An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 15: The Party

“You still going to try your little stunt in messing with Leighton’s bounty?” Dawn hugged my arm while we headed up the hill. She was adorably cute in a college girl kind of way. Her sunny blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail that poked through the back of her navy blue Cal baseball cap. She also wore a zip-up hoodie and well-fitting jeans as we cruised along the pathway, roaming around the verdant greenscapes of the campus.

I arched an eyebrow and chuckled to myself. We’d always talked about the things going on in our lives, but it was only since that Thanksgiving agreement for complete and total transparency with each other that I really shared with Dawn all the naughty, hormonal impulses running through my head. She’d surprisingly shown absolutely no jealousy and in fact, had given me some helpful ideas on making my little fantasies into reality.

One of her best ideas was to let more than one of the pledges seduce me. 250 points was enough to push any of the girls in the top eight to Number 1, and those eight had been particularly aggressive during this last week before getting their formal invitations. If I could work out the timing just right, I could theoretically nail all of them before the others realized it, and then let Pledge Mistress Leighton Barrister try to figure out what the hell to do.

Sure, the whole thing could blow up in my face if the girls got upset. I mean, nobody likes a two-timer. A girl might very well KILL me if I eight-timed them, especially if they wound up getting zero points for their efforts. But I found that unlikely since all eight girls were pretty desperate by now after more than a month of constant pursuit, and as long as I left them all satisfied, I was sure they’d be happy enough with the outcome. And more to the point, over the course of their seductions I’d asked each of them point blank if they would still want me even if they weren’t first, getting affirmative answers from all.

Still, I was a bit in shock that it was Dawn’s idea to even try it. She’d come a long way from, ‘If I was still his girlfriend, I don’t think I could let him out quite that much.’

Then again, I wasn’t HER boyfriend.

In any case, I just smirked and didn’t answer Dawn’s question. She knew I’d heard her and for a few seconds, she just waited me out. But after those few seconds, she looked back at my face and saw the self-satisfied smirk. And a second later, she hauled off and smacked my arm. “Ben! You DIDN’T!”

I struggled to regain my balance as Dawn had shoved me a couple of feet away along with the smack. I was chuckling and Dawn was laughing and then she almost immediately yanked me back to her side, wrapping herself around my arm again. “I want details!” she insisted.

I managed to get my laughing under control and took a deep breath to settle myself. “Your plan wouldn’t have worked anyways. The whole point was to mess with Leighton’s bounty, but if the girls stopped and compared notes, they could still figure out who was first.”

“So what did you do? And why didn’t you TELL me?”

I shrugged. “I called you as soon as the idea hit. You were out with Ryan. I forgot it was your anniversary.”

Dawn shrugged. Two years ago to the day Dawn and Ryan had decided that yes, they were a couple. Yeah, they’d been out alone together while she was technically still with me. And of course, they’d had sex that Thanksgiving weekend after the Stanford-Notre Dame game. But it wasn’t for another week that they agreed they could handle the situation and truly became a couple.

In any case, Dawn was out of reach when I decided to go ahead with my plan. Fact was, I’d culled my favorites from the bunch and being greedy, I decided to just invite them all. If the whole thing blew up in my face, it wasn’t like I was lacking for sex anyways. Rather than waiting to see which girl would step to the front and come to me, I decided take charge of my life, make things happen for myself, and deal with the consequences as they came. “I called up three of the girls and invited them to come to the house at 7pm sharp.”

“Which three?” Dawn interrupted. “Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess: Jocelyn, Andie, and Tonya.”

I grinned. “Exactly.”

“So no Cadence Carmichael?”

I shook my head and sighed in resignation. “You know why.”

Dawn nodded. “What happened then?”

I shrugged. “Jocelyn and Andie came early. They bickered for a couple of minutes outside the house before they figured it out. They got their confirmation when Tonya arrived as well. And after enough rum and cokes and a few hands of strip poker, everything had smoothened out.”

“No problems?”

“Nope. I kinda figured those girls would roll with it. You KNOW I wanted Cadence, but she’s too hetero for this and I just got the feeling she wouldn’t react very well. The three that came worked together pretty well.”

Dawn grinned salaciously. “I’ll bet they did. What about Adrienne?”

I shook my head. “Modeling gig.”

“Another one? Didn’t know she’d get two so fast.”

I nodded. “Felicia’s been setting these up for a while. Adrienne had her test shots done last month and now with the Christmas catalogs coming up, it’s a bit of a busy season.”

Dawn whistled.

I nudged her and leaned in, saying, “Maybe we should get you some test shots...”

“Oh, no. Not me. I’d be too scared in front of a camera like that. DJ, maybe. But no, I’ll never be a model.”

“Aww...” I groaned.

“Stop changing the subject. I still want details about last night.”

I shrugged. “What is there to say? The four of us played strip poker until some people were totally naked.”

“Some people? Or you?” Dawn smirked. “I’ll bet with three soon-to-be sorority sisters working together, they MUST have ganged up on you.”

I chuckled. “True. They did, and I got naked first. But they did enough to each other to keep me interested. And then of course there were the dares I had to do to stay in the game after I lost all of my clothes.”

Dawn was giggling again, her face flushed pink with arousal. “I’ll bet the dares got out of hand pretty quick.”

“Right they did.”

“So who did end up being first? I mean, as much as we girls might wish otherwise sometimes, you only have one cock.”

I shrugged. “Jocelyn. Man that girl has a tight pussy. But that only came after all three girls swore not to publicly announce who was first. All three of them are going to Leighton today to take credit.”

“So you fucked all three of them?”

I snorted. “Of course.”

“Your first black girl?”

I nodded. “All girls are the same on the inside,” I drawled with waggling eyebrows.

“And was Andie as big of a freak as you thought?” Dawn’s breath was getting shallow.

“Freakier.” I chuckled while shaking my head in memory at the antics the freshman girl had gotten into last night.

Dawn then leaned in closer and rubbed her nose against my ear, panting lightly. “Make any of them pass out?”

I grinned. “All three of them,” I intoned in a low, smug voice.

“Ohhh...” Dawn moaned, her jaw quivering. She leaned against me as well, her legs a little shaky. My Dawn was clearly turned on, and seeing her turned on got ME turned on. And if she weren’t Ryan’s girlfriend, I would have dragged her off into a dark corner and fucked her right then and there. “Fuck, I wish I was there to see it,” she exhaled.

“I would have liked to have you there,” I said quietly, holding her firmly against my side.

Dawn looked up at me, her eyes shining. “I think you’d like to ‘have’ me, period.”

I blinked and stared right back. “You know I would.”

Dawn took a deep breath and sighed, exhaling very, very slowly as a way of letting out her sexual tension. When she was done, the fire in her eyes had dimmed and she seemed to once again have completely control of her limbs. In the end, she merely went up on her tiptoes and pecked me lightly on the lips, then looked back down and resumed walking.

“Come on,” she said. “I want to get to Professor Ice before her office hours get too crowded.”

“The four theories of utility are...”

“Von Neumann-Morgenstern expected utility, rank dependent utility, weighted linear utility, and ... ah ... SHIT. SSBU ... Symmetric...”

“Come on, you got this,” I encouraged.

“Bilinear...”

“Right, right...”

“FUCK!” Dawn cursed and planted her face into her palms. “What’s the fucking first word?”

“’Skew’,” I sighed. “Skew-symmetric bilinear utility.”

“FUCK!”

“Hey, hey. Relax...” I rubbed Dawn’s back. “You’re on top of this.”

“You’re on top of this. You’re great at this memorization shit,” she spat at me.

“Dawn ... calm down. It’s not like you to curse this much.”

Dawn rolled her eyes and smirked at me. “Not true.” The waggle in her eyebrows made the sexual innuendo clear.

“Well I’m not around to hear those much anymore,” I drawled.

Dawn giggled and I chuckled. And then Dawn sighed and hung her head forward, reaching back with her right hand to rub the sore muscles in her neck.

“I got that,” I said and moved her hands away, placing the fingers of both my hands against the base of her neck and stroking outwards before settling into a more traditional neck massage.

“Mmm...” Dawn moaned, the vocal note not so different from something more erotic.

“Hey, get a room,” Robin snarked from the next chair over.

I darted a glance at her and then immediately looked over at Ryan, who was sitting at the dining table. He also looked over to see me giving a neck massage to his girlfriend, and the cold flint in his eyes was anything but friendly.

I was about to stop but Dawn sighed and dropped her hands on top of both of mine. “No, don’t stop,” she groaned. “Just a little longer.”

Focusing on the task before me, I worked her neck and shoulder muscles with expert skill, using the same techniques as when I was making love to a girl. With an audience around us, I decided to skip all the little pleasure-inducing flourishes and concentrated on working her knots out as quickly as possible; and inside two minutes I backed away while Dawn rolled her head around her neck and sighed happily. “SO much better. Thanks, Ben.”

“Anytime,” I replied easily. And then I glanced over at Ryan again.

Yeah, he was still giving me the evil eye.

“Okay, I need to get some sleep,” I leaned back and stretched. “I HATE morning finals.”

“Oh, wait up,” Gwen looked up and reached for her bag. “I’ll head out with you. Walk me back to my place?”

I nodded and packed up my study materials. While packing, I noticed that I’d lost track of my spiral-bound notebook. Spying it over on the sofa table behind the couch, I looked up and then over to Dawn, who was sitting on that couch.

Even though she wasn’t looking at me, she sensed my gaze and glanced over. I didn’t say a word before she just raised her eyebrows and turned around, spotting my notebook on the table behind her. She turned around and picked it up, then stood and walked it over to me.

I smirked, realizing that Dawn had somehow figured out what I needed without us needing to even speak. She smiled right back, mentally sharing the amusement of the moment.

Now set, I hugged Dawn and pecked her cheek. I nodded a goodbye to Ryan, Bert, and Robin. And then I headed to the front door.

Gwen was just steps behind me, looking pretty with her mane of dirty-blonde hair hanging out from beneath a navy blue Cal beanie. I opened the door for her and let her outside before joining her on the sidewalk. This close to campus was typically a pretty safe neighborhood, but we still made it a point not to let any of the girls walk around at night unescorted.

As we headed off for the apartment she shared with Robin, Gwen didn’t waste any time before starting her inquisition. “What’s going on with you and Dawn?”

I looked over at her and replied a confused, “Huh?”

“Are you sleeping with her?”

“Wait, what? No!”

“You sure?”

I snorted. “Yeah, I think I would remember if I was. Did you ask Dawn first?”

“Of course. But I wasn’t totally sure she wasn’t hiding it from me.”

I shook my head, not quite believing Gwen had just asked me that. “What makes you think we are?”

Gwen sighed. “I dunno. You two have just been different lately. Ever since Thanksgiving, you two have been so... close.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’ve always been close. She’s my best friend.”

“Not THIS close. Something happened that weekend. Everyone can see it.”

I sighed and stopped walking. “No, we did NOT sleep together. But we did get to talking. We felt like our relationship had been drifting a bit. And we promised each other we would fix it.”

“Fix it? What was wrong?”

“Nothing specific,” I shrugged. “The details are all between me and her, but basically we realized that after a lifetime of never holding anything back from each other, we’d started to hold back.”

“Huh?”

I gestured back toward the house. “Dawn didn’t want to talk much about Ryan. She thought I’d be all weird about discussing her boyfriend. I didn’t talk much about my sex life. I thought she might not approve about ... well ... how much of a slut I’ve been lately.”

“You HAVE been a slut, Ben.”

“I know.” I grinned as I started walking again. “It’s not something I’m embarrassed about.”

“Men.” Gwen sighed and followed after me. “If I did half of what— No, if I did a TENTH of what you do, people would call me a slut. It’s not fair.”

“No, it isn’t,” I agreed.

Gwen shook her head. “But that’s not the point. So you’re really not sleeping with her?”

“I’m not. Again, what makes you think we are?”

“You’re just so ... touchy-feely now. Like that neck rub you gave her a half-hour ago.”

I shrugged. “It’s just a neck rub. It’s not like I was copping a feel.”

“It was still right in front of her boyfriend.”

“We’ve done a lot of touchy-feely things in front of her boyfriend. He knows we’re not going to cross that line.”

“Does he?”

I sighed. “I dunno. I’m not Ryan. But we set ground rules a long time ago and Dawn and I aren’t going to change the way we act around each other. He’s been pretty cool with it up until now.”

Gwen sighed and shook her head. “You always had another girlfriend up until now.”

I frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gwen raised her eyebrows and looked over at me. “Ryan always knew you weren’t a threat to him because you were in love with someone else. That isn’t the case anymore.”

“So?”

“So ... A handsome, single guy spending a lot of time with his girlfriend ... touching her ... giving her neck rubs...”

“I’m not just any guy.”

“No, you’re worse. You’re the ex.”

I sighed. “So what do you want me to do about it? Not sit next to her while we’re studying the exact same material? We share most of our classes.”

Gwen shook her head. “I’m not telling you to do anything. It’s not my place. I’m just explaining to you what I see.”

I shrugged. “Dawn and I are just friends.”

Gwen stopped and looked me in the eye, trying to peer back into my soul. I stood there and let her look all she wanted. And in the end, she just scowled and kept on walking.

We were silent for a bit before I finally said, “Anyways, you called it; I’ve been a slut lately. So it’s not like I’m desperate to get laid. Especially not with a girl who’s taken.”

Gwen giggled and then glanced sidelong at me. “What about a girl who isn’t taken?”

There was a definite innuendo in Gwen’s voice, and I looked over at her curiously. “Thought you were giving Rick another chance.”

She sighed and exhaled a big puff that steamed in the cold December air. “I DID give Rick another chance. But the same problems I had with him when we were dating are still there.”

I winced. “Ooh. Still pathetic in bed?”

Gwen shrugged. “Nice guy. Clearly adores me. But just can’t figure out how to push my buttons,” she sighed forlornly.

“Sorry.”

Gwen sidled up next to me, gliding a hand along my back and down to my butt, cupping a cheek in her palm. “Sorry enough to do something about it?”

I stopped walking and arched an eyebrow over at the dirty-blonde. “You serious?”

Gwen sighed and looked up at me. “It’s Finals. I’m stressed. And you NEVER had any problem finding my buttons. C’mon, you think a pair of sluts like us can find some way to unwind?”

I glanced back over my shoulder. My house was less than a block behind us. Then I looked back at Gwen and grinned.

I awoke to a familiar sensation, albeit one I hadn’t felt in quite a while. Most of my recent conquests didn’t involve overnights. And even the ones that did often involved a semi-panicked sorority girl trying to sneak me out of her room first thing in the morning even though the entire house already knew I was there.

So now that I got to feel this wonderful sensation, I wasn’t going to do anything that might cause it to end. My eyes cracked open just to make sure she was who I thought she was (past experience having surprised me a time or two), and then lay my head back to enjoy Gwen almost lazily sucking on my dick.

After a few minutes, I decided I wanted a little firmer pressure and reached my hand up into her thick mane of dirty-blonde hair, guiding her to slower but more forceful strokes as her head bobbed up and down the length of my erection. Gwen’s light brown eyes rolled up to look at me as she realized that I was awake, and that realization made her put some more energy into the blowjob as well.

Eventually, she popped off and smiled at me, saying brightly, “Good morning!”

I grinned. “Morning.”

She grinned and went back to licking the underside of my cock with long, deliberate strokes. And then she popped up again. “Do you realize that after everything we’ve done, I only ever sucked your dick once? That very, very first time, at Ryan’s house? And even then it was only for a couple of minutes.”

“Really?”

She nodded. “Ever since then it’s just been wham, bam, goodnight ma’am.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Disappointed?”

Gwen shook her head. “Not at all. I’d never cum that hard before or since. Right before you made me pass out last night, all I could think was ‘Finally. The monster orgasm I’ve been craving.’ And I slept better than I have in MONTHS.”

I chuckled and watched her resume sucking me for another few strokes.

But then she popped off with one more giggle. “Still, I want to do this one for you. And then for the very first time, I want to end a sex session with me awake and able to walk.”

I just grinned and let Gwen go to work. My pretty friend smiled around my meat and then closed her eyes, breathing deeply before pressing forward. I felt the telltale relaxation in her neck, and with her hands gripping my thighs she started pushing me into her throat.

“Ohhh ... Gwen...” I groaned. With her mass of dirty-blonde curls and long waves, and her pretty face dominated by expressive eyes that watched me watching her deep-throat me, she looked REALLY good while sucking my cock. I remembered that when I first met her, I’d thought she was a little bit skanky. Now that I’d come to know her, I realized that she was just like a lot of other people I knew. She liked to have fun, she liked to party, and she liked to feel good sexually. It just so happened that she was a girl; and people gave her the negative label because of it.

So fine, she was a bit of a slut. She was still far less of a slut than me. And whatever her sexual impulses, she had always been a loyal friend to Dawn, Robin, and everyone else in our crew, including me.

And more. I remembered how I’d taken advantage of Gwen’s sexual desire for me — I’d used her, really. But instead of letting it negatively affect our relationship, she’d taken things in stride and accepted the pleasurable parts while coping with the consequences. In the end, she’d given me what I needed at the time, and I never really thanked her for it.

“Gwen, thank you,” I said softly.

Still sucking on my knob, she rolled her eyes up to me questioningly. My statement had come out of left field.

I rubbed her cheeks. “Thank you, for everything since last May. And I’m sorry.”

She frowned and pulled off my cock, still jacking me slowly in her right hand. “No need. I enjoyed everything.”

“Still, I made things complicated for you.”

She shrugged. “Complications happen all the time.” She giggled. “Besides, I seem to remember Rick showed up and gave you a wicked right ‘complication’ to the cheek.”

My cheek actually ached at the memory. “’Left’ complication,” I corrected. Then I shook it off and looked down tenderly at the pretty blonde. I caressed her cheek and nodded my head back. “Come up here.”

She blinked. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“And I’m not done with you. Come on Gwen; let me make you feel good.”

She shook her head. “I just wanted to give you a blowjob. I want to feel you cumming in my mouth.”

“And you will. Come on.”

She sighed. “I don’t have time to pass out again. I’ve got a final and fucking my brains out would NOT be helpful for academic reasons.”

I chuckled and then reached down, hauling her up to me and then rolling us over so that she was flat on her back as I leaned down and kissed her tenderly. “I can do soft, too.”

Gwen smirked. “Thought your shtick was making girls pass out.”

I chuckled. “YOU started me. It’s sorta been my theme this semester, I know. But I promise you’ll be awake and energized when I’m done with you. I know your buttons, Gwen. I know how to put you to sleep AND get you wired.”

She held my face in her hands and stretched up to kiss me. Our liplock rapidly built in passion and intensity, and soon I was cupping her nicely-sized tits and bringing my cock in-line with her moist snatch. And with a steady thrust, I pushed my way back inside her.

I kept my word. We fucked rhythmically and smoothly, without the jerkiness or forcefully pounding thrusts that characterized our previous sex sessions. Her ankles were hooked through mine, leveraging our legs to keep our bodies rolling together. My hands continually roved across her body, caressing her various erogenous zones from butt to tits and everything in-between. In the end, Gwen had only one orgasm. But it was a good one that left her satisfied without feeling tired.

She also got to feel me cumming in her mouth. I let her know when I was about to pop and Gwen rolled us over, fucking me with her tits for a minute before inhaling my prick and taking my creamy load down her throat and into her belly. And after I finished feeding her my sperm, she moaned and stroked my slowly-softening cock. “Mmm. That was really ... pleasant,” she said in mild amazement.

I smiled back and was just about to reply when a knock sounded at the door. A second later it swung open. And surprised into a panic, Gwen turned and tried to jerk the covers over her while I frowned and looked to the doorway.

Surprised herself, Adrienne came to a dead stop and her eyes went open. “Gwen!”

“Adrienne?” I asked quizzically.

“Oops! I’m sorry, Ben!” Adrienne stammered. “It was so quiet I didn’t realize you had company!”

Relaxing noticeably, Gwen snorted. “Yeah, I didn’t know he could do ‘soft’, either,” she giggled.

Adrienne smirked as well and then tapped her chin. “Uh, Gwen. You got a bit of— yeah, right there,” she trailed off as Gwen licked up the glob of cum she’d missed.

And then Adrienne smiled at me, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she leaned against the door jamb. “Well, I just wanted to let you know that breakfast is getting cold. You’re behind schedule, Tiger.”

I checked the clock. “Right. Time for Finals.”

“So who was it last night?” Dawn asked as she slipped her hand into mine. We were leaving our morning final and heading off to grab some lunch. We’d both been in prep-for-test mode before the exam, so I’d never had the chance to tell her before.

Still, I wanted to test her. “What makes you think I got laid last night?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Ben,” Dawn drawled. “This is me. I can tell. And it wasn’t Adrienne; you have a completely different kind of look when she spends the night with you.”

I chuckled and squeezed her hand. “Well let’s just say I didn’t walk Gwen all the way home last night.”

Dawn turned and arched an eyebrow at me. “Really?”

I nodded. “She said it was Finals. Said she was stressed. I wasn’t about to complain.”

“You gonna make this a habit? Fucking Gwen’s brains out every Finals Week?”

I chuckled, remembering that it HAD been Finals Week the last time Gwen and I went through our series of blitz-fucks. “I don’t know about that. I think that’s just coincidence.”

“Guess we’ll know come May.”

I chuckled again and shook my head. “Thing is, Gwen and I talked quite a bit about you and me before we got to my place.”

“Oh?”

I nodded. “She said that the others think we’re sleeping together again.”

Dawn sighed. “I know. She asked me the other day, too. You told her that we’re not, right?”

“Of course. But she’s right about one thing, we ARE more touchy-feely than we’ve been the last couple of years.”

Dawn shrugged. “So? You’re my Ben. I LIKE touching you.” For emphasis, she hugged herself against my side.

I felt a pleasant little thrill shoot down my spine. I sighed happily and replied, “Me, too.” Then I took a breath. “But I wonder if I’m not causing problems for you and Ryan.”

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about us.” She grinned and looked up at me. “My boyfriend and I know how to de-stress for finals too you know.”

I chuckled at the self-satisfied smirk on Dawn’s face and hugged her back. “So there’s no problem?”

“Nah. Ryan’s fine.”

“I’m not fine,” Ryan growled at me.

I sighed. Dawn had an afternoon final for one of the few classes we didn’t share, and I had returned to Dawn’s and Ryan’s apartment to hang out with the crew. When I arrived, Robin was studying, Bert was de-stressing with a video game, and Ryan was sitting at the dining table with his own books spread out in front of him.

A half-hour later, we all looked up when the sound of a book being slammed shut got our attention. Robin, Bert, and I looked at each other for a second before we all turned to Ryan, who had steam blasting out of his ears as he glared at me. “We need to talk, Ben. Right now,” he’d stated flatly, and that’s how we ended up in the bedroom with the bigger guy looking down at me with his arms folded across his wide chest.

“I’m not fine,” he repeated, the muscles in his arms tensing even more. “I need you to look me in the eye and tell me that nothing funny is happening between you and Dawn.”

I did my best to look earnest as I stared straight into his blue eyes and said, “There’s nothing happening between me and Dawn. We’re just friends.”

“BEST friends,” Ryan corrected. “Best friends who spend all freaking day together. Best friends who share meals and hold hands and give each other backrubs and ... and ... KISS ... in public!”

“Ry—”

“I’m talking here!” he yelled. “You stand there and tell me to my face that nothing’s happening when I KNOW something’s happening!”

I held my hands up defensively, not just because I wanted to placate him, but because I seriously thought for a moment the guy might take a swing at me. And unfortunately, I knew with dead certainty that Ryan could kick my ass in a fight. “Nothing’s happening.”

“When was the last time you kissed her?”

I sighed. We both knew he didn’t mean some small peck. “Thanksgiving.”

“I KNEW it.”

“It didn’t mean anything.”

He rolled his eyes. “Of COURSE it did.”

“That’s just the way we are, Ryan. We’re friends. Close friends. But she loves you. She tells me almost every other day.”

“You ever wonder why she feels the need to tell you that? Like maybe she’s trying to convince herself? That really she’s in love with you but she’s trying to keep herself in check and—”

“Ryan, you’re being paranoid,” I cut him off, not wanting him to get rolling on that negative train of thought.

“I SAID I’m talking here!” he thundered.

I held my hands up and shut my mouth.

“I don’t want you touching her, understand?” he growled.

“Ryan. Seriously, man.”

“I’m dead serious!”

I shook my head. “Don’t do this. Think about it. You want me to stop touching her, maybe I can do it. Maybe. I’m sorry; it just comes so naturally to us. But what are you gonna do about Dawn? I’m sure you’re gonna have to make her do the same. And if you start giving her all these rules and limits and telling her what she can or can’t do with me, she’s gonna resent you for it. You push hard enough, and you’re going to make her have to choose between you and me.”

“Well maybe that’s what needs to happen.”

“You’ll lose, man,” I said quietly.

Ryan’s nostrils flared and for a second, I thought he really was about to hit me. But he controlled himself and turned around, stomping away.

I waited for him to calm down while he stared at the far wall. And when I thought the coast was clear, I began gently, “C’mon, man. I’m not trying to interfere. Really, I’m not. But Dawn and I have been best friends since the beginning of time. You ask her to cut me out of her life and she’ll hate you for it. You’d lose if you forced her into that choice. Then you wouldn’t be happy, but also Dawn wouldn’t be happy. And I don’t want that to happen to HER.”

He spun and glared at me. “Figured you’d be thrilled if I was out of the picture.”

I sighed and shook my head. “I won’t lie to you. I love her. I always will. But she wants you. She CHOSE you, remember? You’ve been there for her since High School, especially when I couldn’t. You’ve been steady and affectionate and supportive all this time while I was running around like an uncontrolled walking hormone. She wants to be with you. She moved OUT of my house and into yours. Don’t you get it?”

“Then why does she need to be all over you every time you’re around? Huh?”

“She’s not all over me. We’re ... affectionate. She’s like my sisters, dammit. You’ve seen the way I am with Brandi. It’s the same thing.”

“I still don’t like it.”

“That’s the way we are. It’s not a threat to you. And it didn’t seem to bother you much before.”

“That was before; this is now,” he growled. “Can’t you tone it down a bit?”

I sighed. “Maybe. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to upset you. I want what’s best for Dawn and if it really bothers you, I’ll see if we can’t tone some things down.”

His nostrils flared and he growled while turning away.

“C’mon, Ryan. In two more days I’ll be back in Orange County and you’ll have three straight weeks with just you, your girlfriend, and no more school. Let’s just get through Finals, okay?”

He sighed and scowled. He still didn’t look happy, but at least he didn’t look like he was seconds away from clocking me either. “Sometimes I wish you would just disappear again,” he exhaled. “You gotta find yourself a new girlfriend and get outta my hair, man.”

I chuckled and shrugged helplessly. “Maybe. We’ll see. But tonight at least, I’ll be gone. The Tri-Delts are inviting me to a ‘study break’.” I smirked. “Wanna come? Lots of hot chicks there...”

He managed a smile and shook his head. “Hell, no. Dawn’s more woman than I can handle as it is.”

I gave him a bashful smile and then slowly backed away to the door, making sure to face him at all times. Yeah, I still wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to punch me.

I was a little late scampering out to my last final this morning. Being buried beneath a sea of naked bodies can do that. Last night, some of the Tri-Delts were already done with all their finals and decided to drag me away from the ‘study break’ to a more private celebration. When all was said and done, I passed out on top of Bridget Marks’ bounteous bosom with my cock still buried in Kelly Park’s tight snatch. And even though freshman Andie Holland had a final in the morning as well, she couldn’t resist joining the party and she was still busy sucking my previous load of cum out of Carli Singer’s sodden cunt.

I actually wouldn’t have been too rushed getting to my final, except that on my way out in the morning, Leighton Barrister reached out from her bedroom and literally dragged me inside as I walked down the hallway. I hadn’t seen the elegant, prissy-looking brunette since the pledges had been initiated the previous week, but she wasn’t interested in catching up. The beautiful Senior babe simply bent herself over her desk and pleaded with me to fuck her tight little asshole before she had to go back home for the Winter Break.

We did our thing and she started to wake back up as I was gently lying her down in her own bed. With a deeply-satisfied smile on her face, Leighton sighed and told me she was thinking to hold an advanced blowjob class in the Spring for any sisters who wanted to learn. And she thought I would be the perfect candidate for a hands-on practice dummy.

For some reason I immediately pictured a dozen hot young sorority girls kneeling in a row, taking turns sucking my dick. And at the end of the line would be regal Mistress Leighton, with her dark hair pulled into a too-tight bun, slapping a riding crop against her open left palm while sternly barking directions at her compliant little charges. Smirking, I told her to give me a call and I’d be there.

And then I finally ran off to my last test.

“So who’s it gonna be tonight?”

“Hmm?” I looked up from the bottles in front of me. It was the Friday night after the end of finals, and as usual, my house was about to become party central. Dawn and I were setting up the temporary bar and getting everything organized.

Dawn nudged me with her hip. “You know. Who’s gonna be the lucky girl ... or girls ... that are going to share your bed on the last night of the semester? I was talking guest list with Dayna and I seems like every girl you’re sleeping with is gonna be here. So which ones?”

I snorted. “How the hell should I know? If it’s really up to me, I’ll grab a blue pill from Adrienne and bring ‘em ALL into my bedroom.”

Dawn smirked at me and on impulse, reached forward and tousled my hair. I smiled at the touch but immediately raised my eyes and darted them to the left, where Ryan was helping Kevin Weiss move the furniture back in preparation for tonight’s End of the Year party.

Ryan hadn’t seen Dawn play with my hair, but I wasn’t totally comfortable with Dawn’s continued affectionate gestures and I warded her hand away.

Dawn sighed and said, “This is ridiculous, Ben. I’m not going to start second-guessing myself every time I want to reach out and touch you.”

“I don’t like it either, but I don’t want to piss off your boyfriend.”

“He’s a big boy. He can handle it. He’s BEEN handling it.”

I sighed. “Every man has his limits. And I’m sure he’s been particularly stressed this last semester. You said his grades weren’t what he’d hoped.”

Dawn sighed. “He’s working hard, but this stuff just doesn’t come as naturally to him as us. It’s why he ended up at Junior College first. But he’s still going to graduate on time and as long as he gets his diploma, he’ll be able to get a job.”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Now’s not exactly a good time to go into the Telecom industry. Especially around here.”

“He’ll be fine,” Dawn said stubbornly. “But you’re right. It’s just a momentary thing. Come next semester I’m sure everything’ll go back to normal.”

“I hope,” I said, sliding my hand across the countertop to cover Dawn’s. I interlaced my fingers over hers and squeezed gently. “It’s only been a day and I already miss these little touches.”

Dawn squeezed back and set the last bottle with her other hand. “I know. Me, too.” Then she stepped behind me to exit the enclosed temporary bar. But on the way, she stopped and checked to see if her boyfriend was looking in our direction. And when she was sure the coast was clear, she leaned down to the back of my neck and kissed it tenderly.

“Promise you’ll find me tonight, Ben,” Dawn whispered into my ear. “At least hold me in your arms for one dance so I can fantasize about you for a little while.”

“Prost!” I yelled then downed the shot. It seemed appropriate, since my glass was filled with Jägermeister. The bitter taste immediately hit my taste buds and I turned around, scowling, “Scheisse!”

Kerri Trainor just laughed and patted my back. Next to her, Jocelyn Canilao was looking green around the gills and wincing at the nasty taste of the foul liquid. And next to HER was Gwen Tannenbaum, giggling at the look on the Filipina girl’s face before wrapping an arm around the unsteady girl and guiding her away from the bar and in the general direction of the bathroom.

I smirked to myself while looking around at this eclectic mix of girls, most of whom I’d boinked at some point in the past year and a half. There were Dayna’s and Brandi’s Senior friends, my crew of Sophomores, and several Tri-Delts all mingling together. Angela Chan was chatting with Kelly Park. Bert and Robin were talking with Lakhi Sharma. And Erica Jackson and Tonya Brackett were huddled in some kind of conversation, with Erica sneaking strange glances at me every now and again. And that’s not to mention the other male friends practically swarming around the other Tri-Delts.

As it was, Kerri was trying to say something to me over the loud noise in the house. I couldn’t even really hear the music there were so many people talking at once. I leaned forward and got the gist that she wanted to switch drinks, and she pointed Kevin (our current bartender) to the sake.

Moments later, Kerri and I clinked shot glasses as I yelled at the top of my lungs, “Kampai!”

Kerri was giggling again and started to say something else, but as I leaned forward to try and hear her, I felt a tug on my hand from behind. I turned to look and there was Cadence Carmichael, the strawberry-blonde, green-eyed freshman Tri-Delt who had been one of the pledges actively flirting with me the past couple of months. Unfortunately, when it came down to finally settling the bounty, her straight-hetero orientation and unwillingness to play with others had ultimately led me to the Jocelyn-Andie-Tonya foursome instead. Why have one when you can have three, right? And ever since then, we’d never had the chance to actually get jiggy.

“Dance with me?” Cadence shouted over the din. I didn’t quite hear her, but her pouty lips were expressive enough for me to understand. I glanced back at Kerri, who just shrugged and waved me onward. And I let the pretty 18-year-old Tri-Delt drag me out onto the dance floor.

In the middle of the living room, the music was easier to hear and I was soon bumping and grinding away with a young strawberry-blonde doll straddling my thigh. She stared right at me as if I were the only man in the room, undulating her body for maximum sexual appeal. The girl really knew how to dance, and I could feel my temperature rising as we twirled around the floor.

There was just one awkward moment. Some guy’s elbow ended up in the middle of my back unintentionally. It was my fault, really. Cadence and I had been moving around a little too much while dancing and I’d caused the contact. I wound up holding my back while standing stiffly and trying to say an apology at the same time. I didn’t recognize the guy — there were quite a few people at the party who were friends of friends — but he just gave my thumbs up and we went on our own ways.

Cadence was quick to draw me back into her spider-web of seduction, moving closer and closer to me. Despite the December chill, there were enough people in the house to get the temperature up toward 80 and she was wearing only a thin pastel green top with spaghetti straps that dipped low enough to let me glimpse her BIG tits.

And then the perfect song came on.

I’m a Barbie Girl, in the Barbie World // Life in plastic, it’s fantastic // You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere // Imagination, life is your creation.

Cadence’s eyes lit up as the song blared out and her energy level kicked up another two notches. She was suddenly bouncing and giggling and writhing against me. Her silky strawberry-blonde hair went flying in every direction and while holding my hands, she took a step back and stared intensely into my eyes while audibly singing along with the rest of the song.

“I’m a blonde single girl in the fantasy world. Dress me up, make your time, I’m your dolly!” she cheered happily and ran her hands up and down her own body. She wore some sort of tight white shorts that barely extended past her crotch to show off her long, lithe legs. With the strawberry-blonde hair, seductive bedroom eyes, big tits, and thin waist, Cadence was VERY much my type. Combined with her energy and enthusiasm, it was no wonder she ended up at the top of my pledge “To Do” list.

And “doing” her tonight was looking more and more likely.

“You can touch ... you can play ... if you say, I’m always yours, ooh-oh-ooh!” Cadence bounced up and down in rhythm to the beat, her big tits bouncing right along with her. I tugged on our still-joined hands to bring her up close to me and right there in the middle of the room, I let my fingers out to touch and play.

My hands were on her ass, rubbing her crotch against the prominent bulge in my shorts when her face came up right in front of me. Her lips were just an inch away from mine, pouted perfectly in an invitation for a sweet kiss. And from up close and personal, she kept on singing. “Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please. I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees.”

When she said “beg”, her eyebrows jumped up, making me think of something else she could be doing on her knees, something along the lines of that class Leighton had mentioned a few days ago. This was it; my butterfly was landing on me. And as the adrenaline built in me, I half-thought about screwing the rest of the party and dragging Cadence into my bedroom for a private party screwing of our own.

But just as I was about to grab her head and plant my own volcanic kiss on her, something to my left caught my attention.

A petite girl with dark auburn hair and a scandalously short Catholic schoolgirl uniform was giggling uproariously. She was suspended in the air with her pale legs wrapped around the waist of a muscular black guy who had to be at least a foot taller than her. And she was obviously humping her crotch into him before tilting her head and doing her best to shove her tongue down his throat.

The room was suddenly spinning and Cadence was completely forgotten. I turned and took a step forward, feeling the bile rising up in my throat. I have nothing against black guys and I had no idea who he was; but for some reason, watching my little Paige doing her best to mime having sex right in front of me made me want to throw up. And feeling a wave of protective big brother sensibilities flooding through me, I yelled threateningly, “PAIGE!!!”

The petite redhead immediately pulled her mouth off the guy and turned to me, taking a second for her glassy eyes to focus and recognize who I was. Immediately, she paled and looked contrite, as if I’d caught her stealing from the cookie jar or something. And she groaned wearily, “Oh, poo.”

I held no authority over the young girl. Technically, she was older than me and we were just classmates, not even really friends anymore. But when I emphatically gestured with both hands for her to climb down and come with me, the petite redhead automatically dropped to the floor and then came up to me. I grabbed her by the elbow and practically frogmarched her over to my bedroom. We were in the room and the door was slammed shut moments later.

“Paige, what the hell are you doing here?” I barked.

“What? It’s a party! Robin invited me. Am I not welcome?” she protested while throwing her hands up.

“Of course you’re welcome! You’re always welcome!” I insisted. “I wish you’d come around more often! But ... but...” I pointed out to the living room. “Who IS that guy?”

“I dunno,” she shrugged. “Never met him before.”

“And you’re shoving your tongue down his throat already?”

“Pssht. Like you weren’t about to do the same with that blonde chick. Who is she, anyways?”

“A friend.”

“Riiight. I know you and your friends.” Paige gave me a withering look.

I sighed and looked for a change in subject. Recognizing her state of dress, I walked up to her, grabbed her waist, and checked around her clothes. Like the last time I’d seen her, the white button-down shirt was tied off beneath her breasts, and she clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d rolled the waistband on the already shortened skirt so that her white cotton panties were actually exposed at all times. And she was wearing more makeup than I’d ever seen on her. She looked like a two-bit tramp. “What the hell are you wearing? Don’t you own any bras anymore?”

“Don’t need ‘em,” she spat, a challenging fire in her eyes. “Don’t want ‘em. Why? You gettin’ hard checking out my titties?” Paige actually yanked open her blouse, exposing her naked breasts to me, capped with erect pink nipples.

“Paige!” I barked sternly, “Button that damn thing back up, young lady!” I reached forward myself and started re-buttoning the top.

“I’m not a young lady! I’m not a fucking little girl anymore!” she whined. She was up close to me now and I could smell her perfume, the same scent that used to fill my nostrils when we were lying naked in my bed together. For a moment, I was transported away to another time when life seemed so different, even though it was barely more than seven months ago.

And then I caught the further scent of marijuana. “Paige! Are you fucking high again?”

Her glassy eyes wobbled a bit as she tried to focus up at me. “None of your fucking business!”

“Paige! What’s happening to you? Drugs. Dressing all slutty. What’s going on?”

“I’m having FUN! I’m living my LIFE! And I’ll thank you to fucking butt out of it!” she sniped back at me. “I’m not your girlfriend anymore. I was never your little sister. You’ve no right to criticize me!”

“Paige, I just want what’s best for you.”

“And how the fuck would you know what’s best for me?”

I looked heartbroken at her. “I just care about you!”

“Care? You fucking CARE? I don’t want you to fucking CARE. I wanted you to LOVE me! But you couldn’t DO that!”

“Paige...”

“No! I’m outta here. I thought I could just come and have a good time and see some of my old friends. But NO! You have to go and pull the fucking INQUISITION on me! ‘Who’s that guy?’ ‘Where’s your bra?’ ‘Are you high?’ FUCK!” She turned and started back to the bedroom door.

“Paige, wait!” I reached forward and grabbed her arm.

She turned and tried to wriggle free. “Let go of me, Ben,” she snapped in a vicious tone I would never have thought her capable of.

“Paige, please,” I squeezed tighter.

She whimpered and looked at me with big doe eyes, the same way my baby sisters did when they wanted to get their way. My heart melted and Paige bit her lip while wincing. “Ben, please,” she said almost quietly. “You’re hurting me.”

I blinked twice and looked down to see that yes, I was squeezing her WAY too tight. I hadn’t even realized how tightly I was holding onto her, and I very likely had just given her some bruises. In horror, I pulled my arms away and stared in disbelief at what I’d done. What was it about this kid that affected me so much?

As soon as she was free, Paige flung open the door and went outside. From my doorway, I saw her go straight to the tall black guy and jump into his arms. She kissed him and turned her lips to his ear, clearly saying something. His eyebrows went up but he was soon smiling and he gently set her down.

Some people walked through my line of sight just then and when they moved, I couldn’t see Paige or the black guy anymore. Quickly, I darted out of my bedroom and went to the living room, my head whipping around as I tried to reacquire them.

I finally saw them by the front door, just as they were about to go through. At the very last second, Paige turned around and saw me. She looked straight at me and when she realized she had my full attention, she actually winked. And then squeezing the guy’s arm, she was gone.

It was a strange sense of déjà vu to go into a cold shut-down. Just last semester, at a party just like this one, I’d felt like my world had been torn apart. And unable to deal with the ensuing emotions, I’d gone into robot mode. It had happened a few times that week, actually. One time, it had even been specifically because of Paige. But things snowballed so fast back then that I never was able to stop and realize, ‘Oh, this is happening to me again.’

This time, I was acutely aware of the rage burning inside of me. I was PISSED OFF, only it didn’t really show outside. It was as if I had become so angry that I couldn’t even express a single emotion.

Like a robot, I stepped out through the hallway and mechanically strode into the living room. The sounds of partying and thudding music faded to the background as I scanned the room, working entirely on instinct. I knew what I wanted to do. And then I saw HER. It all felt so familiar.

The pretty blonde was dancing happily. Her long, long hair was a thick mass of curls and waves, interspersed with dark strands. Gwen had been my solution before. She had endured and even enjoyed what followed, allowing me to quite literally fuck my demons out of my body with an orgasmic explosion into hers. And if it worked, why do anything different?

But then a different person crossed in front of Gwen, and my mind audibly [clicked]. It all just made sense.

I gave her no warning. She already knew I would come for her eventually. We’d talked about it right before the party had begun. She’d asked me to come hold her in my arms at least once so that she could fantasize about being with me. Well, no fantasy would be needed. She could be with me just like she’d wanted.

“Ben!” Dawn squeaked as I grabbed her arm and hustled her back into my bedroom so fast she barely even had time to breathe. I slammed and locked the door before propelling the sunny blonde babe over to my bed. With a simple push, she flopped onto her back with her legs up in the air, her baby blue thong panties on full display as the hem of her party dress flew up to her waist.

I wasted no time. With a sharp tug, the thong broke and ripped away from her crotch, leaving her freshly-shaven pussy naked in front of me. She was already moist, although from what I wasn’t sure. But it was clear to me that no foreplay would be needed to allow the smooth entry of my cock into her warm, inviting receptacle.

Shouts and the sounds of a doorknob being twisted were accompanied by banging on the door. I casually ignored them as I crawled up Dawn’s body and simultaneously started to work off my jeans. And then there was the sound of the hinges straining as someone physically put their shoulder into the door as well.

“BEN!” Dawn screamed and slapped my cheek. My head felt like it rotated completely around with the impact. And just like that, my mind cleared.

My eyelids flew up into my head and I felt like my pupils actually dilated. I suddenly realized my position, pinning my Dawn beneath me with the bulge in my jeans on top of her naked pussy. Instantly I rolled away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed, my heels perched on the bed frame while I buried my face in my hands. “Oh, SHIT!” I gasped in shock at what I’d just nearly done.

Dawn was already moving. Now that I was no longer pinning her down, she raced to the bedroom door, tore open the lock, and flung the door open. Ryan was panting in the doorway with Adrienne right behind him. And the guy looked ready to tear someone’s arms off. I simply groaned and buried my face a little deeper into my hands.

“No! I’m fine! I’m fine!” Dawn was saying excitedly, running her right hand through her hair and smoothening the hem of her dress with her left, covering her thighs and hiding the fact that she no longer had her panties on. “I didn’t realize we’d locked the door. It’s okay. Nothing’s happening. Ben’s just really upset right now and he needed to talk to me.”

“About what?” Ryan barked, seething through clenched teeth.

“Paige just left with some random guy,” Adrienne put in quickly. “Ben had pulled her into his room, no doubt to try and talk some sense into her. You’ve seen her lately, Ry. The girl’s pretty fucked up right now. I guess Ben didn’t get through to her and as you can see, he’s pretty shaken.” Adrienne was gesturing to me now, where I was almost shivering and staring wild-eyed.

Dawn sighed and looked back at me with concern.

“I thought...” Ryan began. “I thought...”

Dawn shook her head. “No. Nothing like that. Look, I still need to talk to him. He’s my best friend and he’s hurting right now. But if it’ll make you feel better, we’ll leave the door wide open, okay? It’s loud enough out there that I think we’ll still have enough privacy. You can look in whenever you want, okay?”

Ryan scowled and didn’t look too happy, but with the door open he didn’t really have anything to complain about. He exhaled slowly and then nodded. “Fine, fine.” Then he pointed at the door. “Just don’t ever do... this ... to me again.”

Dawn sighed and shook her head. “Ryan, if we were going to sleep together, we’ve had a zillion opportunities already. It’s not going to happen. ReLAX.”

Ryan pouted but in the end he simply hugged his girlfriend and gave her a firm kiss. Then he released Dawn, who very deliberately went and opened my bedroom door completely wide open. Adrienne then hooked her arm through Ryan’s elbow and guided the big guy back into the party. The sound of girls whooping soon filled the air.

Lifting my face out of my hands, I breathed a huge sigh of relief and then let my head fall back. That was fucking CLOSE.

When Dawn returned to the bed, she first glanced back at the open doorway and then squatted, using her body to shield the sight of her snatching her torn panties off the floor and then quickly walking over to my dresser. Still using her body to block the view, she pulled open the top drawer and dropped the panties in. And then she exhaled and looked at me sternly. “I hope to HELL he didn’t see THOSE.”

I winced and looked down between my feet.

Her face softened and she moved to join me on top of the bed, sitting upright with her legs folded beneath her and to the right, so that her dress covered her naked crotch and upper thighs. Dawn then reached over and touched my shoulder. “Ben? Are you okay?”

I grimaced and looked forlornly back at my best friend. “Clearly not. I just tried to rape you.”

“No you didn’t,” she shook her head.

“You had to slap me to get me to stop.”

She bit her lip. “Well, there was that. But you weren’t forcing me. You weren’t holding my wrists down or anything like that. You were just ... getting ready to fuck me.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whimpered.

“Shh ... It’s okay,” she soothed while stroking my head. “I’ve seen how you can get. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve just sorta ... snapped.”

I squeezed my eyes shut and hunched back over.

Dawn sighed and kept rubbing my shoulder. “Was Adrienne right? Were you just in here with Paige?”

I moaned and nodded, a mournful tone in my voice.

“What’s going on with her?”

I shrugged. “Same story. Different guy.”

Dawn scowled and a glint of anger flashed through her eyes. “Ben, you KNOW she’s not your responsibility, right?”

I barked a laugh, sounding just a little crazy while I did it. “That’s what Paige told me.”

“Well, for once I agree with her.”

I let my head fall back and I groaned while staring at the ceiling. “What can I do?”

“You can’t DO anything, Ben,” Dawn sighed. “It’s not your job to do anything.”

“Yeah, well I WANT to do something.”

“Ben, be reasonable. It’s the last day of school and you’re driving home tomorrow. For Winter Break at least, let her go. It’s not like she can get herself into any more trouble than she already has this semester.”

I arched an eyebrow and felt fresh concern. “You sure about that?”

Dawn sighed and shook her head. “No ... This really bugs you, doesn’t it?”

I nodded.

“What makes her so special, anyways? You’ve been with a dozen girls, younger than Paige even, and you don’t seem to have half the interest in what’s going on in their lives. For all you know, half of those sorority pledges could be into worse shit than she is.”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe it’s because I never called any of them my girlfriend. Once I hit that point of really caring about someone, I’ll always care about them.”

“You ‘care’, but not as badly as this thing with Paige ended up.”

“None of them ever ended up as fucked up as Paige.” I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “And you’re right; it’s more than just that. From the very beginning, I thought of her like a little sister. She seemed so young and innocent and naïve, and so vulnerable to this crazy world. Ever since the day of the fight, I’ve felt like I needed to protect her. Still do. And I feel like such a failure for how things turned out.”

Dawn squeezed my shoulder and put her head against it. She said nothing for a long while and I just clenched my hands, squeezing the tension out of my body. But eventually she picked her head up and looked me square in the eye. “Okay, here’s the plan: We’re just going to get through tomorrow. It’s your last night and there’re a couple dozen girls out there who want to show you a good time. Just enjoy this and forget about Paige for one night. Then you’ll go home and live your life. And when we come back to school, I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help you make things right.”

I sat up straight and looked at Dawn in surprise. “Really?”

She smiled and nodded. “Really.”

Chewing on that for a few seconds, I eventually took a deep breath and said, “I must say I’m surprised. You’ve always said she was just a little bitch asking for trouble and not worth my time.”

Dawn shrugged. “Maybe she still is. But what matters is that you’re not happy. And I HATE seeing you not happy. This isn’t about getting you laid or some romantic complication. This is just something else causing you grief and if I can help, I will. That’s what best friends do.”

I smiled. “You mean it?”

She smiled right back and nodded. And then I just had to lean forward and wrap her up in a big hug. “Thank you, Dawn. Thank you.”

“Always, my Ben,” she said softly.

Dawn and I finally emerged, just in time for a sweet slow dance. The party had been running full tilt for a couple of hours, and everyone seemed to need the momentary break from the loud noise and screaming. Quickly, couples paired off and started undulating to the music like long grass in the wind. And smiling, I held my arms open to my beautiful best friend.

I held her close, Dawn resting her cheek against my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around her waist, careful to keep my hands north of the equator in case Ryan was watching. Together, we swayed back and forth, remembering the old days when holding each other so intimately was a commonplace event.

One song gave way to two. And midway through the second, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

“Mind if I cut in?” Ryan asked neutrally, his face guarded. I simply nodded and handed Dawn off, letting our fingers linger for just a second longer than necessary.

Almost instantaneously, Adrienne slid up and wrapped herself around me. And with a happy smile from each of us, we finished out the rest of the dance.

The tempo picked up as a fast song took over; and almost instantly the volume in the room picked up as well. Adrienne let me go when Gwen cut in. The pretty dirty-blonde with the mane of ringlets bounced and jiggled enticingly with me, a wide smile on her face. The three of us danced together and with a challenging look, Gwen started bumping her way closer to me while making some erotic hip thrusts in perfect rhythm to the music. There was an obviously sexual undertone in the way Gwen was dancing with me, and she fixed her light brown eyes on me while moving up and into my personal space, matching my hip movements with her own so that we were dancing very, VERY close together.

“I know your dance card has a lot of options, Ben,” Gwen whispered in my ear. “You think that maybe you can fit me in tonight?”

I smiled right back. “Thought we were already dancing...” I checked my bulge against her belly for emphasis.

“I didn’t mean that kind of dancing...” Gwen’s eyes glittered with the innuendo in her voice. “C’mon, shouldn’t good friends have some priority on your, what do you call it, ‘To Do’ list?”

“Hmm...” I pondered that idea. I also pondered whether I should have just snatched Gwen off the dance floor and fucked her brains out to purge my Paige-demons earlier. But before I could come up with a response, a new body flew in amongst us.

“Woooo!!!” Robin threw her hands in the air, sounding as giggly as any Tri-Delt. The pretty brunette’s long brown hair was flying everywhere as she twirled about, dancing ‘mostly’ in time with the music but more to an enthusiastic beat in her own head. In fact, she was spinning so fast I’m surprised her glasses didn’t fly off.

Robin practically made Adrienne catch her as she danced in among us, eagerly boogying up to the stacked blonde bombshell then over to Gwen and finally to me. To my surprise, the normally aloof brunette wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her face up close and personal to mine, her dark brown eyes open wide as she stared right at my face. “You know, Ben, I’ve always been curious as to what makes you sooo damn special.”

I arched an eyebrow and screwed up my nose at her noxious breath. “Excuse me?” I chuckled at how drunk Robin appeared to be. Normally something of a morose drunk, she was quite blitzed and quite carefree at the moment.

“You’re good-looking, Ben. I won’t deny that.” Robin actually tapped my nose with her right index finger. “You’re intelligent and pretty funny and you’re a nice guy when you’re not busy being a horny bastard. But I simply do NOT get what makes you sooo damn attractive to sooo many girls.”

I chuckled and kept dancing while Robin continued to hang around my neck. “Beats me.”

“What kind of ANIMAL are you in bed?” she breathed, making me scrunch my nose again. “I’d have thought the whole thing was just bullshit, tall tale built on top of tall tale. It just seems too far-fetched that anyone on the planet can be THAT good, unless you’re some sort of mythical prodigy.”

“I vote ‘prodigy’!” Gwen cheered from behind Robin.

“What do I gotta do, Ben?” Robin sighed. “Do you and me gotta go for a ride? Just so I can find out whether the whole thing is bullshit or for real?”

I arched an eyebrow and stopped dancing. This whole thing was WAY out of character for Robin and I started to pull her hands off my shoulders. “You’re drunk, Robin.”

“Yesh I am...” she lisped. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not horny. Sometimes I don’t get this whole sex thing. I’ve never even orgasmed from intercourse. But if you’re THAT good, maybe you can figure out how to turn the trick.”

My eyebrows popped up as Robin tried to wrap herself around my neck again. I warded away her hands and directed her back to Gwen, who now realized her best friend was a little too blitzed out of her mind. “Maybe some other time,” I said gently.

“Maybe tonight,” Robin sighed and grinned goofily. “It’s the last night of the year and we all go home tomorrow. No better time to do something stupid.”

Just then, Bert finally ran into sight and I gestured him over. “I think your girlfriend’s had a little too much to drink,” I said and handed Robin over to him and Gwen. Together, the two of them took her away to get sobered up a bit.

Adrienne came up beside me to watch them going away and nudged me in the side. “C’mon, Tiger. Weren’t you the least bit tempted?”

I arched an eyebrow. “It’s Robin, A.D. She’s in the crew.”

“Gwen, Paige, Megan, Cassidy, Stephanie, Abbie, Al—”

“Okay, okay.” I waved her off. “Robin’s different. She’s never shown an interest before and she’s too drunk to know what she’s saying right now.”

“Wrong,” Adrienne grinned. “You’re too busy flirting with Dawn every day to notice, but that girl’s been getting curious about you. More than once, I’ve caught her rubbing her thighs together while staring at you, her eyes a little glassy.”

“We talking about the same Robin?” I wondered. “Dark hair. Retro glasses. Librarian-look about her?”

“Pretty face. Great complexion. Trim body. Better boobs than you’d think hidden underneath her sweaters...” Adrienne drawled.

I snorted. “What’s it matter to you?”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet? I want you to nail every piece of ass you can get your hands on. I get a little vicarious thrill whenever my big brother notches another one on his belt. And maybe after you’ve scrambled their pretty little brains, you’ll find a way to get them into MY bed as well.” Adrienne cackled and sipped her drink.

I rolled my eyes but glanced over to where Robin was still hopping up and down, dancing gaily while Bert and Gwen did their best to calm her down. I had to admit, the pretty brunette looked more vibrant and energetic and dare I say it... sexy ... bouncing around in a tight-fitting maroon top with three-quarter sleeves and a pleated skirt that showed off her toned, creamy legs.

I’d never seriously considered Robin as a sexual target before, what with the big “Fuck Off!” billboard across her forehead most days.

But I was considering her now...

Adrienne eventually meandered off to chat with Monique and Dayna. She wasn’t abandoning me, though. A gaggle of Tri-Delts were coming in my direction, the girls having managed to survive only so long without me around. Adrienne just patted me on the back and left me to my adoring fans.

I needed another drink and so collected my Tri-Delts and headed for the bar where Dayna’s friend Antonio Calderon was currently bartending. “’Sup Tony. Can I get a Vodka Redbull?”

“Coming right up.”

Two Vodka Redbulls were quickly lined up in blue Solo cups, one for me and one for Jocelyn Canilao. Three Vodka Cranberries were lined up right next to them in red Solo cups for Kelly Park, a recent Tri-Delt pledge named Jamie Miano, and a third girl I didn’t recognize. I took my cup and thanked Tony for the drinks before turning and heading back to a less crowded area. The four girls followed after, although Jamie went back to thank the handsome Latino a bit more effusively.

Eventually, I wound up on the back patio, cooling off from the stifling heat inside while the three girls still with me huddled around. Jocelyn was giggly and amped and clearly didn’t need the Red Bull’s caffeine. Kelly was just making eyes at me that made obvious her lustful desires. And even the third girl was unabashedly checking me out.

There was an old couch that we’d stashed back here on the patio. And after settling onto the couch, Jocelyn promptly dropped herself into my lap and wrapped her arm around my neck while giving me a very nice downward view into her prominent cleavage. Kelly cuddled up against my side. And the third girl took a chair right in front of us.

“This is SUCH a cool party,” the third girl looked around in wonder. “I mean, it’s freaking cold, not like the islands. But these were a good idea.” She pointed upwards to the source of heat. I’d rigged two overhead heat lamps last year, not unlike the one I’d repaired at Candy Carter’s place in La Jolla.

Jocelyn patted my chest. “Ben put those up himself. He’s quite the handyman. He even fixed my bed so it wouldn’t squeak whenever he wanted to fuck me on it.”

She laughed gaily and Kelly reached out and smacked her leg. “You’re such a horn dog!” Kelly giggled.

“And for Ben, aren’t you?” Jocelyn shot back. Then she turned to the third girl and drawled. “I swear he’s made me cum more times in our last two or three sessions than I had in the entire YEAR before him.”

The third girl blushed and leaned back against her chair, raising a hand daintily to cover her smiling mouth. And as I comfortably sat with one pretty girl on my lap and another leaning against my side, I paused to really check out the one in front of me.

She was quite tall, probably 5’10”, and very, very pretty, with a mixed Asian heritage. Her naturally black hair was faded to a neutral brown and interwoven with blonde streaks. She had a great tan and a long, lithe, and toned body. Her legs looked incredible as she folded them over the end of the chair in her seated position. She wore a puka shell necklace around a delicate neck, and her eyes were a light brown that tended toward golden, just the way I liked it. Despite her height, she had a youthful face that made her look younger than everyone else. And she sipped at her cup with a delightfully naughty glee that made me think she didn’t drink alcohol very often.

I went ahead and put my hand forward. “Hi, I’m Ben.”

“I know,” she giggled. “Everyone around here keeps talking about you. More even than just these two.” She blushed deeply, and I got the distinct impression that this was another one of those nights where every girl in the house was discussing my sexual exploits.

She smiled and I smiled and then I raised my eyebrows. “This is usually the part where you take my hand and tell me your name.”

“Oh!” she stammered, clearly embarrassed. “I’m Meli!” And she finally took my hand, shaking it lightly. Her eyes lit up with additional golden flecks when she felt the skin of our hands rubbing against each other.

“Pleased to meet you, Meli,” I flashed my best charming smile.

“I’ll bet you’d be pleased to meat her,” Kelly giggled, and I rolled my eyes at the little innuendo. Kelly Park was a Junior and one of the six upperclassmen sisters Adrienne and I had double-teamed before Thanksgiving Break. Plus, she was Jocelyn’s sorority big sister. There had been a few encounters since then, including just last night during the impromptu orgy with Bridget, Carli, and Andie. And from the way Kelly was inching closer to me, it seemed that she hadn’t yet gotten enough.

Kelly was a study in contrasts compared to Meli. Despite being older, she appeared to be a scaled-down version of the new girl at only 5’4”. Both girls were slender with narrow hips and modest bosoms. Both wore tops that showed off their flat stomachs, Kelly in a white belly shirt and Meli in a dark, sleeveless cropped top. But where Meli had gold-flecked eyes and gold streaks in her dark hair, Kelly had dyed-blue streaks and even blue-colored contacts. I found myself fantasizing about being sandwiched between them and finding out in further detail how they compared and contrasted.

And mentally I also added Jocelyn to that mix. Despite being Kelly’s “little sister”, I’d never had the pair at the same time. So I was thinking to bring all three of these babes back to my bedroom and put myself at the center of an Asian-variety orgy. It seemed like a great way to finish off the year by finally getting the sorority sister-pairing, plus Meli was fresh and young and very enticing. I could already imagine those long, slender legs folded up her own body and hooked over my shoulders while I pounded the young girl beneath me.

Continuing my conversation with Meli, I gestured to the two Tri-Delts and asked, “So how do you know the girls? Friends? Classmates? Roommates?” From how close Meli had been to Jocelyn throughout the night, I assumed roommates, with Jocelyn having pledged Delta Delta Delta but Meli not.

I was wrong. “Oh, we just met tonight,” Meli giggled.

“She looked lost and lonely when I first got here,” Jocelyn put in and then added flirtily, “Whaddaya say Ben, do you think we can make her feel welcome tonight?”

I grinned and sipped my drink. I found myself staring at Meli’s tits. They weren’t very big, but she seemed to be going without a bra and her nipples were prominently poking through the sheer top in the cool air. “We’ll see,” I replied.

Jocelyn pouted. “Aww, you need to give me something more firm than that. Otherwise I just might take her over to the Tri-Delt party and see if I can’t convince her to pledge next year.”

I shrugged noncommittally. The Tri-Delts were having their own end of the year party at the chapter house, with my girls just visiting the party here for a little while before returning to their sorority. Already Tonya, Lakhi, and Leighton had stopped by to say ‘hi’ and then left. And I hadn’t seen Andie or Carli in a while. I very much wanted Jocelyn, Kelly, and Meli to stay with me tonight instead of leaving for the other party, but playing hard to get had become part of my routine interactions with the Tri-Delts, and I wanted them to work a little harder at their seduction before finally giving in.

Things wouldn’t get that far.

The three girls and I continued flirting under the heat lamps on the back patio and we’d progressed to the point where Meli had taken the spot sitting on my lap, the beautiful young girl shifting her weight every so often to rub her butt against the bulge in my jeans. I think Jocelyn realized how much I wanted the new girl, and knowing my propensity for group sex, the Filipina Tri-Delt was dangling Meli in front of me as enticement to get us ALL into bed together.

So with Meli in my lap, I was just asking her who else she knew at the party, since she hadn’t come with Jocelyn and Kelly, when a finger tapped at my shoulder.

Meli swallowed her response and looked up with me to see Ryan Tanner looming above us. “Hey Ben, got a minute?”

I gave him the universal “go away” eye roll to indicate I was making some serious progress with the trio of Asian babes around me. But he held his gaze and I acquiesced. Patting Meli’s drumtight ass, I apologized, “Excuse me a moment, girls.”

They pouted but stood up. “We’ll get some more drinks. You want another, Ben?”

I waved them off. I liked to drink socially, but I was buzzed enough already and too much alcohol actually impeded my ability to get three ejaculations in one session. And I VERY much wanted to get three ejaculations tonight, one for each of them.

The trio walked away, Jocelyn and Kelly bouncing energetically while Meli looked back at me with lustful disappointment. I stared after her with some disappointment of my own and for a second, I thought of inviting her right back. But then I sighed, leaned back against my chair, and gestured Ryan to one of the vacated spots. “Sit down. What’s up?”

Ryan shrugged and sat on the edge of another chair, not leaning back. He grimaced for a brief moment before steeling himself and stating, “I was talking with the others. Seems like everyone’s interested in continuing this party at Dawn’s and my apartment.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. Dawn and my crew leaving? True, I still had Brandi’s and Dayna’s friends and the Tri-Delts to keep me company here. But why was Ryan telling me this? And I noted the tension in his voice. “Doesn’t sound like you’re one of the interested people.”

Ryan clenched his jaw briefly and looked down. But his sterling blue eyes flicked right back up and he sighed. “I’m fine, really. I think this is something that needs to happen.”

I frowned as I thought through the implications of Ryan’s statement, and I looked at him curiously. “What’s going to happen?”

He shrugged and then stood up. “I don’t know. I really don’t. But whatever happens, happens. And I’ve decided that I can live with that.”

And on that mysterious note, Ryan walked away.

I was still pondering the enigma of Ryan’s statements when a pretty bottle-blonde with a great rack sat down beside me. “Cheers,” she toasted while raising her cup.

I snapped out of my little reverie and looked over at Bridget Marks, a Senior Tri-Delt who had become something of a friend over the past couple of months. She had always spoken plainly with me, honest both in speech and in her desire for some no-strings-attached fucking. She’d been the first one Adrienne and I double-teamed once we decided that non-pledge Tri-Delts were fair game. And since then, she’d been my window into the behind-the-scenes political machinations of the sorority. I tapped my Solo cup against hers and took the last sip of my Vodka Redbull. Then I leaned back and smiled. “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d stop by and see how you were doing. The Tri-Delt party doesn’t seem half as energized as this place is.”

I shrugged.

“So have you decided who’s going to win the prize?”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “What prize?”

“You.” Bridget’s eyebrows went up. “The pledge competition may be over but the jockeying for status continues. We’re not tracking points anymore, but there’s some discussion over at the chapter house about who’s going to spend the night with you.”

“Seriously?”

She shrugged. “Some girls get status from having the nicest clothes. Others from dating the star quarterback. It’s the ‘I’ve got what you want’ mentality. Right now, the girls want you.”

“And do you?” I arched an eyebrow at the busty blonde.

Bridget giggled. “I’m not a recent pledge crawling up the social ladder; I don’t need the status. Yes, I want to spend the night with you, but only because I want to get my brains royally fucked out before Winter Break.”

“Maybe,” I smiled. “You’re the only one around right now.”

Bridget shook her head and then pointedly looked over my shoulder. “Only for now. Cadence has been at the window staring at you for the last fifteen minutes, waiting for an opportunity. Jocelyn, Kelly, and the new girl are just inside the door. They’re waiting for me to leave you alone again. They know better than to intrude while I want to talk to you. Seniority does have its perks.”

My eyebrows went up and I fought the impulse to turn around and verify what Bridget was telling me.

She leaned forward, offering me a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage before standing up and patting my shoulder. “I’ll be fine tonight, Ben. I should be heading back to the chapter house anyways. But be careful with my girls. Cadence and Jocelyn have been at each other’s throats ever since that foursome you had to break Leighton’s bounty. Cadence was in first place until that little stunt. And hell hath no fury...”

... as a woman scorned. She didn’t have to finish the statement. I already knew. I finally did turn around and by now, saw through the window that regal blonde Cadence was towering over the shorter Jocelyn while Kelly tried to back up her little sorority sister. It seemed that no matter which way I chose tonight, I was going to piss somebody off. Ah, the complications of being a male slut in demand.

Bridget just smirked, patted my shoulder one last time, and then left. Cadence, Jocelyn, and Kelly smiled politely as Bridget passed, and I took the opportunity to slip away, heading into the backyard and going around the side of the house to come back in the front door.

I was just entering back in to the front door foyer when Dawn came up to me. “Ben! There you are!” She quickly attached herself to my left arm and looked unbelievably excited. “I can’t WAIT. I still can’t believe we’re going to DO this!”

“Do what?” I frowned at her.

She came to a stop and looked up at me with wide eyes. “Ben! Ryan said he talked to you.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, THAT was a weird conversation. He said you guys were all going over to your apartment.”

Dawn looked horrified for a moment. “You ARE coming, aren’t you?”

“What are you talking about?”

Gwen showed up and latched onto my other arm. “There you are!” She grinned at me with bright, lustful eyes and ran her hand down to cup my ass. “This is gonna be SO wicked.”

“What is going on?” I asked again, but Gwen was already looking around. “Where’s Adrienne?”

Dawn shrugged. She spotted Brandi and Matt Kanemura in the hallway, moved us over, and asked, “Hey Brandi. Have you seen Adrienne?”

Brandi grinned and jerked her thumb back at Adrienne’s bedroom door. “Already in her room with Andie and Carli.”

As if on cue, a loud, very happy female moan drifted through Adrienne’s door, followed by another. My eyebrows went up and I smirked imagining the lesbian threesome going on in there. And Dawn verbalized, “Ahhh...”

“Well, it’s probably better,” Gwen said almost nervously. “Adrienne’s orientation might have made things awkward for this. Plus, even numbers and all...”

“For what?” I asked. I STILL didn’t know what was going on.

“Really, I thought Ryan talked to you about this,” Dawn sighed. “The rest of us are heading over to my apartment.” She read my eyes and realized that no, I really didn’t know what was going on. But rather than explain right away, she clutched my arm possessively and started tugging me out the door. “Never mind. I’ll explain on the way.”

“You heading out?” Brandi called after us.

Dawn gripped my arm even tighter. “Yeah. We’ll see you guys in the morning,” she drawled with waggling eyebrows and a giggly voice. Gwen similarly clutched my other side and wiggled her butt suggestively.

Brandi just chuckled and waved at us. “Okay. Have fun guys. Just bring him back in time for us to drive home.”

I still didn’t know what was going on. But evidently, my friends wanted me to go with them to Dawn’s and Ryan’s apartment, away from the bustle of the party behind us. My impulses told me to trust Dawn; she was my best friend after all. My loins told me to go along with whatever Gwen wanted, as the look on her face made clear I wouldn’t be without pleasure for this night. And my head told me this would avoid the Tri-Delt conflict. I wouldn’t be choosing either Cadence OR Jocelyn and thus giving neither additional reason to hate each other. It would just further playing hard to get, which I could live with.

So I let Dawn and Gwen drag me out the door.

Thing is, if I’d known what mental and emotional anguish was waiting for me at Dawn’s apartment, I probably would have turned right around and gone back inside the house.

Everything started off pleasantly. Dawn, Gwen, and I walked the short two blocks quickly and arrived to find Ryan mixing drinks and Bert and Robin on one of the couches. Robin clearly didn’t need anything more to drink as she was still flying high and already being far more physically affectionate than I’d ever seen her. Actually, she was straddling Bert’s lap and doing her best to shove her tongue down his throat.

“Get a room, you two,” I drawled and Robin actually flipped me the bird without breaking her liplock with her boyfriend.

“If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em,” Gwen giggled behind me. She then tugged on my arm, spinned me around, and grabbed the back of my head. And before I could even blink, she threw me against the wall and did HER best to shove her tongue down my throat. It wasn’t easy, being 8 inches shorter than me, even wearing 3-inch heels and rising up onto her toes. And ultimately Gwen dragged me over to the couch so that we could adopt a similar position to Bert and Robin, with that happy couple at one end and me and my dirty-blonde at the other.

Meanwhile, Ryan was in some conversation with Dawn, my beautiful blonde best friend holding his face in her hands and saying something earnestly. Eventually, they came over to join us, sitting side-by-side on the opposite couch. And only then did Gwen and Robin dismount their respective boys.

“So how is this going to work?” Ryan asked almost nervously, looking back and forth at both Robin and Gwen and then back to Dawn.

Dawn just looked at Bert and Robin. “Are you sure you two want to do this? Nothing will ever be the same again.”

The young couple looked at each other for a moment before nodding together and then turning to face us. “Yeah,” Bert breathed, staring in rapture at Dawn while still appearing quite nervous.

Robin, by contrast, was the most excited. She stared lustfully at both Ryan and me before nodding her head rapidly. “Oh, yeah.”

“Excuse me,” I now put in. “What the hell is going on?”

Dawn smacked Ryan’s side. “You TOLD me you talked to him.”

“I DID,” he said defensively.

I blinked. “Not exactly, but that’s not the point,” I waved everyone off. “Just tell me now.”

Gwen leaned in and wrapped herself around my arm. “It’s the last night before break. We’re all friends here. So for one night, and one night only, we’re all going to play around a bit.” She snagged a drink off the table and took a sip, restraining herself from giggling too much.

“Play around?” I arched an eyebrow.

Ryan said firmly, “Nobody goes any further than they want to.”

“Oh, I want to go ALL the way,” Robin exhaled excitedly before burping quite loudly. She slapped a hand over her mouth and then giggled as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever done in her life.

I jerked a thumb at Robin and looked at Dawn. “Is she aware of what she’s saying?”

Dawn nodded. “It was her idea weeks ago, actually. Didn’t think she was serious, but tonight she came up to us and said she really, really wanted to do it.”

Gwen looked sternly at me. “But nothing leaves this apartment. Got it?”

“Of course, of course,” I said quickly. Then I looked right at Ryan and thought about the implications of ‘playing around’. Robin was clearly eyeing both me and Ryan. Bert was in awe of Dawn and Gwen. And if everyone was playing around, that also included me ... and DAWN. “Are you sure about this?” I asked the big blonde guy.

Ryan took a deep breath and looked at Dawn for a moment before bringing his gaze back to me. “I told you I wasn’t sure. But I decided I’ll accept whatever happens.” He scooped up one of the drinks and practically chugged the entire thing, gasping as the alcohol burned down his throat. “It’s like worrying about whether you should ask a girl out, not knowing how she’ll react. You can either freak out, forever wondering about all the ‘what ifs’ ... Or you can just let it all hang out and do it. Whatever happens, at least now you know. I imagine you went through the same thing with me two years ago.”

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but I recognized the serious intent in his tone. And taking a deep breath, I nodded. Then I looked at Dawn, feeling both an uncontrollable excitement at the idea that I might ACTUALLY be allowed to play around with her as well as a disquieting sense of foreboding that this whole thing was going to blow up in my face. “So how is this going to work?”

This “thing” worked with instructional cards. Robin had found a swingers game in some shop on Telegraph. I hadn’t known it at the time, but she and Bert had fallen into a rut and her lack of excitement in the relationship had led her to start speculating about exactly why so many girls were continually flocking to me. She’d also harbored a crush on Ryan, at least physically, since he was such a well-built specimen of man. And as it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult to convince Bert. He was bored in the rut as well and had long held his own crushes on Dawn, Gwen, and Adrienne. He was a guy, after all.

Robin talked to Gwen about the idea and showed her the game, and since the dirty-blonde was openly comfortable with her widespread sexual desires, Gwen readily jumped on the idea. She was already fucking me, held some curiosities about Bert, and of course had the occasional wet dream about hunky Ryan.

The girls then talked to Dawn, who proclaimed that Ryan would never go for it. But when Robin brought up the idea at tonight’s party, the big guy had surprisingly thrown caution to the wind and said, ‘The hell with it.’ Dawn was doing a poor job concealing her desire to, at the very least, make out with me with her boyfriend’s permission. And seemingly everyone was on-board.

Ryan volunteered to talk to me for his own mysterious reasons, only the intent was never quite communicated. So they were only now getting my approval. And as it turned out, while everyone was friends with Adrienne, Gwen and Robin were FIRMLY hetero and had been relieved when it turned out the blonde bombshell was already occupied. Unless Adrienne brought another guy, she’d be a seventh wheel. And I personally knew Adrienne wasn’t interested in boinking either Bert or Ryan.

So now it was the six of us, plentiful alcohol, and a swinging game. What a way to end the semester.

We all lined up in alternating boy-girl order — Ryan, Dawn, Me, Gwen, Bert, and Robin — on the two couches around the coffee table. Robin turned over the top card, from a pile marked “Level One.” She held it up and shrugged. “Everyone make out with your partner for one minute.” There were two sand-filled timers like hourglasses, one small one-minute and one large, probably five minutes.

It seemed easy enough and Gwen cuddled up next to me again. She was my partner by default, not that either of us was complaining. She was by far the more aggressive of the two of us right now — I was still wrapping my head around what we were about to do — and soon she was humming happily while carving out the inside of my mouth with her tongue. By the end of the minute we were breathing hard, but still able to keep a lid on things.

Ryan was the next in line and he flipped over the next starter card, reading aloud, “Everyone removes a major article of clothing.” His eyebrows went up and the girls giggled. Shrugging, the three guys all removed their shirts but left our undershirts on. Robin lost her sweater, leaving her in a baby-T shirt beneath. Dawn removed her button-down, revealing a spaghetti-strap white camisole underneath. Only Gwen didn’t have two layers, and when she pulled off her top, she leaned back to proudly display her nicely formed tits held aloft in a flesh-toned bra.

Dawn read the next card, and so we kept going. Some of the cards told us to fondle each other. Others told us to have a drink. Several times we were instructed to continue making out for a minute at a time.

The game instructions told us to play 15 Level One cards before spinning the “Swingers Wheel”. The wheel was just a flat circular disc with an arrow attached to the center. Apparently the game could handle parties with more than six because there were really just four quadrants: Move one spot to the right, one spot to the left, two spots to the right, or two spots to the left. If there were only four people, the two couples just switched partners. After the 15 Level One cards, I was up next and spun “move one spot to the left”. So the three of us guys got up and moved over, resetting the new pairings to: Bert and Dawn, Ryan and Gwen, and Me and Robin.

Now it was Robin’s turn. With glee she turned over the first “Level Two” card and was told to remove a major article of clothing from her partner. Since she was a girl, all the girls would do the same. Whenever a guy pulled a card, all the guys would similarly do the same.

Unsurprisingly, all three girls decided to go for our pants. Robin even knelt in front of the couch while she pulled away my jeans, gasping in awe when the bulge in my boxers prominently jutted upwards right in her face. She reached out to touch me, but I slapped her hand away, scolding, “Not yet.”

Bert had the next card, and everyone stopped breathing for a second when it instructed, “Everyone make out and fondle your partner for one minute.”

Robin was again the first to break through the silence, vaulting into my lap and grinding her crotch against my bulge while attacking my lips with her own. She was messy and wet and unskilled and enthusiastic. I hadn’t been kissed like that since the twins’ fumbling first attempts and it took me a second to get her to calm down while I showed her a better way of kissing. And since I now had permission, I let my hands roam across the pretty brunette’s nubile body, never deliberately going for her private parts. This was still warm-up.

Across the table, Dawn was similarly trying to contain Bert’s enthusiasm, as if he were an overeager high schooler. The guy certainly wanted to get his hands on her tits. And next to me, Gwen and Ryan were tentatively sharing a liplock, both of them clearly interested but Ryan plainly nervous, frequently glancing over at Dawn. Ryan’s nervousness carried to Gwen and things weren’t going all that well. But at least it only lasted for a minute.

The awkwardness got even deeper when Dawn flipped a card and the girls were instructed to specifically fondle their partner’s crotches for a minute. Once Gwen started really rubbing Ryan’s cock outside of his shorts, the big guy just groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, while simultaneously remaining stiff in nervousness. Robin was all frenetic hands on my cock. And Bert probably would have popped in his briefs if Dawn hadn’t stopped rubbing him at the last moment. The nice Korean guy seemed deeply embarrassed by how close he had come, and now with the second “new” couple starting to succumb to awkwardness, I was beginning to think that the game would soon fall apart.

But Ryan flipped a card that told everyone to have a drink, which settled everyone down for a minute. And then Gwen flipped a card that had everyone make out and fondle the person on their left. That had everyone making out once again with their own original partner, and a minute of kissing someone familiar did wonders for soothing everyone’s conscience. Bert and Robin found themselves staring at each other, reassuring each other that they wanted this wild and crazy experience. Dawn and Ryan were huddled close, Dawn reassuring her boyfriend that she loved him no matter what. And Gwen was just happy to have a fully willing partner.

It was a good thing everyone calmed down, because I flipped another “Remove your partner’s clothing” card. I pulled away Robin’s baby-T to get a look at those bra-clad breasts Adrienne claimed were better than her sweaters might have made them seem. Bert was hyperventilating as he also removed Dawn’s camisole to leave her upper body in just her bra for those big D-cups. But while Ryan was playing the gentleman and going after Gwen’s jeans, she leaned forward and said in a husky voice, “You can go ahead and take the bra.”

My eyebrows raised as I looked over. Bert nearly stopped breathing. And Ryan licked his lips and glanced back at Dawn.

Dawn just waved for him to go ahead, and then the room went silent as Ryan reached around the sexy dirty-blonde who simply raised her arms and planted her own hands on top of her head, proudly showing off her upper body. He got the bra unhooked and then pulled the cups away, gently dragging the garment down her arms until they came off. And then Gwen cheekily put her hands on top of her head again to show those tits off.

I’d seen them before, but having them revealed in this manner made my cock harder than steel. While not quite as big as Dawn’s, Gwen still had healthy, good-sized mounds that stood up firm and round with just a bit of heavy sag — 34C’s I’d eventually found out for myself. The nipples were hard and erect and proudly sticking out at anyone who cared to look at them. And I felt my mouth watering at the mere sight of such pretty breasts. Gwen let us ogle her for a little while, and then she finally dropped her arms and asked, “whose turn is it?”

It was Robin’s, and she promptly pulled another make out and fondle card. She pressed herself against my side and didn’t hesitate to grab at my crotch. And this time, when I looked out the corner of my eye, I could see that Gwen had pulled Ryan’s hands to her naked tits, encouraging him to fondle away, just like the card had said.

More clothes came off then. More kisses were exchanged. And there was even a card that shifted all the girls to the left, realigning everyone with their original partners but in different seats than where they’d started. By the time we got through 15 Level Two cards, we were all down to our underwear, with Gwen left in only her panties.

Then we hit Level Three. Ryan spun the Swingers Wheel and I found myself desperately praying to a god I didn’t believe in that somehow Dawn and I would get paired together.

We did.

Ryan visibly tensed up. But immediately we guys were ordered to lose our last article of clothing with the first Level Three card, and the second card put us all back into make out and fondle mode. Robin was entirely in Ryan’s lap as she humped herself against his muscular body and shoved her tongue between his pursed lips. She didn’t reach out and touch his erect cock just yet, satisfied to ride it beneath her panty-clad crotch. Gwen and Bert were going at each other with similar enthusiasm. And now it was my time with Dawn.

For some reason, I thought back to my very first kiss with Dawn, way back when we were fifteen. Given how active Brooke and the twins and the other High Schoolers I knew had been, I was surprised Dawn and I had actually waited until we were fifteen for our first kiss. For me, I suppose it was a product of being such a short, undesirable boy. But Dawn? Most girls with her looks had already lost their virginities by their fifteenth birthday. But Dawn had been waiting for me.

I’ll never forget how special I felt when she told me that.

Back then, I had been terrible. I had slobbered too much. I had no clue what to do with my tongue. And I kept bumping my nose into hers.

Today, four-and-a-half years later, I knew better. My fingers went to Dawn’s cheek. Her hands went to my jaw and around the backs of my ears. And then the universe exploded as our lips found each other. Sparkles went off behind my eyes. My stomach flipped and then flipped a few more times. This was kissing. This was my DAWN.

This was where my world made sense.

Dawn didn’t even try to grab at my body. I was buck naked and she didn’t need to grope me or take my throbbingly hard erection into her hand. She knew it was there. She knew she could have it. But this moment was about our kiss. The feel of our lips against each other, feeling the simple sense of... rightness ... in this intimate touch, was all we really needed. Dawn was my soulmate. The kiss was just our reminder.

The Level Three cards had graduated to the 5-minute timer. But even with the longer duration, I felt like I didn’t have enough time. In fact, staring at the stupid contraption of glass, plastic, and sand, I cursed the game that would bring me so tantalizing close to my Dawn and yet separate us again when it was all over. I would live this night in 5-minute increments from now on, and I knew that I would also be parted from Dawn again for some of that. And even when Gwen called time to get us to separate, my lips lingered on my soulmate’s for just a little longer.

Two cards were down and in another thirteen, we’d spin the Swingers Wheel and I’d be forced to move to someone else. I looked to that future with doom and gloom, knowing that I would be separated from the one I wanted more than anything in this world. I’d bedded more girls in the past two months than any other stretch in my life. I’d fucked more pussies and throats and assholes than I could even count right away. I’d been cumming non-stop with such a variety of nubile beauties in such a variety of positions that I could fill an entire magazine full of Penthouse Forum articles completely on my own. But I’d trade them all if I could just stay with Dawn a little longer. I promised to my unknown god that I’d give them all up if I could just keep Dawn when Level Three ended. I didn’t want to face the game’s cruelty of bringing me with her for a short time and then pulling me apart when the round was over.

But it didn’t turn out that way. Actually, the game was even crueler than I’d feared.

The third Level Three card ordered anyone who wasn’t already buck naked to get stripped naked by their partner. Leave it to a stupid game to give me such a brief moment of happiness before yanking it all out from under my feet.

I gleefully pulled away Dawn’s bra and couldn’t help but sneak in a suckle or two of her tits as I did so. She smacked my head playfully and told me that wasn’t in the rules. On the other hand, Gwen wasn’t stopping Bert from doing the same and Robin was actively pulling Ryan’s head to her chest.

Sometime before we’d gotten started, Dawn had snuck into her room to retrieve fresh panties, and for the second time in one night I found myself removing a soaked thong from my beautiful best friend’s loins. The torn baby blue ones were probably still in my drawer back in my room. This pair was white and soaked with arousal. And while I wasn’t daring enough to actually lick her bare-shaven slit just yet, I did sniff and take a quick taste of the white spandex-like material in my hands.

But then the fourth card landed. Everyone had to switch partners again, and Gwen and I found ourselves all alone on one couch while Dawn, Ryan, Robin, and Bert were together on the opposite couch. It felt like my world was coming to an end as I was separated from my soulmate once again.

FUCK.

Gwen didn’t seem to notice my upset state. She was trembling and quivering with sexual energy by this point. She had fondled cocks and had her tits sucked. She’d french-kissed all three guys and had our hands roaming all over her flushed, skin-tingling body. She smiled at the way the fates worked out to bring us back into our original partners; and from the look in her eyes, game or no game she preferred me over the other two guys.

And she was THRILLED with the fifth card. ”Orally pleasure your partner for five minutes,” Dawn read.

For the first time, Robin didn’t leap right into action. Whether subconsciously or not, the rest of us had always waited for her cue before carrying out the card’s instructions, and no one moved at first. We all just sort of looked at her expectantly.

Robin reached her hand out to Bert, intertwining her fingers through her boyfriend’s. She picked her eyes up and looked at the rest of us before taking a deep breath. ”Are we really doing this?”

Bert looked hurt. ”What? You can’t give me a blowjob anymore?”

Robin blushed, smiled, and shook her head. ”Of course I can, silly. But up until now, we’ve all just been kissing and fondling and the like. Now we’re really getting into SEX.” She looked at Bert and stated, ”It’s giving a blowjob to YOU, right now. But the next turn it could be Ben or Ryan. For all we know, we could be fucking someone else very soon.”

Gwen piped up. ”Thought you looked at all the cards beforehand.”

Robin nodded. ”I did. Actual penetration doesn’t happen until Level Four. But still. Are we all ready to do this?”

”Are you?” Dawn asked Robin.

The pretty brunette pushed her glasses up her nose, the black plastic frames the only article other than jewelry she was wearing. Her perky B-cup breasts, very nicely shaped, blushed pink along with the rest of her chest as she inhaled and nodded. ”I’m ready,” Robin stated.

Bert nodded excitedly. ”Me, too.”

Gwen confirmed. I nodded. Then Dawn looked at Ryan and asked, ”Are we doing this, babe?”

Ryan took a deep breath and looked at me. ”Whatever happens, happens,” he said softly. And then he gently took Dawn’s face in his hands and kissed her.

Robin turned and kissed Bert. Gwen was a little more direct and simply sank to her knees in front of me. ”I’ve been craving this all fucking night,” she growled before promptly inhaling my prick, shoving the first four inches into her mouth while she sucked me like a vacuum cleaner. Robin flipped the timer and then similarly knelt in front of Bert. And while a part of me didn’t want to look, I watched as my Dawn took her place in front of her boyfriend.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen Dawn giving another man a blowjob. The first had been with Ryan at his house that fateful Thanksgiving Weekend two years ago. And then at Dayna’s Blindfold Party last year, my semi-transparent blindfold had let me see her get involved in a couple of different sexual activities when she didn’t know I could see her.

But two years ago, I had been actively encouraging Dawn to find her happiness with Ryan. I’d wanted that more than I wanted her to be only mine. Last year at the Blindfold Party, she was exploring her sexuality beyond the only two serious boyfriends she’d ever had in her life. I’d been Adrienne’s boyfriend and busy fucking my own six new girls as well.

Right here, right now, Dawn still wasn’t mine. She belonged to Ryan: She knew it. I knew it. But we both knew we still wanted each other, and while I wasn’t jealous of Dawn for being physically intimate with her boyfriend, I WAS jealous that she wasn’t doing it to ME, right NOW. I wanted my cock in Dawn’s mouth. I wanted it to be MY lap in which she was bobbing her head up and down. Again, I didn’t mind that she was with Ryan, but I didn’t want to wait any longer for MY turn.

Curse the damn 5-minute timer that would delay that from happening immediately.

Curse the stupid cards that had me partnered with Gwen and not my Dawn.

I’d waited ever since summer camp of a year and a half ago since being intimate with her, and I didn’t want to wait any longer. Today was my chance to do so with Ryan’s permission. Today could be my ONLY chance. And every second that ticked by was one less second I would have with her. I simply couldn’t wait.

But I had to. No matter what turmoil my head was in, I wouldn’t break the game rules. After all, those rules were the only thing that might allow me to actually make love to my Dawn. Even if Ryan started to second-guess his permissions, the game rules said I could.

“Awww, FUCKKK!!!”

I was shaken from my reverie by a male grunt. I blinked and realized I was staring off into space, staring at nothing. I hadn’t been watching Dawn sucking her boyfriend. I hadn’t been watching Bert and Robin. I hadn’t even been watching Gwen nursing my own thick cock. But now I looked and saw that despite the clenched jaw and the agony on Bert’s face to hold himself back, he was spurting his load into his girlfriend’s mouth, unable to contain himself any longer.

Robin gulped for the first two bursts before opening her mouth and gasping for air, unable to take Bert’s entire load. His nicely-sized cock kept spurting, shooting little ribbons of cum into the pretty girl’s face. One streak even landed across her glasses. And finally she pumped out the rest against the upper slopes of her chest. The timer had run a bit past five minutes, but nobody seemed to mind.

Gwen turned around, smacking her lips noisily. “So what do the rules say about that?”

Robin shrugged. “We keep playing. Just gimme a second to clean up.” And then she took a deep breath, her eyes looking a little more focused and her demeanor appearing a little less drunk. “And gimme a minute to gather myself. I didn’t realize how weird this would feel giving my boyfriend a blowjob in front of other people. I CERTAINLY didn’t know how weird it would feel for him to give me a facial in front of other people.”

Robin headed straight for the bathroom. And then Gwen snagged a box of tissues and tossed it over to Bert so he could clean himself up. The guy blushed in embarrassment, but Gwen said, “Don’t worry about it. We take it as a compliment that just being around me and Dawn gets you to pop off like that.”

Dawn nodded and grinned. “Well, we HAVE effectively been doing foreplay for over an hour now.”

“Really?” I arched an eyebrow. “What time is it?” I looked around for a clock to find that it was after 1am. There were only about six hours before the sunrise, when I would likely lose my Dawn.

“Doesn’t matter,” Gwen replied with a sigh, her eyes swiveling over to Ryan. “We’re not finishing until I get a big dick inside me. Right?”

Dawn’s eyelids dropped halfway and she slid her gaze over to me. With a husky voice, she drawled, “Right.”

Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait for Level Four to switch partners. Unfortunately, it wasn’t yet to Dawn. The game, the world, the Universe was just toying with me, and I could feel the tension building inside me the longer we played.

Robin, of course, was thrilled when I had to split her thighs apart and start going down on her. Like Bert, she was pretty wound up from an hour of foreplay and the petite brunette squeaked in orgasm after the first four minutes, the only of the three girls to do so, although I surmised that was more a testament to how keyed up she was than any particular skill of mine. For example, Ryan was doing a bang-up job from the way Gwen was moaning and groaning. She didn’t get off, but if we’d gone on another couple of minutes, I had no doubt she would have soon. And in the meantime, Bert was just in awe of being that close to Dawn’s pussy. Unfortunately, that meant he wasn’t doing a very good job, and she took the time to gently re-direct him and start teaching the poor guy what to do. He simply didn’t have the necessary experience to measure up to guys like me and Ryan. But by the time this night was over, I was sure he’d have learned a lot.

Bert got the chance to put his newfound education to work almost immediately. Ryan pulled a card that directed him to be orally pleasured in a daisy chain by the couple to his left, which was Dawn and Bert. That meant Dawn was going down on him while Bert resumed eating Dawn out. The other part of the card also meant that Gwen, as Ryan’s partner, was to be eaten by me while Robin feasted on my prick.

Gwen was ecstatic with the outcome. She was hot and horny and desperate for a good cum. While Ryan had gotten Gwen primed, I set her off. I knew her buttons too well to leave her without an orgasm, and inside four minutes I worked her over and sent her into a screaming climax. I then got to relax for the next minute and a half watching Robin bob her head up and down in my crotch, her pretty face looking uniquely sexy with her glasses and with her mouth stretched wide around my prick.

Right after that, we were directed to make out and fondle with the person to our left for five minutes, and I spent the entire time with my tongue in Gwen’s mouth and my fingers in her snatch while she gave me a handjob that brought me agonizingly close to bliss. Ryan was all over Dawn, hungry for his own orgasm as well. And Bert and Robin almost lazily groped each other while more eagerly waiting for the timer to end and give them something new to do.

And then just to tease me a little longer, card fifteen had us switching partners. I FINALLY got paired with Dawn again, and for a moment my heart leaped up in excitement. But Level Three was immediately over and Bert spun the Swingers Wheel to switch up our partners. And I was paired up again with Robin.

FUCK!

“No more timers in Level Four. The card ends when you say it ends,” Robin announced and then excitedly looked at Ryan.

The guy shuffled the Level Four cards and then patted them into a neat stack. Everyone tensed as Ryan grabbed up the top card and turned it over, saying in slightly shaky voice, “Fuck your partner right in front of everyone.”

[SLAM!]

[THUMP!]

“Oof!”

I found myself flat on my back on the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Robin was straddling my stomach with her hands around my head as she frantically crashed her lips against mine, huffing and puffing as she fought between kissing me and getting to the fucking as soon as possible. She tasted like breath mints and tequila and I had to admit that the sensation of her wet pussy leaking copious fluids all over my abs was quite the turn-on. And a minute later, she finally got a hold of herself and stared down at me, asking, “Please?”

Having caught my breath, I simply grabbed her hips and shifted her down over my crotch. No, she wasn’t Dawn. No, I’d never really considered fucking Robin before today. But she was a cute naked girl with perky tits, a tight tummy, and an obvious willingness to take my cock deep inside her. And I was a horny guy who’d been teased, fondled, groped, and sucked for more than an hour.

Robin frantically reached between us while I held her hips, taking three attempts to grab my dick in her hand and elevate it into position. And then while cooing excitedly, she sank herself down.

Fucking HELL she was tight.

Robin only got the first three inches on that initial lunge. She’d already been eaten to one orgasm and had several gallons of lubrication leaking out of her by now, but she was still a petite girl with narrow hips and not much experience.

“So fucking BIG, Ben!” Robin groaned and wriggled around my pole, sinking another inch.

Gently, I gripped her hips and lifted her up a bit, almost so that my mushroom head popped out of her. But before reaching that point I reversed my course and firmly tugged her downwards, this time managing to get six inches into her tight cunt.

“FUCK!” she groaned again.

I pulled out out and then pushed in one more time. And finally I was fully ensconced seven-and-three-quarter inches inside the body of my pretty brunette friend. Robin panted and smiled triumphantly at having taken me inside, brushing her brown hair back behind her ears and pushing her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose while getting herself settled in place. Neither of us moved for a couple of minutes, just getting used to the new sensations.

Meanwhile, Ryan had laid Gwen on her back across the long couch next to us, wrapping her legs around his hips as he smoothly drove himself inside her. At first, I couldn’t see much from my vantage point on the floor, but when Gwen lolled her head to the side, I could see her face with panting mouth and eyes squeezed shut as she felt the muscular man powerfully fucking into her body for the first time.

Across on the other couch, Dawn had taken charge rather than let an overeager Bert start rabbit-fucking her. Bert was seated upright while Dawn straddled his lap, undulating slowly and pressing her big tits into his face for licking while she humped up and down on his shaft, fucking herself with his cock.

And then I brought my attention back to Robin. Just like Dawn, she was humping herself up and down slowly. Her eyes were closed and her head thrown back as she absorbed all the sensations running through her body. I ran my hands up her torso, automatically testing out her erogenous zones before palming her tits and squeezing gently. “How does it feel?” I asked.

“So good...” she moaned. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled down at me. “You know I’ve only been with two men in my life? My High School boyfriend and then Bert. By the end of tonight, I’ll have doubled my total.”

I grinned. “And how do you feel about that?”

“Gawd, I’m such a slut,” she giggled and then moaned as I let my hand down to tickle the patch of skin between her sixth and seventh ribs on her left side. She twitched and then groaned, “What are you doing to me?”

“Just giving you pleasure,” I hummed and then dropped my left hand to her hip, extending my thumb out to rub lightly at her pleasure button.

Robin’s reaction was immediate: she jerked and twitched, groaning again at the new sensation. And before she could recover from that one, I was on to the next, tweaking her right nipple.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked again, panting a little more breathlessly.

I grinned and kept tweaking various parts of her body, adjusting my cock inside her, running a finger over her anus, and caressing previously unknown erogenous spots on her upper torso. “Keeping you guessing.”

“Why?” she panted and humped a little harder.

I chuckled. “I want to show you what makes me sooo damn special.” I gripped both her tits and then gyrated my hips counterclockwise, carving my dick around the inner walls of her pussy. Robin immediately jerked again and groaned as she started tumbling toward orgasm.

“Oh, ohhh!” she gasped and arched her back. My left hand was now gripping her tight buttcheek, squeezing it and running my index finger through the cleft of her ass. My right hand dragged down the ribs on her left side and then moved to her love button. And while I started humping my ass off the floor to drive my cock deeply into her body, I thumbed her clit and pushed a finger into her asshole, sending Robin into an epileptic seizure. “Oh, I’m cumming!” Robin screamed. “I’m actually cumming during sex! OhmiGAWD! I’m CUMMING!!!”

Quickly, I pulled my finger out of her ass while her pussy clenched around me. I grabbed the petite girl by her hips and swiftly rolled us over, banging my side into the couch before I managed to orient us in a missionary position without my dick ever leaving her cunt. And lifting Robin’s right leg over my left shoulder, I gripped her thigh and really started slamming my dick in and out of her compliant body.

“Oh, OHHH!!!!” Robin screamed and came again. For a girl who claimed she’d never before orgasmed during intercourse, it must have been pretty shocking to find that she was actually capable of multiple orgasms. And with a firm grip on her leg and my right hand roaming across her twitching body, I set out to give her at least one more.

“Oh, SHIT!” Gwen screamed from right next to me. Now that I was partially upright, I could see her entire body being jolted with each impact of Ryan’s forceful lunges, her wobbly tits gyrating nicely on each one. She threw her head back as her second orgasm of the night swept through her body. And as if in response, Ryan started growling as well.

“Ohhh, unnngghhh!” Dawn was moaning from the other side. I turned my head to see her tight ass bouncing up and down rapidly, Bert’s cock disappearing and reappearing into view. She was gripping the back of the couch as leverage for her spastic lunges, absolutely smothering Bert’s face in her cleavage now. But I remembered the look of awe on Bert’s face when he first met Dawn. If he died being smothered by her breasts tonight, he would die a happy man.

“Oh, one more, baby!” Gwen groaned next to me.

“I’m so close,” Ryan whimpered but soldiered on.

“I’m cumming!” Dawn moaned.

“Mmphh!!!” Bert mumbled.

And then I was at my limit as well.

Sometime around midnight I’d left the End of the Year party at my house. Since then, I’d sucked face with three different babes, suckled on the tits of all three of them, and gotten my dick sucked by two of them. I’d brought two girls to orgasm with my tongue and fucked Robin to two more of her own. And now, an hour and a half later, I was finally about to blow my load.

“I’m gonna cum inside you, Robin,” I grunted. “My big cock is gonna swell up inside your exquisitely tight pussy and it’s gonna fill you up with a big load of hot, creamy sperm.”

“Oh, gawd yes,” Robin moaned beneath me.

“You finally are gonna get to feel the Big Ben experience, Robin. After years of rumor and hearsay you’re gonna feel it. I’m going to blow your fucking mind and you’re going to go to sleep for a little while, okay?”

“Oh-ohhh! Oh-ohhh!”

“I’ll let you stay awake just long enough to feel me spurting inside you. The last thing you’ll feel before you pass out will be the sensation of my cock exploding in your cunt, hosing down your insides with frothy semen and sending millions of sperm into your womb looking for an egg. Are you ready?”

“Oh, FUUUCK!” Robin groaned and tensed up, her head being thrown back as the beginnings of a monster orgasm spread across her.

“Urrgh-NOW!” I grunted as I felt the first jet of cum blast out of me to splatter against Robin’s vaginal walls. At the same time, I let my left hand drift down and the fingers to glide through her anal crack before pressing the index finger into her anus. My right thumb found that spot between her sixth and seventh ribs again, tickling it while I rubbed the palm against her left breast. And I subtly shifted the angle of my cock so that my next few jets of spunk blasted off directly against her G-spot.

“OH, FUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!” Robin jerked one last time, her back arching off the floor with so much force that she actually lifted us both up into the air. Her eyes rolled up into her head and her arms flailed out, the right one smacking the coffee table leg hard enough to cause a bruise. But she was oblivious to the pain as she was already unconscious, her brain switched off even before her back hit the floor. Her body went cataleptically limp beneath me, and after hunching over her prone body for a minute or two to catch my breath, I pulled myself back and smiled with satisfaction as I saw the creamy froth bubbling out of Robin’s now much wider cunt.

To my right, Gwen was panting and smiling. “Welcome to club, girlfriend,” she said sweetly to Robin’s unconscious body. And then without another word, and with Ryan still slumped on top of her, Gwen reached out to me and pulled my head to hers for a searing kiss.

When we broke for air, I turned to see Dawn sitting next to Bert, the poor guy with a shocked look on his face. He still couldn’t believe he’d actually had sex with the beautiful blonde. For her part, she was sighing at the momentary relief of an orgasm while also having a fire in her eyes as she stared at me with unbridled lust. She wouldn’t be totally satisfied until she’d had me. And I was of like mind.

“Whose turn is it for the next card?” I asked, eager for the game to eventually bring me back to my Dawn.

Gwen chuckled and groaned. “Fuck the cards. I just wanna do that again!”

Dawn was scanning the rules while Robin was still asleep. She picked her head up in surprise and said, “Oops. This says that the Level Four cards are only supposed to be done by the couple that reads it. So technically, only Ryan and Gwen were supposed to fuck back then.”

I shrugged and said, “Whatever. What comes next?”

Dawn pointed to me and said, “Pick a card.”

I grabbed the next one, which said, “Take a shower together.” I looked down at Robin and smiled. It sounded like a decent idea. And a shower would have worked both pre and post-coital.

“Then you,” I pointed to Dawn.

She drew the next one and got, “Spin the Swingers Wheel.” Her eyes flashed at me and quite intently, she reached out and flicked at the arrow. It came to a stop at “move one stop to the left”, and after a second to figure out what that meant, we realized that rotated Dawn to pair up with me.

“Finally,” she breathed excitedly and then darted her gaze to Ryan.

Her boyfriend had just extracted his limp dick from Gwen’s soaked pussy and shrugged. It wasn’t like he could say anything at this point in the game, and Dawn’s and my desire to be together had been obvious from the beginning. So eagerly, Dawn and I started moving to embrace each other.

“Wait,” Gwen said and pointed to me. “You’ve got to finish your shower with Robin.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You’re the one that said ‘fuck the cards’.”

Gwen shrugged and stuck her tongue out at me, and for a moment I seethed at the dirty-blonde.

But Dawn took the second to collect herself and breathe for a few seconds. “No, you’re right.” She looked at Gwen and something unspoken was communicated between the two girls. “Thanks, Gwen.”

“Anyways, if Level Four is picked by couples, then it’s mine and Bert’s turn eventually,” Gwen said as she got herself up and dabbed between her legs with a tissue. She drew the next card and read, “Go into a private room and don’t come back out until you’re both satisfied.”

Standing, the pretty girl jutted her hip out to the left side and smirked at Bert. The guy had come twice already tonight, but one look up at the sultry babe and his cock began stirring back to life. “C’mon cowboy,” Gwen reached a hand out to him. “Let’s borrow the spare room and make sure we’re both satisfied.”

In almost as much awe as he’d been with Dawn, Bert took her hand and let himself be led away.

That left just me, Dawn, Ryan, and Robin. I leaned over Robin, gently rubbing her face and shaking her awake. Her eyes fluttered open and I swiftly ducked down to give her a peck on the lips. “Morning, cutie pie,” I said sweetly. “It’s time for me to get you cleaned up.”

“Oh...” Robin sighed lightly, her eyes shining. “Did I pass out?”

I nodded. “It happens.”

“I didn’t really believe it was possible,” she said sleepily. “You really ARE a wünderkind.”

I chuckled and then scooped an arm beneath Robin’s neck, preparing to lift her up. I wasn’t sure what Dawn and Gwen had communicated with each other, but from the look in Dawn’s eyes, I figured it was something along the lines of ‘don’t appear TOO eager to fuck Ben’. Assuming I was right, it made sense for me to take Robin into the bathroom for a shower, thus giving Dawn and Ryan some private time to really figure out what was about to happen. As much as I wanted to fuck Dawn, I loved her even more and really didn’t want to ruin her relationship with her boyfriend.

But once I lifted Robin’s naked body up, Ryan moved in to take her from me. “It’s okay. I’ll go get Robin a shower. She’s my next partner anyways.”

I blinked and looked at Dawn. “Uh, that’s okay. It’s my job and you can spend the time with Dawn for a bit.”

He shook his head. “No need. I know you two have been waiting a long time to do this. I don’t want to keep you waiting any longer.” His voice cracked at the end of that, and I just KNEW with certainty that no matter what else Ryan might say, he DIDN’T want us to be fucking, period.

I blinked and unable to respond to that immediately, I turned and set Robin gently on the couch. She looked up at us curiously, as did Dawn. I then stood back up and looked Ryan dead in the eye, saying, “If you’re not comfortable with us doing this, we don’t HAVE to do it.”

“You want to,” Ryan stated flatly. “SHE wants to.”

“But YOU don’t want us to,” I shook my head. “You’re her boyfriend. That gives you veto rights. And if you’re not cool with this, we shouldn’t be doing it.”

“Dammit! You HAVE to!” Ryan barked, his momentary burst of anger surprising us all. He clenched his jaw and half-turned away, collecting himself before turning back and facing me. “Don’t you get it, man? I’M the guy worrying about whether to ask a girl out, freaking myself out wondering about all the ‘what ifs’. I don’t know how I’ll feel after you and Dawn make love again. I don’t know how SHE’LL feel. But the point is: I’m stressing out EVERY SINGLE DAY about this shit. We’ve been friends, Ben, but now all I can see is the guy my girlfriend might leave me for. You haven’t done anything serious, I know. You’ve had a zillion opportunities to cheat but you haven’t. She tells me she loves me. You tell me you have no designs on her. But the fact is I KNOW you both still love each other in your weird best-friends-since-birth way and it’s driving me NUTS. I’m tired of it. I’m at the point where I just want to KNOW, once and for all, how this might change us.”

“You already know,” Dawn said firmly, her own voice choked with emotion. “We were together in High School and then I went off to camp with Ben. I was honest with you. We had sex. We had a LOT of sex that summer. But I still came home to you and I’ve been loyal ever since.”

“That was different. That was then. This is now.”

“How is it any different?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know anything!” Ryan threw his hands up in frustration. “All I know is that I’m going stir crazy wondering about THIS ‘what if’. What if you two slept together again? Would you come back to me? Would you not?”

“So what?” Dawn frowned. “Every time you have a crisis of faith in me you’re gonna ask me to sleep with Ben just to see if I come back to you?”

“Maybe! You’re a different person than you were before college, Dawn,” Ryan moaned. “The girl you were then came back to me. The girl you are now? I don’t know yet.”

“Ryan, I promise—”

“You can promise me anything, babe. I love you and I’ll believe you. But I’ll always wonder the ‘what if’.” He took a deep breath and then held his hand out to Robin. “Look Robin, let’s go take a shower together. I’ll get you cleaned up and I’ll be really gentle and yes, I’ve fantasized about running my hands all over your body. Dawn knows that because we talk every now and again about crazy shit like this. She even told me you’ve fantasized about me a couple of times.”

“Traitor,” Robin glowered at Dawn, who just shrugged.

Robin put her hand into Ryan’s and she stood up. Then Ryan turned to Dawn. “I’m going to leave you two alone for at least fifteen minutes. Probably longer. I love you, babe. You can do what makes you happy. And whatever happens, happens.” He kissed Dawn’s cheek and then led Robin into the bathroom, closing the door behind them.

Then Dawn turned to me. “Now what?”

Ohhh this was so freaking complicated.

“I want to be inside you...” I moaned, looking over at Dawn’s naked body. At 19, she was at her absolute peak of physical perfection. Her long, looong legs were toned and perfectly shaped, especially the way she crossed one leg over the other while seated on the couch beside me. Her hips had the perfect womanly flare, while her trim waist and tight belly were absent of any cellulite or excess fat. Her body curved wider up her torso to those overdeveloped 34D breasts, still hanging firm and round without any sag. I knew they would have to start drooping as she grew older the way Dayna’s had just started to, but right now they couldn’t be any better than they already were. Her lithe, graceful neck ascended up to that surpassingly beautiful face, the face of a goddess despite the look of worry etched across her brow.

She looked back at me and took my hand in her own. “I want you inside of me, too. So badly. You don’t KNOW how badly I want it,” she groaned as she pulled my hand up to her chest and pulled my opposite shoulder toward her.

“I DO know,” I groaned, staring right into her eyes. “I want this just as badly as you. We haven’t been together in ... forever. Longer than ever before.”

“I know,” she sighed. “When I saw the trickle of your cum leaking out of Robin’s pussy, it was so hard not to just dive on her and suck it out. That used to be my one ‘out’, remember? I couldn’t touch you directly but I could still taste your cum? I haven’t even had that lately.”

I groaned and moved my lips to hers, turning at the last moment and nibbling on her cheek. “Dawn...”

“Let’s do it, Ben. I want it. I want YOU. I need YOU.”

“Dawn, you know we can’t...”

“Ryan said it’s okay. This is our one chance. I don’t know when he’ll let us again, but right now we have to take this chance while we can.”

“He SAID that. But you KNOW he doesn’t want us to.”

“He’ll never want us to. Would you, in his place?”

“I would. If it would make you happy. You KNOW that.”

“HE wants me to be happy, too. That’s why he’s letting us.”

“That’s not the reason and you know it,” I whined. “This is a test. A test to see if you’ll betray him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. He wants us to fuck, Ben. He wants you inside of me. And he wants to see if I’ll still come back to him after I’ve had you.”

“Ryan would NEVER want me inside you.”

“He did before,” Dawn protested.

“He never WANTED me inside of you,” I rephrased with new emphasis. “He LET us that one summer camp. But that was it. I know guys and I know Ryan. You even said it yourself not thirty seconds ago. He’d NEVER want us to.”

“But he said...”

“He said he’d rather know how you still felt about him after we slept together. But he meant he wanted to see if we’d go through with it, knowing he doesn’t want us to.”

“How do you know that, Ben? What if he really meant he wants to know how I’ll feel about him? If we don’t do this, then he’ll never really know and he’ll STILL go crazy thinking about ‘what if’.”

I winced and looked away. I really DIDN’T know if Ryan would keep on worrying about his ‘what ifs’. But what I did know was that Ryan didn’t really want me to sleep with Dawn. And as long as he was her girlfriend, I just ... couldn’t ... do it.

SUCKED, huh?

I shook my head. “I can’t do this. I’ve waited all night for this. But I can’t do it.”

“Ben, please. I’ve waited more than all night for this,” Dawn whimpered. “I’ve waited more than a YEAR for this!”

“We can’t. I can’t. Not while knowing he doesn’t really want me to.”

“Ben, please.” She took my hand and placed it on her breast. Reflexively, I squeezed the melon and groaned at the touch of her skin beneath me. Her erect little nipple rubbed my palm so nicely.

“Dawn, don’t do this to me...” I groaned.

“You want me. I want you. This is what we’ve been waiting for.” She upped the ante by placing her hand on my cock, squeezing and stroking it. I swore I could have cut through steel with the thing.

“Dawn...”

She held up her hand, palm out to me, waiting expectantly. I raised my hand to match hers, lining them up together. Our hands didn’t quite touch; the palms never got closer than half an inch apart. But then she closed the gap, intertwining her fingers through mine. “Ben, I want you. I want you more than he doesn’t want me to,” she stated flatly.

My eyebrows shot up. “Don’t do this to me. Don’t do this unless you really mean it.”

“I want you, Ben. I’ve always wanted you. I told you we’d get married someday. What’s a little playing around between soulmates?”

“But right now? Are you going to break up with Ryan right now?”

She flinched at the phrase ‘break up’. It wasn’t much, just enough for me to see it. She wanted me, but she wanted to keep him.

“Dawn, it doesn’t work this way,” I said urgently. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too. Not this time. You LOVE Ryan. You chose him. Don’t let your hormones rule you on this one. I don’t want to be the one to fuck up your chance at happiness. Yes, I love you. Yes, I want to make love to you. And yes, I’ve been dreaming all night of being inside you. But if your boyfriend doesn’t really want us to do this, how is it different from any other night?”

“Ben...” Dawn whimpered.

“No. We CAN’T do this. Not like this. I won’t let it be like this. I love you and I want you and if we’re going to be together again, it’s going to be RIGHT. Not just a swinging party with a bunch of friends blitzed on too much alcohol. You’re my Dawn. You’re too special for us to get back together like this, especially when you’re not even sure you want to get back together with me. Because that’s the way it has to be.”

“Why?”

“Because now I’ve realized that the next time I make love to you, I’m never, EVER going to let you go back to Ryan or to anyone else. I’ve made my mistakes and I’ve fucked up a lot of other relationships. But the one relationship I can never, ever lose is you. I’m not in Orange County anymore and we’re not 500 miles apart. We’re together now, and if we ever start a relationship again, it’ll have to be the kind that lasts forever. I couldn’t bear to lose you again. I WON’T do it again.”

“It’s just sex,” Dawn whimpered, but I could see in her eyes she wasn’t disagreeing with me.

“It can never be ‘just sex’ with us, and it never was. We mean too much to each other for it to just be casual. You’ve got your boyfriend. I’ll always be your best friend. And if that’s all we’ll ever be, I’ll be okay with that.” I sighed and thought of Adrienne, choosing ‘sister’ over ‘wife’. That way, she would never lose me. “As your best friend, we can be eternal.”

“We can be eternal as lovers, too.”

“Maybe ... But that’s something we both have to think about first.” I sighed and pulled my hand off her breast and then pulled her hand off my cock. “Maybe you’ll choose me over Ryan in the end. Maybe not. Maybe there’ll be another guy out there for you. But right now, you love him and you’ve chosen him. And I won’t let you claim to choose me just because we both want to fuck each other so bad our teeth hurt.”

“My teeth ACHE,” Dawn whimpered.

I bit my lip and fought the urge to cry. “I know. Me, too. But I’ve got to leave now. Because we CAN’T do this. Not yet. Not like this.”

“Ben!” Dawn whined as I got up and started hunting for my clothes. I just grimaced and started getting dressed. It’s not easy when your cock is so hard and feels like it’s a foot long.

“I’m sorry,” I sighed.

“I love you...” she whimpered as I headed for the door. “I’ll always love you.”

I stopped at the door just before opening it. “I love you, too.” I put my forehead against the wood and exhaled, fighting the urge to turn around, throw myself at her, and fuck her within an inch of her life.

Suddenly she was right behind me, pressing her gloriously naked body against me from feet to shoulders. She hugged me fiercely, squeezing my ribcage so hard I thought she might actually crack one. And then from behind, she gently kissed the back of my neck.

“You’ll always be my Ben.”

“And you’ll always be my Dawn.”

And then I left.