An Ordinary Teenage Sex Life

Chapter 16: Casual Sex

“Unnnnnh! Ohhhhhh! Unnnnnh!” The hot brunette before me had been whining and whimpering constantly for the past fifteen minutes.

I held myself balls deep inside the tight, clenching pussy. With my hands gripping her slender hips, I ground my pelvic bone against her asscheeks and pivoted my cock inside her, stretching out her vaginal walls.

Her head hung down between her shoulder blades in this doggy-style position, her silky brown hair cascading down to the mattress and revealing the creamy skin of her neck. And since I wasn’t presently pounding her body and throwing her off-balance, she was able to support herself on just her right arm while her left hand rubbed insistently at her own clit.

And from the combination of my thick cock rubbing her insides and her own manual manipulations, Stacey Whitehouse, wealthy and beautiful Senior babe, started her orgasm.

Her back bowed into a reversed arch, her belly heading towards the bed while her shoulders went rigid, and she thrust her ass up against me. She tossed her head back, sending that mane of dark hair flying into the air, and her scream was loud enough that the maids would have no doubt what was occurring inside their employer’s daughter’s bedroom.

I kept rotating my dick while she spasmed. And towards the tail end of her climax, I re-started pumping my shaft in and out of her. Stacey’s hips bucked and heaved against me as her orgasm played out, and then she let her arms collapse as she dropped down to the bed, only her ass held upright by my cock currently skewering her cunt.

She managed to balance on her knees long enough for me to thrust my way up to the edge of my own climax, and as I felt the pressure building, I grunted out my warning. “I’m gonna cum, Stacey.”

It was part of the routine. She was protected, but her parents had drilled into her the dangers of getting knocked up when she had such a high net worth, and so she never let a boy cum inside her pussy, period. If he did, that would be the last time he ever touched her. I didn’t mind. There were plenty of other places to leave my deposits.

Stacey thrust against me twice more, not yet willing to give up the full sensations, but then she leaned away from me until my dick popped free and she flopped around onto her back. I hurriedly scooted forward on my knees until I was straddling her chest; and she quickly seized my cock in her left hand and began stroking me in earnest.

“Cum on me, Ben,” Stacey urged in that alluring accent. “Cum all over my naked body.” I LOVED the way she pronounced ‘body’ like ‘bohd-dee’.

As the pleasure overwhelmed me, I looked down to see the pretty brunette with perfect makeup and grooming tilt her head back and open her mouth gaping wide. It was such an inviting target, and with a low grunt I let my first wad fly.

Her aim was slightly off from her jacking motions, and the first string of cum lanced across her nose and down across her upper lip. But the second shot went straight in, and the third. And then smiling broadly as she swallowed, Stacey let her head fall back against the mattress and she continued jerking me, letting the rest of my jism dribble out and splatter over her neck and tits while she bathed herself in my cream shower.

Five minutes and a couple of washcloths later, I was fully dressed and Stacey wrapped herself in a silky, sheer robe. She escorted me to the front doors of her personal suite, and when she opened them, a maid was already waiting in the hallway.

“Ma’am,” the maid bowed to Stacey and then handed me a Gatorade. The maid had come prepared after the last few visits.

Then the maid turned to me. “Will there be anything else, sir?”

Stacey chuckled. “No, I think he got everything he came for.”

I smiled in agreement.

Stacey sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. “When can you visit again?”

I thought over my schedule and Stacey’s typical intervals. She usually wanted to get fucked every four or five days or so. It was a Saturday so I suggested, “How about Thursday?”

Stacey smiled and then leaned in to peck me on the lips. “See you then!”

The maid then escorted me out. Just another routine afternoon.

Brooke met me by the door when I came in. She took one look at me and then obviously sniffed the air. She was wearing just a thin cotton top and I swore I could see some dents forming above the mounds of her growing breasts. And then my little sister gave me a Cheshire grin. “You’re certainly spending a lot of time out and about lately. You sure you’re not dating anyone?”

I shrugged. “None of your business.”

Brooke stepped forward and put her hands on my chest, leaning in and taking another long sniff. She closed her eyes and got a look of utter arousal on her face, and I had to admit, my little sister looked damn sexy at that moment. But then she stood up straight again and opened her eyes. “Fuck, now I’m going to have to go upstairs and masturbate.”

With that, my sister turned around and headed up the stairs ahead of me. I fought the impulse to stare at her jeans-clad ass on the way up, sighing in defeat when I failed.

“Dude, where were you on Friday?” Kenny asked as he sat down next to me at lunch on Monday morning.

“What?”

“I called you. Your sister said you were out.”

I thought back… Friday… oh, yeah. Stacey had set me up with her friend, Mandy Lin, who went to a private school and whose dad owned some Taiwanese Electronics company. I shrugged, “I was out.”

Kenny arched his eyebrow at me. “You on a date or something?”

I shook my head. It wasn’t much of a date; we never left Mandy’s house. Stacey knew exactly what I was good for and Mandy had gone through a big dry spell. The tall, beautiful, older teen just needed to get laid without any of her friends or others in her social circle knowing about it. I’d pretty much been recruited to be an unpaid gigolo, which was fine by me. Mandy had a tight pussy and was an excellent cocksucker.

Romance wasn’t on the agenda; but discretion was. I may not have been capable of being loyal to a girlfriend, but I certainly could keep my mouth shut and not blab about my conquests. Hell, I was pretty sure no one knew I’d been schtupping Stacey for the past few weeks, not even my best friends.

“Told you, Kenny. I’m not talking about it.” I focused in on my food and then joined in on the table’s conversation. By now, the rest of my old crew was assimilating me back into their good graces. Abigail and Allison Sanders were sitting right across from me, flirting innocently along with their giggling and chatterbox comments. Recent couple Stephanie Vo and Sung Joon was on my right. And even Elaine Fukuhara was starting to talk to me again.

Megan and Cassidy, while they didn’t sit next to me or anything, at least would talk with me. We’d seemed to settle into a non-hostile exes-type of relationship, although Cassidy still gave me puppy-dog eyes of longing every once in a while and Megan would occasionally stare into my eyes as if searching inside for someone she recognized.

Even Adrienne didn’t seem overly angry with me. If we passed each other in the hallway, she would merely nod in greeting and then continue on her way. She would get a look in her eye similar to Cassidy’s on occasion, but for the most part she was handling things pretty well. If she was hurting inside, Adrienne was doing a very good job covering it up with her usual perky-friendly-flirty demeanor.

And taking their cue from Adrienne, the rest of the cheerleaders and jocks similarly accepted me. Break-ups and cheating and drama were a way of life for them, and they rebounded much more quickly. Summer MacIntosh and I shared second period and our third period classes were next door to each other, so we’d actually walk between classes together and chat about whatever. And whenever Trevor Hansen or Jae Choi would pass me in the hall they’d offer their verbal “What up?” Even though I no longer took lunches with them, we all remained acquaintances or even casual friends.

And then there was Donna. After lunch she literally bumped herself into me and then smiling, asked, “We on for this afternoon?”

“Sure,” I replied breezily.

“Hope you’ve stocked up on fluids. ’Cuz I’m feelin’ extra frisky today,” the curly blonde babe giggled.

I LOVED Mondays.

On Thursday, while walking from second to third period with Summer, we passed Stacey going in the opposite direction. The willowy brunette flashed me a knowing smile, her soft brown eyes twinkling, and then continued on her way. I grinned, knowing that I was scheduled to visit her for our usual romp around the mansion.

“Did Stacey Whitehouse just wink at you?” Summer asked with an amused expression on her face.

I looked at Summer with surprise and shrugged. “I dunno. Ever since I broke up with Adrienne there’re a lot of girls throwing winks my way.”

Summer chuckled. “You’re turning into a regular Playboy, Ben. With no girlfriend now, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were banging a bunch of different girls around the school.”

I smiled and shook my head in the negative. “Wouldn’t that be nice? Right now I’m just trying to finish out the school year in peace. My grades this quarter are going to be REALLY important for college apps. Speaking of which, do you want to study together for the Modern Lit final?” I asked, referring to our second period class together. Finals week was next week.

Summer nodded, sticking out her jaw thoughtfully. She brushed her fine blonde hair behind an ear and twinkled her blue eyes at me. “Sure. Gimme a call. Saturday, maybe?”

I grinned. “I’ll see if I can fit it into my busy calendar,” I joked while miming a fucking motion with my hands.

Summer laughed in amusement and turned towards her classroom. If only she knew I was serious.

After lunch, when the meal was finished but well before the bells rang, the Sanders twins were packing up their lunches and Abigail leaned forward, grabbing my attention. “Hey Ben?”

“Yep?”

Abigail looked at me intently while Allison’s expression mirrored her sister’s, who was older by two minutes. Abigail nodded her head off towards a more private space. “Can we… talk to you?”

“Sure.” I stood up and so did the twins. Kenny gave me a weird look and I shrugged, not knowing what it was all about either.

Coincidentally, we ended up the same alcove where Cassidy told me she didn’t want to get back together with me, and I leaned back against the concrete wall while facing the two cute, slightly underdeveloped 16-year-olds. Abigail and Allison were identical twins who usually wore identical outfits, today being baby T-shirts and jeans. Their dark brown hair was pulled into pigtails and they wore just a small amount of makeup. They stood 5’3” and looked very young from the way they both stared at the floor nervously. Heck, Brooke looked older than they did right now.

I glanced back and forth between the two of them, waiting for one of the girls to speak up. After all, THEY had been the ones to ask for this little conference. But Abigail just looked nervous and scared and Allison finally had to prod her slightly-older sister with a finger to the ribs.

“Hey!” Abigail protested and then looked back at me. “Well, Ben. Uh, we were kind of wondering… and I mean… we already asked Megan and Cassidy if it was okay… but we were kind of hoping… I mean, uh, are you busy on Friday?”

I blinked twice. “Friday? As in… tomorrow?”

Abigail’s face fell, absolutely certain that I had already made plans.

“Wait, no, no, I’m not really busy.” I waved her off. I didn’t have anything set. True, I’d tentatively figured I’d give Donna a call and then I’d give her a few injections of sperm, but those weren’t firm plans. I arched an eyebrow and looked more intently at Abigail. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Abigail glanced at Allison for a moment before turning back to me. “Well, uh, yeah, Ben. Actually, we both are.”

I blinked twice. The girls had dated sporadically. I wasn’t privy to the details, but while they’d double-dated together, I’d never heard of them going on a date together with just one guy. “Both of you?”

Allison finally piped up. “C’mon, Ben. It’s not like you haven’t been on a date with two girls before.”

“And we DID talk to Megan and Cassidy about this first,” Abigail reiterated. “We wanted to make sure they would be okay with us asking you out.”

“So… uh…” Allison began nervously. “Will you go out with us?”

My eyebrows furrowed. The LAST thing I needed was two more girls in love with me. And both girls paled at my hesitation. Gently, I said, “Girls, we’re friends…”

Now they looked like they were going to start hyperventilating. So I decided to slightly change my approach. “I’d be happy to go out with you,” I said quickly.

Their panic seemed to lessen but there were still nervous expressions on their faces. We all sensed the “but” coming. So I started, “But, I don’t want to lead you on. I’m not looking for any serious relationships right now. I’m not ready to jump into anything like that just yet.”

Relieved, Abigail sighed, “Oh, don’t worry about that. We’re not looking for anything serious, either, Ben. We just want to go out on a date and relax before Finals. We know you. We like you. Going out with you won’t be as awkward as trying to go on a date with some other guy.”

“Yeah, we’re friends. We just want to go out together and have some fun!” Allison chimed in, feeling encouraged.

I shrugged. Why not? “Okay, what do you guys want to do? Just dinner and a movie? Or—”

Abigail cut me off with a mysterious smile. “Just come pick us up at 6pm. We’ll make all the plans.”

I glanced at Allison, who nodded in agreement. “We’ll take care of everything.”

So taking a deep breath, I nodded and smiled. “It’s a date.”

Stacey had a little surprise for me that Thursday afternoon. I walked into the bedroom to find both her and Mandy Lin waiting for me, wearing slinky, expensive lingerie.

The girls weren’t bisexual or anything. But they certainly masturbated and got themselves off watching me fuck the other’s brains out. After screwing them individually to screaming orgasms, I set them on all fours side-by-side and doggy-drilled them, swapping back and forth every few minutes before turning them around and cumming all over both their faces.

The two of them both went to work orally reviving me after that. And if they accidentally touched each other while doing so? Well, they could live with it.

Thursday afternoon turned out to be good practice for the following night.

“Ben, can I talk to you for a minute?”

I looked over from where I was idly chatting with Emily Anderson before our fourth period class. My little sister Brooke and Emily’s little brother Perry were having some relationship problems with their impending separation for the summer, and we big siblings were having a little laugh at their expense.

But Megan raised both eyebrows at me and almost nervously I excused myself from Emily. Megan and I stepped to the side and put just a little distance between us and the other students milling about and I asked, “What’s up?”

Megan took a deep breath and stated, “You’re going out with the Sanders twins tonight.”

“Yeah. Why? Is that a problem? They said they talked to you first.”

“They did. It’s okay. It’s just…” Megan took another deep breath. “I thought you should know what they’re planning for tonight.”

My eyebrows pinched inward. “Huh?”

Megan sighed and glanced around. And in a secretive voice, she leaned in and said, “Look, there’s no easy way to put this. The girls want you to take their virginities.”

My eyes flew wide open. “WHAT?”

“Shh! Not so loud!” Megan hissed as she stepped forward and clamped a hand over my mouth. Several people stopped to glance over at us and Megan sort of grinned nervously at them while turning beet red. After a few seconds, she pulled her hand away and then shuffled us another few feet away from any bystanders.

“They always liked you, Ben,” Megan said quietly. “Even when you were dating me and Cassidy, they would pepper us with questions about what you were like and all. And she and I told them all the stories about how wonderful you were and what sex was like.”

So that’s how my “reputation” got out. Again, I would never understand the double-standard where guys weren’t allowed to talk about their conquests but girls could spread the rumor mill like wildfire. I suppose it had something to do with guys “bragging” and girls just excited to inform their friends, but whatever the motives, people’s personal lives were made public knowledge.

Megan saw me scowl and smirked. “C’mon Ben, it was all good and you know it. Besides, haven’t you noticed how the Sanders twins have been actively flirting with you since Prom?”

“Well…” I hedged. A LOT of girls had been flirting with me. “I just thought they were having some fun. They’re cute and they know I’d never take it the wrong way.”

“Nuh-uh,” Megan shook her head. “You’d have been taking it the right way. You do make them horny. Anyways, the girls are convinced that you won’t be single and available for long. It’s taken them months to convince themselves that they’re ready for sex, and they finally worked themselves up to asking me and Cassidy just on Wednesday.”

I frowned. This was a delicate situation. I knew just how precious a girl’s virginity was to her, and how it was always mentally built into this momentous occasion. I’d only had two virgins in my life: Dawn and Megan. Both girls were very important to me and my emotional feelings for them were part of what made those two occasions very special. “I’m not sure I can do that, Megan. I mean, I’m friends with the girls and all, but not like that. Don’t you think they should wait until they find the right guys?”

Megan exhaled. “I thought so. But from the way Abbie and Allie were talking about it, you might do them more harm than good if you turn them down. You’ve got a reputation Ben, a reputation for sleeping with any girl that offers.”

“I don’t!”

“They think you do,” Megan shook her head. “And if you reject them, they’ll feel they’re the only ones you rejected and it’ll destroy their self-confidence. They know they’re not the tallest or prettiest or have the biggest boobs. Their self-esteem isn’t that hot to begin with.”

I buried my face in my palm and groaned. “Then what do I do?”

Megan smiled and put her hand on my chest. “Just be gentle with them, Ben. You were MY first and I’ll never regret that.”

I bit my lip. And in a worried voice, I moaned, “But this is their virginity, Megan.”

Megan smiled and moved her hand up to my cheek. “You’re sweet, you know that, Ben? Underneath that dick-for-brain’s playboy exterior, there’s a good guy’s conscience somewhere.”

I rolled my eyes. “Somewhere…”

“Just be good to them, Ben.” Megan nodded.

I sighed. “Do you know what their plans are?”

Megan shook her head. “No, they didn’t tell us. Just that they wanted to have sex with you and they wanted to clear it with us. For all I know they’ve lined up a motel somewhere.”

“Great,” I moaned sarcastically.

Megan smirked. “Look on the bright side, Ben. Two cute, 16-year-old girls want you to fuck them. I’m sure you can handle that.”

I’m not usually one to dawdle, but I was five minutes late to the Sanders’ front door. That’s because I spent an extra five minutes sitting in my car parked on their sidewalk, contemplating what I was getting myself into.

If I went through with this, there would be some consequences. There were always consequences. Before, I just didn’t care. Donna, Stacey, and Mandy were just hot chicks to me. There were no friendships to ruin and all were Seniors, destined to be gone in another few months. Any consequences wouldn’t last long.

But this was Abigail and Allison Sanders. Perhaps this was just two girls wanting to rid themselves of their cherries with a guy they trusted on some level. Perhaps we’d all be able to stay friends afterwards like nothing had ever happened. But as I’d already figured out before, you can’t have sex with someone and NOT have it irrevocably change your relationship.

But hey, I was just a male slut. And Megan did have a point. If I drew the line with them, the girls would forever wonder if they just weren’t good enough for me. No amount of argument would convince them it was truly because I valued their friendship over the sex.

So with my dick already hard in my pants and ready for action, I walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. One of the twins opened it immediately. “You’re late! I started freaking out that you weren’t coming!”

My eyes popped out of my sockets as I stared at the young woman before me. The girl had styled her hair and put on makeup that enhanced the edges of her baby face, aging her into her late teens. Her outfit was suitably grown up, a little black cocktail dress that clung to her body like her baggy jeans and T-shirts never did before. Some sort of push-up bra made her tits pop out and I blinked in amazement at the sight of the pretty girl before me. “Whoa…” I grunted.

The girl started giggling as she watched me obviously ogling her, and she smiled and said, “You’re forgiven.”

The other twin showed up a second later, dressed IDENTICALLY. Usually I could tell the girls apart, but with the makeup and clothing, I had yet to pick out the identifying marks. I was saved when the second twin grinned at her sister. “You were right, Abbie. He does like the outfits.”

I glanced at the girl who I now figured to be Allison and stammered, “You two look amazing.”

“Thank you!” The twins said in stereo, and then the two girls went to collect their purses and make themselves ready to leave.

I glanced around, looking for parental evidence, only to find that there was none. “Uh, shouldn’t I say hello or something to your parents?”

“Oh, they’re not here,” Abigail waved me off. “They’re out of town visiting our Uncle. His wife just had a baby and they won’t be back until tomorrow.”

I felt a lump settle into my throat. “They’re not here at all? Uh, do they even know you’re going out on a date?”

Allison giggled. “Nope. We have the place ALL to ourselves tonight,” she grinned and then hooked an arm through my elbow. “Lucky timing, huh?”

Well, that explained the location in the twins’ plan to lose their virginities. Moments later, Abigail hooked her arm through my opposite elbow. I shrugged and decided to just go with the flow. “So? Where to?” I asked.

“You drive. We’ll give you all the directions you need.”

We wound up at a nice seafood restaurant. Nothing too outlandish, but someplace where both my jeans and the girls’ black cocktail dresses were acceptable. And I made quite the impression with my matching twins on each arm.

Our waiter wasn’t much older than us and he winked at me while taking our orders. Abigail caught the wink and slyly asked for a glass of wine while batting her eyelashes at the waiter, but the guy just shook his head fractionally at her, and she decided to go for a Shirley Temple instead.

I did my best to be charming and flirtatious, and the girls soaked up all my bad one-liners and too-obvious compliments like sponges, clearly happy for the attention. We all barely touched our food, and instead spent more time just enjoying being out at a nice restaurant together.

When the check came, I paid it easily over the girls’ protests that THEY had asked ME out on a date. To be honest, I’d spent the last couple of months banging chicks but not going out on any dates, so I’d built up enough savings to not flinch at the expensive dinner.

After all, it was a small price to pay for two teenage virginities.

But after that momentary haggle over the check, both Abigail and Allison became increasingly anxious. And before we left the restaurant, the girls went into the restroom to “freshen up”.

They were somewhat calmed down when they emerged, I assume from some form of reassuring conversation. And as we approached my car I swept my arm out and asked, “So what’s next on the agenda? Would you ladies like to go for a nice walk around the lake?”

“No,” Abigail cut me off. “Take us home.”

I blinked in surprise. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Not at all,” Abigail shook her head, raising her eyebrows and giving me an intense look. “But we’d like to be at home for what comes next.” The weight in her voice left no doubt as to what she meant.

I took a deep breath and returned the intensity of Abigail’s gaze. And very softly, I said, “You girls don’t need to do anything tonight. We’re friends and I enjoy just being in your company.”

Abigail didn’t say another word. Instead, she simply moved right up into my personal space, wrapped her arms around my neck, and elevated up on her tiptoes so that her face could reach mine. And then she planted a very firm, very insistent kiss on my lips.

She still had the cherry flavor of her Shirley Temple on her lips and in addition to the sweet taste, I felt a surge of hormones flood through me as this nubile young woman pressed her entire body against me. Her tongue briefly darted into my mouth, and then she pulled away with a big smile and sparkling eyes.

I only had a moment to breathe before Allison was suddenly upon me, her kiss feeling just like Abigail’s and yet just slightly different. And by the time she pulled her tongue out of my mouth and licked my lips a final time, my knees had become rather wobbly.

“Take us home, Ben,” Allison insisted.

I fished my keys out of my pocket.

Things were quiet on the drive back to the Sanders home. Since Abigail had sat up front with me on the way to the restaurant, Allison got to sit up front on the return home. The younger twin kept her hand on my thigh for the entire drive, but both girls were silent the whole drive back, lost in their thoughts.

The silence continued upon arrival. Allison let herself out the passenger side but Abigail let me open her door and take her hand when she exited the rear seat behind me. And then Abigail quickly led me into the house.

Once inside, I was ushered into the girls’ bedroom, a space that was dominated by the side-by-side twin beds separated only by a nightstand. The bed on the left was dressed in pastel blue linens and the one on the right was in pastel green. And four hands pushed me into a sitting position on the blue bed.

Allison attacked me then, throwing herself at my face with enough force to topple me onto my back while she leaned over me and kisses me with a ferocity I never would have guessed in the petite brunette.

Abigail, on the other hand, seemed to have a more direct mind as I felt her hands frantically tugging at my jeans, attempting to figure out how to work the clasp and zipper before she started yanking downwards on the waistband.

I lifted my hips to help Abigail’s disrobing efforts while wrapping my hands behind Allison’s head as I showed her everything I knew about french kissing. But a minute later, my neck suddenly went stiff and I was unable to kiss Allison any further when I felt my cock being swallowed by a hot little mouth.

My sudden inertness and moan got Allison’s attention, and the slightly younger twin turned around and barked, “Abbie! No cheating! We were going to do that together!”

“Mmph!” Abigail grunted before lifting herself free of my cock. “Couldn’t wait, Allie.” And then the older twin looked over at me. “Am I doing it right?”

I groaned. “You’re doing great. Your first time?”

Abbie (I found myself thinking of the twins by the nicknames they loved using) nodded and then resumed her experimental cocksucking. Allie went to go and challenge her sister for a moment, but I grabbed the younger twin and turned her head to me. “Let her. I’ve got something else for you to try first.”

“What?” Allie asked with a smile.

I grinned. “Take off your panties.”

The petite brunette smiled, her brown eyes seeming to get lighter and brighter as she stepped off the bed and then snaked her panties down to her ankles from beneath her dress. Her shoes followed and then at my direction, the 16-year-old cutie was straddling my head and lowering her neatly-trimmed crotch to my face.

“You’re going to love this,” I told her. And then I dove in.

I was right. Allie loved it.

In fact, Allie was so vocal in her appreciation of my cunnilingus that when she shrieked and came, Abbie left my cock and demanded a turn of her own. So like a wobbly newborn deer, Allie moved herself over so that she was half-seated on the bed next to my shoulder, with her legs dangling over the side.

Abbie had similarly removed her panties and shoes, but when she went to lower herself onto my face, Allie told her to take off the rest of her dress so that she could see. Earlier, the hem of the cocktail dress had been draped over my head and effectively blocked the sexual act from outside view.

Too turned on to be nervous, Abbie simply hoisted the dress over her head and flung the thin garment away. Without further prompting, she also reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, tossing her final article of clothing away and leaving herself completely naked with a boy for the very first time.

I was pleasantly surprised. I’d known the twins were late-bloomers and their bodies weren’t as developed as some of the other girls I’d been with. But Abbie’s breasts were healthy mounds that filled my hands when I palmed them and began lightly rubbing the pale pink nipples. The rest of her body was neither too skinny nor chunky, but simply slender in that youthful teenage way. And her buttcheeks were nice and firm as I used them to guide her crotch over my face.

Just like Allie, Abbie went nuts when I started tonguing her twat. She seemed to especially enjoy it when I rubbed her tits while driving my tongue into her narrow slit, and then to my surprise, I saw another hand lowering into Abbie’s crotch and realized that Allie was actually fingering her twin’s clitoris.

And then together, Allie and I worked over the older twin until Abbie’s little body practically exploded with the force of her climax. And then the young Sanders teen flopped over and groaned, “I am sooo going to like sex.”

I grinned. At last we had come to the main event. My cock was hard and throbbing with need after bringing the girls each to orgasm and also getting a pleasant, although brief, cocksucking from Abbie. I ripped off my shirt to leave me as naked as they were, and with obvious lust in my eyes I looked at the two girls and growled, “Who’s first?”

Nervously, Allie pointed at Abbie, who was still flat across the blue bed, panting from the exertion of her orgasm. I quickly moved myself on top of the cute teenager and bent to kiss her. She didn’t seem to mind that her own orgasmic fluids were on my lips, and she moaned happily as she felt my warm body moving over hers and my hot tongue pressing into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Allie settled onto a chair that she brought between the two beds, sitting attentively as she looked wide-eyed at her two-minutes-older sister spreading her legs in anticipation.

I moved my hips in between Abbie’s thighs, and automatically, I asked the confirming question I needed to make before every first encounter. “Are you protected?” I assumed they were since they’d been thinking about this for some time.

Abbie’s eyes went wide but then she nervously shook her head. “Uh, no. We couldn’t ask our parents to get us prescriptions. There’s no way they’d allow us.”

Startled, I winced and cursed, “FUCK!” Even though I KNEW the girls had been wanting to lose their virginities, I’d just assumed they’d be protected. But they weren’t and I grumbled, “I didn’t think to bring any condoms. Didn’t you girls know you could go to Planned Parenthood and get a prescription without parental consent?”

“Really?” Abbie and Allie looked back and forth at each other.

I nodded and then rolled off of Abbie. “Dammit. Okay, maybe we can do this some other time.”

“No!” Abbie protested. “It HAS to be tonight! We only came up with this when we found out our parents were going out of town! We don’t know when we’ll get this chance again! And besides, we’re safe!”

I arched an eyebrow.

Abbie and Allie exchanged worried glances and then Abbie looked at me. “Really. Our periods are due in like three days. We’re safe.” And then I had my arms full of warm, naked girl as Abbie rolled onto me, rubbing her tits into my chest and grinding her crotch against my hip, leaking lubrication onto my thigh. Her skin was hot to the touch and she was certainly ready to go.

“Please, Ben. Make me a woman,” Abbie husked as she kissed me fiercely.

I groaned with indecision. Certainly, I wanted to get laid and sink my throbbing boner into some sweet, tender pussy. But the responsible part of me didn’t want to take any risks, especially with two girls I considered friends. It was almost like that “almost” first time with Megan.

“You’re sure you’re safe?” I grunted.

“Absolutely,” Abbie’s eyes glowed as she pulled me tightly against her.

“Okay,” I acquiesced. I felt pleasure and lust shooting through my veins as the petite brunette rubbed her hot skin against me. And with a sudden burst of power, I rolled us back over so that Abbie was beneath me. We shifted just a bit to better align ourselves on the narrow bed and in the process, settled my cockhead into the groove of her tightly closed pussy lips. Oddly enough, I didn’t feel any obstructions.

“No hymen?” I asked.

Abbie blushed and glanced at Allie. “We, uh, found where our mom hides her vibrator.”

I smiled and nodded. Dayna had popped Dawn’s and things were much easier than the time I needed to break Megan’s maidenhead. It was one less complication in taking Abigail and Allison’s cherries. And after I bent and gave Abbie a soft kiss, I pulled away and looked into her eyes. “Are you sure about this, sweetie? Last chance to back out. There’s no going back from this.”

Abbie glanced over to her sister and the twins joined hands, Allie giving Abbie a firm squeeze. Then Abbie looked back at me and growled, “Do it.”

I bent down and kissed her again, and as I did so, I slotted my cockhead in between her labia and firmly pushed. A moment later, I burst through the tight clench of her pussy lips and the young girl was filled by her first ever live dick.

“AAAH!” Abbie yelped briefly and then almost immediately moaned. And with steady pressure I pushed all seven-and-five-eighths of my cock into the petite girl beneath me. Friggin-A she was tight!

I kissed away the two teardrops that had formed in Abbie’s eyes as she stared off at nothing somewhere behind me. And the 16-year-old no-longer-virgin started breathing quickly while exclaiming in amazement, “Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!”

“Shh, Abbie. Relax or you’re going to hyperventilate,” I soothed girl currently skewered on my big dick.

“I just can’t believe it’s all in me!” Abbie gasped and squeezed the hand of her twin sister. “He’s in me Allie!”

Allie just looked down at her sister’s crotch with wide eyes. “I can’t believe it’s all in you either, Abbie. I never thought it would fit.”

“Well it does fit,” I chuckled as I pulled my cock out a couple inches and then slowly pushed it back in to the hilt. The girls’ enthusiasm was contagious.

“Ooohhh…” Abbie sighed. “That was nice. Do it again!”

This time I pulled back until just my mushroom head was still inside Abbie’s once-virgin pussy. And then I slowly pushed forward again, burrowing my way past the tight constriction of her tunnel, which wasn’t used to being stretched in this manner.

“Ohmigod!” Abbie exclaimed.

“That’s so cool!” Allie cheered.

I stopped again when I was fully buried, then bent down to tenderly kiss Abbie’s lips. She moaned at my touch and released her sister to bring both hands to the back of my head, holding me tightly to her while her tongue came out to play. It felt so good kissing her that for a second my elbows wobbled where I was holding my torso up, preventing myself from crushing the girl beneath me.

When I pulled my head back, Abbie still had her eyes closed and she whispered rapturously, “So this is what all the fuss is about…”

“Yeah,” I agreed.

“It feels so… intimate. You’re so warm and so close to me. You’re… you’re INSIDE me!” Her eyes opened and golden brown shone out.

I chuckled. “You still haven’t even had the best part. Are you ready to fuck?”

“Ooh, fuck me, Ben!” Abbie cheered.

“Yeah, fuck her, Ben!” Allie agreed.

I pulled back then, almost all the way out. And this time when I pushed in, it wasn’t slowly. With a firm grip on Abbie’s hips, I rammed my pelvis forward and thrust so hard into the young girl’s pussy that it literally took her breath away.

“Ugh!” Abbie grunted and threw her head back, her jaw flapping around as she gasped for air. And by the time she managed to take a deep breath, I’d already pulled back and thrust forward, knocking the breath out of her once again.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh,” Abbie started grunting while I pistoned my thick cock in and out of her tight tunnel. Her lips were quivering and her eyes were rolling around while I really began pounding myself into her. The young teen regained the ironclad grip on her sister’s hand, and she began moaning ecstatically as I overloaded her senses.

But after a couple of minutes, Abbie started to get used to the sensations. She got control of her breathing and her body visibly relaxed. And presently she was able to turn her head to the side and gasp to her twin sister, “He’s fucking me, Allie. Ben’s fucking me! And it feels sooo good!”

Allie just beamed, knowing her turn was next.

I started to tire from the rapid in and out thrusting, so I left my dick fully embedded inside Abbie and switched to a circular motion, grinding my pelvic bone against her clit and carving my way around her pussy to help loosen it up. Abbie reacted immediately with a fresh batch of moans, and she began whimpering happily at the feelings I was causing in her.

I pushed up on my arms, elevating my torso so that I could get a better view of the pretty girl laying supine beneath me. Her breasts sagged just a bit to the sides as she lay on her back. Her pale pink areolas were centered by eraser-sized nipples, and both globes jiggled enticingly with my every thrust. I just had to taste them, so I ducked my head and took a few licks and sucks at each tit before moving back up to refocus on getting the young girl off. I couldn’t cum until after I’d made sure Abbie was satisfied.

Soon enough, I’d driven Abbie to the precipice of her first coital orgasm. And when I leaned down to her ear and husked, “Cum for me, Abigail,” I ground my pelvis against her clit and pushed her over the edge.

“AAAAHHHH!!!” Abbie screamed as she came. Her feet planted onto the bed and she thrust her hips off the mattress. Her right arm was clasping me tightly to her chest while she squeezed her sister’s hand with her left.

I was just about to pop myself, and groaning in agony, I grunted, “I should pull out.” I suited actions to words by slowly pulling back with my hips.

But Abbie would have none of it. Her legs scissored behind my hips and tugged me fully into her pussy once more as she protested, “No! In me! I wanna feel it! Cum in me!” And as I felt the rippling of her pussy muscles start to calm down, I slammed my hips forward a final time and blasted away, squirting my tadpoles into her womb.

Abbie’s eyes were wild as she began to return to Earth from her climax. She blinked rapidly and then a sharp gasp interrupted her labored panting. “Ohhh… I can feel it, Allie. I can feel him cumming inside me. It’s so warm…”

My ab muscles tensed again and I spat another glob of semen into Abigail Sanders’ no longer virgin pussy. And as my final dry heaves passed, I let the percolating glow of orgasm wash over me. I absolutely loved this feeling. I loved the feel of her warm body crushed beneath my chest. I loved the rapid cooling sensation on my hot, sweaty back. And I loved the simply radiant expression on Abbie’s face as she looked at me adoringly.

Still squeezing Allie with her left hand, Abbie brought her right up to touch my face and stroke my cheek. I bent to give her a tender kiss, and then slowly I backed my still stiff rod out of her sodden pussy and flopped onto my back beside her.

Together, we panted for air and stared at the ceiling to fondly recall our lovemaking session.

But Allie was getting impatient. “Aww, you’re going soft!”

“Just gimme a minute, Allie,” I wheezed.

“I don’t know if I can wait a minute!” she whined. “Can’t you go faster?”

I chuckled. “Well… if you help me…”

Allie giggled. “How?”

After a brief discussion that included the encouragement of her well-fucked older-by-two-minutes twin, Allie was soon bent over my lap slurping on my half-hard cock while I played with her titties. She was proving to be just as much of a natural cocksucker as her sister.

Five minutes after that, on the green bed and in almost the exact same voice as her sister, Allie gasped, “He’s in me, Abbie! He’s in me!”

I began to stroke my cock in and out of my second virgin twin of the last half-hour. And as I looked down at the rapturous expression on Allie’s face, I smiled and began to experiment. At present, I was regularly screwing Donna, Stacey, Mandy, and Abigail. Now Allison. By the time I was done, I fully intended to have another happy girl who would keep coming back for more.

After I squirted Allie’s womb full of sperm so she could feel the inner warmth like Abbie, the twins reclined side-by-side on Allie’s bed, the green bed. Together, they lifted their feet onto the mattress and spread their thighs wide. Abbie already had my cum trickling out of her and Allie now was clenching her inner muscles in an attempt to replicate the same. It took a few minutes, but eventually we all saw the creamy white river dribble out of her stretched pussy.

Allie dipped a finger into it and brought a glob of cum up to her mouth, tasting it experimentally. She made a face and then smacked her lips a few times. “Salty, but not… bad… Not good either, but not bad.”

I grinned and watched Abbie do the same. “Hmm, I could handle this.” And then Abbie looked over at me. “So Ben? Guys really like it better if a girl swallows, right?”

I shrugged. “Personally, I like it, yeah, but it’s not a requirement. I’m perfectly happy to squirt on your tits, or over your face.”

Allie was the first to dismount the green bed and push me back to lie down across the blue bed. Abbie soon joined her and I suddenly had twin faces hovering over my cock. Allie lifted the half-hard rod and Abbie took a long lick up the side, causing me to shiver with delight. And then Allie grinned at me. “Teach us to swallow?”

This was going to be a GREAT night.

The Sanders twins drained me of four loads that evening. Allie was still sucking on my cock at 10:30pm and whining that she wanted to feel me squirt inside her again. But it was getting late and I was bone tired. Allie was at least satisfied with a giggling shower where the three of us were happily squeezed together in the confined space.

The girls then gathered up the sheets to be laundered and we all redressed.

“When can we do it again?” Abbie asked excitedly. Without her makeup, she once again looked like a young girl instead of a Junior-class student nearing seventeen. But she clearly had the glow of a well-fucked young woman.

“As soon as you girls get on the pill, we’ll do it as often as you want,” I shrugged.

“Oh!!! We’ll go down to Planned Parenthood tomorrow!” Allie hopped excitedly and turned to her twin sister for confirmation.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday,” Abbie drawled.

“Well if they’re not open, we’ll try again Monday,” Allie insisted. “I wanna do that AGAIN!”

I smiled at Allie’s enthusiasm. “Okay then. Call me sometime.”

“Thanks, Ben!” The Sanders twins said in stereo. “You’re the best!”

I awoke Saturday morning feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. Good sex seemed to do that to me, rather than exhaust me.

The day started off like any other Saturday. Mom made breakfast and the family gathered round to eat in physical proximity to each other. Mom and Dad were having a discussion about work stuff. Brooke wolfed her food down because she was meeting up with friends and with her boyfriend, Perry. And Eden and Emma were talking about, of all things, boys.

“I’m telling you, Aidan likes you,” Eden insisted to her sister.

“No he doesn’t,” Emma shook her head.

“Does too! Michelle Sadeghi tried to kiss him and he just said ‘Eww’ and turned away. He’s holding out for you,” Eden insisted.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Aidan just doesn’t like girls yet. He still thinks we have cooties. Besides, he’s not that handsome. Sergio Lopez is WAY cuter. Now HE really likes kissing us.”

Eden’s eyes popped open and she hissed. “Emma!” My sister’s eyes went wildly to our parents who were too busy with their discussion of work to notice. But I noticed and my eyebrows went up. Only a mouthful of bacon stopped me from saying something.

After breakfast, the twins fled to their room. And it took me a minute to make up my mind over what I wanted to do, but in the end, I decided that I needed to be a big brother and go have a talk with them. Just hours before, I’d taken the virginities of a different pair of twin sisters and that knowledge made me dead certain about what boys wanted and the kinds of temptations my baby sisters would be facing in the coming years.

It made me a little queasy just to think about it. I still remembered the rugrats sitting in their high chairs throwing food around. I remembered them snuggling up to me for warmth and comfort while watching Disney movies that still frightened them. I couldn’t even IMAGINE them having sex or anything remotely in that direction. They were still in sixth grade!

One of the twins asked, “Who is it?” when I knocked. And when I announced myself the voice came back, “What do you want?” It was probably the very first time in our lives that the twins hadn’t immediately invited me in. Were they growing up faster than I’d been expecting? Weren’t they at least supposed to wait until thirteen? Brooke didn’t become evil until fourteen at least.

“I just want to ask you both something,” I said through the door.

“Ask away,” came the muffled response.

I sighed. “I don’t think you want me asking this question where Mom and Dad could hear me.”

The door opened immediately and Eden stepped back, looking chagrined. I arched an eyebrow and stepped inside, moving over to one of the desk chairs while both girls sat on the Emma’s bed, the lower of their bunk beds.

With the tone of a concerned parent, I asked, “Are you girls kissing boys already?” I was afraid of the answer, given that Dawn and I hadn’t had our first kiss until we were fifteen. I knew Brooke was already making out with Perry at fourteen, but still, wasn’t eleven a little too young?

The twins looked at each other nervously for a second before looking at me. They’d never really lied to me and I hoped they didn’t start now. Finally, Eden said to her sister, “I TOLD you not to say anything at the breakfast table.”

Emma blanched, “It was an accident.”

“Relax, relax,” I cut in. “I’m not mad. I just need to know.”

The girls blushed and then Eden nodded the affirmative. “But just a couple times. I fell down on the playground and Sergio Lopez — he’s a boy in our class — went to help me up. He was holding me in his arms and then before I knew it, he’d kissed me.”

“What kind of kiss?” I asked immediately, anger creeping into my voice. My thoughts drifted to Adrienne and her older brother raping her when she was the twins’ age.

Eden frowned. “What do you mean what kind? On the lips of course.”

“Did he use his tongue?”

“Tongue! Eww, why would he do that?” Eden screwed up her face.

I shook my head, not wanting to put ideas into their head. “Nevermind. It IS gross and slimy if a guy doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“Oh, okay,” Eden nodded as if boys not knowing how to do things made perfect sense to her.

I turned my gaze to Emma. “You too? Didn’t you say Sergio kissed you?”

Emma nodded. “When Eden didn’t stop him, he kissed her a few more times at school. Then one day, I think he thought I was her and he just kissed me. It was nice.”

“How did it make you feel?”

She shrugged. “I dunno. Kinda funny. A little wet. I don’t know what the big deal is. It wasn’t that great.”

I sighed, thinking back to my own days as an 11-year-old. At least it seemed like the twins hadn’t gotten their hormones yet, which was a good thing for me. “He hasn’t done anything else to you two, has he? He hasn’t put his hands on you?”

The girls both shook their heads in the negative and I relaxed visibly. I thought of Adrienne’s brother again, and as I looked at my own baby sisters’ childlike bodies, I couldn’t imagine what perversions had to go through Adam Dennis’ head to make him do what he did. Then Eden piped up. “Anyways, Sergio stopped after a few weeks. Now he’s kissing Vicky Tan. We KNOW people only kiss when they like each other. And there aren’t any boys we really like enough to do that with.”

I smiled for the first time since hearing that my baby sisters had started kissing boys. “Okay. Well you tell me if Sergio or anyone else tries anything on you two. I’ll kick the little twerp’s ass so badly he won’t be able to sit down for a week.”

The twins grinned and giggled. And then Eden asked me in a dead serious voice, “So you won’t get mad if we kiss other boys? If we really like them, I mean.”

“If you like them,” I shrugged. “Just… keep it to kissing, okay? If you have ANY questions about anything else, you know you can come ask me, right?”

“Right,” Emma nodded. “We also talk to Brooke about this stuff. She’s a girl and understands better.”

I nodded. “Well, if there’s anything Brooke can’t answer, you let me know. I AM older and well, I, uh…” I stammered nervously around how far to explain to my little sisters. “Well, I’ve just got more experience than Brooke does, alright.”

The twins shrugged and looked at each other. “Want to play games with us? It’s been a while since we played Uno.”

I smiled. THERE were the sixth-graders I remembered. “Sure.”

After puttering around with my little sisters for a while, I gathered my books and hopped into my car. Fifteen minutes later, I pulled up outside Summer MacIntosh’s house. 11am. I was right on time.

No one answered the first time I rang the doorbell. No one answered on the second one either. I was just about to give up and had already turned away to leave when I heard the click of a latch and the door opened, revealing Summer wearing just a thin pair of pajama pants with a matching sleep tank-top that was stretched to the limits around her fake breasts. Her eyes were red and her gaze bleary as she looked at me and asked a confused, “Ben? What are you doing here?”

My eyebrows furrowed and I held up my Modern Lit binder. “11am right? Studying for the final?”

“Ohhh, SHIT, right,” Summer spat and shook her head. “Uh, come on in.” She left the door open and headed into the house.

Startled for a moment, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. I saw Summer heading up the stairs and stared at her perky buttcheeks, which were nicely cupped by the thin pajama pants with no sign of any panties. Biting my lip, I tried to will my gaze away. Clearly, the girl was upset and the last thing she needed was me coming on to her.

Summer had a spacious bedroom with soft carpet and plenty of open floor space. Her desk was completely covered with books, papers, and a late-model desktop PC. Instead, it appeared that she studied on the floor from the wooden writing surface, books, and various cushions that were spread out between her bed and the desk. Flopping to her knees, the beautiful blonde futzed around with the papers and binders until she got a red one marked “Modern Lit”. Flustered, she glanced around and then waved me towards the desk saying, “Uh, pull up a chair.”

Instead, I knelt down beside her and gently reached out to touch Summer’s shoulder. “Hey, you don’t look so good. If this is a bad time, we don’t have to do this. I’m perfectly cool with rescheduling or we can even just skip studying together.”

Summer grimaced and frowned. “No. I’ve GOT to study sometime. I need to pull up my grade in this class.”

I chuckled. “You already got into UCLA. What does this class matter?”

She looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes, her voice pained. “It MATTERS if I FAIL! I need at least a ‘D’, Ben. You’re already cruising through the class. I doubt you could drop to a ‘B’ if you tried. But me? If I fail this I could get my admission revoked and then what? What the fuck do I do then? Huh?” Her voice was elevating. “As if my life isn’t fucked up enough already?”

My hand on her shoulder turned into more of a grip as I held her and looked the pretty girl in the eyes. Her irises were a dull blue and she looked saddened beyond measure. I moved my face right into her line of sight and held the girl’s gaze, looking intently into her eyes and holding my stare until I was sure I had her attention. And in a gentle voice, I asked, “Summer, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Her jaw quivered, her nose twitched, and all at once Summer burst into tears. I was ready for her when she flung herself at me, crushing herself into my chest while sobbing uncontrollably. I rocked back on my heels and held her tightly, stroking her back and whispering soothing sounds to try and calm her down.

It took two minutes of uncontrolled bawling before she regained enough control to sniffle and moan, “Jae broke up with me last night! He’s… he’s…” she sniffled. “He’s getting back together with Ji-hyun!”

I winced. All three of them were going to UCLA the following year. I’d assumed that since Summer and Jae were at least going to the same college, they’d be able to continue their relationship. Apparently Summer had thought the same thing. But we were both wrong. “I’m sorry,” I soothed while continuing to stroke her back. Inevitably, I felt that she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath the skimpy tank top.

The beautiful blonde sobbed in my arms for another few minutes, shuddering every so often and clutching herself to my shoulders. Eventually, she got her crying under control and I spotted a tissue box. Releasing her so that she could sit back on her heels, I darted over and retrieved the box, holding it out to her.

Still trembling, Summer dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose, wadding up three tissues before dropping the box to the ground next to her. And then she bent forward, planting her hands on the floor in her kneeling position and hanging her head. Her golden hair cascaded forward over her eyes and the dark roots formed a line on her scalp. The position also made the neckline of her tank top fall away from her chest, revealing those glorious D-cup implants almost down to the nipples.

Taking a deep breath, I averted my eyes and instinctively reached forward, brushing her hair out of her face.

Summer looked up at me as I brushed her bangs back and tucked them behind her ear, her blue eyes brilliant in the morning light. She blinked a few times as her irises went wider. Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath. And then she pounced.

I had no time to react before Summer tackled me onto my back and planted her lips onto mine. I struggled against her automatically for a half-second before I realized I was being kissed and not attacked. And then both of Summer’s hands were in my hair as she crammed her tongue down my throat and moaned heartily.

I kissed the beautiful teenager back with a passion to match hers for about six seconds, groaning and moaning all the while. But then my conscience kicked in and I grabbed her head, pulling her off of me. “Summer, no! You’re hurting. This isn’t right.”

“Shut up, Ben,” she growled and then kissed me again, slamming me back against the floor of her bedroom. And this time, my conscience stayed dormant for eleven seconds of pleasurable oral bliss.

I pulled her head up again and stared my friend right in the eyes. “Summer, wait. Think for a second. Your boyfriend just broke up with you and you’re very vulnerable right now. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Look around, Ben,” Summer challenged with her eyes. “Does it look like YOU’RE taking advantage of ME?”

“But… but…” I protested.

“Please, Ben?” Her voice cracked and Summer looked ready to cry again. “Just make me feel good. Make me feel wanted. You’re good at that, I know. The girls all say you’re incredible at it. Just give me pleasure and drown this pain away, okay?”

“Summer, I—”

She sighed and ripped her tank top over her head. The moment those glorious tits were bared to my gaze, I knew I was a goner. My eyes went wide and my jaw waggled up and down a few times. And when Summer lowered a turgid nipple to my mouth, I felt my lips closing happily around the teat and I gave in to the lust.

The California blonde moaned and held my head while I nursed at her tits. And then she dismounted my waist just long enough to rip off her pajamas and thong panties, leaving her tanned and fit body completely in the nude. She then began tugging on my shorts while I pulled my own shirt over my head, and in less than thirty seconds we had me just as naked, with my thick cock rising into the air.

Summer quickly straddled my waist and fisted my cock, hurriedly bringing it up and aiming her crotch at the meat pole. She was rather in too much of a hurry, frantically trying to cram the thing into her pussy, even though her vaginal lips were still tightly closed and I didn’t feel much moisture on my tip. An alert went off in my head that Summer was trying to fuck me out of anger and frustration with being dumped and not out of true arousal.

“Hey, don’t force it,” I tried to say soothingly. “We don’t have to do this.”

“SHUT UP BEN!” She was in tears as she started cramming my mushroom head almost painfully through her semi-dry tunnel. “Doesn’t anybody want me?”

Grimacing against the friction, I reached forward and grabbed her hips. “C’mere,” I growled and yanked her towards my face. She was pulled off balance at first, but eventually the hot blonde scooted forward and lowered her crotch to my face. My tongue darted into her vaginal channel and I swiped all the way up until I wrapped my wet appendage around her clit, and the teenage girl on top of me shuddered and moaned.

My brain went into auto-pilot at that point. Summer was right, sex was what I did. Sex was what I was good at. Some guys are natural football players. Some guys are math whizzes. I just had a lot of sex. It was my “thing”.

Still in a hurry, Summer was ready to dismount my face and re-mount my cock after just a few minutes of tongue-work. But I held fast to her hips and bore down, quickly sending the girl over the edge into orgasm before she even realized it, screaming and writhing as if in agony while the overwhelming sensations took control of her mind.

When she stopped screaming and I felt her thighs go limp, I thought for a brief moment that Summer would just fall away and stop everything. And she did sigh and stop moving as she hung her head down, her face a mask of sorrow as I looked up at her between her prodigious tits.

I felt so sorry for Summer. Clearly she was hurting and even an orgasm hadn’t washed away the pain. I knew it would not be right for me to now flop her onto her back and start fucking the daylights out of her. And if we stopped now I could accept it. My dick would complain if giving Summer an orgasm stopped us from having full intercourse, but my conscience would be satisfied.

Sex can happen for a lot of reasons. Sometimes I had sex out of affection and love, like with my girlfriends. Sometimes I had sex just for pure recreational pleasure, like with Donna and Stacey. And sometimes I even had sex for whatever reasons had motivated Abbie and Allie to lose their virginities. But I’d never been a part of revenge sex or hate sex.

Until now.

Summer slid off my face and down until her now-wet crotch was over my hips. She bent over, grabbed my head, and planted a fierce kiss on me that rivaled one of Adrienne’s nuclear liplocks. She groaned through her teeth and sniffled while a few tears dropped onto my face, but then with a look of determination she pulled away, elevated my cock in her hand, and then impaled herself to the hilt in one thrust.

I grunted in absolute pleasure when I felt that tight pussy surrounding my dickflesh. Her humping motion also thrust those tits right into my face, and eagerly I began lapping at them with lips and tongue. And then we FUCKED.

Angrily, Summer grunted and moaned as she drove her hips down onto me with every ounce of strength in her body, roughly pounding me into the unyielding surface of her bedroom floor. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me, Ben! Ungh!”

“Mmph!” I grunted around a mouthful of tit, my hands gripping her tight ass and using it to yank her lighter body against my pelvis. And without restraint, Summer and I slammed ourselves against each other over and over and over again until she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy.

“Fu-! Fu-! Fu-! Fu-! Oh, FUCK! Aaaaaahhhh!” the hot blonde teenager screamed as I felt her inner muscles clamp down around me as she gushed waves of hot nectar into our joining.

Summer was an incredible fuck. She flung herself at me with reckless abandon, and the sight of her naked, sweaty body glistening in the morning light with big balloon tits wobbling enticingly had me as aroused as I’d ever been in my life. Lost to the lust, I lunged my hips off the bed as I fucked her and when she lost the rhythm to let her climax crash over her, I growled and flipped us over, desperate to keep up the intense pace.

“Fuuuuck meeeee!” She wailed.

Delirious with pleasure, Summer just flopped onto her back and spasmed while the orgasm short-circuited her brain. My thick dick re-entered her easily and I quickly resumed my frantic pumping, now my turn to bruise her hips against the carpet. I watched her eyes twitching epileptically and after a few seconds, her head simply rolled to the side and she started drooling.

I didn’t care. I wanted even deeper. I wanted tighter. Summer was a hot cunt and I wanted my pleasure. So I reached down and grabbed her legs, hoisting them up and backwards until I hooked her knees over my shoulders and I folded the teenage blonde beneath me while I fucked down into her juicing snatch.

She orgasmed a second time, which seemed to wake her up as she sucked in some of her spittle and turned her head upright once more. And with blue fire in her eyes, Summer became aware again and she resumed humping her hips up at me.

“Harder, Ben,” she urged. “Fuck me… deeper… harder! Make me cum again! Drown me in orgasms! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

“Urggh!” I grunted as I willed even more energy into my legs and arms, my muscles starting to burn with the effort of fucking all-out and non-stop.

Summer’s mouth was gaping wide open as she panted and stared at me. She had a desperate hunger in her eyes, and she pleaded, “More… Harder…”

I winced. I was running out of steam and I was already going at full throttle. There was an apology in my eyes and Summer caught it, frowning as she desperately craved even more but realized I didn’t have it in me.

“Fuck my ass,” she groaned while her irises flared.

My eyebrows went up.

“Fuck my ass,” she repeated and reached up to grab her own legs by the ankles, holding them back even as she continued humping her pussy against my cock.

I paused from my drilling of her cunt, immediately thankful for the chance to catch my breath. And as Summer tightened her grip and rotated her hips back, I pulled free of her sodden pussy and re-aimed my saturated cock an inch or so lower. Her position on her back while stretching her legs opened up her anus just a bit, and after settling my mushroom head against her back door, I gripped Summer’s hips and thrust in.

She winced in pain and gasped as I popped through the sphincter, losing grip on one of her ankles for a second before grabbing it once again. And then with steady pressure I pushed forward and sank my dick inch by inch fully up her backside. Summer’s jaw was quivering once I was totally up her ass, and in tenderness I briefly leaned down and pecked her on the lips.

Summer released her ankles and wrapped her legs over my shoulders, reaching up with her hands to touch my cheeks as she kissed me back. And then she dropped her head onto the pillow and growled. “Fuck me, Ben. Hard!”

So I fucked her.

Still tapped of energy, I threw everything I had left into fucking her ass. She was hellishly hot and tight and Summer fucked me back with just as much intensity. It wasn’t about pleasure anymore for her. She just wanted to be reamed and impaled and forcefully taken, and I did my best to satisfy.

“Fuck my ass, Ben! Rape my ass! Isn’t it hot? Isn’t it tight? Use me and hurt me and spunk your load deep inside me!”

Her nasty words weren’t helping my endurance. And after a couple of minutes, I hit my limit and started spewing my load into Summer’s bowels. I’d never felt a more blissful release as I could finally stop pumping and just hold myself balls deep up her ass while ejecting wad after wad of cum.

“Yesss!” Summer hissed. “I feel it! I feel it in my ass! Ohhh…”

My hips jerked and I fired another wad.

When we were done, Summer’s hips dropped back onto the mattress, my dick still embedded in her asshole. My head collapsed onto her chest, nicely supported by her silicone pillows. And together we panted and gasped for oxygen while the beautiful bottle-blonde held me tenderly to her breasts.

It was a long time before either of us said anything. But when she did find her voice, Summer just sighed and said, “Thank you, Ben.”

I pulled my now limp dick out of her abused rectum, flopping wearily onto my back. Every muscle in my body ached and burned from the exertion.

Summer rolled onto her side away from me and re-started crying.

Eventually, Summer got a hold of herself and I suggested a shower. She made no objection when I helped her in and joined her in the tub. There was a built-in bench and I sat her down, gently washing her spectacular body. She sighed happily while I shampooed her hair and massaged her scalp. She moaned when I rubbed her back and shoulders. And she giggled when I soaped up her tits. I tried not to get TOO carried away; but hey, I was still just a guy.

We actually did study for about an hour and a half, going over all the important material and stuff I thought was most likely to show up on the final. I quizzed her to see how much she remembered and then we went back over the material she was fuzzy on. She made sandwiches and we snacked along the way.

I’d started to get uncomfortable on the floor after the first half-hour and so Summer relocated us onto the bed where we lay face-down side-by-side, our heads towards the foot of the bed. Summer looked unbearably cute wearing a new set of pajama pants and tank top, her feet kicking in the air as she pored over the notes in front of her.

And after that first hour and a half, her focus started to drift and we both found that we weren’t concentrating on the work quite so much. I was admiring her beauty and idly thinking about the incredible fuck we’d shared; and from the little smiles and glances Summer was giving me she was thinking likewise.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when Summer leaned over and almost experimentally tasted my lips. She pecked me twice more before reaching a hand up to my cheek and kissing me more firmly. I started to heat up and felt the flush of arousal in my cheeks, and when I rolled Summer onto her back and pushed my tongue into her throat, I got no objection.

This time, we made love slowly and tenderly. There was no urgent thrusting and no growls of “fuck me”. We simply sighed and moaned and groaned our way to a satisfying mutual climax, and Summer’s eyes glittered as she felt my cum pouring into her pussy.

It was a beautiful moment. But unfortunately, once we were done, I watched Summer’s lower lip quivering as the tears re-formed in her eyes. And then she turned away and started crying quietly, even as my dick slowly deflated inside of her.

Once again, Summer pulled herself together. But this time, she decided she wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a little while. We shared a tender kiss at the front door, along with a promise to get together Wednesday afternoon for a cramming session before the final. And then I left.

The last Monday at school began normally, if with a little more tension than usual. Finals were scheduled for Wednesday through Friday, and these last two days of regular classes were pretty intense for all the students. For the graduating Seniors, most of their finals were scheduled early on Monday and Tuesday, with only the occasional junior elective set later in the week.

Donna caught me just before classes started and elicited my promise to come visit her this afternoon so that we could both blow off some steam. I grinned and said, “I expect you to blow more than just steam. And I intend to blow off quite a bit myself.”

The busty blonde giggled and shook her ass at me as she left.

Stacey twirled up to me between first and second periods and asked if I could help her “study” on Tuesday afternoon. I knew she didn’t need to study since all her finals were on Monday and Tuesday, so what she really wanted was a celebratory fuck for the end of her academic career. For me, it was the last day before MY finals and the last opportunity to really cram, but I promised the willowy brunette a round or two.

And then during the next period, Modern Lit, I saw Summer for the first time since Saturday. She smiled shyly at me before taking her seat. But throughout the class she seemed lost in her own world and never glanced back at me. I smiled and nodded. I’d done what I was good for, we’d had one day of sex, and neither of us would look back. We were friends, nothing more, and I sighed in relief that things weren’t going to be awkward or different between us.

Or so I thought.

After class, Summer hurried over to me and slipped her hand into mine, squeezing it firmly. Surprised, I looked over while she batted her eyes at me, her brown eyebrows and blue eyes making her gaze quite intense.

“Uh, Summer,” I stammered nervously. “I don’t know if it’s such a good idea that we—”

“I’m not looking to date you, Ben,” Summer shook her head and stepped in close to me and touched my cheek. To any outside observer, we would appear to be romantically involved and having an intimate conversation.

Confused, I arched an eyebrow. “Then, what’s all this?”

“I just…” She trailed off and then sighed. “You’re my friend, right, Ben?”

I nodded. “I’d like to think so.”

“And you enjoyed Saturday?”

I smiled. “It WAS very nice. Well, naughty and nice.”

“It was. But I’m not ready to jump into anything just yet.” Summer took a deep breath. “I’m still heartbroken over Jae. And besides, I’m graduating soon and going off to UCLA. So we have no future together.”

I nodded in agreement but said nothing further.

“I just…” Summer trailed off again, her eyes darting left and right as she searched for the right words. And then she just squeezed my hand and touched my face again. “I just feel… better… when I’m holding your hand. It’s not love, Ben. I just don’t feel that way about you. And… I’m sorry, but I’m not sure if I want us to have sex again.”

She frowned and I shrugged. While I certainly wouldn’t mind having sex with the beautiful blonde bombshell, I’d live if I didn’t. I certainly had other partners lined up already. “That’s okay, Summer. I’m not asking you to.”

She smiled. “It’s just… comforting, to have you next to me. Can you do that Ben? Just be with me for a little while? I know we barely know each other and there’s only a few days of school left. But it just makes me feel better when I can hold your hand. Maybe we’d be nothing more than that, but just… can you let me lean on you a bit?”

I smiled softly. “Sure. I can do that.”

Summer brightened visibly. “Really?”

“Of course.” I nodded firmly.

Summer sighed and touched my face again. Delicately, she leaned up and pecked me on the lips. And sighing softly, she murmured, “You’re a good guy, Ben. I wish I’d known you before this quarter.”

I shrugged. “Better late than never.”

Hand in hand, we walked off to our next destinations.

Summer was waiting for me after third period. She didn’t have a final right then so she decided to escort me to my next class. And more than a few people were whispering and gossip-mongering about us as we passed.

Megan shared my fourth period and her eyes narrowed as we approached. And once Summer bid me goodbye with a gentle hand-squeeze, my ex-girlfriend walked over to me. “Are you dating Summer MacIntosh now?”

I shook my head and held up my hands defensively. “No, her boyfriend Jae just dumped her and she’s feeling really vulnerable and lonely. She just wants a friend to lean on right now. She graduates on Saturday and there’s no future between us. I’m just trying to help her out.”

“You want to help yourself into her pants, don’t you?” Megan gave me a stern look.

I shook my head. “Honestly no. It’s not about that.”

At Megan’s disbelieving stare, I sighed and admitted, “Summer and I already… well, we’ve had sex in the past.” Megan didn’t need to know how recently in the past. “But I don’t think that’s in our future. I’m really just trying to be her friend.”

My ex-girlfriend flashed a jealous green in her eyes for a moment, but then she calmed. Her mouth a hard line, she shrugged and turned away. “Okay. If you say so.”

After fourth period, Summer came and found me before getting into the lunch line. And once we picked up our food, I stayed with her all the way to her usual lunch table. Candy and Trevor looked up at us with curious expressions. Mizuho leered at me with lust in her eyes. And Lynne seemed quite pleased to see me again.

I was forced to try and eat with my left hand since Summer seemed dead set on maintaining her grip on my right hand, and the one time I pulled my hand away to adjust my food, Summer’s skin seemed to pale almost immediately and her jaw quivered until we re-established our handhold on top of the table and the color returned to her cheeks.

I felt Summer stiffen up before I ever saw Jae. Her sudden deathgrip on my hand got my attention and I turned to see Jae walking past with Ji-hyun Jeon on his arm. The new couple stopped and stared at us for a moment while Summer paled again. But when I squeezed her hand, Summer set her jaw and raised her head high, announcing to her ex-boyfriend that she would be just fine without him.

Jae looked at the two of us holding hands and glared at me for a moment, but then he turned and the Korean pair walked away.

“Summer…” Adrienne’s voice sounded off beside us. She was late in arriving and stood next to the table while staring towards a retreating Jae. “Is there something you’re not telling me?” She asked her friend in a weak tone.

Summer turned around with a smile after facing up to Jae for the first time since their breakup, but the smile vanished when she saw the hurt look on Adrienne’s face. I knew quite well the social laws against dating a friend’s ex while the wound was still fresh. “This isn’t what it looks like,” Summer stammered in a panic.

Adrienne looked to where Summer was still holding my hand and asked coldly, “And what does it look like?”

Summer’s jaw quivered. “Ben and I are not dating or anything. He’s just being a friend to me, nothing more.” There was a warbling plea in the blonde’s tone. “With everything going on with Jae, I just needed a little support.”

Adrienne sat down on Summer’s other side and looked around the table. “We’re your friends, too, Summer.” Her own tone had softened considerably. “You know we’re here to support you.”

The California blonde smiled at her friend. “I know. And thanks. But Ben was there for me this weekend when I needed it most.” She beamed at me and squeezed my hand again.

Adrienne looked skeptically at me. And in a gruff voice filled with skepticism she growled, “You just in this to get into her panties, Ben?”

I frowned and shook my head. I never did anything JUST to get into a girl’s panties. It hurt that someone I’d loved could think that about me. Although perhaps I couldn’t blame her. I DID after all have a pretty poor track record.

Summer smiled and squeezed my hand while we exchanged a look. Yes, we had fucked. But we both felt that was a one-time thing and Adrienne didn’t really need to know. Summer wasn’t trying to swoop her friend’s ex-boyfriend. I looked Adrienne in the eye and insisted, “I’m learning to be supportive in ways other than sexual.”

Candy and Mizuho giggled and looked at me doubtfully. Adrienne gave me a knowing wary look that clearly expressed her skepticism. I blanched and said, “I’m trying. I’m really trying. Really, I just want to be here to support Summer for this week.”

Adrienne sighed and nodded, shaking her head slowly in mild-disbelief. “Well, better late than never.”

I felt lasers boring in the back of my head after lunch and I looked around to see that Abigail and Allison were glaring at me as Summer and I passed my old crew’s table. Wincing, I excused myself from Summer for just a minute and headed over.

Cassidy caught the look of the twins and immediately leaned in and started whispering to them. I approached and then nodded my head away from the table. Abbie and Allie glanced at Cassidy as if in disbelief and then got up and followed me to a more private area.

“What are you doing with HER?” Abbie seethed at me, rolling her eyes towards Summer.

“We’re just friends,” I explained. “Her boyfriend dumped her and she needed a shoulder to cry on.”

“You fuck her?” Allie asked with venom in her eyes.

I sighed. “I don’t talk about that sort of thing, remember? You wouldn’t want me going around blabbing about you two, now would you?”

“That’s not a ‘no’.”

“I’m just trying to be her friend until she graduates, okay? She’s moving on to UCLA and we’re just friends,” I stated. “Look, what do you girls really want from me?”

Allie was the first to pipe up. “You promised we could have sex again!”

“Did you guys get on the pill?”

“We’re going to the clinic this afternoon,” Abbie explained.

“So call me after your periods. Maybe next week or something. I’m going to camp for all of July, but I’ll be back and we’ve got all next year. Okay? Now stop worrying about Summer. She’s just a friend. Got it?”

Frowning, Abbie and Allie nodded reluctantly. I stepped forward and hugged both girls, pecking them on top of their heads due to their shorter heights, and then returned to Summer.

“What was that all about?” the California blonde asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing. The girls are my friends and they’re just a little jealous I’m spending all this time with you.”

“Ben, I don’t want to take you away from your friends,” Summer sighed. “You should go back—”

“No, no,” I squeezed her hand. “I’m here for you, however you need me, okay?” I smiled. “I owe you that much for a wonderful Saturday.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Ben,” Summer looked at me sharply. “I wanted it just as much as you.”

“Poor choice of words,” I grimaced and then held Summer’s hands in my own and stared into her eyes. “Whatever else happened on Saturday, Summer, we made love, really made love. And that bonded us in a way that can never be undone. I’m not in love with you, but I WANT to do what’s right. I want to do whatever I can to see that you’re happy. Okay?”

She smiled and squeezed my hand back. “Okay.”

I actually cancelled my rendezvous with Donna that afternoon to be with Summer. It was my Monday, but I had more important things to do. And so fully clothed, Summer and I curled up on her bed, me spooned behind her, holding her tenderly while she sobbed and trembled.

Her clothing wasn’t very thick and it was very arousing to be in such an intimate position with a sexy young blonde. At one point, she pulled my arm tightly around her breasts so that I was cupping one firm boob. But at the same time, holding a crying woman while she’s heartbroken over another guy isn’t the biggest turn-on. So my pecker stayed in check and I stayed true to my promise not to make any moves on her.

I was just there to hold her, a warm body she could lean on, to be there for whatever Summer needed. It wasn’t my place to push her for anything more than what she wanted, and my experience at being a non-aggressive nice guy was serving me well at holding my hormones in check.

So she cried, and I held her. She bitched about Jae, and I listened. And she cried again. After about an hour, Summer turned around in my grasp and blinked away the last of her tears. She smiled and reached up to touch my cheek. “I’m okay, for now at least.”

I smiled and rubbed her back. “I’m glad.”

And then Summer leaned into me, molding her lips against my own as she gave me a firm, warm, and inviting kiss. It was tender, not passionate, and eventually she pulled away and took a deep breath. “Thank you, Ben.”

I smiled and tamped down on the urge to kiss her again. Hearing Summer’s thanks just for holding her was better than hearing both Stacey Whitehouse and Mandy Lin sing my praises after I fucked them to a dozen orgasms. Summer’s appreciation just felt… richer… somehow. “You’re welcome,” I answered sincerely, then sat up then and looked around for my shoes.

Summer sighed and sat up against the pillows, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “You remind me of him.”

I arched an eyebrow as I started putting on one shoe. Surely she didn’t think I reminded her of Jae, the hated ex-boyfriend. “Who?”

“My brother. He used to hold me like that when I was scared or sad. He’s at UCLA now.” Summer giggled and then touched her fingers to her lips. “Of course, I never kissed him like THAT.”

I grinned and put on my other shoe. Then standing up, I took one look back at the beautiful blonde who now seemed happier than I’d seen her in a week. “See you tomorrow?”

“Of course. Thank you, Ben.”

“Sleep well tonight.” I tipped my head and then left.

Tuesday was more of the same. I walked hand-in-hand with Summer, giving her a squeeze every now and again when I thought her spirits were dropping. This was her big day of finals and she was completely stressed out. But with my help, she made it through the day in one piece.

I also cancelled my booty call with Stacey for that afternoon, for which the snooty senior was NOT happy. She was done with her finals and looking to celebrate. She’d also seen me around with Summer and asked if the busty blonde was my new girlfriend. I told her Summer was just a friend and Stacey shook her head disbelievingly. “Look, if you change your mind, I’ll be home all night,” she stated flatly. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a while. Don’t disappoint me, Ben.”

My loins urged me to reconsider, but I took a deep breath and reminded myself that being supportive of Summer and feeling her warm, platonic affection made me feel happier and more satisfied than some of my best orgasms.

Of course, Summer had just finished all but one of her final exams. They’d mentally drained her and yet given her a profound sense of relief that she was almost done. And with the passing time, Summer was getting over Jae. So between her relaxation over completed finals and her developing independence from her ex-boyfriend, Summer only needed me to hold her for a half-hour in the afternoon before sending me on my way.

Now I hadn’t gotten laid since making love to Summer that last time on Saturday, and I was pretty stressed out myself staring down six final exams in the next three days. Plus, after going through a pretty intense fucking schedule with Donna, Stacey, Mandy, the Sanders twins, and Summer, I was feeling pretty horny and starting to suffer withdrawal.

Summer had also worn a sundress this day, which had scooted up while we spooned so that her bare naked butt, uncovered by the back of her thong panties, had been pressed against me for the past half-hour. If she’d wanted me to hold her for much longer, I would have been sorely tempted to break my promise not to make a move on her.

But she did release me and let me go, and the instant I put my car into gear, I remembered Stacey’s urge for me to change my mind. She wanted to fuck and she wanted to fuck today. Why not? It was just meaningless sex for a little stress relief during Finals Week. And I NEEDED to relieve some pent-up tension.

Ten minutes later, I pulled up outside the Whitehouse mansion. The maid escorted me up to Stacey’s suite. Stacey herself opened the door and stood there, grinning at me. “I knew you’d come. No good pussy goes wasted.”

“Would be a crying shame,” I smiled and obviously ogled her slender, sexy body.

Stacey reached out and grabbed me by the collar, tugging me inside and then slamming the door. Seconds later we were naked and fucking away to our heart’s content.

On Wednesday, Summer slipped her hand into mine after my first final as we headed for her usual hangout spot to take the first break. She didn’t have any exams or anything this day, but she came to school to hang out with her friends… and with me.

After a minute or so, she nudged me in the ribs. “You’re more relaxed today. Would have thought you’d be wound up after your final.”

I shrugged. “Wasn’t as hard as I thought.”

She smiled serenely and then got a funny look in her eyes. And then grinning, Summer asked, “Did you get laid last night?”

My eyebrows went up in a panic, giving me away. “Well, uh, I…” I’d had enough experience with girlfriends finding out I’d cheated on them to immediately feel like shrinking away from what was sure to be flying fists.

But Summer wasn’t my girlfriend and she wasn’t about to hit me. Chuckling, she asked, “Who was it?” But immediately, she caught herself and waved, “Nevermind. None of my business.”

I looked at her earnestly and squeezed her hand. “You’re not upset?”

“You’re not my boyfriend, Ben. I’ve got no limits on what, or who, you can’t do. We’re just friends and I appreciate everything you’re doing for me.” She giggled. “Besides, it can’t be easy lying in bed with me day after day and not being able to push things further.”

I blushed and admitted, “No it’s not. I keep remembering what we did Saturday. And you’re very sexy, Summer.”

“Thanks,” she blushed too. And then she gave me a significant look. “Who knows? It’s a long time before college starts. Someday you may get lucky again.”

We made it through our Wednesday finals and that afternoon, Summer and I spent almost two hours studying for our Thursday Modern Lit final. She was determined to get a passing grade and I was determined to help her.

In fact, we were so focused that we didn’t spend any time spooning in her bed, and she didn’t start crying even once throughout the afternoon. And when Summer slammed her binder closed and pronounced that she was ready for the test, her bright blue eyes sparkled and she threw herself at me in a fierce hug.

We’d been laying side-by-side on her bed to study. And when she tackled me we rolled over so that I was lying flat on my back and she was above me, clutching me tightly with her face buried against my neck. I smiled and patted her back platonically, pleased that she seemed so happy and confident about the test now.

I didn’t realize what was going on until I felt the first drop of moisture hit my neck. And then with worry I pulled my head away from hers and held her face in my hands, brushing away her tears with my thumbs. “Summer, what’s wrong?”

She smiled despite the waterworks, “I’m happy, Ben. I’m really happy. Thank you so much, I don’t know that I could have ever felt this way again if it wasn’t for you.”

I smiled back. “You’d have been fine. You’re a strong young woman, Summer. And Jae’s just another guy.”

Sniffling, she nodded her head. “Thanks for everything.”

“Don’t thank me just yet,” I was already saying, which stopped her head halfway back towards me. She blinked in confusion before I said, “You still have to TAKE your final tomorrow.”

Chuckling quietly, Summer sat up straight and wiped her eyes. “Right, right. Don’t count your chickens or something, right?”

“Right.” I took a deep breath and then let out a long exhalation. “You going to be okay tonight?”

“Yeah,” she nodded and turned away from me. “I’ll be fine.” And then she turned and gave me a mysterious look. “Are you… going to go find someone to have sex with tonight?”

I arched an eyebrow and shook my head. “No, no plans.” I bit down on my impulse to ask, ‘Why? Are you offering?’ Instead, I held up my binder and tapped it. “I’ve got another final to go study for.”

“Right, right,” Summer blinked away the moisture in her eyes and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Ben.”

“Bye, Summer.”

I was waiting for her when she walked out the door. Yeah, I’d been sailing through Modern Lit and was pretty confident I had an ‘A’ when I turned in my exam early. But I couldn’t relax until I saw Summer again and found out how she’d done as well.

I had my answer when she emerged into the bright light, the sun’s rays reflecting in her hair as she broke into a smile that dazzled even brighter. I was just getting up from my seat on the bench when Summer broke into a run and sprinted at me. And I had just enough time to brace myself when she launched herself into the air and wrapped her legs around me in a big hug.

“I did it!” she crowed into my face as she hooked her arms behind my neck. “I NAILED it!”

I couldn’t respond verbally as she’d knocked the wind out of me, but I managed not to drop her and just smiled back warmly.

And then I couldn’t say anything further as Summer seized my head and planted a searing kiss on my lips, cramming her tongue into the back of my mouth as she attacked my mouth with intense passion.

When she pulled her head back, I was in a daze and she giggled while lowering her legs so that she could stand up on her own. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Whoa…” I wobbled for a minute at the unexpected ferocity of her kiss. “No problem. You can kiss me like that anytime…”

The beautiful blonde giggled. “I just may take you up on that.” She took a deep breath and then sighed happily. “Oh, Ben… I did it… I’m graduating High School! I did it! Because of you!” She tittered and giggled as she wrapped me up in a hug again.

I patted her on the back again and felt my own spirits rise with Summer’s enthusiasm. She looked up at me and for a brief moment, I was sorely tempted to scoop her up and plant another juicy kiss on her lips. But I resisted and just smiled.

Her own smile faltered for a second, her clear blue eyes searching into mine. And then the finality of it all began to sink in. And stepping right up to me so that those big tits were up against my chest, Summer wrapped her arms around me and looked up at my face. “Thank you, Ben. For everything, not just Modern Lit.”

“You’re very welcome,” I replied sincerely.

“In spite of everything going on, these past few days haven’t just been bearable; they’ve been some of the best days of my life,” Summer said sweetly while beaming up at me.

“Me, too.” It had been a long time since I felt close to someone without having regular sex with them. Maybe this was what Keira had meant about understanding real love, the kind of love that was possible without the clouded judgment of sex and lust. “I really enjoyed spending time with you.”

“Me, too,” Summer said in a husky voice, and for a second she got up on her tiptoes and leaned in towards me.

My eyes went wide. Of course I wanted to be intimate with Summer, but I also wanted not to be. This was about friendship, not lust, and when she moved in to kiss me I briefly worried that I wouldn’t be able to control myself.

Perhaps she saw my hesitation. Perhaps she stopped for her own reasons. But either way, Summer arrested her ascension almost as quickly as she started, and she settled back down to her heels.

Relaxing, I sighed. “I’m going to miss hanging out with you in the afternoon. Even though we weren’t doing anything, it felt really nice just to hold you in my arms, Summer.”

She smiled and then tilted her head. “Hey, you promised to just be there for me through the end of the week. Well, there’s still one more day of school left.”

I smiled and nodded. “Right.”

“Come over this afternoon? Hold me in bed?” Summer asked with shimmering blue eyes.

“Of course.”

She smiled and this time got up on her tiptoes to peck my cheek. “See you later.”

Brooke stomped into the house as soon as I pulled up to the curb. Freshmen HATED finals and my little sister was no different. Not that the rest of us enjoyed finals, but we were at least used to the grind.

So on autopilot, I drove off to Summer’s house, contemplating the weird twists and turns of my life. I barely spoke two words to Summer before becoming Adrienne’s boyfriend. Yeah, we partied together that Spring Break, but apart from some admiration for her gorgeous body, she was really no different from a hundred other girls at school. Even after Spring Break, we were just casual acquaintances and coincidental classmates for a single elective literature course.

Literally, I’d shown up for a casual study session just six days ago. Six days. Her world was crumbling and she ended up fucking my brains out. Since then there had been no sexual contact, and yet even though I’d been recently intimate with no less than FIVE other girls, Summer was the one I felt closest to.

She’d needed me. It was an intoxicating sensation, more alluring than being sexually desired. Summer didn’t just need my dick, she needed ME. She needed someone to hold her while she cried. She needed someone to listen while she bitched and moaned about the stupidity of the male species. And she needed a reliable hand to squeeze comfortingly, as if I were a combination living teddy bear, stress ball, and warm blanket. And on top of that, I was a Modern Lit tutor.

But now that need was almost over. Her academics were pretty much complete. And she’d weathered the worst few days post-breakup. From what I could see, she’d gotten most of Jae out of her system, and she would no longer need a shoulder to cry on. It was time to move on.

I’d miss her. In the last couple of months since breaking up with Adrienne, I’d gotten plenty of sex. I got laid pretty much as often as ever, despite not having a steady girlfriend, which is something most guys can’t say. But I had no emotional connection to anyone. I missed that part, and I’d gotten a taste of it back with Summer. But now that was ending, too. I wasn’t in a relationship. I wasn’t even dating. Summer and I were just in a temporary arrangement of support.

WE, Summer and I, were ending. And that made me sad. And it was in this state that I arrived at her house.

She met me at the door and immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”

I took a deep breath and looked at her forlornly. She said nothing but stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head against my shoulder.

“I’m going to miss this,” I told her. “I don’t think I’ve ever been able to just hug someone who wasn’t my girlfriend.”

I could feel her smiling. “That’s because you’re a boy. You get all weird about affection. Girls hug each other all the time.”

My mind flashed back to the Spring Break orgy, particularly to a moment where Summer and Adrienne were laying on top of each other face-to-face, making out and crushing their tits into each other while I drilled Adrienne from behind. Before I realized it, I let out a low groan and felt my cock rising to bump Summer in the belly.

She giggled and stepped back, looking at the bulge in my shorts.

“Sorry,” I murmured.

“Don’t worry about it,” Summer shook her head and then took my hand, squeezing it. “Come on in.”

We found ourselves lying on her bed. I was sitting up with a couple pillows supporting my lower back. I had Summer lying on my chest while I stroked her back, both of us lost in our thoughts. We both knew she didn’t need to cry and didn’t really need to be held or comforted anymore. But we also knew that we both enjoyed this quiet cuddling.

The only times I’d ever really held someone this intimately were either right before or right after having sex. Before sex, I would be aroused and horny and eager to get to the fucking. After sex, I cuddled out of satisfaction and mellowness.

But holding Summer like this just felt… relaxing. There was no pressure to move things along towards having sex. Actually, if we HADN’T fucked that first day, I might have been feeling some tension inside from desire for Summer. But now I could just feel peaceful and enjoy the pleasant affection without ulterior motive.

I would miss this.

I would miss her.

I wasn’t even with her, but I’d bonded to Summer and I wasn’t so eager to let go of that. So I asked softly, “Do we really have to stop?”

Summer chuckled and without turning her head to look at me, answered, “I have to give you back to your friends, Ben.”

“What if I would rather spend more time with you?”

She didn’t answer for a long few minutes, but twice I felt her arms tighten around me, clutching my body as if unwilling to ever let go. And then at last she let out a long exhalation of air. She tilted her head downwards, away from me. “I can’t spend any more time with you, Ben. If I do, I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with you.”

I smiled and stroked her back. I could very easily imagine myself with Summer as my girlfriend. “Would that really be so bad?”

“I’m going to college, Ben. I’m leaving home and moving on with my life.”

“UCLA isn’t so far away,” I pointed out, regretting it the moment I said it. Summer was starting a new chapter in her life. Who was I to try and hold her back? “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be pushing this.”

She sighed. “Ben, you’ve helped me so much. I’d have been a wreck this whole week if it wasn’t for you, and I may very well have failed all my finals. But just because I’ve had your support doesn’t mean I’m not screwed up inside.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve been through this enough times to know, Ben. I’m rebounding. I want to believe that these feelings I have for you are real. Most of the feelings probably ARE real; you’re a sweet guy. But… I’m smart enough to know that some of the feelings are pure rebound. And I don’t want to build a relationship on a rebound. It wouldn’t be fair to either one of us.”

I sighed. “I know, I know.” My 17-year-old brain understood. But my 17-year-old heart didn’t want to admit it.

Summer turned in my arms then and crawled up until her face was level with mine. She touched my cheek with one hand and then leaned forward, softly pressing her lips to mine.

The tender kiss increased in pressure until she tilted her head and opened her mouth. My hands snaked up behind her head and held her to me as I probed with my tongue. She whimpered and moaned as our tongues touched and then we were breathing heavily through our noses as our kiss built and built into a full-blown heavy makeout session.

I lost track of how long we kissed. I was deliriously happy and yet felt the dark cloud in the back of my head, creeping over the horizon and steadily approaching. And as if by mutual consent, Summer and I slowed down our kisses until we finally pulled apart, panting for air while staring into each other’s eyes from inches away.

It had been a thrilling kiss, and yet the instant it was over I immediately began wondering if that was our last. I got a pained look in my eyes and sighing, Summer moved up and pecked my forehead.

Stroking my cheek, she said quietly, “In another world, one where I’m not on the rebound from Jae and I’m not leaving for college in a few months, who knows where life might have taken the two of us?”

I closed my eyes and nodded. And when I opened them all my tension flooded out of me. I could accept. I took a deep breath and then looked at Summer’s pretty face. “Can we still be friends?”

She smiled. “Of course!”

I nodded and then sat up. Scooting my butt over, I moved towards the edge of the bed and started looking around for my shoes.

Summer sighed and sat up against the pillows, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. And then in a hesitant voice, she said softly, “Ben?”

I paused while reaching for my shoe and turned to look at her. “Hmm?”

“You’re leaving for this summer camp, when?”

“June 30th. Saturday.”

“Two weeks?”

I nodded.

“And then you’ll be gone for a month?”

I nodded again.

She took a deep breath and hugged her knees tightly. “Ben, I don’t want you to visit me at all for those two weeks you’re still here. Not after graduation.”

Hurt, my eyebrows furrowed and I sat back against the bed heavily. “What? Why?” I moaned. I’d expected that Summer and I wouldn’t be cuddling every afternoon or holding hands all day anymore, but I assumed she and I could still hang out and talk or even just go somewhere and be quiet together. I really DID feel quite relaxed when I was just near to her and saying nothing.

“Promise me, Ben. Promise.” Her voice cracked and new tears were forming in her eyes.

With a pained expression, I nodded slowly. “OK. I promise. Two weeks. But I reserve the right to visit come August.”

She barked a short laugh. “Okay.” And then she let out a long exhalation, seeming relieved.

“But why, Summer?” I whimpered. “I’ll do it. Not after graduation. But why?”

“Please, Ben? I… I’m over Jae. I KNOW it,” she said firmly.

I nodded. “That’s good, that’s good.” But I didn’t understand what that had to do with me.

Summer sighed. “But now… now I’m going to need time to get over you.”

“Get over?” I asked. “We’re just friends, Summer. We’ll always be friends.”

“I know we will. But… it’s already too late. I have feelings for you, Ben; feelings that I’m going to have to get over. And I can’t do that if you’re still around.”

I sighed and turned my head away, nodding slowly. “Me, too.”

She reached out and squeezed my hand. I squeezed back, never wanting to let go. But it was time to let go. I leaned over and pecked Summer on the cheek, resigned to our fates. She was right. In another world, who knew where life might have taken the two of us? But this was the only world we really had. It was a world where the timing was off, where she was rebounding from a boyfriend and I was just a teenager with too many hormones and a tendency to be led around by my erection.

I stood up and looked towards my shoes again. But instead of reaching for them, I found myself unable to move. I didn’t want to let go of her hand just yet. It was as if the moment I let go, it would all be over, and the hopeless romantic in me wished some magical, cosmic event would happen to change this world and make it possible for me and Summer to be together.

She didn’t let go of my hand either. I don’t pretend to know what was running through her mind, but I believed it was something similar to mine.

And then letting out one last breath of air… I let go.

My hand was free in the air for less than a second, because almost as soon as I released her, Summer grabbed my hand again and yanked me back towards her. I spun instinctively and her other hand went up to my face, guiding me to her lips as we kissed with passion and love and terror at losing each other.

Our clothes went flying in every direction. And before I knew it, Summer was fully naked with those impossibly big and round tits sitting upright and being compressed down by my bare chest. Her hand wrapped around my cock and guided it to her sexual center, and once she got my mushroom head slotted into position her hand darted around and pulled on my buttcheek while I drove myself into her, grunting in effort while she threw her head back and moaned happily at the penetration.

The second after my pelvic bone slammed into hers, Summer grabbed my head and we kissed with a frantic energy. Mid-kiss, I withdrew my hips several inches and then rammed myself forward, the impact breaking our kiss for a moment before our lips found each other once again. And after I did it three more times she finally had to turn her head to gasp for oxygen and start whimpering her pleasure while I pistoned in and out of her tight, clenching pussy.

“Oh, Ben! Oh I wanted this so much! Fuck me! Fuck me! Deeper! Oh, Ben, Ben, Ben! Love me! Fill me! Fuck me!”

“Summer!” I grunted and drilled into her with wild abandon. “Summer!” I groaned in absolute rapture that after nearly a week of cuddling and affection that we were once again joined together in the most intimate of positions.

Her legs were crossed behind my ass, tugging me all the way inside her body with every thrust. Our mouths found each other over and over as we made love with our tongues just as much as with our loins. And when I felt her body shudder beneath me and her inner muscles clamp down around my invading shaft, she kissed me so hard my teeth hurt.

Seconds later, I joined her, thrusting my cock in to the hilt and spewing out a diluvial torrent of jism deep into her clasping pussy.

“Ohhh!” Summer groaned in ecstasy while we both felt our climaxes coursing through our bodies, and her hips kept twitching for several minutes long after I’d finished filling her up with my cum.

After we’d both recovered, I set my forehead down onto the pillow beside Summer’s head. She turned her face to me and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. And then I rotated my face to hers so that I could get another one, this time on the lips.

I was supporting most of my weight on my own elbows, but I still felt the lush curves of her body pressed against my chest while my cock deflated inside of her. I truly had enjoyed making love with Summer, but I searched her crystal blue eyes for any signs of regret. Even when I was trying to be a “good guy” and share warm, platonic affection without sex, I still wound up getting laid, and I worried it was my fault.

But there was no regret in Summer’s eyes as she smiled at me and patted my back. “Now I’m REALLY going to need time to get over you,” she said softly. “If we made love like that one more time there’s no WAY I wouldn’t fall head over heels in love with you.”

My cock twitched at that thought, and Summer felt it inside her. My eyes lit up and I grinned, “Well, if you put it that way, maybe we should have another go.”

Summer giggled but pushed gently at my shoulders. Obediently, I rolled off and pulled my prick out of her, lying beside her while staring at the ceiling. She slid her hand into mine and gave it a squeeze. “In another world, Ben. But for now, it’s time for you to go.”

I wasn’t expecting to see Summer again until Saturday’s graduation ceremony. But on Friday morning, just as I came up from the parking lot with Brooke, the beautiful California blonde was standing there waiting for me.

“Hi…” Summer said sweetly as she wrapped her arms around me in a fierce hug.

“Hi!” I replied in surprise while patting her on the back. “What are you doing here? I thought you and the Senior girls were going to the beach today?”

“We are, but not until later. Candy said she’s gonna sleep in until noon.” Summer giggled, a sound that both brightened my spirits and broke my heart. I’d miss the sound of her voice. “I just wanted to see you before we left,” Summer finished.

“I’m glad.” I squeezed her hand.

We walked into the school together and eventually, we got into the general vicinity of my next final’s classroom. Summer realized we were stopping and she pulled me over to a quiet alcove. “Ben…” Her voice cracked. “I meant what I said. After Saturday, we can’t see each other anymore.”

I felt my shoulders sag, but I nodded in agreement. “I understand.”

She tilted her head to mine and leaned in as if to kiss me, but we both paused and after another moment’s hesitation, she turned her head and we hugged each other tightly. “Thank you, Ben.”

“You’re very welcome,” I replied in a soft voice while stroking her back.

We hugged for another few seconds before I felt that little tingle on the back of my neck that told me someone was watching us. I pulled back and looked over to see Adrienne standing there, giving us a funny look.

I returned to Summer and tenderly pecked her forehead. And then I released her away. She blinked away the little moisture forming in her eyes and sighed, turning and only then seeing Adrienne.

“Hey,” Adrienne offered.

“Hey,” Summer replied and then canted her head to the side with a wry grin on her face. “I’m so jealous of you, A.D.”

Adrienne furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked back and forth between me and Summer. “Jealous? For what?”

“For him,” Summer tilted her head towards me. “I only got a week. You still have him all next year.”

Adrienne bit her lip and looked at the ground, not entirely sure how to respond to that. But Summer just turned and touched her right hand to my cheek and squeezed my hand with her left.

And then with a little smile, Summer let go of me and walked away.