An Ordinary College Sex Life

BEN

“Good morning, Ben.”

“Dawn!” I exclaimed in surprise. My gorgeous best friend had clearly just woken up and just as clearly spent the night here. Her sunny blonde hair was clipped into a loose ponytail. The blouse she was wearing was the same as yesterday. And she seemed to be going without a bra, her nipples hardening beneath the sheer fabric. “Still here?”

She nodded with a smug grin. “Spent the night with Adrienne.”

I arched an eyebrow and glanced appraisingly at the gorgeous blonde just a few feet behind Dawn. My mind immediately was filled with scandalously naughty thoughts of Dawn and Adrienne, getting naked and rolling around my old bed sucking on tits and munching pussies. My brain even filled in the boom-chicka-wow-wow music. “Wish I was there,” I joked.

“Wish you were too,” Dawn sighed, sounding serious.

My eyebrow arched again as I wondered whether to take her words at face value.

“Anyways,” she began, before I could really decide. “I wanted to tell you something. Got kind of lost in the shuffle with everything that happened last night.”

There was a quiet seriousness in Dawn’s voice, so I nodded and put down my spoon. My cereal wasn’t going anywhere. “Sure.”

She took a deep breath. “Ben, we’ve been frien—”

“Hey, loverboy!” Paige cut her off as she twirled in from the kitchen. Before I realized it, my randy redheaded lover had vaulted into my lap, squirming her naked crotch against my shorts and doing her best to shove her tongue down my throat. I groaned into the kiss and happily pawed away at her nubile body. After our incredibly wonderful lovemaking last night, I could only start imagining even more.

But a second later, I realized that we’d interrupted Dawn, and I pried Paige off me. “Later, later, Red,” I said soothingly. I looked over at Dawn, who was already walking past us and into the kitchen. “Hey, what was it?”

Dawn didn’t look back as she tossed a hand over her shoulder. “Nothing important.”

“No, seriously.” I looked into the kitchen where Dawn was already greeting Brandi and hunting for a bowl.

“Ah, just a bit of news,” Dawn said while glancing back through the doorway. “Did you hear Bert and Robin broke up?”

I blinked twice. “Really? I thought they were getting things worked out.”

Dawn sighed and came back out of the kitchen, an empty bowl and a spoon in hand. She shook her head and looked away from me. “No. They went on a trip together down to San Luis Obispo and to tour Hearst Castle. Hoped to find the magic again. But when they got back, Robin told Gwen and Gwen told me that they were done.”

“Ouch.”

Dawn shrugged. “It was the Swingers Party that really killed them. They were in a rut and thought that sleeping with other people might put some spice back. But instead it just was the final nail in the coffin. Made them both want to experience new things and new people.”

I winced. “Sex always changes people...”

Dawn nodded. “They both tried to be mature about the relationship and make things work; it’s why they lasted this long. But Robin said she kept fantasizing about other guys while she was with Bert and apparently, Bert was doing the same thing.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Bert fantasizing about you?”

Dawn shrugged and looked down. “Yeah. Sometimes. I don’t mind. He’s a good enough friend that we’re not awkward about it. It’s nothing serious. Not like he has a crush on me. I get the impression he’s had a few fantasies ever since he MET me. So it’s no big deal.” And with that, Dawn bit her lip and went into the kitchen to retrieve the bowl of cereal.

Adrienne flashed me a strange look, and then headed in right after Dawn.

Paige pulled up next to me, sliding her hand on top of mine. “You never fucked my ass last night, Ben,” she purred into my ear, licking the lobe immediately after. “You KNOW how much I love it there. Whaddaya say? You wanna play hooky today with me and go back to your bedroom?”

I grinned. Sounded like a good plan. But just as I started envisioning pretty Paige bent over on all fours, shoving her butt out at me and whispering blasphemies, my mind shifted back about ten seconds. Dawn had a weird look in her eyes as she turned back into the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.

Then Paige was sliding up against me, pushing my bowl away with one hand. “C’mon, Ben. My hormones have started going crazy as I get into the second trimester. And my nipples are REALLY sensitive. If we’re staying home today, we can eat later.”

There was a promise and a husky need in Paige’s voice. And with a little smile, I let her pull me to my feet and back into my bedroom.

To my credit, I had tried to slow Paige down by telling her that we needed to talk about this before taking things any further. But stubborn girl that she was, she pointedly ignored any of my protests before jerking my shorts down and trying to suck my cock. I even tried to put my hands against her shoulders and head to keep her at bay, but she batted my hands aside and just kept coming. I didn’t have the fortitude to use any more force against such a small girl, and a pregnant one at that. And once she got her lips wrapped around my shaft, I knew I was a goner.

There were no more protests by the time Paige moved up and sat on my prick, cooing as the shaft ascended upward into her vaginal canal. And for perhaps the first time, she looked like a young woman about my age instead of a little girl.

Paige’s dark auburn hair was loose and flowing over her shoulders, framing a pretty face with elfin, but mature features. She looked like a professional seductress wearing my dress shirt, unbuttoned from throat to tails. And I was fascinated to see the curvature of her three-and-a-half month pregnant belly protruding out just above our joining.

But in a mild panic, I looked up at her and asked, “We’re not ... hurting ... ah, the baby ... are we?”

Paige giggled and shook her head. “No silly. She’s well insulated with lots of padding and shock absorption. The doctor said sex would be good for me. I just haven’t been getting it lately.”

I blinked a couple of times. “She?”

Paige nodded. “It’s a girl. I just know it.”

Biting my lip while she rode me slowly, I sighed, “I just can’t help the thought that there’s some little human being in there, with undeveloped eyes watching my dickhead zooming right up to its face and then backing away.”

“You KNOW my cervix is closed, Ben.” Paige rolled her eyes. Then she leaned over to my nightstand, pulled open the drawer, and pulled out a familiar tube of KY. “Besides, if it really bugs you, getting my pussy fucked wasn’t exactly what I had in mind right now.”

The pregnant little nympho smiled impishly and then proceeded to reach back and lube herself up while continuing to fuck me. Five minutes later, she was on all fours, grunting as my cock burrowed deeper and deeper into her extremely tight asshole.

“Fuck me, lover,” Paige crooned. “Take my ass ... I’m your slutty, sinful bitch! Cornhole the hell out of me and then blast me full of scalding hot cum!”

“Oh, god,” I couldn’t help but groan as her words egged me on. I held onto her womanly hips, and then slammed the last two inches into her rectum in a single thrust, jerking her body forward.

“Unngh!” Paige grunted and then clenched down with her anal muscles, trapping me momentarily while she absorbed the sensations of my cock fully embedded inside her nether hole.

“Oh, Paige...” I whimpered.

“Fuck me...” she crooned. “Fuck me...”

“Oh, Paige...”

“Fuck me, Ben. I missed this so much ... I missed YOU so much. Fuck me, lover. Pound me. Sodomize me. Blast my nasty ass full of your spunk!”

“Unngh!” I grunted as I rammed my cock in and out of her ass a little harder.

“Brimstone and Hellfire! Fuck!” Paige squealed and rammed her hips back at me. “This is so naughty! So sinful! I’m fucking pregnant and my lover is ramming his dick up my ass! Fuck me, Ben! Never stop fucking me! I’ll be your slut forever! I’m your sinful, lustful slut! Fuck me! Anytime you ever want for the rest of our lives just fuck me! Grab me and throw me down and I’ll willingly spread my legs for you! Shove it in my ass! Cream inside my pussy! I don’t care! Fuck me, lover! I’m yours for all time!”

“Arrrghhh!” I grunted, at the edge of climax. I was gripping Paige’s hips and pounding her with an uncontrollable fury. Her anal sphincter was stretched as wide as it could possibly go, and she’d put enough jelly in there so that there was minimal friction.

“FUCK ME!” Paige howled. “FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

“ARRRGHH!” I howled with her, ramming my pelvis forward one final time and holding it there. My cock was buried to full depth up her ass and I let fly with a massive load of spunk, filling up her bowels with jet after jet of creamy jism.

“Oh, GOD!!!” Paige screamed as she felt the hot splatters against her bowels. She’d waited for my orgasm, and only now did she throw her head back and scream to the heavens, “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

We trembled and shook on top of the bed for a full minute together, me squirting out the last gobs of cum into Paige’s asshole while she quivered in the aftershocks of her climax. But no matter how much Paige may have wanted to collapse after that, some maternal instinct prevented her knees from buckling and dropping her onto her stomach.

Instead, she held on until I extracted myself out of her asshole and then reached over for the baby wipes. And only then did Paige roll onto her side and pant for oxygen while tenderly cradling her swollen belly.

Seeing her do that brought me crashing back to Earth quite quickly after the heavenly (or is that hellish?) pleasures we’d both just felt. The simple fact was: I’d told myself that Paige and I wouldn’t resume a sexual relationship; that I was here to be her friend and support in this time of need. I loved her, but like a little sister. And no matter what else she meant to me, I just didn’t have that romantic chemistry with her that she may have wanted.

Closing my eyes, I realized that I’d let my dick lead me on ... again. Last night, I’d given into my lust and need for comfort after getting dumped by Cadence. That one time, I might have forgiven myself. But now, after having had the chance to think about it, I’d let myself be seduced again.

“Paige, we need to talk about this,” I said quietly.

She didn’t answer me for a long time, her back turned to me as she lay on her side still cradling her belly.

“Paige...” I said softly again, briefly wondering if she’d passed out or fallen asleep.

Just when I was about to reach out and touch her, she rolled over to me, a sheen of moisture in her eyes and a world of sadness on her face. She pleaded with me with just her eyes, big doe eyes just the way Eden and Emma always looked at me when they wanted me on their side. And without a word, she reached out to my now-cleaned off cock, took it in her small hands, and bent over, suckling me back into her mouth.

“Mm!” I jerked at her warm, wet touch. Possessed of its own mind, my dick started stirring in anticipation of a second round, if not third or fourth or whatever. But I gently put my hand to her cheek and tried to direct her off me. “Paige, seriously. We need to talk about this.”

“But I love you...” she whimpered and resumed sucking.

“I know,” I sighed, continuing to try and direct her off.

“And you said you loved me...”

I grimaced and averted my eyes. Of all the things we’d done last night, I hadn’t forgotten that part. “Yeah...” I began slowly. “About that...”

Paige abruptly stopped sucking, her eyes rolling up to mine. I’d stopped trying to pry her off my dick, but she didn’t continue trying to give me the blowjob.

After another second, though, a tear rolled down her cheek and she pulled off my cock. And she gave me the most heartbreaking puppy-dog look I’d ever seen, my baby sisters included. “Please, Ben? I swear to God we’ll talk when we’re both done. But I’m not ready for this to end just yet. Please let me do this. Please, let US do this. And when we’ve both had our fill, when we’re both too tired to continue, I promise we can talk all you want.”

I blinked a few times, just processing everything she was saying. Paige decided to help along my decision process by bending over and slowly bobbing her head up and down my growing prick, filling my brain with pleasurable little lightning bolts. Her eyes were turned upward, watching me the entire time. And in the end, I just sighed and nodded.

We could talk later.

DAWN

“Fuck me...” she crooned. “Fuck me...”

“Oh, Paige...” Ben groaned in response.

With tears rolling down my cheeks, I sat on the couch, my knees pulled up to my chest while I wrapped my own arms around my legs and rocked slowly. I could feel my heart cracking with every moan that emanated out from that bedroom.

Adrienne was right beside me, her arms wrapped around my body, squeezing fiercely. “Dawn, Dawn,” she soothed and rubbed my back.

“Of all the fucking people he had to rebound with, why HER?”

“They’re just comforting each other,” Adrienne tried to rationalize, not looking entirely convinced herself. “You said Ben got dumped by Cadence. Paige got dumped by her parents. They spent the night together ... Both of them are feeling hurt and needy ... And you know Ben does most of his morning thinking with his morning wood.”

“Fuck it,” I spat. And then I stood up and started back into Adrienne’s bedroom. I’d have to retrieve the clothes I left in there. “This was a mistake. This whole thing was a fucking mistake. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.”

“Dawn, where are you going?”

“To my apartment. To change. And then to class. I AM a student, remember?”

“Fuck me, Ben. I missed this so much ... I missed YOU so much. Fuck me, lover. Pound me. Sodomize me. Blast my nasty ass full of your spunk!”

I clenched my eyes shut and balled my hands into fists. Without another word I went into Adrienne’s bedroom and picked up my discarded bra. I started pulling off my blouse so I could get re-dressed.

Adrienne appeared behind me and closed the bedroom door for privacy. The extra barrier helped to muffle the sounds of Ben and Paige buttfucking a dozen feet away. She looked at me seriously, with almost a pleading expression. “Dawn, this doesn’t change anything we talked about last night. You still need to talk to Ben about your feelings and—”

“No!” I cut her off. I fastened my bra and then started pulling the blouse back on. “Thinking THAT was my mistake. Ben and I are different people now. We’re not little kids playing in sandboxes anymore. We’re not even teenagers at camp anymore. We’re young adults, both of us almost 20, in the real world. We’re at school. And we’re friends.”

“But you can be MORE. Ben accepts you as friends out of respect for you and Ryan. But he wants more from you. If you just tell him the way you really feel—”

“I can’t do that.” I interrupted.

Adrienne whimpered. “Well, if you can’t, then maybe I can talk to him and—”

“NO!” I cut her off. “You do NOT tell Ben.”

“Dawn...”

“Swear to me, Adrienne. Swear to me you won’t tell him or I’ll never forgive you!”

“But if you really love him...”

“I don’t know that anymore. I love Ben as a friend. I know how much of a horn dog he is and that he’s got a wandering eye. As friends, that doesn’t bother me at all. But he’s not right for me as a boyfriend. And I don’t know that I can ever love him again like one.”

“You don’t mean that,” Adrienne pleaded. “You and Ben are soulmates. You belong together.”

I shook my head. “That’s just wishful thinking ingrained in the both of us by our parents. My mom and Ben’s mom always dreamed of having shared grandkids. It’s a nice fantasy, but it’s not practical. I bought into it, I did. But the fact is, the Ben I’ve dreamed of and the Ben I’m in love with is a fantasy too. It’s not the real Ben. The real Ben is in that other room, FUCKING ANOTHER FUCKING GIRL’S ASSHOLE!” I yelled the last part.

“Dawn...”

I finished putting my jeans on and flung my hair back over my shoulders. “Nuh-uh. I don’t need all this drama. I don’t WANT all this drama. I’ve got a loving boyfriend who clearly adores me and wants to spend the rest of his life with me. He’s stable. He’s dedicated. He’s handsome and hard-working and I know for a FACT that he’ll never cheat on me or ever give me any reason to worry about him. I’m tired, Adrienne. I’m tired of dealing with all the shit around Ben. He’ll always be my friend. And I will always love you and everyone in your family. But I think I’d like to just settle down and be happy, you know? And Ryan will do that for me.”

“As happy as you’d be with Ben?” she asked.

“Maybe Ben could make me happier ... maybe. But subtract away all the drama and headaches and worrying and all that crap I’d have to go through with him? No, I’m choosing Ryan.” Then I turned and walked out the door.

BEN

“Nnnghh ... nnnghhh...” Paige panted softly while I shafted her from behind. We were lying on our sides, spooned together with my cock imbedded in her tight pussy. This was our third go-round. I’d already dropped a load in her ass and another in her mouth. The desperate urge to cum was gone and for the moment, we were pleasantly making love.

We’d started this last round missionary-style, Paige holding me close to her. But I’d panicked about putting too much pressure on her belly and so we’d switched to doggy-style. But as the sex session wore on, we ended up on our sides to conserve energy and playfully cuddle while I continued to slowly pump into her from behind.

Paige always had nice tits, proportional to her petite size. But they’d been doing some growing over the past few months, filling up into a very pleasant handful. I knew this because her right breast was currently filling my right hand as we made love. I used it for a handhold while enfolding myself around her smaller body. And our hips came together and then drifted apart with a metronomic rhythm that suited the both of us.

Paige wasn’t cursing anymore. This wasn’t a wild, aggressive fuck. It was just a peaceful expression of love and pleasure, and she sighed happily while feeling me so intimately connected to her. At her moment of climax, she trembled in my arms while I kissed her right shoulder. And about two minutes later, I sped up into short thrusts and then released myself into her, filling up her vaginal cavity with wriggling sperm that would never find their way into her womb.

“That was nice,” she sighed.

“Mmm...” I hummed, slightly delirious post-ejaculation.

“I’d love to have that feeling every morning.”

I sighed and pushed my forehead into her hair. I hugged Paige’s naked body against me, squeezing her close before releasing her and slowly pulling back.

My semi-hard cock was trapped in her narrow pussy for a second before tugging free, followed by a slow trickle of cum. I fetched some tissues to help blot her up and then rolled my chest up against her back once again. And stroking her arm soothingly, I said, “Paige, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“It was a great idea,” she sighed happily. “I got to feel you in me again. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for that?”

“Paige...”

“Since we broke up almost a year ago. I mean, I know I broke up with you. It was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“It was the right decision.”

“No it wasn’t,” Paige shook her head. “I was a stupid girl making an impulsive decision. We’d been together for what, three months? We weren’t even exclusive; you were Adrienne’s boyfriend at the same time. And I was expecting you to be madly in love with me and want to marry me and be Happily Ever After.”

I winced and averted my eyes again.

Paige took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, lowering her own eyes. And in a somber voice, she admitted, “But you were right: feelings don’t work that way.”

I just looked thoughtful and waited for Paige to continue.

“Intellectually, I realized all that. I told you I still wanted to be friends. But then we went away for the summer and I really, really missed you. I started overthinking things and I resented you for not loving me the way that I wanted. I was still madly in love with you, but you weren’t there, and I started resenting you for it. I wanted to prove to myself, and prove to you, that I didn’t need you. So I met new people. I went out and got laid. I tried a couple drugs. It was fun. It was exciting, and you know how much I love ‘exciting’. I figured I could handle it.”

Paige’s voice trailed off and then she looked down and patted her distended belly. “I was wrong.”

I reached out and rubbed her arm reassuringly.

Paige sighed and continued, “Things just snowballed. One minute, I’d be so happy and thrilled I felt like I could fly. The next, I’d be crying without having any idea why. I’m not bipolar. I enjoyed the rushes. But I think it was the drugs I was taking that were really messing with my head. And I started craving bigger and better highs. I started doing crazier and crazier things. My life was spinning out of control, and there was no one there to stop me.”

She looked ready to start crying again, and I drew her naked body to mine, holding her firmly. I didn’t speak, but I reassured her with my embrace that I was here and that nothing bad could happen to her while she was still in my arms.

“I never stopped loving you, Ben. I hated you at the same time, but I was always in love with my White Knight. You were the first man I ever really loved. You were my First, virginity-wise. YOU were the man who protected me from everyone, including myself. I just know that if I’d stayed your friend, none of this crap would have ever happened to me. You wouldn’t let it.”

I patted her arm and rubbed my nose into the back of her head.

She took a deep breath and then sighed. “I realize now that I wasn’t a very good girlfriend. I thought I could make you happy by letting you fuck me whenever you wanted. I thought that’s all a guy wanted. But when I looked back at the way you were with Adrienne, with Dawn, with everyone around you, there’s more than that. They don’t just LET you do things to them, they share with you. They have their concerns for you. They make themselves available to give you advice. It’s an equal partnership. You love them, protect them, worry about them, and they do all the same for you. They want to MAKE you happy just as much as you want to make them happy. And I didn’t do that. I was only ever concerned with making myself happy.”

I sighed, deciding to speak up. “You made me happy, Paige.”

She turned in my arms, twisting her face around until she could look up at me. “Only momentarily. Through sex, I gave you momentary highs, just like me and the drugs. But the drugs didn’t love me back. The drugs didn’t think about what was going through my mind and think about what they could do to make my life better in the long run. And I didn’t do any of those things for you, either.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to. We didn’t have that kind of relationship.”

“That was the problem. How could I expect you to love me when all we had was physical and casual? I showed up, we fucked, and we hung out together. There was nothing deeper than that; and I never had any interest in getting deeper than that. That’s what I want to change now. I love you. I want to make YOU happy. I know that’s going to be tough now that I’m pregnant and I’ve got all these complications in my life. I won’t lie: I NEED you now, more than ever. My parents abandoned me yesterday. I don’t have any real friends, no one else I can really depend on. I’m desperate and I’m clinging on to you, in part because I simply have nowhere else to go. But I don’t want to just... leech off you anymore. I want to give back. I want to make you happy.”

“Paige...”

“I’ll be here for you every day. I want to take care of you the best way I know how. I’ll cook. I’ll clean. I’ll make myself available to talk about your day. I’ll make love to you with such passion, and I won’t be jealous if you want to seek pleasure with other girls. I’ll love you unconditionally, completely and totally unconditionally. I don’t have much experience being a good girlfriend, but I’ll try. I swear to God I’ll try.”

“Paige...”

“I LOVE you, Ben!” she whimpered. “And last night you said—”

“I was hurting last night,” I interrupted her. “I didn’t—”

“—mean it,” she interrupted me. “I know.” She bit her lip and looked away again. Then she took a deep breath and gave me the puppy-dog look again. “Ben, I’m going to do everything I can until you mean it. I’m going to love you like you’ve never been loved. I’m going to show you every possible—”

“PAIGE...” I put a finger over her lips to quiet her. Her eyes were wide but she obediently quieted down. “You can’t force love,” I said solemnly. “It has to grow on its own.”

She blinked and waited for me to pull my finger away. She whimpered for a moment and looked down before saying, “Don’t leave me, Ben. I need you. Please, don’t abandon me too. I have nowhere else to go.”

“Paige, of course I would never abandon you,” I said reassuringly.

“Then just let me stay here with you. I love you and I won’t try to hide that. You say love needs to grow on its own? Then fine. If it grows it grows. I’ll do my best to help that process along. But I won’t demand anything of you. Just let me be here ... near you ... and whatever happens, happens. Fair enough?”

I sighed and thought about it. She was madly in love with me again and I didn’t feel the same way. Logic said I should keep her at arms length as much as possible, while still trying to give her the support she needed in this very difficult time.

But I was lonely, too. Brandi was still keeping herself aloof from me as she tried to figure out a new balance in our relationship. Adrienne was gone half the time as her modeling career took off, plus her sorority commitments. And Dawn was still with Ryan. Now that Cadence had broken up with me, I felt a big void and a deep craving for affection and love.

I knew I was rebounding a bit. I KNEW it. But that didn’t make Paige’s offer any less tempting. She just wanted to love me and learn how to think of ME. Why would anyone NOT want that?

“Okay,” I said softly and then leaned in to peck Paige’s forehead. “Okay.”

“Hey,” I greeted quickly as I slid into my chair. Bert looked over and nodded at me while Dawn just focused on her notes. A second later she glanced up and gave me a little wave, then turned back down to her notebook.

“You just get up?” Bert asked curiously as he pointed at my still damp hair. It was after lunch, a meal that I normally ate with Dawn and Bert before we all came to our Sophomore Business Seminar, and a meal I’d missed today after spending the entire morning in bed with Paige.

“Something like that,” I drawled and then before Bert could reply, Professor Ice walked through the door like an Imperial Queen.

The room quieted down quickly and class began.

A little over an hour later, the three of us waltzed out of the classroom and started heading across campus down to Dawn’s and Ryan’s apartment. I moved over to Dawn and asked, “Did I miss anything important this morning?”

Her eyes flashed with ... something ... before she shook her head and said coolly, “You can copy my notes when we get to the apartment.”

I nodded and then frowned as I evaluated my best friend. “You okay, Dawn?”

She shrugged and answered, “I’m fine. Relationship issues.”

“Ah,” I smirked. I glanced at Bert, walking along a couple of feet away. Whispering a little more softly to Dawn, I asked, “Want to talk about it later?”

“Not really. I’m fine. It’ll pass,” Dawn assured me.

I blinked a few times, continuing to stare at my best friend. Whatever it was, she WASN’T just fine. But I didn’t want to press her with Bert around and so in the end, I just shrugged and continued walking.

Bert filled the awkward silence by slapping my shoulder lightly. He looked over and asked, “Oh hey. What’s the latest on Paige? I asked Dawn this morning but she said I’d be better off asking you.”

I explained about her parents disowning her and abandoning her at the school. I explained that she was handling things pretty well, all things considered. And since she had a full-ride scholarship with all her basics taken care of, room, board, medical, etc., she wasn’t desperate just yet.

“That’s during the school year,” Bert pointed out. “What happens in the summer?”

I blinked and my eyes went wide. I hadn’t thought about that. Of course, a part of me wanted to offer to let her come home with me, but then I would very likely not be heading home for the summer. Business internships were waiting along with the Undergraduate Business Program, and I’d probably be staying at the Berkeley house the way Brandi had been spending her summers here. In that case, I supposed she could stay at the house with me, but then this “temporary” living situation with Paige would start becoming rather permanent. Was I ready for that sort of thing? I still didn’t think Paige and I should be romantically involved, but the situation was certainly bringing us closer and closer together.

Unable to work everything out immediately, I decided to change the subject. “So how are you doing? This whole thing with Robin.”

Bert sighed. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Robin and I are still friends. We both felt this thing falling apart all semester. I just think our relationship ran its course and now we’re both moving on to new things. It’s a part of growing up.”

“Still, it’s got to hurt a bit,” I said sympathetically.

“I’ll be fine,” Bert assured me. He glanced at Dawn with a little grin. “There are plenty of fish in the sea.”

Dawn rolled her eyes. “Not this one. Ryan and I are doing just fine thank you very much.”

“Oh, I know,” Bert grinned at the gorgeous blonde. “But if I ever find your long-lost twin sister, you can bet I’ll be all over her.” Then he glanced across the greenscape to where a striking brunette was walking in the opposite direction. “Ooh, or maybe her.”

Dawn snorted and I clapped Bert’s back. “You’ve come a long way from stammering in front of a pretty girl.”

Bert grinned. “On that note, I think I’ll go introduce myself.”

I arched an eyebrow and looked at my friend. “You serious?”

“Sure, why not? What’s the worst she can do, turn me down?” With a little grin, Bert turned away from us and headed back up the pathway, no doubt calculating a suitable intercept point on the striking brunette.

Dawn and I both looked after him, chuckling. I glanced at my best friend and asked, “You and Gwen scramble his mind when you two fucked his brains out?”

Dawn punched my shoulder pretty hard. “No.” And then she took a deep breath. “Well, maybe. He’s certainly been more outgoing and aggressive ever since that night.”

“It’s amazing what good sex can do for a boy’s confidence...” I nodded sagely. And then raising my eyebrows, I glanced back at Dawn. “Well at least we’re alone now. And I need to talk to you.”

Dawn sighed and nodded, slightly weary but willing. “Okay. What’s up?”

“Paige.”

Dawn rolled her eyes and pointedly looked away from me, scowling. “You know what, Ben? Not right now.”

“Huh?” I looked at her in confusion.

“Look, you know I’m always here for you, to chat or vent or whatever,” she said with just a bit of an edge in her voice. “But I’m just not in the mood right now. Okay?”

“Okay, okay.” I held my hands up. “No problem.”

We walked along in silence for a bit. I felt weird. Clearly, something was bothering Dawn. And the last thing I wanted to do was aggravate her. “You know, YOU can always talk to me, too,” I reminded her.

She exhaled in resignation. “I know, Ben. I know. Just ... not now.”

Okay. Dawn needed space. I could do that. Still, I reached out and squeezed her hand, pumping it three times and giving her my most reassuring smile. Whatever was going through my best friend’s head, I wanted her to know I was on her side.

But she didn’t look back at me.

DAWN

“After you, Mademoiselle.” Ryan said theatrically. He held my hand with his right, bowing and gesturing with his left for me to proceed as he helped me out of the passenger seat.

I giggled, took two dainty steps forward, and then turned and waited for my boyfriend to catch up to me. We were in the parking lot of an Olive Garden, not the red carpet at the valet of some fancy five-star restaurant. But I appreciated his gesture.

Ryan closed the door on his beater Mercury Sable, hitting it a second time to make sure the door was closed. And then he walked over and took my hand to escort me inside, feeling happy. Ryan was still living on a shoestring budget, his family not coming from wealth, and the cost of maintaining an apartment while at school stretched his bank account thin as well. But today he told me he had a surprise and he was splurging by taking me to a restaurant guaranteed to cost over $30 for the two of us.

Despite our reservation, we waited for about fifteen minutes before getting a table on this Friday night. And once seated, I politely asked for water so as not to pad the bill any higher. But Ryan went ahead and ordered two iced teas, knowing I liked the drink.

I arched an eyebrow at him questioningly, and once the waitress left, my boyfriend reached across the table and put his hand over mine, saying eagerly, “I can afford it. I got a job.”

Now both my eyebrows went up. “Really? Where?”

“Cisco. They went through a few rounds of massive layoffs, but now they’re hiring back to fill their holes and new grads are much cheaper. I start first of June.”

“Ohmigod. Ryan! Congratulations!” I clapped excitedly, and Ryan couldn’t possibly smile any bigger. “Which location?”

“Milpitas. They have these big, brand new buildings right off 880 that are like half-empty now. So I guess I’ll have lots of elbow room.”

“Milpitas ... Milpitas...” I said thoughtfully, mentally sorting out the geography. Maps were not my strong suit. Ben often complained about how I had absolutely NO clue about north versus south versus whatever. I grew up in the South Bay and I wasn’t even entirely sure if Milpitas was East or West of me. But eventually I remembered. “Hey, that’s not too far away from Fremont.”

Ryan sat back and shrugged. “Uh no, it’s not. They’re neighboring cities.”

I smiled warmly at him. “Didn’t you say you really liked the school district in Fremont? And it’s not too far from your parents’ house, either.”

Ryan’s jaw dropped. He was surprised I was taking things in this direction. “Uh, well. No, it’s not.”

“And there’s a BART station in Fremont, right? So I can get back up to Berkeley pretty easily.”

Ryan leaned forward, covering my hand again. His expression was wary, full of concern. “Dawn, I told you I would never pressure you—”

“Okay. Let’s do it. I’ll go with you.”

“What?” He looked absolutely SHOCKED. After the way I’d reacted the one and only time he’d ever proposed us moving away from Berkeley together, Ryan had carefully avoided any further talk of it, or any talk at all of a more permanent commitment between us.

My eyes sparkled as I looked across the table at my boyfriend. This was the right thing to do. This was commitment to our relationship. Ryan had never once let me down. He had always been there for me. He had always loved me. After everything he’d put into our relationship, didn’t he deserve this kind of commitment from me? “I’ll go with you, Ryan. Maybe it’s too early for school districts. And honestly, I’m not sure if I’m ready to get married just yet. Heck, I don’t know if Fremont is the best place to get an apartment. Maybe we’ll end up in Milpitas if it’s cheaper so you have a short commute and I’m just a hop away from the BART station. Either way, I think I’m ready to do this.”

“Dawn, are you serious?” Ryan stared at me wide-eyed, still in disbelief.

I squeezed his hands and looked him squarely in the eye. “Ryan, I love you. Of course I’m serious.”

BEN

I felt something tickle my balls; and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” she groaned. As my eyes opened up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She gagged slightly and then popped off to catch her breath. And then she brushed her dark auburn bangs back with one hand while flashing me a radiant smile.

“Morning, Ben!” Paige grinned happily and then bent back over to resume her excellent blowjob. She’d woken me up in this manner every single day for the past week — and I mean every single day — and she was getting really good at handling that reflexive thrust when I first came awake.

I’d tried to stop her the first few days. I told her that I didn’t want to take advantage of her, that we shouldn’t have this kind of relationship. We were friends, and I didn’t have those romantic feelings for her, even though we both knew SHE did. And I felt like I would be leading her on if I accepted her sexual advances without any promises of developing love.

But Paige was very insistent that she do this for me. And in the end, it seemed to be a compromise that we could both handle. I flat out refused to have sex with her again, no matter how much she tried to seduce me. I wouldn’t let her give me blowjobs at any other time. But in the mornings, while I was still asleep, she always managed to get my pants open and my morning wood into her mouth before I could object. And once she’d gotten me worked up enough to wake up, there was little I could do to stop her.

At least this one illicit act seemed to defuse the sexual tension between us for the rest of the day. I got my rocks off, making it far less tempting to give in to her seductions later on. She got to suck me off, which often made her so horny that she had to masturbate and plead with me to fuck her. But after we got out of the bedroom in the morning, she accepted what she’d gotten and for the past few days, hadn’t bothered me any further. I just worried that one illicit act might become two ... and then three ... and then, well, you get the idea.

About five minutes later, the randy redhead got what she’d been waiting for as I groaned and poured out a river of semen into her belly. When she was done, she smacked her lips appreciatively and then patted my hip. “C’mon. Time to get ready for class.”

I had to admit: I adored my new alarm clock.

Perhaps ten minutes later, we went into the main room to find Brandi already eating her breakfast. As usual, Dayna was spending the night with Kevin. My sister looked up at us with a little grin. “Good morning, you two.”

“Morning!” Paige said perkily. She then kissed my cheek and unceremoniously pushed me down into my seat. Then with a little twirl, she headed into the kitchen to make us both breakfast. Over the past week I had tried telling her — twice — that I was perfectly capable of making my own breakfast. But she insisted on the domestic chore and I didn’t have the heart to really argue with her.

The sounds of the range top and the overhead fan kicked in, muffling any other sounds. And once that background noise started up, Brandi leaned in with an impish smile and remarked, “Still claim she’s not your girlfriend?”

“No, we’re just friends,” I stared at my hands, which were clasped together on top of the table. Why did that phrase feel like SUCH déjà vu?

“Okay Mr. ‘Just Friends’. You have sex with her yet?”

“Not since the first day,” I replied firmly.

“Fine. And how many days since you got back from Spring Break has she NOT given you a morning blowjob?”

I frowned and averted my eyes.

“How many?” Brandi egged me on.

I mumbled “zero” so softly she actually couldn’t hear me.

“I’m sorry, say again?”

I sighed. “What’s your point?”

Brandi sat up straight and shrugged. “Not making a point. Just pointing out facts.”

“It’s complicated.”

Brandi shrugged. “When is it NOT complicated with you? But for her sake, I think you’d better figure it out and fast. A pregnant girl is not someone you can just mess around with, Ben.”

“I TOLD her I don’t have romantic feelings for her.”

“Yet you let her suck you off anyways.”

“It’s not like I’m initiating anything.”

Brandi shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. If this is real and developing into something else, that’s one thing. If not, then you’re just leading her on. Hasn’t Dawn told you all this?”

I frowned. “Dawn and I haven’t really talked much this past week. Something’s bothering her in general, and I haven’t wanted to add to her burden by talking about Paige.”

“Really?” Brandi looked surprised. “Dawn’s never looked happier to me. In fact, she was positively giddy on Saturday when she told us she and Ryan were moving out together.”

My eyes flew open. “Wait, WHAT?” I barked in shock. “WHAT?”

I’d yelled loud enough that Paige came scurrying out of the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”

Brandi gulped, her eyes wide. “You didn’t know?”

“NO!!!”

Brandi blanched and glanced at both me and Paige. She then stared at me and put a hand over her mouth, looking mortified. “Ohmigod. Seriously? Dayna and I even asked her how you were taking the news. She just shrugged and said that you were handling it.”

“Handling it? She never TOLD me! When did THIS happen?”

Brandi gulped and looked apologetic. “She said they talked about it Friday night. Ryan got a job at Cisco in Milpitas. They’re planning to get an apartment nearby the BART station in Fremont.”

My mind was racing. Okay, today was Monday and I hadn’t seen Dawn since Friday after classes, so it wasn’t like she’d deliberately hidden something this big when we were together. But still, she SHOULD have called me to tell me. Weren’t we best friends?

WHAT THE FUCK?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I folded my arms across my chest as Dawn came out of her apartment.

She didn’t have to ask what I was talking about. She already knew. And shaking her head, Dawn merely rolled her eyes and stepped past me, heading up the sidewalk without giving me an answer.

I hustled after her. “Dawn! Seriously.”

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t understand,” she tossed over her shoulder.

“Understand that you’re moving away from Berkeley? Understand that you’re moving away from all your friends? Understand that you’re moving IN with your boyfriend who will have graduated and gotten a job far, far away from here? C’mon, Dawn! We’ve got the Undergraduate Program coming and we’re going to be busier than ever! When are you going to have time to commute back and forth?”

“I’ll make the time.”

“And what do your other friends think about this? Gwen? Robin? Have you even TALKED to Adrienne?”

“Gwen and Robin understand. I haven’t SEEN Adrienne all weekend, otherwise she certainly would have told you.”

“And why didn’t YOU tell me?”

“We’ve been over this. I knew you’d react like this.”

“Damn fucking right I’m reacting like this! You made this decision FRIDAY! I had to freaking find out from Brandi, who was in shock that I didn’t already know!”

Dawn leveled her gaze at me. “Boo, so you had to wait an extra couple of days? You mean like how I had to find out when you broke up with DJ?”

“That was different! We weren’t WE back then. That whole breakup even led to us PROMISING we’d be more open with each other.”

“Yeah, well, things change.” Dawn shrugged and continued walking.

“What’s changed? You’re my best friend! We’re supposed to SHARE, and I didn’t even have a clue that you were even considering something this major!”

“Yeah, well maybe you can share with your new girlfriend.”

“What?”

“Talk to Paige. Share with Paige.”

“Paige ISN’T my girlfriend.”

“Whatever.” Dawn rolled her eyes and waved dismissively. “She’s there for you 24/7, devoted and madly in love. Talk to her.”

“But what about us?”

Dawn stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes rimming with red and obvious moisture forming over her irises. “I can’t do this anymore,” she choked out. “This isn’t going to work out the way I thought it would and I just can’t wait around for you anymore. I just can’t.”

My jaw dropped and then before I could even blink, Dawn hugged herself and practically ran away, racing up the sidewalks.

I didn’t panic right away. I assumed I would meet up with Dawn at class and then we’d get things figured out.

But she didn’t show.

I nervously sat through the first twenty minutes of class, wondering where she was and what was going through her mind. After that, I just couldn’t keep still anymore and I slipped out of the room. Once outside, I looked everywhere, my head swiveling around rapidly as if she would somehow be standing within view of the classroom. And then I started making the attempts to contact her.

I started with repeated phone calls. Every single one ended up hitting her voicemail. I hit END and tried again the first two times. I left panicked messages the second two times. Then came texting. I told her I REALLY needed to talk to her. And then I hustled away to try and physically track her down.

Dawn wasn’t at her apartment. Neither was Ryan. Or if they were there, they were hiding inside behind locked doors with all the lights off.

I called Gwen and Robin. Neither girl had heard from Dawn and asked me what the heck was going on. I didn’t explain, just made them promise to call me if they saw or heard from her.

I was heading back onto campus to start randomly trying potential locations where I thought she might be when my phone rang. I saw the caller ID and with absolute relief, I picked up the line and said breathlessly, “Dawn?”

“Stop calling me, Ben. And stop calling my friends. I’m fine, okay?”

“Dawn, what’s going on?”

“I just need time, okay? Can you give me some time?”

“Dawn, please. I just want to understand.”

“That’s your problem, Ben. For all our mystical connections and lifelong partnerships and everything else, you just don’t understand.”

“I’m trying.”

“Look. I need to get this all sorted out in my own head. We’re friends. We’ll ALWAYS be friends. But I’ve made my choice; and I’m choosing Ryan. Goodbye.”

I was still under a dark cloud when my bedroom door opened. I’m not exactly sure how long I’d been sitting in my desk chair, staring out the window; but it had to have been more than an hour.

My back was to the door when Paige brightly said, “Oh, hi, Ben! Wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

I didn’t turn around or otherwise give her any indication that I’d heard her. Actually, I HADN’T heard her. I was too lost in my own thoughts. For all she knew, I was already dead with blood running out of my slit throat to stain my shirt. It was a morbid idea, but I was in a morbid mood.

‘I’m choosing Ryan’. What the hell did THAT mean? Dawn had chosen Ryan a long, LONG time ago. She chose him when we were still in High School, right before the Prom where I hooked up with Adrienne. She’d told me she’d chosen him by fucking voicemail. And ever since then, she’d been HIS girlfriend. So what was the big deal with her “choosing” Ryan? That ship had sailed years ago.

But deep down, I knew it meant more than that. Deep down, I always believed Dawn and I would be together again someday. She’d told me at camp, almost two years ago: ’We’re still young; and we’ve got time. Someday, I WILL marry you.’

Technically, Dawn and I were still teenagers. We were too young for lifelong commitments and I knew I still was swayed by my dick FAR too often to think I could be in a permanent relationship without fucking it up sooner than later. I knew I still had the urges to sow my wild oats and Dawn had her own experiences to find. But I always believed that when our worlds ended, Dawn and I would be together.

But time was running out now. In four days, I would turn 20, a teenager no longer. Would my young adult decision-making be any more mature? Would I become the kind of man that Dawn deserved?

It seemed that Dawn had decided the answer was “No”. ’I’m choosing Ryan.’ For whatever reasons, she’d decided that Ryan, not me, was the man who would make her the happiest; not just for now, but for all time. And I wasn’t entirely sure what to think about that.

Scratch that. I knew exactly what I thought about that: FUCK! This fucking SUCKS!

Real mature, Ben.

I don’t care. I’m losing her. I’m losing her.

You never HAD her.

I did. Once.

And you gave her up. You GAVE her to HIM. And he always said he’d never give her back to you.

Fucking bastard. I’ll kill him.

It’s not his fault. She’s incredible and he knows what he’s got. She’s not perfect. No one is. But she’s the most wonderful girl you’ve ever known, and you let her slip away. You could have taken her back at any time in the last two years if you really wanted. She offered herself to you at Robin’s Swingers Party.

It wouldn’t have been right.

Right, wrong, like it fucking matters. He’s got her now. And you don’t.

FUCK!

So what now? You’ve been abandoned. Your best friend abandoned you. She barely even talks to you anymore. You didn’t just lose a potential girlfriend. You lost your best friend.

FUCK!

So what now?

“Ben???” Paige shook me hard enough to break my reverie. I blinked and stared at her, taking in her pretty face with big blue eyes and a concerned look. She was also kneeling on the floor in front of me, her V-necked top bulging outward by her growing breasts. Her hands were on my legs, and without thinking about it, I suddenly gripped the side of her face with my left hand and held it rigidly.

Paige gasped in surprise and a little fear, but I didn’t squeeze her too tightly. She started to move her face away from my hand, not far enough to break free but just enough to relax the pressure of my fingers. And when I let her, she visibly relaxed and then pressed her cheek against my palm.

I am a sexual creature.

Still not really thinking about it, I moved my right hand to my zipper and started dragging it down. Paige’s eyes went wide, but she got the hint quickly and moved her own hands to my jeans to unbutton them and then reach inside to pull out my turgid rod. Her hands were warm as she wrapped her dainty fingers around my shaft and elevated it through the open flap of my boxers. She stroked me gently but firmly, eyes locked onto the throbbing stalk of man-meat. And without question, she leaned forward and slurped me into her mouth.

This was what I wanted. I was angry and hurt and I wanted to FUCK. I wanted to blast off in Paige’s sucking mouth then flip her over and ravage her tiny asshole, spanking her with wild abandon until I yanked back on her hair and flooded her rectum with hot cum, all while hearing her scream at me to sodomize her even harder.

I groaned and sagged a little deeper into the chair as the sensations of pleasure washed over me. They deadened my depressive thoughts, fogging my brain and then gradually eroding away my melancholy with wave after wave of blissful feeling. I felt Paige’s hand tighten around my shaft, pumping up and down while her lips and tongue danced around my head. Instead of thinking about Dawn and all my myriad angsty thoughts about her, I absorbed Paige’s still-developing blowjob technique and the way she was learning to pick up my non-verbal cues in order to bring me more and better pleasure. And as I did so, my anger at Dawn melted away to be replaced by a thoughtfulness about Paige and everything she was doing for me.

Here was a young girl who had a heap of troubles of her own. She’d been disowned by her parents. She still had no idea where she would be living two months from now. And of course, she was freaking pregnant. But rather than dwell on her problems or bitch about them to me, she’d been completely and totally focused on me. Her every action — all day and every day — was centered around making ME happy.

Paige cooked and cleaned for me. She organized my bedroom, but not in a control-freaky way. She hung around in the evenings to ask about my day when I wanted to talk; and she gave me space when I didn’t. It had only been a week, but we’d learned more about each other in the past week than we had in the entire time we’d been dating before.

And we’d shared. More than just talking about our days, we shared with each other. I got to understand a little better what made Paige tick. I never understood her rigid devotion to certain Catholic rules (not the least of which was “no contraception”), especially given how she could be so WILD in other ways (like the drug use). When it came down to it, Paige was just one of those girls who had very strong convictions and a very strong faith; but she was naïve and clueless about so many things and so many consequences in the real world that she really just didn’t understand what she was getting herself into half the time. And rather than be cautious and wary until she fully understood things better, she was the kind of girl who recklessly plunged ahead and trusted in her faith that she would emerge in one piece. ‘God has a plan, ‘ she told me more than once.

At the same time, Paige had dug deeper into my psyche as well. I wasn’t entirely sure that I knew what made me tick, but we talked about my relationships with the people around me and about how I seemed driven to make the people I cared about happy. She commented about how I often spread myself too thin, trying to figure out how to make others happy and yet not defining any real actionable goals for myself. And she definitely hit on what Dawn had called my White Knight complex. And she was still trying to work out exactly how I loved the different girls in my life, from Brandi to Adrienne to Dawn to herself, and how each of them enriched my life and made me happy in different ways.

For the past week, Paige had been true to her word. She’d loved me unconditionally, being supportive without asking anything of me except my willingness to let her be around. Other than complaining about not being able to sleep overnight with me, she hadn’t complained when I’d been fucking Adrienne’s and Cadence’s brains out. And even last Thursday, when Adrienne had visited me again for a booty call, Paige had willingly stepped aside and not tried to join in with us, knowing that I didn’t want us to cross that sexual boundary. Of course, she’d stuck around and jilled off while watching us, but I couldn’t blame a horny girl in her second trimester.

And even now, without question, she’d let me bend her over my lap for a blowjob in the middle of the day.

Paige was special, unique. Yeah, at times she was nuttier than a peanut butter factory, but she clearly loved me and wanted to be with me. The word “devoted” came to mind. It was the word Dawn used most often to describe Ryan. And if HE was the one to make her happy, then maybe Paige was the right girl for me.

Looking down, I gently pried Paige off my dick, leaving the knob wet and glistening with saliva and pre-cum. Getting up from the desk chair, I wrapped my arms around her waist and easily lifted the petite girl into the air, carrying her over to my bed where I softly lay her on her back and then moved my hands to begin undressing her.

Over the years, Paige’s wardrobe had moved away from Catholic schoolgirl uniforms into something a little bit more college-appropriate. But she still favored button-blouses and skirts, and with practiced ease, I opened up each button down her torso while she simply lay back, panting shallowly in obvious arousal. Her dark blue eyes were stormy as she stared right at my face. Her chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. And when I got to the bottom and pulled apart her shirt, she put her heels to the bed and lifted her hips to help me drag her skirt down her legs and off as well.

The panties were next. Paige had collected an array of skimpy thongs over the past year, no doubt to entice her variety of men during her wild period. They were already soaked through when I snaked them off her legs. And then she parted her thighs to the side and held her breath in eager anticipation as my face descended down to her crotch. Even though she’d been giving me morning blowjobs for the past week, I hadn’t gone down on her since that first day after Spring Break, not wanting to get her any more sexually excited than she already was.

But she deserved this. After all the dedication Paige was showing me, didn’t she deserve this?

“Ohhh ... Bennn...” Paige groaned as her fingers tightened in my hair. My tongue was working up and down her tightly closed labia, gently teasing them open like the petals of a rose. I held her thighs apart while dragging my tongue up and down her slit, tickling her perineum and working all the way up to her hooded clit.

Meanwhile, Paige had unhooked her own bra, pushing the cups up and above her swollen tits, now pushing a C-cup in her pregnancy. She palmed them, rubbed them, and pinched the nipples, all while groaning in rapturous pleasure.

“Oh my God...” she whimpered once I’d teased her open enough to penetrate my tongue inside. I’d never really given it much thought, but I had a pretty long tongue, long enough to touch my own nose. And Paige was certainly feeling it as I delved deeply into her and snaked back up to tease her now un-hooded clit.

I didn’t just try to get her off as fast as possible. This wasn’t about powerful orgasms. One thing I’d learned over the years, and perhaps most especially hammered home by DJ and Dawn, was that satisfying a girl wasn’t always about frying their brain with a massive orgasm or giving them so much pleasure that their central nervous system went into shock. Quality, not intensity, of orgasms was often more important. And I wanted to make sure Paige got a high-quality orgasm that showed her just how much I appreciated her.

“Oh, Ben ... Oh, Ben...” Paige whimpered as I drove her up the proverbial wall. A finger had joined my ministrations as I reached inside her to lightly tap at her G-spot, a steady, pulsing pressure that had her squirming and wriggling so much that I had to clamp down with my left hand to keep her still. I switched from up and down stroking to shorter side-to-side motions, buzzing her clit like my tongue was a hummingbird’s wings. And several minutes later, as I felt her body tensing in preparation for the explosion, I switched to the paint-shaker move that Brooke loved so much.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Paige cried. “Oh, FUCK!” she squealed as her hips bucked off the bed, driving her crotch against my jaw hard enough to push my head back. I caught her hips and then pinned them back onto the bed while I kept up my action on her happy spots, making the girl writhe and twist uncontrollably in spasmodic ecstasy.

After I felt her body crest over the peak of climax, I stopped stimulating her and settled for just tenderly kissing her loins and rubbing her soothingly. Paige was still in the throes of her climax, but I was giving her a soft landing instead of pushing her harder so that she might pass out. It was a happy medium between power and intimacy.

And when she was done, Paige slumped back against my sheets and glanced around her own swollen belly to give me a goofy grin. She was very well-satisfied with that orgasm, and raw love shone in her eyes as she reached down to me. “Come inside me, Ben. Please. Come and then cum inside me.”

Eagerly, I ripped my shirt over my head and shoved my shorts and jeans down to my ankles. I moved up Paige’s body, centering my rampant prick between her spread thighs. I wanted this. Paige wanted this. And after finding out that Dawn had chosen Ryan over me, it would feel really, really good.

But just “feeling good” wasn’t a good reason to do this. This wasn’t descending into robot-mode, then taking and forcefully fucking Gwen. First of all, I wasn’t in robot-mode. I had full control of my thoughts and actions. Second of all, this wasn’t Gwen, a hot and horny girl who only ever wanted casual sex with me.

This was Paige. And this MEANT something to her. There was a note of happiness and hope in her voice that cut straight to my heart. She loved me, and once we made love again, everything between us would change. Yeah, we’d fucked a week ago. But we both knew that had been cathartic fucking: anguish for me over losing Cadence; comfort for Paige after being dumped by her parents. Since then, we hadn’t crossed this line, and I knew that if we did this time, it would mean something to the BOTH of us. I would be accepting Paige as my lover, my girlfriend really. And she would finally have me back.

But I didn’t think that way of Paige. Not yet, and maybe not ever. I loved her. I had concerns for her. But I just didn’t have THOSE kinds of feelings for her, no matter how much she tried. I was Paige’s White Knight. I was her protector, her big brother. I just couldn’t see her as a partner, my equal, as someone who would challenge ME the same way that Dawn and Adrienne had.

And more to the point, I was still an emotional wreck over Dawn. I had been sitting by myself in my darkened bedroom for hours, contemplating the missed opportunities and the mistakes I’d made that ultimately led to Dawn choosing a future with Ryan over a future with me. My head wasn’t in the right place to do something like this with Paige, and she deserved better.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I can’t do this.”

“Ben, please,” Paige whimpered. She hunched her crotch forward, touching her pussy lips to the head of my cock. And her hands were on my arms, tugging me downward while staring up at me with big eyes. “I want this.”

“Paige, I can’t do this,” I repeated. Then I turned my face away and rolled off to the side. Pulling my shorts and jeans up to my waist, I sat on the edge of the bed, my heels perched on the bed frame. And I held my head in my hands.

The little redhead was quickly beside me, cinching her blouse over her chest with one hand and rubbing my naked back with the other. “You okay?”

“No. I’m not.” I shuddered, fighting back the urge to cry.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have thrown myself at you like that. I KNEW you were hurting about something when I walked in. But then you held my head and unzipped and one thing led to another and—”

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted. “It wasn’t your fault. I’m the bad guy here.”

“You can never be the bad guy, Ben. Not to me.” Paige shook her head. Then she leaned in and rubbed my shoulder. “What happened today?”

I sighed. “It’s Dawn.”

Then Paige did something I never would have expected out of her. “Oh, okay,” she said firmly, buttoning her blouse back up. “Tell me about it, and we’ll figure out what to do.”

DAWN

Sooo close. I had been sooo close to opening the door for him. I already pictured what would happen in my mind’s eye. I’d fling the door open and Ben would rush into my arms. He’d declare that he was mine forever and we’d take each other right there on the floor, with the door wide open. We’d be careless for whoever might see us because we were soulmates. We’d announce to the world that we belonged together.

But I didn’t. I just stayed next to the couch, right where I’d dropped to the floor as soon as I’d realized Ben was banging on the door. With the lights off and the windows shut, he wouldn’t have any idea I was actually in here. And just when I was about to lose my nerve and go open it, he finally gave up and went away.

The calls from Gwen and Robin started shortly after that. Robin had even left class to figure out what the hell was wrong, as Ben sounded absolutely panicked. “He thinks you’re facedown in a ditch somewhere!” she’d told me.

I’d assured Robin I was fine and promised I’d call him back. Then after another few minutes to work up my courage, I did call Ben back and told him to stop calling me. I told him I was choosing Ryan. Then I hung up.

Still on the floor, leaning sideways against the base of the couch, I dropped my chin down onto my upraised knees. I hugged my legs and closed my eyes. And then the floodgates opened and rivers of tears streamed down my cheeks.

I dried out after an hour or so ... I think. My tear ducts simply didn’t have any more moisture to give. I was too tired to keep crying anyways. And straggling to my feet, I managed to totter into the bedroom and flop myself onto the bed. Exhausted, I desperately hoped for sleep and unconsciousness to take me and quiet the frantic spinning of my head.

But sleep didn’t come. I lay there, drooling a bit, staring at nothing while I felt the crushing weight of my decision. It was over. I’d lost a dream.

According to our parents, Ben and I first promised each other we’d get married and have a big family when we were four years old. I don’t actually remember it, but I believe them.

We had a mock wedding when we were seven, officiated by 9-year-old Dayna. My ring came out of a Cracker Jack box and Ben wore a red clip-on bowtie with yellow polka dots over his T-shirt.

We first mimed having sex, fully-clothed, when we were eight, after watching the Discovery Channel show a pride of lions. Mom found Ben lying on top of my back while I was kneeling on the floor and curled into a ball. She asked what we were doing and had a cow when we replied, “Mating.”

Technically, Ben first proposed to me when we were ten, just before his family moved to Orange County. He got down on one knee with a $15 ring he’d gotten from a mall kiosk and went through the whole nine yards. Since I’d said “yes”, one could say I’d been his fiancée for this entire time. I lost that ring when I was twelve and cried for almost an entire day when I couldn’t find it.

And when we were sixteen, after I gave my virginity to him (and Dayna and Brandi had WATCHED us), I started planning my dream wedding. If I had my way, we’d return to camp and put a white lattice archway in our special clearing. We’d have to hike out and I wouldn’t be able to have a fancy dress, but I didn’t care. I’d marry him in tennis shoes and a white cocktail outfit if I needed to. With just our two families around us, Ben and I would say our vows. And our love would last for all eternity.

But it wasn’t going to happen anymore. The Ben I loved at four, seven, eight, ten, and even sixteen was a different Ben at nearly twenty. I was a different Dawn. And it was time to grow up from my childish fantasies.

I’d spent my entire life believing that Ben and I would end up together when the dust settled. But now that belief was gone. I felt like a part of my soul had been ripped away from me, leaving a big gaping wound in the middle of my heart.

So even though I had no more tears to give, I shuddered and kept on trying to cry.

Ryan found me that afternoon, sitting up on the bed with my knees pulled to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. “Dawn, babe? What’s wrong?”

What could I tell him? That I was still in love with my ex-boyfriend, but had realized he wasn’t the man I wanted him to be? That my heart was breaking because I was mourning the future that wouldn’t come true? Yeah, right. The last thing I could ever tell Ryan was how much I desperately wished Ben could have been the man for me.

So summoning my strength, I merely pushed myself up and started wiping my eyes. “I’m okay. Just had a rough day, that’s all.”

“You sure?”

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” I nodded.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me about it you know,” my loving boyfriend said warmly.

“I know, I know,” I assured him. At least I had no tears, so Ryan wasn’t too anxious. “I think it’s just hormones. I’m having a massive flow day,” I told him. “Think I need to change my pad.”

“Oh, uh, right,” Ryan stammered, averting his eyes. He was funny like that. Anytime I mentioned something remotely related to my period, he pretended like he didn’t even hear it. Ryan could be such a ... male ... sometimes.

I stood up and started heading to the bathroom. Then I called over my shoulder. “What do you want for dinner? I was thinking of spaghetti.”

He nodded and turned to the desk, already hunched over to pull his books and binders out from his backpack so that he could get started on his homework. Even though he’d lined up a job, he still had to make sure he passed his final classes. “Sounds good, babe.”

BEN

Once I calmed down enough to tell Paige the story, my little redhead showed remarkable poise and maturity given that the man she was in love with was clearly hung up on his best friend. Without biasing her advice to make me more susceptible to herself, Paige helped me outline two possible courses of action.

One, I could accept that Ryan made Dawn happy. I could support their relationship and be the very best friend to her that I could be. Doing so could mean I would have lost Dawn forever. But she would be happy, and wasn’t that the most important thing to me? If I truly loved her, I would value her happiness over my being with her.

Or two, I would have to make the decision that only I could make Dawn truly happy, and she the only one who could make ME truly happy. I would have to believe, with utter and complete conviction, that Dawn and I were meant to be together and SHOULD be together. If that meant destroying her relationship with Ryan, so be it. Dawn and I had reached a critical point, where I either stepped up and did whatever it took to get her back, or I let her go.

Then Adrienne returned from classes and we told her about Dawn’s decision to move with Ryan to Fremont. Surprisingly, the blonde bombshell got pissed, and all of a sudden Paige and I had to calm her down. “What the fuck is she thinking?” became a common phrase out of Adrienne’s mouth.

But once we got her calmed down, she seemed to confirm Paige’s diagnosis and agreed that I only had two serious options. But she seemed to be pushing option two: Win Dawn Back. I got the distinct impression that Adrienne was trying to tell me that Dawn still loved me and still had very, very strong feelings for me without actually saying it. I wasn’t sure if the two girls had talked about me that night they spent together or if these were just Adrienne’s impressions. Either way, Adrienne was convinced that Dawn and I still belonged together.

But then Brandi arrived and took the alternate position. She told me that we’re all different people as teenagers from the way we are as adults. They way we see the world changes every year, and real life isn’t a fairy tale. I thought that perhaps my big sister was being cynical, still hurting from her own failed relationship. And I thought she was talking about herself sometimes, describing how SHE had to move on from her playful but dangerous incestuous relationship with me, and how she’d had to grow up from her youthful fantasies. But I couldn’t disagree with her logic. The simple fact was that for the entire time Dawn and I had been together as adults, she’d been with Ryan and I’d been with others. Our fantasies of being together had only ever been rooted at camp or in our childhoods.

I also would have expected Paige to encourage me toward option one. After all, having me accept Dawn being with Ryan would leave me single and available. Wasn’t that in Paige’s best interests, given her clearly stated desire for us to be together? But it seemed Paige was taking her own advice to heart: she valued my happiness over my being with her.

I didn’t make a final decision with the girls. My mind had been like the ocean in the middle of a hurricane, roiling and thrashing and never, ever quite still. I was getting three slightly differing opinions, not to mention my own, pushing and pulling me in different directions. And I knew that whatever decision I made would impact far more than just my relationship with Dawn. I wanted her and I believed a part of her still wanted me. But Ryan wanted her and Paige wanted me. I knew Dawn wanted Ryan and a part of me wanted Paige. But all these interests couldn’t be satisfied at the same time, and the conflicts between them and the potential consequences of my decision were giving me a massive headache.

In the end, I just had to ask everyone to leave me alone to think by myself. The girls gave me my space, and Paige didn’t even come to spend the night with me. I continued pondering what to do.

One way or another, I’d see Dawn in the morning, and by then I’d have to choose.

I stood up awkwardly as Dawn came out of the apartment. They were on the second floor and I had been sitting on the steps for a half-hour, just to ensure that I didn’t miss her should she try to sneak out early. I didn’t think she would, though if she had, it certainly would have told me something.

Taking a deep breath, Dawn looked down at me and then descended the stairs. I stood back to give her room, though I stared at her with a mixed expression of worry and longing on my face. I’m sure there was a fair bit of exhaustion in there, too. I hadn’t slept much at all.

Dawn took one look at my face and tensed up. But then she exhaled and without a word, turned and gave me a big hug.

Surprised, it took me a second to wrap my arms around her and pat her back. And then sniffling to hold back any tears, Dawn stood straight up and tilted her head up the sidewalk. “Let’s go.”

She didn’t take my hand.

I fell into step alongside her. We were silent for a few seconds before she glanced over and asked, “How are you doing?”

I blinked. How was I doing? I replied, “You tell me.”

She managed a weak smile and then sighed. “You’re going to be fine, Ben. You’re my friend. You’ll always be my friend.”

I sensed a quiet finality in her voice. “Just friends?” I asked hesitantly.

She took another deep breath before nodding. “Just friends. As friends, we can be eternal.” Her tone made it sound like a prison life sentence. “It’s the way YOU wanted it.”

“What if I want more?” I asked weakly, already knowing the answer.

Dawn shook her head. “It’s not only up to you. I’m not just a comfortable sweater you can pull out of the closet whenever you feel like it. I have to live my own life. I have to go my own way. That’s just the way it’s going to be.”

I sighed and hung my head. Why is it that we always want the one thing we can’t have? It wasn’t like the situation had really changed; Dawn had been with Ryan for years. But in the back of my head, I’d always believed that their relationship would run its course and then we would be back to her and me, the way we’d dreamed since we were little kids. And now that Dawn was telling me she didn’t share that vision of the future anymore, I found that I desperately didn’t want to lose her.

Strange, right? I didn’t even HAVE her for the past couple of years ... Or did I?

I realized that whether I “had” her or not, the opportunities had been there. All this time, if I’d really wanted to be with Dawn, I could have made it happen.

But I didn’t. I’d dated her sister. I’d boinked my Tri-Delts. And even after all the intensity of that Swingers Party and Dawn and I coming sooo close to re-crossing the line between friendship and something more, I’d stepped back and let the sparks between us die out over Winter Break. And then I’d pursued Cadence upon our return to campus.

And even after Cadence broke up with me, who did I turn to? Paige. I’d seen something in Dawn’s eyes the morning after, a hurt that belied her supposed concern for Bert and Robin’s breakup. But I hadn’t pursued her. I’d let Paige pull me into my bedroom and fuck my brains out.

I’d believed that I had all the time in the world to come back to Dawn, as if she would wait for me forever. The chances had been there for me to commit to Dawn, to show her that she was important to me, more than just as a best friend. But I hadn’t taken them. Just like in High School, I’d let myself be swayed by my dick far too often.

I didn’t deserve her.

Dawn deserved better than me. She deserved a better man, and whether I liked it or not, Ryan was that guy.

Dawn said it best: he was devoted to her. He was loyal. He was loving. He wasn’t the cheating type. And most importantly, he committed. She deserved that. She deserved to be happy. And because I truly loved her, I would value her happiness over her being with me.

Option One it was.

“Okay, Dawn.” I put on a smile and reached my hand out to her. She was hesitant, but eventually stretched her hand out and let me slip my fingers through hers. “Okay. I’ll always be your friend. And I’m happy for you.”

“Really?” she blinked.

“Really.” I nodded and then exhaled slowly. “He’s a better man than me. And you deserve him.”

Dawn didn’t reply verbally, she just pinched her lips for a moment and then nodded in agreement. And then she squeezed my hand and looked forward.

We walked the rest of the way to class in silence, lost in our own thoughts.

But at least she held my hand.

Paige and Adrienne were already at Dawn’s and Ryan’s apartment when we got back that evening. One look and they knew I’d chosen Option One. Adrienne actually looked a little angry about it. Paige, oddly enough, just seemed sad. I would have thought she might be happy that I was still free. But then maybe she understood that I wasn’t really happy and because of it, I wasn’t really as free as one might think.

It took almost all of my energy to keep up a positive front. I truly wanted Dawn to be happy and she wouldn’t be able to do that if she knew how badly this was hurting me. I reminded myself that it was my own damned fault I hadn’t gotten off my ass and taken control of my life, MADE something happen, the way Brooke and seemingly everyone else had warned me. Dawn deserved better than me, and she deserved to move on with someone who would treat her right.

Still, when Adrienne, Paige, and I finally went back to the house. I was dead tired and exhausted. Ignoring the girls’ attempts to console me, I simply went into my bedroom and locked the door. And I didn’t plan to come back out until I really, really HAD to.

DAWN

“Dawn, what the hell are you doing?” The voice was viciously cutting in its accusation.

It was Wednesday, a day when Ben and I had differing morning schedules before meeting up for lunch and then Macroecon in the afternoon. I usually met up with Gwen, but on this day Adrienne intercepted me along the way. I pursed my lips and glanced over at the statuesque blonde. “What do you mean?” I asked back innocently.

“You know damn well what I mean,” Adrienne snapped. “Moving in with Ryan? Weren’t you about to break up with him a week and a half ago?”

“I never said that,” I bit back sharply. “I just said that I was confused. I wanted to talk things over.”

“You wanted to tell Ben how much you loved him,” Adrienne pointed out. “And you wanted to see if you could get back together. That meant you were considering breaking up with Ryan.”

“A momentary thought,” I said dismissively. “My head wasn’t straight back then and I was never ready to break up with Ryan. I just wanted to know how Ben felt about me and if he ever thought about us getting back together. I had to know that sort of thing before committing to Ryan, you know?”

“You trying to convince me? Or convince yourself?”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m happy with Ryan and I want to see where this relationship can go.”

“Then be his girlfriend! Chat on the phone and take the BART and visit on weekends! You don’t have to move in with the guy to an apartment in a strange city an hour’s drive away from Berkeley and all your friends!”

“It’s not quite an hour’s drive,” I said defensively.

Adrienne rolled her eyes. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit to Ben sleeping with Paige?”

“What? This has nothing to do with that.”

“Nothing to do with that, huh?” Adrienne leveled her gaze at me. “You forget, I was in bed with you that morning. One minute, you’re all excited about going out to tell Ben how much you love him. The next, Paige waltzes out well-fucked and all of a sudden you don’t love him anymore? Come on, you KNOW he doesn’t feel that way about her. And if it means anything to you, they haven’t had sex since. It was a one-time thing for Ben to clear Cadence out of his system. He does that.”

“Yeah, he does that,” I nodded. “Ryan doesn’t.”

Adrienne frowned, staring at me coldly. “So that’s it, huh? After all these years, knowing exactly who Ben was and the way he was, NOW you’re going to judge him for sleeping around?”

“This has nothing to do with Ben!” I said insistently. “This is about ME and Ryan. I love him and he loves me and he’s graduating and moving away, okay? I want to stick with my boyfriend. Is anything wrong with that?”

“You’re overreacting,” Adrienne scowled. “You were vulnerable. You were all ready to put your heart out on the line and ask Ben if you could be together again, if you could rediscover that something special that made you two soulmates. But Paige showed up with her problems and Ben fucked her. You were hurt and you felt betrayed a little bit and you overreacted by promising a boyfriend you weren’t even totally sure you wanted to be with that you would MOVE with him.”

“I’m moving because I want to BE with my boyfriend,” I insisted.

Adrienne shook her head and glared at me. “How can you do this to Ben?”

“Do WHAT to Ben? He’s taking it fine.” I shrugged. “He and I have both accepted that this is what’s best for the both of us. We’re good friends. We’ll always be friends.”

Adrienne shook her head. “Doesn’t work like that. The two of you are either intimately close or nothing at all. Maybe you weren’t fucking, but for the last year, no one was closer to him, not even me. Looks like you chose ‘nothing at all’, and ever since this declaration that you’re committing to Ryan and moving away, Ben’s turned into a zombie. He barely talks to us. He spends all his time in his room in the dark. He puts up a good front when he’s around you because he’s convincing himself that he wants you to be happy, even if it’s not with him. But he’s really fucked up right now. You BROKE him.”

“He’ll be fine.”

“Not if you continue keeping him out of your life,” Adrienne snapped.

“I’m not keeping him out of my life,” I said defensively.

“I SEE you two together. You used to be best friends. Best friends. But right now you two act more like a romantic couple that just broke up and agreed to ‘remain friends’. Yeah, you’re still around each other, but anyone can see that things are different. You don’t talk anymore. You don’t share anymore. You’re not letting him in the way you did just weeks ago, and it’s hurting him like hell.”

“We talk all the time. We still have almost every single class together.”

Adrienne shook her head. “You two may be holding hands on the way to class; but you look further apart than when he was back home in Orange County.”

I sighed and leaned back, stretching my neck and spine before standing up straight again. “What do you want from me?”

Adrienne took a deep breath and then splayed her hands out placatingly. And then she offered, “Just tell him, to his face, how you really feel about him. You two walk around campus together just like you used to, but I’ll bet you haven’t sat down and had a meaningful conversation since before Spring Break. Tell him what you told me. Tell him what he means to you. And tell him what your hopes for him were, even if you’ve now chosen otherwise.”

I screwed up my face. “I can’t tell him that.”

“Why not?”

I clenched my jaw, looked away, and then barked, “Because it would kill him! You say Ben’s broken now. How much worse would it be if I told him now that I was willing to throw Ryan away for him, huh? How much worse would he feel if he knew how close he was to having me back, but ‘oops, you missed your opportunity’. Huh?”

“So it IS the truth.” Adrienne leveled her gaze at me. “You were all ready to break up with Ryan to get Ben back. What does THAT say about the stability of your relationship with Ryan? Huh?”

I grimaced and pinched my temples. “Wait, that came out wrong. I—”

“Nuh-uh,” Adrienne interrupted me and took a step forward, moving herself right up into my personal space. “Think about this, Dawn. Think about this long and hard. Because if you do this, if you go with Ryan, you’re going to lose Ben as a best friend. He loves you. He already feels like he missed his opportunity to be with you. And It’s KILLING him inside. The truth is: you wanted to break up with Ryan and be with Ben. The truth is, you CAN’T have your cake and eat it too. You can’t be with Ryan and still have Ben as your best friend forever. First, Ryan wouldn’t stand for it in the long run because he will never be totally comfortable around Ben. And second, Ben won’t be able to stay near you, knowing what he lost.”

My jaw quivered and I stared back into Adrienne’s eyes. Normally a hazel color, they now burned with a golden intensity. “That’s not fair,” I whimpered.

“No, it’s not,” she nodded. “But it’s the truth. It’s the way it is.”

Then Adrienne turned and walked away.

That evening, when we all met up at my apartment to study and hang out, I felt like Adrienne was staring me down for over an hour. Her eyes were accusing, criticizing me for not saying something. But how could I?

Gwen even noticed and said something, but Adrienne tossed off a joking comment about being lost in thought and not realizing where her eyes were pointed.

“Hey, babe. You okay?” Ryan touched my arm. “You don’t look so good.”

“’Very well’,” I mumbled.

“Huh?”

I sighed. “Never mind. I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.”

My boyfriend shook his head and gave me a little smirk. “Glad I’m not a girl. Those monthly hormones can be a bitch.”

I smiled and nodded. “Right, right.”

“Are you going to talk to him?” Adrienne said quietly, but firmly, when she caught me as I was coming out of my own bathroom.

I blanched and looked at her. “I told you, I can’t. What would I say?”

“I told you: tell him the truth. What does it mean when you can’t tell him the truth? Huh?” Her eyes narrowed.

“Adrienne, please,” I whimpered and looked to the living room. Our friends weren’t that far away. “As my friend, don’t do this to me.”

“I’m your friend. But I’m on HIS side. And he’s still broken.” Her eyes were that intense gold again. “You know he hasn’t left the house except for the classes he shares with you, just so you won’t know how much this is hurting him? He’s skipped any other classwork. He won’t play ball or play videogames or anything. He won’t even have sex. Believe me, I’ve tried. So has Paige. He just sits in his room and locks us out, cursing himself for how he fucked up his one true chance to be happy forever.”

“Adrienne, I just can’t talk to him right now. Okay?”

She sighed, then looked down, and her expression softened. “Okay. Look, I know this is tough on you too. You’re trying to redefine your relationship with Ben and that takes time. I wouldn’t be putting this much pressure on you if I didn’t think he was this bad.”

“I’m sorry.” I bit my lip, and then touched her arm. “He’s lucky he has you.”

Adrienne sighed and nodded. “Okay, I’m assuming you’re not going to talk to him anytime soon.”

“I just can’t. I’m not ready.” I glanced into the living room again and saw Ryan looking over at us, concern on his face. I turned a little further to see Ben, who was just staring straight down into his textbook.

“Fine. Are you at least coming to his birthday tomorrow?”

I blinked and nodded. “Of course.”

“Okay,” Adrienne nodded. “Just ... don’t get mad at me. We both know how Ben works and I’m going to have to do something a little drastic to pick up his spirits.”

“What?”

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”

BEN

“C’mon, Ben. You’ve gotta come out,” Adrienne called through the door. “How do you expect me to throw a surprise party for you when you’re IN your room?”

“Come out, Ben. Please?” Paige’s called plaintively immediately after.

I sighed and then got up, perching my heels on the bed frame while rubbing my face. And then I finally stepped off and went to open the door. “How much of a surprise party can it be when you TELL me it’s a surprise party?”

My gorgeous adoptive sister smirked at me and walked into the room, immediately glancing up and down at me before heading off to my closet. “That’s part of the surprise,” she mused. Then she quickly started shuttling aside my hangars until she stopped at a short-sleeved polo shirt that she’d picked out for me last year. It was well-fitted, showing off the definition of my pecs and arms without appearing too tight. And pulling it off the hangar, she tossed it at me and said, “This one. And these jeans.”

I simply sighed and pulled off my shirt and then yanked the jeans I was wearing down to my ankles. I didn’t see a problem with what I was wearing, but I really didn’t give a shit anymore. I hadn’t given a shit about a lot of things lately.

Paige had followed Adrienne in and was eyeballing my package while I got redressed. I ignored her, and a minute later, Adrienne pulled me into the bathroom to muss up my hair and spritz me with Hugo Boss, a cologne she’d also picked out for me last year.

After that, I pretty much just stood around, waiting for instruction. I wasn’t feeling depressed anymore. Too much time had passed for me to be morose 24/7 any longer. Right now I was pretty much resigned, lethargic ... just waiting as time passed me by. Maybe something would eventually kick me in the ass and change my existence. Maybe not. I really didn’t care.

Right now, Adrienne was kicking me in the ass. Well, she was grabbing my ass and prodding me forward and out the front door. I arched an eyebrow at her. “We’re not having the party at the house?”

“Nope.” Adrienne shook her head. That didn’t make sense. Birthdays were usually just slightly more elaborate versions of hanging out in somebody’s living room, adding in a cake and some presents and sometimes a prank or two. Bert’s last birthday party had been at our house, and the girls had ganged up to throw him fully-clothed into our shower. He didn’t seem to mind too much, what with having six hot babes groping him along the way.

The food was the same as making dinner for a bunch of people. Most of the time we college students didn’t want to overspend on going out to a restaurant, even though some of us didn’t really have to worry about finances. And everything was just more comfortable in our big living room than at any possible outside location.

But again, I didn’t really care that much. Having asked my question and received an answer, I just shrugged and decided to go with it. Dayna’s Impala was already gone, and Brandi was nowhere to be found as Adrienne loaded me and Paige into the Mustang and then pulled out of the driveway.

After a few side streets, Adrienne got to Shattuck and started us toward the 24 (excuse me, just “24”). And after that I just sort of zoned out the window.

Would Dawn be there? Of course she would. She was still trying to pretend that everything was peachy keen. She wanted to believe that nothing had changed between us, even though she knew I wasn’t really happy about her moving out with Ryan. And she knew that I knew that she knew that I wasn’t really happy, but we both were keeping up the charade for now. We were both too paralyzed to do anything else. After all, neither of us wanted to consider the alternative: not being friends anymore.

If I couldn’t be truly happy for her at some point, our friendship would fall apart, the same way it was already falling apart. So I knew that I had to make myself truly happy for her, and I was trying; but I couldn’t forget how much I’d sabotaged my own chances to really be with her. Still, I kept trying to be okay with it. And Dawn kept pretending to be comfortable around me, both of us praying that things would work themselves out. We both knew we had to take action to change the way we felt about each other. But we both also knew that feelings just don’t work like that.

Sometimes I wondered if I should just give it up and walk away. If I could get some space between me and Dawn, if I didn’t SEE her every day, then maybe I could get used to the fact that she wasn’t mine anymore ... and that she never would be. She was choosing Ryan. And I’d have to live with that.

Maybe it would be easier if I turned down the pending internship I had this summer. Maybe it would be better if I just went back home to Orange County, then on to summer camp with my family. I could clear my head. I could make a fresh start. I could spend some time away from Dawn, which I needed because it hurt so much to be near her.

“Shit, I forgot my purse,” Adrienne cursed as she pulled into a left turn lane and screeched to a halt. “Everything’s in my purse.”

“We’re going to be late,” Paige pointed out from the back seat.

“Not that late. And Ben’s the birthday boy. I think they can wait for him,” Adrienne pointed out. A minute later, we pulled a U-turn and started back for the house.

I sighed and stared out the window again. I didn’t really care. Late, not late, what did it matter?

Ten minutes after we’d left, we pulled into the driveway. Adrienne was quickly out the door and then closed it as well. Then Paige was suddenly bumping my seat behind me. “Hey, get out,” she yipped plaintively.

“Why? Adrienne just needs to get her purse.”

“Well, since we’re here, I want to get something,” she insisted, and then bumped my seat again like a petulant child.

“Fine, fine.” I unbuckled and opened the passenger door. I stepped out and flipped the seat forward so Paige could crawl out from the back seat. And then she simply grabbed my hand and tugged me on her way to the front door.

“Huh?” I asked, not understanding why Paige was taking me with her. But I didn’t have the interest in resisting so I let her drag me up to the front porch and then in the front door.

A second later, the lights flipped on and everyone yelled, “SURPRISE!”

I blinked against the sudden light, flashes in front of my eyes. And then to my astonishment, I saw table decorations, streamers and balloons in the air, and a sign saying, “Happy Birthday Old Man” on the far wall. Then of course, there were the dozen people who hadn’t been in my house ten minutes earlier. The usual crew was assembled: Dawn, Ryan, Gwen, Robin, Bert, Brandi, and Dayna. And even a few of my favorite Senior girls were present: Monique, Kerri, and Julie, along with Kevin Weiss and Lloyd, Julie’s boyfriend.

Adrienne stepped in beside me. “See, I told you I couldn’t throw you a surprise party with you IN the house.”

I had to admit, the surprise had done a great job of kicking me in the ass, metaphorically. It was as if I forgot I was supposed to be morose and depressed as I smiled and let myself be greeted by my friends. And since most of the hot girls’ methods of greeting me were with firm hugs and sweet kisses on the cheeks, I found my mood being buoyed even higher.

And even those few moments where my melancholy DID try to come back, I would look at Dawn and remember I was supposed to be convincing her that I was perfectly happy about her moving on in her life with Ryan. I would look at Adrienne and think of everything she was trying to do for me. And not wanting to let either of them down, I concentrated on talking to whoever I was talking to. Private Ben still wanted to go into his room and stare at the wall; but Public Ben knew he had to put on a good show.

Still, even if I was putting on a good show, Dawn was doing a terrible job. It didn’t take some mystical connection for me to see that she wasn’t happy. Her most natural facial expression was a frown and she clearly had to concentrate to smile and giggle and do all those flirty little things beautiful girls do. I wanted to comfort her, tell her a joke, do anything to make her happy again. But that was Ryan’s job now. Besides, what could I say? What could I tell her that would make everything better?

As it turned out, after a couple of hours, Dawn and Ryan were the first to leave. She made up some excuse, both of us knowing it was bullshit. I was actually a little surprised at their departure; I’d figured Dawn would have put up a better front, given that it was my birthday party and all. But clearly she was uncomfortable, and with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek, she fled out the door with Ryan in tow.

My heart went with her and so did my primary motivation for Public Ben to put on a good show. I started drinking a little more and quickly got quite buzzed. I’m normally a pretty happy, energetic drunk; but this night I started becoming just a little bit of a bitter drunk. And as my mood fell, the party’s mood started to fall as well. My Sophomore crew was already quite familiar with the awkward tension over the Ben/Dawn issue. But at least the Senior girls, not knowing what was going on, kept up the party attitude for a little while.

Things started winding down after that. Gwen and Robin seemed concerned for Dawn, and with apologies, they hugged me goodbye and then left. With the people he knew best gone, Bert then wished me a happy birthday and excused himself.

A few minutes later, the Seniors then got together to say goodbye. The innuendoes in Monique’s and Kerri’s voices implied that they wouldn’t mind giving me a more personal birthday present, but both girls glanced at Adrienne and left without actually propositioning me or anything. Dayna, Kevin, Julie, and Lloyd then said their goodbyes, and Brandi went along with them.

That just left me alone with Adrienne and Paige once again. Slightly tipsy, but not so drunk that my motor skills were impaired, I thanked the girls for doing this for me and then made to go back to my bedroom and pass out.

But Paige caught my arm and asked with a little giggle, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Huh?”

Adrienne soon latched onto my other arm. “Birthday’s not over yet.”

Of course, my mind instantly went to sex. I figured Paige and Adrienne were fixing to give me the “personal” birthday present that Monique and Kerri had not quite offered. Perhaps the two Seniors had specifically not offered because of some non-verbal cue from Adrienne to back off.

But at the moment, the last thing I wanted to do was have sex with Paige and Adrienne. Paige was still for the obvious reasons. I loved her, but not in that way; and I didn’t want to complicate our relationship by re-crossing the sex boundary. Taking Brandi’s advice to heart, I hadn’t even let her give me morning blowjobs since finding out Dawn was moving in with Ryan.

And with Adrienne, I was just feeling WAY too vulnerable. She’d offered me no-strings-attached sex a few times during the past week, complaining that SHE was horny and I wasn’t there for her. But I knew it would be very easy to rebound and re-latch onto Adrienne as a romantic love interest. And I was afraid that if I slept with her right now, I’d fall in love with her again and really fuck up the balance of the adoptive sibling relationship we’d both worked hard to achieve.

So even though I was a little drunk and more than a little bit horny, I started to say, “Girls, I appreciate the sentiment on my birthday and all, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for—”

“It’s not what you think, Tiger.” Adrienne squeezed my hand. Contrary to her words, however, she continued leading me to her bedroom.

“Well, not exactly what you think,” Adrienne clarified. “We get why you’ve been keeping out of our panties. Casual sex just wouldn’t really be ‘casual’ in your current state.”

“Not with us at least,” Paige pointed out, with more than a hint of innuendo in her voice. And she smirked impishly.

“Not with you?” I arched an eyebrow, glancing at the two girls.

“Happy Birthday, Tiger.” Adrienne just grinned and opened her bedroom door. The two girls shoved me through it, sending me stumbling into the room. And then before I could react, I heard the door slam shut again behind me.

Tipsy enough to be ... well... tipsy, it took me a second to regain my balance and look up. And then my eyes popped open and uncontrollably I muttered, “Holy shit!”

My eyes first locked onto a nice ass. The two hemispheres, bisected by the wafer-thin black strap of a thong, were almost too small. But there was just enough roundness and size to make it juicy and enticing. And the buttcheeks were a wonderful creamy white absent of any blemishes or stretch marks. Following upwards from that nice ass was a completely naked back, nothing but bare skin and the light definition of a spine and shoulder blades. There was no bra strap, and her jet black hair with blue streaks was pulled to the other side of her shoulder to make abundantly clear that there wasn’t even a halter top hiding at the back of her neck. So even though I couldn’t see her chest, I knew her tits were bare and the mere thought of them had me unconsciously salivating.

The instant I saw the blue streaks in her hair I knew exactly who she was. And if she was here, then of course SHE would be here as well. The second girl was facing me, wearing both lingerie top and bottoms unlike the first girl. The dark-haired second girl was not quite as skinny, with slightly bigger boobs and rounder hips. But her face was girlishly youthful, with big eyes and a bigger smile as she gleefully looked at me. Her great legs were crossed as she sat upright facing me, leaning back on her hands. Her purple lace panties were mostly see-thru, enough to prove she was shaven bare. The lace push-up bra thrust her nice tits at me. And while I watched, she leaned back just a little further on Adrienne’s bed so that her face was level with the first girl’s. And after saying in a husky voice, “Happy Birthday, Ben,” she turned and met the other girl’s lips in a soft Sapphic kiss that gave me an instant boner.

The first girl moaned into the second’s mouth as the two babes swapped spit and increased the intensity of their liplock. But no matter how hot the two of them looked making out, my eyes were drawn to the left where a third hot babe was dismounting the day bed.

“Hiii, Ben,” she purred as she sauntered up, wearing an emerald green teddy that presented her big D-cups for my viewing pleasure. Those big jugs were WAY out of proportion with the rest of her petite body, and they bounced nicely when she came to a stop in front of me. Her dark hair was just a bit lighter in color from the two jet black-haired babes still kissing on Adrienne’s bed, with almost an auburn hue to it. She looked up at me with large, expressive brown eyes. And her skin was nicely tanned, adding to her exotic subcontinental look. She grabbed the front of my shirt in her hands while rolling her eyes up and flashing me a naughty grin. “Three Deltas for your birthday. Appropriate, don’t you think?”

I nodded in agreement to Lakhi Sharma and looked over to the bed where Kelly Park and Jocelyn Canilao were still making out. I knew I’d told myself not to sleep with Adrienne again until I got my head on straight, but after setting me up with her Tri-Delt sorority sisters, I figured my adoptive sister deserved an explosive orgasm or two.

Or seven...

Meanwhile, Lakhi wrapped her arms around my neck and got up on her tiptoes to pull me into a hot kiss, her tongue darting into my mouth several times while she simultaneously moaned in arousal and giggled playfully. We french kissed for a few minutes, and then she stepped back to pull my shirt off. Afterwards, Lakhi’s nimble fingers were at my jeans and once they were open, she knelt to the floor, taking my jeans and boxers with her while my hard cock sprung out into the air.

I gasped when Lakhi sucked me into her mouth, bathing my cockhead with her tongue and jacking my shaft with just the right amount of force. I groaned and glanced over to where blue-streaked Kelly and jet black-haired Jocelyn were rolling around Adrienne’s bed together, Kelly now working off Jocelyn’s lace purple bra to get at those nice titties.

“How long have you guys been waiting in here?” I grunted down to Lakhi.

The Indian Tri-Delt rolled her eyes up to me and popped me out of her mouth long enough to say, “Just ten minutes or so. Paige let us in while you were distracted saying goodbye to the older girls. We thought about getting warmed up a bit more with each other, but we didn’t know exactly when Adrienne was going to bring you in.” Her eyes rolled over to the bed. “Joss and Kelly were fingering each other a bit though.”

I reached down and grabbed Lakhi’s hand, which had a couple of fingers glistening from way more than just my pre-cum. Bending over, I raised her fingers to my nose and took a sniff. And with a smirk I said, “They weren’t the only ones doing a little fingering.”

Lakhi giggled and then took her hand back. And without another word, she started tugging me over to the big bed.

Laughing like ... well, schoolgirls ... Kelly and Jocelyn reached up and grabbed my shoulders when Lakhi brought me into range. They tugged me onto my back and pulled me fully onto the bed. And then the three of them proceeded to attack me at the same time. Jocelyn went straight for my face, planting her lips onto mine and shoving her tongue down my throat. Kelly leaned over and inhaled my cock. And Lakhi simply reached in, fondling my balls with one hand while also reaching over between Jocelyn’s legs.

“Mmff!” Jocelyn squeaked into our kiss when Lakhi’s fingers suddenly arrived inside her pussy. She turned around to look back, and Lakhi curled a finger while indicating with her eyes back to my cock. Jocelyn took the hint and then slid over so that all three girls were hovering over my prick: Kelly to the left, Jocelyn to the right, and Lakhi between my legs. Both Kelly and Jocelyn were topless, their well-formed B-cups hanging downward with pretty pink nipples. Lakhi still had her teddy on; but bent over like she was, there was no fabric impeding my view of her big, swaying mounds.

One by one, the girls took turns sucking on me while fondling my testicles and legs with their hands. After being passed around a couple of times, Kelly and Jocelyn worked the sides of my shaft with their lips from opposite sides, occasionally kissing each other around my hunk of man meat. Giggling, they even managed to get all three of their mouths on me, with Lakhi sucking on top at the same time. And all too quickly I felt the urge to burst.

I hadn’t cum since my last load down Paige’s throat on Monday. It had been four days: an absolute eternity for me. That meant I had a massive load stored up inside me and my swollen balls felt like the size of grapefruits after all the attention my loins were getting from the three hot Tri-Delts.

I tried to warn them. Really, I did.

The phrase I tried to say was, “It’s gonna be a LOT!” What I actually grunted was more like “Itsh-gnnabe-OT!” And then there was no more time for words as my hips bucked and I felt the dam burst inside me.

All three girls were still over my prick when my balls contracted, and Lakhi was still cradling them in her hand as well. They all heard my unintelligible grunt and Lakhi confirmed it by exclaiming, “He’s cumming!” And then all three of them moved their faces side-by-side while Jocelyn aimed my cannon into the middle of them.

“Gggggghhh-GAH!” I grunted as the first volley finally flew out of me. My eyes rolled up into my head with the force of my climax and from then on, all I could see was the ceiling as I felt my hips bucking and my dick firing non-stop. The girls squealed and I felt my dick being pivoted left and right, still spurting out wad after wad of cum with all the force of a pressure-wash. And when the ejaculation finally stopped, I felt like melting right into the sheets.

“Oh-my-GAWD!” somebody exclaimed, and unable to resist, I picked my head up to survey the damage. All three girls were absolutely drenched in spunk, with strings of semen over their eyes, their cheeks, and actually dripping off of their faces to splatter back down onto my thighs. Lakhi’s left eye was painted shut. A big stalactite seemed to be hanging down from Kelly’s nose. And only Jocelyn, who’d had control of my joystick when it went off, seemed to have complete use of eyes, nose, and mouth, though she had quite a bit of spunk on her as well.

Jocelyn giggled, then turned and took a long lick at Lakhi’s cheek from jaw up past the Indian girl’s eye. Lakhi giggled and did the same thing to Kelly. And then I just sat back and smiled as the three girls started pressing against each other to lick the enormous volume of cum off each other’s faces.

My birthday party had already ended. But THIS birthday party was just getting started.

“Oh, gawd ... Oh, gawd, oh, gawd...”

The birthday orgy was ending much like it started, with me staring at Kelly Park’s fantastic ass. Compact, tight, and slender, she reminded me a bit of my own sisters, not a bad thing when talking about world-class asses. Only this time, there was no black thong bisecting her two hemispheres. No, the only thing between her cheeks was my dick, and even that was disappearing from view as inch after inch sank into the depths of Kelly’s rectum.

“Oh, gawd ... Oh, gawd, Oh, gawd...” she groaned again, tightening her handgrip with Jocelyn, who was lying directly beneath her.

“Relaxxx...” Jocelyn soothed, now rubbing Kelly’s buttcheeks instead of holding them apart, they way she’d been doing a minute earlier. “Kiss me, Kel.”

Kelly leaned in and pushed her lips against Jocelyn’s, moaning softly. Despite being the oldest of us all, Kelly was probably the least sexually experienced of anyone here. Having grown up with strict Korean parents, she’d been quite sheltered until arriving at Berkeley, a model Asian daughter.

Well, some friends had helped break her out of her shell and while she was far from a wild child, she’d certainly been exploring herself in the past couple of years. Some friends got her to join the Tri-Delts as a Sophomore. She’d streaked her hair blue and added the blue color-contacts. And even though Jocelyn was the sorority “little sister”, it seemed that the younger Filipina was doing more of the mentoring when it came to new sexual experiences.

For example: Kelly’s first anal.

The orgy had been running like normal; I was spreading the love amongst all girls present and sticking to mouths and pussies so as not to contaminate anything or slow us down. I’d already dropped a load in Jocelyn’s super-tight pussy, and while Kelly slurped it out of her, I was fucking Lakhi on the day bed when the Indian girl had demanded that I fuck her ass.

Lakhi’s legs were over my shoulders and she pulled me down to her, staring at me heatedly with those big brown eyes as she told me she’d tried it with both of her lovers since I took her anal virginity the night of the Halloween party. One guy just didn’t know what he was doing and had been unsuccessful. And the other experience simply didn’t satisfy her.

I found that surprising since Lakhi had taken to it so enthusiastically that night. But not really caring why, I let my body slump onto hers while stretching out to Adrienne’s nightstand to retrieve the KY. Two minutes later, we were back in a missionary position with Lakhi’s legs over my shoulders, only this time my cock was almost eight inches up her back door.

It ended much the same way the first time did. Lakhi’s body went into convulsions as if she were having an epileptic seizure. And she came so hard that she literally passed out before I finished, leaving me to rut into her unconscious body for a few seconds before erupting into her unresisting rectum while her head lolled limply to the side.

With one look at the blissful expression on Lakhi’s sleeping face, Jocelyn just HAD to have me do her next. The pretty Filipina ran fully naked outside to retrieve a soapy washcloth, and from the sounds through the open door, had a quick conversation with Paige and Adrienne. And leaving Lakhi to sleep on the day bed, we then reassembled with Kelly sitting up against Adrienne’s headboard, Jocelyn tonguing her pussy, and me slowly entering the pretty Tri-Delt freshman’s asshole from behind.

Unlike the other two, Jocelyn had some experience with anal before, though it wasn’t a regular thing. She took all seven-and-three-quarter inches like a trooper and started rhythmically pushing back at me with every thrust. I held onto the young girl’s hips, having to pull her body at me on each pump to get through her tight anal channel; but once she loosened up, I was able to reach forward and cup her swaying titties while she moaned and munched even harder on Kelly’s cunt.

Meanwhile, Kelly was almost in shock at seeing the second anal act of her life immediately after the first. The pretty Korean girl was already quite turned on from the earlier fucking and sucking. She had gotten even more aroused while her own sorority little sister was eating her out. And when I leaned forward to cup Jocelyn’s tits, the new position put my face right in front of Kelly while I grunted and panted and stared into her eyes with blazing lust.

With all those pleasurable feelings hammering her senses, watching me sodomize Jocelyn, and staring into my lust-filled eyes from up close and personal, Kelly got it in her head to try assfucking for the very first time.

Lakhi woke up midway through me fucking Jocelyn; and after I spent myself in Jocelyn’s bowels, it was Lakhi who retrieved a fresh soapy washcloth to first clean me up and then suck me up to a fourth erection. Jocelyn was unconscious again, my fingers bracketing her clit and then giving her a double-penetration just too much for her to handle. But Kelly joined Lakhi in nursing my cock, licking and fondling the weapon that would soon be taking her final cherry.

Then Jocelyn woke up and went bug-eyed at hearing what Kelly was planning. But little sister soon took to the idea and proceeded to help get the older girl prepared. Jocelyn moved up to kiss Kelly and whisper encouraging thoughts in her ear. Lakhi was nibbling at Kelly’s tits and caressing the Junior’s tender skin. And I took it upon myself to get between the Korean girl’s thighs and give her some oral attention while I lubed up and started stretching out her anus with my fingers.

Kelly hesitated twice. I was pressing a third finger through her sphincter and she was panicking that I wouldn’t fit. After all, despite being the oldest she was definitely the skinniest of the three girls present. But Jocelyn assured her I would fit and even got me to confirm I’d sodomized skinnier girls before. “I’ll bet you’ve even done little Paige,” Jocelyn commented with a gleam in her eye. “It’s a Catholic thing.”

Old habits die hard and I refused to talk about what I had or hadn’t done with Paige, reminding the girls that they wouldn’t want me talking about them, either. The Tri-Delts apparently shared all with each other, but the gossip about our sex sessions never went through me. Still, I did assure Kelly that I knew what I was doing.

So Jocelyn ended up flat on her back with Kelly kneeling over her. The two Asian babes kissed and caressed each other while I slid my cock into Kelly’s pussy from behind and fucked her slowly while she got used to the idea. Kelly hesitated for the second time, tensing up, and I pulled out and switched down to Jocelyn’s pussy for safekeeping while Kelly, Jocelyn, and Lakhi talked it all out. And then it was back up and into Kelly’s snatch while I worked two lubricated fingers into her ass in preparation for the main event.

I decided that having Kelly more or less unaware of the penetration would be ideal, and to that end I proceeded to drive her up to an orgasm. With Jocelyn’s pubic mound rubbing her clit from below, Jocelyn’s mouth on her mouth, and even Lakhi’s lips around her tits, Kelly was soon gasping and whimpering in heated arousal. She was still tense, anxious about the coming assfucking, but the pleasure was quickly overwhelming those feelings, and she seemed ready to blow.

But not yet. Any old orgasm wouldn’t do, I wanted Kelly to be shrieking with ecstasy when I invaded her butthole. And so I pulled her crotch off of Jocelyn’s pussy and slowed my pace down while Kelly whimpered, so close to a climax but not allowed to get there yet. Following my lead, Jocelyn and Lakhi similarly backed off.

The three of us drove Kelly up the proverbial wall and back twice more, and after the last near-miss Kelly stopped caring about what was to come. “Fuck me, dammit! Fuck me and let me cum!” she whined. “Ram it up my cunt! Shove it up my ass! Even try and stick it into my nostril! I don’t care, dammit! Let me cum!”

I looked down at Jocelyn and grinned. The Filipina girl smiled at me before grabbing Kelly’s head and pulling it out of the way while she suckled on the Korean girl’s neck. Lakhi moved her hand to Kelly’s crotch, expertly jilling off the older girl with one hand while playing with herself with the other. And my own hands were tightly gripping Kelly’s hips as I powered myself in and out of her with long strokes, touching off all of the slender girl’s inner nerves.

“Oh ... Oh ... FUUUUCK!” Kelly finally screamed as a massive orgasm swept through her. She threw her head back and howled at the ceiling while her whole body jerked, just once, violently enough to dislodge Lakhi’s fingers from her crotch.

But my hands tensed and I gripped her hips, locking them in place. I felt the clamping down of Kelly’s pussy, trapping me inside her. But the instant she started to relax as the wave of pleasure crested over to the other side, I pulled out, settled my cockhead into her pre-lubricated chute, and rammed forward.

“Oh, gawd!” Kelly exclaimed a few seconds later when she realized she already had four inches of cock up her ass. That was all I could get on the first lunge, the skinny girl turning out to be skinny throughout her body. Jocelyn reached around to spread Kelly’s asscheeks wider to assist in my entry. And while I pressed the rest of my cock into Kelly’s asshole she whimpered again, “Oh, gawd ... oh, gawd...”

“Relaxxx...” Jocelyn soothed, now rubbing Kelly’s buttcheeks instead of holding them apart, they way she’d been doing a minute earlier. “Kiss me, Kel.”

The two hot babes started to make out, Kelly’s forehead scrunched with tension. Lakhi slid back in alongside them, rubbing Kelly’s clit and sucking on her tit. And I retracted back before pushing forward to fully imbed my cock up this pretty girl’s anal chute once again.

Since it was my fourth erection, I knew I could last a long time. Fully fifteen minutes later, Kelly was slumped straight down on top of Jocelyn’s body, completely exhausted from her third orgasm of our anal fuck. Jocelyn caressed the older girl, nuzzling her cheek and stroking her head and back. And I’d lost track of Lakhi. I was too busy pumping my way in and out of Kelly’s amazingly tight asshole, straining down to my toes as I felt the orgasm welling up inside me. And finally, I held my pelvis right up against Kelly’s buttcheeks while I loosened my load, feeling it splash down against her innards.

“Nnngahhh...” I sighed and panted for breath, not realizing I’d been holding it. And I struggled to hold my weight off her with my hands, lest I crush both her and Jocelyn beneath me.

“Another virgin sacrifice before the master,” Adrienne’s voice rang out to the left of me.

I turned to the day bed to see the stunningly gorgeous blonde bombshell reclining against the wall, fully naked with her legs spread to the sides. Lakhi was stomach-down on the mattress with her face in Adrienne’s crotch, licking animatedly. And even Paige, pregnant belly and all, was sitting beside them, nursing at one of Adrienne’s massive melons.

Adrienne smirked and nodded to the girls slumped beneath me. “I know the timing isn’t right for us to sleep together yet, but Paige and I already cleaned up the party outside.” Her tongue popped out and ran across her lower lip. “Mind if we do a little, ah, ‘clean up’ in here?”

I arched an eyebrow and then smiled as I pulled myself out of Kelly’s stretched and abused asshole. Already I saw a glob of creamy jism bubbling to the surface.

Adrienne freed herself from the others, leaving Lakhi and Paige to entertain each other while coming over to me. With a peck on the cheek and then another quick one on the lips, Adrienne then smiled and knelt down, eagerly moving in to hoover my cum out of Kelly’s ass.

It had been a GREAT birthday.

DAWN

Why the FUCK is Ben happy? How can he be happy at a time like this? Doesn’t he know that he’s losing me? Doesn’t he realize that everything we dreamed of together is falling apart?

I glared across the room, watching Ben joke around with Adrienne, Paige, and Gwen. Technically, we met up every day at my apartment to finish homework. But Friday afternoons were almost never about homework since we all figured we could procrastinate through the weekend. Books were pushed aside while Ben made some wild hand gestures, waggling his head as if re-enacting something he’d seen earlier in the day. And in the end, he had all three girls belly laughing before he reached over and rubbed Gwen’s knee suggestively, cracking another joke that sent the skanky blonde into a tizzy.

Yeah, I called her “skanky”. What, was SHE fucking Ben again, too? I gritted my teeth together. Get a grip, Dawn. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted? For Ben to happily move on? You chose Ryan and because you still loved Ben, you didn’t want to see him so morose and upset, right? You wanted what was best for him, right? Well, you got your wish.

I had gotten my wish. I’d realized I didn’t want to deal with the constant drama that seemed fated to surround Ben at every turn. I loved him as a friend, and as a friend I wanted him to be happy. And for some reason, through the whole week since his birthday Ben had been walking with an extra spring in his step. I knew what it meant: Ben was having sex again. He’d gone abstinent after finding out I was moving in with Ryan, but sometime after Ryan and I left his birthday party early, he’d gotten laid. And from the looks of things, he was continuing to get laid. Was it Adrienne? She made the most sense of course. Was it Paige? Had he worked out his hang-ups about leading her on? Then of course, those sorority sluts were visiting again. I figured Robin was safe since she was playing video games with Bert instead of fawning all over Ben. But was he even bagging Gwen now?

Fuck!

Face it, Dawn. You hated to see him miserable but a part of you secretly LIKED it. Seeing him miserable validated that he loved you and missed you and wanted to be with you. And once he couldn’t have you anymore his whole world tanked. A part of you selfishly relished that.

[THUNK]

I looked down and realized I’d cut through the carrot a little harder than necessary, driving the very sharp knife a little bit into the cutting board. Ryan picked his head up and looked over at me. “You okay, babe?”

“Yeah,” I replied dimly. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Then I turned back to my boyfriend. “You really don’t have to help me. I told you I was making this dinner FOR you.”

“Then I’m helping FOR you, okay?” My gorgeously handsome man flashed a perfect smile at me, the kind of smile that made girls all over campus swoon. He really was the perfect guy. And I knew then that I was making the right choice.

Really: drama-filled playboy with dozens of sluts constantly worming their way into his pants, or handsome gentleman who adores you and only you?

I was making the right choice...

But then why was I still feeling... off?

BEN

“I still can’t believe you actually called me,” DJ gushed one more time into the phone. I’d lost track of how many times she’d already said it.

“I promised I would, didn’t I? At camp. And today is April 16th.” I grinned and then looked across the room. My friends were getting up from the table, ready to make their exit. “Anyways, I gotta go. We’re heading out.”

“Okay,” DJ sighed. “And thanks, Ben.”

“Of course. Happy 18th birthday, Deej.”

“You still owe me a present,” she giggled. “And you know exactly what I want.”

I chuckled. We then said our goodbyes and hung up. I met my friends at the door, and the group of us then went through our own goodbyes.

“See you later, guys.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

The six of us left the diner, Bert, Robin, and Gwen heading one way while Adrienne, Paige, and I went the other. Since, for the moment, not ONE of us was currently dating, we’d decided to all grab dinner together on this Friday night. Dawn and Ryan were having their own private at-home thing.

It wasn’t very far away to our house, and once we hit the sidewalk, I reached out with my left arm and looped it through Adrienne’s, pulling her to my side. Then I did the same to Paige on my right; and arm-in-arm, the three of us jaunted toward home.

“You’re in a good mood,” Adrienne drawled with a little smile.

“You arrange some sort of hookup on the phone?” Paige giggled from the other side.

“I got all the ‘hookups’ I need right here.” I grinned, squeezed Adrienne’s arm, and reached my right hand down to fondle Paige’s ass.

“Hey, hey, don’t start something you’re not gonna finish.” Paige waggled a finger at me. “S’not fair to mess with a girl with pregnancy hormones.”

Instantly my mood turned a little serious. “Sorry,” I said slowly while consciously raising my hand back up so that our arms were hooked together again.

We walked along in awkward silence for another minute before I spoke up. “Look, Paige, I’m really sorry about the way I’ve been acting for the last few weeks. I took advantage of you when you were at a really low point after Spring Break, and the last thing I want to do is lead you on.”

“You’re not leading me on,” she replied off-hand.

“I am. I was confused that first day and we had sex. Then there were the, ah, morning wakeups for another week. Everything stopped for a little while when I got depressed and all. But I know I’ve started flirting and teasing you again this past week. Like you said: it’s not fair to mess with you, pregnancy hormones or not.”

Paige sighed and squeezed my arm. “You’re not leading me on,” she repeated. “’Leading me on’ would imply you haven’t made clear exactly what your position is on me; you have. I know that you love me and care about me; just not in a romantic way. I know that any sexual contact that happens between us is strictly physical. And I’ve accepted that no matter how much of a fantasy it may be to marry you and raise this child together, that’s not reality. I’m your friend. And while I’m still in love with you — and a part of me hopes beyond all hope that you’ll change your mind — I think I’ve realized that’s all I’ll ever be.”

Adrienne leaned forward to look around me, about as surprised by Paige’s declaration as I was. All three of us stopped and I let go of Adrienne to turn and take Paige’s hand.

“You serious, Red?” I asked hesitantly.

Paige took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. She smiled up at me wanly and canted her head to the side. Then she nodded while answering, “Yeah...” She sounded like she was telling herself as much as she was telling us.

“That’s very ... mature ... of you,” I said slowly.

Paige shrugged and looked down, patting her belly. “Well, between this basketball on my belly and my parents, I’ve gotten a few shots of ‘the real world’ injected into me. If going through all this doesn’t mature me, nothing will.”

“But why? If I was really in love, I’m not sure I could do the same thing.”

“Aren’t you?” Paige waved back toward Dawn’s and Ryan’s apartment. “You love her, don’t you? And you still picked Option One: you love her so much that you let her go. I’d just be a hypocrite if I gave you that advice and then didn’t take it myself.”

I shrugged.

“And look at you,” Paige waved. “It took some time but you’re moving on. You’ve been happy.”

“Don’t have much of a choice but to move on at this point,” I sighed. Then I smirked at Paige. “But of course, there’s that hope beyond all hope. I still love Dawn. I think I always have. And if she ever came back to me and told me she wanted to get back together, to find out what we could mean to each other again, I’d take her back in a heartbeat. Even after everything that’s gone down between us, I’d take her back. She’s my soulmate, you know?”

Paige sighed and looked down. “I know. That’s why I’m backing off. You could never love me the way I’d want you to until you got her out of your system.”

I pinched my lips, looked down, and nodded. Looking pensively back in the direction of the apartment, I took another deep breath and then finally brought my eyes down to Paige. “Well, I don’t mean to lead you on, but that may be sooner than you think.”

Paige seemed to brighten at that. She coyly reached out for my hands again. But just as her fingers closed around mine, Adrienne cleared her throat and stepped up, putting a hand on my shoulder. “I’m sorry to interrupt. But Ben, I think we need to talk.”

When we got back to the house, Adrienne quickly directed me toward my bedroom. Paige made to follow, but Adrienne stopped her with a hand and a sharp look. “I’m sorry, Red, but this is really private.”

Paige pouted for a moment, looking hurt that Adrienne was cockblocking (pussy-blocking?) her just when things were starting to look positive. But then Paige showed her developing maturity by accepting the situation, nodding, and then turning away. She headed into Adrienne’s bedroom, likely to change and take a shower. Most of her gear was in there since she’d been sleeping on Adrienne’s day bed the last couple of weeks instead of with me.

Adrienne then sat me down on my bed before grabbing my desk chair and pulling it up next to the bed. She leaned forward, planting her elbows on her knees while looking at me seriously. My eyes uncontrollably yo-yoed down to her cleavage spilling out of the scoop-neck top. She just waited until she had my focus again and then said seriously, “I told Dawn I wouldn’t tell you this. She asked me to swear not to. And while I didn’t quite swear, I didn’t say otherwise; so she could very likely get really, really pissed off at me for telling you this. But while she’s my friend, I’m on YOUR side, okay?”

I blinked a couple of times. Girls were pretty sensitive about betrayal and I felt my pulse quickening before Adrienne had even told me anything. I just nodded and motioned for her to continue.

She took a big deep breath and wrung her hands together. Then flicking her eyes up to me, Adrienne said plainly, “Dawn’s still in love with you.”

I blinked in surprise, not expecting her to say that. Then I furrowed my eyebrows and said, “Excuse me?”

Adrienne sighed and explained. “When she got back from Spring Break, Dawn was waiting here for you. She was going to ask you if you still loved her and wanted to give your relationship another chance. She was ready to break up with Ryan. She wanted YOU.”

I blinked rapidly. “Wait, WHAT?”

Adrienne’s face softened and she bit her lip. “The timing just didn’t work out. You left straight for Cadence and she didn’t get the chance to tell you. Then when you came back, Paige was already here. And then the two of you fell asleep together and you two, ah, got busy...”

My mouth gaped open in horror as the day came back to me. I remembered the weird look in Dawn’s eyes after she told me about Bert and Robin breaking up. Then I remembered how she’d started to tell me something before Paige hopped out of the kitchen and into my lap.

I’d beaten myself up for missing other opportunities, but this one SUCKED. “Holy shit...” I turned and groaned, my eyes wide. My hands went up to my head and I squeezed my brain like a lemon. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

“Ben, you’ve got to DO something.”

“Like what?” I felt moisture forming in my eyes. “Don’t you get it? I MISSED my opportunity. I used to think that fate would always bring us back together, but it looks like fate made sure we DIDN’T get back together.”

“Ben, seriously!” Adrienne admonished.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to be calm. “What can I do? She chose Ryan.”

“Because he’s safe. Because she’s scared of all your drama. But she still loves you. And you love her. And you two fucking BELONG together, okay?”

I frowned and stared away, trying to focus on something productive. But I ended up with my brain still spinning from the revelations Adrienne had just given me.

“It’s not too late,” Adrienne insisted. “She’s rebounding with Ryan just as much as you did with DJ after me. She’s latching onto him without understanding what she’s getting herself into. She still loves you. And you’ve got to get to her before she convinces herself otherwise.”

She loves me ... She still loves me ... She wanted me BACK ... Oh, I’ve been SUCH an idiot! I stood up and took a deep breath. “Okay. I’m going over there.” I turned and started heading out.

“Whoa, whoa!” Adrienne grabbed my hand and pulled me back. “Right now?”

I blinked and set my jaw. “Yes, right now.”

“What? You’re going to crash their date? Don’t you think you should stop and think about this before you run off half-cocked?”

I looked Adrienne seriously and said, “You just told me that Dawn, MY Dawn, still loves me and wanted me back. You just said I had to get to her before she convinces herself otherwise. Well, maybe tonight is the night she convinces herself. And if I don’t get over there and crash their date, I may lose her forever.”

“Ben, we need to think about this and figure out what you need to do. At least wait a few minutes. It’s already been weeks since she agreed to move in with him. I don’t think another few minutes will make or break this relationship.”

I squeezed Adrienne’s hand where she was still holding me back. “I need to go,” I intoned seriously. “I can feel it. The universe tells me that Dawn and I belong together, and that the time is NOW.”

“How can you know?”

I stared right at Adrienne, my adoptive sister, ex-girlfriend, and best friend right now. I put all the weight of conviction, desire, and true love into my gaze. And I told her, “I just know.”

My cell phone blared to life, and Adrienne’s eyes popped open WIDE as she recognized the ring tone. We both recognized it, having heard it so many times. It was my special ring tone for Dawn.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket, flipped it open, and thumbed a few buttons. I quickly scanned the screen and then turned the phone around to show it to Adrienne. Upon seeing it, she gasped and covered her gaping mouth with her right hand.

It was a text message from Dawn: Ben, I NEED you. Come to the apartment. Hurry!

DAWN

“Don’t you think you should tell your parents by now?” Ryan asked after swallowing his most recent bite of steamed vegetables. He tried to look blasé about the whole thing, but there was a tension in his forearms as he cut off the next slice of steak from his plate.

I sighed. “I told you: I’m just waiting until we’ve got the location settled. Don’t worry, I’m still moving with you. It’s not like it’s going to be much different than me splitting an apartment with you here. They’re probably expecting you to live with me up here and commute to wherever, so it’s just a location change to them. Heck, Fremont is a lot closer to home.”

“So if it’s not a big deal, why won’t you tell them?”

I just sighed and shook my head, focusing on my meal. I didn’t want to argue with him on this point. I guess it was because I knew deep down that I hadn’t totally accepted the idea myself just yet. And once I told my parents, it would really be REAL. I’d be leaving Berkeley, leaving my friends...

... and leaving Ben.

This whole thing had just snowballed. One minute, I was in love with Ben and ready to ask him to take me back. The next, I was angry at him. And before I’d even realized it myself, I’d told Ryan I would move away with him.

It was all so much bigger than just moving to a different city. Everyone, everyone, knew that this was a big commitment to Ryan. I thought he deserved it from me. But the more I thought about it, the more I kept wondering if I wasn’t making a mistake. Maybe Adrienne was right. Maybe I was overreacting.

But how could I take it back now?

I wouldn’t take it back. Ryan deserved this, deserved me. I appreciated him; I really did. And just like agreeing to move away with him was a sign of commitment, telling my parents that I was moving away would be a sign that I truly meant it.

Telling my parents, my sisters, and by extension Ben’s family, that I was moving away, would be announcing to all of them that Ben and I were done. Childhood best friends, and hopefully friends in the future, but nothing more.

I put my fork down and reached across the table, covering Ryan’s left hand with my right. He looked up at me, his sterling blue eyes shining. And I told him sincerely, “I’ll call them tomorrow.” I took a deep breath, looked him in the eye, and repeated, “I’ll call them tomorrow.”

Ryan cracked a wide smile, his handsome features softening to make him look a little bit more like a giddy boy who just found out he was getting a dirt-bike for Christmas. I smiled back and patted his hand, coming to terms with my decision.

Ryan would learn, with time, how to read me the way Ben could. Ryan would learn how to push my buttons. Ryan would love me just as much as Ben could if I he only had the opportunity. He certainly had the desire.

Moisture formed in my eyes as I rubbed his hand. And then softly I said, “Tell me how much I mean to you.”

He smiled and looked down for a brief moment. Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring, he would love me forever, if I only gave him that chance.

I slowly let myself fall back across the bed, my left arm over my naked breasts to cover them coyly while my right arm flung straight back, far enough that my hand bumped against the headboard.

Ryan, clad only in his boxer briefs, followed me up the bed. He paused to kiss my inner thigh, pecked my pussy right through my panties, and then moved up to my belly button. I stubbornly resisted when he tried to move my arm off my tits, giggling playfully. And then I finally pulled my left arm away and let my man slide further up to get at my globes of fun.

Surprisingly, he didn’t linger very long. One quick peck for each nipple and then he was up to my face, tilting his head and meeting me in a sweet kiss. Leveraging himself on his arms over me, he moved further up until his package was rubbing against my panty-clad crotch. His head was directly over me, so that my vision was filled with my man’s bulk so I could literally feel his masculine presence even though he was barely touching me. We kissed again, and then again, and then he pushed himself up over me, staring at me with a look of wonder in his eyes.

I batted my eyelashes coquettishly, encouraging him to take me a little more firmly, but he blinked and a new light came into his eyes. “Dawn, babe. I want to do something a little different.”

“Oh?”

He took a deep breath and looked away, but then came back to me with a new intensity in his gaze. “I want to tie you up.”

I arched an eyebrow and smirked, feeling a flush spread through my body. I normally wasn’t one for bondage, my only real experiences being on the dom side. But on this night, I was in a mood to give myself to my man. “Kinky,” I giggled.

He smiled upon getting the positive reaction, and I heard his breathing speed up as he continued. “I want to blindfold you. And then, I want you to talk me through everything. I want you to tell me what you want me to do. I want you to show me how to please you, all by touch. I’ll cover your eyes. Close your ears if you can. Just feel what I’m doing to you and tell me what you want. Your every greatest desire, Dawn, I want to give you. Ask me to do anything, even, ah ... well...” he stammered and trailed off. “Even the things you think I might not be comfortable with. For this night at least, I’ll do anything for you.”

Ryan spoke to me with such obvious sincerity and love that I couldn’t help but reach up and grab his head, pulling his face down to me so that we could kiss again. A shiver ran up my spine, followed by a tingle of happy pleasure. This could work. This could really work. Ryan could really make me happy forever.

We didn’t have any actual bondage gear. But I had a collection of handkerchiefs that I often used in my hair, farm-girl style. After retrieving those, Ryan proceeded to tie my wrists to the bars in the headboard. A dark blue handkerchief was double-folded and went over my eyes. And then Ryan stepped back from the bed to admire my almost naked body splayed out before him.

Like I said, I wasn’t normally one for bondage, but the moment had my skin tingling and my pussy wet. Just knowing that my big, strong man was lustfully staring at my nakedness sent a surge of energy through my limbs, and I deliberately jiggled my chest and raised my knees into the air while spreading my legs apart, inviting him to return to me.

The panties went first. I lifted my hips into the air to let him drag them off me and up my legs. Cool air met the moist heat emanating off my pussy, and I wriggled my hips in invitation to touch me. More than that, I wanted him to eat me. And then I wanted him to fuck the shit out of me.

“Tell me what you want, babe,” Ryan told me. “I’ll do anything for you.”

“Kiss me.”

He did.

“Suck my tits.”

He did.

“Play with my pussy.”

He did.

But simple directions weren’t what he wanted. His lips were against my ear soon enough, and he encouraged me, “More. Tell me softer. Tell me harder. Tell me in detail what you want me to do to you.”

I panted and nodded. It took me a few seconds to think and then I told him, “Kiss me again. Softly, rub your lips against mine from left to right. Softer ... softer ... mmm...” I sighed. “Rub your nose against mine, playfully, tenderly. And then flick your tongue against my teeth before pushing it into my mouth.”

It took a few seconds to get down, but Ryan was doing what I wanted. He was kissing me just right, and by the time his tongue pushed into my mouth, I was heating up with increasing passion, tugging my arms against the handkerchiefs. One of them even came loose — after all, it was just a handkerchief — but Ryan moved up and quickly re-tied me before coming back and kissing me once again.

I moaned into his mouth and he moaned while pressing his chest against mine. And then I told him to move lower. “Kiss your way down my neck, little butterfly kisses until you get to my breasts. Fondle them in your hands and run your thumbs against the crease below my breasts. I love that. They’re so sensitive. Mmm...” I moaned as he did as I asked.

“Suck them, gently. Swirl your tongue around my nipples and bare your teeth for just a brief moment. Oh ... A little more gently. Just a little ... Ah...”

For the next thirty minutes, Ryan took a Dawn-guided tour of my body. He kissed every square inch of me, ran his fingers along all those spots as well, and brought me to two painfully-stretched out but delicious orgasms. I felt like I was constantly telling him to push his finger a little deeper into my cunt, or nibble on my nipple just a little harder, or wrap his tongue around my clit and suck as hard as he possibly could. By the end of the half-hour, I was sweaty and soaked, gasping for air.

And I wanted to CUM.

The second of the two orgasms had happened almost fifteen minutes ago. Ryan had me primed but wouldn’t let me go over the edge, the one thing he refused me even though I was supposedly giving the orders. And just as I was FINALLY about to cum, he abruptly pulled away and said, “Gimme a minute.” And then before I realized it, he was sliding a vibrator into my pussy and thumbing it on.

I jerked when the buzzing hit me. Ryan knew where my stash of toys was, but we rarely added them to our lovemaking. My man was all I really wanted, given the choice, especially since the vibrator wasn’t nearly as big as his actual cock. The only thing it had going for it was that it could vibrate, but this close to orgasm, I desperately craved something more. And Ryan had the damn thing on its lowest setting, giving me a pleasant throb but nothing strong enough to push me over the edge.

So when I felt Ryan getting off the bed, I jerked my arm again to free myself from a handkerchief so that I could reach down and finish myself off.

“No, Dawn,” Ryan said sternly. “No hands.” He quickly re-tied me, and I whimpered while the buzzing sound in my pussy filled my ears.

He was actually gone for more than a minute. It might have been five. It might have been fifteen. All I know is that it felt like an eternity, blindfolded, my body SCREAMING with need while that fucking vibrator just kept humming inside my cunt, not letting me relax, but not letting me cum, either.

“Ryan...” I whimpered after a long while. “Please...”

“Just a minute, babe,” he replied in the distance.

I whimpered again, but then thankfully he climbed back onto the bed shortly after. His lips were on me and I kissed him with a fierce passion as I pleaded, “No more games. Blindfolded, not blindfolded, I don’t care anymore. I need you inside me, babe.”

“Soon, Dawn. Soon,” he rasped back at me. And then I felt his hand on the vibrator beneath me, slowly gliding it in and out.

“No ... I need YOU. I need a real, live COCK in me, baby...” I complained.

“Soon...” he replied.

I winced and turned my head to the side, focusing inward on the feeling of the vibrator sliding in and out of my body too slowly too get me off but with just a bit more intensity than it staying still. My breathing was shallow and I squirmed with my hips, trying to get even more sensations for my hyper-stimulated body. And that’s when I felt the new touch. A small probe, lubricated, touched against my asshole. I went rigidly still, concentrating on the feeling. And after the initial surprise, I consciously relaxed and let it in.

I was amazed that Ryan was doing this. He’d long been skittish about anything remotely resembling anal sex. I certainly couldn’t go anywhere near his asshole. He considered it “gay”, especially considering all the homosexual people around us here in Berkeley. Actually, he wasn’t really a fan of lesbians, either, which was why I hadn’t had a female lover in a long, looong time, not counting the one night with Adrienne after Spring Break.

Usually, Ryan also didn’t want to go near my asshole, and to feel what felt like his finger worming through my anus had me trembling with excitement. Even though he’d promised me he’d do anything tonight, I never really planned to ask him to do this.

“Ohmigawd, Ryan...” I cooed and felt the digit slide a little deeper. I knew it really was a finger this time, because I felt the rest of his hand cupping my asscheek while his other hand held my leg up to give him access.

“Do you remember the first time we had sex, Dawn?” He asked softly. “I remember like it was yesterday. Thanksgiving Weekend. My house. Stanford versus Notre Dame.”

“Mmm...” I moaned as Ryan slid his finger all the way into me and then resumed pumping the vibrator slowly in and out of my pussy.

“You fucked me. You fucked me and then let me cum in your mouth. It was the sexiest, most erotic moment of my life. And then immediately after, you got to live YOUR fantasy. Do you remember?”

I remembered. With Ryan’s finger in my ass and the vibrator humming in my pussy, I definitely remembered. But I didn’t answer. I waited for Ryan to say it.

“You fucked us both at the same time,” Ryan intoned hypnotically. “You pushed me onto the couch, sat on my dick, then reached back and spread your own asscheeks for him. Do it now. Do it again, Dawn.” He pulled away from me, freeing my hands, and then took hold of my hips, flipping me over onto all fours. He pulled me to the edge of the bed, squatting in a frog position, still blindfolded. Reaching down, he started pumping the vibrator in and out of my pussy again. And in that same hypnotic voice, he said, “Spread your cheeks baby.”

Groaning, I bent over and lay my cheek on the mattress. Quivering with need, my arms were shaking as I reached back and grabbed my buttcheeks with my hands and spread them wide. And then Ryan’s fingers were in my ass again, lubing me up, coating me and making me ready. I hadn’t felt a cock up my ass in YEARS, and only Ben’s dick had ever done it to me.

“For one night, you get to have us both,” Ryan said softly. “Imagine I’m in your pussy, babe. Imagine I’m sitting beneath you, back on the couch in my parents’ house. You’re impaled on my prick, feeling it pulsing deep inside your loins as you anxiously await Ben’s cock up your ass. Because I won’t do it. You know I don’t like that. But for you, on this night, you can have Ben’s cock up your ass again.”

“Oh, gawd...” My mind was racing. Why was Ryan doing this? Was it the only way he could wrap his head around buttfucking me? Was it the only way he could feel like what he was doing wasn’t “gay”? That it wasn’t him doing it? That it was Ben? I closed my eyes and humped the vibrator, moving my whole body back and forth, feeling it burrowing into my pussy while still holding my buttcheeks open wide.

Ryan was silent for a minute while I processed all this, just holding the vibrator in position while I slowly rocked back and forth against it. But then he said firmly. “Ben’s here, babe.” And then he leaned down, husking into my ear, “Plead for Ben’s cock, babe. Say it. Ask him to fuck your ass.”

I hesitated for a few seconds, not really wanting to go there. Ryan recalling our first time together, culminating in my one and only ever double-penetration was one thing. Telling me, here and now, to plead for Ben was something else.

“Plead for him. Tell him you want him, babe. I know you do. I know you still think about it sometimes. Tell him to fuck your ass.”

“Fuck my ass, Ben,” I said softly. “Fill me up, baby.”

“Louder, babe.” I felt Ryan’s lubricated fingers trailing over my anus. He started moving the vibrator in my pussy again. He whispered into my ear again, “My cock’s in your cunt. You need one more. I need to hear it.”

“Fuck my ass, Ben,” I repeated, a little louder. “Please, Ben. Please? I want it.”

“Again, Dawn. Mean it. Tell him how long you’ve gone without getting sodomized. I don’t think he’s convinced to do it.”

“Please, Ben. I’ve missed you so much.” I lost myself to the fantasy. I swore I could actually feel Ben waiting just behind me while Ryan sat beneath me. Ryan was fucking me and I still spread my buttcheeks for Ben. “Please, Ben! I haven’t felt a cock in my ass since the last summer when we were together. That’s almost two years!”

“I don’t think he’s sure he can do this to you. He’s worried about upsetting me.”

“Ryan’s right here, Ben. He’s approving and he’s watching and I need your cock, Ben! We’ve done this before ... I NEED this. I NEED you. Please!”

“More Dawn. Tell him what you want, the same way you told me how to please you just a few minutes ago. Tell him, Dawn! Tell him!”

“Please, Ben! Please! Fuck my ass! Grab my hips and grip them tight! Use your hand to fist your dick and press it against my little rosebud! Hold me and yank me back against you! I surrender to you! Don’t you remember? Take me! I surrender to you! It’s yours! I’M yours! Take my asshole and fill me up! Hammer my poor body and— UGH!”

I grunted and was shoved forward against the mattress as I felt a cock roughly plunge through my gaping asshole. It only got a few inches before being stopped by my tightness. After all, I hadn’t had anything in there in a LONG time. It almost felt like the first time, back at camp when I was seventeen and Ben took my anal virginity.

“Oh, Ben!” I whimpered. “Take me! Take me!”

“Ugghhh!” he groaned. I swore it even sounded like Ben.

“Fuck me, Ben! This mouth! This cunt! This ass! They’re yours whenever you want them! FUCK! FUCK!”

“Oh, Dawn!” he grunted once his dick was fully imbedded deep inside my bowels.

“Again! Ben! Fuck me! Fuck my ass!” I screamed, now fully lost to the fantasy. I dreamed it was really Ben behind me, pumping his big, beautiful dick in and out of my tight asshole that hadn’t been stretched in almost two years. I imagined his turgid cock, throbbing and hot, battering aside my anal walls as he filled me up then retreated only to fill me up again.

Now, Ben, I thought hard. I’m so close. Squeeze my tits. Pinch my nipples. Do it! Now!

He did. I groaned gutturally as his strong hands clamped onto my swaying tits, squeezing them until his thumbs and forefingers worked up to my nipples and pinched them oh-so-perfectly, with just the right pressure.

Hold your cock at full depth and circle it around my walls to stretch me out. Do it! Now!

He slammed into me, his pelvis sealing tightly against my asscheeks, holding himself there and pivoting his hips to stretch me out even wider, letting me feel the filled sensation continue on and on and on. Oh, it was so perfect!

“Fuck me ... fuck me...” I grunted. My voice changed in pitch a bit. I was imagining Ryan beneath me, thrusting into my cunt, and I wanted him to fuck me harder. It didn’t make sense, because I knew there wasn’t really a person down there. But still I wanted more stimulation in my pussy to truly complete the double-penetration.

And then I felt it. Someone thumbed the vibrator to a higher setting, and even while Ben continued his short thrusts into my ass, he was also pumping the vibrator in and out of my cunt at the same time, pulling it out every now and again to let it pulse against my clit and send me into spastic shudders. Oh, how did he know? How could he make me feel so good? When I wanted it deeper in my cunt, he pivoted it and slammed it all the way into me. How are you reading my mind?

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned. “You’re gonna make me cum! I’m gonna cum with your cock in my ass! Fuck me! Fuck me! Holy SHIT!”

That last exclamation came when he pulled the vibrator out again and pressed it directly against my clit. Ben wrapped his left arm around my waist, pinning me against him while he made short, rapid thrusts through my sphincter, clearly close to blowing his lid as well. And my whole body went into uncontrollable spasms as a gloriously massive orgasm absolutely detonated inside of me.

“I’M CUMMING!” I howled. “I’M CUMMING!”

“ARRRGHHH!” Ben roared into my ear, the sound of his voice making me even more aroused and truly sending me into orgasmic orbit. He held out just long enough, continuing to pump me, stoking the flames of my orgasm higher and higher. And with perfect timing, right when I felt my orgasm waning I felt the first jets of spunk splattering against my insides, coating my bowels with creamy cum and giving me such blissful feelings that I promptly shuddered and came again.

“AAAAAAHHH!!!” I screamed.

“AAAAAAHHH!!!” Ben screamed.

And together we thrashed on the bed, me squirting out copious amounts of girlcum around the still buzzing vibrator in my cunt and Ben squirting out a gallon of sperm into the depths of my now lewdly-stretched asshole.

My legs had held on just long enough, but now they buckled and I collapsed flat on my belly. Come with me, Ben, I thought. Come hold me, cuddle me, and smother me in your welcome weight.

He came with me, his chest pressing down against my naked back, his dick still lodged in my anus as it slowly deflated. Come kiss-

Before I could finish the thought, his lips were at the back of my neck, tender and sweet.

Rub my arms-

He was already caressing my biceps.

Love me forever.

“I love you, my Dawn,” Ben husked right into my ear, his voice unmistakable.

My eyes went wide as I realized that this was no fantasy. It really WAS Ben on top of me with his cock in my ass.

“I’ve loved you always and I’ll love you forever,” he groaned sincerely. “I’m yours. I’ll always be yours. Please take me back.”