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Megan's Secrets

By: Belegon



She had shoulder length blond-brown hair that the sun had bleached to almost platinum on the top. Her body was slender with curves that were sweeping rather than dramatic and she had just a slight swell of a belly that added to the allure in the same way that a slightly asymmetrical rose seems more real than one that is perfect. Her eyes were the blue-green of deep water and she had a small impish nose that turned up slightly near the tip like one of those Turkish slippers you see harem girls wear in old Hollywood movies. Her skin had the healthy glow of someone who is often out of doors without the leathery sheen of the Apollo worshippers who turn back and forth on the beach to a timeclock.

In general terms, Megan was lean but not skinny. She had well-muscled limbs whose definition only showed when she stretched her arms over her head to banish the late afternoon yawns. Her facial bone structure could have been construed as nearly masculine were it not for the rose colored fullness of the lips that were poised over the soft precipice of her chin.

The only part of her that stood out from the theme of slender strength was the round bubble of her ass. It was not pronounced enough to look unnatural but it was full enough that a man's gaze would naturally linger even if being observed and a long stare would definitely be in order if he thought he could get away with it.

Megan knew that despite her overall fitness and how much time she spent on her hair and clothes, the thing that every man that met her remembered was her ass. In high school she was happy just to be noticed at first but by the time senior year came around she resented the sole focus of the boy's attention.

By the time I got to know Megan, in her sophomore year of college, it had become such an issue with her that to pay undue attention to it made you the object of her unrelenting scorn. If you wanted to even be her friend you needed to be cautious. Men who tried to date her because of her ass were fated to become sorority story roadkill, not only rejected by Megan but also by any girl on campus who had connections to any of the sisterhoods.

I saw Megan around campus and even had a class with her freshman year, but I got to know her because she pledged Zeta Phi as a freshman, a year before I pledged Phi Omicron. Zeta and Phi-O were sibling organizations and took it very seriously. Every pledge was paired up with a brother or sister from the sibling org, and that person was exempt from the "no talking to opposite sex" rules that both made their pledges adhere to outside of class.

The heavy-duty "Hell Week" period those rules applied to was actually three weeks long, and the pairings had a history of becoming fast friendships that rivaled even the bonds between the members of a pledge class. For most of us, this was the only real opposite sex contact in those three weeks and the time was long enough that most pledges opened up to their "mentor" almost perforce. There was surprisingly little history of them becoming couples. Mostly, it was a brother-sister relationship that developed. Of course, that was the entire point.

Megan and I were paired up by assumption that we would understand each other better because we were both athletes. Zeta and Phi-O pledges mostly came out of the ranks of the hardcore partiers or from the schools well known drama program. There were a few Zetas' on the softball and volleyball teams but I was the only athlete in my pledge class. Actually, it was being an athlete that kept me from pledging a frat as a freshman. I had played both football and basketball freshman year and the basketball season was in full-on conference play during "Hell Week". I was very serious about my sports and could not imagine letting my game slip because of the sleep deprivation and other hardships I imagined would be a part of the process. So I had gone to some of the parties but otherwise ignored the Greeks during my first year.

Sophomore year we had a new football coach and one of his rules was that those of us on a football-only scholarship would play no other sport during the fall semester. We could play baseball or track in the spring, but no basketball or hockey or anything else that would conflict with football. So bye-bye to basketball for me. In truth, I knew my days on the basketball team were numbered anyway. I was much better at knocking down running backs than twenty-foot jump shots. Besides, it meant I could pledge, which meant my dad was off my back. That is how I ended up in Phi Omicron instead of a more athletically inclined frat. My dad had been president of the Phi-O's when he went here and that meant I would be a Phi-O too. 

Megan was a soccer and volleyball player, which had a lot to do with her fitness level. I guess she ended up as a Zeta because of the other girls on the volleyball team. Anyway, somehow she got stuck with me as her "little brother". It was funny to me because I was actually a couple of months older than her, but there you go.

As "hell week" played out I found the truth of the stories. Megan was actually an incredible help not only in the ways I had expected but also in some others. I had a girlfriend, Cathy, and one of my worries had been that she would not understand, but Megan carried messages to her and they became friends. I had not really anticipated how hard it would be. I had the guys to talk to but sometime you just need to hear another point of view and Megan did that for me.

I was never one to talk with other guys about emotional issues anyway. OK, so what guy is, right? But even the normal stuff like complaining about girlfriends and family issues was not something I talked about with other guys. I would talk sports or music, sure. Rah, rah, male bonding testosterone talk; that was about it. Most of my male friends considered me a bit withdrawn and maybe even cold hearted.

My best friends have always been girls. Starting early in high school, I discovered I would rather talk about something I wanted a serious opinion on with my female friends. Pretty soon, all my close friends were female. If I had anything I needed to get off my chest, they were the ones with whom I talked.

Also, and this confused me even though I knew it to be true, it would not be my "girlfriend" but a friend who was a girl. For some reason, the girls I dated and the ones I considered real friends were different. A girl I was dating was going to get more of my softer side than the guys in the locker room were, but not as much as my female platonic friends. That part of it caused me no end of trouble. Girls broke up with me left and right because they were jealous.

So it was perhaps fated that I was going to end up very close to Megan. Then it happened. On Friday of the middle week, my grandfather died. It was not a surprise. Pa-Pa had been fighting cancer and cancer had been winning for quite some time. In a lot of ways it was a relief because he was no longer in the horrible pain. It still hurt.

My Pa-Pa had forbidden me to come home for a funeral when I had left for school in August. He was starting to waste away from the sickness and he said he did not want to be remembered that way, not by me. He made me promise.

The frat would have let me go home but they understood when I told them about his wishes. What they did do was to release me from some of the rules, though not all of them. I was free until Sunday morning to skip all the pledge activities and take some "personal time". I was also released from the ban on drugs or alcohol. I was not released from the opposite sex rule.

My girlfriend Cathy was not pleased. Secretly, I was. Like I said, I wasn't one to share pain with the guys or with a girlfriend. I did what most people my age would have done. I got completely fucking hammered. It was Megan that came to my rescue.

By midnight Friday I couldn't see straight. By 2 a.m. I was sicker than I had ever been before, or have been since. When the guys tried to help, I got aggressive and kicked them out of my room. Darren, who had known me a little longer than the rest, was smart enough to call Megan. It worked. Megan got through to me, or else I just ran out of alcohol. She sat with me, watched over me, even helped me to the rest room and made sure I only felt like all my insides were coming back out the way I had put the vodka in. 

I woke up Saturday afternoon to a horrible hangover and a sympathetic ear. By the time Megan tucked me in Saturday night and went back to her dorm, she knew more about me than anyone else alive. I was sure I would never be able to repay her.

A week later, just as we were all sure that the hassle was never going to be worth it, Hell Week ended. As per tradition, the conclusion of the final night was celebrated by a joint party between the Phi-O's and the Zetas starting at the stroke of midnight. For the last several years that tradition had included an honest-to-god barn dance, courtesy of a Phi-O alumnus who lived out in the countryside. 

The music and alcohol had a dramatic effect on everyone. Sure, the pledges had been forbidden to drink and been forced to be very restrained for college kids. What everyone who has never done it always forgets to consider is that it is a lot of work for the active members as well. So after three weeks of denial, it didn't take much to get the party headed in a direction that would have made Caligula proud. Pretty soon, almost a hundred college kids were threatening to set new debauchery standards when the music suddenly cut off.

Gina and Marty, the two presidents, walked over to the far end of the barn and got up to where a makeshift stage had been created out of hay bales.

"Awright! Can everybody hear me?" Marty shouted out at the top of his lungs, "I need all the pledges and the big brothers and sisters up front here! C'mon, gather round!"

It took a couple of minutes, even though everyone except the newly made fraternity brothers and sorority sisters had known it was coming. When everybody had gathered up close, Marty spoke again. "Ok, even though hell is over, all you former pledges have one more chore." Marty raised his voice to be heard over the inevitable groan. "This is between you and the person who has been there for you over the course of the last three weeks. Until you complete this task, you can't vote on proposals and you can't hold an office, so get it done this quarter. Gina?"

"Thank you, big brother," said the pretty brunette, "Yes, Marty was my big brother. And the rumor that completing this task you are about to receive was the first time I slept with him are completely false. It was the second."

"Everybody pair up with your big sibling. Let's go. C'mon, hurry up already. All right. Pledges, the person next to you has done more than you know. They have been your advocates in council, they have had your back and each and every one of them volunteered to lead you through this time before you were even offered a bid. Understand? Now it is time for you to pay them back. You must do them a favor. Anything they ask of you, PERIOD. This is how you pay them back for their efforts. Marty?"

"Thanks, Gina. Ok, let's go over a couple of things. One: the favor cannot be financial or material. No new cars or dipping into the trust fund. Two: Until the day you die, the actual favor should be a secret between only the two of you. It is not a matter for sharing with even your closest friends. Just for those of you who don't know, Gina was joking earlier. Sexual favors are not expressly forbidden, but they are, shall we say, problematical. They are NOT encouraged. Three: It is the responsibility of the big sibling not to ask the new member to do something they would not be comfortable doing. It is a test for the big sibling too. Don't abuse power. Finally, remember that everything that happens behind closed doors between us is forbidden to be discussed outside the bonds of fellowship. Anything that happens between Zeta and Phi-O is sacred and secret, including this party. Forever! NOW, Let's Party!"

The music started blasting again and pandemonium ensued, save for a few people giving questioning gazes to their big siblings. I was among them. Megan just gave me a sly smile and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Don't worry about it, let's just dance," she whispered into my ear. The way she said it made me think I was in a lot of trouble later.

Maybe it was the cryptic way Megan had said that last bit, maybe it was the sight of that famous ass wiggling it's way out to the dance floor. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation and exhaustion of the last 3 weeks combined with alcohol and a grinding beat. Suddenly, I had a problem. I was fascinated.

Oh, not just by her ass. By everything about her. Ok, you may ask, so what's the problem with that? She's cute, she's intelligent and she seems to like you. What part of this was a problem?

Megan was my friend. She knew all about me and I knew a lot about her. I couldn't be sexually attracted to her; it would screw up everything! How are you supposed to have a good, serious conversation with someone when you keep thinking about how you want to fuck? I tried to shove all of the thoughts I was having to the side and just concentrate on the music and for awhile I was successful. I had a great time dancing with Megan and a bunch of the other Zetas. By the time "last dance" came around I was sure I had the problem licked. After all, it was just a momentary lapse. It didn't really mean anything other than that Megan was an attractive girl and that I had noticed it. Still, no use taking chances. For that traditional last slow dance I looked around real quick and spotted Gina.

She seemed surprised when I asked her but didn't turn me down. I felt relieved to have managed to avoid having that last dance with Megan. I just wasn't sure how I would handle that and I was sure that I was not ready to deal with it in my inebriated state.

"Excuse me there, Brother Kyle, but I believe you're dancing with my girl," said Marty as he tapped me on the shoulder less than halfway through the song, "Mind if I cut in?"

"Of course not, Brother Marty," I replied. I turned to do the polite thing and finish the dance with Marty's partner. Of course, he had been dancing with Megan.

"Lucky me," drawled Megan, "Just the partner I wanted anyway." With that, she melted into my arms and there was no way I could have refused her even if I was fool enough to have wanted to. I let myself go and hugged my friend against me, enjoying the music and the dull buzz you get when you are just barely still drunk, that feeling that every thing is slowed down and magnified.

Her warm breath felt good against my neck as she rested her head on my shoulder and leaned in close while we swayed to the slow jam. All of a sudden I wanted to kiss her, an urge that I fought down and sent off to the deepest dungeons of my desire. There was a line to be drawn here and as I looked down and noticed Megan looking up at me I found the willpower and drew it. I would not kiss her.

My focus on my own inner struggle was completely lost as Megan did the absolute last thing I would have expected. She reached behind her to the hands I had resting on the small of her back and picked them up and moved them down to be cupping those incredible cheeks that I was trying to avoid thinking about. As she did it she leaned in and began to kiss me.

My reason may have been surprised, but my weak willed flesh was all too ready for the opportunity, I felt my hands squeeze her ass hard as my mouth opened and I began to kiss her passionately. My tongue flicked out over her teeth to capture hers and as our tongues began to play I reached up and pulled her hard into my body while I marveled at the thought of how many guys on campus dreamed about this exact situation.

Once again, thinking about the situation brought me back to a realization of whom I was kissing and what I was doing. I can't do this. I want to, but I can't. If I let this happen now, where will it stop? I searched for a reason to stop kissing her, any reason. But she wouldn't let me concentrate! How can I pull away from this?

Then I grasped it at last. Cathy! Cathy was my excuse! Reluctantly but suddenly, I broke the lock Megan had me in and pulled away from her.

"Megan, I have a girlfriend," I said in a voice so low even she must be struggling to hear it, "How can I do this? If I do, you'll always have it in the back of your mind. He cheated on her; he'll cheat on me. I have to go. Now." 

"Kyle, I don't think that is going to be a problem. Let me explain..."

"No," I told her, "No explanations. You know how hard this is for me. I'm leaving. If I stay, we will both regret it." I turned and hurried away, out of the barn and into the country night. I don't think she even tried to catch me, but I did not chance it by heading for my car. Instead, I turned left and headed out across the snow-frosted fields toward the wooded ridge that marked the property boundary and the train tracks that ran along it. I walked the tracks until the sky began to lighten in the east. Then I returned to fetch my car.

When I got there it was really getting lighter and the sun was only minutes away from greeting the world. There was a note on the windshield of my Chevy. I pulled it off, threw it into the front seat and started up the motor to head for campus. A lot of other cars were still here and I knew if I went into the barn I would be answering questions that I still did not have answers for myself. I pulled out of Chesterman's farm and headed back to town.

It was not until I pulled into the parking lot by Donnell Hall that I actually looked at the note. To my surprise, it was not from Megan.

"Kyle: We need to talk. Ring me later. - Gina."

It was already Sunday morning and the cafeteria would be opening soon. I was hungry, but I did not want to see anyone right now. I headed up to the third floor and a shower. Then I would sleep. Maybe I will call Gina later. Can't hurt.

My roommate Darren was awake when I turned the key and walked in. Matter of fact, he looked like he would be heading out soon. Where could he be going at 6 a.m. on a Sunday?

"Hey dude, you look beat! Well, you'll be able to sleep it off. Got the whole room to yourself until late tonight. I'm going down to Lancaster with Susan. Have a barbecue; meet the parents, all that jazz. You gonna be cool?"

"Actually, D," I replied, "I can use the solitude."

"Yeah," said Darren, "Well, when you get over your mood, call Cathy. There must be seven messages on that goddamned phone. I don't know for sure, I turned the ringer off after the third one last night. I'll see you late tonight or early tomorrow. I'll be gone when you get back."

"Back from where?"

"From your shower. I've been your roomie for a year and a half, dude. I know your morning-after-a-drunk habits. Although, I must admit, you look a little more sober than normal for the weekend. You alright?"

"Well, no," I answered in a remarkably truthful (for me) statement, "But it is nothing I want to talk about now. Enjoy your meet-the-parents barbecue and do yourself a favor. Don't make a pass at anybody's Aunt Janet this time."

"C'mon dude, you saw her, Aunt Janet was a hottie! But, yeah, I get your drift," replied Darren, "Don't worry. This girl is different."

I sat at my desk an hour later, still in the bathrobe from the shower, sipping a beer I had pulled from the fridge. Darren's last words were still in my head. Of all the things he could have said, none would have freaked me out more than those. This girl is different.

I knew what I wanted. It scared the shit out of me. But I knew I was going to have to take the chance. First, sleep. Then I need to have a little talk with my girlfriend.

I stood in front of Megan's door on Monday night and tried to get up the courage to knock. Last night had been hard, especially when Cathy started crying. She really had not done anything wrong and I felt horrible. But it had to be done. I took a deep breath and knocked.


Megan's Secrets Revealed



I sat at the kitchen table and stared into my coffee like it was an oracle that could tell me what to do next. I honestly had never even considered this possibility. Not that I felt bad about that. Who could possibly have expected this?

When Cathy appeared in that doorway, I thought I was going to die. My first thought had been that she was catching me in the act of cheating on her. Of course, that was wrong since I had broken up with her a week before. Then I thought to protect Megan by claiming it was entirely my fault. What a joke that had been...

"Cathy? Um, this isn't what it looks like I swear, I didn't mean to..."

"Don't be silly, Kyle. Of course it is what it looks like."

"Ok, yeah, I guess it is. But it is really all my fault. I led her on and created this. Megan would never do this if I had not pushed her to..."

"Kyle Miller! Don't you even try to take credit for this! I worked too damn hard to set this up," Megan backed away as she said it and sat up to look down on me. "You had absolutely no clue, and you know it. Your stupid attempt at being noble is just getting you into more trouble. This could have gone a lot easier."

"Ok, I'm really fucking confused now. I don't know what to say, and I don't know what to do. Either of you want to help me out here?" I looked from where Megan was sitting next to me on the bed over to Cathy in the doorway as I said it. I was still trying to think straight. The only thing I could really grasp at that moment was what a mistake it would be to open my mouth again.

Cathy moved into the room and set the tray down on the hope chest at the end of the bed. For a moment the rising sun shone through the white lace of the robe and I couldn't help but respond to how beautiful she looked. Then I remembered she was my ex, and the girl I had broken up with her in order to chase was sitting in bed with me.

I glanced over at Megan only to find her staring at Cathy with a look that I was certain had just been on my face. Cathy must have seen it, too.

"You like it, baby? I bought it special just for this weekend. I wanted to look pretty for you." As she finished speaking Cathy moved forward and leaned over to kiss Megan. Not a light, friendly best girlfriends kiss either. My jaw must have dropped a foot.

"So you obviously didn't tell him last night, then. Did you, Meg? Couldn't fit it into the, umm, conversation?" Cathy gave Megan a sweet, knowing smile.

"I'm sorry, sugar. I started to, but I chickened out. So I told him something else."

"Really? That fast?" Cathy giggled, "It was months before you told me. Judging from Goldie there on the nightstand he didn't run away either, did he? I told you he wouldn't. Did you have fun, baby?"

As Megan grinned and nodded, Cathy once more leaned in to kiss her. It was too much. I couldn't take it.

"Now hold on just one fucking second! Months? Months, Megan? Cathy? The whole time you and I have been together? How the fuck is that possible?" I found my voice rising despite willing it not to do so.

"It's easy, Kyle. You saw what you wanted to see; heard what you wanted to hear. Neither of us ever lied to you. And the whole time we've been together? Excuse me, but didn't you dump me? Didn't you think it was a little odd that Meg and I got friendly so quick? Oh no, not God's gift to women. Not possible that any girl could want more than you could..."

"HEY, I wasn't seeing another GUY behind YOUR back, Cathy!"

"WELL, MAYBE NOT SEXUALLY, BUT WHERE WAS I ON THE PRIORITY LIST, YOU SON-OF-A..."

"OBVIOUSLY HIGHER ON IT THAN THE REAL TRUTH WAS ON YOURS..."

"CATHY! KYLE! Knock this shit off now!" Megan didn't say it harshly, but she had to yell for us to hear her over our own argument. "Cathy, sugar, we can't do it this way. Remember what we talked about? Kyle, get your ass out of here and let me talk to Cathy for a minute. Go down to the kitchen and have a cup of coffee. And calm down. Remember what I said last night? Nothing is different about that this morning. Please?"

"Yeah, Mr. High and Mighty! Get the fuck out of here for a minute! After what you pulled last Sunday..."

"What I pulled? WHAT I PULL..."

"KYLE! Please? I swear I will be right down. Just let me talk to Cathy for a minute."

"Meg, I..."

"CATHY! Shhh, sugar, just give me a sec. Kyle, I know you're confused and probably hurt. So is Cathy. And it is all my doing. So give me a second, ok?"

"But I...ok. I will go down and have a cup of coffee. But I want an explanation. And it better be good."

"Honey, I promise you, it will be. Just let me calm Cathy down, ok? This has been really hard on her."

"Yeah, I can believe that. It's already the weirdest morning I've ever had..."

So I grabbed a robe that was hanging on the back of the door and went downstairs. I grabbed some bacon off the griddle and poured a cup of coffee for myself. Then I sat down alone at the kitchen table, trying to make sense of it all. Upstairs I could hear Cathy and Megan talking. I couldn't hear the actual words, but I could sense the rise and fall of the conversation through the pitch of their voices. I could tell Megan was reminding Cathy of things they had already talked over. I could tell when a decision was reached. They stood up; one set of footsteps walked towards the bathroom and the shower was turned on.

I took my coffee and moved into the living room to sit on the couch where things had started last night. Our clothes were still here, but Cathy had folded them and set them off to one side on a rocking chair. How long had she been here? How had she known where to come?

"Because it's my house, Kyle."

"Huh?" Oh god, I hadn't realized I was talking out loud. "Cathy, I'm sorry I yelled. It was just such a shock. So I lashed out. I'm used to responding that way, you know. Something unexpected happens and I start looking to hit somebody."

"You were shocked. Well, now you know how I felt on Sunday. Do you have any idea how much your little attempt at being noble almost cost? I must admit, I thought I knew you better than that. But no, Megan was the one who predicted it. It just hurt so much. It caught me by surprise. I didn't think you could surprise me, and I sure as hell didn't think my girlfriend would know my boyfriend better than I did."

Cathy came over and sat down on the couch next to me. It was awkward. I didn't know what to do. I mean, it had only been a week. I still kinda felt like she was my girlfriend. I even started to put my arm around her. She made the decision for me. She leaned over and put her head on against my neck and my arm just naturally fell off the couch and draped her shoulders.

"By the way, you look really cute in my purple and pink bathrobe."

The laughter was healing. It relaxed me, and I started to just talk.

"I don't get it, Cathy. How did this happen? I mean, I never even suspected."

"Of course you didn't. We didn't want you to suspect. We played it like we met through you. Besides, it is not exactly the first thing that would pop into your mind. Megan and I don't exactly look like a couple of raging bull dykes, eh? Wake up, Kyle. There ain't no such thing. Anymore than all football players are brain dead he-men woman haters."

"Well, I don't know, Cat. You don't know a lot of the guys on the team."

"Shhh. Listen, I flirted with you first, remember. I wanted a man; you were cute, and smarter than you looked. Megan knew you were thinking about pledging, so she checked with some of the guys. They said you were a little distant but basically honorable and an ok guy. So I made you take me out. But I didn't count on falling in love with you, you bastard. You weren't supposed to be so decent. You were just a fuck toy. But then you turned out to be so much deeper than that."

"So I started spending a lot more time with you. Megan got jealous. She had always known I was still interested in guys, but the sharing things other than sex was harder for her. So she started thinking about boys again for the first time since high school. She went out with a couple of guys, and I realized what was happening. So I came up with this plan. I could fix everything. Megan would have a chance to play, and I would get to keep both of you. But you started backing off before I could do anything. Then you pledged, and Megan talked Gina into making sure she got you as her little brother. I thought she could fix it all. I was going to get my cake and eat it too."

"Then it all went to hell when your Grandpa died. You were hurting, and I couldn't see you. When Megan got the phone call from Darren, we thought it was perfect. She could help even though I couldn't. But then things got really weird."

"I know. Because I started telling Megan things I never told you. Like how I don't sleep with the girls I really let in to my heart."

"Which really fucking hurt me, by the way! That you could say that about me..."

"But don't you see, Cathy? That's why. That's why I was pulling away. I started wanting to tell you things. I wanted more from you. And I didn't think I was ready for that."

"Oh but you were ready to do it with MY girlfriend!"

"Not at first. Not until she kissed me..."

"Which I had not planned on. I wasn't lying Kyle. I got a little drunk and things got out of control. I shouldn't have kissed you. You're the first man I've kissed in almost two years."

I hadn't even heard the shower turn off, but Megan was standing at the bottom of the stairs wrapped in a towel.

"So after you took off on me, I went and told Gina what I had done. Gina knows about Cathy and I, and she was a little surprised to say the least. Even though she had warned me I was playing with fire. She gave me the 'I told you so' look and then told me to go home. That she would fix it."

"FUCK! Does everybody know about this but me?"

"Really, Kyle, I promise it's not like that. Gina and my roommate Linda are the only ones that know anything, and Linda knows a lot less than Gina. Otherwise, it is just the three of us."

"Anyway Kyle," Cathy said as she got up and started walking over to the stairwell, "We thought we had it under control. But then you did the one thing we had never even suspected. You broke up with me. Suddenly, all my plans were for nothing. And you dumped me for my own girlfriend! I was hurt, I was shocked, and I was furious. I thought Meg and you had been up to something behind my back. As soon as you left I went over to confront Megan with my proof that she had been cheating on me."

"Which is why I had been crying when you showed up," Megan said, taking over as she put her arm around the shorter girl. "I thought Cathy and I were through. We finally managed to get calmed down, and we were going to go see you together. But you came to my room first. To tell me what Cathy had already figured out. That you were in love with me." 

"So all along you were going to just add me as a third to your couple? Tell me something girls, did you ever think to ask my opinion about this?"

"Well, yes." said Megan. "But we didn't really think you would refuse us. I mean, it's every guy's fantasy, right? Two gorgeous girls at the same time? Besides, we knew that once you realized that we were ok with it, and that we wanted it that way...I mean, you already wanted us both. We already knew that."

"So c'mon back upstairs, lover boy," Cathy said, crooking a finger at me before turning and giving Megan a deep slow kiss. As the two girls tongues darted together, I felt the inner confusion and misgivings start to melt away. 

But my pride wouldn't let me give in so easily. I had been played for a major fool. All of my own personal bullshit about being in control of my emotions and my life and these two girls had completely twisted me in a knot and made plans to just use me. Even thought the anger was pretty much gone, I still felt perplexed at how easily I had been deceived. 

"C'mon upstairs? This isn't a bad porno flick! The two of you have been incredibly cold and calculating about all of this and now I'm supposed to just give in and follow you upstairs like a little boy after the candy?"

Cathy gave me a grin that could have sold a thousand used cars. "You've tasted us both. Aren't we a little sweeter than candy?" 

"Until last night I would have said you were the best lover I ever had, Cat. The only girl who has ever made me feel it more intensely is the one whose ass you're grabbing. But you know what they say about if something seems too good to be true then it probably is? It's too easy and too hard at the same time. How is this supposed to work in the long run? How am I supposed to trust either of you ever again? Yes, the two of you together would be everything I ever wanted but..."

"Kyle," Cathy interrupted, "Do you remember the movie we watched the other night. Do you remember what Willy Wonka said happened to the man who suddenly got everything he ever wanted?" She leaned over and whispered something in Megan's ear.

"No, Cat," I replied, "what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he ever wanted?"

As Cathy smiled Megan slipped her head down to Cathy's chest, moved aside the white silk and began sucking on the pink nipple beneath the lace. Cathy's breath caught before she turned back to stare me dead in the eyes.

"He lived happily ever after, Kyle..." 

She said it and then pulled Megan back up to her face and slipped her tongue into Megan's waiting mouth. Megan moaned as Cathy's hands ran down her back to grasp those wonderful ass cheeks and squeeze them hard. Megan dropped back down to lick Cathy's nipples one more time and then they both looked in my direction. 

What am I, nuts? Any guy I know would kill to be here watching this. Let alone being invited upstairs to play.

I got up off the couch and walked slowly across the room to where both Megan and Cathy were reaching out for my hands. They pulled me into their embrace, and suddenly I was kissing them both; turning my head to kiss Megan and then back to Cathy, then pulling away to watch them kiss each other. I let my hands roam up and down their bodies and then come to rest with one on each girl's ass. Cathy's was much smaller and tighter than Megan's, in dramatic contrast to Cathy's almost oversized chest.

Cathy giggled suddenly and pulled us in tight.

"I've been wanting this for so long. It was so hard, being with one of you one night and the other the next. When the whole time I was dreaming of both of you. I can't believe this is finally happening, especially after I came so close to losing you. I couldn't bear to lose either of you and yet I almost lost you both."

"Cathy, love, just because Kyle was being an idiot don't think I was going anywhere. I was never leaving you, you have to know that."

"No, Meg, you're wrong. I saw the look in your eyes. It came close. If he had said so, you would have left me." A single tear started to trickle down Cathy's face.

I kissed it away. I didn't say anything, just kissed away the tear and then looked deep into Cathy's eyes and then into Megan's. I straightened my shoulders with a little shake and tried to thrust out my jaw and look strong.

"I think I'm man enough for you both."

The quasi-serious statement broke both girls into fits of laughter and some of the tension lifted away. Cathy recovered first and put a scowl on over her grin. 

"I guess we better take you upstairs and let you prove it then."

She grabbed the lapels of her own purple and pink robe and pulled me up the stairs, walking backwards, her eyes locked on mine the whole time. Deep in her eyes there was something new there. Call it intensity, or a sharp focus. She had made up her mind about something and now it was going to be hers. Deep in her eyes there was something new. It was almost feral. Carnivorous. It being the first time I'd seen it, it scared me a little. I've learned, however, that the look presages something special, and if I just let it happen I will be made deliriously happy.

She was channeling the emotional energy that had led to tears only a moment before. Making it work for her instead of against her. It was the first time she ever really took command.

Megan was following me up the stairs and her breathing was a lot harder than the short flight could account for by itself. I glanced back as we entered the bedroom again and the sun reflecting off her face made her look something like a child on Christmas morning, a child that was just coming around the corner and discovering that Santa really had visited in the night. Cathy's voice interrupted my dream state. "Oh god. I've been dreaming about this for two months. Why don't you two get rid of those things?"

I let Cathy's robe fall backwards off my shoulders as Megan let the towel drop to the floor. We both stood naked in the light of the early morning sun while Cathy cast her shadow across us. She still wore the white lace robe and silky teddy and with the sun behind her she looked like an angel if not a goddess.

"Come here and get me out of this. I want to feel your hands and lips on my body. I'm the one that didn't get laid last night, remember? I want to be spoiled..."

I looked over at Megan and then motioned with my eyes towards Cathy. Megan nodded and moved forward to stand on Cathy's right while I stood on her left. We made eye contact again before pushing the while lace robe off Cathy's shoulders to fall to the floor and then we stared at each other while we slipped the straps of the silk and lace teddy aside. We had to pull it forward a bit so it would not hang on her chest. As it fell to Cathy's hips, I reached down and slid it the rest of the way. Megan took Cathy's chin and turned to kiss her once more.

I slid the teddy into a white silken puddle at Cathy's feet and then ran my hands back up over her thighs and belly to rest on the underside of her tits. I moved my thumbs over each nipple and leaned over her. Megan sensed me, pulled her mouth away and used her hand on Cathy's chin to turn her into my kiss. As my tongue lanced out to slip over Cat's teeth I felt my left thumb pushed aside and Megan began to suck on Cat's right nipple.

The breath left Cathy for a moment and she began to lean forward into me. Then she straightened, as though she had remembered her desire to be the one in control. I filed the lapse away in my mind for use later as Cathy stepped forward out of the teddy and moved her hands up to control both Meg and my chins, using the tip of the nail on each index finger. Cathy spun and walked backwards to the bed, her nails digging into our soft skin as she used only that hard tip to compel each of us to follow her. When her legs came to rest against the bed she eased down and moved her hands behind our heads. She tangled her fingers in Megan's hair and pushed down upon my shoulder to bring us to our knees on either side of her.

Megan bent her head down and began kissing down Cathy's leg to her right foot. I watched as Meg her tongue across the top of the foot and slipped Cathy's big toe into her mouth. Cathy's whole body shivered as she continued to lick and suck at her big toe. Megan glanced up at me and raised her eyebrows. I took the hint, and began kissing my way down from Cat's left leg as Meg had done with her right.

Cathy's hands squeezed the edge of the bed hard as I joined Megan in making love to her toes with my mouth. It was something I had never thought of doing. I found it fascinating the way Cathy was alternating between deep moans and little giggles as one of us touched her in a way that tickled. The whole reaction from Cathy was interesting. She was definitely feeling this in more places than just her feet and I decided that this could be a fun game to play later. But right now I wanted something more direct. I began to re-climb the leg with kisses. 




Megan's Secrets Revealed



I made my way slowly up to her knee, concentrating on each nibble and sucking her flesh into my mouth as though to give her a series of mini-hickies. As I reached the inside of her knee I felt Megan's head beside mine, and we fell into a natural rhythm, alternating our small nips as we both moved towards the dark triangle of hair that pointed like an arrowhead towards our shared goal.

As we both began moving Cathy's legs wider apart, her breathing became deeper and she began to lift her hips up to meet us. I watched as Megan slipped her head inside Cathy's thighs and jutted her tongue out to run along the wet folds. She stopped at the top and sucked Cathy's clit into her mouth for a moment, then moved back down and pushed her tongue as deep inside as she could, her face pressed against Cat's pussy. Cathy's hands once more found their way into Megan's hair and she arched her back to try and drive Meg further inside. I was in awe at what I was seeing. Porn in no way prepares you to see the woman you love eating another girl's pussy.

Megan pulled back suddenly and thrust her mouth hard against mine. I kissed her wildly, the wetness of Cathy's arousal covering her. I drank in the taste of Cat's pussy all over Megan's lips and tongue, using my tongue to try and get every slight spot of flavor.

Megan pulled back and then put her hand behind my neck to push me down into Cathy. Cat's breathing became even harder as we switched places and it was I driving my tongue inside her. I duplicated Megan's trick of sucking Cathy's clit so hard and was rewarded with a sharp gasp from her. Cathy's legs began to tremble in a way that I remembered and suddenly my ears were being squeezed as Cathy came with a sudden rush of fluid and a little half-scream of pure lust. I couldn't remember her ever coming so quickly, but then the situation was pretty intense. I knew that Cathy was one of those lucky girls that could just keep going, so I didn't back off but decided to try for a second orgasm.

Cathy had other ideas. She grabbed one of my ears between her thumb and index finger and pulled me up towards her face. She kissed me and then looked hard into my eyes.

"Now, suck my tits and watch. Watch as our girlfriend licks my pussy. Because I never gave you permission to break up with me, so you are still mine. Just like Megan is. You both belong to me. And you will do whatever I tell you to do. Won't you, Megan?"

"Yes ma'am," Megan giggled. She was looking at me, not at Cathy, as she said it. There was a glint there that warned me she had more to say; one that I saw but was pretty sure Cathy didn't.

I did as instructed. I took Cathy's nipple into my mouth and sucked at it while I looked down to where Megan was kneeling between her legs. It was hard to concentrate on what I was doing while this was going on. Megan did not seem to have that problem. 

She attacked Cathy's pussy with abandon, putting her hands under Cathy's little butt to pull her up harder into her mouth. She went back and forth. For a while she would lick at Cat, running loops and swirls with her tongue before flattening it out and pressing hard, wiggling her whole face gently around as the pressure of her tongue on Cathy's cunt made her cry out in little gasps. Every so often she would suck Cathy's lips into her mouth or move up and purse her lips around her clit while she sucked on it so hard that her cheeks went concave. Whenever she did that she would glance up at me to see if I was enjoying the show. I responded by using those times as a cue to use my teeth a little more on Cathy's tits, something she has always enjoyed.

I lost track of time for a bit, completely enveloped in the game that Megan and I made of manipulating Cathy's body. We worked together to keep pushing her right to the edge and then backing off lightly so that she would not quite go over. We played with that plateau for quite some time before Megan gave me a signal with her eyes.

I bit down on the nipple I had in my mouth while squeezing Cathy's other tit hard in my hand. At the same time Megan pulled her clit as far back into her mouth as he could and closed her eyes to concentrate on sucking hard. This time Cathy was pushed over and fell hard. Her body jumped up off the bed and her mouth opened wide in an almost silent half-moan/half scream. Every muscle locked and tightened until she collapsed back down in release, momentarily exhausted with the effort. Megan moved her head up with a huge smile and without thinking I put my hand up to high five her like I would after a sack or a vicious hit. Megan moved to meet me and Cathy looked up at us bemused as we celebrated our new athletic endeavor.

Megan stood and moved over to the opposite side of the bed. She leaned over and I kissed her while Cathy looked up at us contentedly. Megan sat down and leaned against the headboard. I pulled the pillows into a backing and lifted Cathy up off the bed to move her there also, and then kissed them both before leaning against the headboard myself. For a time we just sat there in the morning light, occasionally turning our heads to kiss each other, giggling as we tried somewhat unsuccessfully to try a three person French kiss. I ran my hands through Cathy's hair and through Megan's still damp locks, still a little wet from the shower but drying quickly.

"Now what?"

It was me who said it. I was a little surprised to hear myself speak, but I probably should not have been. If anyone could ruin this moment it would be me. But neither of the girls seemed disturbed.

"Now we go downstairs and actually eat the breakfast I spent so much time making. Then, Kyle and I can have our shower. Then we just spend the day naked and getting used to this. Does that make sense to both of you?"

"The food part makes sense to me," said Megan. "I'm starving!"

"But, Megan," I protested, "You just ate!"

I expected at least a little laugh. Instead my two girlfriends just looked at each other and shook their heads.

It was a slightly strange if still wonderful day. Like Cathy had suggested, we spent the day naked. It was still weird walking around with two nude women, but I think I adjusted pretty well. We watched a couple movies and made out a lot, sometimes all three of us. (Like when Megan joined Cathy and me in what turned into a very cramped but very fun shower. The hot water ran out before things got really interesting, but it was still very fun.) I must admit it was a little disconcerting to turn a corner and find the two of them acting so familiar with each other in that way. In a sense, they had still had way more time to be prepared for this. They had planned for this eventuality, had felt out each other's misgivings or apprehensions. I had been surprised with it only hours ago.

There did seem to be one bone of contention. Several times I caught them discussing something only to change the subject suddenly when I came into the room. It seemed as though Megan was pushing something and Cathy was looking for an escape. I found out what it was about soon enough.

That night was odd. Even who was going to sleep in the middle had already been determined by them before we actually left campus, and my anger at being manipulated was still there. I wanted Megan in the middle. With all due respect to Cathy, my reasons for breaking up with her were still there. Megan was who I was in love with. Cathy also seemed focused on Megan, but Megan was absolutely torn. To her, the three of us were completely equal in importance. I consented to sleeping in the center. We lay there, both girls heads on my shoulders, with their hands on my chest, fingers entwined. Again I wondered at my good fortune. We all kind of knew what was going to happen in a few minutes, but for a little while it was nice to just lay there and anticipate it. I had not expected what did happen next.

"Are you ready, sugar?"

Megan was not talking to me. One thing that had been established during the day was that "Sugar" meant Cathy. It seemed very important to Cathy that it stayed that way.

"I don't know Megan. I know what we said, but it is just so..."

"Sugar, you promised. Before we ever started this you knew how bad I wanted it and agreed to it..."

"I know. This whole day has just been so weird. Wonderful, but weird."

"So? Are we doing this? I could live with it being another night...but I really want it to be now..."

"Um, excuse me? What are we talking about?"

Both girls' fingers found my lips in a shushing manner at the same time. They stared at each other over me for a moment, and then turned together and began to kiss me. I could sense a decision had been made. I tried to be pissed about it, really. But it was so distracting, what they were doing... 

Two sets of fingernails trailed down my chest to my already hard cock. Megan moved in to kiss me while I felt Cathy begin to kiss her way down my chest. Cathy's warm mouth slipped over the head of my cock as Megan moved up on the bed to thrust her nipple into my mouth. Megan threw her leg over me and then I felt Cathy leave my cock and move over to lick Megan's exposed pussy. We continued this for a while; with Cathy occasionally slipping me into her mouth long enough to keep me hard before moving back to Megan.

Megan looked down at me and caught my eyes with a smoldering gaze for a long moment. Then she bent down to whisper in my ear.

"Help me move Cathy up here now. I want you behind me, inside me as I get her off. I want her relaxed, but I want to have my fun before we.... switch."

I lifted Megan up as she swung her leg back over. Cathy glanced up at us, my cock in her mouth. She gave it one long last sucking pull that brought the air out of me in a rush before she moved up to kiss Meg again. I moved to the side and grabbed Cat by her slender hips and slid her across the quilt to lean against the headboard while Megan began crawling between her legs. She slipped her head down to kiss Cathy's pussy and I just watched for a second as that incredible ass of hers was thrust up into the air.

I ran my fingers lightly down Megan's back to take my position behind her on my knees. Cathy's eyes were fluttering open and closed. She wanted to see what was happening but the feelings in her pussy were overwhelming her vision and she kept throwing her head back, eyes closed and mouth open.

I slid easily into Megan's wet cunt and rocked back and forth in time with the movements of her head in Cathy's lap. Both of Cathy's hands were now clutching at Megan's head and shoulders. Megan knew exactly what she was doing. In almost no time she had Cathy squirming beneath the assault of her tongue and lips. I watched in fascination, sometimes forgetting to move until Megan would remind me by wiggling back against my hips. Soon Cathy could hold out no longer and I watched as her orgasm gently built up and then sprang its release across her face and shoulders. It was more subtle than her one this morning, like an old friend slipping in a side door.

Megan slid her way up Cathy's body and kissed her softly. Then she gripped her by the shoulders and rolled over so that now it was Cathy's ass that was jutting up in front of me. It didn't seem right that it had been almost a month since I last was inside that juicy cunt and my instincts took over and I leaned forward to thrust my cock inside Cathy's pussy. Cathy pushed back to meet me and I watched as she took the path down to return Megan's recent favor. I kept my movements long and slow, savoring the view and trying to commit all of it to memory in case I woke up and it was all one crazy, incredible dream.

You could tell that Cathy and Megan were long-time lovers: the ease between them and the way each knew exactly what the other liked. Cathy leaned into her lap and kissed around Megan's lips before sliding her tongue from bottom to top and then sucking Megan's clit into her mouth. Cathy quickly brought Megan to the same kind of comfortable climax that she had experienced. Megan slid down from the headboard to kiss her girlfriend and whispered something I could not hear. Cathy shook her head "no," but the look in Megan's eyes was not one to be denied, and soon Cathy's shoulders slumped forward as she simply said, "OK."

"Kyle, I want you to do that special favor for me now."

"What is it, Megan? What could you want that we aren't already doing?"

"Oh, you're going to do something I've been wanting to see for a long time. See, Cathy loves to do things to me that she never lets me do back. So now she is going to get it, like it or not. She just agreed to this, didn't you, my little slut?"

"Yes," Cathy spoke in a very subdued voice. "Megan is in charge Kyle. Do whatever she says. I'm game. Barely."

I was already suspecting what was next and when Megan reached for the little tube of Astroglide that was still on the side table I knew I had guessed right. Megan poured a little into her palm and began running her hand up and down my hard cock before she squirted some right onto Cathy's asshole.

"Cathy's never had anything bigger than my finger up here, Kyle. But in a second I'm going to guide your cock inside her little virgin hole. I want you to pound her ass the way she does mine with that fucking huge dildo of hers. I want her to scream into her pillow and cry. I want you to fill her ass the way you did mine last night, and I'm going to make damn sure she comes while you do it. And we're going to keep doing this every night until I say stop."

"Megan, I don't want to hurt her..."

"Don't worry, baby, you won't injure her. But it will hurt. I want it to hurt her."

All this time she had been rubbing her hand over my cock and Cathy's ass. Now she grabbed me almost roughly and pulled me forward to rest against the little puckered rosebud of Cathy's asshole.

"Are you sure you want this, Cathy? I won't do it if you say "no," even if it does piss Megan off."

Megan looked like she was going to clock me a good one but Cathy spoke up and saved me.

"Just let's get it over with. I did promise her I would do whatever she asked."

"That's the position I'm in, too. But I won't lie to you Cathy. I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"So do it, Kyle. I can handle it. Please."

Megan held my cock steady as I slowly pushed forward. It wasn't like slipping into Megan the night before. Cathy's body fought me. The strong muscles of her ass didn't want me there and even though I was easily as hard as I've ever been, it was so hard to push in that I was bending away a little.

Megan slipped her fingers down around the head of my cock and circled the little rosebud it was pushed against. She had put a little more lube on her fingers, and the extra bit of glide must have been just enough. I felt the head of my cock as it passed a tight ring that dragged over it and pushed into it from all sides and then I slipped into her far enough that the ring slid over the my glans and onto my shaft.

Cathy's shoulder's and back were rigid with tension; I thought about running my fingers up to pinch some of the hardness out of them with a quick massage but as I eased my grip on Cathy's hips she started to lean forward and I began to be pushed back out of her ass. Remembering my promise, I grabbed her hips and slowly moved deeper. Cathy's face was turned away from me but I could hear her giving a high-pitched vibrato of a cry that was managing to force its way past hard clenched lips. This really was hurting her.

I looked over at Megan. She was looking down at where my cock had started to disappear, the head and maybe an inch and a half of the length of it now pushed inside. The look in her eyes was quietly intense, as though she was concentrating on enjoying and remembering what she saw before her. Her jaw had dropped slightly and her lips were barely parted. I couldn't quite decide if the look of satisfaction on her face had more to do with arousal or revenge.

I leaned over to Megan and kissed her gently, slipping my tongue inside her lips and feeling her respond and give in to kissing me back. Then I pulled away and captured the stare of her eyes. I slid my eyes over towards where Cathy had now turned her head to one side, hoping Megan would look the same direction. Cathy's eyes were shut in concentrated force, as though she could make all the pain retreat by pushing her eyes together harder. Her forehead and cheekbones were coming closer together and her eyes seemingly retreating into the folds. Her throat was vibrating with inwardly held sobs as the pain of my invasion registered. 

Megan's posture suddenly softened and she fell onto the bed next to her lover and raised her hand to stroke the side of Cathy's face, and kissed her gently.

"Cathy, sugar, you have to relax. It won't hurt so much then. Try this; stop trying to close off your ass. That's what you're doing right? You can feel Kyle's cock and you want to shut off the way. Don't clench from the sides. Focus on it higher, up behind your stomach and between your hips. Ok, sugar?"

The pressure against me eased a little as Cathy listened to Megan's voice and I guess that she did what she was told with the muscles. But it might have been just as much the way that Megan was talking to her and that she was listening to Megan stole some of the concentration on clamping down. That hard ring of muscle still gripped me, but it moved back from the edge of pain and became a little more like it had been inside Megan, a pleasing grab of tightness. I looked down at where the first third of my cock was buried. It seemed otherworldly that as I looked down there was not another hole above the one I was in. Cathy's pink skin was pulled tight around and it looked as though I were literally splitting her in two, as though I were being sucked right inside her body instead of slipping into an opening that had already existed.

"Kyle?"

Megan's voice brought me back to the moment and I looked up at her. Cathy's face was more relaxed, and her eyes were open and gazing at her girlfriend with a mixture of fear and trust. Megan turned her face briefly to kiss Cathy and then looked back at me. 

"Cathy, Kyle is going to move forward when I tell him to, OK? When I tell him, I want you to push down on him like you are trying to push him out, OK? It sounds wrong, I know, but it will be easier. Once we get him all the way in, then we'll give it a second for you to get used to it before he starts to go back and forth."

Cathy gave a slight nod, her eyes locked on Megan the whole time. Megan looked back at me and stared into the back of my eyes. The air seemed to crackle with the intensity of that gaze.

"Push, Kyle. Go slow, but don't stop until you can't go any further."

I leaned into Cathy and did as Megan told. I felt the change inside as Cathy responded to Megan's whispered instructions. I began to ease in with much less resistance and it became more of an effort to hold back and move slowly than it was to push forward. I couldn't see Cathy's face because Megan was kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear, but I could tell that this was easier for her. She still had little shakes in her throat but the held-back high-pitched whine had gone away.

I kept slipping forward until finally I looked down and realized that there was no more of me to slide in. I was completely engulfed by Cathy's asshole. The firm grasp of her was at the base of my cock and I could feel the gentler but still insistent hold the inside had on the rest of me. I held still there, leaning slightly over Cathy's back while Megan stroked her hair and gave her little kisses. Megan whispered something that I couldn't quite make out and Cathy gave the slightest of nods and put her head back down into the pillow.

Megan got up on her knees and ran her hands lightly down Cathy's back until they were resting on her ass cheeks. She put her face right up to me so our noses were almost touching and I could not quite focus on her eyes because they were so close. She kissed me lightly and settled back on the backs of her legs, never losing eye contact as she ran her hand to where she could circle the edges of her girlfriends tightly stretched anus and tickle my cock.




Megan's Secrets Revealed



"Now, I want you to pull back a little bit at a time Kyle, understand? I want to feel your hard prick moving back out of her, ok?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Move back nice and slow..."

I leaned back just a little and watched and felt as my dick slipped out slowly. Cathy's virgin ass pushed at me as I moved back, but I stayed firm and gentle in my movements. The pressure was so firm; I had to almost push back in to keep from going too fast. Cathy started to lean forward but Megan's hand reached out behind her and grasped Cathy's shoulder in a message against that movement.

"Oh god, Kyle, yes, I have wanted to see that for so long. He looks so big in there, Cathy. Your little asshole is so stretched out. Now stop Kyle, don't go too far. Stop before your head gets too far back, or she'll push you right out. Now hold still for a moment. Here, wait, let me grab some more of this..."

Megan grabbed the Astroglide off the side table and poured some more around the opening, using her fingers to rub it all around the edges and back on the shaft of my cock. It felt wonderful, almost like she was jacking me off while the head of my dick was still inside Cathy's ass.

"Ok, baby, now start going back in. Even gentle pace but don't stop. Go all the way in. Cathy, sugar, how are you doing?"

Cathy could do little more then whimper. "It hurts Meg, it hurts. I don't want sex to hurt."

It seemed to be the wrong thing to say. A fire lit up in Megan's eyes again, the same one that had been there a few minutes before when she had talked about the dildo Cathy used on her ass before, the look she had when she said she wanted me to hurt Cathy. 

Megan grabbed the hair at the back of my head and slammed her lips down on mine with almost bruising force. Her tongue pierced my mouth and ravaged it, scouring the sides and exploring the inner edges of my teeth. Then she pulled away and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Don't you dare stop, Kyle. Don't you let that little soft streak of yours stop you from pounding her fucking ass for me. Pretend you're on the goddamn football field or something, but don't you stop fucking her. She'll loosen up, and I am gonna make damn sure she enjoys it."

So saying, Megan dropped back on the bed and kissed Cathy on more time before slipping he head beneath Cathy's body. Suddenly I felt her hair on my legs, and I looked down to see Megan staring up at me from below us. She winked at me through the little space between Cathy's body and mine and then her tongue snaked out to lap at Cat's exposed pussy.

Cathy popped forward at the touch of Megan's tongue and I had to grab her by the hips to keep myself inside her ass. I held still for a moment but the Megan's hand snuck up behind me and gave a meaningful little push. I did as directed, and started burying most of my length inside Cathy again. Cathy gave a low moan, but slightly different this time. You could very definitely still hear the pain in it, but now something else was starting to awaken there too.

I slid in smooth and pulled back, never quite coming to the edge where I was in danger of popping out. As the tension eased a little in Cathy's back I was less reluctant and I started to focus more on how good it felt for me and less on how it might feel for Cathy. The whole time Megan was nibbling and sucking at her, occasionally teasing me with a quick wet swipe across my balls or at the base of the shaft of my cock. We began to develop a smooth rhythm and more of the pain left Cathy's voice and a little more pleasure crept in. I let myself get lost in the new sensation of this so much that I was quite surprised to feel Cathy's back arch a little beneath me as Megan sucked her clit hard into her throat. I slowed my motion to almost a stop for a moment and was rewarded by a sharp slap across my bare ass from Megan's free hand. I don't know how long we were like this but Cathy now began to sound like she was enjoying it instead of enduring it.

The look on her face had changed dramatically. The pain still danced around the edges and the tears still leaked from the corners of her eyes, but at their center was a look of discovery. She was concentrating hard on both feelings. There was a third element as well, embarrassment or shame even, as though she still felt incredibly exposed and the fact that part of her was enjoying it just made it worse.

Then her eyes closed and I was surprised to see the little drop of her lip and the collapse of her cheeks that I knew meant Cathy was coming. In answer I felt her legs stiffen and her hips thrust down on Megan's face beneath her. A long low moan escaped her with the orgasm and it was too much for me. The sight and sound of it combined with the way her contracting muscles were grabbing at me. It pushed me too far to hold on, and I fell into my own orgasm, filling Cathy's ass with more cum then I would have thought possible after the last twenty-four hours.

Beneath us Megan grinned in triumph. 

It was a good long time before either Cathy or I could say anything coherent. When I finally had found enough grounding to speak, I looked at Megan hovering over our prone forms with that grin still grasping her face.

"So? Get what you wanted, little miss slave driver?"

"Oh yes. It was awesome. Incredible, watching from there..."

"You okay, Cathy?"

"It hurt. I feel like I'm gonna be sore for a week. But, ok, maybe I could get used to it every once in a while. It is very different then being fucked normally. No need to ask you how you felt about it Kyle. I felt it. You got so hard just before you came."

"So," said Megan, "We are agreed then? All three of us, together? I don't know how we're gonna explain it at school, but I don't really care. We're not a couple, we're a trio, right?" She bounced down beside me and I had Megan snuggled in under my left arm and Cathy under my right.

I glanced from one side to the other.

"Who gives a fuck what they say! I'm the luckiest man on the face of the earth."



Megan's Secrets



Megan's roommate Linda opened the door. She just looked at me for a second, then turned back into the room and grabbed her purse and a sweater.

"Meg, I'll be at Ash's if you need me. I think I should clear out for awhile." As she brushed past me she whispered under her breath, "You better not fuck this up." Jesus! Did everyone on the whole campus have an opinion on this? I walked into the room and closed the door behind me.

Megan was sitting on her bed, eyes red and swollen and glaring up at me in a way that brought me to a halt.

"Just what do you think you're doing here asshole?" Megan's voice was strong and unwavering despite the obvious evidence of her distress. "Did you really think Cathy and I would not talk?"

"Actually Megan, Cathy has nothing to do with this, at least not anymore. And yes, after Saturday night I did think you would not talk. Cathy is not why I am here."

"No, asshole, you are here because you think that just because I kissed you when I was a little drunk you know everything that I am thinking. Just because of one little drunken mistake. Wake up asshole!" As Megan said the last she got to her feet and threw a right cross at me. Not a slap, a punch. It caught me so off guard that I did not even try to roll with it. She caught me clean in the left cheek and my head snapped back and to the right with the force of the blow. Like I said, Megan is in pretty good shape. It hurt, and I knew it was going to leave a nasty bruise and maybe even a shiner under my eye. I brought my head back in line in time to see that she intended to follow up the right with a left. Foolish.

I caught Megan's fist in my hand almost casually and pulled her arm so that she flew into me. I did not waste time with words; I just attacked her lips as I crushed her hips into mine with the left arm I had thrown about her waist. Megan struggled for all of thirty seconds before the fight went out of her and she melted into my arms and snaked her tongue into my mouth. I hugged her hard as I kissed her like I had never kissed anyone before. Because that was true. I had kissed objects before, girls I liked who were willing to kiss back. This time I was not kissing the lips or holding the body. I was kissing the woman in my arms.

After a short time that seemed to be both an eternity and only a moment, I relaxed my hold on Megan and let her breathe. She put her head on my chest and sighed. 

"Oh Kyle, now what?" said Megan, "This is just out of control. Cathy is my friend now, damn it! How am I supposed to live with myself? I would hate someone who did this to me. I know what I want, but it goes against everything I have ever believed in." 

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I broke up with Cathy, you didn't. It is not your fault. It is mine. I never told her we were anything permanent. Never even said I would not date anyone else. She just assumed that since we were sleeping together it meant we were something special. I never said that to her and I sure as hell never meant it."

"Well Kyle, maybe you can lie to yourself that way but I can't!"

"What am I lying about? Megan, at this point you know more about me than anyone on the planet. My parents don't know half of what you know and you absolutely know full damn well that Cathy and every other girl I have ever slept with has no idea who I really am."

The declaration seemed to catch her as off guard as it caught me. No, I mean that. Even though I know this about myself I am pretty sure that I had never vocalized it.

Megan just stood there. You could almost see her reviewing things in her mind, going over every conversation we had during the last month and comparing. Of course, she came to the same conclusion.

"What are you saying, Kyle? Because it seems to me that you are saying an awful lot more with that statement than it seems like on the surface."

"What do you think I am saying? I love you. I have loved you ever since you helped me through the other night. No one ever did anything like that for me before. I think I am finally ready to take a mmmff..."

I had to stop talking when she kissed me again.

"Kyle," she said a few minutes later, "Do you really mean all that? I think you do, because I think I would know if you were lying to me, especially now. But I need to know for real."

Somewhere in my dazed head I found the ability to reply with at least part of my brain.

"Yes, Megan, I mean it. I really do mean it."

"OK, then this weekend we are going away together. My parents have a friend who has a cabin up by the lake. He is always looking for someone to check up on it during the winter. I think I will volunteer."

So Friday evening we were in my car on our way to the cabin of this mysterious friend. I was still in shock at myself concerning the events of the past week. At Megan's request, we had not spent a lot of time together. She had called me every night and we had shared a table at dinner in the cafeteria, but other than that we had been very careful to treat each other normally in public. She said that she wanted to do it that way out of respect for Cathy's feelings. I agreed to it because it gave me a week to think about what I was about to do. I knew that once I slept with her my whole life was going to change.

A cabin! As we pulled up around the driveway, I was shocked at the "cabin" we were going to spend the weekend in. It was a full A-frame house, looking out over the lake. I could only dream that someday I would make enough to afford a getaway cabin like this. I pulled into the carport that Megan pointed out to me and got our stuff out of the trunk while she went inside to turn up the heat. The shore in front of me sloped down to where a small dock and boathouse stood over the ice encased lake. As beautiful as it was now, it must be twice as nice on a warm summers evening.

"Hey silly! Are you coming in or are you gonna stay out there and freeze?" Megan called to me from the doorway. I turned my back on one vision of beauty, and headed inside to another.

"Well, you've got me here, all alone and at your mercy. What do you intend to do about it?" I asked as I stepped inside and closed the door. Megan was in the living room, starting a fire in the hearth. "Did you already get the furnace? It is not that much warmer in here than it is out there."

"Yes, already got it. It is cold. Would you bring me the matches from the kitchen counter?"

"Of course I will," I said, retrieving them and walking up behind her, "Here ya go. Hey, hold the phone. The fire is already started. What are the matches for?"

"For getting you close to me of course. Now give me the kiss I've been waiting on for five days."

It was all I needed to hear. I wrapped Megan tight in my arms and crushed her lips to mine. I lost track of time as I allowed my mind to focus on every little detail of her. To memorize the little notch where she chipped a tooth a few months back. To notice the difference in the way her stronger arms gripped me compared to my last couple of girlfriends. The raw passion in the way she kissed, aggressive and willing to take the initiative. The one thing I wanted to do that I didn't was to grab that wonderful ass. Despite the other night I was still mindful of the fate of other guys before me. Eventually, we broke away and tried to remember how to breathe. Megan sighed and lay her head down upon my shoulder.

"Oh Kyle, it's so nice. It has been so hard to stay away from you all week. I wanted to see you more, I really did. I just couldn't."

"That doesn't matter right now," I replied, "All that matters is that you and I have all weekend alone to make up for it. But I am going to make you feel every moment that I longed for you this week. And you still have to pay for this." I reached up and touched the bruise beneath my eye from her punching me Sunday night.

"I told you I was sorry," Megan started to whine...

"And I told you we would talk about it when we got some privacy. Something we finally have."

"But I didn't even do it. Haven't you heard? The whole campus thinks it was a present from Cathy for breaking up with her. Ask anybody!"

"I know," I replied, "and I let everybody think it. It seemed to salvage something from the situation for her. Everybody telling me how I deserve it and they would have done the same thing to me. Such a little thing, bravely standing up to the big he-man linebacker. After all, she is literally half my size. People respect her for it."

"You could have told them," said Megan, "Let them know it was me. I wouldn't have minded, and I may be skinny but I'm still a lot bigger than Cathy. Wouldn't it have been less embarrassing?"

"Probably, but that's alright. Let everybody fuss over her standing up for herself. They may think I'm a jerk but at least she gets a way to save some self respect."

"You're not a jerk," Megan said, kissing me on the cheek just below the bruise, "It is very sweet of you to think of it that way. See, you're not the cold-blooded monster the media guide makes you out to be." Megan pulled away and slid her hands down into mine. "Now, if we are finished talking about other women, would you please take the matches and run upstairs to light the fireplace in the bedroom? It will take a while to warm the house up, so I'll get a bottle of wine and we can sit here on the couch under a blanket and drink it before bed."

I took the stairs two at a time, not wanting to spend any more time away from her than absolutely necessary. The bedroom was huge, with seemingly the entire eastern wall made out of glass and a fireplace just next to the bed where it would do the most good late at night. I got the fire lit and added enough wood to get it going strong before heading back downstairs.

Megan had turned off all of the lights except for a small one in the kitchen next to the stairs, which gave me just enough light to not trip and kill myself. She was sitting facing the fire, the flickering light painting an almost surreal picture with only the crackle and pop of the burning wood for music. Hearing my footfalls on the hard wood floor, she stood and turned. She had taken off her clothes and I fixed the scene in my mind, knowing that I would never forget this moment. Her breasts were not large but the way they sat firm and high seemed to fit with the rest of her; small nipples perched on a perfect half shell. Her hips were cocked, as if she were daring me to look at the picture they framed. She did not say a word, just lifted her arms to show me she wanted me with her and I moved across the room quickly to oblige.

I lifted her up over the couch and into my arms, thinking to make straight for the bedroom.

"No, not yet," she said, motioning to the couch, "Come around and let's sit in front of the fire for a spell."

I set her down and she took my hand and led me around the couch, gentling pushing on my chest to get me to sit. She ran her fingers through my hair and then grasped it to pull me onto her waiting breast. I spent no time playing, just sucked the nipple hard as I could and tried every angle in an attempt to get her entire tit into my mouth. She continued to play with my hair as she began to softly hum and moan her encouragement.

I spent a little while just sucking and exploring before beginning to nibble on her rapidly hardening teat. I felt it as it filled with blood and became a small pebble between my teeth. I pulled away and flicked it lightly with my tongue before moving over to repeat my attentions upon its neighbor. I circled each nipple with my tongue before giving them playful bites and with each sharp taste I took she would gasp and her hips would rise off the couch just slightly.

I had just begun to kiss my way downward when Megan stopped me again. She leaned in to kiss me while her hands moved down to pull my shirt up out of my jeans and lift it up over my head.

"It's hardly fair for just one of us to be naked," she whispered before slipping it over my head and throwing it to the side. I reached for her again but she slipped away from my grasp. "Oh no. My turn. Hands at your sides or I'll stop until they are." So saying she turned the tables on me and took back the control of the evening I had begun to steal away.

She ran the tips of her fingers, just the nails really, lightly up my arms and down across my chest to unbuckle my jeans. As she worked the zipper down she leaned in and returned my favors to her on my nipples and I found myself echoing her hip raising and gasps as she bit at me as well. Each time my hips lifted she pulled my jeans and boxers down a little more, until I felt my erect cock slip out and slap lightly against the slight curve of her belly. At this she backed up to pull them the rest of the way down and off and they joined my shirt on the rug beside the couch.

From her knees she looked up at me and smiled. My mind screamed what I wanted her to do but I kept my mouth silent for fear that to voice my desire would lead to it's denial. She rested her right hand on my left knee and her smile gave way to a series of small giggles as she teased her way up my leg with her nails.

"I know what you're thinking," she whispered in a quiet voice, "because I'm thinking it too. But I wonder what I might be able to trade it for, hmm?" The whole time she ran her fingers lightly across my quads and came just short of touching me before slipping back down to my knee again. She caught my eyes with hers and licked her upper lip slowly from right to left. "Will you do anything I ask? Anything at all?"

"Oh god Megan, yes." Easy enough to say. I would do anything for her anyway, so it made no difference for me to play along. Besides, I found it exciting how she was taking charge. No one had ever done this with me.

She let her lips replace her fingers and kissed her way slowly up the trail they had blazed. As she got higher on my leg my breathing came faster and it was harder to leave my hands at my side. Just as she reached the top she pulled back and went to my right knee and repeated the tortuous pleasure. This time she paused in mid air just above the head of my cock and looked up to make eye contact before sticking her tongue out and lightly licking up the underside to the tip. 

She kept her eyes on mine as she circled around the head with her extended tongue before finally taking me into her mouth. Then her eyes released mine and closed as she took my cock farther in and I let my head fall back against the couch and fought to keep my hips still. I put my hands on her shoulders as she slowly worked up and down but resisted the temptation to put them on her head.

Megan varied her motions and speed slightly as she slipped me in and out of her mouth, at times pulling me out completely and wetly running her mouth down the side as though I were a Popsicle and she was catching the melting drips. At times she would briefly fall into a steady rhythm but she would pause or hesitate at odd times to put breaks in the motion, keeping me on an edge but never allowing me close enough to where I might fall off. My hands gripped her shoulders so tightly I feared I would bruise her but I never allowed them to migrate further towards her head, although I did run them up and down her arms a few times.

After a small eternity, Megan looked up at me as she pulled back and gave me another helping of that mischievous smile. "Carry me upstairs?" 

I didn't need to be asked twice. I easily lifted her into my arms and headed sideways up the narrow stairway. The fire I had started was warming the room nicely as I set Megan on the bed. I sat down at the end near her feet and began to run my fingers lightly up and down her shins. She shivered slightly, hopefully from my fingers. Just to be sure, I went to the chair in the corner and took the quilt that was draped across the back of it. I draped it across my shoulders and crawled up on the bed from the far end.

"Cold baby? Let me bring you something to warm you up..." As I said it I began to kiss my way from toe to knee. When I reached her left knee I slipped the quilt up over my head to her hips while I went back down and kissed my way up the right leg. This time when I reached her knee, I kept going up, alternating from leg to leg. Megan's fingers reached down to run through my hair and caress the edges of my ears as I continued upwards toward my goal.

I kissed and nibbled my way around the warmth I could feel coming from her. In the slight chill that still was clinging to the room I could tell my direction from that alone. The quilt over my head meant I could not see a damn thing, but I was having fun feeling my way around, and Megan did not seem to mind. Her wiggling and breathing were both getting quicker and a little more insistent. I knew I should tease some more, but I couldn't help it. I wanted to taste her. I finally moved to run my tongue up her slit and got a taste of how much she was enjoying herself. But just as I was getting started her hands tightened in my hair and she pulled me upwards. I had forgotten how strong she was. She pulled me up and out from under the quilt, kissed me firmly and stared into my eyes.

"Not now. Maybe later. Now I want to be fucked. Hard."

I didn't have to be told twice. I scooted up a little bit more and rose up on my arms so I could see her face in the firelight as I eased into her. She was so hot I felt as though it were going to burn me as I slowly slipped in.

"I said hard dammit!" She grabbed my sides and reared up to force me all the way into her. I guess I did need to be told twice. I pushed hard into her with my hips and moved from side to side as though I could find an angle that would get the rest of my body inside her. Then I lifted up and pulled back as far as I could without actually pulling my cock out of her. For just a moment I paused at the top before I slammed down like a roller coaster going over the edge. 

I put my hands just below her arms and used the time I had spent in the gym to may advantage as I began to thrust, hard and quick on the way down but slow and smooth as I lifted back up. Megan fell back into the pillows and rested her hands on my biceps. She looked up at me and whispered encouragement as I began to find a rhythm.

"Ummm... uh-huh... that's what I meant... Ohhh!!! Yes, like that... Oh god yes, hit me hard, do that... Ummm... hard ummm ...UH oh Kyle... umMMM." 

Her eyes stayed fixed on mine the entire time, as though she were unwilling to close them for fear of forgetting herself or me. They would widen slightly as I thrust down and then relax while I pulled away. 

I began to concentrate on going faster and harder, determined to make her shut her eyes in the grips of her passion. I began to grimace as it became almost painful, but all she did was smile and breathe harder.

For the first time in my life it became important to me that she come before I did. I began to make slight changes in my timing or motion, watching her face for reactions. I knew Megan was getting closer when her mouth dropped open and the air began to leave her in gasps instead of long smooth breaths. Then I found something.

I moved up at the very end of a long hard motion, instead of just in. As my cock rubbed up and in against the top of her pussy, Megan's throat caught and her teeth came out and bit into her lower lip. Her hands switched from my arms to my back and her nails dug in as I repeated the motion.

"You...like...that...hummm," I couldn't talk loud. My words hissed as I gulped air in through my teeth as I continued to thrust into her. 

"Now I... have you. Come for me baby... Please Megan, I want to see it, I want to watch your face as you cum... " The sound of my voice seemed to be driving her on, so I worked hard to find the extra air and denied my normal urge to stay quiet.




Megan's Secrets



"I want to watch your eyes squeeze shut as I feel your hips lift up into mine. Feel your legs jut out straight beneath me as the wave travels up your back and hear you cry out when you can no longer deny me."

Her nails raked my tired back as I said it to her and the look on her face became one of supreme concentration at each impact. My legs and arms were beginning to burn with the effort as she began to shake her head from side to side. I collapsed down onto my elbows as I tried to keep up the pace, fear that if I should falter I would lose what I had gained.

Finally, I heard a change in the breathing that was now beside my ear. Her gasps became quicker and deeper and I hoped it meant what I thought. Her thighs locked around me as a wordless high-pitched moan began to leave her. One hard thrust and her back arched beneath me. At the same time her nails dug in sharply and a new pain blossomed in my shoulder as her voice was cut off and I felt her teeth in my flesh.

The pain broke through my concentration and I felt my legs go tight and my calf muscles pop as I exploded into her, coming with her, the two of us losing all sense of time and place for an eternal moment. My muscles stayed locked inside of her as I felt the pulses of my orgasm. She bit harder twice as I felt her body shudder beneath mine before it relaxed utterly. Her jaws unclamped from me and her head fell back into the pillow. I collapsed beside her and we lay there for a while just trying to find our way back from heaven.

After we returned to earth, Megan snuggled in under my arm and put her head on my shoulder. The fingers of her right hand twirled little curls in the hair of my chest while I stared at the ceiling and wondered what I had done right to deserve this. I don't know how much time passed before either of us spoke. I would believe an hour as easily as I would ten minutes.

"Kyle? Do you love me?"

"I already told you I did, silly. Yes. I love you."

"And that won't change just because you learn something new? You won't think I am a different person or anything, you won't stop respecting me or loving me..."

Now I was starting to worry. "No, I don't think I could stop loving you now, even if I wanted to stop. But you are scaring me. What did you do, kill somebody?"

"No! Oh my god, where would you get an idea like that? Of course not! No, it is just...you see...I want your respect and I want you to love me and I want to keep having nights like tonight and...."

"And what Megan? What could possibly be so bad that it would change how I feel about you so completely?"

"Well, I have always been this way, but the first time I let somebody know it they called me a slut and a whore and the next time was even worse. Kyle, I can't lose you now. I have spent so long keeping people away. I just want your promise that you are not going to get up and leave."

"I absolutely promise that I am not going to get up and leave. What is it, what could it possibly be?"

"Kyle, there are two things about me that nobody knows. If this got out, I mean, with the way people talk and the way guys look at me..." 

"Megan, what is it? Just say it!"

"I want you to fuck me in the ass Kyle. I want it so bad. Please, I promise you'll like it as much as I do, I mmpphhh..."

This time I was the one to cut her off in mid-sentence with a kiss. I kissed her hard, needing to show her how much I was not upset by what she had said. Inside I still had a part of me that was in joyful shock. I was about to do something I had almost talked myself out of wanting, and now she was asking me to do it.

I lost myself in kissing her for a while, but finally she pulled away. "Kyle, please. I need you. In the chair, my overnight bag. Please bring it here. Or just reach in, at the bottom you will find a little tube and..."

"And this?" I said, pulling out a slim golden vibrator. "Don't have a lot of confidence in me, do you?" Even in the dim firelight I could see her blush.

"Please, it's not...I mean, look, a smart girl is always prepared!"

"It's ok, I was just kidding. What do you want me to do?"

"Get up on the bed behind me, here let me move. Ok, give me goldie. Now take the lube...oh honey, I didn't even think. Are you ready?"

"Are you kidding Megan? I've never been this hard in my life!"

"Ok, then get some of the lube out and rub it.... uh-huh, just like that, oh that feels good. Now put your cock in my pussy and get some of the lube on your thumb. Oh yeah, that's it baby. Give me that hard cock in my pussy. Now slip your thumb in my ass. Go a little slow... uh-huh... push it in. Ummm, god that feels so good. Can you feel your cock in my pussy with your thumb? Push down and feel it. Feel it sliding in and out? Can you feel the ridge through the little wall?"

I could feel it. Could I ever! It felt like there was almost nothing between my thumb and my cock. My thumb was buried in Megan's wonderful ass, and not only was I getting away with it, she was telling me what to do! I began to move my thumb in and out, timing the motion in unison with the movement of my cock in her pussy. Megan began to move with me and she started the little gasps like she had done before, so I knew she was enjoying it even though she had stopped talking. We kept doing this for a couple of minutes before Megan started telling me the next thing she wanted.

"Ok, Kyle, now ease your thumb out slowly and grab the lube again. Pull out of me and put some of it on you. Then put it...Ohhh, yes right there, up against the hole, now go kinda slow... uhnnhh, god oh yes, it's ok keep going, slide that big dick into my ass..."

I worried for a second because it seemed to be hurting her, but when I slowed down more she immediately told me to keep going. As I eased in I felt a little ring of muscle gripping me and as the head of my cock passed it I felt the resistance lessen. At the same time it seemed as though Megan relaxed a little.

"Go ahead, Kyle, push it deeper into my asshole baby. Oh god, that feels so good."

"Doesn't it hurt? You always hear that it hurts..."

"It hurts, but it feels good too. Ok, hold still for a second. Now start moving for me baby, not too fast or too far..."

I slowly moved forward as far as I dared and then began to slowly pull back. The feeling was different from her pussy. As I pulled back so that the head of my cock was in danger of being pushed out the feeling intensified and Megan began to shudder. I could tell that the painful part was centered there, so I pushed back in, going a little deeper this time.

"Unh-huh, ok baby, yes put it all the way in, then slowly pull away, oh god, oh god, Mmmmm, not so fast, wait, wait...ok now go, uh-huh a little faster..." 

Megan was beginning to move with me, as she seemed to be adjusting. I was lost in the new sensation and in the idea that I was really doing this, the one thing I would never have dared to bring up.

"Oh Kyle, ok now, don't hold back now, fuck me...fuck my ass!"

I began to get into it now, just enjoying the feelings and looking down and watching my cock disappear into that gorgeous ass that I had been dreaming about from the moment I first saw her. I put my hands on her cheeks and squeezed them while I moved in and out in an ever-increasing pace. 

As I watched I knew I could not hold back long, even though I had just come a little while before. I started trying to think about spring football practice that was coming up or mat problems or anything at all besides the fact that I was fucking Megan in the one way I had always wanted to and that she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

Megan began to really moan and breathe hard now and I tried more than ever to concentrate on anything except what I was feeling or the way it looked when I glanced down. I was moving faster now, as fast as before when we were doing things the normal way. Megan let her head fall to the pillows and then I felt her fingers begin to play with both herself and me from underneath. 

Just as I was beginning to think I was going to succeed in holding off I heard a buzzing sound and then I felt Megan push the little gold vibrator inside her pussy. As soon as I felt it humming against me through the thin wall of her pussy I knew I would not be able to hold back very much longer. I did not stop to think, I just reacted to my disappointment.

"Damn it, I was ok until you did that!" SMACK! I slapped her ass hard with my open hand. I was caught completely off guard by her reaction.

Megan gave a surprised cry and her back pulsed with a wave of motion from her ass to her shoulders. As it crested over her she screamed into the pillows.

"Oh, fuck yes! Spank my fucking ass! Mmmmhmmm!"

I began to bring my open hand down upon her cheeks as I buried my cock in her asshole, lightly at first and then harder as the convulsions and little screams of pleasure continued. I kept at it for a couple of minutes and her ass cheeks were beginning to get very rosy when suddenly she began to pump the vibrator in and out of her pussy and I knew my time was up.

I gave a wordless inarticulate voice to my pleasure as I came into her ass, shoving my cock as deep as it would go and collapsing on top of Megan. We both fell over sideways and for several moments we just lay there, my last pulses pushing the very depths of my soul out into her. It was many hard deep breaths before I could find any strength to talk.

"Oh my god, Megan. I had no idea. Incredible. I'm sorry it didn't last so long. I couldn't help it, I just had to..." A nervous rush of excuses and explanations, none of them needed.

"Shhh, be quiet. I'm fine, Kyle. Just lay here for a minute. It was long enough."

I dimly remember her getting up a few minutes later, and us rearranging ourselves, cleaning up a little and snuggling into the covers. As I drifted off to sleep I remembered wanting to ask about something she had said, but before I could grasp at the concept my eyes were closing and I was floating away...

I woke up with the sun streaming in on the bed. Wow, what a night! I knew it. I told myself last Saturday that if I slept with Megan everything was going to change. What I did not know was how. No sex had ever been like that! Not just what we did, or how, but the way it felt! So much more intense. I lay there in the sunshine just enjoying the morning afterglow. 

I could hear Megan in the kitchen downstairs behind me. She must have been up for awhile because I could hear the bacon sizzling and it smelled like breakfast would be ready very soon. How lucky can one guy get! Not only did I get to experience the greatest night of my life, but also she gets up early to make me breakfast. I just relaxed and stared at the wall as I listened to her prepare things. If this is love, I have been a real fool all these years.

I could hear Megan putting things on a tray and the light footfalls as she crossed the kitchen to start up the stairs. I roll over to watch her walk in, the love of my life.

"Mmmmm, good morning sexy, sleep well?" Megan put her arms around me as I rolled over and curled into my arms, laying her head on my shoulder.

"God, Megan, how could I not? You wore me out..." I kissed the top of her head and gave her a squeeze as she snuggled her naked body into mine under the covers.

"Hey, wait a minute! If you are still in bed with me than who..."

"Hi Kyle," said Cathy from the doorway, a breakfast tray in her hands and a mischievous smile on her face. She wore a lace robe over a white negligee that I had never seen before. "Megan and I have something we need to talk to you about..."

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A special note of thanks to Honey123 for giving me the idea for the ending and to both her and my patient proofreader Biplaymate420 for helping me bring a story that was hopelessly stalled to a conclusion. At least for now.