An Ordinary College Sex Life

Chapter 18: The Butterfly and the Bee II

As I previously said, Cadence and I managed to keep fucking until the wee hours of the morning. We went four rounds, the first time I’d done so with a solo girl in a looong time.

She did pass out with my cock spurting jizz up her ass for the second round. I dozed with her for a couple of hours until she stirred awake; and we slipped into the shower after that. Fortunately, her dorm was one of those with an attached bathroom shared between two neighboring rooms instead of one of those with a big hallway bathroom.

The third round completed the trifecta and fulfilled my promise to let Cadence taste my spending. I fucked her doggy-style over her desk and right before my ejaculation, she spun around and begged on her knees for my cum until I blasted off in her face and then into her mouth.

Cadence sucked me to one final erection before pushing me onto the desk chair and then straddling me. We took the time to chat a little more calmly, my face against her big D-cup tits while she undulated up and down my shaft. We fucked like that for almost thirty minutes, when I finally gripped her hips and yanked her down around my erupting cock while we kissed with a furious passion.

And with my last load still swimming around her pussy, we crawled into her bed naked and finally went to sleep.

It was after 10am on Sunday morning when I got back to the house. It probably would have been later if Cadence’s roommate Peggy hadn’t returned to the room and accidentally woken us up.

The embarrassed girl apologized that she’d seen the ribbon but thought I’d already be gone by now. And then she said she’d wait in the lounge until I could get dressed. For a minute, Cadence and I contemplated whether or not we could get away with a quickie. But then I reasoned that we could hope for future encounters and we didn’t need to piss off her roommate. So I dressed, kissed my new girlfriend, and left the room, feeling satiated and quite content.

Unfortunately, that feeling of contented happiness only lasted until I got back to the house. That’s because when I walked into my bedroom, I found that it was already occupied.

Although I probably should have known, I wasn’t expecting to see Paige in my bed. I’d already kicked off my shoes and started stripping out of last night’s clothes when I saw the dark auburn head lift up from my pillow. Paige was already awake, given that it was after 10am. And from the streaks on her cheeks, it looked like she had been crying.

And now, as those dark blue eyes fixed on me, a fresh storm brewed behind her irises. She took in my rumpled appearance: mussed hair, little bit of chin fuzz, and dress clothes from the previous evening. I observed in slow motion as the frown pulled at her cheeks and the corners of her eyes tilted downwards. Helpless, I could only watch as the look of utter devastation spread across her face. And then the small, saddened girl broke into a fresh round of bawling her eyes out.

My heart went out to Paige and I quickly advanced on the bed, sitting down and reaching out to her, pulling her to me for a comforting hug. But she was pressed against my chest for only a second before pushing me away and whimpering, “No! No!”

“What?”

“You smell like her,” Paige moaned, looking at me as if I’d committed the ultimate betrayal. “You smell like sex.”

I rubbed my forehead for a second, wondering what I was going to do. Clearly, the situation was untenable. I couldn’t be happy in my relationship with Cadence with Paige mourning over me in my own bed every night. And as much as I wanted to help the pregnant girl, I couldn’t let Paige’s presence ruin the way I wanted to live my life.

Already we’d spent a month of her practically living in my room even though we weren’t together. Her belly was just getting bigger with each passing week and that wasn’t a problem likely to go away anytime soon. We hadn’t talked much about what Paige was actually going to DO with her situation. She’d simply started crying every time she started to really think about it; and I’d been forced to just hold her and comfort her until she calmed down.

But Paige couldn’t keep her head in the sand forever. That baby was growing; and continuing on with her life as if it wasn’t on its way wouldn’t help anybody. She would have to face reality. She would have to come to grips with her pregnancy and really decide what she was going to do with her life. And she was going to have to accept that I was dating another girl.

But I wasn’t going to drop all that on her right this second. Paige was still sobbing her heart out that I’d spent the night with Cadence and not spooning with her. So I pulled away and off the bed, jerking my thumb out the door. “I’m going to go take a shower and get changed. And when I come back, we’re going to talk, okay?”

Bleary-eyed, Paige bit her lip and whimpered, still crying in abject sorrow. But I sternly held my gaze on her until she nodded. And then I turned and went out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, I walked back in with my towel around my waist. I noticed that Paige had stopped crying by now and was just watching me dispassionately. I figured it might even cheer her up to watch me get dressed, so I went ahead and let the towel puddle to the floor as I bent and started pulling my clothes out of the dresser. Boxer shorts, jeans, and a comfortable polo shirt went on. And I briefly checked in the mirror to run my fingers through my slightly-damp hair, mussing it just right before I turned and hopped back onto the bed.

Like I’d hoped, Paige didn’t look so unhappy after watching me get dressed. There was even a naughty little smile as she glanced at my crotch, remembering the recent view. But she started to look nervous at the serious expression on my face.

“We need to talk, Paige,” I intoned. “We’re going to talk about your pregnancy, and really figure out what you’re going to do. I’m here for support, and I promise I always will be. But ultimately it’s your decision, understand?”

She took a deep breath, her lip quivering as she appeared on the verge of another breakdown. But she exhaled slowly and nodded.

I reached forward and took Paige’s hands, squeezing them reassuringly. “Then we’re going to talk about my relationship with Cadence. You and I are still friends; but she’s my girlfriend now, okay?”

Paige whimpered and winced, but nodded again.

Still holding Paige’s hands, we began.

“So how are things with the new girlfriend?” Dawn squeezed my hand as we walked together to our first class of the day. Today she was in her typical navy blue Cal baseball cap with her sunny blonde hair braided into the DJ-style pigtails. Her familiar zip-up hoodie and tight jeans finished her everyday college girl look. “You didn’t come by the apartment yesterday.”

I smiled and blushed. “We got a little sidetracked.”

“I’ll bet.” Dawn grinned knowingly. “But what I meant was: Is she making you happy?”

I arched an eyebrow and glanced over at my best friend. “Hmm?”

“I’m serious. Is Cadence making you happy? It’s been almost two weeks since Valentine’s. And more than five weeks since your first date. I want to know if this new girl is making my best friend happy.”

“Yeah,” I nodded and smiled. “Things are great.”

“Do tell...”

“She’s really sweet and bubbly and so much fun to be around. When we’re together, she’s such a ... well, a Princess. It’s kind of fun treating her like one. She’s into chivalry and all these romantic flourishes like holding doors and pulling out her chair. It was even worth the cost of dry cleaning to lay my coat down over a puddle, she was so happy. And it makes me feel like a Prince when I’m around her.”

Dawn giggled. “Strokes your male ego a bit, doesn’t it? Feeling like the handsome white knight?”

“You know me.”

Dawn nodded. “So when are you going to bring her by the apartment after classes to hang out with us?”

“Oh, I don’t know if we’ll ever get like that.” I shrugged. “She has her own friends and does her own thing most of the time. We just try to get together every other day or so, maybe spend the night together.”

“And how’s Paige taking those overnights?”

I sighed. “Not well. But she’s accepted them. Actually, Paige has taken to sleeping in Adrienne’s room rather than in the big, empty living room where she feels all alone.”

Dawn arched an eyebrow. “And how’s Adrienne taking that?”

I shrugged. “Doesn’t seem to mind. She looks at Paige like a little sister. Most of the time they’re not even fooling around. Paige just wants a comforting hug and Adrienne’s too tired from juggling so many different things. Felicia called me and gushed about how Adrienne’s modeling career really seems to be taking off. She thinks Adrienne has what it takes to jump from commercial modeling to being a real „image“ model, whatever that means.”

Dawn nodded. “Does that mean Adrienne’s been too busy to miss you?”

I blushed. “Not entirely. Adrienne and I DID get together a couple of days ago. It was more for her to blow off steam than the other way around. But believe me, Cadence and I are pretty spectacular in the sex department and she keeps me well satisfied.”

Dawn chuckled. “Not surprised. I don’t think you’ve ever NOT been spectacular in the sex department. With anyone.”

I grinned but sighed. “Maybe. But you know? Oddly enough, I feel like I’m missing out on the intimacy department.”

“Hmm?” Dawn arched her eyebrow curiously.

“Well, take this for example.” I held up my hand where Dawn had been holding me ever since I met her at her apartment. “Cadence almost never holds my hand. She just feels freer walking on her own, sometimes even skipping a bit.”

“Really?”

I nodded. “I told you I always thought of her as a butterfly. She still is: sweet and pretty and yet aloof and flighty. She’s not really a PDA person. She doesn’t want to kiss me in public or hug me or anything. I might get a peck on the cheek; but that’s it. It’s not her style. Well, unless we’re around the sorority. Then she’s all over me, showing off that she’s taken possession of the old sorority cock. Especially around Jocelyn. Joss doesn’t seem to mind that I’m taken now, but Cadence seems to want to rub it in her face.”

“Don’t go off on a tangent, Ben,” Dawn warned. “You were complaining about a lack of intimacy.”

I shrugged. “I dunno. I just got spoiled by you and Adrienne and Paige, I guess. You never left me wanting for hugs or little, tender caresses. It isn’t Cadence’s thing. And even in the sex department, we’re not all that tender or affectionate. I never told you this before, but while Cadence is all sweet and prim and even a little snooty in public, she turns into the most degraded, filthy, trash-talking slut in the bedroom.”

“Really?” Dawn turned and grinned at me. “Okay, gimme details.”

Old Ben habits reared to the surface. “You know I’m not the kind of guy to talk.”

Dawn pouted and flashed her own puppy-dog eyes at me. “But Ben ... this is me...”

She had a point. I chuckled and nodded, explaining, “Every other word out of her mouth is a swear word while we’re fucking. And she’s pretty nasty in general. She’ll fuck on any surface in the room. She’s really flexible and will let me bend her into any pretzel position I can think of. She can even tuck her own legs behind her own shoulders. Imagine THAT.”

Dawn’s eyes went wide as the image popped into her mind.

Still shaking my head in disbelief, I continued. “She really gets into ass-to-mouth. And,” I paused and blushed. “Uh, yesterday, she jacked me off until I spooged onto a bagel; and then she ate it right in front of me.”

Dawn’s eyebrows shot way up and she couldn’t help but smile and shake her head in mild disbelief. “Kinky ... Would never have thought that to look at her...”

I shook my head too. “Me, neither. Caught me totally by surprise after we’d gone through so many dates without even getting past first base. She wants to be a Royal Princess in public, with all the chivalrous opening doors and bringing her flowers at every date. And she even got me to sing ‘Once Upon A Dream’ to her.”

Dawn cracked up. “Don’t tell Adrienne about that one. I thought she staked claim to Sleeping Beauty.”

I smiled and continued, “Cadence is a Princess in public and a wanton slut behind closed doors. She’s even re-played ‘Barbie Girl’ on my computer, urging me to just take her and use her. THAT was a pretty wild four minutes.”

“Lady in the street and a freak in the bed: sounds perfect.” Dawn grinned.

I sighed forlornly. “Still, I miss those affectionate little caresses. And Cadence and I really don’t talk much, not seriously. She loves to chatter but she keeps flitting from one topic to the next. And...” I exhaled. “I dunno ... I just don’t feel as close to her as I want to be.”

“Why not?”

“Well for one, it seems like we never make love. Everything is wild, crazy, monkey sex.”

“So?”

“So...” I sighed. “I dunno. I thought I wanted to get back into a relationship because I missed the intimacy. YOU said I needed intimacy. If all I wanted was crazy-monkey-sex, I would have stayed single and kept banging Tri-Delts.”

“So you’re NOT happy,” Dawn sighed, squeezing my hand.

I frowned and stopped walking. “Wait, I didn’t say THAT.”

“Seems like you just did.”

“No, no. I’m blowing this all out of proportion. You asked me to hash out all the things that are missing so far, and it seems worse than it really is. Cadence and I are fine; we just have things to work on, that’s all. It’s still really early in the relationship, and these things always take a little time to go from lustful fucking to making love. Seriously, I know I can’t expect to feel as close to her as I do to you or Adrienne or to anyone else I’ve been friends with for years.”

Dawn nodded in understanding. “Okay ... If you say so ... Just keep in mind what you want to get out of this relationship, and make sure you and she are on the same page.” She sighed and then looked off, muttering a little more quietly, “Because if the two of you don’t agree on where things are going, then the relationship is just doomed to fail.”

“Holy fucking SHIT...” Cadence groaned, arching her back and holding her spine tense until my cock slid the final inch into her rectum, my thighs pressing firmly against her buttcheeks. Cadence had a gorgeous body to begin with. But bending her 5’11” frame over on all fours, naked, with a heart-shaped ass wiggling in my face and her big tits swaying gently, she was positively heart-stopping. I’d been on her from the instant she’d moaned, “Come sodomize your Barbie girl.”

“Whewww...” I exhaled, still gripping her big tits tightly in this doggy position, my chest resting against her back as we both absorbed the sensations emanating from our loins.

“You’re fucking bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with,” Cadence moaned. “It always feels like you’re shoving a fucking baseball bat up my ass.”

“And you’re still so fucking tight,” I gasped heatedly. And then re-setting my grip on her tits, I pulled back and began the slow pumping of our assfuck.

The beautiful strawberry-blonde babe hung her head down and rocked her entire body with each thrust, groaning gutturally and dropping four-letter curse words every other second. Eventually, she wanted to change positions and flopped onto her back, kicking her legs into the air in a big ‘V’ while inviting me forward. She took me in her hands and guided me back up her ass. She then hooked her legs over my shoulders and encouraged me to resume pounding her. And while I gripped her legs as leverage to saw my cock in and out of her stretched anus, she palmed her own big, round tits, getting them wet with her own pussy juices and then lifting the nipples so she could suck on them herself.

“FUCKKK!” she grunted after another few minutes of pounding. “I’m cumming! I’m fucking cumming with your cock up my ass!”

“Hrrkkk!” I grunted myself, ramming the short, rapid thrusts of my final countdown.

“Cum in me, baby! Slam that gorgeous dick up my slutty asshole and cum deep inside my nasty ass! I got something especially dirty for you today. Fill me up good! Fucking fill my ass with your sperm! Fill me! FILL ME! AAAUUGHH!!!”

I grunted and slammed forward hard enough to bend her legs back, her knees hitting her own shoulders as I folded my girlfriend beneath me and began spewing my load into her bowels. My whole body shuddered from the exertion and I actually drooled a bit onto Cadence’s tits while panting for air. And I felt the exquisite pleasure of my cum rocketing up my shaft to explode into the nether depths of this gorgeous Freshman teenager’s body.

“Ohhh, fuck!” Cadence grunted and clamped her sphincter down around my cock’s base, trapping it inside as she rode out the final tremors of her own orgasm. Her hips twitched spasmodically, her eyes closed. But eventually, she came to rest and then — displaying remarkable flexibility — she dropped her feet to either side of me, doing a full side-split with my slowly-shrinking dick still lodged in her rectum.

And then before I could catch my breath, Cadence pushed me off her and said, “Quick, hand me the cup of coffee.”

“Huh?” I looked at her in confusion. My girlfriend had spent last night in my room, falling asleep together after another round of crazy-monkey sex. We’d awoken this morning and I’d fetched us each a cup of coffee while we sat up and chatted in bed. But the coffee was long-forgotten once Cadence started getting frisky and murmuring in my ear about how she wanted me to fuck her ass since we hadn’t gotten around to it for a couple of days.

Now, my slightly crazy girlfriend pointed urgently at her coffee mug on the nightstand while keeping her hips rolled back and her legs spread to the sides. And then once I handed it to her, Cadence got an impish gleam in her brilliant green eyes as she shifted to the edge of the bed and parked her ass over it, reaching down with the half-full coffee mug and holding it directly beneath her lewdly stretched anus.

It didn’t take long. I watched in stunned disbelief as creamy globs of semen started plopping out of her asshole, splashing down into the coffee mug. I looked into Cadence’s eyes, seeing that self-satisfied twinkle in her eyes as she continued to clench her kegel muscles and squeeze more of my jism out of her own ass and into the mug. And when she figured she was done, she pulled the coffee up to her lips and took a healthy swig.

I wasn’t sure whether to feel disgusted or aroused. Yeah, she’d jacked me off onto a bagel that one time — and onto her salad another time — but those had been semen straight from the source. THIS one had come out of her own ass.

But my dick and dirty brain knew how to react. I looked down just as Cadence was finishing the last of her lukewarm coffee and noticed that I was rock hard. And when Cadence put down the mug, she noticed as well.

“Yum,” she hummed. “That looks tasty, too.”

Ten minutes later, my slutty, freaky girlfriend drank down a second load of cum, this one straight out of my dick.

Ten minutes after that, she was wearing one of my T-shirts and heading out the door to go into the bathroom, makeup kit in hand.

“Morning, A.D.,” she said brightly as she went in.

“Morning, Cadence,” Adrienne replied, letting her eyes yo-yo for a second up and down my girlfriend’s stacked body. Then she turned and looked out the door to me, where I was leaning against the doorjamb of my bedroom. Adrienne’s eyebrows went up as she smiled enigmatically at me.

I smiled back and then watched Cadence doll herself up with perfect makeup and expertly-styled hair. Thirty minutes later, she walked out of my bedroom dressed neatly in stylish clothes, looking for all the world like she’d just stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine.

Yep, lady in the street ... and an absolute freak in the bed.

“Do you want to meet up later?” I reached over to run my hand along Cadence’s waist as we hit the sidewalk and turned toward campus. On mornings when my girlfriend slept over, I would walk her to her first class and then rendezvous with Dawn later.

She felt my touch and skipped away, giving me a Cheshire smile once she was at a safer distance. She still didn’t really like me holding onto her. Heck, she didn’t really like spooning at night, either, complaining that she couldn’t sleep well with her movement restricted. “Ah, can we meet up again some other time? There’re some other things I want to take care of this afternoon.”

“Okay, okay. Sure.”

“Besides, I thought you were taking Paige to her doctor’s today.”

I nodded. “I am. I just meant after that. Maybe grab dinner or something.”

Cadence gave me that little smile again. “We JUST spent last night together, baby.”

“I know, I know,” I nodded, knowing better than to push things. Cadence still viewed our relationship as casually dating, not a serious commitment to spend all our time together just yet. She had her own things and her own routines. I supposed I should have been happy she made as much time for me as she did.

But I couldn’t help pouting momentarily and my beautiful girlfriend flitted right back to me, putting her hand to my cheek and giving me a quick peck on the lips. And then there was another one on my cheek. And then another on my forehead. I brightened immediately while she twirled away and then flashed me another radiant smile with both her eyes and her lips.

As long as she kept giving me those butterfly kisses, I could wait to let the relationship mature.

Paige was quiet when we got back to into the car after her pre-natal visit. She sat in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead like a zombie instead of putting on her seatbelt.

Realizing that she wasn’t quite ready, I didn’t even slot the key into the ignition. Instead, I turned to face the shell-shocked young girl. “You okay, Red?”

She bit her lip and her head tilted downward ever so slightly. Her hands came up and over her belly, now pronounced noticeably outwards as she was in her thirteenth week. “It’s really real.”

My eyebrows furrowed for a second as I tried to deduce what she meant. “The baby?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Because we heard the heartbeat for the first time?”

She nodded again.

I sighed and thought back to the rapid, pulsing sound. It almost didn’t sound human it was so fast and so faint. I had to admit to myself that it was really real. I reached a hand over and put it on hers. “Are you going to be able to deal with this?”

Paige shuddered and hung her head lower. “I don’t know,” she answered in a quiet voice.

Taking a deep breath, I squeezed her hand and said seriously, “Paige, I know we’ve talked about this before, and it IS getting a little late, but it’s not TOO late. You still have time—”

“I WON’T kill my baby!” she barked harshly and glared at me.

“Okay, okay.” I squeezed her hand. “But now it’s seriously decision time. There’s no hiding the bump anymore. Everyone’s already guessed that you’re pregnant. Half the people we know still think I’m the father.”

She sighed and looked at me apologetically. “I’m sorry. I never meant to put this on you.”

“Hey, it’s no problem. I know I can trust the people who are important to me.” I sighed. “But we need to start planning for the future. How are you going to tell your parents? When are you going to tell them? How is this going to affect your schoolwork? Your due date is early September. I don’t think you’re going to be able to go to classes next semester. And if you do want to return to school, who is going to take care of the baby? You seriously need to start working this out.”

Paige just started crying then, rubbing her belly and grimacing as if in unimaginable pain. “I just don’t know what to do!” she whimpered.

“I know, I know.” I squeezed her hand soothingly. “No one is expecting you to. You’re only nineteen.”

“Tell me what to do!” she pleaded, with big blue eyes turned up to me.

I sighed. “I’m only nineteen.”

We both went quiet for a long while, just staring out at nothing, trying to come to grips with the situation. I’m sure Paige had it worse, a baby three months old growing inside of her. But I found myself trying to figure out how to help her when I could barely handle the dramas of my own life without significant help.

I took a deep breath and then looked over at the scared, young girl. “Paige, I think it’s time you told your parents.”

“C’mon, Cadence,” I practically pleaded. I was leaving her dorm room for the night so we could let her roommate back in. I would go home and sleep in my own bed instead of staying overnight with her. Despite the privacy of me having my own room, I’d found that we were having sex more and more often at her place, ostensibly because it was more convenient for her. Really, I think she just liked the excuse so that she wouldn’t have to share a bed overnight.

And now that I was leaving, I was trying to figure out when I would get to see her the next time. “Sunday’s our anniversary.”

“Of what?”

“Uh, one month. You know, February 14 ... March 14...”

The pretty girl snorted. “So the one-month anniversary of the first night we fucked?”

“Well,” I blushed. “I sort of thought of it as the day we became boyfriend/girlfriend...”

She raised her eyebrows and put on a look of mock annoyance, planting her fists against her hips. “And what was I before I put out? Just another prospect?”

“What? No. I didn’t mean it like that,” I stammered defensively. Then I took a big, deep breath to calm myself and look plainly at her. “Fine, what date do YOU make as our anniversary?”

Cadence shrugged, the mock annoyance gone. “I don’t know. I never really paid much attention to anniversaries.”

“I thought all girls kept track of that stuff.”

“Guess I’m not like those girls,” she smiled wryly.

“Maybe not,” I smiled back. “But seriously, when will you want me to plan some grand date for our one-year anniversary? I’ll treat you like a princess, with a pumpkin carriage and glass slippers.”

Cadence giggled at the thought. “With magically-transformed mice into horses?”

“Absolutely. I promise.” I grinned, crossing my fingers in front of me.

She giggled again and then sighed. “Oh, I don’t know, Ben. To be perfectly honest, I never really thought about us still being together a year from now.”

My eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

She blinked in confusion, noticing the hurt in my voice. “What? We’re having fun, right? Were YOU seriously thinking about being together a year from now?”

“Well, the thought had crossed my mind,” I barked, the hurt tone still in my voice.

“You? Mister Playboy? A year?”

“I’m more than just a playboy. I’m serious about YOU!” I protested.

“Okay, okay,” Cadence held her hands up and averted her gaze, clearly not wanting to get into an argument. Actually, we NEVER got into an argument. We never had; not even once. It takes two to argue and she simply refused to do it. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

I sighed and tried to pull the anger out of my voice. “Okay. Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“It’s alright. Anyways, I can’t this Sunday, anniversary or not. The sorority is having that charity fundraiser for St. Jude’s. Didn’t Adrienne tell you?”

I shook my head. “She’s been gone this whole week for some new gig.”

Cadence frowned. “I wonder if she’ll even be there on Sunday. The officers have been talking about how many events she’s already missed.”

I sighed and nodded.

Cadence then stepped up to me, held my face in her hands, and gave me a slow, loving kiss. I enjoyed the simple pleasure and hummed happily. And when I pulled back, she fixed those brilliant green eyes on me and looked upon me adoringly. “Monday. I promise. Okay?”

I smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

It was late on Saturday night when my bedroom door opened. I’d been sitting up in bed, just casually waiting for Paige to return and snuggle up with me. At the moment, she was upstairs talking with Brandi. Sometimes the girl just needed to talk out her problems; and if nothing else, my older sister was a fantastic listener.

Anyways, I was surprised to see Adrienne slump against the doorknob, looking drop-dead gorgeous and completely exhausted at the same time. She was wearing a red dress that simply melted around her body, a one-shoulder piece that draped down from the left across her tits before attaching to the back along her right side. Her massive right breast was nearly exposed and I had no idea how it was held in position, probably the infamous modeling tape I’d heard about. And the silky dress must have had some sort of internal support structure — there was simply no other way to contain her 34Gs.

I whistled appreciatively. “Wow. You definitely didn’t own that when we were dating.”

Adrienne smiled tiredly and sauntered in. I scooted across the bed to make room for her as she sat down beside me and leaned back against the headboard. “Perks of the job. Every now and again I get to keep the clothes.”

“Might as well let you.” I smirked. “I don’t imagine there are many people on the planet with the figure to pull that one off anyways.”

Adrienne flashed me a proud smile and then put her hand to her forehead.

“Rough night?” I asked.

“It was alright, I guess,” Adrienne sighed. “Party downtown.”

I nodded. It wasn’t the first. “I’m surprised you’re home. Don’t you normally crash with Felicia on a night like this?”

Adrienne sighed. “Usually. But I didn’t feel like staying. Party was getting out of hand and I realized I needed to get out of there.”

“Why?”

“Oh, the usual. It starts off fun, with expensive champagne and lots of music and a TON of attention.” The stunningly gorgeous blonde turned to me with her elbow on an upraised knee, putting her forehead against her open palm. She flashed me a big smile and said, “You know me and attention.”

I grinned. I remembered the thrilled looks on Adrienne’s face at every dance or party we ever went to. She admitted she’d often craved the attention as a way of filling the emptiness inside her, and had needed it less ever since she started getting the love and support of my family and her friends. But she still enjoyed these parties just for the sake of being the center of attention.

Adrienne continued. “But like always, it devolves into slimy photographers and producers trying to get me drunk or drugged so they can sleep with me. Usually I can handle it and keep away, but there seemed to be extra pressure on me tonight. This one guy, Lucien, just wouldn’t take a hint. And when the snow bunnies went to work, I decided to just get out of there. I caught a cab back to Felicia’s place, picked up the Mustang, and came home.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Snow bunnies?”

Adrienne sighed. “Models and cocaine.”

“Ah.”

She shrugged like it was an every day occurrence. “Guys are all the same. You know every single guy at that party had either a photographer’s card or producer’s card. For all I know the guy’s actually an unemployed waiter, but he carries producer’s cards so he can try and work the same spiel. ‘Hey baby, if you sleep with me I can get you a great gig!’” Adrienne chuckled, but it was a weary laugh that started to edge towards crying at the end.

“Hey, hey...” I soothed, pulling her to me and wrapping my arm around Adrienne’s shoulders. “It’s alright. It’s alright.”

She sighed. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m doing the right thing. I mean: is this what I really want? It’s fun and all. I love the shoots and I love the clothes and I love feeling so ... so ... beautiful.”

“You ARE.”

“But I don’t know if I can handle all of this other shit. I mean, if I really have to start fucking people to make a career of this, then I say FUCK modeling. I’ve got other things I can do with my life.”

“You can, you can,” I soothed. “Lookit me. I’m just a student.”

Adrienne sighed. “You’re a GOOD student. You’re a shoo-in for that Undergraduate Business Program you’ve been gunning for. I’m just barely getting by.”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Yes, it is.” Adrienne tilted her head into the crook of my neck. “I can’t keep this up, Tiger. I can’t deal with this modeling thing AND school.”

“And the sorority,” I added. “Cadence told me about the fundraiser.”

“Oh, shit,” Adrienne smacked her head. “I totally forgot,” she whined, sounding even worse than before.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. That hadn’t been the best time to remind her, and now I’d undone my work of the last few minutes trying to calm her down.

“I don’t know how Felicia did it, juggling her career and UCLA at the same time,” Adrienne sighed.

“I do. Felicia didn’t work nearly as much as you do,” I sighed, remembering my old conversations with the beautiful, older brunette. “She didn’t go full-time until after she graduated. You seem to be gone a lot more than that.”

“The jobs keep coming,” Adrienne sighed. “It’s great money.”

“You don’t need the money,” I encouraged.

“But I LIKE it!” she whined and then snuggled into me a little deeper.

I didn’t answer, except to pat her arm gently. On impulse, I turned and kissed the side of her head.

She sighed contentedly and then pushed her face into my neck. I glanced down at her to see her looking up at me with those big hazel eyes. And then a little smile crossed her face. “Hi, Tiger,” she said as if she’d just come into the room.

I arched an eyebrow. “Uh, hi, A.D.”

Reaching over with one hand, she started walking her fingers up my chest until she hooked the fingertips into the collar of my T-shirt. Biting her lip, she glanced at my chest before looking up at me again. And she said, “You know the stupid thing?”

“What?”

“I actually get turned on by those slimy producers,” she exhaled. Her eyes went to my chest again before flicking upwards. “They look at me with such ... intensity. I can see them undressing me with their eyes and it gives me such a ... a... power rush. It’s like I’m back on the football field in a skimpy cheerleading outfit, thinking about the hundreds of people in the stands wishing they could fuck me. You know what I mean?”

I grinned wryly. “Uh, nope. I don’t know what you mean.”

Adrienne giggled and then sat up straight, looking at me from a foot away. “I’m not attracted to those producer guys in the slightest. Having them look at me arouses me, but the only people I want to fuck at those parties are the other models. I have, sometimes. A lot of those girls swing both ways.”

I noticed a new tightness in my pajama pants, imagining Adrienne in a dress like this red one, seducing some of the most beautiful women in the world.

I wasn’t the only one to notice. Adrienne smiled enigmatically as she moved her right hand down and brushed over my bulge. “I’m horny now, Tiger. I’ve been horny all night. I wouldn’t trust myself with those people, but I trust you. I need you,” she husked. “Can you help me tonight?”

I smiled as her hand slipped beneath my waistband, her fingers circling around Big Ben. I leaned in and pecked her lips before pulling back and saying sincerely, “Forever and always.”

As gorgeous as Adrienne looked in that red dress, I couldn’t wait to peel it off of her. I was right about the tape. Without that invisible adhesion, her right boob would have fallen out a long time ago. As it was, I was the only one to get to see her naked breasts in all their glory tonight, as well as get my hands on them.

We were in no hurry. I found the side-zipper and then pulled the single strap off her shoulder, dropping the upper-half of her dress to her waist. I slid my hands up to cup her massive melons. And then she molded herself against me, seeking out my lips for our trademark slow-burn kiss.

That set the tone. We simply kissed for a long while, rolling around my bed mashing our lips and caressing each other’s bodies. She pulled my T-shirt off so we could feel our chests pressed together. And our tongues delved into every possible square millimeter of each other’s mouth.

But eventually, Adrienne gave in to her horniness and pushed me onto my back, with my head and shoulders elevated on a couple of pillows. She knelt on the bed and stripped down a red thong, tossing it off the edge of my bed before bending over and dragging my pajamas and shorts away.

While she was down there, the blonde bombshell took a few licks of my prick, but quickly moved up to straddle me. The hem of her dress was tight enough that it rode up her thighs while she spread her legs to the side, but it still obscured the sight of her holding my cock upright and sinking herself down onto it. No matter, I could certainly feel it just fine.

“Ohhh...” Adrienne sighed rapturously, letting her head fall back as she crooned her satisfaction to the ceiling. “It’s been WAY too long...”

And then we made love.

With Adrienne’s red dress bunched around her waist, I had a momentary flashback to the first time Cadence and I had sex. Then, the reason for not undressing was that neither Cadence nor I could wait to get to the fucking. And then we’d rutted like animals until finally achieving climactic release.

This time, there had been no rush. Adrienne hadn’t completely removed the dress simply because we didn’t need to, even though we’d certainly had time if we were so inclined. In fact, everything about this encounter felt less hurried, less frantic, and more sensual.

It felt ... more intimate.

Adrienne only solidified that feeling by pulling my head between her tits and then tilting my face up so that she could kiss me. We continued our slow-burn kiss while she undulated on top of my prick, moving to give herself pleasure while simultaneously pleasuring me quite well all the same. Mentally, I chuckled to myself. It was ironic that it was Adrienne of all people that I was sharing this slow, intimate dance with, given our wild and crazy beginnings. Even while we were dating, we very rarely shared this measured, deliberate lovemaking. But tonight we did, and in the end, she held me close and stared right into my eyes as our mutual orgasms swept through us.

Adrienne and I had both experienced better orgasms. But only on special occasions had we felt this special connection while doing it. And that made all the difference in the world.

We weren’t done yet. We’d shared our beautiful reunion fuck, but Adrienne and I were no longer a romantic couple. She was an adoptive sister, a friend, and above all else, a very beautiful and very horny girl. And she wanted to get LAID.

So she perked up and grinned at me, saying, “Okay, enough with the mushy stuff. Let’s FUCK!”

I smiled and twitched my semi-hard cock inside her now sodden pussy, flooded with the results of both our orgasms. “Working on it,” I grunted.

Adrienne just gave me a lopsided grin, moving up to push my face between her massive tits and let me motorboat on them while she slapped the fleshy globes against my cheeks. Then she hopped off and slid down the bed to slurp my soaked member into her mouth, rapidly reviving me for a brand new round.

This time, Adrienne let me pull off her red dress. But she took one look at the expensive garment as I tossed it onto the floor, complaining, “We’ve wrinkled it! Now I’ll have to get it dry cleaned.”

I grinned and reached for her. “Send me the bill. In fact, I’d be happy to pay for your dry cleaning on every single dress I get to take off your fantastic body.”

She giggled, “Deal.” And then she whooped as I suddenly grabbed her shoulders and threw her around.

Adrienne was not a small girl by any means. But flexing my muscles, I manhandled her with relative ease until I’d put her onto all fours, jerking her limbs left and right and lifting her midsection until she was in the position I wanted. I stared, nearly drooling, at the sight of her perfect ass, with winking rosebud and dripping wet pussy beneath.

With a solid grip on her hips, I rammed my pelvis forward and re-buried my cock into Adrienne’s cunt with a single lunge. She arched her spine, threw her blonde head back, and howled, “Aaaaaaghh!”

And then we FUCKED.

In, out, in, out, my cock sawed through her clenching cunt with ease, lubricated by an abundance of sexual fluids. My pelvis impacted against her buttcheeks with meaty slapping sounds; and about two minutes into my rough pounding of Adrienne’s compliant body, the sounds gave me a fresh idea.

[thwack!]

“Gah!” Adrienne gasped and threw her head back in surprise.

[thwack!]

“Unngh,” Adrienne moaned and dropped her head back down when she realized I was spanking her.

[THWACK]

“Unngh!!!” she groaned even harder, and her pussy clamped down around me, tightening up the friction.

[THWACK-THWACK-THWACK]

“Oh, shit,” she groaned, her hips trembling on the verge of orgasm.

[THWACK-THWACK-THWACK]

“Oh, shit, Tiger. Hit me ... hit me...”

[THWACK!]

“Ohh!”

[THWACK!]

“OHH!”

[THWACK!]

“OH-OHHH!!!”

Without her expecting it, I suddenly shifted. And if I’d been on the other side of her body, I would have seen Adrienne’s eyes fly WIDE open and her face light up in surprise. “OH-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

I felt Adrienne’s entire body quake in orgasm right when my cock invaded her asshole. I’d been plenty lubricated by her pussy fluids, and her ass was so reddened that she didn’t even notice me prying her buttcheeks apart for my entry. She’d been on the precipice of climax to begin with and the sudden penetration of her anus sent her over the edge.

“Fuck, BEN!” Adrienne screamed.

I grinned when I realized she’d called me ‘Ben’ in the middle of sex for the first time in a long time. But I didn’t slow down my invasion.

“Arrrrghhhh!!!” she groaned and twitched and grunted until I was balls deep up her asshole, my pelvis pressed tightly to her buttcheeks.

And then we FUCKED some more.

[THWACK!]

“Shit!”

[THWACK!]

“Shit-SHIT!”

[THWACK!]

“Motherfucking-SHIT!”

[THWACK!-THWACK!]

“Holy-URK!”

If Adrienne had been surprised that I was spanking her, she was even more surprised when my left hand clamped around her mouth, the index finger raised up to also block her nostrils. She couldn’t breathe for a second and instinctively panicked, bucking at me like a bronco and clamping her sphincter around my invading cock.

I didn’t let go of her mouth for a couple of seconds, letting her thrash about. But then I released her, letting her gasp for oxygen while I pushed down between her shoulder blades so that her arms buckled and she collapsed onto the bed.

“Oh, FUCK, Tiger,” Adrienne panted, twisting her body to the side. That presented her right tit off the bed and I eagerly reached out to grab it, squeezing the heavy meat in my palm and pinching the erect little nipple, looking so small against the expanse of titflesh. My left hand stayed on her hip, giving me the leverage to continue reaming out her anal chute. And with a maniacally devious grin, I continued fucking Adrienne’s ass in wild abandon.

“Fuck me...” she crooned. “Fuck my ass...”

[THWACK!] My left hand let fly to spank her in response.

“Mm ... take me ... use me ... abuse me whenever you want. I love you, Tiger ... I trust you, Ben...”

[THWACK!]

“Ohhh-FUCK! I’m cumming! I’m cumming with your cock up my ass and your handprints all over me. Fuck, Tiger! I’m fucking cumming!”

[THWACK!]

“Oh, hit me! Harder!”

[THWACK!]

“One more! I’m cumming!”

[THWACK!!!]

“OHHHHHHHHH!!!” Adrienne moaned.

“Unnngghhh,” I grunted.

And then we both came to a stop as the deluge poured out of me, spewing white hot lava into the depths of this stunningly gorgeous blonde’s anal depths. Her jaw quivered and her eyes fluttered, her mental vision turned inwards to imagine the pulsing jets bathing her bowels with sticky cream.

“Ohhhh!!!” a third voice chimed in, gasping cutely in the throes of orgasm. Adrienne and I both darted our eyes to the desk to find that Paige was sitting in the chair, a hand shoved down her own pajama pants as she brought herself to a self-inflicted climax. And when the petite redhead had finished as well, she sheepishly looked over at us with an apologetic, but satisfied, smile.

Adrienne just chuckled. And then she rolled forward onto her stomach, slowly extracting my cock from her distended anus. “Ahhh...” she sighed tiredly.

We were all quiet for a few long seconds. But once Adrienne had recovered her breath, she turned her head back to look at Paige. “C’mon, little one. Let’s hop in the shower and clean off our man. And then what do you say all three of us cuddle up in my bed tonight? We’ll change out Ben’s sheets tomorrow.”

Paige smiled brightly and I grinned. Sounded like a good plan.

The three of us slept wonderfully together, and I woke up to find my morning erection imbedded down somebody’s throat.

Adrienne smiled around a mouthful of my cock and then proceeded to blow me until I filled her belly with my spending. Paige stripped naked and jilled off while watching, but knowing I wouldn’t approve, she never made a move to touch me.

It all worked out though, because Adrienne had no such moral difficulties and the two girls rolled into a sixty-nine after Paige used her tongue to scrape all my cum off the inner walls of Adrienne’s mouth.

Then Adrienne cleaned up and went to her sorority fundraiser. Paige hooked up with Brandi, who took her shopping for bigger maternity clothes. And now sexually sated, I had a clear head as I finalized my belated anniversary date with Cadence.

I was going all out on this one to really treat my girlfriend like a Princess: Formal dinner in San Francisco. An exquisite tiara rented from a Prom shop. And even a horse-drawn carriage ride through Golden Gate park. The horses wouldn’t be magically-transformed mice, but we can’t have everything we want. I was going to show her I was committed to our relationship and that I had great hopes for a long and happy future together.

“You ready for this?” I held Paige’s shoulders in my hands, looking down at her reassuringly.

She took a deep breath, looked down, and patted her belly, now quite obvious as she started her fifteenth week of pregnancy. There was no way anyone could possibly NOT notice that the petite redhead was with child. Paige looked up at me and blanched. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready for this.”

“You’ll be fine. You’re a strong girl.”

“No, I’m not,” she whined. “I have no idea what I’m doing and I haven’t had any idea what I’ve been doing ever since I got here.”

I took a deep breath and squeezed her shoulders. “Just know that no matter what happens, I’ll be right back here in another week. Okay?” I gestured around where Brandi, Dayna, and Adrienne were right behind me. The Mustang was already packed. Adrienne was sticking around for the Spring Break week to do another modeling shoot and catch up on schoolwork. But Brandi and I were heading home for Keira McNeil’s wedding that very afternoon, and Adrienne was going to drop us off at Oakland airport so we could make it back in time.

“Right back here,” I repeated.

“I wish you could come with me. I’m going to be so scared to face them.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry.” I couldn’t imagine how difficult it would actually be for Paige to tell her parents she was pregnant.

“You won’t be alone,” Adrienne added. “I’ll be back in less than an hour, and me and Dawn will be right there with you when your parents get here.”

Paige nodded and then just pushed herself into my arms for a hug. I held her tightly and even scooped her up off her feet. And before I’d realized it, she lifted her head and pecked me on the lips. “I love you, Ben.”

I nodded. “I know.” She smiled at that and then I set her back down.

“If this goes bad, you’ll never get rid of me.” Paige looked up at me again.

“Bzzt, bzzt.” I mimed a bee buzzing around me and rolled my eyes before breaking into a smile. Paige smiled as well and then stepped back. And then at last, Adrienne, Brandi, and I hopped into the car.

The girls waved to us as Adrienne started the ignition, and we pulled out of the driveway.

I worried about Paige for the entire trip home.

Keira McNeil was more beautiful this afternoon than the day I first made love to her. She’d done a great job of losing her baby weight and looked trim and happy in a gorgeous white wedding gown. It didn’t hurt that her sizeable tits were bigger than I’d ever seen as she was still nursing little Colin; and the dress was cut to show off those nice assets. Her pale green eyes glistened with moisture as she fought not to cry happy tears. Her dark brown hair glowed in the sunlight reflecting off the ocean. And you couldn’t ask for better weather here in Laguna Beach.

It was inevitable that I would visualize what Keira looked like naked. After all, (A) I was a horny, teenaged male who wondered what every girl looked like naked. But (B), I could still remember the sight of her reclining across her bed, beckoning me to her and asking me to give her a baby. I could still picture her on all fours, bent over the couch’s backrest, looking over her shoulder at me and begging, ‘Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me hard!’

But I shook those images from my head. I’d been sixteen when we were really carrying on our affair, almost four years ago. It had been an eternity ago, and we were both very different people now. She was moving into the middle years of her life, focusing on starting her new family. I was in a vastly different point in my life, still slogging through college, yet to even begin my career. We were worlds apart and simply didn’t belong together.

So I mentally thanked Keira for everything that she’d given me. And then I let her go. She had her own life to live with a new husband and the baby she’d always wanted. And I had my own future waiting for me back in Berkeley.

On Sunday, I found myself lounging around the family room, idly flipping channels. The March Madness NCAA Basketball Tournament was still going on, but since USC, UCLA, and Cal had ALL missed out, I didn’t really care much. Stanford had been a #1 seed, but I was happy to see they’d been upset by Alabama the day before.

I was still flipping channels when the twins came down. Emma unceremoniously dragged me away from my comfortable spot in one of the couch corners, plopping me into the center cushion of the 3-seater sofa. Then one twin cuddled up on each side of me, using me as a backrest while draping their legs over the armrests in either direction.

Eden promptly swiped the remote control out of my hand and went looking for her own shows. I really didn’t mind as I found myself lost in thought over the two very pretty young girls leaning against me. The times had changed. Eden and Emma were fourteen, in High School, with nice tits and great asses and all those things that come with being a beautiful teenager. But for the first time in a long while, the vibes I got from them were from years and years past. These weren’t horny teenage girls wanting to explore their sexuality with me. These were just ... the twins, my baby sisters.

I felt no urge to let my hands drift down their chests to cop a feel. Neither twin made any move to grope me, either. We just sat there, watching TV, enjoying the familiar and comfortable presence of a loved one. It was like the twins were 10-years-old again. I imagined that if I whipped out the latest Grand Theft Auto, the girls would squeal for me to steal a pink car for them.

Right in that moment, I could scarcely believe all the sexual things the girls and I had done in the past couple of years. It seemed like another person, not me, who had french-kissed the twins and fondled their naked breasts and let them swallow his cum. Either that or it was really me and they were different young teenagers, not really my little sisters. I just couldn’t reconcile the acts that had taken place and the brotherly affection I felt for them right now.

The feelings confused me. After all, my brotherly affection had never interfered with me fucking Brandi’s and Brooke’s brains out. But after a few seconds of thought, I realized that I put those two sisters in a completely different category from the twins. Maybe it was the age gap. Maybe it was because Eden and Emma were just the babies of the family. Whatever it was, there was something about the twins that put them in a class of their own.

I thought about the future, and how my life was changing as I grew up. Lately, I’d been distracted by the dramas of my butterfly and my bee, developing this new relationship with Cadence and trying to figure out how best to support Paige. But when I expanded my thoughts beyond them, I realized just how OLD I was getting.

In a few months, Brandi would be graduating and moving on with her career and life beyond the core family. That meant in two more years, I would be doing the same. Already we were both in college, living 500 miles away from Orange County and from our parents. In another few months, Brooke would be arriving, having already gotten her admission to Cal as well. The three of us had this college life in common, or close enough to it. We were in a category of our own.

The twins, however, were at a completely different point in their lives. They were just barely in High School and had three more years of growing up to do. I had already seen how much the last two years of my High School career had changed me. My thoughts drifted back to Keira getting married yesterday. I had come to the realization that we were worlds apart, and that we simply didn’t belong together. Now, I realized that the twins and I were worlds apart as well. And as I realized that, I also realized that I was NOT the right person to take their virginities.

I didn’t regret the things we’d already done. The girls had been curious and naïve. And as uncomfortable as it made me at times, I was much happier knowing the 13 and now 14-year-olds had explored their budding sexuality with me. I was safe. I loved them. And of course, the physical pleasure was pretty nice as well.

But that was then. This was now. The girls had grown up some and had their own experiences with boys. I wanted them to be safe, but they still had to try and fail and learn and grow, the same way Brandi and Brooke had during their teenage years. It wouldn’t do for them to be fixated on me, especially since I wasn’t around.

And that was the main point: I wasn’t around. Yeah, Brooke was two years younger than me. But after I took her virginity, I was still around her every day and night to satisfy her urges and teach her and protect her and generally BE a big brother. If I also took the twins’ virginities, I wouldn’t be around for them. The simple fact was, once a girl started having sex, she’d want to continue. If I fucked them and went back to Berkeley, the twins would have no choice but to turn to their classmates and the people around them, whether they were ready to deal with those kinds of boys and men or not. And my ego added that if I gave the twins the greatest possible sexual experiences, everything else with fumbling High Schoolers would be a letdown. I just couldn’t do it to them.

My mind came back to the real world as I blinked and looked down at the tops of the twins’ heads. The girls were still zoned out to the television, oblivious to the thoughts racing through my head. I tightened my arms, hugging them a little more firmly.

Eden noticed and looked up at me. “What’s up?”

I smiled back and leaned in to peck her forehead affectionately. “Nothing. Just thinking about how much I love you two.”

Both twins giggled and then snuggled deeper into my embrace. But again, there was nothing sexual about their movements. There were no indications that they might want to retire to a bedroom and practice kissing or giving each other oral pleasure. Whether consciously or not, it seemed that they’d also decided that they and I would be affectionate siblings, and nothing more.

That was fine with me.

It felt like I’d made a momentous decision. I wanted to share it, and I knew exactly who I had to tell. Patting the girls’ shoulders, I said, “Let me up.”

Without questioning why, the girls simply sat up to let me scoot out away from them. Once I was gone, they turned themselves around and backed into the corners, letting their legs drape across each other’s. Their eyes were on the TV, big brother already forgotten. I smiled and turned away to look for Mom.

I found her in the living room, actually. She was chatting with Brandi about school and about her future plans. Both women looked up when I entered and Mom read the seriousness in my expression first. “What is it?”

“Uh, I don’t want to interrupt.”

“No, it’s fine. We’re just chatting.” Mom looked to Brandi for confirmation, and my sister just nodded seriously. It seemed both of them knew what I had to say was more than just a casual comment.

I took a deep breath to collect myself and glanced at Brandi, taking an extra half-second to decide that I didn’t mind if she was here for this. I took a seat on the couch next to Mom and looked right at her. “I know we had some talks about the twins and their, ah, development.”

Mom nodded and Brandi arched an eyebrow at the topic.

I took another deep breath and stated while shaking my head, “I am NOT going to have sex with the twins, even when they turn fifteen.”

Now Mom arched her eyebrow and she looked at Brandi while taking a deep breath of her own. Then she glanced back at me. “I see.”

Mom could tell that I had more to say, and very deliberately, I spelled out all the thoughts I’d just been thinking about on the couch, ranging from my belief that the twins and I were just worlds apart to how I wouldn’t be around for them in the aftermath if I DID go through with it. I explained that I didn’t regret a thing that I’d done with Brandi or Brooke, but that things were just very different with Eden and Emma. My narrative was a little disjointed as thoughts came back to me and I realized I’d zig-zagged around the logical progression of things. But I got my point across and in the end, both women were nodding in agreement with me.

“Aren’t you worried what will happen to them on their own?” Mom asked me when I was finally done.

I sighed and nodded. “Of course. I’m their big brother and I love them. But ... Brandi managed to work it out on her own, and she turned out alright.”

Brandi blushed and looked down in mild embarrassment.

“Besides, I think the twins have a good foundation. They’ve learned a lot — both of the positives and the potential negatives — from all of us older kids, including Adrienne. Brooke’s still around as an enforcer for a few more months at least. And I’m pretty sure you won’t have anything to worry about until next winter when the twins turn fifteen.”

Mom grinned. “We are NOT telling them about this little conversation. If I could convince them that they still need to wait for you until they’re eighteen, I would.”

Brandi and I chuckled. “You don’t want me to tell them?” I asked.

Mom shook her head. “No. I’m going to do whatever I can to keep them virginal and pure for as long as I can. Oh, I know they’ll need to learn eventually. But I’ve got the right to err on the side of caution.”

I sighed. “They’ll be disappointed though, next winter. I’m not sure they’ll really understand. I don’t want them to feel rejected or to hate me for it.”

Mom shrugged. “If it makes you feel any better, I never would have let you do it anyways.”

My head jerked back and I arched an eyebrow. “What?”

Mom grinned mischievously. “I never intended to let you sleep with the twins, Benjamin, for the exact same reasons you just laid out.”

“You didn’t?”

She shook her head. “But you realized it on your own, that it was the right thing to do. I’m very proud of you.”

My mouth gaped. I was still surprised at her declaration. “But if you were never going to let me, why did you let ME think I was going to do it?”

She shrugged. “Same reason I’m not telling the girls yet. Having that carrot out there helped keep all THREE of you in line. Like I said, I’m a Mom. I’ll do whatever I can to keep them pure and virginal for as long as I can. If we’re lucky, the girls will grow out of their infatuation with you by that time and it will all be a moot point.”

There was no mistaking the devious grin on Mom’s face. Brandi and I turned, looked at each other, and rolled our eyes. Then I looked back to Mom and sighed. “Fine. But if they don’t and the twins want to come skin me alive for making them wait and then not following through, I’m going to point them at YOU.”

“We’ll see...” Mom smiled. “We’ll see.”

I didn’t give the whole thing much further thought after that. It seemed that Mom was on the right track that the twins were growing out of their infatuation with me as they didn’t pursue me for physical pleasures at all that week. We did, however, share a lot of fun brother-sister time just chatting and loafing around the house. To my surprise, the twins had taken to playing on their Nintendo GameCube after they’d gotten home from school and finished with their homework. I got roped into playing Mario Party with them. And somehow they always got me to pick the pink go-karts or characters.

Brandi and I also did the sibling-bonding thing during the weekdays while our parents were at work and our sisters were at school, since the local district had a different spring break from Cal. Brandi was facing her rather permanent move out of Southern California as she’d already landed a job in San Francisco. And she seemed on a mission to visit all the landmarks she’d miss down south, like the Getty Center, Griffith Observatory, and Pink’s Hot Dog stand.

And of course, Brooke and I did our own version of sibling-bonding, the kind that involved my dick inside her tight pussy. With her own graduation and relocation up north fast approaching, she had no serious boyfriend and she’d been looking forward to this week for some time.

But after a pleasant week spent with family, I headed back to school...

... And back to my butterfly and bee dramas.

It was already evening when Adrienne pulled the Mustang back into the old familiar driveway, and I was quickly out the door and hustling around to the trunk. I grabbed both Brandi’s and my suitcases, trundled around to the front of the house, and went up the steps onto the porch.

The door opened before I got to it and Dawn stepped out, quickly hopping up to me and giving me a welcoming hug. “Hey, you.”

“Hey,” I replied warmly, hugging her back. But as happy as I was to see Dawn, my mind was on two other girls who were very important to me. “Is Paige back yet?”

Dawn looked at me sadly, holding my gaze for a moment before she blinked and shook her head. “No. No word. Not even a phone call since her parents came to get her.”

I winced at the memory. Dawn had called me on Sunday, after Keira’s wedding, to give me the recap. Paige’s parents at first didn’t realize she was pregnant, Paige’s mom even joking about her eating too much junk food. But deciding to get everything out then and there while she still had backup, Paige informed her parents that she’d gotten knocked up.

Dawn’s and Adrienne’s presence or not, the parents proceeded to verbally lash their daughter right there on the sidewalk until she was a sobbing mess. They caused such a scene that one passing bystander actually interposed himself between Paige and her outraged father, ordering the older man to back off.

Paige’s father just screamed that she was his daughter and he had the right to do whatever he wanted to her. Then Paige’s parents dragged her into their car and peeled out so fast they actually burned rubber. I wished I had been there for support, but Dawn assured me that my presence would have only made things worse.

In the here and now, I squeezed Dawn tightly and then took a deep breath. I told her I was heading out to see Cadence, and reminded Dawn to call me as soon as she had word from Paige. Then I headed back out and started walking to my girlfriend’s dorm a few blocks away.

I had absolutely no idea what I was walking into.

As concerned as I was for the Paige situation, I was in a happy mood as I rode the elevator up to Cadence’s floor. I could barely tolerate the two or three day gaps in seeing my girlfriend for the past couple of months as it was. Spending this last week without her had been an absolute torment, with only the phone keeping us in touch during the absence. Like everything, her style of chatting with me was more tease than content. She seemed to detest the phone even more than I did, and our cell conversations during the past week had all been quite short. As always, she left me craving more.

So I excitedly stepped off the elevator and briskly walked down to Cadence’s room. I’d told her my flight schedule so she knew about when I would be coming to her room. And I was expecting a happy reunion with open arms and maybe even a welcome back fuck. Our going away fuck had certainly been mind-blowing.

But as I passed the dorm lounge, a familiar face caught my eye. It was Peggy, Cadence’s roommate; and she was sitting on the couch with a textbook in her hands. She looked up when I came to an abrupt halt and gave her a little wave hello. She blanched and almost nervously returned the wave. And then her eyes swept over to the bedroom door.

There was a red ribbon around Cadence’s doorknob. At first, a sense of dread washed over me. Why would Cadence have put the red ribbon on the doorknob if I wasn’t in there with her? Bile rose up my throat and anger crept into my brain before my better judgment caught up with me.

Well of course. Cadence knew I was coming home and she was preparing my welcome for me. Our anniversary date, with the carriage ride and all, had gone so well that maybe she was planning something REALLY special for me now. I bet she’d pre-emptively kicked Peggy out of the room and was likely waiting for me clad in some slinky lingerie designed to get me hard and out of my clothes as fast as possible. And with my burgeoning erection leading the way, I strutted up to the door.

“Motherfucking-shit! Fuck me! Oh, fuck me!”

My hand froze halfway to the doorknob. My jaw dropped and my heart thudded into my stomach as I heard the cries floating through the door.

“Pound me! Pound me!” Cadence cried through the door. “Shove that thick cock up my slutty asshole! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

My eyes went wide. FUCK!

My arms tensed and I balled up my fists, readying myself to fucking BREAK down the FUCKING DOOR. But just as I reached up to start pounding, all the fight left my body and I felt like crumpling to the floor. Moisture formed in the corners of my eyes and a sense of anguish washed away the red anger in my mind. Why? WHY?

Feeling numb, I turned away from the door, away from the sounds of sex and away from HER. Staggering slightly, I headed right into the dorm lounge and moved beside Peggy, dropping my ass onto the couch while staring at the far wall.

“I’m sorry,” Peggy said softly.

Blinking, I asked while still staring at the wall, “How long have they been in there?”

“A half-hour. Maybe a little longer.”

My mind raced. I calculated the timing. Cadence HAD to know that I was coming. She’d even emailed me back to confirm my flight schedule. That meant she’d PLANNED for me to arrive right as she was fucking this guy. And at that realization, I did start crying and buried my face in my hands. “FUCK!”

Peggy was quiet, but I was sure she was watching me. I just tried to keep calm for a couple of minutes, but then I picked my face up out of my hands and looked over at her. “Do you know the guy?”

Peggy shook her head in the negative.

“She been with him before?” I asked.

“I don’t know. This is definitely the first time she’s brought anyone but you here, though,” Peggy said with a shrug, as if that piece of news would somehow help.

I sighed and then put my head down. We were both silent for a few minutes. Peggy just sort of sat there next to me, unable to return to her textbook and unable to just walk away from me. But eventually I turned and looked at her. “I’m going to stay here and wait for them. You don’t have to stick around here if you don’t want to.”

She was visibly nervous and glanced at the door and then back to me. “You sure?”

I nodded.

“Sorry,” Peggy apologized as if this whole thing were somehow her fault. She scooped up her book and bag and then almost raced out of the lounge, desperate to get the hell away from this situation. I hoped that this would somehow improve Peggy’s relationship with her own boyfriend. At least, then, something good would come of it.

And then I settled in to wait.

It actually didn’t take very long. I knew Cadence and I had some marathon sessions together, but twenty minutes later, the door opened and a tall, well-built guy came out fully dressed. Cadence was behind him, apparently wearing just a robe over her naked body. He turned to kiss her lips but she presented her cheek to him instead. And then he stood and said hesitantly, “I’ll call you sometime?”

“Sure,” Cadence shrugged noncommittally. Her eyes immediately darted over to me when she realized I was in the lounge. And then she almost pushed the guy out the door.

Obediently, he left and headed down the hall toward the elevators, shaking his head and muttering, “Crazy bitch.”

When he passed, I stood and headed to the door. Cadence looked at me with a curious expression, and then she tightened the robe around herself while going back into the room, running her right hand through her strawberry-blonde hair. I followed her inside and then closed the door behind me. My nose crinkled at the obvious smell of sex.

Cadence flopped onto the bed and sat upright. The robe parted slightly at her chest, revealing the deep cleavage of her 36D’s. She sighed and looked up at me, asking, “What are you doing here?”

I blinked and folded my arms across my chest, leaning against the wall. “I was coming to see my girlfriend after the Spring Break.”

She pursed her lips and looked away for a moment, then turned to face me. “How long were you out there?”

“Long enough.”

“And you stuck around?”

“I wanted to talk.”

Cadence sighed, tilting her head back and looking for the entire world as if she’d rather do ANYTHING but talk. I wasn’t too surprised. Deep conversations were NOT my butterfly’s forte. “Do we really have to?” she whined.

“I think we should.”

“I cheated on you. You hate me. We break up. Isn’t that how this is supposed to work?”

“Is that what you want to happen?”

She turned her head and then looked back at me. “Yes,” she stated firmly.

I arched an eyebrow. “You don’t want to talk about this and hope that maybe I’ll forgive you?”

“What?” Cadence looked shocked. “No, I don’t want your forgiveness! I want out! That’s why I seduced that guy. That’s why I timed it for when I knew you were coming.” She stopped and rolled her eyes in obvious annoyance. “I wanted you to catch us so I wouldn’t have to fucking DEAL with this conversation!”

Just then my cell phone went off. I sighed and without looking, reached down and pressed the END button.

I folded my arms again and asked, “Why? Why did you want to break up?”

“Because this isn’t working, Ben. Because what you want and what I want aren’t the same thing. And because I thought this relationship would be fun!”

“Wasn’t it?”

“Most of the time,” she conceded. “But then we had these moments where you pulled shit like you’re pulling right now. You want to talk and you want to discuss our future and blah, blah, blah. It’s so boring! It’s not FUN!”

“And was that guy fun?” I pointed out the door. “Do you want HIM now instead of me?”

“Him? Eww, no! He was disposable,” Cadence flipped her hand. “I’ll never talk to him again. He didn’t mean anything to me.”

“So what? You used him? To hurt me?”

Cadence shrugged. “It’s worked before. Clearly I underestimated your feelings for me.” She shook her head. “And why is that? Huh? Just WHY do you have such strong feelings for me? What the fuck did I ever do that made you think we had a future?”

My cell phone went off again. This time, I held down the END button until the fucking thing powered off.

“Why couldn’t I think of a future with you?” I scowled. “Isn’t that why people get together?”

“No!” Cadence looked at me like I’d asked her if she wanted to eat live cockroaches. “I wanted a boyfriend, not a fucking husband! I wanted a reliable man who would open doors for me and treat me nice and fuck the ever-living-shit out of me whenever the hell I wanted! I wanted a date who would take me out to dinner and pull out my chair and then take me home and blast a load of hot cum up my ass! I wanted a steady source of dick, and you’re the best around!”

I chewed on that and glanced back at her. “Then ... then ... why weren’t we just fucking from the first date?”

“I don’t know! Why weren’t we?” Cadence glared. “Gawd, maybe that should have been my sign. I should have realized you were a romantic when you were playing it slow instead of jumping my bones like you did every other girl you met.”

“I’M a romantic? What’s with all that Princess crap?”

“A girl likes to be treated nice out in public, okay? That doesn’t mean I want to cuddle and get all mushy and talk about my feelings.” She spat the word “feelings” as if it were the most disgustingly filthy curse word she could imagine.

“But if you just wanted to have fun, why were YOU waiting?”

“Because I don’t make a move until YOU show me that you want me. I just don’t. Except for that first time I asked you out — because I REALLY wanted to hook up with you — I’m not the kind of girl to initiate contact. What kind of Princess has to pursue a Prince?”

“You didn’t pursue...” I waved my hand in the general direction of the door. “... him?” I questioned.

“Of course not.” Cadence rolled her eyes again. “He’s been after me for weeks. Yeah, I flirted with him and I teased him. And HE had the fucking balls to ask if he could come into the room with me the first chance he got.”

“Fucking hell...” I stared at her with a fury in my eyes. The S-word was on the tip of my tongue, but I was loathe to call anyone a slut, even her.

She recognized the foul expression on my face. Getting defensive, she growled. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m no slut. I turn down 99% of the guys that proposition me. But I turn down 100% of the guys that DON’T, and it’s not my fault it took you weeks to get down to business.”

Still with the slut concept at the front of my head, I growled. “And how many of that 1% you DO accept happened since we got together?”

Her eyes flashed dangerously. “Before him? Zero. I was completely faithful to you up until today.” Then Cadence’s eyes dropped to slits and she sneered at me as she asked, “What about you?”

I snarled and looked away. I knew damn well I’d fucked both Adrienne and Brooke since getting serious with Cadence. While they didn’t “count” to me, I wasn’t entirely sure my girlfriend would have seen things that way. I started to compose a response, but Cadence beat me to it.

“Look, I don’t really care who you had on the side, be it Adrienne or even more than her,” Cadence sighed. “You never left me wanting, and that’s all that mattered. But right now, I just don’t want to waste any more time. This is already WAY more drama than I want to deal with, and there’s always another guy.”

I shook my head at how casually Cadence was dismissing our relationship. “Fucking butterflies...”

“Huh?”

“Nevermind,” I sighed.

“What do you want from me, Ben?”

“I wanted a girlfriend, alright? If I just wanted to get laid, I could’ve just kept banging all your sorority sisters,” I griped, holding my forehead.

Cadence exhaled, dropping her chin into her hands. She looked as if this were the absolute worst torture she could imagine, trapped and having to TALK to me. “Sorry I’m not what you expected,” she drawled, not really sounding sorry.

But then a second later, she fixed those green eyes on me and stared at me seriously. “Look, when we first started, I didn’t know you wanted any deep commitments. I just wanted to have a good time and based on what I knew of you, seeing you flirt with all the other Tri-Delts, I thought that you were of the same mind.” She took a deep breath, this time looking truly apologetic. “I’m sorry. I should have realized it when you brought me to meet your friends on Valentine’s Day. I was just too excited to notice, I guess. I was hot and horny and really tired of waiting so long for you to make a move. And when you finally did, the sex was just so amazing that I forgot about everything else.”

Her candor and open honesty for once did wonders for calming me down. This was the most serious I’d ever seen Cadence, and I couldn’t help but remember all our naughty, nasty sex sessions. And unable to stop myself from smiling, I arched an eyebrow and drawled, “The sex was great, wasn’t it?”

She sighed. “I’m going to miss it. But sex alone won’t save us. Not when we want different things.”

“I want the intimacy and affection of a relationship,” I sighed.

“And I don’t. That’s our problem. And that’s why we can’t stay together.”

I nodded and turned to lean my back against the wall, tilting my head until I was staring at the ceiling. “There, was that so hard? Just talking to me? You didn’t have to debase yourself by fucking some random guy.”

Cadence chuckled and flashed me an impish grin. “But I LIKE fucking...”

“Still. This would have hurt less,” I growled. I still couldn’t get the vision of my girlfriend getting plowed by a random stranger out of my head. My hands balled into fists and I had to exhale slowly to keep myself calm.

“I’m sorry.” She shrugged. “Maybe next time.” I looked up to see that her whole posture had improved. She seemed to realize that our conversation was coming to an end and she wouldn’t have to deal with me and my emotions anymore. Like a true butterfly, she was already off to land the next flower.

I shook my head and cursed myself for being so stupid. Dawn had warned me that we were doomed to fail if we didn’t get on the same page. But I’d been blinded by a pretty face and great tits and never really paid attention to all the warning signs. I’d failed once with Adrienne, not realizing that we didn’t want the same things in our future. Now I’d done it again with Cadence.

What was this with me attracting girls who didn’t want to settle down? Maybe it was my own fault. Being the man-slut that I was, perhaps all the “nice” girls ran screaming the other way whenever I came around. No way would any of them want to put up with my wildly promiscuous ways. I’d made my own bed, playing around with the entire Tri-Delt sorority, and I had to sleep in it.

Cadence wasn’t going to change, and for me to waste any more time trying to make her was pointless. So shaking my head, I stood up straight and took a deep breath. I fixed the sleeves of my sweater as I looked wearily at my now ex-girlfriend. “Fine. You’re free. We’re broken up,” I sighed. “You take care, Cadence.”

She measured me and nodded. “You too, Ben.”

I walked out the door, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to will the visions of Cadence and the other guy out of my head.

But the harder I tried, the more they stayed lodged in my brain.

I needed to PUNCH something.

I was quite morose and pissed off as I staggered up the steps to the house. I was also in pain, having attempted to knock down the wall in the lobby of Cadence’s dorm.

Wall 1, Ben 0. Fucking felt like I’d fractured my hand.

I went into the house to find the living room empty. I turned to head into my bedroom, but someone must have heard my steps on the hardwood because Adrienne’s door flung open and there was Dawn, glaring at me with a very pissed off expression on her face. “Where the FUCK have you been?” she squawked.

“At Cadence’s. You fucking KNOW that!” I barked right back, not in the mood. But I regretted the anger in my voice and softened, looking back at Dawn’s face. “What’s going on?”

“I’ve been frantically trying to get a hold of you. Your cell phone is off or something.” Dawn pushed the door wider open, to show Adrienne, Brandi, and Paige sitting on Adrienne’s bed. Paige was sobbing and the other two were trying to comfort her.

“While you were busy getting laid, WE were dealing with this,” Dawn jabbed her finger at Paige.

“I wasn’t getting laid,” I spat back, too exhausted to try and argue with her right now. And I realized that now was not the time to argue anyways. So I pushed past Dawn and went into the room.

Paige looked up at me as I came in and just started crying even harder. She put her head down while the girls rubbed her back. The petite redhead was whimpering constantly, mumbling mostly. The only words I could make out were, “I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what to do!”

“Paige, Paige...” I said soothingly, shoving my own anger aside. It was actually good that there was some new crisis for me to focus on; it made me stop dwelling on Cadence. I reached my hand out to her and asked, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Paige looked up me, her eyes dull and her face ashen. She reached out and took my hand in hers, crying, “My parents kicked me out.”

Ah, hell.

Already emotionally wrung-out from the whole thing with Cadence, I simply sank down onto the bed and hung my head downward. Paige squeezed my hand and continued whimpering. Then she spilled the story for me.

“They were livid, of course, when they came to pick me up. They drove me straight to the church and we went in to see our priest. Then they kept me there almost the rest of the night, asking me questions over and over again until they were convinced I had told them everything.”

Paige took a deep breath and I managed to look at her, squeezing her hand.

Her eyes apologetic, she continued. “They don’t know much about you. I told them you were my boyfriend freshman year but we broke up. I told them you weren’t involved. They were more concerned with what was going on last semester.”

I shrugged and nodded. Her parents being mad at me wasn’t something I was worried about.

Paige sighed and looked at the other girls. They’d already heard this part, but being able to retell it had focused her narrative. “My parents know everything: the drugs, the sleeping around. They couldn’t believe that I didn’t even know who the father was. My dad was ready to excommunicate me right then and there.”

Paige grimaced and bent over, looking ready to start crying again. I squeezed her hand and said, “You don’t have to tell me everything. Maybe we should just get things calmed down right now. The girls can fill me in later.”

But Paige shook her head and looked stubbornly at me. I knew the look. When my little firecracker got something in her head, nothing would stop her. “I had to do some penance, saying prayers and things like that. My parents brought me home and then promptly locked me down. I couldn’t leave the house for any reason. We didn’t even celebrate my birthday. I turned 20 last Tuesday. Did you know that?”

She turned forlornly to Adrienne, who just pursed her lips and nodded. Adrienne was good about remembering people’s birthdays.

Paige sighed. “For the whole week, they gave me only bread and water — probably not the greatest diet for the baby. They made me pray or do these stupid rituals almost constantly. And then they did their best to show me the error of my ways and remind me how much I’d disappointed them. Like I didn’t know that already.”

She sighed and I just kept squeezing her hand, waiting until she’d talked it all out.

After a few moments to catch her breath, Paige looked at me and whimpered. She looked ready to cry again, her mouth a hard line with her lips pressed inwards. “Apparently I didn’t show them enough contrition. Never mind that I’ve already spent months beating myself up over it and I’m too tired of second-guessing myself.” She bit her lip and looked to the ceiling. “They never talked to me about what to do with the baby. I don’t know if they discussed any plans themselves. Nothing was talked about what to do in the future. It was only about the mistakes I’d made in the past and how they never should have let me leave home to go to college.”

Brandi and Adrienne were still rubbing Paige’s back and arms. They had tensed up, and based on their cues, I got the impression Paige’s story was coming to a close.

My little redhead took a deep breath and then looked at me. She was surprisingly calm at this moment, as if she’d accepted what happened. Or maybe it hurt so much that she was still in shock. Either way, her voice was clear and strong as she sat up straight and stated, “I had no idea what was going to happen when my parents drove me back to school. I was surprised they hadn’t talked to me about what to do with the baby at all. Frankly, I’d thought they wouldn’t even let me come BACK. But they drove me to Berkeley and dropped me off outside the dorm. Mom stayed in the car and Dad came around to pull my bag out of the trunk.”

Paige took a deep breath. I realized that everyone else seemed to be holding theirs in as well.

“He looked at me strangely and said, ‘You are no longer our daughter. We will cancel your credit cards and you are not welcome in our home. You have obviously chosen to take this sinful path in your life, and we will leave you to it. What you do from now on is up to you.’ And then he got back in the car and peeled away from the curb.”

I blinked in absolute shock. She’d told me way in the beginning that her parents had kicked her out. But it still felt like I’d gotten kicked in the gut when Paige finally laid it out.

My male problem-solving instincts went to work. Perhaps it would have been better to be emotionally supportive. But then again, maybe Paige had been getting enough of that from the girls so far. I blinked a few times and then looked up, asking, “Is your tuition paid off through the end of the semester at least?”

Paige nodded and glanced at Brandi before returning to me. “I’m fine financially, for now at least. I got a full-ride, remember? Tuition, room, and board. Even medical. As long as I keep my grades up.”

I didn’t remember. I’d known Paige had some scholarships, and that she was a smart girl. But a full-ride? “Wow,” I breathed.

“So I won’t lose my dorm room,” Paige said carefully. “But, ah ... I mean, I know I said I wouldn’t be staying here long. But, I—”

“You can stay here as long as you need. I won’t ever kick you out,” I said firmly. Only then did I look to my roommates for confirmation. Neither of them looked like they were going to disagree. Even Dawn was nodding her head.

Paige nodded and looked at her hands. Now that she’d told her story ... twice ... she seemed remarkably calm. Resigned, but calm. There was no imminent danger of losing a roof over her head or having to drop out of school. There was, of course, the impending arrival of a baby. But now with her parents no longer an option for support, maybe I could still talk Paige into an abortion. Or at the very least, adoption. She was in no condition to raise a child.

I’d been ruminating on these things for a few seconds, still holding Paige’s hand but staring off into space. It was Dawn’s urgent, “Ben!” that roused me, as I looked over to see that Paige’s eyes were fluttering and she was on the verge of passing out. Oops, she hadn’t been calm and resigned. She’d been in shock. And as her emotional reserves of energy were leaving her, she was toppling forward right at me.

Quickly I scooped my arms and caught her. Then without thinking about it, I lifted Paige like a little child and brought her into my lap. Her legs were on either side of me. Her arms were over my shoulders. And her head was pillowed on my shoulder.

“Hmm...” the little redhead whimpered and wrapped herself more tightly around my body.

Without a word to the girls, I pivoted and then stood up off the bed, still holding Paige in my arms. I walked out of Adrienne’s bedroom, straight across into mine. A few seconds later, I gently lay the little redhead down in my bed before turning and kicking off my own shoes and uncomfortable jeans. She pulled off her own jeans as well before tucking herself beneath the covers, shivering slightly at the cold touch. Then I slipped in beside her, cuddling the young, frightened girl against me and giving her my body’s warmth. I slowly talked to her, giving her soothing words about how I was there to help her. And eventually, we both fell asleep.

The pain didn’t go away in my sleep. Once I was out, my subconscious took over and kept me tossing and turning fitfully, never quite enough to wake me up but not letting me really rest, either.

I kept running through every conversation I’d ever had with Cadence. I kept seeing all the clues I’d missed: clues that she never wanted a permanent, romantic commitment. And I mentally thrashed myself over how stupid I’d been and the mistakes I’d made.

And I wasn’t the only one tossing and turning. Paige was having a rough night of her own, no doubt trying to cope with the idea that her parents had disowned her and that she was all alone in the world. It’s a frightening thing for a young girl who’d grown up very sheltered, to suddenly find herself tossed out into the real world. I couldn’t imagine what was going through her head that night.

At some point, my tossing and Paige’s tossing woke us both up. It was the darkest part of night, but there was enough illumination from clocks and the moon that we could see each other’s eyes as we turned to each other. And for a few seconds, we both calmed down seeing the face of someone special, someone who truly cared about us.

I was feeling abandoned by Cadence. While I wouldn’t have said I’d fallen in love with her, I’d put a part of my heart into our relationship and a lot of my hopes for the near future at least. I was feeling lonely and angry. I wanted to lash out at something and wanted to feel good at the same time. I am a sexual creature, and drowning myself in a sea of orgasmic bliss was always an option I looked for in moments like this.

Paige was feeling abandoned by her parents. She was tired and scared and alone. She was looking for comfort and love, in any form. And in me she saw a possibility for happiness. Wouldn’t it be wonderful for her if the only man who had ever stepped up to defend her came to love her again? Wouldn’t it be wonderful if she could once again be with the only man who had ever been a protective, considerate boyfriend? And how wonderful would it be if her greatest love married her and raised her child with her, sheltering and providing for her and her baby. She wouldn’t have to be alone ever again. And she could be happy for all eternity.

Of course, I knew what was I was thinking at the time. I wouldn’t find out what Paige was thinking for another day. But it didn’t matter. In that moment, we both wanted the same thing. I reached out to hold her cheeks in my hands, tilted my head, and closed my eyes as I puckered up. Paige trembled with excitement and eagerly met my lips, her eyes wide open for the few seconds as our mouths molded together. And then she whimpered in surprised elation before closing her eyes and giving herself over to the passion of our kiss.

From that point on, there wasn’t much more thought from either of us. It was sometime after 3am. We were both physically and emotionally exhausted. ‘Thinking’ just wasn’t part of what happened next. We simply moved.

We’d both fallen asleep in the T-shirts we’d been wearing the previous day, plus our underwear. Maintaining our liplock, I rolled us over so that I was on top. And then we started to pull off our clothing. Paige and I broke our kisses long enough for me to drag her T-shirt up over her face, up her arms, and then to leave it somewhere above the pillows. She reached behind herself to unsnap her bra, and then I snaked a hand up and underneath the loosened cup to fondle one of her pert 32B’s. All the while I ground my crotch against her hip bone. And our tongues dueled together inside of and between our mouths.

Paige’s hands then tugged at my boxer shorts, jerking at them hurriedly. I pulled away long enough to drag them down my ass, not even quite to my knees, but low enough to free my cock and balls. For a brief second I thought about taking the time to fully undress, but the urgent need to be inside her was too great. So reaching down, I pulled the crotch of her panties to the side, slotted my dick, and started pushing.

Paige tore her mouth away and grunted when my battering ram parted her tight pussy lips. She was wet, but not that wet, and her vaginal lips were no longer used to opening. She strained and groaned, spreading her legs to the sides to help. I lowered my chest onto hers, feeling her bra cups against my chest just beneath her neck. And I gripped her hips for leverage to continue pressing my thick member deep inside her moistening canal.

The petite redhead groaned as I sank in inch by inch. Her fingers bunched up my T-shirt, slowly dragging it up my back without trying to take it off. And eventually she raised her legs around my hips, crossing her ankles behind me and yanking inward, helping me force my way through her extremely tight tunnel.

“Oh, God, Ben!” Paige moaned right into my ear before licking the lobe. “Deeper ... deeper...”

“Ughhhh...” I groaned, pushing with desperate urgency. At last, I felt my pelvic bone mash up against hers and I collapsed onto her petite body, panting for oxygen after realizing that I’d been holding my breath.

“Mmm ... So good inside me...” Paige moaned.

Those would be the last coherent words either of us spoke until the very, very end. Like I said, ‘thinking’ wasn’t a big part of what we were doing. And all we could muster from that point on were the grunts and groans of two young people fucking in the middle of the night.

“Gahhh ... Nnggaaahh...” Paige groaned as I started pumping in and out of her tight snatch. Her voice was breathy as she let her head fall back and let the rest of her body relax. She wasn’t quite a limp fish beneath me, but she was certainly content to let me do most of the fucking work.

“Unnnghh ... Hhuunnghhh...” I grunted with the exertion of thrusting myself through her clenching cunt, feeling her vaginal walls resisting me on the way in and then gripping me on the way out.

“Mmm ... hmmm...” Paige moaned as she moved her lips to my shoulder, tugging my T-shirt away from my neck and nibbling on the flesh she’d exposed while clutching my back as if her life depended on it.

“Ohhh ... Nnnghhooo...” I groaned as I felt her clamping her pussy around me even more, trying to match my rhythm by loosening to allow my entry and then holding me tightly as I withdrew. My hands scooped beneath her shoulder blades and held her still while I levered my torso up with my elbows so I wouldn’t keep crushing her.

“Ugghhh...” Paige groaned when I changed the motion, keeping my dick fully embedded inside her and gyrating my hips to carve my meat pole along the walls of her cunt to slowly stretch her out while also setting off all her inner nerves. But that only lasted for a minute or two before her heels tug into my ass and she jerked down on my shoulders, collapsing my chest onto hers once again. She then began to undulate her hips, fucking back at me to get the in and out motion she so desperately craved.

“Oh, fffuhhh...” I began, unable to complete the word as I gave myself over to the ecstasy. I’d been trying to watch her face, to show Paige the love and care I felt for her with my eyes. But now I just let my forehead burrow against the pillow and closed my eyes as I concentrated on driving myself through her tight pussy, feeling the exquisite pleasure shooting up my dick.

Our fucking had all been instinct. Neither of us really thought about what we were doing. This close to 3am, neither of us was really awake enough to think, period. And now our instincts driving us to find the ultimate pleasure were driving us to fuck harder and faster and deeper than before. Paige repeatedly flexed her legs, pulling her ass off the mattress and fucking herself against my invading prick as if I were a stationary sex apparatus. I kept my eyes closed and my head down as I rammed myself rhythmically, feeling like I was on one of those rowing machines in reverse as I drove my entire body forward forcefully before retreating back to do it again. And soon we were racing to our climaxes.

Thankfully, Paige beat me to it. I wasn’t thinking clearly but I would have regretted it if I somehow finished before her. Her petite body was dwarfed beneath me, but she was fucking back at me just as hard as I was fucking her. Careless for the jostling the baby in her belly had to be feeling, she flung her hips at me with abandon and started wailing out as her orgasm approached. “AAHHH! AAHHH! AAHHH!!!”

“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted right with her, fucking her so hard that tears started squeezing out from under my eyelids.

“AHH! AHH! AHH!” she chanted, her voice getting higher pitched as she sped up as well.

“UGH-UGH-UGH-UGH!” I followed right along, my hips flying as my cock pistoned in and out of her body at an uncontrollable speed.

And then she was there. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Paige screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body, an explosion of relief and pleasure that detonated deep inside her core and radiated outward until it seemed that her limbs were jerking from electric shock.

She actually threw off my rhythm when she came, jerking so violently that my cock was almost dislodged from her convulsively clenching cunt. But so close to my own orgasm, I gritted my teeth and moved my hands down to her hips, pinning them in place while I thrust frantically into her spasming snatch, desperate to cum as well.

Paige was just winding down when I finished. I gave three last herky-jerky thrusts before burying myself to the hilt inside her pussy. My cockhead banged against her cervical wall, tightly closed and sealed to prevent my entry. And then that cervical wall was bathed by hot, sticky jism as I started pouring out my frustrations, desires, and love in a seemingly endless stream of cum.

“ARRRGHHH!!!” I grunted as I came, my body jerking spastically with my cock as the epicenter. My back was arched and my hands gripped Paige’s hips so tightly I nearly bruised her. But she didn’t cry out against the pain. Already sated herself, she simply slid a hand beneath my T-shirt and stroked my spine soothingly, moaning pleasantly into my ear as I poured out my pleasure into her warm, willing body.

I collapsed again on top of her chest. The petite girl was barely a hundred pounds, but she supported me without complaint and kept rubbing my back while humming with deep satisfaction. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, holding me deep inside her. And my cock slowly softened inside her now saturated pussy while the two of us cooled down from our nocturnal act.

“I love you, Ben,” Paige whispered softly, clutching my shoulders even more tightly and pulling my heavy weight even more firmly onto her.

“I know,” I replied and nuzzled her neck. “I love you, too.”