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The Book of David Ch. 01

By: bluedragonauthor



WARNING: The complete story is LONG. I've written some long ones, but this one is much, much longer...

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-- PROLOGUE --

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She was gorgeous. Her black hair was straight and smooth and hung like a silk curtain over her shoulders. Her face was a work of art, with high cheekbones and luminous eyes. Her light skin was soft and unblemished. Even her name was uniquely gorgeous... "Cherys" (pronounced Sheh-REESE, her parents were hippies or something).

She was nineteen, in the full flower of youth with her best years still ahead of her. And despite her young age, I couldn't help but think of her already as a woman. She had full curves perched around the tightness only a teenager possesses. Hers was a body that would be the envy of any model in the nude magazines my best friend swiped from his dad. I imagine that her body was the perfection that Adam first witnessed when God created Eve.

Her tits were so big, so round, and so indescribably magnetic. Her ass was buoyant and tight as a drum. Her irises flickered and changed color depending on the light, from green to blue to violet, each hue more beautiful than the last. Even her hands were delicate and utterly lovely. I was so in love.

Too bad she was taken... by my sister.

Yes, I did say 'sister'.

Oh, what cruel fate that such a creature of perfection should be forever beyond my reach, in more ways than one? Cherys was held before me as the embodiment of absolute temptation, and yet I had no hope. To be dating a family member automatically made her off-limits according to The Code. The fact that she was a lesbian dashed any ideas of attempting to steal her, even if I wanted to break The Code.

If that wasn't bad enough, Cherys practically lived at our house. Her parents, while tendering reluctant acceptance of her sexual orientation, didn't want to see it personally in their home. So my sister and Cherys spent all their "together" time at our place. Thus, I frequently saw Cherys in various states of undress up and down the halls. And to make matters worse (for my hormones) I was forced to listen to her having sex with my sister through the thin wall between our bedrooms.

I was an eighteen-year-old boy, and suffice to say that Cherys was the star of many of my fantasies.

Just don't tell my girlfriend that.

Oh yeah, did I mention I had a girlfriend?

Ours was the storybook High School romance. We'd met the first week of our freshman year, getting funneled in from different Middle Schools. I went out for the football team. Monica auditioned to be a cheerleader. Various team hazing rituals brought us together more than once and after several group dates I asked her to go steady with me. She'd been pursued by a Varsity upperclassman but chose me instead. Now, a few years later, I'm the Varsity jock and Monica is the head cheerleader.

No, I'm a wide receiver, not the quarterback. We're not THAT cliché.

But anyways, as far as the student body was concerned, Monica and I were the model couple. We'd been together for years, we looked good together, and we were both in rather popular social circles. We had the perfect relationship, at least as far as the student body knew.

As far as I knew? Well, I was DYING to get laid.

You see, Monica had this mixed-up idea of saving herself for marriage. She was upfront about it from the beginning and I'd agreed not to push her. When you're a freshman trying to win a cute redhead from an upperclassman jerk, you'll agree to anything. Years later, that agreement was the invisible crack in our relationship just waiting for a chance to become the next great earthquake.

I mean, come on! Monica was built for sex. She was a curvaceous, gorgeous redhead with tits too big for her slender frame. Only 5'4", her compact body exuded power and energy best directed into the wildest, sexual, rabbit-fucking frenzy imaginable. Coupled with her social butterfly personality, she was the perfect cheerleader.

And she was mine.

But she wouldn't have sex with me.

To be fair, we did just about everything else: handjobs, oral sex, titfucks. Monica was as hot and horny as I was. After every single ballgame, she would get so revved up from hundreds of men ogling her in her tight cheerleader uniform that she would practically assault me to get into a sixty-nine in the backseat of my car.

Quite often she would simply open up my fly and devour my dick while I was driving her home from a date. There was something so unimaginably sexy about her plump, red lips wrapped around my shaft as her head went up and down, racing to get me to blow into the back of her throat before I got her home.

For the most part, it was enough. I mean, it's hard to complain when I've got Monica's firm, young, titflesh wrapped around my deflating pecker while streaks of hot jism slowly cool on her pretty face.

But vaginal penetration was off-limits. Hell, I'd take anal instead if she would offer it. In retrospect, maybe it wasn't fair. After all, I really think I loved her in every other way, at least as well as a teenaged boy is capable of love. But a teenaged boy is a teenaged boy, and the constant knowledge of the one thing I couldn't have was a black cancer eating away at my love for her.

Still, I couldn't cheat on her. For all the hormones coursing through my veins, I knew cheating would be wrong and I wouldn't do it. I was able to remain steadfast in this idea, despite the offers from other beautiful classmates. I stood 6'1", was considered handsome, and I was a popular starter on the football team. More than one pretty girl promised she could keep an affair secret from my girlfriend, and more than once I was sorely tempted.

But I didn't. I gave myself a mental out: the only woman I could EVER cheat on Monica with was Cherys. She was the only woman worth it. And since Cherys would never sleep with me (or any male) in a million years, I was off the hook. Besides, she and my sister had graduated and gone off to college. Out of sight, away from temptation. It was my perfect mental solution, satisfying my lustful, animal desires as well as my sense of loyalty.

Only one person knew the emotional struggles I was going through, my best friend Nate. He sat on the floor next to me in kindergarten and his football locker was next to mine today. He was the quarterback of our league-leading team and I was his top receiver. There were no secrets between us.

Zero secrets. Not even that he had a bit of a crush on my girlfriend. That revelation came a few months back. We'd had a few beers and were tossing the cans into the river just to kill time on a lazy evening. I was in my usual bitch mode about still being the only popular jock virgin in the history of popular jocks and he was dutifully sympathetic and feeling sorry for me. He had to be, given that he'd bagged three of the prettiest girls in school by now.

"I really, really like her, man..." I mourned forlornly and then chugged the remainder of my beer and chucked the empty can in a high arc off the bridge. "But sometimes I think she's a cocktease who isn't really worth it. I mean, she's just a girl, right? There are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

Nate's expression was unreadable for a few moments. Then he sipped at his beer can, a quietly deliberate movement for him. His eyes were downcast as he said softly, "No. Monica is more than that."

I was startled by the weight in his voice. I froze, halfway to popping the top of another can.

When he looked up, he was staring off into space, a layer of liquid in his eyes making them shimmer in the moonlight. "You don't know how good you've got it, man. Monica is perfect. You don't fuck this up."

"Wait... What?"

He turned to me, his lips pressed tightly together and he actually snarled, "You make her happy or I will." With that, he finished his beer and tossed it backhand over the railing. He was already circling around to the driver's seat of his car.

I skipped opening the last can and instead just climbed into the passenger seat. Neither of us spoke about it again. He dropped me off at home and the next day my relationship with my girlfriend radically changed... for the better.

The 'no pressure' approach seemed to work wonders. I thought long and hard about how happy Monica made me and how lucky I was to have her. Whether subconsciously or not, I'd been mentally pressuring her into having sex almost every time I saw her. And once I stopped, our relationship seemed to just get so much easier. And when the tension was gone, you'd be surprised how much progress we made.

First, Monica talked about having to be sure she was with "the one". And so her vow to remain a virgin until marriage became a vow until she got engaged. I was almost ready to propose on the spot.

Three weeks later, after a particularly intense climax (her fifth, while I remained eating her out until my lips had been rubbed raw), Monica declared we would have sex on Prom night.

I couldn't wait.

No, really... I couldn't wait.

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-- CHAPTER 1: Teenage Fidelity --

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FIRST SEMESTER, SENIOR YEAR (September 1997)

"David? Is that you?"

"Yeah, mom," I answered in a flat monotone. Inside, I was jumping up and down for joy. What? You think I'd let my mom know how I really felt inside? C'mon, I'm still a teenager.

Without another word, I passed through the kitchen and continued to the stairs. My mother had long stopped trying to ask me about my day. But this day? With a little more effort, she might have actually gotten me to crack some emotion.

It was the very Thursday night that Monica had told me she would have sex with me on Prom night. I was totally on Cloud 9 and almost whistling to myself as I imagined what positions we would try and in what order I would remove Monica's prom dress and lingerie. I practically floated up to my bedroom.

"What's got you in such a good mood?"

I froze in my tracks. The voice was sultry, smokily seductive and oh-so-perfect. It was a voice I had memorized in my mind, and I almost sprouted wood just from hearing it. My head alone rotated to the left before my eyes went wide.

Comfortably casual in her near-nudity, Cherys stood in the hallway wearing nothing but a white towel. Her still damp hair hung back and clung to her scalp, her trademark wry grin on her lips as she cocked her head to the side and looked at me. I couldn't help but notice how the cloth was tied-off between her breasts and barely extended low enough to cover her pussy.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen her like this, and it wouldn't be the last. I knew from past experience that the towel would not completely cover her ass, and if she turned around I would be treated to the smiley-face lower curves of each cheek.

"You got a tongue or you just going to stare at me?" There was a tease in her voice now.

I picked my jaw up off the floor and then realized my goofy grin had not gone away. Sheepishly, I stared at the floor and muttered an, "Aw, nothing."

I could feel my ears turning red. Only one woman could ever affect me this way, and she was standing right in front of me. I was a good-looking kid with a lot of confidence, and around school I strutted as if I owned the place. No high school 'girl' could ever break my poised demeanor. But one look and a teasing word from this goddess and I just melted. For some reason I felt like I was only four feet tall.

Cherys smiled knowingly and then strode across the hall and into my sister's bedroom.

I let out a long sigh and let my shoulders sag. Monica had swallowed my load only twenty minutes ago. But I was hard again and a fresh encounter with my dream girl was about to cause a sticky mess and require a new box of tissues.

I was just about to go into my bedroom when the bathroom door popped open again. Automatically, I paused to look and then out came Danielle, my sister. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have paid her any mind and just continued to my room to unwind and jerk off to my latest Cherys-fantasy.

But right now I was primed to blow, my body saturated with hormonal excitement, and the sight of another half-naked girl was enough to arrest my attention. Just two inches shorter than my 6'1", Danielle was a very pretty girl in her own right, a green-eyed dirty blonde with a wonderfully toned body. Her tits pushed out the towel just right and her willowy figure turned heads up and down the streets.

A part of my mind reared up and began flashing warning signs into the back of my brain: **She's your fucking SISTER! Look away! Look away! Danger! Danger!**

For the first 30 seconds or so, my eyes and my jaw refused to acknowledge the signals. I drank in every curve, hidden by the terrycloth and yet revealed with conscious knowledge that bare flesh lay along a parallel path only millimeters beneath the surface. I followed the traces of her long, bare legs upwards (and up... and up...) until they disappeared into that hateful fabric.

But then her voice cut in and the illusion of 'beautiful girl' was shattered in favor of the 'big sister' reality. "Hey!" Danielle reached out and snapped her fingers in front of my face. "Wake up!"

I came to my senses, but still stood there silently with a dazed expression on my face. A giggle floated across the hall from my sister's bedroom. Danielle turned and then sighed, "Cherys has been messing with you again, hasn't she?"

Like a robot, I nodded automatically.

With a wonderfully understanding and loving expression, she smiled and then reached up with one arm to wrap it around my shoulder and give me a quick hug. "Don't worry," she said quietly into my ear. "You'll get yours someday, little brother. Everything works out alright in the end."

It sounds trite and impossible, but I believed her. I always believed her. She was only a year older than me, but for most of our lives she felt more like a second mother. Most kids go through either a jealous or aggressive phase towards their younger siblings, often both. Danielle was never anything but a wonderful big sister. We had a relationship built on sibling trust, and I easily fell into our old family patterns.

Despite the close proximity of a barely-clothed female, I felt my arousal dimming as she hugged me comfortably. My erection softened and I wrapped her up in my arms. "Thanks, Dani."

"Mmm..." she just hummed, enjoying the loving feeling as she snuggled tighter into me. "You haven't hugged me in MONTHS. I forgot how nice this feels."

The 'months' comment percolated in my brain. I stepped back and held her at arms length. "Oh, hey! That's right, it's a Thursday! What are you guys doing here?" Danielle and Cherys were freshman at the in-state University that was a good hour-and-a-half drive away.

She shrugged. "It's a mid-term break. Yeah, I know, it's a random coupla days in the fall. The school has a strange schedule. But we were a little homesick and mom promised to make Lasagna. So we came back for the long weekend and don't have class again 'til Tuesday!"

Danielle gripped my forearms and sharpened her gaze on me. "Now you have to help me tonight. Mom's been dropping hints that she's going to resurrect the whole poor-me-I'll-never-have-grandchildren conversation."

I smirked. It was an annoying, if understandable fear of our mother's. She'd harped on it so much while we were growing up that Danielle was afraid to come out for a long time. I was the first person she'd told when she started dating Cherys, and I'm very proud of the trust she put in me. And now with Danielle out of the closet and me vocally waffling on whether or not I ever wanted to have kids, our mother was constantly badgering us about grandchildren. She accepted Danielle's lesbianism easily, but she wouldn't accept a lack of grandkids.

"Done," I answered confidently, happy to support my sister. "But then you've got to remind Cherys that if she ever tires of you and needs a good, strong man-"

"Hey!" she interrupted.

I laughed. "Just... try to keep it down tonight. Some people here might actually be trying to sleep."

Danielle laughed and agreed. But then sometime close to midnight, she and Cherys failed miserably at keeping quiet.

After ten minutes of listening to their moans, I realized I'd never get any sleep as long as my cock kept twitching. So grabbing a tissue, I closed my eyes and listened to the ecstatic sounds floating through the wall. My mind was filled with visions of Cherys in all her nude splendid glory, contorted into erotic positions that would make a Greek sculptor blush in embarrassment. Once I'd gotten my rocks off, slumber came with relative ease.

***

Game Night. There's nothing else quite like it: the brisk air, crackling with energy; the hum of a thousand local fans rattling the bleachers; the Friday night lights illuminating our stage. And the pinnacle of all game nights is Rivalry Night. We were on our home field, with our cross-town rivals ready to bash our teeth in. Whatever 'it' is, I could feel 'it' in the air.

"Hey there, hunk..." A perky, raven-haired Senior cheerleader was waiting by the curb as I pulled up. She was dressed like a dirty old man's wet dream: full cheer outfit with her hair in pigtails with blue and yellow colored ribbons, her makeup sparkling with sexy-innocent allure, and her top a little too tight and short enough to reveal a wide expanse of her flat belly with every movement. The white uniform with blue and yellow trim showed off her gorgeous body to perfection.

"Back off you little cocktease," Monica growled as she stepped out of the passenger seat of my car, careful to keep her own cheerleading uniform neat. The words were biting but the smile on Monica's face muted any heat. The two best friends did their little clapping and jumping and giggling thing together.

"I'll see you after the game," I called out through the open window, then put the car into gear.

"Don't forget to watch me, big boy!" The dark-haired girl turned away from me and gave a little wiggle of her short-skirted ass in my direction. I suppressed the shudder of arousal threatening to work its way down my spine. My world was full of temptations, and out of all the young pussy at school, this hot little vixen could possibly be THE worst one.

Clearly, the biggest crack in my monogamous loyalty was Cherys, the angel of my dreams. But she was unattainable and therefore extremely unlikely to actually cause any damage. Hell, Monica even had some idea that I lusted after my sister's girlfriend, but she didn't really fear Cherys.

So the second biggest threat to my loyalty was Cherys' hot vixen of a little sister, Elemis. Same iridescent eyes, same cheekbones, same sparkling personality. And to further tempt me, Elemis was built like a Russian tennis starlet. Her legs went on forever and she had a habit of wearing REALLY short skirts that just barely covered her butt cheeks. To top it all off, she looked just enough like her older sister to ruffle my feathers any time she wanted, which was pretty often. And she was the one shaking her tight ass at me right now.

As if in retaliation, my girlfriend actually reached out and spanked her best friend's ass... *hard*. "Ellie!" Monica scolded.

"Oww!" Now Ellie was hopping up and down, squeezing her asscheeks together with both hands clamped over the pained flesh. In her skimpy cheerleader outfit, the sight wasn't much better for reducing my erection.

"Stop flirting with my boyfriend!"

"Oh, I always flirt with your boyfriend," Ellie grinned at me, a carbon copy of Cherys' trademark grin. It was enough to make my knees buckle for a moment. What she'd said was true. She had been flirting with me forever. You'd think I would have gotten used to her after all these years. But I never did.

Still, I rarely lost my composure around Ellie the way I did around Cherys. And while Ellie teased me constantly, she never actually made a move on me. Good thing too, or Monica may have been forced to choose between her boyfriend and her best friend.


The Book of David Ch. 01



"Besides," Ellie swiveled back to me. "Someone has to give him hope that his virile rod of man-meat will someday find a willing home." She cast a sidelong glance at Monica. "You're the cocktease. I'd let him in me if he ever stopped to ask."

I sensed Monica's redhead rage flare up even before she did. Ellie's naughty remarks were common enough; Monica had been hearing them for the past year. And the biting comments never damaged the girls' friendship. But I stepped in to defuse the situation nonetheless.

"Don't worry, baby," I quickly said to Monica. "My uncontrollable male hormones will unavoidably dream of Ellie's pussy. But when the sun goes down, Ellie will be rubbing her own clit at home while my tongue is taking you to heaven."

I think the concrete sidewalk cracked when Ellie's jaw fell to the floor. I blew Monica a kiss as she turned with an impish smile and collected Ellie into her left arm. Half-needing to support her friend, they began the walk to the girls' locker room.

I wasn't too worried. Ellie and I had bantered back and forth for years. She loved the tease more than anything, and no active action ever came of it. She wouldn't risk her best friend, right? And yet, my own words circled around my brain. I could already picture Ellie in her cheerleader's outfit, the skirt hiked up while she rubbed her clit and watched me shoving my tongue into Monica's pussy.

Still half in my dream-fantasy, I powered the passenger window back up and then looked ahead. I had to find a parking spot and get into the locker room before Coach executed me for being late.

***

The thunderous roar that went up from the crowd was deafening. People on both sides of the stadium were screaming so loud I couldn't hear anything on the field around me. Not that it mattered much, my heart was pounding so hard I doubt I would have heard much anyways.

It had been a tight game throughout all four quarters. I'd already caught two touchdown passes, both short completions I'd been able to turn into 30+ yard scampers into the end zone. But their offense was just as good as ours, and with twenty seconds left in the game, we were down by 4.

It was the last play of the game. I'd taken a deep breath to calm my nerves and still my hands. Then the ball was snapped, our offensive line piled up with their defense, and I'd started running toward the pile of bodies from my spot at split end. Nate had handed off to our running back, who gripped the ball tightly and headed my way.

I just got to him at the same time as a burly defensive linebacker. The opposing fans were cheering wildly as our running back was lifted clean off his feet and then rudely planted onto the turf in a vicious tackle.

It would have been all over if our running back still had the ball. But of course, he didn't. And as soon as fans on both sides realized the play wasn't dead yet, the stadium erupted. And so I ran for my life, the ball tucked tight to my body with my heart pounding and that thunderous roar filling up my ears.

I mean, come on, it's the last play of the game in High School football. Didn't everyone know what was coming? Don't you people watch movies? I figured even my mom knew we were going to do a trick play, and she doesn't have a clue about football.

A deep baritone voice boomed "REVERSE!!!" from the near sideline, an opposing coach frantically pointing his finger at me as the defense tried to change direction in pursuit.

Immediately, a skinny cornerback had zeroed in on me and launched himself into the air right at my chest. For a brief moment, I feared I would be tackled to end the game in a loss. And to add insult to injury, my fear told me my penis would be broken so bad I wouldn't be able to have sex by Prom night.

Well, we couldn't have THAT now could we?

Off-balance, I spun around, the cornerback hitting my shoulder and bouncing harmlessly away while I stumbled and then accelerated back up to full speed.

A few more bobs and weaves and then I was in the end zone with zero time left on the clock.

Conscious thought still had not yet caught up to me. I didn't even spike the ball. But then I DID get tackled. I was flat on my back and Nate somehow was looming over me, his facemask pressed to mine while he screamed incoherently with an elated expression on his face.

We'd won.

And my penis was still intact. 

Priorities, priorities.

***

Monica and Ellie were all over me as soon as I emerged from the locker room, showered and ready to head home. Both girls were rubbing against my sides, Monica clearly happy for me and horny at the same time. I recognized the look in her eyes and I was desperately hoping to find a way to parlay this football success into moving up Monica's timetable into having sex RIGHT NOW.

But she glanced more than once at her best friend, and I think we both saw the same aroused fire in Ellie's eyes as well. Other boys might have had some fantasy thoughts of a threesome percolating in their heads at this point. But not me, not in this situation. All I could think was that Monica wasn't totally happy with her friend squeezing my biceps, and this would somehow prevent me from getting laid tonight. And getting ONE girl to have sex with me was the first goal.

Then I saw my savior. "Hey Nate!"

He had a gaggle of other cheerleaders around him, his usual groupies. He was the quarterback after all. But I waggled my eyebrows and then nodded down at Ellie, still gripping my left arm.

He got the hint and came to my rescue. A moment later he was beside the hot dark-haired cheerleader, an arm circling around her waist. "Hey, Ellie... great game wasn't it?"

Still in full flirt mode, Ellie turned once to my friend and then snuggled back into me. "Great game, thanks to this stud." She squeezed my arm again. "Three touchdowns and the game winner!"

"Well," I offered. "We couldn't have done it without him. Nate threw for two of those touchdowns."

"That's right," Nate drawled. His arm sank lower until his right hand had dropped onto Ellie's tight ass. "Don't I deserve a little credit, too?"

"HEY!" Ellie squealed when Nate pinched her firm butt cheek. With her left arm trapped behind Nate, she let go of me into order to bring her right hand up to slap the presumptuous quarterback. It wasn't the first time Nate had copped a feel, and Ellie always reacted with the same playful slap. He dodged the swing easily, but more importantly, I'd been freed of Ellie and Monica took full advantage.

Very quickly my girlfriend propelled me further away into the crowd, almost racing to drag me away to my car.

We didn't get very far.

No, Ellie took the hint and didn't come running after us or anything. Like I said, Ellie was more tease than anything. But dead ahead were my parents and sister, along with Cherys.

My mom was the first to step forward and hug me. "Oh, honey! You did so good! That last second home run was amazing!"

"Touchdown, mom," I corrected. "It's called a 'touchdown'."

"Oh, well, it was amazing!"

My dad shook my hand. "Congratulations, son." He was outwardly reserved, but internally I could see him beaming with the pride only a sports father could feel.

Danielle was the next to hug me. "Not bad for a little squirt," she teased. Then much more quietly, she whispered in my ear. "You can go to the house. I'll cover for you. I promise mom and dad won't get home for at least an hour."

My eyes went wide and I glanced at Monica, who was so horny she kept shifting her weight from one foot to the other. I thanked Danielle and smiled at Cherys. Then I said goodbye and headed for my car at a barely-controlled pace.

Monica and I had not taken more than two steps before Danielle sighed, "Jeez, we're hungry. I forgot how long those games are. What do you think, mom? Let's go out and find some dinner."

"Oh, honey," my mom replied. "I can make something at home."

"But mom, we're really hungry. Let's just stop at the diner. It's getting late and it'll take too long to cook something."

My dad, perceptive man that he is, clued in immediately. "Me too. Let's go to the diner."

After that, I was out of earshot. But I'd heard enough to know we had the time we needed.

We'd no sooner made it to my bedroom than I literally swept Monica off her feet and vaulted us onto my bed. She squealed in surprise until we landed and then I was already dragging down her skirt and roughly shoving up at the hem of her sweater while my tongue dipped into her mouth.

My girlfriend moaned happily as we frenched. And then we were both multitasking as we struggled to get undressed while maintaining the liplock. She first got her ponytail undone, letting the silky red tresses splay out across my sheets. I'd pulled her skirt and panties over her sneakers and off to the floor, my fingers already finding her soaking wet. She dragged my shirt off and was pawing at my chiseled chest.

I didn't bother to remove the rest of her cheerleading uniform. She was naked from the waist down and that was all I needed. There was no undershirt beneath the sweater, and I pushed it high enough so she could unsnap her bra and push the cups above her volcanic tits.

Her right breast was immediately in my hand while I sunk lower down across the bed to get my face in between her legs. Monica cooed and held my head in her hands while I feasted on her, my lower jaw already soaked from her copious fluids.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she sighed as I went to work on her.

I can't describe the fun of having delicate thighs wrapped around your head and shoulders. Somehow, having a young, pink pussy in your face and a pair of white sneakers with blue and yellow laces hanging behind you just seems like the most wonderful place in the world.

Monica's first orgasm came easily. I went straight for her clit and brought her off in under a minute flat. No finesse, just power sucking, and she went wild. It's a good thing nobody was home. Everyone in the house would have heard her screaming my name.

Now some girls would have sagged into the bed after such a powerful climax, panting and breathing hard to catch their breath. Not Monica. I told you, she was built for sex. Now if only I could get her to actually HAVE sex but... well, I digress.

Anyways, Monica was the type for whom orgasms are energy. She came hard and then immediately bounced up and began turning me about while pulling off my jeans. Her sweater and bra fluttered to the floor, and then she was naked save for her sneakers.

I was kinky and she knew it, so she left the sneakers on while she flattened me onto my back and climbed aboard in a sixty-nine. And then the first half of my cock was engulfed in her mouth while she split her legs over my face and we settled into our comfortable routine.

Her lips were a powerful suction as she moved up and down my shaft. Neither of us had any experience except each other, but I'd bet everything I owned that my Monica was the best cocksucker in school. I let her do her thing while I hungrily slurped up every drop of fluid coming out of her steaming pussy. Meanwhile, my hands roved around, alternately petting her naked thighs and rubbing my palms against the tight globes of her ass.

More than once, I had to stop and just grab onto her hips, clenching my torso while trying to stave off my imminent orgasm. She let me calm down and back away from the edge twice, perhaps out of respect for my desire to last a few minutes longer or perhaps out of selfish want for me to keep eating her out.

Either way, the third time I got to the edge (and after I'd gotten her to cum again as well), she didn't back off and instead jacked me even faster until I was erupting, spewing gob after gob of white lava into her sucking mouth.

She swallowed every drop. And once she'd caught her breath she turned around and molded her naked body against mine while we took a short break.

I glanced at the clock, we had 30 minutes if Danielle's promise held up. But the longer we waited the riskier it became. And so before I'd completely recovered I rolled us over and planted a tender kiss on Monica's panting lips.

She beamed up at me, one hand coming up to caress my face. No words came out but the adoration was evident in her deep, dark eyes.

"Do you want to?" I asked her softly. I had a pained but hopeful expression on my face. If she said no, I would back off immediately.

"Yes..." she breathed.

My cock hardened almost immediately. My body instinctively rolled towards her and readied itself to mount her.

"I want to, but we won't," she continued. Her gaze was serious.

My lips pressed together and I closed my eyes in dejection. I rolled away, flat on my back with my gaze pointed towards the ceiling.

"Hey, Prom night's in just a few months," she was caressing my cheek again.

"Months..." I whimpered.

"Wait for me, baby," she pleaded. "It'll be worth it."

I nodded. Her hand reached down and felt my hardness, unflagging in its appreciation for her naked body, no matter what her words were saying. "Come on, big boy. We've got some time and I want to feel you spurt between my big tits."

***

When Monday arrived, the entire football team was welcomed to school like heroes. Each and every student stood to the side as Nate and I came down the hall, and a few even started a smattering of applause.

I caught the looks from a gaggle of Junior Varsity cheerleaders. They were young, but they were very cute. Further down the hallway were the Volleyball chicks: tall, skinny, and all smiles for us. Even the nerd girls, the ones who spent more time with lab equipment than on their appearance, shyly blushed when they found I was looking at them.

Everybody loved us.

Well, almost everybody. There were the anarchists who openly despised high school sports and the stoners who were just so out of it they could care less. And then there were the 'Heights' chicks.

The gaggle of prissy girls were all from the 'Heights' side of town. You could always recognize them because they went out of their way to make sure you included the word 'Heights' after the city name where we lived. Despite being hero jocks, our parents lived in houses that weren't quite worth $5 million and therefore we weren't even worth their time, at least on an ordinary day.

But this day, this Monday after winning the Rivalry Game and getting the game ball, I was puffed up like a rooster. I strutted along and pointedly fixed my gaze at Amber, quite possibly the hottest girl in school, and only a Junior.

5'10", blonde, blue eyes, big rack, all on a trim, lithe body. I mean, we're talking Barbie doll proportions here. Blessed with a model pretty face, she would have given Cherys a run for her money in the attractiveness department if it weren't for the bitchy attitude that ruined the look. 

In my opinion, Amber was the only really good looking one in the whole bunch. The rest were just rich, as if expensive designer clothes made up for their average appearance.

She glanced up as we approached, more an unconscious peek when seeing a moving object in the corner of her eye than any active desire to look at me. With her oversized Chanel sunglasses, I wouldn't have even noticed except for the fact that I was staring straight at her. Beautiful blondes with big tits and short skirts have that effect on me.

Anyways, Amber was already swiveling back to her friends when she belatedly realized I was actually looking her up and down, the way an interested male always evaluates a pretty girl.

Damn she was a fiiine looking chick. And after getting shut out by Monica over the weekend and basking in my current hero-worship, I was feeling a little cocky. And besides, she was just a Junior, not one of the alpha-female bitchy Seniors.

Amber quickly broke my reverie. "What the hell are you looking at?" she hissed, the blank stare of her black sunglasses coldly ripping through my self-confidence.

Witty words failed me. I kind of stuttered, "N-n-nothing." And then in an attempt to salvage what dignity I had left, I continued down the hallway towards my next class. Nate knew better than to comment.

Fortunately, we bumped into Monica and Ellie just a minute later. Both girls gleefully giggled and ran up to us.

"Hi baby!" Monica leapt into my arms for a searing kiss. I don't know if seeing the throngs of students following us turned her on, or she was just establishing her territory in front of everybody. Either way, her tongue was massaging some point a few inches down my throat.

Ellie and Nate just hung back, giving each other awkward grins. Not that they were awkward around each other. We'd all been in the same circle of friends throughout High School and they even dated briefly last year. It's just that they were used to such displays of affection between their respective best friends, that's all.

They patiently waited us out, and then the first bell rang and it was time to move along. Monica and Nate said goodbye and walked off together. They shared the same first period. Ellie and I had our first period together, and we headed along per usual.

Now I'd known Ellie for years. After all, we were the same age, from the same part of town. We'd been going to the same schools since first grade and I'd been crushing on her big sister Cherys since the fourth grade. I was even one of the first people to start calling her 'Ellie' instead of 'Elemis' in Middle School.

And in all that time, we'd probably walked to a few thousand classes together, just comfortable friendly walks. And TODAY was the first day in history that Ellie reached out and held my hand as we walked along.

She did it so casually and so easily that I didn't even realize it for thirty seconds or so. But when I made the first instinct to let go, she just gripped my hand harder.

There are many times in a boy's life where he's trying to process too many things at once and the brain just kind of... locks up. Like Windows freezing and even mashing CTRL-ALT-DEL doesn't help. So the entire way to class and even partway into the room itself, Ellie held my hand while I did nothing to stop her. And when she finally let go of me to get to her seat, I had to admit, I missed the warmth and fuzzy affectionate feelings that had come with her touch. I found myself looking at her longingly as she put down her book bag and got herself settled.

Halfway through the class that followed, my mind started wandering. Ellie was in a typically short skirt today, her desk two chairs ahead of me and to the right. From here, I could see the soft curves of her legs and a pleasant image came unbidden to my mind: It was the vision of Ellie in her cheerleading uniform, shaking her ass at me before the big game. And then her sweet voice was in my head... "I'd let him in me if he ever stopped to ask."

I found that my hands were sweaty as I gripped the deskchair. And then as Ellie turned around and looked right at me, I realized that I was trembling.

But then I noticed that EVERYONE in the room was looking at me, and I nearly went into a full-blown panic.

And then our teacher's voice cut in. "David? Do you know the answer?"

Oh, hell. He was calling on me? What was the question?

What class was this again?

***

My hormones were raging out of control. Ellie kept flirting with me non-stop ALL FUCKING DAY. I was beginning to realize she seriously wanted to jump my bones for some reason, and not just teasing or playing around the way we'd been doing for years.

I wasn't able to find any private time alone with Monica to relieve my sexual tension and after school we had football practice. Last Friday's heroes or not, there was still another game coming up this week.

I got home totally and utterly exhausted. It had been a stressful Monday, and to make matters worse, just when I was about to fall asleep, quietly ecstatic moans began fluttering through my bedroom wall.




The Book of David Ch. 01



Ah, hell, Danielle and Cherys were still here. They wouldn't go back to school until tomorrow morning. I sighed wearily and the sexually-laced noise drifted towards me, I closed my eyes, willing the sound away for a few seconds. But it didn't do any good.

My mind filled up with visions of Cherys in all her nude splendid glory, and this time I started imagining Ellie as well. The two sisters were so similar, Cherys clearly the gorgeous goddess, but Ellie amazingly cute and sexy in her own right. In my mind's eye, I envisioned the two of them embracing each other the way Danielle and Cherys were certainly doing next door. Three minutes later, I barely got the box of tissues in time. But even after I'd unloaded my balls, sleep came only with great difficulty.

I was going to have a really hard time waiting until Prom night.

***

For the rest of the week, Ellie kept up the sexual pressure. My mind was torn between two resolutions: One, that she would eventually tire of messing with my head and things would just go back to normal; Two, that she wouldn't stop and inevitably, Ellie would seduce me.

My brain told me to hope for the first result. At least, when I was alone or with Monica I hoped for the first result. Only at these times could I think rationally and comprehend the concept of fidelity.

But every time I saw the cute girl and her tight ass, my hormones took over the decision-making and I could feel my mouth watering and my muscles tensing with desire to give in to my animal instincts and mate with her. Getting laid seemed to dominate my thinking.

WHO I had sex with was rapidly becoming less important. And so I was secretly hoping Ellie would find a way to seduce me. Just give me the right excuse and I'd give into temptation.

Monica, so sexy and so loving, may or may not have realized just how fragile teenage fidelity really is. But she really was doing everything she could to keep her man satisfied and not take that chance. We were a happy couple and we used every trick in the book to sneak around our parents and find private places to get each other off.

My teenaged body was always ready and willing. And yet, there was something not quite... satisfying... about cumming so much without ever bursting inside the warm, wet receptacles where our dicks are meant, biologically, to ejaculate.

At least Danielle and Cherys were gone. I don't know how much more frazzled my mind would have been if they'd kept up their nightly sexual unions. But still, I found myself quite distracted, in more ways than one, when Game Night came around again.

This Friday seemed so much... less... than the last Friday. We were visiting another high school perhaps an hour's drive away, so I didn't feel the home crowd energy. This wasn't a rival school and it was a game we were expected to win handily. Everything about this night felt like an emotional let down.

Even Monica's blowjob.

With the longer drive, most of the players, staff, and cheerleaders would be taking the team bus. But a few Seniors always elected to find their own transportation. As such, Nate and Ellie carpooled with me and Monica in my ancient, but roomy, American sedan.

Quite often, while driving to the game, Monica would give me a blowjob to take the nervous edge away before we split up to head into the locker rooms. I always played my best games when I was relaxed like this. But with two friends in the backseat, we couldn't do it this time.

Still, after we arrived, Monica pulled me into a dark corner of the empty school to try and work one out of me. For whatever reason, the fear of getting caught or the time crunch to get dressed and out on the field, I couldn't get off. She speed- blew me for three minutes before we both just gave up. And so I found myself with a lot of pent-up nervous energy.

I played like shit.

I dropped three passes and didn't score once. Fortunately, the rest of the offense picked up the slack and with a pounding running game, we won easily and in record fast time. Once the game was secure during the fourth quarter, Coach benched his starters and put in the reserves. So I spent the last ten minutes with nothing to do but watch the cheerleaders.

Monica and Ellie were on fire that night. I still had my pent-up arousal. So while watching their brief panty flashes and tight ass shots, not to mention the bouncing boobs, I found myself with my school jacket in my lap to cover up my hardon.

Even the opposing fans decided it would be more fun to watch our cheerleaders than witness their football team getting crushed. I could see the fire in Monica's eyes as she basked in the attention, and I was already trying to figure out a way to get some action from her before we had to head home.

It seemed that Monica and Ellie were of like mind when the game ended. Before we split up to head into the locker rooms, Monica plastered a wet kiss on me and warned me, "Take a FAST shower. I'll meet you at your car."

To our surprise, Ellie jumped into Nate's arms and said the same thing. Her skin was flushed bright red from combined exertion and arousal. And she even paused to wink at me before chewing on Nate's ear.

I don't think Nate or I had ever gotten dressed that fast before. Very quickly, we were the first players out the doors and headed to my car.

The girls were waiting, having not even bothered to clean themselves up. So they were sweaty and gorgeous and horny as hell when we arrived. From the short game and the fast showers, we had an extra hour of time before our parents expected us home.

Nate knew a quiet place to park that was only ten minutes away. And after he gave me directions, Ellie practically assaulted him in my backseat. Like I said, they'd dated briefly last year in the way any co-ed circle of friends eventually tries dating each other. And I knew for a fact that they'd screwed at least on a couple of occasions. No love, no commitments, just lustful attention. So this was nothing new for them.

Monica was all over me as we pulled out of the parking lot. Once we got on the road she had my fly open and actually had my dick in her mouth. Man, if I'd known she would do this with our friends in the backseat, I would have had her give me the pre-game blowjob in the car. Still, a post-game BJ was better than no BJ. And between her lips and the erotic noises coming from the backseat, my mind was whirling and I had to remind myself to focus on the road lest this become a very short, disastrous trip.

By the time we arrived at the local lover's lane, I was on the verge of cumming. I managed to maneuver us to a parked location a good twenty feet from the nearest other High Schooler's car. Then a split-second after I turned off the engine, my hands were on Monica's head, my fingers tangled in her hair as I prepared to fire away.

But just before I could shoot off, Ellie's bubble-gum voice cracked the silence. "Hey, Mon, let's switch!"

The momentary thought of Ellie's head in my lap nearly set me off. But Monica's potential reaction caused absolute panic to flood my brain, and my whole body went stiff as I jerked in surprise.

"Hmm?" Monica popped her head off me and turned to look into the backseat.

Ellie had quite the self-satisfied expression on her face as she reclined back against Nate's chest. One of his hands was underneath her skirt and the other cupped a breast from underneath her sweater, and from the flushed look and sweat on her forehead, she seemed to just be coming down from quite the orgasm.

"Come on, aren't you just a little curious?" I saw Ellie's arm wiggle and then Monica's gaze dropped down towards Nate's crotch. I saw her eyes go wide as she must have been seeing Ellie's hand wrapped around his hard erection.

My view was blocked by the seat, and I wasn't particularly interested in seeing it for myself. Instead, I was locked in on Ellie's half-naked body. Sure, I'd seen her in a bikini before, which covered far less skin. But if Nate moved his hands just a few inches in select directions, I would be seeing Ellie's pussy or her nipples for the first time.

I glanced to Nate's face. He was similarly staring straight at Monica, no doubt imagining all the things he could be doing with her. And believe it or not, I wasn't feeling jealous. I knew of his submerged crush on her and I couldn't begrudge him for the feeling the way he did. No way would he turn down any opportunity with my gorgeous girlfriend.

But his opinion wasn't the one that mattered. Nor mine, really. It was as if all four of us knew the only possible objection would be coming from Monica. And after a long, pregnant silence, Monica finally exhaled. "N- no, we shouldn't." Her statement did not carry the note of finality I had expected.

"Come on..." Ellie's voice was a purr. "No sex. No commitments. Just once, play around a little or you'll be wondering for the rest of your life what it might have been like. More to the point, your boyfriend will be wondering for the rest of HIS life. But here you can supervise him and we've got a time limit. It's the best chance you'll ever have."

I could see Monica take a deep gulp. Her right hand was still on my hard cock, and she was absently stroking it while staring down at Nate's. Neither of us had ever touched another person sexually before. Were we really ready to be monogamous forever, never knowing what could have been?

"No sex. And just this once," Monica stated flatly to nobody in particular, and then she had let go of me and was popping the passenger door. Ellie quickly opened her door and the two girls switched places in a matter of seconds.

Nate almost went catatonic as Monica slid across my backseat and tentatively wrapped her hand around his bare, bulging dick. I saw this in the corner of my eye before Ellie climbed in next to me and was soon leaning across the seat, her face only inches from mine.

"Hey there, hunk..." she cooed.

I was frozen in trepidation of what was about to happen. When she first moved to kiss me my head automatically backed away. It was a conditioned response to her flirting with me for the past year and my struggle to be loyal.

I glanced into the backseat, and saw Monica and Nate tentatively coming together for their first kiss. Nate clearly wanted it, but like me, Monica seemed really, really nervous.

Ellie caught my reaction and turned my gaze back to her. She fixed me with a lopsided grin. "Come on, just imagine I'm Cherys."

My jaw dropped as my dream girl's image dropped over Ellie's similar features. And then she'd taken advantage of my unmoving state and gaping mouth to press her own open mouth against mine.

I swear a lightning bolt came down out of the heavens and zapped us. Maybe it was punishment for our immoral activity, but it sent a crackle of electricity up and down my spine.

Now I'm not going to say anything bad about the chemistry between me and Monica. We'd always had passion. But there was something about this first kiss with Ellie that sent a thrill into me like nothing else. I knew immediately that it had changed me forever.

I gasped into the kiss and then I heard a similar moan come from the backseat. My eyes were closed as our mouths pressed and retreated, massaging and rubbing as I inhaled Ellie's spicy sweetness and sent my tongue in to wrap around hers.

It was so... wrong... that I couldn't have been any more aroused than I was at that moment. Here I was, french kissing Ellie, half-dreaming of her sister Cherys, while my girlfriend Monica was in the backseat making out with my best friend.

And then Ellie's hot hand was wrapped around my cock, pumping it while I groaned into our kiss. I'd backed away from orgasm in the few minutes since Monica had first been interrupted, but the situation and stimulation were quickly bringing me back.

I had to feel Ellie's naked body, and my hands roved all over as I pulled up her cheerleading top, baring Ellie's tits to my gaze. They weren't as big as her sister's or Monica's, but they were perfectly formed and still large handfuls, as I soon discovered. The snowy globes called to me, and a moment later my face was between them, licking and suckling to my heart's content while Ellie continued to jack me and moan encouragement in my ear.

"That's it, David," she crooned. "Feel me up. Don't you love my titties? Don't they feel so wickedly good! Can you believe you're sucking on my nipples while your girlfriend is in the backseat?"

I couldn't believe it, but the thought certainly was turning me on. And Ellie's soft hand on my dick was only helping matters along.

But then Ellie decided to progress things a little further. She gently pulled my head away from her chest and then knelt on top of the seat, bending herself over me and lowering her face down towards my crotch. I don't know if Monica ever meant for things to go this far, but I was already thinking with my other head and in no condition to stop her. And then Ellie's hot mouth enveloped the crown of my cock and I ceased all further contemplation.

A male voice called out, "Oh, shit! She's sucking me!"

It took me a second to realize that was Nate's voice. I managed to crane my neck around to see just the last two inches of Nate's shaft still protruding from beneath Monica's ruby red lips. Once again I felt no jealousy, only further arousal at witnessing the lurid sex act. I imagined the sight of Ellie's mouth wrapped around my own pecker would have been just as erotically enticing.

For a moment, I thought to attempt some comparisons in their blowjob techniques. But the moment I tried to think analytically, Ellie's next suck completely destroyed my ability to organize my thoughts.

Instead, I found my attention wandering along the slight ridge of Ellie's spine as it extended out from underneath her cheerleading top and down towards her ass. My right hand extended out and flipped up the back of her short skirt, baring her perky asscheeks covered only by the sheer fabric of her yellow panties. 

For a second I bemoaned the school standard full panties preventing this hot little vixen from wearing a thong. But then I thought of all the dirty old men futilely trying to stare at Ellie's ass... and how *I* was the one who got to peel it off of her. A second later Ellie's panties were halfway down her thighs and I had two fingers buried in her tight, wet snatch.

Ellie reacted immediately, she moaned in a deep, husky voice, releasing my cock for just a moment before slurping on me with even more fury. And very quickly my legs were quivering with barely restrained energy while my balls coiled inwards.

I was losing it, and fast. In desperation, my right hand really began working Ellie's pussy and in a brief moment of inspiration, my thumb pressed in to join my other two fingers, spreading her tunnel even wider and causing a strong buck in her hips. Then, once I'd gotten my thumb good and soaked, I pulled back and then with careful timing and a bit of luck, I popped my honey-drenched thumb into Ellie's asshole.

She shrieked and came, her voice a squall around my cock still in her mouth while her entire body trembled and quaked on top of my invasive hand. And then I had also reached my limit.

My pecker erupted inside her mouth while Ellie was still shrieking, and instinctively she pulled up a few inches after the first burst threatened to choke her. The next three shots blasted off against her face, Ellie squeezing her eyes shut against my orgasmic onslaught as I literally coated her eyebrows and cheeks in my jism.

And then Ellie was sitting up, panting loudly with a deeply satisfied grin on her face. I just sank deeper into my seat, grunting and trying to catch my breath.

We had both just about caught our breath when fresh male grunting sounded off in the quiet confines of the car. I turned my head to see Monica and Nate, folded onto the backseat in a cramped but familiar sixty-nine position. Nate was presently blowing his load into Monica's throat while she squirmed her pantyless crotch over his face.

A minute later, our little orgy was over.

Not much was said after that. Monica hunted around to find her panties for a little bit before retrieving them and then swapping seats with Ellie, returning to her spot next to me.

Monica spent the full hour of the drive home leaning against my left shoulder, lost in her own thoughts. I didn't try to engage her in conversation, I had my own self- analysis in progress.

A guilty thought dogged me the entire way: I couldn't wait until I could do that with Ellie again.

***

I dropped off first Nate and then Ellie at their respective parents' homes. It was a short five minute drive on to Monica's place. I guess she figured that was long enough.

We'd no sooner pulled away from Ellie's house than Monica was once again bent over my lap, extricating my limp pecker from its confines. With an hour's worth of recharging, it was already growing in her hands and then very quickly Monica had me stuffed into her mouth.

She got me off in record time that night. I don't think I'd ever gone from cold start to eruption in less than two minutes before. But this night, Monica was on a mission. And so even after swallowing my reduced load, Monica had plenty of time to fix herself up and make herself presentable before we arrived at her place.

Without delay, once I came to a stop at the curb, she leaned over and kissed me quickly. "Don't you forget," she said sternly, her eyes carrying the seriousness of her tone, as if she'd just proven an important point. And then she was out of the car and striding confidently up the walkway to her home.

'Don't you forget': What the hell does that mean?

***

The next day was a Saturday. Naturally, I slept in until about 2pm.

That evening, our group of friends got together to go see the latest crap movie. Summer blockbusters were long gone and we weren't interested in the latest Oscar-fodder. So we settled for the studio junk that didn't make the grade for a more interesting release date. Whatever, it was just an excuse to hang out together on a weekend.

When I first ran into Nate, he kinda gave me a weird look, as if he was half- expecting me to walk up and slug him in the nose. Well, no such punch was coming and in fact I just met him with our usual back-slap-no-we're-not-friggin'- hugging-or-anything greeting. I quickly slid into the usual banter and mild flirting with our co-ed group.

A few minutes later, Ellie and Monica joined us in quick succession, bringing the group total to 8. And we proceeded to kill the evening per usual. No ugly jealousies. No veiled references to our post-game activities. 

True, Ellie and Monica spent an inordinate amount of time hanging back and talking together, that sort of best-friendish behavior was nothing new, even if I suspected their conversational topic wasn't one of the usual subjects. The way the two of them kept glancing over at me didn't do much to calm my paranoia.

While it was certainly in the back of my mind and no doubt in the back of theirs, everyone acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. I could almost convince myself that it was all just a dream, that the entire episode had never happened.

And then Monday rolled around.

I found out last minute that my parents were going to be out that evening, off to see some boring Opera downtown. Of course they'd told me about it fifteen times, but unsurprisingly I'd forgotten. You'd think I would have remembered something like that as it would have given me a great chance to get Monica into my bedroom.

Alas, I'd forgotten, and thus a golden opportunity had been missed. I moaned about it to Monica at school during lunch and she chastised me for not giving her more warning to come up with some excuse not to go straight home after school. My friends similarly teased me for being a moron.




The Book of David Ch. 01



And so, after football practice, I returned to my house, resigned to an evening with hidden girlie magazines and my right hand. Hell, with no plans made I was tempted to actually join my parents and go see the stupid play... tempted... but not actually willing to go.

And so, my mom advised me that dinner was in the fridge and they hopped into Dad's Volvo and drove away.

Then at my lazy, teenaged pace, I managed to get up off the couch and start up the stairs to head for my bedroom.

I'd only gotten six steps up when the doorbell rang. I rolled my eyes and turned around. What did they forget? And why wasn't my dad using his key or coming through the garage?

I peeked out the window and got a shock when I saw Ellie standing on the welcome mat. Quickly, I unbolted and opened the door. "Ellie?" I queried.

"Hey there, hunk!" She smiled brightly and then stepped forward into the house. "Gawd, I thought your parents would never leave." She walked right by me and then headed up the stairs.

My jaw waggled a few times trying to come up with something to say. Meanwhile, I just closed the door and then started following her. Damn her ass looked mighty fine in those jeans.

She'd made it to the second floor by the time I managed to blurt, "Uh, Ellie? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she flipped as her head turned left and right a few times before she continued on in a direct line for my bedroom.

"Uh, it looks like you're heading for my room."

"Exactly!" We'd both managed to walk into my room and the instant I crossed the doorway, Ellie turned around, wrapped her arms around my head and then planted a juicy kiss right onto my lips. Lightning crashed into us again, tingling all the way down my spine.

"Mmph!" I uttered in surprise, my mouth smothered by hers. This caused her only to pull my head tighter against hers as she massaged my lips with her own and she didn't let up until she felt my resistance crumble and my arms encircle her lithe body.

And just when I started to flow back into her kiss, Ellie released me and then turned around, walking further into my room. She looked around, appraising my movie posters and stereo equipment casually. My cassette tapes and compact discs had her attention. For a moment, she acted as if she'd never kissed me.

And then in a single, graceful movement, she twirled about and sat on my bed, leaning back with her arms propping her up and thrusting her chest out at me. "You know, when you mentioned during lunch that your family was going to be out tonight, I of course thought you were setting up a romantic rendezvous with Monica. But then when I realized you had no plans and Monica would be leaving you home all alone, well, I couldn't let that happen now could I?"

"You couldn't?"

"No!" Ellie grinned. She crooked a single finger to me, beckoning me towards her.

I carefully closed my bedroom door before approaching her. The fact that I closed it let her know that I was already halfway to surrender and feeling guilty about what we were about to do. Why else would I shut the door on an empty house?

Ellie just spread her legs to the sides and pulled me until I was standing between them. She wrapped her arms around my waist and even pinched my asscheeks before looking up at me with doe eyes and a warm smile.

"You're such a strong, virile man," she husked. "A man like you deserves pleasure at a time like this. Pleasure you're not getting."

My mind was racing with all the pleasure I wanted, the pleasure Monica wasn't giving me, the pleasure I couldn't get from Cherys, and the pleasure I imagined Ellie was now offering me. My body tensed up as the hormones started pumping through my veins, and I reached down to cradle Ellie's head in my hands.

"I want you, David," she told me. Ellie looked unbelievably sexy and pretty as she said that. Her hands were back on my ass. "I told you I'd let you in me if you ever asked, but you never asked. Don't you want to ask me, David?"

"Oh, yes..." I breathed.

Her eyes narrowed as the brightly colored irises danced in delight. "Then fucking ASK me."

"Ellie, do you want to-?"

"Fuck, yeah," she interrupted and then pulled me down on top of her. My lips found hers and then I was flat on top of her, our bodies grinding against one another while our tongues went to war.

Ellie's hands clawed frantically at my back for the first few seconds, and then eventually she managed to start tugging my shirt upwards. I took the hint and pulled away long enough to whip my shirt off and gulp down some oxygen. And then she was pulling me by the neck back down to her so our mouths could crash together once again.

With a burst of energy, I sunk my hands beneath her shoulders and then rolled us over, Ellie whooping in surprise and then laughing hysterically once she got her bearings. It was my turn to feel up her naked spine while she lifted her shirt and flung it away.

I fumbled the first few times at her bra strap before Ellie reached back and unsnapped it casually. And then her elbows were jerking left and right as she slipped the cups away, leaving her torso bare before me.

I couldn't help but sit up and take her breasts into my mouth once again.

"Mmm, taste my nipples, you fucking stud," she growled into my ear, gripping my head in her hands and holding me tight to her chest. But as much as I enjoyed it, I had a clear goal in mind. I wanted INSIDE her body, and I wanted inside NOW.

My hands were tugging at the waist of her jeans, which barely budged. The same spray-painted tightness that outlined her ass so very well now proved to be a real problem for easy removal.

Ellie finally dismounted me and stood on the floor to drag both her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and with a brilliant smile, she pirouetted to show off her astounding naked body. At 5'8", she was about the same height as Cherys. Her hips were narrower and her even though she didn't have the big breasts of her older sister, Ellie's nice C-cups still sat high on her chest and wonderfully shaped. I also got my first good look at her pussy, her dark pubic hair trimmed to a thin triangle inside her bikini tan line and an inviting pinkness showing beneath her puffy lips.

"Your turn," Ellie husked as she knelt to the floor. Her hands went to the fastener of my jeans and she expertly began to pull them off of me. I lifted my hips off the bed to help her. For a few seconds, everything was automatic. Monica and I had undressed each other many, many times.

But then just as my boxers went low enough to expose my erection, it dawned on me that this was Ellie, about to have sex with me and not Monica, who would shut me down at the last moment. The idea got my dick so hard it slapped against my own pelvis hard enough to make a loud noise.

"Ooh... is all that for me?" Ellie purred.

"Every inch," I growled.

Her right hand reached out and raised my cock to a vertical position. She leaned forward then and brought her face just over the crown. She paused for just a moment and looked up into my face. With total sincerity, she half-whispered "I'm a total slut for you, David. I always have been."

At the time her words didn't make much sense to me. Only later would I find out what deeper meaning there was. But in that moment, I didn't care. Hearing Ellie call herself my slut just got me hard and even more eager to bury my dick inside my first pussy.

And then Ellie's head dropped down and she was coating my rod with the warm, wetness of her mouth. I just gasped in delight. But I wanted even more.

Ellie seemed to be on the save wavelength as me. She only bobbed up and down long enough to get me wet and then she got up and turned around, laying back across my bed with her crotch right at the edge. "Come fuck me," she ordered.

I didn't need any further invitation. I turned around and stepped between Ellie's spread legs. My finger went out first and tested the waters, making sure she was good and wet. I hadn't even needed to go down on her, so maybe Ellie really was a slut for me.

I leaned over to my nightstand table. I'd kept a brand new box of condoms there, unopened and waiting for Monica's 'right moment'. Ellie caught my movement and then reached her hand to my forearm.

"You don't need those. I'm safe." And then she lay back and smiled, twisting her torso into an erotic pose worthy of sculpture. As she did this, the image of her big sister suddenly descended over Ellie's naked body. And then I was moving forwards.

Clearly, I knew that I was about to enter Ellie, exciting in her own right. But she reminded me just enough of Cherys, unattainable Cherys, to make this even more of a thrill. Her legs went up and her feet circled around my back while I nudged the bulbous head into her wet folds. And then her heels were pulling me towards her while I began my very first descent.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck..." she groaned as my shaft burrowed into her. I did not thrust, instead keeping up a steady pressure as I got deeper and deeper until I was buried to the hilt.

Sudden emotion hit me at that moment. I was filled with a well of gratitude to her, the first woman who had accepted me inside of her. I felt the wetness of a tear dribbling out of my eye on my cheek just before I leaned in and kissed Ellie.

She kissed me back, returning just as much passion as I was giving her. And when I pulled away to breathe, her bright eyes simply flared up. Her heels dug into me once again and her hips bucked up against me.

And then we were FUCKING.

I'd never practiced this before. There's no way to PRACTICE alone. But my body instinctively knew how to get me off. I was pumping. I was grunting. My hands were planted on the bed as I lunged over and over against Ellie's acquiescent body. I watched her tits rolling around and around and jerking back and forth to our movements.

I growled and nipped at Ellie's shoulders, her neck, and her ears. And then all too soon, I was pushing over my edge.

She read the tightness in my eyes and her hands went up to my arms, gripping me tightly while she undulated her body beneath me, pushing harder and harder with her own hips to meet each thrust, spurring me to my climax. And then she was grinning happily as I yelled out my release, delighted that she'd brought me that pleasure she'd promised.

My head was pounding in pain as I felt each volley loose inside of Ellie's pussy. I'd slammed my hips forward and held them there as deep as I could go, my lower body twitching with each blast of semen.

It went on forever, perhaps even longer than I'd been fucking her. But the juice just kept shooting and shooting and shooting.

A gallon later, I was spent, and my heavy body sagged downwards. I managed to catch myself on one arm, so that only half my weight actually collapsed onto Ellie's naked chest. And then I rolled to the side, my limp cock exiting with a squishing noise.

And then there were no more sounds but the two of us panting like exhausted racehorses.

Ellie hadn't climaxed. In my head, I'd built myself up as some superhuman lover, giving my girl a dozen orgasms before shooting off myself. That hadn't happened, and I'd only lasted a few minutes if the clock on my nightstand was to be believed.

But Ellie didn't seem to mind. She leaned over and kissed me and happily snuggled against my side.

At first, I started to apologize. But she would have none of it. "Look on the bright side," she cheered. "Now we have plenty of time to do it again!"

***

I'd done it. I'd had sex, three times in fact. I was no longer a virgin.

And there wasn't anybody I could talk about it to.

Well, maybe Ellie. But she wasn't around right now. My girlfriend was around. So on this day, a day that I should be exulting in my manhood and high-fiving every male friend I had in this school, I was instead trying to bury my feelings while I felt guilty every... single... second.

No matter how you spun it, I'd cheated on my girlfriend with her best friend. This was the shit soap operas were made of.

Fortunately, Monica appeared to be oblivious to my current state of mind. I suppose it was a good thing that my eighteen-year-old natural attitude was that of an indifferent slacker. Ellie still flirted with me, the same way as always. I hoped that only I could see the impish twinkle in her eyes when she looked at me. That only I could hear the sultry husk in her voice when she spoke to me.

Sex changes a friendship completely. It was no longer possible to think of Ellie just as an old friend I'd known since we were little. She was no longer just Cherys' little sister. She was Ellie, my first. She was Ellie, sexual creature I'd ejaculated inside of. And every time I saw her, I thought of what she looked like while we were making love.

But Monica didn't notice how I looked at our friend. And so, Tuesday passed without incident.

Wednesday was more of the same.

On Thursday, Monica managed to find an extra ten minutes before afternoon practice. We snuck out to my car and we had a quick blowjob before heading off in our respective directions.

And then it was another Friday night game night. 

***

Once again, we had an away game. Once again, Monica, Ellie, and Nate all drove with me in my car. Once again, I played like shit.

Once again, our team won and the girls wanted to get frisky in the car before we went home.

This time, Monica gave the directions to a quiet place to park. I cruised along, fighting every second to keep my focus on the road while Monica's hand was busy jacking my dick. I was already used to Monica's fetish for fondling me while driving. But today, twittering with sexual anticipation and half-thinking about Ellie, my self-control was already in shreds. The physical distraction would ordinarily have been enough to put us in danger of crashing. But the mental distraction made this short trip a near-suicidal decision.

Monica's soft hand, so familiar, felt so incredibly good. And yet I was haunted by the memory of what the inside of Ellie's pussy felt like. I couldn't help but fantasize even while my girlfriend was giving me a handjob.

Even after we parked, and both girls bent over to start blowing their respective dates, my mind was still wandering.

After last week, Ellie and Monica had agreed that the whole "swapping" thing was a one-time occurrence, to get the curiosity out of the way. And so despite a part of me yearning to reacquaint itself with the raven-haired girl's lithe body, I'd accepted that I needed to make myself happy with the gorgeous redhead who currently had her lips wrapped around my cock.

I filled my head with all the happy memories of my time with Monica, willing myself to forget the cheating and think only of the sweet girl who'd been my girlfriend all these years.

"Oh baby, you're so good," I crooned to her as her head bobbed up and down. And in the end, when she swallowed every drop of spunk I offered up, I pulled her to me and held her tightly. It was a rare tender moment for us.

I was therefore quite surprised when I felt the tear roll down her cheek.

I leaned back and looked into my girlfriend's eyes. "What's wrong?"

She sniffled once and then said, "Nothing." And with her trademark fire, she steeled her expression and asserted control of her emotions through sheer willpower. A sharp smile crossed her face. She glanced into the backseat and we both watched as Nate pumped the last of his load down Ellie's throat.

With the guys now sated, I checked the clock to make sure we had enough time to return the favor. According to our usual script, when it was just the two of us, now was when Monica reclined back across the seat while I slid onto the floor of the car to get a better angle to eat her out. But Monica stopped me.

"No. We're not done with you two yet. That was just the warm-up to make sure you both lasted longer for round 2."

"Round 2?" Nate wondered aloud.

Monica's smile turned into a wicked grin. And staring right into my eyes, she ordered, "Switch!"

I was in disbelief. Ellie quickly got out of her door and then the two girls traded places once again. And without looking into my face, Ellie's hands and lips went straight to my crotch. She crawled across the front seat and slurped my half-hard cock into her mouth, suckling and rapidly reviving me.

I watched as Monica now attacked Nate. She first pressed her body up against his torso, planting a searing kiss onto his lips. There was no tentativeness or hesitation that marked her first occasion with the star quarterback, and for a moment, jealousy actually reared its ugly head as I wondered if she had secretly lusted after my best friend in the same way I'd been lusting after hers.

Nate, for his part, was happily enjoying the attention. But I couldn't bring myself to be angry with him. After all, I was the one cheater in the group. It would be hypocritical to feel truly jealous.

Besides, ever since Ellie and I had fucked this past Monday, I'd been dreaming of getting inside her panties once again. And now I was being given full permission to make out with her and engage in a little oral play, and it wasn't even cheating.

I looked down and ran my fingers through Ellie's silky dark locks, massaging her scalp while she bobbed up and down on my stiff member. I promised I wouldn't compare, but at the very least, Ellie was completely Monica's equal in the art of oral pleasure.

But just as I started to get into Ellie's blowjob, a desperate male voice shattered the air. "Monica! MONICA!"

I turned around just in time to see Nate pinned against the backrest, his hands trapped next to his shoulders in Monica's hands. She was straddling his legs, her naked ass positioned over his equally naked legs.

And then, to my abject horror, I saw her body lower itself down onto his erect dick. Nate's eyes flew open wide, and then Monica screamed in pain as her body bottomed out against Nate's lap with his cock fully embedded inside her virginal pussy.

I lost my erection almost immediately. My girlfriend was in the backseat of my car, and she'd just given her long-protected cherry to my best friend.

The next five minutes were like a nightmare to me. I could do nothing but stare, slack-jawed as she rose and fell on top of Nate, her hands tightly gripping his. I couldn't even say anything. Every time I wanted to yell in protest I was reminded of how I'd given my own cherry to HER best friend.

Ellie quickly gave up on trying to get me hard. She leaned against the passenger seat, just watching the coupling in the back seat.

And so Monica and Nate fucked. Nate was delirious. I could only imagine what was going through his mind as he screwed his best friend's girl right in front of his best friend. And yet, I knew with his buried crush on Monica, he was in absolute heaven. It's how I would have been if it were me and Cherys.

And when the veins in his neck threatened to burst and his face went red with tension, Monica lifted off and she began jacking him forcefully in her expert hands. And then he was spurting his sticky cum all over her bounteous tits.

In the end, Ellie passed her best friend some napkins to help clean up. I saw for myself the telltale blood stains that proved Monica had been a virgin up until a few minutes ago.

I turned around and simply stared straight ahead through the windshield, lost in the abyss of my own thoughts.

Eventually, everyone must have finished up and gotten settled. Ellie prodded me tentatively, which woke me from my stupor. I noticed she was still sitting in the front passenger seat and she'd buckled up her seat belt. I turned on the engine and shifted the car into drive.

The thirty minute ride back to our hometown felt like an eternity.

***

As usual, I dropped off first Nate and then Ellie. And then it was just me and Monica in the car. At Ellie's house she got out and came to the front seat.




The Book of David Ch. 01



I only drove a block away from Ellie's house before I pulled over to the side of the road. Monica said nothing as I turned the engine off and left us in the dead silence.

A few minutes passed. A minute doesn't seem like a long time until you actually FEEL the seconds slowly ticking by. One...

Two...

Three...

A few hundred of those feel like an eternity.

And then I finally said, "I thought you wanted to wait until Prom night."

"For you, I would have," she answered immediately. I saw her glance at me for just a moment. And then she looked away and out her own side window. "But I guess you couldn't wait for ME."

She knew. Clearly she knew. I fumbled around in my head, searching for the right combination of words to form an apology that would get me out of this mess, but no such words were forthcoming.

"'I'm sorry' just doesn't cut it. But it's all I've got," I said quietly. "I'm sorry. I should have waited for you."

"Yes, you should have. But you didn't." Her tone wasn't as harsh as her words. Instead, she just seemed... sad. "I guess I shouldn't have expected any more from you."

"Why not? Aren't you supposed to expect the best from your boyfriend?" I felt sooooo guilty inside. My head knew what was right and moral. It's just that my OTHER head didn't.

"Maybe. But then my mom warned me not to expect too much from an overstimulated eighteen-year-old." Monica's voice was now bitter with disappointment. "I guess in a way, it's my own fucking fault for switching with Ellie in the first place last week."

"Why did you?" I had to ask.

"She was right. I was curious. But even more than me being curious about another man, I was curious about YOU and another girl. Everyone's always asking me how I got you to be so faithful to me all these years without putting out. It's as if I had some magic touch."

"You do have a magic touch." I couldn't help but smile at the memories of her magic touch and all the wonders it brought to me.

"Not magic enough," she spat. "Dammit, I told you don't forget how good I can be!" she yelled.

We both went quiet for another few long minutes.

In the end, I finally asked. "How did you know?"

"I always knew. Ellie's my best friend. Last year she admitted to me she'd been crushing on you since... well, since fourth grade. She just never made a move since you were first obsessed with her sister and then dating me."

"Really?" My ego had wanted to believe every cute girl was secretly in love with me, including Ellie. But my head had shut those thoughts down a long time ago.

"Really. She wasn't lying when she said she'd let you fuck her if you ever stopped to ask."

"Wait, wait. If you knew she was going after me, why didn't you try to stop her?"

Monica looked down at the floor of the car. She was silent for a long time and I just tried to wait her out. Despite the fact that we'd both cheated on each other, there was surprisingly no anger. This conversation was a turning point in both our lives.

"I chose not to stop her. I even gave her a green light. After last Friday, after she gave you a blowjob and I blew Nate just to know what it would be like, we talked on the phone for like... hours... And then Saturday at the movies, I spent the entire time reassuring her that I meant what I said."

"What did you say?"

"I told her to go for it. If you and her were meant to be together then you were meant to be together. She wanted you... badly." Monica looked up at me. "If I stopped her she might always resent me for it."

I wasn't sure how to respond. I didn't have to.

Monica fixed me with her serious glare. "I knew I would love you so much more for staying loyal to me. But if you couldn't resist her..." Her hands balled into fists and she closed her eyes. "If you couldn't be faithful, then you didn't deserve my virginity."

Her eyes flew open, filled with as much fire and anger as I'd ever felt from her before. "And you didn't deserve it."

"So it was a test!" I spat. I don't respond well to being manipulated like this.

"And you failed." Her voice was cold.

"And did Nate deserve your virginity?" I accused. It was my turn to be angry.

The comment seemed to deflate her. She stuttered a few times before muttering "Well..."

"Well, what?"

"I don't know!" she yelled, visibly upset with herself. "It... it was a rash decision. I was so angry with you."

For a minute, Monica's eyes waggled back and forth as she stared down at the floor trying to organize her thoughts. "I mean, immediately after Ellie seduced you on Monday she called me to admit everything. And then I couldn't help but notice how you completely stopped trying to get into my pants for the whole week. Hell, the only time we did anything naughty was when I had to initiate a blowjob before practice on Thursday. By game night, I was just really, really pissed at you. I wanted to hurt you. And so... I did it."

We lapsed into silence for another few minutes.

At long last, I just let out a sigh that seemed to go on forever. And when my breath was gone and my shoulders sagged, I let my head roll back against the headrest. "To be honest, I feel worse for Nate than hurt by you." I turned and looked at my girlfriend. Only now, I wasn't really seeing her as my girlfriend anymore. In my heart, I knew we were done. "He really does like you, Monica. I feel bad that you used him and his feelings to lash out at me."

I let my head fall forward, burying my face in my hands. "But me? You're right." I sighed again. "I didn't deserve your virginity."

So now I was sorry. And she was sorry. And no amount of words was going to make everything right. At least not tonight.

***

"David! Pick up the phone! It's your sister!"

I was lying flat on my back, fully clothed, and staring straight at the ceiling. I just kind of rolled my eyes and blindly reached out with my left hand to grasp at the landline extension in my bedroom.

It took a couple of tries, but eventually I got a grip on the receiver and lifted it free of the cradle. "Yeah."

"Hey squirt." When we were younger and Danielle was more annoyed by my invasive presence than anything else, she referred to me as the 'little squirt'. Even now, when I was a good couple inches and a few dozen pounds heavier than her, she still used the nickname whenever she wanted to prod at me.

"I told you not to call me that," I spat.

"Well, I gotta do something to wake you up. Mom tells me you're acting even more morose than usual."

"Like she can tell."

"Mom's more perceptive than you think. Besides, you didn't even leave the house all day Saturday. What happened?"

I sighed, a long, loud breath that echoed through the phone. "It's complicated."

"Let me guess, it involves sex and Monica?"

"Well..." My tone gave it away. She knew she had guessed right.

"C'mon. You're eighteen. What else could it be?" I could hear Danielle's smile on the other end of the line. "So spill it, you're depressed you're still a virgin?"

"Uh, wellll..." My tone once again gave things away.

"Holy shit!" Danielle shrieked into the phone loud enough to make me wince in pain and pull the receiver away for a moment. "The little squirt finally popped his cherry! Whatsa matter? You a little premature or something?"

"Hey! No!" I got instantly defensive. "It's just..."

"Oh, no..." Danielle's female intuition was already leading itself, rather accurately, to the worst assumption. Her voice got quietly serious. "Did you cheat on her?"

"How the hell could you guess THAT?"

"But I'm right, aren't I? And Monica knows."

I sighed again. I was doing that a lot lately. Even though no one could see me, I hung my head in shame. "Yes."

"With who?" Having only graduated the year before, Danielle knew just about all the potential candidates at my High School.

I was about to blurt her name, but then the tangled web of relationships stopped me. "I... I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why not?"

"Because! Well... you KNOW her."

"I know EVERYONE. I've met all those little cheerleaders you hang out with and I know all the ones who would've given it up-" Her voice came to a dead stop. Danielle's intuition was leading her well once again. "You didn't. SHE didn't."

I just squeezed my eyes shut praying Danielle hadn't guessed correctly and hoping everything would just go away.

But then Danielle's voice came back on the line with confidence in her tone. "There's only one girl you wouldn't tell me about. And that's because you know I'd HAVE to tell MY girlfriend."

My heart sank, and so did my shoulders.

"Oh, how could she do that to her best friend?"

"I told you, it's complicated!"

"David. You have to talk to Ellie. She's got to tell Cherys, and soon. Otherwise I'll have to tell Cherys, probably by tomorrow night. I can give you that much time."

"Okay, okay. I'll see her at school tomorrow."

"Look, I don't pretend to know everything. Obviously I'm not back home and I don't know what's really going on between the three of you. But Cherys and I have been watching her little sister for a long time. The girl really does like you. I'm sorry about Monica but please, try not to break Ellie's heart, too."

"I don't know if that's under my control."

"Just keep it in mind."

"I will, Danielle."

"Good. Now get up off your ass and go downstairs, at least for a few minutes. Then I can claim to mom that I was some help."

***

Monday morning, I was just closing up my locker before first period when Monica came down the hallway. Secretly, I'd been hoping I could procrastinate this until later in the day, but it looked like we'd be doing this right now.

I adjusted my backpack over my shoulder and then turned to face her. We both had rather nervous expressions as we looked at each other for the first time since that fateful Friday night.

"How you doin'?" I asked her.

"I'm okay," she replied, her nerves seeming to calm as we started into the conversation. "Feels weird not jumping at you right now, though."

My jaw clenched up as I looked up and down her dynamite body, especially her large breasts barely restrained by a tight halter-top. I mentally kicked myself for doing anything that would mean I might never touch those again. "Yeah, well... I understand."

"David, you have to believe that I will forgive you. But..."

"We're done, aren't we?" I interrupted.

"Yeah, I think that's best. Don't you?"

"To be honest, my hormones don't think so. But unfortunately, my head agrees."

"We had a good run." Monica stepped a few inches closer and looked up at me, her eyes liquid and on the verge of tears. "But..." She composed herself. "But we were bound to break up eventually. You and I weren't meant to be together forever. I just hope that we can stay friends."

"Friends. I'd like that."

In the back of my head, I knew there would be some challenges. It would be hard to ever look at her again and NOT remember what she felt like intimately. But at the same time, many of our classmates had broken up and managed to remain in the same circle of friends. Teenagers are just resilient that way.

"Besides," Monica gave a significant look behind my shoulder, and I turned to see where she was staring. Seemingly waiting, just twenty feet away, were Nate and Ellie. "I think there are other people who want to get to know us."

I turned back to Monica, and automatically I reached out with my finger to intercept the tear rolling down her left cheek. She sniffled once and then smiled. As a last gesture, she leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. And then she walked away, heading straight for our friends.

I turned and watched as Ellie split away, walking towards us. Ellie and Monica exchanged brief smiles, hopeful smiles, as they passed each other. The next thing I knew, Ellie was standing right before me.

At first she stared at the floor to compose herself before looking up at me hesitantly. Her eyes were wide and honest, her face completely absent of any seduction. She just looked like a nervous little girl. "Hi..." she managed to mumble.

Seeing her this way was so completely different from the usual teasing flirt I was used to. Ellie looked downright vulnerable and so desperate to be loved. "Hi," I replied.

She'd made her feelings clear once before and now she was frightened at how I might really respond now that everyone knew. So despite having broken up with my girlfriend literally a minute prior, I knew what I wanted to do.

"Ellie, I know this will seem very sudden. And given what happened between us last Monday it may even be a little... late. But in all seriousness, Elemis, can I take you out to dinner Friday night?"

For just a brief second, the vision of Cherys fell over Ellie's features, reminding me just why I was so powerfully attracted to her physically. And then Ellie's more innocent, sweet smile shone through. It took another moment for her to shake off her nerves, but then she leaned into my body and while wrapping her arms behind my head, she pulled me into a soft kiss.

It wasn't aggressive, it wasn't raw, but it was passionate and filled with years of unrequited longing. I had not yet sorted out what my feelings were for the pretty young woman in my arms, but I could accept the strength of her feelings for me. And I'd be happy to see where this went.

When we broke for air, I asked, "Is that a yes?"

Blinking away her own tears, Ellie smiled and nodded. "Yes!" And then the first bell rang, and it was time to move along to class.

Slowly, Ellie pulled away and checked her clothing to make sure nothing was out of place while I got a better grip on my backpack. I looked down the hallway and saw Monica and Nate walking off together, deep in their own conversation. My ex-girlfriend and my best friend. We still had a whole semester of school left. I knew with certainty that they would be big parts of my life in the near future.

But in the meantime, I had my present. I reached my hand out, and Ellie gladly took it. So hand-in-hand we walked off to our first period.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 2



The Book of David Ch. 02



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-- CHAPTER 2: The Last High School Hurrah --

***

WINTER BREAK, SENIOR YEAR (December 1997)

"Hurry up, you know we haven't much time." Her voice was breathless and for a moment there were no sounds but that of a teenaged male frantically trying to get his jeans off in some way faster than humanly possible.

After falling flat on my ass, just once, I managed to extricate myself from the offending garment and kneel on my bed behind Ellie. She was totally naked, perched on all fours with her tight bubble butt aimed back at me. She had one hand on her own crotch, rubbing furiously at her clit to maintain the high of her most recent orgasm.

I paused for just a moment to admire the view and wiped the back of my hand across my mouth, pulling off at least some of the girlcum smeared across my lower jaw. And then I settled myself into place.

With a soft grip on her hips, I slowly nudged my way inside of her. And then, just the way I knew she liked it, I pushed with steady pressure as I got deeper and deeper until I was buried to the hilt.

Ellie crooned, "Oh, fuuuuuuck..."

Just as slowly, I pulled back until just the crown was still embedded in her folds. And then again I pressed my way back in.

"Oooh, I love that, you fucking stud. Oh! Slowly, slowly. Let me feel every ridge and vein as your cock thrusts inside my tight pussy. Oooh, yes..."

Ellie had always been a vocal lover. And hearing her urging me on always set my blood boiling. It was a constant internal war to give her the slow buildup she craved when all I wanted to do was pound her senseless. In this instance, it was a torture to pace myself knowing that we also had a time limit on our activities.

But hey, when you've only got one source of pussy and you want to get more, you do as the girl likes.

Gradually, I was able to pick up the pace until I was pumping in and out of her in good rhythm. Hearing the wet squish of her vaginal folds dragging against my penetrating shaft was almost as much fun as the dry slapping sound of my hips impacting against her butt cheeks.

But by far, my favorite part about having sex with Ellie was her filthy mouth. The longer we went, the dirtier she got. "Pound me, baby! Pound me! Drill that wet cunt and fill me with your spooge! Oh, gawd yes! Smack that ass! Don't you love my tight ass? Don't you love hearing that slap against my ass when you fuck me? Fuck me! Fuck me! Ream me out baby! FUUUUUCK!!!"

That last bit was the sound of Ellie cumming, her hips vibrating in my grasp while she tried to cram more of my meat inside of her. And her cry of ecstasy was all I needed to let myself go. After two seconds of rapid-fire thrusting, I slammed myself in as deep as I could go and let fly with my load.

Her hips bucked at me, adding to the pleasure as I rode her like a rodeo cowboy, my cock spitting wads of semen deep into the recesses of her pussy. I shuddered in relief as my back surrendered all its tension as each shot came out of me. And in the end, I simply fell against her back, our two bodies collapsing to the bed in a sprawled heap of sweaty limbs and leaking fluids.

Three seconds later, there came a knock at my bedroom door. Automatically I checked the clock. It was only 1:57. Dammit they were early!

"David? Is it safe to come in?"

They knew damn well it wasn't safe to come in. The knock came so soon after the completion of our lovemaking that they must have heard our orgasmic cries. "Uh, well, not exactly," I answered in a loud voice.

"Well make sure you're both at least covered up. Cherys wants to say 'hi' to her sister."

"Fine, fine," I sighed, looking at Ellie. For her part, the pretty brunette just rolled her eyes and we managed to pull a blanket over our naked bodies.

A moment later, the door swung open, and then my sister Danielle and her girlfriend Cherys waltzed through the doorway. Danielle smirked at our compromising position while Cherys simply gaped at the sight.

Clearly, both the invading ladies knew that Ellie and I were a dating couple. But this was the first time they were really seeing it with their own eyes. They'd only come home from college once since Ellie and I hooked up, back during Thanksgiving. But Ellie and I weren't yet "together" at that time.

Cherys looked down at her little sister with something of a wide-eyed wonder at the happily fucked expression on her face. Danielle looked down at her little brother (me) with a small measure of pride. Danielle flippantly commented, "I guess being damn good at sex runs in the family... both families."

"You're early," I accused Danielle.

"Hey, there was less traffic than we expected. You didn't think 2 o'clock meant exactly 2 o'clock did you?"

I waggled my head in annoyance, then leaned back against my elbows. The blanket slipped down my torso, baring my naked chest. Not that I really minded.

Ellie, on the other hand, was fully aware of her own nakedness and not totally at ease with it in front of a family member. "Look, you got your eyeful and your confirmation. Are you done making us uncomfortable yet?"

Cherys didn't respond to the question, instead asking, "Was it really good?" There was more than a hint of curiosity in her inquiry.

"What? You looking to play both sides of the fence?" Ellie's grin was wicked.

"No, no." Cherys looked mildly embarrassed and tore her eyes away from us. She started heading out the door.

Danielle turned to me, "We'll cover for mom and dad. They're already home. I don't THINK they heard anything. But you two had better get downstairs fast."

Together, Danielle and Cherys left the room.

I raised an eyebrow and turned to face my girlfriend. Ellie held my face in her hands and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. I smiled happily. And then we were racing to put our clothes back on.

***

Once we got downstairs, my parents made pleasant chit-chat with the girlfriends of their children. You'd think some adults might get weirded out by the whole situation, but my parents were pretty cool and took the whole thing in stride.

It was the start of Christmas break. We'd known Danielle and Cherys were driving back from college to spend two weeks at home. Ellie had come over to our house, ostensibly to pick up her big sister. I don't think anyone didn't know Ellie had arrived a little early to get in a quickie with me.

But after the brief greetings, Cherys and Ellie left to go be with their own family. I knew they'd be back on Monday as soon as all the parental units went off to work. After they left, I retreated back upstairs to my video games while Danielle had to sit down and endure the typical inquisition regarding her first quarter at school.

About an hour later, there came a knock at my bedroom door. It was a strong rapping sound to make sure it could be heard above the sound of my stereo.

"Yeah?"

The door pushed in slightly and Danielle came in. She just smiled and went to sit on my bed while I swiveled around in my desk chair. "Heya, squirt."

I rolled my eyes in mild annoyance. I really had to come up with some similarly childish nickname for her, just so I had the ammunition. "Welcome back. Hope mom and dad didn't grill you too hard."

"It was nothing. I'm used to it. They asked me about drugs and alcohol more than anything else."

"Have you?"

"Tried a little weed. Wasn't my thing. And you already know about the alcohol. Speaking of which, you got any beers stashed up here?"

"Oh, right." I leaned down underneath my bed to the mini-fridge I had parked there. My parents knew about it and I didn't go out of my way to hide it. My dad checked it every now and again and as long as there wasn't enough to throw a party or anything, they let it slide. I fished out a cold can and handed it to Danielle. I got one for myself and then settled back into my chair.

She popped the top and took a long swig. "Aaah," she sighed happily. "It's good to be home."

I looked around my situation for just a moment. Most guys I knew wouldn't be caught dead spending any personal time with their sisters. Me? I was sitting here, just chilling out to music and sharing a couple of beers with my big sis.

It was pretty cool.

***

When Monday rolled around, Cherys and Ellie arrived about five minutes after my parents left. I was the one who answered the door, and I was absolutely floored when I opened it to find two such beautiful creatures standing on our porch.

They were gorgeous. Black hair, straight and silky smooth held back by innocent white headbands. High cheekbones and luminous eyes, both shifting towards green in this light. Light skin so soft and unblemished. I caught myself staring back and forth between the goddess I'd lusted after since I first grew hair on my balls, and the cute younger sister who was my current girlfriend.

And they were wearing matching outfits. My jaw was still on the floor when they cruised by me and into the house. Once the winter coats came off, I saw that they both had tight baby-T polo shirts in pastel blue. The thin fabric hugged every curve and proudly showed off their nice tits. Cherys' were bigger, but Ellie's were no small handful. And both had the shortest white miniskirts you'd ever seen, so that if they bent over in the slightest you just knew you'd find out the color of their panties. White socks and white sneakers completed the youthful ensembles.

Oh, hell. I'd FINALLY gotten to the point where I looked at Ellie just as Ellie, without any fantasy visions of Cherys melding over Ellie's features. And NOW they show up in matching outfits. Just a few seconds of looking them over and I was already sporting wood.

"Hi David!" Cherys said brightly and surprisingly, she stepped right up to me and gave me a firm hug. I went rigid in her grasp and I'm certain she felt my erection pressing at her belly. "You ready to be naughty?" Her voice was a musical lilt that did nothing to quell my arousal.

"Hey! Where's my hug?" Danielle whined from down the hall. And then I lost control of my jaw once again. My sister was clad in her own matching pastel blue and white outfit, the length of her legs even outdoing Ellie's in the short white miniskirt.

I looked back and forth (and forth) between the three of them, starting and stopping so fast I threatened to give myself some form of whiplash. Cherys went over to greet her girlfriend and at last I was looking only at Ellie with a raging hunger in my eyes.

Somehow, seeing them dressed like this took the natural lust I had for my girlfriend Ellie, added my longing for Cherys, and even piled on a submerged forbidden desire for Danielle. I simply couldn't stand it any longer. Very quickly, I stepped forward and seized Ellie's hand, pulling her up the stairs in a big hurry.

Cherys laughed and called out, "I told you it would work!" And then I heard my sister join in the giggling as I pulled Ellie into my bedroom and didn't even bother to shut the door.

My girlfriend had a mirthful expression on her face as I attacked her, pinning her flat on her back across my bed while I set to stripping off her clothing. The shirt went first, taking the headband with it and followed by the bra. The sight of Ellie's perky tits bobbing in the air only fueled my lust even further, and my hands caressed the smoothness of her thighs before slipping beneath the miniskirt and yanking down her panties.

These weren't any full-size, asscheek-covering bloomers. It was a delicate thong, in the same blue color as her top, that I pulled down along her legs, over her shoes, and dropped to the floor. I briefly wondered if Cherys and Danielle also had matching blue panties. And then I couldn't wait any longer.

I didn't bother with the sneakers. And I simply pushed up on the miniskirt until it more resembled a white belt of cloth around her waist, leaving Ellie's trimmed pussy exposed to my view. I had to taste it. The smell of her arousal was intoxicating and in my sexlusted state it was impossible to resist.

When my tongue took a long swipe from the crinkled rosebud of her anus and upwards to where her clit was peeking out from its hood, Ellie's legs suddenly clamped around me as she screamed in pleasure.

For a moment, the rubber heels of her sneakers dug into my back and snagged on my shirt, but then I was pressing forwards with my head as I burrowed down with my mouth against Ellie's pussy lips. And when Ellie shrieked again, I heard an answering scream echo around me.

I knew the voice. I'd heard it many times. Cherys was in the throes of ecstasy just a few feet away from me. In all likelihood, my sister was eating out Cherys while I was eating out her sister. The parallel sent an even greater thrill down my spine. And with both bedroom doors apparently open, all sounds were loud and clear.

It soon became a competition. Our parents were at work for the day and so were most of our neighbors. We could be as loud as we wanted to be. And I had to make Ellie scream even louder than Danielle could do to Cherys. For the most part, I succeeded.

I'd learned quite a bit from Monica. It's amazing how inventive you can become when you're not allowed intercourse. In retrospect, if I'd been permitted to fuck Monica and find my own satisfaction, I would never have learned the patience to really take my time and properly eat out my woman. I'd have just been more interested in getting my own rocks off as quickly as possible.

But in the end, perhaps it's impossible for a man to truly be better at eating pussy than a woman. They just more intimately understand the erogenous zones and that increased pressure isn't necessarily better. I was pretty good for an eighteen-year-old boy, but I wasn't that great... yet.

In any case, I brought Ellie to three screaming climaxes, her vocabulary getting filthier the longer I stayed in her crotch. And she had the louder set of pipes, so I won the decibel competition. Danielle got Cherys to four (yes, I counted). And since most prior eavesdropping on their lovemaking had been at night when our parents were home, I finally got to hear, with perfect clarity, that Cherys pretty much had just as filthy a mouth as her little sister.

But by now, my cock was throbbing in pain. To be surrounded by so much ecstasy and not get any relief was really pissing the hard bugger off. There was no resistance from my girlfriend as I elevated myself up from my spot on the floor. My knees were killing me.

She just kept her crotch at the edge of my bed, pulled at her own thighs to spread her sneaker-clad legs wide for me, and actually growled as I dropped my shorts and leaned forward to sink my cock into her juicing snatch.

"That's it. Come fuck me, baby," Ellie urged through gritted teeth. And then I realized all my patience was used up. This time, I didn't slowly burrow down with steady pressure. I just gripped it and ripped it. My hands clamped onto Ellie's hips and with a single, powerful lunge, I split her open.

Ellie howled in mixed pain and surprise as I battered my way through her tight constriction, but she didn't complain as I started machine fucking her as fast as I could go. The lust had taken over control of my brain, and all I could do was pump and thrust with every ounce of energy I had.

She was soaking wet and so despite the snug fit, I was able to move in and out of her without significant restriction. The friction was incredible, and as my toes dug into the floor to give me additional traction, Ellie was just trying to hang on for the ride.

Her head tossed left and right as she shrieked almost continuously. Her voice spiked in pitch and volume with each thrust, a litany of "AAAuuuh... AAAuuuh... AAAH!"

Only adding to the sound was the lovemaking next door. Moans of "Ohhh" and "Mmmm" were floating in. From past experience, I separated the two voices of both Cherys and Danielle announcing their pleasure to one another, and maybe even to us.

"Oh, lick me, Cherys!"

"Shove that fucking hand up my cunt, Dani!"

"Ohhh, David! Drill me! Fuck me! Ream me!"

I didn't add anything coherent. Words weren't my style but there was plenty of deep male grunting in the middle of those cries of ecstasy.

I couldn't last long. There was just no way. And so a few minutes after I'd begun thrusting away into Ellie's pussy, I was growling in delight as I slammed into her and began pumping out gallons of cum into Ellie's receptive chasm.

Ellie screamed "Fill me! Fill me with your cum! More! More! I want more! I want to feel my cunt overflowing with your milk and honey!"

I did my best to comply. And even when I was done shooting, Ellie's internal muscles were still tugging at me while her hips undulated beneath our bodies. For the first few seconds, my cock was way too sensitive and I started to pull out. But Ellie's legs locked behind me, her sneakers once again digging into my shirt to hold me inside of her.

I wriggled for a few moments but then the sensitivity began to fade and my half- hard erection was starting to enjoy the feelings once again. The pleasure was coming back. Add to that how Danielle and Cherys were still going at it through the wall, and I was starting to feel up for round 2. Thank god for teenage recovery.

"Turn over, sweetie," I told Ellie. I pulled out and she rotated around until she was perched on my bed, her ass in the air with her head resting on her folded arms, her back angling down away from me. There was plenty of room for me to settle onto my knees behind her, and with a happy moan from Ellie's end, I slid my cock back home.

We were just getting into rhythm when a fresh conversation came through the wall.

"Ooh, you brought Fred, Cherys?" Fred was Cherys' dildo. I'd heard the name often enough. Only it seemed that my sister and Ellie's sister were speaking a little more loudly than usual. I imagine they were getting off on the knowledge that we could hear them.

"Uh, huh. And Fred's gonna split you open!"

"Unghh! You little bitch! I wasn't ready for that!" Danielle squealed.

"But doesn't he feel so good?"

"Unghh! Fuck yeah..."

"OHH! Damn you Dani! I wasn't expecting that!" Cherys cried loudly.

"You want me to stop?"

"No, sweetie. Fuck my ass with your finger! Fuck it!"

The vision that crept into my head sent a powerful jolt through my dick, a spasm that Ellie clearly felt. "You like that idea, don't you?" she asked me quietly.

The extra juice in my next thrust answered for me.

"Oh! David!" Ellie called out, loud enough for the others to hear. "Stick your thumb in my ass! Stretch me open! C'mon, get me ready baby. Don't you wanna fuck my ass? Don't you want to put your big, thick cock down into my shithole?"

My eyes went wild as I really began fucking Ellie. We'd never had anal sex before. And I wasn't sure if she was just talking so that her sister could hear or if she really wanted me to fuck her ass. But I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

I paused from my pumping just long enough to dip both thumbs inside of Ellie's juicing snatch. For a moment, she squirmed against the extra stretching of my thumbs along with my shaft inside of her. But then once I got them good and wet I pulled out and placed my thumbs at her crinkled rosebud.

I stopped my thrusting and Ellie went still, my cock still embedded in her pussy. And with gentle pressure and Ellie panting as she tried to relax, I managed to pop my right thumb inside of her.

The left thumb came soon after, and then I was tugging gently to the sides while I slowly pistoned my dick in and out of her soaked pussy.

"Ohhhh.... Ohhhh..." Ellie was whimpering. At first, her anus had clamped down around both thumbs tighter than anything. But the longer I kept screwing her pussy, the more she was able to relax her sphincter. And after a few minutes, her hole seemed to gape open just a bit on its own.




The Book of David Ch. 02



It was time. My dick couldn't get any harder.

I pulled out, still with a healthy coating of female nectar on my shaft. I dipped my hands to her sopping wetness and spread even more of the natural lubricant around her asshole. I was going to have to acquire some Astroglide after this. And then I'd placed the head of my cock at Ellie's anus.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod," Ellie gasped. And then she felt the pressure as I leaned in with my hips.

"Push it in, baby!" Ellie cried. "Put it in my ass! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!"

And then I pushed. Like everything else, I knew Ellie wouldn't want me to just slam my cock into her. Not on the first try, at least if I ever wanted to have a second try. So with some constant pressure and long exhalations from my girlfriend's end, the mushroom head finally popped through.

"FUCK! I didn't know it could feel so BIG!"

I stayed there and let Ellie get used to the feeling. And after I saw the knots in her shoulders begin to relax I pushed another inch in. And then another. Slowly and methodically, I got my entire rod embedded deep into Ellie's bowels. I'd heard guys brag about what it was like to tap a cheerleader's ass.

It was everything promised and more.

It was so tight, so hot, I was on the verge of ejaculating right then. But fortunately, the slow descent had given me a breather and I managed to hold back. I wanted to enjoy this a little more.

"FUCKING FUCK MY ASSHOLE!!!" Ellie yelled. Then she just planted her face into the mattress and reached one hand between her legs to frig at her own clit while I backed my shaft out three or four inches before pushing it back home. I did this a few times, soaking in the feelings, and listened to Ellie panting, "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

It was then that I realized I wasn't hearing noises through the wall anymore. And on instinct, I turned my head left and right trying to strain my hearing in a different direction.

That's when I saw them.

Well, I'd like to say that I saw Danielle and Cherys standing by the doorway, watching us. While it was technically true, what my eyes focused in on were Cherys' PERFECT tits. That's the "them" that I saw.

So big. So round. The perky nipples were dark and smaller than I'd imagined, which made the globes appear even larger. And then my vision expanded outwards until I saw that she was standing not three feet away from me, fully nude. Her legs were just as toned and lithe as I'd thought they'd be. And to my utter delight, I saw that she was shaven completely bare. It was the first time I'd ever seen my goddess completely naked.

And then I realized Danielle was standing right next to her, completely nude as well. Likewise, it was my first time seeing my sister naked, and I couldn't help but notice she was shaved as well. Her naked tits were about the same size as Ellie's, large enough to be a pleasant handful. And her toned musculature instantly made me wonder just how athletic she was in bed.

All of this stimulation was simply just too much for me. I was embedded in my girlfriend's asshole for the first time. And I was staring at two forbidden, naked beauties: one the woman of my dreams and the other my illicit sister. There was no way I could hold back.

My steady pumping motion became a roar of power pistoning as I gripped Ellie's hips and just started pounding her with everything I had. Ellie shrieked a metronomic "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

With her face still half-mashed into the mattress in the wrong direction, she had no idea the others were in the room. But her twiddling hand and my cock filling her ass sent her into climax, and on that last "FUCK" she quivered and came.

Her ass muscles clamped down onto me, and that was all the restraint I had left. I pushed myself balls deep one final time, and ejected every ounce of fluid I had in my body.

My back was tensed, my butt was clenching, and I was spewing a torrent of cum down into Ellie's nether regions. My head was thrown back and I screamed at the power of my most intense orgasm ever, and still my dick was spitting out wads of semen.

An hour passed. No, not really. But it was a fucking long time. And then I was finally done. My legs were about to buckle, and slowly I pulled out of Ellie's abused ass as I sat down on the bed, still in a kneeling position behind her.

Ellie panted, her entire body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Her dilated anus stayed obscenely wide open, and as she lowered her torso down towards the bed I saw a trickle of white cream bubbling out of her.

Cherys' eyes were entirely on her sister. Quietly she stepped up and touched a hand to Ellie's shoulder. "I can't believe you did that."

Ellie went rigid instantly, too much in shock and disbelief to move. And ever so slowly, she turned her face to the other side and her eyes widened as she realized her big sister was right there.

Cherys was all soothing angel, rubbing Ellie's cheek. "That was incredible." Cherys' eyes glittered in awe.

Ellie let a satisfied smile spread across her face. "It felt incredible. But I don't know if I'll be able to sit down for a week."

"C'mon, little sis. Let me clean you up."

I stayed right in my position as Cherys helped Ellie slowly dismount my bed. She pinched her butt cheeks together and used one hand to try and stem the flow from exiting down her legs, with only partial success.

Ellie did stop and lean to me. "We will DEFINITELY do that again sometime." And then she planted a sloppy kiss on my lips. In that moment, my mind was a jumble of disbelief at what we had done, shock that our siblings were present, and warm love for the young woman who had shared such a vulnerable part of herself with me. Ellie shared a significant look with me, giving me a little smile. Then gingerly, Ellie stumbled out, helped along by her big sister as they headed for the bathroom.

Danielle darted in first and came back with a wet washcloth just as the shower started running. Without caution she reached down and started cleaning me off with the washcloth, her hand moving back and forth in a wraparound scrubbing motion. The sudden feeling caught me off guard and my back went stiff.

Her hand never actually came into contact with my skin; it was on the other side of the washcloth. But only when my body tensed up did Danielle seem to realize she was touching me in a very intimate manner.

"Oh! Ohmigod. Well, uh," she dropped the washcloth into my lap. "I guess you can do that yourself." And only now did she realize her nakedness. In sudden embarrassment, she tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her hands.

I suddenly felt bad, like I'd caused her this mini-pain. "No! No! You just surprised me. I... I didn't mind you cleaning me. Felt kinda nice, actually."

But the damage was done. "Yeah, well. Anyways, I'll... just go back to my room." And with that she fled.

I watched my sister's tight ass as she half-ran away. And then I looked down at my crotch to resume cleaning up a bit. The damn thing was already hard again.

Well, I would have a lot of pleasant memories and visuals to keep me company on any lonely nights.

***

The next two weeks of winter vacation passed in a somewhat similar manner. Cherys and Danielle would occasionally venture out to visit with old friends. Ellie and I would hang out with our own high school friends as well. But other than that, much of the daytime was spent at home in varying stages of arousal.

The sibling relationships also changed during those couple of weeks. Cherys and Ellie had always been friendly enough with each other. But Cherys' sexual orientation had always kept her slightly aloof from her family, who accepted it only with some reluctance. But ever since that day she and Danielle came in on me and Ellie, the sisters had formed a more comfortable bond. 

Maybe something happened in that shower that I don't know about. In the end, I never found out. Unfortunately, while I had a happy boyfriend-girlfriend gig with Ellie, we were nowhere near as tight as Danielle's and Cherys' committed relationship so it didn't seem appropriate to ask. Perhaps Danielle had found out.

But speaking of Danielle, her relationship with me actually backtracked a little bit. During those two weeks, while we were as friendly as ever, I sensed a little wall being raised between us.

Ellie and I still had sex while the opportunities were afforded us. She didn't even mind doing it in the common areas of our house, showing off her exhibitionist streak by having me fuck her over the dining room table or in the living room. And when Cherys or Danielle would stumble upon us, Ellie would just smile and go right on fucking me. We were both comfortable with it.

Cherys wanted to stay and watch. She seemed more curious than anything else about hetero sex. Later on, she confessed she'd been a little fearful of being physically dominated by a man. She mentioned something about how every male wants to convert a lesbian, even if by force or some such psychobabble. But seeing Ellie and me made sex seem so much more a bond of trust, with Ellie willingly putting herself at my mercy for our mutual pleasure.

But Danielle would get awkward in these moments, hurrying herself away. Even when she was together with Cherys, she would leave her girlfriend behind and find somewhere else to be. I could only guess she felt some kind of shame seeing me, her little brother, in a sexual position. It was just... wrong... right?

But then the vacation passed, and the 19-year-olds went back to college. And I unfortunately had no further opportunities to see Cherys naked.

***

SECOND SEMESTER, SENIOR YEAR (January 1998)

The second semester of our Senior year started off the same as our first semester, with one important exception: our grades didn't really matter anymore.

College applications were done. As long as our second semester grades didn't totally tank, we were fine. In addition, there was also a strong sense of finality hanging over us. These were the last few months of high school. For some, these years were the best years of our lives. And for many friends in our social circle, it would be the last time we ever really saw each other.

Some of us would be attending the big in-state University. Ellie and I both planned to join our siblings in there, assuming we got in, but others were moving away.

Monica was likely to go to some fancy private school. She had the grades and the ambition. We'd always known the relationship between her and me couldn't last forever. That knowledge had helped a lot in making our breakup a smooth one. It was still hard to look at her without remembering her fantastic body, but I knew we would be able to part as friends when the time came.

As luck would have it, Nate was also applying to some schools in the same geographical areas. There were national schools that liked his arm and he had some serious recruiting for football. Still, his best offers were likely to come from our home state, so he'd probably stay nearby like the rest of us, but he had some dreams about remaining close to Monica.

Then there were the good, but not-so-studious, friends who were either going to community colleges or just finding jobs. Maybe they'd end up staying in our hometown. All in all, the future separation loomed over us, and we seemed to be most interested in enjoying what time we had together.

And so, my second semester began by hanging out, blowing off homework, and generally concentrating entirely on friends and not at all on schoolwork. That sort of prioritizing wasn't a big deal to me, but it seemed to be something of a big deal to my Chemistry lab partner.

Elizabeth was your prototypical nerd-girl. Just a Junior, she'd nevertheless placed into the Senior Chemistry course and by luck of the draw was stuck with me in lab.

At first, some of my guy friends ribbed me about having to spend so much time with the chubby, glasses-wearing overachiever with frizzy hair and bad acne. She wasn't like fugly or anything, but let me put it this way: we eighteen-year-old boys pretty much wanted to screw everything with a pair of tits. And yet none of us wanted to bang Elizabeth.

Not helping in her social meandering was her uncanny ability to spout technobabble with ease, even if it was in the middle of an otherwise normal conversation. One moment I'd be distracted by a pretty blonde at the next lab station. The next Elizabeth would be saying, "If you want to saunter over and engage in meaningless banter with the express intention of determining a successful vector within her undergarments and thus achieve bodily fluid exchange, please get on with it so I can finish this assignment." Her verbiage was even more hilarious given the slight lisp from her braces that hampered easy comprehension of her speech.

So instead the boys made rude remarks to me about her, occasionally when Elizabeth was within hearing range. I kind of felt bad for her and did my best to deflect their comments. Unfortunately, to add insult to injury to her, for about two weeks I was almost useless as a partner in the Chem lab.

Elizabeth did almost all the work herself for those first two weeks. And then the nobler part of me started to feel REALLY bad. It was one thing to slack off my academics when it only affected me. It was quite another to fall short with another human being.

So surprise, surprise, when Monday came I immediately started analyzing the lab instructions and began measuring out amounts of various chemicals.

"David, what are you doing?" Elizabeth asked.

"My job, right?"

"You're actually gonna help?"

"Sure. As much as I'd like to take it easy for these last few months. I feel bad about not pulling my weight around a partner."

"But, why do you care? It doesn't matter what grade you get."

"Well... as lab partners we get the same grade for our combined work. And if I don't help you might not get the grade YOU really deserve."

I perched my lab goggles up onto my head and looked her in the eye. "Tell you what, Elizabeth, you promise to tell me when I'm not doing my job in this lab and I won't take it personally. But I know from extensive personal experience that this lazy teenager needs a kick in the pants every now and again to remind him what he's supposed to be doing. Don't let me go slacking off for two weeks straight ever again. Deal?" I extended my hand out in preparation for a proper handshake.

Elizabeth looked at me like I'd sprouted horns. I suppose she wasn't used to football jocks showing an interest in helping a lowly Junior nerd get a decent grade.

She stared at my offered hand in disbelief. But after a few seconds of processing, she finally shook it. "I guess... I'm not going to try to talk you out of it. You got a deal."

"Niiice. Now where were we-?" I'd spun back to our chemistry experiment with a careless twirl around my lab stool. And in the process, I managed to knock over one of the graduated cylinders filled with some concoction I couldn't pronounce. We were supposed to be wearing gloves. In my haste to prove my worth, I'd neglected this basic safety feature.

And then my skin started smoking.

"AAAH!" I yelled in a gruff, but panicked voice. Automatically, I pulled my hand up and away from whatever was causing the burning sensation while Elizabeth shrieked and backed away from the fluid spilling all across our lab station.

Another safety procedure was to keep the lab glasses down and in front of one's eyes at all times. Mine were still on my head. So when I pulled my hand up, something splashed into my face and now my EYES felt like they were burning.

"AAAH!" came the next yell, followed by the muffled thump of my stupid ass falling onto the floor. I lay there yelling for a good couple of seconds. And then some sort of cool solution was being poured over my face.

"Open your eyes!" came the sharp order.

"WHAT?" I yelled.

"Open your eyes!!!"

I cracked the lids open, just a millimeter, and almost instantly the pain was gone. I started blinking rapidly and then soon I felt the cool liquid on my hand. A few seconds later, it was all over.

Fortunately for me, Elizabeth processed danger more quickly than she processed the strange behavior of Senior jocks. By all accounts, she'd moved to my rescue almost instantly, with calm confidence in what she was doing. Even now, she was kneeling on the floor next to me, holding a soft towel and delicately dabbing at the salty-tasting fluid from my face.

I looked up to see her smiling at me, a genuine smile of relief. I looked further around to see quite a few familiar Senior faces, including some of the hardest- core bad boy jocks. Man, I was never going to live this one down.

***

The jokes were on me for a solid week. Getting rescued by a nerd-girl was too easy for my friends to pass up. If any good came from it, I now had a justifiable reason to my friends for why I defended Elizabeth despite her less than stellar appearance. And they quickly learned not to pick on her or make any bad remarks ever again.

There were even a couple of times I ran into her in the hallways and I'd walk with her towards her next class whenever it was in the same direction as mine. These encounters were a bit like pulling teeth. First she kept her binder pressed over her chest with her arms folded and she said little.

But after a few weeks of trying to crack through her shell, she was honestly able to hold a conversation for the three minutes or whatever we had.

She even picked up a nickname because of me. One day, while trying to get her attention so she'd wait for me to catch up to her, I yelled "Hey E-Beth!" Accidentally, I'd shorted the name to make a better yell. She and three other people turned around, trying to figure out who the hell was E-Beth.

The name stuck. I liked the way it sounded and used it constantly. For some reason, having a popular Senior jock use the nickname made it a requirement for everyone else. Luckily for both of us, Elizabeth seemed to like it.

I knew it was permanent when our Chemistry teacher called her "E-Beth".

But really, other than her, I didn't develop any new friendships. I was too busy coming to terms with all my old ones. We had very little time left.

One thing I couldn't get used to was the idea of being separated from Nate. I mean, he'd been my best friend since kindergarten. But it was looking more and more likely he'd be attending school somewhere else.

Some of his acceptance letters had come thru, along with several good football scholarship offers. More to the point, Monica had gotten into Stanford, and one of Nate's scholarship offers was to Cal Berkeley, only 30 minutes away.

And so Nate and I found ourselves parked on the bridge over the river, our usual spot. Showing off his star quarterback arm, he sent an empty beer can fifty yards downstream. "What should I do, man?"

"You want to be with her?" I queried.

"Of course."

I frowned and asked more carefully, "'Of course' it'd be nice? Or 'of course' I'd move Heaven and Earth to stay close to her?"

"I'm not sure." He popped the top on his next beer. "Right now 'Heaven and Earth' sounds about right, but I don't know how much of that is just teenaged crushing. Should I tie myself down already? There are plenty of fish in the sea, right?"

I smirked and chugged the last of my beer. "Hey dude. That was my line, remember?"

"Yeah." I looked down at his feet for a moment.

"You remember what you said to me then?"

"Yeah. That Monica is more than just another fish."

"Damn straight she is," I looked intently at my best friend. "Now I KNOW I didn't deserve her. I haven't decided yet whether you do, either."

"Easy for you to say. You and Ellie are both going to Uni. You've got all the time in the world to figure it out. Me? I gotta send out Letters of Intent in less than a month!" Nate sighed and started kicking the bridge post absent-mindedly.




The Book of David Ch. 02



"Where else are you thinking?"

"Coupla Big 12 schools. And that's the fucking thing. You subtract Monica from the equation, and I'm taking the Texas scholarship, no question. Put her in... and I'm not sure anymore."

"Do you love her?"

"I... I think so."

"She love you?"

"Fuck if I know. I mean, I think-"

"Look, man," I interrupted. "We're eighteen. Thinking is not our strong suit. How does she feel about you?"

"I'm not sure."

"Then what the fuck are you doing here with me? Drop me off at home. Drive over to her place and find out! The last thing you want to do is choose Berkeley without talking to her and THEN find out she wants to see other people."

He was already circling around to the driver's seat of his car. I tossed my half-full can over the railing and went to the passenger door. Someday we'd learn about recycling and environmental impact. Back then we were still dumb teenagers.

Three days later, Monica mailed her Letter of Intent to Stanford and Nate mailed his to Berkeley. They were going to give being together a shot.

***

SECOND SEMESTER, SENIOR YEAR (April 1998)

In late April, Nate and I pooled together our money and rented a stretch limo. Everything was arranged and we arrived at Ellie's house on time, dressed in our tuxedoed best.

As expected, Monica and Ellie were nowhere near ready to go. Ellie's mother left us in the living room and went upstairs to check on the girls.

Nate sat down on the couch next to me, visibly sweating. He kept wiping his hands on his handkerchief while his right knee bounced uncontrollably.

"Bit nervous?" I teased.

"You think?"

"What the hell for? It's just Prom."

"Yeah, well, it's a little more than that for me."

I looked at him a little funny. My cool, calm under fire quarterback was really, really on edge. "What are you talking about?"

"Dude, of all people, you should know. Tonight's PROM NIGHT."

"Yeah, so? Tonight, just treat the girl like a princess. Otherwise it's the same as being in school. It's not like you're going with a stranger. Relax."

"No, you're not listening. It's MONICA'S Prom night."

"Okay, okay. Monica's Prom night. Monica's... Holy SHIT." I turned in sudden realization.

"You mean this whole time, you and her? You haven't... uh..."

"No, we haven't. She's been wanting to save herself until her Prom night."

"But... but, you two already... last semester... in my car!"

"Yeah, well, that one she didn't want to count. I mean, obviously, it counted. But unfortunately, that night had more to do with YOU than it did with me. She's wanted to take things slowly and I didn't want to pressure her."

"Good lord, you really ARE in love with her. Mr. Stud Quarterback keeping his dick in his pants."

Nate nodded and whistled. He was absently swinging his arms back and forth, burning off his nervous energy. "She's worth it. And to be honest, my dick hasn't totally stayed in my pants. It's just stayed out of hers or any other girl's. We've got our ways..."

"Hey, no need to explain. I got it. And I take it back."

"Take what back?"

"You do deserve her. Fuck man, you committed to college without having a sexual relationship with her."

"Now you see why I'm nervous?"

"Yeah. I get it. I get it. I would have been too, if I'd been in your place."

"Guess it's a good thing you're NOT in my place," Nate told me. "Otherwise, I would never have gotten a chance with the girl of my dreams. Did I ever tell you how much I resented you for meeting her first? How we had to stick to The Code? When you two stayed together for ALL of High School I thought I'd never get my shot."

"Everything happens for a reason, including this. Now stop being nervous. You'll be fine."

I was right: Nate shouldn't have worried. In addition to the limo, we'd both booked hotel rooms for the night. Monica finally had her Prom night, and a good one at that. Ellie confided in me the next day that Monica was positively glowing when morning came. I couldn't even feel jealous, I was just proud of my boy.

Ellie and I had a pretty good time ourselves. But I did find myself thinking about the bond that had formed between Monica and Nate. I promised myself I would find out if Ellie and I could share something just as powerful.

***

SUMMER BREAK, PRE-COLLEGE (June 1998)

High School Graduation had been rather anti-climactic. It was an overlong, stuffy affair. That and I was slightly hungover. And then we were into our final summer before college.

Most of our parents, perhaps finally letting go of their little children, pretty much lifted any curfew restrictions and we did our best to turn things into a 3-month- long party. And to top things off, Danielle and Cherys were home for the summer. I had high hopes for a crazy three months filled with booze, partying, and sex.

Fortunately or unfortunately, life intervenes. Don't get me wrong, there were a lot of parties and plenty of booze. And with my parents out of the house during the workday, Ellie and I found an abundance of opportunities for sex.

But Danielle and Cherys both got summer internships. So they were out almost every weekday and there weren't any more wild-sexual-through-the-wall competitions like the Winter Break had been. I admit I'd been hoping to voyeuristically peek in on Danielle and Cherys doing their thing, but alas it was not to be.

In retrospect, this was a good thing. I'd finally gotten Cherys out of my system and I was appreciating Ellie for the beautiful person and sexual dynamo she was on her own. Having a half-naked Cherys around to tempt me could only have been a negative for my budding relationship with her sister.

Monica and Nate spent an inordinate amount of time alone together. They joined the graduating social clique often enough, but their relationship was accelerating rapidly and everyone could see how close they were becoming. And the fact was, I didn't party quite so hard without my wingman.

So with my major distractions gone, by default I spent some serious quality time with Ellie, a result she was quite pleased with. It's not that I DIDN'T want to spend time with her. It's just that left to my own devices, the various distractions of friends, video games, and summer parties would have naturally occupied most of my time.

Instead, for much of the summer it was just me and her. And as much as I hate to admit it, we couldn't have sex non-stop for the eight or so hours we had the house to ourselves. And after the first month or so, despite the many pleasurable orgasms, we both got tired of being cooped up inside.

So we went out and killed time together. Malls were for hanging out with friends. Instead, the two of us went on walks. Our families lived in a relatively nice area, with landscaped parks and calm lakes. As a grown teenager, I'd usually avoided noticing how pretty our town was. But that summer, those places were ideal for intimate conversations.

Besides, I couldn't complain when these romantic excursions helped to put Ellie in 'the mood'.

We played mini-golf or raced go-karts, teasing and playfully trying to distract the other. It was strange and yet exciting to just be the two of us instead of descending on these mini-amusement parks with a pack of wild teenagers. We bowled. We went to museums. We did just about every time-killing thing you could do nearby. We got to know each other outside of the school, all things I never really did with Monica.

No more jock. No more cheerleader. Just David and Ellie.

And somewhere along the way, we started to fall in love.

Only one thing held me back. In the bottom of my heart, a piece of me still belonged to Monica. 

***

SUMMER BREAK, PRE-COLLEGE (August 1998)

The Last Weekend.

The Last Party.

It was a late August evening, and a good number of colleges were starting their orientations during the upcoming week. True, there would be more partying up until the late-starting colleges finally began and those last incoming freshman left home. But this was the final time for ALL of us to be together.

The Last High School Hurrah began around 2pm. The parents of one of the graduating Seniors had taken the very big risk of opening their home to this final celebration. They had a big backyard, a pool, and apparently very good insurance.

Everything started off great. We all came in our swimsuits, so Nate and I and the rest of the boys spent most of the afternoon ogling Monica, Ellie, and many other girls in teeny bikinis. There were even a few hot Junior girls in attendance. The barbeque was running most of the day and by ten o'clock at night, all the burgers and dogs were consumed and everyone was running purely on adrenaline and beer.

It was still warm outside despite the late hour. This was really good since there were still WAY too many people to fit in that house. And so it was that I and my closest friends were outside in the backyard when the police arrived to shut us down. Noise complaints or something.

Laughing the whole way, we hopped the fences and went straight to my car. In quick order, Nate, Monica, and Ellie were inside and despite my inebriated state, I managed to get us out of there without crashing into anything. I don't recommend drunken driving, but on that particular night, I hadn't been planning to drive anywhere for another four hours at least.

The question became: where to go? Monica quickly offered her place since her parents were out of town for the weekend. And off we went.

Ten minutes later, I parked crookedly in the driveway and the four of us tumbled inside. No one made it further than the living room, and I quickly had a drunk and giggly Ellie sitting in my lap.

Monica produced a bottle of tequila, and suddenly it was shots all around.

We quickly went from lightly buzzed and slightly revved up from all the police business, to flat out DRUNK. We were laughing at absolutely nothing and feeling no pain.

Our inhibitions also went right out the window. First, Ellie was straddling my legs while I sat on the sofa, facing me and doing her best to cram an extra inch of her tongue down my throat. Next, her top went flying off, quickly followed by her bra, and then my face was buried in her cleavage.

"Oh, fuck baby! Tongue my nipples. Squeeze them! Don't you just love feeling my titties?"

Less than a minute later, I heard a low grunt, "Gawd damn, Monica." A wet slurping sound soon followed. "That's it, suck my dick. You are the fucking BEST!" Nate growled.

A hurried mess of french kissing and further stripping continued, until all four of us were basically buck naked and moments away from actual sex right there in Monica's living room.

I couldn't help but glance across to the other couch and ogle Monica's dynamite naked body. Her petite frame just oozed sexual power and her too-big tits were so perkily enticing. I had no complaints about Ellie's taller, languid beauty. But variety is always nice and old memories of Monica were hard to forget.

I also noticed Nate glancing over Ellie. Once upon a time, they had also been dating. Such is the world of high school romance.

Just when Ellie was stroking my cock and getting ready to impale herself on me, Monica's husky tones cracked the silence. "Hey Ellie, let's switch..."

My body tensed up in utter and complete shock. Ellie turned around, a wicked grin on her face. Unlike me, she didn't seem completely surprised.

Monica continued as she looked straight at Ellie. "C'mon, I admitted a long time ago I was still curious about David. And now? Well, we're going our separate ways. This may be my last chance."

I could feel my cock throbbing. It had resigned itself to never being truly inside of the hot redhead. But that buried part of me that belonged to Monica was still there. And now with the possibility looming, it certainly was expressing its desires. Ellie felt it in her hands, and from the smile on her face, she wasn't completely against the idea. That only left one other person.

Nate's face was momentarily unreadable. And despite my dick's desires, I knew that if he wasn't totally cool with the concept, there was no way I could do it to him. I'd given up my rights over Monica a long time ago.

Monica seemed to sense this as well. She began nibbling at Nate's ear. "Come on Nate. This is just sex. No commitment. If I don't do this then I'll always wonder for the rest of our lives what it might have been like with David. And for YOU, this might be your last chance to ever sink your cock into a different pussy than mine."

With that, Nate turned his head and planted a passionately loving kiss on Monica's bee-stung lips. "Go have fun. And then come back to me."

She kissed him happily. "I promise."

And with that, the two girls swapped places.

Monica backed her way onto my lap, her bubble butt on top of my erection where she scooted around until my rod was trapped in the cleft between her cheeks. She took my arms and wrapped them around herself while I surrounded the petite redhead in a warm hug. My arms crisscrossed over her torso before I planted my palms over her swollen nipples.

She glanced up into my face and leaned in for a short peck. "Hiya."

"Hiya back." I kissed her again. Her taste was so familiar, and yet not. It was my first real experience with nostalgia, a powerful force. I felt a rush of my old feelings coming back to me. In a way, it was a good thing we were separating so soon. Otherwise, I might have had some serious emotional demons after this night.

Meanwhile, Ellie and Nate had wasted no time. Their relationship had never been more than physical attraction and playful teasing. Right now, she was undulating in his lap, Nate's hands on Ellie's tight asscheeks while she drove his pole deep inside her snatch.

"Fuck me Nate. Shove your thick man-meat into my cunt while my boyfriend watches. Fuck me! Fuck me!" Ellie chanted in drunken delirium.

I wanted Monica in a different way than what I saw before me. Before, we had spent so much time in this position, dry humping and cuddling. But as my cock throbbed, I was overcome with a desire to do this the way it was meant to be. Ellie and Nate were having sex. I wanted to *make love* with Monica, despite the drunken haze and my dick's urgency to get inside her.

I lifted Monica's light body off of me and gently lay her lengthwise across the sofa. I paused to make sure her head was comfortable, and then I slowly trailed my way down her body, leaving butterfly kisses along the way.

It was inevitable that I would linger around her breasts. They were just too big and enticing to avoid. But eventually, my featherlight touches made it down to her crotch. And then recalling my old manual on how to please Monica, I began to eat her out.

Ellie and Nate were having their sex. Even now, my girlfriend was bent over an armrest while Nate happily drilled her from behind, nothing wrong with that. Maybe that's all I should have expected from Monica.

But she was special to me. In a way, she would always be my first. I owed her so much. Still, I knew that no matter what happened tonight, she would not be my last. So tonight was all we had. And tonight, I wanted to show her how much she had meant to me.

I laved her pussy with every trick I knew. And I brought her to a screaming orgasm, just the way I knew she liked it. I would have given her a second one as well, but Monica's urgent tugs at my shoulders told her she didn't want to wait any longer.

I moved my body above hers until I was basically doing a pushup over the sofa cushions. Monica's supine body was stretched out before me, and she spread her legs wide in invitation.

I'd waited long enough. My hands went underneath her shoulders as I supported my weight on my elbows beside her. And with Monica's hand jerking me and then guiding me, my thick cock nudged into her folds. And then her hands went to my hips and she PULLED.

I thrust just once, all the way to the bottom. It was tight, but soon I was seated inside of Monica to the root. Only then could I breathe.

Monica's eyes glittered as she cupped one of my cheeks in her hand. And she whispered, "Finally..."

There was something special in that lovemaking session. It wasn't my first time, which had been more of a get-rid-of-my-virginity-frantic-sex kind of thing. It wasn't even my first time making love. Ellie had done both for me, taking my lust as well as sharing a piece of her heart.

As our hips moved back and forth with the springiness of the sofa cushions, I realized that this was a cathartic lovemaking. It was as if there was this thorn in my soul, where all the pain and internal guilt over cheating on Monica had festered inside of me. Making love this way with Monica relieved that, and now I knew with absolute certainty that we would be friends forever. No more guilt. No more regret. No more forgiveness required. We were at peace.

Sometime after she'd climaxed and I'd cum as well, Monica and I were still cuddled together, my now limp cock still embedded inside of her. After a few minutes, it was time to let go. Monica kissed me one last time, and then I rolled off of her.

Nate and Ellie were still panting. They'd gone two rounds and were just coming off their orgasmic highs. Monica went over and took Nate by the hand. I reached out to Ellie.

Back in our dating couples, we headed upstairs. Monica let us into the guest room while she led Nate to her bedroom.

Just before we fell asleep, I kissed Ellie's nose and whispered, "Thank you. Now Monica and I are finally done."

***

I woke up alone in a strange room. It took a minute for me to realize I was in Monica's house and calm down. And then I realized all my clothes were still in the living room, and the panic sort of returned.

Gingerly, I made my way downstairs, buck naked. Halfway down, I heard the musical laughter of two girls. I then followed wonderful smells until I arrived in the kitchen, where both Ellie and Monica were having a great morning.

Me? I still had a mild hangover. And so it took me a few seconds to realize that under their aprons, both girls were still stark naked. The fabric obscured most of their breasts, with only occasional peeks at their nipples, and extended over their entire fronts down to their knees. Ellie saw me and pranced over. First she reached out and petted my morning wood, then turned around and flaunted her naked ass in my general direction.

To my surprise, Monica was next. She petted me and then gave a couple of good pulls along the shaft. My eyes went wide.

"Hey, last night was about the emotion," she informed me. "This morning is just about fun." And then she turned about and mimed Ellie's rump shaking.

"Go on," Ellie waved me off. "Go pee and we'll have breakfast by the time you get back."

I pointed down at my hard cock now so erect it was pressed to my own belly. "How the hell am I supposed to pee with this woody?"

"Not my fault," Ellie replied flippantly.

I thought about it for half a second. "Yes it is!"

She just laughed and then shooed me away. "Go wake up Nate or something."

"I'm gonna have to put my clothes on to do that."

"No!" Monica interrupted. "We're having a nudist morning."

I gave Monica The Look. There was no way I was going to wake up Nate while I was still naked. 

Monica rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll do it. Ellie, watch the bacon." And with that, Monica jumped up the stairs. I had to watch her go.

The next thing I knew, Ellie had planted me in a table chair and she sat in my lap. I could already feel her wetness leaking out and smearing onto my thigh. She gave me one of her trademark flaming kisses. And then the crackling pop of bacon fat on the range forced her to return to her post.

A few minutes later, a sleepy-eyed Nate wandered down. He became much more alert when he realized all four of us were naked. But then it was time for breakfast.




The Book of David Ch. 02



The food was not important. What came AFTER the food is what I remember most. Nate and I were sagging as much as we could into the wood frame chairs, patting our bellies. Blood had been redirected towards digestion and our penises had both shrunk to normal size.

But apparently the girls had morning dessert on their minds. To our surprise, they moved us in our chairs around until we were basically side-by-side, only a few inches separating us from each other. I tried not to look at Nate's naked body despite the close proximity, and I didn't have to work very hard because very soon, Ellie and Monica stood right before us.

With a few deft twists of the ties, the two aprons were cast aside. All that was left were two very beautiful girls wearing nothing but smiles. I think I got cross-eyed trying to look at four breasts at the same time.

That little maneuver was enough to get my blood to start draining back down to my cock. Ellie getting to her knees and sucking my dick into her mouth took care of the rest. Meanwhile, Monica did the same to Nate.

"Uh, aren't you supposed to wait an hour after eating before engaging in strenuous physical activity?"

"David." It was Monica who pulled off to address me. "Shut up."

I shut up. And the girls went back to work. But the side-by-side blowjobs were just a warmup. Soon, they were satisfied with our hardness and then they stood up and stepped forward to straddle the chairs. Their feet were on the floor on either side of each chair, putting their pussies right above our waving rods.

In unison, both girls lowered themselves down and impaled themselves on our cocks. "Oh, fuck..." Ellie and Nate said at the same time. And then the girls' legs started flexing as they began to ride us.

Monica was the first to reach out and hold Ellie's hand while they screwed us. Mostly, I spent my time staring into Ellie's eyes or at her bouncing tits. But I did look sideways quite a few times to see Monica's bodacious body as well.

"You like this, don't you?" Ellie crooned. "You just love having me fuck you while you get to watch your best friend get fucked right beside you. You love seeing Monica's big tits gyrating around and around while she rides him."

"Oh, yeah, baby. I love it." I leaned in and kissed her nipples.

"Oh, fuck. I want to see you two kiss," Nate couldn't help blurting.

I winced slightly. Especially with Cherys for a sister, Ellie was always a little skittish about being thought of as a lesbian. Sure enough, Ellie retorted, "In your dreams, Nate." And then she went right back to fucking me.

I wish I could say that Nate and I were superhuman sex gods with eternal staying power. Unfortunately, we were still teenaged males with all the lack of self-control inherent to that position. And we were getting royally ridden by two of the most beautiful creatures put on this planet. Our orgasms were imminent.

"Oh, fuck me, David!" Ellie screamed. "Feel my tight cunt squeezing your big cock!"

I was feeling it.

A part of my ego wanted to try and last longer than Nate. But in the end, all I cared about was cumming. And cum I did. My hands were on Ellie's ass when I yanked her down into my lap and held her there while I erupted. Burst of white lava exploded deep inside of her, and Ellie just smothered my face in kisses while my hips twitched and sent more cum into her body.

Nate was a minute later, and then Monica was slumped against his chest, panting heavily.

Neither girl made a move to dismount us, and we slowly went limp inside of them. Ellie rested her head on my shoulder, humming happily. And when she'd gotten good and comfortable, she leaned up into my ear. "Time for an Ellie Special."

My dick perked up at the mere thought. I knew what it meant.

And so still inside her, Ellie began gyrating her hips, slowly stimulating my teenaged cock into its expected fast recovery. I dipped my hands behind her ass, inserting my fingers into her pussy alongside my shaft to start wetting them.

"C'mon baby," Ellie said to me, louder this time so Monica and Nate could hear. "Get ready to fuck my ass."

Nate's jaw dropped. "Your ass?"

Monica jerked as she felt the... er, strength... of Nate's reaction inside her pussy. And then she was gyrating as he steadily grew. She moaned happily and then glanced at her friend. "You sure about this?"

"Dead sure," Ellie answered. "This may be my last chance to try it."

I wondered what the vixens were up to. But I imagined I would soon find out.

I was busy transferring natural lubrication from Ellie's recent orgasm and my own cum to Ellie's asshole, where I was spreading her anus and giving her a liberal coating of fluids.

Monica then dismounted Nate and started off into the living room. Ellie soon followed. With just a shrug and a glance, Nate and I quickly got up and headed after the girls.

What came next was a total surprise. Monica came straight to me and with a healthy shove to my chest, she planted me onto a sofa. Her hand was quickly jacking my rod and then she settled her hips over me.

"Monica!" I exclaimed. I'd thought we were done.

"Last night was resolution. This? This is just sex." And with that Monica sank down onto me. I had to admit, my conscious brain was wondering about the Ellie Special, but I wasn't about to say anything that might prevent Monica from fucking me. And so I merely settled my hands onto her hips to help her plunge down and then back around my shaft while dipping my head to take her nipples into my mouth for perhaps the last time.

Nate's eyes bugged open as Ellie did the same to him. She pushed him down and then mounted him. "Fuck me, Nate. Fuck me hard," she ordered. "Cause this is the last time, ever."

Meanwhile, Monica rode herself to a quick climax, and I felt the thrill of holding her naked body as she trembled in my arms. But that was all I had. When she'd calmed down, she climbed off me. I sat there with my hardon waving in the air, a pathetic expression on my face.

Monica smirked and then pulled me standing up. And then she moved me over towards Ellie. "Go fuck her ass."

I glanced back just once. Monica smiled. "Last dance. Hold nothing back."

I settled in behind Ellie, who was aware of my approach and she stopped her bouncing. Nate let out a long sigh of relief. He'd seemed on the verge of cumming, and that would have ruined this whole idea.

Ellie just reached back and spread her asscheeks wide. She was still wet, and from Nate's soaked fingers she must have been having him play around with her backdoor as well.

My own cock was still soaked in Monica's fluids, and so with careful pressure, I began to push into Ellie's anal chute.

"Holy shit!!!" Ellie groaned as the head popped in. "So fucking full. I can't believe I'm doing this."

I was more focused on the slow push into her ass. In a very weird way, I could feel the presence of Nate's cock in Ellie's other hole, separated by only a thin membrane. With my own homoerotic fears, at least the knowledge that my cock wasn't actually touching his made me feel a little better about the situation. And the thrill of reaming Ellie's asshole was enough to make me put up with it. And so I began pumping.

Ellie was delirious. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my ass! Drill me out in both holes! Holy fuck, ream me out! And cum! Cum! Fill me with your loads. Drown me in sperm!"

None of us could last very long. Ellie's asshole was too tight. Nate had already been ridden to brink of exhaustion. And Ellie was already more turned on than she'd ever been in her life.

Ellie's climax set us off. She shrieked loud enough for the whole block to hear as she spasmed and every muscle in her body tensed up. Her back arched while her ass muscles clamped around me so tight, I actually COULDN'T cum.

And then as Nate began bellowing and blasting his load inside of Ellie's pussy, her sphincter relaxed just enough to let my delayed-reaction ejaculation start spewing jism into the depths of Ellie's bowels. All three of us were yelling and twitching and cumming at the same time.

And when my balls had emptied their last into Ellie's ass, I collapsed against her back. She collapsed straight down, and poor Nate was crushed down into the seat.

With some grunting and some pushing, he managed to get us to remove our heavy weight from on top of his body. I rolled back, and then Ellie rolled right over into my arms.

Just before she passed out, she kissed my nose and whispered, "Thank you. I never dreamed I could do that."

***

And so a chapter in our lives had come to an end. On Tuesday, Monica and Nate had scheduled a flight together to head for the San Francisco Bay Area. It only seemed right that we meet up with them one last time in the morning to see them off.

"Goodbye, David."

"Goodbye, Monica." I hugged her and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. We were parting as friends, and I couldn't be happier.

"Laters, bro."

"I'll see you around." I shook hands and then bear-hugged Nate. It would be really hard to replace the best buddy in my life.

Through everything we had been through, Monica and Nate had found real love in each other. I hoped it would survive until they were full adults. I wished them both well, then I stepped back and held Ellie's hand while we watched them leave, gone off to college.

Ellie turned and hugged me. In just another couple of weeks, we would be leaving to find our futures.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 3



The Book of David Ch. 03



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-- CHAPTER 3: Delayed Arrival --

***

PRE-COLLEGE (September 1998)

"That's right, baby! Grab my tits! Squeeze them! Fuck, yeah, I love your hands on me! Don't ever stop touching me! Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I'm cumming!!!"

Doggy-style had become a favorite position for Ellie and me. Personally, I kinda liked it better when she was on top, riding me cowgirl style. That way, I had a wonderful view of all my favorite things. But that was for the few occasions we just wanted to take our time, to make love slowly and sensuously. That kind of sex was still a new thing for us. We were much (MUCH) more practiced at teenaged, hurried screwing.

Ellie was in a screwing mood today. And so I was hunched over her back, plugging her pussy from behind while my hands wrapped around and mauled her swaying breasts. And at her moment of climax, Ellie's arms collapsed and her upper torso crashed downwards onto my bed as she howled in delight, oblivious to anything but her monster orgasm.

Our bodies went toppling forward and I instinctively splayed my hands to the sides to brace against the mattress lest I crush her. But even though my mind stopped concentrating on holding my own orgasm at bay, my dick still pumped into her tight love canal while her inner muscles spasmed and squeezed my rod.

That was all it took, and I actually felt the recoil in my cock as it fired away. I closed my eyes and pictured each volley of cum rocketing up the shaft and exploding outwards, splashing against the inner walls of Ellie's pussy. I imagined millions of tiny sperm pushing their way through Ellie's teenaged cervix and into her womb on a futile search for an egg.

My own teenaged brain probably wasn't developed enough yet to comprehend the consequences. But in that moment, with this gorgeous girl beneath me, I decided I wouldn't really mind so much if by some miracle she got pregnant. While we'd only been romantically together for less than a year, I'd known Ellie since first grade.

True, I'd thought she had cooties and waged a war between the sexes with her up until we turned 13. But already I could envision what my life might be like with Ellie permanently by my side.

It was an idea I could never have thought of with Monica, whom I lusted for but never really loved. I'd always known in the back of my head that Monica and I would eventually go our separate ways. But with Ellie... maybe things didn't have to turn out that way.

And so as we cuddled together in the aftermath of our lovemaking, I circled my arms a little tighter around her naked body and actually hummed happily. She craned her head around and looked right at me with luminous eyes, letting me see my own happiness reflected back at me. And then we came together for a kiss, lightning bolts as always shooting through us and giving me an electric thrill as our souls touched for just a brief moment.

"Elemis..." I started to say in a quiet voice. And then the phone rang.

Mentally, I cried "SHIT!" I think my mouth mimed the word as well as soon as I broke our kiss. No one called the house during the daytime. All the telemarketers knew to call during dinner. So the call was probably for me.

It rang twice more before I got to the receiver. "Yeah?" I answered in a gruffly annoyed tone. Ellie just smiled and snuggled deeper into the pillow, still in recovery mode from our intense sexual session.

"David, I'm assuming Ellie's there?"

"Cherys?"

"Yes. Is she?"

"Well, yeah."

Cherys sighed. "Well, you'd better get her back. My parents are home and they're wondering where she is." Her tone was a warning. Crap, we were in some sort of trouble.

I turned and told Ellie, who whined, "It's only four o'clock. What they hell are they doing home?"

My eyes went wide and my eyebrow arched as if to say, "Why the heck are you asking ME?"

Ellie just rolled her eyes and reached to grab the receiver from me. Doing so exposed a firm breast to my eyes and I was momentarily distracted before she got it out of my grip. I made to paw at her but she just slapped my hand away playfully as she asked, "Cherys, what's going on?"

I couldn't hear the other end of the conversation, so I occupied myself by dragging my fingers along Ellie's naked spine.

"Uh-huh. Well, what do they expect? We're leaving for college in less than a week. Of COURSE I'm going to be spending the day with my boyfriend..." Ellie shook her head in exasperation. "Fine, fine. I'll be home in ten minutes."

She hung up and without saying another word, she tackled me onto my back and pressed her lips to mine. I moaned happily into the kiss and we lay there making out for a good two minutes.

When we finally broke for air, Ellie sighed. "Okay. Show's over. Time to head home."

***

I drove the entire way with my right hand on Ellie's thigh. Her own hands absently played with my fingers or stroked my forearm. Then we turned the corner onto her street and saw it.

"Holy SHIT!" Ellie was squealing, clutching my arm.

Ellie's parents and Cherys were standing on the street, out by the curb. And parked in the driveway behind them was a cherry red Volkswagen. I've seen Ellie absolutely glow during a fantastic orgasm. I'm sad to admit that the look on her face now was even more thrilled than that.

She was screaming at such a high pitch I'm sure that neighborhood dogs were cowering in fear. And as soon as I pulled up, Ellie bounced out of my car and went running to her parents. She jumped at them and grabbed both parents in a big hug. And then she went running to Cherys to hug her before laying herself on the hood of the car and hugging it as well.

I parallel parked on the street and took a good once over on the car. Based on some key model distinctions I recognized, it was maybe 4 or 5 years old. But the wax job and gleaming paint sure made it look brand new. And Ellie didn't look like she cared one iota. I couldn't say anything. My high school hunk of junk was already past a decade old.

"Holy shit! I should have known!" Ellie exclaimed.

"Elemis. Your language," her dad rebuked.

"Sorry, daddy. But THANK YOU! Argh! I should've known! But Cherys didn't get her car until the day before she left! You're early!"

"Well," Cherys interrupted. "We had to do something to make it a surprise."

"You!" Ellie pointed a finger at her older sister. "You KNEW on the phone and you didn't even give me a hint!" She made to tickle or otherwise attack Cherys, who backed away, laughing all the while.

"Elemis," her Dad's voice cut in. "Leave your sister alone. Don't you want to take it for a spin?" He held up the keys, which chimed nicely in his hands.

Ellie immediately turned around and swiped them from his hand. "Thank you daddy!" She hugged him and pecked him on the cheek. Then she stopped and hugged her mom. And at long last, she turned to me, leaning against the hood.

"Whaddaya say? Wanna go for a ride?"

My mind immediately went to a different definition of 'ride'. And from the look on Ellie's face, she might have had a similar idea. But I schooled my features so as not to give anything away in front of her parents. And I just nodded slightly. "Let's go."

Big sister Cherys stopped me before we got in. She held my shoulder and looked straight at me. "Looks like this is for real. Ellie's an adult and she has her own wheels, she's independent. You two off to college and I won't be able to watch you guys all the time. So promise me you'll take care of my baby sister."

I felt momentarily awkward by the serious tone in her voice, but I managed to say, "I promise."

Cherys smiled and hugged me. "I know you will. You're a great guy David." I glowed at the praise from my eternal dream girl.

Ellie and I got in the car, Ellie in the driver's seat, of course. I was surprised at the huge amount of interior space and head room the little bugger had. I was already feeling around the passenger seat controls to decide how best to have sex in this car. Probably if I reclined all the way and scooted the seat back a few notches.

Ellie grinned at me just before she flipped the key. "I know a great place to park."

***

Tomorrow. That would be the day.

I sat in my desk chair, looking around my room. Most of my bags were packed, all the important clothing and personal affects already cleared out. I left my posters and other decorations behind. My parents would pretty much leave my room the way it was until I came back for breaks or various vacations. But it still felt so... weird. This was only bedroom I really ever knew.

Tomorrow, I would leave my world behind and embark on a new adventure. At least I had someone to share the journey with.

Ellie would be coming by to pick me up. Ever since she got her new ride, we'd both wanted to tool around town in it. Hey, it was newer and definitely a cooler car than mine, and she was a good driver besides. I didn't even mind the emasculating notion of not being behind the wheel, although we did find it was physically much easier for her to blow me while I was driving rather than the other way around.

We had plans for our last night: A little food, a short walk in the park, maybe a little lovemaking underneath the stars. She'd kissed me so tenderly last night. I could still taste her on my lips even now.

The thing was, she was supposed to pick me up at seven. It was already 7:30. Not a big deal. Ellie often ran late, it's just a common hazard when dealing with beautiful women. But she usually called to let me know why.

As if on cue, the phone rang. The receiver was in my hands immediately.

"Hey! Where the hell are you?"

"David," came the male voice.

"Uh, hello?" I wondered. Was somebody calling for one of my parents?

In a very soft voice, he continued, "This is Ellie's father."

I don't know exactly why, but the instant he used the nickname 'Ellie' I knew something was terribly wrong. I could actually hear the mini-pause as he forced himself to use that name for my benefit. And all of a sudden, I couldn't speak.

All was quiet for another two seconds before he realized I wasn't going to say anything. And then came the words I was dreading. "Ellie was in a car accident an hour ago."

I felt a chill run down my spine. A cold so bitter and so intense it wrapped around my heart and began squeezing. Still I said nothing, but I think a wailing groan began somewhere beneath my stomach and sort of creaked out of me.

"We needed something from the grocery store. Ellie grabbed her keys and immediately volunteered to pick it up. The other driver had been drinking, and he blew through the red light at sixty-five." Her father's voice, so soft, now choked up.

I still said nothing. I could hear in his voice that he wasn't finished yet, and I dared not interrupt. But that wail was growing in my throat. And I felt the first tear rolling down my cheek.

"His truck hit squarely against the driver's door. She never had a chance to get out of the way." He went quiet again, and I heard him sniffling on the other end of the line.

After another moment of silence I finally croaked, "Where is she?"

"We're all at the hospital."

"I'll be right there."

"David," his voice came urgently and intensely. "You can come. But you should know. Ellie was killed instantly. They can't bring her back."

Hearing his words confirmed it, but I already knew. It had been in his tone of voice. Nothing else was said as I dropped the phone into the cradle and ended the call. And then the weight of my world sank down onto my shoulders and I felt like I'd shrunk three inches.

I don't know how long I sat there staring at the phone. But as soon as I could move I moved with a purpose. I paused only once, to wipe the tears out of my eyes. Then I grabbed my car keys and I was headed downstairs.

I was halfway out the door when my mom saw me and barked, "David!"

I came to a dead stop, but I didn't turn around.

"Where are you going? Isn't Ellie coming to pick you up tonight?" she asked.

"Ellie's dead." And then I walked away,

***

Cherys was waiting for me by the front doors when I got to the hospital. For the first time since I can remember, a little sexual thrill did not go through me upon seeing her. Her makeup was smeared and she looked ready to start crying again.

Once she saw me she did start crying. And we came together in a tight hug that was about nothing but support in our grief. I clutched her intensely, crushing her to my body for a few moments, my mind racing because she smelled so much like Ellie. Me? I couldn't cry any more. My emotions had just shut down until I was a walking robot.

Eventually, Cherys got control of her sniffles. And after wiping away the tears she offered to lead me to her parents.

When I came upon Ellie's mother and father, I wanted to say something poignant... or at least tell them I was sorry. But I couldn't say anything. And somehow, looking at the pain on the faces of parents who have lost their offspring, I realized there were no words.

Her mom hugged me. And then I actually hugged her dad.

And so the four of us stood in the waiting room. Somewhere behind the double doors lay the lifeless body of my girlfriend. It was explained to me that the doctors had checked to make sure that she was completely gone, and that there were no chances of reviving her. Shortly, they would move her body to the morgue.

I interrupted at that point. "I want to see her."

"Are you sure? Her body is pretty beat up."

I stared straight at the doors. "I want to see her."

So I did. It's something I hope you never have to experience.

***

I didn't leave for college the next day. Cherys didn't either. In fact, neither of us left for college the rest of the week. I spent every day over at their house, in Ellie's bedroom, living in a half-catatonic state.

For some reason, Cherys was handling it better than I was. Perhaps it was because up until recently, she hadn't been very close to her sister. Ever since Cherys had come out as a lesbian, she'd been separated from her family by some invisible wall. Only since the past Winter Break had the two begun forming a close bond with each other. In any case, Cherys was the one coming to console me.

I barely noticed her presence. I'd be sitting on Ellie's bed, staring at her things and remembering all the good times when Cherys would check in on me, touch my arm or my back and ensure that I was still breathing.

I'd dated her for less than a year, but I'd begun to fall in love with Ellie. And having her wrenched away from me just as we were about to embark on our great journey together had crippled me, as if one of my two legs had been taken away. I'd like to think I wasn't overreacting. After all, I wasn't suicidal or anything. But I couldn't move on. And each little inkling inside of me that tried to move on was smothered by guilt at dishonoring her memory or something.

Perhaps I would get some closure on Saturday. The funeral was scheduled for then. Quite a few of Ellie's friends had already made plans to return home.

Monica and Nate flew back. Most of our High School clique showed up. I'm pretty sure everyone expressed their sympathies to me, but I don't remember much from that day.

One thing I do remember was how beautiful and peaceful Ellie looked in her casket before they closed the lid. Up until then, the lasting image in my mind was that of her mangled body, covered in drying blood, while she lay dead in that hospital bed. Somehow, seeing her cleaned up and at peace managed to wash away some of the pain inside me. I knew, at least for a moment, that I would be alright in the end.

But it was just a moment.

And then I went back into emotional shutdown. I didn't come out for months.

***

WINTER QUARTER, FRESHMAN YEAR (January 1999)

It was a tradition for incoming freshman to be assigned to the school dormitories. Almost all of our parents followed it. So Danielle and Cherys before me went into the dorms. Ellie and I were assigned to dorms, as well. We'd already been planning discussions with our respective roommates for various signals to get some private sex time.

Ellie, obviously, wouldn't be attending.

And after what happened, my parents decided tradition didn't matter that much. Actually, they discussed the matter with the school administration and my enrollment was deferred by a quarter. I didn't go to school until January and my dorm bed was given away to someone else.

I would be living where someone could keep an eye on me.

After their obligatory year in the dorms, Danielle and Cherys had gotten a two- bedroom apartment together just off-campus. This had been known and accepted for months. Perhaps Cherys' parents liked to convince themselves that the girls would have separate bedrooms. But now I would be in that second bedroom. That way, my big sister Danielle could keep a watchful eye on me and Cherys' parents understood.

And so I finally got to college, albeit with a delayed arrival.

When I pulled up to the apartment in my beater car, Danielle came down the stairs to greet me. Cherys waved hello from the front door on the second floor and went back inside after I waved back.

"Hey squirt." Danielle reached up and hugged me.

For some reason, the nickname had stopped bothering me. There was just something about that big sisterly love in the way she said it. "Hey Dani."

"How're mom and dad?"

"They're fine." I let her go and took a deep breath, looking around. "So? You here to help me move in?"

Danielle snorted. "Hell, no. You're a big boy. You can't have that much stuff in your car!" She laughed and then went back up the stairs empty-handed.

I grumbled loudly and then turned around to start unpacking. But by the time I got the first heavy suitcase out of the trunk, Danielle and Cherys were both already fishing some of the lighter items out of my backseat and carrying them up.

"Hurry up, squirt. There's a cold six-pack in the fridge and you're not getting any till this car is parked."

***

And so in the cold of January, I began my college career a quarter late.

The transition wasn't easy. All of my classmates already had a few months of experience under their belts. I'd missed out on the mass open-adjustment period, when all the freshmen were friendly with one another since cliques had yet to form. I'd missed out on the upper-classmen patience period, when they would willingly answer any dumb question a froshling asked because they knew the youngster didn't know any better.

Everyone else had their friends well established. I was the new guy and I had to play catch-up. So in an instant, I'd gone from the top of the social pecking order to the lowliest outcast freshman. Not even football could save me this time. I'd already missed the Fall Quarter and with it the football season. No matter, I would have just been a walk-on anyways.

In retrospect, my emotional turmoil had a small silver lining. I barely even noticed how I went from hometown big man on campus to lowly freshman at a big state University. I don't know how my ego would have reacted if I'd been paying attention.

Danielle and Cherys were my saviors, in more ways than one. At our new home, Danielle was constantly hovering over me, like a second mother. Most guys would have hated it, especially little brothers. But I felt fragile enough inside that each time she checked in on me felt like a gentle touch of family love. I was alone often enough through self-imposed isolation and having her around reminded me that there were other people in this world.

Secondly, without her, I probably would have starved. At home, my mom constantly made sure I was fed. I had a habit of losing myself into video games and completely forgetting to eat. In our apartment, Danielle was the master chef and ensured I took at least moderate care of myself. If she hadn't taken care of all the little details keeping me alive, I don't know how I would have ended up.




The Book of David Ch. 03



Cherys, meanwhile, bonded with me in a way I can't quite accurately describe. She treated me like a younger sibling in some ways, as if I was filling the empty hole inside where her little sister used to be. We talked as if we were family, without the verbal filters than unrelated people usually use between each other.

And thirdly, Danielle and Cherys were able to resurrect the physical, sexual part of me that had partially gone into hiding when I lost my favorite playmate.

Much in the same way I was a substitute to Cherys for her little sister, to me she was a substitute for my lost girlfriend. The physical resemblance was just the start. Cherys became much more casually physical around me, and I got a lot more hugs and tender caresses on my arms or legs. Also, it was not uncommon for her to cuddle up to me on the sofa when we were watching TV, resting her head in the crook of my neck with my arm wrapped around her. If not for her satisfying my cravings for basic human affection, I would have been a lot worse off.

And it was inevitable that Danielle and Cherys would return to their own physical intimacy. So once again I could hear them through the shared wall of our bedrooms.

On the Saturday evening after I arrived, the two supremely beautiful women retired to their bedroom and soon after, familiar moaning began to drift over into my hearing. Obviously, I hadn't had sex since Ellie, which was now almost four months ago. I'd barely even masturbated since then. For some reason, my magazines just didn't have the same appeal to me.

But now, hearing the two of them sent new thrills into my body. I'd been staring at the ceiling, wallowing in my misery when they started up. Unbidden, the images of both their naked bodies floated into my mind. I knew what they both looked like, having memorized their naked curves during that fateful Winter break and imprinted them into permanent storage.

My dick reacted before I did, and soon the urgent throbbing proved to be too much of a distraction. I grabbed the box of tissues and wrapped my hand around the shaft. And so closing my eyes, I surrendered myself to old fantasies half- remembered and listened to the aural sounds of feminine pleasure. And when relief finally came, it kept coming and coming until all the pent-up stress had gone away, at least for a little while. And then I got my first good night of sleep in a long while.

Fourth and finally, Danielle and Cherys were the primary reason I started to go out at interact with the world once again. Well, them and their hot friends.

Danielle and Cherys had quite the social clique orbiting around them. Both were very outgoing girls and our off-campus apartment was a popular place to be, so I was treated to a steady flow of lesbian and bisexual girls in our little living room. Many of them were pretty butch. Some even had biceps bigger than mine. But there were quite a few feminine ones among them, and some pretty ones even rivaled Danielle and Cherys for sheer beauty.

One thing I've noticed throughout my life is that gay guys frequently have straight female friends around. I'd heard the term "fag hag" quite a bit. But for some reason, lesbian girls very rarely have straight male friends. Maybe it's just that most straight guys can't handle being around girls they can't have.

So I was usually the only one with a Y-chromosome in the entire apartment. I wasn't gay. And yet, because of the depressive funk I was still in over Ellie, I wasn't even trying to flirt with the bevy of beautiful girls around.

The girls' friends found this odd at first. But once my tragic situation was explained to them, they quickly accepted me and my constant presence. Every hour I wasn't in classes I spent in the apartment.

While I stayed in my own room for the most part, I still had to go to the bathroom on occasion or venture to the kitchen to find food. Danielle and Cherys' friends got used to my frequent comings and goings and even initiated general pleasantries with me.

"Hey David." "How are you feeling David?" "Good morning, David."

My response usually consisted of "Hey Leslie (or other woman, insert her name here)" or "I'm fine" or "Good morning." Never more than a two word answer. Never a sentence that might lead to an actual conversation. I just looked at the floor and went back into my room to feel depressed. Quite a few of the girls, lesbian or not, adopted something of a mothering attitude over the poor young boy who'd lost his girlfriend in a tragic accident.

Eventually, some of them got through to me. Little by little, they would draw an extra word or two out of me. And after a while, I even began to laugh again.

One girl, Nataliya, was a beautiful blonde with soft hazel eyes and happened to be a recent immigrant from Russia. I found her exotic and she never failed to cheer me up with her thickly-accented comments about this strange and wonderful America. She acted like another big sister around me and always stopped by my room whenever she visited. Cherys even teased her, "You getting sweet on the kid? Or you just looking to marry your way into citizenship?"

I wasn't too worried. Nataliya had a girlfriend and was a lesbian, right? No point getting your hopes up. I'd learned that lesson with Cherys.

And so as time went on, while Ellie's death had sucked the emotional life out of me, the social person inside started to breathe again. For one thing, the hormones surging inside me refused to let me stay in a completely vegetative state while all the pretty girls were around. I was still far from the outgoing big man on campus I used to portray, but at least the zombie days were over.

The first few days of the quarter, Danielle walked with me to campus, even when it was out of the way of her own classes. If convenient, Cherys joined along as well. And so after a week or so, many of my new freshman classmates saw me hanging out with two of the most gorgeous women to ever grace the university. It didn't take long for the boys to start asking me about them. And when I started walking around campus with a few of Danielle and Cherys' hot friends, the males in my classes started pestering me with even more questions.

Some of my notoriety from the guys went away when the truth came out that Danielle was my sister and that I was not, in fact, banging any of the girls. But even then, many were asking me how they could get one girl or another to go out with them.

And then came the question I wasn't personally prepared for. "Hey, if she's your sister, then do you have a girlfriend? What about the other hot chicks?"

The thought caught me completely off-guard. One minute, I was walking with a few classmates to a dorm's dining hall to find lunch. The next, I'd stopped dead in my tracks and was staring at the ground. The zombie was back, even if just for a brief moment.

I stood there in perfect stillness, remembering Ellie. I must have appeared catatonic because when I blinked, there were two guys in front of me, waving their hands in front of my face. "Hey, man. You alright?"

I blinked a few more times and fought down the pain that threatened to overwhelm me. I looked up and focused on a distant point between the two of them. With all the gravity of unbearable pain in my voice, I said "I don't want to talk about it." And then I started walking off towards lunch again.

Of course, no teenager could just leave it at that. And despite being college, we were still just teenagers. So the boys kept trying to figure out my girlfriend situation, to learn the story behind it. And the mystery snowballed along in the rumor mill.

In the meantime, I also kept up with some of my old buddies from high school who were attending the University. As these things tend to do, my circle of friends began to meld into a combination of both high school and new college friends, with a relatively balanced mixture of males and females.

For at least a week, my high school friends respected my silence over the issue and the truth didn't immediately come out. But little by little, the rumor mill turned over and pretty soon everyone knew Ellie had been killed by a drunk driver just before school started.

It was a singular event that explained many of the mysteries around me. Why I shut down whenever someone asked about my girlfriend. Why I missed the first quarter of school. Why I wasn't in the dorms.

You learn a lot about people by the way they act around you in that situation. Some people just try to ignore it and behave as if it never happened. Some get all awkward and feel like they have to wear kid gloves around you, avoiding certain subjects. And some embrace it as a part of your history and just try to be straight with you.

Two such people, Jen and Kevin, soon became my best friends. Kevin had lost his own best friend in high school when a stupid stunt turned fatal. The guy had tried to skateboard down a stair railing by city hall, just showing off. He'd fallen and broken his neck. Jen had been the poor guy's girlfriend. In the aftermath, they'd found each other.

They'd been where I was coming from. And that common ground formed a bond that I hoped would last a lifetime.

***

WINTER QUARTER, FRESHMAN YEAR (March 1999)

"Hey dude, how 'bout her? Jean shorts, two o'clock."

I rolled my eyes. Kevin had a habit of calling everyone "dude". He even called Jen 'dude' from time to time when he was in a particular mood. It was the late 90s; at least I should be happy he wasn't using the term 'rad'.

I was struck again by how much my life had changed. In the past, I would pretty much hang out only with other jocks. Guys like Kevin would have been considered "beneath" me or something. But now, this skater boy was my best friend. The big man on campus from the high school hometown was now just another college kid.

Kevin had his little game. For the past month straight, he'd created a new habit of pointing out every hot girl we came across. It was his way of forcing me to deal with the idea of moving on and finding romance again.

At first, I resented him for it and refused to comment. I didn't want to be reminded of what I'd lost. But he kept prodding and Jen had been counseling me in her pre-Psych way. Besides, on a University campus, there were so many beautiful girls that Kevin was able to keep it up ad nauseum and I knew he'd annoy me to hell if I didn't give in eventually.

So for this day I promised to play along. I looked after the pretty coed Kevin had pointed out wearing jean shorts at two o'clock. The denim was tight enough to hug each individual ass cheek very nicely and high-cut enough to reveal all of her toned thighs. Spring was coming and with it, warmer temperatures. "I guess. She's pretty hot. But again, I know nothing of her personality!"

"Fuck the personality, dude. I'm not asking if you want to marry her. I'm asking you to look and decide if you'd want to fuck her!"

"You ask me that and I'll say 'yes' almost every time."

"He's got a point, Kev," Jen put in. She was doing her homework, but somehow she managed to multitask enough to both work on her assignment and listen to us.

I reclined back against the tree we were leaning against. We were sitting on a grassy knoll in the main quad, surrounded by academic buildings. Kevin had specifically chosen this spot to camp out because it had a high traffic volume to ensure plenty of beautiful girls. It was unseasonably warm and on a Friday around lunchtime, there was an abundance to choose from.

"Fine, dude. Let me put it this way. Is she hot enough that you'd walk up and ask her out with the express intention of trying to get into her pants?"

I took another look. The girl was almost gone by now and all I could focus on was her tight ass. I arched an eyebrow and shrugged. "I dunno. She's too far away now. I didn't get a good look at the full package."

"Alright, alright. How about... oh, just coming in. Nine o'clock. Pink sweater."

I looked to the left. I would have to describe the girl as very 'cute'. Blonde hair, colored headband, very petite. She reminded me of the young cheerleaders I used to mildly lust after even when I was dating Monica. But..."If we're judging purely on fuckability, I'd have to take a pass. Her tits aren't that great and she seems more perky than sexy." When I glanced over, Kevin was glancing at his watch and then he was back up and looking at the blonde.

"Fair enough." Kevin started scanning to the right side purposefully. "How about... herrrr!" Kev nodded. His voice purred as he pronounced the word "herrrr". He didn't give me any descriptions or even a clock heading. He didn't have to.

The girl in question was wearing some sort of plunging V-necked scoop top. I'd seen the type of shirt before, but usually girls wore an undershirt or at least some kind of tank top beneath it, lest their breasts pop out in an obviously obscene manner. This girl wasn't wearing that undershirt. As a result, her firm round tits were proudly on display, bouncing nicely as she walked. And with our side profile, I not only could see the upper curves of her cleavage, but I could even see where her breast started curving back up to meet her chest.

They might have been fake but I had to admit, those were some NICE tits. And the rest of her was pretty well put together as well. She was relatively tall, and her flaming red hair was artfully draped around a pretty face. Along with her busty chest, she had some nice curves poured into her tight jeans. Overall, she seemed to me a taller version of Monica, the kind of body I knew I would lust after. Maybe she was just a bit wider in the hips than I was used to, but the girl was a dynamite full package and definitely fit into the "sexy" category. And now that I was studying her a little more intently, she seemed half-familiar.

"I think he likes what he sees," Jen drawled. When I looked over, Jen glanced down at my crotch. I saw a bit of a bulge forming while I'd been ogling the big tits bouncing in front of me. "Looks like Kevin does, too," Jen teased, and we both saw Kevin similarly trying to hide his arousal.

And then both guys went right back to watching the redhead walk across the quad. Finally, at the last moment just after she passed us, she turned back and with brilliantly green eyes, she winked right at me.

My eyes went wide in response and her resulting smile would light up the quad even in bright daylight. And then she kept walking along, eventually going inside one of the nearby buildings.

Kevin and I both just kind of stared off into the distance. I was still drinking in the curves of the closest-to-naked woman I'd seen in a LONG time, not counting the inevitable run-ins with Danielle or Cherys between the bathroom and their bedroom. But I was used to those.

No, the redhead was still fresh in my memory. Kevin noticed my dazed state and shook me gently by the shoulder. "Well, do you want to fuck her?"

I tilted my head and waggled an abbreviated yes before finally admitting, "Sure. If given the opportunity, who wouldn't?"

"I'm not asking about other people. I'm asking about you. Can you see this girl as a sexual creature?"

"I thought Jen was the psych major."

Kevin glanced at his girlfriend. "She's been rubbing off on me. And don't change the subject. If given the opportunity," he paused after using my own phrase, "would you ask her out on a date with the express purpose of getting into her pants?"

"Fine, fine. Yes. I mean, I'd still want to get to know her befo-"

"No, no, no! You're missing the point. Who was your first girlfriend?"

I hesitated only a moment, habit from my avoidance of all things related to the term 'girlfriend'. "A girl named Monica."

"When you first met her, did you think 'Oh, what a wonderful personality. I'd like to get to know her better'?"

I cleared my throat. "Ahem... uh, well, no."

"No one is ever going to replace Ellie," Jen said quietly.

I flinched visibly at the mention of her name and glared daggers at Jen. "And why would you think I'm trying?"

"Because you keep thinking 'relationship'. That's not normal for you. Other guys, maybe, but not you. You're too alpha male." Jen shrugged her shoulders. "So if you're thinking 'I want to get to know her' then you're either mature beyond your years, which I doubt, or your mind is still hung up on Ellie."

"What's wrong with that?"

"You gotta live your life, dude," Kevin jumped back in. "Ask Cherys. Ellie would want you to move on."

I sighed and let my head lean back against the tree. "So what do you propose?"

"We get you laiiiid," Kevin made it sound like the ultimate therapy. "No relationship. No commitment. At least not the first time. Big, handsome guy like you. Just enjoy the sex. Because I know for a fact there are girls on this campus who just want to bang you. After that... well, if you still want to look for a relationship then I won't stop you."

"Fine, fine. What do I gotta do?"

He waved me off. "Let's deal with that later. For now, I think the game's over because dude, I'm hungry. Let's get some food."

***

I let Kevin and Jen guide me through the buffet line and then they were leading me on a winding path through the cafeteria. We passed up obvious empty spot after obvious empty spot. Those were the first signs that they were hiding something from me.

And then we came to the table in the corner. In one spot was a girl I didn't recognize. And in the second spot, sitting with a conveniently empty seat next to her, was the redhead with big tits.

"Hello, ladies," Kevin said dramatically.

Jen said 'hi' and then sat down without further theatrics.

I was just standing next to the table, holding my tray and feeling like the biggest fool on the planet. The redhead smiled up at me. Sometime between the quad and the dining hall she'd put a tank top underneath the plunging V-neck, so that while her tits were still massive and spectacular and spilling over the top, they were at least PG-13.

"David..." Kevin began before sitting down himself. "Allow me to introduce Vanessa and Allison."

At least, I'm pretty sure he said Allison. I stopped listening after the name 'Vanessa' and Kevin's wave in the redhead's direction.

Vanessa just smiled at me and I swear her green eyes twinkled, the light dusting of freckles on her face moving as her already pretty face morphed into seductively gorgeous. After another three seconds of me awkwardly staring at her, she pointed to the empty chair next to her. "Please, have a seat."

"Oh, right, right."

"I'm sorry about that little stunt we pulled in the quad. Kevin promised me it would get your attention."

I was starting to get my bearings. "And why would you want to get my attention?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Her eyelids fluttered rapidly. "Kevin warned me I'd have to come on pretty strong and be very blunt, so there's no confusion."

She was very pretty, and the hormonal part of me just wanted to go along with things. But I felt very much like I was being manipulated. I glanced over at Kevin who was miming with both hands a 'go-get-her' expression. He even mouthed, 'Ask her out'.

As if sensing my hesitation, Vanessa jumped in, "Are you doing anything tonight?"

I realized then that all three other people at the table were intently staring at us, their food forgotten. Feeling the pressure, I gulped and looked down, stirring my food around the plate in obvious awkwardness.

Kevin opened his stupid trap once again. "I believe you said something about 'given the opportunity'..."

"Look," I began slowly. "If we're going to be blunt then I'm going to be blunt right now. Vanessa, you are gorgeous. I think you know that already. And I know I'm probably not supposed to be questioning this."

"Damn straight," Jen admonished then hit me up the backside of my head.




The Book of David Ch. 03



I sighed and my eyes softened noticeably. "But I really have to ask: Why me? You could have any guy you wanted if you threw yourself at him like this." 

"Why not you? Don't you think you're worthy of me?"

Ooh, a subtle attack to my ego. That always got my blood up a bit. "Absolutely," I stated emphatically. "But that's not the point. Vanessa, look around. I've got three people at this table staring at the side of my head. This obviously was not an accident, and I can't help but question whether or not you're being sincere. Why me?"

"Come out to dinner with me tonight and I'll explain it to you." Her tongue quietly slipped out and ran the length of her lower lip as she said that last sentence. It was very subtle and yet I noticed enough to get my heart racing just a little bit faster. No matter what else was going on, Vanessa had a very nice body and I hadn't had sex in a LONG time.

I hesitated again.

Her face turned sweet. "Look, David. I swear to you I'm really interested in you on my own. Kevin and Jen didn't even ask me to do this. *I* actually approached them to help me get your attention, and they just advised me that you'd need a little more straightforward an approach than the usual guy. I can see they were right." And for just a brief moment she looked annoyed. "Now come out with me tonight, okay? But question me again and maybe I'll withdraw my offer..."

I looked over at my best friends. Both of them bobbed their heads in Vanessa's direction with warning glares on their faces.

I sighed. "What time should I pick you up?"

***

It was almost nine o'clock on that Friday night when I got to Vanessa's apartment. I was dressed casually in a polo and jeans, pleasantly comfortable in the Spring air. I briefly wondered what to do that evening as I didn't have much of a game plan. With the late hour there weren't many restaurants still open, even if I was familiar with them. Perhaps she wanted to hit a bar, but I was just a nineteen-year-old freshman. Certainly there would be an on-campus party somewhere. But again, I wouldn't really know about them.

And yet, I felt no nervousness. The whole encounter from the quad to lunch to this date had been orchestrated by others. I had no reason not to believe that this night would be similarly planned out for me.

And so at 8:59pm I reached out and rang the doorbell. Almost immediately the door began swinging open.

Then my jaw hit the floor.

Vanessa was standing before me and holding the open door with her left arm. Her hair was wet and slicked back behind her ears, the fiery red more of a burnished auburn when damp. And the only covering on her entire body was a thick, terrycloth green towel. When she smiled, the color helped bring out her eyes.

"Hi David," she said huskily before reaching out with her right hand and pulling me inside.

She closed the door and then began propelling my acquiescent body through the living room and towards an open bedroom door. My mind was still racing in a feeble attempt to process what was going on. "Uh, I suppose this means we're not going out?"

"Waste of time," Vanessa chirped. Then once we reached the bed she spun me around and sat me down on the edge of the bed. And then while my eyes bugged out, she brought both hands to the pseudo-knot between her breasts, and with a dramatic flourish she let the towel drop to the floor and spread her arms wide to the sides.

I figured those tits had to be fake. They were just TOO perfect in their firm buoyancy and roundness. And they were BIG. Not too huge to look alien unnatural or anything, but they were about as big as you can get while maintaining the illusion of natural proportion. She didn't have six-pack abs or anything, but her tummy was pretty flat and devoid of any unsightly folds. And her flaming red pussy hair was neatly trimmed and called my attention to her pink folds, already moist with arousal and spreading open in anticipation of what she'd planned to do to me.

"Holy SHIT," I exclaimed. Needless to say, I had quite the painful tent in my jeans.

"I figure, why bother with dinner or dancing or blah, blah, blah. Usually the point of all that is to romance the girl into putting out. I already want to fuck you. So let's just get straight to it! More playtime that way!" Vanessa giggled and then leaned into my body to start tugging off my polo shirt.

She managed to get it off before I got my tongue under control enough to attempt a coherent sentence. I'd figured I would have the time during dinner or other events to extract the reasons why Vanessa was throwing herself at me. I'd have had time to understand and get to know her on a personal level before things progressed towards a physical encounter. I would have time to decide for myself if I could truly move on from Ellie's memory and enjoy the company of another woman... or not.

But now I was out of time.

"Vanessa, wait-"

I was cut off when she planted her lips on mine. The kiss was fierce and it was raw and it completely took my breath away. I hadn't been kissed like that in such a long time.

Ten seconds later, it was over and Vanessa's face was an inch away from my nose. "Shut up," she smiled.

And then Vanessa was moving lower down to my jeans. She knelt on the floor and opened the clasp, and then violently yanking down on both jeans and my boxers, she managed to pull the garments down to my knees. From there it was an easy matter to remove my shoes and then pull everything off my legs until I was sitting bare-assed naked on her bed.

Vanessa licked her lips one time, her emerald eyes flashing in the room lights before she knelt again between my legs and lowered her head to my waving cock.

The first thing she did was wrap her mouth around the crown and then loosen her throat as she plunged me all the way down, until her lips were pressed tight to the base of my crotch. Then, she pulled all the way back to the mushroom head, where she looked up and smiled at me with the end of my knob trapped between her teeth. I dared not move. Her right hand came up and wrapped around my shaft, and then she was pumping me with short, powerful strokes as her mouth lavished the head with exquisite expertise.

Good lord I was about to blow. Having gone so long without feeling anything close to this intensity had me primed in record time. And I couldn't help but reach my hands up to the back of Vanessa's head while she bobbed and sucked at me. Then after one, two, three rapid thrusts she swallowed my cock whole again and massaged my rod with her throat muscles.

And I detonated.

The first shot flew directly down to Vanessa's stomach before she backed off enough to leave just the head inside of her mouth. Her fist was jacking me quickly and coaxing out everything else while my fire hose of a penis kept spurting wave after wave of hot jism.

She was swallowing rapidly, but I had such a storage built up that inevitably some began leaking from the corners of her mouth, and still I kept going.

Vanessa hummed audibly and happily while I kept blasting away, her eyes rolling up from their focus on my cock and to my eyes, where she saw firsthand the pleasurable relief she was giving me. Eventually, finally, my orgasm finished and I sat on the edge of her bed, panting to catch my breath and cradling her head in my hands.

"Mmmm-wah!" Vanessa pressed her lips tightly around my cock and then threw her head back and off me, like a high-intensity kiss. And then she sat back on her heels, her bosom heaving up and down as she similarly tried to catch her breath. "Fuckin' A that was a lot of cum!" she explained. "I had an orgasm just sucking you down!"

It wasn't just from me. I could see the honey dripping off the fingertips of her left hand. But I wasn't about to question her sentiment.

She was busy scooping up spare droplets from her cheeks and chin and spooning them into her mouth when I reached a hand down to her. "Can I return the favor?"

Giggling, Vanessa rose up on her knees and pressed a firm breast into my open palm. Automatically, I rotated my wrist and squeezed at the firm flesh. She moaned into my grasp and then replied, "Well, if it'll make you happy."

"It will."

"Then by all means." She reached up with both arms and I gripped her hands to tug her to a standing position. But before I released her I brought her face to mine and speared my tongue between her lips.

Vanessa moaned happily and kissed me back with equal fervor, and then she swooned as I scooped her into my arms and turned us around. With one hand behind her shoulders and the other underneath her knees, I elevated her horizontally and then stretched her across the bed to set her down gently.

"Ooh, I like," Vanessa commented as she squeezed my nearest bicep.

"You'll like this even more," I commented as I stretched my torso across the bed and between her spread legs. And as I got my face settled down, I caught a whiff of the perfume she'd placed just above her trimmed bush. Damn, this girl REALLY came prepared.

I proceeded to wrack my brain and desperately remember everything Monica or Ellie had ever taught me. It's funny, in the past four months or so, I'd fantasized about having sex again from time to time. But those fantasies were always about girls sucking my dick or various positions I'd be fucking them in. I didn't fantasize much about cunnilingus, and now I was frantically trying to recall my skills.

You can't go wrong with the alphabet, and my slow tease brought Vanessa's simmer up towards boiling. But while she was squirming happily, it wasn't until I really began spearing her pussy with some power that her soft whimpers became full-fledge moans.

With sudden insight, I pushed Vanessa's legs back until her knees were pressed against those fabulous tits, arching her ass into my face. And when my tongue went down to the crinkled star of her asshole, rimming it, Vanessa just went NUTS.

She quivered and came, dumping honey into my face as my tongue trailed its way upwards to the length of her slit. Her legs shot out and wrapped behind my head, pulling me tighter to her as she thrashed on the bed in an obvious orgasm.

"FUCK YEAH!" she cried.

And then there was a flurry of limbs and naked flesh as Vanessa bounded up and maneuvered us around until I was flat on my back and she was pinning me to her mattress. Her hands were planted against my shoulders, and I just had to take those swinging pendulums into my mouth.

"Mmm, suck my tits, stud. Aren't they so big and juicy? Don't they taste wonderful?"

I could only nod happily. Meanwhile, Vanessa's hand went down and elevated my cock to a vertical position. I actually began trembling in excitement. It had been such a long time...

I blinked and then it was over. I was balls deep inside this voluptuous vixen, her BIG tits in my face and her pussy muscles squeezing me tight. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even grunt. My eyes just went wide as my brain refused to believe I was having sex.

Vanessa was vocal enough for the both of us. I watched through a haze of oblivion as her mouth gaped and her tongue waggled in obvious speech. Only I couldn't hear anything. Her body undulated like an incredible belly dancer, only with my baseball bat shoved up her twat. Her tits bounced and jiggled mightily, swaying in rhythm to an unheard beat while her torso elevated and fell steadily.

I wasn't doing anything. My hands switched back and forth between her hips and her tits. But basically, Vanessa was fucking ME. She was doing all the work. And while my brain was frozen and my ears non-functional, my cock certainly knew it was having wonderful, fantastic sex. The nerves down there worked just fine, and I was drowning in pleasurable feelings.

She thrust and pumped her body on top of me over and over and over again. I lost track of how many times her warm snatch surrounded my cock down to the balls. I lost track of how many minutes we fucked. It didn't matter.

I was having sex again.

And in the end, I absolutely erupted. I reached up and clutched Vanessa's body to me, burying my face in her cleavage and gripping her shoulders to pin her down tightly around my crotch. My cock was shooting lava in vertical spurts, splashing inside her warm slice of heaven. I never wanted to let go. I never wanted this feeling to end.

But of course, it had to. Eventually, the spurts reduced down to a trickle, but the trembling in my body didn't stop. My legs were quivering, and my arms still held Vanessa as tightly as ever.

After a long while, I felt the moisture against my cheeks. I also felt the vibration of Vanessa's tits against my face. Only it wasn't her tits vibrating so much as my head shaking. I was sobbing like a little baby.

Vanessa cooed at me and stroked my hair. She didn't protest at how tightly I was clutching her, but simply wrapped her own arms around me in a hug while her legs cinched in around my waist. We were melded together as close as two people can physically get.

The last thing I remembered was lying on my side, curled into a C-shape. Her legs were draped over my thighs. My head was pillowed on Vanessa's bounteous bosom as consciousness drifted away from me. She was gorgeous and she was naked and she had my cum leaking out of her worn pussy. And yet, all I could think of was how much I missed Ellie.

***

Something awoke inside of me in the middle of the night. I was spooned in behind a warm body, and my left hand snaked beneath her neck and was filled with the wonderful firmness of a very full breast. My cock was an iron bar. And I wanted inside.

Automatically, my left hand was grasping and squeezing at the tit while my right slipped between her legs from behind. I was just able to dip a finger into her honey pot, moistening the tip. And then reaching further across, I began rubbing at her clit with the wet digit.

She was still asleep, but the more I rubbed, the more she began to stir awake.

When she exhaled slowly and began moaning lightly, I knew she was ready enough. I shifted my hips and brought my hard cock up to her from behind. And with my fingers parting her nether lips, I slipped the head into her from behind. Vanessa gasped and began panting while I slowly pushed forward, the way Ellie used to love.

I pumped into her at a measured pace for a few moments, Vanessa still somewhere between dreaming and wakefulness. She was just a willing body for me to use.

Eventually, I got up onto my knees, straddling her left leg and lifting her right leg up to allow me better penetration while Vanessa stayed on her side. She moaned softly while I kept pumping in the darkness of night. I closed my eyes and gave into the feelings.

Sometime later I thrust forward a final time and held myself as I emptied my load into her. And then sleep came to claim me once again.

***

"Good morning, David."

My eyes slowly fluttered open. I blinked at the harshness of the sunlight briefly, but gradually I was able to focus on Vanessa's pretty face.

"How are you feeling?"

I didn't answer her question. Instead I asked, "Why me?"

"Because you needed it."

"What?" I didn't understand.

With infinite patience, Vanessa stroked my hair and softly whispered "shhhhh" to quiet my overactive mind. And when I seemed to calm down, she finally told me.

"I heard about your girlfriend. I'm very sorry."

"That's not a reason."

"No, but it was the beginning." Vanessa just kept stroking and speaking softly. "I noticed you when you first came to campus: tall, good-looking guy. And yet, there was a sadness that surrounded you. I dunno, maybe it's just that guys in turmoil are inherently fascinating. I instinctively knew that fate had done something cruel to you, and it brought out the... the... maternal instinct in me, I guess."

"What we just did isn't exactly maternal."

"Then forget the 'maternal' comment. I could sense your pain. And between my own physical attraction to you and my desire to somehow heal that pain, I went looking for a way to meet you. Kevin was the obvious choice."

"How?"

"He went to my high school. I remembered the little skater boy who was always staring at my tits. Well, EVERYONE was staring at my tits after my daddy bought them for me when I turned 16. But he stood out from the pack. I seduced him not long after that. I'm kind of a slut that way. What can I say? I love fucking." Vanessa laughed, which induced some delightful wiggles in those breasts she was so proud of. 

I couldn't help but lean my head into them, feeling the firm flesh against my cheek.

"When I saw you two hanging out, I approached Kevin with the idea of getting him to introduce us. He figured I wanted to jump your bones, and that psychologist girlfriend of his reasoned that you needed a good fuck to shake off your melancholy. I was only too willing to play along. Besides, I knew I had to get to you first before some of these other vultures moved in for the kill."

"Huh?"

"There were a few of us girls who were talking about new freshmen to corrupt. Sometimes we get off on seducing underclassmen. I called dibs on you, but my girlfriends will only wait so long."

"Wait, what year are you?"

"Me? I'm a Senior."

I smiled a Cheshire grin. "Hmm, my first older woman..."

"See, now don't you feel better?" There was a giggle in her voice now.

"Of course. I just got laid."

"Exactly! So maybe now you can learn that there's a whole world outside. You're young. You'll find another girl for you. Or at least, maybe you won't be so damn difficult when a girl just wants to fuck your brains out."

I mused on this. And as I lay back and stared at the ceiling, I realized that some invisible weight had been lifted off me. I'd been so convinced that if I did anything remotely romantic or sexual with someone that I'd be disgracing Ellie's memory. And yet, as I lay here, I didn't feel guilt. And I started to believe what Kevin had insisted, that Ellie would want me to move on.

But for all her sexual charms, Vanessa wasn't exactly my idea of a girlfriend. She was an absolute dynamite lover, but I didn't feel an innate romantic chemistry with her. "Uh, Vanessa, look. I'm not complaining and the sex was fantastic. But I don't want to lead you on into thinking-"

She shut me up by shoving a big tit at my mouth, smothering my words. And still with the big orb blocking further speech, she tsked at me and said, "I'm not your girlfriend and I don't want to be. Why does every guy think every girl is looking for a permanent commitment? I'm young, I'm gorgeous, and I like sex. If that makes me a slut, then so be it. I just wanted to bang you, David, that's all. Having the chance to heal you and reintroduce you into the wonderful world of lovemaking was all I ever wanted. And we've done that."

She pulled her tit away and then bent to plant her tongue between my lips. We kissed with fierce passion for just a few moments, and all too quickly she pulled away and left me breathless. "Maybe we'll do it again sometime. Maybe we won't. But for now, you should probably get home. You're rooming with your sister, right? You don't want her to start panicking, do you?"

I didn't answer, instead yanking her head back to me and kissing her with all the forcefulness I could muster. And this time I was the first to pull away. "Thanks. For everything."

Throughout my life, both past and future, I came to know a lot of different people. Some would stay in my life for a long time and build lasting relationships with me. And some, like Vanessa, were in my life only for a brief moment. And yet those moments dramatically shaped the man I would grow up to be.

***

Danielle was waiting in the living room when I came in. I saw that Nataliya, Danielle's Russian friend, was on the other couch. The girls looked up from their magazines, casually relaxed. Just another lazy Saturday.




The Book of David Ch. 03



"Soooo, looks like my little bro got lucky, did he?"

My blush gave me away, along with the sheepish grin. Nataliya grinned right back at me, relishing the innuendo.

"Hey, I'm really happy for you. I think that's the first real smile I've seen on your face since..." Danielle suddenly stopped. "Well..." Now she looked apologetic. "Sorry, didn't mean to bring that up."

"Hey, it's okay. I'm... well, I can't say I'm good with it." I sighed and briefly thought about Ellie's pretty face. But then the moment passed. "But I'm alright."

"Well, you're alright for now."

And then Danielle stood up and folded her arms over her chest, fixing me with a withering glare that she MUST have learned from our mom. "So, WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU LAST NIGHT, YOUNG MAN?"

I actually got a little freaked out and backed up two steps, staring at Nataliya, looking for reinforcements. But Nataliya's maternal instinct had taken over and she looked just as angry as my sister did.

"You didn't call. You didn't tell me you had a date. I would have been running around the campus calling everyone I knew if Kevin hadn't called me first!"

"Jeez, Dani. You're not my mom."

"No, but I AM responsible for you. If we'd been at home and you tried to pull this shit, mom would have had your ASS, and you know it."

"I thought that was half the point of going to college? No curfews. No need to inform the parentals of your evening plans."

"Yeah, yeah. But you still had me worried for a couple of hours." Danielle sighed and then opened her arms. Automatically, I stepped forward and hugged her with sibling affection.

We pulled back until her arms were straightened and yet still on my shoulders. I waggled my head trying to figure a solution that would satisfy her obligation to feel responsible and yet give me my college freedom. "Look, last night was just my first date and I hope to hell that there will be many more. Can you at least give me the overnights before you panic? As long as I'm back in the morning, you've got nothing to be afraid of. No worries. But if I'm not back by... say... 10am or don't call by then, then you have every right to go all righteous fury on my ass, okay?"

Danielle sighed and looked over at her friend.

Nataliya shrugged and nodded. It seemed fair. 

"Deal," Danielle told me. Then she hugged me again.

"Too bad," Nataliya said off-hand in her exotic accent. "I was hoping that I would be the one to reintroduce you to sex." She looked at me with a sultry grin.

My mouth dropped open and my eyes went wide. The beautiful blonde with the soft eyes smiled sweetly at me. "I am bisexual. Didn't you know?"

My dick reacted faster than I did. And almost immediately it was rubbing against Danielle, who was still hugging me. It was at this point that I realized just how thin Danielle's pajama shirt was, and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Nataliya wasn't wearing a whole lot either. I guess the sexual part of me really was waking back up again.

Quickly, I released Danielle, who didn't say anything.

Nataliya clearly noticed my discomfort and she turned away to start packing up her things. "Goodbye Dani. I'll see you later. Bye David."

When Nataliya was gone. Danielle took one glance at the tent in my jeans before turning back to her magazine. Meanwhile, I headed off to my bedroom. I needed a shower. But first, I needed to pee. At least my hard-on was going away.

My mind was still occupied and all was quiet, so I didn't hesitate before opening the bathroom door.

Cherys was standing in front of the mirror, fully naked as she dried her hair with the towel. Her back was to me, but I could clearly see her proud tits standing up and off her chest in the mirror, capped by hard nipples in the chilling air. I was very fortunate in that the fog obscuring the reflective surface only came about a third of the way down and was quickly evaporating.

Cherys jumped in surprise when the door opened and she automatically rotated her back towards me and held up her hands over her tits and crotch. But then the most amazing thing happened.

She stared right back at me through the mirror, and I watched her eyes widening and then focusing downwards, probably towards the bulge in my crotch. And then she simply dropped her hands and went back to drying her hair. Quite deliberately, she was letting me ogle her naked body.

It was all just too much stimulation for me to handle right now. And so after a few extra seconds of memorizing her nakedness, I backed out through the door and closed it, letting out a long sigh once the latch clicked.

Danielle was standing in the hallway not three feet to my left. She just shook her head and turned around to go back to her spot on the couch. "Fucking tease..." she mumbled.

I looked down at my hard erection. Fuck. This was going to make it REALLY hard to pee.

***

SPRING QUARTER, FRESHMAN YEAR (April 1999)

The next month flew by faster than anything and the weather opened up beautifully. The previous couple of months had crawled along at a snail's pace. Life just feels slower when you're depressed. But now I had an extra bounce in my step and everyone noticed.

After my "date", Kevin and Jen had wanted to fish out all the gory details, but I kept my mouth shut. However, my gentlemanly discretion proved useless when Vanessa filled them in on everything.

Speaking of Vanessa, we never did hook up again. She loved to tease and she loved the initial seduction, but those were her thrills and she'd already bagged me. A couple of her Senior friends, however, began to lay the seeds for their own seductions with flirty innuendoes. I was willing to play along for a little while and to be honest, I didn't really mind the occasional one-night stand purely for pleasure's sake.

And then came the strange phone call. My parents had finally seen fit to buy me a computer for school. Of course, I was discovering the wonderful world of internet porn on it when Danielle yelled at me to pick up the phone. I closed Netscape and found the cordless receiver. "Hello?"

"Hi, David." The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Who is this?"

"Oh, yeah. U, it's me, Elizabeth. I mean, E-Beth."

It took half a second to register. But when I realized who it was my entire day brightened. "Hey!!! How are you doing? How's your Senior year going? Man, college apps have to be done by now. You know where you're going to school next year?"

"School's good, school's good. And I'm actually going to Uni when I graduate. So I'll be seeing you around campus next year. But actually, uh, that's not why I'm calling." Her voice was filled with nervous tension.

"Yeah, yeah. What's up?"

There was a short silence on the line as I swear I could hear her trying to figure out how best to say her piece. "Well, I have a favor to ask."

"Anything. I owe you my eyesight, remember?"

"How could I forget? You were squealing like a little girl and I believe some of your shrieks reached into the ultrasonic range such that only canines could detect them," E-Beth laughed and I could noticeably feel her relaxing from her previous nervousness.

"Ouch! That's not a very good way to get me to do you a favor."

"Sorry..." Her voice was sincere, but there was still a quiet laugh at the end of it. And then her nervousness was creeping back. "Well, I was wondering if... and you totally don't have to say yes or anything... I mean, not if you don't want to... but I'd really like it if... I mean-"

"E-Beth. Spit it out."

"I was hoping you'd be my Prom date."

"Prom? Wow! Well, sure." The gentleman inside me kicked in just then. "It would be an honor."

"Really? Ohmigod, you have no idea what this means to me! I mean, really, you probably don't know. But... really?" I could hear the inner cheerleader in E-Beth as she rejoiced on the other end of the line.

"Yes, really. When is it?"

She rattled off the date.

I automatically glanced at the calendar. "That's the Saturday after next. Is it that time already?"

"Yeah." 

It was a good thing I didn't make any plans for that Saturday. And then I realized just how close she was cutting this. "So, just curious, how far down the list was I?"

"Huh?"

"How many guys did you ask before me?"

I could actually hear her silent confusion. "N- none... You were the first."

"Really? Don't people normally line up these dates at least a month ahead of time?"

"I guess. But I wasn't sure I wanted to go until just a few days ago. And then it took me this long to work up the nerve to ask you. I've never asked a guy out before."

"Well, now you can say you've never been turned down by a guy. I'll be there."

***

A week-and-a-half later, I was sitting in the living room of a modest townhome, chatting with E-Beth's father. I swear the poor man was more nervous than I was. I don't think he had very much experience with boys coming to pick up his little girl. As it was, he seemed more excited to know that she was going out instead of worried over how I might treat her. It was a far cry from Monica's father showing me his gun collection when I first met him.

E-Beth's dad even admitted that his daughter was fully dressed and ready to go right up until I rang the doorbell. Then she had run upstairs in a panic.

I smiled at the image and remembered my old friend. She was so confident and self-assured when it came to our academics, and she completely fell apart when it came to social interaction. We'd never been in the same cliques, but ever since that Chemistry lab we'd been on good terms. I never thought it would lead to this, a Prom date.

And so I still had the image of E-Beth from a year ago in my head. She hadn't been the kind of girl a guy would walk around and proudly show off: 5'6", a little chunky, plain face with ordinary brown eyes, and enough hardware on her head to seem cybernetic. But she was my friend and I was happy to be her date this evening. Maybe going to Prom with a cool, college jock-type might even help her reputation at school.

So I was pleasantly surprised when she finally came down the stairs. No, I wasn't just surprised. I was shocked.

This wasn't the chubby, acne-ridden nerd I remembered. In the past year, she must have lost quite a bit of weight. Her hair was nicely styled into an elegant updo with natural curls. Plus, her acne had cleared up and without her usual coke-bottle glasses, I got my first real look at her face.

Her dad whistled, "Elizabeth, honey, you look beautiful."

I had to admit, his assessment was pretty accurate. While her features would never land her on the cover of Maxim or anything, she had a pleasant face that now looked rather pretty with the right makeup. And the Prom dress she wore was light-years beyond her matronly sweaters and jeans combo that had been her uniform while I was still in school. The silky fabric billowed nicely around her hips and legs. And the dress had some sort of wrap around her torso to obscure the few extra pounds she still carried. But while E-Beth had shed some weight, she definitely didn't lose those pounds from her breasts. Her bosom was scooped up and pressed together in VERY nice cleavage, all the more on display with the scooping neckline of her dress.

Someone had realized her tits were her best asset, and I for one was quite thankful for the view. When I stepped up and presented her with her prom corsage, E-Beth blushed and nearly started crying.

"Oh, no you don't," her mom immediately began fanning her daughter's cheeks. She'd followed downstairs after E-Beth. "We just fixed your makeup!"

E-Beth composed herself, and then we were off. My parents were just happy to have an excuse for me to come home, and my dad had loaned me his new Volvo for the night. I loaded E-Beth into the passenger side and then went around to the driver's. Her parents waved to us as we left, immensely proud of their daughter going on what amounted to her first real date.

"Thank you, David," E-Beth said, the gratitude obvious in her voice.

"I told you, it's my pleasure," I answered with as warm and assuring a smile as I could manage.

When we arrived, E-Beth at first got nervous seeing all the other couples heading in. I found her especially staring at the golden couples of skinny cheerleaders and hunky jocks. I turned and whispered into her ear. "Take a good look at all those guys. One look at your tits and all of them are going to be so jealous of me!"

E-Beth laughed, and then I finally took her inside to make this a night she would never forget.

***

Several hours later, I was proven to be right. Many of the other students had seen E-Beth lose weight, clear her skin, and generally grow up a bit over the academic year. But no one was prepared for how stunning she could look when she really tried. Barely anyone recognized the sweet brunette, and more than a few students did a double-take when they first saw her. I even heard one couple ask their friends "Who are they?" when they couldn't immediately identify us.

Still, I had been friends with quite a few of last year's Juniors (now Seniors) and many of them were really happy to see me now. These were some of the same guys that made fun of E-Beth back when I was still in school, but now they were indeed jealous of me and kicking themselves for not seeing how beautiful she had become. She wasn't about to win Prom Queen or even compete with the most gorgeous girls at the school. But E-Beth had definitely graduated up to "I'd want to fuck her" status.

We'd been having a fantastic evening. The food was... ok. But we danced and we danced and we were never apart for more than a couple of minutes. There was the occasional conversation with old buddies of mine or her school friends. But E-Beth spent the vast majority of the Prom with her hands on my arms as we danced the night away.

I would have been floating happily away on the romantic evening if it weren't for my own constant reminders that E-Beth was just a friend, and I shouldn't make any unwarranted assumptions.

There was just one minor hiccup when we were leaving. Mark, an old football friend caught me as we were walking out to the car. I already had the keys in my hand. "Hey, Dave!"

I stopped and turned, and the guy produced a six-pack of beer.

"Want one for the road?" he asked.

My arms tightened and I swear that ice flowed into my veins as a cold rage took over my body. He was half-drunk himself already and yet he still caught my intense expression, blanching visibly in momentary fear response.

I held up the car keys and jingled them for emphasis.

"Oh... okay... guess not..." He backed off and started to turn away.

"Hold it," I stopped him. "Hey Mark, you got a date?"

He shrugged. "Yeah."

"You driving or you get a limo?"

"Driving, why?" The poor guy looked quite confused.

"Gimme the beer." My voice was deadly quiet and my words were a command. The guy was already handing me a bottle. "No, the whole pack." In the corner of my eye, I saw Jerry, another old friend and one who I knew for certain was taking a limo. "Hey Jerry!" I yelled.

"Dave! Man, what's up!" With his date on his arm, Jerry started over towards me. I grabbed the pack away from Mark and handed the entire thing to Jerry. "What's up?"

"Have a good night." I patted him on the shoulder while he looked weirdly at Mark.

Mark looked funnily at me.

I just stared Mark down, as coolly intense as ever. "Drive carefully," I warned him sternly. And then I grabbed E-Beth's hand and headed off to my car.

We weren't out of earshot when I heard Mark ask Jerry, "What the hell was that about?"

"Man, don't you remember? Ellie got killed by a drunk driver."

***

E-Beth was silent until we got to my car, and she looked really nervous as we buckled in our seatbelts. I assumed her nervousness was a result of my quiet rage, and the last thing I wanted to do was ruin a perfect Prom for her.

I let my hands drum on the steering wheel as I exhaled mightily and let the tension flow out of me. A second later, I knew I was fine. I turned over to E-Beth and said, "I'm sorry about all that. I'd really hate to spoil our evening."

"Oh, don't worry," she responded immediately. "I understand completely."

I waited and watched her. "And yet... you still look a little unnerved."

"Oh! It's not that, really, it's not that. Not that at all," she stammered. She was looking straight at the floor and I knew I was going to have to dig a little deeper with her.

"C'mon, then what's with the long face? I thought we were having a great night."

"Oh, we are!" E-Beth immediately perked up. "This has been the greatest night of my life!" And then as suddenly as she'd cheered, she dropped right back down. "It's just..." her voice trailed off. This was the E-Beth I remembered. Supremely confident in her academics, pathetically shy socially. Only she'd been perfectly fine socially up until five minutes ago.

"E-Beth... what is it? I don't have to take you home yet. We can do anything you want to do. Tonight is yours."

She looked right up at me and I could see the shimmer in her eyes. "You mean that?"

"Of course I do."

"Well you see, tonight's Prom night." Her gaze dropped back down to the floor. "And... I got a room at the hotel. And I was hoping..." Her eyes went right up into mine, communicating everything she was too afraid to verbalize.

I had to admit, I was absolutely stunned. Never in a million years was I expecting her to ask this. But I realized immediately that if I expressed that sentiment, it would cripple her confidence. So with my mind racing into overdrive, I tried to think of it from her perspective.

Shy wallflower all her life. Teased for her appearance and never made to believe she was a desirable woman. Now on the Prom night that's supposed to be the most romantic evening of her life, she was asking me to make her feel like a real woman. To refuse would crush her. And I had to admit, feeling her body and staring at her tits all evening, it wouldn't exactly be a terrible chore for me.

All that thought took only half a second. Still, maybe she saw the brief hesitation in my eyes and I could already see the tug of a frown at her lips as her hopes dimmed. But then I reached out and grabbed her hands, "Absolutely. It would be my honor."

E-Beth broke into a grin, buzzing with excitement. "I can't wait."

I moved to turn the ignition, but stopped myself just before flipping it. Instead, I turned and leaned across the seat, beckoning her to me.

E-Beth blushed furiously and then leaned to meet me. My right hand went behind her ear and held her head as I pressed my lips to hers. She blinked a few times before closing her eyes and melting into my kiss. I closed my eyes as well, and all that was left was the outpouring of emotion between our lips.

When I pulled away, her eyes were still closed and her lips puckered as if she was still experiencing the kiss. But gradually, she sat back upright and her eyes fluttered their way back to awareness. "So that's bodily fluid exchange..." In a daze, she touched a finger to her lips. "I never dreamed you'd do that."

"Elizabeth, that's just the beginning." And then I flipped the ignition. She floated on Cloud 9 the whole way to the hotel.

Twenty minutes later, I followed an extremely nervous E-Beth into the elevator, a hotel room key in my pocket. I was determined to get her to relax and enjoy the moment. There was too much anticipation built up for her. So the second the doors closed, I attacked.

She let out a muffled cry of surprise as I bodily shoved her against the mirrored wall and pushed my tongue into her mouth. Her squeal turned into a happy moan as I held her tightly in my arms and had my way with her mouth.

Her hands clutched my head and held me tightly to her until the elevator dinged and the doors opened. I glanced to the side just enough to see that we had arrived at our floor, and there were no strangers staring in at us.




The Book of David Ch. 03



"Elizabeth, this is our floor."

"Say it again," she panted.

"What?"

"Say my name!"

"Elizabeth?"

"Yes!"

For some reason, this drove her wild and she gripped my head and pulled my mouth to hers once again. And despite my muffled protests, she didn't let go of me even when the doors closed. And then I could feel us descending.

The next time the elevator dinged, we were back on the lobby floor and she let go of me so that we could at least appear presentable. An elderly couple seemed not to notice and they stepped in to join us. After pressing the button for their floor, E-Beth reached out and hit the button for ours... again.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps we hadn't been caught. And then when the doors closed and I saw my own reflection, I realized I had red lipstick smeared over my entire lower jaw.

The look on my face was priceless, and E-Beth couldn't help but start giggling. But eventually, we made it to our hotel room. The moment we got inside and got the door closed, she was all over me once again. Her mouth was plastered to mine as we stumbled along towards the king-sized bed and I struggled to get my tuxedo jacket off.

She sat me on the foot of the bed and demanded, "Say it again!"

"Elizabeth," I stated in a firm, baritone voice.

"Yes!" She was in the middle of a squirming frenzy as she pulled the shoulder straps of her dress down and reached behind her to get to the hidden zipper.

"What's the deal with your name?"

"You always called me E-Beth. But tonight, just after you kissed me in the car, you called me Elizabeth. It's the sexiest thing that's ever come out of your mouth."

"Aw, I kinda liked the E-Beth nickname," I deadpanned. I was trying not to lose myself to my arousal as she managed to loosen the dress and tug it down to her feet, leaving her wearing some sort of über-corset and bustier that finally told me what sort of engineering had been required to support her fabulous cleavage.

Elizabeth smiled and looked up at me while she tried to free her legs from the puddling dress. "That's fine with me too. Outside. But when it's just us, please call me Elizabeth."

"Absolutely... Elizabeth."

At last, she was free of the dress and wearing nothing but her lingerie. Her white stockings were held up by garters and a belt. And in the corset she looked like a sultry goddess.

Elizabeth stepped forward and began with my tie, loosening it and tossing it off to the side. The buttons of my shirt were next, and once she pulled it off my shoulders, I managed to whip my own undershirt over my head.

"Mmm..." Elizabeth moaned as she reached up and squeezed at my pecs with both hands. "I've wanted to do this for years..."

I cupped her face with both of my hands and pulled her to me. This was the kissing I'd half-forgotten, High School kissing as if there were nothing better in the world.

But then my hormones kicked in and I just didn't want to wait any longer. I got up from the bed and then still clad in my trousers, I turned Elizabeth around and sat her in my place. I knelt on the floor and pulled off her heels first. Then I reached up to unsnap her garters. When the strap came away from her thigh, I leaned down and planted a firm kiss on the exposed flesh.

Elizabeth trembled, and then in a worried voice she asked, "They're not too big, are they? My thighs?"

"You are so sexy, Elizabeth. I love your legs." And then I kissed it again. And I continued around until both stockings were free. As I tugged the thin material down her legs, slowly revealing more and more creamy flesh, I peppered her skin with more kisses. Finally, both legs were bare to my touch.

And then it was time to attack the center of her core.

Elizabeth squirmed in nervous anticipation as I urged her to lean back. And while she lifted her butt up, I pulled her white panties down and off. A completely shaved pussy greeted me, already wet with moisture.

At the inquisitive look on my face, Elizabeth blushed. "I- I wanted to trim it. But I wasn't sure how much so I just ended up shaving everything off." Her eyes looked warily into mine. "Do- do you like it?"

"Love it," I answered before leaning in and swiping my tongue along her slit from the bottom all the way up.

Elizabeth gasped as her eyes bugged open and her legs spread even wider to give me access. Her hips bucked up a foot off the bed, nearly banging me in the face. "Holy SHIT!"

I chuckled to myself. "Has anyone ever done something like that to you?"

"Gawd, I'd never even been kissed on my face lips!"

I let a predatory grin take over my face. "Then Elizabeth, let me blow your mind."

By the time I was done, Elizabeth's mind was appropriately blown. Her first climax came less than a minute after I began eating her out. She was so keyed up from most of the evening that she was primed to explode right away.

Her second climax came shortly after. For that one, she mustered the strength to thrust her hips up and off the bed, forcing me to bring up both hands and pin her legs down lest she snap my neck.

After the third, Elizabeth collapsed into a puddle of jello. Her limbs lay limp and skewed out to the side at awkward angles, and her head lolled back and forth while a light trail of drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. The poor girl looked like she could barely breathe.

Well, I'd seen this problem in movies as well. And what I did next was purely out of motivation to help relieve her oxygen deprivation. I took the corset off of her. Fortunately, I was able to access the very tight zipper once I rolled her onto her side, and as soon as the inflexible garment was off, Elizabeth's soft panting was able to turn into deep, gasping breaths.

It had a wonderful effect on her cleavage.

Unsupported, Elizabeth's huge tits were massive enough to cause some sagging to the sides. But despite the laws of physics, they were still very round and very firm. And when she again turned onto her side, the two fleshy mounds pressed together to form a very eye-pleasing line of cleavage that instantaneously made me want to thrust my erect cock into that valley. 'Someday...' I promised myself.

"Oh, David..." she managed to creak. "Cunnilingus: the oral stimulation of the vulva or clitoris. Good lord, the definition does NOT do it justice. What did you do to me?"

"Like it?"

She nodded in her delirium.

"Well, I guess I should keep going, then."

"NO!!!" She wailed, putting her hands in front of her crotch to block my access. "Give a girl a break. I'm not used to this."

I smiled. "Next time, then."

Her face lit up when I said that. And still panting, she spread her legs to the sides. "Please, come... fuck me... I don't want to be a virgin anymore."

My cock was rock hard and eager. I shucked my pants and shorts, and finally we were both completely naked. I started climbing onto the bed.

"Wait..." Elizabeth held up one hand and then gestured to the side table. "My purse."

I moved over, grabbed it, and brought it to her. Meanwhile, she got herself more comfortably situated with some pillows beneath her head. And when I brought her the purse, she opened it and quickly pulled out a ribbon of foil packets.

My face dropped just a little at seeing the condoms.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I didn't have much time to plan this."

The last thing I wanted to do was make her feel bad on this night. So I quickly reassured her, "No, no need to apologize. It's just... I've never used one of these."

"Then it's a first for both of us."

I took a packet from her hand while she dropped the rest of them onto the nightstand. It took me a second to find out how to open the thing, and then another two seconds to decide which direction to put the thing on. But at last I got my dick sheathed and now I was looking for a different kind of sheathing.

I leaned over Elizabeth to kiss her again. She held my head and planted the kind of liplock on me that you never really forget. I moved on instinct, feeling her legs on either side of me while I moved my torso into position. And we were still kissing when the fat head of my cock began pressing at the folds of her pussy lips.

Elizabeth gasped and threw her head back against the pillow. Her eyes were open but unseeing, all her focus turned inwards to the sensations overwhelming her body. She looked like an angel, with her long, dark hair haloed around her head.

I leaned in and pressed down, fitting the head of my cock into her folds where came to her barrier. I smiled. "My first cherry," I told her.

"I'm very glad I'm your first," she answered. And then her eyes went down to look between our bodies. "I can't believe we're going to have sex."

My dick throbbed with desire to get even deeper. "There's a lot more to it."

She gritted her teeth and kept staring down. "Do it."

I bucked my hips, breaking through in one powerful thrust and sending a sharp cry of pain from her. Her head was thrown back again as she squinted her eyes shut, and I saw a fresh tear bubbling in one corner. But as quickly as she shrieked she stopped, and then her eyes were back down between our bodies

I lifted my torso to let her look, and all that was visible was my own crotch pressed tightly against hers. She was panting softly, and her shoulders were tight.

I leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead, which was beading just a bit with sweat. I wasn't experienced with this at all, and had no idea how long I should remain still. Elizabeth was extremely tight, but between my idleness and the deadened sensation through the condom, I wasn't in any danger of popping off just yet.

At last, her shoulders relaxed, and she let her head fall back to the pillow once again. "Okay... I'm okay. Go ahead."

Slowly, I withdrew until I had almost entirely exited her body. We both looked down and could see the red streaks of her virginity. But rather than disgust us, the sight produced a sense of happy fulfillment. And when I pushed my way back inside, Elizabeth just gasped at the pleasurable feelings shooting through her body.

"Oh, David. Fuck me..." she gasped quietly. "Fuck me..."

We stared right into each other's eyes the whole time. And when my climax came, Elizabeth actually started crying as she watched the emotions fluttering across my face and felt the power of our connection to each other.

Her legs went up and circled my waist. I held my torso on my elbows above her. And her arms held my biceps while I pumped in and out of her body, spraying out my semen and filling the condom to its limits. And her eyes stayed locked into mine.

I had accepted this date out of friendship. I had enjoyed myself and developed romantic feelings. And I had agreed to take Elizabeth's virginity out of a desire to see her happy. Beginning to fall in love was just a bonus.

Her words had said 'fuck me', but I knew we were making love.

Vanessa had been 'fucking'. Monica had been 'fucking'. Only Ellie before had truly been 'making love'. But now I had found love again. I hadn't been looking for it, and in fact had resigned myself to perhaps never again find it. But in Elizabeth's warm body and pure heart, I realized that my life would go on.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 4 



The Book of David Ch. 04



-- CHAPTER 4: Chemistry --

***

PRE-COLLEGE (September 1999)

"Damn. You are just obsessed with my tits, aren't you?"

"Would you rather I wasn't?" I grunted and kept thrusting.

It's amazing what a person can do when properly motivated. In High School, while she'd never been FAT, E-Beth had certainly been carrying around a lot of excess weight. She wasn't naturally heavyset. In fact, both her parents were in pretty good shape for their age. It was just that she didn't care before. What did it matter? It's not like she was trying to attract guys. At least until she met me.

For some strange reason that I still don't understand, some simple kindness from me during her Junior year had given E-Beth the reason she needed to watch her weight.

She'd lost eight pounds during the last semester of her Junior year alone. But I hadn't noticed, and that had driven her to work extra hard. She learned to say 'no' to second helpings. She learned to stop eating when she was satisfied instead of continuing until the plate was empty. And she started jogging. Nothing too extreme, but the pounds began falling off.

By the day of her Senior Prom, E-Beth had dropped 15 pounds just through healthier living. And she was looking pretty good. She looked good enough and I'd had such a great time on Prom night, that when I got back to school, I'd brushed off Chloe's senior friends and even a couple of passes from Nataliya, Danielle's beautiful bisexual friend.

I wanted E-Beth. And I was willing to save myself for her.

We got together as soon as school finished and I returned to my hometown for the summer break. E-Beth and I went from 'dating' straight to 'committed relationship' almost immediately. Now, at the end of her last summer before college, E-Beth had become HOT. She'd lost more weight, she was down to a size 4, and she was loving it.

The best part for me? E-Beth hadn't lost much in the breast department. 34DD. I had some of her bras to prove it. And it was those heavenly tits that I was thrusting into right now.

E-Beth was flat on her back, smiling at me and holding her mouth open in anticipation of my load. Her hands pressed her cleavage together in a tight tunnel while I pumped back and forth, and I knew I was moments away from eruption. She was still inexperienced at blowjobs and sometimes couldn't get me off that way. But without fail, letting me fuck her tits always brought about a messy conclusion in quick order.

"Oh, fuck, Elizabeth. I LOVE your tits..." I was sweating with the exertion, but my body was speeding up. I pistoned in and out of her tits at a rapid pace, and then with one final thrust I let everything go.

We both could actually see the head of my cock expand before it began spitting wads of cum all over the place. The first jet created a line of semen from her forehead and down the bridge of her nose. The second splashed straight into her gaping mouth. And then her hand took over, jacking my shaft as she formed a pearl necklace around the upper slopes of her chest.

"Mmm... yummy..." she moaned.

I smiled happily. She really meant it.

"What am I going to do when we're separated at school?" I moaned. "I don't think I can live 24-hours without coming into contact with these delicious breasts."

E-Beth smirked, an odd look with her cum-covered face. "So I'll kick my roommate out."

I grinned. The old E-Beth would never have dreamed of doing something like that. But the new E-Beth was learning to apply her academic confidence into her personal life. I didn't yet think she'd actually have the courage to do it, but I appreciated the sentiment and was definitely happy we'd both be attending the same school.

Elizabeth's parents had apologized to her for not being able to afford a top private college she'd set her sights on. But once she and I began our boyfriend/girlfriend relationship, she'd been perfectly content to attend Uni.

"You can always come to my place," I offered. "We can try to out-orgasm my sister."

It was a suggestion I'd made twice before. The result was the same this third time. "I dunno... I'd feel kind of weird doing this around one of your family members."

"I'm just glad we can stay together," I told her.

She smiled and tilted her head to me. "You always get so sappy..."

"That's because I love you, Elizabeth."

She blushed and answered automatically, "I love you, too."

I was wrapped up in a warm blanket of contentment. It felt so good to be in love again. Ever since Ellie died there had been an empty hole in my heart. I'd learned to get used to that hole and managed to avoid thinking about it. But now, E-Beth was filling that hole nicely. "Did I ever tell you you're the first person I've ever said those words to? I never even said them to Ellie."

"Yes," E-Beth giggled. "All the time." And then she grunted. "Oof, you're getting heavy."

"Oh, right." I dismounted her chest and E-Beth took a few moments to breathe. She was such an awesome sight, completely naked with my sperm covering her face and chest and a previous load running out of her pussy.

"C'mon, let's get in the shower."

***

Despite having the whole summer, our times together were brief. I'd gotten a summer job and so I was out working just as often as my parents were. So my opportunities to make love with E-Beth were almost as rare as if we'd both still been in High School.

At least she'd gotten on the pill. It made spontaneous quickies so much more convenient.

But now we were winding down to the end of Summer. It was already September and we had just a few days left. And then I realized, the anniversary of Ellie's death had snuck up on me.

My relationship with E-Beth had been rewarding in so many ways beyond the usual boyfriend-girlfriend benefits. She'd given me a reason to open up my heart again, an opportunity I seized with a passion. All the things I didn't say or do for Ellie, I made sure I did and said for E-Beth. I'd made the mistake once before of assuming I had all the time in the world. I did not intend to make that mistake again.

So wrapped up in my new love I literally lost track of the days. And then that morning came.

It was raining outside, as September is wont to do. And the instant I heard the raindrops I remembered. My head was in a fog from the time I awoke to the time I went downstairs.

My mom saw me as she was preparing breakfast. One look at my face and she shut her mouth. I just grabbed my keys and headed out the door. No one questioned my departure.

This year, the anniversary of Ellie's death fell on a Saturday. There was no work to miss. I drove straight to the cemetery.

With the umbrella pulled low to minimize wind blowing rain into my face, I kept my gaze down around my feet. It took me a little while to remember how to get to her headstone. Once I got there, I realized I wasn't alone.

Cherys turned away from the headstone and peeked out from under her umbrella. I could see the tears streaking her cheeks from here.

Without another word I stepped forward all the way until I was underneath her umbrella, holding my own out to the side. I wrapped my left arm around her as she lowered her head onto my shoulder and sagged into my embrace.

I hugged her tightly while she continued to cry and I felt the first tears of my own begin to fall. Together and in silence, we paid our respects to her little sister.

***

A week later, E-Beth and I were pulling up in front of her dorm. She didn't have her own car and our combined belongings had filled my backseat and trunk to the limit. Personally, I wanted to get her unpacked as quickly as possible and then get us both over to the apartment I shared with Danielle and Cherys. We'd subleased it out for the summer, but that sublease was up and I would be the first to go back in. E-Beth had needed to arrive early in time for freshman orientation, but Danielle and Cherys were still back in our hometown for another few days.

That meant I had a big, private apartment in which to have wild, uninhibited sex. I wanted to get started on that right away.

I was lugging the first two heavy suitcases into the dorm while E-Beth followed me with her bookbag and a few other smaller cases. Just before we got to her hallway, I turned and asked, "What was your roommate's name again?"

"Amber. I told you that, right?"

"Sorry, didn't remember."

"Yeah, it was weird to me because I never figured they'd room me with someone from my own High School."

That stopped me in my tracks, just ten feet from her room. "Wait, Amber who?"

So she told me.

"Wait, THAT Amber? From 'The Heights'?"

As if on cue, the beautiful blonde walked out the open door and into the hallway. The extra two years of development had been very nice to her, and she was prettier than ever. She saw us immediately, and fixed something of a frown on her face while she looked at E-Beth. "Oh, hey. You're here." Her voice sounded anything but enthused. "I'd hoped to get all my stuff moved in before you got here."

I couldn't help but look her body up and down. At 5'10", with blonde hair, blue eyes, and her pretty face I was immediately drawn in. I'd said it before when she was just a High School Junior, she was the most beautiful girl in high school. And now she was my girlfriend's roommate.

Amber recognized my stare and barked, "What the hell are YOU looking at?"

E-Beth saw my gaze and mock pouted, "Yeah." She smacked me lightly. "What ARE you looking at?" I could still see the hint of a smile on her face.

Defeated, I just grunted and then trucked in E-Beth's luggage. Now I remembered why even though Amber was the prettiest girl to look at, I was far more attracted to someone with a plainer face and more beautiful personality like E-Beth.

One side of the room was already filled to the brim with Amber's stuff. I began by dropping off the bags on the unoccupied side and then headed back to get more luggage. By agreement, my girlfriend would stick around and start unpacking while I ferried the rest of her gear to the room.

When I returned for the second trip, I saw Amber directing two burly moving guys as they brought in the last of her things. She handed them each a twenty and then shooed them away.

When they were gone, she complained to herself, "What is it about those people? Are they required to smell that bad?" Her cute nose was wrinkled up.

Dammit I was such a 'guy'. The girl was a mean bitch and all I could think of was how cute her nose is. Either way, I dropped off the latest load and went back for more.

On the third trip, I found that Amber and E-Beth were actually having a decent conversation, talking about their upcoming classes and the various required freshman orientation activities.

By the fourth trip, I was done. Sweating profusely in the early September heat and humidity, I noticed Amber now wrinkling her nose at me.

At the same time, E-Beth came up to me and pulled me close. "Mmm... my big, strong man. Thank you." She tilted her head up and planted a firm kiss on my lips.

I was a little stiff knowing that Amber was standing just a few feet away. But when E-Beth leaned back and looked up at me happily, I just melted into her eyes. "Always and anything. I love you."

E-Beth smiled. "Come on. I can unpack later." She leaned into my ear and whispered, "Let's go have sex. Watching my big stud carry all that heavy stuff has got me hot."

My eyes lit up. Success!

We said our hurried goodbyes to Amber and then started walking really fast back to my car.

E-Beth buckled herself in while remarking, "Well, she may have the hot bod, but I'm the one going off to get laid with a handsome hunk!"

"Hey! Who says she's the one with the hot bod?" I reached over and copped a feel of E-Beth's big left tit. And I wasn't even kidding. With her slimmed down look and big rack, I knew my girlfriend would be turning her share of heads as well.

"Stop that!" she slapped my hand away from her boob. "Now focus. Every second you waste is one more second before you get me naked."

***

FALL QUARTER, SOPHOMORE YEAR (September 1999)

It was the first Saturday and I was standing in the living room, dressed in my cleanest pair of jeans and a casual top. My new classes were alright and I was quickly adjusting to the college routine my second time through.

"Dinner's at six-thirty," Nataliya called after me before turning back to Leslie.

"Hey! That's my line!" Danielle teased from across the room.

Cherys walked over from two feet away and hugged me tightly, pressing her ample chest against my arm. "Well, sometimes everyone wants to feel like a big sister..." There was a hint of sorrowful emotion in her voice, but then she was all smiles. And she turned to face my girlfriend. "Bring him back in one piece."

E-Beth promised and then we were out the door and on our way to a typical college Saturday afternoon date... which usually meant making out in her dorm room while her roommate went out to hang with her rich friends.

When we were out of earshot, E-Beth squeezed my hand and sighed. "I can't decide if I'm happy you've got them looking out for you or if I should be jealous of all the hot women you hang out with. Good lord, look at Cherys' body. How could I possibly compete with that?"

"They're lesbians, remember?"

"Not all of them. Some of them like cock from time to time and I worry that they want yours," she sighed.

"Just remember, I love you. And while the male in me admits that hanging out with them whets my sexual appetite, I always come to you for supper time."

E-Beth smiled and pecked my cheek without breaking stride. "You are sooo getting lucky tonight."

***

I leaned my forehead down and E-Beth pressed hers against mine. The sun was coming down on another Friday evening. E-Beth wanted to get her homework done early, so I would be going home unfucked for this particular Friday. I didn't mind. I knew the delay only meant that E-Beth would make it up to me in a very energetic manner.

"Mmm... I'll see you tomorrow?" I said.

"You'd better not be late. The new exhibit opens at 10am and I do NOT want to be late!" E-Beth poked me in the chest.

"Oww..." I said in mock pain while rubbing my chest. And then I reached for the door to let myself out.

"How do you do that?" Amber cut in from her spot at the desk. She'd recently dumped her latest 2-week boyfriend and was spending her Friday night miserable and alone.

"Do what?" E-Beth asked.

"Get a cute guy to be... well... like him?" Amber sighed. "All the guys just want to grab at my breasts." Amber shook her chest, showing off some prodigious melons that looked too big and too round for her slender body.

E-Beth looked down and hefted her even bigger tits. "I know what you mean."

"But MY guys never want to go to the museum with me," Amber complained. "None of my dates would ever go home on a Friday night without trying to get into my pants. They all just want to fuck me and then go home."

Then Amber screwed up her face and looked at me. "What's wrong with you? You're not secretly a faggot or something, are you?"

She said it with such vehemence that I didn't even bother to answer. Amber had a lot to learn about guys. I just rolled my eyes. "I'll pick you up tomorrow," I said warmly to E-Beth.

***

FINALS (December 1999)

"Gawd damn I hate finals."

"I hear you, man," Jen groaned.

This last one had totally kicked my ass, and after three hours of fighting the clock in a desperate attempt to at least FINISH the damn thing, I was completely exhausted. The entire first quarter had flown by just as fast, and I felt like I was at the end of a marathon trying to suck wind.

"Soon," I said with just a trace of hope laced into my bitching tone. "Soon we'll be done with all our general ed classes and be able to focus on taking electives that we actually LIKE."

"Maybe," she answered. "But 'soon' is not 'now'. So put up with it just a little longer."

"Yeah... Hey, thanks for all your help this quarter. I'm still not convinced I passed. But if I did, it's only because you tutored me."

"Don't sweat it. See you later." Jen waved and then turned about.

We had reached our intersection. From here, Jen split off to go to meet up with Kevin. I would turn the other way and slowly trudge over to E-Beth's dorm. Being on-campus, it was much closer to the academic area than my apartment, and it had become a comfortable hanging out point between classes.

After ten minutes, I got to her room and knocked. A few seconds later, Amber swung the door open. She looked unbearably cute in wire-rimmed glasses and her hair in a functional ponytail. "Hey," she said casually, then turned and went back to her desk.

Per usual, I glanced her up and down, taking in the tight outfit that showed off her fit body to maximum appeal. Hey, my ogling was automatic. And she was used to it by now. I hadn't heard the phrase 'What the hell are YOU looking at?' in quite some time. A second later I went inside and then closed the door behind me.

E-Beth had not yet returned from her final. I assumed she would be arriving any minute. As it was, I dropped her bag next to the wall and dropped myself onto my girlfriend's bed.

Amber was already at her desk, hunched over her books.

"What final do you have this afternoon?" I asked.

Amber got the cricks out of her neck and then swiveled her chair around to face me. She lazily slouched with one elbow on the desk and massaged the bridge of her nose with her other hand. "Bio. I should be fine. It's not that tough."

"Speak for yourself. I got a 'C' in that last year."

"Oh, it had better be easy for me. Otherwise I'm in the WRONG major," Amber smiled at me briefly. She was Pre-med. "You got a final this afternoon?"

"Yeah. But I don't think I'm going to get in any studying before lunch. I'm too fried right now." I let myself relax a bit. While I very much doubted we would ever be close, Amber and I had gotten used to one another's presence. I would always be around as long as I was dating her roommate, and it just took too much effort on her part to constantly maintain the 'Heights' bitch persona she used to keep people away. Yeah, she could still be rather snooty and condescending at times. But at least she wasn't sneering at me on sight.

"What final do you have?"

"Accounting."

"Oh, blech..." Amber made an ugly face. It was a sign of how comfortable she was getting around me. Early on, even if she considered me pond scum compared to her rich friends, she had to maintain her perfect appearance around me. Now, she could care less if I saw her more vulgar side.

"Hey, if you want your own private practice, you'll have to balance the books somehow."

"That's why I hire an office manager and a CPA. I can shove all the dirty work onto them," Amber said offhand.

I was just about to say something in response when the door popped open. "Good lord, why the hell do I even NEED to take English Lit? Everybody's dead and I don't CARE what they thought!" E-Beth stomped in and flung her bag to the side.

"That bad, huh?" I asked.

"Ohmigod. I totally FAILED that class."

Amber piped in, "Translation: 'Maybe I got a B... MAYBE.'" She rolled her eyes.

I looked at E-Beth, knowing that Amber was probably right. My girlfriend was just too smart to ever fail at anything. But whether she failed or got a 'B', she was agitated and it was my job to settle her down.

I held my arms open, and E-Beth immediately collapsed into my grasp. She actually purred as I hugged her and I could feel the tension begin to leave her body.

"Y'know, I get so jealous of you sometimes," Amber complained. "You found this magic button to de-stress. Just come home, get David to hug you, and all is right in the world."

"Yeah..." And then E-Beth's stomach gurgled loudly, making all of us laugh.




The Book of David Ch. 04



"C'mon. Let's get lunch a little early and then I'll have time to cram for my afternoon final."

"Sounds good." E-Beth looked over at her roommate. "Want to come with us?"

Amber glanced at her books and then at the clock. "Dorm cafeteria food?" her nose went into that cute, stuck-up pinch. "Thanks, but no. I'm meeting my friends a bit later."

"Okay." E-Beth got up off me and I stood up and stretched as well. "See ya later."

I hugged her to me. "Just a few more days. And then it's home for Christmas and two weeks of lovemaking you'll never forget."

"Men," E-Beth giggled. Our first quarter together had gone well.

***

The next day, I was coming home from my second-to-last final. Cherys was on the couch, her class materials sprayed out around her. From the haphazard pile, it didn't look like she was getting much studying done. I knew from the schedule that Danielle was out at her own final for the afternoon.

The beautiful brunette looked up at me the moment I walked through the door. "David!"

"Hey, gorgeous," I remarked off-hand. It was a casual comment I'd started making to her over the last few months. It simultaneously let me show my true appreciation for her beauty and neutered the intensity so she didn't feel like I was really hitting on her or anything.

Cherys just walked straight up to me and slipped my bookbag off my shoulder so that it fell to the floor with a heavy thump. Then her hands scooped beneath my arms and around my back, and she hugged me tightly.

With a moment's delayed reaction, I wrapped my own arms around her and patted her back. "You okay?"

It took a moment for her to squeeze me even tighter. I had to admit, the warm hug felt really good. At last she sighed, and released me. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just felt like a nice hug." Then she turned and went back to her books, a new focus in her eyes. "That felt really good. I think I'm going to make a habit of it."

"Anytime. Glad to help." I started off for my own bedroom. I only had a couple of hours before I had to meet E-Beth for dinner.

***

WINTER QUARTER, SOPHOMORE YEAR (January 2000)

"Damn it's freakin' freezing out there," I muttered to no one in particular as I stomped into the Sciences building. A cold front had moved in, and it was practically freezing on the first day of classes for the Winter Quarter. Then there was the half-snow/half-rain coming down and drenching everything in sight.

We were just getting back from a pleasant Christmas break, where I'd rapidly gotten used to sleeping in and not having any homework. I'd also gotten used to being able to spend every waking moment with E-Beth. Coming back to school after that wonderful time off and in this miserable weather was just cruel and unusual punishment. And to top it all off, my first class was my eternally hated subject, Chemistry. It was a general ed requirement for my Engineering degree, but one I'd procrastinated as long as possible.

The linoleum floor was a little wet so I had to be careful of my footing. So most of my focus was on the floor as I headed into the lecture hall. Now if you put a ball in my hands and give me a purpose then I can tightrope my way down the sidelines without stepping out of bounds and avoid tacklers all at the same time.

But when I'm not paying attention? I'm the biggest klutz in the world. And so it was that I managed to body-check the thin blonde I didn't see as I tried to get through the door.

"Hey!" she shrieked. I automatically reached out and grabbed her arm just before she fell to the ground, jerking her back until she fell against my chest instead. I caught her easily and then her stormy, pissed off face looked up at me. "Watch it, dickhead!"

"Amber?"

"David?" Her voice lost its edge. She looked up at me and I couldn't help but think how cute she looked. She wore a stylish little snowcap and her blonde hair was in two braids that fell behind her ears and over her shoulders.

"I'm so, so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I apologized. I felt the press of people behind us as more students tried to move into the lecture hall, and I started walking. Somewhat to my surprise, Amber followed along.

"What are you doing in this class?" the blonde asked. "It's mostly freshmen."

"Yeah, well it's a requirement for my major and a pre-req for Chemical Engineering. I was just putting it off as long as I could."

"Ah, I see."

I started down one of the rows, and Amber followed right along with me. I got to a good spot and then took off my winter jacket. She followed suit, and a minute later we were sitting side-by-side in the lecture hall.

I was still a little surprised that she was still with me. I'd assumed that in a primarily freshman class she would have plenty of friends she could have sat with. But then, no guy ever complains when he gets to sit with a pretty girl.

"So," she asked. "How was your break?"

Internally, I grinned. We had come a long way since 'What the hell are YOU looking at?'

***

I checked my watch. Wow, I was really early.

E-Beth and I had made plans to meet at her dorm room at 8pm. We both had group projects to work on for this Friday evening, but mine had finished ahead of schedule and I would just wait at her place until she arrived. It was far better than making the longer trip back to my apartment.

I fully expected the door to be locked. E-Beth was still at her group project and Amber would certainly have a date for this Friday. She'd been dropping hints about this totally hot and totally rich guy named Jackson for the past week. He was one of the guys in her circle of rich friends, and almost a year of flirting was finally coming to fruition.

So it was a complete surprise to me that the door wasn't completely closed. While the handle was locked, I was just able to tap on the door and it slowly swung open into the darkened room.

Hey, lucky for me.

Then a thumping sound caught my attention, followed by a muffled moan. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and then I saw two figures on Amber's bed, struggling with each other while tangled in the sheets.

The guy looked up at me and barked, "Hey! What the fuck?"

I held my hands up. "Oh, sorry, so sorry. I didn't know you guys were in here!" I stammered and started backing away.

Then I heard a distinct male voice yell in pain "Oww!", which was closely followed by a high-pitched female voice shrieking, "DAVID!"

My instincts kicked in, Amber's tone was that of urgent desperation. I immediately reached out and flipped the light switch.

Soon, everything was illuminated. The guy, Jackson I assumed, was holding up his hand which was bleeding. He had Amber pinned beneath him, her blouse torn and one breast spilled out of her bra as she tried to shake herself free. "GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" she screamed.

Jackson just looked at his bleeding hand and then glared back down at her. "You stupid bitch!" He raised his other hand to strike her while she whimpered and flinched to brace herself for the blow.

It never came. I grabbed his outstretched arm with both hands and violently pulled him off the bed to fall to a heap on the floor. And once I got myself standing between Amber and him, I just glared down, daring him to get back up.

"What the fuck's your problem?" He yelled at me. "That's fucking assault! I'll sue you and your parents and take your fucking home and turn it into a fucking parking lot! Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah," I growled. "You're the dumbfuck who's gonna get his ass beat if you don't leave this room in five seconds!"

"Fuck you!"

"NOW!" I bellowed.

He winced and held up his hands. "Alright, alright. Fucking cunt isn't worth it anyways." He got up and dusted himself off. "I'm still going to fucking sue you." He pointed his finger in my face.

I rolled my eyes again, then grabbed his finger and twisted it back painfully. I'm not a fighter, but even an idiot can grab a finger waggling in his face.

"Oww! Oww! FUCK! Alright, alright!"

I let him go.

"You're done Amber." Jackson swaggered as he fixed up his designer clothes. "All the guys? None of them will touch you with a ten-foot pole. My folks got connections. You're on the fucking black list now, you stuck-up frigid bitch!"

"OUT!" I shouted once more.

And then he was gone.

At last I turned to Amber, who was huddled against the wall with her eyes darting back and forth. She'd fixed her clothes, but her hair was a mess and her tears were streaking her makeup.

On instinct, I went to hug her, but she shrank away from me. I held my hands up and backed away. "What happened?" I asked softly.

"He wanted to..." she choked up. I didn't have to guess the rest. She just swiveled her eyes up to me. "He grabbed my tits. All the guys want to grab my tits. Didn't bother to kiss me or get me turned on or anything. I wasn't really ready yet."

"Well he has no right to force you."

Amber whimpered and then started shaking. "You don't get it. I'm the one who fucked up. Girls don't say 'no' to Jackson. He's the social king around here. He's got all the connections and if you want to be in the social elite, you've got to be on his good side."

"And what's so great about being in the social elite?"

Amber shivered and then looked at me, her blue eyes brilliant against the deep black of her running mascara. Her mouth moved up and down a few times before she whispered, "I don't know."

Just then, the door opened again and E-Beth looked down at us. "Ohmigod? What happened?"

***

Two of Amber's so-called best friends and most of the guys sided with Jackson. Their clique had rules: the girls put out and the guys showered them with expensive baubles. After twenty years of expensive vacations and lavish beachfront homes, they'd get traded-in for a younger model but get a nice alimony payment.

Perhaps for the first time in her life, Amber decided that wasn't the way she wanted to live the rest of her life.

"It's your fault," she told me one day when we were all in the girls' dorm room.

"Why?" I wondered.

"You made me realize that a guy could love me for who I was inside, not how I looked outside or how much money my daddy has."

E-Beth had hugged her roommate immediately. "You're growing up, Amber."

Amber was a lot nicer to me after that.

***

FINALS (March 2000)

"Wow, you're really good at this."

"You can do this, too. You're smarter than you think."

I snorted. "Nah, I'm just a dumb ape. If it weren't for you helping me, there's no way I would pass this class. Just ask E-Beth. I wouldn't have passed High School Chemistry if it wasn't for her."

"Hey, you don't give yourself enough credit. A dumb ape would only think of food and sex. You've managed to keep your paws off me this long." Amber leaned in and wiggled her chest at me.

"Mmm, ape is hungry. Mmm, ape likes looking at breasts..." I growled in an appropriately dumb voice.

Amber rolled her eyes and punched my shoulder. "Stop that."

"Hey!" E-Beth yelled from her desk. "Stop flirting with my boyfriend!" It was a playful tease on her voice.

Amber and I looked over from our spots at Amber's desk, where we were both cramming for our Chemistry final. Amber protested, "I'm not flirting... not REALLY..." She'd been flirting with me ever since the Jackson incident. "Oh, speaking of which, I want you guys to meet Randall."

"Randall?" E-Beth immediately dragged her chair closer to us. "Who's RANDALL?" she asked in her intrigued-rumor-mill voice.

"Just a guy..." Amber drawled. "I've seen him a couple of times."

"He try to grab your tits every time he sees you?" I asked while obviously ogling Amber's chest.

"No!!!" Amber retorted. "Well, maybe... But he's discreet about it. I think he's the kind of guy who'd even take me to the museum..."

"Wow," E-Beth whistled. "Sounds like a keeper."

"Well, I told him to meet me at the dining hall for dinner. I need to get the friend approvals."

"Hmm..." E-Beth wondered. Amber had dated a few guys over the course of the year, but this was the first one she wanted us to meet. "The dining hall? Thought you didn't eat there..."

"Yeah, well... the food's not THAT bad..."

Half-an-hour later, Kevin, Jen, E-Beth, and I joined with two of Amber's friends in the dorm dining hall. My gang and Amber's remaining friends were on good terms with each other, and we all wanted to meet the new guy. For a few minutes, speculation about 'Randall' dominated the table conversation.

And then the new couple made their appearance. They were both carrying their food trays and space was made to let them join. By coincidence, Amber was next to one of her friends and Randall was next to me as they sat across from each other.

Amber made the introductions, her eyes bright with eagerness. Randall politely said hello to the girls and reached his hand out to shake with Kevin and me.

I had to admit, the guy passed with flying colors. He was outgoing, charming, and pretty damn handsome. He even had the occasional snooty comment about his dad's yacht or how good he was at golf without quite sounding like a Jackson- type of asshole. Those elements might have turned off a girl like E-Beth, but I honestly thought he fit right into Amber's 'Heights' world.

By the end of dinner, everyone was relaxed and completely oblivious to the exams starting tomorrow. Unfortunately, Jen brought the subject up. "Well, I've got a 9am final tomorrow. We'd better get going." She turned to Kevin and the two of them got up.

"Later dudes..." Kevin flashed his hang-loose sign and they walked away. That pretty much ended the evening as everyone got up and started heading off.

E-Beth and I waited outside the dining hall as everyone said their goodbyes. Amber even leaned up and kissed Randall on the cheek before hurrying to catch up to us.

I tried not to notice Amber's nipples poking hard through her shirt.

Five minutes later, we were back in the girls' dorm room and trying in vain to get back into study mode. I felt pretty confident going into the Chem final, but I figured it was best that I keep reviewing the material.

Unfortunately, Amber was now almost useless. She lifelessly looked over her textbook while staring off into space, clearly daydreaming. Her nipples were still hard as well. So when I asked her a question about our shared classwork, it took her a few seconds to snap back to reality and blindly ask, "What?"

I glanced over at E-Beth, who just shook her head and grinned at me and went back to her own study material.

As if on cue, the phone rang. Amber literally pounced on it. "Hello? Randall! Hi!"

E-Beth and I just closed our books and looked at each other. There was no way we could study without wanting to eavesdrop on the conversation. For her part, Amber didn't seem to care. She chatted away for three minutes which ended with, "Now? Sure! Yeah, I'll meet you outside."

She hung up, and then turned to E-Beth. "He's coming now! He wants to go for a walk!"

Always the level-headed one, E-Beth warned, "You do know you have a final in a few hours."

"I know. And I'm ready. You KNOW I am. It's just Chemistry."

"'Just Chemistry' she says..." I grumbled jokingly to E-Beth. Then I turned back to Amber. "But yeah, you're ready."

Amber was already grabbing her jacket. Those nipples were rock hard again. "See you guys later." And then she was racing out the door.

"Hmm..." I wondered aloud once Amber was gone. "Did you feel like that about me?"

I never got a verbal answer as E-Beth launched herself into my arms, her lips firmly planted against mine. "Mmm..." I really enjoyed the kiss.

E-Beth pulled away breathlessly and said, "Let's go out, too."

"What? We've got finals tomorrow."

"Don't you think you're ready? You and Amber have been cramming Chemistry for the last week. Let's go out, have a good time, then come back here and fuck like bunnies! It's a surefire way to have a good night's sleep."

"I dunno..." I hesitated.

"Come on! When did you become such a homebody? We're in college! What's life without some spontaneous screwing around? Jeez, I'd think you'd be excited at the chance to get me horny."

"Of course I am!" I insisted.

"Then why haven't we had sex in a week?"

"I'm going, I'm going." I shut my book and reached my arms out to E-Beth. "Let's go."

***

We walked along, hand-in-hand, enjoying the spring evening. There wasn't much conversation. We'd gone through all the getting-to-know you material long, long ago. And we spent so much time together that there was no need to fill each other in on our days.

While I was very comfortable, I wondered if this was what people referred to as "The Rut". Had we gotten TOO comfortable?

At some point, E-Beth turned us down Greek row. Loud music echoing down the streets caught her attention and I realized we were pretty much walking straight towards the house throwing a party.

A minute later we were at the front door. A couple of freshman guys I recognized were trying to plead their way past the frat brothers guarding the entrance. But one look at E-Beth's V-neck sweater and the abundant cleavage spilling out, and we were waved through, E-Beth holding onto my hand tightly.

A beer cup was thrust into her hands almost the second we got inside. And after a moment's hesitation while our benefactor was staring at E-Beth's chest, the frat guy handed me one as well. And then we were moving inside.

E-Beth and I sipped our beers and wandered through the crowd of students desperate to get their minds off of school. We bopped to the music, exploring the different rooms while trying to decide where to stop and chill out. After touring the house, we'd pretty much emptied our cups and found fresh beers from the keg in the kitchen.

After the second round, E-Beth decided she wanted to dance. The music was grooving and the bass beat had my heart thumping. And so I began to let myself unwind and just enjoy the sight of E-Beth's smiling face and bouncing tits.

I wasn't her only admirer. Within a minute some upperclassman hunk began to sidle up behind her. To my surprise, she didn't mind at all.

E-Beth grinned at me and said something I couldn't hear over the music. But she actually began to bounce her butt back in his direction. Encouraged, the guy moved even closer.

I danced from a few feet in front while this chiseled hunk of a man got even closer to my girlfriend, and I had to admit I was feeling a little jealousy. But I held my tongue since E-Beth was enjoying the attention. I even felt just a little pride at how quickly my girlfriend had been noticed amongst the other gyrating hotties in the room. Besides, how much harm could he do while I was right here? 

I soon found out when the guy reached out and actually grabbed her ass in his palm. The reaction was immediate; E-Beth spun around and slapped his hand away. Her index finger came up and she waggled it reprovingly.

Undeterred, the guy set up a new cycle of attack and retreat, attack and retreat. He progressively got closer until she showed him some sign to back off, which he did. But each time he tried again he got a little further than before.

After ten minutes, he had E-Beth's ass pressed up against his crotch while they were pretty much spooning on the dance floor. Then his hands touched her sides, gliding around her hourglass curves from her thighs and up towards her torso. The first time he tried it, he didn't move any higher than a few inches above her waist.

But the second time, his hands scooped around and he palmed the undersides of her heavy breasts. It was a bold move. Maybe he just couldn't wait for the slow buildup any longer. But her reaction was clear.

E-Beth turned and slapped him, HARD, across his cheek. Her eyes were fierce and her lips curled into a snarl. He dutifully backed away and disappeared into the crowd.




The Book of David Ch. 04



I watched everything and then E-Beth returned to me, pressing her body tightly to mine and wrapping her arms around my head while planting a passionate kiss on my lips. And then, with her face only an inch from mine, she said, "Thanks." It was just loud enough for me to hear. "That was fun. But now I'm horny. Do you think you can take care of that for me?"

I couldn't pull her out of the frat house fast enough.

***

E-Beth's lips were still plastered to mine when we got to her room. And even when she pulled her head away so she could focus on inserting the key into the lock, my lips were nipping at her neck.

The room was illuminated only by the moonlight peering through the curtains when we got inside. In the shadows, Amber's bed looked empty save for the lump of her pillow and her rumpled comforter. The light was enough that we didn't crash into anything on our way to E-Beth's bed. And when we tumbled down and on top of her mattress, I paused from our kissing just long enough to moan, "Oh, I love you so much, Elizabeth."

"Love ya, too," came the quick response. "Now less loving and more fucking. Gawd damn I'm hot!"

Our clothes were hastily jerked off. And soon we were both fully naked on top of her bed. The comforter was haphazardly pushed to the side against the wall, and I slipped off the bed so I could kneel before the altar of pussy.

E-Beth was soaking wet even before I got my face between her legs. And her hips bucked at me once I got my tongue into place. "Forget that, honey. You're ALWAYS eating me out. I'm already wet and I'm ready to go. Now get up here and FUCK ME."

Obediently I scrambled back up to the bed and got my hips into position while E- Beth's legs wrapped around me. And then with her heels digging into my ass, she pulled me into her.

I would have gone slowly, pushing in constant pressure, but when E-Beth bucked her hips up again and yanked me down, she forced me all the way inside with one massive thrust.

"Aaahhh!" she screamed as I buried myself to the hilt. And then she lay back and both our bodies paused to enjoy the wonderful sensations. I kissed her lips and then went back to nibbling at her neck while my hands came up and began kneading at her big tits. My fingertips played with the engorged nipples and massaged the heavy mammary flesh, moving them side-to-side for my delight.

I loved this. Why in the hell weren't we doing this more often?

E-Beth caught her breath and then her hands began tugging at my asscheeks. She wanted me to move and so I backed away and started up a familiar pumping motion.

"Fuck me, honey... Fuck me and then fill me with your cum..."

E-Beth hadn't been a very vocal lover. But as time went on her inhibitions fell away and she'd been getting progressively naughtier. "Ooh, so biiig, David. Fuck me..."

I was thrusting at a pretty good clip. But apparently it wasn't enough for how aroused E-Beth felt. She grunted, "Mm, turn over."

So I pulled out and flipped onto my back. E-Beth quickly got to her knees and straddled me. And with her hand holding me upright she impaled herself on me once again. "FUCK!"

And then she was REALLY riding me. Her head tossed back and forth, sending her long, dark hair flailing in all directions. Her upper body undulated, thrusting her chest forward on each upstroke and causing her massive tits to gyrate quite distractingly with every downstroke.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted.

E-Beth was more revved up than I'd seen her in a long time. And let's face it, all she had to do to get me horny was take her shirt off. And so after a few minutes of rampantly athletic shagging, E-Beth was primed to blow. She was screaming so loud that I'm sure half the hall could hear her. And when she slammed down one final time and climaxed, her spasming pussy muscles took me over the edge as well.

"Elizabeth!" I cried. "Elizabeth! Oh, Elizabeth!" I screamed as I unleashed all my pent-up sperm. "ELLIE!"

She was yelling. I was yelling. And I was ejecting wave after wave of hot cum up into E-Beth's body. A week's worth of stored up sperm for a 20-year-old is quite the load. And pretty soon I'd flooded her pussy and it began leaking out around my shaft. I was already resigning myself to the usual question about who had to sleep on the wet spot (usually me).

But when E-Beth just collapsed onto my chest, panting, I wrapped her up in my arms and surrendered myself to the bliss of the intimate hug. I needed this affection, this physical closeness. And having it made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

E-Beth put her head down to my shoulder, and I let my head loll to the side. And then my eyes snapped wide open as I saw something I wasn't expecting.

Amber's blonde head was peeking out from underneath her rumpled comforter, hidden in the shadows. Her own blue eyes were wide as she stared back at me, and now in different angle of moonlight I could see the sweat beading on her forehead and her mouth gaping as she panted, trying to catch her own breath.

I'd seen the female expression many times; Amber was just recovering from orgasm. She stared right at me, a trace of fear on her face at being discovered.

What was she doing here? Didn't she go out with Randall? Wasn't EVERYONE expecting her to spend the night with him? How had I not seen her when I checked to make sure the room was empty? Well, maybe E-Beth's hand in my crotch had something to do with my distraction.

But I was too embarrassed to say anything. Instead, I just watched her. And eventually, she pulled the comforter over her head, hiding herself completely. I turned my own head back up to stare at the ceiling as E-Beth began nuzzling her nose against my neck, oblivious to her roommate's presence.

As weary exhaustion overtook me, I decided it didn't matter. I'd deal with any consequences in the morning.

***

When I awoke, I saw E-Beth asleep next to me. I couldn't resist leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers.

She didn't move at first, but just when I was about to pull away her lips started moving and she instinctively began kissing me back. Moments later, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled into our kiss.

"Mm... I love waking up with you," I told her.

"Yeah..."

"Knock it off, you two," Amber whined from her side of the room.

E-Beth looked around me and saw her roommate still in bed. "Amber!" Then E- Beth looked down beneath the covers and realized we were both buck naked. "Uh... when did YOU get back?"

"Oh... last night..." Amber drawled, looking right at me with a twinkle in her eye.

"Aww... What happened with Randall?" E-Beth was suitably sympathetic. "To be honest, I wasn't expecting you home until later this morning."

"Oh... MY-gawd." The blonde sounded like the perfect Valley girl. She sat up in bed, showing off only the sheer pajama top that did little to hide her bosomy curves.

"What?" My girlfriend was immediately curious. And without any further shame she slipped halfway out of the bed, revealing her own naked torso and heavy breasts swinging like pendulums. She managed to grab a school T-shirt and immediately began pulling it on.

Amber ogled E-Beth's swinging tits for just a moment before launching into her girlish tirade. "Let me tell you! So I'm feeling all lovey-dovey and more than a little randy. He takes me on this sweet walk across campus, stopping by these fountains and sculptures and telling me some of the history behind the school that I never stopped to learn. He's totally Prince Charming and I'm getting really wet between my legs, right?"

"Okay..." E-Beth was sitting up in bed, now covered with her shirt and oblivious to my not-so-subtle gestures asking her to find me my pants.

Amber rolled on. "So we get back to his place, and he's got this big house just off-campus. Nice furniture, big TV, kind of a bachelor pad, but cool, you know?"

"Sounds perfect. What went wrong?"

"He's got a GIRLFRIEND."

"No!" E-Beth's shocked voice dropped two octaves.

"So Randall and I are getting hot and heavy, we're making out and he's got my bra clasp undone. Then he asks if I want to see the bedroom. I agree, and his fucking girlfriend is in bed, wearing nothing but skimpy lingerie!"

"You're kidding me!"

"No! He fucking brought me back to have a threesome with her!"

"So what did you do?"

"I slapped him and ran! What did you think I would do?"

"Come on," E-Beth now teased. "Weren't you just a little bit tempted?"

Amber blushed and looked straight at the floor. "Well... yeah... you know me." Amber's eyes were wild and her nipples were hard once again.

E-Beth blushed. "Yeah, I do..."

"But that's not the point!" Amber continued. "If he'd just been HONEST up front, I might've done it. If you want a threesome, don't just spring it as a surprise! Like 'Hello! Meet my girlfriend! Do you wanna fuck us?'"

"I'll file that away for future reference," I deadpanned. "Now can I get my pants?"

E-Beth snapped out of her enraptured trance at Amber's story. "Oh, yeah, sorry." She got out of bed and headed for my shorts.

Amber was still wound up. "Ah, who cares? Not like I haven't seen him before."

E-Beth paused, confused. Not jealous, just confused. "When?"

Amber smirked. "Last night. I was already in bed when you two got home. You looked like you were a little distracted."

E-Beth looked surprised at the revelation, but not freaked out. 

Amber laughed to herself, and then got up and out of bed. "Well, we've got a Chemistry final in an hour. I'm heading to the bathroom."

"So... Amber?" E-Beth's voice stopped her just before she opened the door.

"Yeah?"

"I introduce my current paramour. Do you possess the desire to engage in a shared incident of coital bonding?"

"Huh?"

"Meet my boyfriend. Do you wanna fuck us?" E-Beth grinned.

Amber took a moment to obviously look me up and down and then a sly smile touched her lips. "Ask me again sometime."

***

Danielle was waiting in the living room when I came in. She looked up from her textbooks, no trace of panic on her face.

"Hmm, those look like the same clothes you were wearing yesterday," Danielle commented off-hand.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, so."

Danielle smiled at me. "So how'd your Chemistry final go?"

"It went fine, actually. I'm pretty sure I at least got a 'B' in the class. Couldn't have done it without Amber." I headed into the kitchen to start making myself a sandwich.

"Ah, yes. You and Ammmmber seem to be getting along pretty well." She looked up at me and smiled mischievously.

"So?" There was a challenge in my voice. I immediately realized it was odd for me to get so defensive.

Danielle just held up her hands. "Hey, I'm not saying anything. It's just that I remember her being quite the bitch, even though she was two years younger than me."

"Yeah, well maybe she was. But everybody grows up. She's actually a really nice person once you get to know her."

"And do you want to get to know her?"

I actually threw a piece of bread at her.

"Hey, squirt!" Danielle's 'mom' voice was back. "You're going to clean that up!"

***

SPRING QUARTER, SOPHOMORE YEAR (May 2000)

Holy SHIT that felt good...

I rolled off of E-Beth's chest, my cock popping out from her lush cleavage as I fell onto my ass. She lay panting and staring at the ceiling, streaks of cum splattered across her face while a puddle of white goo cooled between her breasts.

"You did it again..." her voice was quiet and she pointedly looked away from me.

"Huh?"

"You screamed 'Ellie'."

"I did? Oh I'm sorry, honey. You know me. Spur of the moment, I'm trying to get out 'Elizabeth' and I end up shortening it. Doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah..." she sounded anything but convinced. And then she got up and retrieved some tissues to clean up her face.

E-Beth crawled right into my arms, her warm hug letting me know that whatever else was going on with my psyche, she still loved me. "So where is this going?"

"Hmm?"

"Where do you see us in... a year... two years... five years?"

I pictured everything and the words came easily. "Well, in a year, maybe we can get our own apartment together. In two, I'll be looking for a job close to the school so we can still be together."

I turned and kissed her. "And in five... who knows? Maybe we'll be married."

"Yeah..."

"A baby on the way..." I mused, lost in my fantasy.

We both lapsed into silence. Then E-Beth noticed the clock. "Oh, I'd better get to class." We were in the middle of the Spring Quarter, and E-Beth was just a freshman. There was still a lot more school before we could seriously contemplate marriage. But it was a nice idea.

Cherys was in the living room of our apartment, studying, when E-Beth and I came out. She tossed off a friendly 'hello' and then returned to her books.

I kissed E-Beth goodbye at the door and she walked out of the apartment.

I was still standing by the door when Cherys walked up beside me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She lowered her cheek to my shoulder and rubbed my back.

"Hey, gorgeous," I muttered.

"Hey..." Despite the warm pleasantness of her hug, I felt an indescribable melancholy settle over the both of us.

Cherys spoke quietly, "You said it again..."

"What?"

"You screamed Ellie's name."

"Yeah..." The turmoil in my mind threatened to send me into catatonia. I watched my girlfriend go down the stairs and head off back towards campus. "I know."

"David," Cherys said in a serious voice. "Do you love E-Beth? Or do you NEED her?"

I stared after E-Beth walking down the sidewalk. I didn't answer Cherys. I couldn't.

***

POST-FINALS (June 2000)

"I'm going to miss you, Elizabeth."

"Yeah, me too." She smiled at me wistfully.

"You guys are sooo sappy," Amber snarked, although not without a joking smile.

We'd come to the end of the academic year. It was June and it was time to move everything out of the dorms. E-Beth had packed up just about everything. And I had only two more of her bags to carry out to my car.

Everything was arranged, not that I was very happy about it. E-Beth had gotten a highly-regarded internship for the summer. Unfortunately, it meant she'd be spending the next three months in a big city three hours away, instead of our hometown. I was taking her to the airport with three of her bags. The rest I'd drop off at her parents' house when I got home.

"But hey," I said warmly. "In a few months, we'll be back here and everything will be back to normal, right?"

"Right..." she said, rolling over the heaviest suitcase. She sounded a little down. I chalked it up to sadness over our upcoming separation. I took the suitcase and headed out into the hallway.

The door was just closing when I realized I'd forgotten the second bag. I stood up the rolling suitcase and backed up, catching the door just before it closed.

I heard E-Beth's voice from the other side. "I can't break up with him." I froze immediately in the hallway, unable to see, but able to hear everything through the wide crack in the door.

"Why not?" Amber's voice had become soothing, comforting.

"It just feels... wrong..."

What was going on? Was Amber trying to get E-Beth to break up with me?

"Like... I'd feel... dirty, if I did it. I have an obligation to him. Before David... I... I was nothing. I was a fat, ugly geek."

"I remember. Well, more to the point, I DIDN'T remember you." I could actually picture the way Amber's head was nodding as she spoke. "But YOU made yourself the woman you are today. You and no one else."

"Because of him. He was the first cute guy to be nice to me. He was the first popular guy to even talk to me like a real person. I don't know that I ever would have gained the self-confidence I have now, or worked so hard to have the body I have now, if it wasn't for him." E-Beth's sounded so pained.

"He's a good guy. You've no argument from me there. But that deserves your respect. Nothing more. You can't feel... obligated... to be in love."

"But I am obligated."

"E-Beth, listen to me. You told me that he's already started to talk about marriage. And kids! Are you ready for that kind of commitment? If you don't feel as strongly as he does and you're not sure you ever will, you need to let him know. You have to break up with him."

"I just don't know that I could ever hurt him like that."

"You'd be doing him, and yourself, a favor. Stringing him along would only make things worse."

"I know, I know. Am I a bad person for feeling this way? I'm just finishing my freshman year at college! There are so many things I wanted to experience before I leave here. To try new things. To try... new guys! But... But what if other guys can't make me feel like he does? Gawd, the sex is incredible, Amber! We have an *amazing* chemistry together."

"There's more to life than chemistry."

"Doesn't hurt..."

"E-Beth... you have to do this. There's no other way. If you stay with him now you'll resent him for the rest of your life."

"I know..." I heard E-Beth sniffle. "Hell, he'll be back from the car any second and now I'm crying."

I was crying too. The tears were rolling down my cheeks listening to Elizabeth's pain. And I was the cause.

"Shhh..." Amber soothed.

"You know he never got over his dead girlfriend?"

"What?"

"Every now and again, when we're making love, he'll say her name. I mean, Ellie sounds like a nickname for Elizabeth, but I know that's not why he says it. When his heart goes into that... that place, it's her name that comes out. I feel like I'm just a substitute, plugging this hole inside of him." Her crying had turned into a full-blown bawling.

"E-Beth... you can't live like this. You've got to live your life, not HER life. You've got to break up with him."

"I'm not strong enough. I can't."

I stepped into the room and said, "You don't have to."

"David!" both girls shrieked.

"How much did you hear?" E-Beth immediately asked, blubbering through her tears.

"Enough."

E-Beth ran straight to me, throwing her arms around me in a big hug. "David! I'm so sorry!" She started into full-blown bawling once again. I just held her and waited it out. Amber looked over with a pained expression.

Eventually, E-Beth managed to find her voice. "Please believe that I care about you, I really do."

I looked down into her eyes. "But you're not really in love with me. You're not ready to settle down."

Still sniffling, she shook her head 'no', looking ashamed for not feeling what she believed she ought to be feeling.

"Isn't this supposed to be the other way around? Y'know, the girl wants a commitment and the guy can't handle it?" I tried to inject a little humor into the situation.

The joke didn't go very well. The tears coming down my face probably ruined the effect and E-Beth just looked even worse.

I didn't want to lose E-Beth. She brought me so much happiness and a boundless joy to our relationship. True, we were in something of a rut and true, we were starting to become an 'old couple'. But she had let me lead her on an adventure of discovering new love and I'd had the pleasure of opening her up to a world of sexuality.

But that was it. I was her beginning, her introduction. But unless I stepped aside, she would never learn what else the world had to offer her. I couldn't be her ending as well without denying her that chance.

And it wouldn't be fair to her. Because Cherys knew it, E-Beth knew it; even I knew it deep down. I was still haunted by Ellie. Who knows? If Ellie had lived, we might have even broken up by now. But because she had been taken from me in such a tragic and traumatic manner, her memory was still lodged inside of me. And in a way, my relationship with E-Beth had been founded as a rebound. That foundation couldn't be stable long-term and the cracks had recently begun to show.




The Book of David Ch. 04



I breathed out a long, long sigh as I tried to gather my bearings. Then I held my girlfriend in my arms and kissed her forehead before holding myself two feet away from her. "I'm sorry."

She looked at me strangely, not understanding. "Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry that I'm holding you back. I'm sorry for getting things so serious, so quickly. I think I kind of steamrolled you that way."

"It's okay. I love being with you."

"But you want to break up with me..."

"No!" E-Beth shrieked, and then threw herself into my arms. I looked up in confusion at Amber, who similarly was looking perplexed. "I don't... but I do. I- I don't know!" And then she was crying once again.

I REALLY didn't want to lose E-Beth. But I couldn't trap her any longer. If she only stayed out of obligation, things wouldn't work out in the end anyways. "I have to let you go, Elizabeth. If we are meant to be, we will find each other again."

She kept crying, sobbing into my shoulder. My shirt was already getting pretty damp. I held her away and she looked up at me through bleary eyes.

"You are beautiful." I ran my hand along her side and over the curve of her ass.

"Your fault."

"I can't take the credit. It was all you. You could do that for yourself, and you can do anything for yourself. Elizabeth, you should go out and do all the things you wanted to do, the things you couldn't do because of me. I can think of a couple frat boys you flirted with that would CERTAINLY like a second chance."

"But I AM happy with YOU," she pleaded.

"You're happy with me for now... But Amber is right. You'll always resent me if you don't break free. Maybe just a little bit, but it would be a crack in our relationship that would only grow and drive us apart down the road." I tried to be rational. "This is a great time to separate. You can go off to your internship. I go home to my family. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine." Outwardly, I was calm and assured.

E-Beth looked like she was about to accept it. She was wiping her eyes and calming down.

"Go, party, be as wild as you want to be," I told her. "If we ever get back together... someday... you'll know it was because you really wanted me, without obligations. And you'll know that I want you for you, not just to replace Ellie."

She launched herself at me once last time, pressing those delectable breasts into my chest and kissing me with a fiercer passion than we'd had in months. All too quickly, she pulled back. "Thank you, David. For everything."

Be careful what you wish for. You may just get it. And E-Beth and I were breaking up.

I managed to hold myself together until I dropped E-Beth off at the airport. She pecked me on the cheek and said goodbye. We both knew we'd see each other again the next fall. How would we look at each other? I didn't know.

It was important for me to appear calm and confident. If I'd fallen apart and showed any more sadness than my stoic tears, I'm pretty sure E-Beth would've caved and promised to stay with me, forever, rather than cause me pain. It would have been out of obligation, and it wouldn't have been right.

So I held up my façade, and we parted on friendly terms. I didn't emotionally crash until I got back to the apartment.

Danielle and Cherys were in the middle of packing. They were shuttling in and out of their bedroom, standing up their big suitcases in the living room.

Cherys remarked, "Oh hey, you're back!"

Danielle chimed in. "Just in time to help us carry these down to my car!"

I paused, at the very edge of my control. I looked at the two of them, still happily together after so many years, blazing green envy shooting from my eyes. "How do you do it? How do you find your soulmate and hold onto them? How do you know she's the one?" There was a hollow note of pain in my voice.

They looked at each other for a moment, obviously perplexed by my behavior. Danielle asked, "You okay?"

"Not really. Just give me a minute and then I'll come back and help you."

I walked into my bedroom and closed the door. Only then did I collapse onto the floor and begin sobbing like a little baby.

***

SUMMER BREAK, PRE-JUNIOR YEAR (June 2000)

"Can you believe it's already been two years?"

I glanced over at Nate, drained my beer and then chuck it in a high arc off the bridge. "Naw... feels like we were just here yesterday."

I wasn't too worried. That was only my second and I knew I had a pretty good tolerance. But I didn't reach for another one. Instead, I just leaned against my car. "How's football?"

"Good, good. Our starting quarterback graduated, so now I finally think it's my time. Of course, the coach tells everyone it's an open competition. But I know the playbook inside and out, and these freshmen are all flash and no substance. You'd better keep your eyes on ESPN." As if to punctuate his remarks, Nate's can flew off into the heavens. As expected, it went a good ways farther than mine.

We both watched the can sail off into the distance, eventually splashing down into the river. I was just starting to get to the maturity level when I'd at least think twice about aluminum beer cans in major rivers, but not yet to the age where I really cared that much. Nate was the first to break the silence.

"So, what's up? If you just wanted to hang out, we could've hit a pool hall. I'm guessing you've got something on your mind."

"How's Monica?" I asked quickly, still staring off at the river.

He took the abrupt change in topic smoothly. "She's good. We should all get together again, for old time's sake. At least, meet up for coffee or drinks or something."

I nodded. "And how are you two?"

Nate just started in on a new beer. "We're not actually together right now."

"What?" I was honestly shocked. "You two looked ready to get married when we graduated High School."

He shrugged. "College is a different world, man. But just because we're not together doesn't mean we don't love each other."

I screwed up my eyebrows looking at him as if his face had turned green.

"We've been keeping things casual. She sees other people. I see other people. But in the middle we always manage to find each other. She's just too damn gorgeous and I can't keep an eye on her when she's at her own school. Besides, all my teammates would lynch me if I took up permanently with a Stanford chick. Boning her from time to time, that's cool. But nothing permanent."

I briefly thought of E-Beth. "You happy with that kind of open ended relationship?"

Nate waggled his head. "Yes and no." He broke into a grin. "I gotta admit, man. Sometimes it feels like I've got my cake and I'm eating it too. I've still got a solid line out to Monica, and we have some really good times. But I can still play with all the gorgeous football groupies. If I become the starter in a few months, I'm going to have more pussy than I can handle!"

I chuckled and we both looked off into the horizon. The sun was starting to come down on this summer evening, bathing the canyon in an orange glow.

Then Nate's voice came up softly. "But you know, I got this feeling... deep in my gut. When the dust settles, whether it's in the NFL or just another day job, it'll just be me and Monica."

The handsome quarterback turned to me. "She's my soulmate, you know?"

He was certain of it; I heard it in his voice. And I knew that I didn't feel that way about E-Beth. We were good together. She made me happy. But I wasn't sure if she was 'The One'. Maybe she could be, but right now, she definitely wasn't. I had to admit, it made me feel just a little bit better about us splitting up.

"But!" Nate wheeled to me. "You didn't ask me to meet you here just to listen to me wax poetic about YOUR ex-girlfriend. So what's up? You got something to get off your chest? You looking for answers to your own pathetic excuse for a life?"

"Yeah..." I answered slowly. "But you know, I think you already gave me the answer I needed."

"What's that?"

I smiled back at him. "Plenty of fish in the sea."

***

PRE-COLLEGE (September 2000)

Same day, different year. But the rain came again.

I held the umbrella with my left hand and my right was wrapped around Cherys' waist. She stood before me, half-rotated to hug me and half-facing Ellie's headstone.

We both cried. It hurt to see her grave, especially coming so close after my breakup with E-Beth. And yet somehow, it didn't hurt as much as last year.

***

FALL QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (September 2000)

Getting through the summer without E-Beth was infinitely easier than getting through the Fall Quarter months without Ellie had been. I knew my ex was alive and well, and the emails we passed back and forth kept me satisfied that she was happy. The concept of these electronic messages was still new and I was still getting used to it. But I reveled in the connectivity email afforded me. And maintaining that connection maintained my sanity.

The Engineering internship I'd gotten for this summer, just before my Junior year, was a carryover from my previous summer. They liked me and they hired me back. If I kept this up, I'd have a good shot at a job once I graduated.

But when it came to friends, I found that most of my high school buddies had drifted apart. Yeah, we had some reminiscing to do. But for the most part, I was more interested in getting back to campus and hanging out with my closer friends.

So I stayed busy and got used to the single life. I went on a few dates, none of them really going anywhere. And then the summer was over and it was time to go back to school.

As usual, I helped Danielle and Cherys move their things back into our apartment. When I set down the last bag, Danielle patted me on the back reassuring me, "That's the LAST time you'll ever have to help us move in. Just think, next year you'll be able to go to school without your big sis hovering over you all the time!"

I groaned. "How will I feed myself?"

I was joking, but it made me realize that this really was Danielle and Cherys' Senior year. They would soon be gone, and who knew when I'd see them again. I took my time that day, slowly getting my room organized and spending a lot of time chatting with the two women. Yes, they were full-fledged women now. At twenty-two, their bodies had pretty much reached their zenith. Rounded hips and luscious curves had been fully developed, and the terrible concept of sag had not yet reared its ugly head.

Once I was done with my room, I stopped by theirs. The people who had subleased the apartment over the summer had rearranged most of the furniture, so we all had to rearrange it right back to the way we liked it. "Can I help you guys moving all that?"

Danielle stood up straight from the dresser she was trying to shove over and wiped her brow, looking at me oddly. "David, I do believe you're growing up."

I blushed, and started to turn away.

"Oh, hey, that's a compliment. Now get your scrawny ass over here and help me move this, squirt."

"And then this table could get shoved over there," Cherys called out from the other side of the room.

***

Of course, the first people I looked up upon returning were Kevin and Jen. Their respective parents, being hometown friends themselves, let the two get their own apartment together. I instantly knew I'd be spending a good amount of time at their place.

"At least till you find another hot girlfriend and start living in her bed," Kevin deadpanned.

We chatted for a bit, catching up. Jen was unusually quiet. And I finally asked, "What's bugging you?"

She looked at me, surprised. "And I thought I was the psych major."

"Heal thyself. Or something. You weren't doing a very good job hiding it. What's up?"

"Oh..." she paused. And then she reached into her back pocket and brought out a folded piece of paper. "I was debating whether or not I should give this to you."

She handed it over and I unfolded it, revealing the name "E-Beth" and a phone number. Jen elaborated, "She got one of those new cell phones. I can't believe that Nokia. It actually fits in your pocket. Well, if you've got big pockets."

I just stared at the number. Jen told me, "She's back in town. You should call her up."

I looked up. "You don't think I should wait until she calls me? The number to the apartment hasn't changed."

Jen shrugged. "Up to you."

We hung out for a bit, and then Jen invited me to stick around for dinner. She had a plan to cook more often for the two of them, a notion that Kevin absolutely adored. He wasn't big on dorm food.

"Kevin claims my cooking is the best he's ever had. Personally, I think he's just trying to get into my pants. So I need a second opinion."

"Hey, you make it, I'll take it," I smiled.

"Dude, she really IS good," Kevin promised. Turned out, he wasn't exaggerating. Dinner was delicious.

Sometime around 10pm that night, I sat in my room, staring blankly at my computer monitor in it's OFF position. I held E-Beth's phone number in my hand. She hadn't called me.

I tried to put it out of my head. I'd gotten used to not thinking about her over the summer. But now, knowing she was close by in the town somewhere, knowing I had an actual way of contacting her, was driving me nuts.

A low moan floated through the walls. My hearing sharpened, and then I realized it was Cherys' voice, deep into the throes of passion. I felt a strange sense of déjà vu. Just arrived back on campus and back into a shared room, of course they would want to express their physical intimacy. But whether coincidence or not, I found the girls' lovemaking to be just the tonic I needed to soothe my tortured mind.

Automatically, I stared at the ceiling and grabbed the box of tissues on my night stand. The vision of their two bodies came easily to me. And half in memory and half in fantasy, I watched them make love to each other in my mind's eye while I imagined E-Beth was riding my cock, her heavy tits bouncing up and down enticingly. E-Beth was spewing a variety of nasty phrases, ordering me to cum in her and fuck her harder, only it was Ellie's dirty mouth and naughty voice. And as I looked up, I saw Cherys' iridescent eyes and silky hair neatly framing her face.

I let my mind drift away, lolling my head back and reclining at my desk chair, my hips dangerously close to slipping off the seat. And when I finally came, my left hand and the tissues caught my release, even as I dreamed I was spurting heavy gobs of cum into HER...

Whoever "HER" was...

***

I overslept. Not the greatest thing to do on the first day of school. I barely had enough time to race out and stagger half-asleep into my first class. But afterwards, I knew I had a good amount of time before my 3pm afternoon class.

Kevin invited me to grab lunch with him, now that we were no longer on dorm meal plans at all. But I waved him off. "Sorry. There's a phone call I've got to make."

He nodded in understanding and tossed off a, "Laters, dude."

I got back to my apartment and went straight to the phone. Fortunately, the place was empty. I wasn't sure if I could handle making the call if either Danielle or Cherys were around to eavesdrop. 

It rang twice before she picked up. "David?" came the question immediately.

"Yeah," I answered, caught off guard. "How'd you know it was me?"

"Oh, these things have some sort of caller ID built into them. I programmed in your apartment, so this thing read 'David's Apt' when you called. So I'm guessing Jen got you my number?"

"Yeah, yeah she did." I'd had a neatly scripted plan. But after that little exchange, I'd completely forgotten what it was or where it started. "Uh, I was wondering if you had plans for lunch. It's been a while, and I just wanted to catch up."

"That'd be great." Her words were upbeat, but her tone was still nervously wary. "Why don't you come to my new place? We got a house over on 12th Street."

"I'll be right there."

I stopped at the mirror to make sure I was presentable. I didn't want to look unkempt in front of E-Beth. And then after a ten minute walk, I was outside a quaint four-bedroom house. It wasn't in the greatest shape, but it wasn't falling apart either and seemed perfect for a bunch of college friends. I rang the doorbell, and to my surprise, Amber answered the door.

She was just as pretty as ever, now twenty and starting to get accustomed to her young adult maturity instead of pretentious teenage snobbery. She wore a tight, pink polo shirt and a short summer skirt. She'd also cut her blonde hair shorter, well above her shoulders and with some long bangs brushed over to one side, framing her angular face quite nicely. "Hi David. You're looking good," she smiled, showing off a perfect row of white teeth.

"Hi Amber. You're looking great yourself," I answered with complete sincerity.

She actually stepped forward and hugged me. Nothing flirtatious, just a hug between friends. But it was a first for us. Amber seemed to stand there and smile at me for a second, but then she stepped aside and waved me in. "E-Beth's in the kitchen."

Amber closed the door behind me and followed me towards the kitchen. I wondered if she was going to stay and listen in. I supposed it didn't matter; Amber had been there for E-Beth's and my 'break-up' conversation.

I walked into the kitchen and E-Beth was just finishing up some pasta. She was casually dressed in a baby T-shirt and some loose cotton skirt, immediately drawing my attention downwards to her tanned legs. Her long, dark hair was held back with a light colored headband. Nothing fancy, nothing designed to impress. Just a girl being casual around the house.

E-Beth turned and saw me. "You're just in time." She pulled the pot off the stove and yelled, "GIRLS! Lunch is ready!"

A minute later, two of E-Beth's and Amber's mutual friends came in: Phyllis, a tall brunette, and Diane, a short Chinese pixie. They said 'hi' politely and then started digging in. There were five places at their table, and I started to wonder if I was supposed to get into this deep and meaningful conversation with three people watching us.

It turned out, E-Beth had no intention of starting that kind of conversation right away, and I wasn't about to bring it up. In retrospect, it was the perfect plan.

The five of us hung out and chatted over lunch. The four girls had mostly exchanged their 'what did you do over the summer' stories already. But girls can talk forever and the entire summers had not yet been rehashed. Plus, as the new guy, there were questions for me.

And of course, as the only one who spent the entire summer AWAY from their hometown, everyone wanted the scoop on E-Beth's internship.

"Ooh, tell us more about Jake!"

"Jake? Who's Jake?" I instantly asked, more than casual curiosity evident in my voice.

E-Beth blushed and hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with that particular subject in front of me. Amber flashed me a look, her eyes widening and obviously indicating that it was my duty to enforce the 'friends' agreement.

"Hey, I'm just curious," I told E-Beth. "We broke up. There's nothing to be jealous about."

"Yeah," Diane chimed in. "You told us last night you'd spill the juicy details. So spill."

"Jake... Jake was fun. But it was just for the summer."

"Was he cute?" Phyllis asked.

"Of course," E-Beth blushed. "Why bother having a summer fling if he's not cute?" She was starting to loosen up. I couldn't imagine nerd-E-Beth ever making a comment like that.

"How far did he get?" Amber asked pointedly.

E-Beth instantly looked over at me and then back at Amber.

"Psh, forget David," Amber answered, waving at me. "We talked about this. Just think of him like one of the girls. What, like you two have any secrets?"

As I looked back and forth between them, I wondered if this wasn't more Amber's idea than E-Beth's. But hey, it was their idea of therapy. And I was indeed curious. "Anything you did, I'm cool with it," I told E-Beth seriously.




The Book of David Ch. 04



"So did you sleep with him?" Amber asked.

E-Beth blushed bright pink and looked down. "Yes..." she replied, rather sheepishly.

"Was he any good?" Amber continued.

E-Beth smiled and looked up at me. "He wasn't as good as David. Not nearly as good."

All three of the other girls immediately started whooping, "Whoa!!!" Phyllis was giggling and trying to cover her mouth while appraising me in a whole new light. 

Diane asked me in a sultry voice, "So, are you seeing anybody right now?"

Amber scolded, "Back off bitch. I called dibs, remember?" Her blue eyes flashed over me in a clearly evaluative manner.

Everyone else but me was laughing. Now it was my turn to blush and stare at my plate. E-Beth just continued. "You know, big city, lots of parties. Even though I wasn't twenty-one, there were a couple of places that would let me in. And even if we didn't hit a bar, people would throw big parties at their apartments. We all traveled in packs, together, us interns. We met Jake at a bar. He was some hotshot investment banker, older man, nice suit."

"You didn't put out on the first date, did you?" Diane asked.

"No! I made him wait three dates and some really expensive dinners before he even got inside my blouse. You shoulda seen him. Poor guy was drooling over my cleavage for weeks. He actually came in his pants the first time he got my bra off!" E-Beth was now giggling and holding her hands over her mouth.

E-Beth was on a roll. Without any further fear of retribution from me, she kept going. "I at least gave him another shot on our next date. He was really romantic and determined to make up for his... uh, premature finish to the last date. We ended up drinking wine at his 11th floor apartment downtown. Now let me tell you. For a charming guy at 28, you'd think he'd have learned how to eat pussy by now, wouldn't you?"

The girls were all laughing and I found myself joining in. A part of me felt the awkwardness of listening to this 'girl talk', especially when they were currently discussing male shortcomings in the bedroom. But more of me was focused on the changes I'd seen in E-Beth.

The girl had grown up. Seriously, she was so different from when I first met her. Gone was the chubby, shy, teenaged nerd. She used to wear baggy sweaters to hide her body from view and stare down at the floor at all times. In just a couple of years, she'd become a healthy, fit babe wearing tight T-shirts to show off her tits and a skirt to show off her legs. Her frizzy hair was straightened out and pinned back to display a pretty face she'd grown into. The glasses were gone, replaced by contacts that at least let me see the deep brown color in her eyes.

In the beginning, I had made love to E-Beth out of affection and emotional caring. If I hadn't known anything about her personality and just randomly saw her on the street back then, I never would have made a move on her. But now, she was a beautiful woman getting picked up by 28-year-old rich investment bankers in the city.

I'd had her. But I lost her.

And yet, when E-Beth looked over at me I swear I saw some of the old sparkle in her eyes. Who knew? Maybe when she was ready to settle down and I was certain I'd shed the pain of my past, maybe we'd end up together again.

The rest of our lunch was cold long before the conversation ended. But that's okay. We college students had learned to live on tupperware and leftovers.

When the girls started putting away the dishes, I figured it was an appropriate time to leave. Phyllis and Diane had to rush off to 1:30pm classes. Amber just saw the way E-Beth and I were looking at each other and made herself disappear somewhere.

E-Beth walked me to the door, and when we got there I turned and let myself take a long, lingering look up and down her body. Long, dark hair. Pretty face. Outstanding breasts. Wonderful, curvy hips and long legs. She clearly knew what I was doing and she actually turned to let me admire her.

"Now I'm jealous," I sighed.

"Of who?" Her voice had a playful giggle in it.

"Anyone who gets to have you from now on. You are beautiful, Elizabeth." My voice was sincere and carried a rasp of longing. I was too used to being able to have her and I wanted her now.

She looked like she wanted to jump me as well. But she held back and murmured in a quiet voice. "Thought we were just friends."

"A friend can still say a woman is beautiful."

"Did you miss me?" she asked. Her voice was full of emotion, and I had missed her. I knew then we were right about to give into our mutual desires, breakup or not.

I quickly turned away and sent my gaze over her shoulder. "So! You sounded like you had a good time over the summer. Got out, went wild. Did some of the things you always wanted to cut loose and do."

"Yeah..." she didn't comment on my avoidance of her question. "You know there's still more I want to do. Things I want to experience before I settle down."

"I know."

"I missed you, still." Her voice was heavy, she didn't want to let it go just yet.

I sighed, still looking away. "Me, too."

E-Beth took two slow steps forward and melded her body against mine.

When her bosom pressed against my chest I looked right into her eyes, so deep, so inviting. "We shouldn't," I warned.

"Just once more," she whispered before her lips found mine. And then I was holding her firmly to me, squeezing her so tightly as if afraid she would disappear. I completely lost myself into that kiss.

Somehow, we ended up in her bedroom. I'd pushed her T-shirt up to her neckline and unsnapped her bra. Both articles were still around her shoulders, just roughly shoved out of the way so that I could feast upon her breasts.

E-Beth was going nuts, tossing her head back and forth as I worked my way down to her skirt. I just lifted the hem and pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and then my tongue was spearing deep inside her channel, her pussy already wet and wanting. In a matter of minutes my lips were wrapped around her clit and she was shrieking in absolute ecstasy.

A minute later, E-Beth was panting and laughing at the ceiling. "The dexterity of your oral appendage is impressive!"

I grinned. There was the E-Beth I remembered.

She laughed again and then looked right into my eyes to translate, "FUCK! Now THAT'S how to eat a pussy!"

I just smiled up at her, the lower half of my face coated in feminine nectar.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me now," she chanted while frantically waving her hands at me in a 'come here' gesture.

I got my jeans and shorts to my ankles and then E-Beth couldn't wait for me any longer. We were both fully clothed, just with that clothing moved out of the way. I couldn't maneuver very well with my ankles trapped together, but I managed to clamber onto the bed and get my hips between her legs. And with E-Beth holding her panties to the side, I sunk my cock into the hilt.

She was so wet, I glided all the way down on the first thrust. After exhaling loudly and taking in an equally long breath of air, I lay my face against E-Beth's neck while she cradled my head in her arms. We lay like that for a few minutes, her hips rocking slowly and her inner muscles squeezing gently as we just enjoyed the feelings.

I lifted my head up and looked in E-Beth's eyes. Her eyes were moist and I opened my mouth to say something, but she put a finger to my lips to quiet me. "Don't say anything. Just fuck me."

I pulled my hips back, and she gasped when I pushed back in. Then I pulled my hips back again.

We kept up the cycle, old familiarity coming back as we bucked at each other. I let myself be carried away as her hips jerked up into me and I slammed downward with all the force I could muster, compressing her body into the mattress beneath.

"Oh, fuck me David! Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme!"

Neither of us lasted very long. We were both too keyed up after our long absence and I personally hadn't had sex since E-Beth had left for her internship. So with our clothes hanging off us, E-Beth thrust upwards one final time and screamed her climax. I bit down on the T-shirt bunched up around her neck and grunted out my release as well, feeling the overwhelming relief of pressure as my cock was spewing out gobs of cum deep into her body.

We lay there for a few moments, panting and trying to come to terms with what we had done. And then E-Beth grunted. "Oof, you're getting heavy."

"Oh, right." I rolled off and onto the bed next to her.

She retrieved a box of tissues and began to dab at the leakage coming out of her. She handed me a couple and I cleaned myself off. Then I pulled my shorts and pants back up and zippered myself closed. E-Beth was fixing her bra and getting her panties straightened out as well.

For some reason, the worrisome tension between us was gone, released along with our climaxes. E-Beth quickly leaned over and pecked me on the mouth. "That was fun."

"It was." I was already replaying the quickie in my head.

"We going to be okay?" she asked me. Our eyes bored into each other, looking for any sign of regret. There wasn't any.

"Yeah. Still friends?"

"Absolutely." E-Beth visibly relaxed when it was clear I wasn't going to push her to get back together. "Hey, if I ever get... you know... an itch that needs to be scratched..."

I grinned. "Hey, gimme a call."

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 5



The Book of David Ch. 05



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-- CHAPTER 5: The Sisters --

***

FALL QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (September 2000)

Friends. I could handle being friends.

For some reason, having sex with E-Beth gave me closure with her. I'd subconsciously spent the entire summer with her in the back of my head, wondering how we would act around her when we met up again at school.

Now I knew. And I knew we could be friends.

I grinned. Maybe friends with benefits from time to time... but friends. We weren't meant to be together. Not now, at least. I'd been there for her as she grew up into a full-fledged woman and gained her confidence. But that was the end of our destiny. I couldn't tie her down to me, even though she might have stayed with me out of obligation. It wasn't right. Just like Monica belonged to someone else, E-Beth had her Mr. Right out there somewhere else.

I only hoped we didn't grow apart like Monica and I had done. At least E-Beth would still be at the same school, close by.

In the evening, I dropped by Kevin and Jen's place for dinner. We managed to chat about school for at least three minutes before Jen started peppering me with questions about E-Beth.

I specifically avoided mentioning the sex, but I managed to communicate that everything was good between E-Beth and me. Of course, Jen couldn't let me off without a twenty-minute interrogation, and pretty much everything came out eventually.

"Dude! Even when you're not trying you manage to get laid," Kevin chuckled.

The rest of dinner passed easily as the three of us just hung out like good friends do. And then Kevin practically booted me out of their apartment, stating he had to catch up to me in the bedroom department.

I said goodbye to Jen and promised to pray for Kevin's stamina. And on that note I started walking home.

Danielle and Cherys were waiting in the living room when I came in, cuddling on the couch while watching some inane sitcom on TV. Then I also saw that Nataliya was on the other couch with her on-again, off-again girlfriend Leslie, a decidedly butch lesbian. I believed they were 'off' right now.

"Hey, where've you been?" Danielle asked.

"Out," I said in a non-committal tone. Male teen responses were a hard habit to break. I started off towards my bedroom.

"Hey, did you eat anything?" Nataliya asked, getting up and heading to the kitchen. "We've got some leftovers."

"I'm fine."

"David..." Nataliya came right over to me. "You need to eat something," her tone was motherly.

"Nah, I ate with Kevin and Jen," I replied sincerely.

"Oh! Okay, just making sure."

"Thanks, Nataliya." I walked off for my bedroom.

"Hey, squirt!" Danielle called out. I cringed just a bit. I didn't mind the nickname when it was just us. But being called 'squirt' in front of four women kind of wounds the male ego. "Don't make plans for Friday night!"

"Why not?"

"Did you forget? It's your 21st birthday!"

All the girls turned around and ooohed at that pronouncement.

"Oh, that. Well, I'm kinda broke. I was just planning to hang out with Kevin and Jen."

"No! You cannot!" Nataliya cried. "I have special present for you."

Danielle waved her off. "Let me call them. I'm sure that what we've got planned blows anything they've got out of the water. You think I wouldn't take care of my little brother?"

Cherys flashed me a perfect smile. "We are gonna get you soooo drunk."

***

It took me a while to get to sleep that night. I kept coming up with wilder and wilder scenarios for what Danielle had cooked up for my birthday. While she'd always been a friendly big sister, she'd never taken an interest in any milestone dates in my life so far.

But I guess this was the big TWO-ONE. Perhaps she was finally going to stop calling me squirt and think of me as an adult.

Or maybe she was going to embarrass the hell out of me. Both outcomes seemed equally likely, and I stayed up tossing and turning agonizing over which would happen.

So I was a little slow the next morning. Lack of sleep does that to you. I managed to stumble off to class. After oversleeping on the first day of school and sleepwalking my way to my second day, my academic career wasn't off to a great start.

And so it was that my peripheral vision wasn't in focus when I walked into a small classroom. A familiar voice called out, "Hey! David!"

Right in front of me, Amber was sitting at a desk chair in the third row. My head was thick as molasses and I slowly wandered over, found the desk chair next to her, and then sank down like a sack of bricks.

"Wow, you look like shit."

I managed a pained smile. "Didn't get a good night's sleep."

"You freaked out over what you and E-Beth did yesterday?" Honest concern was in her voice, along with a clear note of curiosity.

"That?" My voice immediately perked up as I remembered the good time I had. "Oh, no, no. E-Beth and I are fine. We're friends. It's cool. But that's all over now."

"Good to know," Amber said mysteriously, looking straight down at her desk. But then she composed herself and asked, "Then what is it?"

"Oh, my sister." I sighed. "She always drives me crazy. But never mind. So what are you doing taking Chinese Art History?"

Amber cocked her head. "I dunno. Figured it would be an easy 'A'."

"Well then," a deep baritone voice with a thick Asian accent filled in. We both looked up to see the professor walking in the door. "You may be in for a rude surprise."

Amber blushed and got out her notebook, readying herself to take notes. I took a second longer to look over her. Unlike most college students, who typically wore T-shirts and jeans, Amber looked like she'd stepped out of a fashion magazine. Some multicolored polo with white collar and white cuffs around the short sleeves nicely accentuated her bosomy chest. A delicate necklace highlighted her collarbones. Slender capri pants called my attention down to the exposed skin of her firm calves, and she was even wearing 3-inch wedge sandals.

All of this I was used to seeing. Amber dressed like this all the time. But for some reason, I felt like I was noticing it more.

As the class went on, Amber slipped one foot out of her shoe and was dangling it on the end of her toes. I got distracted watching the flex of her legs while she did this and missed a couple of minutes of the lecture.

Later on, I found myself watching the way Amber fiddled with the butt of her pen in her mouth, apparently lost in concentration. But then her blue eyes flashed over and caught me staring. A wide grin spread across her face.

After the class ended, we started chatting as we walked out. Automatically, I just kept walking with her and it was a few minutes before I realized we were headed directly for the house she shared with E-Beth and their roommates. I also belatedly realized that the longer we walked, the closer Amber got to me. We'd started with a couple of feet between us as we ambled along. But now she was bumping against my elbow every now and again.

I especially noticed when I tossed off a moderately funny comment and Amber turned and hit me on the arm, giggling in a very cute and girly way.

Was Amber flirting with me?

We'd REALLY come a long way from 'What the hell are you looking at?'

Eventually, we got to her house. E-Beth met us at the door and smiled a smug grin at the two of us while Amber blushed. I hugged both girls goodbye and turned to head back the other way towards my apartment.

***

Friday night. Danielle told me to be ready by 10pm. So I sat on my bed, staring at the clock as it ticked forward at a snail's pace. 9:47 and 25 seconds... 26 seconds... 27 seconds... ugh.

I'd gotten dinner with Kevin and Jen. I chipped in a few bucks and they kept me fed. It was turning into a good arrangement. Not that I'd minded Danielle's and Cherys' cooking over the years. But it was good to hang out with my friends and besides, Jen was a REALLY good cook.

We were normally open and chatty, talking about everything with no subject taboo. Only this night, both of my best friends clammed up the instant I asked if they knew what was being planned tonight.

"Oh, come on! You both know, don't you?" I protested.

They looked at each other, then at their food. "Dude, we promised we wouldn't tell," Kevin apologized.

I started trashing Kevin's honor as a man, citing The Code, bros before hos and all. "Aren't I more important to you than my sister?"

"Don't even go there."

"So what happened to you for your 21st birthday?" I asked. Kevin had turned 21 over the summer, back in his own hometown.

He smirked. "Nothing like this..."

Now he had my interest piqued.

"But then, I didn't have a sister like yours, or like her friends."

I was going to DIE from anticipation and anxiety.

And so here I sat, alone in my bedroom on a Friday night. What was with all the mystery? Technically I'd turned 21 this morning. And I didn't feel any different than when I was 20.

At 9:54 there came a knock at my door. Immediately I yelled, "Finally!"

Kevin and Jen came in. Kevin was dressed like me, just jeans and a polo. It was about as upscale as we got in college. Jen was in her usual school clothes.

"Hey, dude. Relax! We're going to have a great time!"

I could see straight through Kevin's false sense of bravado. He was as nervous as I was. Further adding to the mystery was Jen's comment. She held Kevin's shoulders and said, "Have a good time. Look, touch, but don't go too far, you hear me?"

"Yes'm." He stated as ordered.

Jen kissed him then turned to me. She stepped forward and hugged me. "Happy Birthday, David."

It was just about 10 o'clock when Jen left and Danielle came to get me. She was quite pleasant to look at with her dirty blonde hair done up and wearing some of her nicer jewelry. The black cocktail dress accentuated her willowy body and pushed up her cleavage. At least now I knew she wasn't taking me to a crappy dive. She looked over us two boys. "All set?"

Kevin and I looked at each other. "You better not fucking leave me, tonight," I growled at him. He shrugged.

We walked out and Cherys was waiting in the living room, stopping us in our tracks.

"Holy shit, dude..." Kevin gasped.

Cherys was dressed to the nines in some slinky, strapless dark green dress that shimmered depending on how the light hit it, just like her eyes. Her gravity- defying tits threatened to spill over the top, and the hem was short enough to reveal her long, long legs while barely covering her ass. Her raven hair was also up, exposing the graceful slope of her neck and shoulders. High heels and delicate makeup completed the look. She was Aphrodite come to life.

Just when I was getting used to being around her, she goes and pulls this crap. It was a far cry from the baggy school football jersey she was wearing this morning.

"Hey, gorgeous..." I murmured, more sincere in that phrase than I'd been in a long time.

Danielle clucked her tongue. "I said you shouldn't wear that. Now the boys will be staring at YOU the whole evening."

"Hey, a girl's got her ego," Cherys remarked. "Let's go."

Kevin and I walked behind the ladies, obviously enjoying the view. Then we all piled into Danielle's car. Cherys offered to let me ride shotgun next to Danielle since it I was the birthday boy and all. I think Kevin got the better end of the deal sitting in the backseat with Cherys.

We drove out and then ten minutes later, my jaw absolutely dropped when I realized where the girls were taking us. It was a classy place and had a good reputation amongst the college crowd. But there was still a lot of neon exterior lighting and the words "Nude Girls" underneath the club's name had my heart racing.

There was a greasy, portly man just inside the front door who checked our IDs as we all filed in. He smiled at Danielle and then glowered at me and Kevin. Cherys was the last one through the door and he immediately brightened up. "Hey! Cherys, baby! You sure I can't talk you into working here? With a body like that, you'd be a millionaire before you turned 25!"

"Cool it, Leo," Cherys tossed off, looking bored and aloof while still managing to wiggle her torso and send her ample bosom jiggling just a bit.

Danielle sidled over to her, wrapping an arm behind Cherys' body and palming a hefty boob. "Yeah, you think I want some drunken slob drooling over my girlfriend's titties?"

Leo just laughed and waved us through. We went forward to what looked like a cashier's window at a bank. To my surprise, Leslie was behind the counter.

"Hey there, is everything set up?" Danielle asked her friend.

"You got it. No cover charge and Jordan will take you to your table."

I paused before the butch femi-nazi. "I'm kind of surprised to see you working here, Leslie. Thought you would've ranted about this kind of place degrading and objectifying women."

She laughed, "It is. But I like taking their money and it reminds me of the scum lowlifes that men can be."

"Like me?"

She looked me up and down. "Maybe not you. Besides, it's your first time in a strip club. I can tell. Just go and have fun. Happy birthday."

Seeing a familiar face and having the short conversation relaxed me just enough to take the nervous edges off. So when the doors opened to the darkened club, I felt as ready as I ever was.

Now I've seen some naked breasts before in my life. Monica had a very nice pair for her petite size and E-Beth's were just fabulous. But I'd never seen this many all at the same time.

On the main stage was a beautiful, skinny girl with dyed-blonde hair obvious against her dark eyebrows. Her fake tits were perfect circles on her chest, but large and very pleasing to the eye. And she was just the first one I noticed. On four separate mini-stages scattered on platforms across the room were four more strippers, all topless and gyrating to the music. So just like that, there were ten breasts visible and Kevin and I both got whiplash trying to look at them all at once. And that doesn't even count the waitresses, who were clothed, but just barely.

I barely noticed when Danielle grabbed my hand and dragged me along with her as our hostess brought us to our table. We were right up front against the main stage where four plush, oversized chairs awaited around a small table.

The four of us were quickly seated, Kevin and I facing the stage with Danielle beside me and Cherys directly opposite. Our waitress was beside us in a flash, and I managed to order a Manhattan before I recognized her. "Jenna?"

"Happy Birthday, David!" Another of Danielle and Cherys' friends gave me a peck on the cheek before she took everyone else's orders.

"How many friends do you have working here?" I asked my sister.

"Just a handful," she had to raise her voice and lean in to be heard over the music. "But I'm acquainted with almost everybody here. This is a popular place for students at the University, for both employees and customers. It's got a good reputation and it's considered safe. Cherys and I were able to talk them into letting us VIP you for the night."

"Thanks," I told her. "For everything. Not many sisters would have done this."

"Hey, I like staring at pretty co-eds just as much as you do!"

As if on cue, the next dancer came out and began her routine. This one was a smoky brunette with dark eyes and plenty of curves. I got so wrapped up in watching her gyrate and take her clothes off that I didn't even notice when my drink arrived and was sitting on the table.

By the end of her dance, she knelt on the stage right in front of me, undulating her hips in a clear miming of sex, her knees spread to the sides so I could see her shaved pussy lips just barely hidden by the tiniest of G-strings.

Danielle slid a dollar bill into my hand and then physically yanked me out of my chair. With a deer-in-the-headlights expression, I stumbled forward and looked back at my friends. Danielle just waved at me and I held the bill up to the dancer.

She turned and presented me with her hip, indicating down to the strap of her G- string panties. I reached forward and trying as hard as I could not to touch her skin, managed to slide the bill into place and then I backed away hurriedly while she turned away to charm another patron.

Cherys was laughing at me like I was an idiot, and I felt the burn in my ears as I blushed. Kevin looked just as scared as I felt.

Danielle spoke up. "Okay. We'll have to get you really drunk before we try that again."

***

Three rounds later, my head was pleasantly thick and I was feeling good. Both Danielle and Cherys had gotten lapdances, clearly enjoying the near naked women just as much as the guys in the room were.

And Kevin was getting his first ever professional lapdance. I could see the bulge in his jeans as his girl draped her tits over his eye sockets and then turned around to grind her ass against him.

I was gone enough that I didn't even realize I was reaching out to touch her leg. Danielle pinched my other arm. "No touching, unless she wants you to."

I nodded dumbly. Danielle smiled and leaned towards her girlfriend. She mumbled something and the only word I caught was 'ready'.

Cherys nodded and called over Jenna. Our waitress came back and Cherys muttered something into her ear. I knew something was up. And it probably had to do with me.

A minute later, I got my big surprise.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this next dance goes out to a special guest. It's his 21st birthday today!" A few drunken cheers went up in the audience. "Just for you David, we present... Nataliya!"

My jaw literally dropped when the buxom blonde came through the curtains. I recognized her face immediately, despite the heavy makeup which left her looking even more exotic. And I saw that she was a naughty schoolgirl fantasy come to life. Her hair was done up in paired ponytails that went up before they came down. Her little white top was tied off just beneath her breasts and exposed her flat tummy. And the skirt was obscenely short.

Nataliya skipped across the stage to some bubble-gum poppy number while a little girl's voice begged someone to hit her one more time. She showed incredible grace and rhythm as her hips bopped to the music and she spun around while slowly unbuttoning her top. All the while, she kept her focus on my table. More than once, her hazel eyes flashed in the light and looked right into mine.

She was clearly a pro, and I briefly wondered how many men had seen her get naked and fantasized about getting into her panties. Right now, I was the one doing the fantasizing. And without any physical contact, I was getting really turned on.

Sure, I'd noticed that Nataliya was a beautiful girl. She was the sort of statuesque Eastern European blonde that men all over the world lusted after. But she was first taken by various girlfriends or I was caught up in my burgeoning romance with E-Beth. After a while, I'd begun to think of her as another big sister like Danielle. Beautiful, to be certain, but not fuckable.

That assessment was now changing. Her stomach had a hint of musculature and a trapezoidal flare out to her shapely hips. And suddenly I was seeing much more of her hips when the skirt came off and puddled to the floor, leaving the tiniest G-string as a pink border between her perky asscheeks.

Nataliya's long legs were well toned and flexed wonderfully as she bobbed and weaved around the stage, alternately strutting and squatting. She had slender, delicate arms and hands that waved in the air as if floating on ocean currents and paused to frame her pretty face.

At the moment when she finally slipped off the top and bared her full D-cups to view, capped by volcanic pale pink nipples, I felt like spewing in my pants. But I held myself together and had to stop and take a big gulp from my drink to settle my nerves. And then she was done.




The Book of David Ch. 05



A few minutes later, Kevin and I were on our fourth round of drinks watching the latest set of dancers when Nataliya came to our table, now clad in a slinky dress. Girls had been stopping by asking if we wanted lapdances all night. But so far, I had yet to take the plunge.

With a desperate look on my face, I looked straight at Danielle's friend, and to some extent, my friend. "Dance for me, please?" I begged.

"Of course, sugar," Nataliya answered. All else was forgotten. The world beyond my chair ceased to exist. And now I realized why these chairs were so big. Nataliya was able to straddle me with room for her knees on either side of me. And the high chair back gave her something to grip as she hiked up her dress and pressed her chest to mine.

My head was craned up to look straight into her eyes in wide wonder as she began to move her body against me.

"You're first lapdance?" she asked me.

I nodded.

"Ooh, a virgin!" Nataliya's breath smelled like mint and she leaned down to exhale against my ear and neck, sending a shivery thrill down my spine. My hands were currently gripping the chair so hard I felt like I would snap the armrests. I wanted to touch her, to wrap my arms around this warm, feminine body in my lap. But I was worried; this was a gentlemen's club after all. Would some burly black guy named Bubba come and kick my ass if I breathed too loudly on her?

And this was Nataliya. Nataliya! A woman who had babied me through my depressive freshman year. A woman I thought of as my big sister. A woman I saw almost every day and I'd never even attempted to lay my hands on her. And yet I wanted to cup those asscheeks just inches from my palms.

Then Nataliya came THIS close to kissing me, putting her face just a millimeter away from mine. I didn't react at all, still slightly freaked out and not even tempted to try moving my lips forward. So Nataliya rubbed her nose against mine and then slid her cheeks along mine. Damn she smelled good. She moved her body in closer, pressing her still-clothed breasts into my face as she started up her gyrations.

Silly me, I was still trying to be a gentleman and look up into her eyes instead of her tits. She smiled back at me, her tight lips seeming to express the thought that she doubted if her body was enticing me enough. If only she knew I was caught up with WHO she was as much as what she looked like. But then it was right back to her dance as she continued to undulate like a coiling cobra in my lap.

Meanwhile, she kept up a string of husky stripper phrases: "Do you like that?" "Feel my tits against your body." "Mmm, you're so hard."

After far too long, she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and then nothing in the world would prevent me from staring at her naked tits only inches from my face. They were very firm D-cups, hanging freely and sagging just enough to prove without a doubt that they were all real and all natural Nataliya. All I could think was that these were Nataliya's. I wasn't in love with her or anything. But I was amazed that they were hers.

She now had my full attention on her body.

She continued to gyrate and move. Eventually she managed to stand and strip off the rest of the dress, leaving her in nothing but the standard issue G-string. And now I had an almost fully naked, gorgeous young blonde grinding her crotch against my erection, pushing her weight down to really glide herself up and down the hard shaft in my jeans.

"Touch me," she urged in a low, husky voice.

I was panting slightly, but still scared shitless. Nataliya took my hands in hers and she moved them to her ass, rubbing her own buttcheeks with my palms. But the instant she removed her hands from mine, I let go of her ass as if that was my cue to stop fondling her. I was still conscious of our location and didn't want to get into any trouble.

She paused from her dancing to put my hands back on her ass, holding them firmly to let me know my hands were right where she wanted them. And so I groped happily while Nataliya leaned in and absolutely crushed my face in between her round breasts.

She pivoted slightly and I felt the pebbly texture of a nipple pass along my lips, and I fought back the urge to kiss it.

And then Nataliya was spinning around in my lap, displaying amazing flexibility as she kicked one leg over my head until her bare back was pressed up against my chest. She directed my hands and then I was cupping her amazing bosom, thumbs lightly brushing against her nipples while I felt the heavy weights in my palms. It was absolutely amazing. I was panting and now all I could think was "I'm actually touching them."

It was perhaps the best four minutes of my life, and I wasn't even having sex. But it was over all too soon.

The song ended and it was time for her to move on. I'd seen it five times from the lapdances given to my companions already. But Nataliya didn't get off.

She stopped gyrating and settled into my lap, her crotch pressed against the mine as she sat up straight, her face a foot away from me. She was panting with her own arousal, and I could feel the moisture seeping down through the material of my jeans.

"I want to give you your birthday present now. Will you follow me to the VIP room?" Nataliya asked softly.

I saw Danielle jerk in the corner of my eye, surprise evident on her face.

"Uh, just me?" I felt just a little nervous at leaving behind my safety net of friends.

"Yes. There are too many eyes here. Too many rules. Let's go somewhere private. I'll give you a lapdance you'll never forget." Her voice was smoky and full of promise, her accent alluring.

I looked into Nataliya's hazel eyes, shining right at me, and all doubt left my mind. "Let's go."

***

The instant we entered into the private little cubbyhole, Nataliya launched herself at my face. Our lips met in a tornado of lustful passion and I cast aside all my remaining inhibitions. My hands wrapped around her body, clad once again in the slinky dress.

That would have to go, right away. Nataliya was like minded as she slipped the shoulder straps and the thin material, which couldn't have weighed more than a few ounces, dropped into a puddle around her feet.

She gave me one last kiss, crushing her lips against mine before she nipped at my lower lip with her teeth. And with a playful growl she grinned and shoved me roughly backwards.

The back of my knees hit something and I sat down suddenly, thankfully falling against an oversized and overstuffed leather couch. There wasn't much more to this room than the couch and the carpeted walls close in on me.

Nataliya bent at the waist to remove her panties, sending her pendulous tits swaying before my face, her hard nipples still protruding out a half-inch. I leaned my head forward to suckle at them, but her hand came flying out of nowhere to slap my cheek.

"Oww!"

"Not yet..." she scolded, waggling a finger in my face. Her smile was simultaneously condescending in that motherly way she had, and devilishly wicked at the same time. She got the g-string off and stood before me, wearing nothing but her skyscraper heels.

Nataliya's hand went between her legs, where she was shaven completely bare. I could see the skin glistening in the mood lighting. She stirred two fingers inside herself and then brought them to my lips. "Taste how wet I am for you..."

I could smell her arousal long before the fingers got to my lips, but I suckled the digits in to really capture the aroma. And then she knelt before me to open the fly of my jeans.

Nataliya got me unbuttoned and unzipped and tugged at the coarse denim and my shorts until they were both around my ankles. Her hand pumped the shaft a few times experimentally, feeling out the length and testing its rigidity. "I just knew you would have a beautiful cock," she moaned.

I couldn't think of a witty comeback. A moment later, I didn't have to as she craned her head sideways and ran her lips along the shaft from base to tip. She teased the head before rotating over the top and dragging her lips down the other side.

I could see the red streaks of her lipstick on my dick, and then it was all removed from view as she engulfed me in a single lunge. Her face only got down about halfway, and she bobbed back and forth a few times before forcing herself to relax and slowly sink further down.

When her cherry red lips hit the base of my crotch, all I could do was groan and try not to buck my hips upwards, lest I gag her. I couldn't believe one of my sister's hot lesbian (excuse me, bisexual) friends was giving me a blowjob, the ultimate act of male dominance. Nataliya was clearly no novice at the art of fellatio, and within minutes I was gasping at the edge of climax. She hoovered me with powerful suction, and after the long tease of lapdances and strippers, I simply exploded.

"Nataliya!" I cried in warning, just barely in time. She pulled me out of her throat just before my hips did thrust up, and her mouth clamped around my head as she began gulping down the heavy loads of cum I was dumping into her throat.

When I was done, I collapsed against the oversized couch, sweating and panting like a stuck pig. "Holy shit..." After the intense build-up, that release was one of my strongest and most satisfying ever.

Nataliya grinned and purred in her honeyed accent, "Yum..." She reached up with a dainty fingernail and scooped up the rope of cum dribbling down her chin, popping the creamy glob into her mouth and sucking. And then her face returned to the source as her hot mouth surrounded me once again and went to work reviving me.

"Let me return the favor," I moaned while fighting through the initial sensitivity and onward to the pleasurable feelings.

With my meat still stuffing her mouth, she shook her head 'no'.

"It's the least I can do."

She popped off just long enough to say. "It's your birthday. Now shut up."

I chuckled and felt the last tension leave my body. Now there was nothing left but the heady arousal one feels with a statuesque, naked blonde.

At last, Nataliya was satisfied with my erection. And pushing on my shoulders to pin me against the backrest, she straddled my naked hips and slowly eased herself onto me.

"Fuuuuck. You're so much bigger than Fred."

I got a curious look in my eyes. I'd known with certainty that Nataliya had occasional male lovers over the past couple of years, but I was curious as to who Fred was.

She noticed my look and smiled. "Cherys' Fred, the dildo. Gawd dammit I forgot how much I missed real cock." And she began to ride me.

With all the skill and grace of her lapdances, Nataliya was now gyrating against me. Her naked breasts were once more shoved in my face, only now when a nipple brushed against my lips, no bouncers would come and prevent me from taking it into my mouth.

It was the perfect lapdance, a lapdance with my baton wedged into her snatch and my hands on her ass without inhibition. Nataliya pulled my head up to meet hers for a searing kiss, and we played tonsil hockey while she rotated around my cock like I was in the spin cycle of a washing machine. When she broke away, the husky stripper voice was back.

"Feel my tits against your face. Don't they taste wonderful?" "Do you like my perfume? I wore this one today just special for you." "Fuck, your cock fills me up so well." "Like that? You like that?" With the exotic Russian accent, I was in sensory overload.

We fucked hard and we fucked fast. Neither of us could last forever. Despite having just cum, I was too excited by the environment and the sexy woman impaling herself upon me. And Nataliya was reveling in her illicit seduction.

With my hands on her asscheeks, I pounded her lighter body up and down me in rapid thrusts, straining for release. And just when I leaned forward and bit down on one nipple, Nataliya tensed up and shrieked her climax to the heavens. Her inner muscles quivered and set me off, and I was soon joining her, blasting away with wave after wave of hot jism to scald her insides.

We slowly chugged to a halt, Nataliya collapsing against my chest while I rested my chin on her shoulder and enfolded her in my arms. Only then did I notice that the privacy curtain was pulled aside and both Cherys and Danielle were just outside, looking in.

They looked hot and bothered. Cherys was just hot, her eyes locked onto the point where my dick was still embedded in Nataliya's pussy, creamy fluids leaking down where Cherys could see. Danielle looked rather more bothered. She was turned on and yet conflicted emotionally with the knowledge that she'd just watched her brother fucking... again.

When it was apparent that we were finished, my sister and her girlfriend closed the curtain and left. I cuddled with Nataliya until we'd both caught our breath, and then it was time to slip into our clothing.

Once we were both dressed, Nataliya pulled me to her and kissed me fiercely. But when she pulled back, the sensual sex goddess was gone from her eyes. All that was left was the mothering big sister. "David. That was great. And it may happen again. But I don't want to lead you on or anything."

"Don't worry about it. You were a fantasy come true. But I can accept it for what it was."

She kissed me again. "Happy birthday."

***

I slept the peaceful sleep of the drunk that night. As soon as my head hit the pillow, the heavy weights on my eyelids dropped down and stayed down.

Well, they stayed down until sometime around 2am. At first, I was dizzy with what promised to be a wicked hangover in the morning. I growled and realized I needed to pee, badly. That's what had woken me up.

I'd just sat up in bed when I first heard the moaning floating in through the wall. "Mmm... fuck me Fred..." It was Cherys' voice.

"Doesn't he feel so good?" Danielle teased.

"Mmm, yeah... Ooh... harder..."

"Shh... you don't want to wake up David," Danielle warned.

"Ooh... David... fuck me David..." Cherys moaned.

"Cherys!" Danielle hissed. All went quiet for a few moments before Cherys moaned again. Then Danielle's voice came softly. "Would you really want to?"

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me David! Fill me with that fat cock! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!!!" Cherys squealed loud enough for our neighbors to hear. And then she went silent once again.

My bladder was still complaining, but now my cock was getting hard as I visualized Cherys writhing in sexual agony, imagining me fucking her lights out.

"Oh, that was such a good cum..." Cherys said. "Do you think he woke up?"

I went dead silent. They waited a good minute before their voices dropped low enough so that I couldn't make out the words.

"Ugh!" Danielle moaned. Clearly they had switched roles. "Fuck me..."

"You want me to fuck you with David?" Cherys giggled. Danielle gasped immediately. Cherys kept giggling and quickly said, "I mean Fred, Fred."

"Oh, you are such a naughty bitch."

"Feel David's cock filling you up, splitting you wide open. If you're lucky, maybe he'll even take your ass."

"Ugh!!!" Danielle groaned. "It's so wrong!"

"Just imagine and enjoy. It'll never happen for real. So just feel it while you can."

Their voices dropped again to where I could hear them constantly whispering and giggling, but the words were incoherent. I listened for the next ten minutes as the two beautiful women pleasured each other. My bladder whined again and I looked down at my hard erection.

Now how the hell was I supposed to pee?

***

"So, how was your birthday party?"

"Hmm?" I looked over with bleary eyes to see Amber had fallen into step with me on the way to our Art History class. She leaned over and wrapped an arm around my waist and gave me a good squeeze. I barely noticed. I looked and felt half- dead.

"Wow. That good?" she joked. "You still hungover?"

"Nah. Just too damn early in the morning."

"C'mon. Let's stop for coffee. My treat." Amber pulled away, her hand gliding along my back before she captured my hand and started tugging me in a new direction. She flipped her hair and flashed a brilliant white smile as we changed course and headed for the coffee cart. It was a common enough occurrence. She was always offering 'my treat' to pick up various snacks whenever the urge hit her. It had to be nice having that kind of money, especially in contrast to my college poverty.

"So how come I wasn't invited?" she pouted, her clear blue eyes twinkling prettily.

"Uh, it wasn't that kind of party." I couldn't help but smile remembering the strip club and especially Nataliya.

"Bullshit. I see that smug shit-eating grin on your face," she huffed.

I got all defensive. I didn't want her to think I wouldn't invite her. "No, really. I-"

"Don't even worry about it. Jen told me the girls took you and Kevin to a strip club. How was it?"

I didn't answer. She watched me for two seconds and smiled. "There's that shit- eating grin again. I'm sorry I missed out."

Amber looked so unbelievably pretty at that moment. The light was striking her just right, her full lips so puffy and kissable, and her smile was dazzling. I wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Hey, baby!" came the derisive call. Two guys were walking the other way and obviously ogling my current companion. "Hot damn that's a fine ass." One of the guys whistled appreciatively.

Amber didn't even flinch, just holding up one hand a giving the guys the bird.

I stared at her for a moment as we kept walking.

She shrugged. "I'm used to it."

By now we'd arrived at the coffee cart. During a lull in the conversation I took a moment to appraise the pretty girl with me and the effect she had on other men. Amber was drop-dead gorgeous, and she knew it. She carried herself with a fire and confidence that I found inspiringly attractive. Her makeup was touch perfect, her clothes flattering, and her attitude just edgy enough to send a thrill through me. And now that I'd gotten to be friends with her, I was beginning to find I liked her personality as well.

I wasn't dating anyone anymore. I was a free man. Would it be awkward seeing the roommate and best friend of my ex? Maybe. But maybe it was worth finding out.

We chatted about nothing for the minute or two in line. Once it was our turn, Amber spat out her order in rapid-fire: something-iatto, caramel-this, venti-that. The cafeteria company barista didn't get it all on the first take.

Sighing wearily, Amber repeated her order, slowly this time, as if she were speaking to a 3-year-old. And then she stood there with her arms crossed, tapping her foot impatiently.

While the barista was then completing my order, Amber sipped at her coffee and kept checking her watch. We had plenty of time before class, but she seemed in an awful hurry all of a sudden.

She was still on edge when we both had our coffee and were walking to class. I reached out and touched her arm gently. "Hey, relax. We've got plenty of time."

She calmed instantly at my touch. "Oh, I'm fine. It's just... those people. They're stupid and lazy. That's why their people are so poor." There was no vehemence in her voice, just a condescending superiority in her tone.

"Those people?" I wondered.

"You know, Mexicans."

All the warm, fuzzy feelings I was having over Amber washed away in an instant. I stiffened as sharply as if she'd physically slapped me. I couldn't help but do a double take back towards the coffee cart. I hadn't noticed the girl other than that she was a plain looking brunette. But as memory percolated I did remember her being a Latina.

Did Amber really just make that kind of a racist comment? Just when I thought she was mellowing out from her 'Heights' snobbish attitude...

I half-scowled and grunted, "You know damn well they're not all stupid and lazy."

"Oh, I know not all of them," she continued the conversation fluidly, oblivious to my rapidly changing mood. "But there are a lot of them. My parents have two."




The Book of David Ch. 05



I stopped in my tracks. "Have two what? You talk as if your parents own slaves!"

"Certainly not!" Amber's eyes goggled up and down, as if just now realizing how much of a prejudiced jerk she sounded like. "I didn't mean it like that," she said defensively.

I kind of glared at her, the anger still inside of me. I tried to think rationally. Looking at Amber watching me with obvious chagrin, I told myself she wasn't intentionally malicious. In fact, she looked downright afraid of what I might think of her.

And yet, when the barista fumbled her order the first time, she automatically went to the 'stupid and lazy Mexican' analysis. It never even occurred to her that she'd given her order a little too fast. That was something Amber would have to work on, to put more thought into her judgments.

In a way, it wasn't her fault. She'd been raised in the Heights and I couldn't pretend to know exactly what went on over there, or how her parents raised her. More likely than anything, she was just ignorant and parroted what the people around her told her. Already, in the past year at school she truly had mellowed out quite a bit after being on her own and being exposed to a diversity of people. Hell, two years ago she wouldn't even talk to me. Now, I could honestly say we were friends.

"Look, it's cool," I finally spoke and she visibly brightened. For some reason, what I thought about her actually seemed to matter to her. "Just... every once in a while, think about how you come off to people. A couple of years ago, I thought you were a spoiled snobby bitch." She visibly flinched at that. "And you probably thought I was a dumb jock. Now look where we are."

She said nothing but continued her walk. We were almost at the classroom. Just before we went inside, I stopped her and touched her arm again. "For the record, I was wrong back then. You're a beautiful person inside when you want to be, even more beautiful than you are on the outside."

And then I walked through the door.

***

Amber didn't speak to me for the entire class. She seemed distracted and lost in her own thoughts. But when it was time to walk out, she fell right into step with me and we started a conversation as if the old one had never stopped.

I walked her back to the house she was renting with her friends, and I stopped in to say hi to E-Beth and the other roommates. And then I was off to head back to my own apartment.

Over the next month or so, Amber and I butted head more than once over what I felt was her close-minded bigoted viewpoint of the world. She thought I was a liberal communist while I tried to point out how I saw myself as moderate in everything.

She quickly learned that I wasn't trying to attack her about her viewpoints, but some heat definitely came into our arguments. More than once we found ourselves huffing and slightly out of breath, our faces flushed from the intensity of our discussions. Usually Amber would crack a smile first. It was amazing how the adrenaline rush of those debates was so similar to the hormonal rush of arousal. I wanted to believe the rosy color in her cheeks might have something to do with me as well.

Fortunately, I was able to let off that physical steam a few of times without resorting to my right hand. While Nataliya and I never made even the slightest attempts to establish a romantic relationship, we came together on occasion to mutually relieve each other's sexual desire.

First there was the time she dropped by the apartment while Danielle and Cherys were both out. She never said a word. Her eyes simply glowed as she attacked my lips just inside the front door and began stripping out of her clothes. We barely made it to my bedroom.

The second time, we didn't make it. She was perched on her high heels and bent in half over the couch while I fucked her from behind. And when she spread her asscheeks and ordered me to ream out her cornhole, how could I possibly say no?

We had several more little trysts, all of them unplanned and all of them Nataliya- initiated. Then came the strangest sexual event with Nataliya.

I didn't see her for a whole week, not even SEE her. Danielle was theorizing that she was getting back together with Leslie. I got slightly depressed that my only source of pussy might be back off the market.

But then lo and behold, Nataliya arrived at my door. The confident, mothering nympho had been replaced by a shy, almost virginal co-ed.

Nataliya asked me not to fuck her that night. Instead, she wanted me to make love to her as if I were the most delicate princess in the world. We started off with slow petting and I bent to worship at her altar of womanly delight. The wild nympho inside of her kept trying to break free as I brought her to climax over and again. But every time she was about to lose control and order me to fuck her within an inch of her life, she exhaled mightily and asked me to slow down.

Because of the constant starts and stops, I lasted a good twenty minutes inside her pussy before we finally came to a resounding simultaneous orgasm. The long build-up had me spurting like a fire hose and Nataliya visibly flinched when the first burst exploded against her insides.

The whole episode was totally out of character for her and I briefly wondered at Nataliya's state of mind. I knew that when she'd come back to school, she was single as she'd broken up with Leslie over the summer. They were still friends, but no longer lovers, and I worried that she contemplated taking things to the next level with me.

The problem was, I didn't love her. Sure, the sex was great and I adored Nataliya as a friend with most excellent benefits. But I didn't see her as relationship material. Even if Nataliya wanted to go down that route, my heart wasn't in it.

In a way, no matter how physically pleasant fucking Nataliya was, when I thought over my day it was my conversational walks with Amber that were the highlights.

Fortunately, I didn't have to ruminate on such relationship thoughts for long. The next day, old Nataliya was back and just hanging out in the apartment with Danielle. I secretly hoped we were getting back to the normal, stress-relieving version of sex I'd gotten used to. But then Nataliya's true motivations soon became clear enough.

***

FALL QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (November 2000)

I was halfway to Kevin and Jen's place to hang out for a typical college Thursday afternoon when a cute, accented voice hollered "David!" across the quad.

I stopped and turned to see an effervescent Nataliya jogging lightly to catch up to me despite her heels. I fondly remembered that she was very graceful, even in such awkward shoes. As she approached, I evaluated the long legs, encased in tight jeans with black stilettos just barely poking out the bottom.

By the time she caught up, I'd worked my gaze to her chest, where her large breasts were making quite the impression on her shirt. "My eyes are up here," she giggled.

I looked up into her hazel eyes. "Hi Nataliya," I said to her lips, still imagining them wrapped around my dick.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" she asked with a playful lilt in her voice.

I thought over my current plans: chill out on Kevin's couch, occasionally play video games. "Nothing I can't change," I told her.

"Good! You're coming to a party with me, okay?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I asked, momentarily confused.

"No, silly. Anyways, we'll pick you up after 9."

"We?" I wondered, but she was already turning a different direction.

"You'll see..." she teased, glancing back at me with an impish grin. "Oh, and DON'T tell your roommates. I want this to be a surprise."

***

"Hiiii David!" Amber said brightly as she deliberately bumped her hip into me as she joined me down the sidewalk.

"Morning," I replied in a friendly manner. "Coffee? My treat this time."

"Sure!" she beamed. We chit-chatted and managed to get our drinks without incident. Amber even smiled at the barista. And then an uncommon awkward silence settled in for just a brief moment.

"Hey..." Amber drawled out while looking at the ground. "You... uh, you doing anything tonight?"

"Why? Whatcha got in mind?"

"Oh... it's nothing. It's just that E-Beth is going off to this thing she does every month. She wanted to bring me along with her but I'm not sure it's my kind of thing..." her voice trailed off as she looked a little lost in thought. Then Amber swiveled her eyes up to me. "But anyways, I thought we might be able to hang out?"

I laughed, "Like a date?"

"Well..." Amber waggled her head and put an index finger between her lips in a coyly flirtatious manner. "I guess you could call it that."

But then memory kicked in and I slapped myself on the forehead. "Oh, DAMN. I forgot, I already promised someone I was going with them to a party tonight."

Amber's face fell.

"I'm really sorry," I apologized. "I would have loved to hang out with you."

"No big deal," she tossed it off. Instantly, the haughty, slightly arrogant Amber was back. "I've got lots of other options."

And before I could come up with a new response, we were at the classroom. Amber walked right in and took her seat, the conversation over.

Again I wondered, Amber couldn't have any interest in me, could she? Despite my dating experience, I still didn't know how to read women. And then I remembered my roommates. After all, who better to ask for girl advice than Danielle and Cherys?

But then I remembered Nataliya's warning not to tell my roommates I was going with her to the party. Better not say anything just yet.

***

I felt a little weird, trying to keep this minor secret. I'd taken a shower and begun grooming for a Friday out. Danielle noticed immediately and asked me what was going on.

I made up some lame excuse about Jen setting me up on a blind date, which she accepted. She and Cherys had bigger things to worry about as they were getting dressed to go out themselves. Based on Nataliya's warning, I imagined we would all end up at the same place eventually.

Just before 9pm, the girls headed out, leaving me alone in the apartment and wishing me well on my date tonight.

At 9:15, the door knocked and I was ready. I opened it up to see a smiling Nataliya and was momentarily disappointed to see butch Leslie alongside with her. After all their on-again, off-again over the past couple of years, perhaps they were back to 'on'.

And then I saw the third woman out there. Another tall blonde who looked like a carbon copy of Nataliya at first glance. She shyly stepped forward at Nataliya's insistence and reached out to shake my hand in greeting.

"I'm Maria," her accent was just as cute as her sister's.

"David. Pleased to meet you."

Maria had the same hazel eyes and pretty face, but was skinnier throughout in comparison to her sister. With slender hips and a tight ass, she could have been a fashion model. I noticed that her thighs did not quite touch between her legs as she stood there in low-rise jeans.

"Very pleased to meet you," I said again.

She was quite beautiful and I couldn't help but stare for a minute. Once again I felt the strange sensation of transferring the physical attraction I felt for an older sister to the younger.

"Okay, let's go party!" Nataliya said excitedly. Maria, to the back, was the first to turn around and head down the stairs. Nataliya elbowed me in the ribs as I couldn't help but stare at her little sister's tight ass and fantasize about bending her over in half and fucking her within an inch of her life.

Leslie was driving and the four of us piled into her car. I was in the backseat with Maria and we took the opportunity to ask the usual questions. She was a new freshman, just a couple of months into her first year at school. She hadn't decided on her major yet and was living in a dorm not too far away from her big sister's apartment.

After learning she was the baby of the family, with Nataliya and an older brother, I got the impression that she was a very sheltered girl and a little in awe at the University world around her.

It would turn out to be an incorrect impression. The reason for her shy nervousness turned out to have more to do with me.

We arrived at a stately mansion perhaps 10 minutes away from campus. There were already a few extra cars parked up and down the block, a sure sign there was a party going on. We walked in pairs, Nataliya and Leslie up front and Maria and I shadowing them from behind. The elder girls were deliberately leaving me to interact with Maria, and I was doing my best to keep the younger sister engaged in conversation. Thankfully, she had visibly loosened up over the last fifteen minutes.

"Do you know where they are taking us?" I asked.

Maria blushed and looked away cutely, "Yes..." she drawled.

"Ooh, that sounds mysterious. Can you tell me?"

She shook her head without responding verbally.

"Is there some sort of plan that I don't know about?"

Maria's Mona Lisa smile was all the answer I needed.

Now I probably should have known what kind of party this would be. After all, Nataliya, Danielle, and Cherys had all made their sexual preferences perfectly clear. It only made sense that this would be a Gay-Lesbian-Bisexual kind of crowd.

Still, it was a minor system shock when I walked in to see two guys making out against the wall in the foyer. Both were in fantastic shape. I don't know how fit you need to be to have sex with a man, but their muscles were extremely well- defined. I had no problem with gay people. Clearly, having a lesbian sister opened up my mind a bit and I had several gay classmate acquaintances. But the sight didn't do much for my libido.

There was a lesbian couple to my right, which quickly reversed the blood flow to put it back into my cock. And what really started me going was the guy on the couch, sandwiched by two very hot women while they engaged in a three-way kiss.

To date, the closest I'd come to a multiple-person orgy was Nate and I double- teaming Ellie that one time. It appeared I was headed for a night I wasn't going to soon forget.

We all got drinks and there was an extra bounce in our steps as we moved to the music while going around meeting up with friends. I was quite familiar with most of Danielle and Cherys' friends, so I didn't feel totally out of place.

Maria, on the other hand, was apparently only familiar with the people she'd arrived with, so she ended up clinging to my side for most of the night. The first time a half-drunk lesbian walked up and boisterously burped hello, she grabbed my hand and didn't let go. Maria especially stayed close to me when Nataliya darted away from us to greet another friend.

Still, despite her nerves, Maria was clearly engrossed in what was going on around us. Her eyes would focus on one couple or group after another, rapturously observing tongues and hands as various people made out in assorted combinations around the living room. This wasn't a party about dancing and then disappearing to make out. All making out and groping was done out in the open.

The pretty blonde squeezed my hand tightly, her breathing shallow. Again, I thought she was a little overwhelmed by all that was going on around her. But when I turned and looked in her eyes, the hazel irises were a flashing golden and she panted in obvious arousal. And quite obviously, her gaze dropped down over my body as she was checking me out.

Before I could say anything, Nataliya returned and grabbed us both by our free hands. "Come this way! I found them!"

Bewildered, I let Nataliya drag us through the house, Leslie following close behind. We passed another gay couple on the stairs and as we passed one open bedroom, I clearly saw an orgy going on inside. For the very first time, I saw one man giving head to another. The guy on the receiving end, meanwhile, had his face buried in the pussy of a voluptuous co-ed lying on her back across the bed, with a second girl straddling her face.

What kind of party was this?

We passed bedroom after bedroom, all with various sexual antics going on inside, and I started to wonder just how large this house really was. At the end of the hall, we came to a set of double-doors that I guessed was the Master Suite. We stepped through and the next sight took my breath away.

I've commented before on how absolutely incredible Cherys' tits are. Those things were just huge, round, and impossibly firm. If I hadn't seen them develop myself since she was a young teenager, I may not have believed they were natural. And the rest of her body was still magnificent. At twenty-two, she still had all the firmness of a teenager with the curves of a full-fledged woman. And she was completely naked.

Cherys was sprawled against the headboard of an oversized California King bed, complete with four-posts and an elegant canopy. Between her spread legs was a petite, tanned hardbody with long, lustrous black hair. Now I've appreciated an ass from time to time. Perhaps with all the gay guys around I felt a twinge of discomfort at the idea, but I had to admit that the girl munching out Cherys had a niiice ass. It wasn't the smallest or the tightest. It was just perfectly shaped, with elegantly muscular lines. Her ass was the Jaguar of asses.

"David!" came a familiar voice, shrieking in surprise. Danielle had just walked out of the en suite bathroom, completely in the nude and still dribbling fluids between her legs. Her pussy seemed freshly shaved and the baby-smooth skin glistened enticingly. Her rock hard abs and toned musculature were on full display, and of course my gaze was drawn to her perky breasts. I couldn't help but stare; I'd only seen this angel in all her naked glory once before, her beauty marred only by the shocked and fearful expression on her face while she tried to cover herself with her arms.

Cherys' eyes fluttered open at her girlfriend's squeal of surprise. She was panting heavily, which caused her chest to rise and fall dramatically. Her oral lover picked her head up to look around for what the commotion was, but Cherys insistently grabbed the raven-haired head and pushed it back down between her legs.

Through heavily-lidded eyes, Cherys watched me watching her as she felt orgasmic ecstasy shoot through her body.

"Helloooo, gorgeous..." I muttered, obviously ogling Cherys' goddess-perfection of a body.

Nataliya, meanwhile, went straight to Danielle where she put her arms on my sister's shoulders and shushed soothingly. "Wow, you got us invited to the Master bedroom? I wonder what kind of moves you had to pull that one off."

Still looking at me, Danielle stuttered, "I- I didn't have to do anything. Carmita's been lusting after Cherys for months."

Leslie, meanwhile, pulled Maria over to an oversized, plushy couch to the side. It was as if there was another full living room inside the master bedroom. I watched as Maria willingly sagged into Leslie's strong embrace and they began kissing as Leslie sank backwards onto the couch. For all of her seeming innocence, this clearly wasn't Maria's first time with the butch lesbian and Maria was soon at work stripping the bigger woman while Leslie spread her legs in anticipation of some wonderful cunnilingus.

I'd been anticipating getting laid with Nataliya tonight after her party invitation. Then when she showed up with Leslie and none-to-subtly thrust me towards Maria, I'd anticipated trying to work my charm on Nataliya's little sister. Now, I stood alone in the middle of an overwhelmingly large bedroom, all hardness gone out of my cock despite the naked female flesh around me.

Nataliya now leaned into Danielle's ear and began whispering something that caused my sister's eyes to bug out. At first, Danielle looked a little uncomfortable with the situation as kept her body covered with her arms. But after a moment, she sighed and nodded, and dropped her hands. I went back to the illicit activity of ogling my sister as Nataliya leaned up and pecked her on the lips, and then Danielle headed over to join her girlfriend on the bed.




The Book of David Ch. 05



Cherys cried out as orgasm took her, a familiar sound that somehow felt new, since there wasn't a wall between us to muffle the noise. And then she was pulling both the tan woman and her girlfriend together to sloppily exchange wet kisses.

At last, our hostess turned to me and wiped Cherys' love nectar from her face. She was a strikingly beautiful Latina, with high cheekbones and sharp, dark eyes to highlight her beautiful face. While looking at me, she asked aloud, "So he's the one?"

Nataliya answered. "Yes, he is Danielle's younger brother. I've had him myself."

"Well, as long as you have Nataliya's recommendation... That's the most important thing. I'm Carmita, pleased to meet you." She got off the bed and held out her hand, and I found myself automatically responding to her imperious tone.

I half-bowed as I took her hand, not shaking it, but rather holding it up respectfully and bringing my lips within an inch of her knuckles. "Pleased to meet you. You have a lovely house."

Carmita smiled, "Little charmer, isn't he?"

I pretended not to notice her calling me 'little', despite her being about a foot shorter than me. And she was oblivious to her nudity while I fought the urge to let my eyes rove over her perky breasts and dynamite ass. Without letting go of my hand, she pulled me to her, wrapped her left hand behind my head, and dragged me into a passionate kiss.

She tasted spicy and exotic, similar to Nataliya, just a different flavor. Instinctively I wrapped her up and actually lifted her into the air, holding her petite body in my arms while I swung her around and dipped her backwards, my lips never leaving hers.

When we finally broke for air, she positively glowed at me. "Wow. Tonight, you're here for someone else. But promise me you'll do that again sometime."

"Yes, ma'am." I gently set her down, and then looked around at the six beautiful women around me, five of whom were now naked while I remained fully clothed. "Now, will someone tell me what the hell is going on?"

I first looked to my sister, who shrugged and had an expression on her face which clearly said, 'Don't look at me.'

Then Nataliya got my attention, she was the only one still dressed. "You're here because I have a favor to ask of you. And we're all here because I thought it would be best for making Maria comfortable. You see, I want you to take her virginity."

Immediately I glanced over at Maria, who was cuddled up to Leslie and watching me with that nervous expression again. Nataliya continued her explanation. "Our parents had us in Orthodox all-female schools growing up. She barely met any boys and had no idea how to interact with them. She'd experimented with her friends and was comfortable with girl-lovers, but never had a man. I was much the same way my first year."

I kept my gaze on Maria, who was completely nude, and my eyes drank in her slender curves and model thin body. She looked so fragile and scared. Meanwhile, Nataliya stepped forward and now began pulling off my clothes. "Now Carmita has been throwing these parties every month since last year. Maria has been coming with us since school started and she has explored so much more of her sexuality with us, becoming comfortable with her libido. But she wants a man and she asked me to help her. I immediately thought of you. That is why I came to you that one night and asked you to gently make love to me. It was a 'test run' of sorts."

By now, I was fully naked and my hard cock was pointing up almost vertically. Maria was quite beautiful and the prospect of being her first had my dick harder than it'd been in months. Nataliya finally finished up. "When I told Carmita what was going on, she offered the master bedroom."

"A girl's first time should be in a proper bed and she wanted her friends around her, especially her sister," our hostess stated. "Besides, it gave me a good excuse to bring Cherys in here."

I looked back to my sister. "Did you know any of this?"

Danielle shook her head, still bewildered herself.

Nataliya cut in. "Uh, I didn't tell you because I didn't want to risk David finding out."

"What?" I asked. "Like I would have said 'no'?"

"Well..." Nataliya blushed and looked at the floor. "You are a young man, and yet sometimes your big head gets in the way, makes you hesitate. But your little head has no conscience. And there is a willing, naked woman who wants you to make love to her."

At this point, Leslie led Maria over to the bed. I watched the beautiful young girl, every muscle toned, every erotic curve on display for me. Nataliya had a point. If I had a few nights to think about this, I might question the wisdom of having sex with someone I'd met only thirty minutes ago. My morals might wonder about sleeping with someone I barely knew and had no emotional attachment to.

But right now, my dick was making the decision for me. I was rock hard and the damn thing was actually twitching in anticipation. Perhaps something in my eyes changed or my muscles tensed, because Nataliya quickly put a hand to my chest and stopped me as I began moving towards the bed.

"Ooh, wait, wait. You are too... eager, right now. Let me take the edge off." And with that, Nataliya sank to her knees in front of me, fisted my cock, and sucked the mushroom head into her hot mouth.

I groaned, my knees buckled, and had to remind myself to stay upright lest I fall flat on my ass. And as Nataliya's impish tongue danced around my crown, I was already imagining it was her little sister blowing me so wonderfully.

Maria, virginal Maria, for her part was reclined against the headboard with Leslie molding their naked bodies together. Leslie was whispering something into Maria's ear, words that made Maria squeeze her eyes shut and moan while Leslie caressed the teenager's breasts and rubbed at her clit.

I held Nataliya's head while she bobbed and weaved around my shaft. Her own hands went to the straps of her dress and disrobed herself until her naked tits were also bobbing and weaving. She assumed, correctly, that the sight of them bouncing around would bring me off that much faster. And I groaned as my hips began their telltale twitching as orgasm approached.

Cherys was still on the other side of the bed and reclining against the headboard, moaning in ecstasy while keeping her gaze on Leslie and Maria. Carmita had returned to her spot between Cherys' legs. And Danielle was still standing rigid, caught between arousal and panic as she intently watched her friend feasting on my cock.

I felt my balls tensing as they prepared their load. Maria was now bucking her hips against Leslie's hand while she watched her elder sister fellate me, and I consciously tried to time my climax with hers. But another noise set me off early.

Danielle moaned, "Oh, fuck!" and I turned my head just in time to see her head jerk as if someone had slapped her. Her eyes rolled back and her legs collapsed, sending her to the floor. Only now did I see that one hand was surreptitiously fingering her own pussy and my sister nearly blacked out in orgasm.

Hearing my sister's voice, layered with such raw, sexual tones pushed me to the edge. I grabbed Nataliya and clutched her head to my crotch while I blew. The first jet launched right at busty blonde's throat and she gagged. I instantly released her head and she withdrew from my hard pecker, her hand still jacking me automatically. The second jet splashed a line of cum across her face from the bridge of her nose across her right cheek. And then she craned her neck back to let each successive blast start circling around her collarbone. And from all the built-up tension, I had quite the load to give.

A long time later, Nataliya was veritably covered in jism. Her fingers were scooping at the string of cum on her face and she proudly showed off the pearl necklace, which was slowly dribbling down her chest and into her cleavage.

I would never have predicted what came next. Cherys was already off the bed, concerned about her girlfriend when Danielle sat up. I could see my sister's green eyes were a dazzling emerald as she looked at her lover, even from my vantage point ten feet away.

"Oh baby, FUCK ME," Danielle husked. And she literally launched herself at a standing Cherys, propelling the two of them back onto the oversized bed and they began making out with a passionate fury.

Standing naked in this bedroom, with my cum dripping off Nataliya's pretty face and her large breasts, watching my hot naked sister madly frenching the goddess of my dreams, it's no wonder I started getting hard almost immediately.

Danielle was crushing her tits into Cherys', their legs scissored amongst each other and grinding their crotches together in an erotic horizontal lambada. I could actually see their tongues from time to time as their head frequently changed positions, Danielle clearly on the offensive and constantly attempting to find a new position that provided greater stimulation.

I was engrossed in seeing Danielle's athletically toned backside flexing and tensing as she ground her clit against her lover's. I couldn't believe I was actually watching my sister's hand clutching at Cherys' nipple and tweaking it harshly to Cherys' ecstatic cries. I tried to memorize everything Danielle was doing in the faint hope that I might someday have the opportunity to do the same to the beautiful brunette. Hey, a boy could dream.

Meanwhile, Nataliya leaned forward and suckled me a few more times, ensuring my cock was brought back to diamond hardness. It didn't take long. And then she was standing beside me, holding my hand and leading me to the bed. I had a young, blonde angel to capture my attention now.

Maria lay supine before me, her head comfortably nestled onto a pillow. Her perky tits, while not large, were still good-sized handfuls and their firmness stood them up almost vertically with zero sag to the sides. Her left hand shyly was over her crotch in subconscious embarrassment of her nudity, but as I approached she steeled her jaw and moved the hand away, so I could see the pretty pink lips and the soft tuft of blonde hair trimmed over her pussy and leading the way.

Leslie moved off the bed to give me room, although she hovered nearby just in case the evil man tried to do something the little angel didn't want.

Meanwhile, Nataliya produced a silver foil and unwrapped it. "She's not protected yet," she explained before rolling the latex sheath onto my hard cock. I let her do her thing before I stepped to the bed.

Maria was already panting before I got there, in part from her arousal and recent climax, in part from her nerves. I wanted to soothe her anxiety before we got any further.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Hello," she managed to squeak in response.

I slid onto the bed beside her, our bodies parallel but not touching, not yet. It was a good thing Nataliya had gotten me off first. I don't think I would have had this patience otherwise.

"Do you find me sexy?" she asked tentatively, in a quiet voice.

"Very sexy," I reassured her.

I propped myself up on my left elbow and let my right hand move up to softly caress Maria's face. She trembled when my palm brushed her cheek, closing her eyes and breathing shallowly. I leaned down and touched my lips to her forehead, and Maria moaned. So far this was going well.

I moved my lips down to the bridge of her nose, and Maria started quivering in anticipation. When my mouth made the final jump down to her lips, she actually reached up with her hands and pulled my head to hers, darting her tongue into my mouth as instincts took over and we began kissing with heated passion.

That first touch was electric. Lightning bolts came out of the heavens and shocked my spine. Somewhere along the way my body rolled forward and our legs scissored together. My arms wrapped around Maria's thin body and held her tightly while our faces mashed against one another.

Her tongue was everywhere, scraping against the insides of my teeth and extending far into my mouth in an attempt to tickle my tonsils. Her torso was still flat on the bed while I loomed over her, but her legs were twisted at the waist to intertwine with mine and wrap me up like a sea monster sinking me to the depths of a deep ocean where she could devour me at her leisure.

I'm not sure how we got into position, but the next thing I knew, I was braced on my elbows above her chest, with her legs wrapped around my hips and my long cock trapped lengthwise in the furrow of her pussy lips. Maria's hazel eyes flashed at me and her hips bucked, trying to capture me inside of her. Nataliya may have taken the edge off of me, but Maria's Leslie-induced orgasm apparently only made her even hotter.

"So sexy..." I groaned.

I retracted back, the underside of my shaft gliding on the edge of her pussy like a sword being drawn against its scabbard just before sheathing the blade. And when we both felt my mushroom head glide over her clit, I pivoted and Maria bucked and the tip was inside of her.

Maria jerked and squealed, just for a moment. I belatedly realized that I'd just torn through her maidenhead, and yet she seemed to be in little pain. One of the lucky ones, I guess. Already the pain was gone, no tears in her eyes, and she was bucking her hips at me again to pull me all the way down.

Holy shit this girl was tight. Narrow body, narrow hips, and a narrow pussy to match. As soon as I felt the first inches push through my hips automatically pounded down, without concern for her virginity. This blonde vixen had me so turned on I'd forgotten my patience. And yet I could only make it another inch down she was so tight.

My lips moved to the side, nipping at her ear and then along her neckline. Maria moaned and bucked, trying to get more of me inside of her. I held her hips in my hands and pressed down, as if I could stretch her pussy to the sides this way. And we both felt my cock burrowing its way forward.

After several frantic thrusts, with her heels tugging at my naked ass, we finally had our pubic hairs entwined as I was buried to the hilt. Maria let her head sag back down against the pillow, exhaling mightily and gasping for air. Instinctively, I reached up and began massaging her neck, which had gotten quite tense from holding her head up for these few minutes.

Maria was the epitome of sexual fantasy in that moment. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open in a silent gasp and her youthful face contorted in pleasurable ecstasy. I kissed at her exposed neck, sending shivers down her body and resulting in wonderful quivers inside her sopping wet pussy. Her hair was a golden mane, haloed on the pillow, and her body felt so small and light beneath me.

I was overcome with the power trip at knowing I could physically dominate this girl however I wanted. Despite her height, she probably weighed even less than Monica.

When Maria finally managed to gain control of her senses, she reached her hands to my face and grinned happily. I leaned in and pecked her on the lips, just barely restraining from laughing. She was literally a stranger to me, but I saw the same sexual playfulness of her sister in Maria's eyes and that crackle of electric energy was still passing between us, rooted in the wonderful feelings coming from our joined pelvises.

She kissed me again. "Make love to me," her voice was low and exotic.

I kissed her back and obeyed. My hips started off with a gentle pumping motion. Maria inhaled sharply and then hummed happily as she soaked in the sensations of her first man. I soon added a circular motion, moving counterclockwise as I sought to get just a little bit more room and stretch her out to ease my back and forth passage.

Maria clutched my forearms while my hands were planted and locked onto the bed beside her, holding myself away from her body so I could look down on the slender, pretty girl and her naked torso. I deliberately angled my thrusting to rub at the underside of her clit, and it showed in her enthusiastic bucking. She was almost giggling happily as I drilled her out, and as I sped up a bit her breathing became shallow and she closed her eyes as her first coital orgasm built inside of her.

I leaned back down and crushed my chest against her breasts, holding her tightly in my arms as I began pushing harder with my cock. She was getting wetter and wetter as we continued, and despite the constriction of her tunnel I was able to pump at a pretty good pace.

Maria's breathing suddenly picked up an octave, and it accelerated rapidly. "Oh god, oh god, oh god" she chanted faster and faster until I finally brought her to her limit. "Oh god, oh god! OHHHHHHH!!!!" she wailed as she came, her inner muscles clamping down me so tightly it was almost painful, forcing me to stop moving.

Maria didn't thrash about as she came. Instead, she quivered and clutched herself tighter into my embrace, cocooning her thinner body into my chest as if I could wrap around and completely surround her. Her legs were gripping my ass so tightly I thought she might break my hip.

She ran out of breath before her orgasm completed, and her mouth gaped openly like a fish out of water as her body twitched over and again spastically. And then she was done, going completely limp beneath me.

I let her rest for a moment, just slowly rotating my prick inside of her. That climax had loosened her up a bit, and I no longer felt the painful constriction. All that was left was her wonderful, virginal tightness, just perfect.

I caught movement in the corner of my eye. Nataliya and Carmita had been playing on the couch. I watched Nataliya's naked breasts swaying as she walked towards us, still coated in Carmita's saliva. Nataliya leaned in and kissed her little sister on the forehead. "That was making love."

Nataliya then kissed me on the lips. "Thank you."

I looked straight at the angel below me. "No, thank you."

Maria gave me a weak smile, but already her energy was returning. Her hips began wiggling. "You're still hard."

"I haven't cum yet."

"What's wrong? I thought you said I was sexy," she pouted with puffy lips.

"You are... I just want to enjoy this a little longer." I wriggled my cock for emphasis.

"Mmm... OK. But this time I want you to FUCK me." Her lips twisted into a wicked grin. "Take me, use me, FUCK me. Do not worry about making me cum. Just FUCK me."

Her words went straight to my cock. If it wasn't hard before, it was rock hard now. Not even the condom could temper my arousal.

I gathered Maria into my arms again, hooking my hands behind her shoulders. I pulled almost all the way out, until just the bulging helmet was still inside her, and then before she could react, I slammed forward, driving myself all the way in on one thrust and yanking back on her shoulders to pull her body towards me.

She was still so tight I almost didn't make it. Maria just howled and then started laughing. I did it again, and again. And while Maria was giggling and moaning, I reached down and pulled her thin legs up and over my shoulders. I moved my hands to her thighs and then pressed down, pushing her knees back against her own chest and literally bent the slender girl in half.

"Tell me again," she husked.

"So sexy..."

"Mmm... again!"

"Fucking sexy... you make me want to cum in you..."

"Yes!" Her crotch was now elevated and fully exposed to me, and I took full advantage. Maria squealed in delight as I began pounding away, the new angle letting me get even deeper into her. I must have been doing something right, or I accidentally found her g-spot, because Maria was thrashing her head left and right and howling louder than anything.

She actually reached up and held her own legs back for me, letting me shift my grip to her hips where I began thrusting away and using her folded over body as a masturbatory tool. And yet, she seemed to derive even more pleasure this way than when I was focused on stimulating her clit.




The Book of David Ch. 05



I was racing myself to orgasm, but Maria beat me to it. She split her legs to the side and shrieked loudly, the sound not unlike Nataliya's in the throes of a powerful climax, and she bucked so hard she almost dislodged me from her pussy.

I managed to ride her out and as Maria started to come down from her climax, her body sagged down into the bed while her inner muscles continued their aftershock spasms. All the internal twitching was too much for me, and I cut loose, spewing my jism and filling the condom with my release.

Maria wouldn't let go of me for several minutes, clutching my body to her and pinning my heavy weight on top of her. "It feels good to have you crushing me down..." she whispered. I couldn't complain. I rather liked cuddling and Maria really wanted to feel my weight.

I looked to my right. Cherys was just a couple feet away from me, also on the mattress. She had Danielle pinned beneath her, but her intense gaze was right on me. I had no doubt she had been watching, perhaps for the entire fuck. I glanced down at her pendulous breasts and back up into her eyes, glinting what seemed to be a bright violet.

Maria kissed my nose. "You're pretty sexy, too."

I smiled. And then Nataliya was back, this time with her lower face glistening with feminine nectar, probably Carmita's. "You should pull him out before he gets soft, for the condom."

"Oh, right," Maria said and let me go enough to let me pull out before I went completely limp. Maria actually leaned down and pulled the rubber off me, looking at it in wonder before getting off the bed to toss it in the trash.

She turned to her sister. "We are getting me on the pill. Tomorrow."

Nataliya smiled. "Does that mean you'll want to do it again?"

"Again and again! I'm sorry Nataliya. I know you have been encouraging me to have sex with your girlfriends. But I think I like men better. It just feels so good to have a warm cock inside me, to feel David's strong body holding me." The pretty blonde turned back to me. "Please, can we do it again?"

I chuckled. "As often as you want. Until you get tired of me."

"How about now?" Maria asked excitedly. There's nothing like a bubbly teenager and the fresh wonder of sex.

Nataliya slid over and hugged her sister. "You have to get him hard again first. Let's get him cleaned up and then I'll teach you about blowjobs."

***

By the end of the evening, everyone was pleasantly worn out. I'd filled one more condom inside of Maria's snatch, but hers was the only one I had that night.

Despite the abundance of gorgeous pussy in the room around me, and despite my libido's hopes to the contrary, this wasn't an all-out swinging orgy. It was more of an exhibitionist and voyeur party, one specifically arranged for the gays and lesbians who wouldn't feel comfortable at a traditional college orgy. As Carmita explained, people mostly had sex with the ones they arrived with. And although guests got to watch and be watched by the others, there was almost zero sex between strangers, Maria and I not withstanding.

"But now we are not strangers," Carmita told me. "So next month, we'll see..." She gave a delightful jiggle of her full breasts before closing her robe around her naked body. Even when she was covered, I had to watch as she shook her Jaguar of an ass in my direction and went into her own bathroom to clean up.

The rest of us were dressed and heading out. Maria held my hand possessively.

Outside, more than half the people had already gone home. Two of the bedrooms were already emptied out and the all-male crowd in the third was just getting dressed. We started down the stairs and I saw that the living room was pretty much empty.

But just was we were crossing the living room, the door to the office/library opened up and a familiar face came out. Crystal blue eyes, blonde hair rather mussed up, and large, firm tits pushing out at a baby-T with hard nipples to prove she wasn't wearing a bra. "Amber?" I queried.

"David!" she exclaimed in surprise and a wide-smile immediately crossed her face. "Hi!" She stepped forward to embrace me, and then came up short when she realized who else was with me.

Amber saw my hand in Maria's and my sister standing nearby. "What are you doing here?" she asked me.

I replied calmly, "Same as you, I guess." It's easy to be calm when you've just shot off four times, despite the surprise at running into someone familiar at a sex party.

Amber was blushing for some reason, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. She only got even more embarrassed when a pretty redhead came out and laid her hand possessively on Amber's shoulder. The redhead leaned in and kissed Amber firmly on the lips. To my surprise, a familiar-looking hunk came out next.

"See you next time, babe," he said.

Amber didn't respond. The redhead just tugged on the guy's hand. "Come on, Randall, sweetie."

It clicked in my head. Randall was the guy who had asked Amber to join his girlfriend for a threesome last year. It appeared he had finally succeeded. A second guy quickly followed and pecked Amber on the cheek before departing as well.

Then came the next surprise. The door swung further open, and I briefly saw a very large and very familiar pair of tits. E-Beth managed to close her heavy-duty bra and she tossed her head to get her hair out of her face.

E-Beth briefly touched lips with the pretty brunette girl in front of her, and then she looked over towards the open door. At first she saw us and said a cheery, "Hi Dani. Hi Cherys. Haven't seen you since last month. And..." She trailed off as her face dropped in utter shock. "DAVID?"

My throat went dry and all I could think to say was, "I guess E-Beth talked you into coming with her."

Amber nodded listlessly and glanced again at the pretty blonde holding my hand. Her expression was stone cold and completely unreadable.

Nataliya took charge at that point. "Maybe you should all talk tomorrow. In the meantime, let me get the cute kids home." And with that, she pulled Maria and me away and out the door.

***

The next morning, I woke up and went into a mild panic over everything that had occurred last night. It was my first time actually watching Cherys and my sister making love. How would they react around me today? I'd had sex with Nataliya's little sister Maria and I had to admit, every hormone in my body was ordering me to have sex with her again. And I'd run into E-Beth and Amber jut after their own bisexual orgy. How would our new knowledge change those friendships?

I quickly got the answers to at least one of those three issues. I'd heard the shower shut off a good ten minutes ago while I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Figuring the bathroom would be clear by now I got up and headed for my own shower.

The door was propped open and the steam had almost completely cleared out. But the bathroom itself wasn't cleared out at all.

Cherys was standing in front of the mirror, fully naked with her back to me, save for her hair wrapped up in a towel piled atop her head. And she had an equally naked Danielle trapped between herself and the vanity. Their chests were pressed together almost as tightly as their mouths, and reflected in the mirror I could clearly see Cherys' hands roaming along Danielle's spine and down to the perky globes of Danielle's tight ass.

Their eyes opened on occasion and almost simultaneously, both girls saw me, Danielle on a direct line and Cherys in the mirrored reflection. I saw Cherys smile, and then the pair completely ignored me and went right back to their making out session.

I don't know how long I stood there watching them. But eventually, they took a break and turned about to exit the room. Without any modesty, both girls thrust out their naked bosoms and proudly strutted past me and into their room. My eyes were yo-yoing up and down between erect nipples and smirking faces.

When they were gone and the door to their bedroom closed shut, I looked down at the tent in my boxers and grumbled, 'Fucking tease..."

Now how was I supposed to pee?

***

Just after breakfast, I sat on my bed and pondered my next move. I could do my usual and hang out with Kevin and Jen. A pleasant way to kill time for sure, but not overly exciting. Besides, I had two more lingering issues in my head: Maria and Amber/E-Beth.

With phone in hand, I toyed with the idea of calling Amber. I didn't want any awkwardness between us over last night's party. Or maybe I should call E-Beth. That thought process confused me for a good hour. When did I start thinking of Amber before E-Beth?

When the hell did I start falling for Amber? After all, she was just my ex- girlfriend's roommate and casual classmate. We were friends. We had some fun conversations and I really enjoyed spending time with her. But we weren't romantic or anything. Flirting was fun. Dating couldn't be possible. She was out of my league. She had rich, handsome men like Randall to play with. Besides, she was from "The Heights" and a prejudiced snob, not exactly my ideal personality.

But just when I started questioning the oxymoron of my emotional rationality, the doorbell rang. Cherys was quickly off the couch and went to answer it. "Hello, ladies," she said dramatically as she ushered in Nataliya and Maria.

"Hello!" the sisters both answered and exchanged hugs with Cherys.

Then Nataliya came right over to me. "Hellooo," she cooed before holding my head and planting a wet kiss on my lips. "Mmm, you taste good," she said.

I smiled but didn't have time for a response before Maria stepped in and similarly grabbed my head to stick her tongue into my mouth. "You're right. He does. Hi sexy," she cooed. And then Maria literally slid into my lap, wrapped her arms around me, and attacked me with her lips. The cloud in my head concerning Amber evaporated rather quickly.

I can't adequately describe the feelings shooting through me. I didn't feel the pleasant, warm fuzziness of being in love. There was no emotional relief at being intimately connected to another part of my soul. But there was a thrilling excitement, a lightning bolt of delight that electrified every nerve in my body. There was something about Maria that set my loins on fire.

So despite being surrounded by three other beautiful women, all I wanted in this moment was to scoop her light body up in my arms, bend her in half over the couch, and shove my baseball bat of a cock up her ass.

From the way Maria was kissing me, I don't think she'd mind.

Cherys deadpanned, "Get a room."

It sounded like a great idea to me. Maria was of like mind as she pivoted to straddle me. And grabbing a tight asscheek in each hand, I simply stood up while Maria wrapped her legs behind my hips and with her lips still plastered to mine, I started making my way to my bedroom. She'd gone from shy virgin to unabashed nympho in just a day.

Having a nubile teenager sucking your face while you're trying to carry her is not the safest way of transportation. I bumped my knee into the coffee table once before I forced myself to pull away, catch my breath, and aim my eyes where we were going.

At first, Nataliya made as if to follow us. But Maria fixed her big sister with a look and shook her head, stopping Nataliya in her tracks.

"Don't forget the condom!" Nataliya warned and then sighed. "They grow up so fast."

Danielle replied with a wistful, "Yeah... Dumb squirt went out and became a hunk."

I didn't hear any more as I staggered into my bedroom and kicked the door shut behind me.

A moment later, I piledrived a laughing Maria onto the bed, her hazel eyes glowing amber in the morning sunshine. When I first moved to get off of her, she clutched me down and held my weight, pinning her to the bed.

My mouth found hers and then once again we were making out like nothing else. Her hands were clawing at my back until my T-shirt came off and then I tugged hers away as well. I also slipped the catch to her bra and she flung it away just in time for me to bear down and slurp a perky nipple into my mouth.

Maria giggled and rolled us over until she was on top of me, unbuttoning my shorts and then sliding off the bed to tug them off of me. Soon I was naked and then she stripped herself as well. I was taken aback at how lovely she was, with her model-thin body, cute face, and her blonde hair in a single braid. I also noticed that she didn't remove her white sneakers or socks, bringing back memories of my high school days with the cheerleaders. And then, with girlish glee, Maria jumped up and straddled me once again.

"Teach me, David. Teach me everything. I want to know everything. I want to feel everything. You can do anything to me. ANYTHING."

Her words had my cock as hard as an iron bar. Maria easily had that effect on me. But my conscience was still hanging around. "Why me?" I asked her.

"Because I trust Nataliya. She told me you would be a perfect first lover."

Her words simultaneously spurred two emotions in me. Excitement at remembering I was her first. And a mild emotional letdown at knowing I was only her first, but almost definitely not the last. Those were the ground rules for our relationship.

I barely knew this girl. Aside from the general facts, I had almost no understanding of her personality. But we had an undeniable physical chemistry. And if this recently-virginal nympho wanted to explore all the concepts of physical pleasure with me, who was I to say no?

"I understand. But before I can teach you. I have to learn about your body. Roll over."

Maria instantly obeyed, flopping onto her back and going spread-eagle in anticipation of whatever I wanted to do to her. She had such a youthful face and her body was so thin and firm that I could almost believe she wasn't of legal age yet. But there was no denying the curvature of her breasts or the trimmed peach fuzz above her clit. This pretty freshman was at that perfect cusp between young innocent and sexual maturity.

I got to my knees at the foot of the bed and tugged her crotch to within reach. 

"Aww, I already know this part. Even your sister has already licked my pussy. Can't we get to the sex?" she whined.

I let the image of Danielle eating out the teen nymph bounce around my head for a moment. But then I cleared my mind and stated, "Patience, Maria. That's your first lesson."

I then proceeded to fully test the boundaries of Maria's patience. She was already soaking wet, and I probably could have entered her without any foreplay. Instead, she had to scream her way through three orgasms first and constantly beg for me to fuck her.

So with a thick coat of Maria-cream on my lower jaw I finally had enough of her alternating whining and moaning. I stood up and roughly flipped her over until she was face down and panting from her latest climax.

She hadn't even gotten settled yet when I lashed out with my open palm and spanked her right asscheek... HARD.

"Oww!!!" Maria shrieked.

"What did I say?" I interrogated harshly.

"Patience..." came the meek reply.

I spanked her left asscheek. "Are you willing to be patient?"

"Y-yes..."

It was good enough for me. I didn't need the whole master/slave thing.

I pulled her hips up until she was balanced on her knees, her face and chest still pressed to my mattress. Her butt was so perky the two globes didn't even quite touch in the middle, and it took little effort to part them to the sides just enough to shove my tongue against her anus.

Maria went absolutely wild while I rimmed her out, and her hips started twitching when I brought one hand up, shoving my thumb into her pussy while my index and middle fingers curled over to rub at her clit.

"Oh, FUCK! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Maria chanted like a little child who'd just discovered a wonderful new word. And in record time she gushed to a fourth climax.

And by now, *I'd* run out of patience. I found a condom in my dresser drawer, best to always be prepared. Quickly, I tore it open and sheathed my cocksword. Maria was still panting in her aftershocks as I knelt on the bed behind her swaying ass, aimed, and plunged into her tight pussy.

Like last night, it took several tries to get inside. But as opposed to some previous girlfriends, Maria didn't want me to slowly inch my way in. She thrust her hips back while I slammed forward, and after three mutual lunges together, we got my cock seated inside of her.

"That's it! Fuck my sexy pussy. Ohhh! I can't believe I waited this long," she gushed. "All those wasted years playing around with other girls. Sex with a cock is just so much more fun!"

And so I taught Maria doggy-style. Halfway-through, we switched to wheelbarrow. When my arms got tired, we spooned sideways on the bed while I plugged her from behind and squeezed a boob in my palm. And when I was pushing for my own climax, I left her on her side, straddled her lower leg, and lifted her upper leg high enough to wrap over my shoulder while I drilled her as deeply as I'd ever been.

"FUUUUUUUUCK!" Maria howled loud enough to alert the entire apartment complex, and I groaned while filling the condom until it risked overflowing.

Immediately afterwards, I reclined against the bed while Maria practiced the blowjob techniques her sister had taught her, techniques which I refined to better suit my personal preferences.

Maria tried swallowing my cum for the first time, only partially successful. After gagging on the second shot, the rest flowed over her chin like so much spilled milk and as she bent down and coughed, the rest of my load splattered over her forehead and dripped into her eyes.

I'll never forget her cum-covered face as she blinked and looked at me, grinning like she couldn't be happier in the world.

After she got cleaned up, we cuddled on the bed, FINALLY talking to each other and finding out more about each other's lives, hopes, and dreams. Progress was a little slow because I was fingering her wet pussy and she was slowly jacking my cock.

At last, I kissed her and informed her that she was required to try everything at least once. I'd already fucked her pussy and her mouth. "You know what comes next?"

She quivered in a mini-orgasm just like that, and with gasping breath she whispered, "You're going to fuck my ass?"

I grinned. "Your ass is just so sexy..." It was the perfect thing to say to her. "So sexy... Now roll over."

I had a bottle of Astroglide in the drawer as well. Old habit from my time in high school. I took my time, massaging Maria's neck and back first to relax her. Maria was clearly excited and eager, but she needed to calm down. "Patience..." I husked softly.

I kept massaging her with one hand while put first one and then two lubed fingers inside of her anus. If I thought her pussy was tight, I could scarcely imagine how I would get my cock inside her ass.

I stretched her out as best I could while making sure she was fully lubed up, and then it was time. I put Maria on all fours and lovingly traced my hands along the curvature of her back, like a starry-eyed kid caressing the lines of a gleaming racecar. After I lubed up my weapon, no condom this time, I stepped into position and placed the head against her pinched rosebud.

"Shhh..." I soothed, and instantly I saw some of the tension drain from her backside. "Breathe out..."

Just as Maria was exhaling I pushed forward, and with surprising ease, I managed to pop the mushroom in.

"Fuuuuuuck..." Maria groaned, tightening up so hard I briefly worried if it were physically possible for her to snap off the end of my cock inside of her. But with me gently whispering a low "shhhh" and her conscious relaxation, I began to glide forward.

It felt like it took five minutes, but at last my crotch was pressed tightly to her asscheeks, and Maria had already cum once without me even thrusting. "Fuck! Fuck my sexy ass. So full," she gasped. "So fucking full..."




The Book of David Ch. 05



I let her take in the sensations for a moment, and then with my hands on her hips, I pulled back until just the anchored crown was still inside. And then I pushed in again.

With every cycle, it got a little easier. I was rubbing her back muscles, teasing her breasts, and occasionally brushing my fingers against her pussy. Maria eventually ran out of patience, planted her shoulders into the bed, and reached back with one hand to rub her clit with a little more constant pressure.

Tears were streaming down her face, the sensations just completely overwhelming her as I pushed in and out with steady rhythm. She wasn't even saying anything, all her focus turned inwards on the cock in her poop chute.

Mid-stroke, she inhaled sharply and I felt the earthquake inside of her as she came again, and then she gasped in relief and started panting to catch her breath. Eventually, she was able to breathe normally while I continued sawing in and out, but then another orgasm overtook her, and once again she was quivering beneath me.

After the third climax, her legs gave out and she fell to the bed, her legs split out to the sides. "Fuck me..." she managed to groan, and despite my concern I kept up my pumping, this time with more of an up and down motion into her prone body.

I couldn't last forever, and Maria started whimpering beneath me when my body's instincts took over and accelerated my pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted quietly, over and over and over again. And by the time I got up to ramming speed, fully reaming out her tender rosebud, Maria tensed up and whimpered pitifully as a fourth orgasm washed over her.

I followed right with her and grunted as I spunked deep into her bowels, plugging her chute with every drop of sperm I had left in my body.

Maria gasped, and then her eyes rolled up into her head as she passed out, drooling on the sheets.

We were both covered in sweat. My legs felt like jello and I had barely enough strength to extract my dick from the tight vise of her anal tunnel, and then I flopped over onto my back. First I closed my eyes and panted to the ceiling, and then I looked over at Maria's poor, abused body, so beautiful in her completely ravaged state.

I closed my eyes again and lay there for a minute to catch my breath. But after getting my breathing to normal, I moved into action. Tired, drained, but still conscious, I got up to head to the bathroom and get myself cleaned up. I would also have to bring back a wet towel to clean up Maria as well.

That's when I noticed the door was cracked open. A door I was absolutely certain I had shut closed when we came inside.

Curious, I put my head to the door and listened intently. The voices from the living room came clearly.

"Holy shit, can you believe she passed out?" Cherys wondered aloud. "It looked so violent, but she seemed to really be enjoying it. Is he always that good?"

Nataliya answered, "Not always. But yeah, sometimes it feels that good, when you are in the right mood. And Maria was certainly in the right mood."

Danielle moaned, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish he could do that to me."

I was so surprised that I jerked up and my shoulder hit the door, causing a loud thumping noise.

"Shit! I thought they went to sleep!" Cherys hissed. There was some hurried fumbling outside, and meanwhile I managed to pull my shorts on.

Without even looking at the girls in the living room, I passed quickly right into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Only once I stood in the wonderful, warm spray did I allow myself a smug grin of pride.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 6 



The Book of David Ch. 06



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-- CHAPTER 6: Hero --

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FALL QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (November 2000)

"So, some kind of party, wasn't it?"

"Hmm?" Amber looked over at me with half-dead eyes to see that I'd fallen into step with her on the way to our Art History class. Her hair was pulled into a simple ponytail and I noticed her makeup was significantly lighter than usual. Instead of her typically stylish blouses and short skirts, she was casually clad in an off-the-shoulder peasant shirt and jeans. She was still pretty, but clearly wasn't making the effort to be as gorgeous as she usually did.

"Uh, yeah..." Amber quickly looked at her feet.

My eyebrows furrowed, she was clearly embarrassed about something. 

I reached out and put my arm around her shoulder. "C'mon. Let's stop for coffee. My treat. I owe you for the last fifteen or so."

"Um, sure." She was quiet the rest of way, and I knew something was off. For one thing, she usually settled into my arm contentedly. Today, she was rather stiff.

"Amber, you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..." Her eyes wavered and I got the distinct impression our topic bothered her.

"Look, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." It was the first time we were seeing each other since Carmita's party, and I assumed her reticence had something to do with that.

She looked back at the floor, and I didn't press her.

Eventually we arrived at the coffee cart. After a minute or two in line, she stated her order: something-iatto, caramel-this, venti-that. Despite Amber's care, the cafeteria company barista didn't get it all on the first take. But instead of getting huffy, she calmly repeated her order and then waited patiently.

Once we both had our drinks in hand, we headed off towards the classroom. But we didn't get more than twenty feet away before Amber took a detour, found a convenient bench, and then sat down. I followed her.

We sat in silence for a few seconds as the pretty blonde was clearly trying to compose herself. It was perhaps the first time I'd ever seen her rattled, except perhaps for our surprise meeting at Carmita's house. In high school she'd been the snobbish bitch. In college she was still confident and elitist, even if she wasn't as mean. And every time I saw her she exuded self-assuredness in everything she did. To see her this unsettled went straight to my heart.

Automatically, I reached out and held her hands in mine. She trembled and gave me a nervous smile. "David, you don't... you don't think I'm a slut or anything, do you?"

"What? No. Why would you think that?"

"Isn't that what you call a girl who has sex with different people?" Amber queried.

"Well, not me, no. 'Slut' has too much of a negative connotation to it. And besides, I was at the same party. If a guy did it, he'd be called a stud. So maybe you're just a studette," I smiled. Amber's peasant shirt, while baggy, couldn't hide the swells of her full breasts nor completely conceal the hard dents of her nipples poking through.

Amber shyly looked at our hands. "You... you really don't think badly of me for doing all that?"

"No. You're just a girl having fun at college."

"You have no idea..." she gave me a sly grin. Amber held onto my hands tightly and suddenly her face was the most open and vulnerable I'd ever seen her. "David, really, I would hate it if you thought badly about me. What you think of me and how you feel about me is... very important to me. Can I actually be honest with you?"

"Fire away. I'm pretty open-minded. If you like sex, by all means, go wild. I love it, too." I squeezed her hands again and gave her a warm smile. "Now seriously, did you at least have a good time?"

Amber blushed, "Yeah... It was incredible. I didn't think those kind of orgies really existed. It was so... kinky, you know?" Amber visibly shuddered, almost like she was having an orgasm just thinking about it. "I absolutely loved it! But I wasn't sure how you'd react if you knew I was like that. It's not... normal."

"What's normal?"

"Well," Amber sighed as if she was letting out a lifelong-held secret. "My mother, for one, would not approve if she knew I'd gone to a party like that. I mean, she might have forgiven me for experimenting with E-Beth last year, but going to an orgy... OOPS!" Amber's hands yanked out of my grasp, then flew over her mouth and clamped down, as if she'd given up some secret that threatened national security.

"Hey, hey, relax..." I tried to mollify her, get her hands back into mine.

"You weren't supposed to know about me and E-Beth."

"Maybe not, but it doesn't bother me. Kind of a turn-on, actually." I smiled and squeezed her palms.

"Really?" Amber positively glowed and she got a fire in her eyes as if she wanted to jump me right now.

But that was probably just my wishful imagination. No way would a girl like Amber be interested in me. I averted my eyes and tried to change the subject. "So... Randall, huh?"

Her blushed deepened and got even redder. "I... I never thought you'd find out about that. He always wanted a threesome with me. Finally got it. He even had E-Beth, too."

I started imagining the kind of group sex going on in there, Randall, his redheaded girlfriend, Amber, E-Beth, and the others. "How was he? I mean, 'it', IT. Oh, sorry, didn't mean to ask that. Couldn't help it."

Amber cracked a fresh smile, "What? Jealous?"

I let my eyes roam up and down Amber's body. She was still as gorgeous as ever. "I'd be lying if I said no."

"Really?" she squeezed my hands and looked right into my eyes, her own swimming with deep emotion. "I mean, my head has been such a mess since that night. I never thought I could tell you how I felt. But when Randall... when he was... with me... all I could think of... I mean, who I was thinking of... was-"

"Hi sexy!" A chirpy, accented voice interrupted. I turned my head just in time to see a blonde blur jump at me. A moment later, Maria was kneeling astride me on the bench and doing her best to shove her tongue into the back of my throat.

It felt so good, I couldn't help but respond. And when I came up for air, the spot on the bench next to me was empty. I looked over and saw Amber hurrying away towards class.

But then Maria gripped my head, physically rotated it back around to her, and then planted a hot kiss on me again. All rational thoughts melted away as the white hot chemistry between us flooded my brain with an overdose of hormones. 

Maria was then tugging at my hand and pulling me off the bench. "Come quickly. I found a good spot."

Thirty seconds later I was plastered against the wall of a darkened classroom. Rows of desk chairs were off to the left and a pushpin was needling into my back, probably holding up some existentialist poster. Maria quickly had my fly open and squatted before me, gobbling up my hard cock.

"Maria, there's only a keylock on this door!" A key which we didn't have.

She popped off me just long enough to say, "Then you should hurry up before we get caught!"

***

Five minutes late and my balls drained, I slipped into Art History class. As quietly as possible, I gave an embarrassed nod to the professor and quickly got to my seat. To my surprise, Amber wasn't there.

Where had she gone? What was she about to tell me before Maria interrupted?

Needless to say, I couldn't concentrate on class. So as soon as we were dismissed, I set off on a brisk walk towards the girls' house. The whole time my mind was racing. Why was I on edge? It couldn't be jealousy, not really.

So what if E-Beth and Amber had a good time? E-Beth and I were broken up and she was off enjoying her wild side. I wished her well.

And Amber? No way could I have feelings for Amber because there was no way she could really have feelings for me. I didn't fit her profile, i.e. rich, cultured, well-dressed. I'd seen the few guys she'd dated over the past couple of years, the few that came close to meeting her standards. And I definitely wasn't one of them. 

Friends, classmates sure. But she would be forever out of my league. What did I know about country clubs and rich snobbery? Maybe if I became a millionaire... MAYBE... But that was just a pipe dream, like chasing after Cherys. It was hopeless and any pursuit would be a waste of time.

I rang the doorbell, and to my surprise, E-Beth answered the door. "David!" She leaped through the doorway and hugged me.

"Hey!" I patted her back and she kissed my cheek before backing up. Inwardly I felt mild disappointment as her wonderful boobs were removed from my chest. As time had gone on, E-Beth was only getting fitter and sexier. She'd kept her size 4 body while somehow maintaining her double-D's, and she must have been getting makeup advice from Amber as she was really learning how to beautify her face.

"So what's up? Oh, is this about that party on Friday?"

"No, no. I mean, yes, I was curious about that. But I'm here about Amber."

"Mm-HM!" E-Beth managed to giggle through her humming. "So Prince Charming has come to flirt with my roommate?"

"What? No, no, nothing like that. She just didn't show up to class and I wanted to make sure she was okay."

"Aww, too bad. She's been peppering me with questions about you for the last two days straight. But I'll go see if she's here." E-Beth turned and headed up the stairs. You'd think my ex-girlfriend wouldn't have been joking about me flirting with her roommate. But E-Beth actually seemed to relish the idea.

I wandered into the living room and greeted Phyllis and Diane, who were studying there. "Hey girls."

"Hey," Diane smiled and then went straight to her books. Phyllis made small talk with me for a few minutes before E-Beth came back down.

I could immediately see that my ex-girlfriend's cheery bubbliness was now gone. She looked at me a little funny. "Uh, she's in her room. Just give her a minute to make herself presentable," E-Beth informed me flatly, then gave me an odd look.

"So, David?" E-Beth affected a forced kind of casual air. "You seeing anybody?"

"Me? No, not exactly."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well... nothing romantic..."

"Not yet?" E-Beth could read me like a book.

I grinned and thought about the sexual chemistry between me and Maria. "Not yet..."

She sighed, "Well, good luck with that. Hope she's a nice girl. You can probably go up now." E-Beth turned and went into the kitchen.

I made my way up the stairs and knocked at the door to Amber's room. "Come in," she called.

She was in front of the mirror, putting the finishing touches on her makeup. I found this a little strange, since she'd already been perfectly made up when we got coffee this morning.

"Hey, uh, missed you in class."

"Yeah, didn't feel like going anymore. I think I'm going to drop that class." She came out and sat on the bed casually.

I paused for just a moment, looking at her intently. No amount of makeup could cover the redness in her eyes. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just been a crazy weekend, that's all."

My mind immediately went over the party and my meeting of Maria. "Yeah, it was. But we were talking about that party. You wanted to tell me something before we got interrupted. Sorry about that, by the way. Maria can be a little... overwhelming."

She waved me off and looked away. "No it's alright. I don't even know why I was making such a big deal out of it. You, of all people, would understand."

"Understand what? I'm sorry; my memory's a little hazy on exactly where we left off. But you said you'd come to a realization that night."

"I did..." Amber's voice trailed off and she looked at me with such a sadness in her eyes, it made me want to reach out and hold her. The radiant blue of her irises were as deep as the ocean, dark and liquid. But then she blinked and her entire face took on a more serious edge.

"I realized that maybe I'm lesbian, or at least, I'd rather be with girls than guys." Amber said her words shortly and she turned away. I mistook her physical signals for embarrassment. It never occurred to me that she was lying.

"Hey," I reached out and touched her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. "It's cool. You were right; I'm the perfect guy to be understanding about it. I'm not going to think badly of you or anything."

"Look, I already admitted E-Beth and I were... experimenting a bit last year. But at that party, I was with Randall, who is normally the exact kind of guy I would go after." Amber turned and looked at me intently. "I realized that I was just lying to myself. The upper-crust society matrons gave me these parameters for the ideal man, and I blindly followed them. But he's not the kind of guy I really want to be with."

"You a-," she paused and looked away. "You know what I mean?"

"I think so. Danielle went through the same thing when she was younger. She dated the jocks and the popular guys because she thought she was supposed to. But it wasn't how she felt inside." I felt so proud of myself in that moment for being the sensitive, understanding and supportive guy friend.

"Glad someone understands. My mother would kill me if she found out. So I'm okay, really. You don't have to worry about me. I'll talk to you later, alright?"

***

FALL QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (December 2000)

The last month of the fall quarter flew by. Amber did drop the Art History class, and with everything else going on in my life I didn't see much of her or E-Beth through to the winter break. I found it just a bit odd. Just when Amber and I were getting to the closest point in our friendship, with open honesty and understanding, all of a sudden I barely ran into her.

But I was a little too busy to find out what was going on. I spent most of the last few weeks studying like crazy for my finals. My afternoons and dinner times were spent with Kevin and Jen, hanging out with familiar friends. And about half of my evenings were spent romping with my cute Russian nymphomaniac.

Maria was like a kid turned loose in a candy store. She looked in wonder at everything having to do with sex and was eager to sample all that there was to offer. And even with her little sister monopolizing me as often as possible, Nataliya still wanted a little cock on occasion and I never turned her down either.

One Thursday evening, Maria had slipped out of my bed and was putting her clothes back on while I tried not to pass out after our latest bout of athletic shagging. She rarely stayed with me overnight. She wanted to fuck, not spoon.

I sat up against the headboard and watched the steam coming off my body. Maria was bent over at the waist, unconsciously showing me her breasts straining at her bra cups while she got her shoes back on. "I'll see you tomorrow night?" she asked.

"Yeah... You want me to take you on a romantic date? Or just crawl into bed and fuck each other's lights out?"

"You know me..." Maria teased and stuck her tongue out at me. I couldn't really complain, but I knew I wasn't going to get the romantic date I wanted. "No, tomorrow night is Carmita's party. Last one before Christmas."

About 24 hours later, I was dressed in stylish but easily removable clothing. By plan, I simply rode with Danielle and Cherys. I'd meet up with Maria and Nataliya once we got there. Nataliya and Leslie were back to 'off', but Nataliya said she didn't need to bring a date tonight.

We were listening to the radio when Maria suddenly perked up and yelled, "Turn it up. This is my FAVORITE song!"

Ten seconds later, my blonde nympho was bouncing in her seat, singing in her cute Russian accent: "I'm a Barbie Girl! In the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it's fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere..." Maria elbowed me in my ribs and flashed a flirty smile.

When we arrived at the stately mansion, Cherys took both mine and Danielle's hands in her own and hurried us upstairs. There was no need to stop off by the kitchen and get alcohol. We were all sexed up and ready to go, and the girls already had a plan.

To my surprise, Cherys led us straight to the master bedroom and popped the double doors. "We're here!"

Maria squealed and came straight to me, shoving her tongue into my mouth and dropping her hand to the bulge in my crotch. Cherys hopped across to the bed where Carmita, our foxy Latina hostess, was reclining with a smokily dark and handsome Latin man. Cherys promptly tackled Carmita, rolling them across the mattress in a whirlwind of dark hair and pink tongues.

Nataliya was standing with an exotically pretty young woman with distinctly East Asian features but with lighter brown hair and the similar height and stature to Maria. Nataliya told her something in what sounded Russian to me, and the girl slipped away to swoon in the arms of the Latin hunk on the bed.

Meanwhile, Nataliya walked up to my sister.

"New girlfriend?" Danielle asked.

"Oh, no. Aliya is just a new friend. She's been friends with Carmita and Hector for years and we met downstairs just last month. I found she speaks pretty good Russian for a Kazakh, and that's not all her skilled tongue can do."

"Why don't you show me what YOUR skilled tongue can do?" Danielle replied. At that, Nataliya and Danielle came together for their own brand of feminine loving, with tender caresses and soft lips. While Cherys and Carmita were going at it like eager beavers, Danielle and Nataliya were affectionately embracing like familiar friends.

Ordinarily, Cherys and Danielle were firm monogamists. These parties were their once a month releases to explore and play without judgment or jealousy. And I guess Nataliya had been part of that extra-relationship play for some time. Funny how I hadn't noticed at the last party. Guess I was too wrapped up in Maria at the time.

Speaking of which, Maria was just as horny as ever. Her arms wrapped around me and she spun us around and around, twirling in an erotic waltz as she tore at my clothes until we bumped against the bed. She quickly got my shirt off and tugged down at my loose khakis. 

Meanwhile, Carmita soon had Cherys in her favorite position, planted naked against the headboard, legs spread, and begging for Carmita's talented tongue. While Maria sucked my cock into her mouth to prep me for tonight's marathon fucking, I held her head and turned my own to ogle Cherys' heaving tits and Carmita's Jaguar of a muscular ass as the petite hardbody crouched on all fours and began eating Cherys out.

On this night, we had a couple of extra players in the room. Carmita growled to Hector, who was busy fondling Aliya's breasts and playing tonsil hockey nearby. "Come fuck me while I eat her out."

Hector did as ordered, slipping off his robe to reveal his own muscular hardbody with a thick cock aimed in the direction of the Sapphic embrace before him. He got to his knees on the bed behind Carmita. And with dick in hand, he rubbed the spongy head around Carmita's wet tightness before pressing forward to slowly sink his way inside. Meanwhile, Aliya started stripping and went over to join Nataliya and Danielle.

Maria pulled off me with a wet slurp, satisfied that I had reached full hardness. Watching the trio on the bed set into their fucking motions no doubt helped accomplish that. And when Maria stood up and saw them, I saw a wicked gleam come into her hazel eyes.

"Danielle?" she called softly, while still looking at me.

"Hmm?" came the reply as Danielle poked her head up from the threesome of female flesh over on the plush sofa.

"I think your little brother would really love to watch me tonguing your pussy," Maria's calm tone barely masked the heat in her voice. Her hand was still on my cock, and the telltale jerk was all the confirmation she needed.

I looked over and saw Danielle momentarily lose her breath at the notion, and zombielike she was already crossing the room to join us. Maria got herself undressed the rest of the way so that finally all eight people in the room were completely naked.




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My sister and the teenaged blonde met in a soft kiss. And then Maria was taking charge as she positioned Danielle on the bed side-by-side with Cherys. Danielle reached out and squeezed her girlfriend's hand, whose eyes fluttered open just long enough to smile happily before Carmita's next tongue swipe sent her spiraling towards first climax.

Maria got Danielle's attention back by crawling over my sister's body and pressing their lips together once again. And then Maria worked her way down, placing wet pecks on the dirty blonde's neck, shoulders, and chest before slurping both of Danielle's hard nipples to full erection.

My mind settled into a kind of trance from then until the end of the night. Everything was so surreal. Was I really about to find myself in some wild bisexual orgy? I'd been to one of these parties once, yes. But I only touched Nataliya and Maria.

While Maria was busy suckling on Danielle's tits, my sister focused her green- eyed gaze on me, where my own full erection was waving in the air. She stared at it with a sort of hunger, a forbidden curiosity that served to stimulate her arousal while simultaneously torturing her with its impossibility. It wasn't just that she'd never had a cock in her life. It's that it was my cock, her little brother's cock. And I just stared right back, fantasizing that Danielle and Maria would somehow switch places and I would find myself about to embed my erection inside of my sister.

Maria, oblivious to the mental exchange between Danielle and me, worked her way down until she was in a copycat position of Carmita. "Aren't we sexy? Fuck me, David," she gasped while watching the trio plug away beside us. And then her face went down between Danielle's legs.

I lined myself up behind Maria's tight ass, aimed my dick at her juicing pussy, and then pushed my way inside. As always, it took some effort to burrow all the way down, and then Maria's hips were bucking back at me as I slowly withdrew, the ridge of my cockhead dragging across her inner nerves the whole way back.

I was in sensory overload. My prick was surrounded by hot, wet pussyflesh. I had Maria's dynamite asscheeks in my hands. And more importantly, Danielle and Cherys were side-by-side and completely naked before my eyes. As I pushed in and out of Maria, my gaze was locked onto four heaving breasts, two mouths gaping open in gasps of pleasure, and one pair each of vermillion and iridescent eyes sparkling back at me. I was even turned on seeing naked Danielle's legs so close to my knees.

When I came, I lost track of time and space for a moment. My eyes were closed, and yet there was a female face in front of me, contorted in ecstasy. For a second, I thought it was Danielle, just a few feet in front of me, or was it Cherys? Was it blonde hair? Were they blue eyes? Everything was fuzzy and I felt the creeping blackness cover my consciousness as I threatened to black out.

But I felt a jerking tug on my cock and I opened my eyes, losing the phantom face in my mind. Instead, I looked down in surprise to see Nataliya fisting my cock and taking each jet of cum into her mouth as I pumped each shot in rhythm with her hand jacking me.

Maria had collapsed flat on the bed, gasping for air. Danielle had pulled her legs back, her gaping pussy spread wide in front of me once Maria's face left it. To the right, Aliya had Hector's cock in her mouth, swallowing him down while Cherys and Carmita idly rubbed each other in the aftermath of their own orgasms.

I noticed that Nataliya's throat wasn't pulsing. And when I was finished, she cupped her mouth, evidently still full of my jism, and she turned around to her sister. Maria rolled over and opened her own mouth, and then my eyes totally bugged out of their sockets as Nataliya pressed her lips to her baby sister's and I saw the ripples in their cheeks as Nataliya passed my man-cream down.

Danielle smirked at the sight and looked over to Cherys. The gorgeous brunette reached over and squeezed her girlfriend's hand. After catching their breath, the two beautiful lovers slipped off the bed and went over to the sofa to cuddle and talk.

In the meantime, the four remaining girls went to work on reviving the two dicks in the room. Nataliya returned to my cock and began working me back to full health. Carmita kissed her man wetly on the lips before coming over to me and placing her head besides Nataliya's. The Russian blonde took the hint and plopped me out of her mouth, handing me over to the sexy Latina, who looked up at me with deep brown eyes and smiled before taking my half-hard erection between her lips.

Maria got up. "Fair is fair," she told me with a smile before kissing me and then moving across the bed. Aliya moved aside as the blonde teenager looked up at the hunky Adonis and slurped his pecker into her mouth while staring into his eyes. She loved cock, and it showed.

The whole situation was overwhelming and exciting at the same time. I certainly couldn't complain about the ratio, with six girls for only two guys. Carmita was sensuality personified, her every movement graceful and powerful at the same time as she hummed and purred, sending exquisite vibrations through my cock even as she bobbed her head upon me. Nataliya was busy rubbing at Carmita's tits and stroking her back, patiently waiting for her turn before the hot brunette passed me back to her.

The girls switched twice more, Nataliya tickling my balls while she took shorter, energetic pulls at my dick and then back to Carmita's more languorous sucking. But just when Carmita got me back into her mouth, I realized I was ready to start fucking.

I gripped Carmita's head in my hands, holding her fast with my cock nudging against her throat. She looked up at me and inhaled through her nose. In a commanding voice I informed her, "I'm going to fuck you..."

She quivered and blinked.

"I'm going to fuck your tight ass..."

Carmita moaned and pulled back. I let go of her head and let her gasp for air before pushing against her shoulders until she was flat on her back. Quickly, I slipped to the floor and then tugged her hips to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs to either side of me.

"Nataliya," I barked. "Sit on her face. I don't want her to see this coming."

The Russian blonde fitted me with a charming smile and then settled her crotch over Carmita's head, facing back towards me. And as I leaned down to take a few licks of the Latina's spicy pussy, Nataliya lowered herself down to Carmita's waiting tongue.

I didn't really need the tongue-check. Visually I could see Carmita was lubricating like a fountain. So I first lay my hard cock across the cleft of her pussy lips, sawing back and forth through that tiny cleavage before backing up and nudging the head down. And with a firm grip on Carmita's thighs, I pushed my dick into her wet snatch.

Carmita groaned as I pressed forward, and I leaned until I was embedded all the way inside. Once I reached full depth, Nataliya reach forward to me and swapped a messy kiss before she arched back and squealed at a particularly good lick from the sexy girl beneath her.

Meanwhile, I started up a familiar pumping rhythm. Every girl is different. From Ellie to Monica and all the way to Maria, they each had a different pace and different buttons to push. But some things were consistent. And by reading Carmita's moans and twitches, I quickly learned she liked to be fucked the same way she liked to give head: with languorous, graceful power.

I glanced to the side to see Hector on his back with two beautiful, lithe babes riding on him. Aliya was sitting on his dick while Maria ground her crotch into his face. All three of them were having a great time.

Back to the object of my focus, I pinned Carmita's legs against the mattress and off to the sides, pressing her into a side-split which she handled well. My strokes were long and deep, powerful on the in-strokes and deliberate on the outs. She grunted with every impact of our hips crashing together, and very quickly I had her ramped up to her newest climax.

When she came, her torso arched straight up, sending her firm tits skyward until her body formed a bridge, with Nataliya's crotch pinning her head down and my cock anchoring her other end. A pure waterfall of girlcum flooded out from her, seeping down her crack and wetting the bed.

I felt that would be lubrication enough.

I moved her legs together and held them up, exposing that Jaguar of an ass with a river of feminine nectar flowing over the rosebud. I pulled out and then fisting my cock, I nudged the mushroom head up against Carmita's backdoor, and with a powerful lunge I popped it through her sphincter.

Carmita bucked so hard she tossed Nataliya off her briefly and let out a howling scream. Her buttery channel was extremely tight and yet wonderfully elastic. I felt the tight constriction of her petite body closing in and yet with some strong, constant pressure, I was slowly gliding all the way inside her butt.

Meanwhile, Aliya came to her own climax and toppled off to fall between the two fucking groups. Nataliya slipped off of Carmita to go play with the exotically beautiful mix of Caucasian and Mongol ethnicities. And then Hector decided for himself that fair was fair.

He flipped Maria over onto her belly and stuck two honey-coated fingers into her anus. Maria squealed in delight; he'd found her magic button. Like me, he slid off the bed and positioned the tight-assed teenager lying flat in front of him, with her legs split to the sides. And while he still worked at prying open her ass with his fingers, he brutally shoved his thick cock into her pussy from behind.

"Fuck me, Hector! Fuck my slutty cunt! Fuck! Fuck!" Maria's accented-chanting was a familiar refrain to me. And even though she was urging on another man, I felt no jealousy or guilt. Maria and I were fuck-buddies, nothing more. She may have spent most of the past month with me, but we made no promises to each other.

Besides, I was busy fucking Hector's girlfriend up her ass already. And soon Carmita was joining. "Yes! Fuck me David! Fuck my ass hard while my boyfriend fucks your girlfriend!"

I didn't bother to correct them. Maria had never been my girlfriend and I suspected she never would. She loved my cock, not me.

"Fuck me!" Carmita squealed. "Take my ass. Use my ass. CUM in my tight asshole!"

I was doing just that. I leaned forward and gripped Carmita's wobbling tits in my hands, leaning over her petite body and really reaming out her cornhole. Power. Smooth Grace. Hold nothing back. I possessed Carmita's body beneath me, and for a few minutes she was mine.

And by now, Hector was inching his way into Maria's asshole. I had to admit, his cock was thicker than mine. It fit, given that he was stockier and more muscular than me. And he was having a hell of a time getting it inside of her. For her part, Maria was in absolute heaven. She really got off on being buggered, and the mixed pain with her pleasure was setting off so many bells and whistles in her head. I could actually see Maria's unfocused gaze as she slumped against the mattress, panting and drooling happily.

Carmita was having a ball as well. I relocated my right hand to her crotch, diddling her clitty while I pistoned in and out of her ass. And at the moment she came, all of her muscles tightened up, especially her glutes. That meant a crushing pressure was suddenly applied to my shaft, and the tight friction I was still pistoning through was enough to set me off.

"FUCK!" I growled as I slammed forward one last time and began ejecting my load into Carmita's bowels. My asscheeks clenched and my hips rocked as I pumped wave after wave of cum deep into her darkest recesses. And when there was finally nothing left to shoot, I slumped forward, barely keeping my torso propped up above her.

"Hermano, did you just cum in my girlfriend's ass?" Hector asked as he grunted and pumped into Maria's behind.

"Fuck, yeah..."

"Good. Cuz I'm going to do the same." And with that, he groaned and I watched his neck muscles bulge as he rocked his hips while busting his own nut inside Maria's rectum.

When he was finished, he pulled out with a wet plop, and I backed out as well. Maria's eyes kind of rolled up into her head. I had no idea how many times she'd climaxed, but she certainly seemed satisfied. It was a look I'd rarely seen from the insatiable nympho.

The sounds of sex still filled the room as two Sapphic couples still went at it. When Carmita got her strength, she took the boys into the bathroom to clean us both up. And then we rested up a bit before continuing.

There were still a few more hours before the party ended.

***

WINTER BREAK (December 2000)

I was actually kind of relieved when winter break came. It was a chance to recharge my batteries and heal the bruises around my crotch. At the party, I'd gotten around to sticking my dick into Nataliya and Aliya both, filling Aliya with my sperm and watching Maria slurp it out of her. Aliya was a good lay, but we parted as strangers.

In fact, I never even kissed Carmita or Aliya on the lips. We just fucked. That was it. Hell, Hector even offered to suck my dick before I made clear that I was pretty straight.

I had some good time to think during those two weeks off. All the sex, and yet I wasn't getting any closer to finding personal, romantic happiness. Was I deluding myself into thinking that love might make me happy? Was it not a goal worth pursuing?

The fact was, I'd just been involved in an orgy with seven other people, six of whom were very attractive girls. And yet the ones I felt closest to emotionally were my sister Danielle, and her partner-in-life Cherys, neither of whom I even touched.

Was the party enjoyable? Sure.

Did it mean anything in the end? Maybe not.

So I spent an introspective two weeks back home. I was back in my own bedroom at home, eating my mom's cooking. And just like old times, I stared at the ceiling evaluating my life, and evaluating my prospects:

Monica: with Nate.

Ellie: gone.

Danielle: my sister, off-limits.

Cherys: Danielle's.

E-Beth: moved on. Could we find each other again someday?

Amber: I was attracted, sure... but again, she was out of my league. Besides, didn't she just confess she'd rather be with girls? And why was she avoiding me?

Jen: with Kevin, and I didn't feel romantically for her anyways.

Nataliya: not interested. And I didn't have feelings for her beyond physical attraction and a little brotherly respect.

Maria: not serious. She was sweet but too young to even contemplate settling down. If I couldn't even get her to sleep with me overnight, how could I possibly get her into a relationship?

Carmita: taken.

Aliya: nah.

Nothing but two weeks but me and my thoughts. Even if it was a little muddled inside my head, at least I had peace and quiet to take the time and sort things out.

Still, I'd gotten used to frequently getting laid, and I really did miss my blonde beauties. Thank goodness for Internet porn.

***

WINTER QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (January 2001)

"Hey, gorgeous," I sidled up to Cherys and wrapped my arm around her, trapping her against my hip.

"Hey, David," she leaned against my arm, and then pivoted around so we could hug facing one another. She hummed happily. This was a good start. I'd made a New Year's resolution to be more in control of my sex life. Less meaningless fucking and more time finding romance. If that meant cutting down on fucking Maria or Nataliya, then so be it. I decided I'd rather spend more time just hanging out with Danielle and Cherys anyways.

Two other priorities were reconnecting with E-Beth and Amber as well as searching for love. I promised myself I'd make time for that as well.

Cherys clutched tight to me for a bit and then held me at arms length. "You're right on time."

"Traffic was good." I'd just driven to campus on this Sunday afternoon. School would start again tomorrow after the not-long-enough Winter Break. Danielle and Cherys had left earlier in the morning and beaten me to our apartment. "On time for what?"

Danielle came out of my bedroom, an impish grin on her face. "Oh, nothing..."

I looked back and forth between my sister and her girlfriend. They both had devious grins on their faces. Just when I wanted to feel emotionally connected and affectionate, I reminded myself that this was my big sister involved. "Ah, hell. What did you guys do to my room? Booby trap it with a bucket of water over the door? Rearrange all my clothing? What?"

Cherys rolled her eyes. "Yes, we booby trapped it. Now go inside and find out!"

I decided to leave my suitcase in the hall. If there was going to be a mess, I might as well minimize the damage. And so with exquisite care, I opened the door to my bedroom, automatically scanning to look for hidden traps.

Well, I had to admit, they really did booby trap my room, with very nice boobies. Nataliya and Maria were both on my bed, completely topless and nestled against each other. Four pretty tits stared back at me, ranging from Nataliya's full, heavy knockers to Maria's perkier, firm beauties.

The two blonde sisters were frenching obviously, with lots of tongue and sultry eye glances in my direction. Each was supporting their bodies on one hand while reaching out with the other to caress the perky tits of the other.

Shit. There went my idea of more romance, less sex.

In the same cute accents, they said, "Welcome home, big boy!" And then with perfectly synchronized timing, the blondes turned around onto all fours, lifting their miniskirts over their asses and revealing that they had no panties on underneath.

"Ohhh, yes..." I groaned. With two pretty, pink pussies and two firm butts facing me, I walked straight forward and wondered what good deeds I had done in a prior life to deserve this. "Take your pick," Nataliya husked.

My clothes were on the floor in seconds. "Gawd damn you two are so sexy..." My fingers went exploring first. Both pussies were soaking wet. Damn I loved my life.

"Stop wasting time, David. Come fuck me," Nataliya whined and wiggled her ass.

"Yes, I'm so horny and I haven't had any cock in weeks!" Maria moaned in a slightly higher pitched voice.

"Come fuck me and my baby sister. Fuck us. Fuck our pussies. Fuck our assholes. Give us your sperm."

"If you insist." I stepped to the foot of the bed, grabbed Nataliya's hips and in a single motion thrust my hard cock to the root inside her spasming pussy.

"YES!!!!" she crowed, and immediately began grunting as I pistoned in and out of her. But just as she was getting into rhythm, I pulled out, stepped two feet to the right, and buried myself into Maria's snatch.

"FUUUCK! Oh, YES!" Maria cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chanted while I continued reaming her out, stopping only when I popped out and switched back to her sister. "Awww..." Maria moaned.

I doggy-hammered Nataliya, reaching around to palm her swaying tits and squeeze her nipples. Meanwhile, Maria flopped over and onto her side, watching me intently and diddling her own clit while she bided her time.

She didn't have to wait long before Nataliya lit off into a quick orgasm. And as soon as big sis came down, I moved over, pulled Maria's legs over my shoulders and mounted her.

"You're so sexy, baby," I crooned to her, causing Maria to shiver in delight.

This was my favorite position with the Russian teenager, bending her thin body in half and just pummeling her into the mattress. She kept up her frantic chants of "Yes! Yes! Yes!", culminating in a long "YESSSSS!!!" as she tightened up and came, squeezing her already tight tunnel so hard I was half-afraid she'd compress my cock into a diamond.

Nataliya was good, really good at sex. Her body was built for comfort with all the lush curves, high energy, and enticing beauty a guy could ask for. But her baby sister was in another world.




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In the few short months since I'd taken her virginity, Maria had proven herself to be an insatiable nymphomaniac and an absolute firecracker in the sack. She learned fast and despite her thin frame, she could take quite the pounding, with the bruises to prove it. And whenever her inner muscles pulled at my cock the way they were doing now, she never failed to draw out my cum.

I didn't let her down. Both barrels fired as my balls evacuated and poured out a river of sperm into her womb. It was a good thing Maria had gone on the pill or we'd have had a few dozen kids by now.

I felt every drop of energy flow out of me with that climax, and when my dead weight fell onto her chest, Maria hummed happily and clutched me to herself.

But then Nataliya was beside us, complaining, "You always hog him!"

As if on cue, Cherys let out a particularly loud moan through the wall. Maria smiled, "If you're feeling left out, I'm sure the girls wouldn't mind you going next door."

"Bitch! You just want him all for yourself!" Nataliya snarked.

Maria grinned; the sentiment was a constant joke. I spent the entire Fall quarter playing around with both the Russian blondes. I dropped little hints here and there about forming some romantic relationships, but neither of them seemed interested. Nataliya was still dancing around her romance with Leslie and Maria just didn't want anything from me but my cock. 

First E-Beth, now Maria. A guy could get to feeling a little... used.

Not that I had much to complain about. Nataliya pushed me off her little sister and immediately slurped me into her mouth, Maria's girlcum on my cock and all. A moment later, Maria was fighting for space around my crotch and trying to get her tongue on my shaft, and the two hot blondes were soon swapping my rebuilding erection back and forth between them. Sometimes, they didn't even bother to trade off, both going down on me at the same time and kissing each other across my meat. Meanwhile, they both got their skirts off to leave all three of us fully naked.

To finish off, Maria took over full-time cocksucking duties while Nataliya settled her pussy over my face. "You owe me one more orgasm. Then we practice rear entry."

I did as I was told, and as Nataliya lay panting on the bed from her latest climax, Maria fished out the Astroglide from my drawer. She handed it to me and blushed prettily. No matter how many strange positions we tried or how many different stimulations we practiced, nothing made Maria come harder than rough anal sex.

"Alright bitches, on your knees!" I ordered.

Nataliya got the reference and barked like a cute puppy. The girls quickly got back into position on all fours, side by side, with their asses aimed back at me. I ogled the tightly clenched rosebuds I would soon be plundering.

Yeah, not much I could complain about.

***

An hour later, I staggered out of my bedroom towards the bathroom. The girls were unconscious and tangled together on my bed, semen leaking from both their assholes and Maria's pussy. The highlight for me had been when the girls stopped bickering about who got to fuck me, and instead they went into an unbelievably hot sixty-nine, sucking each other's cunts while I switched back and forth across the bed, drilling my cock into one and then the other's asshole.

Friendship, romance, love: I'd fulfill those promises later.

I'd heard Danielle and Cherys making their own music through the wall, so my assumption was that it was safe to venture naked outside.

That assumption turned out to be wrong.

"Hmm, looks like little Davie's plumb tuckered out."

"Dani!" I tried to cover my crotch.

"Hey, squirt." She leaned back against the couch. The thin robe she wore did nothing to hide her hard nipples poking through the silky material which clung to her curves. "You really are a marathon man."

"Well, I gotta enjoy my youth while it lasts." I released my hands. It wasn't like she hadn't seen everything before. I realized then that we'd finally gotten to the point where she didn't feel embarrassed around me in sexual situations.

Danielle smiled and waved me away. "Go get cleaned up."

***

That evening, I was reclining in the corner of the couch, watching a movie with my roommates. Cherys was turned sideways and leaning against my chest, holding my left arm around her waist. Her feet were in Danielle's lap where her girlfriend was casually massaging the toes while we took in the latest Sunday night movie on network TV.

The Russian blondes, as usual, had fucked and ran. Wham, bam (and bam and bam), thank you man.

A six-pack of beer was conspicuously four short. I drained my latest one and then dropped the bottle onto the side table, with a mental note to recycle it later, lest Danielle go into mother-mode and nag me about cleaning up after myself.

During a commercial break, Cherys slid down until her head was in my lap and she was looking up at me. "I'm going to miss this."

I looked right back down at her. "What?"

"This." She waved her hands at me and Danielle. "You're like the little brother I never had. I'll miss this feeling of just lazying around the house, with... well, the family I never had. Once I came out as a lesbian, I was always a bit of an outcast with my family. We never did this, really, hanging out together in the living room."

"Hey! You'll always have me," Danielle chimed in and rubbed Cherys' feet for emphasis.

"I know. But that's different. You're my partner... forever. We've always had our quiet time together. But somehow, having David here too just makes me feel... homey. I wish we could take you with us."

"Who says you can't?" I protested. "Just get jobs close to campus so I don't have to deal with commuting."

By then the movie was back on and we silenced to watch it. And no sooner had the movie ended than Cherys was reaching out to the beer pack and coming up empty.

"Aww. Hey, David." Cherys looked at me and gave me her best imitation of a puppy dog, her eyes wide and luminous. "Will you please get me another beer out of the fridge?"

Yeah, I was putty in her hands. Always was, always would be. I lifted her light body off of me and extricated myself from the couch. But I got to the fridge to find it empty. "Sorry, ladies. Looks like we're all out."

"All out?" Cherys complained. "It's barely nine o'clock. David, will you run down to the store with me?"

"Sure thing."

Cherys got up and headed for the coat rack. It was still early January and temperatures were pretty low at this late hour. It was a good thing the local liquor store was only a few blocks away.

We got properly bundled up, Cherys in a cute snowbunny hat with her dark, straight tresses hanging over her ears. We walked out into the cold, Cherys comfortably holding my right arm with both of hers as we headed off down the sidewalk.

We were perhaps a block away when we first heard the whistle, loud and clear and shrill in the silent night. We both stopped right in our tracks and looked at each other as if to ask, "No, seriously?"

You see, every incoming freshman girl was given a whistle by campus security during orientation. It was basically a panic alert: if you ever heard a whistle, drop everything and run to help out whoever was whistling. In my entire college career, I'd never heard one go off.

The second time the whistle blew, I was shaken out of my stupor and took off at a dead run, Cherys following close behind. I turned at the next street and saw them.

With the late hour on a Sunday night and January chill in the air, the streets were just about deserted. So there was no one else around but us as I saw two figures in black trying to pin down a smaller person in a pink coat. There was just the slightest hesitation in my stride as I adjusted course, darting across the street and shouting "HEY!" at the top of my lungs.

At the sound of my voice, a girlish scream pierced the air, "HELPPP!"

One of the attackers backed up almost immediately. I was hoping he would turn out to be a coward and run for it, and he obliged by scurrying away another ten feet as I ran up. But the other guy, who was still on top of the struggling girl in pink, stayed down and managed to get his right arm free enough to land a vicious punch, sending her head to the sidewalk with a muffled crack. Her body went limp.

Just then I arrived on the scene and launched myself through the air. I was on offense in High School football, but I was still taught how to properly tackle. My shoulder led the way into his body and took him clean off and onto the sidewalk.

There was a black, wrought-iron fence bordering the property of the closest building. Our momentum carried us until he crashed against it. And once we stopped the guy flailed at me, trying to punch me while I just did my best to pin him down and land a few punches of my own. It wasn't a pretty fight, mostly just flailing limbs and the occasional lucky strike. I was no trained fighter, just a relatively big guy amped on adrenaline.

Unfortunately, coward boy decided to come to his buddy's defense and returned. I was so wrapped up in thug one that I didn't see him until his foot landed in my mid-section.

All the air left my lungs and I gasped. The impact knocked me against the fence and off his buddy. While I was still on all fours, he kicked me again in my gut. But before he could get a third shot in, I staggered to my feet to face the new attacker. With his legs spread for balance, ex-coward boy got into a boxer's pose and made ready to hit me.

But then I saw another figure line up behind him and I actually stopped moving in surprise. Thug one, still on the ground, gurgled a warning too late, and then Cherys' foot flew up at impossible speed between coward boy's legs.

A moment later, coward boy probably wished he'd have kept running as he curled in a fetal position on the cold sidewalk, moaning in agony and trying to cradle his destroyed genitalia.

By now, thug one had gotten back to his feet and decided that he didn't like the odds anymore. Without a backwards glance at his friend, he took off at a dead run. Instinctively, I took three steps to give chase. But then I let him go to make sure coward boy didn't get away.

Cherys took care of that problem when coward boy tried to get up and run away himself. A well-placed boot to the head, and he was lights out on the ground. Gorgeous, intelligent, and strong. As if I didn't already have her on a high enough pedestal.

Cherys nodded me towards the girl in the pink jacket, who was groaning and starting to wake up on the sidewalk. Meanwhile, she fished her cell phone out from her purse and started dialing 911.

I went over, seeing the blonde hair peeking out from the stylish pink beret and knelt down beside her. She moaned and turned her face towards me, and I let out a gasp. Cradling her face in my hands, I said, "Amber?"

She winced in pain. There was a dark spot beneath her left eye that would be quite the shiner in a few minutes. But her eyes fluttered open and she squinted at first before she recognized me. "David?"

Immediately, her hands came up behind my back and she hugged me, causing me to wince as her arms pressed against my side. I probably had bruised ribs or something from those gut kicks. I bit down against the pain and hugged her back, sinking my butt onto the sidewalk and being careful not to hurt her.

Still, Amber seemed to be moving fine as she clutched at me. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Oh, don't thank me, Cherys did all the work."

Amber looked to the side to see the beautiful brunette squatting next to us and keeping an eye on the unconscious attacker.

Cherys held up her hands. "No, no. David did all the fighting and took all the punishment for it. I just finished this one off."

"That's the second time you've rescued me." Amber looked up at me, her blue eyes sparkling in the streetlamp light. "My hero."

***

We didn't get home for a few hours, it seemed. Cherys called Danielle and soon my big sister was fussing over me almost as much as Amber was. A black and white squad car arrived less than a minute after Danielle did, and they soon had coward boy handcuffed and in the back of their car, still in a daze.

Everybody gave a statement, even Danielle, who wasn't even there and had to repeat that fact two more times. Amber explained that she had been on her way to the store when the two thugs jumped her. She ran and started blowing her whistle, but couldn't get away before they caught her and coldly told her they were going to knock her out and then take turns raping her.

Cherys visibly bristled when Amber recounted that part. She looked ready to bust into the squad car and rip the coward boy's balls off.

The paramedics pronounced us in stable condition. Still, they wanted to have the docs take a look at us with the attempted rape and assault charges and all. Amber and I hopped into the ambulance and Danielle and Cherys hurried back to pick up a car and meet us at the hospital. The cops would drop off coward boy and then meet us at the hospital to finish our statements.

Amber let go of my hand just once the entire time, to get out her own cell phone and call E-Beth. "No, no, you don't have to come down. I'm fine, I'm fine. David's with me."

That last phrase seemed to mollify the housemates and my ex-girlfriend. Amber soon hung up and then went back to snuggling under my arm.

When the medics checked us, it turned out that Cherys was right. She didn't have a scratch on her. Meanwhile, I'd suffered a lot more damage than I thought I had, but nothing too serious. Three bruised ribs, several contusions to my forearms, and a shiner on my left cheek to match the one on Amber.

Amber's damage was probably a little more mental. She had a couple of scrapes and bruises, mostly from the tight gripping on her limbs with her tender skin not used to that kind of abuse. The one big bruise under her left eye was dark purple and looked uglier than it probably felt. Then there was the mild concussion. Thankfully, she didn't have any memory gaps and she wasn't suffering from any serious shock.

After a couple of hours and a repeat of our police statements, they let us all go. Danielle drove us first to Amber's house. We all walked her inside where her housemates immediately began doting on her.

It was really late now (or really early, depending on how you read the clock), and we started to make our exit. But Amber reached over from her spot on the couch and grabbed my arm.

She looked so small and fragile, looking up at me with baby blue eyes and that shiner on her cheek. "Don't leave me. Stay tonight."

I glanced at Cherys and Danielle, both of whom shrugged and indicated towards Amber. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," I told them.

Nothing untoward happened that night. After quick and separate showers, I slipped into Amber's bed wearing my shorts and one of E-Beth's oversized pajama pants. Amber spooned in front of me, pulling my right arm around her body. The thin, frightened blonde shuddered in my gasp for a few minutes, fighting back tears while I did my best to make soothing noises and stroke her side.

I managed to stay awake until I was certain Amber had fallen asleep. Without thinking about, I leaned forward and kissed her just behind her ear, and then I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to blissful unconsciousness.

***

When my eyes fluttered open, I was immediately aware of the warm body curled up in front of me. It was impossible to ignore my morning erection pressed tightly against her backside. My face was just an inch away from the back of her neck, stray blonde hairs tickling my nose. My left arm was buried beneath a pillow, and my right arm was wrapped around her body.

It had been a while since I slept with a girl overnight, but my body seemed to know what to do. I realized that I had a very firm breast cupped in my right hand, and automatically I squeezed it. Once my conscious mind kicked in, I jerked my hand away and silently prayed that I hadn't disturbed Amber.

Turned out, she was already awake and enjoying the cuddle. She reached out quickly, grabbed my arm, and then returned my hand to her breast. And once we were back in position, she snuggled herself back a couple of inches to move herself even tighter into my embrace.

"You have no idea how long I wanted this..." she whispered without turning around to me.

In my defense, I had literally just woken up. My whole body was stiff and my head was filled with molasses. "Uh, what?"

In an angelic voice, Amber gasped, "I would dream of waking up in your arms." With that she turned around, reached a hand up to my face, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

My eyes flew WIDE open. I was not expecting this. Still, it was a very pleasant feeling and I flowed back into her kiss.

Then her hand got down and circled my hard cock. That got my attention. "Whoa! Whoa, Amber! You don't owe me anything. If you're grateful for last night I understand. But you don't have to do this."

"I want to do this. I've always wanted to do this."

"Wait, what? I don't understand."

"David. Shut up." Her lips planted firmly against me and her arms went around my neck. She rolled us over until I was flat on my back and she was seriously trying to shove her tongue down my throat.

My hormones and adrenaline surged, rapidly waking up every inch of my body. Without conscious thought, my hands held her narrow hips and then slipped beneath the baggy T-shirt she wore and began stroking the soft skin of her naked back.

Amber sat up, using her fingers to comb her hair behind her ears while her baby blues flashed in the morning light. As she rose, her head passed through the rays of sunshine peering through the crack in the curtain and for a moment, I almost felt like I could actually hear the angels singing as her beautiful face was brilliantly lit up so that I could see every perfectly crafted line and feature in absolute clarity.

The moment was an epiphany for me. Suddenly, all the little looks and glances Amber had been giving me for the past year, all the little flirty comments and sighs of romantic jealousy over my relationship with E-Beth, they all made sense. We'd come very far since High School indeed.

Amber's next movement kind of shattered my little reverie. I couldn't help but gawk as she reached down to the hem of her shirt, crossing her arms and then lifting up, and soon I was staring at her big, beautiful breasts while her T-shirt fluttered away.

Her tits were absolutely incredible. Big, firm globes that didn't even sag. I half- thought they were fake until later inspection proved them to be all-natural. In fact, her entire torso, well lit by sunlight, was so perfect a Greek statue would have been jealous.

Amber's hands returned to my chest, gently tracing the dark marks around my bruises and up until she could squeeze my pecs. And then she ducked down again to nip along my jawline, down my neck, and across my shoulders.

I groaned, "Amber, Amber..." constantly while my palms roved across her spine and shoulders. I couldn't believe this blonde beauty was doing this with me. Perhaps I was still in the dream-world. If so, I didn't want to wake up.

Her lips found mine again and then a surge of arousal coursed through me. I rolled us over until she was on her back. I kissed her lips and then moved down to take my first taste of her firm tits, so large and so buoyant, sagging only slightly despite her supine position. And while I feasted on her breasts, I knelt to drag her panties away.

They were already soaked through, and I tugged down until I saw a neatly trimmed blonde landing strip leading the way to a pretty pink pussy. Once she was naked, I slid down and got between her legs.

Amber cried, "Oh yes! Eat me David! Make me cum!"




The Book of David Ch. 06



I intended to do just that. I was being gentle with her body, her porcelain skin marred by quite a few bruises, and I didn't want to add to them. My own body should have been stiff and hurting in pain, but the hormonal rush washed all that away and I had nothing left but my sexual hunger. I parted her legs and began to lap away at her juicy slit. My tongue ran the gamut from top to bottom, over and again before I stiffened and then speared my tongue into her channel.

Amber whimpered and bucked her hips into my face. And when she settled down I went to work on her clit. "David, David, David..." she chanted my name over and over again, as if in disbelief that it was really me going down on her. When her legs came up and squeezed my ears, I bored down even harder and Amber came with a gushing rush of sweet nectar, pouring her honeyed love out onto my face.

When she came down from her high, she pulled my hair painfully until I got the hint and moved up her body. She kissed me and playfully licked at her own fluids on my face. Then she rolled us back over so she was on top. It was Amber's turn to kneel and divest me of E-Beth's pajama pants and my shorts. And soon my rock hard erection was pointed to the ceiling in her hands.

"Oh, Amber," I breathed in rapturous excitement. She just smiled happily down at me.

She took a couple of slow strokes, testing my hardness and exploring every ridge and throbbing vein. Then at last, she leaned forward and kissed me again while swinging a leg over to straddle me. And with her hand jacking my cock, she lowered down and took me inside of her.

My vision was filled with a white light as Amber's body and mine joined together. They say lightning strikes when you meet your soulmate. This was WAY more than that. The moment was so incredible that words cannot describe it. All I can say is that for a little while, we were truly in heaven.

When my vision returned, I saw Amber's hands go to her knees and she closed her eyes as she sank lower and lower. I felt my cockhead spreading her walls as she descended, until at last she was impaled to the hilt. "Yesss..." Amber hissed and then opened her eyes to look at me.

"David, I love you," she said before she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine once again.

The words overwhelmed me more than anything. Ellie had never made that verbal commitment. E-Beth had used the words, but in the end confessed affection and obligation, not love. But for the strangest reason, I believed Amber when she said that.

It made no sense. Wasn't this technically a 'thank you' fuck? This was Amber, a gorgeous, mostly-lesbian goddess who was out of my league, like Cherys. How could she say she loved me and mean it? What was I missing? Rationally, it made no sense. And yet the whirlwind of emotions running through me and the sheer bliss in my mind confirmed how much Amber really did love me.

I wanted to understand. I wanted to know how this was possible, and why. But all I could focus on was Amber's tight pussy going up and down on my cock, her inner muscles clutching at me on the upstrokes as if to draw the sperm out of me. Moreover, she leaned forward and draped those fabulous tits in my face, forcing me to expend valuable concentration on darting my tongue out to capture the rosy pink nipples.

I'd had some pretty good sex over the past few years. But somehow, Amber's pussy was the best I'd ever felt. She wasn't the tightest or the hottest. It was just... perfect. My mind was an absolute jumble of affection, pleasure, confusion, and lust. I literally couldn't think straight for more than two seconds. "Oh, Amber. Oh, fuck... so good..."

"Gawd damn you feel so good in me. Your cock is so big. It fills me up so nice. Mm... mm... oh, yes..." Amber was a vocal lover, constantly urging me on and making the most erotically cute noises the entire time.

My hands were on her tight ass, guiding her up and down my shaft. She switched to a rotating motion and ground her clit against me, and when her body stiffened up and she threw her head back to scream, I nearly came myself.

Amber's pussy was clenching me so tightly, but soon she relaxed and just kept on going. "Oh, that was a nice cum, David. You feel so good to me and you're still hard. Fuck, fuck. Mm... oh, I'm going to cum again. Cum with me, David! Fill me up! Fill me with your hot cum! Shoot into my tight pussy!"

While I made it through Amber's first orgasm, there was no way I could survive her second. From her words to the physical pleasure, I was at the edge of climax and when her pussy first clamped down on me for her second orgasm, she pulled up and finally drew the sperm out of me. My balls tightened, and as Amber's hot body thrashed in spastic pleasure above me, I felt the gallons of cum racing up my shaft to fly out of the tip at subsonic speed and splatter against Amber's insides.

"CUUUUUUM!" Amber was screaming at the top of her lungs. I dimly wondered what Phyllis and Diane, and especially E-Beth, was making of this racket.

Amber's body slowly chugged to a halt, and she hung her head down between her shoulders and planted her palms against the bed on either side of me. This brought her tits right back into my face again. "Gawd damn. I haven't cum that hard since forever."

I shrugged with a silly, satisfied grin on my face. She did all the work.

Amber kissed me again and then flopped over, our mingled jism drying in my crotch and continuing to leak out of her. Amber pulled me behind her body and we cuddled up again.

"I mean it, David," she whispered softly. "I love you."

***

We lay panting, back in our cuddle position, my wet crotch pressed tight to her naked ass with her full breast palmed in my right hand. "What just happened?" I asked.

"We had sex, silly."

"I remember that part. What I don't understand is why."

Amber seemed to shrink in front of me and hunched her shoulder down. "Do... you don't feel the same way, do you?" It was impossible to miss the pain in her voice now, whether I was thick-headed or not.

"Amber..." I held her shoulders.

Already tears were forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I know you've already got Maria the supermodel. Why would you like me? Please, forget we did anything."

"No, no, Amber. I like you... I like you a LOT. And what I feel for you right now is... is just incredible! And what we just shared was incredible! But, I'm confused. I never thought you'd be attracted to a guy like me. If it was just about last night, well that would make a little sense. But... in a million years I'd never have thought you wanted me."

"And why not?"

"Well, for one, you were always that girl from the Heights. I'm just... just me. I don't have a lot of money or connections. I'm not going to be a doctor or lawyer. And you're... well, you're out of my league."

"Why don't you let me decide who's in my league or not."

"I do. But I've seen the guys you've gone out with. Jackson, for starters. There was that guy driving the Bentley. There's the pre-med guy who wears a Rolex. And even Randall had the country club membership and his dad's yacht. I'm attracted to you, but I can't compete with that."

"You really think I'm so shallow?"

"No, not shallow. Just... different. And THEN you were telling me you were lesbian. I learned a long time ago not to try and find true love with someone who wanted girls more than they wanted me."

Amber sighed. "David, you are such a dork."

"Yeah..." I admitted.

"I lied."

"What?"

"Last fall. I lied. I realized at that party that I didn't want arrogant rich boys like Randall, I wanted you. I saw the way you treated E-Beth and I was totally jealous of her all freshman year. And then you were available and we were getting to talking in class and I wanted to find out what we could be together." Amber exhaled wearily.

"But just when I knew what I wanted to do, you came downstairs holding that beautiful blonde's hand. She's hot, she's got that sexy accent, and she's probably dynamite in bed. So I made up the confession that I was a lesbian because I couldn't admit that I liked you and that way you wouldn't wonder why I stopped dating other guys."

She sighed, and the glow in her eyes seemed to fade. "You have a girlfriend, and I didn't want to be the 'other woman'. But after last night, I just couldn't wait any longer. I had to tell you... show you... how I felt"

"But... but... I don't have a girlfriend!" I looked at her quizzically. "I'm not taken."

"You're not?" It was Amber's turn for her eyebrows to jump up. "Then who's the blonde I always see you with?"

"We only MET at that party. I'll admit, we've had sex. But that's it, just sex. She fucks me and then goes home most of the time, doesn't even stick around overnight. She's using me. And for now... well, I haven't really minded that much."

"Men..." Amber grumbled.

I held her face in my hands. "If I'd known how you felt, I would have gone out with you in a heartbeat. And If you honestly want me, then I want to find out what we can be together."

"Really?" she broke into a wide smile.

"Yeah." I kissed her.

"*FINALLY*!" came the loud voice from behind me. Amber and I both jerked and turned around. Three heads were poking through the door, comically lined up one on top of the other. Diane was closest to the floor, E-Beth in the middle, and Phyllis the tall one on top.

E-Beth continued, "I've watched you two dancing around each other all freaking year. It's about time you got together."

***

As I walked up to my apartment, I was already rehearsing the phone calls I would need to make. Rather than try to turn down Maria or Nataliya when they came to me for a booty call, I knew I would be better off letting them know during the daytime before their hormones were acting up.

As I gingerly walked up the stairs, my ribs still aching, I was trying to decide if I'd rather they be home and pick up the phone, or out at class already so I could leave a voicemail and postpone the inevitable.

Turned out to be neither. I walked in and a blonde hurricane launched herself at me.

"Nataliya!" Maria's voice called a warning. And then the statuesque big sister thudded against my chest and wrapped her arms around me.

"Oww!" I groaned as pain shot through most of my body. Just hours earlier I'd been in a fight with guys kicking my ribs.

"Oh! Sorry!" Nataliya let go immediately and started touching me tentatively. "Where does it hurt?" Nataliya's mothering instinct was kicking in.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked.

Maria came up from her spot next to Cherys and my sister. "Cherys told us everything. We had to come for our hero."

I grimaced as Nataliya gave up on being gentle and bear-hugged me. I explained, "I really didn't do anything but get my butt kicked."

Cherys cut in, "Don't be modest. They're going to jail. You're here. And Amber is safe. That makes you a hero."

Maria was now tugging at my shirt. "I think our hero could use a bath. He's all stinky and I think Nataliya and I would do an excellent job of massaging his aches away."

The blondes started pulling me towards the bathroom while Danielle and Cherys just hung back and smirked. My mind was already racing to remember all the logically rational explanations I was planning to use for why I shouldn't be having sex with the Russian sisters anymore. And then I remembered what I'd been doing just that morning. If the girls got my pants off and got a good smell of my crotch, things would get a little awkward.

"Whoa, whoa," I protested. My tone went serious. "Girls, girls, we have to TALK."

That brought them up short and they ceased their dragging of me for just a few moments. Maria leaned in and nibbled on my neck while murmuring, "Whaaat...?" in a petulant little-girl voice. "Should I give you a blowjob first? To take the edge off?"

I sighed, "Maria, I'm falling in love with someone."

Her head popped off my neck and she looked at me in open shock. "Not me, are you?"

I barked a short laugh. She looked really frightened that I might be falling for her.

"No, no."

Maria looked at me funny. "Not Nataliya?"

"No..."

"I knew it!" Danielle's voice suddenly shot out. Cherys just sighed.

Maria looked back and forth between my two roommates. "Who?"

Cherys was the one to nod her understanding. "Amber, right? ESPECIALLY after last night."

I nodded.

Maria cocked her head to the side. "Oh, ok. She's very pretty. Now, we need to get you cleaned up." Her hands went to my pants again and Nataliya started propelling me from behind towards the bathroom.

"Wait! Wait! You can't!"

"Why not? It's just sex," Maria bubbled. "I don't mind if you get yourself a girlfriend. As long as I can still use this magnificent cock!" She got my pants open and shoved her hand into my shorts. "Ooh... it's still sticky from your girlfriend."

I was mildly alarmed. Despite having participated in recent orgies with my sister and Cherys nearby, getting groped in my living room in front of them while Amber's pussy was still on my dick was rather embarrassing. I wasn't even hard.

I grabbed onto Maria's wrist, stopping her. "That's just it, sexy... I can't cheat on my girlfriend."

"Did she tell you not to?"

"Well..."

"Then what's the problem? Am I not sexy enough for you anymore?"

"Maria, of course you're sexy enough. Please don't make this harder than it already is."

Nataliya tsked, "You always think too much with your big head. Your little head has the right idea."

She was right. Maria had surreptitiously resumed stroking my cock, which was now hard in her grasp and poking out through the fly of my boxers. And while Nataliya had me distracted for a moment, Maria sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth.

"Oh, SHIT," I moaned as her tongue went to work on me. It felt DAMN good. But my conscience would not abate. "No, no, please stop."

Maria pulled off. "Hmm... she tastes sweet." And then her mouth descended back down on me.

"Nataliya!" Danielle barked. "He said stop."

Nataliya waggled her head a bit, pouting. But Danielle's appeal to her sense of responsibility got through. She tapped her little sister on the shoulder and Maria was pouting as well as she withdrew and then wiped her mouth while still on her knees. Nataliya's voice turned serious. "Did Amber say you had to stop fucking us?" 

I rolled my eyes. "No. But it's usually assumed you're a monogamous couple by default. And she hasn't explicitly told me that it's okay."

"Do you want to stop fucking us?"

"Well... I think I should stop."

"I did not ask 'should'. I asked 'want'," Nataliya stated sternly.

Maria piped up in her little girl voice, "This seems to want to keep going." Then she took another swipe at my hard-on with her tongue.

I sighed and looked down at my pecker twitching towards Maria like a plant seeking the light. "I would get in a lot more trouble if that was making all the decisions for me. Please, girls?"

Nataliya touched a finger to my lips, silencing me. "Carmita is having a welcome back party on Friday. We'll leave you alone until then. But you bring Amber to the party and at least give us a chance to make up her mind."

Maria's open mouth was hovering just out of reach of my balls. With her pretty face, lithe body, and ample sex drive, she really was sexuality personified. I was so mentally torn between letting her ravish me and escaping with my conscience intact. "Fine," I agreed quickly, desperate to somehow escape the situation.

Nataliya leaned in and kissed my cheek while Maria zipped me back up into my pants. "See you Friday," Nataliya husked, her voice full of promise.

Maria just shoved her tongue down my throat before pulling off. She leaned forward while tilting her chin out and looking at me intensely. She husked in a sultry voice, "Five days with no cock. I'm going to be so horny by then."

***

I exhaled loudly and paused to wipe my sweating hands against my jeans. Why the hell was I nervous? I'd been in front of this door a hundred times already. And the girl I was nervous about had known me since we were in grade school.

But I hadn't had sex with her before. And Amber hadn't said "I love you" to me before.

Those were words I'd spoken romantically to only one woman in my life. And lo and behold, while I tried to get my anxiety under control, E-Beth opened the door.

She leaned against the doorpost and crossed her arms beneath her breasts, unconsciously pushing the heavy globes together and up. "I saw you through the window and got tired of waiting for you to knock or something. You okay?"

"Sorry, just a little nervous."

"Relax, David. Amber really is into you."

"I can barely believe it."

"Believe it. I know you both and I know you'll be perfect for each other."

"What about us?"

"You and me? Friends, remember?" E-Beth walked up and hugged me, giving me a chaste peck on the cheek. "Now RELAX. Girls like confidence. What happened to the strutting, slightly-arrogant jock? I don't remember you ever being nervous around pretty girls in high school."

"I don't know." My mind flashed back to that perfect moment, when it felt like Amber's soul touched mine. "There's something different about this one. Something special."

"Damn straight!" Amber's voice cut in as she arrived in the doorway.

Rather than let go of me in surprise, E-Beth hugged me tighter and then gradually let go. She turned to her friend. "He's all yours."

With that, Amber took her place in my arms. At a glance, I took in the skintight jeans, the designer blouse, and of course the visible cleavage. Her hair was tied up into a playful ponytail with some white handkerchief holding everything back. But then I was focused in on Amber's pretty face and big blue eyes. "Hi..." she whispered from just an inch away.

"Hi," I answered, feeling a giddy rush through my veins. All the anxiety was gone, replaced with a euphoric joy.

The date was a simple walk around the campus. We took the time to enjoy some of the nice landscaping in the more off-the-beaten-path places. It was a nice change of pace compared with the usual hurried beeline for class. We picked up some sandwiches and spent the entire day in the getting-to-know you phase. 

Certainly, after a couple of years being friends we knew quite a bit, but there was a lot of exploration over how things would go. I was deathly afraid of moving too fast, trapping her into a committed pseudo-marriage like I'd done with E-Beth. So we agreed to take things a step at a time and let our feelings play out as honestly as we could.

She paused to examine the injuries I'd sustained on her behalf. And despite her best efforts with makeup, the bruise on her cheek would not completely disappear for a couple of days at least.

But apart from that momentary physical concern, we were totally wrapped up in each other. The honeymoon phase of new love can be quite the emotional rush, and when our affectionate touching started to get heavier, we couldn't hurry back to her house fast enough. Thirty seconds after bursting through the door, my hard cock was buried to the hilt inside Amber's delightfully juicing pussy.

By late evening, I was exhausted and limp, flat on my back across Amber's bed while she pillowed her head against my bare chest. She could be quite the hellion in the sack.

One thing that never came up during all our discussions was the one topic I was afraid of: monogamy. I knew I could handle it. With the single exception of Ellie back in the beginning, I'd never cheated. But I had to know how Amber would react when Maria and Nataliya came calling.

Amber led me right into the discussion. "Isn't this Friday one of those parties?"

"About that. We need to talk."

***

Friday night came faster than I expected. True to their words, Nataliya and Maria had stayed away to let me and Amber find ourselves. But as the hour approached for some hedonistic sexual playtime, I was getting anxiously nervous instead of excitedly aroused.




The Book of David Ch. 06



I'd come clean with Amber that I'd been doing Nataliya and Maria on the side for most of the school year. But our conversation didn't get much further than that. I didn't want to go into the gory details about having sex with other women, and Amber didn't seem to really want to know, either.

One thing I hadn't come clean about was that I hadn't nailed the door shut to continuing with Nataliya and Maria. I assumed that Amber assumed I'd broken it off with them once she and I started officially dating. But I hadn't clarified and instead, just procrastinated the inevitable. Well, I was out of time.

"We don't have to go this if you don't want to." I was sitting fully-dressed on Amber's bed. She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup in the bathroom.

"No... it's okay. I told you, I've only been once and I barely met anybody. I'm still curious about these parties."

I still couldn't believe how Amber had reacted when I told her about Maria and Nataliya. "But these parties... They can get a little crazy, you know? You've been to one. And I know for certain that Nataliya and Maria will be there."

"What?" she laughed in the mirror. "Afraid they're going to jump you?"

"Well, yeah, actually."

I was waiting to hear her say, 'Didn't you make it clear you were done with them?' But she didn't say that. Instead, Amber said, "Well, I'm curious about them, too. Maybe we can all play together."

I just about choked. "What???"

Amber poked her head out, the dark mascara around her eyes set against her blonde hair making her look even more sharply intimidating than usual. "David, It DOES NOT bother me if you fuck other girls."

"Huh?" I was not expecting this at all.

"I have to admit, I've never been completely exclusive in any of my relationships." She tossed off the comment as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

"Wait... wait. Aren't couples supposed to be... couples?"

Amber finished up and walked out to me. Her model's body was shown to perfection in the killer outfit, with forever legs in a micro-mini and her 32D tits (I'd just recently found out) being shown off in impressive cleavage. "E-Beth warned me that you had this prudish streak in you."

She leaned over and kissed me hard enough to make me wonder how much of her red lipstick was now on me. Then she fixed me with a serious gaze. "David, we just started dating. I like you, you like me, everything's cool. But we're young and I don't want us to make the same mistakes you made with E-Beth. It's too early to talk commitment and marriage and kids. We've been together what, five days? The fact is, I want to screw around with other people. How could I prevent you from doing the same?"

"I guess I'm just not used to the whole dating idea."

"Let me tell you a secret." Amber held my hands and looked right into my eyes. "I'm not Monica. I'm not Ellie. And I'm not E-Beth. I'm me. I'm a kinky 'studette', don't you remember? And you need to learn how to loosen up if you're going to keep up with me."

Amber's grin was infectious and her sultry warning to keep up with her had my heart pumping. My head was already spinning and the rush that went through me was intoxicating. She was a hellion, alright. And I was going to have to do my best just to hold on.

"What happened to the nervous girl who was afraid I would find out she was boinking E-Beth?"

"I really liked you and didn't know how you would handle that part of me. So I toned it down so I wouldn't scare you off. But now? Now I'm just me. Deal with it!"

Amber turned and started walking out the door. Damn her ass looked so good in that skirt. I quickly got up to follow and Amber hooked her arm into mine as we went downstairs. At the bottom, E-Beth hooked onto Amber's other arm, and the three of us headed for my car.

***

After arriving at Carmita's mansion, we got a few beers and then mingled around the living room. It was my first time at one of these parties without my roommates, and I wasn't sure how to proceed without their direction.

Fortunately, E-Beth was the old pro and she quickly got us into a conversation with some of her past playmates. The parties were supposed to be about voyeurism and not hooking up with strangers, but some experimental swapping was inevitable. I noticed an All-American blonde checking Amber out while her corn-fed football jock of a boyfriend seemed to be checking me out. I desperately tried to come up with a "hell no" expression to ward away his wandering eyes. Was I the only totally straight person here?

Ten minutes later, a familiar face came up and clapped his hand onto my shoulder. "Hey! How you guys doing?"

Still in I'm-okay-with-you-being-gay-just-don't-touch-me mode, I jerked in surprise into a defensive posture.

"Whoa, whoa," Randall held up his hands. "Didn't mean to frighten you."

"Wasn't frightened," I grunted in a futile attempt to salvage my ego. "Just surprised me that's all."

"Well have another beer, David," he handed me a fresh cup. "You need to loosen up." And with that he turned to my date. "And Amber... gorgeous, gorgeous Amber... where you been? We missed you at the last party."

Randall's redheaded girlfriend piped up. "He wouldn't shut up about it for DAYS."

"And what am I? Chopped liver?" E-Beth whined.

"No, no, mon cherie," Randall immediately swooped over, taking E-Beth's hand in his own and kissing it gently. "You are Venus brought here as a mortal to inflame the libidos of all around you. It just wouldn't be a party without you. I pity whatever poor sap let a creature of your beauty out of his grasp." At that last phrase, Randall turned and gave me a teasing wink.

E-Beth saw and started giggling. I just wanted to reach out and wring his neck.

Randall stepped back and made an overly dramatic bow with arms outstretched. "Would you two fine ladies be interested in continuing this elsewhere? It is early in the evening and I'm certain we could find a venue better suited to a more intimate conversation."

He held his hands to each of the girls and E-Beth blushed as she took one. Amber, meanwhile, wrapped her arm around me and slid her butt into my lap. "Go on up, we'll follow in a minute."

I caught the slightest frown from Randall, but he smoothly went back to smiling. "Come Angelina." He held his other hand out to his redheaded girlfriend. "Let us go and make beautiful music together."

When they were gone, I turned to Amber. "That was your kind of guy?"

She smirked and looked at me, "It was charming at first. That's why I went out with him a few times in the beginning. But it can get annoying after a while."

"He's an ass."

"So are most of the guys I've dated. Must be the trust funds going to their heads. I think that's why I wanted to find out what dating you would be like."

"Oh, a little walk amongst the commoners? A little charity for the poor folk?"

"Stop it. I like you for you; that's all the reason I need. I'm not the one trying to bring up my family's bank account so stop with all the second-class jokes, okay?"

I looked at her in wonder. How much of our earlier animosity was her judging me to be beneath her? Or was it me judging her without getting to know her? "I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

"It's alright. Randall and other guys like him have that effect on people. We don't really have to join them if you don't want to." Amber stroked my cheek.

"No, it's alright. I don't know that I'd like leaving E-Beth all alone with them, either."

"She handled herself just fine the last party. But you're right; I need to back up my best friend. And besides," Amber flashed me a wicked grin. "I just HAVE to taste Angelina's pussy again. She tastes so AMAZINGLY sweet."

***

We were just about to get up and find E-Beth when I saw Hector, Carmita, and a regal looking brunette with piercing green eyes. "There's our hostess," I murmured to Amber.

She turned around and followed my gaze. "Oh, she's pretty. She's got such amazing emerald eyes. And from that jewelry you can tell she's loaded."

I suppressed my smile. "Uh, not her. The Latina."

"Really? She owns this place? It's huge!"

I squeezed Amber's ass and leaned into her ear. "Open up your eyes honey, it's a different world out here. Don't be so quick to judge."

"I know, I know," Amber sighed and settled into my arm. "I'll need your help. But I promise."

***

Together, Amber and I walked the myriad hallways looking for E-Beth, Randall, and Angelina. We had literally just found the right room when a pair of blondes walked up to us. "There you are!" Maria gushed and walked up to put an arm around me and kiss my cheek.

Amber was holding my hand and despite her protestations that she didn't mind me fucking other girls, I felt the tightening squeeze in her grip when she recognized Maria.

The younger sister stepped back so Nataliya could give me a hug as well. I patted each girl on the back with my free hand, but I did not relinquish Amber's grip.

Nataliya stepped back and appraised my date. "You must be Amber. Now I understand David's choice. You are breathtaking."

"Thanks," Amber said with just a hint of caution in her outwardly friendly persona. "That would make you Maria and Nataliya. You both are quite gorgeous yourselves." I could feel the jealous tension in her hand and in her voice.

The three blondes all kind of looked at each other, coolly evaluating and somehow communicating on some non-verbal level that I couldn't possibly comprehend.

"Relax, honey," Nataliya soothed while reading the wariness in Amber's eyes. "We only want what's best for him. We won't try to steal him from you. I am back in a relationship of my own and in fact I'm leaving to go see Leslie tonight."

"And I just like to fuck!" Maria bubbled. "But... I don't want to do that whole... dating... thing right now. It was actually kind of a drag when David tried to get romantic on me. I hope you like cuddling. Because he always wanted to cuddle after sex."

Maria's proclamation seemed to break the ice. Amber smiled and visibly relaxed. You could feel the tension in the area start easing away.

"I do like cuddling. Now we were just going inside to join our friends." Amber gripped me with one hand and reached out to Maria's with her other. She fixed Maria with an intense blue stare right into the other girl's hazel eyes. "Would you like to come with us? Any girl who just likes to fuck should get along great with me."

"Of course!" Maria almost jumped in place.

"I'm glad that's settled," Nataliya said in full-big-sister mode, visibly relieved. "I'll see you next time, David. Sorry for missing tonight. I'll make it up to you."

The sisters said goodbye to one another and then Nataliya headed for the stairs to go find her girlfriend. And when Maria turned around, Amber had stepped right into her personal space, moving closer until their faces were just an inch apart.

The two tall blondes looked right at each other, reading each other's eyes. Amber was intense and studying, Maria wide-eyed and innocently excited about the night's possibilities.

Amber made the first move, reaching her fingers up to trace Maria's face. "You are very pretty, and in such good shape. I'm jealous of your body," she husked.

"My body?" Maria's hands went up and traced delicately along the sides of Amber's breasts. "Your body is incredible! My boobs are not big enough. I wish I had curves like yours."

Meanwhile, my head was swimming with the possibilities. I'd barely dared to dream things could turn out this way. And if it was real, I was the luckiest sonovabitch on the planet. On the one hand was my living Barbie doll, Maria. On the other was my new girlfriend, who was built like a Barbie doll and apparently didn't mind all three of us playing together, at least for one night.

At least I hoped it would end up the three of us. The way Maria and Amber were caressing each other and with Amber's stated-lesbianism still bouncing around my brain, I was beginning to worry they'd end up leaving me out.

Amber's hands were on Maria's narrow hips now. "I'll bet you are very flexible."

Maria smiled happily and nodded.

"I'll bet David loves to just bend you into a pretzel and fuck your brains out."

Maria nodded more vigorously, her head bobbing as she quivered in obvious arousal. "Ohhh, yes..."

And then Amber's hands shot out, grabbing Maria's torso violently and spinning her around to face the doorway. Still clutching the skinnier girl in her grasp, Amber leaned into Maria's ear and growled, "Inside! Now!" Then she spanked Maria on her firm ass.

Maria jumped at the sudden contact and then I swear she creamed her panties right there. Her jaw dropped and she panted softly, her eyes in a daze. She nodded happily, and then marched into the bedroom, Amber following close behind.

I was stupefied, and it took me a moment to gather my bearings before chuckling in disbelief. I was living a dream.

Shaking my head, I followed my way inside.

***

Clearly, the party had already gotten started. Randall was completely naked and sitting on a couch while both Angelina and E-Beth knelt in front of him, passing his erection back and forth between them, sometimes kissing each other around his meat. The girls were still dressed in their lingerie, but while I watched, E-Beth unclasped her bra and took his cock between her large breasts.

Randall grinned smugly at me and winked. He had a good sized cock and E- Beth's tits were incredible. As much as I wanted to be annoyed at the bastard, I'd be pretty smug if I were in his place as well.

"That looks like fun," I commented, then turned to the side to realize no one was paying attention to hear me.

We were in one of the guest rooms, and Amber already had Maria pinned on her back across the bed. With her left hand, Amber trapped both of Maria's hands above the Russian's head in a clear show of dominance. Their lips were mashed against each other while Amber's right hand was caressing over Maria's bosom and taut belly.

Feeling a little left out, I walked over beside the bed towards my new girlfriend and my recent lover. Amber freed her lips just long enough to husk, "Hold her arms."

I reached down and grabbed Maria's hands in mine, pinning them against the mattress. Meanwhile, Amber made quick work of Maria's clothes. The baby T- shirt was lifted up and over her head, but at Amber's direction I left the cotton material bunched around Maria's wrists, handcuffing her lightly. The bra was unsnapped and similarly shoved up and out of the way. Lastly, Amber dragged the skirt and thong panties down and off.

"Mm... You have such a pretty pussy Maria. So sexy..."

Amber couldn't have known Maria's trigger word, but the Russian teen moaned when she said it anyways. Her eyes fluttered and she was shaking in anticipation. "P- please..."

"What? You want me to eat your wet pussy? You want me to shove my fingers into your cunt? You want me to make you cum?"

"Y- yes! Please!"

"I don't think you deserve that. Do you?"

"Huh?" Maria trembled.

"You've been a bad girl, Maria. Fucking my boyfriend and using him for his cock. Haven't you been bad?" And with that Amber turned Maria's hips to the side and let loose with a healthy swat at the tight ass.

"Ngh!" Maria grunted in a high-pitch. "Y- yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I've been bad!"

"Damn right you have." Amber swatted her again and again, reddening the cheek. "But I think you can make it up to me. You want to be a good girl, don't you?"

"Yes! Good girl!"

"I'll tell you what. If you can make me cum, I'll let you cum."

"Oh, yes. Yes!"

Amber stood up and began undressing. I just stared slack-jawed at what was going on. I never realized Amber had this in her. And while I'd sensed Maria's desire to be dominated in the past, the blonde teen was absolutely shaking with arousal now that Amber was taking charge.

Amber winked at me when she got naked and mounted Maria's face. Maria's hazel eyes were wide and tingeing towards lustful green. Then she got her lips around Amber's clit, closed her eyes, and moaned happily.

"Gimme your cock," Amber ordered me now.

I couldn't move fast enough. Amber bent forward to hold Maria's arms down while her hips wriggled over Maria's face. I stripped in record time and got to my knees in front of my new girlfriend, my erection sticking straight out at an inclined angle.

There were no other words as Amber slurped me in, her mouth already pulling and sucking as her head bobbed in my lap. I was so turned on from watching Amber's performance with Maria, I had to fight not to lose it right there.

Meanwhile, I felt the mattress shift and I glanced over to see E-Beth recline onto her back and stretch out languorously. She was coated in creamy white cum, running from under her jaw, down her neck, and across the upper slopes of her breasts. "Hey honey," she smiled at me.

Angelina the pretty redhead was soon climbing on top of E-Beth, her long tongue extending out to scoop at globs of jism and also nuzzling at E-Beth's incredible boobs. Randall had been left in a spineless puddle on the couch, still recovering from the titfuck.

Amber's excellent fellatio was getting rather urgent as Maria's agile tongue quickly brought her to the edge of climax. And at the moment Amber slammed her hips down and smothered Maria's face, she popped my cock out of her mouth and gritted her teeth as she squealed out her orgasm.

"Oh, such a good girl!" Amber moaned when she finally recovered and dismounted. "I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

Maria's face was coated with nectar, "Yes, please. Please make me cum. I need to cum so badly..." the teenager pouted.

"You earned it." With that, Amber moved off the bed and tugged on my hand to have me follow her. Then Amber got to the foot of the bed and bent over, resting her torso on the mattress between Maria's legs, while her feet were planted on the floor with her ass pointing back at me.

I got the hint immediately.

So while I settled in behind my new girlfriend and nudged my cock between her nether lips, Amber was verbally arousing Maria even further. "I'm going to eat you now, baby. I'm going to start with one finger, then two, and by the time I'm done with you I'll have my whole fist inside your pretty little pussy."

Maria groaned in anticipation and brought her hands forward to hold Amber's head. My girlfriend was just about to take her first lick, but she bucked up suddenly and ordered, "No! Keep your hands behind you. Or I won't let you cum."

"S- sorry! I'll be a good girl," Maria said petulantly, reaching her arms back behind her head once again. And then she gasped happily as Amber's tongue swiped its way from Maria's anus all the way up to her hooded clit.

Amber bucking up not only delayed Maria's oral pleasure, but she also moved her hips away from my prick for a moment. I got a new grip on Amber's nice hips, and then guided my dick into her from behind.

In the meantime, Angelina had gotten E-Beth cleaned up and the two girls settled into a sixty-nine, with the redhead on top. Randall had gotten his bearings and stepped to the bed beside me. From his own standing position, Angelina was able to slurp his cock into her mouth to help recharge while E-Beth busied herself between Angelina's legs.

When his cock was deemed acceptably hard, Angelina hand-fed his erection into E-Beth's pussy beneath her, and I heard the familiar moan as my ex-girlfriend felt his big cock pushing into her snatch.

The volume in the room began to pick up as a chorus of six voices moaned out their pleasure. Maria was babbling non-stop as Amber got added a third finger inside her snatch. Amber made quiet whimpering noises as I pistoned my cock in and out of her doggy-style. And I was grunting with the effort of deriving all the wonderful pleasure I could from Amber's perfect pussy.




The Book of David Ch. 06



Randall was huffing and puffing as he drilled his way into E-Beth. E-Beth was squealing non-stop, her voice muffled by Angelina's muff. And Angelina was moaning happily as she rode E-Beth's tongue.

"So full. How many fingers is that?"

"Damn, E-Beth, your pussy is so hot."

"Lick me baby. Your tongue feels so great. Ooh!"

"That's four. Oh, fuck me David! You know how to hit my buttons so well!"

Several minutes must have passed. But in the end, our climaxes began falling like dominoes. Maria started us off when she howled to the moon as Amber got her entire fist into the teenager's tight pussy. I watched the slender blonde writhing as if demon-possessed, her orgasm overloading every nerve in her body. Angelina was next, her legs tightly clamping around E-Beth's head as she shrieked.

Amber and I were next, her spasming pussy muscles drawing my sperm out of me, the firehouse of cum I began blasting against Amber's womb being met by her own deluge of girlcum. And when E-Beth's pussy began clamping down on Randall's prick, Angelina pulled his cock out and stuffed it into her mouth, Randall groaning in victory as he poured a river of semen into his girlfriend's gullet.

When we were all done, the four girls rolled over into the middle of the bed in a heap of naked flesh with the guys on the outside looking in as we rested. At first, the fleshpile was a haphazard mass of limbs and tongues in a frustrated search for a consistent partner.

But a couple of sex-crazed nymphos were quick to announce their stated goals. My sweet E-Beth got to her knees and then tackled Amber, her eyes blazing with lust. "Ohmigod. David creampie and Amber pussy. I am in HEAVEN!" And so my ex-girlfriend proceeded to slurp my cum out of my current girlfriend, her roommate.

The vision blew my mind, and yet I was momentarily distracted when Maria's voice elevated above the moaning, "Yummy! A new cock!" She had rolled over to Randall and taken his half-hard erection into her hands. Once again, I felt no jealousy as I watched Maria take him into her mouth. Maria had always been honest. She just liked fucking whether it was me or Hector or Randall.

That left Angelina and me. She was a pretty redhead with nice tits and while I felt nothing for her emotionally, her naked body was more than enough to start me back on the path towards erection.

"Need a hand? Or a wet mouth?" she purred in a seductive voice.

"Only if you let me return the favor," I answered. "Amber raves that you have the sweetest pussy."

Angelina smiled. "Deal."

We rolled to the edge of the mattress and quickly got into a sixty-nine position with her on top. She soon had my dick in her mouth and she even dragged her upper teeth along the big vein running underneath my cock to both shock me and tease a little more reaction out of my semi-rigid member. At the other end, I was reaching out my tongue to find that Amber hadn't been exaggerating. Angelina really was pretty sweet. She was shorter than Amber or Maria, so I had to crane my neck a bit to get to her pussy, but the taste was well worth the effort.

E-Beth's familiar voice sounded off next to us. "Oh, I missed you, honey."

I was momentarily tempted to reply 'missed you, too' out of habit. But E-Beth continued. "I mean, I'm happy you finally got with David. But it's been over a week since we got to play together."

I glanced to the side to see E-Beth and Amber cuddling face-to-face and gently caressing each other's bodies in that way only women can really know how to do.

My semi-buried fantasy of seeing the two of them making love was actually doing more to revive me than even Angelina's talented mouth. And just after I brought the pretty redhead to climax, she deemed I was hard enough and turned about. I reached up to grab nice handfuls of breast meat while she straddled my hips and lowered her steaming pussy onto me. "Ooh... this is a nice one..." she exhaled.

"You, too," I returned the compliment. And then we set off into the ancient rhythm.

She began moaning as she rode me like a bronco and then Angelina gasped, "Warn me first. I LOVE to swallow..."

"Oh, FUCK!" E-Beth's shriek caught my attention. I looked over and saw a dresser drawer open. Amber had buckled on an impressive-looking strap-on dildo and she'd just sunk it into E-Beth's pussy. Watching Amber's butt clenching as she pistoned her way in and out of the curvy brunette got me harder than steel, which Angelina was making good use of.

Meanwhile, Randall had already popped off twice this night and Maria was having a harder time getting him up for a third go. "Gimme a couple of minutes, okay?" he pleaded.

I mostly managed to hide the smirk on my face. Between fucking his girlfriend and hearing him have some erectile issues, I felt some smug satisfaction after his previous asinine attitude.

Maria left him then and knee-walked over to me. "Hi sexy," she said to me.

Then Maria turned to Angelina and asked, "Mind if I use his other end?"

"Go right ahead," my current fuck-partner casually replied.

So Maria unceremoniously draped her crotch over my face and immediately started cooing happily as I reached my fingers to her sensitive nipples and took her fat clit between my lips.

My skinny blonde Russian was primed to go. And with her usual hair-trigger sensitivity coupled with my familiarity of her pleasure buttons, I soon had two loads of girl nectar dumped into my face in rapid succession.

By this point, Angelina's exquisite control of her internal muscles also had me ready to blow. I managed to hold out just long enough for her to get herself off, grinding her clit against my shaft. And when Angelina was coming down from her climax, I frantically slapped her legs and mumbled into Maria's muff that I was about to cum.

Despite the lack of coherent speech, Angelina got the message and popped off me, quickly bending over and taking me back into her mouth. The crown just barely cleared her lips before the first jet pulsed out, splattering against the roof of her mouth. Then she clamped down onto me and hoovered out the rest, her throat working overtime to swallow down every drop I had to offer.

When we were done, Angelina sat up and grinned. "Mmm... tasty..." 

Once I got my own breathing under control, I heard a louder panting on the bed beside me. I let my head loll to the side to see E-Beth's voluminous tits pointing to the ceiling, raising and lowering in a wonderful cycle of eroticism. She was panting loudly and still quivering from what was obviously an incredible orgasm.

Amber sat up, unbuckling the strap-on and setting it aside as she caught her own breath. "Damn, that's a hell of an ab workout."

After everyone had gone through a second round, we took a short breather. A few towels were located and we tidied up a bit. The next thing I knew, I was reclining against the headboard with some plush pillows, Amber cradled into my arm with her hand stroking my dick.

Randall and Angelina were beside us in a similar position. And E-Beth and Maria were lying side by side towards the foot of the bed, getting acquainted with one another. Maria seemed especially interested in E-Beth's impossibly firm tits, same as the rest of us had been.

Fortunately for him, Randall had finally gotten hard for a third round. Angelina was still jacking him and she asked, "Who do you want now?"

Randall's eyes turned immediately to us. "Amber, of course."

Amber smiled prettily and I felt traces of jealousy tighten my neck. But Amber quickly defused that by apologizing, "Sorry. But I think I'm a one-dick woman for now." She let her eyes rove over Angelina's body. "Other women, no problem. I still haven't tasted your pretty pussy tonight, baby."

"It's just as sweet as you said," I offered, rubbing it in just a little that I'd just fucked Randall's girlfriend.

My comment didn't help his mood much as Randall pouted for a few moments, still surprised that Amber was turning him down. But Maria soon crawled over to him and placed her hand on his revived cock. "Is this ready for me now? Because my tight little pussy hasn't been fucked in a week and I am really, really horny."

Randall seemed satisfied enough with the new opportunity, and he only got happier as Angelina turned Maria's face to hers and they came together for a sloppy tongue-kiss just inches from his face. The three of them moved positions just a bit until Randall was flat on his back and Maria was mounting his cock. The teenaged freshman nymph was positively glowing as she sank down and not only felt some cock after her long drought, but felt a new, strange cock inside of her.

I chuckled. That girl was going to screw half the school by the time she got through all four years. I was just happy I got there first.

Once Maria was seated to the base, Angelina turned and straddled her boyfriend, facing back at Maria. And as the two girls began riding the prone man beneath them, they came together to renew their own physical embrace.

In the meantime, E-Beth came up to my other side. It had been a while, I realized as I ogled her body. We'd had sex when she came back to school from her internship, but despite the offers to be friends-with-benefits, we hadn't hooked up once since then.

But that train of thought was derailed when Maria quickly shrieked a climax only a minute into her fucking, and she turned to fix Amber with a heated stare. "This is ALMOST perfect. But only almost. Please, can I have David in my ass just one more time?"

Amber smiled as my dick twitched reflexively. She got some lube from the dresser drawer and began coating me liberally. "Sure. But this doesn't have to be the last time, either," she informed Maria. "I want to bring you home, tie you to my bed, and then ravage you until you pass you."

"Ohhhh..." Maria actually came again.

Then at Amber's urging, I moved around and settled myself behind Maria's tight ass, crouching on my feet while aiming my dick downwards at an angle. Maria's back was arched, her hips unmoving as Amber spread her asscheeks and then guided me forwards. My thighs tensed as I leaned in and after a gentle push through Maria's sphincter, I began to glide down her anal chute.

Maria was delirious with pleasure. Angelina was clutching Maria's slaving tongue to her tits. Randall was pushing up with the springiness of the mattress to carve out her tight pussy. And I began a slow coordinated rhythm as I reamed out her ass.

Off to the side, I heard a snap and a giggle. E-Beth had donned the strap-on, and she crooked a finger to her roommate. "Come here, Amber. It's time for me to return the favor."

The last round didn't go on for very long. We were all pretty tired and primed to explode. Randall flooded Maria's pussy with his cum just a few moments before I nutted up her asshole. And when the sweat-soaked teenager passed out to the bed beside us, Angelina decided to clean Maria up with her tongue.

Amber groaned her own climax and E-Beth rolled over, the two close friends nuzzling happily once they got E-Beth's artificial equipment tossed away.

Once everyone's breathing got back to normal, Maria woke up and simply held Angelina's head more tightly between her legs. I looked at Randall and he looked right back, the two of us chuckling at the twin rivers of cum still trickling out of the Russian blonde.

E-Beth looked forlornly at me and my limp penis. "Aww, I didn't get any David dick tonight," she whined to Amber in a quietly petulant voice. "Now that you two are hooked up. You have GOT to bring him home for a threesome with me and SOON."

Amber just looked at me with a wide smile. Yeah, my time with her was going to be FUN.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 7 



The Book of David Ch. 07



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-- CHAPTER 7: Dream Girl --

***

SPRING QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (April 2001)

"Have a good time?" Kevin looked up from his spot at the dining table with a funny smirk on his face.

Jen immediately reached over and slapped his arm. "That was rude."

"Dude, it's not MY fault they were screaming so loud the entire block could hear them," Kevin retorted and rubbed his shoulder.

I was standing in the doorway to the dining room with Amber by my side. She was doing her usual bright-pink blushing thing again. I held her to me and asked, "What are you guys doing here?"

"You invited us, remember?" Jen offered. "E-Beth was trying out some new lemon chicken for dinner and wanted a few extra mouths to do a taste test."

As if on cue, E-Beth came in from the kitchen, still wearing her apron. "Hey, sounds like you two had a good time."

Kevin and Jen started laughing. "That's what I said!" Kevin cracked.

"Well you would know," Amber stared down her roommate. "David had you making those same noises this morning!"

Now it was E-Beth's turn to be embarrassed. We weren't going out of our way to hide that I was banging E-Beth on the side from time to time. But that didn't mean it was the most comfortable of conversations to be having, either. "Uh, anyways," E-Beth stammered. "I should be done in ten minutes. Why don't you guys start rounding up Phyllis and Diane?"

Amber volunteered to fetch them and she turned to give me a peck on the lips before heading back. I walked over to the table, a little bow-legged for comic effect which put Jen into a fit of giggles.

"What can I say?" I smiled. "I'm living the good life."

"Dude, I'll say," Kevin grumbled before straightening his face and looking petulantly at his girlfriend. "Not that I'm complaining! Jen gives me all the loving I can handle."

"Hmph," Jen sneered with mock anger. "And don't you forget it." And then Jen glanced back at me. "So how many girls are you juggling now? I mean, besides Amber."

"Now? Just the one: E-Beth."

"Oh, that's right, Maria latched onto Randall and Angelina, right?"

"Yeah, but that didn't last long. She got bored and moved on. I swear that girl is as flighty with her dicks as a baby with too many toys."

"But dude," Kevin cut in. "I heard Nataliya dropped by last week."

I shrugged. "It wasn't like that. At first, she didn't think it would be a problem to borrow me and neither did Amber. But after the first couple of times, she felt guilty about quote/unquote 'Stealing David's time from a sweet girl like Amber'. She's back together with Leslie now and she found a single, young frat boy to play with on the side."

"Aww... you poor thing..." Jen teased.

"Not at all. Amber is more than enough woman for me. And to tell you the truth I think she misses Nataliya more than I do. Man that girl could eat pussy."

Amber's voice cut in behind me. "Yeah... now I gotta put up with this gorilla's clumsy tongue." She dropped her hands onto my shoulders and wriggled in mock frustration, laughing all the while. She kissed me and whispered in my ear. "Just kidding, baby. You're still one of the best."

Phyllis and Diane followed in after and everyone moved to take spots around the table, cramped as it was with seven chairs.

"Right on time!" E-Beth crowed as she walked in, holding a steaming chicken in a large roasting dish. Over the past few months, she'd put her chemistry expertise and mental focus to work in the kitchen and was turning out to be a master chef who rivaled Jen for culinary excellence.

Amber smiled and leaned into my arm. I looked around at my friends all chattering happily around the table and inhaled the sweet aroma of E-Beth's cooking.

Yeah, I was living the good life.

***

FINALS (June 2001)

I hate finals. But hey, at least they signified that the academic year was almost over. Still, over the past couple of years E-Beth, Amber, and I had developed a consistent study group habit and with their support, I had confidence that I would do just fine.

Unfortunately, I'd left certain books and study notes back at my apartment, so with a kiss to Amber I promised I'd be back soon and then left.

Danielle was waiting in the living room when I came in. She was reading a magazine and flopped it onto the couch beside her. "Wow... you DO exist! I was beginning to think I had just imagined having a little brother."

"I haven't been gone that long," I muttered as I headed for my room.

"David, when was the last time you slept here?" Danielle said in a concerned voice as she stood up to face me. "I swear you have more clothes at Amber's place than you do here."

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. "What... am I supposed to say sorry?"

"No, it's not that." Danielle sighed and then sank back down onto the couch.

"We just miss you," Cherys' voice cut in as she came out of the bedroom. She walked right to me and gave me a welcoming hug.

"Hey, gorgeous..." I said sweetly.

"Hey, yourself. Long time no see." Cherys fixed me with a sad look.

Now I was confused. "What?"

Cherys headed over to the couch to join her girlfriend, shaking her head. "Sorry, we don't mean to get all melodramatic on you. It's just that we don't have any finals that count and with nothing but dead air until the graduation ceremony, we've had plenty of time to get introspective."

Cherys sat down with Danielle and leaned forward onto her elbows. "It's just that we were talking about how little we got to hang out with you these last couple of quarters. One minute, we're drinking beer and cuddling on the couch. The next, you're falling headlong into love and spending all your time at Amber and E- Beth's house."

Danielle picked up the narrative. "We'd really gotten used to having you around but we knew there wasn't much time left before we graduated and moved on. In a way, it felt like you were growing up and moving on. You don't need big sister around anymore."

I shrugged. "I can't help it. And I really am sorry if you thought I don't need you guys anymore. But I'll tell you what. I've got to go back and study with E-Beth and Amber for my final tomorrow. But tonight I'll come back here; we'll do dinner and just hang out."

"Sounds great. We've got plenty of beer..." Danielle laughed.

Cherys sighed, "You know, you're the only guy I ever enjoyed being with. You've grown up to be a good man, David. I only wish you were like this when I was younger. Maybe things would have been different..." She stared off into space.

"Yeah..." Danielle was following Cherys' train of thought, but I was lost.

"Anyways," Danielle snapped out of it first and squeezed my legs. "Go study and get back here. Or we'll start the party without you."

***

I was still in a contemplative state when I returned to Amber and E-Beth's house. I hadn't really thought much about it for the past few months while enjoying the honeymoon phase of Amber's and my relationship, but I was going to miss my own roommates. I'd gotten used to Danielle and Cherys always being around. Living with my big sister had been way more pleasant and comforting than I would have ever guessed.

So I was a bit mentally distracted when I opened the door to Amber's room and the sight before me took me by surprise. E-Beth was half-naked on Amber's bed, reclining against the wall. She still wore a bra, a simple flesh-colored utility bra with big cups to try and hold her mammoth breasts. She'd made a futile attempt to remove her shirt, getting only one arm out so that the bunched cotton was around her neck and right shoulder. Her stomach would never be model thin, it just wasn't in her genes, but her abs were still tensed enough for me to see some definition and rippling as she clenched and sweated and groaned. Her legs were spread and a fully-clothed Amber knelt beside the bed, her blonde head wriggling in E-Beth's crotch.

And while I watched, E-Beth squinted her eyes shut and her upper torso started shaking violently as she pressed Amber's head tighter between her legs and came, wailing out her release as she shuddered in blissful triumph.

"Oh, thank you, honey..." she drawled as Amber got up from her position. "Ah, David's here."

My girlfriend turned around, her big blue eyes sparkling as she grinned at me. "Took you long enough. We got tired of waiting and decided to entertain ourselves to pass the time."

I rolled my eyes. "You could have started studying."

Amber giggled. "This was funner."

"I'll say..." E-Beth whimpered. I just rolled my eyes at the word 'funner', which Amber had said deliberately.

"Care to unwind with us?" Amber held her arms out to me.

A minute later, I was the one sitting on the edge of the bed and naked to the world. Amber was still in her jeans, but she'd shed her top and bra, correctly assuming that the sight of her firm 32D beauties would bring me to hardness that much faster.

Amber had the most succulent, pouty lips, and they looked DAMN good wrapped around my cock as she bobbed up and down. But after slurping me for a couple of minutes, to my delight she leaned up and wrapped her fleshy mounds around my cock, squeezing her tits together and giving me a wonderful tit fuck.

E-Beth, meanwhile, had recovered and got to her knees next to Amber. The curvy brunette finally got rid of her shirt and then unsnapped her bra, baring her even bigger tits to view. She leaned in and kissed Amber's cheek before speaking softly into her ear, "Honey, let me remind you how this is supposed to be done."

My eyes went wide, a reaction Amber certainly did not miss. And with an impish grin she released me and slid to the side. E-Beth took over, pulling my erection into the deep valley of her 34DD cleavage, and then she took over the pumping action.

Amber stood up and divested herself of the rest of her clothing, and now all three of us were totally naked. I could see the glistening wetness between her legs and knew my girlfriend was ready and raring to go. "Let me take over, E-Beth, and I promise than in less than five minutes you'll have the most delicious creampie imaginable."

"Ooh, sounds yummy," E-Beth answered. "But what if you can't finish him in less than five minutes? I'm starving already..."

Amber laughed. "Fine, I'll make it up to you."

"You'll get the strap-on and fuck me within an inch of my life is what you'll do."

"Deal."

E-Beth released me and moved me over until I was laying on my back across the mattress. She leaned down to kiss me and then whispered in my ear. "You'd better hold out long enough, Mister. I want your cream but I really want her to fuck me."

I just nodded as Amber straddled my hips and began lowering herself onto my erection.

"Hey!" E-Beth protested. "No fair starting early. Wait for it... you've got five minutes, starting... NOW!"

Amber shut her eyes and then lunged down onto me. Even after many, many (many) sexual encounters between us, she was still tight and it took a couple of strokes to bury myself to the hilt.

"Fuck me, baby..." she cooed.

I was only too happy to oblige. I watched my girlfriend humping her body up and down, sending her firm, round tits into jiggly orbits. But then my view was blocked as E-Beth settled her naked hips over my face.

"Let's see if I can't distract you," the impish brunette said down to me.

I was quite distracted with the pretty pink pussy in my mouth. And I wasn't the only one. E-Beth was rubbing at Amber's tits and I could hear their sloppy kissing. It was enough to throw off Amber's rhythm and despite my girlfriend's best efforts to get me off quickly, I nutted somewhere around six minutes.

Amber collapsed flat onto her back, her chest heaving with the exertion and momentarily weakened from her own climax. E-Beth, the energizer bunny, was off me and eagerly slurping my creamy jism from her roommate's abused pussy.

For a few more minutes, there was nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing, whispered moans, and wet lip-smacking. But as soon as everyone got their breathing under control, E-Beth was up and wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Alright! Time to pay up baby."

"Poor me..." Amber said sarcastically as she rolled her eyes. And with a smile she rummaged around beneath her bed to find her toy box. The strap-on was soon located and put into place. E-Beth lay supine across the bed, her legs spread and her arms eagerly awaiting her friend.

I simply sat back and enjoyed the view. Amber started by doing a push-up over E-Beth's body, her tongue split E-Beth's lips while the head of her fake cock descending between E-Beth's other lips. It was a view I'd seen before. For some reason, E-Beth really got off on watching the pretty blonde fucking her. I rather liked it myself. There was something so inherently sexy about the way a woman moves her body to fuck another woman.

"That's it, Amber! Drill my wet cunt! Split me open and FUCK ME!" As always, the pinned-down brunette lit off into a quick climax after only a couple of minutes of the Amber treatment.

When she recovered, E-Beth looked to me and panted, "David, c'mere." I knelt on the bed and she wriggled my hips around until I was straddling her face, pointed back towards Amber. The blonde moved out of the way, arching her back and planting her hands onto E-Beth's juggling tits to support herself.

From this position, my balls were actually draped over E-Beth's eyes as she pulled down on my new hardon and tugged it into her mouth. It felt great, but I knew I wasn't in any danger of cumming as E-Beth was too easily distracted by what was going on between her legs. On the other hand, I was in danger, period. The next time E-Beth came she clamped down with her jaws, and I was fortunate that she remembered to cover her teeth with her lips lest she bite off a very tender part of me.

When she came down from her high, E-Beth popped me out and then fixed me with a serious look. "David, I want you to fuck my ass."

Amber came to a screeching halt at that.

"You serious?" I asked. Up until now, E-Beth's butt had been strictly 'exit only'. I'd gotten used to it with Ellie before her, but after failed suggestions the first few times with E-Beth I learned not to pressure her anymore. 

"School is almost over and I don't know what the summer will bring. By next year, we may not be like this anymore. I've been wanting to try it, and I can't think of anyone else I would trust more." E-Beth held my cock in her hand, which wasn't going soft anytime soon at the prospect of this little prize. "You'll stop if I tell you to, right?"

"Of course."

E-Beth pulled me down to kiss her and then she sat up and motioned for Amber to get her equipment off. Once that was done, E-Beth spun the two girls into a sixty-nine, with E-Beth on top and her butt towards the foot of the bed.

While the girls busied themselves with one another's pussies, I dug through Amber's toy box. She wasn't into anal either, so I wasn't expecting to find Astroglide, but I managed to come up with a generic sex lubricant. It would do.

We started slowly. When I put the first lubed finger into her ass, E-Beth tightened up and Amber responded by focusing on her clit. When she seemed to relax, I introduced the second finger.

By the time I got to the third finger, E-Beth wasn't tensing up anymore. And so I got to my knees behind her.

Amber wrapped her lips around E-Beth's clit and reached up with both hands to spread E-Beth's asscheeks to the side. Never a skinny beanpole, E-Beth had some healthy padding on her bubble butt and once Amber got a good grip to the sides, I leaned in through the butt cleavage and placed the mushroom head against E-Beth's rosebud.

"Do it," E-Beth hissed.

I pushed in, E-Beth exhaling loudly, "Oh... oh, yeah... oh, yeah..." Her voice got higher and higher in pitch as she groaned at the stretch and tried to relax at the same time. And then she was sighing as the crown popped through and her ass muscles clenched together all at once.

"FUCK! It feels like I'm trying to take a huge dump!"

"Something like that," I said wryly.

"Okay, okay... I'm good. Push the rest in. Ohhhhh..." she moaned as I did just that. I went back to the slow, constant pressure, and gently glided forwards. When her anal chute clamped down on me, I couldn't go any further.

"Is that all of it?"

"No, just a few more inches. You have to relax, honey."

"Fuck! It already feels like you're shoving a baseball bat inside me."

"You want me to stop?"

"No... it's good. I'm good. It's just weird..."

Amber was licking away between us, pausing once and a while to take a tongue swipe at my balls. And then I was pressing forward and eventually I was fully buried up E-Beth's ass.

"Shit! I'm so full."

"You're so tight..." I answered.

"Oh, fuck me, David. Fuck my ass." She was trembling, her muscles quivering and completely unable to hold her body still.

I pulled back until just the ridged crown was holding me inside, and then I pushed forward. That was enough. E-Beth twitched and came, howling to the wall, "HOLY SHITTTT!"

I stopped when I got buried all the way once again. E-Beth was useless at licking at Amber's pussy. She barely managed to keep her body supported, her head hanging down between her shoulder blades. "Oh, shit. Do that again."

So I pulled back and pushed in.

"Fuck. AGAIN!"

So I did.

"AGAIN! AGAIN! SHIT! I'm CUMMING!!!"

Amber and I could tell. Amber was getting soaked and I was beginning to worry E-Beth's ass would snap off my cock inside of her. Her muscles clenched and released as I pushed back and forth, squeezing me and caressing me like a third hand. We found a rhythm where I could keep going constantly and more importantly for me, it felt like her ass was milking me perfectly while I pumped over and over again.

So when E-Beth clamped down and came for a third time from this assfuck, she pulled me along with her. I slammed forward one last time and erupted, hosing down her bowels with a huge torrent of jism.

E-Beth collapsed forwards, her chest across Amber's crotch and her own hips over Amber's tits. I couldn't dislodge my cock and so I got pulled with her, landing heavily onto Amber with my girlfriend slapping my thighs until I could pull out and slump over to the side.

"Holy shit," E-Beth whimpered. "Holy shit... I never wanted to do that because I thought it was dirty. Why the FUCK was I missing out?"

Amber managed to catch her breath after being crushed by her two closest friends. She smiled at me. "Maybe I'll have to let you try that on me someday."

Impossibly, my dick began twitching at that thought.

Amber laughed. "No, no, not now. We've got finals tomorrow. Let's get cleaned up."

***

Unfortunately, Amber's comment had stirred my prick for a last round. And so with both girls kneeling in the shower, I sprayed them with my version of facial lotion before we rinsed off and got out.

After such a great sex session, studying was a total letdown. Still, with my balls drained, I was able to focus with remarkable clarity and we covered a lot of ground. And then I could at least look forward to hanging out with Danielle and Cherys for our scheduled together time.

"David, you look wiped out," Danielle commented when I came through the door.

"Looks like they did more than just study over there," Cherys teased. "Man, we schedule a pleasant, relaxing evening, and his girlfriends half-kill him before he even gets here."

I just grinned the slightly-guilty-but-more-proud-of-my-studliness grin. I staggered over to the couch and flopped down. Danielle was already handing me a beer.

"What movie are we watching?" I asked.

"Who cares?" Cherys said as she leaned back against my chest and pulled my arm around her. "Long as I get to stay just like this for a good couple of hours."




The Book of David Ch. 07



Danielle settled onto my other side, propping her feet up onto the coffee table and wrapping my other arm around her. "Sounds great."

And the three of us settled in for a nice evening.

***

There wasn't much time left, but I made it a point to spend every evening with my sister and Cherys. Amber said she understood, even if on a few nights I didn't return to her place to sleep.

And then all too quickly, it was time for the graduation ceremony.

I stayed in the crowd with the various family members. Cherys' parents looked particularly happy to see me again. And during the diploma ceremony I yelled at the top of my lungs for Danielle and all of her friends that I knew: Cherys, Nataliya, Leslie, Carmita, etc.

Afterwards, the girls were mingling about, looking cute in their caps and gowns. But in the middle of one conversation, Nataliya pulled me off to the side.

"I will miss you, David. I know we haven't seen much of each other this past quarter, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten you."

"I'll miss you too, Nataliya. There's no way I could ever forget my 21st birthday."

The statuesque blonde blushed and then pulled me into a hug. "Promise me you will watch out for Cherys and your sister. I am worried about them."

I pulled back and looked into Nataliya's hazel eyes, which were wary. "Worried? Why?"

"Maybe you haven't seen it, spending so much time with your new girlfriend. But I am concerned for their relationship. Cherys, especially, is going through a very tough time with her emotions. I think she is questioning her sexuality. Danielle, too, to some degree."

"What do you mean?"

Nataliya looked thoughtful for a second, putting together her explanation. "Here is what I know. I have a few gay friends. You know how I'm certain that they are gay? Because when they see me naked, they don't feel ANYTHING. When they see a man and a woman having sex, they don't really get aroused. Same for my lesbian friends."

I nodded, everything making sense at least on an intellectual level.

Nataliya then took on her concerned face. "But your sister and Cherys? When they see you naked, they get horny. When they see you fucking, they get hotter and wetter. Sure, they turn away every guy who ever approaches them, but I don't think they are really lesbians. At the very least, they are bisexual, even if they don't practice it with men. But rather than considering this, Cherys has been very firm in asserting that she does not want a man. But it's all words, not in the way she reacts instinctively."

"Why?"

"You have known them longer than me." Nataliya shrugged. "Did something happen to Cherys or Danielle when they were young? Something to make them distrust men?"

"I don't know."

"Something to think about. But while Cherys had always been a firm lesbian, these past few months her words have been changing. She does not talk the same way anymore. And everyone sees that she is now hiding some of her thoughts from Danielle. That is not healthy for their relationship."

"I'll keep an eye on them. I always thought they were the strongest relationship I'd ever seen." I looked back at my sister and Cherys talking with Cherys' parents. "They clearly love one another. I just assumed they would be together forever. But if Danielle needs me, I guess I've got to be the big brother and be there to support her."

Nataliya smiled. "You really have grown up." She leaned forward and hugged me again. "Goodbye, David. I hope I will see you again." And then she turned and headed off to where Maria and Leslie were waiting.

My mind couldn't sit still. Danielle and Cherys having problems? Never in a million years. Right?

***

SUMMER BREAK, PRE-SENIOR YEAR (June 2001)

E-Beth was gone again, off to rejoin the same internship she had taken last year. With her intelligence and experience with the company, by the time she graduated, I was sure they would be offering her a nice job with a fat salary.

I warned her to stay out of trouble, but the new and improved E-Beth just gave me a wicked grin and a passionate kiss goodbye without answering me.

Danielle and Cherys had both gotten entry-level jobs that were relatively local to the school. But they had one week off before starting work and both girls proceeded to veg out and be as lazy as possible for almost the entire time. On Sunday, I would help them move into a new apartment that was centrally located between their two jobs.

Amber, of course, didn't need to work over the summer. Her family had enough money and contacts to guarantee her a good job once she graduated.

So that left me as the only schlep having to work for the next week.

As it turned out, Amber's house had a pretty nice pool (and pool house, and manicured garden, etc., etc.). So, not content to just get lay out and get a tan with her old high school friends, she also invited Danielle and Cherys to chill out at her place for the week.

Danielle took one look at our home's dinky backyard and immediately agreed.

I was already in my parents' home Thursday when the girls came strolling in, obviously looking me up and down like a piece of meat. I didn't even want to know what Amber had been saying about me all day.

The whole time I was surreptitiously observing Danielle and Cherys when they were together. Nataliya's warnings were in the back of my head, but I honestly did not detect a single difference in the way they were around each other: same affection, same casual comfortability.

And then came the Friday night party. Looking back, I guess that was when I saw the first chinks in their relationship.

***

"Hey, dude. You free tonight?"

"'Dude'? You never called me 'dude'," Nate's voice was honestly puzzled.

I smirked at myself. "Sorry, just a friend rubbing off on me. So are you free?"

"Well, I was going to do dinner with Monica, but we didn't have any set plans. What's up?"

"Well tomorrow my sister and Cherys are heading off to their new apartment, new jobs, new lives, yadda, yadda. So Amber decided to throw them a little barbecue tonight at her house. She told me to invite a few friends as well."

"Amber, huh? I still can't believe you're dating her. Wasn't she a stuck-up bitch?"

"Nah. She's really sweet when you get to know her. I can hardly believe you're still with Monica."

Nathan went silent for a moment. "Yeah, me, too. I'm telling you, man. I'm going to marry her someday."

"Marry her? You guys getting that serious?"

"She got me to wear a Stanford sweater when I came to campus to visit her. I'm the fucking starting quarterback for Cal, and I'm walking around the Stanford campus wearing cardinal red. I've got it bad."

"No shit. So seriously, you guys coming? I've think I'll get a couple of the old gang there as well."

"Sure thing. Let me run it by the old ball and chain, and I'll call you back."

***

Nate and Monica showed up. So did two others from our high school football team and three ex-cheerleaders. Danielle and Cherys had a few of their old friends come as well, and Amber had four 'Heights' classmates.

Despite there being three distinct ex-High School cliques present, everyone seemed to have grown up over the past few years. Everyone mixed and flirted and reminisced about the old days without any of the old politicking or social tensions. With six guys and fourteen girls, I really couldn't complain about the ratio or the view.

The boys manned the grill and the girls stripped down to bikinis and jumped in the pool. With plentiful alcohol around and the lack of any parents, it was turning out to be quite the shindig. We ate burgers and dogs, drank a lot of beer, and horsed around in the water until the sun came down late into the summer evening.

The highlight of the party for me was just before sundown. Cherys had been chugging beers pretty steadily, and she was bouncing up and down while giggling uncontrollably. She wasn't wearing much to begin with, just a sheer, navy blue bikini that showed off a good bit of titflesh and a brief bottom that revealed more of her asscheeks than it covered.

She noticed my eyes goggling up and down as she hopped around, and then took two slightly unsteady steps right towards me. "Wanna closer look, David?"

I glanced momentarily at Danielle and Amber, who both just smirked at my predicament. Then I looked studiously at Cherys' tits and calmly said, "Yes."

To my surprise, Cherys shrugged, reached back, and unhooked her top. I'd already known her nipples were rock hard, poking through the bikini, but now I was seeing a lot more of them as she dropped her top onto the deck.

Damn, those things were as big as E-Beth's and quite possibly firmer and rounder. I'd caught glimpses of them from time to time on more than one occasion, but this was so much more intense as she was showing off in front of the entire crowd. 

Cherys took two steps forward and let me ogle her up close and personal. I was sitting on a chair, nursing my latest beer as Cherys then dropped her bikini bottoms, displaying her wet, bare-shaven pussy. And then she climbed into my lap, ground her naked crotch against the hardon in my swim trunks, and pulled my face into her cleavage.

I groaned as Cherys beat the sides of my cheeks with her breasts, and then laughing she got back up, turned, and dove into the pool.

By this point, all pairs of eyes were on her. And when she surfaced and slicked the hair out of her eyes, she called out. "New rule: nobody gets in the pool unless they're buck naked!"

"Oh, yeah!" One of our football buddies cheered, dropped his shorts, and went cannonballing after the gorgeous brunette. Two other guys and four girls quickly followed.

"Shall we?" Amber's voice sounded in my ear. I looked to the right and saw my girlfriend wearing nothing but her birthday suit and a smirk. Her red bikini was a puddle on the deck, her blonde hair was golden in the dying sunlight, and her blue eyes sparkled out from the shadows.

I was momentarily embarrassed by the hardon Cherys had given me. But hey, that girl could have gotten a dead man erect. I stood up and managed to pull my trunks over my dick. And then holding hands, Amber and I jumped into the pool.

Once in the water, there was quite a bit of grab-assing and copped feeling going around. Drunken Cherys even got me into a chicken fight, paired with her against Monica and Nate.

Unfortunately, we guys weren't very good bases. We spent too much time looking up to watch the girls' naked bodies and not enough time maintaining our balance.

Eventually, the evening started to cool and most of us relocated to the hot tub. Like everything else at Amber's family home, it was big, luxurious, and had all the bells and whistles. Various couples, both hetero and lesbian, wound up cuddling in the warm water and I swear at least two girls had muffled orgasms while we were there.

At the end of the night, everyone got dressed again and an impromptu dance floor started up on the pool deck. Things were obviously winding down and the inevitable "growing up and moving out" conversations started up. Besides Danielle and Cherys, there were three others in the total group who had graduated college and were going on to the real world.

With a bit of egging, I started up a slightly-tipsy speech to the graduates. It was mostly coherent... mostly.

At the last, we toasted everyone with raised plastic cups of beer, and then five guys bum-rushed the graduates and tossed them screaming into the water. I got the honors of tossing Danielle into the cold water, her shriek perforating my eardrum so that I don't think I had 100% hearing for the next day or so.

That seemed to cap off the festivities. Once people dried off and started sobering up, the party started breaking up. Little by little, people headed home until we were down to just the core group.

Danielle, Cherys, and I were helping Amber pick up the obvious trash and put away the grill. Amber was learning. Yes, it was her staff's job to clean up after us, but it didn't hurt to give them their basic respect on a daily basis and we wanted to at least do a little bit to help out.

Nate and Monica were the last guests left, but Monica had drunk a couple of beers too many and for the moment, she was all over Nate. Despite the cooling air, she was still wearing nothing but her bikini while straddling Nate on a lounge chair and shoving her tits into his face.

"Damn. I think she's going to start fucking him right in front of us," Danielle commented.

I looked over and saw the telltale arousal in her eyes and heard it in her voice. I was suddenly reminded of Nataliya's observations regarding the Cherys and Danielle's potential bisexuality.

"Sweetie, everyone's watching..." Nate exhaled when Monica started tugging at his shorts. His tone was strained, torn between wanting it to happen and embarrassed at the same time.

"Don't stop on our account," Cherys giggled.

"They're all friends," Monica agreed, then pulled Nate's shorts to his ankles and shoved the first four inches of his cock into the back of her throat.

"Ohhh, shit..." Nate reclined back against the lounger, his eyes wide open to the stars.

The young couple was on one of a row of lounge chairs, all lined up neatly beneath the backyard lights. Cherys flared her eyes at Danielle and took her girlfriend by the hand, leading them over to the chair immediately next to Nate and Monica. Cherys slipped her bikini bottoms to the ground, and then sat back on the chair and spread her legs.

"Come to me baby," Cherys cooed, already stirring her fingers in her own crotch.

Danielle smiled and knelt down. I couldn't see anything but the back of Danielle's dirty-blonde head as she wriggled between Cherys' legs, the gorgeous brunette planting her hands on the back of my sister's head.

"That looks like fun," Amber commented. "Let's forget the trash for now." She walked to the next empty chair besides Cherys and Danielle. Only instead of just losing her bottoms, Amber dropped all of her clothing so that she was completely naked.

I grinned and then settled into place.

At first there was a strange harmony of paired female moans with one set of male grunts. But then at a baritone bellow, both Danielle and I lifted our heads and looked to the side to see Nate's eyes bulging and his face red, his hands clamped onto Monica's head as he obviously was unloading his cum into Monica's mouth.

The next time I got distracted was when Cherys called, "Squeeze my tits baby. Oh, you know how I love it when you pinch my nipples."

I couldn't resist looking up to see that Cherys' bikini top was missing once again, Danielle's hands caressing the voluminous mounds while her head shook between her girlfriend's legs. Monica and Nate had also switched places, the air now filled with three sets of feminine moaning.

Cherys was so wired that she came rather quickly. And when the brunette started gasping for a second climax, I managed to get Amber off as well. And then came the words I had always fantasized about but never expected.

"Amber, would you mind trading with me?"

My head shot up and my dick, which had slowly softened while my attention was on Amber's clit, went rock hard in an instant.

Danielle, too, was looking back and forth between her girlfriend and mine. Cherys' eyes were swimming, liquid pools of desire as her entire face radiated absolute lust.

Amber noticed my agitated state and then looked at Danielle. She smiled and licked her lips in obvious arousal. "Sure. Sounds like fun. Go show her what your tongue can do, baby."

So with Amber nodding her head to the side, I got up and swapped places with Danielle. My sister was appreciably interested in my pretty blonde girlfriend. But to be honest, I think she was more focused on watching me with her girlfriend.

I settled down between Cherys' legs, my eyes locked in on the pretty pink pussy spread wide for me. She was still wet from her two recent climaxes and I was immediately hit by her sweet scent.

I lowered my head and took the first tentative lick from bottom all the way up, causing Cherys to tense her hips and briefly buck her hips upwards, her breath catching in a muffled gasp.

Cherys blinked and then smiled at me. "How does it feel to be the first man to ever put his tongue there?"

I didn't answer. I just did it again.

And again.

And again.

It's not like Cherys necessarily tasted any better than Amber or anything. She was muskier compared with Amber's sweetness, if anything. But the fact was that this was CHERYS. This was my dream girl. This was my eternal, untouchable fantasy girl. And I was eating her pussy.

It just about blew my mind.

So I went on autopilot, just enjoying the moment. I worked instinctively, not able to concentrate with my mind racing in disbelief at what I was doing. Apparently, my body was a better muff-diver than I was. Either that, or Cherys was extra- horny by the situation as well, because she went off like a firecracker barely a minute into my tongue bath.

She came again when I brought a finger up and curled the tip against her G-spot.

And she came again when I worked a second finger into her.

By now, my ears were informing me of everything else that was going on. I heard the lounger to my left squeaking as apparently Nate was already fucking Monica. I heard the shift of the lounger braces and then dual feminine moaning to my right. My guess was that Amber lowered the lounger flat so she and Danielle could sixty-nine.

But my eyes were all on Cherys. I saw nothing but her pretty pussy, her taut tummy, and the twin mountains of funbag flesh perched on her chest. She pulled my hands up and then my tongue went even wilder once I got both palms pressed against her breasts. My hands were on CHERYS' breasts.

I still couldn't believe it.

Just like I couldn't believe it when I heard "FUCK ME DAVID!"

My head popped up, my lower jaw absolutely drenched in Cherys' nectar. My head immediately went to the right, where Amber and Danielle were indeed sixty- nining, Amber on top with her head facing me and Danielle pointed away on the bottom.

Cherys was frantic. I'd lost count of how many times she'd climaxed, but she was trembling so hard she couldn't keep her hands still. She clawed at my arms and pulled at my back, trying to physically MOVE my torso up and into position.

"I want you David. I want your cock inside me. I want it in my cunt. I want it in my ass. I want to swallow your cum. Fuck me. Fuck me, David!"

It should have been the culmination of my longest ever fantasy. I was literally moments away from burying my hard, throbbing cock inside of CHERYS.

And yet... all I could feel was absolute panic.

Cherys had lost it. She was acting way out of character, in a manic way that was more frightening than sexy. Her eyes were wild and yet droopy. And her twitchiness unnerved me.

Cherys looked desperate. Danielle looked horrified. And Amber looked concerned. My girlfriend caught my eye, and ever so fractionally, she shook her head 'no'.

That was all I needed. I pulled back and stumbled away from the lounger, leaving a still-frantic Cherys crying for me to come and fuck her. Amber came to me while Danielle switched over to her girlfriend and enveloped her in a hug. Cherys was sobbing pitifully and trying to throw Danielle off of her while still reaching out to me.

Nate looked like he wanted to help restrain Cherys, but hesitated at her nudity until Monica told him to go hold her down.

And all the while, my dick throbbed and waved of its own accord back in Cherys' direction. My balls were swollen to the size of grapefruits after so much time close to Cherys' pussy. And the shaft was an angry purple, as thick as I'd ever seen it. My dick wanted in. And Cherys' wild gaze was locked onto it as well.




The Book of David Ch. 07



Amber squatted in front of me and quickly swallowed me whole. Cherys cried "NO!" and then wailed in agony.

I could barely stand as Amber hoovered me, jacking the base and sucking powerfully at the tip. After only a minute, I grunted and then began blasting away into Amber's mouth. I came with such power and such volume that she gagged and had to pull off, thick ropes of cum shooting across her face in creamy white lines, painting the pretty blonde from forehead to chin.

I'd built up quite the load after all the skinny-dipping and playful teasing and especially the recent oral play with Amber and Cherys. Even after the first dozen full shots, I was still going and Amber pointed me down to empty the rest onto her chest.

Only when I was done firing did Cherys quiet. Amber sagged her butt down to the deck and leaned back against her arms, her hands planted on the floor behind her. She gasped for air while the hot streams of jism dried on her naked body. And my cock began to wilt.

Cherys was sniffling softly as she watched my erection go away.

But just when we thought it was over, her wild eyes turned to the side and she saw Nate's swollen prick. It was a new fight as she reached out to him, demanding, "I need a cock. I need a man!"

Amber and Danielle restrained her while Monica planted Nate back onto the lounger beside them and she inhaled his prick. Cherys was already going silent again and sobbing pitifully. Two minutes later, Nate spurted into Monica's mouth and she drank it all down.

And at last Cherys went limp.

Danielle and Amber let go of her, and she looked utterly devastated as she curled into the chair and buried her face against the back.

We all jerked when Cherys suddenly lurched, making a gagging noise. And then she flopped out of the lounger, turned towards the grass, and then let loose with a loud retching sound.

A large volume of vomit spewed out onto the grass as she hunched forward on all fours, followed by a second load. And then Danielle got hold of a towel and was wrapping her up.

The party was over.

***

Even though I'd been back home for a week, it still felt a little weird waking up in my own bed. I'd begun to think of our old college apartment, where I'd spent three years of my life, as home. So with that momentary disorientation, my mind was occupied with remembering the proper way to the bathroom and to locating my clothes. The previous night's adventures and misadventures were not yet remembered.

My mild hangover probably didn't help.

So when I came out of the bathroom and saw Cherys waiting to use it, it took me a few seconds to remember just WHY she was looking at me like a frightened animal. 

Choosing not to comment, I simply offered a reassuring "good morning" and then brushed past her while she scurried into the bathroom.

Of course, the instant I got into my own bedroom, it all came rushing back to me. After Cherys had recovered from upchucking her entire barbecue dinner, Danielle got her cleaned up and then we loaded her into my car. I had kissed Amber goodbye, with a promise to call in the morning. We brought Cherys back to our house. It was a common enough occurrence for her to stay overnight with Danielle, and we didn't want her parents to see her in this state.

But before that, I remembered the party, her naked body, eating out her pussy, and Cherys begging me to fuck her.

It was a damn good thing I'd already pissed; otherwise there was no way I'd squeeze out a drop with this erection.

In my mind's eye, I recalled just how she looked sprawled across that lawn chair, her chest heaving those massive tits up and down; her legs split to the sides. One hand was on her clit, her own fingers lewdly spreading those pink pussy lips wide.

Absentmindedly, I sat on the bed and dug my hand beneath the waistband, circling my fingers around my rod. I managed only a few strokes before the sharp knock came at my door.

Reflexively, I yanked my hand out and tried to smooth down my pajama pants. "Yeah!"

Cherys cracked the door and then came in. I saw her gaze immediately zero in on the tent being pitched in my pants, and then she forced her eyes back up to mine.

"Hi..." she just kind of drawled, momentarily forgetting what she was going to say.

"Uh, hi..." I managed awkwardly. I flailed around trying to think of something else to say. "How are you feeling?" I asked. Then I saw her squinting at me awkwardly. "Hangover?"

"Yeah..." she winced and looked at the floor. It was extremely weird for me. Here was a gorgeous, supremely confident woman who I had worshipped since I first took an interest in girls. And she was staring at her feet with her head hanging down between her shoulders.

It couldn't be like this. She meant way too much to me for our friendship to end like this. So she got drunk and a little horny, who hasn't? And after all my masturbatory fantasies of her, who was I to claim she wasn't allowed to lust a little after me? I had to make her see that I still cared about her as much as ever.

The awkward silence carried for a long minute. Then she finally breathed in and said to the floor, "Look, I wanted to say I'm sorry for the way I acted last night."

"Don't worry about it," I cut her off.

She startled and then managed to glance up at me. "I put you in a very dangerous position. wish I hadn't-"

"Forget it. If you want, it never happened."

She looked at me a little more closely. "I just don't want things to be awkward between us."

I opened my arms in an obvious invitation for a hug. "Come up here."

Still a little wary, Cherys managed to drag her feet and then sit on the bed beside me. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her as she settled her back against my side. One arm slid around her waist and the other stroked her arm in a familiar cuddle position. "Hey gorgeous..."

"Hey hero..." She sighed happily and snuggled a little closer.

Our heartbeats slowed and our breathing became rhythmically smooth. I relaxed considerably. We would be alright.

"David... I love you..." her voice came quiet and trembling.

Instinctively my arm tightened around her. Amber, of course, told me she loved me. She was my girlfriend. But the only other girl who'd ever said that to me was E-Beth. In retrospect, my ex had only said it as an automatic response to my declarations of love. She hadn't really meant it.

But Cherys said it and I could hear in her voice that she meant it. I was so shocked I was frozen stiff.

Her voice continued in the same tremor. "Before you say anything, I just want you to know that I don't love you romantically. I'm not trying to steal you from Amber or hurt Danielle or anything. But it's how I feel. For everything you meant to Ellie. For the way you treat me. For the way you've made me believe that there are good men out in the world somewhere. I love you. It's almost like you're family."

I thought about what she said and in a way, paralleled it to the way I felt about Danielle. In everything but blood, Cherys was like a sister to me. If that meant I had the occasional incestuous thought about her, so be it. But she was like the girl next door I had grown up with and fantasized about. And now I would consider her one of my closest friends.

Truly, she knew me better now than even Nate or Kevin, or E-Beth or Amber. She knew me almost as well as Danielle did. And I cringed inside at the thought of anything bad ever happening to her. And so the words flowed forth effortlessly. "I love you too, Cherys."

She hummed happily and snuggled deeper into my grasp. My arm around her waist cinched up until it was pressing up slightly beneath her breasts. I felt affection mingled with chemical heat in my veins. Damn she smelled good.

But despite the tug-of-war between sisterly love and raw lust for her, I didn't feel awkward. Looking back, I'd gotten used to the sensation; after all, I'd been in that tug-of-war for almost ten years now.

I let my head loll over against hers, hugging her tightly. Now if only her forearm wasn't pushing down on my erection.

***

Danielle and Cherys must have had their own discussion over the events of the party, because when I came out of my room they were comfortably at ease around each other.

Within the hour we were on the road and ready to move the girls into their new apartment. I felt nostalgic sadness seeing them set up a home that didn't include me in it.

Fortunately for me, Amber had the perfect solution when I returned her house. It started with the pretty blonde in bed, flat on her back and fully clothed. She then pushed her shirt above her naked tits, hanging around her neck while she dropped her head off the edge of the mattress and ordering me to shove my dick into her throat.

After making me use her tits as handholds to facefuck out my aggression, she flipped onto all fours and hitched her skirt over her naked ass, presenting me with a wet and juicing pussy from behind.

After spending a load there, Amber sucked me back to life and then climbed aboard to let out her own aggression after being dominated by me for twenty minutes. Already lubricated by my first spending, Amber could move her hips really, really fast.

She damn near fucked my teeth out.

And so as I cuddled in post-coital bliss with my girlfriend and thought about my sister and Cherys together, on their own, I realized that it was all just a part of growing up. You move on with your life.

My new world was a whirlwind of excitement with my new girlfriend. I clicked so well with Amber in a way that that was vastly superior to anything I'd ever experienced. As happy as Ellie and then E-Beth had made me, those relationships just didn't compare to the happiness I was finding with my current paramour.

My big sister Danielle was finally going off to a place where she didn't have to mother over me. She was free to focus on building a career and an adult life for herself without worrying about her little brother's mental condition or even how to feed a young man.

And Cherys was moving on to figure out her life. She had stability and the love of a beautiful, caring woman in Danielle. So she had a few too many beers and drunkenly decided to try and find out what a dick felt like. So what? She could put the past behind her and focus on her future. 

At least, that's what I thought. Perhaps I should have known better than to think it would all blow over and we would all go back to the way things had been before. Life doesn't work like that. Things don't go back. Everything... inevitably... changes.

And the events that happened at the end of summer certainly changed everything.

***

Despite having to schlep myself off to work while my girlfriend stayed home and sunned herself, I rather enjoyed the 3-month summer vacation.

Maybe it was because my old high school friends realized this was our last hurrah together, and we showed it by partying harder than usual every chance we got.

Maybe it was because spending 9-10 hours at work every weekday made the time fly by rather quickly.

Maybe it was because after 9-10 hours of sheer boredom at her house, Amber was really, really excited to see me. Yeah... I think that was it.

For example, on a random Tuesday I went to her house and she met me by the door wearing a push-up red teddy, matching red stockings and garters, and no panties. The very next Thursday she told me her parents were home and she came to my house. And then I found out she was buck naked underneath her trenchcoat.

And that doesn't even go into the times when she pranced around topless in skintight black vinyl pants and boots, holding a riding crop.

After the first month or so, she couldn't even wait for me through the whole workday. I was hunched over the computer at my cubicle when a soft pair of hands suddenly covered my eyes. "Guess who?"

Of course, I knew the voice immediately. "Amber?" I jerked and turned around. There she was, beaming at me and wearing a short sundress that showed off plenty of her cleavage. With her blonde hair up in pigtails and a smattering of pastel makeup, she was a pretty pixie in human size.

"Come on. I'm taking you to lunch."

I sputtered for just a second. It was only 11:15. "I've still got work!"

Amber grinned at me. "I already cleared it with your boss." Sure enough, my boss was leaning against the door to his office, rather obviously drooling at Amber's ass. Engineers really don't see enough cute girls in their lives.

We returned to the front of my office building around 2pm. I sat back in the driver's seat and sighed. Amber sat up and wiped a glob of cum from her lips before leaning up and pecking my cheek. "That should hold you until tonight."

***

SUMMER BREAK, PRE-SENIOR YEAR (August 2001)

It was a warm summer Friday evening and Amber agreed to meet me at the local mall/cinema/restaurant complex. A mindless PG-13 action blockbuster was opening and we were going to kill a few brain cells and make our eardrums go numb for a couple of hours, then find a nice dinner.

Thanks to casual Fridays, I drove straight from work in jeans and a polo then went to our designated meeting spot in front of the theater. Just like it had done almost every day for the past six months, my heart leapt sky high as soon as I saw her.

Tonight she was in skintight jeans and a baby-T. I whistled out loud as I ogled the long legs, trim body, and full bosom of the cute blonde with her back to me. Stepping forward quickly and silently, I put my hands over her eyes from behind and said, "Guess who?"

The head bobbed down for a second and an unfamiliar voice wavered, "Eric?"

Like I'd just stuck my hands into hot flame, I jerked back while the girl turned around. "Oh, I'm SO sorry. I thought you were someone else."

The cute blonde turned and backed away from me, her face very SIMILAR to Amber's but I knew it wasn't actually her. In fact, she looked several years younger than us, probably still in her teens.

"Hey!" a gruff male voice came from the left and I turned to see a hulking boy stalking towards us from the restrooms.

"Amy! This guy bothering you?" the hulk asked.

"No, no," the girl shrugged, trying to place me but clearly recognizing that I was just a stranger. "Just a case of mistaken identity."

The guy seemed to cool off from his momentary fury, and then took a closer look at me, wrinkling his eyebrows. "David?"

"Yeah," I answered in surprise, standing up straight. "Do I know you?"

"Well, it's been awhile. You used to date my big sister Elizabeth." He reached out to me with a meaty paw.

I tentatively took his hand and studied the face. A moment later, I recognized him. "Eric! Little Eric?"

"Not so little any more," he deadpanned. The guy was four inches taller than me and all muscle.

"Holy shit you grew up!" It had been two years since I'd last seen the kid, during that summer when E-Beth and I started dating. Somehow, he'd gone from a tall, but skinny twerp into this hulking monstrosity.

"Yeah, hit some kind of growth spurt."

"I'll say. You coming up to Uni already?"

He chuckled. "No. I'm still in high school. Going to be a senior."

"You playing football?"

"Yeah. Coach moved me to defensive end."

"Too bad you're not graduating yet. Uni's defense could use some help." Then I turned to the pretty blonde who was looking back and forth between us.

Eric caught my look and then stammered out. "Oh, I'm sorry. Amy, this is David. David, Amy."

She held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you." I looked at the way she carried herself, still in that coltish awkward way showing she still hadn't grown into her body. Her head bobbed a bit when she turned. I realized just how old I was getting with these kids who were four years younger than me. Still, she was quite pretty and I knew she'd break some hearts when she grew up.

Amy soaked in my little evaluation of her nice body and proudly thrust out her chest. "So you dated his big sister?" She giggled in a flirty little way.

"Yeah, we're still friends. But she goes off to some internship every summer so I haven't been by Eric's house since he was, well... a lot skinnier. How did you end up with him?"

Amy turned to her blushing boyfriend and smiled, "Oh, you could say it was love at first sight. I had just transferred in from out of state. The minute he saw me his jaw went slack and he just stared in utter rapture." The cute blonde giggled. "It made quite an impression that this tall, hunky man was so taken with me immediately."

We both looked over at the boy, but realized Eric's jaw was rather slack and he was staring off behind me.

Amy remarked, "Yeah! That's the look!"

Meanwhile, I turned to follow his gaze and saw Amber walking up to us. I instantly analyzed how graceful she walked, despite her wedge sandals. Her miniskirt and blouse were also quite a bit more grown up. Perhaps I should have immediately recognized that Amy was not her, even from behind. This was a grown-up woman.

I reached out my arm.

Amber settled into me and said, "Hey baby. Who're your friends?"

I gestured to the slightly-recovering Eric, who was still staring at Amber in wonder. My girlfriend had that effect on occasion. "This is Eric. He's actually your roommate's little brother."

"Really?" Amber said dramatically, searching his face. "E-Beth's little brother? I'm Amber."

"I know," he stammered. "I was a freshman when you both were Seniors in High School."

Eric still looked tongue-tied so I gestured to Amy, who was looking back and forth between Eric and Amber and didn't seem too happy with what she saw. Myself, I started to wonder if his most recent slack-jawed look was for his girlfriend... or mine. I finished by directing Amber's attention to the younger blonde, saying "And this pretty girl is Amy."

"Hi," Amy said coolly as she held out her hand. "I'm Eric's girlfriend."

Amber shook it and evaluated the other girl. Both blonde, both slightly-built except for sizeable chests. Same height, similar figures, similar facial structures. "Well, I have to admit he has excellent taste in women," Amber complimented.

Amy made a neutral 'hmph' noise and then slipped her arm around Eric's waist. That finally broke his reverie and he looked back at his girlfriend. "Nice to meet you both," Amy started abruptly. "Come on, Eric. The movie's going to start soon."

The two of them said goodbye and then turned away. I was shaking my head in wonder at what a small world this was and looked back to my girlfriend. Amber was actually staring after them.

"You remember him?"

Amber smiled and then turned to me. "Yeah, I do actually. He used to follow me around like a puppy dog when we were in high school. Nothing obvious, he never came up and even talked to me. But he was always hanging around and I saw him staring at me more than once. Never knew he was E-Beth's little brother. He's grown up quite a bit."

She looked over at the departing couple again. "Guess he found his own version of me."

"Good for him," I said emphatically and wrapped her into my arms. "Because the original is absolutely incredible."

***

*bzzt* *bzzt*

The hell? My eyelids were painted shut, but with great effort I managed to pop one of them open.

*bzzt* *bzzt*

Now free, my eyeball swiveled over to the clock. It was one in the morning. Who the hell was calling me this late? Didn't they know I had work tomorrow? I mean, I enjoyed having a cell phone now. It kept me connected and meeting up with people was SOOO much easier when you had cell phones. But before I had the damn thing, I could actually SLEEP all night.

*bzzt* *bzzt*

Fine. I got both eyes open, reached over and picked up the handset. The caller ID showed "Danielle". I was going to kill her.

"What?!"

"Hey, squirt. Did I wake you?"




The Book of David Ch. 07



"Yes," I growled.

"Sorry. I won't take long." She sounded honestly apologetic and I recognized that something wasn't quite right. More than twenty years together will do that to a sibling. "What's wrong, Dani?"

"Nothing, nothing," she said quickly.

"Dani..." I drawled.

"Really, nothing's WRONG per se. I don't want to talk about it over the phone. But are you free this weekend?"

"Uh, well, it's the last weekend before I go back to school. I'm sure Amber and I are doing something."

"Well, Cherys and I want to see you before you go. Can you talk to Amber tomorrow about meeting up with us for the weekend?"

"Sure, sure. Then will you tell me what this is all about?"

"I promise."

"Okay, now go away." I hit END before she could say another word. I was unconscious even before my head dropped back down onto the pillow.

***

Amber looked past my shoulder and then hung up her phone, tucking the small silver device into her purse. "There they are."

I turned to look. Sure enough, there were Cherys and Danielle, making a fashionably late entrance.

Amber was already getting the attention of the restaurant hostess. "We're all here."

There were warm hugs all around, and then our foursome wound through the restaurant to our table.

When we sat down, Danielle piped up, "I'm so jealous of you guys. Going back to school."

"Jealous? Why?" I snorted.

"I dunno. Life was just so much simpler when we were in school." My sister glanced over at her girlfriend, who was unusually quiet. "Go to class, finish your homework, and enjoy your free time. That was it. No worries about careers or saving for the future."

"...or lecherous bosses hitting on you," Cherys complained.

"That too," Danielle conceded.

"Is that why you wanted to meet up with us?" I asked. "To whine about how much life sucks after college?"

"No, no," Danielle groaned. "What? I can't visit with my little brother before he leaves for school?"

"First of all, school is actually closer to your new apartment than here. We could have just met up next week or something. Secondly, you were pretty cryptic on the phone. Something's up."

"Will you relax?" Danielle admonished. "By next week you'll be waist deep in your Senior classes. For now, it's a last weekend to unwind."

Her words made a logical sense, but I knew her too well. She was still hiding something from me. I let out a long sigh and squeezed Amber's hand, who was glancing back and forth between me and Danielle as if trying to figure out the unspoken communication. "Alright, I'll quit with the Spanish Inquisition." I took a sip from my Coke. "For now..." I grinned.

The rest of dinner was taken up with pleasant conversation. Amber got along really well with Danielle and Cherys, and we whiled away the hour talking about all the things Amber and I should accomplish before we left the campus.

Oddly, Cherys was still rather quiet throughout the whole evening. She was there, participating, but not as much as her normally outgoing self. We'd met up a couple of times over the summer since the barbecue at Amber's place, and things were never awkward between us. I wondered if Danielle's mysterious motive and Cherys' current social restraint were related.

For a moment, I flashed back to what Nataliya had been saying. Was their relationship in trouble? Nah... I pushed the thought from my mind. They were the most rock-solid couple I'd ever seen, my parents included.

All three girls had some wine with dinner. None of them were smashed or anything, but they had some light buzzes going. When it was time to leave, Danielle was the first to ask, "Hey, can we go somewhere to talk?"

I gave a significant look to Amber and she nodded fractionally. I'd told her about the cryptic middle of the night phone call to ask about meeting, so this wasn't unexpected.

"Let's go to my place," Amber suggested. "My parents are in Tahiti for the week."

Danielle nodded. She'd only had one glass and looked in good shape to drive. I'd stuck to Coke all evening and led the way.

Once we got to the house, we all went inside and I sat down on a couch. Cherys surprised me a bit by going straight to the spot next to me, sitting down and pulling my arm around her in a protective hug.

We'd done this a zillion times, but never right in front of Amber to my recollection. I swiveled my gaze up to my girlfriend, who simply looked at us with an unreadable expression and then took a chair across the coffee table. Danielle took the next chair.

For a moment, the four of us just sort of looked at each other. Well, Danielle, Amber, and I looked at each other. Cherys just closed her eyes and leaned her head against my shoulder.

"So..." I broke the silence. "What's going on?"

Danielle was clearly a bit on edge, rubbing her knees and biting her lower lip. She looked over at Amber, trying to read her. But my pretty blonde girlfriend's expression was as neutral as an Easter Island statue.

Meanwhile, Cherys looked perfectly content for the first time all evening as she simply snuggled closer into my arms.

"David, I'm trying to find a delicate way to say this," Danielle started. "I don't want you to misunderstand our intentions or take this the wrong way. And there's a lot of wrong ways this can be taken." She barked out a nervous laugh. "Oh, god. If I keep rambling I'm going to hype this up WAY more than it needs to be."

Cherys' voice cut straight through my sister's rambling. "I want to lose my virginity."

Everyone went silent at that. I looked down at Cherys, who was staring up into my eyes, her irises shifting to an iridescent green. "Excuse me?" I asked.

"I want to lose my virginity," Cherys repeated. "And I want my first man to be you."

My gaze immediately swiveled over to my girlfriend. Somehow, I felt guilt tearing through me like a knife, as if I'd somehow already cheated on her. But Amber just looked back at me with a calm smile, nodding her head fractionally again.

Not finding clear answers there, I turned to my big sister. "Danielle? Can you explain?"

"It is what she says it is," Danielle waved her hand towards Cherys. "She's never had sex with a man and she wants to know what it's like. But in general, she doesn't like men. You know that. Even with all the opportunities we had in college, we never did. You, David, you're the only one she trusts."

I looked back down at Cherys, who was beaming at me with a happy/hopeful smile. Her arm reached back and her fingers delicately traced their way up my jeans until her palm was resting on top of my erection.

And it was an erection. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the mere thought of having sex with Cherys was enough to get me hard. "Please, David," she cooed. "I've wanted you, even before the barbecue."

I looked down at her and then back at my girlfriend and on to my sister. "Danielle?" I queried.

"I'm cool with it. We've talked. That was the night I called you." Danielle seemed to finally relax a bit. "I love you, baby brother. And I trust you. I'd be happier seeing her make love with you than with any other man I can think of."

But as much as my hormones wanted it, or Cherys wanted it, or Danielle wanted it, there was still one opinion that would be a complete deal-breaker. Amber had clearly shown an acceptance for me fucking other girls. Maria and E-Beth were the obvious examples, but this was a little different.

Amber surprised me. "Tomorrow," she said in a clear voice, looking at both Danielle and Cherys. "There are too many emotions running around right now, and a girl giving up her virginity should be a special occasion. The mood is all wrong for tonight."

Cherys looked at the blonde and pouted, "Aww... do I have to wait? It's not like I've got a hymen or anything."

Amber got up, walked around the coffee table, and then knelt before us. She stroked Cherys' hair tenderly. "You'll thank me tomorrow." Even though Cherys was two years older, you'd think Amber was the elder of the two for the moment. 

Then Amber stood and held her hand out to me. I immediately took it and began getting up with Amber's gentle tug. Cherys got off me and let me go, watching as Amber started pulling me away down the hallway.

The blonde turned back. "David will pick you up tomorrow at 11 AM. Dress casually."

And then Amber pulled me towards her bedroom. Tonight was her night, and she never let me forget it. I brought her to climax six times before she let me cum. And I only came the one time. She wanted me to save it for Cherys the next day.

My girlfriend would never cease to amaze me.

***

"Morning, baby."

My eyes fluttered open and I immediately squinted against the morning light. Ready to start whining like a real baby, I instead twisted my body to stretch my back and shoulders and rolled over to look at Amber.

She was sitting upright in bed, her cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on her nose as she absentmindedly chewed on a ball-point pen while perusing her notepad.

"What are you doing?" I grumbled.

"Planning."

"For what?"

"For your date with Cherys."

"My what?"

"You forget already?" Amber rolled her eyes at me.

"No, no... I guess I just didn't think of it as a date." Still groggy, I managed to sit up in bed and smack my jaw a few times.

"You're going to hang out with her for a few hours, getting intimately comfortable with the express purpose of having sex by the end of the evening." She waggled the pen at me. "How is that NOT a date?"

"Well, when you put it that way." I rubbed my head. "To be honest, I don't think I like the idea. I'm already dating you."

Amber looked down at her notepad. "It's not like you haven't slept with other girls."

"That's different. They weren't dates. They were just... sex."

Amber looked up and stared right into my eyes. "Cherys means more to you than that."

I sighed, now fully awake. I nodded slowly. "Yeah... How can you be okay with that?" I still didn't understand.

Amber shrugged. "I- I don't know how to explain it. I don't think Cherys wants to become your girlfriend or anything, so there's no threat. She's just very confused about her sexuality right now and being with you would be something special and something safe for her right now. And, well, she's kind of like your big sister. I mean, she's not actually your sister, but well... yeah... you know?"

I stared off at some distant point. "I know..."

We sat there in silence for a moment. "Are you sure you can go through with this?" Amber asked me quietly.

I kept staring. "I'm not sure. It all just feels... weird, somehow. I mean, I have to admit I've been fantasizing about her since I was like twelve. But now we're so close. It's... weird."

Amber turned her notepad to face me. "Well, if you follow this plan, you've got nine hours to go from 'weird' to intimately comfortable."

***

Why the hell was I feeling nervous? This wasn't an ordinary date. It's not like I didn't know the girl very well or was scared about meeting her parents. It wasn't like I even had some worries over whether or not I'd get lucky tonight. The mutual desires were pretty much known.

This was Cherys, a girl I'd known forever. She'd practically lived at my house with my sister during high school. And I roomed with her for 3 years of college. Up until a few months ago, I saw her almost every day.

So why was I shifting my weight from foot to foot like I had restless leg syndrome? And why were my hands clammy and dripping sweat? And why the hell was I still standing here without ringing the damn doorbell?

I wiped my hands off on my jeans one last time, feeling the crinkle in my pocket where I'd stashed Amber's agenda. Then I reached up and hit the bell. I was already ten minutes late.

The door opened less than a minute later. "Hi David!" Cherys looked as stunning as ever, wearing a white cotton summer dress cut short enough to show off her long legs and also cut low enough to show off her ample bosom. Subtle patterns in green brought out that particular color in her eyes and the morning light illuminated her golden skin wonderfully.

My jaw dropped as I instantly imagined what she looked like naked through the thin fabric. "Uh... hey, gorgeous..." I managed to croak.

"I was beginning to worry you weren't going to show," she pouted prettily.

I was instantly defensive. "You know I'd never do that to you. Cherys, it's me." I realized just then how fast the words had come forth, without my nervous hesitance.

"You're right; it's you. And I couldn't be happier." She leaned forward and pecked my cheek, looping her arm around mine as she came forward and closed the door behind her.

I felt my worries starting to melt away under the radiance of her smile. And then I escorted her to my car. I held the door for her like a true gentleman and then hustled around to the driver's seat.

I was still buckling myself in when Cherys asked, "So what's the plan? Are we just going to crawl into your bedroom and fuck?"

I grinned at her. "Nope. Just relax and enjoy." I started the car and then we were off.

Cherys waited all of ten seconds before asking. "So where ARE we going?"

"It's a surprise. But before we get there, I really want you to know-" I pulled up to a stoplight and then turned in my seat to face her. "There's no pressure here. We do as much or as little as you want. Right now, you're my good friend and I just want to enjoy a nice Sunday with you."

Cherys leaned in, her eyelids dropping smokily and showing off dark eyeshadow and long lashes. "But what if I don't want to be just a friend?" she husked.

From the way she was leaning, the neckline off her dress hung free and I had a clear view straight down to her cleavage, the upper slopes completely bare above her thin bra. My eyes flicked down and then I forced them back up to her eyes.

"You did say as much as I want, right?" She giggled.

I sighed and looked down at her cleavage again. "I'd do anything for you, Cherys." I thought back to all that time with her as my dream girl. And then my gaze was lost in her eyes. "I always would and I think I always will."

She smiled and leaned her head towards me, our lips inching together.

I puckered and closed my eyes as I tilted my head towards hers.

*HOOONNNNKKKK!!!!*

I blinked and then glanced forward. The light was green and the car in front of me was long gone. The full-size pickup truck behind me wasn't too happy about it. I stepped on the gas and rolled forward.

Okay, where was I?

***

"David, this is so beautiful! How come I never heard of this place?" Cherys tilted her glass and a bit more of the cool red wine spilled into her mouth.

I swallowed the last bit of my sandwich and glanced out across the view. It wasn't the most spectacular scene on the planet, but it was quite pretty. We were perched on a grassy knoll that overlooked the river valley a few hundred yards below us, well-shaded by a large tree and surrounded by perennial flowers. I knew this place was even prettier in the springtime.

"I dunno. Nate told me about it when we were teenagers. To be honest, he used this spot to seduce many a cheerleader." I grinned and leaned my elbow back against the picnic blanket and set the rest of my sandwich back into the basket.

Cherys set down her wine glass and leaned onto her own elbow so we were parallel and staring at each other instead of the view. "What about you? How many girls have you brought here?"

"Just two," I answered without thinking.

Cherys looked like she was about to say something, then her eyebrows knotted for just a moment. I instantly knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" I asked softly.

She looked down and frowned for a second before asking, "Did you make love with Ellie here?"

I sighed but didn't break my gaze on her. "Yes. That was a long time ago."

"What was it like?"

"A gentleman does not speak of such things." I waved my hand, having accepted Ellie's death but not totally comfortable talking about her.

"Were you planning to seduce me here like you did her?"

It was my turn to frown. "I'm not trying to seduce you, Cherys. I told you, no pressure."

"No pressure on me. But I can put as much pressure on you as I want." The gorgeous brunette shifted a few inches closer to me on the blanket. "I want to feel what that would be like."

Her face tilted towards mine again and her lips pursed as she closed the gap between us. I closed my eyes myself and immediately I felt every other sense sharpen.

I heard the whistling of the wind through the leaves and the chirping of birds above us. I smelled Cherys' musky-sweet scent that set my blood on fire. And then I tasted her lips as if they were the juiciest fruit imaginable.

Cherys moaned and then instinct took over as I pressed back against her with my lips, gently bearing her down to the blanket, pushing until she was flat on her back and circling her arms around my head.

My mind was whirling with the adrenaline rush. This was Cherys. This was freakin' CHERYS! And I was kissing her. There was nothing manic or out of control about the kiss, just passion and urgency as she clutched me tighter to her and our tongues danced with one another.

With a burst of energy, she pushed up against me and rolled us over until I was on my back. I felt my leg kick against the picnic basket, probably spilling things. But at this point, I really didn't care what happened to it. My universe had shrunk down to the gorgeous woman in my arms.

Cherys slipped her lips off of mine and began kissing her way down my cheek. I took the opportunity to fasten my lips to her neck and begin rubbing while she gasped, "David! Oh, David!" in my ear.

Suddenly, the weight of her chest was flush against me as her arms fluttered around doing something else. Just when I snapped open my eyes to figure out what was going on, her mouth was on mine once again, Cherys moaning into our liplock as we went at it again with fresh vigor.

My hands were roaming along her legs, sliding beneath the hem of her sundress. For a few moments, they settled on her thong-covered ass, tracing the skin of her firm globes before gliding up her back. But when I felt the bare skin over her spine, my eyes whipped open again. My right hand was against her lower back and the left moved up to find that her shoulder was bare as well.

I sat up in surprise, not expecting things to go this far just yet. At least, things weren't supposed to go this far in Amber's plan.

When I got up, Cherys had rolled over onto her back and I could see now that somehow, she'd slipped the shoulder straps of her dress and unsnapped her bra, leaving her completely topless in my arms.

I'd seen Cherys' tits before. They always gave me a thrill, but now, as I leaned over her, the glorious melons were just inches away in all their naked splendor. The blood rush in my head was enough to make me dizzy.

Her eyes were brilliant and wide open, the color tingeing a deep violet in the light. She stared at me with an expectant expression. My left arm was half-trapped beneath her and my right was on her shoulder as I gaped down at the beautiful tits, my own eyes burning with undisguised lust.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" she husked in a deep voice.

I caught a note in that question, a slight bitterness that I wasn't expecting. I instinctively knew that she wasn't ready yet. So I looked into her eyes and said, "No." And then I took the front of her dress and pulled it up to cover her breasts.

She certainly looked surprised. And it took a moment for her to get over her shock as I bent down and began to kiss her lips again. Her own mouth didn't move for the first few seconds, but then her hands circled around my head and she was returning the kiss with a new fever.

I had thought she was passionate when she first kissed me. This time, she was absolutely ravenous. I could feel the heat radiating off of her skin as she mashed her body against mine, molding her curves around my own. And there was a keening gasp of triumph in her voice as she moaned happily into our embrace.




The Book of David Ch. 07



She rolled us back over so that she was on top, and we didn't stop making out until our lips were sore.

***

"I feel like a kid again!" Cherys bubbled as she half-skipped along the trail. She was dragging me along with her since she had an iron-clad grip on my hand. "I forgot how much fun it was to do this."

"Do what?"

"Be on a date!" She beamed at me. "Feeling this giddy rush."

I felt my own heart leap as I heard her giggle. The longer we went on, the more I realized that I wasn't falling in love with her or anything. The powerful affection I felt for Amber was always in the back of my mind. Still, I was truly enjoying this flirtation and playful sexual tension with a beautiful woman, even more so because she was Cherys. I was having a great time and I felt the same giddy rush she described, and I squeezed her hand in response.

Cherys turned and flashed me another of her perfect smiles. "Nothing against your sister. But we've been together for so long that it just seems like there's no more mystery. I feel... happier than I've been in YEARS."

She suddenly stopped in the middle of the trail, a few flies buzzing around us in this close proximity to the river. "Kiss me, David."

I leaned into her arms and planted a wet one on her lips.

When I pulled away, her eyes were still closed and she hummed, "Mmm... That should keep me for another two minutes or so."

We came to a gentle bend in the river and Cherys pulled me through some bushes, being careful not to snag her dress on the branches. When we got through, we found ourselves on a semi-secluded clearing, nothing but grass between us and the water.

"I want to suck your cock, David."

My dick lurched before I got my head around that. "What?"

Her hand was already on my crotch. "I've never had a real dick in my mouth. I've practiced on Fred, but that's it and dildoes don't count."

"But Cherys! We're kinda out in the open!" 

She was already on her knees in the grass and fiddling with my zipper. "There's no one around for miles. Besides, the only way anyone could see us is from the river."

"Cherys, I- " That was all I got out before she put her mouth around me. "Oh, shit," I groaned. I looked down and saw my angel's face before me. Her dark hair was sleek and shimmering in the sunlight. Her dress hung low so I could see the swells of her breasts pushing out the thin fabric. And more than anything, her bee-stung lips looked so succulent wrapped around my shaft.

At first, she just held the head inside her mouth, sucking lightly and tentatively swiping her tongue out. My current arousal was due more to 'who' was blowing me rather than any skill on her part. But when she began to bob her head back and forth, taking a few inches in at a time before backing away, there was no denying that wonderful sensation of a warm, wet mouth on your dick.

"Oh, Cherys..." I sighed, cradling her head and stroking her cheek with the back of my hand while she continued to fellate me.

She pulled off and gasped. "Show me. Show me how to please you. Tell me everything."

"You're doing great," I assured her. But her eyes flashed up at me and I knew she meant business. "Okay, just keep the head in your mouth and use your hand to jack me off. I'm assuming you practiced that on Fred as well."

She was a quick study and soon her delicate hand had me reaching to maximum hardness. "Oh... that's good, that's good. Now run your tongue along the underside."

She popped the crown out of her mouth, angling her head back and lowering her face until she was able to lick me from stem to stern. Automatically, her fingers came up and teased my balls. Either she was a fast learner or just willing to explore with her hands.

"Oooh. Don't squeeze those too hard," I cautioned, and then she had me back in her mouth.

"How much of me can you take inside?" I asked.

Cherys didn't answer except to inhale me until I was pressing against her throat, a few inches of my cock still exposed. She gagged for a second and then popped off. She panted for a few seconds and then exhaled, "I can do this."

Unfortunately, she couldn't. No matter how she tried to relax, she couldn't suppress her gag reflex enough to hold me in her throat for any length of time.

"It's okay, baby," I soothed her after her latest attempt resulted in sputtering chokes.

She caught her breath and then flashed her eyes at me again. "Let me at least get you off. I want to taste it. I want to swallow it. I want it all."

She went back to massaging the crown in her mouth with her tongue while her hand wrapped around the shaft and began jerking. By now, she'd been blowing me for over ten minutes and I could tell her jaw was getting sore from the unfamiliar workout.

Fortunately for both of us, I was at the brink of climax. She read my panting perfectly, and as my breathing sped up, so did her hand. At the final moment, she saw my thighs tense up and she moved my cock until just the tip was in her mouth. 

"CHERYS!" I bellowed, and then my hips were thrusting into her as I ejaculated shot after shot of hot cum straight into her mouth.

She was expecting this, but I don't think she really thought it could come that hard or that much. The first impact surprised her and then her mouth was already filling up to the limit before she managed to make her first swallow. Her lips formed a vacuum seal around my shaft and her hand was still squeezing as she coaxed out every drop of fluid I had in my body. And I had a lot. Amber had left quite the reserve for Cherys.

After her third swallow, Cherys had to breathe, and the last dribbles of jism came out of me and smeared across her cheek. Her hand reflexively kept pumping while she lowered her head and began breathing heavily.

My legs were wobbly, and as soon as I was done, I managed to stuff myself back into my jeans and squat down until I was looking right at her. Cherys had settled her ass down onto her heels, still kneeling in the grass.

She managed to gasp, "Is it always that much?"

I panted while trying to catch my own breath. "No." I smiled. "I think that one was special just for you."

She smiled right back at me. And then she was looking down as her focus turned inward. "So that's a blowjob," she said contemplatively. "Wasn't as bad as I thought. Kinda liked it actually."

"You can do it to me anytime you want," I wheezed as my eyes threatened to roll up into their sockets.

She looked right at me as if evaluating that very statement. But in the end, she wiped at her cheek and popped the finger into her mouth. "Saltier than I thought it would be. But it doesn't taste BAD or anything."

I reached over and brushed my thumb across her cheek to help clean up, wiping my own cum off on my shirt. Then she grabbed the hem of my shirt and dried off her face.

We sat on the grass together, hidden from the trail by the bushes as we looked across the calm water. Cherys reached out and held my hand again, blushing slightly. "So, what's next?"

"Let's head back to the car."

***

Cherys flicked her eyes back to me one last time and then leaned over and planted a soft kiss on my lips. "I'm afraid I won't ever get to kiss you again."

I smiled. "We're not done yet. And to be honest, I don't think I could ever stop you from kissing me."

The corners of her lips tugged upwards as she relished the thought. Then she popped my door and swung her legs out. "Hurry back."

"You really want me to hurry? Then you won't have as much time to get ready."

She arched an eyebrow and tried to look innocent. "Well, I could always just let you wait in the living room with my parents."

I chuckled. "I'll pick you up at six. That gives you almost two hours."

She checked her watch. "Ooh, I'd better hurry." And with that Cherys turned and went up the walkway to her door.

I watched her ass swaying in her summer dress. And once she went inside I shifted into gear and drove home.

***

"You look happy."

I stepped into my bedroom and saw both Danielle and Amber sitting on my bed together. Amber got the remote and turned off the TV while Danielle looked at me as if expecting an answer to her non-question.

I suddenly felt very awkward. After all, I was on a date with HER girlfriend. "Uh... yeah, it's going pretty well."

Amber got up and walked over to me while I walked forward. My girlfriend pulled me into a hug and she paused just an inch from my neck, inhaling deeply. She touched her nose to my skin and then said, "You smell like her."

With a pained expression, I reached my hand down to Amber's face and looked into her baby blue eyes. She took my hand in hers and pressed it more tightly to her cheek. "I didn't mean it like that," she said soothingly. "I told you, I'm not jealous. I was just making an observation."

Danielle, on the other hand, wasn't quite so calm. "Did you fuck her yet?"

I sighed and turned to face my sister, who was standing before me with her hands on her hips. "No." I looked into her eyes, sensing that she wasn't as totally comfortable with this as she may have hoped. "And I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"No, no," Danielle was instantly defensive, dropping her hands and pacing nervously. "It's just... I didn't realize how this would make me feel." She threw her hands up in frustration.

I corralled both girls and led them back to the bed, sitting in the middle and wrapping my arms around each of them. Once we got situated, I turned back to my sister. "Dani, are you really okay with this? The last thing I want to do is hurt you."

She took my hand in hers and squeezed my forearm. "Yeah. You need to do this. If it's not you, then she'll find somebody else. Better you than a stranger." She let out a long sigh and then turned her head away, too late to hide the moisture streaking down her cheeks.

"Dani, you okay?" I asked and squeezed her shoulder.

My sister turned and leaned into me, resting her head against my chest and pulling a hand up to my opposite shoulder. She curled up by pulling her feet up under herself on the couch, and when I got my arm wrapped around her she seemed so small and delicate. "I can't stop thinking about what this means. Like I'm not enough for her. That she needs more than I can give her."

Amber chimed in and put her hand on Danielle's over my shoulder. "Don't say that. You've given her everything you could and made her so happy. The only thing you're missing is a dick, and you're not likely to get one of those soon. Just let her do this and everything will work out."

Danielle let out another long sigh and cried out a few more tears into my shirt. She pressed her face against my neck and trembled while letting out her pent-up emotions. When she seemed to calm, she exhaled and then looked up at me. "You really do smell like her." And with that Danielle pushed her face back to my neck to inhale the scent of her sweetheart.

Amber, meanwhile, went straight after what she wanted. "Details," she ordered me. "You're telling me EVERYTHING."

***

By 5:45pm, I was just buttoning up my dress shirt and getting the belt through the loops on my slacks. I was going to have to hurry if I was going to make it on time.

The girls had completed quite the interrogation only thirty minutes before, just giving me enough time to shower and freshen up.

Of course, me being a male didn't help the Q & A session. My memory wasn't close enough to verbatim for them, and I had to revisit several conversations and try to dig up more specifics to satisfy my inquisitors.

Amber was happy to know the picnic and walk went well. Danielle sighed at the romantic location. And both girls were squirming in their seats when I recapped Cherys' first blowjob. Amber was squirming and barely suppressing her giggles. On the other hand, Danielle was squirming and a little flushed in the face, but she didn't seem comfortable with her own arousal.

At the last, I was ready to go. Danielle had already returned to her own room. Amber stepped up behind me and was straightening out my shirt and running her hands down my arms. "I'll see you at my house," she said into my ear.

I tensed up as thoughts of the plan ran through my head. "I'm not sure I can do this," I whispered.

"Of course you can. It's not like you haven't had sex with other women before."

"That was different. They were just about sex. Maria, Nataliya, even E-Beth. They were about physical pleasure without emotion. Lust and nothing else." I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror. "I can't do it with Cherys and not feel something more."

I turned in place and held Amber to my arms and kissed her forehead. When I pulled back and held her tight to me and bent my head over her shoulder, stroking her back. "I can't go through with it. With Cherys, it wouldn't be anything less than making love. She just means too much to me. And I can't do that to you. My conscience couldn't live with it."

Amber pushed me back until she could look straight into my eyes. The blue burned with an inner fire and she shook me for a second. "You HAVE to. For her sake if nothing else."

I looked at my girlfriend as if she'd sprouted horns. "I feel too close emotionally to another woman and you're ordering me to go and make passionate love to her?"

"Cherys is very fragile right now," Amber cautioned. "If you don't, someone else will. Someone who might not treat her right. And if she screws the first guy who'll let her, she could end up in a VERY bad situation. Can your conscience live with THAT?"

"But... Amber... faced with a choice between her and you, I choose you."

Amber teared up just then and leaned into me, planting her lips on mine in a kiss of passion that rivaled anything I had ever felt in my life. This day had been truly amazing when it came to kisses.

When she broke for air, she gazed right back into my eyes and squeezed my arms tightly. "I love you, David, remember? I'm 'in love' with you." Her eyes fluttered and her voice choked up as she said those words. "Nothing will change that. You're the first man I ever fell in love with, and you can't take that away from me. Not even if you make love with Cherys tonight."

I stared at her in wonder.

Amber continued haltingly, her wide smile incongruous with the tears rolling down her left cheek. "I already know what's going to happen tonight," she said brightly, then paused to compose herself. "Cherys is my friend, too, and I already know how you both are. Yes, there's a love between you. But it's not the kind of love that's between you and me. It's not even the kind of love between you and Danielle. And that's why it's not a threat. You can love me and love Danielle at the same time. Do you see a conflict there?"

I shook my head.

"And I don't see a conflict between you and Cherys. You need to do this for her. But in the morning, she won't be trying to steal you for a boyfriend or anything. Your relationship is already set. She trusts you, and she loves you, but she's not in love with you. Okay?"

"Okay..." I answered, perhaps a lie because I still didn't completely understand.

Amber kissed me again. "Go to her. Make her happy. Show her everything that a man can be. Then tomorrow morning, come back to me and I'll show you what being 'in love' is all about."

***

I didn't quite get out of the house unscathed. My parents saw me trying to blow out the door wearing slacks and carrying a bouquet of flowers, so my mom called me over.

"You got a date tonight or something?"

"Uh, something like that."

My mom looked at me with a very perplexed expression on her face. "Isn't Amber upstairs?"

My ears turned red and I wasn't quite sure how to answer this one. "Uh, yeah."

My big sister came to the rescue. Turned out she was in the living room and she poked her head out. "He's taking Cherys out tonight."

My dad nodded as if taking out a gorgeous woman was a perfectly acceptable way to spend a Sunday evening, never mind she was my sister's girlfriend and my ex-girlfriend's sister. I wasn't sure how, but somehow my mom managed to look even more confused. 

Danielle grinned. "Don't think too hard about it mom. It's just Cherys' first real date with a boy since high school. Let 'em go have some fun."

My mom looked at me for confirmation.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Oh, and I'm spending the night at Amber's. I'll see you both tomorrow."

By the time I got to Cherys' house, it was already 6:15pm. Her dad was the one to open the door. "David! What a pleasure to see you. Come in, come in. Cherys is already waiting."

I forced a smile onto my face and walked in. "So I guess she already told you why I'm here?"

"Her first adult date. Well, with a man anyways. I was beginning to think I would never get the chance to grill some poor boy about her."

"But you already grilled me when I first started taking out Ellie."

"True, true. But it's so much fun, isn't it?"

I wasn't quite so sure. But luckily, Cherys chose that moment to come down the stairs. "Do you ever show up on time? It's a wonder you can hang onto a girlfriend at all."

"Guess it's a good thing I don't need to worry about impressing you," I replied with a wry grin. And then she stepped into the light and my breath caught.

Cherys' father said it all when he sputtered and said, "Get back up there and put on more clothes young lady!"

I blushed and tried to tear my eyes away from Cherys' chest. She just rolled her eyes and pulled up her shawl around her shoulders and over her chest. With a challenging frown and raised eyebrows, she non-verbally said 'good enough?'

Her father huffed a bit, but he let it slide.

"It's just a date, Daddy," Cherys offered. "David's got a girlfriend. I've got a girlfriend. Alright?"

"Well then why do you have to dress as if you're daring someone to picture you naked?" He scolded.

Cherys smiled sweetly. "Why, are you trying to picture me naked, Daddy?"

The poor man turned beet red and excused himself out of the room.

"You are such a tease," I muttered under my breath.

"Well, I had to get him away somehow. Otherwise he'd eventually figure out that I'm trying to seduce you."

"You already have," I replied with complete sincerity.

"Good to know. Ooh, are the flowers for me?"

***

"David, this is too much..." Cherys whispered as she looked out the window. A moment later, a man in a red jacket opened her door and held out a white glove for her to grasp.

Smiling to herself with a trace of nerves, she took the hand and slid out. I left the keys in the ignition and let myself out of the driver's side. I wasn't overly proud of my car. It was more than a decade old and had quite a few miles on it. But when you're arriving with a woman as gorgeous as Cherys, well, no one was even LOOKING at my car.

Cherys stood and turned to face me as I came around. I tried to look at her the way the other ten people around were looking at her. Slender without being skinny. Curvy without being voluptuous. Black hair so sleek and shimmering in the overhead lights. Dangling earrings, shiny necklace, and a touch of makeup on a face that would make Aphrodite jealous.

Yeah, I felt my ego puffing up as I stepped forward and Cherys looped her hand through mine. I saw the glow of her eyes as she drank in the pretty surroundings. She'd been pestering me for the last half an hour trying to figure out where we were driving to. And I knew this meal would put a sizeable dent into my wallet. The look on Cherys' face was worth every minute and every penny.

Three minutes later we were at a window table, perched high above the city on the ridgeline. The expansive vista took MY breath away, and I was expecting it.

Cherys reached across the table and held my hand while the waiter poured two glasses of wine. Even before the waiter left, Cherys leaned in and whispered, "You are SO getting lucky tonight."




The Book of David Ch. 07



***

"Wow, that was incredible," Cherys finally broke the silence as the last rays of sunlight dipped out of sight. We'd spent the last fifteen minutes or so just watching the sunset from our high perch, enjoying the swirl of colors on the horizon before all faded to grey.

I let my eyes get used to the new view of the city, all lit up and without any daylight to illuminate it. Once I felt the moment pass, I squeezed her hand.

Cherys turned to me. "I've never been on a date even close to this. The whole day has been amazing and just this morning seems like it was ages ago. I never even knew you'd be capable of planning this."

"Well, to be fair, I had a lot of help on the planning thing. And really, this is what happens when we grow up. When I was a teenager, all I thought about was sex and maybe a little football. Dating was going to McDonald's after the game."

"I'm glad we grew up," she squeezed my hand. "This night has been so wonderful."

"It's not over yet," I squeezed back. Still holding onto her, I slid myself out of the chair. And then I lifted her hand palm down and bent over as if to kiss it. Instead, I looked right into the eyes of my date and said, "Shall we dance?"

***

"Oh, my, gawd..." Cherys sighed. "I think I just had an orgasm," she panted into my ear quietly.

Not quietly enough. A middle-aged lady not three feet away from us stumbled in her dance partner's grasp and her eyes went wide.

The heavy thumping of my heartbeat, drowning my hearing only moments ago, was slowing down and silencing enough so that I realized the current song was over. The rest of the outside world began to fade into focus around me as I realized that I had a gorgeous brunette draped over my body in a manner not quite appropriate for public company.

My lips actually felt bruised after their recent abuse. Cherys was panting into my ear, still grinding her crotch over my leg with the hem of her dress hiked up perhaps a little too high so she could straddle my thigh.

Gently, I pried her off of me and stood her up just as the next song began to play.

Her gaze was liquid and flecked with a golden sparkle as she looked right into my eyes. "Enough dancing. Take me to bed."

I nodded and then we were walking away. If the valet could get my car in less than a minute I was freakin' going to tip him twenty bucks.

***

We were still several minutes away from Amber's house and Cherys had been squirming in her seat for the past fifteen. Somehow, I didn't doubt that there would be a wet spot on the seat when she got out.

"Yes, it hurt."

I turned my head in confusion. "What?"

Cherys beamed at me and giggled. "It hurt when I fell out of the heavens."

I looked at Cherys as if she'd just spoken Swahili. "Huh?"

"I'll bet this dress will look even better in a puddle on the floor."

Well that was a pleasant vision. But I was still confused.

"Here's a quarter," she held out her hand pinching empty air. "Go call your mom and tell her you met the woman you're going to marry."

"Cherys, what are you talking about?"

She laughed, that manic expression coming back into her eyes and I was beginning to get a little worried. She must have caught the expression on my face because she visibly tried to calm herself.

"Sorry, it's just that I've heard so many bad pickup lines from guys trying to get into my pants. I was just remembering some of the really cliché ones."

She was still trembling with sexual energy and I got the idea that if she didn't calm down a bit, she would slip back into her mania. Some people can only be kept on edge for so long.

"Well," I began as I let my right hand drift down her thigh. "It's a good thing for me you're not wearing any pants." And with that, I slipped my hand beneath the hem of her dress and brought my fingers up to her crotch.

Cherys gasped and instantly spread her legs to give me better access. A moment later, my index and middle fingers slid past the strap of her thong panties and into her soaked pussy. "Oh, gawd..." she groaned.

I was inside just long enough to get my fingers wet, and then I pulled back enough so that I could rub against her clit.

Cherys jerked so hard it was a good thing she was belted in. And then her torso hung forward like a dead weight, tensing the seatbelt which was now holding her up. She quivered and spasmed and panted without restraint as my fingers worked their way back and forth, circling around her nub gently while I tried to split my focus between the road and her.

Barely two minutes passed before Cherys moaned, "Oh, David!" She jerked hard against the seatbelt, her body going rigid, and she gasped until her mouth was open but no sound was coming out. I could actually feel the deluge coming out onto my hand.

A minute later, she sagged back against the seat, momentarily calmed by her orgasm. I went to pull my hand away, but Cherys grabbed my wrist and then brought my soaked hand up to her face.

I couldn't resist looking over as she parted her lips and sucked my two fingers into her mouth. I was happy to see that while she was still quite aroused, there was no trace of the manic intensity in her eyes.

And then we had arrived.

***

Amber opened the door for us. She had reasoned that if the mere sight of her somehow made us not want to go through with this, then we probably shouldn't.

But Cherys just walked up and hugged my girlfriend. "Thank you, Amber. For everything."

Amber hugged her back and then pointed down the hallway. I stopped and kissed her on the lips, then took Cherys' hand and led the way.

I opened one of the guest bedrooms, and realized that Amber had outdone herself. Cherys gasped the moment she saw it as well.

Waiting for us was a four-poster bed with wispy, translucent white drapery. Several candles were scattered about and a red carpet of rose petals led the way. Cherys wasn't about to waste any more time, and I had no more verbal objections left.

Cherys led me inside and then planted my butt on the bed. She stepped back then, letting me have a clear view of her entire body as she twisted her torso and presented me with her best profile.

So elegant, so gorgeous. With her hair back and shimmering and that seductive smile on her face, I was enraptured. Her eyes were dancing and-- 

Oops. Her dress fell to the floor. I had no more time to wax poetic. Good fucking lord those tits were HUGE. And when Cherys unclasped the strapless bra, the damn things only seemed even bigger.

I'd seen these melons before on several occasions. But somehow, some way, they looked even rounder and fuller than I remembered. Maybe it was because I knew I was about to get my hands on them. Before my very eyes, the nipples hardened and pointed out at me like twin eraser nubs.

The next time I blinked, Cherys had managed to get fully and completely naked. Her pussy was freshly shaven and promised to be oh, so, silky smooth. Her ass was still tight and firm. Ah, the freshness of youth now fully balanced with adult womanhood.

"David..." she said coyly in a quiet voice. "You're wearing way too many clothes."

I gulped. "Couldn't help it. I didn't want to waste a single second of watching you undress."

"Well, let me help you," she stalked forward and put her hands to my collar. But rather than unbutton me, she jerked my head forward and then planted her lips on mine.

I actually moaned into the kiss and then she was unbuttoning my shirt without breaking our liplock. Once it was undone she tugged me out of the sleeves and then lifted her head away so she could whip my undershirt over my head. I was trembling by the time she got to my pants.

I'd been waiting for nearly a decade to do this with her. Cherys was my ultimate fantasy, pure physical perfection. You'd think another few minutes of waiting wouldn't matter. Not so. Suddenly I was the manic one, ripping my shoes and socks off. I physically seized Cherys around her hips and back and then turned and planted her across the bed.

My eyes were wild as I clambered atop her body and hooked my feet inside hers to spread her legs to the side. I settled my crotch over hers, the angry hard rod of my cock nudging its way over her wet pussy. I growled with an inner instinct, the lust-powered drive to conquer a beautiful female and inject her with my sperm.

Cherys seemed to let me manhandle her, her body going limp beneath me and acquiescent as she resigned herself to letting me take her. And then I saw the look that made me stop almost instantly.

Her head had lolled to the side and a tear dribbled out from one corner of her eye. And instantly I felt the rage dissipate. With one hand, I turned Cherys' face to me and with the other I stroked her hair along her scalp.

She looked into my eyes and I saw a ray of hope in them. And with infinite calmness, I leaned down and gently rubbed my lips over hers. She gasped into my kiss, and then she pulled me down firmly, but not frantically, and we melted into each other's embrace.

When we ran out of air, I pulled back to breath and then began kissing my way across her chin, down her neck, and along her shoulder. Perhaps a little faster than I usually would, I got down to her cleavage and then like a child discovering a fabulous new toy, I got my hands around her tits and began to suckle around them with sincere delight.

Even flat on her back, the mounds barely sagged to the sides and her hot flesh felt so firm in my grasp. I felt an electric thrill pass through me when Cherys moaned in pleasure, even though I was probably manhandling her breasts rather roughly. I was in heaven.

Cherys laughed at the lavish attention I was paying to her tits, and she let me spend a good few minutes just worshipping them in all their glory.

But when I made a move to go lower, she caught my head and pulled me back to her. "But I want to lick you," I complained.

"Been there, done that." Her hands came up around my face and my pouting expression. "Later, I promise. But I want to feel your cock inside me."

I smiled and then rolled over onto my back, getting my head into a comfortable position on a pillow. I made a conscious decision that if we were truly going to have sex, Cherys had to be the one to take me inside her. I couldn't be the one to 'take' her virginity. "Come and get it baby. If you want it, it's all yours tonight."

She smiled and then moved to settle her hips over me. I couldn't decide where to look first: her beautiful face and perfect cheekbones, her swaying tits now looking even bigger with her leaning forward, or the glistening wetness of her bare pussy and the pink inner lips being spread apart by her own hands as Cherys got herself into position.

In the end, I worked my way from the top down and then we both watched our crotches come together, and Cherys sat herself down onto me. We watched the mushroom head wedge open her personal gateway to heaven. We listened to her gasp as the crown passed through. And we both moaned as the shaft gradually disappeared until I was fully buried and our bodies were fully merged as one.

This was it. I was inside Cherys.

She leaned down and kissed me, and I wrapped my arms around her back, stroking her tenderly as she simply got used to the filling sensation. And when she lay her head on my shoulder and hugged me back, she sighed, "It's so warm... and so hard..."

Once she got control of her breathing, Cherys sat back up. I was once again treated to the wonderful view of her full naked body from top to bottom. She put her hands on the back of her head and arched her back, thrusting her tits in my direction while she stretched and then began to rotate her hips counterclockwise.

"Oh, fuck... this is sooo much better than Fred." Cherys' voice was coming in whimpers as she continued moving. I simply lay there and enjoyed the feeling and emotional high of being with her.

"Oh, gawd. David, FUCK me," she gasped, planting her hands on my chest and flexing her legs to start raising herself up and dropping down in steady rhythm.

I did my best to comply, getting my hands onto her hips and using them as leverage to thrust my hips up and into her with every stroke. Gradually, we both sped up and increased the strength of each lunge until we were flinging our bodies at one another and I was yanking her body down around my shaft.

Cherys tossed her head back and lolled side to side, whimpering constantly and squeezing her eyes shut to focus on the sensations crawling up her spine. "I can't believe I'm actually fucking you," she gasped.

"Me neither," I said with relish, and then put my energy back into fucking her. Still in rapturous wonder, I reached my hands up to her tits, palming her nipples and then pinching slightly with my finger tips as if I could guide her thrusting by her breasts.

I had to taste them again, so I sat up and took the nearest one in between my lips. This set a fresh burst of whimpers from Cherys' end as she stopped pumping and went back to rotating her hips around my pole as if she was in the middle of a Latin dance.

"Bite them. Bite my nipples," she begged.

I was only too happy to oblige. And at the moment my teeth grazed her nipple, she went off.

"YESSSSSS!" Cherys cried happily as she felt the climax coursing through her. This was no silent orgasm, she yelled loud enough to alert the neighbors.

I simply tried to hold on for the ride as Cherys' torso quivered and thrashed around. Her boob became dislodged from my mouth, but she clutched my head and crammed my face into her cleavage, suffocating me. My left hand was wrapped around her back and my right was palming her ass, and she was shaking so hard I was worried she would crack my back.

In the end, her body went limp and she toppled off me flat onto her back, panting heavily with her eyes closed.

I was quickly kneeling over her with a concerned look. "You okay?"

My fears were allayed when she cracked a smile, even though her eyes were closed. "My first cum with a man," she said brightly. Then her eyes opened and she flashed her sparkling irises. Her arms went up. "Come back inside me. It's time for you to cum."

Smirking, I got myself into a missionary position and settled myself down, enjoying the exquisite sensations of my cock sliding deep into her.

Cherys was happy with my return, humming happily. And then we were moving together. Ex-lesbian or not, Cherys' sexual motions were instinctive and natural. She bucked her hips back at me and rolled her body with our motions. She stretched her arms behind her and stretched languorously as we moved in rhythm. My lips were everywhere: her forehead, her nose, her lips, her cheeks, her neck, her chest, and especially her breasts.

Damn I was getting close. Cherys picked up the urgency in my thrusting and she grasped my shoulders and looked right into my eyes. "Cum for me, David," she cooed into my ear.

A thought came to me. "Are you protected?" I gasped in desperation.

"Cum for me," she repeated in that husky voice.

And then I was at my limit. Pinching my eyebrows together in pain and with a heave that violated every instinct I had, at the last second I pulled out. Instantly, my hand was around my cock, pumping furiously as I leaned up and over Cherys' body.

Everything next kind of happened in slow motion. I actually watched the first jet fly out of me, arcing through the air in a perfect streamer of creamy white, like an overcooked noodle or something. And then I saw it fall in a line across Cherys' golden skin, starting high on her chest and then tracing back towards me, running over her right breast just inside the nipple and then finishing in a broken line as it fell off the cliff of her tit and continued for an inch beneath.

The second shot only made it across her belly. And then the rest I was jacking out the general vicinity of her bellybutton.

And all that was left in the air was the sound of us both panting. We'd done it. I'd had sex with my fantasy girl. I'd been the first man inside of her. And as I sunk to the bed beside her, my lips immediately sought out hers and we came together for a new kiss.

When we both caught our breath, Cherys looked straight into my eyes. "Thank you."

My head was still spinning. "After a cum like that, I should be thanking YOU."

"I mean it. Thank you, for everything." She turned to face me, adoration in her eyes and my cum still drying on her naked body. "Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for cuddling with me when I wanted to feel warm and protected. Thank you for not having sex with me at the barbecue. It wouldn't have been right. And thank you so much for this day... and night, you've given me. I couldn't have imagined anything better."

I smiled and touched my hand to her face. "It was truly my pleasure."

She leaned in and kissed me again. This time, the adoration in her eyes had been replaced by naked lust. "So... how soon can we do it again?"

I barked a laugh. "You should've tried to do this to me in High School. I was a lot faster then."

"Yeah, well Ellie got the speed machine. I'm happy I got the experienced Casanova."

"Tell you what. Let's get in the shower and get you cleaned off. By the time we're done, I'm sure we'll both be ready to play some more."

***

Cherys didn't quite wait until we were done with the shower. She had really enjoyed soaping up my cock and when she was done rinsing me off, she knelt right there in the shower to check how clean I was... with her mouth.

A few minutes later, I couldn't wait any longer so I hurriedly toweled us off and dragged her back into the bedroom.

Cherys beat me to the bed, clambering onto all fours with her ass sticking back at me from the edge of the bed. "Fuck me doggy style," she ordered. "I always got off so well when Danielle wore a strap-on and did me this way."

For some reason, the thought of my big sister fucking Cherys with a strap-on was only a turn-on. I felt no moral hiccup over thinking of my sister that way. So with eager anticipation, I stepped behind her and shoved my cock in to the hilt.

"Oh, yeah... Oh, yeah..." Cherys was chanting as I happily plugged away. Having already cum once I knew I would be good for a long while. At least until Cherys' next words came out.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass."

I stopped thrusting and my eyes flew open.

"Do you have any idea how many times Danielle shoved Fred up my ass while I was fantasizing about you?" She giggled. "Or how many times I shoved Fred up her ass and whispered naughty thoughts about you?"

Oh, hell. Now was an iron bar, a fact that Cherys did not fail to notice. She wriggled her butt at me and clamped down with all her inner muscles around my shaft, and for a second I thought I was going to blow in her right then and there.

"C'mon, David. You promised we'd do as much as I wanted."

"Uh, let me see if I can find something to use as lube."

"Fuck it," Cherys spat. "Just spread my cheeks and shove it in."

As ready as I was to do just that, experience told me otherwise. I dipped my hand around her hips and brought it up to her pussy. My fingerpads lightly glided across her clit, sending a shiver down Cherys' body and causing her to squirm enticingly.

As I pulled my cock out of her, I replaced it with my fingers, scooping inside to coat myself as much as possible. And then with a steady touch, I pressed my index finger to her rear hole.

"Ahhh..." Cherys sighed as the digit made its way inside. I wiggled around for a moment and then brought up the second finger. Already she was widening up for me. Clearly, this girl was used to shoving things into her ass.

I left both fingers in her ass while I reintroduced my cock to Cherys' pussy, causing a fresh gasp at my intrusion. "Yeah, coat that fucker. Can you feel how wet I am for you? I'm dumping out so much honey your dick is going to slide right into my ass. Go on, do it! Fuck my ass! Fuck it!"




The Book of David Ch. 07



As the lady wished. I backed out and then placed the head of my cock at her anus. Cherys just leaned over, bracing a shoulder against the bed so she could reach back with both hands and spread her own asscheeks for me. How much more of an invitation did I need?

I gripped her thighs and once I felt settled, I started pushing forward. With surprising ease, I popped through and then began the slow descent into Cherys' bowels.

She let out a loud groan and kept moaning until I was fully embedded in her asshole. "Fuuuuuuck..." she sighed. "So fucking full..."

At last, Cherys let go of her buttcheeks and managed to prop herself back on all fours. She craned her head around to me, her silky dark hair hanging off to the far side and her mouth gaping open in a sensuous pant. "Now start pumping."

So I began.

"Ungh, ungh, UUUNGH" she was moaning with every thrust. Her ass was a fiery furnace, and she had exquisite muscle control back there. Her inner membrane powerfully collapsed around me, squeezing tight with every pull out, trying to get more friction or lock me inside of her. And then she rippled and relaxed as I glided forth once again.

"Fuck my ass, David. Fuck my ass..." she chanted. "Oh, shit. David's actually fucking my ass!" She started giggling, and then on my next thrust in her giggles jumped in pitch and she squealed as a new orgasm overtook her.

"FUCK!" she cried and came, her muscles now clamping down on me so hard I couldn't move. And when it was done, her limbs turned to jello and she collapsed face down onto the bed.

My torso went down with her, and when we fell to the bed I felt myself lodge an extra half-inch deeper with the compression of her asscheeks.

"Cum in my ass... Please David," she whimpered. "Come for me, David. Cum in my ass."

She was helpless beneath me as I got back to my knees and started pumping away.

"Harder," she urged. "HARDER! Rape my ass, David! Please! Ream me out!"

That was about all I could take. With my hands on her shoulders, I used them as handholds to literally launch myself into her asshole, plunging as deep and as hard as I had ever fucked in my life. We were beyond lovemaking now. As energetic as I'd pistoned in and out of her pussy, it didn't compare to the raw force I was throwing into my hips now.

"HARDER! FUCK MY ASS! SPLIT ME WIDE OPEN FOR YOUR COCK! HARDER!"

I slammed all my weight down, piledriving my cock through Cherys' shitter over and again. I lunged forward and flung myself back, blasting away at Cherys' asshole with every ounce of power I could muster. I was reaming her body for my pleasure.

Once before, by the river, I had restrained myself from attacking her. Then again, when we first came into this room, I had to hold myself back from just taking her, instead slowing things down to take my time and warm her up. All that restraint was gone now. There was nothing left but my animal instinct to unload.

And unload I did. I bellowed an inhuman roar that would have made King Kong proud. All my pent-up desire for Cherys, all the purely physical lust I had for her body was being released. Years worth of longing was suddenly pouring itself out of my loins and deep into her rectum. Years worth of cum was spunking out of me, almost vertically straight down, filling up her bowels with gallons of creamy man-juice.

Cherys would be shitting cum for a week by the time I finished.

When I was done, I collapsed heavily onto her sweaty back, my cock still embedded in her asshole while my arms reached around to cradle her. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Good lord, Cherys. You are absolutely incredible!" I groaned. 

Cherys turned her head to me and smiled. "You lost it. I finally made you lose it."

I couldn't disagree. Besides, I was gasping for oxygen.

"And I wasn't even scared. Thank you again, David."

"Thank me for what?"

"For being you."

I didn't understand. But like most men, my brain was mush post-orgasm. I sighed and then I rolled off to the wrong side.

Cherys lay flat, her head turned to the side away from me. Only when my breathing returned to normal did she flip her head around to face me, absolutely beaming. "I think we need another shower."

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 8



The Book of David Ch. 08



***

-- CHAPTER 8: Victim --

***

PRE-COLLEGE (September 2001)

She was already there when I arrived. It was a glorious morning, with blue skies and the sweet smell of flowers and the trees around me. Life was moving on.

Cherys turned from her spot and smiled at me. For a second I hesitated, unsure of exactly how to greet her. There had been no repeats since I took her 'virginity', and I wasn't expecting there to be any either. We'd had our moment together, a culmination of long held fantasies. And yet, we hadn't verbally discussed how things would go from here on. So I kind of froze in place, trying to decide what to do.

Cherys made up my mind for me when she opened her arms for a hug. I stepped into them and we were pressed close together, chest to chest while she lay her cheek against my shoulder.

I waited until she let go first, and then pulled back to look into her eyes. But Cherys just closed them and then softly pressed her lips against mine.

The kiss was fleeting, and then she leaned back and looked at me. Then she turned and faced the headstone we were standing beside. "See sis, your man is doing just fine."

I slipped my hand into Cherys'. We both turned and said our prayers for Ellie.

***

FALL QUARTER, SENIOR YEAR (September 2001)

"Well, this is certainly going to be weird." 

"What, you having second thoughts?" Amber squeezed my hand. We'd just finished unpacking my stuff. Phyllis had moved into an apartment with her boyfriend, and I was taking the empty room at Amber, E-Beth, and Diane's house.

"Oh, no. Nothing like that," I squeezed back. "I'm used to rooming with girls. Just... not girls that I'm sleeping with."

"Well, to be fair, you're not sleeping with Diane," Amber smiled. "Yet..."

I held up my hands. "Hey, I haven't touched her!"

E-Beth walked by behind us. "Yet..." she called in a sing-song voice. Apparently she overheard the conversation.

Then Diane came by. "What are you guys talking about?"

I turned beet red. Amber just answered, "Nothing, nothing."

I rolled my eyes. "Okay, I'm going to my room now."

"You sure you don't want to come to mine?" Amber put a fingertip in her mouth and essayed a little girl expression.

"I'm too embarrassed to get it up right now."

"Aww... I'm sure I can get your hard," Amber giggled.

"Or I will!" E-Beth said as she walked the other way, heading back down the stairs.

I just shook my head and went into my new bedroom. These girls were going to drive me crazy.

***

"Oh, gawd. You're driving me crazy!" Amber cried.

I looked up from my spot between her legs, which were flung to the sides as I dug into her channel even deeper with my tongue. My hands were up on Amber's perfect tits, so large and round and so good at filling my palms.

There was a sudden knock at the door, which to my consternation began to swing open. 

Abruptly I pulled my head back and looked around frantically for something to cover us. We were both buck naked and there was nothing that would do the trick in time.

E-Beth swung the door wide open and then leaned against the doorframe. "You two had better hurry up. Amber and I have a class in fifteen minutes." And then she just stood there and relaxed in her position.

"You gonna watch or something?" Amber asked without a trace of the embarrassment that I was currently feeling.

"Yup."

I glanced back at forth between them for a second, but then Amber grabbed my head and shoved it back into her crotch. "You heard the woman. Hurry up!"

Bewildered, I obeyed and went to work.

At least until I heard Diane cruising by. "Hey, he's got a nice ass."

Ah, hell.

***

"Hey, dude," Kevin greeted me as I walked in and dropped my bag next to the coffee table. I dropped myself onto the couch a moment later. "Dude, you don't look so good," he said with honest concern.

"Really? How so?" I asked in a tired voice.

"Well, there's the bloodshot eyes and big black bags beneath. You're pale, really pale if you consider we just got back from summer vacation. And you look like you're moving at half-speed. Dude, we've been at school a week and you're already wiped out. And today's a Monday. What the hell are you going to do when finals come around?"

I sighed and let my head loll back against the wall behind the couch. "I don't know."

"What's going on? You not getting much sleep?"

"Uh, it's not that," a stupid smirk rose into my face.

"Whaaat?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Well, whoever said 'there's no such thing as too much sex' didn't live at my house."

"Amber?"

I nodded.

"E-Beth?"

I nodded.

He paused. "Diane?"

I rolled my eyes. "No."

"Yet..."

I jerked my head up. "Why does everyone keep saying that?" 

"Dude, you got a reputation. You're such a man-slut. But I guess even you've got your limitations." He chuckled. "Want me to come over there and help you out?"

"Sure thing, man. Take all you can get."

Kevin screwed his face up. "Even Amber?"

I suddenly thought of Kevin and I double-teaming her, one on each end. "You know... I wouldn't really mind."

"Hey! I would!" Jen suddenly said from the hallway. She came and sat down in Kevin's lap. "This man is all MINE. We are NORMAL people."

"Pfffft," I tossed off. "Normal, schmormal."

Jen looked at me. "Man-slut..."

"And there's THAT word again!"

***

"Baby, am I a man-slut?" I brushed Amber's hair as she reclined against my chest, comfortably nestled in the crook between me and my left arm.

"Well... yes," she answered.

"Really?"

"Let me show you." With that, Amber got up. "Now close your eyes."

I felt her move around on the bed and kneel beside me. I was watching the bounce of her tits as she moved into position and carefully scrutinized the way they swayed as she bent over my naked body. I felt her blowing cool air across the tip of my wet cock, and despite my recent orgasm, it started stirring to life.

I opened my eyes and looked down. "That doesn't prove anything. I'm just a guy."

Amber rolled her eyes. "Fine. Gimme a minute." She got up and walked out the door, naked as a jaybird.

She was gone a little longer than I expected. But eventually she returned, this time with Diane. My eyes bugged out for a second and I thought about covering myself, but instead I just shrugged and lay there placidly.

Amber arched an eye at me. And then she nodded.

And to my complete and utter surprise, Diane walked next to the bed, grasped my dick with her fingers, and then pulled it into her mouth.

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed and then the Chinese pixie bobbed her head up and down a few times. I was engrossed in watching her pretty face, with creamy white skin and almond eyes, and a tiny mouth that seemed to be totally stretched by my shaft which was growing at a rapid rate.

Then Amber leaned over and tapped Diane on the shoulder. Immediately, Diane popped off and smiled, wiping her mouth. Amber turned to me. "See, man-slut."

"Hey, hey. Any guy would have gotten hard if Diane came in and did that. She's very cute." I turned to face the girl herself. "You're very cute. Sorry, I didn't mean to speak as if you weren't standing right here."

"See!" Amber pointed out. "Any other guy would have gotten bashful around a woman he'd never touched, especially with his girlfriend there. But you? Well, I think the term 'man-slut' fits nicely."

I rolled my eyes.

Amber stood up, "Thanks Diane."

"Anytime." Diane's fingertip was tapping against her lips thoughtfully. Her gaze was still on my erection. Then her almond-eyed gaze flicked up to my face, and she smiled before turning out the door.

I watched her tight butt as she sashayed away.

"Ooh, what do we have here?" Amber squealed as she dropped to her knees and wrapped both hands around my cock, which was pointing at the ceiling. "I guess I should put this bad boy to use."

Once again, she straddled me and slotted me into position.

Damn this felt good. I supposed I could live with being a man-slut.

***

FINALS (December 2001)

I sighed miserably and placed my face straight down into my textbook, my nose slotting into the groove down the middle of the open pages. Maybe if I concentrated hard enough the information would transmit itself to me by osmosis.

I didn't even have Amber or E-Beth to help me out this time, since they didn't share any classes with me. While E-Beth's Chemistry major and Amber's Pre- Med had quite a bit of overlap so that they could still be study-buddies, my Engineering major had me marooned on my own.

At least I was almost done with this. With job applications happening early next year, barely any potential jobs would give a rat's ass about my Winter or Spring quarter grades.

"It doesn't work that way," came a familiar voice from the doorway.

I twisted my head so that my cheek was pressed against the plasticky page, still smelling of wood pulp and chemicals. Diane leaned against the door, wearing a light-cotton long-sleeved pajama set. On her short 5'0" frame, the fabric practically swallowed her whole. "What?" I asked.

"Osmosis. Doesn't actually work. Believe me, I've tried it."

I groaned, "Me, too. But I figure, maybe one day it WILL work..."

Diane motioned to my face. "Keep trying then," she smirked. "But I think you'll get chemical poisoning before any useful information passes through your cheek." She walked over and sat down on my bed in a cross-legged position and wrapped her arms around her stomach.

My perpetually oversexed mind immediately noticed that Diane wasn't wearing a bra. With the winter cold, her nipples were hard and her arms were pulling the pajama top tight against her breasts. I looked lower, between her spread legs, and briefly wondered what treasures lay there as well.

All this passed in a fraction of a second and then Diane was asking, "So which final do you have tomorrow?"

"Advanced Fluid Dynamics," I groaned and then finally sat up. I rolled my neck around a few times trying to work out the muscle kinks that inevitably build up when you're hunched over a desk for hours on end.

"Ooh, that looks painful. Come over here," Diane ordered, waving me towards her.

"Huh?"

"C'mere," she gestured again.

I stood and walked the three steps to my bed, where Diane turned me and sat me down on the floor in front of her so that I was leaning back against my bed frame. And then her small, but strong, hands immediately went to work massaging my shoulders.

"Oh, wow..." I sighed happily and sagged back against the frame. Diane was a compact delight of pressure and form as she squeezed and rubbed and generally worked her wizardry from my neck all the way out to both biceps.

She worked me for five minutes, just chatting about campus gossip before she announced. "Okay. My turn."

I heard her shuffling around on the bed while I got up and turned around to switch places with her. But then I saw that she was facedown across my mattress and lying comfortably with her head pillowed on her arms. But more importantly, she was now topless, her naked back an unbroken canvas of light tan smoothness and supple musculature.

"Uh, Diane?" I ventured.

"C'mon. Amber promised that you could help de-stress me from my finals."

This made a certain logical sense. After all, Amber REALLY liked me giving her massages. What woman doesn't?

"C'mon man-slut. Don't tell me a little skin has got you shy."

Ooh, a jab at my ego. With a mild adrenaline boost I mounted the bed and then straddled Diane's tight backside. I was tall enough that my crotch didn't press against her ass or anything, lest she realize that she was already having some effect on my lower appendages. And so I went to work on her muscles.

"Mmm..." Diane hummed as I went to work on her. For the next ten minutes, I passed completely beyond neck massages and worked my way across her shoulders, down both arms, wriggling out her hands and fingers, and of course down to Diane's lower back. My fingertips were getting dangerously close to her breasts on each side and to her butt-cheeks, but I stayed within my own self- imposed boundaries.

By the time I was done, Diane was a puddle on the blanket.

"I am so jealous..." Diane purred when I moved off of her and sat on the mattress with my feet on the floor. "Amber gets those whenever the hell she wants."

"Yes, she does."

Diane half-turned her torso, covering her breast with one arm as she twisted around to look at me. "Well, as I understand it, she also has a special way of thanking you for your efforts."

My mind immediately flashed to Amber's idea of thanking me. It usually involved my dick in her mouth. "Uh, yeah, she does. But that's between me and her."

"Oh, it's not a secret," Diane smiled. "We're her friends; she tells us everything. And really, fair is fair. You did give me a wonderful massage." And with that, Diane sat up and dropped her arms away from her chest. Her tits were petite but curvy, just like the rest of her. B-cups if I had to guess. And they stood off from her chest with rock-hard firmness and her nipples were even harder now than before. She slipped off the bed and moved around to kneel in front of me, her hands going to my own loose pajama pants.

"Uh, Diane! Diane." I gripped her wrists before she managed to drag my pants down. "You really don't have to do anything. I mean, uh, you gave me a massage first. So we're even."

My hands had gone slack around her wrists, and before I could tighten them, she jerked my pants down and exposed my hard erection out into the cool night air. Her head bent over it, with her eyes swiveling up into mine.

"What? You don't want me to?"

I'd gotten a new grip on her wrists, so tiny and thin in my meaty paws. So she wasn't moving anywhere. "Of course I want you to. That's not the point."

"Then what is the point?" She exhaled loudly, a warm and moist puff of air that grazed over my purplish head.

"Amber. I can't do this to Amber."

"Why not? It's not like you haven't fucked other girls."

"Well, Amber's always there WITH me," I reasoned.

"Not E-Beth. You'll fuck her alone."

"Well, that's different. E-Beth and I... we go way back."

Diane sighed, her exhalations once again flitting over the head of my cock which was only trying to get itself inside of her mouth, twitching angrily at me. "Fine, fine. I get it. You don't want to feel like you're cheating on her." She leaned away from me and this time I let her wrists go.

She stood up and grabbed her top, hurriedly pulling it over her torso with a disgruntled look on her face. "Some man-slut you turned out to be."

"Diane..." I pleaded. She was a roommate and I didn't want to have awkward tension between us for the rest of the year.

She waved me off and headed for the door. "Just..." She turned and held up both hands, palms forward in a 'slow-down' gesture. "Just gimme a minute." And then she was gone.

I sighed and then fell back, my feet on the ground but the rest of me flung spread eagle across my mattress. Had I just totally screwed up a friendship? But it wasn't my fault, was it? She'd come on to me and I'd tried to handle things as diplomatically as possible.

My mind was still running around in circles trying to rationalize what had happened when two figures appeared in my doorway. My head shot up and the first thing I saw was Amber, her arms crossed and an annoyed expression on her face. Diane was right behind.

"You think Diane's pretty, right?" My girlfriend asked.

I blinked rapidly, momentarily confused. As such, I didn't answer right away.

"You think she's fuckable?" Amber continued.

"Uh, well, yeah."

"Then FUCK her already! Damn!" Amber spat in frustration. "She's done nothing but bitch about her finals for the last two days. A girl needs to de-stress a bit, you know? And me, too!" Amber threw up her hands and looked at me threateningly. "Now I have to go study for my final tomorrow. I DO NOT want Diane to come knocking on my door again, okay?"

"Okay, okay," I held up my hands in a surrendering motion.

"Good." Amber spun and started out the door. She stopped next to Diane and looked at her roommate. "Don't wear him out. I'm going to need him later tonight when I get through Chapter 30."

And with that, my girlfriend was gone.

Diane stepped back into my room, a smile on her face as she reached down and whipped her pajama top back off.

As for me, I'd never gotten around to pulling my pants back up. So I was still naked from the waist down as she approached.

"Now where were we?" Diane mused as she settled to her knees. I'd lost my erection completely while Amber was yelling at me. But watching Diane's tits barely even wiggle as she moved was putting some new lead in my pencil.

"Hi," she said to my dick. "Remember me?" And then she sucked me into her mouth.

"Oh, shit..." I groaned. In surrender, I fell onto my back across the mattress, my arms limp and to the sides behind my head. Diane simply worked her way up and down my cock with comfortable ease, going slowly and experimenting as she played with it for the first time.

She didn't bring me off. Instead, after toying with me at the edge of orgasm for almost ten minutes, Diane stood up, shucked the rest of her pajamas, and then got onto all fours on my bed.

"Come fuck me, David. I want you in my tight little pussy. I am just soooo stressed out, I haven't been fucked since last quarter, and I need relief."

For a second I thought of Amber. But then with a what-the-hell expression, I got up and stood on the floor behind the little Asian pixie. She was so petite that for a second I worried about breaking her. There was almost no padding on her thighs and her butt was almost invisible. And with her bare-shaven pussy, she looked almost illegally too young. But there was no mistaking the wet pink center spreading open for me. And Diane was already blindly reaching back for me impatiently.

I leaned in, aiming my cock for her right hand. Diane giggled when her fingertips brushed up against it, and she quickly fisted my rod, giving it a couple of quick jerks before aiming it at her pussy. "Got you now."

"You got me?" I challenged. And in a quick motion, I brushed her hand off, pushed my mushroom head into her folds, and then gripped her hips to skewer her in one powerful thrust.

At least, that was the idea. I gripped her hips and slammed my own forward, but I only managed to wedge myself in a couple of inches. Good freakin' lord this girl was tight!

Still, it was enough to cause a howl from Diane that surely alerted my girlfriend that I was carrying out her orders. And so mid-thrust I changed the driving force in my legs to steady pressure instead of a violent lunge. And inch by inch, I was sinking deeper into her.

"Oh, FUCK! David! You feel so good inside me! More! More!"

I did my best to comply, but there was only so far I could go. There was still an inch or two outside when I felt the unique sensation of my head bumping against the narrowing of her cervix. The little five-foot pixie was small and short almost everywhere. For a brief, perverted second, I wondered if this was what screwing a young teenager would have felt like.

"So fucking big!" Diane gasped when I stopped. And then she was pulling away from me to initiate the next pumping cycle. "Stretch my little cunny," she pleaded.

It was slow going at first, her tight constriction making it impossible to thrust any faster. But the longer we kept going the wetter she got and the more she was able to stretch out and accommodate my thickness.

"Oh... oh... oh..." Diane chanted constantly in a quiet voice, simply overwhelmed by the sensations. I delighted in hearing her sounds gradually speeding up and increasing in pitch the longer we went on, until her oh's became ai's. "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai!"




The Book of David Ch. 08



It was in the middle of this more rapid doggy-style fucking that I pushed forward and then my cock suddenly pushed into her cervix, stretching the extremely tight inner walls leading up to her womb. "Aiiii!!!" Diane howled and promptly came from the intense sensation. And I wasn't far behind. 

Her pussy muscles were spasming out of control, fitting since I could see her back muscles twitching erratically as the climax tore its way up and down her spine. Her arms went limp and she collapsed onto her chest, only her knees still propping up her ass for me to ravage.

I gripped her hips tightly, and then pulled back two more times. I battered down the door each time before lodging all the way into her womb on the final thrust as I pumped out a heavy load of cum. With my cock up close and personal, I'm sure I would have fertilized her for sure if she wasn't on the pill.

I howled at the top of my lungs, my back arched and veins popping out of my arms and forehead as I expelled wad after wad of semen deep into Diane's womb. And when I was finally done, I simply collapsed on top of her, our sweaty bodies tangled in the sheets.

***

"Dude, what the hell kept you so long?" Kevin was leaning against the wall in the hallway. He was already waiting for me when the door opened. Then his eyes went wide open as he realized he wasn't talking to me.

Diane glanced at him and smiled before heading down the hallway to her own room. Only then did I come out with a weary grin on my face. At least I had heard his question and I replied, "Well, finals are over and I'm going home today. What, you think I didn't want to say goodbye to my roommates?"

He ignored my question and instead just stared after Diane's retreating form. "Dude, you are such a man-slut."

I shrugged and then followed his gaze as Diane gingerly moved away, clearly walking a little funny. With a satisfied grin I thought back to the most recent few minutes. Petite Diane had one of the tightest pussies I'd ever felt. And even though we'd been fucking every day for the last three days, she was still so tight that it usually took her an hour or so to start walking normally afterwards.

Then Kevin's eyes bugged out again as E-Beth emerged from my room behind me, smiling before pecking my cheek and then heading down the hallway to her own room.

"Well, I'd ask if you were hungry," Kevin remarked. "But it looks like you spoiled breakfast with your desserts already."

Kevin's eyes already stretched to maximum, this time his jaw dropped as Amber sidled up behind me, wearing nothing but a bedsheet clutched to her chest. She leaned up and kissed me on the opposite cheek from where E-Beth had just been.

"Sorry he's late, Kev," Amber apologized. "We're done with him now."

***

WINTER BREAK, SENIOR YEAR (December 2001)

I dropped off Amber and then E-Beth at their respective family homes. And then it was time to head to my own place.

By pure coincidence, I saw Cherys' car pulling into the driveway while I parked on the curb. Cherys saw me and a smile blossomed on her face as I got out. Danielle was standing in front of her and my sister turned to see me coming up with a small bag to tide me over for a few weeks. We'd seen each other only occasionally during the first quarter, an unfortunate side effect of no longer living together despite not being terribly far away from each other. Both girls seemed quite pleased to see me after our long absence.

But despite their warm expressions towards me, I felt a tension between the two of them. This was only solidified when Danielle hoisted her bag and said a curt, "See you in a couple of weeks" to her girlfriend. And without hug or kiss, my sister turned and headed into the house.

Cherys frowned and her body tensed, but then she turned to face me with a happy "David! I'm so happy to see you."

"Hey gorgeous," I sidled up and took her into my arms for a friendly hug.

Cherys had other ideas, however, and after a chaste cheek-to-cheek embrace, she turned and pressed her lips to mine briefly. "Mmm... at least one sibling will still kiss me."

"What?"

"Oh, don't you worry about it. We had a fight in the car. But she'll get over it." Cherys shrugged. "How have you been? How's that wonderful girlfriend of yours."

"I'm good, and Amber's great. Just dropped her off."

"I hope you'll get to see her during the holidays."

"Of course. I'm going by her place tomorrow."

Cherys mumbled something that sounded like "lucky", but I wasn't sure. "That's great. It's really good to know that you're happy together." Her words said one thing, but I wasn't sure about the rest of her bodily communication. Cherys' hands went to my collar and she pulled me towards her, closing her eyes and clearly inhaling my scent.

When her eyes fluttered open, I looked down at her in confusion as she fixed me with a mysterious grey-eyed gaze. Her lips were a straight, pinched line. But then she blinked and the mysterious look was gone, replaced by Cherys' normally friendly look. "I'll see you around, okay?"

"Bye, gorgeous..."

I watched as she got in her car and then backed out of the driveway. It was strange how making love and the passage of time had changed our relationship. She was no longer the fantasy girl. I had lived that fantasy. Now, she was just a beautiful female friend. I waS, of course, still attracted to her. But the desperate, submerged longing was gone.

I guess I was growing up.

***

Over the next few weeks, our family fell into our habitual routines. Danielle was back to calling me squirt and we were both squabbling with each other like little kids and carrying out adult contemplative discussions over a couple of beers.

I spent exactly two evenings with Amber and then our family took off on a skiing vacation. Mom and Dad were suffering some serious empty nest syndrome, and the time alone for just the four of us did wonders for reinforcing the family bonds. Finally, Danielle and I were old enough to enjoy being with our parents instead of feeling trapped by them.

At the ski resort, mom and dad got one queen-bed room while Danielle and I got our own room with two double-beds. I was only slightly surprised to find that Danielle had absolutely no problem changing clothes right in front of me. And while we never touched each other for the trip, I must admit that not all of my late-night fantasies revolved around Amber.

Besides, as I lay in bed jacking off, I could hear Danielle masturbating as well. Listening to her sensual moans, and having seen her walk naked out of the shower just before bed, can you really blame me?

Not soon enough, it was back to school and back to living with my girls to release the tension.

***

WINTER QUARTER, SENIOR YEAR (January 2002)

"Can I? Please?" The little girl was hopping from foot to foot with her hands clasped together in a desperately pleading/praying gesture.

Amber looked down at her with a forlorn sigh.

"You've been hogging him all to yourself for the last three days straight!" Diane whined.

"Yeah!" E-Beth called from across the room.

"Hey, I'm not a piece of meat," I chimed in, but without any heat in my voice.

"I'm just soooo horny..." Diane whimpered.

"I can take care of that for you," Amber teased.

Diane made an ugly face. "Don't be mean. You KNOW I don't swing that way, no matter how much you keep teasing me about it. I need a dick and you've been monopolizing its use!"

"Well, he is MY boyfriend!" Amber retorted.

"That's why I'm ASKING you instead of just seducing him. We all know I could get him to fuck me without asking you, but I AM asking," Diane insisted.

I was about to protest that I had more self-control than that, but Amber just rolled her eyes and sighed again, "Fine..."

Diane clapped happily and jumped up and down. "FINALLY... I can't believe I went almost three weeks without a dick inside me." She grabbed my hand and started tugging me towards the stairs.

Amber caught my elbow as I went past, stopping us momentarily. She leaned in and kissed my lips briefly. Then her mouth went to my ear. "Wreck her. I don't want that girl walking straight in the morning," she whispered.

Then Amber looked across the living room to where E-Beth was on the couch, her textbooks already spread across the coffee table. "Come on, E-Beth. Let's get our Biochem homework done."

***

(KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK)

My eyes fluttered open. Damn, I'd fallen asleep!

Amber had ordered me to wreck Diane. In that, it was Mission: Accomplished. My Chinese pixie roommate was sprawled facedown on her own bed, her sweat- soaked hair matted to her forehead and she was breathing shallowly with my cum still leaking out of her abused pussy. It's just that it had taken every ounce of my own energy to do so.

(KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK)

"Come on, David! I know you're in there!"

My eyes flew open as I recognized Danielle's voice. And then my gaze went to the door where I saw that Diane had surreptitiously locked it as we came inside. Perhaps she wanted to make sure our other roommates didn't join in on the party... this time.

Still groggy, I got off the bed and fumbled around for my boxer shorts. Danielle was banging on the door again by the time I got both feet through the holes and pulled them up. Then I finally stumbled across the room and opened the door.

"Oh, David!" She flung herself at me immediately, wrapping her arms around my back as she began sobbing into my shoulder. Danielle was a mess, with her makeup running from the tear streaks down her cheeks and her clothes disheveled. 

Instinctively, I hugged her back, and then I heard a low moan behind me. Diane was waking up.

Sensing the need for some privacy, I clutched Danielle to me and guided her down the hallway to my room. That's when I noticed Amber standing back towards the stairs. She looked after the two of us with concern, but she quietly backed away as I led my sister into my bedroom. For a moment, I felt like I had to say something to her; but sensing that, Amber shook her head and gestured towards Danielle. I nodded in response, our silent communication all we needed.

Only once I got myself seated on my bed, leaning against the headboard with Danielle cuddled up to my side, did I finally ask, "Danielle, what's wrong?"

She managed to pause from her weeping just long enough to say, "Cherys broke up with me!"

***

It took a full ten minutes of me rubbing Danielle's back and stroking her hair before she finally stopped crying. And once the tears and moans stopped, I realized I could hear nothing but the shallow breathing of a sleeping girl.

My big sister had exhausted herself and all I could do was wait her out. I dared not move for fear of interrupting her sleep. She could use the rest.

Matter of fact, so could I. I was still tired from my exertions with Diane, and the gentle rhythm of Danielle's breathing was quite the sleep-aid. Already my eyelids were feeling heavy. And so I just closed them and cuddled my sister closer to my side.

***

I snorted and came awake. My back was slightly sticky from being pressed up against my pillow with so much body heat. My limbs were a little slower in waking up, so it took a few moments before the nerves activated and feeling started coming back to my fingertips.

When my right hand twitched, that's when I realized I was palming one of Danielle's breasts. With an instinctive jerk, I pulled it away, moving my arm lower to wrap around her waist instead.

Unfortunately, that little movement was enough to start rousing Danielle. A moment later, she tensed up in confusion at awaking in unfamiliar surroundings with an unexpected body wrapped around her. But I soothed her with gentle noises and stroked her back as she clutched herself to me.

When she seemed to get her bearings, she said in a quiet voice, "David?"

"Yeah."

"I love you."

"I love you too, sis. Now what happened?"

"Cherys broke up with me."

"I remember you telling me that. Not sure I quite believe it."

"Oh, it's real alright."

"Why?" I was seriously confused. "You two have been together forever."

Danielle started crying again, and I went back to stroking her. And eventually the story came out.

In a nutshell, Cherys had some designs on living a normal, all-American life. That meant a husband and kids, maybe a picket fence around the yard. And living as a lesbian couple forever with Danielle just wasn't going to provide that. So Cherys decided that now that they were graduated and moving on with their careers, it was time she grew out of her lesbian phase and got involved with the heterosexual social scene.

"It's simple," Danielle moaned. "I can't give her a baby."

"Then adopt!"

"She doesn't want that. She wants a baby that's the living embodiment of herself and her partner in life. And she thinks that means she has to find a man to marry."

"That's crazy!"

"Is it?" Danielle looked up at me. "It's easy for you. You're so... normal."

I arched an eyebrow at her.

She waggled her head. "Well, you know what I mean. You're straight. You have a girlfriend. You don't know what it's like to be a societal outcast. And sometimes... I wish I could be normal too."

"I smell a 'but' coming..."

"But I love Cherys. She means more to me than trying to be 'normal'." Danielle put her head down and started crying again. "I thought she felt the same way..."

Fortunately, it only took five minutes for her to calm down this time. And when she was done, Danielle got up and went outside to go to the bathroom and wash her face.

Danielle was still in the bathroom when I heard a soft rapping at the open doorway. Amber was standing there with the same concerned expression on her face from earlier. "I saw Danielle come out. She going to be okay?"

"I think so... eventually," I sighed heavily. Then I looked my girlfriend in the eye. "Cherys broke up with her," I said softly.

Amber gasped and her hand went up to cover her mouth. "Seriously?"

I gave her a painful nod.

"But... but, they're so PERFECT together!"

"Don't ask me for an explanation. I'm as mystified as you."

"Me, too," Danielle was then behind Amber, who turned to let my sister back into the room where she crawled up against my side. "I don't get it... I mean, we've talked about this kind of thing. But I never thought she'd break up with me over it."

Amber looked like she was about to retreat, which caught Danielle's attention. "Oh, Amber! I'm sorry. Please, come in, come in. I don't mean to push you away."

"No, it's okay," my girlfriend offered. "You need your brother right now."

"Please, I insist. It'll save David the trouble of having to explain everything to you later. I know with certainty that you can't keep any secrets from your girlfriend." She waved Amber into the room, who sat down at the foot of my bed with one leg hanging off the edge and the other tucked beneath her.

Amber was the first to voice a question. "How is the living situation going to work out?"

Danielle scowled, "Hmph. She's moving out. Said one of her coworkers offered to rent out a room at her place."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I can't afford that place by myself."

Amber chimed in, "So what are you going to do now?"

Danielle frowned. "I don't know. Probably move back home and commute."

Amber perked at that. "That's really far! An hour and half each way? No. You should stay here."

"Here?" Danielle arched her eyebrow in a mirror image of when I did it. "Where?"

"You can have David's room. He can move into the master with me," Amber said with complete conviction.

Danielle turned and looked to me. I'd never actually LIVED in the same room with a girl. But while I would be giving up my own personal space, with Amber I didn't feel like I would be losing anything. I just shrugged. "I'm in her bed just about every night anyways."

Amber wouldn't even let Danielle think about it. She put a hand on Danielle's forearm. "Just try it out. If you're not comfortable, you can always decide later if you really want to move back home. But for now, I think it would be really good for you to have David nearby."

Danielle visibly brightened as she let it all sink in. After the emotional hell she'd been going through, this was a glimmer of hope and support.

I already knew that she was going to agree. And in an effort to leaven the mood, I remarked, "Aww... does little Danielle need big brother Davie to take care of her?"

Danielle just reached up and slapped my arm. Then she smiled and turned back to my girlfriend. "Thank you, Amber. I would really LOVE to move in here." Then she thought back a bit. "Are E-Beth and Diane going to be okay with this?"

"No problem. As long as you can pick up a share of the rent, they'll just be happy to have some extra spending money. And besides," Amber looked at me. "Now David can't hide in his room anymore when one of the girls goes prowling for some cock."

Danielle looked up at me, shaking her head. "You are such a man-slut."

***

And so I found myself with my big sister as a roommate once again. Almost instantly, she was just one of the girls: joking with Diane, walking back and forth to the hallway bathroom in just her underwear, and joining the estrogen party in poking fun at me, the lone male.

Still... I could see that she was hurting inside. Every now and again she would get a distant look in her eye, or a small quiver in her lower lip. I went out of my way to spend as much time as possible hugging her and otherwise showering her with brotherly affection and support.

As for the living arrangements, I quickly found out why all the magazines said that the leading sources of disagreement between cohabiting couples are roommate issues. Within a week, I was already sick of Amber nagging me about leaving my socks on the floor or not putting a book back onto the shelf.

None of us really cluttered up the common areas, so I never really dealt with these roommate issues with anyone before. My room had always been MY room, and any girls I had in there were more concerned with staring at my dick than inspecting where I put my socks.

And yet, I enjoyed the growth in our relationship. Amber and I fought more than we ever had before, but... well... make-up sex is pretty awesome.

That brings up another strange side-effect of moving into Amber's room. For some reason, subconscious I suspect, E-Beth and Diane were far less insistent about having sex with me. Maybe it was because they sensed a correlation between me moving in with Amber and me having a stronger relationship with Amber that they didn't want to interfere with.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. After all, my sexual encounters with E-Beth had been gradually decreasing in frequency as time went on, period. We were intimate friends, but nothing more. She was getting more interested in finding fresh blood, and for the past few weeks she'd been casually dating a new guy.

And maybe Diane just wasn't as much of a horndog as E-Beth was early on. She was absolutely wild when we did screw, but she was sore for days afterwards and didn't approach me for further fucking for up to a week at a time.

Not that I was going without. Not by a long shot. There was something special about cuddling with Amber every single night. We were both young, horny, and well, I always woke up with a hardon. The first month after Danielle took over my old room, I think Amber and I had sex at least once EVERY day.

Of course, having sex on the same bed every day can get a little boring after a while.

***

WINTER QUARTER, SENIOR YEAR (February 2002)

"Take me here... now..." Amber gasped into my mouth.

I'd just come back from class to find Amber in the living room, wearing a sheer teddy and french cut panties beneath a waist-length silk robe. The outfit covered far more of her body than some of her baby-T/panty combinations she wore casually around the house. But those outfits weren't designed to initiate sex.




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This outfit clearly was. I had a boner the instant I walked in the door.

Diane and E-Beth would both be on-campus until after lunch. And being a weekday, Danielle would be at work already. We had the place all to ourselves and when Amber pulled me down to the couch, I simply couldn't get undressed fast enough.

I was working on my pants while Amber's nimble fingers went to my shirt. Once we got me naked, Amber pushed me into a sitting position, straddled me, and then gripped my head in her hands and planted a searing kiss on me.

My hands were scrabbling against her back and trying to focus long enough to pull the robe off her shoulders. She broke our kiss just long enough to say, "Slow down... We've got plenty of time."

My beautiful girlfriend flashed a beaming smile at me and I gazed into her pretty blue eyes for a few long moments, just relishing the happy love connection between us. My hands went up to her hair, running my fingers through her blonde locks, which were growing long enough again to fall back to her shoulders. And then, at the same time, we leaned into each other and went back to kissing.

Amber could probably have been content to just spend the next hour making love with our mouths. But my cock was throbbing and I know she could feel it twitching against her butt.

She pulled away again with a saucy smile and started grinding her ass down against my erection. She shrugged the robe off her shoulders, and then together we opened up her teddy and pulled it off her body. I couldn't help but stare at her tits the entire time and I had no idea where her clothing ended up when she tossed them away.

The heavenly globes were so big, so round, so firm... so pressed up against my face as Amber leaned over me and crushed her chest against me. And suddenly I was tired of waiting. Amber was more than ready; I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties.

I scooped my arms around her waist and got up off the couch. In my hurry, I swept the coffee table clear of magazines and coasters, and I planted Amber onto her back on that small table. Then I was able to reach down and whip her panties off.

Now I'll say this, fucking on random bits of furniture around the house can be quite exciting. But such things usually aren't very comfortable. As such, for the next ten minutes, Amber and I kept moving around, partly to experiment and partly because it wasn't that pleasant in certain locations.

For example, the coffee table was just too short and not sturdy enough to let Amber fully relax. She felt like we were going to break the damn thing and her back started to hurt after the first couple of minutes. So with her impaled on my shaft, I scooped her up and carried her over to the dining table.

It was certainly sturdier and the wide surface was big enough to let her relax her muscles and rest her entire body, but the hard wood eventually became a little painful.

So we repositioned and I took her doggy-style while she leaned over the table. But in the end, we wound up right back on the couch, with me seated comfortably against the cushions and Amber bouncing happily in my lap.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me," she cooed while I rubbed my hands over her back, massaging her sore muscles while tenderly trying to avoid the places that would certainly be bruised by the next morning.

"Oh, baby, I love your cock! It fills me up so fucking good!"

I was happy to please her.

"Cum for me! Cum in me, baby! Fill me! FILL ME! Mm... mm... unggghhhhh!" Amber slammed her hips down on me and came, throwing her head back with her eyes squeezed shut. Her body kept thrusting against me, but slowly. Her hips undulated up and down while seemingly trying to grind her clit against my body as her orgasm swept over her.

And as her inner muscles spasmed around me, Amber pulled me with her. I growled and took a heaving breast into my mouth, suckling on her nipple as I felt jet after jet of jism launch out of me and into her sucking pussy. Our two bodies heaved together as one as we rode out our mutual climax.

In the end, the sensations faded and we sagged into the couch. Amber hummed happily as she rested her head on my shoulder and cuddled herself into my chest.

When we both caught our breaths, Amber turned her head and our lips met once again. These weren't kisses of passion, but of love and tenderness. I couldn't help but smile at how deliriously happy I felt in that moment, and Amber even giggled right into our kiss.

"Wow..." a new voice filled the air. Amber jerked and turned around, and we both saw that Danielle was leaning against the wall not six feet away from us.

I looked at the arousal and simultaneous sadness in my big sister's eyes as she looked over us. I remembered back to the expressions on her face before when she watched me with Ellie. Then, she had looked both guilty and embarrassed. But now?

"That was beautiful," Danielle breathed and she gazed on us with what looked like wonder and awe. And then the next time she blinked, it seemed as if she was waking up from a dream as she shook her head in confusion and only now realized the situation.

"Oh! Ummm... sorry guys, I didn't mean to spy," she stammered, looking everywhere but right at us.

"What are you doing home?" I asked.

"Oh, well," she was interrupted by a brief bout of coughing. Only now did I see that her eyes were a little red, as were her nose and cheeks. "I think I caught a cold or something. I called in sick. And when I heard you two..." Danielle looked down in embarrassment now. "Well, I couldn't help but come see."

"It's not like you haven't seen me having sex before," I remarked, referring back to the parties we'd attended last year, before Carmita graduated and moved on.

"Well, of course... but," Danielle's eyes came up and she focused on me. "That was different. Those girls were..." she searched for the word and then my sister looked at Amber. "Well, they weren't Amber. At least, you didn't feel the same way about them as I see you feel for her."

Amber beamed at that statement and hugged my head to her chest. "Damn straight!"

A strange look came into Danielle's eyes and she looked through me, as if focusing on something distant beyond my right ear. "David..." My sister's voice dropped to a breathy whisper. "Was that how it was with Cherys? Was it special like that?"

Amber startled at that and I looked back and forth between my girlfriend and my sister.

"Uh... well..." I started, my mind racing. "To be honest, I'm not sure." I looked to my girlfriend, who was looking at me speculatively. "It was different, for sure. I'm not in love with Cherys. But honestly, I do think it was more special than the girls from last year. Cherys is very dear to me."

I said this with as much frank bluntness as I could make it, looking into my girlfriend's eyes the whole time. Amber seemed to understand, without jealousy, and she smiled at me to reassure me that I hadn't damaged our relationship.

But Danielle was lost in her own world already. "I guess that explains it..."

I turned back to my sister. "Explains what?"

"You healed her. You filled a black hole in Cherys' psyche. And now she's moving on." Danielle took on that haunted look I had seen all too often in the past month or so.

I found myself filled with dread, like a dark cloud was moving over me.

"In a way... it's your fault that Cherys broke up with me."

***

Amber decided that my sister and I needed some alone time to talk things out. She kissed me and then began pulling her clothes together hurriedly.

"Amber, really," Danielle tried to cover the pain in her voice and force some semblance of calm over her face. "You might as well stay. I know he'll have to explain it all to you later."

"Not this time," Amber replied. "I know you don't want to exclude me. But for this, I really think it's better this way. If nothing else, you'll feel more comfortable letting EVERYTHING out if it's just the two of you."

Danielle moved up and sat on the couch beside me while I futzed around getting my shorts and jeans back together. I took my time. Whatever was coming next would not be a short conversation, and I wanted to make sure I was ready to deal with whatever had to be said. Meanwhile, Danielle casually ignored my nudity, already envisioning the details of her story. 

When we both got settled, Danielle pulling her bathrobe tighter around her, she exhaled loudly and then inhaled to gather her bearings. Only then did she look over to me. "You never knew the whole story, how we got together, did you?"

I shrugged. "You and Cherys? I just thought you were ALWAYS together. I mean, you became best friends in first grade."

"I mean 'together', together."

"Well, you guys came out, what... my Sophomore year? Your Junior year? So it had to be before that. I dunno. How long were you hiding it?"

"We weren't hiding anything." Danielle let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the backrest, pulling her legs up beneath her. She didn't even look at me, instead staring straight ahead, her eyes glassing over as her gaze drifted somewhere intangible. "You can't ever tell this to anyone other than Amber. EVER."

I didn't even answer, she just kept going.

"We weren't hiding anything. Growing up, we were both as straight as you are. We talked about boys and we played around with makeup hoping to get the cute ones to notice us. Cherys got her boobs pretty early, and she was soaking up all the male attention."

Danielle shuddered just then, hard enough to make me start and reach my arms across the couch to grab her, lest she fall over. But she got a hold of herself and stared straight ahead. "Then Uncle Verne happened."

"Who?" I couldn't help but asking.

Danielle turned to me, blinking away the tears that started to tumble out. "Cherys' Uncle Verne. You probably don't remember him since we only saw him at Cherys and Ellie's house. He never came over to our place."

My jaw dropped and my throat went dry as my worst expectations began to fill in the gaps.

"He was so handsome. He was this sophisticated, older man. He drove a shiny silver Mercedes and he took us on rides to go to the mall. Cherys' parents never guessed a thing." She shuddered again, and this time I wrapped my arms around her and she sagged into my grasp. I pivoted and ended up sitting sideways on the couch, Danielle between my legs as I fully enveloped her body with all four limbs.

I let Danielle sob into my shoulder for a bit, and after a few minutes of stroking her back and whispering nothing, she calmed and continued her story. "We were young, we were hot, and we'd never even gotten past first base. Plenty of guys at school wanted to, but Cherys had really high standards. She knew exactly how pretty she was. She didn't want her first anything unless the guy was something special. She went on a couple of dates -- kid stuff, nothing like when you took her out -- and she was strict as hell. None of them cut it. And if Cherys didn't approve of a boy I went out with, well, they weren't good enough for me, either."

I wanted to comment, but bit my tongue and let her let things out.

"But Uncle Verne was a gentleman. Charming, mature, complimenting us without being obvious about it. Cherys would never have done anything since he was her uncle, but I was crushing HARD."

Danielle sighed again and looked up to the ceiling before leaning into my shoulder again. "I guess I'm lucky that he didn't really want me. He could have taken my virginity and I wouldn't have protested... but he wanted Cherys."

Then Danielle started crying again. I tried to soothe her but she just kept talking. "One night, he took us for a drive and neither of us even noticed we weren't on our way to the mall. The next thing you know, we're on a dark road and pulled over in front of the river. 'Let's enjoy the moonlight' he said, and we all crawled into the backseat with him in the middle. After a few minutes of talking he starts telling us how pretty we are. And then his left hand is on my tit and I'm not complaining. His lips are on my ear and I'm hotter than hell."

Despite the clearly traumatic nature of the event, Danielle was getting visibly aroused thinking about it. Her nipples were hard and she started rubbing her thighs together. "He was so handsome and he smelled so good. When he started kissing my neck I knew I was a goner. I didn't even hesitate when he asked me to take my blouse off."

Danielle blinked and two big teardrops rolled down each cheek. "They weren't that big yet, but he drooled over them all the same and I was only too proud to push my chest out so he could ogle my tits. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when he turned a moment later and asked Cherys to take off her top as well."

"In a way it was my fault. Cherys didn't really want to do it, but I didn't want him to stop with me, so I talked her into doing it so we could all keep going. Cherys warned him that he could look, but he couldn't touch. She's always had that exhibitionist streak, damn proud of her hot body. But once she got her top off, Uncle Verne couldn't resist any longer." Danielle turned her head away, the pain now coming into her posture, and she went silent for a long couple of minutes.

I just held her, pouring as much love into my embrace as I could. Danielle shuddered over and over, and I was starting to worry before she seemed to calm down.

When she found her voice, it was a bare whisper. "If I hadn't been there, he probably would have succeeded at raping Cherys. As it was, the most he could do was rip her clothes off and dry hump her a couple of times before I got my nails onto his testicles."

Danielle looked up at me. "He calmed down real quick after that. Cherys and I were ready to bolt, but she was naked and her clothes were in tatters. If we got out and ran, where would we go? Uncle Verne pleaded with us to let him drive us home. We'd be in the backseat and he'd stay up front. He cried and he pleaded and we decided to give him the chance. He was true to his word on that. He never touched us again."

Her words were calm, but I could hear the strain in Danielle's voice. I also knew what it did to me. My muscles were rigidly tense and if Uncle Verne were anywhere nearby I wouldn't have hesitated to go over and beat the living shit out him.

There was a long pause as Danielle digested what had happened that night. The way her eyes were darting back and forth, she was clearly reliving it. I was torn between wanting to stop the recollection and wanting to have Danielle let it all out.

When she finally spoke again, Danielle leaned against me and her voice was just barely above a whisper. "I almost felt sorry for him. Uncle Verne really wasn't a bad guy. He was in such shame over what he was doing, he up and moved out of state the very next month. But what he said in the car that night just haunted me. And I know with absolute certainty that it left a wicked scar on Cherys' psyche."

Danielle's voice took on a quiet bitterness. "After he stopped apologizing halfway back to home, he took on an angry, defensive tone. He said it wasn't his fault. We were teasing him with our nubile bodies and skimpy clothing. He was just a man, and men were just barely-restrained animals. Push them too far and they lose control. It wasn't his fault. We'd pushed him too far. Any other man would have been seduced by our charms if we let them get too close."

Danielle started crying again. "I didn't disagree with him at the time. Enough of my dates had tried to cop a feel or get their hands into my pants. Every time I gave them an inch, they tried to take the whole nine yards."

"Cherys was even worse. Her trusted uncle, a man she'd known for her entire life lost control of his body and tried to rape her. Then he warned us than any guy we were with would do the same if we let them get too far. For immature, teenaged girls, it was enough to scare us off of guys."

Danielle shuddered and squeezed my hand. She took a long breath, and then went silent for another minute. I simply stroked her hair and tried to will reassuring thoughts into her head.

Eventually, she got started again. "Uncle Verne dropped us both off at our house. You probably didn't even notice since she and I were always sneaking in late. I loaned Cherys some of my clothes so she could make it back home the next day. Fortunately, almost all of her bruises could be covered up or hidden with makeup. No one ever knew. The experience bonded us closer together than ever. We weren't just best friends anymore. We were more than that."

Danielle let a small smile onto her face for the first time. "We stopped dating guys completely. Didn't want to... tempt them. We were deathly afraid of date-rape from then on."

Danielle finally looked up into my face. "You probably remember us getting the reputation of Ice Queens."

I nodded silently. It was her first sign of real interaction with me. Danielle was moving past the emotional venting of her story and really speaking to me.

"I thought I was messed up. But Cherys was the one who almost got raped, and even I can't pretend to understand what was going through her mind. Kids at school didn't know why we changed. But then it all made perfect sense to people when we came out as a lesbian couple," Danielle sighed. "We had learned how to pleasure each other, and we were dick-free ever since."

Danielle squeezed my hand again and looked down. "So you see, Cherys could never be with a man. She could never date a man, or marry, because the very thought of it recalled this horrible memory of what Uncle Verne tried to do to her. She was mine forever, until you healed her. You showed her that a man could be safe, that a man could love her without losing control. You gave Cherys her heterosexuality back. And she had to leave me to go live that life."

The tears started rolling down Danielle's cheeks again, and yet there was a smile on her face. "I'm happy for her. Really... I am. And I thank you for that. I don't think she could've ever become whole as a person if it wasn't for you."

My big sister sniffled and leaned her forehead against my chest. Never before had she seemed this small and vulnerable. Her voice cracked as she whispered, "But I can't help but feel sad that she had to grow beyond me. And I can't help but wonder... who will be there for me?"

I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed tighter. "I'll always be here for you, Dani. You know that."

She sniffled again and then looked up at me, her green eyes dull and lifeless. "You can't. Not like you were for Cherys."

A very wrong thought came into my head just then. But I quickly stamped it out. I was her brother, here for support, not my own lustful urges. But I couldn't help myself. I tilted her face to mine, our noses just an inch apart. Danielle's eyes went wide for a second, and her lips puckered and opened for me.

That was all it took as I leaned in and gently pressed my lips to hers. It was only a soft, tender kiss. And then I pulled her head to my shoulder again and wrapped her in the most brotherly affectionate hug I could manage, squeezing her so tight I was sure she couldn't breathe.

Eventually, I released enough to let her gasp for air and settle in against my chest. And then, her body already worn out from typical February influenza, Danielle closed her eyes and went to sleep.

***

As often happens when one roommate falls ill, so did the rest of us.

I was the first one to get laid out for a day. Despite the throbbing headache, stuffed sinuses, and constant tickle in my throat, it wasn't that bad. How could it be that bad with four beautiful women doting on your every need?

Danielle was already on the mend and her mothering instincts kicked right in once I got sick. She was especially fussy over me as she considered it her fault that I had the flu in the first place.




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Then of course, I gave it to Amber. And later the same afternoon, Diane succumbed as well. E-Beth held out an extra day beyond that. But after a week of rest, gallons of Gatorade, and a couple of lost pounds for everyone, we were all on the mend.

I'd already missed three days of classes, but I felt healthy enough to drag myself out of bed and at least make the attempt to catch up on my schoolwork. I kissed Amber on the cheek as I slipped out from beneath the covers. She was pale and sweating and just moaned in miserable agony before rolling over.

I had been stuck in my own cold sweat all night as well, and a shower to wash away all the oil and bad poisons on my body sounded simply delightful. And besides, it was morning and I really needed to pee.

Still lost in the delirium of the dream world, I wasn't fully conscious just yet and as such, I didn't hesitate before opening the bathroom door.

Danielle was standing in front of the mirror, fully naked as she dried her hair with the towel. Her back was to me, but I could clearly see her firm tits standing up and off her chest in the mirror, capped by hard nipples in the chilling air.

My sister jumped in surprise when the door opened and she automatically rotated her back towards me and held up her hands over her tits and crotch. I felt an odd sense of déjà vu coming over me.

Danielle smiled for a brief moment, and then she simply dropped her hands and went back to drying her hair. Quite deliberately, she was letting me ogle her nakedness. Slender body, no fat anywhere. Her dirty-blonde hair now looked almost brown when wet. Her green eyes glowed in the reflection as she spent more time looking at me instead of paying attention to what she was doing. And my own gaze was sweeping up and down from her face, across her breasts, and to the junction of her thighs which she still kept shaved bare.

It was just way too much stimulation for me to handle right now, especially in my hazy mental state. And so after a few extra seconds of memorizing her nudity, I backed out through the door and closed it, letting out a long sigh once the latch clicked.

I looked down at my hard erection. Fuck. This was going to make it REALLY hard to pee.

***

SPRING QUARTER, SENIOR YEAR (April 2002)

"Dude, what the hell is the difference between a $249 vacuum and a $199 vacuum? Except for the color, the damn things look the same!"

I looked over at Kevin with a blank expression. "The hell if I know."

"'You pick one out!' she said. 'You're supposed to be good with technology!' she said." Kevin snorted in disgust. "It's not a car, a computer, or an entertainment device. It's a fucking vacuum cleaner. When did I ever do research on vacuum cleaners?"

"Don't look at me," I held my hands up. "You're the one who's practically married."

"Hey! Don't give me that crap. You're not that far behind," he hit the side of my shoulder.

"Hell, I haven't even met her parents yet," I protested.

"Whatever, dude." Kevin turned and waved his hands at the rows of gleaming tubes before us. "What the hell should I do?"

A new voice popped in behind us. "Get that yellow one. It's bagless, there's no filters to replace, and the suction is harder than your best ever blowjob."

We both turned in surprise at the female voice and my jaw dropped when I saw Cherys standing behind us with a shopping cart of her own gear. My first instinct was to happily say "Hey!" with a big smile as I pulled her into a bear hug.

Cherys grinned and let me embrace her, patting my back until I let her go.

"How you doin' gorgeous?"

"I'm good, I'm good." She turned to my shopping partner. "Hi Kevin."

"Cherys..." Kevin tipped his head and drawled charmingly before rolling his eyes to me questioningly. Only then did I remember all the recent history between her and my sister.

Cherys caught the look as well and her posture visibly tensed up. And for a moment, the three of us looked at each other with obvious awkwardness.

"Dude, I'm uh... going to go buy this vacuum. The yellow one, right?" Kevin asked Cherys, who nodded. "Dave, I'll uh... I'll meet you by the car."

I nodded and Kevin loaded the box onto his cart and hustled away.

Cherys looked at her feet and asked in a quiet voice, "How's Danielle?"

"She's good. She's staying with us."

"I heard. I'm happy about that."

The awkwardness was killing me. Cherys meant so much to me and we had such a history together that this couldn't continue. Cherys didn't look happy with it either. So I just stepped forward and put my hands on her arms and looked her in the eyes. "Cherys, let's not be like this. You're my friend. And with enough time, I know you and Danielle will be friends again real soon."

"I want that very much," Cherys said quietly. "You know how they say you don't know what you've got until it's gone? I didn't just lose my girlfriend. I lost my best friend. It's just that I hurt her so badly."

"She's hurt and she misses you. But she understands," I reassured her. "You should come by the house sometime. I'm sure you have a lot to catch up about."

Cherys nodded and looked up at me. But this time, I saw her eyes swimming in a sea of violet. Her lips opened in a soft pant as she felt my hands crushing her arms and her gaze swept from my face and down across my chest. "I've missed you too, David."

I wasn't sure how to react to that. Her phrase sounded straightforward enough, but there was a heat in her voice that sounded like she missed far more than my friendship. Plus, the way she was staring at my lips from just inches away had my heart racing. There was an emotional intensity in that moment, and I wasn't sure how to react. So instead I tried bringing up a subject I knew I would have to talk about someday.

"Cherys, Danielle told me everything. I mean EVERYTHING, including Uncle Verne."

She went rigid in my arms and immediately the color in her eyes faded back into a more neutral grey. "So you know why I wanted you?"

"Yes..."

Cherys just stared at me for a long time, her eyes darting back and forth into mine as her brain processed. I wasn't sure how to read her blank expression, whether she was angry or just surprised.

At the last, her face softened and she gave me a little smile. "I'm glad."

I felt some of the tension melting out of my spine and my shoulders relaxed noticeably.

Her eyes flicked down and then she pulled me into a bear hug. "You deserved to know. I trust you, David. I'll always trust you. And I'll always love you for what you did for me."

Eventually, she patted my back and then released me. "You should go catch up to Kevin."

I let her out of my arms but held her hand before she pulled away completely. "Yeah... And you should stop by the house. Really..."

Cherys looked away for a second. "I want to. I really, really want to." She let out a heavy sigh. "I wonder all the time if I made the biggest mistake of my life. Danielle was my world for so many years."

"Then why don't you come back?" I pulled her a little closer.

Her eyes were fixed onto my chest, unwilling to look me in the eye. "I can't. Not after what I did to her. Not yet. And I still have to decide."

"Decide what?"

Cherys looked up at me, pain and determined fire both evident in her eyes. "Decide whether Danielle was just an adolescent phase or if she's worth giving up all those dreams of a normal family."

For once, I was dead speechless. The gravity in her voice just floored me. So without knowing how to answer that, I let Cherys pull out of my grasp.

She half-turned to walk away before looking at me. "When I'm ready... I'll be there."

***

"Hey, David! You busy tonight?"

I stopped three feet inside the doorway, my hand still on the doorknob as I looked at what appeared to be a carefully organized firing squad. Danielle was in the lead and she was waiting for me to come up with an answer. My brain was still in lockup over the heavy discussion I'd had with Cherys.

And my jaw wouldn't work right either. Not while Danielle looked at me with a hopeful gaze and Amber, E-Beth, and Diane just two feet behind her looking at me with obvious do-NOT-fuck-this-up expressions.

"Uh..." I began, then caught my girlfriend shaking her head in a clear 'no' gesture. "No. No plans. What's up?"

Danielle beamed at me. "Feel like spending some time with your big sis?"

"Sure..." My eyes swiveled to Amber who just smiled at me and then started sliding away.

Danielle caught my gaze and she turned her head to catch my gaze. But Amber was already innocently leafing through her magazine. E-Beth and Diane were conspicuously looking at each other trying to engage in an awkwardly forced conversation.

Still looking at our roommates, my sister commented, "Well, the girls said they wanted to get in some extra studying. It's a Saturday, but whatever..." Her head swiveled around to me. "So, how 'bout we go for a ride? Just kick back and relax for a couple of hours..."

I risked one last questioning glance to my girlfriend, then said "Uh, sure. Just lemme go to the bathroom and I'll be right out."

***

I used the few minutes to relieve myself and then splash some water on my face. What the hell was going on? I wouldn't quite figure out the answer to that for a few hours.

In the beginning, Danielle and I just casually went out to my car. She let herself in the passenger side like any other time, and as I got into the driver's seat I looked over and asked. "Where to?"

She waved with indifference and just said... "I just want to go for a ride. Take me somewhere we can just drive for an hour or so."

I rifled through my mental cartography of the area, finally settling on a winding highway that took us along the river and up towards the mountains. "Okay..." I said, not telling her our destination. I shifted into gear and then we were off.

It was a very pleasant Spring afternoon, not too hot out. And after a few minutes getting out of the city, we both had the windows rolled down and the sweet floral air rushing through the car as I banked around the curves of a two-lane road in the hills.

Danielle let one hand outside to surf in the wind, her gaze drawn upwards to the trees whipping by us at a comfortable forty miles an hour.

I had to focus most of my attention on the road, what with all the banks and turns. But the way was already half-familiar to me. Ever since I got my license I'd driven this path a few times, often with a pretty girl in the passenger seat. And so almost out of habit, I let my eyes drift to my right to evaluate the pretty girl currently in my passenger seat.

Danielle was in a spring dress, the hem now riding up her thighs and showing off her athletically toned legs. The spaghetti straps did little to hide her upper chest, and in my current position I could see the side curves of her right breast, supported by a standard bra. Her green eyes were lit up by the late afternoon light as she kept her gaze on the scenery passing us by. And I noticed that right in this moment, she seemed more at peace than she had in a long, long time.

Maybe she was finally starting to heal from Cherys.

We'd been driving for a good hour when we rounded the next ridge, and then my memory reminded me of a particularly good vantage point. "Ooh," I couldn't help verbalizing my excitement.

Danielle's head turned to me. "What?"

I grinned. "You'll see."

At the next turnoff I pulled over, rolling the car right up to the guard rail, nose first. And then I shut off the engine and just let the natural sounds percolate in as we looked across the sweeping vista.

"Wow..." Danielle breathed.

I had to agree. It was my third or fourth time stopping here and it always took my breath away. We'd managed a good thousand feet of elevation, and from this lookout point, we could see the river snaking away beneath us through the valley and all the way to the horizon where the sun was coming down. By my own guess, if we just hung out for another twenty minutes we could stick around for the sunset.

Danielle must have had a similar thought because she unbuckled her seatbelt and then slid across the bench seat up to my side. This bench seat had come in handy more than once, but never with my sister. Still, I unbuckled and let her snuggle in against me while I wrapped my right arm around her.

Neither of us said a word for the next twenty minutes. We just huddled together and slowly watched the setting sun before it seemed to disappear into the water itself. And even when it was gone, the auburn haze on the horizon slowly darkening into grey, we stayed silent but happily comfortable in our embrace.

Of course, the moment couldn't last forever. My stomach chose to gurgle, quite loudly. Danielle barked a short laugh and then she sat up straight, the tranquility broken.

She smiled prettily and then covered up her mouth bashfully. Then when she got her grinning under control she offered, "Let's head back and find some food."

***

We had just reached the outskirts of the city, still perhaps twenty minutes away from school and our house when Danielle pointed out a casual burger joint, more upscale than fast-food but still young, energetic, and relatively cheap.

I pulled the car up and we got out amidst a veritable sea of young couples, most likely from the High School at this end of town. Music was pumping from various parked cars and more than a few teenagers were flirting or even making out with each other.

Danielle just came up and took my hand, and then she led me through the crowd and over to the ordering line. Fifteen minutes later, we'd managed to find a small table for two as we hovered over our burgers and a single large strawberry milkshake with two straws.

Now maybe it was because of the youthful demographic around us or maybe it was because this burger joint was clearly a hot date spot, but Danielle seemed to be making an extra effort for us to fit in. She joked and flirted a bit with me, even adopting the bobbling head and girlish giggly attitude while I looked at her bemusedly. 

We looked young enough to fit in I suppose, and more than one cocky high school jock seemed to be evaluating Danielle as potential prey, probably unaware that she had already graduated from college. Or maybe they knew and just wanted to go after an older woman. Either way, they looked like they were on the prowl. I knew for certain because I'd had that look in my eyes on more than one occasion myself.

It seemed Danielle was not oblivious to the attention either. And in some way, she deflected it by reaching over and holding my hand while we walked. Or she would lean in a little extra close and encouraged me to drink out of the milkshake at the same time as she.

I got into the little game myself, acting as if Danielle and I were on a date or something. So I flirted right back, rubbed my hands on hers, and even brushed her cheek with my fingers once, getting a little thrill down my spine when she shivered happily.

But eventually, our food was gone and the "date" role-playing seemed just about over. We made our way back to my car without incident, again with Danielle holding my hand all the way out.

The only thing is, even once we were back on the road, Danielle was still right up next to me. I needed both hands for driving. But in her food-coma drowsiness, she leaned her head onto my shoulder and put her left hand on my leg as we drove home. I was still buzzing happily from the date-playing and besides, we had become quite affectionate and comfortable around each other, so I thought nothing of it.

At least, I thought nothing of it until we got home.

I hurried around to the passenger side after I parked the car, opening the door with a dramatic flourish, continuing our "date" motif. Danielle beamed at me as I helped her out. Right then and there, I pulled her into a hug and said into her ear, "That was great. I had a lot of fun."

She pulled back and looked at me, smiling shyly. "Yeah. We should do that again sometime." She laughed, "It was my first date in a LONG while."

Then taking my hand in hers once again, we walked up to the front door. Thinking the night was completely over, I was already pulling out my keys to unlock and go inside. But Danielle stopped me just outside the door.

I turned to look at her and to my surprise, Danielle put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her, leaning up and mashing her lips to mine.

The contact was brief, but a lightning bolt of energy shot through me. I was suddenly filled with the scent of my sister, a milky sweetness that filled my nostrils and sent all sorts of pleasant butterfly feelings throughout my body.

And then it was gone. Danielle settled back on her heels and let go of me. She looked down for a second, lost in her feelings, before swiveling her green eyes back up into mine. "You've grown up, squirt."

Then she kissed me on the cheek, just a chaste, sisterly kiss this time. And she let me open the door so we could both go inside.

Once upstairs, Danielle went into her room without another word. I remained in the hallway, looking at her closed door with some serious confusion roiling around my head.

Gingerly, I brought my fingers up to touch my lips, still feeling lingering aftereffects of the kiss she'd planted on me, unlike any we had ever shared before. 'Get a grip,' I told myself. 'This is Danielle, your sister.'

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing away the illicit thoughts from my mind. And still with my eyes closed, I managed to relax my facial muscles and let out a long, long sigh...

Then I finally let my left hand go to the door of the room I shared with Amber, and I turned the knob. A good night's sleep would clear my head.

***

I opened the door, and my eyes settled in on a familiar sight. Yet no matter how many times I saw it, I would never, ever get sick of it.

Amber's naked ass was pointed back in my direction, the creamy white globes separated by a shallow valley like the sweetest peach imaginable. I could even see the delicate pink flesh in the middle which promised to taste even better.

Of course, someone else was already tasting it. E-Beth was flat on her back across the bed, her head between Amber's thighs as she wriggled her mouth against Amber's crotch. The half-hard erection Danielle had already given me was quickly rising to full mast.

Mindlessly, I let the door close behind me with a muffled thump as I sagged back against the handle. The sharp sound was enough to startle the Sapphic couple on the bed, and E-Beth quickly looked over to me while Amber craned her head around to take a look.

"You're home early," Amber stated. "I thought you were out with Danielle?"

While the sight of Amber and E-Beth in a torrid sixty-nine was still enough to send me into a stupor for a moment, I was too familiar with them to be stupefied for long. I shrugged and offered, "And I thought you were studying."

"We ARE studying!" E-Beth smiled and then took another lick at Amber's slit. "Anatomy IS a subject... sort of..."

Amber's sharp blue gaze then dropped to the vertical bulge in my jeans. "So is that for us?" Her teeth shone in a pearly grin. "Or for Danielle?"

"Stop it," I waved her off. "She's my sister." I started moving into the room, casually pulling off my shirt.

"A sister with a hot bod..." Amber continued.

I glared at my girlfriend, communicating with my eyes that I wanted her to drop it.

"Come on. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. I KNOW you've seen her naked plenty of times."

"Yes, plenty of times. And nothing has ever happened," I said firmly. I walked up to the bed, now topless, and leaned down to peck Amber on her lips.

She received my kiss, but then rolled off of E-Beth and then spread her legs for me, dipping her fingers down to also spread her pussy lips. "Don't you want me, little brother?" she asked in a high-pitched baby voice. "Isn't my pretty pussy exciting to you?"




The Book of David Ch. 08



My back went stiff as my moral center went to war with my hormones. I couldn't help but gasp, "Oh, gawd..." as I closed my eyes and briefly pictured Danielle in Amber's position.

When I opened my eyes, Amber had a smile of triumph on her face and she leaned over to me, still buck naked, and began to unfasten my jeans. At least I figured she would drop the act now that she'd gotten her little tease in.

I was wrong. And to my simultaneous horror and delight, she said in the same voice, "Do you want big sis to suck your cock, squirt? Do you have a big piece of man meat in there for me?"

"Amber..." I pleaded in a strained voice as she fished out my erection and started tugging my jeans down my thighs.

"Wow, little brother!" E-Beth chimed in, using the same SexyInnocent voice. "You're not so little after all!" she gasped erotically as she slid around and took over dragging my jeans and shorts down to my ankles.

I managed to step out of them just before Amber moved her mouth in front of my shaft. "I'm going to suck you now, bro. Big sis is going to take your cock into her throat now."

I closed my eyes and went on feel as a hot mouth surrounded my turgid flesh with warmth and exquisite pressure. My mind was a jumbled mess as contrasting visions appeared in my mind. I saw Amber, I saw E-Beth, and I also saw Danielle in my mind's eye, imagining what it must look like for my dick to be embedded in the mouth before me.

I felt the oxygen leaving me as I gasped in unexplainable agony and ecstasy, my senses so attuned to the gradual descent of my shaft deeper and deeper into this hot mouth that I had completely forgotten to breathe. And then a moment later, I felt the tickle of lips around the base of my cock, the head nestled in the far depths of a wonderful throat.

"Oh, Dani!!!" I yelled, unable to hold back from the fantasy.

I swear I could actually feel the smile of lips around me, and that was enough to break my reverie. I opened my eyes and saw Amber pulling off of me, sitting back for a moment to catch her breath while simultaneously grinning with delight. And then her hand was passing me off to the side.

E-Beth was kneeling on the bed right next to her, and quickly the pretty brunette gaped her mouth open wide and suckled me into her mouth. She took a few strokes on me before passing me back to Amber.

The girls swapped back and forth for a minute, just playing around. And then E- Beth sat up straight and folded my hard erection between her huge tits, pressing her cleavage around me with her hands while looking up into my eyes and asking in a breathy voice, "Does little brother like my tits? Don't they just feel so fucking magnificent?"

"Ohhhh, fuck, yeah..." was all I could coherently get out as E-Beth bounced up and down, squeezing her breasts around me. And then I was passed off again as Amber took me into her cleavage. My girlfriend's tits were a bit smaller than E- Beth's, but they were firmer and the sensations were no less mind-blowing.

Oh the other hand, for once I was able to get a grip on my mental state. Danielle had a very nice pair of tits, but they simply weren't this big and she wouldn't have been capable of quite this kind of tit fuck.

And that's when I decided to take charge of the situation.

I happened to be in E-Beth's cleavage and with a burst of energy, I pushed her onto her back and then straddled her chest while pulling a pillow behind her head. Then I gripped her face, opening up her jaw, and thrusting my hips forward I shoved my cock into her open mouth.

"Stop teasing me!" I commanded once I got so deep E-Beth was practically gagging. She just grinned around my shaft and then nodded.

Momentarily satisfied by my physical outburst, I stroked slowly in and out of E- Beth's mouth a couple of times before pulling myself back along her body, letting the tip of my erection drag down her chest between her tits and over her belly button before I settled to my knees between her legs.

Then hoisting her thighs up, I spread E-Beth before me as I lined up my cock for entry, and then in one smooth push I slammed my dick home.

"Oh, fuck me, David!" E-Beth crooned as I set into an old, familiar rhythm. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." she chanted as I did just that. But then she couldn't chant any more as Amber crawled over, straddled E-Beth's face, and lowered her pussy down.

This left Amber's ass staring at me once again while my blonde girlfriend hunched over and began moaning happily at our roommate's expert rug- munching. And while I pistoned in and out of E-Beth's pussy, my eyes began to zero in on Amber's rosebud star, just winking back at me as she ground her crotch down onto E-Beth's face.

I wanted it. I wanted Amber's ass.

I slammed forward and held myself deep into E-Beth's pussy, staying in that position while E-Beth tried to buck her hips at me and continue our fucking. She started moaning something in complaint, her words unintelligible with Amber's pussy in her face.

But while I kept my hips pinned forward, I leaned over and braced myself on my left elbow while I lowered my face and right hand to Amber's asscheeks. With my right hand, I bent her forwards until her chest was practically on the bed, her ass jutting out to me and looking for all the world like that peach I had earlier fantasized about. I was kissing around her buttcheeks and brought my tongue down to her hole, tasting around the area and satisfying myself that she wasn't dirty before I started rimming her out.

"Ugh..." Amber groaned and shifted her legs.

E-Beth managed to free her face long enough to exclaim, "Holy shit! He's tonguing your ass, isn't he?"

"Ugh..." was all Amber could moan in response. For a long time, she lay unmoving, just trying to wrap her head around the idea. But when her hips started twitching with involuntary spasms of pleasure, I at least knew she wasn't totally against the idea tonight. Amber had never tried anal sex before and didn't want to, based on my previous inquiries. But unless I screwed this up, perhaps tonight would be her first.

I brought my right hand around to her butt and after licking it myself, I pushed a single digit into her anus. Amber tensed for a second, and then moaned again as I sank it entirely into her. At this point, I got myself braced on my left elbow and began pushing my hips once again, pistoning slowly in and out of E-Beth's clasping tunnel.

"Mmm..." E-Beth moaned happily at the resumption of our lovemaking. But meanwhile all of my attention was on Amber's asshole as I introduced a second finger into her.

E-Beth was not only fucking back at me. She pulled her roommate's crotch back into her face and started munching with an increased fervor. Amber never stood a chance.

"Oh, shit," Amber began chanting. "Oh, shit! Oh, shit! OH, SHIT!" From the two fingers pressing bundles of nerves she'd never felt before and E-Beth's talented tongue working her clit, Amber's body suddenly locked up in one of her most powerful orgasms ever. 

She howled loud enough to force an echo in the room and rattle the door a bit. And then her legs went to jello as she rolled over and collapsed to the bed beside us. I let my hand pop out of her ass and instead, really began to focus on finishing off E-Beth and myself.

My ex was only too happy to help. Once she got a fresh breath of air, filling her lungs and sending her massive chest skyward, the curvy brunette laughed and really began to buck at me. "Fuck me, David! Fuck me!" she cheered as we thrashed on the bed, accompanied only by the sexual soundtrack of my grunting and Amber's panting exhaustion.

E-Beth was first, her back arching off the bed and pushing her tits into my face once again. I leaned down and latched my lips around a sensitive nipple, rolling the hard nub around to heighten her climax while she moaned in orgasmic bliss.

And when she started coming down, her pussy muscles, which had been clamped around me so tightly, relaxed and seemingly RIPPLED, like the dying throes of an animal's last gasps.

Those ripples were enough to trigger me, and at the last moment, I yanked my cock out and began pumping it in my own hand. Belatedly, I realized I'd been holding my breath for those few precious seconds before my orgasm overtook me, and now I gasped as the first volley sprayed out of me and splattered all over E-Beth's tits.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I kept jacking more out of me, spurting additional jets of cum to fly out and splash down amongst E-Beth's abundant cleavage. Ten seconds later, I was done, leaving behind a veritable Jackson Pollack painting of semen to dry on E-Beth's canvas of a chest.

I settled my butt onto my knees to rest. But then Amber got a wicked idea into her head. Now recovered from her own climax, my girlfriend moved until she was kneeling directly in front of me, facing away. And then with her ass propped up and right into my face, she bent over and began tonguing up my spending from E-Beth's steaming body.

Not only was my girlfriend slurping up my cum off of E-Beth's tits, but she actually reached back with both hands, spreading her asscheeks to show off her asshole to me while forcing her weight onto her facial cheeks as she rubbed them into my jism.

I know for a fact that I'd never before gotten hard that fast without someone touching me. But I got hard that day.

Once satisfied that E-Beth was clean, Amber propped herself on all fours and started begging me, "Come fuck me, little brother..."

My pulse quickened as she went back to her little game.

"Don't you want to put your dick in my tight little pussy? Don't you want to be the first man to ever be inside of me? You can put it in my cunt." Amber craned her head around to face me, quivering with pent-up lust and letting out a breathy gasp. "And then, little brother, you can put it in my ass!"

Now, I was an iron bar.

I gave myself a couple of quick jerks to make sure, and then I rose up on my knees and settled into place behind Amber. With practiced ease, I nudged myself forward and pushed the mushroom head in between her pink pussy lips, finally piercing the heart of the blonde's little peach.

"Oooh..." she cooed. "Fuck me... BIG brother..."

I was quickly pushing, building up some good feelings, but I knew this was not how this night would end. As if on cue, E-Beth returned to us with a bottle of Astroglide from her own room. E-Beth and I had driven down the Hershey highway a number of times since I first popped her back door, but I hadn't even realized she'd left to retrieve the bottle.

I slowed my pace and then stopped, spreading Amber's asscheeks in preparation to start lubing her up. But before I could reach out to take the bottle from E-Beth, the saucy brunette ducked her head down and shoved her tongue into Amber's anus.

"UGH!!!" Amber threw her head back and groaned at the unexpected intrusion, but then she was already whimpering in heat as my ex began to give my current girlfriend a rim job.

Only after she spent a minute or two tonguing Amber's ass did E-Beth finally pop up and squirt some lube onto her own finger. And then she was motioning me to resume my slow thrusting as E-Beth took careful aim and then popped a lubed up finger through Amber's rosebud back door.

"Damn! She's got a TIGHT ass!" E-Beth commented, feeling the squeeze on her lone digit. "Good thing we're using the lube."

Presently, E-Beth added a second finger, and then a third, Amber moaning up a storm the whole time as she was stretched wide in anticipation of my thicker appendage. Amber was as lubed up as she was going to get.

"Hey sweetie..." E-Beth leaned down and kissed Amber on the cheek. "You were there to help me lose my anal cherry. Now it's my turn to help you."

Amber didn't respond verbally, but with E-Beth's fingers in her ass and E-Beth's other hand rubbing her clit, the blonde was as primed as she would ever get.

E-Beth glanced down and then looked me in the eyes. "Ready?"

I just nodded. E-Beth bore down on Amber's love button and I started in on long, high-friction strokes, trying to drag every vein and ridge against the inner walls of Amber's supersensitive pussy. It didn't take long.

Amber threw her head back, sending a wave of blonde hair at my face as she tensed and came, shrieking in orgasmic ecstasy. I simply rode out her climax, feeling every squeeze and caress from her pussy muscles clenching and releasing, until at last she started to come down from her high as her tense body began to relax.

And just when I felt her orgasm waning, I slipped out of her vaginal tunnel and immediately brought my cock up to her anus. And with a firm grip on her hips and her body sagging into the most relaxed state humanly possible, I pushed through.

Between her post-orgasmic relaxation and E-Beth's hand squeezing her tits to distract her, Amber barely even noticed the initial penetration of her back door. But the sudden invasion and stretching of her rear passage soon alerted her and almost immediately she tensed back up and clamped down around my cock. "Oh, FUCK!"

She squeezed so tight I couldn't move any further, only about four inches inside her at that moment. But E-Beth kept whispering soothing thoughts in her ear and continued rubbing Amber's heavy breasts. And after let out several panicked pants, Amber began to relax as she lowered her head and chest down onto the bed.

I waited for Amber to get comfortable, forming her body into a wedge with her face resting on her folded arms on the mattress, but with her ass still high in the air. And rather than sink all the way in, I withdrew until just the head was still inside her, and then slowly began my full push once again.

"You were right... it doesn't hurt..." Amber moaned. "So fucking full..." she said, this time with a decidedly pleasurable note in her voice.

"Told you you'd love it..." E-Beth grinned and looked at me. "There's nothing quite like having David's dick shoved up your ass."

"Oh, shit. There's more!" Amber exclaimed as I went past the four-inch mark and continued my descent. And then she half-groaned/half-laughed when I finally hit bottom and my pelvis pushed up against her butt-cheeks. I can't describe how awesomely powerful I felt looking down at Amber's perfect peach of an ass being split open by my rod.

"Mmm..." my girlfriend sighed. "Do it again."

So I did. Amber was just starting to whimper and get into the rhythm when E- Beth finally had enough of playing midwife. "Okay, I'm getting in on this. I seem to remember we were sixty-nining when David first popped my ass." She spread her legs and scooted her hips up towards Amber's face.

Amber managed to get onto her forearms so that she could reach her lips to E- Beth's crotch. She took one long lick from perineum all the way up to clit before grinning at her roommate. "Yeah, but you weren't much good at licking my cunt while he was plugging your butt."

"Whatever..." E-Beth whimpered. "Just do that again!"

We were a daisy-chain of illicit sex for the next ten minutes. I was pumping slowly, letting Amber set the pace for her first assfuck, and in no immediate danger of losing my load. Amber alternated between focusing on her thrusting back at me, mentally evaluating and recording all the new sensations. We'd done just about every possible position using her other two orifices, so she was soaking in the wonder of a brand new experience. And E-Beth was just happy to have a talented tongue buried in her crotch.

Alas, all good things must cum.

And with the tight squeezing in Amber's ass, there's only so long I could hold out. I wasn't Superman, try as I might to be.

E-Beth had already gone off twice. And after the second one she let Amber push her away so that the blonde could focus on me reaming her out. But E-Beth didn't completely remove herself, returning to Amber's sensitive breasts to rub and caress while she locked lips with my girlfriend in seductive passion.

Watching the two of them making out was almost as enjoyable as having my cock in Amber's ass... almost. The direct physical stimulation was just too good. After ten minutes, and one self-induced orgasm, Amber had learned the basics of squeezing her butt around me on every outstroke and relaxing to let me back in. The waves of caresses on my shaft were pushing me to the edge, and gradually I began speeding up.

Each stroke just felt so good. I'd no sooner completed one than I just HAD to feel it again.

"Fuck my ass, baby..." Amber crooned. "Fuck it. Take my ass. Take all of me. You have every part of me... You've fucked my throat. You've fucked my cunt. Now fill my asshole with your creamy goodness. Fuck my ass..."

With encouragement like that, how could I not?"

I hammered her harder, and Amber screamed, "DAVID!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!!"

I built up speed until I was ramming forward with every stroke, our loins slapping together with plenty of force and noise. Her anus was stretched wide before me as I drilled in and out of her rear passage, and I felt the tell-tale tightness in my balls as they prepared to empty themselves.

E-Beth, as usual, had the final masterstroke. She slipped onto her back, ducking her head beneath Amber's chest as she suckled a nipple into her mouth. Meanwhile, her right hand went to Amber's pussy, where she thumbed the blonde's clit and simultaneously shoved two fingers into Amber's pussy hole.

Amber went off like a firecracker. "FUUUUUUCK!!!!" she shrieked and came, clamping her body down with every muscle she had.

The sudden pressure was enough to set me off, and I was pumping so hard that I couldn't even stop the motion once I started blasting away into Amber's anal cavity. I thrust forward and shot out a glob of cum, then pulled back and shot another. I went forward again, and lost all semblance of rhythm as my thrusting slowly chugged down to a stop like a locomotive losing steam, my cock spitting out wads of jism left and right in no coherent order.

By the time I had emptied every drop into Amber's ass, my muscles began to spasm in complaint for overworking them. My girlfriend herself wobbled a bit, giving E-Beth just enough time to slide out from beneath her before she collapsed face-down on the bed, with me falling soon after.

The three of us lay together in a sweaty, messy heap, panting in post-coital bliss. I was doing nothing but grunting and breathing. E-Beth was giggling. But Amber found her voice first.

My girlfriend laughed, "How was my ass, little brother?"

***

-- DANIELLE --

Without a backwards glance at her little brother, Danielle hurriedly made her way to her bedroom. Only once she was safely inside with the door closed did she let out a pent-up sigh, shivering lightly.

Gingerly, she brought two fingers up to touch her lips, still feeling the lingering aftereffects of the kiss she'd shared with David. It wasn't like it was the best kiss she'd ever had or anything, but it was a really, really good kiss. And the fact that it was her brother just added so much more sizzle to the fleeting experience.

After a minute, she thought about how abruptly she'd walked away from him, going into the house and to her room without a word. With her heart racing, all she could think about was being close to him once again, to get just a hug... or maybe something more.

She shook the illicit images from her mind. Perhaps her thoughts were wrong, but as long as she didn't ACT on them, at least she could feel good just being with him, having him hold her in his strong arms.

She opened up the door and went to the room he now shared with his girlfriend, Amber. But before she went to knock, she heard voices floating through.

"Is that for us? Or for Danielle?" Amber's melodic tones filtered through.

"Stop it. She's my sister," David said abruptly. Good. He was showing he could control his hormones. After the Uncle Verne episode, having a guy lose control around her was probably what she feared the most.




The Book of David Ch. 08



"A sister with a hot bod..."

That brought a grin to Danielle's face. She knew Amber played both sides and it was always an ego boost to know a woman as pretty as Amber would still find you attractive.

The next few phrases were too muffled for Danielle to make out. But when she could understand again, the words set her loins aflame. "Don't you want me, little brother?" Amber said in a high-pitched baby voice. "Isn't my pretty pussy exciting for you?"

Danielle gasped in shock, and her heart, which had just begun to slow down, kicked back into overdrive.

"Do you want big sis to suck your cock, squirt? Do you have a big piece of man meat in there for me?"

Danielle let out a low moan, her imagination running wild as she pictured herself in Amber's place, kneeling before her little brother and getting ready to swallow his cock.

"Wow, little brother!" Damn, is E-Beth in there too? "You're not so little after all!"

Danielle shook her head, unable to stay there and let forbidden urges flood her brain any longer. And so she fled silently down the stairs, away from David, away from his big piece of man meat.

She went to the fridge and swiped a beer bottle, quickly popping the top and then guzzling half of it in one go. When she ran out of air she stopped and panted, almost hyperventilating as she tried to catch her breath. She'd seen his man meat in person, just as he'd seen her naked on many occasions. She'd seen him screwing other women, watching as his cock pumped in and out of a pretty pussy, half-afraid and half-excited to imagine it pumping her.

"Oh, Dani!!!" The voice was muffled and quiet due to the distance, but it was unmistakably David's voice. Her little brother, yelling her name in passion and loud enough to carry down into the kitchen.

She downed the rest of the bottle, willing the cold, bubbly liquid to wash away her fantasies and restore her to some semblance of normal. Oh, how she wished Cherys were there to do SOMETHING about this pent-up arousal. She hadn't had sex in MONTHS.

And then she realized, she didn't just want to have sex. She wanted to have sex with David. She wanted to feel his hot, throbbing cock inside of her. A tongue on her clit and Fred in her cunt just wouldn't cut it. She wanted to feel a man, she wanted to feel whole again, like Cherys. Uncle Verne may not have been trying to rape her, but she felt the same scars nonetheless.

David had healed Cherys. Why couldn't he heal his sister? Only some stupid fucked-up shared DNA stood between them. Why couldn't they happily share in their mutual desires, exorcise her demons in a blissful whirlwind of passion and love? Why couldn't her first time with a man could be absolutely beautiful? It wasn't fucking FAIR.

"DAVID!!! FUCK ME!!! HARDER!!!" Amber screamed from somewhere upstairs.

Danielle pinched her eyes shut, grimacing in pain. It wasn't fair. Setting the empty bottle down on the counter, she opened the fridge again to swipe a fresh beer.

FUCK. All out.

This whole time, from David's car to the porch to her room and back down to the kitchen, Danielle never pulled her purse off from her shoulder.

Peeking inside for just a moment to make sure she had her I.D. and some cash, Danielle went out the door. It would be good to get away from hearing the wonderful sex with David going on upstairs, and the liquor store was just a couple blocks away.

With perhaps another block to go, Danielle looked up and noticed that one of the overhead streetlights was out. The city was pretty good about maintenance; they'd probably have it fixed by tomorrow. Besides, she could already see the liquor store now.

She was just walking through the dark patch when sudden movement to the left caught her eye. A man, clad all in black, slipped out of the shadows. "Hey, baby..."

Danielle's eyes went wide as she took two quick steps away, backing off the sidewalk and into the street. Her hand immediately went to her purse. Dammit, where was that whistle?

But as the man suddenly moved from casual slinking to a full-blown run directly for her, Danielle's heart shuddered as she realized she would never get to the whistle in time.

***

-- DAVID --

It was around 2 AM when my cell phone went off. I fumbled in the darkness, my hand flailing towards the nightstand. Who the hell could be calling at this hour? I mean, we were college students, but COME ON.

Amber started to stir next to me, and I hurried tried to get to the phone before my girlfriend was woken from her beauty sleep.

I hit a button and then pulled the cell phone to my ear, wincing in my blind fog. "Yeah..." I growled.

"Is this David ____?" It was a male voice that I didn't recognize.

"Uh, yeah..."

"This is Officer Henderson with the Police Department. We need you to come down to the hospital as soon as possible. There's been an incident involving your sister, Danielle."

I was instantly awake. "Wha-?" I sat up so abruptly that Amber was quickly alert and hugging me from behind, asking, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Is she alright?" I asked the phone.

"She's alive, awake, and in good condition. She gave us your number to contact. But son, you need to know that your sister was raped this evening."

My mouth went dry. All I managed to grunt was, "I'll be right there."

***

Amber only let me tell her once to stay at home before she shut down that argument and informed me that she was coming whether I liked it or not. Fifteen minutes later I parked crookedly into a space and we were flying out the doors.

Five minutes after that, after haranguing several hospital staffers who I'm sure were used to frantic family members, I saw Danielle's room number.

There was a beefy policeman blocking my view, his navy blue jacket stretched too tight across a frame that had seen one too many donuts. But as our running footsteps slammed against the linoleum floor, he turned and then stepped aside as Amber and I burst into the room.

My first glimpse of her sank my heart. Her dirty blonde hair was matted and white gauze was wrapped around what had to be a head wound. One eye was swollen almost completely shut. Her lip was split and there were two other scratch marks decorating her opposite cheek. There were purple splotches everywhere else on her face, and with the hospital gown sleeves only covering her down to the elbows, I could see the bruise patterns continuing down her forearms.

"Oh..." I moaned in abject pain and stopped short, feeling like collapsing to the floor right then and there. The horror of Danielle's brutalized body was clearly reflected on my face. "Ohmigod..." I gasped, and then Amber pushed me towards my sister.

I reached out to hold her, stopping my arms halfway, afraid to touch her lest I break her or something. In the end, I managed to control myself enough to slip my hands into hers.

"Oh, Dani. I'm so... so sorry..." I whispered.

Danielle took a pained gulp, staring at me with a malevolent anger that I could barely comprehend. Her one good eye was flaming green, hard-edged, and she grimaced while glowering at me with undisguised hate.

My sister managed to croak, "It's all your fault."

***

Much later, a nurse would tell me that the anger was a healthy psychological response. Rather than wallow in self-pity, Danielle lashing out at me so soon after her ordeal showed that she would recover from being victimized and her personal strength would help her get her life back and move on. And beyond that, she was a little unhinged from her pain medications. At least that's what the nurse said.

But right then, whatever the reasons for her anger, I felt like I could die. I wasn't even sure why Danielle was blaming me for what happened, but I started bawling like a little baby at the sting in Danielle's words.

I sat down on a chair next to Danielle's bed, with my face in the sheets and still holding her hand. Amber was stroking my back in a futile attempt to soothe me, but she wasn't any help as every time I looked up at my sister I saw the same accusing look in Danielle's eyes.

The next thing I heard was the police officer and attendant nurse excusing themselves out. The cop was saying, "I've already questioned Danielle about the attack. If she mentions anything you might find useful, please contact me. Here's my card."

Somewhere behind me, Amber said "Thank you."

"And I'll be back in a few minutes when they've calmed down a bit," the nurse said.

Amber replied, "Of course" and went back to stroking me soothingly. And then it was just the three of us in the room.

It took a minute, but I managed to compose myself to look up at my sister. And then she coldly said again, "It's all your fault."

"Why?" I blubbered.

The first signs of pain crept into the corners of Danielle's eyes. Her chest heaved as she choked back a sob of her own. "Because... if you had just made love with me tonight, I never would have been raped."

I was shocked into dead silence, and now Danielle began crying. But the fire in her eyes never went out as she looked down at me.

"I was so ready, so horny. If you had just taken me to bed I would have given myself completely to you."

"But... we couldn't," I croaked.

"But if you had... then I would have been with you," Danielle's voice cracked as the tears were now freely rolling down her cheeks. "My first time with a man would have been beautiful. And I wouldn't have gone to the store to get some beer to drown out the pain of listening to you fuck Amber and E-Beth. I wouldn't have been alone on the sidewalk. And I wouldn't have gotten raped tonight."

Danielle shuddered. "He even jeered about how wet my panties were. They were wet for you, David. For YOU. If I could just have been with you, this wouldn't have happened to me."

I squinted my eyes shut against the pain throbbing in my own head and buried my face to the sheets again.

Amber tried to come to my rescue. "Danielle... that's not fair. You knew he could never make a move on you. You're his sister."

Danielle didn't respond directly. Instead, the emotional pain caused her voice to crack again. "You... he rescued you, Amber. When you were attacked... when they wanted to rape you... he rescued YOU."

Danielle started sobbing again, her body wracked with tremors. But she managed to look down at me again. "David... why couldn't you rescue me?"

In that moment, I wanted to die.

Medical alarms started going off as Danielle started hyperventilating, little squeaks in her breathing as she shivered in bed. The door flew open and then two nurses burst into the room, barking orders at everyone to back away as they worked to calm my sister.

In the end, they put a shot to her arm and then Danielle's thrashing slowly chugged to a halt. In the end, her head lolled to the side as she looked at me with infinite pain in her eyes. And then she drifted off to sleep.

***

It was morning when Danielle awakened. Fortunately, Danielle slept the sleep of the clinically unconscious: dreamless and peaceful, free of nightmares.

Sometime around 4 AM I'd sent Amber home to sleep in bed. We had our cell phones and I promised to keep her updated. But there was no way I was leaving Danielle's side. I slept in the chair and held her hand the entire night.

Fortunately for me, Danielle's hatred of me seemed to pass overnight. I was awake for a few minutes before she stirred, and when her eyes fluttered open all she saw was her loving brother.

Shortly after she awoke, the hospital staff brought some food for Danielle and I made a quick run to the vending machine. And then it went right into the medical discussion.

Most likely because she was already lubricated, Danielle didn't have much damage to her vaginal areas. However, he also sodomized her without any lubricants, and her anal area would be sore for some time. Between that damage, the knife marks, and the obvious bruising throughout the rest of her body, they had enough medical evidence to prove that the sex was not consensual.

Her ovulation cycle wasn't at the right time, but just in case, Danielle had also been given a morning-after pill and the doctors had cleaned her out upon arrival. Other than that, the doctor would be in soon to do a last physical check and then she would be discharged from the hospital. Danielle smiled tightly at that and squeezed my hand.

Once the nurses left, Danielle started crying again and began to tug at my arm. Moving with her, I got out of my chair and slid onto the bed beside her. My sister, older than me and yet smaller and seemingly so frail, wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged herself against my chest.

I couldn't do anything but stroke her hair and promise "I love you... I'm not going anywhere..." while she whimpered softly.

A few minutes later, a female doctor and a female nurse came in. It had already been explained to me that female doctors were assigned to rape cases as often as possible, to make the rape victims more comfortable. However, the lone male (me) would have to leave since they would have to strip Danielle naked for the physical check-up.

"No." Danielle's voice was weak but firm. She sniffled and then took a deep breath. In a clearer voice she stated, "He's not leaving me."

And with that, Danielle began to tug at her hospital gown, albeit with only one hand as she refused to let go of me with her other hand.

The medical staff looked at us oddly for a second and I have to admit, I looked confused as well. But then the nurse stepped forward and began to help Danielle disrobe.

I winced in emotional pain as I saw her body revealed before me. Her breasts were still firm and beautiful, her tummy flat from extensive exercise and crunches, her legs lithe and long. But everywhere she was marred by the occasional purple and green splotches. Danielle had to double-squeeze my hand to get my attention and remind me not to hold her so hard, as my muscles were tensing in anger at what had been done to her.

We only let go of each other's hands once, to pull her sleeve off. And then Danielle's fingers were intertwined in mine a moment later. 

"This will only take a few minutes," the doctor said.

We nodded and then I dispassionately watched Danielle go through her examination, not feeling the slightest bit of arousal to mar the steely resolve for vengeance creeping into my mind.

***

Amber drove back to the hospital to pick us up. And by the time we got Danielle home, I was all hopped up and ready to go vigilante on somebody's ass.

The only problem? I had absolutely NOWHERE to start.

At first, I begged Danielle to tell me everything she knew about what the guy looked like and where on the street he'd attacked her. Smart girl that she is and recognizing my recklessness, Danielle stonewalled and wouldn't tell me a thing. I didn't have the heart to push her.

It seemed like ages ago that Danielle first pulled me out on a spontaneous driving "date". But that was just yesterday, a Saturday. I'd been shopping for vacuums with Kevin and we'd even run into Cherys.

I brought up the name just once to Danielle. "We should tell Cherys what happened."

"No. Not yet."

"Why not? She deserves to know," I rationalized.

"Why? She broke up with me."

"Still..." I began as gently as possible, but I couldn't articulate what I wanted to say.

Danielle sighed with a freshly pained look on her face. "Look. If somebody tells her then she'll want to come over here and talk to me. I'm not ready for that yet."

I dropped the matter and focused on helping Danielle to her room. Amber had brought a change of clothes for Danielle, but she still felt dirty after her ordeal and the hospital stay.

"I need a hot bath..." she declared.

Amber smiled, "That DOES sound really good." My girlfriend immediately left to go start filling the tub.

Meanwhile, Danielle sat down on her bed and began stripping her clothes off to get ready for her bath.

"I, uh," I stammered. "I'll just go now."

"No!" Her hand shot out and gripped my wrist. Danielle's green eyes wavered as she looked at me. "Don't leave me alone. Not for a minute. Please..."

"Okay. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

While I could keep myself in her presence and keep myself from leaving, I couldn't quite bring myself to physically undress her. So Danielle took care of that by herself, stripping all the way down until she was naked again, bruises and all.

I sat next to her on the bed as she pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. I was hesitant for a moment, but then I wrapped my own arms around her while she leaned into my embrace.

"You don't know what this means to me, David."

"What?"

"Having you hold me like this." She sighed with obvious relief, and then she shuddered against me.

Her voice started cracking again. "My worst nightmare came true. A man lost control when he saw me naked. It's just like Uncle Verne warned." She trembled and then fresh tears started rolling down her cheeks. "At first he was overpowering, but methodical. He covered my mouth. He efficiently pulled me off the streets. He pushed me through some bushes to a pre-determined spot in the trees where no one would see us."

"But once he ripped my dress off?" Danielle sniffled and shivered. "He just went manic. I wasn't even trying to fight him off that hard. But he started punching me, slapping me, thrusting in me, just totally out of control."

Danielle closed her eyes and began sobbing again. All I could do was keep stroking her and holding her. "I'm here now," I told her firmly. "I'm not leaving you."

Her back was remarkably clear. No bruising or other abrasions marred the creamy softness around her spine and shoulder blades. Evidently, all of his punches and attacks went to Danielle's torso. Her legs, also, were relatively unmarked. I guess that was all he could reach with his dick inside her.

For a moment, I was seized with that impotent rage again, desperate to find the bastard and strangle him to death. But just when my limbs began to tighten around Danielle in my fury, Amber knocked and re-entered the room.

Without a second glance at the intimate position I was holding Danielle in, she said softly, "The bath is ready."

Amber had brought a towel and Danielle stood to take it from her gratefully, wrapping it around her body. Then my sister used one hand to clutch the ends together over her chest and reached for me with her other hand. Together, we went to the bathroom.

I pulled the curtain all the way to the edge and out of the way. Then I supported Danielle in my arms as she stepped into the tub, never letting go even when she sat down and settled in. The warm water was perfectly clear, letting me see her entire body stretched out before me.

I got down and sat on the floor just outside the tub, my arm on the lip so that Danielle didn't have to let go of me. I sighed and settled in for the long-haul as Danielle sagged down and lay back against a towel that Amber had thoughtfully folded into a headrest.

I knew I wouldn't be leaving Danielle's side for some time.

***

For the rest of the day, Danielle just cuddled herself to me without speaking. I didn't know how to talk about the situation so I just soothed her and reminded her how much I loved her. There was no discussion of what had happened to her and no further blame from her at me.

As a result, I was left with only my own conscience and no other outlet to vent my rage and frustration. I didn't realize that Amber knew me well enough by now to read the tension in me, even through my outwardly calm demeanor as I poured out my affection onto my big/little sister.

Danielle and I came down for lunch. Amber, E-Beth, and Diane were hanging out in a typical lazy Sunday, with no classes to worry about until tomorrow. The next hour was an awkward mix of uncomfortable silence and overly dramatic affection and support for what Danielle was going through.




The Book of David Ch. 08



I think Danielle was more exhausted from trying to keep up a brave face than she was helped by their encouragement.

And so it was only two in the afternoon when Danielle and I changed into our pajamas and settled in to sleep in her bed. I was snuggled under the covers beside her as she pillowed her head on my chest and was soon breathing softly as unconsciousness took her.

But despite the comfortable positioning and my exhaustion from a restless night, I couldn't join her in sleep. There was just too much running through my head.

Was it really my fault that Danielle had gotten raped? After all, I hadn't forced Danielle to go walking to the liquor store in the evening. I hadn't forced some cowardly prick to attack her and rape her. It couldn't actually be my FAULT, could it?

Should I have done things differently? Should I have let myself succumb to temptation and take her into my bed?

There were some severe moral and ethical arguments waging war in my conscience. They say that hindsight is 20-20. But for me, even hindsight was still cloudy. If I had known what was to come, would I have done things differently?

Certainly, incest was considered morally wrong. On any given day, despite the physical lust I had for my sister, I would never have crossed that line. We'd surely gotten close to the line on a few occasions. I vividly remembered fucking Maria from behind while she was eating out Danielle. I'd seen her naked body and we'd even physically contacted each other in ways that weren't quite sexual, but perhaps more than a brother and sister should. But to have actually put aside my moral reluctance? No. I never would have.

But if I had known with certainty that this... violation... would have happened to my sister? If I had truly thought that making love with her would have been the only way to save her? Then what?

I would have done it. In a heartbeat.

But that rationalization wouldn't even hold up in my own mind. It was an excuse to feel less guilty about my fantasies of my sister. I didn't want to see her as a woman. I SHOULDN'T think about her as a woman. It was just wrong... And I couldn't let myself see her sexually. I shouldn't even let her naked body arouse me.

This was my sister and she was trusting me not to lose control. It meant so much to her that I could be a man around her in a sexually vulnerable state and not take advantage of her. I had to prove Uncle Verne wrong.

And yet, it was a torture to be presented with her physical beauty and not be allowed to feel any lust. I would have been better off if I'd never had the opportunity to see her naked or ever be led to the thought of having sex with her. Even now, it was a strain to hold her body so intimately to me while she wore only a single layer of thin cotton between me and her womanly charms.

For just a second, I actually resented Danielle for putting me into this mental turmoil while she slept peacefully. But my love for her wouldn't let that last more than just a fleeting moment. It wasn't Danielle's fault. It wasn't my fault. It was... HIS fault, whoever 'he' was.

And then my rage was back. My need to find him and punish him for what he had done washed out my guilt in a red haze.

Mercifully, Danielle was unconscious and couldn't sense what was going through my mind. But when she rolled over, letting go of me and facing the opposite direction, the anger in me had an opening with which to act.

Quietly, methodically, I slipped out of bed. I turned back to make sure that Danielle was still sleeping peacefully, and then silently slipped out the door. I first went into my room, needing to change out of my own pajamas.

"Where do you think you're going?" Amber greeted me from our bed, where she was sitting on our bed hunched over her books, her cute wire-rimmed glasses on her nose and her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was still the afternoon.

"Out," I answered gruffly as I started pulling off my T-shirt and dropping my pajama pants.

"Out where? Do you really think you're going to find him?"

"Maybe..." I pulled open a drawer to find my jeans.

"Do you even know what he looks like?"

"Sort of..." I lied.

Amber was then standing next to me, pulling my hips around and away from the closet. She stood in a baby-T that hugged her bra-less chest and comfortable lounge pants of her own. She let out a sigh and then looked into my eyes.

"Do you know what she looks like?"

"What? Who?"

"Danielle."

"Of course. What kind of a question is that?"

"Have you memorized what her tits look like? How hard her nipples get when she's cold and how soft the skin of her naked back feels?"

I backed my head away from her an inch. "What are you doing?" I asked my girlfriend as her hand went to my crotch and started caressing around the half- erection already forming there.

"Calming you down," she answered as she pushed me to a sitting position on the bed, my legs still on the floor. Then she yanked my boxers to my ankles and knelt before me.

"Amber..." I said just briefly before she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. If I wasn't hard before, I was steel-rigid now. "Oh, fuck..."

My mind had gotten used to racing over the past few hours. But now instead of racing over the moral dilemmas in my mind, Amber's expert cocksucking had my head spinning.

The way she used her tongue to lavish my head with sensuous caresses. The way her right hand pumped and squeezed my rod. The way her left hand tickled my balls and scraped the underside of my shaft.

I looked down at her, looking so seriously studious in her glasses as she focused on pleasuring my cock. With her hair pulled back, I had a clear view of her face so I could watch her cheeks alternately caving in as she sucked and bumping out as my cockhead pushed against them from the inside.

After only a couple of minutes, she swiveled her blue eyes up to look at me and simultaneously lifted her T-shirt over her tits, letting me see the prodigious mounds swaying in the air, capped with pink nipples.

I was already so tense, so pent-up, and Amber quickly had pushed me to my limits. So when she dove down, driving deeper and harder as my dick began to push into her throat, I felt all the floodgates open. Amber just barely completed her deep-throat, nuzzling her lips against my base before I volleyed the first wave directly into her gullet, causing her to gag slightly before she pulled back so that I could continue firing off inside her mouth.

With every shot, I felt my muscles relaxing. With each continued burst, my mind cleared just a little more. And when I collapsed onto my back across the mattress and Amber's hands squeezed out the last drops, I was totally at peace.

After the mental jumble of the past few hours, I believed I had achieved nirvana.

Amber made a few smacking sounds as she cleaned up what had leaked out onto her face. And then she was kneeling on the bed over me, her tits still hanging out as she hadn't fixed her shirt back just yet. "Feel better?"

"Yeah..." I breathed slowly.

"Still feel like running around the streets like a chicken with its head cutoff?"

I frowned for a second. "I wouldn't have been THAT lost..."

"Riiight..."

"Still worried about having sex with your sister?"

"Huh?"

"David, you can't be afraid to think that way about her. She's a beautiful girl and you're a straight man. You're going to notice that she's got a nice pair of tits." Amber rubbed my head as I wallowed in post-orgasmic mellowness.

"I'm not saying that you should have sex with her or that you shouldn't. All I'm saying is that she needs your love more than ever right now. And you can't hold any of yourself back. She deserves more. If the physical thing is what's keeping you from helping her, from healing her, then you need to fix that in your own head so you can give her all the support you possibly can."

Now Amber fixed me with an annoyed expression as she looked down on me. "Now what do you think is going to happen if she wakes up and you're not in the room with her?"

"Uh, she'll panic?"

"Exactly. So get back in there, babe. There's no one else who can do this for her."

I hesitated just one more time. "Even IF I were to do it. Isn't it too soon after what happened to her?"

Amber smiled wistfully. "People have to get right back in the water. It worked for me. And if you don't, she'll never be able to touch a man ever again."

I sat up gingerly and started picking up my pants. I had been physically drained already from the exhaustive past 24-hours. Yesterday at this time I'd been on a drive with Danielle, feeling as happy as I'd ever been in my life. It's scary how much can happen in a day.

I'd barely gotten any sleep since then, and all that time awake and time stressing was catching up to me. Only my own mental turmoil had prevented me from truly finding rest. But now, Amber and my own orgasm had cleared away that block, for a little while at least. And my body was now seeking recuperation with a vengeance. Already my eyelids were drooping.

Amber kissed my cheek as I walked out to return back to Danielle's room. I smiled at her just before I closed the door. My girlfriend was one in a million.

Danielle had managed alright without me. But the moment I slipped back into bed, she rolled right over and snuggled her head onto my chest once again. And as I wrapped my arm around my sister and cuddled in tight with her, at last I could drift off to sleep and find some mental peace.

***

"Hi, squirt..."

Ever so slowly, my eyelids raised up into my sockets and morning sunlight filled my vision. Warm, yellow rays were peering straight through a crack in the blinds to light up my face. And through that halo of light my vision focused and I saw Danielle's pretty face above me. The swelling on her cheek had subsided, letting both green eyes shine down on me. The bruising would remain for days, extra color splotching her skin. But I looked past all that. All I could see was my beautiful sister's sweet face.

What came next was automatic. I reached my hands up to her, my thumbs rubbing each of her cheeks before I circled my grip behind her ears. And tugging every so gently, I pulled her face down to me.

She let out a breathy gasp, notes of both surprise and happiness in her voice as she parted her lips and met me head on. And then my fingers were tangled in her hair as we both turned our heads fractionally to the sides, pushing our mouths closer together while my tongue speared up at her, meeting her oral appendage as they twisted together in that ancient dance of passion and lust.

Her torso lowered down until she was practically laying on top of me, and as much of a thrill as it gave me to hold Danielle's head to me as we kissed, I absolutely had to feel the bare skin of her back in my palms. My hands dragged down her neck and hurried their way across the cotton of her pajama top. But quickly I found my way beneath the hem, my fingers at last brushing up the silky smoothness over her spine and working their way back and upwards.

For a few long moments we simply remained liplocked as I caressed and massaged, reveling in the absolute surrender to my passion-filled impulses and finding that they somehow did not contradict with my brotherly affection for this sweet girl.

I had feared that guilt would seize me if I ever were to approach this moment, so finding nothing but love thrilled me beyond belief. And now that the final barrier between me and Danielle was gone, I didn't want to waste any more time.

My hands were pulling at her pajama top and Danielle, immediately recognizing what I was doing, lifted her body up so that I could tug the garment to her neckline. And then she let go of my face and stretched out her arms just long enough for me to whip it off of her and leave her nude save for a delicate pair of panties.

When my hands went to her waist, without thinking I circled my hands around and gripped her firm asscheeks. She winced ever so slightly, and only then did I remember the damage that had been done when her rapist had sodomized her. But just when I jerked my hands away as if I had stuck them into a hot fire, Danielle grabbed my wrists and firmly planted my palms back on her buttcheeks.

She gritted her teeth, and then moaned into my mouth as I began to tenderly caress her flesh, taking care to stay away from her anus. And when I moved my fingers to the waistband of her panties, Danielle was quickly squirming up to help me drag the string-like material down her thighs. One at a time, she pulled each leg up until her foot cleared the loop and I once again had my sister fully naked in my arms.

Only this time, I wasn't going to stop at affectionate hugs.

But now, I was wearing too many clothes. It was a problem that Danielle was quick to remedy. I had already gone to bed without a shirt. But after pausing to taste my lips briefly, Danielle straddled my hips and then took a firm hold on both my pajama pants and boxers. And then she began backing off the bed, taking my clothes with her. When she got to my feet, she was able to fling them away and then crawl her way back up my body like a panther stalking its prey.

She was my panther, all sinewy musculature and toned body, truly built for speed. And despite our seemingly mutual feelings of tenderness and affection, Danielle was likeminded in her desire to put that speedbody to use.

We'd waited long enough.

Before I even blinked Danielle had vaulted into my lap and impaled herself upon me, not giving either of us any time for second thoughts or doubts. It was too late now; my cock was fully buried inside my sister's pussy.

"Oh, gawd, David. Fuck me! Fuck me!" she urged while my hands went to her hips and immediately began guiding her as her own legs tensed and relaxed to move her body in a pistoning motion up and down my shaft.

"I'm fucking you, Dani!" I growled into her ear as I sat up and relocated my hands around her back to grab her shoulders and help yank her down onto me with every thrust. "I'm fucking you!"

"Ohmigod YES!" she shrieked and started crying. For a second I worried that she was having some flashback to the rape that was somehow upsetting her, but she smiled deliriously and started peppering me with kisses before she simply slammed her face into mine and shoved her tongue into my throat such that I could feel the vibrations in her throat as she moaned in orgasm.

Danielle had lost the rhythm as she came. And when she relaxed from that first climax she simply stopped and hugged me to her, holding her head over my shoulder. "It's you..." she cried as she rubbed my back. "It's really you... I love you, baby brother. I'll always love you."

"I love you too, Dani." I patted her back.

She pulled back and kissed me again, and her hips began to undulate as she began to work my hard erection with her inner muscles. This time, Dani just pushed against my chest until I was flat on my back, leaning her torso over me to feed her hard nipples to my lips.

"Just lay back. Let big sis take care of you this time."

I mumbled an affirmative around a mouthful of tit. And then Danielle began to ride me.

There was something indescribably different about sex with Danielle. It probably had to do with the family connection, but for the next few minutes I could not even comprehend what was happening between our bodies. All I felt was a wellspring of emotion and passion carrying me higher and higher to a different plane of ecstasy.

It's not that sex with Danielle was necessarily better than with Amber, just uniquely different. In fact, I was pretty certain that on a physical level Amber's body brought me more pleasure. But being with Danielle had me lost in the delirium until the only thing I could feel was the absolute joy as my heart simply exploded.

I was wrapped up in the bliss so that I could barely hear Danielle shrieking or feel my own balls emptying as I blasted over and over again into my sister.

And when it was all done, and Dani was resting her head on the pillow beside me while her chest was crushed to mine, we simply cuddled together and felt absolutely safe, cocooned in a bubble inside which nothing existed but our love for each other.

And I knew we were both healing together.

***

-- Chapter 8 is dedicated to a friend of mine who was raped. Without the power of love, true healing is not possible and rape survivors can only ever be hollow shells of the people they used to be. --

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NEXT: CHAPTER 9



The Book of David Ch. 09



***

-- CHAPTER 9: An Ordinary Life --

***

SPRING QUARTER, SENIOR YEAR (April 2002)

Neither of us quite went back to sleep. We simply held each other with our eyes closed and cuddled in absolute contentment, hoping that the real world would stay away forever.

But it wouldn't.

Danielle had to pee and as she rolled off the bed, my eyes opened up to see where she was going as I felt her weight lift free of the mattress. She came around the bed first, bending down to tenderly press her lips to my forehead.

I think we both felt it then, and I felt my body go slack in mild sadness at realizing it was over. Her kiss was a kiss of sisterly affection, not passion. As good as her lips felt against my forehead, the sexual tension between us was now gone.

The male libido part of me felt saddened at this loss. But the loving brother in me rejoiced. We were moving on. Perhaps Danielle and I would never again make love in a physical sense, but we would be forever bonded in a close way that few siblings ever experience.

When it came time for breakfast, Danielle came down and puttered around with the rest of our roommates in a chipper mood. I'm certain Amber knew exactly what had happened. E-Beth and Diane could have their suspicions and their imaginations were probably working overtime as they evaluated Danielle and me in a slightly tense manner borne of their curiosity.

But between my sister and I? There was no awkwardness, only comfortable familiarity.

There were no questions, only trust.

There was no lust, only familial affection.

She was healing.

***

They caught the rapist two days later. He was an ex-member of a University fraternity that had kicked him out for physically abusing his now ex-girlfriend.

He'd raped before, and DNA evidence eventually linked him to four other unsolved rapes over the past two years. This time, he was dumb enough to go prowling under the same darkened streetlight where he'd snatched Danielle. This time, the coed managed to get to her whistle. This time, heightened security had gotten on the scene before he could get away.

I count myself very lucky that two girls who meant the world to me had their attackers caught. The grim reality was that a lot of sick fuckers got away with it.

Both Amber and Danielle were on my shoulders crying after they heard the news, but after that, there were no more tears. My girls were strong.

***

It was inevitable that Cherys would find out what had happened to Danielle.

Danielle didn't go to work for a few days, just mentally regrouping after everything she'd been through. My guess is that word got to Cherys through some of Danielle's coworkers after that brief absence. Maybe the news got to her a different way. But however she found out, the upshot is that Cherys suddenly arrived at the door on Thursday night, her eyes wild as she immediately begged, "Tell me where she is!"

Without thinking, I just kind of crooked my hand back towards the living room and Cherys burst past me. I was still looking out the door and saw that Cherys had done a piss poor job of crooked parking, her right front tire in the grass and the driver's door still wide open as the car dinged in annoyance that the keys were still in the ignition.

I turned around just in time to see Cherys vault on top of Danielle, who was sitting on the couch chatting with Amber. The gorgeous raven-haired woman was instantly bawling and clutching at her ex-girlfriend with a manic intensity I'd only seen in her occasionally.

Well, it had to happen eventually. I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and then went outside to re-park Cherys' car and bring her keys in.

When I came back, Cherys was still fussing over Danielle's injuries. At least now she was seated on the couch next to Danielle, holding my sister's hand as Danielle rather calmly explained Saturday night's events, starting with our drive into the mountains.

With the painful memories still vividly fresh, Danielle's recounting was quite brief and light on the details. Still, it was horrifying enough that only moments later Cherys was bawling again and gripping Danielle's hands so tightly that her own fingers were turning white.

"Ohmigod, sweetie. I am SO, SO sorry!" Cherys cried.

"It's not your fault..." Danielle tried to soothe. It was amazing. Danielle was the rape victim and she was the strong one offering moral support to her ex.

"If I hadn't broken up with you, you wouldn't have even been there. You would have been HOME, with ME."

"If this, if that," Danielle dismissed with a few waves of her hands. "Believe me, I spent enough time going over the 'if's. I blamed it on you. I blamed it on David. I even blamed it on Amber and E-Beth because I was jealous they got to fuck his brains out. But in the end, the only one to blame is HIM, the dirtbag who did it to me."

Eventually, Danielle got Cherys calm enough to stop crying. Moments later, the dark-haired beauty had her hands wrapped around Danielle's head and her lips pressed tightly to my sister's.

By this point, Amber had circled around to me where she slipped her fingers into mine. She leaned in and clutched my arm, tilting her head to cuddle against me.

Cherys broke the kiss first, staring wild-eyed at her ex-best friend/ex-girlfriend. "Please, sweetie. Take me back. Please..."

Danielle was shocked out of her momentarily blissful feelings and her head jerked back for a moment.

"Please..." Cherys' voice cracked and she was actually wringing their hands together while the tears streamed steadily down her cheeks. "I have been lost without you. Whatever I thought I wanted, I was wrong. I've been miserable for months and it's all because you're not in my life."

Cherys kissed Danielle again, gritting through her teeth in pain. And then she pulled back again. "Please... above everything else I want in my life, I want it to be with you. The rest will have to fit into that."

Danielle suddenly burst into tears as a smile blossomed on her face, so wide that it lit up the room despite the sundown.

Already Amber was now pulling me away, rubbing my hands and positively glowing herself. When she got into one of these moods, I knew I was in for a very pleasant evening of making love.

I let myself be led to the stairs, completely at ease now at leaving Danielle behind me. She was healed. I had done my part. And from what I had just seen, she would never be alone again.

***

SUMMER, POST-GRADUATION (June 2002)

"You feel so good in me, babe..."

I had to admit, this was probably my favorite view in the whole world. I was comfortably lying down with my head and shoulders resting on plush pillows. And I had Amber's gloriously naked body before me as she straddled my hips and slowly rose and fell with the grace and power of the surf breaking against a sandy beach.

I could see the definition of her ab muscles as she twisted and gyrated around my pole embedded inside of her. In the brilliant afternoon light, her body glowed with a light sheen of sweat covering her creamy skin. A little further up, her large, round breasts jutted proudly forward, capped with hard pink nipples that bounced enticingly with her every motion.

Delicate shoulders and a prominent collarbone anchored a graceful neck that led to the crown jewel. Her face was quite pretty to begin with, all high cheekbones and brilliant blue eyes. But with her lips contorted into a passionate moan and her eyes reflecting the light from the window, she now looked an angel descended from heaven to bring me the ultimate in pleasure.

I was half-afraid to touch her, lest I break the spell. No matter, because as we continued on, Amber's own physical ecstasy brought her back down to earth, and importantly, brought her body down to me.

"Aw, fuuuck..." she gasped as she leaned over, at first just pinning my arms back with her hands gripping my wrists, flexing her arms to help her own up and down motions on my cock. Then she curved her back and thrust her tits forward into my face, immediately getting me to start laving her nipples with my tongue and even baring my teeth against the sensitive buds to give little bursts of sensation.

"Oh, baby. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" she whimpered before her hips set off into a spasmodic, uncoordinated thrusting that was more ugly duckling than graceful swan.

No matter, the feelings shooting through her body (and mine) were more important than fluid motion. And after holding myself at the brink to wait for her, I relaxed the tension in my pelvic muscles and surrendered my load, letting it flow out of me to fill my lover with all I had to give while she cried out our mutual climax and slammed her entire torso against me.

When I felt my spasming cock finally still itself inside of her, I reached my hands up to cup her buttcheeks and rub happily while she cooled down and rested on my chest. We lay together for a few long moments before she turned her head to me and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I love you," she murmured.

"I love you too," I replied before we came together in a warm kiss.

When we broke, Amber dropped her elbows and lifted her chest up to get a clear look at me with her hands on my chest. "Ooh," she said in delight as she began to massage my hard pec muscles. She grinned happily. "I do all the work and it feels like you're working out pretty regularly."

"If you call sex a workout, then of course it's pretty regular," I grinned.

But Amber pouted, "But what am I going to do starting Monday? You'll be at your new job and then who's gonna fuck me in the early afternoon? I'm not sure I can wait until you come home!"

I rolled my eyes. Ever since graduation, Amber had been alluding to some fears that somehow my no longer being a student would break us up. "You can fuck the pool boy during the summer. And once school starts again I guess E-Beth will just have to keep you occupied until I get back."

"Ffpt," Amber's lips vibrated. "Not likely. She's getting serious with this Jeff guy. And Diane is FIRMLY hetero."

"You know what they say," I offered. "Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Maybe the sex will be just that much more satisfying when you have to wait for it."

She grinned and was about to say something when we both heard the distant click of a lock opening and then rather loud voices arguing. Amber strained her ears for a few seconds and then exclaimed, "Ohmigod, it's my PARENTS!"

Amber quickly moved off me, pulling her pussy off my cock with a wet squelch and then she hurried into the bathroom to clean herself up. Very quickly, she came back out and started hunting around for her clothes.

I took her cue and grabbed at my shorts. "I thought you said they were going to be out of the country until this weekend?"

"They WERE!" she hissed. "Get dressed."

Somehow, Amber just ran her fingers through her hair and finished the last button on her sundress. She gave me a half-hopeful/half-fearful smile. "Looks like you're finally going to meet them."

***

Satisfied with both our appearances, we calmly opened the door and walked out. The second floor had rooms running the length of the hallway on one side while the other side just had a railing that looked over the vaulted ceilings down to the main floor entrance.

From the upstairs railing, Amber and I could see a distinguished middle-aged couple was now seated in the living room while a maid brought them glasses of wine. A uniformed limo driver was still bringing luggage in through the front door and setting it out on the foyer while other staff came to fetch each bag.

"You guys are home early," Amber said nonchalantly as we descended the stairs.

Amber's mom happened to be looking the other way as she waved a hand dismissively and began complaining, "Well, our travel agent assured us that Santo Domingo had cleaned up in the last decade and that the hotel she booked us into was World-class. Well, it wasn't ANYTHING like St. Croix and-" she cut off as she turned and saw me. "Oh! Who's your guest?"

"Mother, Daddy, this is my boyfriend David."

"Ah, yes," her father stood and straightened the cuffs of his blazer. "Pleased to finally meet you. I understand you've been seeing my daughter for about a year and a half?"

We made it into the living room and I held out my hand to firmly shake with her father. "Yes, about that long Mr-."

"No, no," he waved me off from finishing. "Just call me Robert."

"And I'm Julie." Her mother said, standing up and putting on her socially fake and flirty demeanor like one would put on a new shirt. "Well! He's set the record then, hasn't he?" Then her eyes rolled up the stairs as the initial surprise wore off and she seemed to realize what we had been doing just prior to their arrival.

I felt my back tense up. I don't think any parent ever feels HAPPY about their daughter having sex with her boyfriend, especially in their home while they're out. But Amber's mother surprised me.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I hope we weren't interrupting your afternoon," she apologized as she brought her gaze back down to Amber's.

"No, it's alright mother. We were just talking." It was true. We had finished our playtime and gotten to the post-coital cuddle.

"Good then," her mother smiled knowingly. I got the distinct impression that her mom understood perfectly. "I'm sorry but that so-called vacation was just horrid. I couldn't stand being there any longer so we came home a little early."

Amber's father rolled his eyes as if to say 'I didn't have a problem with it'. But he managed to retain his dignified expression and commented, "Well, this may not have been how you were planning for us to meet your boyfriend, but we're all here now." He then turned to me. "Now David, I'm assuming you planned to spend the whole day with my daughter?"

Mustering up all the confidence I could while delicately trying not to say the wrong thing, I nodded my head and answered, "Yes, sir."

"Well then, since you have the free time, I insist that you stay with us for dinner. But in the meantime, the sun is still out, thank goodness for summer. Do you golf, David?"

"Uh, no sir." It was a sport I always wanted to try, but $100 greens fees seemed a little steep for a college kid's poverty.

"Really? You should learn. Tell you what, give me a few minutes to call the Country Club to get a tee time and arrange some clubs for you, and in no time we'll have converted you from hacker to proper sportsman."

I risked a glance over to Amber, who wide-eyed just nodded her head in a subtle indication to just go along with it. "Sure. It sounds wonderful."

"Excellent. I'll just go make the calls." With that, Amber's father strode off to his study.

That left me standing in the living room with Amber and her mother. "So... were you two having a good time?" her mom asked Amber.

"Well, yes, mother," Amber flustered for a moment as her eyes clearly gave away what we had been doing.

"Interesting..." her mother said speculatively, her eyes clearly evaluating me. Now over the years I'd gotten these looks before, usually from girls in high school or pretty co-eds at college. I had to admit though, as much as I enjoyed the attention, getting 'the look' from Amber's mother kinda freaked me out. "Anyways, so sorry your father is stealing your boyfriend, dear. But at least it will give us a chance to catch up!"

Amber looked like she would rather melt into a puddle. But her expression was all honeyed smiles as she answered, "That sounds wonderful, mother."

***

I have to say, I didn't do too badly. True, I'd never swung a golf club other than those cheap putters playing mini-golf. But I'd always been pretty athletic and by the third hole I could really let 'er rip.

Of course, hitting for distance off the tee is one thing. Chipping with any accuracy is an ENTIRELY different game.

After the round, I massaged out the calluses forming on my hands from gripping the clubs too tightly while Amber's father and I hung out in the lounge with a couple of cocktails.

"Not bad, David," he cheered me. "You'll be a regular Tiger Woods in no time."

"Thank you, sir," I said automatically in respect. But he raised an eyebrow at me. "Er, Robert."

"So what are your plans now, David? Amber tells me that you've just graduated from University?"

"Yes, sir. I mean, Robert. I start at Beckman Engineering next Monday. I only have this week off to take a break."

"Ah, yes. Beckman! Good firm. They're doing well. It's downtown, not too far from the University isn't it?"

"Yes... Robert."

"Well, well. That's not too far from my office. I'm not in there very often, it is a long drive. But I pop in every now and again to make sure they're not driving my company into the ground. We should meet for lunch sometime when I'm in town."

I was seized by momentary fear, a little intimidated by Amber's father and yet hopeful that maybe he liked me. Getting in with the parents would be great for the future, and it seemed that despite 'The Heights' reputation for snobbishness, my lack of social nobility wasn't going to be a deal-breaker in my dating his daughter.

"That sounds great Robert," I answered with full confidence.

He patted me on the back, and for the first time, I started to really think about my long-term romantic future.

***

SUMMER, STAFF ENGINEER (June 2002)

I shot my cuffs and took one more second to make sure my tie was straight. They said the dress code was business casual, but for my first day I wanted to make a good impression. They say its always okay to be too dressed up and never okay to be too dressed down.

Minutes later I was smiling at the matronly receptionist as I told her, "I'm here to see Brianna, in HR."

I sat in the lobby for about five minutes. I was early after all. I tried to calm myself by breathing slowly and absently wiped the nervous sweat from my hand. I already HAD the job, so it wasn't like interview nerves. But a tingle of excitement still zipped up and down my spine. My first real job.

When the security door opened, I immediately stood and got ready to greet the HR staffer who would walk me through my paperwork and get me started. The only problem was that as soon as the attractive brunette came through the door, my tongue immediately tied itself into a pretzel.

She wasn't the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen. Either Amber or Cherys would easily have taken that crown. But she was still quite pretty and her green eyes sparkled.

And yet it wasn't her attractiveness that floored me. I'd been around enough pretty women in my life. It was that she looked JUST like Danielle. Same eyes, similar cheekbones, same curve to her lips. Only her dark brown hair initially set her apart.

I was seized by momentary confusion. Was this my sister come to play a prank on me?

"Hello David, pleased to meet you. I'm Brianna." She reached her hand to shake and I took it numbly. You know how they say you can tell a lot about a person by their handshake? My handshake said I was a limp, spineless fish.

"Uh..., um..."

I was a caveman.

At least her voice was different. And the longer I stared at her face the more I began to pick out the subtle differences. Still, the resemblance was striking. But at least I managed to find my voice.

"Oh, sorry," I muttered as my tone picked up in strength and my grip firmed up. "You startled me, that's all."

Brianna smiled demurely and she blushed.

I immediately realized that she would be under the impression that I was flirting with her. Or perhaps she was getting a mild ego-boost by a handsome guy sputtering nervously around her. "Um, I don't want you to get the wrong impression," I stammered a bit. "But you actually look JUST like my sister."

Her face fell a bit. Not many romantically inclined young people want to be thought of like a family member.




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I hurriedly dug into my pocket to get out my wallet and flipped to a recent picture of me and Danielle.

"Oh, wow..." she said, staring at the photo. "She really does look a bit like me."

I shrugged and then we both looked at each other in awkward silence. I finally sighed and blinked while shaking out my head. "I'm sorry. Can we start over?"

She looked at me oddly as I straightened my shoulders and then confidently took a step forward, extending out my hand. "Hi. I'm David. I start here today."

She grinned and took my hand, this time our handshake expressing confidence and comfortability. "Brianna. Welcome aboard."

***

"How'd it go?"

I let out a light yawn as I stretched across the bed on my back. "Pretty good. They're using the same CAD program we had at school, just a different version. So I'm not too worried about picking up the system."

"Have you actually done any work yet?" Amber asked.

"Nah. Just settling in, raiding the office supply cabinet, ordering business cards, etc. Feels weird. I was there for eight hours and I didn't do a single productive thing."

"Well, getting organized is pretty productive. How's your manager?"

I shrugged "He's a cool guy..."

We spent the next twenty minutes chatting about my first day. I even gave Amber the whole awkward story about meeting Brianna. But in the middle of my analysis 

of the other Engineering nerds I would be working with, my stomach gurgled loudly.

Amber laughed and patted my belly, then turned to rubbing it slowly in a circular motion. "Should I go get us some food? Or should I have my dessert first?" Her circling hand dropped a little lower to run over my crotch.

My prick gave a little stir in response, and for a moment my mind went to war between satisfying my hunger and the always present hunger for sex.

"C'mon..." Amber said seductively. "We have the ENTIRE house to ourselves. Pick the room, any room, any piece of furniture."

I groaned as my imagination started whirling. Danielle had moved back in with Cherys. Diane had gone to her hometown for the summer. And E-Beth was back at her internship. Given a choice between hanging out in her empty mansion with the servant staff all summer or staying with me at our off-campus house, Amber chose to play housewife for a few months.

But just when she got my zipper undone, my stomach growled again, this time much more loudly. Amber started laughing and once I started chuckling myself, the mood was broken.

There would be plenty of time for sex later. I just didn't know if we could wait the proscribed 1-hour's rest before physical exercise.

***

I was just walking up the Starbucks when I caught the reflection of two people behind me in the glass doors. So when I opened the doorway, I automatically turned to hold it open for them.

"Thanks," a sweet voice came before I recognized the face and saw Brianna just behind me, along with another young woman who also worked at our company. "Hi David!" she said brightly.

Ten seconds later we were all in line. It was the morning rush so I figured it would take a couple of minutes before we could place our orders. Meanwhile, Brianna made the introductions. "Kathy, this is David. He just started in Engineering two days ago. David, this is Kathy, she's in Accounting."

I shook hands and politely said, "Pleased to meet you."

"Oh, you want to see the craziest thing?" Brianna said to Kathy excitedly and then turned to me. "Can I see that photo again?"

I knew the one she meant immediately and I dutifully fished out my wallet, handing it to Brianna. The pretty brunette took it and flipped over to the photos. She paused at the first one and her head went back an inch. "Wow..." she said, obviously impressed. "Who is this?"

I leaned over and smiled. "That's my girlfriend Amber."

Kathy rolled her eyes. "You wanted to show me a photo of his girlfriend?" she asked sarcastically.

"No, no," Brianna blushed and then flipped to the next picture. "This one."

Kathy looked, and then LOOKED, leaning down to scrutinize the photo. "Why does he have a photo of you in his wallet?"

Brianna giggled. "That's not me. That's his sister..." she looked to me for a second, "Danielle?"

I nodded in confirmation.

"You're shitting me!" Kathy said a little too loudly. The gentleman in front of us turned and frowned before returning his attention to the barista taking his order.

"Weird, huh?"

Kathy shrugged and tilted her head, still staring at the photo. "Well, at least you know you two would look cute together."

Both Brianna and I blushed. But then it was my turn to order.

***

"Hi Honey! I'm ho—" My voice was abruptly cut off as my jaw hit the floor. "Holy SHIT!" I finished.

"Welcome home, honey..." Amber drawled in a low voice. She was sitting in an armchair wearing nothing but one of my ties. Specifically, my favorite tie and the one I'd worn to my first day of work.

The damn thing never looked that good on me. Right now it was nestled into the valley between her two glorious breasts and pointing straight down across her flat tummy to her neatly trimmed blonde landing strip leading the way to a pretty, pink pussy.

I was getting to like this whole playing house thing.

***

"No way, man. Nothing beats a Red Robin burger."

"Come on! You can't go wrong with Islands."

"Islands? Those things are tasteless bricks compared to Red Robin."

"Why are we having this conversation in a Fuddruckers? We all wanted to come here because THESE burgers are so delightfully AWESOME!"

I grinned and just looked at the three Enginerds arguing. Dan, Vipul, and Marshall were all on the same project team as me and we were all absolutely starving on this Tuesday lunchtime. I thought back to the conversations I had with Nate or Kevin about fast food joints and recalled the same inane arguments about who had the best burgers. Some things just never change no matter how old you get.

Dan was just a year ahead of me and he'd been the newbie on the project until I joined. Vipul and Marshall had both been hired at the same time a few years earlier. The four of us grumbled about forgetting to eat after getting lost in our work on repeated occasions.

Fortunately, our food was ready with relative speed and the four of us were soon chomping down with wild abandon. If any pretty girls could see us now, they'd probably mock us for being such slobs.

"Slow down, boys! The cow is already dead! It's not going anywhere." A sweet voice sounded off behind me.

I turned to see Brianna and Kathy behind us, each holding a buzzer waiting to announce when their own food was ready.

In a deep, raspy voice, I growled, "Mmm... Meat..." and then took a massively big bite out of my burger.

Brianna laughed and then slapped my shoulder, her emerald eyes sparkling. "You're so gross, David. Can we join you guys?"

With my mouth still full, I simply gestured to the empty seats at our six-person table. Brianna sat next to me and Kathy took the spot across from her.

In the corner of my eye, Vipul and Marshall exchanged significant glances and Marshall looked like he was going to go into adrenaline shock just from sitting next to Kathy.

I swallowed my bite and said, "I assume you all know each other?"

The guys nodded but the girls seemed ever so slightly unsure. "Hi Brianna, hi Kathy," Dan offered with a nervous little wave.

"Hi, uh... Dan, right?"

Dan was beaming that the pretty brunette knew his name. But when the girls hesitated another moment, Vipul and Marshall quickly volunteered their names.

"Right, right."

There was about thirty seconds of awkward conversation, and then both girls' buzzers went off and they left to go pick up their food.

The three Engineers immediately focused in on me. "HOW did you get those girls to sit with us?" Vipul immediately asked.

"Do you know them? From outside of work?" Marshall put in.

"No, no. Brianna's in HR and Kathy's in Accounting."

"We KNOW that," Vipul put in. "But Brianna's worked here for two years and she NEVER came to sit with ME."

"Good lord, she's hot," Dan practically swooned.

I just shrugged. "I dunno. She did my paperwork on my first day. We say 'hi' to each other in the hallways. That's it."

"She doesn't say 'hi' to ME in the hallways..."

The boys spent another couple of minutes trying to pry more information out of me, information that I just didn't have. Their excited whispering was soon even louder than their normal speaking voices would have been.

Marshall rolled his eyes. "Look man, we just want to know WHY one of the hottest girls in the entire company is flirting with you."

"Who's flirting?" Brianna asked as she walked up with her tray, a chicken salad artfully piled atop her plate.

"Uh, nothing, nothing," Marshall stammered and then immediately went catatonic.

Kathy sat down with an amused look at Marshall next to her as she picked up her own chicken sandwich. "Uh-huh. You mean Brianna flirting with David here."

"Kathy!" Brianna hissed and turned beet red. "I was not flirting. Besides, I have a boyfriend and HE has a girlfriend."

I waved my hand from guy to guy as if to say "See! I told you so."

"Girlfriend?" Vipul immediately asked.

"Yeah, she's really pretty," Brianna said, happy to deflect the attention for a moment while she picked up a fork and dug into her salad. "He's got a picture in his wallet."

So of course, the wallet photos came out a moment later. The resemblance between Danielle and Brianna had the Enginerds' scientific brains processing for logical explanations. And of course, the glamour shot of Amber had the guys drooling. Dan was actually hyperventilating.

"I'll bet she's not actually your girlfriend," Vipul protested. "I'll bet you've just got a picture in there to show off a girlfriend who doesn't actually exist."

I sighed and flipped to the next photo, with Amber and I snuggling in one of those amusement park photo booths. That shut up Vipul pretty fast.

Suffice to say, within two days of getting back to work, my reputation among the other Engineers at work was skyrocketing.

***

FALL (September 2002)

It was a beautiful day when Cherys and I met as usual. For me, this was an odd reminder that it was just over a year since I made love with her. She was still so beautiful that I couldn't help but briefly fantasize about a repeat.

But that wasn't why we were here.

"Hi gorgeous," I said warmly and pulled her into my arms for a hug.

"Hey David."

Then we both turned and said hello to Ellie.

***

"INCOMING!"

My ears perked up at the panicked bellow behind me and I dodged to the left and out of the doorway. In the corner of my eye, I saw a figure stumbling behind me and then an overstuffed laundry basket thudded to the floor right where I had been standing.

Amber had shrieked in momentary surprise and I immediately looked to her, but now she was just laughing from her seat at the dining table. I then glanced back at the laundry basket, now tilted onto its side with an array of clothes, many still on their hangars, spilling out across the floor.

A thin, bespectacled young man fixed his glasses and then looked up at me sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that. Lost my grip."

I chuckled under my breath. "No problem, Jeff."

"What happened?" E-Beth's shrilly voice came from behind. Then she surveyed the spilled clothes. "Had an accident, honey?"

Jeff just blushed as E-Beth leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before patting him on the shoulder. Then she turned and carried her much smaller bag up the stairs.

A tall, well-built hulk then poked his head through the doorway, easily holding up a very big, very heavy suitcase and not even using the roller wheels. "Need a hand?"

Jeff was already squatting as he righted the basket and began stuffing the clothes back into it. "Nah, Eric, I got it."

I glanced over and reached my hand out to E-Beth's little brother. "Good to see you Eric. More importantly, the football team must be really happy to see you."

He shrugged. "Yeah, we started drills a month ago and Coach says I'm probably going to start the first game."

"Congratulations! You deserve it!" I reached up to give him the usual football jock's hand clasp, but he wasn't looking at me anymore. His jaw was slack and he was kinda staring oddly across the room, so I followed his gaze straight to Amber, who had already turned her attention back to her breakfast.

"Uh..." he began in a low voice. "Uh, hi Amber." The big lug's voice was so low and so soft that I wasn't quite sure she could hear him.

But she did and she flashed him a brilliant smile. All 260 pounds of Eric looked like they could float in the clouds in that moment.

And then E-Beth's voice came screaming down. "Eric! Where's that suitcase?"

***

"So Eric? How does it feel to get out of the house and be on your own?" Amber smiled and then tilted back her iced tea, leaning back into my right shoulder while I wrapped my arm around her waist.

"Uh, well, I'm not really on my own. I got a roommate and Coach has this Senior defensive lineman checking in on me all the time to make sure I'm not getting into trouble." His own glass of iced tea looked so small in his meaty paws, and for a second I thought he'd crush the damn thing before he set it down on the coffee table.

"You know what I mean," Amber drawled. "Off to college. No more parental controls."

"You should talk," E-Beth put in. "Your parents never put any controls on you. Hell, you're fucking David in your own bed every summer, maids around and all!"

Amber grinned. "Like you weren't shacking up with Jeff every night in that apartment you were subletting over the entire internship."

Eric got a pained look on his face. "Can we not talk about my sister having sex?"

I shook my head. "Better get used to it. You're in college now and you'll have to grow up someday."

Amber's eyes speculatively roamed up and down the muscular football player's body. "I'd say he's grown up plenty since I was in High School." There was more than a note of interest in her voice.

I frowned for a second. "Hey, I don't remember you giving me that look after a football game."

"Sure I was. It was just behind your back. I had my snobby reputation to protect back then," she laughed and leaned in more tightly to my side. Then she glanced back at Eric. "Of course, if you looked like THAT back then, I might have jumped you, 'Heights' or not."

Eric went beet red and suddenly found the bottom of his glass to be immensely interesting.

Amber leaned forward, planting her elbows on her knees. I knew from personal experience that her V-necked top sagged when she did that, and when Eric looked up at her, I was rather certain he got an eyeful of Amber's wonderful cleavage. "So whatever happened to that cute girlfriend of yours?"

"Uh..." Eric blinked, obviously trying to tear his gaze away from Amber's tits and up to her face. "Uh, yeah, Amy? She went to a different college so we decided to break up at the end of the summer."

"Aww... poor baby..."

"Amber?" E-Beth exclaimed. "You already trying to set him up?"

Amber waggled her head. "I can think of a few girls who would love to find out if Eric is that thick and muscular all over."

"Ugh!" E-Beth shook her head. "Can we not talk about my little brother having sex?"

"With the way girls flock to the football team?" I grinned. "Better get used to it."

***

"Oh, gawd damn... Take me to bed, David!"

Amber pried her lips off of mine and literally swooned in my arms. I caught her easily and scooped her legs, carrying her into our room and kicking the door closed behind me.

"Take me, take me!" she gasped as I dropped her onto our bed and immediately went to work on her jeans. She just tugged her shirt and bra up above her breasts, bunching up the material around her neck while I stripped her naked below the waist. And then her arms were flailing out to me in desperate need as I stood up to divest myself of my own clothing.

"Take me! Just take me!" my girlfriend pleaded.

My erection was at full mast hearing her beg for me. And when she was in one of these moods, I knew there was no need for foreplay. She was visibly soaking wet. I simply clambered onto the bed, grabbed her arms by her wrists, and then pushed my hips down into hers.

"YES!!!!" she shrieked as I pinned her arms back and my cock speared its way into her wet folds. "Ugh, ugh, YES!"

Unbelievable. Amber had already cum just from my first penetration, her body spasming and her pussy muscles already clamping down on me as she squealed happily.

For a moment all went calm and silent as we lay joined together but unmoving. Amber's head was lolled back and she had a stupid grin across her face with her eyes closed.

And then her head popped up. "FUCK!" she giggled happily. "I've been needing that all fucking DAY!"

I smiled and began to carve my cock inside of her.

"Mmm, baby..." she crooned as she nuzzled her nose against my arms which were still pinning her arms back by her wrists. "My strong man."

I smiled down and purposely flexed my muscles in this position.

"Mmm... fuck me my strong man."

So I did.

The next several minutes were a riot of thrashing, screaming, and bruising each other's bodies. We fucked as roughly and athletically as we had ever done without changing positions. Amber was simply an insatiable maniac beneath me, flinging her body upwards and thrusting her hips at me with every ounce of energy she had while I did my best to literally fuck her through our mattress.

I lost track of how many time she howled in ecstasy. But I definitely felt the teeth marks of her last orgasm as I slammed my hips down into her willing cunt a final time and simply exploded, expelling a torrent of jism deep into her body.

And yet she wasn't done.

Amber rolled over beside me, laying her left hand on my chest and leaning forwards to attack my mouth with her own. Her kiss was wet and sloppy and oh, so exciting, sending a fresh surge of adrenaline through my body even though we had just completed a rather vigorous round of copulation.

Her left hand slid down my torso until her fingertips circled around my limp member. And then she pulled her head away to whisper in my ear, "Fuck my ass, babe... Ream me out and never let me forget it!"

My eyes went wide at this proclamation. Amber's forays into anal sex were few and far between. But before I could say something in response, she was slithering down my body until I could feel her hot breath on the sensitive skin of my reviving penis. And then pinching it in her fingers she raised my dick up and then sank her lips down to the base.

"Oh, baby..." I groaned as I ran my fingers through Amber's hair. She whimpered with a definite note of desire in her voice. I thought about that for a second, and then she sighed happily when my hands tightened around her head as I began to forcefully guide her up and down my growing shaft.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" she was moaning around my cock, breathing loudly through her nose while her nostrils flared. I got a new grip around her cheeks and ears and slowly tugged her downwards, forcing my cock into the back of her throat as Amber visibly tried to relax her muscles and take me all the way in.

When she accomplished the deep throat, I pinned her there for a few seconds, watching her baby blue irises as they stared up at me in adoration. And just when I began to see the tightening in her eyes, I pulled her up and let her breathe for a few seconds before tugging her back down and lodging myself deep into her throat once again.

After the third plunge into her gullet, with Amber's lips trapped around my base and the first tears of strain starting to roll down her cheeks, I let her up again. And this time, I gave her a good five seconds of gasping air before I began to fuck her face.




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Amber was moaning in delight as I forcefully used her, pistoning her head up and down with her lips forming a tight ring of pleasure around my shaft. I felt such a rush of power through my forearms as I used her mouth like a masturbatory tool, and all too quickly I felt myself coming to the brink of orgasm.

But we weren't done yet. I let go of her head and let Amber continue her fellatio on me, this time a little more slowly while inhaled the precious oxygen. But I didn't want her to recover too much. Not yet.

My hands quickly rifled through the nightstand until I found the Astroglide. And then I was pulling my cock away from my girlfriend as I directed her onto her stomach, flat across the bed with her legs together.

She was still gasping for air, having never quite caught her breath when I simply stuck the nozzle in her anus and began to squeeze. After lubing up myself, I pried Amber's buttcheeks apart while I straddled her legs, and aiming my prick down I pushed my way forward until the mushroom head popped through her lubricated sphincter.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck..." Amber gasped with her head to the side, her arms stretched out limply before her. And then she automatically sucked in her breath and tensed her body as I began to push my way deeper into her bowels.

The tight clamp of her ass muscles around me was seriously slowing me down, so I grabbed her tense shoulders and physically shoved them to the sides and against the mattress, pinning her in place while I leaned up and growled into her ear. "Take me, baby. Take all of my thick cock up your ass. Relax... just take it..."

"Ooohhh," Amber moaned and quivered as I continued pushing until I was balls deep into her anal chute.

And then the fucking began.

By the time we were done, Amber was a puddle of jello against the mattress, not a single tense muscle in her body. She was drooling, covered in sweat, and leaking semen from both nether orifices. Her eyes fluttered on the brink of consciousness.

It was a stark contrast to just a minute before, when we flailed against each other in the final stretch towards climax. Then, all of her muscles had been tense as she actually managed to elevate her body onto all fours and buck her ass back at me while I did my best to piledrive her right back down into a flat position on the bed.

Her tits had been crushed to the mattress while her ass was in the air, still shakily supported by her knees as I had lunged forward a final time, spewing gallons of cum into the depths of her rectum.

But now, she was her puddle and I was upright, erect in a kneeling position with my chest forward in a proud moment like a conquering king. My thighs and arms burned from the exertion, but it was a good feeling.

When Amber had finally recovered enough to flip her head back to face me, she gave me a weak smile.

At that sign, I let the egotistical adrenaline drain out of my limbs as I leaned down and tenderly kissed her with all the love I could feel in my heart.

We kissed long enough that we both had to catch our breaths again when we finished. And then I lay down beside my lover and propped up my head on one elbow. "What was that all about?" I asked softly.

Her eyes darted up and to the left side for a moment. "Oh, nothing..."

"Don't lie to me. That was a lot more than 'nothing'."

She grinned. "Just wanted to feel my strong man taking me."

I nodded knowingly, with one eyebrow arched. "This wouldn't have anything to do with Eric coming by the house, would it?"

Amber blushed and looked down, giggling. "Well, maybe a little..." she said quietly.

I reached out with my free hand and ran my knuckles softly against her cheek. "You could, you know. I wouldn't mind."

Her eyes snapped back up to me. "You wouldn't?"

A faraway gaze settled into my eyes. "I see the way he looks at you. It's the same way I used to look at Cherys when I was in high school. That boy has a serious crush on you."

Amber waggled her head. "I know..."

"You do?"

She smiled. "He was just a skinny little freshman when E-Beth and I were Seniors. I told you, he followed me around like a puppy dog."

"You're his dream girl. I can't get jealous over that." I glanced over and saw the ridiculously pleased look in Amber's eyes. She rather liked the idea of being someone's dream girl.

"And besides," I offered. "Fair is fair. I've gotten so much pussy since we got together and you haven't had any new dick."

"I haven't needed any dick besides you."

"Maybe. But if you want him... It's just sex. I LOVE you."

Amber leaned in and kissed me. "I love you, too." She giggled again and looked off to the side. "He's just so... BIG. It makes me wonder if he's, well, big EVERYWHERE."

I chuckled. "Maybe you should ask E-Beth."

She barked a laugh. "Oh, she'd just LOVE me asking that, wouldn't she?" Despite her sarcasm, her eyes went down again as she mused on that. "But then, she might actually know."

I then thought about it. "Y'know... you probably should ask E-Beth first, either way. Fucking your best friend's brother behind her back might not be such a good idea."

"And if she's okay with it?"

"I'm okay with it..." I thought back about it. "Hmm... how would you like to have both of us at the same time?"

Amber giggled and pushed half of her face into the mattress, her eyes beaming as the gears were obviously turning in her head. Maybe she'd do something soon. Maybe she'd just think about it for a while. But I knew she'd eventually fuck his brains out.

***

"Hey, David. Taking a break?"

I glanced up to see Brianna heading for the coffee pot. "Something like that," I answered before looking back down at the small paperback in my hands.

She peered over my shoulder. "Reading?"

I grinned without turning around. "Something like that." And then I reached out and filled in a 5 in the appropriate place.

"Wait, that's not a novel. What IS that?"

"Sudoku," I pointed out the title with my pen. "It's a Japanese puzzle game. Never caught on here. But if you ask me, in a couple of years this little game will be as popular as the crossword puzzles in newspapers."

"Yeah right," Brianna rolled her eyes. Then she looked down at the puzzle I was working on. "Is it hard?"

"It can be." I scribbled in a 7 into a new square.

"So... your idea of taking a break is to come in here and do a mentally-draining puzzle."

I shrugged and finally turned to face her. Because Brianna had been leaning over to see the newspaper, I suddenly found myself just inches away from her lips. "Something like that," I said softly.

We just kind of stared at each other for a minute. But she flinched first and then went over to pour her coffee, her back to me as she deliberately avoided looking at me.

I found myself looking Brianna up and down for the umpteenth time, today in her smooth black miniskirt and green blouse that brought out the color in her eyes. My Enginerd coworkers were right: Brianna was hot. And with Amber putting her new seduction plan into action on Eric, my mind was drifting into idle fantasies about the sexy brunette who called up memories of Danielle in a very naughty way. She would be the best of both worlds, reminding me of my illicit sister and yet not actually related.

But then Brianna finished with her cream and sugar and she started to turn around. I jerked away a little too quickly, and then grimaced as I realized I'd been caught checking her out.

A moment later, Brianna slid into the chair next to me and tugged it closer to my side. She gave no indication that she'd noticed me ogling her. And all she said was, "Teach me."

I picked up the pen and pointed to the Sudoku puzzle. "You sure?"

She gave me a brave smile and teased, "You can do it. How hard could it be?"

***

"Mmm... smells really good, Jen." I closed my eyes and just inhaled the wonderful scent. Some kind of chicken roast if I had to guess.

After savoring the sensations, I complained, "You have it sooo easy." I opened my eyes and looked to the left, where Kevin was busy staring at the TV and ignoring my jibe. It was football Sunday, and I'd gotten into the habit of hanging out with Kevin to watch the games every week. My own roommates had zero interest.

Jen poked her head out from the kitchen. "What, doesn't Amber take good care of you?"

"Sure... GOOD care," I grinned salaciously. "But not in the stomach area. Why do you think I keep coming here every week?"

"Dude, I thought it was to hang out with me and watch the games!" Kevin protested.

"Sorry to break the news to you. But I can't be telling my girlfriend she can't cook worth shit. Not her fault, she's got servants to do that. So football makes for a good excuse."

"And she doesn't wonder why you always stick around for dinner?" Jen asked as she leaned against the doorway. "That Amber's a smart cookie. She knows."

I grinned and picked up my beer can. "Yeah, she knows."

An hour and a half later, I let out a loud belch and patted my belly in blissful contentment. "Jen, you are amazing!"

"I know," she answered. Then she elbowed Kevin in the ribs. "It's nice to hear that once in a while. SOMEONE doesn't compliment my cooking enough."

Kevin grinned. "That's because it has become the status quo. It's not my fault you've acclimated me to such a high standard of excellence." Then Kevin's grin became a leer. "Besides, SOMEONE doesn't compliment my OTHER skills enough."

Jen started giggling as Kevin leaned in and began raining kisses along his girlfriend's shoulder and neck.

I took that as my cue to leave. "I'll catch you guys next time," I said as I slid my chair back and got up. They weren't paying any attention to me.

By the time I got to the door, I think Kevin had his hands in Jen's pants, the way she was moaning. I shook my head and let myself out.

Fifteen minutes later I was back home. Unsurprisingly, with a good meal in my belly and the pleasant high of watching my favorite team win their football game, I was now in search of a different kind of satisfaction, the kind Kev and Jen were working on right now.

The house was quiet as I made my way up to my bedroom. I popped the door and let a predatory grin cross my face as I snuck up behind Amber, who had her hair in a ponytail and her wire-rimmed glasses on as she hunched over her desk.

My hands slid to her shoulders and Amber jumped an inch when I touched her. "AAH!" she shrieked.

"Hi..." I drawled in my best deep and sexy voice. My hands held her in her seat and then began massaging with firm strokes.

"David, you scared me!"

"Sorry." I kept massaging her shoulders and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "How can I make it up to you?" My tone made perfectly clear my less than honorable intentions.

Amber let out a long sigh. "Well, your hands feel really good. But I'm sorry. I've got a big test tomorrow and this class is really, really important for my applications to Med School."

Her tone was not what I'd been hoping for. My idealized plan for this evening began and ended in sexual playtime with Amber. E-Beth was busy getting steady with Jeff and Diane had just started seeing a new guy herself.

I sighed and kept up my massage. Looked like it would just be me and my hand tonight.

Turned out I was wrong. I was already in bed, sleeping fitfully and without release when Amber finally crawled in beside me in the early AM hours. I didn't wake up until the head of my cock lodged in the back of her throat. And once I finally expelled all my tension into her gullet, she patted me and put me back to sleep.

Who needed E-Beth or Diane? I had the greatest girlfriend in the world.

***

WINTER (December 2002)

I scanned the crowd, flitting past familiar faces and instead looked for my "crew". Once I spotted them, I squeezed Amber's hand and nodded in their direction.

"You ready?" she asked me. "Your first company Christmas party. You'll have to mingle and network with all the bigwigs before the night is done.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I paused and looked my date up and down. Her blonde hair was in a classic updo, with loose tendrils framing either side of her face. Expensive jewelry adorned her ears and neckline, leading the way to a plunging red dress that emphasized her cleavage and was already drawing attention from all around us. "I'm fine as long as I'm with you," I said with total sincerity.

"Aww, that's sweet."

"Well actually," my tone shifted to humorously casual. "With you standing next to me, my bosses won't care what's coming out of my mouth as long as they can stare at you."

Amber just smiled and hugged my arm. Then we headed off to meet the Enginerds. They were pretty stationary around a table. Actually, most of the Engineers were relative wallflowers and grouped together for support. I actually saw one guy diagramming out a new schematic for some project, despite the fact that we were supposed to be having fun instead of working this evening.

In any case, all conversation died at the table as we approached. Marshall's jaw was already on the floor and Vipul was obviously ogling all the cleavage he could before his date smacked his arm.

"Hi guys," I said casually. "I'd like to introduce you all to Amber."

"Hello," she offered and then politely began shaking hands. Vipul was with his date, the daughter of a friend of his mother's. Dan was with his girlfriend. And Marshall was flying solo.

At first, we all tried to make positive small-talk. The guys regaled the girls with stories of some of our office exploits and the little competition brewing between "Dan & Dave". It wasn't much of a competition, but most of the office enjoyed the idea of a Dan & Dave rivalry.

But after a while, the four Enginerds (yes, me included) got hung up on some technical discussion and the girls found their own conversation. Amber figured out what was going on and tried to politely engage us all once again. But in the end, she was saved by an Executive VP walking by and calling my name.

The three musketeers shut up behind me, leaving poor D'Artagnan on his own as they melted into the background. But Amber stepped to my side as we politely greeted the EVP and his wife, and then I introduced my date.

His eyes dropped to Amber's chest before he schooled his features and pointedly looked her in the eye. "You're Robert's daughter, aren't you?"

Amber blushed and said "Yes I am."

"I go golfing with him every now and again. Be sure to say hello for me the next time you see him."

Amber smiled, "I will."

He then turned to me. "I'm hearing great things about you, David. You seem to be one of the rising stars in the company."

"Oh, well, I've only been here a few months, sir."

"Call me Stan."

"Stan. Of course. Well, I'm doing my best."

"See to it that you keep it up. That project of yours is being fast tracked by the Executive Committee. But you didn't hear that from me."

I grinned. Things were about to get a lot more high profile. "Of course not. Thank you... Stan."

He smiled and waved, pulling his wife along with him. "Have a good evening."

I was just glancing back to see where my supposed friends had disappeared to when a new voice crept up behind me.

"Wow... you've got an EVP coming up to you during the Christmas party. Things must be looking up." I recognized Brianna's voice. "Hi David."

Amber and I turned to see the newcomer and Amber gasped when she saw Brianna's resemblance to Danielle.

"Hello Amber," Brianna greeted and reached out her hand to shake. "I'm Brianna."

"Merry Christmas," Amber quickly got over her shock. "I see that you look just as David described."

"Weird, huh?" She smiled and my eyes were darting back and forth between the pretty brunette and my hot blonde girlfriend. It was their first meeting and I was really curious to see how they would get along.

"So where's your boyfriend, Brianna?" I asked. "I was looking forward to meeting him for the first time."

"Uh, we're not together anymore," she said while nodding her head and shrugging. Clearly, she'd been the one to break things off.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Something bad happen between you two?"

Brianna just shook her head and shrugged again before fixing me with an intense look. "I just realized that he wasn't the kind of man I really wanted to be with." Her green eyes stayed locked onto mine for just a second too long, and when she turned to smile at Amber I felt a little shiver go down my spine.

Now I really wanted to know how Amber was going to react. My girlfriend had shown a surprising lack of jealousy over the course of our relationship, despite watching me fuck quite a few other girls. But none of those girls really had any long-term designs on me.

Brianna on the other hand...

Even while she was talking to Amber, she was playing with her hair and giggling just a little too much. Maybe she was slightly buzzed from the cocktails, but it was more than that. I further tensed up when Brianna would find little ways to touch my arm or slap my shoulder after a joke that really wasn't THAT funny.

As it was, the two girls launched into a giggling conversation that flowed easily and comfortably. Maybe Amber didn't pick up on Brianna's vibes towards me. Maybe Brianna didn't really have any serious interest that Amber might consider a threat.

Either way, there wasn't going to be a catfight, and after expelling my nerves with a long, slow exhalation, I just settled in to enjoy the party.

***

I was humming along to the Christmas music playing on the stereo as I hopped down the stairs. E-Beth was one of those Christmassy kind of people, loving to hear the classics while she studied, clad in a bright red and green set of pajamas she pulled out every year. She was as expected, studying for her finals at the dinner table with Diane.

"Well, I'm off to go drink some beers and veg out while watching football," I informed them in a sing-song voice. I'd already made plans to join Kevin and Jen at their place to catch some December playoff-implication games.

"Get bent," came Diane's curt reply.

"My my... have some stress you need to blow off?"

E-Beth deliberately stood up and then promptly bent at the waist so that her pajama top hung down and visually proved her large breasts were unfettered by a bra. My gaze automatically lowered but E-Beth just grinned and teased, "We have boyfriends for that now, thank you."

David 0, Girls 1.

I'd poured some coffee and began to sip it to buy myself some time to come up with a witty reply. But before I could, Amber bounded into the room fully dressed and ready to go out. I frowned at her. "Where are YOU going?" Then I took another sip.

"Oh, I thought I told you. Brianna invited me to do some Christmas shopping with her."

I choked on my coffee. A moment later, Amber was patting me on the back and grinning down at me.

"We have SOOO much to talk about! A lot of it about YOU!" She pecked me on the cheek and then whirled out the door.

My life was actually getting weirder.

***

WINTER (January 2003)

"Hey Eric."

"Hey David. What's up?" the big lug answered his cell phone in a rumbling baritone.

"Well I wanted to say congratulations on you guys winning that bowl game. Two sacks and a forced fumble?"

I swear I could hear his grin through the phone. "Yeah. We did good."

"Anyways, the reason I'm calling is that Amber had some new furniture delivered. Fact is, I can't get it upstairs and set up all by myself. And you know how the girls are at helping me out."

"Don't worry about it," Eric said genially. "I got some stuff to do but I'll be there in an hour or so."

"Great! See you then." I smiled and then hung up the phone. Then I turned to my girlfriend. "He'll be here in an hour."

Amber's blue eyes sparkled and she got a very naughty expression on her face.




The Book of David Ch. 09



"You know, we probably didn't need to make up a story to get him here." I mused. "I could have just said 'Amber wants you to come over so she can seduce you' and he would have been here right away."

The impish blonde just sidled up closer to me and started running her hands down my chest. "But if you did that..." She sank to her knees and began unfastening my jeans. "We wouldn't have time for this."

I couldn't argue with her logic. I had to admit, the idea of watching Amber get royally fucked had some twisted part of my mind rather excited. It would be like watching porn, only live and with people you actually knew. And I really wanted to see this woman I loved get the pleasure from her little fantasy.

Amber was already licking my growing erection from base to head when I groaned and said, "I still can't believe E-Beth agreed to this."

Amber kissed the tip and paused long enough to shrug and say, "She couldn't really say 'no.' She knows I've been her brother's fantasy for years..." And then Amber's mouth descended around my prick.

I groaned in pleasure and rubbed her head. "Yeah, but she still had to get out of house – far, far away from here and away from the idea of her brother having sex with you. I don't think she's coming home tonight, just in case."

Amber grinned with my cock still stretching her mouth. She popped off and giggled, "More time for me to play... with BOTH of you!"

***

I leaned back across the bed, my arms folded behind me as a headrest while I looked into the opening to the vanity area. "It just occurred to me. How come when I had my little fantasy moment with Cherys, I had to do the full-blown romantic date thing and Eric just has to come over and drop his pants?"

Amber was finishing the last touches on her hair in the mirror, wearing just a simple bathrobe that was unbelted and thus exposed a wide expanse of her cleavage down the middle, including both nipples. My question was directed towards the reflection of her tits in the mirror.

She cocked her head to the side. "Girl's fantasy... guy's fantasy. You've got to sweep a girl off her feet to put her in the perfect mood. Guys just want the girl to walk up half-naked and beg to fuck them."

I nodded to her tits. "Makes sense."

Amber caught my gaze and rolled her eyes. "Okay... I'm putting them away now." But first, she dropped the robe and let me ogle her in all her naked glory. Then she moved in front of her closet and began to fish out a VERY enticing lingerie set I was intimately familiar with.

The white thong panties went on first, the crotch just barely big enough to cover her slit and cut low enough to expose Amber's closely trimmed blonde patch. Then came the lacy white bra, the netting sheer enough to expose her nipples and with a little white bowtie front-enclosure. Last was a short, white silk robe left open from throat to tails. With her hair piled up and the all-white ensemble, she looked like an angel.

Eric's perfect dream girl.

Lastly, we set the mood. Amber had chosen this time specifically because the afternoon light would come through her window at just the right angle. When the curtains were pulled closed except for the last two feet, shining rays would pierce through and spotlight her place on the bed, illuminating her and her alone. Several candles were spotted around the room, and a special mp3 mix was set softly from my computer speakers. There would be no doubt as to what it all meant.

Amber had been flirting with Eric for the entire first quarter, subtly weaving her web of seduction under the guise of flirting just for the fun of it. Eric was only too happy to get whatever attention he could. He rarely visited when E-Beth wasn't home, but in the last few weeks, he'd started dropping by without purpose just to see if he could bask in Amber's glow.

I knew Eric would be ready and willing. And Amber had built up this day in her head enough to get rather excited herself. But just when we finished all the settings, she turned and looked at me with an uncharacteristically nervous expression on her face.

"It's been a long time since I had anyone but you..." she said in a half-whisper.

Without another word, I quickly crossed the room and seized her in my arms, squeezing roughly to remind her that I could take her any time I wanted. I bent her backwards, dipping until her she was parallel to the floor. And then my mouth planted onto hers as I gave her the most passionate and powerful kiss I had in me. I was turned on by the idea and I wanted her to know it.

When I finally stood Amber up, she was panting softly and her legs quivered. I let one hand run between her legs and found that she was copiously wet.

"Mmm... my strong man..." she mumbled.

And then the doorbell rang.

"That'll be him." I kissed my girlfriend one more time on the nose. "Showtime."

I went out the door as Amber got herself situated on the bed. We were the only ones home as E-Beth was out with Jeff, probably until tomorrow. And Diane had started seeing her latest new guy and wouldn't be back until late evening.

When I opened the door, Eric said "Hey, Dave" and held out his hand for me to slap in a half-high-five.

"C'mon in."

His eyes darted around quickly. "So where's the furniture?"

"Hmm?" Then I remembered the story. "Oh, yeah. Uh, the delivery guys were only paid to drop it off, not carry it into the house so they left it in the living room. But why don't you come up first? I'll show you what we need to do."

His eyes roved across the doorway to the living room, not seeing any signs of boxes. I had to remember that Eric might look and act like a big lug, but he was E-Beth's little brother and he had a sharp set of brains to match.

I quickly hustled my way up the stairs and thankfully he followed rather than wait around and inspect the living room. We quickly came to the bedroom I shared with Amber. I knocked twice and then opened the door.

Eric followed me in, taking a moment to adjust his eyes to the dimmer lighting. And then that slack-jawed dazed expression was on his face. "Holy shit..."

Amber was lying on her side, legs scissored together with her left hand caressing a bare thigh. Her body formed a wonderful hourglass figure, with her trim waist dipping after the hip before rising once again to her left shoulder. She'd perched her head on her right hand, supported on its elbow. And topping it all off were her sparkling blue eyes as her entire body was haloed by the rays of light coming through the window.

"Hi Eric..." she drawled in a sweet, seductive voice.

"Holy shit..." he exclaimed again, and then glanced over to me.

But I was already backing out of the room and closing the door. By agreement, we knew he would be far less nervous if I was gone. Once they got rolling, I could probably come back in without anyone minding.

Poor, sweet Eric. The last thing I heard him say was, "Oh, oh, Amber I'm sorry. If I'd known I would have taken a shower before I came over."

"Don't be," she giggled. "You smell like a MAN."

And then I closed the door.

***

There was a muffled thump from upstairs, followed by a girlish "oooh!" I smirked to myself and screwed the cap back onto the 64oz Gatorade I'd been chugging. I figured I'd need some extra fluids and electrolytes for this night.

After popping it back into the fridge, I turned and headed up the stairs.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." I could hear Amber chanting, the sound accompanied by a rhythmic thumping of some sort.

Silently, I opened the door and it swung back to slowly reveal a sight I honestly never thought I would see. But just because I didn't expect it didn't mean I wasn't pleased to see it.

Eric was standing off to the side of the room, completely naked with every muscular bulge on display. He had Amber's back pinned against the wall with her ass in his hands and her legs wrapped around his waist. Amber was not a small girl. She was 5'10" and had the heft in her tits and ass to match. And yet his arms betrayed no strain as he held her up easily, drilling his cock into her in a steady pumping motion.

My beautiful blonde girlfriend, for her part, just had a wildly delirious look in her eyes as her hands squeezed his biceps while he fucked her into the wall. Her mouth gaped open as she kept up a whimpering chant of "oh"s as Eric repeatedly filled her and retreated only to fill her again.

I watched as she suddenly dug her heels into his ass, pulling her ankles together as she squealed. And then her body locked up as an orgasm swept through her, her voice a strangled gasp as she clutched even tighter to the beefy young man.

Like a locomotive, he just kept up his metronomic thrusting into her climax and through to the other side.

I crossed the room and sat down on the bed. I had a new erection and absentmindedly I slipped my hand into my jeans to grab a hold of it.

When she came down from her high, Amber's eyes opened up and she saw me, fitting me with a fresh smile. Her current lover was still oblivious, and he continued sawing in and out of her with powerful strokes.

"Oh, Eric... Fuck me," she breathed. "Fuck me..."

Her words were directed to him but it was clear her statement was for me. She was truly enjoying this and she was only too happy to let me know. The delight in her eyes was unmistakable.

I watched as his hips began to speed up, his asscheeks clenching tighter with the stronger exertion. He looked far from being tired but rather he was panting out of sheer excitement. "Oh, Amber!" he cried as he began to thrust harder and faster, pumping away as orgasm's horizon got closer and closer.

Amber was now a rag doll in his arms, his hurried pistoning in and out of her violently jerking her body against the wall and up and down in his grasp. She shut her eyes and her mouth gaped open again, a low howl building from deep in her gut as his powerful body was pulling her along with him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she chanted and then shrieked as she climaxed again, spasming out of control so that her flailing arms slapped into the wall at odd intervals, her body's jerking out of sync with his thrusting. And then Eric's hips went into overdrive as he was just about to let loose as well.

But Amber had other plans. When she recovered just enough she leaned into his ear and husked, "I want to swallow it."

Eric's head jerked back.

"I want you to shove your thick cock into my mouth and drown me in your sperm. I want to taste you on my breath every time I burp for the next week. I want- Ahh!"

Amber shrieked when Eric abruptly dropped her to the ground, settling her onto her feet and then her knees as she quickly placed her face in front of his crotch. I got my first good look at Eric's prick, noting how truly big it seemed, just like the rest of him.

Amber had already shown a talent for deep-throating me, but this was going to be a challenge. Still, she did her best to cram as much of his meat into her mouth as she could. And with her hand flying back and forth and corkscrewing at the same time along his shaft, Eric soon bellowed out his release and flooded her oral cavity with his creamy white spunk.

She was staring up at Eric's face and her eyes went wide as he began pouring away into her. Years of repressed desire were emptying out of him and he immediately looked light-headed, completely stupefied that his fantasy had become reality. I knew how he felt.

Amber took everything he had to give her, save for a couple of droplets that leaked out onto her chin. And after she squeezed out his last pulse, she gaped her mouth open wide and showed him the pool of cum she had collected there.

Tilting her head back, she gulped once and then showed him it was all gone.

He staggered back a few steps. Personally I was just surprised that he didn't pass out. But his senses quickly came back to him when she rose and enfolded the big guy in a warm hug.

"Thank you Eric. That was wonderful."

He wrapped her up in his arms and I swear he started to cry from happiness. His dream girl was thanking HIM. She pulled away and then kissed him on the cheek. "You sit down and rest now. I'm going to go play with my boyfriend a bit. And when you're ready, I want your next load inside my pussy."

Eric followed Amber's naked body as she passed him and then crawled onto the bed beside me. His eyes went wide in surprise when he saw me. But I just grinned and gave him a thumbs up as Amber worked my jeans off and then began to bob her head up and down my erect cock.

Her bare ass was waving straight back at him, wiggling enticingly. Amber had said 'when you're ready'. From the way he was staring at her ass and the fact that he was still a teenager, I didn't think it would be very long before he was ready.

***

Eric screwed Amber to one orgasm from behind while she was sucking my dick, and then we fulfilled one of Amber's great fantasies. She mounted Eric while he was flat on his back and then I got to my knees behind her and entered her ass, completing Amber's first ever DP.

After I spunked into her ass and Eric filled her pussy, her eyes had just rolled up into her head and she'd passed out, leaving Eric and I looking at each other and grinning like idiots.

I got her into the shower and cleaned us both up while Eric took the other bathroom. And then the three of us rendezvoused in the kitchen to get some nutrient-replacement.

At first, Eric felt rather awkward now that his conscience was back in control, as compared to his lust. He was definitely cognizant of the fact that Amber was holding my hand while she ate her dinner.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"A little weird," he admitted. His eyes were still drifting down to Amber's chest, as if recalling from memory what she looked like naked beneath her clothes.

"Don't feel weird," I assured him. "You certainly weren't feeling weird twenty minutes ago."

He blushed as he remembered what positions we were in back then. "I still can't believe it."

"Believe it," Amber laughed. "I'm going to be sore for days by the time I'm through with both of you."

Eric sat up straight. "You're not done with us yet?"

She grinned. "Nope. I've got a head full of fantasies and our roommates won't be back until tomorrow."

I smirked at him. "Think your mind can be blown for a few more hours?"

Eric's gaze dropped again to the wobble of Amber's braless tits beneath her shirt. "I'm willing to find out."

***

We didn't stop until sometime around 2 AM. By then, the three of us had tried out just about every possible combination of two guys and a girl. She'd even tried to get Eric into her ass but he was just too thick. But still, by the time we were through, Amber had taken cum into all three orifices and had it sprayed all over her body: face, tits, belly, you name it. We all needed showers again before we could finally go to sleep.

Even then, Amber had tried to get Eric off in her mouth one final time but he just couldn't get it up any more. Amber had already wrung every last drop out of him.

When I woke up, I had Amber cuddled up against me but the other side of the bed was empty. Eric was already gone. I was surprised. If anyone was going to be completely wiped out and sleep in until noon, I thought it would be Eric. Amber had just used him up that much.

I slipped out of the bed and got into my pajamas, then I headed down the stairs to find Eric sitting in the living room with a fresh cup of coffee. I poured myself one and then went to join him.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

He smiled and then looked over at me. "A little weird."

"Still?"

"Well, not as bad as before."

"Bad enough that you couldn't sleep."

His lips were a tight smile before he took another sip. When he drank some down he glanced over at me. "Too much to think about."

"I know how you feel." I held his gaze. "Really, I know. I'd been obsessed with Cherys for years and years growing up."

He looked up contemplatively for a moment. "Cherys... Wasn't she your old girlfriend's big sister?"

"Yeah..." I looked down for a moment at the memory of Ellie. "Guess you wouldn't have really known her. We all graduated before you got to High School. But the point was that she was my dream girl from the time I grew hair on my balls."

Eric's eyes unfocused as he thought back on his own fantasies. "Like Amber..."

"Yep..."

He looked over at me again. "You knew?"

I snorted. "Eric, EVERYONE knew."

His head jerked and he got a slightly frightened look on his face. Not something you'd expect from an impressive-looking man like him. "Did Amber? Did she... you know... out of pity for..."

"No, no," I soothed him. "Believe me. She wanted to because she was attracted to you. That you'd been crushing on her for the last four years just made it sweeter. But if she wasn't into you, she wouldn't have done it."

"Okay, okay," he seemed relieved.

"So the question now is: How do you feel? Do you feel the same way you did two days ago?"

He sat and thought about that long and hard, just cradling his coffee mug, dwarfing the ceramic in his big hands. I sipped my coffee and stayed quiet to let him think.

At last he answered "No." He sat up straight and inhaled. "I feel... a lot less tense. And I feel... relieved. And I feel... kind of sad."

"Why?"

"It's over. My fantasy, it's over. I'd been dreaming about what it would be like to be with Amber for so long."

"Disappointed?"

"Not at all! She was AMAZING." He smiled and mentally replayed all that we had done. "But now... I've LIVED my fantasy."

"So does that mean you wouldn't want to have sex with her again?"

He blushed and looked at me sheepishly. "I wouldn't say THAT... Your girlfriend is still fucking GORGEOUS." Then he looked inward again and took another sip of coffee. "But the weight is off my chest now. The desperate desire that I've had buried inside me for so long is gone. You know?"

I thought back to Cherys. "Yeah, I know."

***

SPRING (April 2003)

"A party? You're kidding me."

"Nope!" Amber grinned.

I looked in disbelief at my girlfriend. It wasn't that I was against the idea of having a party in the house. After all, we'd had plenty of parties for various events like birthdays and finals, etc. But Amber wasn't talking about just any party. She was talking about a *party*, like the ones Nataliya used to bring me to.

Even though Carmita had graduated and moved on, others had continued the "tradition". But once Amber and I hooked up and brought E-Beth and Diane into the mix, we hadn't really felt like going. We were screwing each other every week as it was. Now Amber was actually suggesting we host our own little orgy in this very house.

"Who would be coming?" I asked.

"Obviously you, me, E-Beth, and Diane. E-Beth's boyfriend Jeff. I wanted to invite Eric. And one or two more that I have as surprises!" she grinned at the last.

Still, I frowned.

Amber sidled up to me wrapping one arm around my waist and the other hand lightly caressed my crotch. "C'mon... Diane's started to get itchy ever since she broke up with the last boyfriend."

She had me wavering just a bit at that. But then she leaned into my ear and said, "Maybe I'll invite Brianna."

Involuntarily, my dick lurched at that thought. Amber clearly felt it and she immediately started giggling. I knew she didn't really mean it. As much as she and Brianna had become casual friends, she just wasn't THAT close to my brunette co-worker.

"Hey, that was mean," I protested.

"I'll make it up to you. Why don't we go into our bedroom and see if I can't convince you to go along?"

***

She convinced me alright.

The next day, we went to our roommates to suggest the party. Diane was clearly game. And Amber sprung the idea on E-Beth just after E-Beth finished complaining about her relationship with Jeff falling into a rut.




The Book of David Ch. 09



The harder part was convincing E-Beth to let Amber invite Eric.

"You actually want me to be NAKED in the same ROOM with him!"

Diane was the first to roll her eyes. "David and Danielle never had that problem."

E-Beth glared daggers at the diminutive Asian. "Well CLEARLY, Eric and I aren't THEM!"

She steamed and paced around the room for a couple of minutes while the rest of us just let her cool off. Still, it seemed that despite her anger dissipating, she wasn't totally cooling off. In fact, she seemed to be getting hotter in an aroused sort of way.

Finally, E-Beth glanced over at a bemused Amber, who was fighting not to smile. "You KNEW, didn't you?"

Amber now broke into a victorious grin. "You're my best friend. And we think alike."

E-Beth sat down, squirming while rubbing her thighs together. "I am NOT touching him. And he's NOT touching me."

"Fine," Amber agreed. "But you do want to SEE him naked, don't you?"

E-Beth blushed. "Why did he have to grow up into such a hunk?"

The phrase sounded familiar to me. But before I could react, E-Beth got up and went for her keys. "Gawd I'm horny. I'm going over to Jeff's place. I don't think it'll take any effort to convince him."

That just left Amber, me, and Diane.

The Chinese pixie looked at my crotch and then over at Amber. "Do I have to wait until the party?"

Amber placed her hand on me possessively and began pulling me towards our bedroom. Backing up, she flashed a wicked grin at Diane. "Yep. From now until then, this dick is all MINE."

Ten minutes later, I lifted my head out of Amber's crotch and slotted my cock inside of her. She brushed my cheeks and giggled happily while I started a slow rhythm.

"This isn't normal, you know," I said. "Regular people don't throw wild bisexual orgies."

"Mmm, but you're wrong," Amber replied while rolling her hips up to meet me. "Regular people just try to make themselves and their loved ones happy. So by that logic, we're just living an ordinary life."

"Riiight... ordinary..." I grinned and then bent down to kiss my wonderful girlfriend. And then we did our best to make each other VERY happy.

***

Things came together pretty quickly for a Saturday party. All the participants readily agreed, with most of the students eager for a chance to let loose just before the end of the year.

Exerting a little sweat work, we (read: ME) got the mattresses down into the living room and onto the floor around the coffee table. The sofas were pushed back against the walls. By the time everything was arranged, we had quite the sexual playpen with plenty of fucking surfaces. 

One nice thing about having a private party with a small group was that we could skip past the cheaper alternative of beer and mix our own cocktails. All ninety pounds of Diane got buzzed pretty quickly before any of our guests even arrived, and E-Beth was quickly catching up to her.

Fortunately for E-Beth, Jeff was the first one to arrive. He was a full twenty minutes early, not that E-Beth minded as she leaped into his arms. He staggered beneath her and nearly dropped her, but I was impressed that he managed to remain standing and eventually hoist her legs around his waist.

The thin, glasses-wearing intellect had been joining E-Beth in her regular workouts (yes, the gym) for most of the year and he'd put on more than a few pounds of muscle. She'd also done quite the makeover on him and it turned out the guy was pretty decent looking with contact lenses, a new haircut, and some helpful fashion advice.

I smiled in happiness for my ex that she'd found a man who could match her intelligence and also satisfy her physical desires.

A tipsy Diane was not the only one to notice how Jeff had evolved throughout the year, and as E-Beth dragged him into the kitchen to get a drink, our petite horny roommate went after the couple to strike up a conversation.

Right at the appointed hour, Eric arrived looking rather nervous. But the brilliant smile Amber flashed him on arrival did wonders to calm the big lug down. She wrapped him in a hug and then looping her arm through his, led him to the kitchen as well.

Meanwhile, E-Beth, Jeff, and Diane had already moved into the living room while Diane was already half into the guy's lap. I glanced to the side and saw E-Beth pensively looking after her BIG little brother as he walked away into the kitchen, and with a nervous gulp she downed the rest of her drink.

I was just about to walk over there to try and help calm her down when the doorbell rang. With a quick head count, everyone who I was expecting had already arrived. It must be Amber's surprise guest or two.

Bracing myself and unsure what to expect, I peered through the peephole. What I saw shocked the hell out of me and then I couldn't get the door open fast enough.

"Maria! Nataliya!"

Two stacked, statuesque blondes gave me matching smiles and perky, excited waves. "Hello David!"

"Ohmigod. I missed you guys!" I held my arms out for a hug. Both Russian sisters stepped into the house to embrace me simultaneously from each side. They both smelled just as good as I remembered.

My first attention was to Nataliya. She'd always been emotionally closer since adopting a motherly attitude towards me in the aftermath of Ellie. And of course, my 21st birthday party would forever be etched into memory. I kissed her cheek and then pulled back to hold her at arms length. "Wow, I haven't seen you for what... two years?"

After her graduation, Nataliya had gotten a job for a consulting company out in the big city and we'd only sporadically kept in touch by email. "Two years, David," she said wistfully. Then she playfully jabbed at my belly. "You're getting soft in your old age." My waistline, while not big or anything, had been creeping wider ever since I stopped playing football competitively.

"Can't say the same for you," I replied. "You look fabulous!" And she did. A couple of years and a good income only improved Nataliya's fashion capabilities and filled out her curves. She was hot, trim, and all blonde bombshell.

"Thank you. How are Cherys and Danielle? I heard about Dani..." Her voice went quiet all of a sudden.

I waved off the concern. "She's fine. I just saw them last weekend. They're great now and as strong as ever."

Nataliya smiled and then I turned to Maria. "And you..." I leaned in and pecked Maria's cheek while she returned in kind. "CrazySexyBeautiful as always." Maria was still a Junior and around campus. We ran into each other occasionally and she filled me in on the latest insanity of her love live. Like always, the slender soon-to-be-candidate-for-Victoria's-Secret beauty had an orbit of a dozen boys to play with and not a single steady boyfriend in the last few years. She liked it better that way. And lately, she'd added a little strawberry into her blonde hair.

Now for the question burning in my mind. "What are you two doing here?"

"Amber didn't tell you?" Maria queried.

As if on cue, my girlfriend appeared at my side and smiled at the sisters. "It was a surprise."

"A very GOOD surprise," I admitted.

Amber went on, "I ran into Maria on campus a few days ago. She was complaining about how there were never any good orgies like back in the day and that's what put this party into my head."

Maria glanced at her sister. "I told her that Nataliya was planning to come visit me for the weekend. It seemed the perfect time to have some fun!" She giggled wonderfully. Maria always did love her 'fun'.

And so I went into the living room with three gorgeous blondes by my side. Jeff looked up from his seat and immediately started drooling. E-Beth leaned over and slapped his arm in mock annoyance. Eric just looked in awe at the beauty before him. And Diane was already kneeling by the coffee table and shuffling two decks of cards together.

"We're all here," the little Asian announced. "Time for strip poker!"

***

Unfortunately, as great as it may sound, walking in and immediately fucking rarely ever happens, especially in a group of people. Even Carmita's best orgies started with some drinking and dancing to put people in the right kind of mood to transition from clothed and vertical grinding into the naked and horizontal version.

In a small group, cocktails work even faster as a social lubricant and strip poker made for a nice ice breaker among the strangers.

As luck would have it, Eric was pathetically bad at poker. Not that he didn't have the brains for it; he just never spent the time practicing. Besides, having five sets of wonderful breasts slowly being revealed didn't really help his focus either.

As such, he was the first to end up naked and the first to be forced into sexual "tasks" in order to remain in the game. Soon, Maria was playing her hand from Eric's lap, grinding her tight ass against his fat erection.

After that, E-Beth's wild streak came out a bit and once Diane came up with no more clothing to lose, she made Diane crawl over and suck Jeff's dick for a minute.

Two hands later, Nataliya was eating out Amber on the couch.

Five minutes later, no one gave a rat's ass about the cards any more. The lights were dim. The music pumped in the background. And the only other sounds were those of an eight-person orgy under way.

Diane had been the first to break away, showing surprising strength for such a small girl as she practically heaved Jeff onto one of the floor-bound mattresses and promptly shoved her freshly-shaven twat into his face.

Despite the fact that Maria was actually winning and still had her thong panties on, once Diane went into motion the young blonde cleared the coffee table with one arm, sat on the table itself and whipped her panties off. And then her hands were guiding Eric's head down in between her legs as she oohed and ahhed while rubbing his bulging muscles.

The game now effectively over, Amber took Nataliya's hand and calmly led the two of them over to another mattress to get better acquainted. At Carmita's last party, Nataliya had missed out to go be with Leslie, leaving behind a promise to make it up to us. Now Amber was collecting what she was owed to finally find out what all the fuss was about this ex-stripper hottie.

And E-Beth was only too happy to join me on a couch and get a little better reacquainted. For a good five minutes we simply cuddled and kissed, our actions borne of fond memories and instinctive knowledge of each other's body. When we finally came up for air, E-Beth smiled at me and gasped, "Can you believe we haven't even kissed each other ALL YEAR?"

"It was an eternity," I complained and then dove right back into her lips while our hands roamed each other's body.

Then a familiar "Ai! Ai! Ai" chirping sounded off to the left of me. I glanced over and grinned before commenting, "Your boyfriend looks to be having fun."

Diane had left one coating of her sweet honey on Jeff's face and was currently bouncing up and down his shaft, her eyes squeezed shut as she ground herself happily.

E-Beth nodded. "She's been wound up tighter than anything for the last couple of weeks. She really needed to de-stress. And for Jeff and me, this party just might be what we needed to break out of our rut." E-Beth actually growled at me at that, and with a whoop of delight she spun us around, slammed my back into the couch, and began to rip off my clothing.

I got the hint pretty quickly and for expediency, we each took over stripping ourselves. I was trying to get my pants off when E-Beth slipped the catch to her bra, and then I stopped caring about my pants as her magnificent breasts sprung free.

As happens with the passage of time from teenager to young adult, E-Beth's body had also started to fill back out. She hadn't gone back to being chunky or anything, but her hourglass figure developed and she'd put some pounds back on. And her previous 34DDs now looked even bigger.

E-Beth paused and gave me a melodramatic eye roll, pretending to be annoyed as I reached up and started pawing at her tits. The smirk on her face was the dead giveaway. And then she got off me so that she could finish removing my pants.

Meanwhile, I took a moment to scan the room. Amber and Nataliya were already naked and sixty-nining, my girlfriend's perfect ass pointing back at me. And from the way Amber's hips were wriggling, Nataliya was up to her usual tricks. If there was a better pussy licker on the planet, I certainly wasn't aware of it. Oral orgasms were always faster and I knew the two would get their starter climaxes out of the way before seeking some dick.

And over on the coffee table, Maria had her legs around Eric's neck as he loomed over her and started thrusting into welcoming pussy. All the while, Maria was chanting at him "Fuck me harder!" and "Break me in half!" Thinking back, I remembered that while Amber had only recently picked up her fetish for being powerfully dominated, Maria had always been that way. Getting roughly pounded by a hulking brute like Eric had to be Maria's idea of heaven.

Of course, Maria's idea of rough sex could potentially destroy our furniture. I saw the wobble in the coffee table's legs and whistled. Eric turned his head around and I gestured to one of the available mattresses. The big guy blushed sheepishly and hoisted Maria into his arms, never breaking their union as he repositioned them and then promptly began to pound her into the mattress.

"Gawd you're so sexy," Eric groaned. Maria's eyes just went wild with delight as she fucked back at him even harder.

Just as they started to get into it, E-Beth rotated my head around to face her. "Remember me?"

"Sorry..."

"I know, I know. The host has to keep an eye on things..." she grinned. "Or maybe you just like watching."

"Maybe a little of both," I answered to her nipples.

E-Beth laughed before fisting my cock and moving to straddle me. And as she began to settle down around me, she sighed happily. "Ooh... I missed this."

"I'm always here," I assured her as she hit bottom and began to rock with her hips.

"Yeah..." E-Beth sighed.

"I'll always be here for you," I told her more seriously.

E-Beth looked into my eyes and began to tenderly stroke the side of my head. To the outside observer, perhaps it would appear that we were the couple in love. Our bodies remembered the rhythm, and together we melded together in our joined pleasure.

"What the fuck?" came a startled gasp, tinged with a Russian accent. A metallic *click* sounded quickly after. Still joined, E-Beth and I stopped pumping and turned to see what was going on.

"Gotcha! You've been a baaad girl, Maria" Amber said smugly with a little smile. She was kneeling beside Maria's head. And then I saw the silver handcuffs locked around Maria's wrists and around the coffee table leg. And just when Maria gaped her mouth in disbelief, Amber dropped her crotch over the younger Russian sister and promptly smothered her in wet pussy.

Amber caught our looks. "I win! I got both sisters' tongues on my clit first!" She grinned happily and then looked to Eric to kiss him wetly. "Hey big boy. Fuck her RAW."

Meanwhile, Nataliya had joined E-Beth and I, meeting first me and then the busty brunette in passionate liplocks. And then she began kissing her way down E- Beth's spine while my ex-girlfriend began to slowly pump her hips once again. At Nataliya's direction, I slid my own ass to the edge of the sofa and spread my legs, so she could get her tongue on my balls as E-Beth continued to fuck herself on my pole.

Somewhat expectedly, Diane came first. She'd wriggled and lunged on top of Jeff, who looked like it still hadn't hit him that he had the opportunity to sample a brand new variety of women. But despite his relative inaction, his cock was iron hard and hot to the touch and Diane knew just how to put it to use.

And when Diane crested over, it seemed to wake something up inside of Jeff as he grabbed onto Diane's hips and began to pound her light body up and down as he sought to get his own rocks off.

Eric beat him to it. Maria's body was the stuff of fantasy and her bound, submissive position and athletic pussy were just too much for him to handle. He slammed down with all his weight, causing Maria to cry out in happy pain, and I could see his butt cheeks clenching as he filled her up with all of his creamy man juice.

And finally Jeff was at his limit. Diane read the bulging veins in his forehead and slipped off of him, kneeling beside his legs and swallowing his bulging cock into her little mouth. And as her fingers jacked him quickly, I could see her throat begin to flex as he poured his seed down her throat.

E-Beth and I started a good five minutes after the other couples. But with Nataliya's help, we were catching up fast. At the moment, Nataliya was cuddling E-Beth from behind, her head on E-Beth's shoulder as they craned their necks to swap spit while Nataliya roughly handled E-Beth's tits in her left hand. Those buoyant orbs simply fascinated everyone. And with Nataliya's right hand on E- Beth's clit, there was no way the overheated brunette could last very long.

E-Beth broke her liplock with Nataliya just long enough to scream in ecstasy, her pussy muscles clamping down on me and threatening to send me over the edge with her. But I *just* held out. And when the curvy brunette came down from her high, she smiled appreciatively at the blonde and said, "Your turn."

So the girls swapped places; only this time, Nataliya had her back to me. I held up shaft upright while the statuesque blonde lowered herself, and once we were fully seated, she spread her legs and lay back against my chest. E-Beth leaned forward and kissed her not two inches from my face, and then E-Beth turned and kissed me. "I want you to fill her with your sperm. And then I'm going to suck it out of her pussy. It's been so long since I tasted you and a little sugar on top would be heavenly."

How could I not start thrusting after that statement? With the springiness of the couch cushion, I began to bounce us while Nataliya pulled my hand around to her breasts, big and round enough to rival E-Beth's. Meanwhile, the saucy brunette lowered her head between our legs to get us both off that much faster.

In the meantime, I caught the tail end of Amber sucking all of Eric's cum out of Maria. Jeff was sitting up with a dazed expression as he stared at my fantastically gorgeous naked girlfriend sixty-nining with an equally hot young babe. And Diane was slurping up Eric's cock trying to revive it for her own Eric- Powerfuck experience.

By now I was just in sensory overload. The thudding bass beat of the music felt like it was causing my blood to pulse. The weight of Nataliya's body against my chest combined with alcohol thickheadedness to put me in a trancelike state. And the exquisite feeling of a tight pussy wrapped around my shaft called all of my attention down lower.

E-Beth had set up the pins. Now she was the one to knock them down.

With one long lick from my balls up to my exposed shaft and finishing at Nataliya's clit, the hot brunette brought us both to climax. Nataliya let out one final gasp of pleasure, already cumming as she sat back down a final time and embedded my rod to the hilt. My rational brain was aware of my cock thickening in the split second before the head came apart and began spewing both balls worth of jism up and into the busty blonde.

My eyes fluttered and when the conscious world came back to me, I had a satisfied limp feeling in my crotch and the weight was literally lifted off my chest. I say that because Nataliya had moved to the side of me, laying back with one foot on the floor and the other flung over the back of the sofa, spreading herself obscenely wide so E-Beth could bury her tongue into Nataliya's pussy and begin slurping out our mingled fluids.




The Book of David Ch. 09



And that was just round one.

Eric was pounding Diane through one of the floor mattresses and Jeff had Amber bent over the armrest of a couch while he drilled her doggy-style. E-Beth brought a mouthful of David-cum to my girlfriend and they were sloppily exchanging it, not caring if a few drops dribbled down their chins as they did so.

And that left me to get the sister treatment for the first time in two years. Nataliya smiled before working to revive me in her mouth. And at the same time, now that she'd been released from her handcuffs, Maria came over to cuddle and briefly kiss.

"You never forget your first," she said softly to me, her hazel eyes shining at me before our lips met tenderly.

I thought back fondly to my very first orgy, the one where Maria gave me her virginity. How this oversexed nympho managed to last until her Freshman year of college with a hymen, I'll never know. She'd certainly been making up for lost time.

And then Maria moved to whisper into my ears. "You were my first everything. And nobody ever fucked my ass the way you did." Her words had a promise in them. As my eyebrows went up, so too did my cock. Nataliya squealed happily as I began to harden in her mouth and then both Russian blondes started moving our threesome to an available mattress.

Flat on my back, Nataliya moved to straddle my face while Maria took over orally reviving me. Once she was satisfied, Maria impaled her pussy on me and began to ride as she was just remembering how.

My hands held Nataliya's thighs and I looked straight up, between the large mounds of her breasts and up to her face as she cooed and whimpered in pleasure.

She smiled down at me. "I did always say that you were just as good as a girl at doing this."

My own memory said that I spent more time with my dick inside of her, but I wasn't about to argue. And besides, if my cock had to be occupied by her baby sister, then having my tongue shoved inside Nataliya's pussy was a great second option.

Off to the side I could still hear Diane gasping out her "Ai! Ai! Ai!" chant. And E- Beth was husking, "Don't you love that tight pussy, Jeff? Haven't you always fantasized about what Amber's sweaty, naked body might feel like?"

Meanwhile, both of my girls ground themselves to orgasm on me, my tongue spearing up into Nataliya's sopping channel and Maria finding some position where she could grind her clit against my pelvic bone. And when Nataliya dismounted I sat up and really began to drive Maria's body up and down on me. She got into the idea very quickly, and grabbed onto my hands with her own, pulling them up so our fingers were interlaced at about shoulder height while she took over the rapid vertical pumping with her own legs.

The pleasure was intense, and Maria tossed her strawberry-blonde hair back, moaning to the ceiling while I leaned forward and bit down at her neck. "So full," she whimpered, her eyes still turned skyward. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..."

Now I wrapped my arms around her torso, bodily hugging her to me while she collapsed over my chest, her own arms limply hanging around my shoulders. Maria had been reduced to a rag doll in my lap as I heaved her up and down my pole. And then she let out a strangled "Fuuuuuuck...", grimacing as she came, the vacuum sound of a lack of air next to my ear as she writhed and quivered in my lap.

And then I was done, erupting inside of Maria's spasming pussy as I unloaded everything I had left into the unbelievably sexy babe. My hips jerked violently with each burst, lifting Maria's body up a few inches with each thrust, until each successive wave moved her less and less, and the last of my cum dribbled out of me into her swampy snatch.

When I released my arms, Maria toppled off of me like a leaping gazelle shot in mid-stride. Her limbs law askew as she panted for air and her chest was heaving.

Nataliya surveyed the kill. "Mmm... my turn for cream pie."

I'd just come seconds ago. But as I saw Nataliya bend her face down to her little sister's gooey twat, I knew this night was far from finished.

***

We took several breaks to re-stock on fluids, mostly water and Gatorade but a few cocktails were mixed into the breaks, some actually alcohol and some a different definition of the term "cocktail".

During the first break, we all just basically sat around and caught our breath while cuddling on the mattresses, making idle comments. Getting naked and watching each other fucking most definitely broke the ice. But more than that, there's something indefinable that bonds you together when you participate in an event like that. You know that every time you see them on the street, you will have this mind-blowing shared experience to always remember.

As panting returned to normal breathing, genuine conversations started up, followed by announcements of fantasies people wanted to try out. Unlike one of Carmita's parties, which had something of a set time limit, we had all night. 

Unfortunately, Diane tapped out for the next round or two. Eric's massive dick had thoroughly destroyed her. Hell, he was three times her weight. Already exhausted, she staggered off to her room while Eric and I brought her mattress back up and changed it to a fresh sheet. As it turned out, Diane would be walking funny for about a week.

When we returned, conversations turned back into flirty comments. Flirty comments turned into flirtatious touching, and then to fondling, and then we were getting right back into the orgy.

The Russian girls started in on Jeff to give him the 'sisters' fantasy and Amber made a move to come to me. But then E-Beth did the process of elimination in her head and she almost ended the entire night right then and there.

"I am NOT hooking up with my brother," she hissed to her best friend.

Amber looked at me and then smiled. I shrugged and nodded for her to go ahead and switch. I loved her. We had all the time in the world for us.

So Amber crawled over to Eric's spot on the couch. Because of his size, sometimes I forgot he was just a freshman. Given enough time, his youthful cock was already coming back to full mast in a room full of naked women.

I, on the other hand, needed a little encouragement, which E-Beth was only too happy to provide. After kneeling on the floor in front of me, she sucked on my cock to get it just hard enough to wrap her big tits around it. She knew from past experience that seeing my banana-bent pecker splitting her cleavage got me hard faster than anything else she could do.

When she finally released me from that heavenly prison of mammary flesh, she quickly darted away for a second only to return with a familiar bottle. "It's been a while..." she intoned.

I just grinned and got even harder. And while E-Beth prepared us, I once again surveyed the landscape.

Amber was getting the Eric Powerfuck, all four of her limbs wrapped around his wide body. Jeff was now drilling Nataliya doggy-style as they kneeled on a mattress in a scene that recalled his most recent efforts with Amber and E-Beth. But now Maria was the one sitting on the couch with her legs askew as her big sister busied her tongue between Maria's thighs.

And then all my thoughts came back into focus as E-Beth faced away from me and lowered herself, guiding my cock into her winking rosebud and then groaning in pleasure as the shaft was slowly embedded into her anal passage.

Despite having already cum twice. I honestly didn't last very long.

***

The second break lasted longer than the first. It simply took some extra time to get the boys recharged. Although I have to admit, watching Maria slurping my jism out of E-Beth's ass almost got me erect by itself.

Somewhere around 3am, a rested Energizer Bunny named Diane came down the stairs to inject new life into the grand experiment. Her body would hate her for it in the morning, but she was determined to get as much fun out of this night as she could.

By the end of the orgy, the sun was already starting come up over the horizon. I'd already cum five times by then and taken a couple of quick naps to recharge in the middle of it. The living room absolutely reeked of sex and alcohol.

As time had gone on, almost everyone's inhibitions had fallen by the wayside. Jeff had let Maria shove a dildo into his ass while she was blowing him. Eric and E-Beth teamed up to fuck Amber together. Diane even let Nataliya start eating her out before she realized she just couldn't do it and pulled away. "Sorry, but it seems I'm as straight as the boys."

Just when I thought we were done, that my limp penis could go no further, Maria begged the three boys to triple penetrate her, and I got to be in the caboose.

Yeah, I was living an ordinary life.

***

NEXT: PART 10



The Book of David Ch. 10



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-- CHAPTER 10: Falling Roses --

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SPRING (April 2003)

"Uhm... hmmm..." The low moan was guttural in tone and partially muffled. Fitting, since my dick was blocking her windpipe a bit.

Maria's eyes fluttered as she seemingly wavered at the verge of unconsciousness before regaining control of her senses. Finally, my deflating cock slipped out of her mouth, followed by a line of semen that trickled down her chin.

My eyes swiveled across the bed to Amber, who just grinned and shook her head in disbelief. I'd never seen a girl cum without anyone really stimulating her erogenous zones before. Maria had just done it without even frigging herself. There's a first for everything.

Amber and I had just recently woken up in our bedroom and were cuddling when the door opened and a naked Maria slipped inside. She and Nataliya had been spooned up to Eric in the guest bedroom all night but I rightly guessed that Maria wanted to join Amber and me for an encore.

I lay back against the headrest while Maria knelt between my legs and blew me. Amber had pulled on the younger blonde's arms and pinned them back, so that Maria's movement was restricted and she had only her mouth to pleasure me. Meanwhile, Amber had started spanking the sexy Russian, much to both girls' delight.

Somehow, between the light bondage, me spurting my cum into her throat, and Amber spanking her ass, Maria actually had an orgasm.

The world needed more women like Maria in it.

But before we could move on to new play, the sudden, loud sound of something breakable shattering against a wall jerked all three of our heads around. This was quickly followed by heated shouting that carried quite well down the hallway.

My instincts immediately had me on high alert and I got out of bed and quickly slipped on my shorts as I headed for the door. I pulled it open just in time to see Jeff hurry by me towards the stairs as E-Beth stood in the doorway to her bedroom yelling at the top of her lungs, "FUCK YOU you stupid, ungrateful MOTHERFUCKER!"

Alert tension for violence gave way to shocked stillness as I realized there was no immediate danger to anyone. Well, unless E-Beth got something new in her hands to throw at Jeff.

Amber was soon behind me, clad in a bathrobe. Maria had nothing to wear but she was right behind my girlfriend as we peered into the hallway. The other doors opened and now everyone was looking towards the enraged brunette.

E-Beth just glared at everyone and then went back into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. Amber immediately cinched her robe around her and went to her best friend's door, knocking and then entering E-Beth's room before closing the door behind her.

Well... THAT was a mood killer.

***

Diane and I were chilling out in the living room mindlessly watching TV. Maria, Nataliya, and Eric had already said their goodbyes. We were just waiting for our roommates to come down.

Eventually, Amber came down in her comfortable weekend clothes. My girlfriend raised her eyebrows at me in a hopeful expression that things would be okay and then she came around to join me on the couch.

E-Beth was right behind her, taking up a spot next to Diane and then sighing loudly. "Well THAT was a fucking waste of a whole year."

"What happened?" Diane's question was both soft out of sympathetic consideration and rushed from being overcurious.

"He fucking broke up with me!" E-Beth's voice jumped a few decibels before she calmed down again. "After everything I did for him, he fucking broke up with me." This time, her tone was a little more forlorn.

"Maybe last night was a mistake," Amber said glumly.

"What? No!" Diane protested. "I soooo needed to get laid."

"No, the party was fine. The mistake was me bringing HIM," E-Beth spat. "Ungrateful, egotistical moron."

"Huh?" I wasn't tracking.

"So I start dating the asshole late Junior year and he's sweet and considerate and he's a nice guy. Yeah, he's a little dorky, but I'm thinking I can help with that and the asshole would make good boyfriend material." E-Beth threw her hands up.

"We start dating and we're both going to the city for internships over the summer. I start cleaning up his wardrobe and fix his hair and talk him into contacts. He even starts coming to the gym with me, and after a year of hard work turning him to a cute, confident guy, what does the asshole do? He says 'thanks for all the help and now I'm going to go find a hotter girl than you!'"

Diane sat up, "He did NOT."

Amber nodded an affirmative, having already heard this by now.

E-Beth nearly started crying. "I did it to myself. I brought him to the party and let him fuck Amber and Maria and all these girls prettier than me! I put the idea into his head that he could trade me up!"

She was quickly becoming hysterical and I went over to hug her. E-Beth's self- confidence had always been a fragile thing. From chunky outcast in high school, she'd worked really hard to improve her body and raise her own self-image. I thought for the last few years she'd finally accepted she was a hot babe after having a string of good-looking dates and having an entire campus drooling over her tits.

But to have your boyfriend say he's dumping you because he wants to find a better looking girl? That threatened to undo everything she had gained.

Unfortunately, E-Beth refused to let me hug her. She took one look at me and started bawling, shrinking away from me, much to mine and Amber's confusion. She pulled back, right into Diane's grasp and let the diminutive Asian girl pull her into an embrace.

"E-Beth, what's wrong?" I asked softly.

"Don't you see?" she whined through her tears. "I'm getting what I deserve. I did it to you and now karma's coming back to me."

"What?"

"You helped transform me from ugly duckling into beautiful swan. And how did I repay you? I broke up with you. I'm the fucking asshole who broke up with you to try out other guys."

I held my hands out to her. "Do I look like I'm mad at you? What you felt was honest and I accepted that. And we both know that breaking up turned out best for us."

"Not for me. I made a mistake. I had the greatest guy in the world and I pushed you away." Her eyes swiveled to Amber and she started sobbing even harder. "You even ended up with my prettier best friend! How fucking ironic is that!"

Okay, E-Beth had now crossed the line to hysteria. She was laughing maniacally and shuddering in pain as she cried uncontrollably all the while. Diane couldn't hold onto her and this time, when I went to wrap her in my arms, she didn't have the control to pull away.

I simply bear-hugged her and pulled her head to mine as I rocked slowly and did my best to calm her down. "You are beautiful Elizabeth..." I soothed. "You are beautiful. Don't you ever forget that."

She hiccupped and asked, "Don't you think Amber is more beautiful than me?"

How I hated these trap questions. "You are both beautiful." 

"But is she prettier than me?"

I glanced at Amber, who just nodded encouragingly. "Why should it matter one way or the other?"

E-Beth quivered in my arms. "Because I have to know. Did you not want to come back to me because you thought you'd gotten the prettier roommate?"

"That had nothing to do with it, Elizabeth," I answered firmly as I turned her face to mine.

"Then why didn't you come back to me?"

"Did you really want me to?"

The tears had stopped rolling and E-Beth turned her eyes to search mine. She didn't say anything for a long time, and all was silent without being awkward.

But then E-Beth breathed again as she said, "No. I guess not. I was really happy for you and Amber." E-Beth reached out her other arm and pulled her blonde roommate in for a hug on the other side.

The distraught brunette sighed in our grasp and then turned her teary gaze to me. "Still, it would have been an ego-boost if you wanted me back. And I have to admit, in the back of my head I was thinking that if neither of us were seeing people when we turned 30, we'd marry each other."

I had to smile at that. E-Beth just sighed as she looked back and forth between me and Amber. "But I look at the two of you and I know deep down, you two belong together. Everyone can see that."

And with that, E-Beth brought my hand together with Amber's. For a moment, I just grinned at my girlfriend. But then E-Beth's latest sigh was a mixture of hopelessness and pitiful jealousy. "I guess I'm just not pretty enough to deserve something like that."

The warm, fuzzy feelings in my heart disappeared as I heard E-Beth start back in on the self-deprecating remarks. This was going to be a long day.

***

After a few hours of unsuccessful verbal arguments, Amber and Diane decided a live experiment would have to do the convincing. I was banished to go hang out with Kevin and Jen for the Sunday afternoon while the three girls went into a bathroom.

Amber filled me in on the story later, which basically went like this: They spent an hour and a half getting E-Beth all dolled up and wearing a slinky outfit designed to attract the male eye. Then the three of them went for a walk around the campus.

As a trio, the girls got plenty of attention and lots of whistles from an appreciative public. But on more than one occasion, the girls would send E-Beth ahead and follow at a discreet distance to prove that the sexy brunette was fully capable of turning heads on her own.

Their plan was nearly undone when a saucy redhead walked by in the opposite direction, drawing away some of the attention. But the problem solved itself when a cute guy literally walked up to E-Beth to strike up a conversation out of the blue.

Now all of this wasn't explained to me until Monday.

That's because on Sunday night, Amber called and ordered me to return home immediately. I was sent directly to E-Beth's room where she was stripped down to lingerie that did wonders for pressing her tits together in amazing cleavage. Her dark hair was up save for long, loose tendrils that fell by her cheeks. Her eye makeup was intense and penetrating, her gaze upon me electrifyingly sensual. E-Beth was kneeling on the bed and absolutely vibrating with sexual energy.

Amber tugged my jeans down to my ankles and made me step out of them. Then she spanked my ass to propel me into E-Beth's bedroom and closed the door behind me.

E-Beth got a wicked smile on her face and she shook her breasts at me. And then I showed her just how much her body could still turn me on.

***

Even as one relationship had come apart in the fallout of our private little orgy, another relationship was rising in new bloom.

Eric was positively giddy that Maria called him not two days after the party. By the next Saturday E-Beth was already complaining that her little brother could not shut up about how fantastic the sex was with his new blonde girlfriend.

"Don't want to hear about it!" became a common refrain from the annoyed brunette.

It didn't help when she went to his dorm room to deliver a package their parents had sent, only to walk in on Eric and Maria doing their best to splinter a closet door from overaggressive fucking.

***

"Ha! Finally gotcha!"

"What?" I exclaimed in dismay and looked over. Brianna proudly showed me her paper and beamed. I shook my head in disgust and put my pencil down.

After I taught her the game, Brianna had found the Sudoku puzzles appealing and gotten to be pretty good at solving them. So starting a few months ago, I would photocopy identical puzzles for us to solve at the same time in what she called our weekly Sudoku showdown.

Today was the first day she actually beat me.

Her green eyes danced as she practically hopped up and down in her chair, giggling like a happy four-year-old. I just nodded acceptance of my defeat and said, "Congratulations."

Brianna squealed and then wrapped me up in a tight hug.

"Get a room you guys," Kathy deadpanned as she poured herself a cup of coffee. Brianna and I immediately pulled apart, blushing slightly.

I cursed myself for blushing. I hadn't done anything wrong, had I?

"C'mon, Bree," Kathy hoisted her coffee. "Your boss is looking for you."

"Until next time," Brianna said as she stood and joined her friend to head back towards the Admin/Accounting side of the building. I collected up the Sudoku papers, staring in wonder at the puzzle she'd completed with perfect-looking, pretty numbers. The competitive fire inside me burned.

I promised myself that she would not beat me again.

***

I got home and walked into the living room to find Amber and E-Beth in deep conversation. Both women went dead silent as they saw me, and E-Beth gave me an odd look before getting up and walking towards me.

She paused just long enough to give me a brave smile and pat my shoulder before she passed me and went to the stairs.

"Baby, what's going on?" I asked Amber in a concerned voice.

Amber folded her hands over a thick envelope in her lap, and then gave me a brave smile of her own. "I should be happy," she said in a strained voice. "It's what I always wanted."

After realizing that she wasn't angry with me for something, I quickly walked across the living room and joined my girlfriend on the couch. "What is it?"

Amber bit her lip and then held up a single sheet of paper from the stack in her lap. I recognized the cardinal red logo on the letterhead. She smiled at me despite the moisture in her eyes and said, "I got it. I got into Stanford Medical School."

My first instinct was elation. My eyes danced up and a grin spread across my face as happiness for Amber leapt into my heart. My girlfriend was going to be a doctor, just like she'd always dreamed. True, she'd already been accepted to our University's graduate medical program, but Stanford had been that golden fantasy that never seemed quite possible.

Even when it came time for her to fill out applications, she almost wasn't even going to apply. It was just such a longshot given her good, but not great, GPA and test scores.

I was ready to thrust my arms into the air in celebration and wrap her up in a happy hug. But my arms suddenly went dead as my brain caught up to the real world implications.

Stanford Medical School was pretty far away from here.

Amber's eyes leaped up with mine and she was ready to jump into my hug as I made those first reactive moves. But when she saw my hesitation, her face fell as she watched the implications she'd already thought through finally register to me.

No discussion was needed. We both already knew.

"You're going, aren't you?" I asked quietly, dreading the inevitability of her answer.

"Yes." Her shoulders sagged as she looked into my eyes and saw the truth, her own hopes fading away. "You're not coming with me, are you?"

"I..." My mind was reeling. I hadn't been expecting a life-changing decision like this. "I want to..."

"But..." she questioned, a plea in her eyes.

"California? Wow... I, uh..." I thought of the little restaurants I knew nearby. I thought of my little makeout places. I thought of everything familiar.

I thought of my family. True, it wasn't like I was joined at the hip to my parents, but Danielle was here, and Cherys. Kevin, Jen, all my other friends. My job was here. True, it'd only been a year, but I loved my job, I loved my company, and I really liked my coworkers. I was doing well, getting good reviews, and I could see myself even retiring with the company. This was home.

As much as I wanted to cast all aside for romantic love, it wasn't practical. This was HOME.

The only thing for me at Stanford would be Amber.

It was a POWERFUL allure. But the fact was, I was a year removed from college. We were young... was I ready to settle down? I felt like getting married would be an easier decision than picking up my life and moving just for her. We'd been together for almost two and a half years and I was madly in love with her. But deep down I knew it wasn't enough.

I was scared. I wanted to be with Amber... but I didn't want to move. As I looked at her, she read it in my eyes and I read it in hers. She wanted to go. Could I really try to talk her out of it? Were we really about to break up?

I closed my eyes, my eyelids pushing out a rolling tear from the moisture that had already begun to buildup over my irises. Amber's hand went up to catch my tear and I grabbed her wrist, holding her palm to my cheek as I blinked my eyes open and looked deep into hers. The sky blue irises were as beautiful as a morning sky. And I would miss them.

"Congratulations," I managed to croak, before I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. Then with more force and honest sincerity, I said again, "Congratulations."

She managed a smile before she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. The current school year wasn't done yet. The start of her medical school was far off in the distance, many months away. And yet I couldn't help but feel like this was our last kiss.

There was always a possibility that Amber and I would not be forever. But being aware of the possibility is very different from KNOWING that one day soon, you won't be together with someone you're in love with. My heart was breaking, and Amber could feel it in my soul.

She broke the kiss without pulling her lips away from me, muttering through her teeth, "We're not OVER." She blinked away her own tears and her hands urgently ran over my head and through my hair as she clutched me to her.

I clenched my teeth together, trying to will away the pain as I grimaced and squeezed my eyes shut in tension. And when I forced my eyes open I looked at her with longing. "This is April. We have a long way still to go. Besides... it's only four years."

She nodded rapidly, trying so hard to show her agreement, and then she kissed me again. "I love you, David."

"I love you too, Amber."

She planted another fierce kiss on me and then pulled back, blinking constantly in the rainfall pouring down her cheeks. "I'm not going to ask you wait for me. It wouldn't be fair."

"But you WILL come back, won't you?" I pleaded.

"Of course. This won't be a real break-up. It'll just be a break." Amber nodded. "Some time to grow up and do our own thing for a little bit."

"A pause. And we'll find each other again, right?"

"Right. Even in September, I'm not saying goodbye," she insisted. "I'm not ever saying goodbye."

I just nodded and winced in emotional anguish as we came together for another kiss, this one seeming to last for hours.

When we finally broke for air, Amber quickly stood and took my hand. She needed me; I could feel it. And I needed her.

She quickly led us upstairs and into our bedroom. Our clothes were quickly scattered on the floor before we found ourselves entwined in the sheets.

I spent a long time running my hands across Amber's body. My fingertips just softly grazed her bare skin as I slowly moved over every square inch of her. I wasn't trying to titillate her. I just wanted to record it all for memory in the depressing belief that one day soon, I would never be able to touch her again.

Intentions or not, me lightly running my fingertips all over her seemed to set Amber on fire. By the time I got my face into her trimmed blonde pussy, she was primed and ready to go. Not ten seconds after my tongue touched her clit, her hips bucked up so hard she nearly snapped my neck as she came, dumping a load of girlish honey into my face.

Her next moan nearly shattered what was left of my heart. "Oh, damn... I'm going to miss that..."

It was the wrong thing to say. The next moment, my erection was gone and I was curled into a fetal position, crying into the sheets.

Amber quickly realized her mistake and then she was immediately holding me, apologizing and caressing me at the same time. After a few minutes, my head was against her chest and I was nursing at her breasts while she stroked my penis in her hand.




The Book of David Ch. 10



Eventually, she got me comfortably situated on my back as her nimble fingers spelled out their apologies to my cock and then introduced her tongue into the mix. Whatever else was going on in my head, my prick had no concept of anything beyond the immediate and it was responding eagerly to her advances.

I thickened and grew in Amber's lavish love, and she began to lick it from base to the tip in slow, soothing caresses as I rose to my full height.

"I love you, David" she said to my cock and then she swallowed the head into her mouth.

"Oh, Amber," I groaned as she pulled me to the back of her throat, and my entire body was once again responding and trembling with eagerness. She placed her hands on my thighs and waited until I was fully calm again. And only then did she rise onto all fours and begin taking my shaft deeper and deeper down her throat.

When she got all the way to the bottom, my hairs tickled her nose and I could feel the massaging vibration of her humming with half my cock embedded in her esophagus. She stayed for a good ten seconds, doing her humming thing, then pulled back to breathe. And then she did it again, this time holding for fifteen seconds.

I watched her act of complete submission, her nostrils flared as she breathed shallowly, her sky blue eyes searching into mine. Even when she pulled me out of her throat, she wrapped her lips tightly around my shaft and sucked powerfully, making it clear that she wanted my cum. Amber bobbed her head up and down me, stroked me with a corkscrew motion, and cupped my balls while squeezing to draw it out of me.

And just when I thought I'd gotten used to those sensations, she'd deep throat me for another ten or fifteen seconds.

After a few minutes of this treatment, I felt like my eyes were going to roll back into my head as I collapsed into a puddle of jello. Only the tingle in my balls kept me awake.

The next time she deep throated me, Amber got her cum. I couldn't help it; I arched my back and thrust my hips up, sending another half-inch into her throat which she wasn't totally prepared for. She gagged and pulled me out until just the first two inches were in her mouth while her hand went back to stroking me. And then the sperm came.

Thick ropes of hot, white jism began spitting into her sucking mouth. My balls squeezed over and again, sending wave after wave through my shaft and giving her more to swallow down. I could feel the pressure of her tongue against my shaft with each pulse as it flew out of me.

And when my deflating cock stopped shooting, Amber wiped her mouth and returned to my arms to cuddle.

I held her body and stroked her spine as we lay there with our thoughts. I gazed down over Amber's wonderful body. She was tall, lithe, and so curvy. Her face was a work of art and her eyes enchanted me. Her breasts were so large and so enticing. Her flat tummy and curving hips led down to simply gorgeous legs. And on top of all her physical beauty was a mind and soul I had come to cherish.

Even after being intimately familiar with her body for so long, I still got a rise just looking at her naked. She was quite simply, taking into account the whole package, the most attractive woman I'd ever known. And even if I couldn't have her forever, I'd take whatever I could get for as long as I could have it.

She smiled happily as I rolled her over and nudged my new erection between her thighs. And as I slid deep into the depths of her womanhood, all I could think about was how much I loved this woman.

But despite the pleasure, the sexual healing, when we were done, I couldn't help but feel like there were only a finite number of times we had left together. In my mind's eye, there were a few dozen single-stem roses in crystal vases all in a row. And feeling inexorable pain, I reached out and knocked one over, sending it to shatter on the ground.

That was one less rose remaining.

***

SUMMER (June 2003)

Amber and I held together. We just loved each other too much to be apart unless we had to be.

On some level, I wanted to spend every day for the entire summer convincing her to stay with me. But my conscience wouldn't let me. I wanted her to be happy, and I couldn't sabotage her dreams.

Just like I had to let go of E-Beth so many years before, I had to let Amber go as well. If we were meant to be together, we'd find a way.

The night before graduation turned into an impromptu repeat of our private orgy. Diane, E-Beth, and Amber were already determined to get shitfaced as it was. Eric and Maria just happened to stop by to visit and offer their congratulations privately before the big formal ceremonies.

One thing led to another and then another and then all six of us were naked and thrusting away to our hearts' content. Why not? We had nothing to lose and in two days, almost everyone would be going in a different direction.

Diane was moving back to her hometown. A cousin was offering her a job that paid better than anything she could get entry-level around here.

E-Beth would be heading off to the big city. The company that she interned with for the past three summers was hiring her full-time.

Eric and Maria were each going back to their homes for the summer. I knew both would find summer flings and then come the new school year, probably start fucking again right where they left off.

Amber could have gone home for the summer. As usual, she had no plans except to enjoy her vacation before jumping into the four-year grind of medical school plus residency beyond. But given a choice between spending her last summer in an empty home with her servants or playing house with me, I was the obvious choice.

***

One of the few times Amber and I made the trip back home was for a wedding I had long seen coming.

They were soul mates. They belonged together. No matter how far apart life took them, they always managed to find each other again.

At 23, Nate and Monica were getting married.

Given everything that was going on between me and Amber, seeing my old best friend and my first girlfriend finding eternal happiness gave me a measure of hope. After all, Monica had gone off to Stanford of all places for college, and she and Nate still managed to end up together.

Nate was already in the NFL. A second-round draft pick, he had a nice bank account despite the fact he had yet to play a single snap. But his time would be coming soon.

Monica had excelled in her classes and left behind a string of short-term flings at Stanford before finally settling down with Nate during the past year. They'd managed to be an on-again, off-again couple throughout their four years of school, seeing other people and still coming through the other side. She'd moved to his new football city and already started work on her MBA. Even though Nate already had a multi-million dollar contract, the fiery petite redhead would always have her own personal drive for success.

But for this wedding, they both wanted to come home. 

I took a couple of days off work to come home early and help with the planning. I was, after all, a groomsman and more importantly, I made it back in time for the bachelor party.

To be honest, it was kind of a sexual letdown. The strippers, while hot, couldn't compare to E-Beth or Amber. And more to the point, I wasn't even allowed to touch them. Still, everyone had a good time and we got Nate to bed safe and sound.

On the wedding day, I lined up with the other groomsmen and Nate outside the church. The best man was his left tackle in college and the big guy was running around like a chicken with its head cut off, trying to make sure everything was perfect for his quarterback.

That left me to just chill out with Nate and keep him talking, keep him relaxed.

He was just starting to tense up when I sidled over and said, "What I wouldn't give for a coupla empty beer cans and a wide river to chuck them into."

Nate smiled and looked over at me. "Can't do it anymore. If some reporter caught me I'd be busted for littering." He shuffled his feet and looked down. "Those were good times."

"Yeah..."

Nate then stood up straight and really looked me in the eye. "You know, I don't think I ever said 'sorry'. And I need to before I go through with this."

I was confused. "Sorry for what?"

"For stealing your girlfriend."

"Huh? You didn't exactly steal her."

"Well, you had her and I wanted her. I'll always remember that day when I first had sex with her. And no matter how else I spin it, you two were still together then. Didn't The Code say something about not doing that?"

I chuckled. "Things were different back then. WE were different."

"Still..."

"Look, if it'll ease your conscience, your apology is accepted. And for the record, you make her happier than I ever could have."

"Thanks. That does mean a lot to me." Nate got introspective again and started staring off into the distance. I patiently waited him out. If ever a man was allowed to be alone with his thoughts, the final hour before getting married was certainly the time.

Then Nate just started talking. "Remember when we were younger? All we could think about was getting laid."

I nodded knowingly.

"Nothing else mattered," he continued. "Must have sex. Must have sex. Must have sex. Didn't you tell me one time that you couldn't be tackled because you thought your penis would be broken and you wouldn't be able to have sex with Monica after the Prom?"

I chuckled at the memory. "Yep. As it turned out, YOU had sex with Monica after the Prom."

"Hey, I already apologized for that."

"Oh, I'm not complaining. I had Ellie..." My voice drifted off as memory came back to me.

"Sorry, didn't mean to bring her up," Nate apologized again.

I recovered quickly and waved him off. "No, it's no big deal."

"Monica invited Cherys."

"I know," I shrugged. "She's here with Danielle. Amber's hanging out with them now." I shrugged. "But you were saying?"

Nate looked off into the distance again. "We never really thought about commitment back then. The only reason to be loyal to your girlfriend was that if she caught you cheating then you wouldn't get into her pants anymore. But now?"

I waited on him.

"Look, I'm not trying to be egotistical here." Nate looked down at the ground. "I knew the score in college. I could have almost any girl I wanted at Cal, and I had a lot of them. The NFL is even easier. Girls don't even care that I'm the backup quarterback, just that I wear the uniform. It's a nice lifestyle man..."

I nodded. I didn't exactly have a harem myself, but I knew I probably got more than my fair share of pussy.

He looked me right in the eye. "I'd give it all up... for HER. I don't think she would ask, but if she asked me to quit football and go into business with her, I'd do it. Football is my dream, and she would never make me give it up for her. But if she asked, I would. That's commitment."

And then it was time.

***

There's something inherently strange about watching your ex-girlfriend walk down the aisle at her wedding. I felt honestly and truly happy for Monica. She was marrying the man with whom she belonged. She looked radiantly beautiful in a gorgeous white dress. And yet, I could still remember what she looked like naked.

So with that naughty little image in my head, I turned in unison with my other groomsmen and kept my lascivious grin hidden beneath a stoic exterior as I focused on the wedding ceremony. Usually these things felt interminably long. But somehow, this one just flew by so fast. The next thing I knew, I had escorted my bridesmaid back up the aisle and outside into the bright afternoon sun.

Still, it wasn't over yet. We hung around the church for the next hour snapping photos. You know the drill: bride and groom, groom and his groomsmen, bride and the groomsmen, the whole wedding party, and on and on ad nauseum. I'm fairly certain we spent more time on the photos than the entire wedding ceremony itself.

I managed to keep in good spirits by cracking jokes with the boys, especially a groomsman named Aaron. He was a close friend of Monica's at Stanford and Nate had willingly let him be one of the three groomsmen. The happy couple liked the symmetry: the best man was Nate's best friend from Cal, Aaron was Monica's best male friend from Stanford, and I was the mutual friend from High School. 

Meanwhile, Amber, Danielle, and Cherys hung around snapping candids while we went through our poses, and Aaron seemed dutifully impressed when I pointed out Amber as my girlfriend. I promised I'd introduce them at the reception.

Then, when I mentioned that she would be going to Stanford in the fall for Medical School, Aaron just about bugged his eyes out. Turns out, so was he. The wheels were already turning in my head. Aaron was a good looking guy and apparently nice enough to be considered a good friend of Monica's. He had boyfriend material stamped across his forehead.

Was this the beginning of the end for me and Amber?

***

"I'd give it all up... for HER. She would never ask me to give it up. But if she did, I would. That's commitment."

I spent a lot of time the next week thinking about what Nate said. By now, I'm sure he'd forgotten his little speech and was busy screwing Monica's lights out on their honeymoon. But it was still in my head and I had some decisions to make about me and Amber.

She would never ask me to leave my home to be with her. But if she did... would I?

I could never ask her to go to Medical School with me here. But if I did... did I think she would?

How much did I know about this girl who said she loved me? How committed was I to the woman I said I loved?

In the end, it was the look on Nate's face when he said it that made up my mind. When he'd said his final two words: "That's commitment", he'd said them with such conviction and force that I couldn't doubt it. It's not like he was challenging me. He was just reminding himself of why he was marrying Monica.

I couldn't say it with that much conviction. The fact that I was questioning my commitment meant that I wasn't as committed as I needed to be.

Amber and I had avoided asking each other those ultimatum questions. Neither of us were ready for them, which meant that neither of us were ready to follow each other into 'no matter what'. It was a sobering thought.

When I got home from work that night, Amber immediately picked up on my melancholy mood. Part of her cheering up methodology included a languorous lovemaking session.

Just before we went to sleep, as Amber pillowed her head on my chest and we cuddled in the aftermath, I mentally reached out and knocked over another crystal vase.

That was one less rose remaining.

***

SUMMER (July 2003)

Like many a morning before work, I was mildly depressed as I considered the impending doom of my relationship with Amber. This melancholy was only amplified by the fact that a proper injection of caffeine had yet to work its way into my bloodstream. But as I sat and stared glumly at the table in my regular Starbucks, I hoped that at least the caffeine problem would soon rectify itself.

I was sipping my Grande Nepenthe-something when a familiar voice said, "Morning David."

I turned just in time to feel a short, but tender peck at my cheek and an arm briefly wrap around my shoulders in an almost-hug. And then Brianna's green eyes were sparkling as she moved around the table and settled into the seat opposite me.

I wrinkled my brow in confusion. Not at the semi-affectionate greeting -- Brianna had been getting touchy-feely for a couple of months now -- but at her presence at this particular Starbucks. "Isn't this a little out of your way?"

"Hmm? Oh, no actually." She shrugged as she began sipping at her own coffee. "The one by my house got this new barista who's just an absolute bitch. I swear she spit in my coffee yesterday, so I stopped going there. And besides, I ran into you here with Kathy that one time, remember?"

In my still slightly depressed state, my brain wasn't accessing old data quite so well. I jogged through my memory, having a vague recollection of such an occasion, but not actually remembering it. But hey, when a pretty girl remembers an event like that, you play along. "Sure," I answered without much conviction.

Brianna gave me a funny look, then reached out and smacked my arm. "You dork! You don't remember, do you? It was like your first week of work and we showed Kathy your sister's photo for the first time."

All I could answer was a delayed, "Oww!" She'd really hit me hard. But rather than spur me into my usual witty comeback, I just sighed and sagged deeper into my chair. I just wasn't in the mood.

"David," Brianna's voice took on a softer tone. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing."

"THAT doesn't look like a nothing."

I sighed again. What was wrong was that in a few months, the woman I loved would be leaving me. I'd already bitched and moaned to Danielle and Cherys, then Kevin and Jen. Brianna and I were getting to the point where I'd consider her a friend. And besides, she was an attractive girl. Maybe she'd be able to give me some insight into what was going through Amber's mind.

So I told her.

***

TWO WEEKS LATER (July 2003)

I was sipping my Grande Madagascar Roast-something when a familiar voice said, "Morning cutie." Before I could react any further, a shapely lithe body had slid into my lap as the girl wrapped her free arm around my shoulders. Her timing could not have been worse.

"Brianna, uh, you should know that-" I began. But that was all I got out before Amber's voice sounded off behind me.

"Oh, hi Brianna. Haven't seen you in a while."

The brunette in my lap whipped her head around and then stood quickly, albeit awkwardly, and then she began to straighten out her skirt. "Amber... hey..." Brianna said quietly.

The pretty brunette looked rather surprised to see my girlfriend here, a new development compared to our recent morning routine. Following that first chance encounter at Starbucks where I spilled the emotions of my impending break-up, Brianna and I had been meeting every day before work to chat over the latest Sumatra or indulge in a caramel macchiato.

Sitting across the table from me had turned into sitting in the chair adjacent to me. Sitting adjacent to me had turned into scooting her chair right next to mine where our thighs were actually touching. Sitting with our thighs touching had turned into absentmindedly playing with my arm as we talked. And in the last couple of days, Brianna had turned to hopping into my lap in brief greeting before more chastely taking the seat beside me.

I didn't really know what to think. I got the idea that Brianna was coming on to me, maybe even laying the seeds for our own relationship once Amber was out of the picture. And as such, I hadn't yet told Amber about our daily morning coffee meetings.

So when Amber actually woke up early and invited herself to get coffee with me and drop me off to work, all I could do was stammeringly agree and hope Brianna saw Amber before she sat in my lap.

But then Amber had gone to the ladies room. And before my scanning eyes could catch Brianna in the crowd, she'd slid into my lap just in time for a returning Amber to catch her.

I looked to my girlfriend and saw a look I'd never seen before on her face. Her blue eyes were dark and piercing. The rest of her face was unreadable, but her eyes told the whole story as she looked Brianna up and down carefully while the embarrassed brunette said quietly, "Amber... hey..."

Amber had never been jealous before. I'd never given her a reason to be, despite fucking quite a few other beautiful women. But now as I saw Amber's eyes clearly evaluating Brianna, I wondered if I'd finally tripped Amber's jealousy circuit. From the wary expression on Brianna's face, I surmised that Brianna was wondering as well.




The Book of David Ch. 10



But a moment later, Amber's face went from intense to friendly and she said brightly, "Please, join us! I haven't seen you in forever. We should hit the mall soon. There's supposed to be a good summer sale coming up."

Brianna put on her best smile and nodded as she sat in the open third chair. "I think it's this weekend."

"Shall we? If you're free."

"Yeah, that sounds like fun," Brianna smiled, but I could still see the muscles forcing her smile. Amber then decided to take things into her own hands... literally.

The blonde smiled and reached her hands out to Brianna's, gently wrapping her fingers around as the brunette held her coffee cup with both hands. "Relax... I'm not mad or anything. I just had to see for myself."

Confused, both Brianna and I asked "See what?" at the same time.

Amber looked right at Brianna. "See if you were really interested in him."

Brianna jerked her hands back, just barely managing not to spill her coffee. "Oh, no. We're just friends. I don't want you to get the wrong idea." Just a little bit of panic was creeping into her voice.

"Relax..." Amber intoned again, smiling in a calming, friendly manner. "Anyways, it's too late. I can already tell."

Now Brianna was half-hyperventilating. "Tell what?"

"You like David." Amber's smile grew. "If you were just flirting for the fun of it, you wouldn't have gotten all tense when I started looking at you like that."

"Any girl would have gotten tense," Brianna protested.

"Not like that. That was the oh-shit-I-just-got-caught-scamming-on-her-boyfriend tense." Amber backed up and took another sip of her coffee. "I was watching you during the Christmas party. You were just flirting back then, with a hint of maybe being a little more interested. But at the time, it wasn't anything serious. But now? You LIKE him."

Brianna's jaw just kind of waggled up and down for a moment. I was worried about our public location and I scanned the room to make sure nobody was really paying attention to us. And then Brianna found her voice. "Amber, I... I never would have done anything. I can't help how he makes me feel, but I would NEVER steal a guy. It's just not the kind of person that I-"

"Re-LAX already!" Amber admonished. "If I was going to get mad at you, I would have done it already."

"Then... wh- what?" Brianna was thoroughly confused. And now, all coffee was forgotten.

"Look. In two months, I'll be off to Med School. All that could take... well, like seven years. A lot can happen in that time." Amber looked at me and now she reached out to take my hand with her right. "David, I don't want you getting all depressed or something, not being with me. We're too young to be like that."

"Nate and Monica weren't too young," I answered in a quiet voice, holding Amber's gaze.

Amber's jaw dropped an inch. She hadn't been expecting that response and it threw her off-track for a moment. Her eyes softened and pleaded with me, "Don't make this harder than it already is."

And then Amber reached out with her left hand and put it on top of Brianna's knuckles. "All I'm saying, if you want to see how you and David might be together... you don't have to wait until September."

Brianna's face was unreadable, but she didn't pull her hand away from Amber's grasp.

"Amber..." I began, but my girlfriend silenced me with a glance.

"Look, Brianna. You don't have to make any decisions right now. I just want you to know where I stand on things. I'm going to continue being with David right up until the minute I leave, but I won't get in the way if you want to go on a few dates, get to know each other, or whatever happens."

Brianna just looked at my girlfriend strangely, not quite sure what she was hearing.

Amber cocked her head. "Hell... if you want to fuck my boyfriend, go right ahead."

With that, Amber stood and pulled me with her. "Come on, baby. I'll drop you off at work. We should give Brianna some time to think. I know I shocked the hell out of her with this."

"And Brianna?" Amber continued. "Really, I hope that we're cool. I'm looking forward to shopping this weekend!"

***

Brianna was clearly avoiding me at work. We ran into each other just once, in the morning. Automatically, her pleased smile came out and she opened her mouth to make a flirty greeting. And then her brain caught up and the words died on her lips. She kind of looked at the floor, and then without a sound, she fled away.

I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to sort out my feelings for her.

First of all, was I attracted to Brianna? I knew with absolute certainty that the answer was yes. To many another guy, she might be just another pretty brunette. But to me, she was something subconsciously special to me. Physically, she reminded me of Danielle, which was both good and bad at the same time, and very arousing to me. Mentally, she challenged me just as much as the other women in my life had. E-Beth had been the gold standard for raw academic excellence and Amber was smart enough to get into Stanford Medical School. While Brianna might not be quite that academic, she was intelligent and sharp enough to beat me at Sudoku, which somehow I found really, really sexy.

But no matter the attraction, my heart belonged to Amber. To start dating Brianna while I still had those feelings for Amber wouldn't be fair to Brianna. I wouldn't be able to give her my all emotionally. And I wasn't sure really WHO I would be once Amber moved away. What if I went into a mourning period and suddenly became an emotional sinkhole when that happened? No way a girl like Brianna, just a month into dating, would want to put up with that kind of baggage. Whatever else was going on, I didn't want to lose Brianna as a friend.

And yet, no matter how much I might want to protect the friendship, could we still be friends the way we were after Amber had 'outed' her and her feelings this morning?

I made the decision that staying friends made the most sense. Maintain the friendship, give myself time to move on from Amber, and in the future, who knew? If Brianna and I were meant to be, we'd get together when the time was right.

I felt better having a plan. And when the day was over, I headed out with a clear conscience. Since she dropped me off this morning, Amber was picking me up at 5 PM.

But just as I got out the front door, my hand was suddenly yanked backwards. Off-balance, I spun around and caught just a brief glimpse of bright green eyes before Brianna flung her body into me and planted her lips against mine.

She moaned as she began to suck my face and squirmed her tongue in between my lips. I felt the tight squeeze of her hands against my shoulders as she clutched me fiercely. And then all too quickly it was over.

Brianna's eyes were wild and she panted heavily. Three other coworkers had stopped on their way out the door and were gawking at us. And without another word, Brianna turned and fled across the parking lot.

My heart was racing, and a musical laugh rang out in the still air. I turned and looked to the curb, where Amber's car was parked and she leaned against the door, one hand covering her laugh as her eyes danced mirthfully. She even glanced pointedly at my crotch, where I saw a sizeable tent in my jeans.

"Down boy," I growled to my dick as I started walking over to my girlfriend. But just when it seemed to begin wilting, Amber pulled me to her and shoved her tongue into my throat. My eyes simply rolled back into my head as the blonde vixen did her best to match Brianna's passion, and she did a good job.

When we broke for air, she whispered. "Let's go home."

***

We'd no sooner parked than Amber took off at a dead run into the house. It was left to me to close the garage and start after her. By the time I made it to the bedroom, Amber was already fully naked, sitting up against the pillows with her legs spread wide, one finger stirring her moist honeypot.

"Fuck me, David..." she husked. "Fuck me like you'd fuck her..."

For a brief moment, I tried to make Brianna's features mold over Amber's, envisioning the brunette in my mind's eye. But I couldn't. No matter what attraction I had for Brianna, I was still in love with my Amber.

"No," I said as I began to strip.

"Why not?"

"Because," I growled as my clothes came off. "All I really want is you."

***

I was sipping a Caramel Macchiato this time. It wasn't normally my kind of drink, but with my nerves a little on edge, I felt like something sweet and cloying. I had just placed the cup back on the table when a familiar voice said, "Morning David."

I looked up just in time to see Brianna settle into the seat opposite me. Simultaneously, I felt relieved and dejected that she hadn't made a more physically affectionate greeting. "Is that how it's going to be? You sitting over there?" I waved my hands to indicate the great distance between us.

"I don't know." She looked more nervous than I felt. "I'm not sure how this all works. I mean, I've dated before. Just... just not while the guy was seeing someone else. If I go out on a date with a guy who's still taken, that makes me the other woman. I really don't like that idea. I'm not that kind of girl."

"Then... let's not."

She suddenly looked scared. "Not what? You don't want me?" It was clear from her stricken expression that while she'd admitted she was attracted to me, she still had her doubts about my feelings.

On instinct I leaned forward and reached across the table to hold her hands. It had always been my way of reassuring a girl that I cared about her. "I do... I do... Bree, if I hadn't been with Amber I would have been tripping over myself from Day One trying to get you to go out with me."

She managed a little smile at that and her fingers squeezed mine.

My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to figure out my own mind. "I just meant, let's not 'date'. Let's go out. Let's have dinner. Let's see each other outside of work."

"What do you call this?" She indicated our hands.

"This is a start. This is coffee. And I would like to keep meeting here to start our days." My gaze was warm and for a little while, the only woman in the world I could think about was the pretty brunette sitting across from me.

"But you don't want to date me."

"I..." I couldn't think of the right words. "Like you said, I'm seeing someone else. But I want to be your friend. I want to get to know you better; whatever it takes to do that I'll do. We can hang out, get dinner at Taco Bell. That's not really a date, is it?"

She smiled. "Okay. But can we set a specific time for 'hanging out'?"

"How about tomorrow night? I'll swing by your place at seven?"

"Tomorrow's Saturday." Brianna blushed with an impish smile that looked very, very cute. "If you pick me up at my place at seven on a Saturday then it's a date."

I scratched my head, thinking quickly. All these hoops and technicalities made this HARDER than a real date. "Fine. As a FRIEND, I'm letting you know that I don't have any plans for tomorrow night. So why don't I call you or you call me sometime tomorrow and we'll go hang out, okay?"

"Sure. We'll figure it out tomorrow sometime." Brianna smiled and then took another sip of her coffee before sliding her chair around until it was right beside me, her thigh just about touching mine. And then with one hand gently stroking my cheek, she leaned in and kissed me.

Just friends... riiight...

***

I rolled over onto my belly, my right arm reaching out and finding nothing but an empty pillow. My right eye cracked open and swiveled around, taking a moment to focus before I realized I was alone in bed.

I sat up and saw Amber putting the finishing touches on her outfit. It was almost noon.

"Morning, sleepyhead."

"Morning," I mumbled. It sounded more like 'mrrblunnd' with my own pillow in my face. I finally sat up a little straighter. "Where're you going?"

"I'm going shopping with Brianna, remember?"

"Oh, yeah..." My body was physically upright, but I was far from awake.

My girlfriend stopped by the bed and kissed me before she went out. "Bye. I'll see you later."

With an empty house and no immediate plans, I briefly wondered what I was going to do with myself this day. And then my stomach growled at me.

Well, that decided it. Ten minutes later, I was headed off to Kevin and Jen's place. Surely they would have some food for me.

***

"So let me get this straight," Jen pontificated as her spatula slid some French Toast onto my plate. "Mr. Man-slut here, facing the imminent loss of his wealthy, supermodel girlfriend, is offered point-blank the option to jump in the sack and start boning the young, hot chick at the office, and you HESITATE?"

"Look, I don't fuck EVERY hot girl who comes across my path," I protested.

"Dude, sure you do," Kevin retorted. He cut off another slice of his own French Toast. "As long as you don't think it'll weigh on your conscience. Nataliya, Maria, Diane, who knows HOW many chicks at those orgies you went to Junior Year? No emotional attachment, just sex." Then he stuffed his mouth.

"I cared about E-Beth!"

"She's a prior. She doesn't count," Kevin said around a mouthful of toast. Then he wagged his fork at me. "And you're not helping your case that you DON'T fuck every hot chick that comes across your path."

Jen nodded thoughtfully. "So that answers that."

"What?" I still hadn't touched my food, despite my stomach growling.

"You really like Brianna. You can't just fuck her without wanting to be in a relationship," Jen nodded.

"Huh?"

Jen's voice dropped, and she explained as if I were in grade school. "The proof that you really like her, on an emotional level, is that you're hesitating to fuck her. If she was just another pretty girl, you'd have already boinked her by now." Jen leaned back against her chair. "You should bring her by so we can meet her. Get the whole stamp of approval for the new girlfriend, you know?"

"She's not my new girlfriend!" I protested.

"Right, dude," Kevin drawled. "You're just 'friends'."

I sighed, thinking about the way Brianna had kissed me. "Right." I answered without conviction. "We're not even going to think about really dating until after I've got Amber out of my system."

Kevin grinned. "Riiight."

***

I was back home and staring at my cell phone, impatiently waiting for it to ring before I absolutely lost my mind and made the phone call myself.

This wasn't a date. It wasn't a date.

It's not a date...

Who was I kidding? I'd changed my outfit three times trying to look nice and yet casual at the same time. I played with my hair for an hour trying to get it to look as if I hadn't done anything to it at all. And I'd overdone the cologne and had to try and scrub some off myself.

But as long as I wasn't the one to call her. As long as I, the one with a steady girlfriend, didn't initiate, I could tell myself it wasn't a date.

But I had to see her. Brianna had gotten under my skin. I was still in love with Amber, but it was the familiar and comfortable love that nevertheless felt like it was on the decline. Brianna was the new, the unknown, the exciting. My blood boiled just thinking about her.

And just when I was about to lose my nerve and make the call, my cell phone rang.

I answered without checking the display. "Hello?" I said excitedly, waiting to hear Brianna's voice, so excited to go out with me.

"Hey, babe!" Amber said brightly. "How you doing?"

"Amber!?" I said with mixed surprise and happiness. "Hey!" I was doing my best to tamp down on the surprised element in my tone.

"Hmph." I could hear her knowing grin on the other end of the line. "Anyways, we're just about done shopping here and my feet are killing me. I'm going to come home, but there's someone here who wants to talk to you."

I heard Amber pass the phone over, followed by a familiar "David!"

I did my best to calm down. "Hey, Brianna."

"Well, I'm having a good time out here by the mall and I want to keep having fun, but your girlfriend is making up some excuse about her feet."

"Okay..."

"Luckily for me, she volunteered you to come out and hang." Brianna was a pretty bad actress. Her line just seemed a little too stiff and rehearsed. But there was no faking the excitement in her voice.

"Really..." I deadpanned.

"So we're at the mall. Why don't you meet us at Jamba?"

I was already out the door.

***

"Wow, that was fast!" Brianna smiled as I walked into the Jamba Juice. They seemed to have just received their orders. My eyeballs individually tried to go in two different directions. My left eye wanted to rove over my very pretty girlfriend, Amber. My right eye wanted to check out what Brianna happened to be wearing this day.

In all honesty, Amber was the 'hotter' girl, purely based on physical appearance. I couldn't even imagine trying to trade her up from an attractiveness perspective. If it weren't for this Medical School situation, I doubt I would have ever seriously considered going out with another woman.

And yet, despite Amber's raw physical beauty, my attention was inexorably drawn to Brianna. Not only was she the 'new' girl, but her current attire was INCREDIBLE.

Standing at a decent 5'8", Brianna's upright posture and poise made her seem almost as tall as Amber. Her makeup was light, but perfectly done to accentuate her facial features, and from the way her dark hair was currently styled, I would have sworn the girls had just come from an expensive salon at the mall.

Now most of the time I'd seen Brianna had been during the workweek. Those days mostly consisted of business attire, with conservative skirts or pants and long sleeved blouses. Even casual Fridays were jeans and cute polo tops. But today, Brianna was pushing the limits of the term "casual". Strappy heels, a VERY short miniskirt, and a stylish blouse was the outfit of the day. In the July heat, the materials were all very thin and body hugging, and several buttons of the blouse were left undone to reveal some very enticing cleavage. I muttered under my breath that even her tits were as nice as Danielle's.

"Hi, babe," Amber walked over to me and gave me a hug. She pretended not to notice my mouth gaping as I looked past her shoulder at Brianna. "You like the outfit?"

I nodded almost imperceptibly.

"We picked it out today." And then Amber's lips moved up to my ear. "We also picked out her lingerie."

I stiffened and then Amber asked sweetly, holding up her cup. "You want a taste?"

Smoothies were the last thing on my mind right now. And when I didn't answer, Amber simply turned and kissed my cheek. "Hmm, you smell good," she husked knowingly. It wasn't every day that I wore cologne to go to the mall.

But then Amber simply smiled at me. "Bye, babe. I'll see you tonight. By the way, I picked her up this morning, so you'll have to drop her off at her apartment."

I nodded, and then Brianna and I said our goodbyes to Amber. And then we were finally alone.

NOT on a date...

I wasn't quite ready to deal with that yet, so I got into line to make my own order. As Brianna followed me, I tried to come up with a new subject. "So what did you and Amber talk about all day."

"You." There was no further elaboration. Brianna simply stared straight into my eyes with an enigmatic look.

"Ooh, that's dangerous," I tried to inject a little humor into Brianna's smoky intensity. And for a moment, Brianna stopped undressing me with her eyes.

"Why?"

"Two beautiful women, talking about a guy. Either you're sharing all the bad things about me, or praising me so much I'll never live up to your expectations."

"David. You couldn't disappoint me if you tried." There was no doubting the sincerity in Brianna's voice. She was really crushing on me.

I didn't know how to react to that. If I'd had any doubts that Brianna wanted to take our friendship beyond 'just friends', they were now gone. I turned away to process that, and mercifully I was soon occupied by the mundane routine of ordering up my smoothie.




The Book of David Ch. 10



When I finally got it and turned around, Brianna was casually seated on a barstool, leaning back against the counter in a pose that drew my attention to the soft skin of her legs. She'd also undone another button on her blouse, and my jaw waggled up and down a couple of times trying to untie my own tongue.

"So? What now?" I asked. I was too busy ogling Brianna and how beautiful she looked to think of a plan right now.

She sipped at her smoothie, drawing my attention to her ruby red lips wrapped tightly around the straw. She popped up and gasped lightly for air. "Doesn't really matter," she said. "As long as it's with you."

***

Hours later, we were parked in front of Brianna's apartment, and she was practically in my lap as we did our best to inhale each other's mouth. But things had not always been this way.

After the first twenty minutes, I started to get used to Brianna's attire and relaxed considerably. The conversation flowed from then. She told me about her family and career goals. I talked about my family and personality quirks. We never held hands. We never made any affectionate caresses beyond the usual flirtatious touches.

It wasn't a date. It was just hanging out. We were just platonic friends who liked to flirt. As attracted as I was to Brianna, and as much as my hormones wanted me to fuck her, I couldn't yet bring myself to think of a romantic future that didn't have Amber in it.

But even if I wasn't going to make a move, something Amber must have said to Brianna gave the pretty brunette the green light to make her move.

On the drive to Brianna's place, the sexual tension that had been simmering between us had just about reached boiling point. And the ego-stroking self- confidence in myself was getting quite the pickup when I realized the significance of where Brianna lived.

I pulled over the curb in front of her apartment complex, my car hidden in the shadows by a tree blocking the street lights. We were almost in complete darkness. And as I killed the engine and the world around us quieted, I asked softly, "The Starbucks you keep meeting me at?" There was an obvious question in my voice.

"Yes..." Brianna purred as she leaned across the center console towards me.

"That's not on your way to work, is it?"

"Not even close," Brianna grinned, her teeth luminous in the shadows. And then her hands suddenly grabbed my head and yanked me to her. Hours and hours worth of tension had battered my self-control, and I just couldn't think about just being friends anymore.

All I could smell was her sweet scent. All I could taste was the spiciness of her lips. All I could feel was pure lust. And for what seemed like twenty minutes, that was all we needed. Brianna's kiss had all the passion of our first kiss, just outside the front doors at work. Only this time, she wasn't about to flee across the parking lot.

In fact, Brianna was pulling closer. Our positions were awkward, leaning across the seats the way we were. I unfortunately had not picked this new car with an eye towards front-seat makeout sessions. And after so long in this position, my back muscles were starting to spasm.

That minor discomfort was the first signal that what I was doing was not quite totally right. And I was in that frame of mind when Brianna's hand snaked down to my crotch, experimentally tracing the hard outline of my cock as I tented my jeans.

I whimpered in some surprise, not entirely comfortable where this was going just yet, and pulled my head away from our kiss. Brianna took the opportunity to focus her attention downwards as she unbuttoned me and dragged down the zipper.

"Bree..." I gasped. Like a snowball picking up momentum as it rolled downhill, the warnings in my mind grew and grew until they blocked out all other thought. I had a girlfriend. I loved my girlfriend. And no matter what kind of permission, having these feelings for another girl was a kind of cheating. "Brianna," I stated a little more sternly.

My tone got her attention. She was panting with arousal, her blouse now unbuttoned halfway down and revealing a lacey black bra. Her eyes were a little unfocused as she looked into my eyes. "Will you come inside?" she husked.

I gulped, pinching my eyebrows together, and then I shook my head. "I can't..." I just managed to gasp.

Brianna pouted and leaned into me, seemingly intent to kiss me again and change my mind. But I held my hand up to her lips, blocking her.

"I can't... I'm not ready yet."

Brianna squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, and when she opened up again her wild look had been somewhat tempered. Sighing, she nodded, and I removed my hand.

But just when she had a clear path to my mouth, she dove in and kissed me again. Meanwhile, her hand snaked beneath my shorts and her fingers wrapped around my naked cock.

"Oh, gawd..." I gasped as the heady rush of passion flooded back into my brain, wiping out all my concerns. If she just kept this up, she would be able to do whatever she wanted to me. But just as soon as she started, she pulled away, popped the door, and stepped outside.

She turned around almost immediately, grinning at me while she hurriedly buttoned back up her blouse. "See you at work..." her eyes swiveled down to my crotch, "... big boy!"

And then she walked away.

***

I was still shaking when I got home. Amber was sitting on the bed in a comfy bathrobe, reading a magazine. Her soft blonde hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing her wire-rimmed glasses. As I braced myself against the doorjamb, I thought back fondly to the way I remembered her studying with me for chemistry so long ago.

My hormones were pumping so hard I could barely walk straight as I went into our bedroom.

Amber studied me as I walked in. "Did you fuck her?"

"No," I croaked softly.

"Did you get ANY relief?"

"No," I stated, a little more harshly.

"Did you even get to see her in her new lingerie?"

"No," I growled, still very, very horny. My erection had not gone down at all since I left Brianna's place.

Amber smiled and sat up, then shrugged the bathrobe off her shoulders to reveal her spectacular 32Ds, so firm and round and with pink nipples already erect.

Her blue eyes shone as she batted her eyelashes. "Come fuck me."

***

SUMMER (August 2003)

"Still think this isn't a date?"

There was something poetic about this spot. I sat on the trunk of my car, my feet braced on the bumper. Brianna sat next to me, holding my hand and leaning against my shoulder. Together, we looked out across the expansive vista before us.

It was the same spot I was at a year and a half ago, looking down from the high cliff perch to the river far below. Only this time, I wasn't with my sister Danielle. And yet, sitting besides Brianna and seeing her pretty face, I couldn't help but be reminded of that wonderful day.

"Well..." Brianna nudged me.

"No. It's not a date," I answered, without much conviction.

"This is a pretty damn romantic spot for 'just friends'."

I shrugged. "I brought my sister here."

"Fine, fine." Brianna accepted the 'sister' comment at its non-sexual face value, and then turned and looked across the view. Seeing its grand beauty always calmed me, and it seemed to work for her as well. "You're still going to kiss me at the end of the day, aren't you?"

"No. You're going to kiss me," I replied tersely. Brianna had kissed me at the end of our last four 'non-dates'.

"Let me rephrase. You're still going to let me kiss you at the end of the day, aren't you?"

I closed my eyes and remembered what Danielle's lips felt like. Then forcing my mind back to the present, I answered Brianna. "Have I ever tried to stop you?"

"No..." The pretty brunette giggled and then turned to me. "Does that mean you WON'T try to stop me if I go beyond kissing?"

"I don't know."

"Well... what if I do this?" Brianna slid her hand down over my crotch. I was in a romantic mood, not a sexual mood, and I wasn't hard yet. Brianna frowned, and then slid off the trunk of the car. And then her hands were busy with my shorts. "Bree?" I asked in concern.

"Are you going to try to stop me?"

Brianna unbuttoned me and then yanked down the zipper. A moment later, she pulled my half-hard cock through the flap of my boxers. And then bending over into my lap, standing at a highway turnoff overlooking the river, only nominally hidden by the car from any passing motorists, Brianna slurped me into her mouth.

My mind did what it had been doing for the past month, it locked up and refused to make a decision. A part of me protested out of loyalty to my girlfriend. This wasn't just sex; this was a budding rival relationship. But a part of me accepted the sex. I'd been intimate with other girls while dating Amber; this wasn't anything new from a purely physical standpoint.

And on top of that indecision, I couldn't help but recognize how unfair this all was to Brianna. Right now, she was adopting the attitude of take-what-I-can-get. But all I was giving her was an empty shell of myself; my heart still belonged to Amber. Brianna's and my relationship was incredibly unbalanced, and even when I was in this gorgeous place with her, I was thinking of the last time I was here, with Danielle.

But for now, the strongest argument was made by my penis. Brianna's mouth felt good. And so I didn't decide. I just let it happen.

She was right. I wouldn't try to stop her. I wouldn't initiate, but I wouldn't stop her. She could get up and start fucking me, and I wouldn't even stop her.

But for now, Brianna's first blowjob on me would do just fine. I was fully hard in no time, and pretty soon she was bobbing her head up and down with powerful suction. The wind blew in my face as my vision was filled with such a beautiful landscape. Between that and the heavenly sensations coming up through my crotch, I floated on a surreal fantasy and very quickly ramped up towards the point of eruption.

Just when my hands tightened in Brianna's hair, she switched gears from powerful sucking to playful teasing. "Nuh-uh..." she mumbled around my shaft as she pulled me out and then began to lave her tongue down the sides while I felt the cool air whipping over my wet cock.

Her new ministrations brought my attention down to her, and when she felt my gaze, she swiveled her brilliant green eyes up to look right at me as she continued her pleasurable sucking motions on my cock.

We must have been better hidden than I thought. In the time while Brianna blew me, I heard at least four cars drive by on the road behind us. Never once did I hear a honk. So after the first few minutes, I let myself relax and enjoy.

I held her head tenderly in my hands as she bobbed and weaved around me, expertly bestowing me with an erotic tongue dance. She was good. And as I surrendered myself to the pleasure, I opened my eyes again to the view. The sun was coming down, the sky already turning to orange. And the light glinted off of Brianna's eyes.

Once, just once, I thought of Danielle.

More than once, I thought of Amber.

But then at last, I let reality fill my mind as I watched Brianna's pouty lips stretched wide around my member. It was an intoxicating sight, and I let the hormonal arousal flush through me as I watched this pretty girl sucking on me for the first time.

She saw the tension in my eyes, and once again Brianna went back to her powerful suction as she bobbed up and down rapidly. Her hands joined the mix, both of them squeezing and caressing and corkscrewing along my rod. And just when the wind picked up to blast me with a refreshing burst of cool air, my hips bucked and I was cumming into Brianna's mouth.

She grunted with the effort of swallowing that first shot, hard and fast to the back of her throat. And then I could hear the glugging noise of her throat as she took the rest of my load deep into her belly.

My whole body shuddered and I bent forward at the waist, trembling as I emptied the contents of my swollen balls into Brianna's receptive mouth. And at last, she'd drained me dry and we were both panting for air.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and as Brianna stood, I pulled her between my spread knees and wrapped her in a tight hug. She practically purred as I enfolded her slender body in my arms, her head pressed to my chest while I sat on the trunk of my car and she stood on the ground before me.

I had my release. She had her chance to please me. We were both quite satisfied with the outcomes, even if they weren't quite what we may have wanted deep down inside. I still felt a little guilty, wishing we hadn't done that much. Perhaps she'd wanted to do even more.

But she didn't press me that night. I think she knew she could have gotten me to sleep with her if she pushed. But I wasn't really ready yet.

I dropped her off at her place with a pleasant kiss. We made a 'non-date' to hang out the next weekend.

Amber studied me as I walked in. She was in the kitchen, facing me while standing at the range with some big, black pots over the burners. My girlfriend rarely cooked, but she did look quite ravishing in the apron, high heels, and nothing else. 

"Did you fuck her?"

"No," I said in a husky voice. It was then that I noticed the range burners weren't actually on. She was just posing to be enticing, and it was working.

"Did you get ANY relief?" Amber's tits were practically spilling out from behind the apron. Then she began to turn around.

"She gave me a blowjob," I answered, and then focused in on Amber's naked ass as she turned around and bent over the kitchen counter.

The apron's strap was tied behind her waist. That and the halter tie around her neck were the only things barring a complete view of her backside from head to heels. And from the way Amber was bending, I could now see the pretty pink of her pussy lips coming into view.

Then Amber raised up a bottle of olive oil, waggling it in her left hand. With her right, she pulled her asscheek to the side, showing me the dark red rose of her anus. "Got enough left to fuck my ass?"

My pants had already hit the floor. No mental confusion. No hesitation. Amber was still my girlfriend and I intended to fuck her so hard she would never forget it.

***

"Okay, maybe this is a date," I conceded.

Brianna smiled from behind her wine glass just before she took a sip. When she breathed out a satisfied, "Ahh..." she said, "At least we've graduated beyond Taco Bell."

The Italian restaurant we were at had a reputation for being a romantic hotspot. With red velvet, mood lighting, and wonderful food, that reputation was well deserved. After almost two full months of 'hanging out', Brianna had slowly worn me down.

She'd held onto my arm as we approached the maitre'd for our reservation. I'd washed and waxed the car, and the valet whistled in envy at me when Brianna had gotten out of the car. Her hair and makeup looked liked she'd spent a good amount of time in front of the mirror. Her maroon dress had a plunging neckline and artfully enhanced her lithe body. Her heels flexed her calves and made it look like her legs went on forever. And she'd upgraded from casual jewelry to some of her shiny finest.

Brianna had called ahead to Amber and my girlfriend had me dressed to match in a dinner jacket, slacks, and a maroon dress shirt. Brianna and I looked quite the couple.

The maitre'd had led us to a semi-private table for four, and I pulled out Brianna's chair for her before settling into one adjacent. We kept sneaking little flirty looks at each other as we perused the menus. And then just after our waiter poured the wine, Brianna giggled and asked, "Still think this isn't a date?"

I conceded it might be a date and Brianna made her Taco Bell comment. We were just about ready to order and Brianna was taking a new sip of her wine when she suddenly froze in absolute shock, her mouth gaping and her eyes wide open.

I followed her line of sight and turned just in time to see Danielle, quite dolled up herself in a green dress, looking our way with Cherys right beside her.

"Dani?" I asked.

The girls left their hostess behind and walked straight over to us, Dani looking oddly from Brianna to me and back before saying, "David?"

Cherys was the fastest to recover and held her hand out to Brianna, saying pleasantly, "Hello, I'm Cherys." The raven-haired beauty's eyes were glowing as she evaluated my dining companion.

Stammering, Brianna managed to look away from Danielle long enough to shake Cherys' hand and answer, "Brianna. Uh... pleased to meet you."

Danielle, for her part, was still in shock as she looked like what amounted to a brunette clone of her. "Uh, David... who is this?"

It dawned on me that with everything going on, I hadn't really told my sister about the Brianna situation. Danielle knew about Amber leaving soon, but since even I didn't know exactly the nature of my relationship with Brianna, I'd never really spoken about it outside of Amber, Kevin, and Jen. I cleared my throat. "Danielle, meet Brianna. She's my friend from Beckman Engineering. Brianna, I've told you about my sister Danielle."

The two looked at each other a little uncomfortably, uneasy as they evaluated the doppelganger before them. In the silence, the maitre'd stepped up. "Would you ladies care to join your friends? Or shall I show you to your table?"

"We'll stay here, thank you," Danielle quickly answered and then she took the seat next to Brianna while Cherys went in the fourth spot between me and her girlfriend.

The awkward tension between my sister and my 'friend' was getting thick so I tried to cut through it quickly. "Look, I'm sorry I haven't told you about Brianna just yet. Things are just a little complicated."

"I'll say, you look just like me," Danielle answered while looking at my companion. Then my sister blinked a few times and took a deep breath. "But, that's no reason for me to be impolite. I'm sorry to intrude on your dinner. We can leave-"

"Oh, no! Don't." Brianna immediately put her hand on Danielle's. "I've been wanting to meet you for a while. And like David said," she looked over at me. "We're just friends."

Cherys smirked. "Friends dressed to the nines at Palluconi's," she deadpanned.

"Well..." Brianna gazed lovingly over at me. "I'm hoping that we can be more than friends someday..."

Danielle's eyebrows went up and she looked right at me with a questioning glance.

"Amber knows everything," I said firmly. "Technically, Amber set us up."

Now Cherys' eyebrows went up.

I sighed. "It's really, really complicated. Look, let's order and we can all chat."

***

Alcohol has many, many dangers. But it's also quite the social lubricant. After a few bottles of wine, all four of us had totally mellowed out and were just enjoying each other's conversation.

There had been the first tension with Danielle and Cherys trying to wrap their heads around Amber's little plan to transition Brianna into my next girlfriend like a cross fade or something.

Then there was Brianna's mind being blown momentarily when she figured out Danielle and Cherys were not 'just friends'.

But by the end of the night, everyone was nicely toasted and pleasantly frisky. From the heavy looks Brianna was giving me, I was pretty sure that the next time she had an opportunity to 'initiate' without me stopping her, she would be initiating us all the way.

Danielle and Brianna found they had a lot more in common than physical appearance and were getting along quite well. Danielle was telling her a rather embarrassing story about me when I was little, and I felt a sly hand slipping onto my thigh... from the wrong end of the table.

I snapped my head around to Cherys, who was giving me her trademark Cheshire grin.

She nodded her head at the matched pair animatedly talking and giggling. She really did have a dirty mind, and I glared at her.




The Book of David Ch. 10



"What?" she hissed quietly to me. "You CAN'T tell me the idea hasn't crossed your mind."

It had. I remembered making love with Danielle. I could imagine making love with Brianna. And the idea of the both of them at the same time absolutely blew my mind. Now that I saw them together at the same time, it was quite easy to tell them apart. Their faces weren't quite the same, and there were numerous other differences beside the obvious hair color. Still, they were close enough in appearance and attractiveness to satisfy any twin fantasies.

Cherys leaned in towards my ear, giving me a deep view of her amazing cleavage, and whispered, "What do you think? All four of us?"

My eyes went wide and I nearly choked on some cannelloni.

"You okay?" Brianna asked quickly. Danielle looked momentarily concerned while Cherys just tried not to laugh.

I pounded my chest. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

The four of us chatted amiably and stretched out dessert until we felt sober enough to drive. And then after some warm hugs all around, we went our separate ways.

Brianna had her hands on me for the whole drive back. Twenty minutes later, we were parked in front of Brianna's apartment, and she was practically in my lap as we did our best to inhale each other's mouth. This time, I didn't think things were going to end in the car.

This time, I was the first to say, "Let's go inside."

Brianna's green eyes practically high-beamed me.

A minute later, we were in Brianna's room as she first stripped my jacket off and then went to work unbuttoning my shirt. I had a much easier time as Brianna's dress had two delicate knots over her shoulders. Once those were tugged loose, the entire garment puddled to the floor. She had dressed for seduction tonight.

She got my shirt off and I ripped my own undershirt over my head before unsnapping her strapless bra. Then my eyes bulged out as Brianna's nice tits popped out for my viewing pleasure. The damn things even looked like Danielle's, nothing huge but plenty big enough to satisfy my perverted mind, and capped with perfect, pretty, pink nipples.

Brianna dropped to her knees then, working my pants and shorts off and making me step out of them along with my socks and shoes. My cock was already hard in anticipation, and with a forceful grip, she knocked my legs out to the sides to give her more room and then ducked her head between my legs to suck my balls into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned as she began to suckle while jacking the shaft of my cock. Her left hand traced along the muscles of my calves, up to my thighs, and around to my firm buttcheeks.

"Ooh, niiice..." she complimented while squeezing my ass. And then she began to turn me around.

I felt a little weird, being buck-naked and being examined like this. If there was one thing totally unique about Brianna, it was that she was a lot more aggressive with me than any previous lovers had been.

"Damn you've got a nice ass," she said happily as both her hands roamed my cheeks. And then I squeaked in surprise as I felt her tongue jump up my crack and she began giving me a rim job.

Kinky... In public, and at work, Brianna had seemed such a sweet girl. Yeah, she was flirty, but the majority of her outfits were somewhat tame and with her sleek brunette hair and pretty but not seductive face, she was the epitome of a young lady.

I was finding that she was a freak in the bedroom.

Brianna stood up and then putting all her weight into manhandling me, she spun and flung me towards her bed. I collapsed onto my back when the back of my calves hit the bedframe, and before I could gasp for air, she'd shucked her panties and was straddling my head.

She'd shaven completely bare, and with her steaming pink folds already widened in my face, she barked down at me. "Fuck you!" she said with some vehemence in her voice. Her f-bomb sounded angry, not seductive.

"What?" I was instantly confused and felt the color draining out of my face.

"Fuck you! For making me fucking wait two fucking months for this!"

I smirked. "You could've had me anytime you wanted. I wouldn't have stopped you."

"Maybe," she growled and then dropped her pussy onto my mouth. "But I still want to blame you and you're going to make it up to me. It's your fault!"

There was something in the way she said it that didn't sound right. And I felt a surge of adrenaline shooting through my arms. With my hands on her thighs, I pushed her back far enough so I could speak without her nether lips blocking me. "My fault?"

I shoved harder and toppled her onto the bed. "My fault?" I said in mock-anger as I got up.

She tried to get up, but I suddenly pushed down with my hands, pinning her back. "This was your fault!" I spun her over and with my forearm, trapped her flat on her belly across the mattress.

"Nnggh!" Brianna groaned as she tried to scramble free, but while her hands clutched out for handholds, she asn't really grabbing onto anything. It dawned on me that she didn't really want me to let her up.

"You've been a bad girl, Bree," I said in a stern voice.

She whimpered and quivered and I swear her pussy got even wetter.

Still in that lecturing voice, I continued. "I could have been fucking you months ago. All you had to do was reach out and take me. But you couldn't even do that. And now you try to blame it on me? Bad girl!"

Without even thinking about it, I reached my hand back and then brought it down hard on Brianna's bare butt, hitting her with a loud *SLAP*.

"Aaaaaggh!!!" Brianna shrieked, her body spasming as she came.

I looked at my hand and at her pussy, realizing nothing even came close to her clit. I would HAVE to introduce this girl to Maria.

"Bad girl!" I spanked her again... and again...

Brianna was howling in delight, and when I thought her ass had been reddened enough, I forcefully flipped her over onto her back.

There was an obvious wet spot on the bedspread where she'd been laying. Now she was splayed out and limp before me, and I climbed up onto the bed, hovering over her before I grabbed her wrists in my hands.

I picked up her arms and then slammed her wrists back into the mattress, growling, "Do not move."

She panted and nodded. And then I settled my crotch between her legs and nudged my angry cockhead forwards. She was lubricating so much that the mushroom head easily slipped inside.

"Oh, David..." she breathed.

Brianna was quivering beneath me, at the edge of a new orgasm already after her spanking, and when I brutally shoved myself balls deep on the first thrust, her body just locked up and she shrieked again, the sound deafening so close to my ear.

And then we were FUCKING.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted in time with my pumping. True to my orders, she didn't try to move, only her head lolling back and forth while her arms remained locked behind her head and her body lay acquiescent beneath me as I simply used her.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

Her body only moved again twice. Both were involuntary. The first was when the ridges of my mushroom head scraping against her inner walls set her off into climax. The second was also an orgasm, triggered by the sudden sensation of my prick hosing down her vagina with its spray of frothy, white cum.

I thrust three final times, spitting out a fresh wad inside of her each time, holding the final one as deep as I could possibly go. And when we were finished, I finally released her wrists and rolled over, both of us panting from one of the most powerful fucks in recent memory.

Since I did all the work, Brianna recovered pretty quickly. Before I realized it, she was curled up in a submissive kneeling position, her legs together and folded beneath her while she bent over and began slurping my limp pecker into her mouth. She stayed pressed down so that her toes pointed back and her butt was on her heels. She even kept her elbows to her sides as she lavished my cock with her oral rejuvenation.

When I started to rise, Brianna turned her head to me, her eyes a jade fire as she begged in a breathy voice, "Please fuck my ass."

She wasn't even touching my dick anymore, but I jerked upwards at that. I didn't answer her immediately, instead placing my hands on her head and directing her back down to my prick, which she swallowed hungrily.

I flipped my head left and right, looking for nightstand drawers. "Do you have any lube?" I asked.

Brianna rolled her eyes back to me with my cock still in her mouth, and very clearly she shook her head 'no', and she half-smiled around my shaft before returning to her sucking. I knew she was lying, she had the lube. But if she wanted it raw then I wasn't going to deny her.

I let her bob up and down on me, guiding her movements with my hands as she gave me a very sloppy blowjob. Her saliva was dripping out of her mouth and coating my shaft. And when I was ready, I pulled her head off me and ordered, "Do not move."

She closed her eyes with a blissful expression on her face and smiled as I slid out from under her head and circled around until I was kneeling on the bed behind her.

Brianna was still in her curled up vertical fetal position, only now her forehead was on the bed. I had a sudden strange thought come to mind as I stared at her perky ass. Shrugging to myself, I got down while pulling her buttcheeks apart, and I took a tentative lick along her asscrack.

She shivered when I did that, letting out a soft moan. And then I sat up. Hmm, didn't taste bad at all. I wouldn't have put it past her to prepare for this. And then as I knelt behind her penitent form, my hands went back to her cheeks as I spread her open wide for me.

The sexy brunette whimpered in anticipation as I placed my cockhead against her anus and then let go with my hands so that each rounded buttcheek pinched back in beside my shaft. "What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Fuck my ass."

I spanked her HARD on her right asscheek. "Aww, you didn't say the magic word."

"PLEASE!" She gasped. "Please fuck my ass."

"Well, because you asked so nicely." And then I pushed forward.

The head went in surprisingly easily. Clearly, this wasn't the first cock in her bunghole. But I didn't mind as I glided down into her hot tightness and she let out a long, low moan of satisfaction as I penetrated down her dark passage.

"Oh... David..." She sang it like a melody.

I didn't pause when my pelvic bone pressed up against her ass. Instead, I immediately backed out until just the head was inside and rebounded to push my way inside once again. And as I slowly pumped, Brianna's chanting "Oh! Oh! Oh" started up once again.

I caught her slipping a hand between her legs to play with her own clit just once. I think she enjoyed the two vicious spanks I gave her as punishment even more.

I began to pick up the pace, Brianna grunting ""Fuck my ass, David! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck it!" to spur me on. And then once we got really pumping at a pretty good clip, she wasn't even able to speak coherently anymore.

"Fnngh! Unngh! Fckkk! Unngh!"

Her moans reached that dark part of me. I felt the male beast I'd usually suppressed beneath my sympathetic, understanding personality beginning to come free. And after Brianna came to one shrieking orgasm with me in her ass, I just threw my head back and let loose.

"Take it, bitch!" I yelled, spanking her with my right hand. "Take my fucking cock up your ass!" I spanked her with my left. "Take it!"

She came again.

So I spanked her again.

I began riding her so hard and so rough that Brianna couldn't even maintain her position anymore. I was rocking her body forward and back with our fucking that after pushing forward just a little too hard, she toppled over onto her face and ended face down with her ass pointing almost vertically into the air, her legs now at a ninety-degree angle. This also pulled her ass off my dick.

"Bad girl!" I yelled as if it were her fault. Then I spanked her three more times before standing above her, aiming my cock straight down, and then viciously shoving my cock deep into her asshole again.

She came again.

I kept humping her downwards, and eventually Brianna pivoted her shoulders so that she was actually upside down, her weight on the back of her shoulders, her chin trapped to her chest while she looked up at me, and her ass still in the air. I straightened out my legs and kept holding my cock down so I could piston vertically in and out of her anal chute.

This time, when Brianna reached her arms out, she got a good grip on the sheets. But instead of trying to pull herself away, she just held on, shrieking and moaning and howling like a banshee, loud enough to wake the dead.

I heard the door open behind me and actually felt the change in air pressure. Brianna shrieked again and came again, blubbering "Fuck me!!!" And then the door closed behind us, her roommates apparently satisfied that I wasn't murdering her.

I was too lost to the lust to even care. And as Brianna's inner muscles spasmed in her latest climax, I finally hit the end of my rope and slammed down with all my body weight, crushing her shoulders into the mattress as I spunked up her backdoor.

"Arrrrghhh!" I growled into her ear as I let loose, and a wide grin spread across Brianna's sweaty face as she felt me emptying myself out inside of her.

Once I felt the last drop squeeze out of my cock and into her bowels, I pulled out and then collapsed to the bed, flinging my arms out to the sides as I gasped for air. Beside me, Brianna unrolled like an armadillo and stretched out her limbs to get some circulation back into them, and then once again she knelt beside me in the same supplicating position as before.

Once again, she leaned over and to my absolute shock, she slurped my deflating cock into her mouth, perfectly cognizant of where it had just been.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed breathlessly.

Brianna just grinned.

***

It was quite late when I got home. If nothing else, the early morning hour would be a dead giveaway that more had happened between Brianna and me than ever before.

Amber was still up, sitting up in our bed and watching TV. When I opened the door, she sat up straighter and yawned, "David."

Her soft blonde hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing her wire-rimmed glasses. Even without makeup or elegant clothing, Amber was so beautiful. And in her current white robe, she looked like an angel. By contrast, as I braced myself against the doorjamb, I couldn't help but feel... dirty.

I'd just had wild and depraved sex with a woman who was not my girlfriend. That knowledge hung on my shoulders like so much dead weight, and for a few moments I couldn't bring myself to look Amber in the eye. True, I'd slept with other women while we were dating before. But this was different. No matter what our intentions, whatever we rationalized was "best" for our relationship, I had just cheated on her.

And from the look on Amber's face, I knew she saw it that way as well.

I could barely walk straight as I went into our bedroom. Amber swung her legs off the bed and stood to meet me. Her blue eyes were dark and stormy, her face impassive and betraying no emotion.

"Did you fuck her?"

I took a deep breath before I answered. "Yes."

Amber's mouth set into a hard line, and then she walked up and smacked me... HARD... across the face.

I slept on the couch that night.

***

When my eyes opened, enough sunlight came through the windows to tell me it was morning. I looked across the living room, the wall clock telling me I'd only been asleep for five hours.

I sat up on the couch, stretching and trying to work out the kinks in my back. And then I got up and silently went to our bedroom.

Amber was already awake, or perhaps she'd never gone to sleep. She was curled onto her side, obvious tear tracks on her cheeks. She looked up at me with an expression of utter agony as I approached the bed.

I held my hand out to touch her cheek, but she reached out and grabbed it with both hands first. And then she trembled as she brought my open palm to her cheek and began rubbing herself against it, whimpering softly.

I knelt beside the bed, bringing myself to her level as she lay still at the edge. And then as I moved my hands to hold her head, we came together in a tender kiss.

I tried to pour all the love I felt for her, and the sorrow I felt for sleeping with Brianna. If Amber asked me in this moment to come with her to Stanford, I would do it in a heartbeat.

And when we pulled away, Amber pinched her eyes and looked at me with forlorn sadness. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said as firmly as I could.

She choked up and looked at the floor for a moment, already starting to cry. "I don't want you to sleep with her again," she bit out through her tears.

Immediately, I answered, "Done."

"NO!" Amber shouted loudly just inches in front of me. Instinctively, I backed away, with Amber holding my hands so I didn't get too far back.

Her eyebrows pinched in again as she took that pained expression on her face. "I didn't mean that."

"Yes, you did." She meant it, and we both knew it.

Amber just grit her teeth and the determined blue fire I loved so much came into her irises. The tears stopped, and she said in a clear voice. "Call her. Now."

I was confused, but the withering glare in Amber's eyes already had me reaching for my phone. When Amber got determined about something, nothing in the world could slow her down. Her dream of Medical School was one. Apparently, she decided that her 'plan' was something to be determined about as well.

"Do NOT come home tonight unless I can taste her pussy on your cock."

***

FALL (September 2003)

"Hi David."

I turned and managed a weak smile. "Hey gorgeous." Cherys walked right into my open arms and we shared a pleasant hug.

After a few moments, she stood in my grasp and then looked a little closer at my face. "You don't look so good." She then glanced sidelong at Ellie's headstone a few feet away from us. "And I don't think it's is about Ellie anymore."

I sighed and frowned, mentally apologizing to Ellie. "No it's not. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She smiled hopefully. "I think Ellie would be happy to know that whatever emotional troubles her David has, they're not because of her anymore."

I thought about that. "Maybe," I conceded.

Cherys looked up at me again, already sensing what was really bothering me. "How's Amber?"

"She's okay, all things considering." I hung my head down. "She leaves next week."

Cherys nodded. "And how's Brianna?"

I chuckled, amazing even myself at what kind of predicament I'd gotten myself into. In the past few weeks, I'd become two completely different people. Half of me was Amber's depressed boyfriend, in agony over our impending separation. The other half of me played amnesiac with the first half, as if Amber didn't even exist. That part of me simply enjoyed the pleasant diversion of getting closer to a beautiful girl in Brianna. In a way, that girl was just plain crazy; and for some strange reason she was falling head over heels for me.

But in these moments, when I wasn't with either of them, this broken man was left with the memories of both girls. Even now, I still loved Amber. And for all the great things Brianna promised to be, I wasn't entirely sure I would ever get over Amber. And a part of me felt it was only fair to stop my relationship with Brianna before it was too late.

Of course, that would leave me alone; and I DID have feelings for Brianna. What would I do? What should I do?

"David?" Cherys asked quietly, snapping me out of my little 'zone'.

Me and Amber? Me and Brianna? How would it all end? I sighed and simply said, "It'll be what it's going to be."

Cherys turned back to the headstone. "Maybe you should ask Ellie for advice."




The Book of David Ch. 10



Couldn't hurt. I closed my eyes and silently spoke to my old girlfriend.

***

"Did you do what I asked?" Amber sat on our bed, her back to me with her question directed to the wall in front of her.

I leaned on the doorknob, feeling a heavier weight on my shoulders than ever before in my life. I asked myself for the umpteenth time if we were doing the right thing. I sighed and answered, "Yes."

Amber slowly twisted around. Her eyes scanned the room as she rotated at a snail's pace, surveying the empty furniture and noting the bareness of the walls which once held our shared decorations. Filled cardboard boxes were neatly labeled and stacked a few feet away from me. Heavy suitcases stood off to the side, ready for transport. Pretty much everything was packed up, except for the bed and its single set of sheets. The movers would come to the house in a couple of hours to clear the place out.

My eyes were on my girlfriend. Her fine blonde hair was loose, hanging over her ears and hiding her cheekbones as her head tilted downwards. Then at last she turned her gaze to me and silently beckoned me to the bed.

I stood before her as she spread her legs to the side and pulled me to her so she could begin stripping my clothes off. Once she had me naked, she positioned me against the headboard, a lone pillow supporting my lower back. And then she stopped to remove her own clothing as well.

There was no subtle seduction in the way she did it. Amber efficiently disrobed and as gorgeous as her naked body was, my penis showed no signs of life. I knew what she wanted, but the impending doom of our relationship was kind of a mood killer.

Besides, a part of me felt like delaying the inevitable as long as possible. She wouldn't leave until we'd made love one last time. If it was up to me, that wouldn't be for a few more days.

Amber crawled between my legs, tucking her hair behind her ears, only to have several blonde strands fall back down as she bent over and took my prick into her mouth. She recognized the taste immediately. That alone caused her to whimper involuntarily and Amber let out three teardrops before she'd reasserted her will not to break down.

As requested, I'd visited with Brianna in the morning and proceeded to fuck her with every ounce of energy I had in me. I took myself to the point of exhaustion, and I returned to my girlfriend with Brianna's pussy juice still on me.

It wasn't the first time Amber had asked me to do this; but each time I came home and she tasted Brianna on me, Amber broke down crying. I tried not doing it just once, but Amber got quite angry at me and she sent me away until I'd completed my task, crying again when I'd done as she asked.

She didn't want me to, and yet she did.

I'll never understand women.

It took me quite a while to get erect. Brianna had pulled three loads out of me before I came home. But Amber kept it up, knowing every button to push and every nerve to titillate me. And when at last she could swallow me whole and I hit that certain depth in her throat, she was satisfied and quickly moved up to straddle me.

Her hands were on my shoulders and mine were on her hips as we settled together, Amber in my lap and our two bodies joined as tightly as they could ever be.

I leaned my head back to the headboard and let out a forlorn moan. Ever since she'd gotten her acceptance letter, I'd felt like our relationship was slowly dying. And now, at death's door, I was about to panic with my last, desperate flailing in wanting to live.

But before I could, Amber leaned down and gently, but firmly, pressed her lips to mine. The tension did not leave me, but her kiss quieted the riot in my mind. For now, at least, we had our love.

When Amber pulled away and sat upright, I just let my eyes rove all over her naked body, committing every nook and curve to memory. I let my hands do their own memorizing as well, my fingertips tracing softly across her skin, teasing everywhere they touched with featherlight caresses. I memorized her large breasts, of course. But I also memorized the gently valley of her waist before it flared back out to her hips. I memorized the subtle musculature of her abdomen, the curve of her throat, and the ridgeline of her jaw.

And all the while through my exploration, Amber rocked softly in my lap, undulating with an effortless grace, as if gliding on an ocean current. No matter how much I focused on remembering everything about her, a part of me was always conscious of the pleasure emanating from our joining.

For her part, Amber was gradually working herself up to her first climax. Her pace was slow and deliberate, but the way she bit her lip and the way she closed her eyes to groan were telltale signs of how close she was getting. Her hip movements were just a touch harder, a bit faster as she ground her inner nerves against the hard shaft embedded inside of her.

She was quite close when I sat up, crushing her tits to my chest. I pulled her into a fierce liplock and then growled in her ear, "Cum for me, baby..."

That was all it took as her eyes flew open wide, she humped her pelvis down onto me once, and then her breath left her as the orgasm flew through her body.

She was still gasping for air when I rolled us over and then thrust my cock back into her spasming pussy. And with my arms beneath her shoulder blades, I pumped through her climax, pushing her to higher levels of feeling before she tensed up a final time and then sagged limply to the mattress.

I paused from my thrusting so we could kiss tenderly. And when we broke for air, her eyes were shining as she smiled and said, "I love you, David" with as much heart as I'd ever felt from her.

I was filled with pure joy in that moment as I responded in kind, "I love you, too."

And then we were kissing again as my hips restarted their motion and her legs came up to wrap around my butt. In our closely cuddled position, I couldn't pull back very far. But what little motion we had was deep and intimate, and we wouldn't have it any other way.

"Oh, David... David... David..." she cooed repeatedly in my ear, taking my lobes between her lips every now and again as I steadily made love to my wonderful girlfriend.

"Amber... Amber... Amber..." I moaned softly. At first, I said her name with all the love springing up from my heart. But the longer we went, the more I remembered that we were soon to be parted. And the chant became a forlorn plea of sadness.

"Amber... (sniff)... Amber..."

She brushed the tears from my eyes and then kissed my cheeks where the salty droplets had just been. And then turning my head, she brought our mouths and tongues together to join as intimately as our hips were.

I completely lost track of time. We might have lasted ten minutes. We might have lasted two hours. I was in no hurry to cum, knowing that it might very well be my last with her, and again, I wanted to postpone it as long as possible.

But eventually, Amber's inner muscles found their rhythm to caress me and spur me on to completion. And finally, with me once again bawling with sorrow, my hips shot forward and the floodgates opened.

Amber quivered in my arms as she began to feel my flow pouring into her. Her eyelids fluttered and a weak smile came across her face as I kept cumming and cumming, more than I thought would have been possible.

And then when I finally put my forehead down onto the pillow beside her, she clutched me fiercely and held on like she never wanted to let go.

But of course, eventually, she did. And our time was done.

I lifted my head and rolled off of her, so we were cuddling face-to-face and side- by-side. I blinked through the tears to look right at her, the dreaded word on my lips. I knew this was the moment.

I wanted to say it. But the instant the thought came to my mind, Amber held a finger to my lips to quiet me. She'd told me months ago that she wouldn't ever say goodbye. Even now, at the end, she wouldn't say it, and neither could I. To say it might mean we were truly over. And in a way, I think Amber liked to believe she was just loaning me to Brianna for a little while.

"We'll find each other again, right?" I asked softly. "It's only a few years."

She smiled and nodded. Tenderly, she touched her nose to mine just once and then she slid off the bed, immediately putting her clothes back on. Once she was fully dressed, she gave me a last smile and then walked away, heading out of the room. I sighed brokenheartedly, thinking that I might never see her face again.

My heart leapt into my throat when she came to a stop at the door. And with a wistful smile, Amber turned around. "You will always be my hero," she told me in a firm voice. And then she was gone.

I mentally reached out and knocked over another crystal vase.

There were no more roses left remaining.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 11



The Book of David Ch. 11



***

-- CHAPTER 11: The Rescue --

***

WINTER (December 2003)

"Please shoot me..."

Dan, the other Junior Engineer on the team looked at me over his styrofoam cup of coffee and arched an eyebrow. "Why? You still can't get the structural integrity to hold up at that pitch?"

"Ugh, yes..." I sighed heavily and then sipped my coffee again. We were taking a quick break in the cafeteria, just to rest our eyes from our monitors for a little while. If only I could get my miserly manager to spring for flat panel LCD monitors already. I rolled my head, stretching out my neck muscles, wincing more at the thought of my work than any actual neck pain. I shrugged and told Dan, "The dark, quiet, and cool abyss of death seems infinitely superior to my current miserable existence."

Just then I felt firm hands go to my shoulders, massaging away at what knots I had before the thumbs began stroking my neck. I closed my eyes and sighed again, this time happily, as wonderful feelings shot up my spine before I thought to question why I was suddenly getting a neck massage.

Two seconds later, I wondered who was touching me like this and my eyes shot open as I craned my head back to see Brianna's pretty face looming above me. "Hi, honey!" she said brightly. "Feel better?"

I didn't answer her right away.

"Yeah..." Dan drawled, rolling his eyes. He stood up and slid his chair back underneath the table. "Real miserable existence," he deadpanned before turning away to leave.

I smirked and tilted my head back. Brianna took the hint and bent over, giving me a Spider-man kiss.

"Get a room, you two."

I sat up and grinned at Vipul, another Engineer on my team.

He shook his head as he crossed over to the coffee pot. "I'll have to report you to HR for sexual harassment."

"I *am* HR," Brianna teased. And then she obviously kissed me again.

When we broke, I asked, "What's up?"

Her green eyes lit up. "Oh, yeah!" She turned to another table where she'd set down a couple of sheets of paper, and then came around with two pencils and identical Sudoku puzzles.

She giggled as she sat down beside me. This time it was Vipul's turn to roll his eyes behind her back as he walked back towards Engineering. First I had Amber, then Brianna. The guy would never forgive me.

Brianna glanced around to make sure we were alone, then she leaned in to whisper to me. I knew from the look on her face that the naughty part of her was about to come out, despite her conservative business attire.

"Let's make this game a little more interesting," she husked. "If you win, you get to tie me up, cover me with oil, and then do whatever the fuck you want to me."

Instant boner.

I gulped and then asked carefully. "And if you win?"

Brianna giggled while her irises flared for just a moment. "If I win? Then you HAVE to tie me up, cover me with oil, and then do whatever the fuck you want to me."

***

Did it really matter who won?

Either way, Friday night found a gorgeous brunette face down on her own bed with her knees pulled underneath her, which thrust her shapely ass into the air. She was fully naked, her skin glistening with scented body oils and glowing a rosy tan color. Her hands were lightly bound together to the headboard latticework. She could have freed herself if she really wanted to, but she hadn't; and for now, she rested her forehead against her wrists, panting softly.

I watched a shiver pass down her spine as she recovered from orgasm. I was still rubbing the oil into her red asscheeks, soothing after the dozen or so spankings I'd administered. I'd never even approached her pussy, and yet she still came.

Brianna was REALLY kinky.

When she recovered, I got a firm grip on her slippery body and flipped her over onto her back. Once I got her settled flat, I dragged her body away from where her wrists were bound until her arms were locked straight behind her head, elbows together. I then knelt beside her torso.

Brianna's head shifted left and right, trying to detect where I was going since the blindfold prevented her from being able to see me. I loved the way her arm position forced her to thrust her chest up, her firm tits only slightly sagging to the sides. She smiled in my direction and then moaned when she heard me warming up some more oil in my hands. And as I went to work on her front side, her moans turned into erotic whimpers of pleasure.

My new girlfriend came again before I finished rubbing her down. I smirked to myself, somehow unable to reconcile the pretty but prim young lady at work with the writhing sexual nympho beneath my hands. And with her proud tits offering an enticing valley, I couldn't resist any longer.

I straddled Brianna's chest, and as soon as she felt my cock nestling between her breasts, she picked her head up off the pillow and gaped her mouth open wide in invitation.

First, I squeezed her mammary flesh around my cock, delighting in the supple, slick feeling. Brianna's tits weren't huge, but they were big enough to pull this off. And after some light thrusting, I pushed further forward until my mushroom head nudged between her lips.

Brianna moaned and strained her neck trying to cram more of me into her mouth. I noticed some of the massage oil was now on my shaft, but she didn't care as she inhaled more and more of me while I lifted my hips to feed her with extra meat. And yet, her breasts called to me and I backed out to resume my titfucking.

While I was thrusting in and out of her tits, Brianna gaped her mouth open for me again. I just left her like that, hungry for my cock and not getting it. And after a few minutes, her lips quivered and she whimpered, "Please..." She sniffled and then said again, "Please, David."

I growled down at her, "I do whatever the fuck I want to you."

Brianna's head lay back against the pillow, and I think she came again just hearing me say that. And so I kept using her breasts as my masturbatory tool, pumping faster and squeezing her harder until I felt myself readying to blow.

Without warning, I pulled free and reached out with my left hand to open her mouth while my right fisted my cock and aimed. A moment later, I was shoving inch after inch between her lips, skullfucking her for just three or four pumps before I nutted down her throat.

Brianna gurgled happily as she felt my hot semen filling her mouth, and she slobbered as she swallowed it all down.

I was a really erotic sight for me, seeing a blindfolded Brianna beneath me, my wide shaft still stretching her mouth open while creamy droplets leaked out the corners of her lips. Between that view and her tongue still massaging me, I didn't lose hardness for long. I stayed straddling her face while her talented mouth worked to revive me.

Once she had me ready, we immediately went into Round 2. I slid my way down her oiled body and while she cooed at me to fuck her, and then I pushed my cock into her sopping pussy. She was so wet, I slid in to the hilt without any friction whatsoever. Well, that wasn't good enough.

I pulled up, leaving my mushroom head still inside of her while I pulled her legs together. She was now in a perfect I-form, her hands bound together at the headboard and her feet together hanging off the foot of the bed. From this position, I couldn't get as deeply into her, but she now felt as tight as any virgin.

I fucked her for ten minutes, groping her tits and leaving teeth marks against her neck. Still blind, Brianna just let her head loll side-to-side, whimpering constantly with cute "Oh, oh, oh!" sounds.

Finally, after I shot my wad into her clasping cunt, I rolled over onto my back, gasping for oxygen.

Brianna was panting just as hard as I was. I looked to my side, grinning to myself as I watched her chest heaving up and down. And when I caught my breath, I leaned in to her ear and whispered, "I'm leaving the blindfold on you. While I rest, you are going to lie there and think about how sometime during the next hour, I'm going to tie up your legs and ravage your body until I fill your asshole with all the cum left in my balls."

***

It was almost forty minutes later when I finally spewed everything I had left into Brianna's rectum.

Her body was so shiny it reflected every light in the room. Some of it was the oil, but a lot was from sweat. The whole night, I never removed the bonds from her wrists, and neither did she. Even more, I cuffed her ankles and attached the ends to bungee cords, which were hooked into the large bedposts of her headboard. This had the effect of pulling her legs up and back to the sides in a wide V, under tension. Her ass was lifted a several inches off the bed, leaving her gaping pussy and buttcheeks spread obscenely wide for my viewing pleasure while hanging in mid-air.

She had whimpered when I blew on her clit. She had moaned when I pushed a vibrator into her cunt. And she had screamed when I shoved my cock up her ass.

Somewhere in the middle, Brianna must have passed out. Her body had gone completely limp, causing her hips to bounce freely from the bungee tension and my unrelenting thrusts into her bunghole. She was still out when I gripped her hips and plunged in one final time while my cock spit out wad after wad of jism into her unresisting body.

I took a breather for a few minutes, slumped against her crotch. When I'd regained control of my senses, I pulled my dick free of her anus and finally leaned down to remove her blindfold.

She began to wake up while I was freeing her legs. By the time I got her wrists undone, she groaned in pain at her overstrained muscles, rolling onto her side and curling up into a fetal position.

I let her rest for a bit before gently taking her hand. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up and then I'll change the sheets."

I wound up having to carry her in my arms to the shower. With her head pillowed on my shoulder, I realized that we hadn't even kissed tonight.

***

"Mmm... smells really good, Jen." I closed my eyes and just inhaled the wonderful scent. Tonight was Jen's meatloaf night. It was just one of the nice things about moving in with my good friends: I LOVED meatloaf night.

And on top of that, it was a football Saturday, the last week of regular season College football. Kevin and I spent the day half-buzzed on beer as we watched our alma mater win their last game to finish 9-2 and qualify for a bowl game. 

Between the buzz and the thrill of a late fourth-quarter comeback, I didn't think this day could get much better. Then the smell of Jen's meatloaf hit my nostrils and I realized that there really is a heaven out there somewhere. It was all I could do to wait until she was done.

Two hours later, I let out a loud belch and patted my belly in blissful contentment. "Jen, you are amazing!"

"Pssht," she waved a hand at me. "You always say that."

"Jen," Kevin said in a dead-serious voice. "You are aMAZing!" He leaned in and smiled as she said it, and Jen blushed a deep rosy color.

"Hey! You didn't react like that when I said it!" I complained.

Jen laughed as Kevin scooted his chair over and began raining kisses along his girlfriend's neck and shoulder. She looked at me. "You just don't have that effect on me." She laughed again when his lips found a particularly ticklish spot.

"'Scuse me, dude," Kevin informed me as he got out of his chair and began tugging Jen back towards the bedrooms. "I have to properly show this woman how much I appreciate her cooking."

The two of them laughed and managed to stumble towards their room while still groping at each other.

"You know you're supposed to wait an hour before physical exertion!" I hollered after them, my words falling of deaf ears.

I smirked, and then cut another burp. I really did love Jen's meatloaf.

But the longer I sat at the table alone, my euphoria bled away to be replaced by a sad melancholy. Interspersed with the moans of pleasure leaking out of Kevin and Jen's bedroom were delighted giggles and a general sense of happiness. I was jealous. I wished it was me in there.

Not that I had any designs on Jen. Sure, she was attractive. But I was never attracted to her in that way. We just didn't have that kind of chemistry. No, I was jealous of their loving relationship, of the bond they'd built together over the years.

In the time that I dated E-Beth, then Amber, and now Brianna, the two of them had stayed together. One might say I was the lucky one, bedding a variety of sexual partners instead of remaining faithfully monogamous with one soul mate. But as I felt the emptiness in my gut, despite the full belly, I considered that they were really the lucky ones.

Just last night, Brianna and I had consummated our Sudoku bet. We completed the trifecta in one session, and by the end of the night her bedsheets were completely soaked with mingled sweat, oil, and cum. I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of her shiny, reflective body prostrate before me, both her pussy and asshole dilated wide with my creamy white jism dribbling out.

And yet, on this wonderful Saturday night, I found myself alone and doing the dishes. And later that evening, when I crawled into bed, I did it alone. No soft body was there to share her warmth. My arms ached, not from muscular pain, but from the desire to hold someone tenderly and cuddle.

Not for the first time, I looked out the window to see the moon and the stars. I wondered where Amber was right now. I wondered if she would ever return my phone calls.

I still loved Amber passionately.

And I missed her terribly.

***

I woke up Sunday morning, alone in bed.

This was not a new thing. I'd gotten rather used to it over the past few months. My dating life with Brianna was still in its early stages, with perhaps one evening or two a week spent together. But used to it or not, the situation was a little disappointing nonetheless.

Kevin and Jen were already up by the time I emerged from my bedroom. The smell of fresh bacon filtered through my nostrils and usually the scent was enough to put a smile on my face; but not today.

I was in a depressive funk, probably suffering from Amber-withdrawal. And this morning I listlessly worked my way through breakfast trying not to watch how happy Kevin and Jen were together.

Today was NFL football Sunday. Kevin was already wearing his favorite jersey and soon he settled onto the couch to watch the pre-game shows, his loving girlfriend right by his side. Lazy Sundays were usually my favorite day of the week. But for some reason, I couldn't get into the mood today. The final straw came when Jen slid into Kevin's lap as they started an impromptu tickle fight, giggling and laughing gaily.

I had to get out of there.

"Guys, I gotta run some errands," I stood up and announced.

"Dude, on football Sunday?" Kevin squawked. 

Jen picked up on my mood a little more quickly. "David, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I waved them off. "I'll see you later."

"You'd better be back in time for the late game!"

A minute later I was in my car, the engine running while I idled in my parking spot. Where the hell was I going? I'd just left my best friends because I couldn't stand to see how happy they were. The obvious choice would be to meet up with Brianna. But as much as our relationship was progressing, she wasn't that kind of girlfriend to me yet, not in my depressed state. We were still dating, still learning about each other the way the early stages of relationship always are. We saw each other only a couple of times a week, every meeting filled with passion and excitement.

For the kind of comfort and affection I was seeking, someone like E-Beth would have been perfect. But she was gone off to her big city. You never really know how good you had it with your college roommates until after you're not living with them anymore.

I blinked and then looked in front of me, only now realizing that I was on the road and moving. Shit, zoned-out-driving couldn't be good for my long-term health. And then I caught sight of the streets and realized where my subconscious mind was automatically taking me. I chuckled inwardly, quite relieved. Well, I guess my brain was smarter than I was. 

Five minutes later, I pulled up outside a small house with a garage and a pretty garden. This was the house that Danielle and Cherys had just recently bought together. I'd gone to my big sister, perhaps the one person who I would always be able to count on, no matter what.

***

It took a while for the door to open. But when it did, Danielle happily exclaimed "David!" and held her arms out to me for a hug. I stepped into her warm embrace, absolutely melting into the sensation of pure affection as she kissed my cheek softly.

When Danielle finally let me go, she stepped back and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"What? I can't visit my big sister anymore?"

Before I could react, she whacked my shoulder. "Dork." And with that, she headed back towards the living room. Cherys was on the couch, watching Food Network or some other chick-channel.

"Hey gorgeous..." I drawled.

"Morning, David," she answered brightly. Cherys was definitely dressed for a stay-at-home Sunday, with only an oversized flannel shirt and panties her attire for the day. I couldn't help but notice the way her tits pushed out at the coarse fabric.

Of course, that line of thought made my eyes dart back to Danielle, who was wearing warm pajama pants and a cropped baby-T that showed off a fit, flat belly. In the slightly cool air, my sister's nipples were obvious dents. Not so long ago, I'd been physically intimate with both beautiful women. The memories of their naked bodies would not soon depart from my mental catalog.

Still, I shook the lewd thoughts from my mind for now. I'd come because I was craving affection, not sex. Whatever else was going on between Brianna and me, sexual fulfillment was being taken care of quite nicely.

"So seriously," Danielle arched an eyebrow at me as she settled into Cherys' cuddling grasp and pulled a blanket over themselves. "What's up? You haven't made a habit of hanging out with us lately."

"I thought it would be nice to change that," I said honestly as I sat down at the other end of the couch and slid my own legs beneath the shared blanket. My frozen toes brushed against Danielle's feet and she gasped at the chilling touch before kicking me in protest.

Both girls looked at me, the TV now forgotten. I shrugged and set my gaze on Danielle, communicating with my eyes more than my words could express. "It feels like ever since you guys graduated, we three just haven't been the same."

It had been quite the eventful couple of years: Amber, both girls' "virginities", their break-up, the rape, and finally their reunion and buying a house together. Things just seemed so much simpler when we were all roommates.

Cherys spoke up. "It was inevitable. We all knew things would change."

"Yeah, but I miss the old life," I answered. "Don't you?"

Danielle reached out her hand and mussed with my hair. "Yeah, squirt."

Cherys' foot snaked out and she touched it to mine beneath the blanket, rubbing me affectionately. "Of course."

"So for old times sake," I began, a pleasant idea popping into my head. "Why don't we just grab a few beers, curl up on this couch, and watch a few movies. Just another lazy day."

Cherys shrugged. "Kind of what we planned anyways. But isn't today a football Sunday?"

Danielle saw it in my eyes. I needed this. So nodding her head slowly, she simply answered, "Sounds like a plan."

***

SPRING (May 2004)

It started off as a pleasant Saturday-night date. But it started going downhill at the restaurant when Brianna spontaneously suggested visiting a new museum exposition on Sunday.

I frowned. "Ooh, can we do it some other time? I promised Danielle and Cherys I'd watch old movies with them tomorrow."




The Book of David Ch. 11



Brianna looked at me across the table and huffed. "You're spending an awful lot of time with them."

"You're jealous of my sister?"

"Well, maybe not her." Brianna glared at me. "But I see the way you look at her girlfriend."

I couldn't tell if the green fire in Brianna's eyes was natural intensity or actual jealousy. "What?"

Brianna sniffed. "You and Cherys are very 'familiar' with each other."

"We've been over this. There's a lot of history between us." Sometimes it amazed me that even after so much time in a relationship with Brianna, there was still so little she understood about me and the people I grew up with. I suppose it was because she was my first real girlfriend who wasn't from my hometown. "Besides, she's in love with my sister."

"But you still want her..." Brianna drawled and looked at her menu.

"We've been over that too." My girlfriend didn't know I'd already slept with Cherys, but I'd made it clear that nothing was going to happen between us. "We're just friends."

"I've heard that before."

I was still trying to read the menu myself, but rolled my eyes in frustration at not being able to concentrate on the words in front of me. "What's that supposed to mean?"

She didn't answer, and I tried to just let it go. Brianna and I spent less than a third the time together than I had with Amber. And yet we had probably three times as many fights. I didn't want this to turn into one.

Our waiter picked the wrong time to show up. "Are you ready to order?"

"Give us a few minutes," I snapped without even looking at him.

Once he was gone, Brianna scolded me in a quiet voice. "Now David, don't be rude."

I sighed in frustration, but focused on picking out an entree. Presently, Brianna made her decision and folded up her menu. "Fine, you're going car shopping with your sister on Saturday. What about next Saturday?"

I frowned. "I told you, E-Beth is coming back to town that weekend. We already made plans to catch up." I let my eyes flicker over Brianna for just a moment in a very evaluative manner. Luckily, she didn't catch me as she was already looking away to smother her own annoyed scowl. I didn't want to fight the E-Beth battle just yet.

Even though she was pretty far away, E-Beth and I still kept in touch through regular emails and phone calls. For this trip home, she had made several suggestive remarks about booty calls between old friends and expressed more than a passing interest in my new pretty girlfriend, comments that made my blood boil with lust. The only problem was, based on what little I knew of Brianna, there was no way I would get my girlfriend to agree.

It's not that I was against the idea of monogamy. Ellie had been a monogamous relationship. E-Beth had been a monogamous relationship. And besides, Brianna had known full well that I was still boning Amber when she and I got started.

The only thing was, ever since Brianna and I had "officially" become a couple, there had been zero positive feedback from her about expanding our sexual circles. And ever since Amber left, Brianna's had been the only body my cock had been in.

It's not like that was all bad. Brianna was an absolute cumslut for me and her personal variety kept things quite interesting. But as wonderful as the sex was, Amber had spoiled the hell out of me and I now felt some unholy cravings for fresh pussy. I'd dropped hints, some subtle and some not-so-subtle.

The latter had been the instigator for a pretty messy fight.

It wasn't even that I wanted to cheat on her or do something apart from my girlfriend. Most of my suggestions had been for threesomes, something I'd originally thought the sex freak Brianna would easily go for. Not so. For all her other sexual proclivities, she was totally and completely straight and had no interest in taking on two guys at the same time.

So no threesomes and no E-Beth's or Diane's on the side. After nine months of monogamy, I was going stir crazy.

Not that I could ever let my girlfriend know that. I reached across the table and held Brianna's hands. "Tell you what, let's take Friday off from work. We can go to the museum and it'll probably be even less crowded than a weekend."

"Don't you have a big project due?"

"Screw-em. I want to spend the time with you."

The smile on Brianna's face almost made everything better.

Almost.

***

"That's my bag," E-Beth pointed to the full-sized suitcase trundling along the conveyor belt. I smiled in relief that the heavy-looking thing had wheels. The girl was here for only a weekend. What the hell did she need all this stuff for?

I removed my arm from her waist, pulling out of E-Beth's grasp as I sauntered over to the baggage carousel and heaved the thing off. After setting the handle, I took hold of the suitcase and nodded my head in the direction of the parking garage. E-Beth smiled and slipped her hand into mine. Together, we headed off.

To an outside observer, we probably appeared to be a happily dating couple. Our conversation was smooth and easy, and the way we held hands showed intimate comfortability. Plus, I kept ogling E-Beth's massive cleavage that was spilling over the top of her V-necked shirt.

Twenty minutes later, we were at a diner that E-Beth and I used to patronize when we were dating. It was a preferred hangout for college students with its generous portion sizes and low prices. But since the food was rather high on grease content and E-Beth had been in her weight loss-mode, we hadn't gone very often. Still, this diner was always the place of choice when she'd wanted to indulge or be a little naughty with her diet.

From the smirk on her face, E-Beth had a different kind of naughty in mind. And as the memories of her curvaceous body trickled into my consciousness, I was already starting to rationalize how it wouldn't really be "cheating".

Still, my conscience kicked in and I pushed the illicit thoughts from my head, instead focusing on the routine exchange of what each other had been up to over the past year or so.

Midway through the meal, I felt like my heart had stopped beating, and not from artery-clogging grease. E-Beth noticed my suddenly inert state, and softly apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought her up."

"No, no, it's okay." I took a deep breath. "When did you last talk to her?" I asked my plate.

"Two days ago," she replied automatically. But then she caught my expression and E-Beth's voice then took on her analytical tone, as if she were scrutinizing one of her chemical samples. "When was the last time YOU spoke with her?"

I let out a long, long sigh. I'd tried for the past nine months to not think about it, just move on and enjoy my current dating relationship. But the fact was, Amber hadn't returned a single call or email since she left last September. It took me a moment to gather my strength before I said as much to E-Beth.

She gasped, "Unbelievable." And then her surprise turned to anger. "Seriously, Amber hasn't written back or anything?" She was already fishing out her cell phone as her speech sped up rather quickly. "That lying fallacious misanthropic excuse for an inconsiderate bitch!"

"Hey, hey," I put my hand on E-Beth's. "Relax, relax. It's okay. I... understand, I think."

"Understand what?" E-Beth had not yet relaxed and her voice was shrilly and annoyed. "You two BELONG together and now she hasn't uttered a single syllable to you in nine months?"

I shrugged. I'd given the situation a lot of thought and come up with a lot of reasons. "Maybe it hurts too much. Better to lock that part away and not dwell on it."

"You sure she's thinking that way?"

I sighed. "I've been thinking that way..."

"Look, David. The last time I talked to her, she told me you and her were chatting every few weeks!"

I arched an eyebrow. "What?"

E-Beth looked seriously concerned. "Maybe she's just lying to me or maybe you're right and she's lying to herself, but either way it's NOT healthy."

"Let it go..."

"I can't." E-Beth exhaled sharply, blowing her lips out for a moment. "She's my friend. And if she's hiding something like that then something's not right in her head. She told me she was moving on. Her new boyfriend and all."

"Amber's got a new boyfriend?"

"Well, after what you just told me, I'm not so certain I believe her. But yeah, she says she's been seeing this guy for a few months."

"Who?" My mind raced into green-jealousy. "That guy from Nate and Monica's wedding?" I snapped my fingers coming up with his name. "Aaron. Right?"

"Him? No. Although Amber did mention him the first few weeks she moved to Stanford. Some other guy... Dexter or something. From the way she described him, he reminded me of Randall. You remember Randall? From college?"

"Mr. I've-got-a-yacht-and-another-girlfriend? Yeah, I remember him."

E-Beth grinned at the memory. She'd slept with him as well. "Yeah, that type of guy. Anyways, back to the point. I don't get why she's not talking to you."

I let my head tilt back as I thought about it. I truly wanted to see Amber happy, and if that meant not having any contact with me, so be it. Yeah, I still thought about her a lot. I knew how painful that was for me, so I understood the desire to avoid it. In a way, it wasn't so different from losing Ellie. At least I had my friends and Brianna to keep me occupied. And it seemed that Amber had her own ways of dealing with it as well.

"Just be her friend, Elizabeth," I said softly. "Don't worry about me."

***

A few hours later E-Beth was holding my hand again as we strolled through the University campus. Neither of us had been back since the girls graduated and despite less than a year passing, the buildings and landscaping brought back a lot of nostalgic memories.

"I can't believe I never noticed how pretty this place was," E-Beth hummed happily. It was approaching dusk and we were seeing the place simultaneously illuminated by artificial lights along with the vibrant colors of the sky and setting sun.

I pointed to a fountain, the cloudy waters perpetually slime-coated with algae. "Remember when Jake tried to jump that on his skateboard and ended up going face first into the pond?"

E-Beth laughed and nodded. We chatted aimlessly and reminisced about our recent college lives.

As the day had worn on, I felt a tension leaving my body, tension I didn't realize I had. Somehow, being with E-Beth and sharing in her casual affection calmed me down tremendously. And as the invisible weight was lifted off my shoulders, I found myself feeling happier than I had in a long time.

"You're looking good, David." E-Beth deliberately bumped her shoulder into mine as we walked along. We were approaching my car.

"It's because you're here," I told her honestly. "I'm so glad you decided to come visit this weekend."

"Me too. I've been so stressed out with work that I needed this small vacation. And..." her voice dipped huskily. "I haven't gotten laid in waaay too long."

I stopped walking and E-Beth circled around to stand face-to-face with me. She closed her eyes and leaned in to me, puckering her lips. But at the last moment, I turned my head and she kissed my cheek.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I shouldn't," I stammered, my conscience at war with the rest of me.

"Why not?" Her voice had a melodious tone in it. "Ball and chain won't let you come out and play? That's awfully hypocritical after what Amber let her do to you."

"Well..." My memory flashed back to the previous evening

---

Just last night I lay in bed with Brianna, post-museum and post-coital. My dick was slowly going soft inside of her when she looked up at me and said, "Look. I'm okay with it if you sleep with E-Beth."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. This wasn't your ordinary pillow talk. "Huh?"

She reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. "I want to keep you happy David. And I know you've been getting that itch to sleep with another girl. If you don't scratch that itch, I worry that you'll go wandering. I guess what I want to say is that I'll be less upset with a girl I know about than someone new."

My conscience answered before my dick could for me. "I am happy with you Bree. I don't need to sleep with her."

She slid me out of her and then wrapped her arms around my back to pull me into a hug. "Okay. If you don't need to..."

Unspoken was the 'but you can if you need to', right? Her tacit permission was there, right?

---

As I stood there with E-Beth before me, waiting expectantly, I just froze. I wasn't actually sure if I could, or should, sleep with E-Beth. Maybe Brianna had verbalized that she would be okay with me sleeping with E-Beth. Better her than someone else, right?

But inside, I knew that Brianna didn't actually WANT me to. It was the lesser of two evils, at best. And knowing that Brianna didn't really want me sleeping with anyone else, could I really do it?

E-Beth must have gotten tired of my indecision. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to push you into doing anything you don't think is right." She pulled my hand and led me the last few steps to the car. "Let's just go. You promised me one of Jen's famous weekend dinners."

***

"I'll take the couch," I said.

E-Beth really was visiting just me for the weekend, and all along we'd known she would be crashing at the apartment for the night. But somehow, my misgivings about sex had me fearful to share the bed with her. If I was positive about my faithfulness, I wouldn't have worried. If I was comfortable with the possibility of sex, I would have leaped right into bed. Only my current indecision had me too freaked to even sleep beside her.

E-Beth rolled her eyes at me. "David, don't be stupid. Come to bed."

If only she wasn't wearing that sheer, white nightie. The fabric was translucent, hinting at the darker color of the nipples of her braless 34DDs. I supposed I should be thankful she was wearing nightclothes at all. E-Beth patted the pillow beside her and beckoned to me.

I crawled into bed, clad only in my boxers for the warm night. And so I reclined back against the pillow, my torso slightly inclined. E-Beth rolled to me and then laid her head on my chest, wrapping an arm around me.

Her hand lightly went to my pecs, tracing the hard outline of muscle and she began speaking softly. "So you and Brianna really haven't talked about how open or closed your relationship is?

"Talked," I sighed heavily. "Not resolved."

"Meaning you don't agree just yet. Let me guess, she wants monogamy."

"Didn't you?"

"Well, yeah." E-Beth mused on that. "But I was a lot younger then. I didn't know any better. That was before Amber opened up my eyes."

E-Beth looked up at my face. "In a way, isn't that why we broke up? I wanted to experiment and not be tied down. If we'd been able to agree to an open relationship, we might never have broken up."

I hadn't thought of that. "But we did. And Brianna now isn't the same as you were then."

"Well, I didn't know how great it would be to team up on another woman back then," E-Beth giggled. "Even when we were dating, I think I would have been okay with you fucking another girl as long as I could share her with you." E-Beth giggled. "You're good David, but sometimes a girl just knows how to push another girl's buttons."

She laughed musically thinking about it. Then E-Beth looked at me again. "Have you talked to her about a threesome? Not just you having a one-night stand or anything?"

"Never happen. She's straighter than I am."

"Too bad. She's very pretty. It would almost be like making love to Danielle." She laughed again and I looked down at her.

"You got a thing for my sister?"

"Everyone does, David. Those couple of months Danielle was staying at our house, Amber and I soooo wanted to seduce her. We couldn't because she was still heartbroken over Cherys." E-Beth's grin was wide. "It's simple David: Cherys is built like every guy's fantasy; but Danielle is built like every girl's fantasy. And I hear she's got a wicked long tongue."

"I didn't know that..." I mused. Automatically, my mind conjured up images of Amber, E-Beth, and Diane all wrapped in a naked pile of flesh around an equally naked Danielle.

Typically, these thoughts had their expected results lower down my anatomy. And E-Beth noticed right away.

"Hmm, you like that thought? It's been a while since you saw your sister in action, hasn't it?" E-Beth's voice was deep and husky. "Didn't you tell me about that time you were fucking Maria doggy-style while she ate your sister out? You remember what Danielle looked like naked and writhing on the bed while a hot blonde was shoving her tongue up Danielle's snatch?"

"E-Beth..." I groaned. She didn't answer except to slide her hand inside my boxers and circle around my shaft.

"I want to do that, too, David. I want you to stick your fat cock into my tight asshole while I eat out your sister. Did you know no one's ever been in my ass except you? It's been sooo long, David. I'll tell you what, if you can set me up with Danielle, we'll make that fantasy come true. But until you do, you can't get back into my ass. What do you say to that?"

I groaned again as her hand continued to jerk me.

"But until you set that up, my pussy, mouth, and tits are still available to you. I'll always love you, David, in my own way. I don't think we'll ever get married, but I love you. And no matter where we are or who we're with, I'll always be willing to fuck you."

She reached through the fly in my boxers and pulled me out, locking me in my upright position. And then E-Beth pulled the nightie over her head, baring her big tits right in my face. They looked even bigger when they were up close like this. My tongue lolled out of my mouth in desire, even thought I couldn't yet bring myself to take them.

"You were my first David. You were the one I could always depend on. And I need this now, David. I need you now." She moved to straddle me, and as I looked down, I realized the little minx hadn't even been wearing panties. She definitely flew in for the weekend with fucking on her agenda.

I didn't even think of Brianna until I was already balls deep inside E-Beth's furnace of a pussy. By then, I didn't care.

My ex-girlfriend rode herself to two orgasms before she flipped onto her back and pulled my cock between her tits. And then she growled naughty fantasies at me until I spurted all over her chest, giving her a pearl necklace and then some.

We slept for a few hours. And then sometime around 2 AM we fucked and I unloaded into her pussy.

When morning came, promise to hook her up with Danielle or not, E-Beth took me in her ass and I spunked deep into her bowels.

It was a good weekend.

***

FALL (September 2004)

"Hi gorgeous," I said warmly to Cherys and pulled her into my arms for a hug.

"Hey David. Haven't seen you all week."

"Busy, busy. I'll stop by this weekend. How's Danielle?"

"She's good. She just got a promotion. It'll mean more travel for her, but it's nice to see her career taking off." The raven-haired beauty's eyes sparkled in the morning light. "How's Brianna?"

"Fine. We're fine."

Then we both turned and said hello to Ellie.

***

WINTER (December 2004)

"Where do you want it?"

"I want it anywhere you want it. I want it everywhere. I want it in my mouth. I want it in my cunt. I want it in my ass. I want it in my hair. I want it on my face. I want your cum! I WANT YOUR CUM!"

I spanked Brianna's asscheeks with my hips twice more before groaning and pulling out of Brianna's pussy from behind. An idea had come to me and I pressed my mushroom head to her winking anus, jerking my cock rapidly. And then I was feeling dizzy as I emptied out wad after wad of sperm right against her dark rosebud, covering her anus with my creamy jism until it began to ooze down her crack.




The Book of David Ch. 11



Just when I'd finished, and while my cock was still hard, I gritted my teeth and then rammed forwards, pushing my way through my own David-made lubrication into Brianna's sphincter.

My prick was ultra-sensitive and it hurt like hell, but I gritted my teeth while reveling in Brianna's scream of pleasure.

"OHH!!! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY ASS!"

Soon, the sensitivity subsided and with Brianna's anal muscles rippling, I was soon hard again inside of her.

Five minutes of rough reaming later, I'd unloaded my second batch of spunk into Brianna's anal cavity and my heavy weight had collapsed onto her back.

We both panted for air in a sweaty heap, my shriveling prick slowly withdrawing from her ass. "You're so good to me, Bree," I moaned.

"Anything for you, David. I love you. I love you."

I smiled contentedly. Amber fluttered into mind briefly, but I pushed her aside and let the view of a smiling Brianna beneath me fill my mind.

Eventually, I rolled over and checked the clock. My eyes went wide and then I was moving to unlock Brianna's handcuffs. "Oops. We'd better get going before they run out of alcohol."

***

"I thought I told you to call me Stan."

I finished shaking hands with the distinguished Executive Vice President before me. "Yes... uh, Stan." We were at the annual company Christmas party, which by now almost seemed repetitious. Still, it was nice to hang out with coworkers outside of the office.

"I hear you've been promoted," Stan stated confidently.

I glanced to the side at my fellow Engineers, and found an especially reassuring gaze from my girlfriend of over a year. "That's right, Stan."

"But I'm not going to call you boss," Dan put in, prompting a chuckle from everyone around.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do a great job," Stan said warmly, then he bared his teeth in a predatory grin. "You'd better, your new project is a bit of a sacred cow to me."

I drew myself up to my full height and confidently stated, "I won't let you down."

"I'm sure you won't. Enjoy the party." The EVP gathered up his wife and they went around to network with the next few people.

Brianna stood before me and brushed invisible lint of my lapel, clucking over me happily. "That's three executives who've come up to you tonight. You're doing good."

"I'm not doing that great," I muttered, my early public bravado wilting in the private comfort of just me and my girlfriend.

"Honey, I work for HR. I KNOW how big of a raise they gave you. You're doing pretty good. Besides, those VPs wouldn't be so friendly if they didn't think you were a rising star."

"Actually, I think Mark Jacobsen spent more time staring at you."

Brianna blushed as I looked my date up and down. Her dark tresses were in an elegant half-up, half-down coif pulled back so her hair wouldn't overshadow her pretty face. Her dark green dress was a shimmering satin edged with soft velvet panels, hugging her lithe body nicely.

And then we turned back to join our friends. The Enginerds were still together. Marshall had found himself a cute girlfriend. Vipul was trying not to stare at Brianna too hard. And Dan was actually flirting with Kathy from Accounting.

A few more people came by to congratulate me on my promotion, and as I sat back and looked around the party, I felt content. My career was advancing, I'd paid off my student loans, and I'd just gotten a brand new big screen Plasma TV. I had good friends at home in Kevin and Jen, and great coworkers.

More than anything else, I was starting to fall in love with Brianna.

The sex had always been astronomically good. In terms of pure creativity and willingness to let me do whatever I wanted to her body, I could probably say that she was the best lover I'd ever had, Amber and Maria included. And while she wasn't happy about it, she even let slide E-Beth's occasional booty calls, letting me 'scratch that itch', as she put it. Our problems had never been in the bedroom.

Instead, our problems had always been emotional. I know Amber had been trying to ease my pain by allowing me to start seeing Brianna even before Amber and I had broken up. And I know Brianna just wanted to take a chance with me to see what we could be together. But in retrospect, Brianna and I couldn't possibly have had a worse start to our relationship.

For those summer months when I started dating Brianna but lived with Amber, I didn't give Brianna any part of the real me except my cock. I couldn't help it. I was still in love with Amber, and up until Amber left, my physical maturity with Brianna far outpaced my emotional maturity. We'd literally built our relationship on sex and nothing else.

And then when Amber left, I was in full rebound mode, and we all know how rebounds are never a solid foundation for a relationship. Brianna spent our first year falling in love with me. I spent that entire time wishing she was somebody else.

But somehow, even though I was barely holding up my end of the relationship, Brianna loved me with everything she had. She held nothing back, loving me unconditionally. Brianna stuck with me as I gradually got over my ex. And now, almost a year and a half late, I was starting my relationship with her.

I paid attention to the way she liked to be held, instead of holding her like I did with Amber. I stopped to ask where she wanted to go to dinner, instead of frequenting Amber's and my favorite places.

And I'd made a decision.

"Brianna..." I said softly.

She was immediately by my side. "Yes, honey?"

"Would you like to get an apartment with me?" I asked the empty space ahead of me. But after I finished the question, I tilted my head and turned to face her, a wan smile on my face.

I could already see the moisture in her eyes. "Really?"

"Really."

A happy whimper escaped her lips, then she kissed me quickly before pulling me into a hug. We could be happy. Brianna deserved at least that much.

***

WINTER (February 2005)

It had taken a little more than a month to work out the leases. Brianna's roommates had found someone else to take her room. Kevin and Jen were only too happy to see me leave. They'd actually started talking about kicking me out so they could really move on with their lives together, on their own. I figured they'd be married by summer at this rate.

So on February 1, Brianna and I moved in together. Somehow, it felt more momentous than any other living arrangement I'd ever been in. Sure, I'd already lived with Amber. But that roommating had slowly grown from having my own room to Danielle's unique situation pushing me into Amber's bedroom. Besides, we had E-Beth and Diane living with us and college was a different world.

This was me choosing, with lots of forethought, to cohabitate and build a home for just the two of us, without any roommates. I was excited; Brianna was thrilled. And when we made love that night to christen our new apartment, it was one of the sweetest nights of my life.

It was all downhill from there.

***

SPRING (March 2005)

"Come on, David! How many times are you going to leave your socks on the floor!"

"They're... around... the laundry basket!"

"Well you certainly weren't a basketball player, because your aim sucks!"

Like usual, it started off as a petty argument. Whenever a couple moves from dating to cohabitation, there are ALWAYS roommate issues. I had them with Danielle and Cherys at first. I had them with the girls at Amber's house. I had them with Kevin and Jen. And now I was having them with Brianna.

But as had been typical lately, the petty argument snowballed from there. Twenty minutes later, when Brianna was complaining about my "emotional remoteness", I just threw my hands up and walked out the door.

Ten minutes after that, Danielle sighed and leaned against the front door of her house with Cherys. "Another fight?"

"Don't want to talk about it," I said gruffly as I pushed my way past her and into the house, bumping my shoulder into her on accident and not apologizing for it.

Five minutes later, the phone rang and Cherys picked it up. "Yeah, he's here," Cherys sighed. Not much more than a month had gone by and this was becoming routine. "Yeah, I'll tell him."

She hung up the phone and Cherys turned to me, "Brianna says dinner's at seven."

I nodded silently and stared at the TV. The girls were watching Iron Chef on the Food Network and Danielle snuggled in against my side. I was here often enough that I was actually starting to like the stupid show.

"Well, I don't want to say that fighting is a good thing," Danielle mused as she rubbed her cheek into my chest while I wrapped an arm around her. "But it's a nice silver lining to have you here more often."

I was still stewing over the dumb argument with Brianna. It had sort of become the usual complaint. She gave 110% into our relationship, loving me with everything she had. I wasn't doing the same.

I couldn't do the same. I felt like I should be, but I wasn't. I furrowed my brow in frustration. As pretty as she was, as intelligent, and as well as she took care of me, I just didn't feel as strongly about Brianna as she did me. I didn't love her that much. I couldn't help it, the power just wasn't there.

But didn't she deserve more from me?

Still growling internally, I tried to let the tension flow out of me. And when Cherys came around to cuddle on the other side of me, I smelled her sweet hair and just let myself soak in the idle pleasure of being with two women I did truly love, 110%, even if sex wasn't part of the equation.

***

"Honey, let's take a vacation."

Brianna looked up at me with a little smile on her face. "A vacation?"

"You know, you and me alone together on some tropical island, the kind of vacation young couples go on. Have you ever done something like that?"

"Well," she looked down at her plate. "No," she smiled softly.

Even though Brianna was a year older than me, we were still recent college graduates and still recovering from college poverty. And yet, we'd both had steady jobs for a few years and had built up some good savings. A vacation without our families seemed like the perfect way to both establish our adult independence and put some spark back into our relationship.

"Then let's go. Somewhere far away from work, away from the apartment. Just us, the sand, and no worries." I took a deep breath. "Let's face it, Bree. I think this would do a lot of good for our relationship."

She reached out and took my hands, understanding the seriousness of my comment. "Yeah..."

The way her green eyes sparkled, I was suddenly reminded of the way she'd looked almost three years ago when I first met her. I remember the little surge inside me from her physical resemblance to Danielle. And even though over the past few years I recognized enough to easily distinguish their faces, I still had a powerful physical attraction to Brianna.

"I want to make this work, Brianna. I want us to work."

She pulled me away from the table and with a saucy grin, she stood me up and kissed me. "I love you, David."

My eyes tightened. She'd said the phrase to me more than once, but I still couldn't find it in myself to return the sentiment. Not even now, not yet.

She didn't let it bother her this time. She kissed me again and then said, "Let me show you how much I love you." And then she turned in my arms and dry humped herself against my leg. The sex freak inside of her was starting to come out.

Her voice dropped to a husk and her eyelids half-closed. "Besides, it's been almost a week since you fucked my ass..." And then she led me to our bedroom.

***

SPRING (May 2005).

We'd scheduled the vacation far enough in advance to appropriately account for our workloads. It had also given us enough time to make plans, book accommodations, and generally over-prep for our first ever vacation together.

For almost two months, the weeklong vacation had us happy with anticipation, and many of the little issues we used to argue about were forgotten as we set our sights on Kauai, the Garden Island of Hawaii. Life was good... for ALMOST two months.

Just a week before we were to leave, a little tiff over nothing escalated into a full- blown fight, and I found myself at Danielle and Cherys' place once again.

Feeling burdensome, I promised them I'd alternate between them and Kevin and Jen's pad, but Danielle was just happy to have me visit as often as I could.

I took her words at face value and on this night, I stayed out much longer than I normally would have, remaining with the girls until it was bedtime. Even if my ego refused to acknowledge it at the time, I knew I was at fault the majority of the time we got into arguments. I really did leave dirty laundry on the floor and get up to get myself a drink without asking if Brianna wanted something.

But this time, Brianna had overreacted over absolutely nothing and I was damn certain of it. This time, the fault was hers, and I wanted to rub it in a little more by not coming home until after midnight.

When I did get home, Brianna shocked the hell out of me.

She was reclining on our bed, dressed in naughty lingerie. This in and of itself was not shocking. A few other times, she'd also chosen to greet me in such a fashion. It was her way of admitting she was at fault.

What shocked me was that sometime while I was gone, Brianna had gotten her dark brown hair cut and dyed... into a perfect dirty blonde that looked JUST LIKE Danielle's hair.

When she fixed her green-eyed gaze upon me, I literally did a double-take, at first seeing Danielle dressed in skimpy lingerie in my bed before I recognized Brianna's unique features to confirm her identity. Still, the doppelganger affect was startling.

"Bree?" I ventured, wondering what the hell was going on.

She big her lip nervously and blinked away the moisture in her eyes. She'd been crying recently, and then she put on a brave smile. "David, I'm so sorry. I know I pushed you away tonight."

"It's okay. Really, I'm over it. But..." I mimed the hair around her head. "Why?"

Brianna turned onto her side, posing herself in a way that was very flattering to her curves and long legs. "I had to show you that I can change. I know that you don't love me and I know it's my fault that you don't love me. I haven't been good enough. But I can become whoever you want me to be. I can become the kind of woman you'll love! Just tell me how you want me and I can be like that. I love you soooo much, David. I'll do anything to make you happy with me!"

I probably should have recognized the almost unhinged tone in her voice, but I was still to engrossed in her new look. "I just can't believe how much you look like Danielle right now."

"I know you love her. I know you see her in me. And I desperately want you to look at me the way you look at her sometimes." She ran her fingers through her hair. "I thought this would help..."

She looked down at the hard bulge in my crotch and then back at my face. "I was right." With that, Brianna got onto all fours and crawled to me like a panther stalking its prey. She was my panther, all sinewy musculature and toned body, truly built for speed. "Come on David, you have to have fantasized about her. Beautiful older sister? Ever wondered what it would be like to make love to her? Now it's your chance. I can make your fantasy come true."

By now, Brianna had pulled my jeans and shorts down to my knees, fisting my erection and pulling it up towards her face. "I'll make all your fantasies come true."

She slowly moved her head down, swallowing me an inch at a time until her lips were pressed around my base and her throat muscles were massaging my cockhead. And then she slowly pulled back, taking a deep breath of air once she got clear of my dick. Her green eyes swiveled up to me as I took in the sight of her wild, dirty blonde hair running over her shoulders and back from this position. She really looked so much like Danielle, and I could now picture my sister actually blowing me.

There was no way Brianna could know that once, just once, Danielle and I really did make love. But there had been no repeats since and despite my idle fantasies, Danielle had never given me a blowjob.

Now I could look down at the dirty blonde head bobbing in my lap and envision what it would have been like. The mental excitement alone nearly pushed me over the edge right there.

Brianna felt the half-surge and got ready to accept my cum down her throat, but when I held it back she popped off and smiled at me. Then she got up onto her knees and gave me a sexy striptease as she removed the delicate lingerie.

Damn, even her tits and hips reminded me of Danielle.

Once she finished, Brianna moved to help me get my own clothes off. And then while I stood beside the bed and she knelt at the edge, she pulled me to her for a hot kiss.

"I mean it David, I'll do anything to make your fantasies come true. I'll even..." she hesitated and took a deep breath. "I'll even be with another woman for you."

My eyes popped open wide at that comment. Brianna suddenly felt the power that she had over me, and that little burst of energy gave her quite the confidence boost. I could actually see her eyes sharpen as a little shred of control over our relationship fell into her grasp.

She kissed me again and growled. Then she titillated me even further by husking, "When we get back from our vacation, I think I'll seduce Danielle for you. You can watch while we roll around this bed naked and then move into a sixty-nine so we can both taste each other's sweet nectar."

I was panting and on the verge of hyperventilating while Brianna kept her face just an inch away from mine and whispered in her sexy voice, her eyes searching mine to delight in my reaction. "And once we've brought each other to orgasm with our tongues, we'll let you join in..."

I groaned, a low keening sound deep in my throat as the vision took over.

Brianna grinned right in front of me. "I'll let you decide which of us you'll want to sink your dick into first. But I promise you, I won't mind if you choose her."

I was already moaning deliriously as Brianna pulled me down onto the bed.

***

Brianna's back hit the mattress first. I fell heavily on top of her and my teeth were immediately at her neckline. The windows were open and the roaring sound of waves crashing against the rocks beneath us joined in whimpers of ecstasy as Brianna thrashed beneath me.

A seagull cried in the distance and I roved my eyes over Brianna's naked body, illuminated wonderfully by the dark yellow of a setting Hawaiian sun.

"Gawd, you're hard again already!" she gasped as a fresh erection nudged at her vaginal gateway.

"You inspire me," I told her before kissing her, tasting the remnants of my own cum on her lips, since I'd just blasted into her mouth a few minutes before.

"Oh, honey... make love to me..."

"Mmm..." I ran the mushroom head over her clit, teasing it before pushing downward to her wet folds. "Tell me the fantasy again."

Brianna giggled and then started spinning a new narrative. "You've got her flat on her back, her legs scissored around your flexing, firm ass." Brianna's legs suited her words as she began tugging me into her. "She digs her heels into your buttcheeks as your thick cock splits open her folds, harder... deeper... wetter... until you're all the way inside your sister."

My girlfriend paused to catch her breath and soak in the feeling of having me fully embedded inside of her. And then she kept going. "Once you're inside, she drops her legs to the side to let you control the pace and the depth as you lift your chest up to stare down at her pretty face and perky breasts."

I did as she said, arching my back away.

"And while you do that, I take advantage of the room to straddle her face and lower my pussy to her talented lips. I'm facing away from you and bent over, my face mashed against the mattress while I reach back with both hands and spread my asscheeks wide so you can see the winking rosebud of my asshole, which you plan on fucking next. And while you drill in and out of Danielle, I'm trembling on her face as she licks me to orgasm after orgasm..." She trailed off as the pleasure emanating from our joining momentarily disrupted Brianna's concentration.




The Book of David Ch. 11



"Oh, fuck..." she cooed.

I could see Brianna's beautiful body beneath me, her halo of dirty blonde hair spread across the pillow and her green eyes piercing into me. And then I let my eyes unfocus just enough so that I could imagine it was Danielle I was fucking and I could visualize Brianna bent over, just as she described.

We'd been on the island for two days already. Our time so far had been spent sunning ourselves on the beach, eating, and lots and lots of fucking.

It was the perfect vacation.

Presently, Brianna was on all fours, her head hanging down between her shoulders as she impatiently wriggled her ass in my direction. There was a creamy white trickle running down her leg as my latest climax leaked out of her sodden pussy. I finished lubing her asshole and fisted my reborn erection, placing the tip to her tight anus and gradually pushing through.

"Oh, fuuuuuck, honey... I've got your sister beneath me while we sixty-nine, her mouth is in my crotch as she slurps your cum out of my slimy, wet cunt. Oh, oh, oh!" Brianna began to chant as I started in a familiar pumping motion, her tight anal walls clasping at my rod as it stroked in and out of her.

"Fuck my ass, David... Fuck my ass..."

I was doing just that.

"Fuck my ass... Fuck my ass, little brother..."

I blinked, and as the dirty blonde head turned around, it was Danielle's face I saw screwed up in pleasure as I reamed her out. "Oh, yeah!" I growled and really began pounding her asshole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

She tensed up and came, arching her back as her head thrashed around, sending blonde locks every which way. And as her muscles clamped down on me, she pulled me with her and I ejected blast after blast of scalding jism deep into the depths of her anal cavity.

Before I finished, her legs gave out and she collapsed. I fell down with her, my cock still buried in her rectum and spewing out more cum. And then we were done, panting deliriously. My throat felt raw, and belatedly I realized I'd actually been screaming as I experienced the biggest orgasm I'd felt in a long time.

Brianna hummed happily as she felt my weight crushing her to the bed. I went to move off of her but she whined until I settled back down. And when she caught her breath she giggled, saying, "I'll bet the neighbors got a real kick out of that."

***

As much as I wanted to, man does not live by sex alone. And besides, we were on a beautiful island and I didn't really want to miss out on everything it had to offer. 

I thought we'd finally found a comfortable rhythm to our relationship, and it showed in the way I was much more attentive to Brianna, more empathetic to her moods and needs. I couldn't let her down. As I watched her dirty blonde hair flashing in the sun, I hummed happily with how much I loved her.

During the day, we bonded over hiking and snorkeling, sharing the physical challenge and the joy of discovery. During the afternoons, we hit the towns to shop for trinkets and took romantic walks on the beach. During the evenings, dinners became ritualistic seduction instead of just feeding times. Brianna especially got a kick out of sharing a lava flow with two straws. 

***

I will say this, having sex in a tropical pool may look wonderful, but it's really impractical. Don't get me wrong, despite the cool water, having a naked Brianna undulating beneath a waterfall had me harder than a tire iron. But the water isn't really good for lubrication and the footing is sketchy at best. We managed to make it work, but I wouldn't be in any hurry to try it again.

***

It was Day 7 of our weeklong vacation. Tomorrow, Saturday, we would be catching a red-eye to return us to the mainland, our jobs, and the rest of the real world. Brianna and I were cuddled together in a hammock in the shade, lightly dozing while enjoying the trade wind breezes. I was idly planning the next adventure. We'd summitted Sleeping Giant and photographed Spouting Horn. We'd snorkeled at Ke'e and ridden ATVs all over Kipu. I'd been reading something about Ziplines, or maybe springing the extra money for a Helicopter tour.

Brianna had something else on her mind. "David... what are some of your other fantasies?"

I smirked. "Where to begin? Why?"

"Well, the Danielle one is getting a little old," she said quietly.

I hesitated a little too long before answering. I'd really, really been enjoying the Danielle fantasies. I didn't really want to let them go.

"I know they'll never go away since I'll always look like her. And it's my fault for dyeing my hair like this. But someday, I'd... I'd..." Her voice trailed off.

I just waited her out.

She finally said in a soft voice I could barely here, "I'd want to feel like you were making love to me again, instead of to her."

"I am..." I reasoned.

"No, you're not. I can see it when I look at you. You're using my body, but you're making love to her."

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

She sniffled. "No. I'll be like whoever you want me to be. But I still want you with me... like we're role-playing or something."

"Well..." I gave her a predatory smile. "I did see this skimpy hula girl outfit back in Koloa..."

Brianna blushed and then leaned up to kiss me. "Anything for you."

***

An hour later, I staggered out of our condo, holding my jaw in pain.

"Fuck off and DIE!" Brianna screamed at me, trying to hold up a T-shirt over her naked body as she kept yelling until the door was shut behind me. And still she kept screaming.

Everything had been going so well. A sexy little hula dance followed by a striptease had led to some seriously steamy lovemaking. We'd brought along some of the toys and I tied Brianna to the bed, with her wearing nothing but a coconut bra roughly shoved out of the way.

She was flat on her back while I drilled her asshole. If you haven't figured it out by now, Brianna was really into anal sex. Sometimes I thought I fucked her ass more often than I was in her pussy.

And then, just as we were about to cum together, I'd shouted, "Yes, Dani, yes!"

I still erupted into her bowels. Brianna got angry immediately and slipped out of her wrist-ties, cursing me out and hitting my chest as she sobbed pitifully. "You don't love me! You don't love me!"

I hadn't been a good time to say the wrong name.

I started to get annoyed. Wasn't she the one promising to become whoever I wanted? Wasn't she the one who dyed her hair and played on her physical resemblance to Danielle? If she didn't want me fantasizing about my sister, she should have left herself a brunette.

Whatever I ended up verbalizing, it was the wrong thing to say. I hadn't realized she had that kind of strength in her until she practically dislodged my jaw with a wicked right cross. And then she kicked me out.

Pissed off and in pain, I wandered off down the beach, absently rubbing at my jaw. It was going to seriously hurt in the morning. The sun was still up, but it would be gone in a few hours or so.

I trudged along in the sand, my mind going over and over my situation with Brianna. The fact was, I wasn't in love with her. I didn't know if I ever would be. 

We'd had a wonderfully flirtatious chemistry in the beginning. Perhaps things should never have progressed beyond that. But somewhere along the way, Brianna started to really fall for me, and I was still with Amber.

Then Amber's fucking Stanford acceptance came in and everything got turned upside-down. Amber trapped Brianna into admitting she wanted me. An unrequited crush wouldn't have been so bad, had we nipped things in the bud then. But Amber encouraged it, and I was only thinking with my dick.

So Brianna and I got to where we were fucking. Or at least, I was fucking. Maybe that was Brianna's idea of making love. In any case, Amber was the only one with whom I was REALLY making love. And while Brianna fell harder and harder for me, I never even remotely committed emotionally to her. My heart had always belonged to Amber.

And now, I was still just fucking Brianna. She gave all her love to me, and I was taking it for granted. I hadn't done it on purpose. But the fact was, I'd never had to give her anything to GET everything from her. I never really earned it. Our relationship was never mutual. I got all the kinky benefits, but I never completely fell in love with her.

She really and truly deserved better. She probably deserved someone other than me.

But could I break up with her? I didn't really want to. I had to admit, it was easy being in control of the relationship and I knew my dick wanted to continue reaping the benefits. And if she really did love me, wouldn't it hurt her even more if I tried to break up with her?

What she deserved was my love. I just didn't know if I was even capable of giving it to her.

My ruminations had kept me on a straight line, and presently I stubbed my toe against a rock, the sharp pain bringing me back to the world of reality. I looked down and saw that I was on a dirt trail running along the coastline, the end of the beach a good quarter-mile behind me.

I stared out across the waters, a deep blue with foaming white a hundred yards offshore where the currents broke against the submerged reef. With the setting sun on the horizon, it was quite the picturesque view.

I was still lost in my own world, not really seeing things in focus or hearing much of anything. But gradually I became aware of an odd sound amidst the cacophony, something that didn't fit with the ambient noise of nature.

"HELP!!! HELP ME!!!"

***

I blinked as full consciousness snapped around me, and I was suddenly cognizant of the dirt trail, the short cliff, and the pounding waves before me.

"HELP!!!"

The voice was high-pitched, girlish, and very, very panicked. My eyes quickly tracked across the waves, until off to the left I finally saw a pale arm waving weakly in the water.

She was perhaps twenty yards to the left from where the protective reef ended. Unfortunately, since she was outside the perimeter of the shielding coral, the raw power of the ocean was pushing full bore against any attempts to return back to the reef. Whitecaps were all around her, breaking erratically all the way up to the cliff base.

"HELP!!!"

Holy shit. Was this really happening? Didn't this only happen in the movies? Frantically, I glanced around, looking for help. Wouldn't you know that there wasn't anyone around. The closest people I could see were down by the beach, way too far away.

I was a young male in good shape and a decent swimmer. And there was a young girl out there who needed my help. I didn't really have a choice.

As if in a dreamworld, scarcely aware that this was all really happening, I ripped my shirt over my head and kicked off my Teva sandals. I pulled out my wallet and ditched the watch. And then I started hurrying down the dirt path to the point closest to her.

Little pebbles and other sharp objects dug into the soft pads of my feet. Fuck, I should have kept the sandals until I got to this point. Stupid mistake, but it was too late to turn back. I got the cliff's edge, only a short four foot drop or so into the ocean. But I looked at the whitecaps and frothing water and silently cursed. What was that about invisible riptides that would suck you down and drown you in seconds?

I'd swum in the ocean before. But that was around protected reefs or on popular swimming beaches, known to be relatively safe. This was the fucking open ocean. There was a reason why signs were posted everywhere, warning that death was a possibility. Didn't like ten people drown last year on this island or something?

Still, for some reason, she wasn't moving anywhere. Every now and again, a wave crashed over her head, but her position wasn't changing. Did she really need help? Was this some kind of sick joke? She didn't look like she was drowning.

"HELP!!!"

I jumped in. I didn't get more than six feet down before I landed on something hard that felt like a submerged rock. I surfaced and immediately a wave crashed over me unexpectedly and I swallowed a mouthful of seawater. Bloody hell...

I swam forward against the tide, and very quickly I came upon another rock. This one was just high enough for me to grab a hold and ride out the next wave. It was then that I realized why there were so many erratic whitecaps around me. The waves were breaking over a variety of submerged rocks, probably volcanic. The girl was probably holding onto a rock of her own, which explained why she wasn't sinking immediately.

I waited for the next wave to crash over my head, and in the lull that followed, I pushed off my current rock and swam hard ahead until I hit the next one. It was a plan. Keep leapfrogging until I got to her.

Six rocks later, I scrambled to the rock the girl was on. She was extremely pale and waterlogged, crying constantly as I slipped my right arm around her waist. "I've got you," I managed to croak and she wrapped both her arms around my shoulders.

I put her in a rescue carry, where she was floating on her back somewhat while I could side-stroke with my left arm and hold onto her with my right. And then we started back.

She was sputtering up water and there was nothing I could do to avoid the waves coming over us. I hit the next rock hard and felt a sharp, scraping pain against my left knee. I ignored it and when the next wave came, tried to body surf us to the next rock.

And then another rock.

And another.

The whole ordeal probably lasted five or ten minutes. It felt like hours.

At last, we got to the cliff, which was really a series of carved, spiky ledges instead of a sheer face. It made it easier to get up with obvious handholds and footholds. A good thing too since I hadn't considered how I'd get back up the four-foot embankment before I jumped in.

She was almost too weak to get up. Mindlessly, I heaved her up half-way and then pushed on her ass until she was able to flop over the top. And then with adrenaline still coursing through every millimeter of my veins, I scrambled up myself and then lay in the dirt, panting to catch my breath.

As oxygen flowed back into me, so did the pain all over my body. I was aching everywhere, especially in my arms. My lungs felt like I had a 300-pound woman sitting on my chest as I gasped for air. Little prickly points felt like miniature bee stings across my body, especially around my legs and my belly.

I looked down and saw ragged cuts everywhere on me from the sharp rocks. My abs were pretty cut up and one scrape on my left knee was bleeding rather heavily. But all in all, I wasn't in too bad shape.

The girl actually looked cleaner. That is, if you ignored that she was currently retching up her lunch plus a healthy volume of seawater. But she didn't look nearly as cut up as me, probably since I was the one clinging to all the rocks on the way back while I held her floating beside me.

But once she stopped vomiting and caught her breath, she turned to me, exclaiming "Merci!" and wrapping her arms around me. Only then did I realize that I had a well-developed young woman in a sheer white bikini hugging me.

"You okay?" I croaked while patting her back.

She nodded her head vigorously and then sat back, still breathing heavily. This had the effect of causing her chest to rise and fall dramatically, and I couldn't help but be drawn down to her bounteous breasts.

My gaze flickered down for just a moment before I looked back up into her face. I nearly melted right then and there. She was a PERFECT redhead. Her hair was a dark auburn right now, wet and slicked back against her scalp to fall just a bit below her shoulders. Her face was small and cute with pouty lips, the kind of face that immediately stirred up naughty girl fantasies. There was a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, and she had simply gorgeous baby blue eyes.

I'm such a sucker for those kind of blue eyes.

As for the rest of her... holy SHIT. Maybe 5'5", slender, but STACKED. Draw up the perfect comic book petite redhead, that was this girl. And from her delicate features, I guessed she was a late teen at best. My dirty mind silently begged 'please be legal'.

But then the seriousness of the situation finally managed to override my horny, young male instincts and I sat up to really take a good look at her. "You sure you're okay?"

I reached out to examine her arms and inspect her for more scratches. "No pain? You can move all of your limbs?"

"I'm fine. Perhaps a few bruises. But I don't think anything's broken. How can I ever thank you?" Her voice was a sweet melody and tinged with a strong accent. French, I guessed, but her speech was clear and easy to understand.

"Are you here with anybody? Friends? Family?"

She nodded. "My parents should be back at the beach."

"Okay, let's get you back to them. I'm David." I reached my hand out to shake.

She smiled ever so gratefully at me and shook my hand. "Claudine."

Still with her hand in my grip, I started helping her to her feet, ready to catch her should her legs give out unexpectedly. Gingerly, we both got up, and once we were standing she sniffled and threw herself into my arms once again, whimpering softly.

I patted her back and returned her hug, still catching my breath. I asked her again if she was really ok.

She pulled away and nodded, fresh tears in her eyes. "Oh, but I was so stupid! Stupid!"

"How did you end up all the way out there?"

She gave me an embarrassed smile, giving me a glimpse of pearly white teeth. "I wanted to take pictures of the turtles. I went all along the reef, and when they kept going, I decided to follow them." She waved back towards the waves. "I lost all my gear trying to get out."

My head immediately went into lecture mode. "You should never leave the reef. The open ocean is dangerous." Internally, I winced. What, like she didn't realize now that the ocean could be dangerous? With my gruff voice, I felt like an old man around her. "And at the very least, you should always go snorkeling with someone else. Never go out alone."

"I know, I know. I wasn't thinking. My little brother was supposed to go with me. But he turned one direction and I went to find my turtles." Claudine never let go of my hand as we made our way back to my clothes. We both were stepping gingerly. I knew I had a variety of cuts on the soles of my feet, and walking on rough dirt and sharp pebbles wasn't helping. Claudine was probably in the same situation.

I stooped to pick up my things and she just started staring out across the waves. "I was going to die out there. I knew it. I tried so hard to swim back to the reef. I let go of my camera and I lost my goggles. But I was so tired... so tired... I found that rock and it was all I could do just to hang on. My strength was gone."

She turned back to me, her clear blue eyes shining. "If you hadn't been there. Or if you had come just a few minutes later, I would be dead. I am certain of it. The waves kept crashing over me and I kept swallowing more and more water. I would have given up. I would have been too tired and just let go. You are a miracle. You came and rescued me."

I wasn't sure how to answer that. I looked down and offered her my sandals. "Please, the ground is rough between here and the beach."

She blinked a few times, still looking at me in absolute adoration. And then she finally slipped her feet into the sandals while I knelt and buckled them to her ankles.

I stood and Claudine grabbed my hand once again, holding on tightly as if letting go would lead to her death. I pressed my lips together tightly and nodded my head towards the beach. She let me lead her on.

"I can't thank you enough. I still can't believe you came when you did. Look around. Even now, no one has come walking this way. If it wasn't for you, no one would have ever come to rescue me. You really are my miracle."




The Book of David Ch. 11



"I'm just happy I was in the right place at the right time."

She stopped us walking and leaned towards me, her face just a few inches away. I was actually a little intimidated by how intense her stare was, blue laser beams boring right into the back of my skull. It was a little overwhelming.

I glanced down to get out of that stare. It was a mistake, now I was looking at her tits, so round, firm, and delicious-looking in the white bikini top. I shook my head then turned back to the path.

I was still walking gingerly, wincing with each step. Dammit, there were like a million pebbles on this path. Things weren't that much better when we got back to the beach. The sand was softer, but the heat was now searing the open cuts on the bottom of my feet.

Claudine held my hand the whole way, whispering her thanks over and again while also ruminating on her own stupidity. But eventually, we made it back to a middle-aged couple reclining on some beach chairs.

Claudine called "Papa!" in relief. Her dad, resplendent in a brightly patterned Hawaiian print shirt, got up as we approached and gave me a funny look. Perhaps he thought I was flirting with his daughter.

But as we got closer, he caught sight of the blood and scratches on the both of us, and his eyebrows went up in alarm. He began barking concerned questions in French.

Claudine rapid-fired a response, and then her mother was similarly out of her chair. What followed was a frantic three-way conversation in French as the story unfolded haltingly, frequently interrupted by more questions. I did catch the name "David" a few times, with that accented dah-VEED.

In a way, all I wanted to do was slip away. Claudine was safe and with her parents. I'd done my thing and now I could go home. Plus, a sudden wave of exhaustion was tugging at my shoulders. But Claudine held fast to my hand, clearly not willing to be separated from her rescuer just yet.

Things only got more complicated when a boy of about 15 in board-shorts waltzed up. Now the parents were laying into him as if it was his fault, and I assumed this was the aforementioned little brother. And the three-way frantic conversation became a four-way frenzied conversation.

Then, just when I thought things were calming down, Claudine's father turned and bear-hugged me. I rocked back from his heavy embrace while he patted my back and said haltingly, "Thank you, David. Thank you for saving the life of my daughter."

The mother said something and pointed at the drying blood on me. Then immediately the father said, "We must get you both cleaned up. Please, come with us. We have, uh, medical supplies in our house."

The mother barked orders at the boy and the beach gear was quickly packed up. Claudine returned my sandals to me, and while it was still painful, walking was at least tolerable now.

Turned out, her family was renting a house that was literally right on the beach. Less than two minutes later, I was being herded towards a bathroom to take a shower and clean away the dirt. But before I could go, I took a last look at Claudine.

Wrapped up in an oversized towel, she looked so incredibly young, maybe a full decade younger than me. Her bright blue eyes continued to stare at me as she bit her lip pensively. And then her mother got me down the hall and into the bathroom.

After I cleaned up, my boxers and cargo shorts were drying into hard cardboard on a rack while I wrapped my towel around my waist. I felt incredibly vulnerable in that moment. It didn't help when Claudine's mother opened the bathroom door without knocking and urged me with broken English out into the living room.

Wearing nothing but the towel around my waist, I was put on the couch while the mother began stinging me with cotton balls dunked in medicinal alcohol and then coating my cuts in Neosporin. It was a bit of an embarrassing position, and I began wondering where those oversized towels went. My own towel barely extended past my knees, and I was in grave danger of showing my jewels to the whole household.

Things were not helped when Claudine's mother finished with my stomach and lower legs. But then she began tugging my towel upwards so she could get to my knees and the upper slopes of my thighs.

Alarmed, I snapped my knees shut like a defensive little girl. But she gave me a firm look and stated sternly, "Yours is not the first penis I have seen." And then she pushed my towel back and finished cleaning me up.

By the time she was done, I heard the water from the second bathroom finish running behind the walls. Claudine's mother got up and went into the Master bathroom. When no one came out, I assumed she was similarly addressing her daughter's wounds.

That left me alone in the living room with Claudine's father. He was a man of few words, not saying anything to me while looking gruff but approving. That left me alone with my thoughts.

A small part of me wanted to leave. This wasn't my family and we had no bonds. And yet I felt an overwhelming sense of concern over Claudine now. It was as if my saving her life made me responsible for her life. I seriously hoped she would grow up to be a good person. In a way, I would have hated to rescue someone who would turn out evil.

But as I thought about her, there was no way I could ever think of her as evil. She was too sweet, too innocent. And she'd faced a life-altering experience. I knew right then, no matter what happened for the rest of our lives or how far apart we drifted, we would forever be a part of each other's lives.

Then she returned, and what I saw took my breath away.

Claudine was wearing a short, summer dress. The hem was high enough to show off her wonderfully toned legs and the light fabric flowed around her ample curves. The top was neither cut too low or too high, showing just enough of her big cleavage to be enticing without scandalizing her parents.

But above all else, she had the face of an angel. With her hair blown dry, it was now an incredible coppery color, and this time her smile was full of perfect white teeth.

Automatically I stood up as she walked in, but my graceful motion was completely ruined when I felt the towel begin to slip around my waist and I had to hunch over and grab it.

Claudine smiled, lighting up the room, and then she said sweetly, "I can never thank you enough for saving my life. I will forever remember my miracle rescuer."

Her mother suddenly came to a realization. "Are you here with your family? They must be very worried about you!"

For the first time since the entire ordeal began, I remembered Brianna. I didn't have any obvious haven like Danielle and Cherys' house around here. She probably would be worried about me. "Uh, well, no family. I'm here with a friend."

I don't know why I said the word 'friend' instead of 'girlfriend'. Something subconscious perhaps?

Musing on that, I leaned over to my wallet and cell phone. There were no missed calls. Still, I said, "I probably should be getting back."

Her father looked at me. "You will have dinner with us." It was a statement, not a request. "You may bring your friend if you wish."

Before answering, I glanced over at Claudine. That look of absolute adoration was in her face again. And then I thought of my girlfriend. I thought about going back to her and spending the evening patching up our relationship. It was what I SHOULD do. But I had to see Claudine again. I smiled tightly and replied, "I'd love to."

***

Claudine's father lent me some clothes to make it back to my condo. I would return them when I came back for dinner. And when I arrived at the door, I stopped and took a deep breath.

I would tell Brianna what had happened. It was an incredible story, but it had the benefit of being true. I would mention the dinner and explain that I felt obligated to go. I would share my little act of heroism with Brianna, and she would feel proud of me, if a little scared at how she might have lost me had I drowned too. And then we would come home together and make love like always.

The only thing is, when I went into the condo, Brianna wasn't there. And from the stifling heat built up and the look of the place, she hadn't been there for a long time.

Immediately I pulled out my cell phone to call and find out where she was. But as I held my thumb over the speed dial, I hesitated. In all the times we'd fought and I'd walked out, Brianna always waited home for me. My absence carved a hole in her heart that she couldn't stand. I'd steam for a bit and then eventually return, and she was too in love to not be there when I came back.

But today she wasn't here. And if she didn't want to be here, then I didn't want to be the one to call her back. I changed my clothes, freshened up, and did my hair. And then it was time for my dinner with Claudine's family.

I took one last look at the empty bedroom, and then I went out the door.

***

The dinner was pleasant enough. The five of us squeezed around a table on the deck at Duke's, overlooking the harbor in Lihue. I was given a prime spot right at the deck railing with Claudine beside me and her father at the head of the table.

Her mother couldn't help begin spinning the tale of my dramatic rescue of her daughter to the elderly couple sitting nearby to us. Five minutes later, the waiter overheard and now both Claudine and I were blushing furiously under the intense stare of a dozen people, including a restaurant manager.

On the bright side, my dinner got comped.

We also finally got a little more personal information about each other. I explained about my Engineering job and my hometown. They were a family vacationing from France. Claudine mentioned that she would love to go to college in America, maybe even the one close to my hometown, but her parents frowned at the idea of being so far away from their darling daughter, especially after nearly losing her today.

When the meal was done and we returned to their house, Claudine shyly asked her parents if she could walk me home. Looking approvingly over me, they agreed and we said our goodbyes, extending their everlasting thanks again. Claudine and I had already exchanged phone numbers. They knew we'd keep in touch.

We walked out of the beach house and onto the sand. Nothing was said for the at first as we simply walked along side-by-side in the moonlight, reveling in the warm tropical air and light breeze ruffling our clothing. I glanced over at the pretty girl more than once, but her expression was inscrutable and she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.

But when we hit the beach and passed out of sight of the house, Claudine reached out and slipped her hand into mine. Her touch was simultaneously soothing and exciting as I felt a little electric buzz pass up my arm. This time when I looked over at her, her wide-eyed adoring gaze was on me again, accompanied by a brilliant smile.

We ended up walking across the beach and Claudine tugged my hand, directing us closer to the surf and onto the hard-packed moist sand. She slipped off her sandals and held them in her other hand, and I followed suit so that we could walk along together and feel the cool water lapping over our feet every now and again. I was happy that the salt content of the water didn't sting my healing cuts noticeably.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her softly.

"I can't describe it," she answered. "But what I'm feeling is very strong, very intense." Somehow, her accent made every word that much more sensuous. And the look she gave me then was pure lust.

That look set my heart racing, and with my lip trembling I returned to our walking and she squeezed my hand.

"Claudine, you don't have to do anything. I'm sure you're feeling grateful, but-"

"It's not about being grateful," she interrupted me. "What happened was so... so terrifying. I was certain I was going to die. And after that kind of experience, I want... no, I NEED to feel something good." She looked at me then as we splashed along. "You make me feel good, just by being with me."

After that, we walked in relative silence. Her words had said 'just by being with me'. The signals she was sending me hinted at much more than just relative proximity. She knew that I knew she was suggesting more, and the sidelong glances we would occasionally give each other more than enough to communicate our desires. I could feel the sexual tension between us thickening with every step we took. It was a wondrous feeling, the mystery of a strange person you were terribly attracted to. I hadn't felt like this in a long time.

Without really thinking about it, I realized that that all the artificial lights were fading around us. We were getting farther and farther away from the road and the parking lot, following the curve of the bay and heading towards the point where I rescued her.

"Do you want to go back there?" I asked.

"Not quite that far," she answered.

In fact, we went almost clear to the end of the beach, so that the only unnatural lights were far off in the distance. Presently, Claudine stopped and turned to face me. She had an unearthly glow in the moonlight, her copper hair now a shimmering silver. And with the water up to our ankles, she stepped right up into my personal space and looked at me with luminous eyes.

I felt a tightness in my chest and I think I stopped breathing for a moment as she raised her hands to my face, giving me that wide open look of absolute adoration that just melted me inside. And then stroking my temple with her finger tips, back behind my ear, she gently pulled my head down and reached up to pull our lips together.

I was immediately intoxicated by her spicy flavor, and a sharp thrill shot down my spine like a lightning bolt. We started at first just rubbing our lips together, but as time went on we progressed to firmer mouth molding and finally to real French kissing. Her fingers were tangled in my hair as she crushed her big tits into my chest, and I wrapped my arms around her slender body holding her tightly to me.

The emotions buzzing through us felt so familiar. And as I reveled in the kiss, I suddenly understood the raw adrenaline rush an intense event has on a person. I now knew how Amber had felt the night I rescued her from a rape attempt. And I was swept away by the passion with which Claudine was kissing me.

Somehow, the memory of Amber reminded me of Brianna. And despite the pleasure, my conscience scrambled a mad alert to the forefront of my brain. Feeling sharp pain in my head, I grimaced and pulled back, breaking the kiss and leaving Claudine panting before me.

"I can't!" I croaked in anguish.

"Why not?" Claudine's voice was breathy and her chest heaved. I had a gorgeous, sexy teenager panting with unadulterated lust for me, but my morals had a voice. I wasn't a horny eighteen-year-old desperate to lose his virginity anymore. I'd grown up since then.

I still held Claudine in my arms and looked at her with a wild gaze of both intense attraction and fear. My head slowly shook side-to-side as I fought to get the words out, finally stating, "I have a girlfriend."

"I don't care. I want you for just right now! I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life!" Claudine writhed in my arms and jabbed her head up to kiss me, succeeding in touching my lips before I pulled back in a panic.

I was suddenly dizzy, the adrenaline pumping through me almost as hard as it was in the moments before I jumped in the water before. Is this really happening?

"You saved my life, David. I want you. I NEED you." Claudine was in a sexual frenzy now. Her jaw quivered and her eyelids fluttered almost out of control. She was trembling in my arms and trying to rub herself against me. And her accent was getting thicker. The lust was taking over.

Her eyes were locked onto mine, still adoring but now with undisguised desire. "I don't want to let you fuck me to say thank you. *I* want to fuck *you* because everytime I look at you my body feels like it's on fire. Because I get so wet inside and I crave to feel you inside me." Her eyes flared. "And because I know you want me too."

With that, she pushed through my arms and planted her lips on mine again as she practically leapt into me, scissoring her legs around my waist as I automatically moved to support her.

The kiss was electricity defined. I blinked, and the next thing I knew we were spinning around, lost in a dizzying whirl of passion before my legs gave out and I sat down heavily in the sand with Claudine sitting in my lap.

She gave me an intense look, and then reached down, pulling at the hem of her summer dress and lifting it over her head. I was in awe of her breasts, such firm, large mounds sitting proudly high atop her chest. I remembered the way Monica's had been in High School. Ah, the benefits of youth. And when Claudine removed her bra, my mouth began to water.

"Boys," she giggled as I stared, and then she was unbuttoning my linen shirt. Once undone, she pushed it off my shoulders to fall down my arms, and then she pushed at my pecs until I was lying flat on my back. And then she stood up to remove her thong panties and also drag my shorts down to my ankles so I could kick them off.

I got a glimpse of a tight, hairless pussy. Her folds were already opening to reveal the tender flesh inside, and from the way she glistened in the moonlight, I knew she hadn't been lying about how wet I made her feel.

But while she'd professed an uncontrollable urge to feel me inside her, she apparently had a little more patience than that. Instead of impaling herself upon me, Claudine crawled down until she was straddling my knees, and brushing her hair behind her ears, she bent over and stretched her tongue out to take a long lick at my cock.

"Ohhh, Claudine," I groaned.

She smiled and went back to work. Slowly, the teenaged beauty let her head loll around as she attacked me from different angles, teasing me with lavish touches before pulling away almost completely. And so when she finally took me inside her mouth, the sensations were unexpected and I almost lost it right there, only a straining squeeze on my part preventing an early eruption.

Claudine popped off and pouted. "Aww... Almost had you."

"I still want to be inside you," I breathed.

"You will be. I promise." And then she took my cock into her mouth once again. This time, her hands came out to play, one wrapping around my shaft and pumping me while the other cupped my balls, rubbing softly.

I picked my head up to look down at her. She was such a sexy sight, her youthful face crammed with my meat as she transferred all the adoration her eyes had been showing into pure worship of my cock. And when she realized I was watching, she looked up into my eyes, holding our mutual stare as she continued to pleasure me.

She read every expression on my face and reacted perfectly to maximize my feelings. I was amazed a girl so young could be so good at giving head. And very quickly she brought me to the brink.

I started grunting and my balls coiled, a telltale sign Claudine's fingers picked up on. She backed her head away until just my head was still inside her mouth, and then both her hands began jacking me quickly, twists in her wrists coaxing all the pleasure out.

"Oh, oh, Claudine!" I moaned and then burst. She hummed happily as I began to fill her mouth with all my creamy jism, and I watched her throat contracting as she swallowed repeatedly, never losing a drop.

When I was finished, she sat back on her heels and gave me a satisfied smile. I was immediately enraptured with the way her naked breasts looked in the moonlight, deep shadows making them seem even rounder and bigger than they already were. I let myself catch my breath for just a few moments, but then the way her body called to me, I quickly sat up and then attacked her.




The Book of David Ch. 11



Claudine shrieked a high-pitch as I tackled her and rolled her onto her back. "I have to taste you," I growled as I first kissed her wetly, tasting a bit of myself. And then I rained kisses down her neck and shoulders, impatiently working my way down to her firm breasts which stood upright on her chest with barely any sagging.

My right hand went to a tit while my mouth fastened around her other nipple. My French vixen squealed in delight as I stimulated her breasts and then worked my way down her belly, even swirling my tongue inside her belly button. By the time I got to her hairless pussy, she was panting heavily with anticipation.

Claudine reached beneath her knees and pulled her legs back and to the sides for me as I leaned down to show her what a few years of experience and many different women had taught me about oral pleasure. She had set the bar pretty high with her blowjob. Still, I intended to blow her mind.

The overwhelming sense of responsibility set into me once again. I saved this girl's life. Ironically, *I* felt an obligation because of that, almost as if she were my child or something. I was accountable for her life. Period.

If she ever needed money, she had to but ask me. If she needed a place to live, I would always welcome her. And everything I did for her would have to be the best. And right now, that included her pleasure.

I did every trick in my book. My tongue swirled, my teeth were bared, and my fingers probed everywhere. She especially wriggled when I popped a finger up her ass. 

When she came, Claudine shrieked, "David!" I absolutely loved the way she said it in the throes of her orgasm, tinged in her accent. I wanted to hear her say it again. So I bore down with my lips and tongue and made her shriek my name over and over again. And all in all, I brought her to so many climaxes she had to push my head away and plead exhaustion.

In the tropical humidity, Claudine was covered in a fine sheen of sweat all over her body. The moisture reflected the moonlight so perfectly, and by now my cock was rock hard and ready to go.

She was limp against the sand, panting heavily. But her mussed up hair and heaving breasts only served to turn me on even more. She was floating on the edge of consciousness when I climbed on top of her and began kissing her gently.

Our electric chemistry served to wake her up, and soon she was frenching me with a fury and trying to shift her ass around in the sand to line up her pussy with my dick. I obliged my breaking the kiss long enough to look down and aim, and once my head pushed in the first few inches, Claudine let her head fall back against the sand and she groaned in absolute delight as I glided forward.

"Ohh... David..."

Good lord she was tight. She was absolutely soaking wet, and still her teenaged pussy was tighter than anything from recent memory. Eventually, when I was finally seated all the way inside of her, Claudine grasped my head in her hands as she looked at me with her raw adoration.

"Thank you for saving me." She puckered her lips and kissed me softly. And with that, she pulled my head down to the crook of her neck, stroking my hair as she murmured, "My miracle man..."

We lay there for a long time, joined together. I hadn't felt this much in love in a long time, perhaps since Amber and I were at the height of our relationship. It was crazy. I was almost 26 and Claudine was still a teen. We had known each other for only a matter of hours. And in two days I would be flying home and she would be going back with her parents to France. In all likelihood, I might never see her again.

But intense experiences have a strangely accelerating effect. And with every fiber of my being, I loved her. I cared about her. I wanted nothing but the absolute best and the purest happiness for her.

For what seemed like hours, I stayed embedded to the hilt inside Claudine's pussy, our bodies joined as one and our hearts melded together, even if only for a few brief moments.

In all my life, I never forgot what that moment felt like.

Eventually, she began kissing my neck and shoulders and relaxed her arms that had been holding me so tightly. I didn't start thrusting right away, instead just grinding my hips in a counterclockwise motion, feeling my hard shaft carving out her pussy and stretching her inner walls to the sides.

I turned my head to face hers, my cheek in the sand, and we came together for another kiss. And then, after a while of me grinding my pelvis against her clit, Claudine had to break our liplock to gasp for air as she trembled in a small climax.

Once she got that one out of the way, with her hands stroking my shoulderblades, I retracted my cock out a few inches and then slowly pushed my way back inside, causing her to gasp in exquisite pleasure. So I did it again.

And again.

And again.

Claudine squirmed in the sand beneath me, her mouth gaping open wide. "Ah... ah... David... David... David!" she whimpered as I began to pump her rhythmically. She began crying, happy tears rolling down her cheeks as the edges of her open mouth turned upwards in a smile.

She shuddered once, her tummy clenching as another climax swept through her, and then she picked up the rhythm once again, undulating her hips in time with my thrusts.

"Oh, David!" Claudine squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered, cumming again.

A minute later, it happened again.

"Mon Dieu! I've never kept cumming like this before! Oh! David!" And again.

I was so wrapped up in watching her climax over and over again that I couldn't stop to think of anything else. My body was on autopilot, making love to her with firm, powerful strokes. I did not tire. I did not speed up. I simply continued.

It was a surreal moment, the kind of thing I never would have thought possible. Claudine literally was cumming almost constantly, hyperventilating and crying in disbelief herself as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. It was as if we had reached some resonance frequency where every thrust meant another orgasm. And the whole while, our eyes were locked onto each other. I'm not even sure I blinked.

But for all the pleasure, there was only so much our bodies could physically take. And even in that, we were perfectly attuned. I felt my own breath finally giving way as my thrusts began to pick up speed. Claudine fought to hold her gaze on me even as she felt her own consciousness slipping away. And when she whimpered "David!" it was a love note more powerful than any other word she could have uttered.

In the end, I pushed forward one final time and began to pour. It wasn't shooting or squeezing out burst of cum. I was pouring, like a fire hydrant, spewing a long, continuous burst of creamy fluids inside of Claudine's spasming teenaged pussy.

We looked at each other and for those few moments, our souls touched. But the purest highs can only last for so long. And as the sensations faded, so did our consciousness. We both surrendered to the grey veil of sleep and the beautiful dreams beyond.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 12 



The Book of David Ch. 12



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-- CHAPTER 12: Leave the Moment --

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KAUAI (May 2005)

Love.

New love.

Deliriously happy, I-could-fly-to-the-moon love. I'd forgotten what it could feel like. Neither of us said anything funny. And yet, every time I looked over at Claudine, my heart burst and I started laughing like an idiot. There was simply no way you could take the smile off my face.

And from the way Claudine would look at me and laugh right along with me, I knew she was feeling the same way. Hand in hand, we practically skipped down the road to my condo.

I had no idea what time it was. Despite the watch on my wrist, I didn't care. The sun was down and the moon was up, and there were barely any people around. But my universe had shrunk down until it was just me and her.

We were floating so high that we barely felt the sand caking our skin or wedged into the cracks of our bodies. A cool wind breeze with the salt spritz of the sea blew across us and tangled our hair. And yet all I could feel was the warmth of her hand in mine. I didn't even notice the touch of my feet on the ground.

I was flying.

As we approached the condo, all I could think about was getting Claudine into a proper bed and then making love to her until the sun came up. I didn't care if Brianna was there. If she was, then better she know now that I had found true love.

As luck would have it, Brianna was not home. Claudine and I had the place to ourselves. We got inside and once the door was closed, my arms immediately went around her body as she pulled my head down to meet hers in a wet, sloppy kiss.

My first instinct was to propel us to the bedroom, but once I started moving us in that direction, Claudine giggled and pulled away. "David! David!" she laughed while playfully fending off my attempts to continue sucking face. She held up the strands of her coppery hair, now slightly matted with a thousand grains of sand stuck to her otherwise silky locks. "We are a frightful mess!"

My eyes went wide open with a new, dirty thought. "Good idea," I said, and then physically lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bathroom.

Claudine giggled all the way until I managed to nudge the light with my elbow and set her down on the floor. Her arms went straight up and she gave me a wide smile as I reached to the hem of her dress and lifted it completely off her body.

I was in a big hurry to see her naked in proper lighting, but I couldn't resist leaning forward and kissing her, already addicted to her taste. Never breaking our liplock, she blindly fumbled at my shirt buttons while I found the clasp of her bra. Once we were both topless, I dropped down and took her panties with me, once again my eyes wide at the sight of her hairless nether lips with pretty pink flesh peering out from beneath the folds.

I could have stayed and admired Claudine's perfect pussy for hours, but her hands were urgently tugging at my head and shoulders. I got up and shucked my shorts while she frantically kissed me again.

Only once that momentary lust had been sated did we pause to breathe, and then I leaned into the shower to start fiddling with the controls. I kept testing the water with my hand, waiting for the right temperature while Claudine pawed at my body like an addict who couldn't get enough of me. She was kissing my chest and my arms and squeezing every bit of naked flesh she could get her hands on.

Meanwhile, I admired the sex kitten grinding herself against me. Even tangled and sandy, her coppery hair had a fine sheen that reflected the bathroom lights, but even that illumination couldn't rival her baby blue eyes. Her skin was the kind of pale cream that somehow only redheads ever have, with the light dusting of freckles that made her simultaneously cuter and more alluring at the same time.

Claudine's body was sculpted perfection. I'd forgotten how tight the body of a teenager could be, without any hints of flab, sag, or excess fat. And as she rubbed her young, firm, round tits into me, I just had to reach down and cup her equally firm ass and press her tightly to my body.

The water heated up while I was still roaming her supple flesh. Claudine was so wrapped up in her exploration of my body that she didn't even realize what I was doing until I'd picked her up again and carried us into the corner shower, a square enclosure with two glass walls and a flat, tiled floor.

Claudine got to feel the warm water for just a few seconds before I planted her back against the cold tile of the far wall. She shrieked in surprise before my mouth covered hers and then all her attention was on my lips instead of the cold. Then with one hand flatly against the middle of her chest , I indicated that she stay standing there while I got the shampoo and began working up a thick lather.

"You are a frightfully beautiful mess," I told her, echoing her earlier complaint. And then her face took on a look of utter satisfaction as I stepped forward and began to work the shampoo in to her hair, massaging her scalp with firm fingers all the while.

With the shower spray pouring down on our bodies, I stepped forward and continued kissing her, getting myself nice and intoxicated on her taste while my hands continued to run through her hair and her arms clutched me behind my shoulders.

She obediently stayed in place when I got the body soap. And with a saucy grin she shook her tits at me as I approached. I took the hint and immediately went to work ensuring her breasts were squeaky clean and then some, Claudine rolling her eyes and smirking when I gave her nipples the taste test for cleanliness.

I cleaned up the rest of her body, and Claudine wasn't smirking when I gave her clit the taste test. She was too busy screaming her orgasm while my tongue ran back and forth between her asshole and her heavily lubricated slit.

She took charge after that. At her direction and still kneeling before her, I handed Claudine the shampoo and then went back to eating her out. I kept things simple so as not to overly distract her, but I still heard Claudine's soft sighs of pleasure while she worked the shampoo into my scalp.

She was done with my hair before I brought her to her second climax. After that little shriek was done echoing off the shower walls, she stood me up and went to work soaping my body.

Five minutes later, I was a little disappointed that her taste test on my cock didn't last longer. But I shouldn't have felt too let down. Not when Claudine reached a hand between her legs and spread her pussy lips for me.

Claudine started giggling again as I hoisted her into my arms and she wrapped her legs around my waist. And then her lower lip trembled as she felt the shivering cold of the tile against her back once again, a sharp counterpoint to the thick feeling of my cock penetrating her slippery wet pussy.

"Oh, David..." she whimpered as I began pumping into her. For a second, my mind flashed back to a half-remembered image of her in the ocean. Just like then, her hair was a dark auburn and slicked back behind her ears, clinging to her neck. Claudine's blue eyes were sharply locked onto me with an intensity I couldn't fathom at the time, but now saw as uniquely undivided attention, as if I was the only other person in her world.

But this time, when Claudine's mouth opened to scream, it was a howl of pleasure ripping out of her throat instead of a frantic plea for help. And this time, when her arms circled around me, it was a lover's embrace of desire instead of a desperate clinging for fear of death.

This time, my iron hard cock was intimately pressed inside her exquisitely tight love channel. And as her orgasm swept across her body sending spasms into every muscle, including the ones surrounding my shaft, I kissed her fiercely, reminding her that *I*, her strong man was here to hold her, protect her, and never again let harm come to her.

Claudine practically melted against me as she was able to surrender completely, letting go of any kind of control and yet know that she was safe. She screamed again as I began to fill her with all of my essence, spurting wave after wave into the depths of her body, joining us together as one. And as she felt it, her eyes fluttered while her head limply rolled to the side, the pleasure and the emotions simply overwhelming.

When we were both done, I found that my legs were trembling from the exertion as my weight pinned her to the wall. My chest was heaving as I gasped for air, and Claudine clutched me ever so tightly while the tears rolled down her cheeks.

I looked up into her eyes to find that she was sobbing with the same delirious happiness I had been feeling, with a smile so wide it threatened to crack her face.

It was such a perfect moment.

After the soul-baring beauty of our coupling on the beach and the open joy of this lovemaking, I couldn't imagine heaven possibly being any better than my life right now.

And when we finally dried off and made love one more time in a proper bed, I simply knew that my life would be perfect forever.

The unfortunate thing with perfection is that it never really lasts forever.

Post-coital, I was already halfway to the dreamworld when Claudine got out of bed and began to put her clothes back on. I was awake just enough to complain, "Wait, where are you going?"

She gave me a resigned look with wide puppy-dog eyes and sighed, "I must go home. My father will have waited up for me."

Then Claudine leaned over me with an angelic expression, stroking her palm against my cheek. Her big blue eyes darted back and forth, as if trying to memorize every part of my face. "I will not ever forget you," she said softly and with finality. And then Claudine kissed me for the last time.

My true love was gone.

***

Panic began to set in as I opened my mouth to breathe and instead met a wave of foul-tasting seawater. But as soon as it washed over me, my head was in the air again and I was sputtering out the water while simultaneously gasping for oxygen. At least my grip on the rock was secure.

Just twenty more feet to go. She looked so close, I half-thought I could get there in a single lunge. I coughed out a bit more water and then took a deep breath. And as soon as the next wave hit me and passed on, I pushed off the rock and swam as hard as I could against the current.

And then I was there.

"I've got you!" I gasped. Her skin was cold and clammy. She turned and faced me, looking for all the world like a drowned rat and frightened stiff. But past her pale skin, I saw for just a moment the pale blue of her eyes, wide with sheer terror. And then before I could get a better look, the next wave came and swept us off the rock.

"AAAGH!"

I screamed and then sat up straight, panting heavily, the sheets in a tangle around my waist. I coughed instinctively, trying to expel the seawater that wasn't there anymore. And as I gradually realized I was in my condo, safe on dry land, I buried my forehead against my palms and hunched over, trying to catch my breath and calm down.

I was alive. But now, instead of feeling euphoric, driven by huge amounts of adrenaline pumping through my veins, all I felt was exhausted relief. And from the way my head was throbbing, I felt like I was in the midst of the mother of all hangovers, even though I hadn't a drop of alcohol or any other narcotic in me.

Claudine!

My head suddenly picked up and I was frantically looking around. Where was she?

And then it came back to me. Oh, yeah, she'd gone home to her family, lest they worry about her even more. And then bits and pieces of the previous evening came back to me as well. This too was like a hangover. My memory was spotty, and my head was still throbbing.

But as I sat there, staring off into nothingness, it was coming back to me.

I remembered making love on the beach. I remembered making love in the shower. I remembered making love in the bed. How I came that many times I'll never know.

I remembered her leaving.

I remembered the ache in my heart at our parting, and then that thought stopped my recollection in its tracks.

To my utter and complete horror, I realized that while I remembered it, I couldn't feel it. It was as if there was a thick, syrupy mass clogging the inner workings of my emotions. I had a picture of her kissing me goodbye, but I couldn't taste her lips.

I concentrated harder, trying to squeeze out the sensations. I remembered the feel of her naked body beneath me as we pumped in the slow union of love, but to my horror, I couldn't exactly recall her face.

I remembered THAT I was feeling in love. But now, those warm fuzzies in my stomach were gone, and I couldn't remember WHAT it felt like to be in love.

My true love was gone.

Was it ever real?

It had been an intense day. I'd gone from the emotional pain of my fight with Brianna to the harrowing fright of jumping into the untamable sea. And after such stark darkness, I'd needed to feel something good, something positive.

Was my delirious euphoria of falling in love with Claudine real love? Or was it just the emotional high after surviving what could be termed a near-death experience?

And if it was real, why couldn't I remember exactly what her face looked like? If I was really in love, why didn't I feel that strong desire to be with her right now?

My forehead wrinkled as my brain finally caught up to me, some eight hours late. My shoulders sagged then, and I felt like I had aged another five years overnight. I wasn't in love.

Last night, Claudine and I had shared a moment, several moments in fact. They were beautiful moments, borne out of the need to reach some catharsis after a uniquely personal and frightening experience that no one else could understand.

Brianna was nowhere around for me to share with. Claudine's family could feel relief at knowing she was safe and still never truly comprehend what kind of fear was in her mind out in the open water.

We were the only ones who knew what it really felt like to be out there. And last night, we had come together to purge our tensions and our emotions over the experience in a whirlwind of passion. It was a truly beautiful moment for us.

And the moment was now over.

A lyric came to mind just then: 

... Any moment, big or small / Is a moment, after all. ... Seize the moment, skies may fall / Any moment. ... Days are made of moments / All are worth exploring. ... Many kinds of moments / None is worth ignoring. ... All we have are moments / Memories for storing.

Our lives were these moments. But the song ended with:

... Leave the moment, just be glad / For the moment, that we had.

There was no way Claudine and I could ever work out. Putting the age aside, she was going home to France. I wasn't about to pick up my life and move there, and I couldn't expect her to leave her family for me. Maybe if her school life brought her back to the States, we could see.

But even then, I wasn't in love with her, and I was pretty sure she wasn't in love with me. She was grateful for my rescue. And she had passionately made love with me, probably out of her need to feel something 'good' after the ordeal she'd been through. But that's not the same thing as love.

It was telling that when Claudine had left me last night, we had made no further plans to meet. In my happy delirium last night I may have dreamed of happily ever after, but they were just dreams; not real.

I was Claudine's miracle. Perhaps it was best that we leave it at that, nothing more. For her, being with the real me could only diminish the picture of a guardian angel she now had in her head.

And after all, if I couldn't even follow Amber to Stanford and make that work out, what chance did I really have with a teen from France I'd known less than a day?

It hurt. It hurt like hell. And every other second I wanted to convince myself to just say 'the fuck with it' and TRY, no matter what my rational mind said. And yet, I knew we were not meant to be.

So closing my eyes and letting out a long, long sigh. I lay back in the bed and willed myself to let go.

Leave the moment.

***

I stood over my suitcase, zipping it completely closed. With my lips tight in a flat line, I nodded. That was everything.

Everything of mine, at least. 

I looked around the room. Brianna's suitcase was open and a few outfits were still hanging in the closet. Her toiletries were also spread across the bathroom counter and one of her bikinis was still hanging on a towel rod. I hadn't seen her since before sunset yesterday and as far as I could tell, she'd never come home.

My first instinct once I'd finally emerged from my self-imposed meditation on all things Claudine-related was to panic. What if Brianna were injured, kidnapped, or even dead?

Could I really be so sure our relationship was over that I wouldn't care? I had to call her, make sure she was alright...

And then I found the note: "David. We need some time apart. I'll be home by 11 AM. We'll have plenty of time to talk before the flight."

If only she knew how much I had to confess. I wondered if I knew how much she had to confess. What had she had done and where had she been overnight? Had she gone for an introspective walk and slept beneath the stars? Had she gone to a dance club, picked up a guy, and gone home with him?

Did she rescue a drowning, handsome young man, meet his family, then succumb to an emotional whirlwind of love and lust and then just as rapidly come crashing back to reality?

Between the hangover state I still felt and my recent mental exertions, my brain was already hurting and I was in no condition to go nuts speculating on what Brianna had been doing. So in an effort to be productive, I started packing.

It was our last day on the island and we were supposed to be out by 12 noon. I finished up with my clothes and also our communal gear: guidebooks, hiking sticks, snorkel equipment, and the like. Now, with fifteen minutes to go before Brianna deadline to return, I was starting to go stir crazy.

What if she didn't come back on time? What if she WAS injured, kidnapped, or dead? As my mind started racing, I decided to just keep packing. Anything to keep my mind occupied.

Brianna's toothbrush, deodorant, etc. went into her toiletries bag. Her dirty clothes and the bikini on the towel rod went into a laundry bag. I pulled the outfits off the closet hangars and laid them out on the bed. And of the clean clothes she had left, I started folding them up.

So casually, I folded up her lacey underwear, the same way I'd been doing for months as we'd been doing our laundry together. The mere sight of them simultaneously brought out memories of our wild lovemaking and the quieter domestic moments.

I'd been so content, even if not deliriously happy. I wanted to love her... but it just wasn't there. And unfortunately, love is not something that can be forced. Eventually, I might have married Brianna and we'd have done just fine. But I would have been "settling", and neither of us really deserved that.

I should have felt sad, knowing the end was near. But instead all I could feel was resignation. After the past 24 hours, my emotions were just completely and utterly drained. There was just nothing left.

And so I was in that state when a key went into the door at 10:57 and Brianna walked in. I was sitting on the bed, in the middle of folding her skirt when I looked up at her with a vacant expression, neither happy nor sad to see her.

For her part, Brianna took one look at me and started crying. Her emerald eyes were a dull green and her makeup was rather smeared. Her dirty blonde hair was oily and matted and she had quite the pitiful look on her face. The airy summer dress she wore was wrinkled and a little dirty. It was clear that she hadn't taken a shower yet; and she probably hadn't slept very well, either.




The Book of David Ch. 12



I said nothing as she looked around at the packed suitcases and then her eyes were drawn to me, still absentmindedly folding her clothes. She burst into a fresh set of tears, looking terribly ashamed of herself. And then she walked right over to me, bawling and wrapping her arms around my shoulders as she clutched me tightly.

Instinctively, I cringed at her touch. Her skin was pretty dirty and there was something about her smell that was a little off.

She sensed my hesitation and pulling back she saw my nose wrinkle up. She blinked several times, then stood back and in a quiet voice said, "Now you have your excuse to leave me." They were her first words since she'd arrived.

"What?" I asked. And then she just waited silently while I tried to figure it out.

Glancing over her, an image came to mind. I took another sniff and with a start, recognized the smell. She smelled like sex. And with her disheveled appearance, Brianna looked for all the world like a hooker who had just been used.

My eyes went wide open, and Brianna just nodded as understanding came into my eyes. Her jaw quivered as she said, "I have another man's cum running down my thighs right now. I picked up a stranger at a club and went home with him. Then I fucked... his... brains... out." She made sure to enunciate every word. And then with a determined glare on her face she stated flatly, "You have your reason to break up with me."

My mind raced. What had been going through her mind that she felt she had to resort to this? She'd gone out and gotten someone to fuck her. As pretty as she was, it would not have been difficult. And yet, for all her masochistic tendencies, Brianna clearly did NOT look like she had enjoyed it. What was she thinking?

"Why?"

"You weren't going to break up with me on your own. You knew I loved you and you didn't feel the same way. But you still kept trying. You stayed with me." She gestured at my hands. "You started fucking folding my laundry."

Brianna was tearing up again. She choked on that last sentence, raising a hand to cover her mouth and then turning to sit on the bed beside me without facing me. She stared at the floor and stated firmly, "It would have only gotten worse. The longer you stayed with me, the more I started to believe that someday you'd really love me; that someday you'd look at me the way you used to look at Amber."

She choked up again. And through her tears she bit out, "It was never going to happen."

In my current emotional void, I still couldn't even feel anything. All I had was rational thought and my rational thought wondered, what state was Brianna's psyche in to make her think this was the only way? I reached a hand out and stroked her back. "Bree, why didn't you just say something?"

She closed her eyes and hung her head down. I didn't want to say anything, but as I looked at her pitiful body, her broken spirit, something stirred inside me. It had been an emotional roller coaster over the past 24-hours, and apparently the ride wasn't over yet.

Out of the void came my sympathy and care for Brianna. It wasn't love. It never was and it never would be, but I had great affection for this beautiful young woman who had shared my life for close to two years. And I hated to see her sad.

She felt my arms wrap around her and she started sobbing even harder. Even now, she looked so much like my dear sister Danielle that the sight of her unhappy hit me like a stake through my heart. I pressed my chest against her back and held her tightly, rocking us back and forth.

After a long few minutes, her shivering quieted down and she seemed to regain control of herself. And then, long after I had asked, Brianna answered my question.

"We've talked about it before. But just saying it was never enough to force a clean break. When I said I didn't feel like you would ever love me, you would just try harder to be affectionate, to pay more attention to me. You would do everything you could to be a better boyfriend, convincing yourself it was the RIGHT thing to do. And meanwhile, you'd be burying inside all your natural urges."

She sniffled and said, "You're not monogamous by nature, David. It's a miracle you've kept it in your pants as much as you have been."

My arms tightened as I thought of Claudine. But before I could say anything, Brianna kept going, bitterness creeping into her voice. "You secretly resent me for not being bisexual. You try to hide it, but you feel it inside all the same. You desperately want your sister, and when you look at me you're seeing her half the time. And you can't help but hate me for not being Amber."

Her words had such venom in them that I wanted to let go of her and hide beneath the bed. As it was, all I managed was to loosen my grip around her.

Brianna let out a long, forlorn sigh. And all was quiet for another few moments. When she spoke, her voice was soft again, resigned instead of angry. "It's who you are. And despite all that, I love you."

She barked a laugh, sudden enough to jolt me. "I don't know why!" And then she laughed, not loud, but constantly and crazily with a weird expression on her face. For a moment, I wondered if Brianna had lost her sanity.

But then she sighed again, squeezing her eyes shut tightly and she gasped, "You're a great guy, David. You are smart, you are kind, and you never pushed me harder than I could handle. But you could never fall in love with me. I just wish I could stop loving you."

Her whole body heaved up and down, and when she stilled she seemed to have shrunk a few inches. "But I can't do it. I can't do it, David. I'm in love with you too much. You have to be the one to break up with me."

She bit her lip, and then looking down, Brianna saw the creamy white trail of cum oozing down her thigh past the hem of her skirt. She slowly shook her head as if in disbelief at what she had done to herself, then reached out with her skirt and mopped it up into the thin fabric.

I watched her do this and said quietly, "You didn't have to do that. Last night, we could have had this conversation without you...," I groaned in frustration with myself for letting it get this far. "Without you doing that to yourself."

"Maybe... maybe not..." Brianna chuckled to herself and turned to face me. "You're not even angry, are you? Here I wanted to get you mad, get you ready to dump me and call me a whore, just so I could be free of you. But even this, you're not angry?"

I didn't have to answer. She knew it was the truth.

"Real people aren't supposed to be like you, David. Men aren't supposed to be okay with their girlfriends having sex behind their backs. I thought *I* was kinky. I thought *I* was strange for liking anal sex more than in my cunt. I thought there was something messed up in my head for getting sooo turned on by bondage. But at least all that is just between two people in an intimate relationship."

I shrugged. "To each their own." And then I let out a heavy sigh, staring at the floor and gearing up for my own confession. "Brianna... I cheated on you too."

I braced myself for the explosion. We both knew I wasn't really the jealous type, but we both knew that SHE was. Even my occasional trysts with E-Beth were only allowed begrudgingly out of Brianna's desperate need to keep me happy. And even then, I was always on thin ice with my girlfriend for at least a week afterwards.

Instead, Brianna sighed in resignation. "When?"

I was so surprised I didn't answer right away. "Last night."

In the same flat tone, she asked, "And before then?"

"Except for E-Beth, never," I answered honestly.

"Who was she?"

"It's a long story."

"Tell me everything."

***

I told Brianna the whole story: the rescue, the parents, and the moonlit walk on the beach. I told her how scared I was of dying in the water. I told her how in love I felt afterwards, ready to marry Claudine on the spot. And I told her of how I crashed back down to earth just as quickly.

And when I was done, Brianna was crying again while inspecting the cuts and scratches across my body that she hadn't noticed before. And before I realized it, she'd launched herself at me and was passionately dropping an intense kiss on my lips.

She took me by such surprise, I didn't know what hit me. Then as suddenly as we'd started, Brianna pulled away. "Damn you," she bit out through her tears.

I didn't understand.

"Even when you're a cheating bastard, you're a hero. And even when you've given me a reason to hate your guts, I can't help but love you." And then she was kissing me again.

My brain still had not yet caught up. But it was trying. And then, just when I was about to mount some verbal protest, Brianna pulled away. "Did you fuck her ass?"

"Huh?"

More urgently, Brianna enunciated each word, "Did you fuck her ass?"

"N- no."

And then Brianna's tongue was down my throat as she kissed me even harder than before.

I was still confused. But we had to stop this. I knew the way Brianna felt about me and I'd gotten the sense that she simply couldn't control the way she felt. It was up to me to break us up. It was up to me to free her from this unhealthy relationship.

I got my chance to speak, and to breathe, when she pulled away long enough to rip my shirt over my head and start pulling her dress off as well.

"Brianna! Wait, wait. We can't do this."

"He didn't fuck my ass, David. I wouldn't let him. That place is special. That place is yours."

"Brianna!"

She was breathless and desperate as she clawed at my shorts. "Just one last time, David. Please. I don't want to fly home knowing that his cum was the last to touch me. Please, I need you in my ass. I need it. Just one last time."

She kissed me again, this time with her eyes wide open and staring at me, pleading. She didn't let up, massaging my lips with her own and rubbing her naked tits into me. She knew that I could almost never resist a pretty woman throwing herself at me. And she also knew how much I cared about her. If she really wanted this, how could I say no?

Soon, we were both naked. Brianna's eyes were wild and her hair was a mess. She was still oily and dirty. She even had another man's cum leaking out of her, and I didn't care. She would always be beautiful.

It took just a minute to unpack the lube; I didn't want to do this raw. Brianna spent that entire minute with my dick in her mouth. And as her talented tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body, I felt the last of my resistance crumble away.

Brianna had managed to deep-throat me by the time I held the bottle aloft. And with her lips around my base, I saw her eyes swivel over to it. And then her eyes went back and forth between my face and the bottle, as if indecisive about whether she wanted to keep sucking me or get to the buttfucking.

After ten seconds or so, she swallowed once, her throat contracting around my shaft, and then pulled off. Her eyes were full of need as she crept across the bed, pushing clothes to the side as she lay flat on her belly and then spread her legs to the sides.

I was gentle as I massaged her legs and then rubbed her tight asscheeks. Her head was turned to watch me as I lubed her up, and she sighed in an odd- sounding mixture of contentedness and sorrow while I did so.

When it came time to mount her, Brianna reached back with her hands and pulled apart her own buttcheeks, and with an almost effortless motion, I glided into her.

We lay together like that for a long time, my cock buried to the root inside Brianna's asshole. Almost my entire weight was on top of her, crushing her to the bed. She made no moves to get me off, instead breathing hard with the strain to get oxygen and perfectly happy to feel my weight. I spent a long time just kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. And when she turned her face to me, I leaned over and we met in a fierce kiss.

"David, I love you..." she whispered, her voice tight from the strain of supporting me.

"I know," I sighed, then kissed her again. And then clamping my hands onto her hips to hold her tight, I rolled back and pulled her with me so that we were laying on our sides, my dick still lodged into her dark passageway.

I was able to scoop my left arm beneath her neck and over her shoulder to cup her left breast so that we were spooned together intimately. Brianna pulled my hand to her face and kissed my palm gently while I began to rock slowly in and out of her, my right hand still on her hip for leverage. The way we cuddled was as intimate a lovemaking as we'd ever had together, even though I was in her ass, perhaps *because* I was in her ass.

For Brianna, it was special.

She began whimpering and moaning, her head lolling around as we continued to pump at each other. She pushed back with her hips to meet each thrust, and I managed to snake the fingers of my right hand around to her pussy, finding the hard nub of her clit and strumming it, causing a fresh burst of whimpers from my beautiful girlfriend.

We moved slowly, rhythmically, in no hurry. This wasn't a hard fuck meant to bring Brianna to a cascade of multiple orgasms. This wasn't an exercise in bondage and submission to tease out her darkest naughty pleasures. For the girl who was always kinky, she needed this tender lovemaking. For just a few brief moments, perhaps she even felt loved.

We gradually built up our climaxes, pleasures piling on top of pleasures, lingering in our minds long enough that the new feelings came in even before the old feelings faded away. My mind felt like some sweet honey was filling it, the fluid level rising and rising and choking off all thought except for the sensation of pure bliss.

I was drowning in bliss, and so was Brianna. She began gasping, "Oh, David... oh, David...".

My left hand circled a nipple and pinched down. Her right hand moved to replace mine fingering her clit. And my right hand went back to holding her hips to allow me to powerfully drive over and over into her clenching asshole.

"David... David... DAVID!" Brianna screamed and came, her whole body locking up rigid as the tremendous orgasm tore up her spine. Her ass clamped down around me, squeezing the cum from my balls.

The honey overflowed in my mind, and I surrendered to bliss, unaware of anything except for the supple body in my arms and the unbelievable relief of pressure as I blasted Brianna's ass full of my cum.

I heaved with all my strength against her backside, cramming every last millimeter of cock into her anal chute as I spewed out wad after wad of semen. My hands were squeezing hard, and the pain must have only spurred Brianna to even greater heights as she wailed again in ecstasy as we pressed our bodies together with every drop of strength left.

The next thing I knew, I was blinking slowly as Brianna lay limp in my arms, apparently unconscious. It must have only been a moment, as my cock was still hard and still embedded in her rectum.

I closed my eyes once to blink, and when I opened them again, I felt a great weight lift off my shoulders. That was our last time together. I had given Brianna everything I had, and even if it wasn't enough to make her happy forever, at least it had pleased her for a little while.

As I started to go limp, I slid myself out of her butt and then slid off the bed so I could stand. She was still on her side, now leaking creamy jism from both her holes. After taking a moment to be sure of my balance, I leaned over and picked her up in my arms, hoisting her high so that her head lay against my left shoulder. She stirred awake then, her green eyes fluttering open and then just staring at me, lost in her own thought.

I gave her a little smile, and then without another word carried her to the shower.

Our cleaning was not playful, but it was not unpleasant either. I shampooed out the oils and tangles in her hair, leaving it silky and shiny. I washed away the dirtiness on her body, moving the soap over her body slowly, feeling a tinge of regret that I may never touch this skin again. And I cleaned her private areas, leaving them pure and clean. All was forgiven. Brianna was a beautiful angel once again.

And then it was Brianna's turn, washing me and memorizing every inch of me while she did so. When we were done, I toweled us both off while Brianna just kept staring at me, her eyes filled with an infinite sadness. And then I led her back to our bed.

I pulled the covers back, soiled as they were by the remnants of our lovemaking. lay her down on fresh sheets. Her arms went up around my neck and then she pulled me down for a soft, passionate kiss.

When we broke, I slid into the bed, once again spooned behind her. Lying in my arms, she turned her head to face me, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're going to break up with me now, aren't you?"

I exhaled slowly, and then nodded. "It's time that I stop hurting you."

***

It was a quiet last afternoon on the island. We drove down to the beach and then spent a lot of time apart, alone with our thoughts while staring out across the vastness of the ocean.

When we were together we were pleasant, but it was clear that whatever magic we had was gone. Brianna knew that she needed to get over her obsession with me, to fall out of love with me, and even thought the pain was obvious in her eyes, she was determined to get her emotions under control. And for me, I simply stopped forcing myself to feel obligated to her.

Now I knew how E-Beth must have felt when she broke up with me. At least E- Beth and I were able to be friends. That fact gave hope for Brianna and me.

At least things weren't awkward. No matter what else, Brianna and I were intimately familiar with each other and a lot of our relationship was built on basic personality compatibility. We stopped by Costco and Wal-Mart, shopping for last- minute gifts to bring home for friends and family. We were quieter than usual together, and yet still able to give advice.

The big surprise came at Lihue Airport. It was 9 PM when we arrived and went to our gate. I was searching the monitors to verify we were in the right place when a familiar voice exclaimed, "David!"

I turned just in time to see a gorgeous redheaded teen begin her sprint across the boarding area towards me. It was Claudine.

A million emotions rushed through me just then: elation, at seeing her; lust, at the memory of her nubile body; heartache, at knowing we wouldn't be together; and hesitance, knowing that Brianna was literally two feet behind me. In the end, I just kind of gasped in surprise and then opened my arms just in time for Claudine to slam into me with a forceful hug.

She hummed happily and rubbed my back. But as pleased as I was to see her, I was immensely cognizant of Brianna beside me, not to mention everyone else coming through to the gate waiting area. I released Claudine and then motioned us off to the side.

"I never thought I'd see you again!" she exclaimed, her accent thick.

"Me, neither. Are you on this flight?" I waved to the gate.

"Oi! We go to LAX and from there back to Paris!" It was at this point that Claudine realized a tall, dirty blonde young woman was with me. At once, Claudine became cautious. "Ah, this is your girlfriend?"

Brianna's face went through the gamut of emotions in less than a second before she stepped forward and said softly, "We're friends." She held her hand out to shake. "You must be Claudine. I'm Brianna."

"Enchantée... eh, pleased to meet you." Claudine said formally and shook her hand, taking a moment to gather herself while simultaneously waiting to be bitch- slapped. Clearly, the girl was unsure what Brianna really knew.

Fortunately, Brianna took charge to soothe her. "So it's true. He really rescued you?" She was scrutinizing the various scratches and band-aids on Claudine's legs exposed beneath a short skirt.




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Claudine broke into a wide smile and turned to face me with a toned-down version of her adoring gaze. "My miracle."

Brianna continued, "David told me EVERYTHING." She looked at Claudine significantly, expressing the underlying meaning. "I'm happy he was there for you."

Claudine looked Brianna up and down with a new respect. "Thank you for understanding."

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, and then Claudine's bubbly teenager personality came back up. "Ah, my parents! Please, come!"

Any worries I had over Claudine's father knowing I boned his daughter evaporated when the big guy bear-hugged me. Her mother was less forceful but no less demonstrative in greeting me as well, planting firm kisses on both my cheeks.

I introduced Brianna to them, and soon the entire French family was busy rehashing what they knew of my heroic tale. Well, except for Claudine's younger brother. Like most fifteen-year-olds, he was more interested in his Nintendo DS.

I was quite pleased to find that the sexual tension between Claudine and I was gone. We'd had our scare and our cathartic lovemaking. It was done. Six hours and 3000 miles later, I pulled Claudine to me in a warm hug and kissed her forehead gently as we parted outside LAX Gate 47B.

We'd exchanged e-mail addresses and cell phone numbers. We could look each other up on MySpace. Somehow, we'd stay in contact.

It's amazing how intense a near-death experience can be for people. No matter where life took us in the future, I knew Claudine would always be a part of my life.

***

HOME (May 2005)

Life is circular. The more things change, the more you find yourself in old, familiar situations.

Take tonight for example. I was lying in bed and staring at the ceiling when quietly ecstatic moans began fluttering through my bedroom wall. I sighed and closed my eyes, memory and experience painting the picture of the two gorgeous women in all their splendid glory. The box of tissues was on the desk within an arm's reach. If the two of them were going to keep at it the way they'd done in college, I'd need to start shopping at Costco and buy tissue boxes in bulk.

One of the girls let out a particularly throaty moan, and as I let my hand circle around the hot skin of my erection, it was all I could do to keep from going insane.

As I listened to their love sounds filtering through the wall, I ruminated back on the whirlwind 48-odd-hours I'd just experienced: from Brianna's hula girl outfit to the fight, from the rescue to the sex, and all the way through to coming back home.

Surprisingly, there was little tension between Brianna and me. All we had left was quiet regret. For example, even though we knew we were breaking up, she still held my hand for most of the flight home. And when we got back to our apartment, there were no arguments or pleas to reconsider. Brianna simply helped me pack.

By agreement, I was moving out, although I would continue paying my share of Brianna's rent. I called Danielle, who in two minutes agreed to take me in for a while under the condition that I explain everything to her after I arrived. It was a fair deal. I didn't want to ruin Kevin and Jen's recent freedom from me by going back there and besides, Danielle was family. You can always crash with family.

And then it was time. Brianna and I were finally breaking up. True, I'd be back to gather more things; there was no way it would all fit in my car today. But this would be the last time we parted as boyfriend/girlfriend.

I went to hug her, Brianna's head on my chest as she sniffled lightly. She'd had lots of time to adjust to the idea, but now that I was actually leaving, the pain was coming back. Just like I'd done with Claudine before, I kissed her forehead tenderly. The act simultaneously expressed my affection for her and also our newly platonic status.

Feeling it caused Brianna to burst into tears. Her head knew breaking up was the right thing to do, but her heart was still in love with me. Her heart seized control for a moment, and I felt my head being jerked down so Brianna could give me one last fierce kiss.

She poured her soul into me and practically sucked my lips off of my face. And when she pulled away, her eyes searched mine in a desperate last hope that she had changed my mind. But my eyes were empty. So biting her lip, Brianna nodded and then turned away.

I let myself out the door.

I felt like dirt. No, I actually felt worse like dirt. Brianna deserved so much more. But I just couldn't force myself to love her like she needed. For the umpteenth time, I wondered what was wrong with me. I wondered if I was even capable of that kind of love anymore.

But when I arrived at my new temporary home, I looked up at Danielle and Cherys and realized there wasn't anything wrong with me. All the love in my heart leaped up and my eyes came alive as I saw them. They were two of the people that meant the world to me.

And then my head REALLY started to hurt. All the yo-yoing back and forth between passionate lust for Brianna to the fear of death in the water to the delirious happiness with Claudine to the pain of breakup with Brianna to the emotional delight at seeing my sister and Cherys was just WAY TOO MUCH.

I felt the inky black cloud of unconsciousness already creeping into my vision. And like a zombie, I hugged both girls in greeting and then staggered inside towards the guest bedroom, really just a futon and a desk that served as the girls' junk room.

Fully dressed, I simply collapsed onto the futon and then slept.

Sometime in the night I awoke and found myself staring at the ceiling. And as I listened to Danielle and Cherys making love with each other, for a second I thought I was back in college.

Life is circular. That meant my life would go on, and I would find happiness again.

***

"Hey man, how was your vacation?" Dan waved to me as I headed for my cube.

"Great," I tossed off noncommittally.

"It must have been," Marshall chimed in. "You're an hour late. Still hungover?"

"I just overslept." More specifically, I'd neglected to set any sort of alarm when I crashed last night. Danielle had come in at the last minute to wake me up on her way out the door.

Vipul rolled his chair out into the aisle. "How could you oversleep? Brianna was on time. By the way, what's up with her? You piss her off this morning?"

"Hmm?"

"Well, she's acting kinda funny. I ran into her in the break room and when I asked her about the vacation, she just kind of glared at me and then walked away."

Now all three guys were staring at me. I shrugged and pointedly focused on my monitor. They took the hint and left me alone.

But still, I heard Vipul commenting. "Did you notice her hair? She went blonde for a week and you gotta admit, she looked HOT. But now she's back to dark brown and she cut it real short! Still very cute, but... different."

I frowned at my monitor. Brianna? Cut her hair?

I got my confirmation just before lunch. I was heading to the bathroom and turned the corner, nearly bumping right into her.

"Hey!" I said in surprise and some hope. Vipul had been right. She'd dyed her hair back to her natural color and also gotten a short bob. Her resemblance to Danielle had been quite muted.

"Hey..." she said much more cautiously and then she looked at the floor. She practically radiated pure uncomfortability being around me, making me hesitant to say anything further. And then, still looking downward, she just brushed by me and practically fled down the hall, ready to burst into tears.

I'd been hoping things wouldn't be awkward, but Brianna clearly needed more time. I suppose the one bright side to never falling in love with her was that I wasn't hurt as much after the split.

I turned and watched her until she turned a corner and disappeared. I let out a long sigh, feeling really bad once again for the pain I was causing her.

It was for the best.

***

I reached up to take the plate full of food from Danielle's outstretched hands, but right before my hands got to it, she pulled it away and glared at me.

"No food unless you tell us."

Girls and their gossip. I groaned, but then my stomach growled even louder.

Cherys smirked from her seat at the table and Danielle waved the plate. "It was a condition for you moving in."

"Fine, fine. I promise. Now gimme the damn plate."

She smiled and handed it over: chicken, rice, vegetables... it smelled delicious. I managed to get three bites in before Danielle's annoyed rapping of her spoon on the table got my attention. So I sighed and began the story.

The retelling was easy. I'd certainly thought enough about the sequence of events myself. And one really nice thing about being so close to Danielle and Cherys was that I had no embarrassments, no qualms about what they might think of me. I held nothing back, and by the time I finished, our food was cold.

Cherys reached out and held my hand. "You're a hero David. I always knew it."

Danielle nodded then cocked her head to the side. "You're also a blockhead. Brianna deserved better."

I frowned and nodded. "Deserves better. That's why I'm here. For now, I promise it's just a temporary thing and I'll be out of your hair in no time."

Cherys looked at Danielle and then smiled at me, squeezing my hand. "Stay as long as you like. It'll be like old times."

I rolled my eyes. "It's already like old times. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to sleep when you two are making those noises at night?"

Both girls blushed, and then Danielle got up to reheat our dinners.

My stomach growled as I watched perfectly good food going heading to the microwave. I loudly complained, "It's your damn fault you guys couldn't wait until AFTER dinner!"

***

SUMMER (June 2005)

"Hi gorgeous..." I said wearily as I came through the door.

"Hey hero..." Cherys answered as she sat up straight and moved away from the armrest.

Automatically, I went to her vacated spot and sat down in the corner of the couch, holding my arm out so that Cherys could lean back against my chest and wrap my arm around her. This comfortable position had become a part of our usual routine as well, and Cherys rubbed her cheek against my bicep for a moment before returning her attention back to the TV.

Without looking at me, she read the tension in my body. "Brianna still not talking to you?"

I sighed. "Yeah..."

"It's only been a month. Give her time; it'll be okay." She snuggled closer against me to emphasize her point.

Thirty minutes later, Danielle came home from work and said her hellos to us. She pecked Cherys on the lips and me on the cheek, then went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.

When she returned in some lounge pants and a baggy T-shirt without a bra, Danielle settled into the opposite corner of the couch. Cherys smiled at me and got up, then turned around and lay against Danielle's chest in a mirror-image of the position she had been in with me.

This time, she put her feet up in my lap, wiggling her toes and giving me a smirky little grin. I rolled my eyes in mock annoyance and then started massaging her feet.

Cherys sighed happily and then we all settled in for a comfortable evening.

***

SUMMER (August 2005)

"Hey gorgeous..." I smiled and padded over into the living room.

"Hey hero..." Cherys shifted on the couch and we easily settled into our positions.

Once Cherys got my arm comfortably situated around her waist, she stared off at the TV and asked, "You're sounding better. Brianna finally talk to you?"

"I wouldn't call it talking. But when we passed in the hallway she said 'Hello David' and actually smiled at me." I was smiling right then and I'm sure Cherys could hear it in my voice.

"That's good," she said brightly and then settled her head against my arm and rubbed my bicep.

I let myself lean over and breathe deeply. I'd forgotten how good Cherys smelled. I might as well enjoy it for the next half-hour before Danielle came home.

***

FALL (September 2005)

"Hey gorgeous..." There was a flirtatious tone in my voice as I said it.

"Hey hero..." Cherys answered back in a sultry voice of her own.

Once we were cuddled together on the couch, I let myself lean forward and breathe in her sweet scent. And then without thinking about it, I kissed the back of her head.

Cherys giggled and snuggled herself closer.

"You're in a good mood."

I really was. Over the past few weeks Brianna had been more and more comfortable running across me in the office. And today had been the watershed event.

Around the time of my usual afternoon break, Brianna had slid next to me in the cafeteria with a newspaper, the header titling it as USA Today. I wondered why she was showing me the paper, especially since this was the first time she'd taken an active effort to contact me. Then her pencil reached out and tapped a Sudoku puzzle in the LIFE section, a brand new game ready to make waves across the U.S.

I smirked and looked at her. "I told you it would be big someday."

The smile on Brianna's face was bright and genuine. I knew then that everything would turn out alright.

Cherys had turned her head to face me, her iridescent eyes glowing as she listened to the story. She was likely more excited to see me happy than genuinely excited over Sudoku of all things, but still her obvious enthusiasm helped maintain my emotional high.

We hit a natural lull in the conversation and she turned back around before snuggling deeper into my grasp. And as she did so, I felt my arm squeezing just a little tighter around her.

Cherys had always been a beautiful girl. When I was a teenager, I was having sexual fantasies of her every twenty minutes or so. And yet ever since our one and only time being intimate with each other, I'd never made another move... until today.

We'd been cuddling like this after work every weekday for months with nothing happening. But on this day, feeling pleasantly content and having a gorgeous young woman in my arms, I leaned forward and pressed my nose to the back of her head, inhaling deeply. My eyes closed as I took in her wonderful scent. The hand that was wrapped around her waist began to snake upwards as the arm tightened, bringing my palm ever closer to one of her firm, fabulous breasts.

I wasn't even thinking, just moving, at least until Cherys' voice playfully teased, "David... are you being naughty?"

Instantly my eyes flew open and my hand froze. "Oh, um, hmm," I sputtered as I let my hand drop back to her waist and I sat up straight, my chest no longer pressed tightly against her back.

Cherys giggled, a musical lilt like a forest sprite, and then she turned to face me, her eyes flashing dangerously. "You WERE being naughty!"

"I can't help it. I'm just a guy and you're... well, you're you."

This seemed to delight Cherys and she deliberately rubbed her breasts against my chest while watching my face for a reaction.

"You keep that up and I can't be held accountable for the consequences," I said softly. "I haven't had sex in a very, very long time."

"What's wrong? Don't you get off enough every night?" Her smile was predatory and she leaned up to whisper in my ear. "You know, sometimes we can hear you grunting when you cum."

My eyes went wide and as I turned to face her, I found that Cherys was also turning to look right at me, her eyes burning with an inner fire. Her hand dropped to my crotch and she settled her palm over my bulge. "Do you want my help with this?"

There was an intense undercurrent in her voice, a promise of pleasure. And as I contemplated what she was offering, my mind flashed back over the past few months. Cherys had always flirted with me, including over the past few months. All her flirty giggles and "accidental" rubbing of her body against me were nothing new; it was just that I hadn't been noticing it.

But today, finally feeling some sense that Brianna and I would be okay, that we could be friends, I was finally letting myself see the opportunities around me. Today, I finally began to feel the rush of sexual excitement around a pretty girl.

Cherys' face was just an inch away from mine. Her lips were so close, and she smelled so unbelievably sweet. All I had to do was lean forward and we'd be kissing. Who knew how far we could go? It wasn't like we hadn't gone there before.

But I didn't want to go that far. My conscience made itself known and I reminded myself that this was Danielle's true love. The last time I'd been intimate with Cherys had nearly been disastrous for Danielle, leading to breakup and eventually to Danielle's rape. It's not that I thought all that could happen again, but those memories were harsh reminders of the concept of consequences.

And besides, Cherys had been flirting with me for over a decade without ever following through. She just plain loved to tease me.

I made my decision not to go any further, and Cherys saw it in my eyes. She blinked slowly and then nodded her understanding. But before she pulled away, she asked, "Sure you don't want my help?"

My eyes set hard. "I'll wait until I'm alone tonight," I said with all seriousness.

Cherys sighed and then lay back against the couch. The door opened just then and Danielle came into the living room.

"Hey guys..."

***

FALL (September 2005)

"You ready to go?"

"Yep," Cherys replied and bounded up to me, pulling me into a hug. Together, we headed out to my car and drove the familiar path to our destination.

Once there, Cherys wrapped her arms around me and lay her head on my shoulder, looking down at the headstone. "I have a confession, sis. I've been flirting with your boyfriend."

Confusion came over my face as I turned my head to look at Cherys, but she just kept her attention on Ellie's grave. "So... I just wanted to run it by you. Make sure everything is OK. I'm going to keep flirting with him, teasing him. Maybe... if he's really lucky, we might even have sex. Would that be okay? If it's not, strike me down with lightning or something..."

We both waited in the silent air. I was practically holding my breath. I hadn't had sex in a long, long time and I found myself actually praying that nothing would happen so Cherys could seduce me.

"No?" Cherys said, looking around for lightning bolts. "Okay. I'm not saying I WILL fuck him. Just wanted to make sure it would be okay if I did. Love you, Ellie."

***

FALL (October 2005)

My keys jingled as I slipped them into my jeans while walking out of the bedroom. I waved to the girls, who were busying themselves in the kitchen together. "Laters..."

Danielle's 'mom' face came down on me. "And where do you think YOU'RE going?"

I stopped, confusion spreading across my face. She hadn't taken that tone with me in quite some time and I was instantly trying to figure out what I did wrong. "Uh... out?"

"Out where? It's a Friday night. What, you got a date?" From the way Danielle's eyes rolled it was clear that she thought that possibility to be remote at best.

"No, I'm having dinner with Kevin and Jen," I admitted quickly before my ego realized I'd been insulted. "But... I COULD have had a date..."

Cherys glanced over at us, chuckling to herself at the sibling standoff. Danielle looked hurt and said in a small voice, "I'd thought you would stay and have dinner with us..."

Danielle was impossible to resist when she pulled the whole hurt-little-girl act, complete with puppy-dog eyes. She knew my protective/family instinct would immediately come out.

"Okay, I'll stay and keep my big sis company." And with that, I pulled out my cell phone and turned, holding down the speed dial to Kevin and Jen's apartment.

It rang twice before my brain caught up and I quickly ended the call. I knew my sister better than this. "Wait a minute..." I turned to face Danielle, accusation in my eyes. "What's going on?"




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Her eyes went wide for a second, a dead giveaway of guilt as she turned to scrutinize her carrots.

I took two steps forward, warning in a low voice, "Danielle..."

But before she could answer, the doorbell rang. Cherys was obviously trying to smother her giggles and Danielle blushed. I pointed at the door. "Did you set me up on a blind date?"

Danielle's brilliant green eyes went wide again and she covered her smile. "Not exactly..."

The doorbell rang again and I started over for the door. I was slightly annoyed, probably not the best mood to be in for greeting a blind date. Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm myself and then checked out my clothing, nothing fancy. If I'd known Danielle was going to pull this I would have at least shaved.

Then I opened the door to find a very pleasant surprise: a curvy brunette with a wide smile and big tits just bursting the seams of her blouse.

"E-Beth!" I exclaimed and then opened my eyes for a big hug.

"Surprise!" she said gleefully and then jumped into my arms.

I spun E-Beth around and set her back onto her feet inside the apartment, and then kicked the door closed as I brought her into the living room. "What are you doing here?"

"Well..." she drawled sheepishly. "Actually, I called the apartment a few weeks ago to tell you I was coming into town for the weekend. Danielle picked up and after we got done talking, she came up with the idea of surprising you."

I glanced to the kitchen, where the girls were still in the middle of preparing dinner. Danielle caught my look and said, "You've been in a funk for months. And I'll bet you're wearing out your right hand..." She stuck her tongue out at me then grinned.

"Speaking of which," E-Beth's silky smooth voice regained my attention. "How long has it been for you?"

There was a promise in her voice. I gulped and glanced down at E-Beth's cleavage, which was proudly on display as she leaned forwards to give me a better view. "Since Brianna..." I said quietly.

E-Beth gave me a feral grin and looked over to Danielle. "We have time?"

Danielle just waved us off then returned to her mixing bowl.

E-Beth couldn't get me off the couch fast enough.

***

I'd barely closed the door before E-Beth pulled hard on my shoulder and sent me tripping and stumbling onto my bed. She paused just a moment to sweep her dark hair behind her ears and then pounced, perched on all fours over my body and kissing me with a ferocity that belied her excitement.

"Wow!" I exclaimed when we finally broke for air. "One might think you haven't gotten laid for months either..."

"I haven't," she husked before dipping her lips to my neck and sniffing me like she was on drugs or something.

"Really?"

"I've been a little more careful lately," she laughed. "Maybe we're actually growing up. For a while now, I haven't wanted to have sex with someone unless I really felt something with them. Not that there's been good pickings. I've been so busy the only people I see are middle-aged chemists. So in the last three months, I've had nothing but little Davie and my own fingers."

"Little Davie?"

E-Beth grinned. "My vibrator. He reminds me of you." And then E-Beth sat up and whipped her blouse off.

"Holy shit!" I croaked. Somehow, E-Beth's breasts were only getting bigger and more beautiful. When her bra came off, I felt like I was going to pop right there.

E-Beth seemed to realize this as well. "Let's take the edge off, shall we?" She tugged me until I was seated at the edge of the bed and she knelt on the floor. Then she quickly stripped me naked below the waist. And finally, leaning forward, she placed my hard cock into the warm, lush valley between her breasts and squeezed those magnificent mammaries around me.

It had been such a long time. Ever since Nataliya first seduced me on my twenty- first birthday, I'd never gone such a long time without being in intimate, physical contact with a woman's body. And now, having such a wondrously large and firm pair of tits wrapped around my sensitive cock felt like heaven on earth.

At first, E-Beth just stroked me through her cleavage. Then she would pause after the downstroke and run her tongue around the head, licking me like a lollipop.

It had been too long. After only a few minutes, I was ready to burst. I groaned out "Elizabeth!" in warning and she slid lower and took me into her mouth. Then, wrapping her hand around the shaft, she jerked me to completion as I started pouring out a gallon of cum down her throat.

E-Beth was not new to giving me blowjobs. But even she wasn't fully prepared for the volume and force of my ejaculation. She swallowed quickly, but still some leaked out, dribbled down her chin, and dropped onto her swaying tits.

It seemed forever that my balls kept pumping and she kept swallowing, and when she finally pulled off and gasped for air, I couldn't help but start laughing at how cum covered her face and chest looked.

With her other hand, E-Beth scooped some of the creamy jism off her chin and popped it into her mouth, grinning and then joining me in laughter, the mirth carrying all the way up and into her eyes.

Half-naked and covered in my cum, E-Beth looked damn sexy. "It's really good to see you," I said honestly.

She just smiled and squeezed her hand around me. Already, I was getting hard again. Slowly, her hand began to stroke up and down while her other hand went back to cleaning herself up. "Too bad there's no one else here to lick me clean. Should I step out and grab one of the girls?"

E-Beth got the extra twitch out of my dick that she was looking for, setting off another round of laughter. And then she stood up and headed for the door.

"You weren't serious, were you?" I asked.

E-Beth shrugged. "No. But I need to clean up and the bathroom is out there." With that, she went outside, still completely topless and with my semen drying on her face and tits.

I saw Danielle look up and her eyes bugged out. I'm certain Danielle knew what we were up to, but I don't think she expected to see E-Beth waltz out covered in cum.

E-Beth smiled. "You guys are welcome to join us." And then she went into the bathroom.

A few minutes later, E-Beth returned, closed the door, and started stripping off the rest of her clothes.

"Aww, they didn't come," she pouted.

I shrugged and took her into my arms. "You're all I need tonight anyways. Thanks for coming to visit."

E-Beth fixed me with a warm smile. "My pleasure." And then straddling my hips, she lowered herself down around my erection. "Mmm, literally... my pleasure..." she moaned.

There was a quick knock then caught our attention. With me still buried inside her pussy, E-Beth craned her head around just as the door swung open. Cherys was leaning against the doorjamb and smiled. "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. In the meantime, do you mind if I watch?"

E-Beth wriggled her crotch against me and then grinned at me. "Let's show her what FUCKING is all about."

***

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Harder!"

"Oh, oh," I grunted repeatedly. And as I thrust my hips forward one final time and blasted my wad inside of her spasming pussy, I yelled "Elizabeth!"

A few minutes later, our naked skin steaming in the cool air, I slipped off her sweaty body until I was on my side with my leg still wrapped over hers. I smiled and then reached out with my hand to brush her bangs back away from her eyes. After all these years, I was still making love to my E-Beth. I looked at her and our old sparkle, our old chemistry, was still alive.

E-Beth's smiled at me for a second. But then she sighed and pointedly turned her gaze away from me. "Don't look at me like that, David."

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "Like what?"

She rolled her head back to face me. "We're not getting back together, David."

"I never..."

My sentence trailed off as she looked at me sternly. "Okay, it might have crossed my mind," I finished.

She reached her palm to my cheek. "Was it a mistake for me to come here?" she asked softly. "I don't want to hurt you."

I exhaled slowly and waggled my head. "No, not a mistake. I get it."

"Don't get me wrong David. I love being here and I love doing this with you..."

I smiled sardonically. "You're just not IN love with me." I chuckled to myself. "That's exactly what I had to tell Brianna."

"Hmm," E-Beth's eyes went up as she put on a mock-nervous expression. "Should I worry that you'll become her booty call now? I don't know if I can handle the competition."

"I just might," I teased right back and then tickled E-Beth, sending us both into paroxysms of laughter.

When we both caught our breaths, E-Beth glanced at the clock. I knew she should probably get going or she would miss her flight.

"Thanks for this weekend, E-Beth. It was..." I glanced down at her naked breasts, lingering for a moment and then returning to her face with a silly grin. "It was great."

She blushed and smiled. "It was truly my pleasure."

We got dressed, me finding my clothes a bit easier than E-Beth. It was really my fault since earlier I'd deliberately stuffed her bra in between the mattress and the boxspring out of a perverted desire to see E-Beth's naked breasts wobbling while she hunted it down.

"Where the HELL did you hide it?" E-Beth spat at me.

I didn't answer, zoning out rather than staring and ogling her tits. I found myself reminiscing about a different time, when E-Beth was a friend-with-benefits, just like today. Only then, I'd been madly in love with Amber.

"How is she?" I asked softly.

"Hmm?" E-Beth stood up with an annoyed look, her naked torso still enticing.

"How is she?" I repeated in an even softer voice. We both knew I was asking about Amber.

E-Beth sighed, "She's..." Her voice trailed away. "I'm not supposed to say."

I bit my lip and looked down. "That's okay." I managed a smile on my face and I looked up at my dear friend. "It was wonderful having you here, E-Beth. And your bra is stuffed beneath the mattress over there," I pointed.

E-Beth bent, shoving her hand where I indicated and coming out with her bra. She fiddled with it for a moment before exhaling slowly and then looking over at me. "She won't admit it, but Amber misses you terribly, David."

I closed my eyes. "I miss her, too." I took a deep breath, and then opened my eyes again. "Let's get you to the airport."

***

When I got back from dropping E-Beth off at the airport, Danielle was on the couch channel-surfing. "And you say WE keep you up all night," she complained.

"Well," Cherys drawled as she came in from the bedroom. "I don't seem to recall you bitching about it last night..."

I could see Danielle's mind revert back to her memories and a sly smile spread across my sister's lips. She looked at me with a gleam in her eyes. "Well, I suppose your little noises got my girlfriend pretty worked up."

Cherys laughed, "And you got to reap the rewards..." She sat down on the couch and kissed Danielle tenderly on the lips.

The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a long while, long enough to start making me uncomfortable. Just when I was about to quietly slip away, Cherys looked up at me with a very odd expression that froze me in place. And then she stood up, pulling Danielle with her.

Slightly hesitant, Cherys looked back and forth between me and her girlfriend before saying, "Um, David. Could you excuse us for a bit? I need to speak with your sister about something important."

I shrugged. "No problem."

Confused but curious, Danielle let Cherys lead her away while I sat down on the couch and retrieved the remote. I checked the time. It was late, but the Sunday night game should still be playing.

About five minutes later, I heard Danielle yell "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" loud enough for me to make out, even through the wall. The noise was enough to cause me to turn around and wonder if everything was alright.

A few seconds after that, Danielle came walking out rather stiffly, and she came right up to me. She didn't look angry. Rather, she seemed shocked and intensely thoughtful, as if Cherys had said something that really made her think. 

Wordlessly, I muted the TV and gave Danielle my full attention. Her eyes swiveled up and down me for a second before she stared at my feet and asked, "David, um... could you please give us some privacy for a little while? Go out somewhere? This is going to be a pretty intense discussion."

I simply nodded and then got up to get my jacket and keys. I already knew I'd head over to Kevin and Jen's place. I could watch the rest of the game with them.

***

That's odd. I hit the speed dial to Jen's cell phone this time, confused at hearing the signal go straight to voicemail once again. Either both Kevin and Jen had their cell phones off or the carrier was on the fritz again.

I tried to peer through the darkened window, but it was apparent that there was nobody home. I rang the doorbell a final time and turned away from the apartment to head back to the parking lot.

I was about ten feet down the sidewalk when familiar voices sounded in front of me. I looked up to see a giggling couple practically wrapped around each other.

"David!" Jen called. "What are you doing here?"

I shrugged. "Got kicked out. The girls wanted some private time and I thought I could finish watching the game here."

She looked at Kevin, a clear question in her eyes. He waggled his head in an answer I didn't understand, and then Jen looked at me with some kind of look of pity.

"Well, come on in."

I followed the happy couple into the apartment and then settled onto a wing chair and Kevin settled onto the couch with an obvious open space for Jen to join. But for now, she headed into the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink?" she asked me.

"Yeah, a Coke would be great." I turned to face my best friend. "So, how are thing's going? You miss me yet?" I grinned.

"Dude... not really," Kevin answered with a smile of his own. "I've got to admit, it's nice having the place to ourselves. Not that it was BAD having you here. It sure was convenient for hanging out..."

I waved him off. "I was joking. It's been a LONG time."

"Yeah, time sure flies don't it?" He ruminated. And then Jen returned with three Cokes and joined Kevin on the couch.

Kevin took his without drinking and instead stared off with a funny smile on his face. "It's just, you get to a point in your life when you decide that NOW is the time to settle down." He turned and wrapped his arm around Jen, who simply glowed as she smiled at me. Kevin continued, "You decide that you've found the one person you want to be with for the rest of your life, and you can't imagine another day without her."

I turned my head fractionally to the side as I got a quizzical look on my face. He couldn't mean...

Before Kevin could continue, Jen confirmed it by thrusting her left hand out to me, palm down. The light reflecting off the diamond was so bright I couldn't believe I hadn't seen it before.

For just a split-second I was stunned. And then I was yelling "HEY!" as I lunged off the chair and wrapped them both in a big hug. "Congratulations!"

When we finally broke apart, Kevin flashed me a megawatt smile and said, "You're the first person we've told. We haven't even told our parents yet."

Jen put in, "He just proposed tonight at dinner. You caught us just as we were coming home." And then Jen excitedly launched into the fully-detailed story the way only an excited woman can. You know, the kind where the re-telling takes twice as long as the actual event. Kevin sprinkled his own commentary throughout.

And when they finished, Kevin flashed back to my original question. "So... sorry dude, we don't miss you at all," he grinned wryly. "Don't get me wrong, you will always be my bro. But it's just that she's all I need in my life."

I sat back and smiled, "Wow... that's incredible you guys. I'm really happy for you! So what's next? When's the wedding? Are you going to get a house now?"

Jen started, "Well once we get rid of you, what's next is that I'm going to show my fiancé just how happy he makes me."

Kevin immediately started giving me head nods to 'Go the fuck away'. I just smiled.

"The wedding," Jen continued, "Will be decided later. Maybe next Summer. We haven't talked about it yet. And I suppose the house will come after that."

I shrugged. "Why wait? Danielle and Cherys already bought their place and they're not married."

Jen snorted, "Yes they are. Maybe they can't get legally married, but they're as married as any couple on the planet."

"I suppose they are."

"Speaking of which, you know you can't stay with them forever."

I looked over at Jen with fresh confusion.

She shrugged and took my hand. "I didn't really think about it until just now. I'm engaged, I have my life partner with me in Kevin. And whether you're family or not, I just think that if I were in Danielle's position, I'd want the privacy of my own home with the one person in my life."

I bit my lip and thought about it.

Jen continued. "I'm not telling you to move out, David. But wasn't this supposed to be a temporary thing? She may not ever feel comfortable kicking you out because you're her family, but you need to respect that she MIGHT not want a third wheel around."

I looked kind of stricken at the idea. All around me people were moving on with their lives. Nate and Monica were married and gone long ago. Danielle and Cherys were coupled up and now Kevin and Jen were getting married. Brianna was gone and I was just now feeling the separation pain of E-Beth flying away.

I was alone.

"Look, maybe I'm wrong," Jen offered. "But I think you owe it to Danielle to find out."

"Yeah..." I said slowly, sipping my Coke. "Well, I'll get out of your guys' hair, let you to be alone together."

Kevin nodded, probably eager to get Jen's clothes off.

"Nope, nope!" Jen interrupted, putting her hand on my shoulder to sit me back down. "There's probably another half-hour left of the game and you two are GOING TO WATCH IT," she said sternly.

I looked confused. Kevin looked positively crestfallen. Here it was the night he proposed, as romantic a night as it gets, and for a second I worried that I had ruined his perfect day.

Jen smiled at her fiancé. "I'm going to go freshen up and put on something a little more... naked..." Her eyes danced at Kevin. "When the game is over, you can come back to the bedroom... and I'll be ready for you..."

***

It took a while for the door to open. But when it did, Danielle let a warm smile cross her lips and she slowly stepped forward and wrapped me in a warm hug. "David..." She made my name sound like a blessing.

I wasn't expecting this kind of warm reception. Usually, Danielle just said a casual "hey" as I passed by. But then again, I usually used my key. Ringing the doorbell and waiting was my way of warning them of my arrival.

Danielle stepped back and beamed at me, then brushed a loose tear from one eye. And despite the moisture in her eyes, she was still smiling.

"You okay?" I asked. "You two finish whatever you had to talk about?"

My question caused a fresh round of happy tears and she stepped forward to hug me again. What was going on? Had she and Cherys decided to kick me out and she was feeling both happy I was leaving them alone and sad to see me go?

Still, I'd spent the last half an hour formulating my script. Jen was right. My promise to be out of their hair in "no time" had turned into semi-permanent residence. I couldn't squat any longer. 

"Should I start packing my things?" I asked hesitantly.

Danielle sniffled and perked her head up, clearly confused. "Packing?"

Best to just say it plainly. "I've been imposing on you guys for too long already. I should move out and give you back your privacy."




The Book of David Ch. 12



Danielle gave me a funny look and shook her head. "We've been through this before, David. You can't afford to be paying rent for two apartments."

"I'll manage."

She touched her palm to my cheek with a condescending but loving gaze. "No, no." She smiled again and then hugged me. "Besides, there's something we need to ask you."

"Okay, shoot."

"Not like this. Come in. Sit down."

Cherys was on the sofa. Sometime between when I'd left and now, both girls changed into their pajamas and yet also put on a smattering of makeup. They both looked casual and stunning at the same time.

"Hey gorgeous..." I said in greeting, taking an extra moment to appreciate Cherys' unique beauty.

"Hi David," she replied in a clear voice and looked straight at me with an intensity I hadn't been expecting.

So strong was the pull of her gaze that I got a little nervous and stopped a few feet away from the wing chair I'd been heading for. Danielle put her hand to the small of my back and said encouragingly, "Sit down."

I forced myself to relax, succeeding only somewhat. These were two of the people I loved and trusted most in the universe, and yet the unknown was still keeping me a bit on edge. I sat in the wing chair and watched as Danielle went over to sit beside Cherys. The two of them held hands fiercely, fingers intertwined in support the way only two people completely in love could quite manage.

For a second, they looked like a nervous lesbian couple about to come out to their parents. But the lesbian ship had sailed long ago and their own nervousness didn't make me feel any more at ease.

Danielle was the chosen spokeswoman. "David, we first want to say that there's absolutely no pressure on you."

I felt the weight of a thousand tons of pressure descending onto my shoulders as she said that.

Danielle didn't seem to notice. "You're under no obligations, but we wanted to ask you for a very personal favor." She glanced at Cherys, who just smiled at me reassuringly and squeezed Danielle's hand tighter.

Danielle continued, "This isn't just a snap decision; it's something we've been thinking about for a while now."

Cherys squeezed Danielle tightly and then practically blurted, "We want a baby."

Danielle just nodded.

Cherys clarified. "*I* want to have the baby."

Just then my brain caught up with what the girls were proposing. It hit me right about the time Cherys said, "And we want you to be the father."

To say I was surprised was quite the understatement. My jaw dropped about two inches and my eyes flew open wide. But at least I wasn't screaming.

Danielle jumped in. "We've wanted to start a family for a while now. We're both 26, almost 27. We've got just about everything else in our lives settled: careers, home, finances. We already knew Cherys wanted to be the one to carry it to term, and we'd already started looking into sperm banks."

Cherys, still hyper-excited, cut in. "But I always wished the baby could have a part of both me AND Dani. It didn't seem right for our child to only be blood- related to me. So, a year ago, I'd already started thinking that if you were the father, then our baby would still have a part of Dani. The baby would have some of your family's genes, some of the same DNA as Dani." Her gaze softened. "But at the time, you were going through your breakup with Amber and then this whole mess with Brianna and it didn't seem right to ask that kind of thing from you."

Danielle reached out and held my hand. "But you've healed from all that now, I can feel it. This weekend you had with E-Beth was the last step in recovering yourself. And... to be honest, it's easier to ask this of you when you don't have a current girlfriend."

My mind was still racing, and the Engineer in me started coming up with all the little impracticalities of how this would work. Danielle saw the furrow in my brow and somehow she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"Oh, you wouldn't need to do anything, David. The baby would be mine and Cherys': finances, child-raising, all that. We'd take full responsibility and we wouldn't be asking anything else of you. It'd be just like we'd found a sperm donor through the system, only with you... we'd know what we were getting. And we'd be keeping things in the family."

Cherys blushed and looked down, blinking prettily. "And... well, it would be a lot more fun getting pregnant with *you* instead..." The inflection in her voice made it clear we weren't talking about artificial insemination.

The prospect of sex with Cherys was almost enough to convince me on its own. She looked undeniably alluring in her satiny pajamas and hard nipples were already denting the fabric. But my conscience was still there.

I thought of how much my life would change if I had a child. I thought of the little joys of looking down at my baby, watching them take their first steps or say their first words. I'd always known I would eventually have children. Heck, I'd even fantasized a time or two about having children with Cherys. This was an opportunity, and I found myself extremely excited by the idea of having a baby of my own.

And therein was my problem.

"I can't..." Cherys' face fell at those first two words. "I can't just do it and walk away."

Danielle cocked her head, already sensing that this wasn't just a simple rejection.

I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, looking straight at Cherys. "I can't have a baby with you and not be a part of his or her life."

My gaze now swept back and forth between Danielle and her girlfriend. "I'm willing to do it. I WANT to do it. But it's only fair that you both know that by doing this, you would be permanently bringing me into your lives in a very exceptional way."

From the glances the two girls were exchanging with each other, it was clear that they had considered this possibility, but perhaps not entirely thought through their response. In the lull of silence, I continued. "I'm not saying we would have to become a three-person relationship or anything. What you two have together is special and unique. I love you both, but I'm not looking to be your husband or make marital demands or anything. But I would want to be the baby's father, fair enough?"

Danielle and Cherys smiled at each other and then turned to me. Simultaneously, they leaped off the couch and enfolded me in a pair of hugs. Soon after that, Danielle planted a platonically affectionate kiss on my cheek. And then Cherys planted a non-so-platonic kiss on my lips that took my breath away.

All three of us were smiling and Danielle was tearing up again. This time, it was Cherys who thumbed away the droplets and then kissed her girlfriend about six inches in front of me. I'd been getting a little hard just from the idea of impregnating Cherys, although the seriousness of the discussion had tamped down on my full-blown lust.

But now? Seeing them kissing? Well, I'm only human. My arms were still around them as they were half-piled into my lap. My hand dropped down to Cherys' ass for a brief moment before I caught myself and pulled it away.

Cherys felt it and then reached down, guiding my hand back to her ass. She turned and looked at me. "I'm approaching the middle of my cycle. If I haven't already, I should be ovulating soon."

I looked deep into her eyes. "So when do we start?"

Cherys turned and almost violently gripped my head. "We start RIGHT NOW."

***

The three of us tumbled into bed and the girls immediately took charge of the situation. I lay flat on my back while Cherys was kissing me and working my shirt up my torso. Danielle was unzipping my jeans and then grasping both them and my boxers in her hands.

At first, my legs tensed up as I felt the ingrained hesitation at letting my sister strip me around my crotch. But then I realized, it wasn't like I had anything she hadn't seen before. So I relaxed and even lifted my hips to help her along.

I knew they weren't exactly well-practiced at stripping guys, but the two of them did it rather efficiently and soon I was naked on the bed. When it was time to strip Cherys, however, my attempts to assist were rebuffed.

Instead, Cherys stood at the foot of the bed and winked at me while I elevated myself onto my elbows to get a better view. Danielle stood behind her and reached her hands around to deftly unbutton her way down Cherys' short- sleeved red satin top. When the garment was open throat to tails, the firmness of Cherys' breasts pushed it open to the sides, clearly showing she was braless beneath, and yet the material was infuriatingly trapped at her nipples and did not part any further.

Then, Danielle dragged the matching pajama pants to the floor along with Cherys panties. Cherys stepped out of the puddle around her ankles, leaning slightly for balance and finally a rosy pink nipple peeked out into view. And then at last, Danielle reached over from behind and pulled the shirt apart and back, Cherys' arms pivoting backwards as the satin slowly dragged down to her wrists and then off completely.

I had long been infatuated with Cherys' breasts. They were almost TOO perfect: so big, so round, so firm, and set so high on her chest. Even as she passed into her late-20s, they were still a magnificent sight to behold. I simply couldn't imagine a better pair than hers.

I was breathing shallowly in eager anticipation as Cherys climbed onto the bed wearing absolutely nothing. She crawled over me and planted little kisses across my chest until she made it up to my face. Even then, she didn't kiss me at first, instead moving further up until she could drape those heavenly globes right against my eye sockets.

My lips shot out like a starving baby and I clamped down onto one nipple. But as soon as I began to tongue it, she pulled away and then bent down to kiss me.

I nearly came right then.

Fortunately, I held on with just a groan and then Cherys turned and lay beside me. She looked up with a smile, and it took me a moment to realize that she wasn't smiling at me.

I turned just in time to see a fully naked Danielle climb on top of Cherys, their arms quickly going around each other and their lips quickly mashing together with a passion I'm not sure I could match. But rather than feel jealous or inadequate, my heart simply started racing.

I'd had my intimate moments with each of them in the past. Since then, little memories of past pleasures and little fantasies of future ones would pop into mind. But for the most part, I'd accepted that the everlasting nature of our relationships would be forever platonic.

But deep down, I never lost the desire for my dream girl Cherys, nor the aching and illicit longing for my sister Danielle. And now, seeing them naked and writhing in sexual ecstasy right in front of me had me as turned on as I'd ever been in my life. And also, to be watching them with my own eyes after listening through the wall for the past several months felt like a wonderful relief from repressed internal tension.

I was ready to jump in. I WANTED to jump in. And yet, something held me back. Cherys and Danielle were together, kissing and caressing and tonguing themselves into a frenzy. They were the romantic couple about to invite me to share in their world, to share in their pleasure, and to share in their love. It wasn't my choice on when to intrude.

So I waited. I lay back and slowly stroked my own rod as I watched Danielle slink her way down Cherys' body and extend a long tongue out into her lover's pink pussy folds. I watched Cherys palming her own tits, pinching the nipples, and I held silent my offer to do it for her.

And as the two of them continued on, I began to wonder if they'd forgotten about me or changed their minds. So despite the wonderful allure of seeing them together, I found myself starting to go soft.

That idea didn't last very long. I was just about to roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling in mild dejection when Cherys twisted to me and took my dick into hand. Danielle was still noisily lapping away at her pussy while Cherys fixed me with a naughty grin, and then she bent over to slurp me into her mouth.

My eyebrows went up and my frown was quickly turned upside-down. Cherys caught the change in my expression and she pulled off long enough to look at me and say, "Yours is the only cock that's ever been in my mouth, David. Yours will forever be the only cock in my mouth."

Cherys kept bobbing on me long enough to make sure I went back to being as hard as a tire iron. And then she decided it was time. She let go of me and then reached down to pull Danielle up to her.

"I love you sweetie," she whispered to Danielle.

"Love you, too." The two of them rubbed noses and kissed, Cherys licking her own fluids off of her lover's face. And then she leaned down and whispered something into Danielle's ear.

Danielle nodded and I watched my sister move around to the head of the bed. Once she was situated comfortably, she spread her legs and beckoned to her girlfriend.

Cherys leaned over and pecked me first before turning around and lying on her back between Danielle's legs. And with her lover's help, Cherys slid down until her head was resting comfortably on Danielle's belly and cradled in Danielle's arms.

Cherys beckoned to me with her hands. "Come and fuck me, David. I want to feel your hard cock inside me."

I moved myself into position, supporting myself on my elbows as I looked down at the angel before me. Cherys smiled and then looked down, reaching her hand to my shaft and guiding it into her. Once the head was seated, she laid her head back against Danielle and sighed as I slowly pushed forward.

As my hands grasped Cherys' shoulders, I felt the odd sensation of my forearms against Danielle's naked thighs, and I looked up into my sister's eyes while I buried my cock inside her girlfriend.

Danielle just smiled at me and shrugged. The situation felt a little weird, but not uncomfortable. She loved both of us and she wanted to see the both of us happy.

"Give it all to her, David. Make my girlfriend cum." Danielle patted my cheek and then I was looking down at Cherys' face, her eyes squeezed shut as all of her focus was on the hot, throbbing rod stretching her pussy wide.

I bent to kiss her, and Cherys' head came up as she pressed her lips back at me. Her legs also went up around my lower back, crossing her ankles and tugging me deeper.

We broke for air long enough for me to gasp, "Oh, Cherys..."

She grinned and answered, "Fuck me, David. Fuck me..."

So I did.

Cherys basked in the warm glow of love. My thrusting and grinding were sending sparks of pleasure through her body, titillating her clit and touching off every nerve in her pussy I could find. And like a cherry on top, her long-time girlfriend was holding her and stroking her adoringly, pinching her nipples and rubbing her neck at the same time.

"Oh, David! I forgot how good this could be!" Cherys whimpered.

I certainly was doing my best to remind her. I pistoned in and out of her body, varying my pace occasionally and gauging her reactions. My time spent with Amber, E-Beth, and Brianna had only honed my sexual repertoire and when it came to someone like Cherys, I didn't want to hold anything back. If we were going to continue making love, if we were going to make a baby, then I certainly wanted her to enjoy the process. And I was pretty fast at discovering her pleasure buttons.

"David! David! Oh, gawd! Your cock feels so hot! It feels so big in my wet pussy! Oh, David..." Her voice dropped away into a silent gasp as Cherys threw her head back and came, her mouth gaping wide open while she pressed her skull into Danielle's flesh.

I fucked her through her orgasm, prolonging her high with a soft circular grinding of my pelvis against her clit. And when she started to come down I stopped and kissed her, feeling the vibration of Cherys' moan through my teeth.

When I backed away, Cherys had a silly grin on her face while Danielle stroked her hair back. The gorgeous brunette looked up at me and said happily, "Every time Dani's fucking me with Fred, I always imagine that it's you."

Her eyes rolled up and she glanced at Danielle upside-down before looking at me. "Dani does too..."

My still-hard cock twitched at that thought and Danielle blushed, avoiding my gaze for the moment.

Then Cherys turned her beautiful eyes back to me. "The real thing is soooo much better. The heat, the throbbing, and of course the way you use it," Cherys grinned.

"I'm happy you're happy," was all I could really say.

Cherys blushed. "Well now I'm happy. But we have yet to get you off. And also," her eyes went back to Danielle. "I think I owe my girlfriend an orgasm or three." With that, Cherys pushed on my chest, directing me to exit her.

I pulled out and sat back on my heels while Cherys got up and turned over onto her knees. She leaned forward and kissed Danielle briefly on the lips before trailing her lips downwards and backing up. She quickly settled into a position on all fours between Danielle's legs, the fingers of one hand buried inside her lover's snatch and causing Danielle's chest to start heaving as the pleasure crept into her mind.

For a few seconds, I watched Danielle's firm tits rising and falling. But I quickly shut that out of my mind. Our one time together had been in a very intense situation, and she had shown no signs of desire to re-break the barrier of incest. Besides, the perky globes of Cherys' ass in my face were more than enough to hold my attention.

As if to punctuate that line of thinking, Cherys turned her head around to face me and said, "Cum inside me, David. I want to feel you give me a baby."

I hadn't gone soft at all in the intervening minutes. But even if I had, the notion of spurting my love juice inside Cherys' fertile womb was quite the turn-on. I remembered that the one time we had made love, despite Cherys' urging me to cum in her, I'd pulled out at the last moment, knowing she wasn't protected.

But now I had permission, desire, and intent. And grasping Cherys' hips in my hands, I settled behind her doggy-style and pushed my shaft into her clasping tunnel once again.

She moaned happily, her head hanging down as she whispered, "Fuck me, David. Fuck me... Cum in me, David. Cum in me..."

Once she got used to my pumping, she turned her head to the shaven bare snatch of my sister and extended out her tongue. I watched Danielle's vermillion irises light up and then disappear as she lowered her eyelids to embrace the pleasure. "Mmm... Cherys... you're so good at that..."

I felt my control slipping away. A pleasant haze began to creep over me, like the mellow bliss of being drunk. Only we'd had no alcohol; I was getting drunk on the pleasure and happiness around me.

My prick was surrounded by hot, wet pussyflesh. It was Cherys' pussy, the pussy of my dreams. I had her dynamite asscheeks in my hands. And as I pushed in and out of the woman who had been at the center of my fantasies growing up, I watched my beautiful sister writhing in naked glory before me, her nipples erect and her chest heaving as she pressed her lover's raven-haired head tighter between her legs.

We were a family. Danielle and I were literally family. Cherys was practically Danielle's wife. And in a way, I was Cherys' little brother. We had all the trust and love any family could ever want, and someday soon, the three of us would be making a baby together.

And as the room filled with crescendoing moans of pleasure and the final screams of ecstasy, I felt my cock shuddering inside Cherys, the pleasant haze of bliss parting in my mind and my focus sharpening. And then it was as if I could actually see the bursts of white semen jetting out into Cherys' vagina, powerful blasts racing forward and then dissolving into millions of swimming sperm, their tails wriggling madly as they raced through the dark abyss of her womb, in search of the one glowing light of an egg.




The Book of David Ch. 12



For one of them, a dream might come true.

For me, maybe mine already had.

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NEXT: CHAPTER 13 



The Book of David Ch. 13



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-- CHAPTER 13: Family --

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WINTER (December 2005)

"Unghh..." I groaned, cramming my hips forward with all my might, trying to push my cock a few extra millimeters deeper. My first wad had already blasted off, and now as I reached the point of furthest penetration, I felt the second wad fly out of me. I held that position while tensing my ab muscles and tried to launch every ounce of sperm as fast and as far as I possibly could.

Cherys had rolled her shoulders up, clutching me to her chest while I finished spurting into her womb. And when my body sagged, she lay back, settling her head back down to the pillow, a fine sheen of sweat coating her face. She was panting as heavily as I was.

Her left hand went out and immediately Danielle slid her own hand into it, intertwining their fingers and squeezing reassuringly. "Think that one did it this time?" My sister asked. Our attempts so far hadn't been successful. But this time, we had First Response and other ovulation kits.

Cherys gave a weak smile. "I hope so."

I started chuckling against Cherys' bosom.

Danielle's looked over at me. "What?"

I glanced up and rubbed my cheek against Cherys' wonderful naked tits. "I almost hope not."

"And why not?" Cherys asked while rubbing my head.

I turned my gaze to her, a smirk on my face. "When you give birth, we'll have to stop having sex for a few months. I almost want to prolong that as long as possible."

Cherys giggled and then remarked with a completely straight face. "Who says I'm going to keep having sex with you once you knock me up?"

My eyes must have gone wide in panic because instantly both girls were laughing and patting me, Cherys still rubbing my head and Danielle stroking my arm.

Cherys pulled me up until I was lying beside her and she turned to kiss me tenderly. "I love you, David. Always."

"I love you, too." We looked into each other's eyes and smiled happily.

I basked in that glow for just a little while, idly dreaming about settling down with Cherys as my wife and a few toddlers running around in the yard. I knew it would likely never be, but I allowed the pleasant fantasy for a little while.

Then, Cherys rolled to the side and looked at Danielle. "You. Clothes off!"

Danielle grinned and began to disrobe.

Cherys turned back to face me. "We've got a 48 hour window max. I'm going to play with your sister here until you recharge."

With how hot the two of them looked together, I knew it wouldn't take me long.

***

THREE WEEKS LATER (December 2005)

"Mmm... Merry Christmas." Cherys' lips lingered on mine for a few extra moments.

"Merry Christmas," I said before leaning in for another quick peck. And then I slid my way down Cherys' body, lifting up the hem of her top to expose her flat belly. I smiled and then pressed my lips firmly just below her belly button. "Merry Christmas, baby..."

Cherys giggled and rubbed my head. "I still can't believe I'm actually pregnant."

"I still can't believe I'm going to be a father."

"Believe it." Danielle was on the other side of me, mussing my hair playfully. She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Merry Christmas."

I had the perfect life. Really, how many guys got to wake up with two beautiful women every day?

Cherys giggled again and then kissed me, her short pecks transforming into longer presses until her tongue was snaking inside my mouth. My morning erection was pressed to my belly, something that Cherys soon discovered when her hand went looking for it.

Her eyes opened wide in delight when she found it, and then she was pulling the covers down and got onto her knees to tug away my pajama pants and expose my hard cock to the cool air. "I LOVE unwrapping presents!" she exclaimed before slurping me into her mouth.

"Ohhh," I groaned and stretched, reveling in the wonderful sensations Cherys could produce with her tongue. I glanced to the other side to see Danielle staring intently at Cherys as she fellated me.

I wasn't the only one to notice. Cherys looked up and then popped off my cock, still holding the base in her hand. "Want some?" she tilted the rod in Danielle's direction.

Danielle leaned forward for a moment, and then blinked quickly before turning away. "Don't tease me like that."

In a mild huff, she slid off the bed and began pulling a bathrobe over her PJs. "I'm going to go make us breakfast. Don't take too long you guys, we still have to drive home to our parents for tonight's big dinner."

By now, Cherys already had stuffed my cock back into her mouth and she nodded agreeably.

Once Danielle was gone, Cherys sat up and began stripping out of her own pajamas. "David, now that I'm pregnant, I think it's time you started fucking her."

"Huh?" My mind was still swimming from Cherys' blowjob and I was certain I hadn't heard her correctly.

"She's not going to do it on her own. But every time we're alone and I'm pumping Fred in and out of her, she's thinking of you. Every time I drop your name when she's on the verge of cumming, her orgasms are stronger than anything." By now, Cherys was naked and straddling me. She paused to moan as my dick found the entrance to her pussy and I pushed up into her.

"Mmm... so good..." she whispered before her eyes snapped back to awareness and she looked down at me. "Danielle wants to give you a blowjob so desperately David. You made love to her once, and it was beautiful. But she's never had a real cock in her mouth. And the only real cock she ever had up her ass was a goddamned rapist."

Cherys' eyes flared briefly in remembered anger. And then her focus returned to me. "David, every time I suck you, every time you fuck my ass, I can see the blazing lust in her eyes."

As if to punctuate her statement, Cherys drove herself a little harder onto my shaft, her lower lip trembling in excitement and her eyes fluttering for a moment. "So good, David..." Cherys cooed and then started riding me with a steady rhythm. And then she sighed and started speaking again.

"And every time we make love, her heart breaks. Danielle can't get past her own moral confusion to initiate with you, and I know you would never suggest it yourself for fear of taking advantage of her. But I'm telling you, David. You need to start fucking her before she goes insane."

***

"Are you absolutely sure?" I was hiding in my old room. The bed still had my sheets on it, even though I hadn't slept in the thing since October. The desk, however, had gotten a workout a week ago when Cherys had been feeling a little kinky.

"Yes, I'm sure." Cherys looked me in the eye.

"I'd never forgive myself if it turned out she didn't want this," I whimpered.

"She's the love of my life, David. I know what she wants, even if she can't admit it to herself." Cherys leaned in and kissed me. "Now be quiet. Listen for my cue."

I nodded and then stepped into the shadows of my darkened bedroom. The door was open; to have it closed might give things away. But I stood behind it, just barely able to see through the crack between the hinges.

A few minutes later, Danielle came home from work, right on time. The living room was empty, and I heard her set her things down. "Cherys? David?" she called out speculatively.

"In here, sweetie..." Cherys called from our bedroom. "David went over to Kevin and Jen's place. It's just you and me tonight..." Her voice was mellifluous and oozing sexuality. "Well... and I think we can get Fred involved as well..."

I watched through the crack as Danielle smiled and headed for our bedroom. She stood in the doorway and I could visualize what she was seeing: Cherys, dressed in some of her skimpiest lingerie, the very slight swell of her belly pushing out the top of her G-string and her bosom overflowing the woefully small bustier.

It was all I could do to just stay in my hiding spot and not go out to join them. I'd seen enough of the two girls in action to imagine what was going on in vivid detail, and hearing their little noises had my head spinning.

But I waited. Even when Cherys moaned a pleading "Come fuck me!" I waited, despite the urge to go and do just that. And through all the wet slurps and soft, feminine moans, I waited.

Once, I thought my time was at hand. Danielle was whimpering softly, moving closer towards orgasm and to the edge of reason. The idea was to catch my sister in a moment where her lust and desire overwhelmed her mental hang-ups about sex with me. But rather than bring Danielle to the edge and keep her there until I joined, Cherys brought her crashing over and my sister was howling "I'm cumming!"

In retrospect, it was a good thing Cherys didn't bring me in just yet. That was the moment when I realized I had a mental hang-up of my own.

We're raised to know that incest is wrong. I was never explained WHY it was wrong, but I KNEW it to be so. There were medical reasons not to procreate, birth defects and proper DNA and all. And purely from a social standpoint, once you've crossed the sexual barrier with someone, family or not, your relationship is irrevocably changed.

But Danielle and I had already crossed that barrier. Our relationship had changed in a very dramatic way. I don't imagine that most brother/sister pairs would be entirely comfortable seeing each other naked, much less making love to the same woman at the same time. But we were.

I mean, it's not like we hadn't seen each other naked before. It's not like we hadn't seen each other having sex with a woman before.

It's not like we hadn't had sex with each other before...

I was naked, and I was hard. I took a deep breath. I was hard for my sister. She was a beautiful young woman, with shapely curves and a lithe, athletic body that would be the envy of any lingerie model. And I loved her. I loved her like my sister. I would never want to hurt her and would always be there to protect her, especially after my one great failure to do so before. And I wanted to make her happy.

I wanted to do this. I wanted to share my love for her physically. And if Cherys was right, Danielle wanted to as well.

I snapped out of my ruminations when I heard the trigger phrase. "Time for you to get fucked, Danielle."

"Yesss..." my sister hissed in anticipation. As I quietly slipped away from my hiding spot, my cock leading the way, I listened to the further moans as Cherys drove Danielle closer and closer to climax. When I entered the room, everything was laid out like Cherys had planned.

Danielle was flat on her back, her arms flung behind her in surrender to whatever her lover wanted to do to her. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth blindfold, and her face pointed straight up as she gasped and moaned with pleasure. Her legs were split to the sides and half-falling off the bed, her crotch right at the edge of the mattress so Cherys could have easy access.

Cherys was kneeling between Danielle's legs, lapping slowly with her tongue running up and down the line from sopping wet pussy to clenched anus. Fred the dildo was in her hand, and Cherys was dragging his lubricated head along Danielle's thighs and occasionally across Danielle's swollen clit.

"Put him in me," Danielle pleaded.

"What, this?" Cherys waggled Fred against the soft folds of Danielle's pussy.

Danielle nodded quickly, groaning a "Please..."

"I don't think you really want Fred tonight..."

"I do! I do!"

"You want a hard cock in you?"

"Mmm-hmm..."

"I know," Cherys grinned and glanced at me, beckoning me closer. "I'll bet you want David inside you tonight," she poked the dildo into Danielle, slipping just an inch inside before pulling out.

"OHHHH..." Danielle moaned loudly, just about to climax when Cherys pulled Fred away. My sister whimpered pitifully, clearly having not yet cum.

"You want David, don't you?" Cherys asked softly while rubbing Fred's head across Danielle's clit once again.

"Yes..." Danielle moaned.

"You want to feel David's hard cock inside you..." Cherys parted Danielle's pussy lips to the side, stretching just the first inch wide but not going any further.

"Yes..."

"You want to feel the heat, the throbbing power. You want David to fill you up and drive you mad with lust, don't you?"

"YES! DAVID!"

"You want David to fuck you raw until you can't take any more, and then have him shove his big dick into your mouth and make you swallow all his cum!"

*"YES!!!"*

I was in position. Cherys pushed my ass forward and in a single massive thrust, I slammed my cock all the way into Danielle.

My sister shrieked in ecstasy, her entire body bucking off the bed, her tits thrust into the air and her hair flying as she came harder than I'd ever seen or heard in my life. I barely moved, just keeping my cock rigid as her crotch bucked at me through her entire orgasm, fucking my rod to full penetration and back only a couple inches before pushing me deep inside again.

She kept screaming for what felt like ten minutes, until she finally sagged back against the bed and panted deliriously. "Oh my gawd..." Danielle breathed, her blindfolded head rolling to the side. "I can actually feel him..." She was laughing in sheer delight. "I can actually-"

Suddenly, Danielle's body went rigid and her hands flew to her blindfold, ripping the cloth away. Meanwhile, I was crawling onto the bed, still keeping my cock inside her and rotating her legs and hips back as I got my knees on top of the mattress while I leaned over my sister.

She saw me and managed to gasp, "David!" before my lips descended over hers, and then she was eagerly returning my kiss as our tongues played tonsil hockey together. We broke for air just long enough for her to whimper "Oh, David" and go right back to making out with me, her fingers tangling in my hair as her legs went around my waist and she pulled me deeper into herself.

Eventually, I picked my head up to search her eyes and make sure for myself that she really wanted this. But Danielle just closed her eyes and laid her head back against the mattress with a blissful smile on her face, and flexing her leg muscles she began to undulate her hips against my cock.

I leaned down and kissed her exposed neck. "I love you, Danielle."

"I love you too, David. Always." She hummed happily and then turned to keep kissing me while I began to pump in rhythm with her own thrusting. "Make love to me, David."

"I am, I am."

I felt a darkness descend around us, but in a pleasant way. Danielle glowed beneath me, as if her body was the only illumination I could see. We floated away into empty space, without a bed, without a room, without a universe around us. It was just me and her. This wasn't making love for healing after a rape. This wasn't making love for comfort away from the harshness of reality. This was making love because we loved each other, and because for now we were the only two people in existence.

When Danielle came, she clutched me with all four limbs, holding herself tightly to me as I made short thrusts into her. Her panting in my ear was a sonata more beautiful than the greatest classics, and when she came down, she pulled me into another kiss.

"I always loved you, squirt," she cooed and rubbed her nose to mine.

"I always loved you, Dani." My voice was starting to strain from the effort, and we both realized I was getting close to my own climax. We also both knew, without regret, that I probably shouldn't be spurting into her pussy.

"Cum in my mouth, David. I want your cock in my mouth. I want to swallow every drop of you." Her eyes lit up as if I was about to fulfill her greatest fantasy.

She dropped her legs off my back and I pulled out, quickly scrambling up her body. Her hand reached out to my slimy rod, already squeezing and stroking me towards her gaping mouth before I managed to straddle her head and lower my cock to her face.

She picked her head up and took me inside, sucking powerfully. That was all I needed, and I groaned as I began to fill her mouth, my balls pulsing repeatedly.

"Mmm..." she hummed, her throat contracting as I poured out my seed. Unfortunately, Danielle was still an oral virgin, and she wasn't prepared for the volume. She managed to swallow the first two bursts happily enough, but she mis-timed the third shot and she choked before my prick popped out of her mouth.

The next few wads of cum splattered across her face before she managed to stuff me back between her lips. With the lessened pressure she was able to swallow the rest, and then she lay back, gasping for air with a satisfied grin on her face.

Only then did Cherys make her presence known. "That was beautiful, you two."

Danielle turned. "Maybe as beautiful as watching him impregnate you. Gawd, I'm going to have to get on the pill!" She felt a glob of my cum started to roll down her jaw. She scooped it up with her finger and popped it into her mouth.

"Sorry I couldn't take it all," Danielle apologized to me.

I waved her off and Cherys crept closer. "I'm here to help you with that." The raven-haired beauty leaned down and began tonguing up the creamy jism strung along Danielle's face. "And I'll teach you to get better."

Cherys smiled down at her girlfriend, but darted her gaze to me with an impish gleam in her eyes for just a moment. "But I'm warning you Dani, you'll have to have LOTS and LOTS of practice. By the time I'm done with you you'll be drowning in your brother's cum."

Danielle's green eyes flashed brilliantly at me. "Oh gosh darn."

***

WINTER (January 2006)

The alarm went off, it's annoyingly insistent noise perforating my eardrums and causing me to wince in pain. I tried to close up my ears, ignoring the discomfort until one of the girls slapped the stupid thing.

But no such slap came and the blaring continued. I finally rolled across the mattress myself and turned it off, then surveyed the bedroom through heavy- lidded eyes. I was alone.

Where were the girls?

A new sound filtered into my consciousness, unpleasant, but at least not pain- inducing. It sounded like someone was retching. I turned my head towards the bathroom and then I saw them.

Cherys was kneeling before the porcelain throne with the door wide open, obviously puking into the bowl while Danielle stroked her back and held her hair out of the way.

Cherys coughed a few times, then spat heavily and groaned. "Just when I thought I was going to be one of those women who didn't get morning sickness."

"It's alright, honey," Danielle said soothingly. "I'll get you through this."

The guilty part of me wanted to go over and comfort Cherys. After all, you could make the argument that it was my fault she was feeling nauseous in the first place. But I knew that the supportive partner role was Danielle's. It wasn't my place to usurp her.

Besides, now I could roll back over and catch a few extra minutes of sleep.

***

"David, can you take her?"

"Hmm?" I looked up from the TV in a fog of incomprehension.

Danielle rolled her eyes at me and complained, "You haven't been listening to us, have you?"

I shrugged and waved my remote hand towards the screen. Cherys smiled knowingly.

Danielle sighed and said, "I was supposed to go with Cherys to her obstetrician tomorrow morning. It's her first prenatal visit. But this thing came up at work and I can't make it. And we don't want her to do it alone. Can you do it?"

I tilted my head back and thought about the projects I was working on. None of them were time-critical. "Sure. What do I have to do?"

Cherys explained, "Not much. I'm taking my own car so I can go straight to work afterwards. I just want someone with me when we go and honestly, they'll probably be asking you some health questions since you're the father."

I nodded. "Okay."

The next day, I followed Cherys' car to the medical center. When we got there, I whistled and looked around while Cherys signed herself in. My own doctor's office was pretty bare bones, just white walls and functional chairs in the waiting area. But this obstetrician's waiting area had plush couches, homey wallpaper, and decorative lamps. I sat down in an oversized armchair and managed to find a Sports Illustrated magazine, the only one amongst a hundred girly mags.




The Book of David Ch. 13



There was another woman waiting, looking to be in her early thirties and much further along in her pregnancy. I smiled at her round belly and then nodded my head to her in silent greeting before I started looking for the latest football news.

Somewhat to my surprise, when Cherys finished signing in, she came over and squeezed into the armchair with me, a tight enough fit that she had to drape one leg over my own as she cuddled herself up around my left arm.

"Nervous?" I asked her.

She shook her head 'no', but I could see some of the tension on her face. I wrapped my left arm around and stroked her back soothingly, and we chatted quietly.

When there was a lull in our conversation, the pregnant woman across the way looked up at us and smiled. "You two are the cutest couple. You're going to make the most beautiful babies."

Cherys blushed and squeezed my hand while patting her belly at the same time.

In another few minutes, the door opened and a nurse stepped out, calling Cherys' name.

As Cherys got up, I squeezed her hand again. "Relax, you'll be fine."

She took a deep breath and then we went on. What followed was a coldly clinical and yet startlingly intimate delving into Cherys' personal life. She pretended not to be embarrassed when the nurse measured her height and also her weight. Cherys must have gained a few pounds during the pregnancy because she looked outright shocked at what the scale read and then turned beet red when she remembered I was right next to her.

As if that wasn't enough, once we met with the doctor and went through the battery of health and personal questions, I found myself learning far more about Cherys than I'd ever thought I would. Plus, since the father was conveniently available, I was asked quite a few questions myself.

Cherys was further embarrassed when she had to provide a urine sample knowing I was just outside the door. And when it came time for her to give blood samples, I discovered her abject fear of needles and held her hand the entire time.

When all was said and done, the female lab technician glanced over at Cherys squeezing my hand tightly as I gently stroked her back and calmed her down. The tech stated simply, "Your husband is really special to do this with you."

Cherys didn't bother to correct my title. Instead, she just glanced up at me and replied, "Yes. He really is."

***

Having come in late to work this morning to do Cherys' prenatal thing, and then finding a last-second crisis with my Engineering team, I didn't make it home until after dinner.

Thoughtfully, Danielle had wrapped up a plate for me in the refrigerator and she was pulling it out for me once I came in. Cherys was laid out on the couch, grumbling about how the baby was making her miserable. I kissed her hello and then bent to kiss her belly as well.

"I can't wait until you start getting rounder," I smiled.

Cherys just stared daggers at me. "This is YOUR fault, remember? You can stand there and dream about me getting rounder but I'm the one feeling nauseous and hungry for... for... french fries!"

I thought about that for a second and then looked to Danielle, who was about to put the plate into the microwave. "Hold that," I called to her. "I'll be right back." Then I grabbed my keys and went out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, I returned with a hot bag of salty fast-food heart-attack sticks and Cherys squealed in delight.

Danielle watched me presenting the fries to Cherys with a flourish, clucking her tongue. "You know those probably aren't the healthiest thing for you or the baby."

Around a mouthful of potato, Cherys mumbled, "Doctor told me to eat whatever I want for now."

Danielle smirked. "Well... if it's DOCTOR'S orders." She shook her head in disbelief. She looked at me and beckoned me over with a nod.

I came up to her and she wrapped her arms around my neck. "You're sweet, you know that?"

My ears tinged red just a bit with my blush. "Yeah, I'd like to think so."

Danielle let a little smile touch her lips. "When did you grow up to be such a fine young man."

"Snuck up on you, didn't I?"

"Yeah..." Danielle kissed me quickly and then turned away, beginning to walk towards her bedroom. She got about five feet away before she stopped and looked back at me over her shoulder. "I'm going to take a shower. Care to wash my back?"

My eyes lighting up answered for me.

Two minutes later, Danielle and I were naked and embracing beneath the hot water spray. Her arms were curled beneath my armpits with her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling herself towards me to let her mouth press tightly against mine.

My own hands were roaming her back, sliding down her spine and occasionally pausing to squeeze her firm buttcheeks. I closed my eyes against the water splashing off our bodies and splattering against my face, our heads constantly changing position as we kissed and kissed and kissed. It was delightful.

When we broke for air, Danielle's green eyes were luminous and playful. "I still can't believe we're doing this."

"Doing what?" I asked innocently as one hand came up between her legs, my thumb rubbing over her clit.

"Mmm... that..." she closed her eyes and moaned. But just as quickly, her eyes snapped back open. "Stop that. Now seriously, we should get clean."

Immediately, I had the bottle of body wash in my hand and I started pouring it out into my palm. "Where first?"

Danielle's eyelids dropped as she spread her arms and legs to the sides. "I'll leave it up to you," she said with a naughty smile.

Somewhat predictably, I started by making sure her breasts were really, really clean. And then once that precedent was set, I had to take extra time and care on the rest of her: belly, arms, back, neck. Danielle was panting by the time I finished with her legs, and then those legs nearly buckled when I started cleaning out her pussy.

I was about to try and get her off when Danielle suddenly stopped me. "Up here, do these again." She hefted her tits and waggled them for me.

With an arched eyebrow, I lathered up once again and at her direction, I got her tits and belly all soaped up. Once I was finished, Danielle grinned at me and then pulled me into a hug, pressing every inch of her chest and torso against me, her body slick with soap suds. And while she brought her face within an inch of mine, ready to kiss me and yet not quite letting our lips touch, she began to undulate and rub her foamed-up body against me.

There's something indescribable about having a beautiful woman wash you with her tits. Physically, there are things much more stimulating. Mentally, it's very hard to beat. 

Danielle used her tits to wash my cock as well, squeezing her mammary flesh into a soapy tunnel for my thrusting enjoyment. Then, once she rinsed me off, Danielle simply knelt and suckled me into her mouth.

My arousal had already pretty much reached its peak. But as I looked down, seeing my sister bobbing her head along my shaft, I felt other images flashing into my mind. The last time I'd been in a shower with a beautiful girl sucking me off had been in Kauai, when vivacious Claudine had been doing this for me. The memory of Kauai reminded me of Brianna, who had dyed her hair blonde in order to incite my lust by reminding me of Danielle, my sister who was in reality blowing me right now.

And she was getting pretty good at it. Still a novice technique-wise, Danielle more than made up for it with enthusiasm. And between the pleasure she was giving me and then naughty images of other girls running through my head, I found myself turned on beyond belief.

In a split-second, I lost control. I grabbed her head and crammed my cock deep into her mouth, hearing her gag as I popped into her throat. Her hands clamped down on my buttcheeks as I pulled back, giving her just a moment to breathe before I thrust forward, gagging her again.

Then again.

And again.

Fucking her face, I felt her grip begin to relax as she got used to my thrusting, and she even managed to relax her throat enough to let me penetrate all the way until the base of my cock impacted against her lips. But I wasn't really concerned with her accomplishment. All I could feel was the lustful haze of pleasure.

When I closed my eyes, I remembered Claudine and envisioned her tight, teenaged body submissively kneeling before me. When I looked down, I saw Brianna's kinky lustfulness staring back at me with emerald eyes and dirty blonde hair darkened by the water. And when I heard the moan of mixed pleasure with the strain of deep-throating me, I knew it was my sister Danielle with her lips wrapped around my shaft.

I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled out, roughly standing Danielle up and spinning her around. She squealed at my forceful handling of her body, and yet she was compliant and giggling as I kicked her feet to the sides and then bent her over in front of me so that her hands were braced against the glass wall of the shower.

Without further preamble, I aimed and then shoved my cock into her twat from behind, forcing another squeal out of Danielle as I bottomed out and then began to fuck her in earnest.

"Oh, David!" she panted and tried to ram her hips back against me. Her extra power helped, but it wasn't enough for me.

I reached down and grasped both her tits in my hands, using them to help yank her body against my crotch as I banged away at my sister. This wasn't lovemaking. This wasn't tender healing or even the beautiful sharing of incestuous lust. This was the raw fucking of a hot babe.

"David! David!" she called, clearly arousing herself further by screaming my name in the throes of passion.

I didn't respond except to hammer her even harder.

At some point, our balance point shifted and we began tipping. I was thrusting so hard Danielle could barely keep herself upright against the glass wall, and eventually her arms buckled and my next thrust slammed her right up into the glass.

I staggered with her, momentarily off-balance before Danielle turned her cheek and pushed her torso up until her chest was fully pressed to the glass. Her body pulled back with me as I retreated, and I let out a satisfied chuckle as I saw the round outlines her breasts had made against the foggy glass.

So I just drove into her once again, forcing her tits to bang back into the wall, and we kept going.

Danielle came twice, I think. It might have been three times, but she was yelling so much it was hard to tell whether the one in the middle was an orgasm or just a squeal of delight when I slammed her chest into the glass again.

Either way, she was in the throes of a powerful orgasm, screaming my name at the top of her lungs when I slammed forward one final time and began hosing down her insides with my sticky cum.

"Ohhh... fill me, David. Fill me with my brother's sperm..." she moaned. "Fill me with your incestuous cum..."

I panted over her back, feeling the water beating down on us as my cock twitched repeatedly, squirting out the last few shots. Her words were admittedly a turn-on, although I wasn't worried as Danielle was now on the pill and my tadpoles were likely swimming off towards a dead-end.

Still, that knowledge didn't seem to dissuade Danielle. "Gawd I love to feel your spunk swimming around inside me."

I didn't answer except to pant for oxygen. I hugged myself to Danielle's back as she slowly stood upright, and eventually my shrinking prick slipped out of her. For a few long minutes, we simply stood there while I held her, both of us slowly coming down from our sexual high.

My stomach gurgled loudly, breaking the silence and causing both of us to laugh.

I patted my own stomach and asked, "Still have that dinner in the fridge?"

***

The very next night, after dinner, Danielle dragged me into the shower. Before we even got to the soap, she knelt before me with her head at my crotch. Reaching around to grab my ass in her hands, she looked up at me and begged, "Fuck my face again..."

***

The next night, Danielle was occupying herself with some hobby or another. I thought I was going to get a day of rest, but just as I was settling onto the couch, Cherys came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck and chest. "Hey hero..." There was a promising note in her crooning voice.

"Yeah?"

"I think my hormones are acting up again." Cherys batted her eyelashes at me. "Do you think you could help me out?"

We didn't make it back to the bedroom. The couch was comfortable enough anyways.

***

WINTER (February 2006)

I pored over the latest Sudoku puzzle in the newspaper. Every Friday they published a 'Diabolical' difficulty and today's was giving me fits.

"Hi, David."

I turned my head and smiled. "Hi, Bree."

Brianna bent and wrapped her arms around me in a hug and I reached up with one arm to hug back, just a friendly greeting. She sat down at the table beside me. "Having a tough time?"

"These damn Diabolicals... Good challenge, though."

She blushed, "I haven't done one in a long time. They always remind me of you."

My face fell. "I'm sorry..."

"No, no, it's okay. I've got enough things to keep me busy. Anyways, I was just bringing you this." She handed me a personal check.

I took it and looked at it in confusion. "What's this?"

"Your half of the security deposit. Our lease was up January 31, remember?"

"You moved out?"

"No. But I found a roommate. You know Brenda in Recruiting? Anyways, you fulfilled your financial part of the deal and now you're off the hook." She smiled. "Maybe now you'll start paying your sister rent."

"Maybe..." I shrugged. Then a new face walked into the cafeteria. I nodded in greeting and said, "Hey Vipul."

"Hey David," he said casually and then slipped his arms around Brianna from behind. "Hey baby..."

"Hi..." Brianna blushed.

I took on a weird look that pointed back and forth between the two of them. "Are you two...?"

Vipul grinned and Brianna glanced down for a moment before replying, "Three dates..." There was a nervousness in her eyes.

I smiled. "Cool."

Brianna visibly relaxed. I turned to Vipul, "You treat her right."

There was worship in Vipul's eyes as he looked at Brianna. "I'll treat her like a queen."

Brianna blushed once more and stood up. "You've got to watch the PDA when we're in the office Veep. I'll report you to HR." Still grinning she turned and walked away.

I arched an eyebrow at my coworker. Vipul was just staring after Brianna with his hand over his heart sighing in rapture. He was dating his dream girl. "That one's a wild one," I warned him.

"I know..." he said dreamily, and then followed after her.

***

Now that I wasn't paying rent on Brianna's apartment, I did offer to help Danielle and Cherys with the mortgage. Danielle just waved me off and then patted Cherys' growing belly. "You've already given us so much."

I tried to argue that sex wasn't exactly a chore for me, and the girls settled for letting me pay the utilities. And then Cherys' hormones started spiking again and she dragged us both back to the bedroom.

***

"Good lord, they're getting so sensitive!" She moaned.

"They hurt?"

"No! Sensitive good! Keep doing that, I might even be able to cum just from you sucking on my tits!" Cherys grinned happily.

Danielle took another lick at her girlfriend's hard nipple, and then turned to me. "David! Get up here and take the other one. We have to try this out!"

I picked my head out from Cherys' pussy, the lower half of my face still wet from her secretions. I crawled up the left side of my lover, careful not to put any undue weight on her belly. Then I got ready to lean down and take her swollen nipple into my mouth. But before I could do so, Danielle leaned over and licked up the side of my face, giggling as she could taste her girlfriend on me.

Cherys hefted her heavy knockers in her hands and waggled them at us. "Focus! Focus!"

Turned out, we COULD get Cherys off just by sucking on her tits. It wasn't a powerful climax, but it was a wrigglingly pleasant orgasm nonetheless. And Cherys had no sooner finished than she was tugging on my arm. "In me David! I need you in me!"

Danielle scrambled out of the way as I got myself between Cherys' legs and then with the raven-haired beauty panting and reaching out for me, I sank my cock deep into her hot snatch.

"Ohhh... THAT hit the spot..." Cherys groaned.

I had to agree. Cherys had quit sex cold turkey for a week, feeling sick and horrible and definitely NOT in the mood. I hadn't realized just how addicted I'd become to fucking her, and if it weren't for Danielle I would have gone stir crazy. As I felt Cherys' pussy now squeezing me, a tunnel that hadn't been stretched in the past week, I ruminated on how nice it was to be back.

I grinned and made my dick twitch inside of her. Cherys smiled right back and put her hands on my forearms while I began to pump into her. "Gawd I can't believe I'm soooo horny!" Cherys exclaimed.

"Well, we'd better help you get it all out of your system then," Danielle commented before turning about and straddling Cherys' face. From this position, Danielle could not only watch my shaft pistoning in and out of her girlfriend, but she could also kiss me and knead Cherys' breasts at the same time.

The three of us pulsed back and forth in a weird triangle of lust and sweat. For a while, the only sounds were moans muffled by other mouths and pussies, and the wet meaty slap of flesh on flesh.

Cherys came first, quickly followed by Danielle who toppled off and then lay panting beside her lover. The two of them rolled towards each other so they could kiss and caress, which put a new idea into my head.

Cherys complained when I pulled out of her, but stopped her bitching long enough to see what I was doing as I started maneuvering the two of them. She figured it out once I had them lying on their backs beside each other. And when I flung Cherys' leg over Danielle's and had them both do the splits, I was presented with two beautiful, shaved pussies side-by-side.

Danielle moaned happily as I entered her and leaned down to make out with my sister while groping her breasts and thrusting inside of her like a maniac. But just when she started grooving into it, I pulled out, moved to the side, and plunged into Cherys.

"Motherfucker," she hissed at me, left at the edge of climax without being able to go over.

"That's sister-fucker," I corrected. "And don't you be getting yourself off," I warned as she began to finger herself.

Cherys was just whimpering beneath me as I continued my assault. I brought her to the brink as well before exiting and re-entering Danielle.

I switched back every three minutes or so, enough to tease both girls into a frenzy without finishing myself off. But after the first half-dozen switches, I started to let them cum. Whichever girl was left alone would play with herself and also caress the body of whoever I was fucking at the time, my cock and her girlfriend triggering exquisite orgasms in the receivers.

And then, at last, I got Cherys off one more time, her back arching as she howled her climax into Danielle's open mouth. In a fluid motion I pulled out and thrust into Danielle, rapidly pounding my sister until she reached her crescendo, screaming my name and clawing my back as I filled her with my incestuous seed.

"YES!!! Fill me up baby brother!" Danielle cried out, ecstatically happy as she felt my hot cum pulsing against her inner walls as she met me with an orgasmic flow of her own.

When we were done, she held my dead weight to her, rubbing my back proudly. "Good boy..." she cooed.

I smirked in my post-coital stupor. In was an interesting dynamic fucking your older sister.

"It's really too bad you can't knock me up. I wonder what it would be like to have your baby..." Danielle rubbed my head. I just shrugged. It was a chance we couldn't take and it was a line I simply would not cross. There would just be too many awkward questions and I couldn't imagine what life would be like for that kind of kid. I personally made sure Danielle was taking her pills every day.




The Book of David Ch. 13



But just when my sister seemed to be drifting towards melancholy, I kissed her and then said softly, "Time to clean up for round 2."

Danielle's emerald eyes lit up like Christmas as she rolled me off her and then turned to straddle Cherys' face, careful to keep one hand pinching her pussy lips together. Meanwhile, I moved to the headboard to sit up and cool off. Cherys reached out and guided Danielle's thighs into position, and then she gaped her mouth open wide as Danielle released our mingled cum down into her lover's open mouth.

While Cherys was busy slurping at her snatch, Danielle then bent over onto all fours between my legs, holding my softening cock between her thumb and forefinger. And then she went down to suck me clean of our juices.

Danielle had been practicing her oral skills on me quite a bit in the past month or so. Cherys had been teaching her new techniques and then assigning Danielle "homework" for the times when she herself was fighting bouts of morning sickness or otherwise feeling like crap. That was one of the downsides to Cherys being pregnant. Sometimes she was so horny she would fuck me within an inch of my life. Other times, she felt so shitty I couldn't even touch her body without her snapping at me like she had the worst case of PMS.

Fortunately, today was one of the horny days, and once Danielle had me fully erect for another go, Cherys snagged the bottle of Astroglide out of the bedside table and then got onto all fours. "I feel like a good assfucking, David," she husked at me.

Sounded like a plan to me.

"Me, too," Danielle said shyly.

Cherys and I both snapped our heads around to her. Cherys had briefly proposed the idea a few weeks ago, but at the time, Danielle had been seized by a flashback to her rape and practically gone catatonic for an hour. We'd carefully avoided it since.

Danielle looked us both in the eye. "I want David in my ass too. I don't want that monster to have been the only one back there anymore." And with that, Danielle got onto all fours side-by-side with Cherys, their hips touching together.

I stared at two gorgeous asses, pink rosebuds winking at me enticingly. Cherys' ass was fuller and rounder, but no less firm than Danielle's more svelte figure. Just minutes before, they'd been side-by-side with pussies spread wide for me. Now I was getting a repeat from the other direction.

I coated two fingers on both hands with the lube and settled behind the girls. Danielle was a little tense, but Cherys just shivered in anticipation. Index fingers pointed out at the same time, briefly touching each anus before slipping in to a chorus of gasps from both girls.

Here I was, with my fingers up the butts of two beautiful young women. I had found heaven on earth. Or hell. Either way, it promised to be a wild ride.

Cherys was moaning by the time I pushed in the second finger, but Danielle was still tense. I was going to have to work a little harder to relax her, and I decided that I would start with my cock in Cherys first while I warmed Danielle up for the big event.

I lubed myself up and then shifted so that I was behind Cherys, grasping her hip in my left hand while my right stayed wriggling in Danielle's ass. The hard helmet of my cock pointed the way to her red star.

"Wait, not yet," Cherys broke my reverie and she moved out of position, much to my disappointment. "You should do Danielle first. And I'll help you."

With that, Cherys flopped onto her back and then snaked her way backwards until she was in a relative sixty-nine with Danielle, her head between her girlfriend's knees as she looked up into her lover's pussy. She began by pulling Danielle's hips down so she could take a slow lick along her lover's cleft, and with a low moan my sister dropped her crotch the rest of the way so that Cherys could feast upon her.

Danielle started to relax as she felt the familiar pleasure washing through her. Cherys' talented tongue knew all of Danielle's buttons, and by the time Cherys reached around to pop her own finger up Danielle's lubricated asshole, my sister was sufficiently relaxed that her anal passage provided minimal resistance to the invading digit.

Still munching on my sister's pretty pussy, Cherys swiveled her eyes to me and indicated to Danielle's ass. My sister tensed slightly when I got my hands onto her hips, but then she let out another low moan and calmed down while I brought my rod into position.

With a short thrust, I popped my head through before Danielle even realized it and clamped up, and with both of her lovers stroking her body and whispering soothing words, she was able to find the pleasure and loosen up to allow my shaft to burrow all the way into her.

When my balls were slapped up against Danielle's asscheeks, she groaned, "So fucking full..." 

Meanwhile, Cherys slipped back out far enough to give Danielle a wet upside- down kiss and then sat back up.

I couldn't believe how unbelievably tight Danielle felt. Nothing had ever been this tight, not a virgin pussy nor any other asshole I'd ever been in. It wasn't like we didn't have enough lubrication; she was certainly slippery enough. But her anal walls squeezed down so tightly on me that it took a lot of effort to push in and out of my sister's butt.

"Fuck my ass, David..." Danielle gasped, almost out of breath. "Oh gawd, fuck my ass..."

I was doing what I could and her words on fueled the lust raging in my head. Lost to the pleasure, I kept thrusting into Danielle, who tossed her hair off to one side and then reached out with one arm to pull Cherys towards her. The raven-haired beauty leaned back before Danielle, letting my dirty blonde sister tilt her head and slurp an oversensitive nipple into her mouth.

"Ouch!" Cherys squeaked. But just as quickly she said, "Bite it again!"

As I continued to pump up Danielle's asshole, she was fingering her own pussy and focusing on her lover's breasts.

Amazingly, Danielle came just a few minutes into our assfuck, her butt clamping down so hard that I simply could not move until she slackened. At the same time, she bit down harder on Cherys, causing a fresh burst of squeals from her girlfriend.

After that, Danielle just hung her head low and limply, trying to absorb my thrusts when I started up again.

This time, Cherys got onto all fours beside her girlfriend, back into her original position. I could take the hint.

I pulled out of Danielle, who gasped in mild relief and looked a little wobbly on her knees. Cherys dropped her chest to the mattress, reaching back and spreading her own asscheeks for me. I let my cock lead the way and then I was burrowing down into Cherys' anal chute.

"Oh, I love this, David," she sighed and pressed her cheek to the blankets. Once I was in, she propped herself back up onto all fours and jerking her own hips back, she slammed the last two inches in herself.

"FUCK YEAH!" Cherys exclaimed, and she immediately retracted herself and flung back, fucking her own ass around my dick.

By this point, Danielle just collapsed flat on her belly, still trembling from her orgasm and weak after what we'd just put her through. She looked at us through heavy-lidded eyes with a satisfied smile on her face, proud that she'd done it.

Cherys was too occupied to notice. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted as I reamed her asshole over and over again. And quite quickly she ramped up to a screaming orgasm, bellowing at me, "Split my fucking asshole!"

I picked up the pace and slammed her harder all throughout her climax, and only when her voice died out and her arms buckled down to her elbows did I slow down.

"I'm going to cum soon," I warned her.

Cherys panted and shook her head. "Give it to Danielle." She patted her belly directly over her womb. "I've got all the sperm I need for now."

I was about to protest that Danielle was too worn out, but as I looked over, my sister had propped her ass back up in the air, balanced on her knees, even though her chest and arms were still splayed flat on the mattress.

I pulled out and Cherys flopped onto her side, panting softly with a smile on her face. I moved back over and with careful aim and slow tenderness, slid my rock hard cock back into Danielle's dilated hole.

Danielle didn't cum again. She was simply a warm, happy body clamping her own ass muscles rhythmically with my thrusts, loosening up for me to plunge in and then squeezing me on the way back out, as if to coax out my load.

She was rewarded a short time later, when I groaned, "Oh, Danielle..."

"Fill my ass, David. Fill up your sister's butthole with your creamy jism."

That was all it took before I slammed forward a final time and let loose, spunking every drop into my sister's rectal cavity.

I finished spurting, and then Danielle's legs gave out before I could pull back. She collapsed to the bed, pulling me down with her. For a minute, I just lay with my cock still embedded in her asshole, kissing the back of her neck and her cheek while she mumbled happily.

I flopped over onto my back then as Cherys scooted over, the two of us sandwiching Danielle between us. The girls kissed lovingly while Cherys stroked her girlfriend's back. And then Danielle flipped her head around to look at me.

"We are definitely doing that again."

***

Kevin and Jen looked at me with bemused expressions. I was still watching Danielle and Cherys heading back to their car to go home.

Kevin was the first to say, "You are SUCH a man-slut."

If only he knew. The girls and I had visited Kevin and Jen for dinner, in part to announce the pregnancy. My friends hadn't seen Cherys in a couple of months and the questions had immediately begun when she'd arrived with a slight belly bump on her normally svelte figure.

Jen had a knowing smile but Kevin just about flipped out when Cherys explained, "David is the father." Even after the girls informed them that I was just a sperm donor and it was really Cherys and Danielle's baby, Kevin was still looking at me like I was some sort of sex god for scoring with Cherys. If he knew I'd been banging Danielle as well, he might have blown a gasket.

Well, everyone has their secrets. In fact, Amber was the only one who knew for certain that I'd slept with both Cherys and Danielle those years ago. E-Beth or Diane might suspect, but I was pretty sure they didn't know for sure. But after the way Danielle had been looking at me during dinner, I wondered if my friends had caught on anyways.

The girls had gone home, but I was staying to visit with my friends. For a few minutes after we sat back down and Kevin made his 'man-slut' comment, everything was quiet as Kevin and Jen kind of looked at me funny, trying to process everything. Relaxed, I just sipped my Coke and waited them out.

I only started to get nervous when Jen the psychologist asked, "How is Danielle handling this?"

"Huh?" I was trying to be noncommittal, not overreading her question.

"You slept with her girlfriend, David. From the way Cherys looks, you're STILL sleeping with her girlfriend. Is she jealous of you?"

I looked at my drink and blushed. "I don't think so," I stated confidently.

"You sure?" Kevin put in. "Danielle was giving you some weird looks. Like she was happy with the baby and all, but a little uncomfortable with the whole situation."

I shrugged. To my mind, Danielle was probably uncomfortable having to pretend like she wasn't sleeping with me as well. "We've had a lot of talks about that. They're the couple. They're the parents, although they'll let me be a part of the kid's life. But I'm just the third wheel. I provided the sperm, and..." My eyebrows went up as a slightly guilty expression spread across my face. "And well... Cherys' pregnancy can get her a little horny sometimes. I only too happy to help out."

"Dude, I KNEW it!" Kevin crowed. "Man-slut!"

I just shrugged again.

"Who else have you guys told?" Jen put in.

"No one yet. We'll make the rounds announcing it to other friends in the next few days. Cherys' coworkers have already guessed, the bump is kind of hard to hide. But they think she and Danielle went to a sperm bank and we haven't bothered to correct that assumption."

"Why didn't they? Go to a sperm bank, I mean," Jen asked.

"I don't pretend to know all the reasons. But I think it mostly had to do with the idea that they wanted a part of Danielle's genes. And I guess the fact that I'm more of a known quantity than an anonymous sperm donor helped as well."

Jen was quiet for a second. "But this could still drive them apart."

I stopped myself just as I was about to take another drink. "What?"

"Three people are inherently unstable, David. I'm not saying it can't work, but there are two couples in your house now, whether you like it or not. Danielle and Cherys, but also you and Cherys."

'Plus me and Danielle' I thought to myself.

Jen just continued. "When that baby is born, you and Cherys will always be father and mother, even if you're not 'supposed' to be a parent and Danielle is."

I waved her off. "We're not most people, Jen."

"I know, I know. That's why I'm not saying it CAN'T work. Just..." Jen sighed. She threw up her hands for a moment in frustration and then folded them over her chest stiffly. "Never mind. I should have stopped trying to figure you out years ago. I'd say that normal people aren't like this. Normal people aren't poly. But you've proven me wrong before. Last October, I thought you should move out. Instead, the girls kept you and even got you to impregnate one of them."

I shrugged. "Relax. Everything will be fine. Just be happy for us."

"I AM happy for you, David," Jen agreed.

"Dude, congratulations," Kevin chimed in.

"Just..." Jen began, looking at me furtively. "Don't steal Cherys from Danielle. She left your sister once before to go looking for her dream marriage: husband, kids, house, all that. You can't do that to your sister again."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't worry. Never going to happen."

***

SPRING (March 2006)

Giggling, Cherys patted her tummy subconsciously as she looked down at some of the baby clothes. They really were adorable, some of them trying to make babies look like fuzzy animals and some of them just scaled-down version of the latest designer fashions.

We were casually going over some stuffed animals when a particular outfit across the room caught her eye, and then Cherys grabbed my hand, pulling me after her to go check it out.

I let Cherys lead me, her happy mood infectious. But when I turned back to look for Danielle, the smile on my face evaporated. She was still back where we'd all been standing, a hurt expression on her face as she looked at me and Cherys oddly. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time I'd seen such a look on my sister's face.

I freed myself from Cherys, who paid me no mind and kept her eyes riveted to the cute clothing in front of her. I headed back to Danielle who looked up as I approached.

"You okay?"

She forced a weak smile, even though her eyes clearly reflected some concern. "I'm fine." And then she brushed past me to begin cooing over the baby clothes with her girlfriend.

***

"Hi gorgeous..." I said as I came through the door. The lethargy that had been dogging me the entire drive home evaporated as I saw Cherys. She had that pregnant woman glow that immediately picked up my spirits.

"Hi daddy..." Cherys answered as she sat up straight and moved away from the armrest.

Automatically, I went to her vacated spot and sat down in the corner of the couch, holding my arm out so that Cherys could lean back against my chest and wrap my arm around her, carefully arranging things so that my hand could come to rest on her belly. Cherys rubbed her cheek against my bicep for a moment before leaning back comfortably.

"Do you think it's strange that I'm having a baby?" she asked slowly.

I patted her belly and looked over her shoulder from behind, momentarily distracted by the wonderful view of her cleavage this position afforded me. Cherys' growing breasts were simply fascinating. "No. Why?"

"Nothing. One of the girls in the office said she thought lesbians had no real desire to give birth, like I should have adopted or something." Cherys sounded a little miffed. "It's like she thought only women who want to have sex with men would want to be pregnant or something."

I let my hand slide up from her belly to cup a breast. "Well, you do like having sex with men..."

She giggled. "I do. I do." She sighed. "I guess I'm not really a lesbian anymore."

"Well..." I went back to patting her belly. "Evidence would seem to confirm that conclusion. I think you've definitely turned bisexual."

She smiled. "Good for you..."

"Yeah, good for me..." I leaned my head forward, and Cherys met me for a tender kiss. I don't know that I could be any happier in this world.

When I finally released her, Cherys kept her eyes closed and her lips parted as she savored the feelings. "You keep kissing me like that and you may turn me straight."

"Ooh, Danielle would kill me. Here, lemme give you a more 'male' kiss." I grabbed her head and shoved my tongue down her throat.

She laughed and pulled away, playfully slapping my chest to free herself. And when we calmed down, Cherys' smile vanished as she got a serious expression on her face. She looked intently into my eyes. "Did you mean it, David?"

"Mean what?"

"That you wanted to be a part of your baby's life? Changing diapers, teaching them how to ride a bike, all that?"

"Yeah..." I smiled and felt a warm glow of my own at the thought.

"It would be a lot of work. Might cramp your single-guy lifestyle."

Another chuckle rose in my throat. "I haven't lived like a single guy in a while now. I haven't been on a date in how long? Anyways, I'm happy. I'll always want to be here to take care of you and our baby. I'll stay here with you guys forever if you'll have me."

Cherys went quiet and leaned into my embrace. I took the hint and held her a little tighter. After a long pause, she asked quietly, "Are you serious?"

"Of course."

Cherys turned and look at me intently. "Would you marry me?"

My eyes flew open and I went into momentary shock.

Cherys hurriedly tried to explain. "That wasn't a proposal. I'm not asking you to marry me right now. Good lord, I haven't thought that far ahead." She flustered for a moment and then looked back up at me. "But down the road, would you think about it?"

I wanted to say yes. Being married to my dream girl and taking care of our baby would be like heaven on Earth. But my thoughts went to her girlfriend. "Have you talked about this with Danielle?"

"Of course! We've been floating the idea back and forth for a couple of weeks. We would all live together, certainly. I love her. And I love YOU." Cherys held my hands in hers. "Think about it, it would be perfect." Her voice picked up in both pitch and speed. "If we got married, we could go into the outside world as a couple. No one would look at us weird and our baby would be treated just like all the other kids. No teasing or awkward friendships. To the outside world, we could almost be normal."

"To the outside world."

"We'd still be 'us' at home. The three of us, together always, just like the way it's been since college. It would be like a dream come true for me, the best of both worlds. My husband, my family, my two loves. And we could have even more children."

"How many do you want?"

"Three. Definitely at least two, but I want to make sure I have one of each sex."

"You HAVE thought that far ahead."

"Thought about it, yes. But I don't want to pressure you. Not yet. I know this is all very sudden. But wouldn't it be great?" She was so excited she was practically vibrating in my arms and she pecked me quickly.




The Book of David Ch. 13



I smiled. "It does sound wonderful. But I have to admit, you've surprised me. I wasn't planning on anything quite like this, and I'd have to think about it."

"Right, right." She leaned her head down to my shoulder, and we both were lost in our thoughts for a little while.

"Of course, we'll have to tell our parents that I'm pregnant very soon," Cherys said softly. "Wouldn't it be great to tell them we were engaged as well?"

My mind flashed to a vision of me and Cherys, standing at the altar dressed to perfection. Standing between us would be the cutest little boy, our son, holding up a velvet pillow with our wedding rings sparkling in the sunlight. I pictured our house with the white picket fence and the suburban lawn. Everything would be perfect. "It would be great..." I mused.

The door opened just then and Danielle walked in, her shoulders sagging after a day at work. "I'm home," she announced wearily.

Cherys opened her eyes and sat up from her position resting on my chest. My eyes similarly fluttered open and our smiles gradually came down from our pleasant daydreaming.

"Hi sweetie," Cherys said as she stood up. "What should we make for dinner?"

***

"You ready for this?" I set down my coffee cup and then reached out and squeezed Danielle's hand. We were seated at our usual Starbucks, getting a last fill-up before we started the drive home. Tonight was the night we would be telling our parents about Cherys' pregnancy.

Danielle didn't answer me right away, still staring at her own cup. But when my question finally made it into her brain, she gave me a wan smile and looked about to answer. Then suddenly, she jerked her hand out of mine and glanced around the room as if to make sure no one saw us holding hands.

"Danielle?" My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at her with concern. "You okay?"

She looked around again and then leaned towards me, dropping her voice. "You shouldn't hold my hand, David," she hissed quietly. "I don't want people to get the wrong impression."

I grinned, thinking about our lovemaking just this morning. "Don't you mean the 'right' impression?"

It was the wrong thing to say. Her face took on a pained expression and she looked away from me. Just then, Cherys came back from the restroom and sat down beside me, easily slipping her hand into mine and squeezing gently while she patted her rounded belly. "I hate you two," she said without any trace of real anger, focusing on my other hand around my coffee cup. "Good lord I miss coffee..."

"It's not like you can't have ANY. The doctor just said you have to limit your caffeine intake." I patted the top of her hand with my free one.

"Limiting means not having it unless I really HAVE to." Cherys glanced down and patted her belly again. "Besides, if I drink coffee I'll make your baby mad at me, and then your baby will make me regret it."

I chuckled. "Didn't you just get OUT of the bathroom?"

"Exactly. I drink coffee and the baby'll have me scurrying back in there with diarrhea." Cherys laughed while leaning over and kissing my lips. "C'mon, let's go."

We started getting up and looked at Danielle, who was kind of pensively glancing back and forth between us. Cherys stopped her motion first. "What?"

Danielle shook her head and then got up. "Nothing, nothing."

We headed out to the parking lot. Standard procedure was for Cherys and Danielle to sit in the backseat together so Danielle could assist Cherys if she needed anything. But when I closed my door, I realized that my sister was sitting in the passenger seat beside me.

Here, hidden from view by the rows of cars around us and specifically the gigantic SUV parked beside me, Danielle grabbed my head in her hands and laid a fat kiss on my lips.

"Mmm..." she groaned as our mouths writhed against one another. And then just as suddenly, she backed away. Opening her door again, she got out and moved around to the backseat. Once she closed shut the door, she buckled her seatbelt and muttered, "I hate you two."

While her words were identical to Cherys' previous complaint about caffeine, there was actually an annoyance in Danielle's voice when she said it.

Cherys and I glanced at each other for a second before turning our attention back to Danielle.

My sister sighed, "I'm jealous."

Jen's words about stealing Danielle's girlfriend immediately jumped into my mind. But before I could blurt out anything, my sister continued. "I'm jealous that you two can make out whenever you want. If I want to show Cherys my affection, we'll get weird stares from everyone around us. If I want to make out with David in public, I might get thrown in jail or something. It's not fair."

Cherys put her hand on Danielle's leg. "I've never cared when people stare at us, sweetie."

"And we can't get thrown in jail for making out," I told Danielle. But then I glanced at Cherys for confirmation. "Can we?"

Cherys laughed. "No... I don't think you're breaking any laws, as long as you two don't try to get legally married or have a kid."

I chuckled and started the car. "One thing at a time. For now, we have to go tell our parents that we're going to have a baby."

***

Surprisingly, Cherys' parents took the news rather well. They had been aware of Cherys' desire to have children and for years had been hoping that maternal drive would push Cherys back into a heterosexual relationship. So having her turn up pregnant wasn't the biggest surprise.

That I was the father DID surprise the heck out of them, but amazingly, Cherys' parents were especially pleased with that development. After everything we had gone through together with Ellie, her parents had always thought fondly of me. They were also impressed with the notion that I would be around to be a father figure in the child's life. Cherys' parents had worried about a child growing up with only lesbian parents. And finally, they were especially pleased with the knowledge that half of their grandchild's DNA would be from my family instead of an anonymous donor.

I think we were also helped by Cherys holding my hand the entire time, putting ideas into their heads that they may just yet see their daughter walk down the aisle at a traditional wedding. That Cherys was holding Danielle's hand right on the other side was something they'd gotten used to. Perhaps they were even subconsciously ignoring Danielle, instead daring to hope that down the road it would only be their daughter, her husband, and their grandchildren, just like they'd always dreamed.

In all, they wished us luck and made us promise to keep them involved. Cherys' mom was already making plans to move in with us for a month after the birth, an idea that had Danielle and I squirming a bit at how we would hide our illicit relationship when that time came.

Just before we left, Cherys' father came over and shook my hand. "You're a good man, David. I know you'll do what's right by my daughter."

His tone was easy and I shook his had vigorously, but he held his grip onto me for a few seconds longer. I looked in his eyes and only then realized what he was subtly asking me.

I glanced over at the girls and saw that while Cherys was just beamingly happy at getting a measure of acceptance from her parents, Danielle had caught the implications behind Cherys' dad's question.

Would I make an honest woman out of Cherys? And if so, no matter what Cherys, Danielle, and I thought we were getting into, how would marriage change our relationship?

***

After the acceptance by Cherys' parents, we assumed that Danielle's and my parents would be easy. After all, it wasn't their daughter who was pregnant.

We thought wrong. Our mom was confused when we told them the news, and our dad was downright angry. This time, when the three of us were holding hands, it was Cherys reassuring us.

"This was a bad idea, David," my dad warned me.

"Why?"

He waved at Cherys and Danielle. "You're interfering in their relationship. They've been together forever and now you're throwing a monkey wrench into everything."

I rolled my eyes. It was ironic, my parents were upset for all the same reasons Cherys' parents were happy. Cherys' parents had been thrilled that I was bringing a male element into their daughter's life and my parents were mad I was messing with a solid couple's relationship.

"It's our relationship to mess with, daddy," Danielle stated. Cherys nodded in agreement while consciously trying to let Danielle and I handle our parents.

My mom bit her lip. "But have you really thought this through? Danielle, I don't want you to get hurt."

"How would I get hurt?"

My mom looked down and then glanced at me before fixing her gaze on Cherys. "Cherys dear, do you love my son?"

The gorgeous brunette blinked several times in surprise. "Yes. I do."

Mom looked back over at Danielle. "That's all it takes." She looked away dejectedly as if the world had already come to an end. My father shook his head slowly in disapproval. They didn't have to ask if Cherys was continuing to sleep with me. We all knew.

"What?" I half-shouted in confusion. "It's not like I'm going to steal Cherys from Danielle."

"I did it," my Dad said quietly.

"Huh?" All three of us younger folk exchanged confused glances before returning our attention to Dad.

He reached out and held his wife's hand. "I stole your mom from another woman."

Danielle and I sat back, stunned at this little bit of information about our parents we had never known. Cherys, on the other hand, leaned forward in curiosity. Then the story came tumbling out.

Mom had grown up bisexual, dating boys but playing with girls. It was the sixties and lots of people were experimental. She met her girlfriend in college and they were together through their late 20s. Mom's lover was fully lesbian, but Mom herself started getting the itch for a man.

About two years after they all graduated, Mom began sleeping with Dad. He was a mutual friend from college who'd long had a crush on Mom. He knew the rules: he was there for physical pleasure, a fuck-buddy, and nothing more. Mom and her girlfriend were the couple.

But Mom wanted a family, and lesbian relationships just weren't socially acceptable in their day. She fell in love with Dad and even though he didn't intend to steal her, Mom chose him.

Mom's ex-girlfriend won't even talk to them now.

"She's your sister, David," Mom pleaded. "You don't have the choice of not speaking to each other."

"It wouldn't come to that, Mom. This is different." My voice was confident and patient. My parents just didn't understand.

"This isn't a situation like yours," Danielle put in. "For one thing, this is a different time. Cherys and I can raise the baby without the same social stigmas you would have gone through. And let me ask you guys a question: Did mom's girlfriend love Dad?"

Our parents looked at each other and Mom answered, "No."

"I love David," Danielle said clearly. There was just a slight hitch in her voice as she tried to hold back some of the emotion, but I don't think my parents noticed. "He's my brother. We understand each other."

My parents stewed on that for a bit. "Fair enough," my dad said. "It's a different world today and you are different people. I'm not saying it can't work out. It's just that three people... well, it's complicated. For now, you're just the baby's father. But in the future, will you also be Cherys' husband?"

The three of us looked at each other, gauging how much to give away. Danielle was the first to answer. "The thought had occurred."

"I'll bet Colleen would be thrilled with that," Mom muttered, referring to Cherys' mother. Then she looked up at Danielle. "And what would that make you? Third wheel?"

"What? No!" Danielle answered.

"Cherys can't be married to two separate people at the same time," Dad warned. "Attention gets divided and you and David will wind up fighting over your mutual wife." But even as he said it, Dad suddenly sat up straight and looked back and forth between me and Danielle rapidly with an awkward question in the back of his mind.

He suddenly fixed me with a very stern gaze and I could already hear the question in my head: 'Are you sleeping with your sister?'

I steeled my spine and looked at him confidently, not betraying any emotion or overreading his expression. I'd had practice deflecting Jen's inquisitive stares before. My dad would never ask that question out loud unless he really suspected something, and I didn't give away anything for him to suspect.

But then Danielle was speaking, and Dad's stare melted away. "What do you want us to do? Get an abortion?"

"No, no," Mom was fussing. She leaned across the coffee table and put her hand on Cherys' knee. "We're very happy for you, dear. You're carrying my grandchild and for that I couldn't be more pleased."

Dad nodded his agreement to Cherys, which visibly relaxed her. Then Dad sighed and looked at me. "What you've done for your sister and Cherys is very special, and I trust that you won't shirk your responsibilities as a father. All I ask is that you think about the consequences of your actions." He looked at all three of us.

Then Mom fixed her attention on Cherys, causing her to start squirming nervously again. "It may seem a romantic notion to be married with a husband and children and all that, Cherys. But we can't always have everything we want." My mom choked up at the memory of her lost love.

And then Dad's gaze swept over to take in all three of us. "Before you get married, think about how it will change your lives. And you said it yourselves, we live in a different world. Even if the law won't let Cherys and Danielle be married officially, you know in your hearts what commitment you have together."

He looked over at me. "And David, take some advice from someone who has been there. No matter how pure your intentions, every moment you have with Cherys is a moment she's not having with Danielle. Don't go too far."

***

That night, the three of us lay in bed together. Cherys was in the middle, Danielle facing her as they caressed softly while lost in their own thoughts. I was doing some thinking myself as I spooned behind Cherys, my hand idly stroking her thigh.

We spoke quietly in the night, promising each other to never be jealous, promising that our mutual love would be eternal. So what if it hadn't worked out for our parents? They were different people, and Mom's ex-girlfriend and Dad didn't have the kind of relationship Danielle and I had. We were different. We could make it work.

We promised we would be together forever.

But things don't always work out the way you plan.

***

SPRING (April 2006)

"This is SO frustrating!" Danielle gave up trying to contort her body into the awkward position. "Promise me you'll never get this fat unless you're pregnant again. We can't sixty-nine with your belly in the way!"

Cherys giggled and sat up, rubbing her rounded belly and apologizing. I leaned against the doorframe to our bedroom, surveying the two beautiful women. While they had stripped themselves naked below the waist, both hadn't yet bothered to remove their bras.

"Ladies, why don't you come out here. Cherys can take care of Danielle and I'll make sure Cherys' other end is well-occupied."

The girls looked at each other and Danielle commented, "Well, I guess having a man CAN be useful for something..."

Cherys looked thoughtful for a moment, answering to Danielle, "You go out there first. I'll be right out in a minute."

It actually took three minutes before Cherys joined us. Meanwhile, Danielle was seated on the couch with her legs spread wide, slipping her own hands into the cups of her bra while I knelt on the floor, cramming my tongue as deeply into my sister's snatch as I could possibly go.

"Oh, David..." Danielle crooned with her other hand on my head, guiding me with a firm grip.

"I can take over now," Cherys' voice sounded off behind me. I gave one long lick from base to the top of my sister's slit, causing her to tremble in pleasure, and then I backed away. Cherys was quick to take my place, and Danielle grinned as she compared the different oral techniques.

"Ooh, cherie... I am in LOVE with your tongue..." My sister moaned.

Presently, Cherys had herself perched on all fours, her nicely padded ass waving in my direction. She'd put on some weight around her hips as expected with the pregnancy, but that just made her fleshy jiggliness all the more pleasing to my hands.

At first, I knelt behind Cherys, my tongue paving the way to make sure her juices were flowing satisfactorily. And once I was satisfied, I settled in behind her and guided my shaft into her wet folds.

Cherys groaned as I pushed into her, and then she went back to munching on her girlfriend. For a few minutes, there were no sounds save for pleasurable whimpers and the rhythmic slapping of my hips against Cherys' buttcheeks.

That relative silence changed when I dug my right thumb into Cherys' winking rosebud and I felt the digit easily slip inside. Cherys gasped at the new penetration and I gasped in realization: Cherys had lubed her asshole before coming out to the living room.

Well, I wasn't about to pass up an invitation like that.

Cherys was just bringing Danielle to a wriggling climax when I pushed my left thumb into her anus to join with my right. And as I heard my sister squealing her release, I pulled Cherys' butthole open with my thumbs, exited her pussy, and then rammed my cock forward into her ass.

Cherys' wail joined with Danielle's, and my own growl joined the vocal cacophony as I shoved inch after inch into Cherys' lubed rectum. And once I hit bottom, with my short and curlies rubbing against her asscheeks, Cherys pulled her head up and grunted, "FUCK I wasn't expecting you to do it that fast."

"Wish I'd taken my time?" I asked, wriggling my cock in her ass.

"Hell no! That was great! I just wasn't expecting it, that's all." And with that, Cherys pushed back with her hips, directing me to start pumping.

Meanwhile, Danielle slipped off the couch and sat on the floor beside her girlfriend, turning Cherys' head to hers so they could kiss. Danielle deftly unsnapped Cherys' bra and helped her remove it.

Then Danielle lay down on her back perpendicular to us, allowing her to reach Cherys' pendulous breasts with her mouth and hands.

"Mmm... suck my tits, sweetie. Ohhh they're so sensitive!" Cherys moaned. "Mmm... Fuck my ass, David! Don't you just love how tight my ass is for you? Plow my shitter, you fucking stud!"

Together, my sister and I tag teamed our lover. I reached my hand around to strum Cherys' clit while I pistoned my cock in and out of her tight anus. Danielle turned her head so she could spar tongues with Cherys and simultaneously pinch and fondle the gorgeous brunette's titties.

The sensations were just too much for Cherys to handle. In short order, her back tensed up and she arched it, bowing her spine downwards while shoving her breast into Danielle's mouth and pressing her ass back against my invading rod. And when she came, instead of an ecstatic release, she just kind of let out a strangled moan, tears streaming down her face as her whole body vibrated.

Her ass muscles also clamped down tighter than anything, an incredible friction that slowed down my reaming of her bunghole and pushed me over the edge as well.

For a brief moment, the air seemed to still around us, like a vacuum absent of any noise. And then we blew. Cherys finally gasped her release as she dumped a load of girlcum out of her pussy to start dribbling down her leg. Her chest shuddered as she let out a long breath. And her hips twitched even as I was pouring out my cum into the depths of her bowels.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh..." I grunted as I spurted away, my voice joined by Cherys' "muuuuuhhhhhh" as her limbs gave way.




The Book of David Ch. 13



Then, the only sound was Danielle laughing and struggling to get the dead weight of Cherys' chest off of her face.

Exhausted or not, Cherys' maternal instincts kicked in right away and she rolled onto her side to avoid laying flat on her belly. The sudden rocking motion to the side dislodged my cock from her ass and I flopped onto my back, panting heavily.

By the time I caught my breath, Danielle was beside me with a wet washcloth. Without caution, she reached down and started cleaning me off, her hand moving back and forth in a wraparound scrubbing motion. It felt good, and despite having just cum, I could feel myself starting to stiffen up again.

I looked at Danielle with a grateful smile on my face and sudden memory came back to me. The first time Danielle had done this for me was immediately after I took Ellie's anal cherry. Then, Danielle had freaked out after realizing she'd been so intimate with me, her little brother. But today was a different story.

Danielle felt my hardening in her hand, and after a few minutes her scrubbing motion turned into more of a jacking off motion. I looked into her vermillion eyes and saw that she remembered as well.

I was seated upright on the floor with my back against the couch. And when Danielle took the washcloth away, my new erection was pointing to the ceiling. We communicated with nothing but our eyes, but Danielle got the message and with a little smile, she straddled my hips and guided my cock into her pussy, sitting down until I was fully embedded inside my sister.

But just as we were about to get rocking and rolling, Cherys' moan shook us out of our reverie. "David..."

I turned my head. "Ugh, your baby is hurting my back."

More likely, our slightly too aggressive assfuck had hurt her back. I sighed, seeing Cherys in pain and immediately started to feel my cock deflating, no matter how heavenly Danielle's pussy felt.

"And my hips, they've been bugging me for weeks," Cherys bitched.

At first, Danielle looked at Cherys with an are-you-kidding-me expression. I was already buried in her twat and she was ready to go and her girlfriend was cockblocking her. But the look passed. What could we do? Cherys was pregnant and in pain.

"I'll make it up to you," I promised Danielle. She nodded with understanding, even if there was some annoyance. After lifting Danielle off my cock, I lifted Cherys onto the couch and began to massage her aching muscles.

Danielle looked at the two of us with a strange expression on her face, conflicting emotions running through her eyes. And then without another word, she turned and left the room.

***

"Mmm, that smells good..." Cherys circled her head above the plate like a bird of prey readying itself for the kill. "I feel like I could eat the whole cow."

"That's because you look like a cow," I drawled, then braced myself.

Right on time, Cherys' arm whizzed out and slapped my shoulder. "Jerk..."

I grinned and glanced at Danielle, who was still slightly sulky. Not even that little crack could lighten her mood. "Headache still bugging you?" I asked.

"Yeah..." Danielle pushed her fork around her lemon chicken. "I still don't see why we couldn't go out for sushi like I wanted."

Cherys took on her imperiously annoyed tone. "C'mon, could you really do that to me? It's not fair that I can't have sushi or drink alcohol or all these things and it would KILL me to watch you guys enjoying those things when I can't participate."

Danielle rolled her eyes. "YOU wanted to have a baby. And it was okay for us to drink in front of you last week."

Cherys looked hurt. "That was last week. This is now. Please?"

"Fine, fine." Danielle went back to pushing her food around her plate like a bored teenager.

My eyeballs clicked as they went back and forth between the girls. I kept my mouth shut and tried to be invisible, lest I invite the wrath of one or both of them. The timing couldn't have been much worse. Danielle was obviously PMSing and Cherys had been subject to wild mood swings for the past few weeks.

As if to punctuate those thoughts, Cherys' mood turned on a dime from sullen to perky as she speared a piece of medium-well steak with one hand and squeezed me with her other hand. Danielle saw our hands intertwining and she glared at me as if I had done something new to piss her off.

But before I could react, a new voice broke in. "Aww... aren't you the cutest couple?" 

We looked up to see a middle-aged woman, her husband and three kids following the hostess to their table nearby. Cherys was just beaming as the woman approached and held her hand towards Cherys' belly, waiting for the approving nod before she reached down and rubbed Cherys' tummy. "When are you due?"

Cherys squeezed my hand again and replied, "Early September."

"Do you know if it will be a boy or girl?"

Cherys shook her head. "We'll find out in two weeks."

The woman lovingly caressed Cherys' belly. "Well boy or girl, you'll have a strong, healthy baby for sure."

Cherys grinned. "I hope so."

The woman then turned to me and pointed her finger. "You take care of her, you hear?"

"I will," I smiled confidently. And then the woman went on.

I glanced over at Danielle. From the look on her face, my sister's mood had not improved.

***

One of the reason's we'd gone out for dinner was because Danielle's job had her flying out the next day. She would be doing presentations at some bigwig conference and wouldn't return home until Saturday.

The day I dropped her off at the airport, Cherys' hormones started kicking up again and we wound up screwing like bunnies from the moment I came home from work.

By the time we came up for air, we each found we had three missed calls from Danielle. Nothing serious, she'd just arrived and wanted to let us know that she was safe. But she wasn't too happy we'd not been picking up our phones.

The next day Cherys sucked me for half an hour, keeping me on edge until I finally blew a massive load all over her round belly at her kinky request while she rubbed the hot jism into her skin. The day after that, I completed the trifecta in one session: cumming in Cherys' mouth in the living room, in her pussy in the kitchen, and her ass in the bedroom.

By the time Saturday rolled around we were rather fucked out. And with the free weekend time Cherys and I decided to go for a walk around a nearby lakeside park.

"Such a beautiful day today," Cherys glowed as we padded slowly down the sidewalk. A flock of mottled ducks and even the occasional big geese were puttering around the grass where little children were running about throwing bread pieces in every direction.

A couple of teenagers on bicycles whizzed by us at hypersonic speed, and Cherys squeezed my hand tighter and clutched to my side in surprise. But even when the bikes were gone, she stayed in close to me. I didn't mind; the warmth of her touch felt really good.

As we continued walking, we passed a little family having a picnic beneath the shade of a big tree. Mom was unpacking the sandwiches while a little girl scrambled around Daddy's lap. A toddler boy ran in circles around the picnic blanket, holding a toy airplane in his hand and making blubbering buzzing noises with his lips.

Cherys squeezed my hand momentarily and nodded in their direction, a smile coming onto both our faces. And in that moment, I felt absolutely complete and whole in my life. Here I was, with the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen or could imagine. She was in love with me and she was carrying my child. I saw in her eyes the desire to be just like the family on the picnic blanket.

We could be together forever, raising our family. Everything was perfect.

But as we kept walking, a flash of white to my left caught my attention and I realized that everything was not perfect, not yet at least. Cherys saw it as well and let out an adorable "Aww..." while fluttering her free hand over her chest.

Someone was having a wedding in the park.

A white lattice arch had been erected with a picturesque view of the lake. Rows of white folding chairs were arrayed for about forty people, with a long white cloth runner and vibrantly-colored flowers everywhere. The bride and groom were currently holding hands and stared lovingly into each other's eyes while the minister mumbled his speech out of range of our hearing.

Cherys and I slowed our walk down to a virtual crawl and I nodded in the direction of the wedding. "Is that how you always pictured it?"

"Something like that," Cherys answered softly. "When I was little, I always wanted the church wedding. You know, the vaulted ceiling and the dark wooden pews and the elevated stage. But yeah, when I grew up, I wanted the outdoor wedding."

"With a beautiful view of the water?"

Cherys giggled. "Yes, but not a lake. Lately, I've been thinking of a beach wedding."

"Beach?"

"You know. You, me, Danielle, with just a few friends and family. We fly off to some tropical destination and we're all barefoot in the sand."

I pictured it and smiled. "Sunset or midday?"

"Sunset," came her quick answer.

"Archway and the white folding chairs?"

"Yes. And the white runner."

"Wedding gown or string bikini?" I grinned.

Cherys slapped my shoulder again. "Neither!"

"Ooh, naked..."

A moment later I was rubbing my shoulder where she'd slapped me... again. "Perhaps I should switch sides before you bruise this arm. I'll let you smack the other one."

Cherys laughed again. "White dress, but short and summery. Flowers in my hair." She sighed and by now we had passed the wedding ceremony and were continuing our circle around the lake. "And I want all three of us exchanging our vows. I mean it ALL THREE OF US. You and I might be the only ones who can do it on paper, but I want us together for the ceremony."

I nodded. "Does that mean our parents will know about Danielle and me?"

"Maybe. We need to talk about it. But we have time."

"What?" I was a little surprised. "You're not in any hurry to make this all come true just yet?"

"Oh, I want to get married alright. But I don't want my wedding photos to be with this... *basketball*... sitting on my waist." She patted herself. "No offense, baby," she mumbled to her belly.

We walked along for a bit. I paused and asked, "Do you think Danielle will go along with all these ideas?"

Cherys shrugged. "I think so. She isn't nearly as picky about wedding stuff as I am. I don't think she ever expected to get married."

I nodded and we walked on. We would circle all the way back to my car in another ten minutes and then it was off to pick up Danielle from the airport.

I sighed. "I'm worried about Dani. She's been really down lately."

Cherys nodded. "I know, I see it too. But some of it's just PMS. She always gets cranky at that time of the month."

"Not like this past one."

Cherys waggled her head. "True. But her job has also been a lot harder than usual. This trip has really been stressing her out. Relax, David. Give it time. Once her period's done she'll be right back to normal." Cherys squeezed my hand again and looked up at me. "Give her a good shagging. That always cheers me up."

"I hope you're right."

***

It turned out that Danielle's flight was delayed for three hours. By the time she landed at the airport, she was in a foul mood. And to make matters worse, she was still in the early stages of her period and she was cramping badly.

I tried to be as supportive as possible. Soon, everything would be back to normal, right?

***

SPRING (May 2006)

"David! David! Bite them!"

I bit my teeth down on her nipple, sending Cherys into orbit.

"Fuuuuuck!" her body trembled, her mouth open as she groaned over my shoulder, the orgasm quaking through her. Meanwhile, my hands were clamped onto her hips, now rather more padded than usual and providing easy handholds as I pulled her down to my crotch while my cock spit out wad after wad of cum into her already saturated pussy.

When we were done, Cherys grinned at me weakly and then set her cheek down on my shoulder, panting softly. I stroked her naked back and reveled in the delight of holding her in my arms.

After we caught our breath, Cherys turned and kissed me before sitting up straight. "Better enjoy that while you can. Soon, the only ways you'll be able to fuck me is doggy-style or with me on top."

I let my hand drift down to palm her ass. "What, like that's a bad thing?"

"Yeah. Because then you won't be able to get your teeth onto these things." She leaned forward and rubbed her swollen tits into my face, clearly the biggest breasts I'd ever seen and only getting bigger.

"The horror!"

Danielle's voice cut in. "Are you trying to knock her up with twins now?"

We both turned our heads to see my sister leaning against the wall, fully clad in her pajamas. It was still early on this Saturday morning and Cherys and I had gone out to the living room to avoid disturbing my sister.

"I'm sorry sweetie," Cherys said. "Did we wake you?"

Danielle just kind of rolled her eyes and waved us off, grimacing and rubbing her own temples.

"Still have the headache?" I asked.

Danielle frowned and nodded, and my heart went out to her. Between her recent bouts of melancholy and the headaches she blamed on work-related stress, I was starting to get really worried. When people claimed headaches for weeks on end they either had migraines or there was something else really wrong.

Cherys looked down at our joining, where I was slowly going limp inside of her. She elevated until I fell out, followed by some of our leaked cum. She grabbed some tissues and her robe and then went to clean herself up.

When she returned, Cherys touched Danielle's arm. "Come on sweetie, let me rock you back to sleep."

Danielle looked at her lover for a moment and then biting her lip, she shook her head. "You go ahead. I want to talk to my brother for a minute."

Cherys looked at me, then shrugged. She headed back to our bedroom while Danielle came to join me on the couch. She didn't even notice my nakedness as I tidied myself up and then wriggled back into my pajamas.

"How many times was that this week?" Danielle asked while I was pulling my shirt over my head.

"Hmm?" I didn't understand.

"How many times have you had sex with Cherys this week?"

"Oh, I don't know. Every night. And a couple of mornings. You were there for a few of them. You know pregnant women really do get hornier."

"It's not fair," Danielle pouted.

I looked at her oddly. "Huh?"

"I've been on my period all week," my sister complained. "You think it's hard for Cherys to watch me eat sushi when she can't? How hard to you think it is for me to hear you two fucking like rabbits when I can't?"

I smirked, remembering the many, many years I listened to the two of them screwing each other through the bedroom wall. "Your period never stopped you before. You had to keep your panties on but you were always happy to join in, and you did join us what, three times this week?"

"Three times I've been with both of you. That means you and her were alone together at least what, ten times? But for me? Zero times alone with Cherys. I've tried to initiate when it's just us two, but she doesn't want it," Danielle spat.

"What?"

Danielle took on a pained expression. "She hasn't been alone with me once this week. Not once. Even the two times you were out with Kevin and Jen, she always wanted to wait for you to come home." My sister looked at me with venom in her eyes. "But if I wasn't in the mood, or I was asleep, or whatever, the two of you could sneak off and fuck each other's brains out without even worrying about me."

"What are you saying?"

"Dad was right." Danielle looked at me with cold fire in her eyes. "You're stealing my girlfriend from me."

"I am not," I laughed that off. "Danielle, Cherys has always loved you. I'm just a convenient dick right now when she gets the urge."

"Convenient dick? What's with all these marriage plans? That sounds a little more permanent than 'convenient dick'."

"Danielle, I never committed to anything. And besides, all that talk was about a three-person marriage. Her, me, AND you."

"It's funny how you put it that way," Danielle snapped.

"What way?" I was starting to get frustrated. My sister was making a big deal out of nothing.

"Her, you... and oh, yeah, let's just throw in Danielle like a cherry on top. *You* would be the married couple. *I'd* just be along for the ride. That's not how it was supposed to work David. This baby was supposed to be mine and Cherys'. How did I end up the third wheel?"

"You're not!" I blurted automatically.

"Really? Whenever we're at a restaurant, its you and her holding hands like a billion other couples in this world. Nobody blinks because you're a guy and she's a girl. She used to hold my hand, David. We got weird looks but we loved each other and it didn't matter. Ever since she got pregnant, its like I don't exist outside of this house."

"Now Danielle, I think you're overblowing this."

"I am not!" She was screaming by now, and in the corner of my eye I saw Cherys creeping into view down the hallway. I glanced over for only a moment, but Danielle caught it.

With flaming rage she spun and shouted at Cherys, "YOU FUCKING SLUT!!!"

Cherys looked visibly shaken by her girlfriend's rage. But in a calm voice and with her hands palms out soothingly, she managed to say, "Dani, you don't mean that."

"The fuck I don't! You're cheating on me! With my own brother!"

"Dani, we've both been sleeping with-"

"I'm not talking sex!" My sister interrupted, and then like a marionette with its strings cut, she suddenly sank to her knees on the floor.

For a few seconds, she just knelt there with her shoulders hunched and her head down, shaking so hard she couldn't even cry. And then in a quiet voice of despair, she wailed, "You love him more than you love me."

Cherys crossed the room quickly and dropped to the floor beside her girlfriend. And then Danielle looked up through tear-stained eyes at the love of her life. "I'm jealous, Cherys. At first, I was just jealous because you two could be so affectionate in public. I wished I could be affectionate with ONE of you in public. But lately, I'm jealous BECAUSE you're affectionate with each other, period." 

Danielle turned her cold green gaze on me. "She's supposed to be MY girlfriend, not yours."

I wanted to deny what she was saying. But the more I thought about it, the more I could see it from her point of view. "Dani, I... we..." I looked at Cherys, who had the same bewildered expression on her face. "We never intended..."

"Intentions or not, you're stealing Cherys away from me." Danielle spat coldly.

***

After another twenty minutes of Danielle venting her frustrations, she finally stood up on shaky legs and went into the bedroom, leaving Cherys and I in the living room looking utterly defeated.

Danielle was right. I loved her as a sister, and I immensely enjoyed the physical pleasure we brought to each other, but I never thought of her like a wife. In all the scenarios I pictured for our future, I was Cherys' husband and Danielle was along for the ride.

I couldn't pretend to know what Cherys was thinking. But from the expression on her face, it was clear that she felt a good bit of guilt over me and over her neglect of Danielle over the past few months.

No matter how I tried to spin it in my head, defend it to myself, one thing was abundantly clear: I was pulling Cherys away from Danielle. This had all started with me being the third wheel in their relationship. Just like my dad before me, I was around for the sex and I wasn't complaining about that role. But the longer we spent together, the more I fell in love with the dream of being with Cherys and the more I made Cherys fall in love with me.




The Book of David Ch. 13



It wasn't right. She didn't belong to me. She belonged to my sister. And so right then and there, I asked myself, did I love Cherys enough to take her away?

And right there, I had my answer. I still saw it as STEALING Cherys away from who she truly belonged with: Danielle. I loved Cherys. I loved her as a person, and I would have been perfectly happy with her as my wife. But in a way, I still loved the dream more than whatever reality may have been. Cherys had always been my fantasy, and the idea of growing old with her held a lot of appeal. But as happy as we were together, I didn't feel in my gut that she was my soul mate. She was Danielle's.

But now, even if I wanted to let go of her, did I even have the choice anymore?

While my morals demanded that I let go of Cherys, some bridges cannot be uncrossed. We'd touched each other's hearts and I'd already changed her relationship with Danielle forever. They could never go back to being exactly the same way as before. And it wasn't entirely up to me where Cherys and I would go from here.

As if on cue, Cherys looked up at me, her eyes a stormy violet that peered through the thin, black veil of her bangs, hanging in her face. "What should I do?"

It hurt, but it was the right thing to do. "Go to her. You belong with her, Cherys."

Her voice cracked, "What about us?" There was a deep longing in her voice, deeper than just the love we shared. If she gave me up, she would be giving up her dreams of an ideal family.

"I'll always be there to take care of you and our baby. I promised, and I love you." I closed my eyes, fighting back my own tears. Cherys could still have the children and the picket fence, but there would be no husband. There would be no wedding. There would be no Cherys and David. Very soon, I would be alone once again.

Suddenly, she was beside me, holding my head in her hands. "Oh, no," I pleaded. My emotions were too fragile right now, my sanity hanging by a thread. But Cherys didn't stop, she tilted my head back and our mouths met in a kiss of passion and fire and all the beautiful things that we could have been but would never be.

And just as soon as it started, it was over. Cherys sniffled and then stood up, turning away and walking down the hall towards Danielle, and away from me. Our decisions had been made.

***

It seemed like I sat there for hours, oblivious to the world. We wouldn't ever be able to go back to the way things were, but the love Cherys, Danielle, and I shared would endure in some form or another. I still had my family, my friends, and my work. Life would go on. But for right now, I really just wanted to sit there and cry.

All around me were the shattered pieces of my heart, and with slow deep breaths, I reached around me and picked them back up. It would take time to piece them together again. It would take time before I was whole. But I didn't have any other choice but to try. After all, it wasn't the first time my heart had been broken.

And for a brief moment, I looked out the window to see the morning sunshine and white clouds amidst a clear blue sky. I wondered where Amber was right now.

But then I was back to my depression, focusing on the simple task of breathing. 'Keep breathing,' I told myself. 'In... out... breathe... and your life will go on...'

It was in this state of mind that I awoke to hear the doorbell ringing. I closed my eyes and willed it to go away. But when the bell rang again, I let out a long sigh and like a zombie, rose and headed for the door. If nothing else, Cherys and Danielle were sure to have a very intense conversation and I didn't want them being disturbed.

I went to the peephole and looked out. 

Oh, *HELL*...

What I saw threatened to shatter what little sanity I had left, fragile as it was. I really wasn't in any state to deal with this right now, and yet my body moved automatically to flip the lock and then pull down on the door handle.

As I swung the door open, I gazed down at the tall blonde, an exceedingly beautiful woman with sky blue eyes and a Barbie doll body. A hopeful smile crossed her face as she looked at me. I hadn't seen or heard from her in three years.

Amber took a deep breath and giggled with a nervous smile, "What the hell are YOU looking at?"

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 14



The Book of David Ch. 14



***

CHAPTER 14: Resolution

***

SPRING (May 2006)

"What the hell are YOU looking at?"

My eyebrows furrowed and I felt a massive headache coming on. I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, the seconds ticking by as the air whistled out between my lips. Sensing that her joking greeting had not gone over as planned, Amber fidgeted and bit her lower lip.

But even when I was done exhaling, I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. I WAS, however, looking the hell at her. Three years had been very kind to Amber. She'd grown in maturity and poise without losing any of her youthful beauty. Her blue eyes were bright and sharp with intelligence. Her fine blonde hair was perfectly coiffed. She stood before me wearing a long-sleeved, ribbed V-neck sweater and tight designer jeans over black heels. The sleeves highlighted her long, slender arms. The V-neck showed off her wonderfully enticing cleavage. And then hem of the sweater was short enough to reveal a wide expanse of creamy skin, with a toned belly that would be the envy of any teenager. I saw the hint of a thong peeking above the waist of her jeans, stirring up old memories. I let my eyes drop down and truly take her in, and for a moment, she posed prettily for my viewing pleasure.

Amber was gorgeous. Three years without seeing her had altered my memories until I'd transformed her physical appearance into that of an angel descended from the heavens. The reality of her actual beauty was no disappointment. I wanted to reach out, press my lips to hers, and never let go until we had ravished each other into exhaustion.

And yet, I wasn't her boyfriend anymore. We'd broken up, and we'd moved on. And I was so shocked at seeing her again that I couldn't move.

We kind of looked at each in the awkward silence, and when Amber realized I wasn't going to say anything she cleared her throat and looked at me nervously. "Uh, how are you?"

I shrugged silently.

She seemed pained to know that I wasn't talking to her just yet, but at least I wasn't completely ignoring her. With her eyebrows canted to the sides in a pleading expression, she asked, "Can I come in?"

I glanced back inside the house to the bedroom where Cherys and Danielle were undoubtedly in the middle of a very intense conversation. Looking back at Amber I slowly shook my head in the negative.

Her face fell and she half-turned away in rejection. But I interrupted her by saying, "Let's go for a walk."

Stunned, Amber simply waited in silence as I retrieved my keys and shoes to go out. A minute later, I locked up and then started walking down the sidewalk, not even waiting for her.

At the curb was a big black Mercedes S-class, not Amber's style. She'd probably borrowed the car from her parents. It was a subtle reminder that she didn't live here anymore. She'd left me to pursue her dream.

I walked forward at a slow enough pace that Amber quickly caught up to me. It was all I could do to not turn and embrace her in the strongest, tightest hug I could possibly manage. Three years ago she'd gone off to Stanford and medical school. Three years she'd made love to me in OUR home, then immediately flown away and never looked back.

For three years, I never got a single phone call, email, text message, or even a personal message passed along from a friend. Nothing. Zero. Zilch. I should have hated her for it.

Instead, all I wanted to do was throw her onto the grass and kiss her like we'd been separated for only two days and I'd been missing my girlfriend. But I was still angry with her. Amber had abandoned me. Who was she to think that she could leave me when convenient and then just show up on my doorstep as if nothing had ever happened between us? Did she really think she could ignore my phone calls and emails and letters for three years, and then just return and have me back?

I think I actually felt my brain *pinch*.

She could. She could have me back. I loved her. I still loved her. Amber could have shown up at my wedding to Cherys and I would have left it all behind for her.

For Amber...

I missed her so much...

If I just looked at her, saw her beautiful face again, I would forgive her everything and fall into her arms if SHE would only take ME back.

So I couldn't look at her.

It would be too easy. I would be giving up too much of myself. My brain tried to tell me that I deserved better than that. And besides, I was still too fractured emotionally after being put through the ringer by Danielle and Cherys. I was vulnerable and irrational. If I was still in a relationship with Cherys and Danielle right now, how would I have reacted at seeing Amber again?

I guess now I would never know. All I had was how I felt in this moment, which was a painful mix of two urges: one, to madly embrace her in a rush of passion; and two, to shut her away and never speak with her again. I couldn't decide which I wanted more.

Amber made my decision for me by slipping her hand into mine. Her touch was warm, reassuring. And when her fingers squeezed down, I turned and looked into her sky blue eyes, so luminous and liquid. I could see her own longing in her eyes, and before I could even blink I'd brought my face to hers and pressed our lips together, holding her head in my hands and kissing her like the world was about to end.

An ecstatic cry of happiness welled up in Amber's throat as our lips lashed one another and our tongues intertwined. But a moment later, I tore myself away and turned around, sagging to the ground on one knee and pressing my palms to my own temples in an attempt to crush my own head and end my misery.

I couldn't take it. My mind was scrambling in a dozen different directions at once. Yes-Amber, No-Amber, Cherys, Danielle, pregnancy, single-life, and on and on and on. I'd pushed myself to the brink of insanity too many times in the past hour and finally I was about to crack. My eyes were wide in terror and I screamed, unable to make sense of it anymore.

And then Amber's arms were around me as she urgently exclaimed, "David? David?" in a frightened tone.

All I could do was scream again as loud as I possibly could, the sound tearing out of my throat like a banshee out of hell. I couldn't take it anymore.

Amber didn't know what was going on, and yet she held me tightly and rocked me like a baby, her lips to the back of my head and her hands stroking everywhere.

The next thing I knew, I was standing before my front door, my arm draped around Amber's shoulders while she alternately rang the doorbell and dug through my pockets to try and fish out my keys.

After three attempts on the doorbell and two attempts with the wrong key, the door swung open. Both Cherys and Danielle were standing there, Cherys with one hand over her mouth in surprise and Danielle glancing back and forth between me and Amber.

"Amber?" Danielle said in surprise. "David?"

My world was a grey haze. I couldn't focus and I really didn't care. At this moment, all I really wanted was to be asleep and make the rest of the world go away.

Cherys was asking, "David? Are you okay?"

Amber by now had shifted her balance to better support me. "He's in shock. Can we get him inside?"

A minute later I was laying flat on the couch and a blanket was thrown over me. Someone slid a pillow beneath my legs. This was better. Much more comfortable and I was feeling warmer.

"He's catatonic," Cherys asked in grave concern, passing her hand over my eyes slowly. My gaze was straight up and I didn't really look around. "Do you think he can hear us?"

Amber sighed. "I'm pretty sure he can hear and see us. He's just not responding."

I felt a warmth near my face and then Cherys was kissing my cheek. "I love you, David."

Danielle's hands were on my arm. "His skin is clammy. And his pulse is weak."

Amber replied, "Normal signs of shock. Just give it time, he'll come around as long as we keep him warm." Amber's voice quivered at the end of that, and then I heard her quietly begin to cry as the immediate medical emergency faded and her emotions settled in.

"Amber? Are you okay?" Danielle asked.

Amber let out a shivering sigh and then said, "Yeah, I'll be fine. I knew he'd be surprised to see me, just not THIS surprised."

Danielle said quietly, "It's been kind of an intense morning. Your arrival was probably just the final blow." She exhaled loudly and then looked up. "What ARE you doing here?"

There was a quiet pause as Amber gathered herself. "I had to come home. I had to see him. I never planned for THIS to happen to him."

"What happened out there?" Danielle asked, accusing anger creeping into her voice.

"We went for a walk. One minute we were trying to figure out what to say to each other and the next he was kissing me." Amber paused to take a breath. "The next moment he was holding his head and screaming without restraint. Then he went into shock."

Everyone went quiet for a few seconds, and then Cherys piped up, "Remind me never to kiss you."

Danielle snorted, and the mood in the room lightened up considerably.

I felt a hand settle onto my forehead and another go to my throat. Amber sounded relieved as she said, "His pulse is slowing down and he's breathing easier."

Danielle commented, "His color is coming back."

Cherys sighed happily. "He's going to be alright." I felt a new hand on my arm, stroking me lovingly. When it was gone, I heard Cherys ask, "So when did you get back in town?"

"Late last night," Amber replied. "I could barely wait until a decent hour to come here this morning."

Danielle's voice came softly and yet had a strong undercurrent of protectiveness in it. "And what are your intentions towards my little brother?"

I heard Cherys inhale sharply and Amber hesitated before answering. But after a while, she said simply, "I want him back. I know it's terribly selfish of me, but I want him back. I transferred to the University here. I want to be with him."

Danielle's voice came back confused. "But you only had one year of school left at Stanford!"

"Yeah," Amber sighed. "But I want to be with him."

Cherys sighed. "That may be complicated. A lot has changed since you left."

"I can see that. You, for one thing. When are you due?"

"Early August."

"Did you two go to a sperm bank or...?"

"You didn't know?" Cherys asked in confusion.

"We... we haven't really kept in touch. And E-Beth won't talk to me about anything having to do with David. It's complicated."

"David's the father," Cherys said plainly.

Amber gasped. It was right about then that I started to blink. But the girls were occupied enough that they didn't notice.

"I see," Amber's voice fell, realizing the extent of my relationship with Cherys. "Well, I guess I'll be going then," she said dejectedly as I heard her gathering her things. From the tone in her voice, Amber sounded practically suicidal.

"No, it's not like that," Cherys interrupted. "Well, not anymore."

By now I turned my head just in time to see Cherys slide her hand into Danielle's and stare at her lovingly. "The baby is mine and Danielle's. David was just... well, he's special."

"Does he have a girlfriend?" Amber asked with barely-concealed hope in her voice.

"No one but us," Cherys said in a possessive tone, but Danielle coughed conspicuously and Cherys' voice softened. "He's a free man. We don't have any hold over him."

I croaked, "Yes, you do."

"David!" All three girls managed to exclaim at pretty much the same time. Cherys was instantly by my side, stroking my cheek while Danielle helped me to sit up. Amber hung back, her arms twitching forward in desire to help me but she held herself back. She didn't consider it her place anymore.

Instead, Amber darted out and came back a few minutes later with a glass of water. "How much of that did you hear?" she asked tentatively.

I took a long swallow and then looked up at her. "Everything, I think."

"David, I-"

I held up my hand to stop her, and then took a few deep breaths as I sat up straight and gathered my focus. Barely an hour ago I'd been making love with Cherys, dreaming of building a family with her. Now, those dreams had been dashed and an old dream had made an unexpected return. I didn't know how to deal with that.

I wanted Amber back. I REALLY wanted her back. But I didn't yet know what that would do to me. The last time she left I was just an empty shell going through the motions with Brianna. My flailing heart had tried to latch onto Claudine, and then E-Beth. And even as close as I became with Cherys and Danielle, the love we shared was never meant to last. Even then, I'd nearly pushed Danielle aside to sate my own desire for permanence and companionship.

Amber had loved me and then left me to pursue her dream. Even though she was back now, she would always have other forces pulling her in another direction. Even if Amber had returned, how long would she stay this time?

And if she didn't stay, how much would it destroy me? I couldn't handle losing her again.

My head hung low while I kept my hand up, preventing anyone from speaking just yet. At last, I looked up and stared at the beautiful blonde across from me, as lovely as my dreams of her had ever been. "You really gave up Stanford? You really came back here for me?"

"Only for you," she answered.

I breathed slowly. "I thought WE weren't ready for that kind of commitment. I wouldn't have wanted you to give up your dream."

"I know. But my dream now is you. I can't go back to Stanford, but I can still become a doctor. I'd rather be a doctor and with you than be a Stanford-graduate without you. Don't you see, David? I came back only for you, that's how much I'm committing to this. Three years ago I wasn't ready. I am now."

I groaned. "I'm not sure what to do with that right now. It's all just too much to take." My head hurt and I frowned. "I think I need more time."

She reached forward to take my hands into hers. I remembered how I always held a woman's hands whenever I wanted to reassure her of my intentions. But as she approached, I pulled away from her. And Amber's face fell in worry. But still she said, "I will wait."

Amber sat up straight and nodded her head. "I will wait."

With that, she got her things and left.

And once the door closed, I lay my head back against the couch and closed my eyes. I needed to do some heavy thinking... later.

Right now, I just wished I could turn off my brain.

***

"I'm going to miss sleeping beside you," Danielle ran her hand along the sheets as I finished tucking them into the mattress.

"Well, it IS your fault," I teased.

"Is not!" Danielle retorted. "You're the one who insisted on moving back to your room."

"I know, I know," I conceded, holding my arms up placatingly. "I just think this will be good for us. Reestablish some ground rules. That room is yours and Cherys'."

"You're still welcome to sleep with us whenever you want," my sister said seriously.

"Yeah," Cherys pouted from the doorway. "The next time I need a cock, I'm going to fuck you until you pass out in our bed."

I smiled and slid on a clean pillowcase before reaching for the comforter. We were reestablishing that Cherys and Danielle were the ones in a relationship, but all three of us loved each other (and lusted for each other) too much to completely sever our ties. It would be awkward, but we were family. We would figure it out. "Maybe... but not tonight."

Danielle nodded and walked to the door, wrapping her arm around Cherys' waist on her way out. But before she left, she turned her head back to me. "I left you a fresh box of tissues. Promise me you'll enjoy listening to us."

I nodded and waved the girls out of my bedroom. "Good night ladies."

And then I was alone, just me and my thoughts.

***

"Dude, that's fucked up."

I sighed and waved my hands helplessly. I'd just finished explaining the 'Stealing Cherys' story to Kevin and Jen and I leaned back heavily.

"Go ahead," I waved to Jen. "You can say it."

She cocked her head. "I told you so?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"I'm sorry, David." Jen reached out an patted my knee. "I wish I hadn't been right."

"No... it's okay. You were right. My dad was right."

Kevin chimed in. "So what's going to happen now? You need to crash here for a bit?"

"No. I think we'll be okay. It's not like Cherys and I are breaking up per se. Officially, we were never together. We're just confirming that she and Danielle are together and I'm just the roommate."

"Does that mean you and Cherys are going to stop fucking?" Kevin asked in a serious voice.

A sly smile slid across my lips as I mumbled, "Well..."

"Man-slut!" Kevin spat good-naturedly.

But just as soon as I started to feel happy, the other serious issue came crashing down around me.

As my shoulders sagged, Jen was instantly on alert. "What?"

I sighed and said, "Amber's back."

***

"Hi gorgeous... Hi Dani..." I said as I came through the door. It had been a week since I moved back into my own room. I won't say that it was the worst week of my life or anything, but being separated off from my roommates after months of wonderful togetherness wasn't exactly pleasant.

Plus, the lethargy that had been dogging me the last five workdays still weighed heavily on my shoulders. One of my projects had gotten off-track and everyone was working overtime to catch up. And even when I had a free moment, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to Amber and I would throw myself back into my work to distract myself.

Unfortunately, for all their psychological insight, Kevin and Jen didn't have any workable solutions for me and Amber. They cautioned me to be careful and make sure I had my emotions under control before I seriously considered how to approach any new relationship. And they offered a sounding board for me to vent my frustrations over the situation. But that kind of help only went so far.

As a result, I'd been wound up tighter than anything for the past week and my brain was seriously hurting.

As I came through the door and said hello to the girls, Cherys and Danielle said their greetings in return from their spot on the couch. The two beautiful young women cuddled together in front of the TV while my sister rubbed her girlfriend's belly. Danielle called out, "There's a plate for you in the fridge." She started to move off the couch.

"Don't get up. I can handle it," I told her.

Once nuked, I brought my plate to an armchair and watched TV with the girls. Every now and again, my gaze would flicker over to them, scantily clad in comfortable pajamas. The garments were designed to be comfortable, not titillating. And yet, there was no hiding the fact that neither wore a bra beneath the thin cotton. And with the recent warm weather, both outfits were suitably brief.

After screwing both girls almost at whim for the past few months, going an entire week without getting laid had felt like a prison sentence. But internally, I quashed my feelings. It wasn't my place to initiate. The girls had their trust issues to work out with each other. They had to firmly establish themselves as a solid couple without me once again before their relationship could handle outside influences.

Besides, as the resident fuck-buddy, I was at their beck and call, not the other way around.

At the end of the night, I said my goodnights and stepped into the shower. The hot water was a wonder at soothing my aching muscles, but even that only went so far. And so when I went to bed early, I found myself staring at the ceiling, lost in the abyss of my own melancholy.

I heard Cherys and Danielle puttering around outside, the toilet flushing and the shower running as they went about their nightly rituals together. They still had each other. But I was on the outside again.




The Book of David Ch. 14



I was all alone in the world now.

All alone...

There came a knock at my door and a moment later it began to swing open. My eyes swiveled away from the ceiling to see Danielle poke her head in, her hair darkened by wetness and slicked back. She saw that I was awake and then came in, closing the door softly behind her. She was wearing nothing but a white fluffy towel. "Hey squirt..."

"Dani?" I queried, reaching over and turning on my bedside lamp.

She came next to the bed, standing loosely beside me and then reached to the tuck in her towel. With one flick of the wrist, the terrycloth came loose and then dropped to the floor.

In the pale yellow light, her skin glowed with heat fresh from the shower. And yet her nipples were rock hard and I could see the pink folds of her pussy already peeking out between her legs.

"Dani?" I asked a little more urgently.

She didn't answer except to bend and press her lips softly to mine. I lay my head back and just enjoyed the wonderful feelings of her mouth on mine, our tongues darting out and intertwining together.

When she began to pull away, I followed with her, not wanting to break our liplock, but she pressed down on my chest until I was flat on my back again. Then, she pulled my blankets off to the side and deftly reached her hand into my boxers to pull my half-hard cock through the flap.

"Dani?" I asked one more time. "What are you-?"

She silenced me with a finger to my lips. "We both need this." And then she engulfed my dick in the warmth of her mouth.

For a long time the only sounds were the wet popping of her lips around my shaft and the occasional slurp of saliva as my sister bobbed up and down on my prick. I let my right hand drift over her body, first rubbing her shoulder and neck before gliding down her back. I made no further sexual moves, instead reveling in the softness of her naked skin.

Danielle blew me to the brink of orgasm, but when my balls started twitching, she backed off. Then slowly, she took her time tugging my boxers down my legs and then off, leaving us both completely naked.

Finally, she mounted the bed and then moved to straddle me, her knees beside my hips as she reached down and guided my rocket into her body.

From the moment our hips met, we never stopped moving. Physically, it felt so good to be inside a tight pussy that I couldn't possibly slow myself down from enjoying the sensations too much. Emotionally, I felt a cathartic relief at joining together with my sister who I loved so much, only now daring to believe that our love would survive this latest roadblock.

Danielle seemed to be of like mind. Her legs flexed constantly as she pistoned herself up and down and around and around my pole, whimpering in delight as we pleasured each other.

At first, she simply threw her head back and ran her fingers over her own face and through her hair, pure delight in her eyes as she felt me filling her up over and again. This caused her chest to thrust forward, her firm, round tits so enticing as they bounced before my eyes.

When I sat up to take a nipple into my mouth, she cradled my head to her chest. And with my arm wrapped around her waist, we continued pumping our bodies against each other over and again.

"Oh David..." she moaned. And then she wasn't able to say anything more as I crushed my lips to hers and we fucked each other with our tongues as much as we were with our loins.

For a few moments, we were as one. When our orgasms came, they came powerfully and they came simultaneously. Danielle was whimpering into my mouth as the feelings raced through her body, and I was groaning into our kiss as my cock erupted blast after blast of white lava into her spasming pussy.

She was still shuddering when I ejected out the last few loads into her, and as I finally pulled my mouth away from hers, she exhaled loudly before moaning, "I love to feel your spunk swimming around inside me."

I chuckled at that and let my forehead sag into her cleavage while she circled her arms around my head. Amazingly, those aches in my back and shoulders were gone.

I panted for breath for a few minutes, and then squeezed her tightly in a hug and said, "Thank you."

It was a few moments before she answered. "You don't hate me?" she asked softly.

"How could I ever?"

"For pushing you out. This... this whole thing with Cherys just got out of control."

I leaned up and pecked Danielle on her nose. "I know. I'm sorry. I never meant for things to get so far."

She nodded and kissed me again. "I know. You're a good man, David. I know you would never do anything intentionally to hurt me."

"Never."

"I love you, David."

"I love you, too, Dani."

"No hard feelings?"

"None at all."

***

Once Danielle and I got our mutual issues resolved and out of the way, Cherys was delighted and enticed us into a torrid threesome the very next morning. She made good on her promise: the girls wore me out so much that I passed out on the bed and slept until two in the afternoon.

The next time we went out, Danielle and Cherys were the ones holding hands and lovingly rubbing Cherys' belly while I watched approvingly from across the table.

They got a few more awkward stares and a few less well-wishers than Cherys and I would have, but there was still a lot of love surrounding the happy couple.

That left only one major issue still unresolved for me.

Amber.

***

SUMMER (June 2006)

It was another long Friday, but at least the week was over. I was just shutting down my system when a familiar voice said my name behind me. It was Stan, the Executive Vice President who'd been shadowing me for my entire career.

"David! You're still here. We're not working you too hard, are we?"

"No, sir."

"Stan, remember?"

"Yes, Stan."

"Can you swing by my office for a minute?"

"Uh, sure." I hurriedly gathered my things and then followed after. When we got to his office, there was another gentlemen in a wing chair, sleeves rolled up and an open snifter of brandy between them.

Stan gestured to the gentlemen, who was just now turning around. "I believe you already know Robert."

It was Amber's father. I stood up straight in shock but quickly recovered and held out my hand. "Good to see you again... Robert."

He shook it and gestured to the available wing chair. I nervously took my seat. 

"Anyways," Stan began, "Robert here and I were going out for golf tomorrow afternoon. As it is, we need a fourth. I was just asking Robert if he had any ideas for someone to round out our group and he mentioned you. He said the two of you have played before."

My jaw half-dropped. I'd played golf exactly once in my life, back when I was dating Robert's daughter.

"So, are you available?" My Executive VP asked.

"Uh, certainly... Stan. I'd love to join." I turned and nodded my head to Robert. "Although, I haven't played in some time."

"No worries," Robert waved me off. "Just like riding a bike." He stood, placing his empty brandy tumbler on the desk. "So, tomorrow at noon? See you then." He reached out to shake my hand.

"Goodbye Robert." I stood as well, shouldering my bag and nodding to Stan. "See you tomorrow."

***

It was 11:45am when I walked into the clubhouse. I picked up a rental set of clubs and then went out to find Stan and Robert. Along the way, I saw a row of golf carts parked in preparation for the groups to go out. One of them read 12:00pm and had Robert's last name and mine printed beneath our start time.

I was just belting my clubs into the rack when I heard a startled gasp behind me. I turned around and my heart dropped into my stomach. "Amber?"

She was standing not ten feet away from me, dressed to the nines in a powder blue ensemble, complete with visor and white golfing shoes. It was clear she wasn't here just to hang out.

She seemed even more surprised to see me than I was her, and for a while, the two of us just stared back and forth at each other. Last time, her arrival had completely overwhelmed me with surprise. This time, while still surprised, I was recovering quickly and really just looked at her longingly.

Good lord she was beautiful. Sometimes I forgot how stunningly pretty she was. And as Amber looked at me pensively, all I could do was stare in disbelief at seeing her again. Since our last encounter, I had been waiting, preparing myself for our next meeting, steeling my emotions so that I could see her again while rational and in control.

I realized now that I might have waited forever out of fear. I would have never seen her again if I waited until I was "ready". But she was here now; and I desperately wanted to talk to her. More than that, I wanted to walk up and hold her, never to let her go. From the way she was leaning forward on the balls of her feet, she looked ready to jump me as well.

But just before one of us could make a move, another golf cart drove up from the direction of the driving range: Stan and Robert. "Ah, there you are dear. All set?"

Amber managed to take her eyes off me long enough to answer, "Yes, daddy." And with that, she hoisted her bag and brought it over to the cart, where she began strapping it in.

It was then that I realized that we were about to be paired together. With eighteen holes, that meant three hours at a minimum that I would be sharing a cart with her. I was really more shocked than nervous.

Amber muttered under her breath, "This is SUCH a setup."

I thought back to the little stunt her father and my EVP had pulled last night. "Seems like..."

Amber leaned towards me. "Is this OK? I promised I would wait until you felt ready. And if you don't want to be here, you can leave. Or I'll leave."

Automatically, I put my hand on her shoulder, patting softly. "No. It's OK."

Only then did I realize what my hand was doing, and feeling like I'd just laid my hands on some expensive artwork I wasn't supposed to be touching, I yanked my hand back and blushed.

Amber glanced at her now empty shoulder and her lower lip quivered. "Now you can't even touch me?" She looked ready to cry.

"No, no, it's not that. It's just..." I sighed. "What did you expect?"

"I'm not sure what I expected. I knew what I hoped."

"And what did you hope?"

"That things could go back the way they used to be. That we could be in love the way I remembered it."

"Life doesn't work like that."

"I know. But a girl can dream, can't she?"

I didn't answer. Her dream sounded wonderful, but it was still dangerous. And for a moment I wished I could be a stupid teenager again, throwing caution to the wind and damn the consequences.

Robert called out. "All set?"

I glanced around, seeing the two gentlemen waiting patiently. We hadn't moved in the past two minutes and they pretended not to notice. I just nodded and then we both hopped into the cart, Amber in the driver's seat.

Our two carts rolled along towards the first tee. The group before us was still on, and the older men stopped to wait. Amber parked our cart a good twenty feet behind theirs. For a second, her jaw clenched. "My parents both know I came back here for you. But they don't know that I went to your house that first Saturday. I've spent the last few weeks running around getting set up: looking for an apartment, unpacking, getting a car for myself. My dad asked two days ago if I'd seen you yet. I told him not yet, that I was waiting for the right time." She growled. "I guess he couldn't leave well enough alone."

I reached out and laid my hand on top of hers, which was gripping the steering wheel. "I'm glad he did."

She looked at me. "Really?"

"Yeah." I sighed and looked forward. "Amber, if we work out, and I hope we do, you'll have your father to thank for getting us back together."

She looked at me with wide eyes. "Are we getting back together?"

I moved my hand to her face, softly drawing my knuckles across her cheek. "I want to. Very much."

With a happy smile, Amber leaned forward, ready to kiss me. But I frowned and held my hand up between us. "I still hate you..." My voice was cold.

Her face went white as she backed away. "What?"

I sighed. "Amber, I'm still in love with you. But I hate you for leaving me. I can't help it. I know why you left and my head knows it's almost as much my fault for not going with you. But there's a part of me that really resents you for abandoning me."

"You knew I had to follow my dream."

"But you didn't have to cut off all contact with me. You could have written. You could have called."

Amber looked down at her feet. "It hurt... just thinking about you..."

"I know. But it hurt worse knowing you wouldn't answer my calls." I found that I was balling my hands into fists, trembling with repressed anger and pain. Slowly, I exhaled, calming myself. "We need to talk. There are a lot of conversations we've missed in the last three years."

Just then, the other group moved off and the two older men got out of their cart to pull out their drivers. Amber sighed and nodded. "Looks like we'll have some time together."

***

"So did you fuck her?"

"What?"

"After the golfing. Dude, did you tap that? Amber is a major babe."

"Kevin!" Jen slapped him. "You are such a pervert."

"Hey, he's your fiancé," I waved. "And the answer is no. We just talked."

He shrugged. "Why not? It's not like you haven't done it before."

I sighed. "It's complicated."

"Dude, you've been saying that since she got back into town. What's complicated? She wants you. You want her. Why the hell are you sitting in my fucking living room instead of fucking her in her living room?"

"Kevin, it's just co-"

"Complicated," he interrupted. "Riiight. You always think too much, you know that?"

He tossed back his coke and then looked at me. "What score did you shoot?"

"Well, we weren't really..."

"Dude! You overcomplicated everything! What. Score. Did. You. Shoot?"

"106," I blushed.

"There! Was that so hard?" He leaned forward on the couch. "Now... Do. You. Want. Her?"

I gulped. "Yes."

"Then go back over there."

"But what if she breaks my heart again?"

"Duuude. What if you get hit by a bus tomorrow?"

I threw up my hands in exasperation. Life wasn't this simple, was it? "Jen, what do you think?"

"I think you need to fuck her," she nodded.

"What? What happened to making sure I had all my emotions under control?"

She shrugged. "You're a strange guy, David. Thank goodness I'm not stuck with you. But after everything you've said about the conversation you had with Amber, all the things you've got between you, and the fact that you were able to get comfortable with her in that short amount of time, I say yeah... go over there and fuck her."

"That doesn't make logical sense at all!"

"David," Jen said thoughtfully with her hand on my knee. "Right now your mind is jello. You haven't been able to maintain a coherent train of thought for more than ten minutes since Cherys 'broke up' with you and Amber came back into town. And it's been weeks already."

Then, Jen started smiling in a victorious way that made me a little nervous. "But last week, you came over to visit with that self-satisfied freshly-fucked face of yours."

"I don't have a 'face'!" I protested.

"Dude. You had 'the face'," Kevin drawled.

"Anyways," Jen continued. "You got laid, and all of a sudden your Cherys and Danielle issues were gone. Now I don't pretend that they all went away completely, but you stopped bitching to us about them. So with Amber, yeah, I say go over there, clear out your pipes, and then come back here. You'll be able to think more clearly and then we'll deal with the consequences."

I sighed and tried to work my head around her logic. "You always recommend this kind of therapy to your patients?"

She shrugged. "Just the sex addicts."

"Thanks." Even I'm not sure whether I was being sarcastic or sincere.

***

Nervously, I fidgeted on the doorstep. I hadn't done this in years. I barely remembered what to do. A part of me figured it didn't matter. There was no need to impress. Amber knew me and we both knew what we wanted. I'd met her parents. But still, for appearances sake, here I was, standing in front of Amber's door with roses in my hands.

The door swung open and Robert smiled. "David! It's been a long time," he joked. It had probably been about four hours max since we finished our golf round. "Come in. Come in."

I shook his hand in greeting and walked into the foyer. Amber's mother came in. "Ah, David! Good to see you..." She walked up and hugged me, leaving air kisses beside each cheek. Then she stepped back and looked me up and down like a predatory cougar. "You've grown up into a fine young man." There was a little leer in her voice which I chose to ignore.

"Please to see you again, Julie," I sketched a short head bow.

"Ah, flowers," Amber's mom preened. "I don't remember the last time someone brought ME flowers."

Robert looked suitably abashed. "Hmm? Well, I'll have to rectify that. Julie, I'll pick you up the most beautiful bouquet on the way to our dinner appointment." He reached his hand out to his wife.

"Dinner appointment?" Julie looked confused.

"Yes..." Robert said with a masked imperative in his voice. "Don't you remember? Our dinner appointment?"

Julie got it just then. "Ah yes. THAT dinner appointment. Well, we'd love to stay and chat David, but we really must be going. I believe you'll find Amber in her bedroom.

"Thank you, Julie. Thank you, Robert." I nodded to the both of them as they headed off, a little smile on my face.

Once they were gone, I took a deep breath and then headed up the stairs. Amber's room was the third on the left. I knocked and waited.

"Come in!" she called.

I opened the door. Amber was dressed in comfortable lounging clothes, cotton pajama pants and a tank top without a bra. She was lying on her stomach across the bed, propped up by her elbows as she flipped through a photo album with a lost expression on her face.

As I entered, she turned to face me, and then her eyes went wide in surprise. "David!"

"Hi Amber."

"How'd you get in here?"

"Your parents answered the door. Then, they invented some dinner appointment so they could leave the house to us."

"Really... And why would they do that?" I shrugged and held out the flowers. "I wanted to ask you out on a date tonight."

She took the roses gleefully and then inhaled their sweet scent. Then she fixed me with a sardonic grin and asked, "Doesn't the guy usually call ahead for the date before just showing up?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I dunno. I haven't done the whole asking-out-on-a- date thing since... well... maybe High School."

She giggled, her voice a musical lilt. I willed myself not to think of all the ramifications of what we were doing, all the niggling worries in the back of my head. I looked only at Amber, my old friend, my old love, and a woman who I was still in love with. My relationship with Brianna crumbled because Amber always had a piece of my heart, and as she lay there, smiling at me, I dared to hope for the best.

"So what do you want to do tonight?" she asked, sitting upright on her bed with her legs crossed beneath her.

"Well, I was thinking dinner, maybe a walk in the park."

"Not hungry," her eyebrows went up in an aw shucks manner. "What about the walk? What did you want to do? Talk?"

I nodded.

"You talk too much David. Besides, we did a lot of talking today on the golf course. I thought we were through all that."

"We're not through. I still hate you."

"I can fix that. But not by going to dinner and talking more."

"Then how? What do you think we should do?"

"Fuck." She said it with a sweet smile and so matter-of-factly that it took my brain a few seconds to catch up.

"Huh?"




The Book of David Ch. 14



"Come on. Don't tell me you weren't thinking this 'date' might end up in the bedroom."

"Well... I might have thought... I mean-"

"David," she interrupted. "This is me. And this is you. Fucking is what we do best." She leaned her torso forward, causing the neckline to droop and give me a wonderful view of her fabulous cleavage.

This couldn't be that simple. Could it? "And then what?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

"And then we get back together."

"That easy? You think I'm that easy?"

"Yes," Amber giggled. "We're soulmates David. We belong together."

"Do we? It's been three years Amber. People change. I've changed. What if the people we are today aren't compatible anymore?"

"Climb into this bed and we'll find out," she husked saucily.

"I'm serious!"

"I am too." She was rubbing her own cheek and grinding her thighs together. "David... please. I need you. I haven't had sex in a year and I NEED you."

She beckoned me to her and I walked closer to the bed. "What if we don't work out?" I asked.

"We will. I know it. Do you think I would have picked up my entire life and career and come back here if I didn't know we belonged together?" She had a conviction in her voice.

"Did you have a plan? Did you really think you could just show up and win me back?"

"Well, I had some confidence in my skills at persuasion," Amber turned and let the strap of her tank top slide off her shoulder as she batted her eyelashes at me, then reached a hand out towards me. "Come on David, turn off your brain and come to bed."

I let her take my hand and pull me beside her. Amber was a beautiful siren and I wondered if she was drawing me in to my doom. My body screamed at me to join her. But still my head held me back.

Love is supposed to be fun. Love is supposed to be easy. And if you find that you're working too hard to try and force it to happen, then it probably shouldn't be happening. For whatever reason, I still wasn't comfortable. And that was all that mattered.

"Amber, we can't go back to the way we were." I took her hands and pulled them off my body, leaning away.

"We broke up. That life is over. We can't go back. I'm sorry."

With that, I slid off the bed and walked to the door.

"David!" Amber pleaded, tears already forming in her eyes.

I stopped and turned. We looked at each other for a very long minute, not saying anything but communicating all the heartache in our eyes.

At last, she whispered. "I love you."

My voice cracked as I answered, "I love you, too."

And then I left.

***

"So did you fuck her?"

"No." I clomped through the room and sat heavily on the couch.

"Dude! Why-"

"Kevin. Shut the FUCK up and throw me a beer."

"Okay, okay dude. Don't blow a gasket."

Jen came out of the bedroom, hearing the ruckus. "David? It's early. Weren't you going over to Amber's place?"

Kevin handed me the beer and then warned his fiancée, "He didn't fuck her."

Jen pursed her lips and sat down beside me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," I growled.

"Okay. How about a movie?"

"Sure." I sulked and chugged the rest of my beer. I waggled the empty bottle at Kevin. "Another one."

***

I awoke in the darkness and bolted upright. Where the hell was I? This wasn't my bed. This wasn't Cherys and Danielle's bed. And FUCK my head hurt...

Pinching my temples, I realized I'd been sleeping on a couch, fully dressed, with a blanket now slipping off my legs. Wincing at the throbbing pain in my head, I turned left and right, scanning the room before I realized I was still at Kevin and Jen's place.

After a brief search, I found the clock and saw that it was just a little before 5 AM. Gingerly, I sat up, rubbing my head and yawning.

Perhaps five minutes later, I managed to stand. And then grabbing my keys off the coffee table, I let myself out and headed to my car.

Ten minutes after that, I walked into my bedroom, stripped off my shirt, and collapsed into my bed. If I never woke up again it would be too soon.

***

SUMMER (July 2006)

"Oh, David! Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck!!!"

Cherys trembled and came, washing my prick in a flow of honey while her inner muscles celebrated happily. I only thrust a few more times before emptying myself in her, splashing her already saturated pussy with several volleys of hot jism from behind.

We were laying on our sides, spooned together. One of my hands was on her swollen tit, now massively round. One of her hands was on her belly, subconsciously protective. And as we panted in post-coital aftermath, Cherys started giggling.

"I want to be pregnant forever. I can't believe how sensitive I am! I must have cum five or six times in that one!"

But while she was giggling, I started sniffling and then pinched my eyebrows together as I buried my forehead into her back and tried to quench my sobbing.

"Oh, David. Not again..." Cherys started to turn, with some effort. She was carrying around a few dozen extra pounds after all. Eventually, she managed to flip around so that she was lying on her side, face-to-face with me.

"You know. It's such a killjoy when you start crying after amazing sex." She rubbed my cheek and pulled my head to her cleavage, always a happy place for me to be.

I shuddered and managed to stop the whimpering. Then taking several long breaths, I got myself under control while Cherys stroked my hair and rubbed her tits into my face.

"Are you thinking about her again?" Cherys asked sweetly.

I sniffled and nodded, inadvertently rubbing my nose along her right breast.

She sighed and said, "Why don't you just go over there and tell her you want to get back together. You KNOW she wants you back. And *I* know she wants you back. Did I tell you we ran into each other last week?"

I peeked my head up to look at Cherys. "I can't. She's... she's Amber. She's not just another pretty girl. She's a girl I have history with."

"You have history with E-Beth. That never bothered you before."

"E-Beth never hurt me like this. I just... I can't. She's Amber."

Cherys sighed again and went back to stroking my head.

***

I was slightly zoned out, staring off into nothingness for minutes at a time. Fortunately, flipping burgers isn't rocket science and my lapses in attention had no major adverse effects.

"Dude? Where are the fireworks?"

I rolled my eyes. "They're illegal, Kevin."

"So?"

"Kev," Jen sighed. "Grow up."

"All I'm saying is that it's not a Fourth of July barbecue without fireworks."

Jen snorted. "This from the guy who set himself on fire when he was fifteen."

Kevin chuckled, I zoned out, and Jen smacked me on the shoulder. "Come on! Not even a smile?" Jen whined. "Really, David, even for you, this is pretty depressed."

"I'm fine."

Danielle walked by. "Well, you don't look fine. And you'd better pick up your attitude. The guests are starting to arrive."

I looked around. Sure enough, various acquaintances were starting to come out to the backyard, drinks in hand. Several coworkers from Danielle and Cherys' respective workplaces, Dan and Marshall from my Engineering firm, and a few old college friends were also coming in. All in all, we expected 20-25 people to barbecue with us and hang out.

Cherys was cruising by, cell phone in hand. Kevin waved, "Dude, don't you know cell phone radiation is bad for the baby?" I think he was starting to get buzzed already.

Cherys smirked and waved him off. Then she clapped the phone shut. "Kevin, can you take over the barbecue? David, I've got a little surprise for you inside the house." Her voice dropped to a husk and she winked at me.

For a second, my jaw dropped. I knew Cherys' hormones were out of control now that she was in the last couple of months before giving birth, but a quickie while all these guests were around?

Cherys caught my look and started laughing. "No, not that. A real surprise. Come on."

I followed her into the house and over by the front door. Then without another word, she spun and stopped.

I looked at her kind of funny for a few seconds of awkward silence before finally asking, "What?"

Just then, the doorbell rang, and a wide smile spread across Cherys' face. She indicated with her head and tentatively, I went to open the door.

There were two young women outside, and as soon as I came into view, E-Beth squealed and jumped at me. "David!"

"E-Beth!" I laughed happily and wrapped my arms around her, wrapping us together in a hug as we spun around. Like always, seeing my dear friend after so much time apart did wonders for lifting my spirits.

She laughed with me until I finally set her down. "Surprise!"

"What are you doing here?"

She punched my chest. "Visiting YOU, dork!"

I looked back and forth between her and Cherys. "Are you going to do this to me EVERY time?" I asked E-Beth. "Just once, I'd like you to call ME to tell me you're coming instead of calling Danielle or Cherys."

"Nah. It's more fun this way."

It was then that I noticed the other girl fidgeting slightly behind E-Beth. When my gaze went over, E-Beth giggled and said, "Oops. I'm sorry. David, Cherys, this is my friend Alicia. Alicia... David and Cherys. I'm sure Danielle's running around somewhere making sure the party is going smoothly."

Alicia was a tall redhead, and as my eyes quickly dropped down her body I was amazed I hadn't paid closer attention before. She was built like a Barbie doll and had good cheekbones, although I thought her makeup was a tad too severe. I couldn't see the rest of her face as she still wore big, black Chanel sunglasses and her red hair hung short and straight to frame her face. Beyond that, her outfit was suitably skimpy for the warm weather, and I felt a stirring in my cock just looking at her and the creamy naked skin being revealed before me.

She stepped forward and held a hand stiffly to me in greeting. I shook it and she said, "Pleased to meet you," in a slightly scratchy voice that was somehow familiar.

I held her hand for just a second longer, staring at the cheekbones. "Have we met before?"

Alicia cocked her head to the side, I assume studying my features since I couldn't see her eyes. "Perhaps," she said. Her chin dipped just a bit as she evaluated me up and down, and I noticed her hip drifting slightly to the side as she shifted her balance, causing her pose to become rather sexier as she also put one hand on a hip.

I smiled. Getting attention from a beautiful girl was always nice, but I had a party to help run. I turned my attention back to E-Beth. "So, are you ladies hungry?"

"Sure! As long as YOU weren't the cook."

"Hey!" I protested as we all headed back out to the backyard.

***

After retrieving our calorie-laden meals, I spent some time relaxing with E-Beth and Alicia. We found a few patio chairs and wound up sitting in a semi-circle with me in the middle. In the beginning, I sort of ignored Alicia in favor of catching up with E-Beth, finding out all the little things going on in her life since last we saw each other.

But E-Beth kept Alicia involved, constantly side-stepping my conversation to include her friend. For her part, Alicia kept leaning towards me in her chair, more than once putting her weight onto the armrest, which caused her to lean over and show some very nice cleavage to me.

I smelled a setup, and did my best not to openly gawk at Alicia's hot body. Every time I looked over, my eyes were drawn to her well-rounded chest and I would quickly orient my conversation towards E-Beth. I'm certain Alicia noticed where I kept glancing, but she made no mention of it and instead just leaned over further give me a better look.

A few minutes later, the setup was made obvious when E-Beth excused herself to get another drink, even though her glass was still half-full. That left me alone with nothing to do but talk to Alicia, and for the first time, I stopped to really look at her.

I'd already felt a very, very strong physical attraction to her. I couldn't really explain it, but in a way, she embodied everything I loved in a woman's body. Her legs were long and lithe, flexing nicely as she sat with one leg crossed over the other. Her skirt, already short to begin with, had hiked up further while she was sitting and showed a long expanse of firm, creamy thigh. With a nice tight waist, her belly was toned and led up to a perfect pair of tits, high, round, and somewhat out of proportion for her otherwise model's figure.

I already had a tent in my shorts that I was trying to hide with my plate, and somewhere in the back of my head I already decided that if this girl was really coming on to me, I wasn't going to push her out of my bed.

We continued our conversation, exchanging flirty remarks left and right. Her speech was a little stilted, almost as if English wasn't her first language. But I detected no accent. On the whole, the little hesitations in her speech were actually a little endearing.

My gaze went along her graceful neck, and perhaps for the first time I let myself linger on her very pretty face. Wonderful bone structure, pleasantly puckered lips without being too big, and a dainty nose. She looked so beautiful, and so familiar. I knew I had seen this face somewhere before.

And then it hit me. I stopped mid-sentence. My back stiffened, my breathing quickened, and my eyes went wide. I reached up and took off my shades, trying to get a better look. And in a shaky voice, I stated, "Take off your sunglasses."

Her breath caught in her throat, and then in an all-too-familiar voice she asked, "Why?"

"Please."

She sighed, looking down and reaching up with both hands to grab each side of the frame. And when she pulled the black Chanel plastic out of the way, she blinked against the sunlight and her pretty face was revealed to me, even more beautiful than I had thought. The girl before me had sparklingly eyes made more alluring by heavy eyeshadow, clearly green in color. 

And yet, despite the red hair and green eyes, I felt who she was deep in my gut. And so I asked, "Amber, why?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know who you're talking about. My name is Alicia."

I gave her The Look. She returned my gaze oddly, as if I was crazy. Her mouth twisted in confusion. I kept glaring at her and from the way she held my gaze, I was actually starting to think that I was going crazy, that I was projecting Amber onto another pretty girl who looked similar to her. After all, I'd only seen her twice since her return, and I'd been projecting Amber's face onto a lot of women for three years.

But no. It was her. I knew it was her. The body, the height, the nose, the cheekbones, the whole picture coalesced for me. She'd cut and dyed her hair, maybe even put in color contacts, but it WAS Amber before me, I was sure of it. 

And so with a totally relaxed demeanor, I leaned in and said, "Well then, Alicia, would you like me to give you a tour of the house?"

She leaned forward, nodding agreeably.

"Good. Because I'd love to throw you onto my bed and shove my cock up your ass."

If she really wasn't Amber, if she really was a girl I'd never met before named Alicia, then a comment like the one I'd just made should have earned me a wicked slap to the face. No matter how much a girl is flirting with you, no matter how much interest she might actually have, being lewd and crude like that this early would always be a sure ticket to getting shut down.

But no such slap came. Instead, she smiled saucily and asked, "With lube or do you want to go in dry?"

It was Amber. I knew it.

But hey, if she wanted to play this game. "Come on in and find out."

I stood and proffered her my left arm. She looped hers through mine and together we waltzed into the house. We passed E-Beth on the way in and she gave us a delightful grin. Amber held onto me the whole way as I led her to my bedroom, not saying another word until I closed the door and we had some privacy.

Immediately, she spun me against the door and slammed my back into the wood, grabbing my head in her hands and shoving her tongue down my throat. I felt a wave of pleasure shooting through me, both from the kiss and from that deep place in my heart that always loved Amber.

But just like before, my conscience and my pain welled up as well. With a moan, I pushed her off me. "Amber, what the hell is going on?"

She grinned. "It's Alicia, remember?" she retorted in that deep 'well-duh' tone while rolling her eyes.

She kissed me for a second before pulling away. "Ohhh, I get it. Amber's the ex- girlfriend that Elizabeth told me about. She said I looked a lot like her. That's why we met. Elizabeth stopped me on the street and thought I was her." And then Alicia went back to shoving her tongue into my mouth while fiddling her hands at my zipper.

Could it be possible? Just like Danielle had a facial twin in Brianna, could there really be someone else out there who looked like a redheaded, green-eyed version of Amber?

No! It HAD to be Amber, right? There was no way I could mistake that. The jig was up. I knew who she really was. So why was she continuing to play this game? She couldn't ACTUALLY not be Amber, right?

While my mind was whirling in confusion, Alicia managed to strip me half-naked and settle to her knees. Then with a wet slurp, she sucked my hard erection into her mouth, moaning deliriously with joy as she began to bob on my cock.

I looked down at her, blue eyes staring back at me amidst a halo of red hair. It HAD to be Amber. "Why are you doing this?" I croaked.

"Mmm... I LOVE cock. Elizabeth dragged me along with her for this vacation and I haven't gotten laid in forever." She bent to lick me again from base to crown. "I thought this barbecue thing would be a waste of time. But she told me she had this friend David who was just INCREDIBLE in bed."

She sucked some more and then popped off long enough to say, "That would be you."

My brain couldn't keep up. Amber? Not Amber? So good with her tongue! Was E-Beth deliberately messing with my head by bringing her here? Pleasure! "Oh, FUCK," I groaned, and then after only a few minutes of her expert blowjob, I felt myself about to cum.

She deep-throated me once, massaging my entire shaft with her throat muscles, and that was it. She pulled back just in time to catch the first burst in her mouth, and then she was jacking me with both hands to extract every last squirt.

"Oh... oh, gawd..." I moaned pitifully as I kept firing away, emptying out all the tension inside me.

When I finished, she tilted her head back and gaped her mouth open wide, showing me the creamy pool she'd collected there. And then with her head skyward and her mouth still open, she swallowed it all in a single big gulp.

"Mmm... yummy..." She dabbed at her own lips with her fingers and popped them into her mouth to suck. "You have very tasty cum."

And with that, she stood up and sauntered over to my bed. From behind, seeing her straight red hair fan out, I started to believe this might actually be a girl named Alicia. With a pixie twirl, she spun and sat back on the mattress, spreading her legs wide and showing me the pale green thong she wore beneath her skirt. Then hopping her butt up, she reached down and began dragging it off, eventually pulling the thong past her feet and tossing it aside.

This time, when she spread her legs and sat back, I could see all the way to the red bush between her legs.

I gasped. I'd been expecting to see a neatly trimmed blonde landing strip the way Amber always kept herself, maybe even a completely shaved pussy to hide the natural blonde hair. I certainly was NOT expecting a full red beaver.

"Holy shit..." I exclaimed.

She smiled and said, "Now, I believe you said something about shoving your cock up my ass?"

I felt a new twitch in my dick and my breathing became much more shallow. I felt the blood running out of my head at the realization that yes, this really was a girl named Alicia. Everything about her screamed Amber to me, face, body, lips. But it wasn't. I'd had Amber on the brain for so long that I was seeing her in other women.




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And now, with Alicia's obvious desire, all my little hang-ups and gamesmanship over Amber vanished into nothingness. Here was a hot babe that wanted to fuck. I was still confused about the whole Amber/Alicia resemblance, but fucking I could handle.

And I had to admit, fucking Amber vicariously through her doppelganger would feel really, really good.

Alicia grinned at my lustful gaze, pausing to slink out of her spaghetti-strap top and toss it away before reaching to her front-clasp bra. When she popped it the cups swung out wide under pressure, baring some big, beautiful tits to my view.

Even her breasts reminded me of Amber. She gave them a little jiggle for me, and at that point, I simply turned my brain off.

With an animalistic growl, I darted forward and tackled Alicia onto the bed. She laughed in delight, again a familiar sound, as I kissed her and rolled us around for a bit before sliding down until my head was over her crotch as I flipped her skirt up and out of the way.

I blew across her bush for a bit, watching the red hairs flutter slightly before I bent lower to her pretty pink pussy. My eyes rolled back in my head as I gave in to the sex act of tasting her.

Alicia moaned, wrapping her legs around my head and practically suffocating me as I began to eat her out. Her taste was heavenly, and I simply couldn't get enough of it, drinking and slurping and nibbling to my heart's content. She came at least once. I wasn't really paying attention, too lost to my own lust as I shoved my tongue in as far as I could go.

But once my jaw started to get sore, I got up to my knees. Reaching down and grabbing her hips, I flipped her over and positioned her on all fours. Alicia practically meowed at me as she wiggled her butt in my direction. I stopped to remove my shirt and then bent to her skirt, now the only piece of clothing either of us was wearing along with her strappy high heels. I lifted the hem up and onto her back, tucking it into her waistband before letting my hands rove back over her asscheeks.

"You gonna fuck my ass dry now?" She husked at me.

"We'll see," I said as I nudged the head of my erection at her brown star. "We'll see later." I lowered my aim and then slammed forward, burrowing my rod through her tight pussy and pushing until I was balls deep inside of her.

"Aaaahhhh!" she wailed as I took her. And before her first scream died out, I was thrusting again and forcing a new scream out of her throat. I took her roughly, pounding my crotch against her ass while she screamed at me to fuck her harder.

I lay my chest down against her spine, reaching my arms around and getting two meaty handholds on her tits. Squeezing them roughly, I yanked back on her as I rammed my hips forward, skewering her cunt on my iron hard dick.

"Fu- fu- fu-" she chanted, never finishing the word before I thrust again and caused her to loose her breath. At such a high speed, neither of us lasted very long.

My fingers turned into claws as I squeezed her breasts so hard I'm sure I bruised them. Alicia just barely beat me to climax, her hips suddenly jerking to the side as she threw her head back, red locks flailing in the air while I slammed myself in as deep as I would go and began spunking out my cum into her trembling body.

Her legs were wobbly when we finished, and her arms trembled from the exertion of holding herself up. I finally let go of her breasts, letting her fall face down on the mattress in a limp heap of flesh. Her red hair haloed in a wide circle around her and I watched her naked back rising and falling as she gasped for air.

But I wasn't done. My cock was still hard and would be going soft soon. But I didn't intend to wait for that to happen. As Alicia dropped, I slipped out of her. But no sooner did she land on the bed than I was spreading her asscheeks in my hands and forcing my mushroom head into her anus.

She was relaxed in the aftermath of her orgasm, but she tensed up at the sudden pressure against her sphincter. Too late, I'd already punched in to the crown.

Post-orgasm, my cock was terribly sensitive. Every millimeter of forcing my prick through her ass felt like coarse sandpaper against the delicate skin of my penis. I didn't care. I gritted my teeth against the pain and shoved deeper.

"Ugh..." she groaned, breathing shallowly as I continued my descent. Her pussy juice still on my cock was some lubricant, but not much, and progress was slow. She was incredibly tight. Even if this wasn't her first time, she hadn't had anything back here for a long while.

By the time I was fully embedded in her ass, the sensitivity had passed and her tight anal muscles had revived my hardness. So reaching down and gripping her shoulders, I began to fuck her up the ass.

"Ugh..." she groaned again as I began thrusting. I surveyed the naked skin beneath me, from her arms limp to the sides to the smooth curves of her back. I delighted in seeing her snow white ass being split in half by the angry purple of my cock shaft as I drilled in and out. And with that terrible grip on her shoulders, I closed my eyes and concentrated on fucking her.

I was fucking Amber. Really I was fucking Alicia, but in my heart I was fucking Amber. I was having sex with Amber, making love to her, and hurting her as hard as I could all at the same time. I wanted to be with Amber. But I resented her for leaving me and I wanted to punish her. And I was taking it out on Alicia's poor body.

Harder, I thrust down. Slowly, I pulled back only to begin the cycle again. It had to hurt. She wasn't lubed, and I was being anything but gentle. And yet, she moaned with each thrust, an aria of pleasure at being taken, even through the pain. And when I pushed down, she bucked her ass up to meet me.

It felt good.

IN... out... IN... out... DOWN... up... THRUST... retreat.

"Fuck me..." she whimpered.

"Fuck you..." I answered.

"Fuck me..." she cried.

"Fuck you..." I growled.

"FUCK ME..." she pleaded.

"Fuck YOU!" I yelled at her angrily. "Fuck YOU!"

I remembered the lingering sadness at Amber leaving me. I'd tried to drown it out in kinky sex with Brianna, but I never forgot how much I missed Amber. After a couple of years that sadness turned to resentment, and now that resentment was welling up inside me.

"FUCK YOU!" I yelled, feeling the hot splash of a tear on my cheek.

"FUCK YOU!" I cried, thrusting faster.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" I was sobbing as I was pistoning in and out of her poor, abused asshole. She wasn't even saying anything anymore, simply crying and drooling and lost to my assault.

In the end, I blasted out whatever was left in my balls. My cum splashed into her bowels, each successive thrust pushing more and more into the dark recesses of her ass. I poured out my soul into that orgasm.

When I was done, I collapsed heavily across her back. Somewhere along that fuck, I'd met and then crossed my physical threshold, pushing beyond my limits, and now my body was shutting down.

I felt the extreme exhaustion and dizziness taking over as my head lolled on the bed beside her, my cock still embedded in her rectum. And as my lips came to rest beside her ear, I mumbled, "Amber... I love you..."

And then all faded to black.

***

I awoke alone in my bed. In the past few hours, someone had cleaned me up and tucked me into the covers. All was dark outside. For a while, I wondered how I got here.

And then I remembered.

I remembered the sex. I remembered the pain. I remembered the final orgasm and how mind-blowing it had felt. And that was it.

No jumble of emotions.

No riot of images in my mind.

Just the peaceful clarity of a wonderful orgasm.

I breathed in deeply, feeling the wonderful cool breeze of oxygen filling my lungs. And then with a relaxed smile, I went back to sleep.

***

"Good morning, ladies."

The three of them turned to look at me from around from the dining table. Danielle smiled warmly. Cherys had a naughty grin on her face. And E-Beth smirked, "How'd you sleep?"

"Very well."

"And how was she?" E-Beth continued.

I chuckled. "No comment."

Cherys remarked, "None is needed. We could all hear you two."

My face paled. "What, it carried that far?"

Danielle nodded. "The whole house, and into the backyard. So yeah... everyone at the party heard you two."

I was now blushing as red as Alicia's hair had been. "Ahem... well, uh... where is she?"

Just then, the toilet flushed from the hallway bathroom. I turned to look and then the door opened. "Good lord, do you have any idea how much it hurts just to take a dump?" the new figure bitched as she walked out into the room. And then she saw me and stood up straight. "Hi David."

The flirty vamp from last night was gone. The severe makeup with the hard lines and overdone black mascara was gone, leaving nothing but her pretty face, clearly recognizable. Her hair was pulled back into a familiar ponytail, looking more strawberry-blonde than red in the morning light. She was wearing a casual set of pajamas that I recognized. And the clincher was the wire-rimmed glasses that she always wore in the mornings or when she was studying, perched right over her sky blue eyes.

I sighed. "Good morning, Amber."

For a long thirty seconds, we both just looked at each other. Then, Danielle was the first to announce, "I think we're done with breakfast, don't you?"

Cherys was quick to say, "Yeah. Uh, E-Beth, do you think you can give us a hand outside? There's still a lot of cleanup we need to do in the backyard."

"Right with you."

Hurriedly, the three girls scurried away, leaving Amber and I alone.

"Why?" I mimed around her head to the hair.

"It worked, didn't it?"

I nodded and started for the sofa, sinking down on one side while Amber sat down at the other end while facing me. "I knew it was you," I said quietly.

"Sometimes..." She had an enigmatic look. "I think there were three or four times you were certain, but by the time you started fucking me you weren't so sure."

I shrugged. "It was your bush. When did you grow it out?"

"This past year. I haven't had a boyfriend in a while so there really wasn't a need to keep it shaved down."

"You dyed that red, too?"

She nodded. "E-Beth's idea. She figured that no matter how good the makeup or contacts or dye-job was, a blonde bush would give everything away."

"Red is... I mean I like red... but..."

"I like the blonde better too," she managed a smile.

I sighed and we sat there in awkward silence for another minute. "Why, Amber? Why go to all these lengths to try and trick me?"

"I had to be with you, David. One way or another. You know I talked to Danielle and Cherys, Kevin and Jen, and E-Beth and they all agreed on one thing."

"What's that?"

"We needed to fuck. You wouldn't be able to clear your head until we did. And we couldn't fuck until you cleared your head. So we either get stuck in a chicken or egg cycle, or I dye my hair red and try to seduce you."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Is your head clearer now?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Then stop trying to make sense of WHY. Just accept that it worked."

"To what end?"

"The only end I ever wanted. To get us back together."

"I still don't understand why you want that so badly."

Amber sighed heavily. "I tried telling you on the golf course."

I looked down in resigned apology. "I don't think I was clear-headed enough to properly listen. Besides, every time we started understanding each other, it was time to hit another shot."

Amber chuckled. "I know. I don't think I've golfed that badly since I was fourteen." She exhaled and canted her head to the sides. "I was never happier than when I was with you. There are no clichés, David. Yeah, you're smart, handsome, and funny. But beyond that, when I'm with you I feel complete. When I'm with you I feel like I can just be me and you'll always accept me for it. So I'm a condescending snob sometimes. So I'm a bit of a slut sometimes. So I want to watch you plowing your cock up Maria's ass. So I want to get pounded by E- Beth's little brother. You accept it all. You love me for me. And on top of that, David, you will forever be the hero that rescued me... twice."

She hung her head. "That's why I never said goodbye. I knew I had to go to school. I knew I wanted to go to Stanford. I thought I could handle the separation. I would leave you with Brianna, who was the kind of girl you'd have fun with but I knew you'd always pick me over her in the end. We would take our break, sow our wild oats, grow up a bit, and then I would come home to you."

I winced, some of the old pain still coming back. "Great plan, but you never called me. You never told me you would be coming home to me if I just waited."

"I couldn't make promises. I didn't have the conviction to be sure I would come back to you. And once we were apart, it just hurt too much to even think about you. I... I had other boyfriends. I tried to lose myself in them. But I could never be happy with them... they just didn't measure up to you."

"I know the feeling..."

She managed a wan smile. "I'd like to think you never found anyone who would measure up to me..."

I sighed. "Amber, you did come really close to losing me."

"To who?"

I shrugged. "Cherys and Danielle."

"Should I be jealous of them?"

"Cherys is carrying my baby. They both will always be a part of my life."

"I can handle that. As long as I get to have you."

"Who says you get to have me?"

Amber's eyes looked pleading. "Don't you want me?"

I waited to feel the anger boil up inside me, the resentment.

But it wasn't there. I wasn't angry at her anymore. Maybe Jen was right; I'd needed to unclog my pipes and clarity would return. Somehow, last night had purged it from me. And all that was left was how much I always loved Amber. 

Amber had hurt me but cutting herself off from me. She'd come back and asked my forgiveness. She wanted to love me, to be with me, and the fact was that I wanted her as well. I could choose to resent her and be miserable, or I could forgive her and be happy. It was an easy choice. So with one last sigh, I nodded. "Yes, I want you. I love you, Amber."

"I love you too." Amber began to cry and I leaned forward, taking her head into my hands and I kissed her.

It was a slow, lingering kiss. It was a kiss charged with a low electric current that buzzed through our bodies. It was a kiss where our souls reunited, the kind they make romance movies out of. 

When we finally broke for air, Amber smiled happily up at me, both our eyes watery with happiness. Just then, her eyebrows screwed up. "Uh, before we really 'get together' get together, I have some confessions to make. I did some pretty crazy things over the past three years."

"Did you kill somebody?"

"Uh, no."

"Have a husband waiting for you in California?"

"No," she giggled.

"Then I don't care about the rest. Whatever happened to you over the last three years don't matter. I love you Amber. Always have. Always will."

She was beaming as I swept her into my arms and kissed her again. And when I pulled away, I looked deep into her blue eyes and said, "Now let's get to my bedroom. I want to make love with 'Amber' this time."

"Be gentle. I think my bruises have bruises right now."

***

SUMMER (August 2006)

"So everyone raise your glasses and please join me in toasting Kevin and Jen... Cheers dude!"

"Cheers!" *clink*

I sipped at my glass and then went over to hug the blushing bride and groom. 

Kevin pounded my back. "Thanks for not embarrassing me TOO much..."

"No problem. Just ignore the blinking webcam I have pointed at your bed."

"What?" Jen shrieked.

"Just kidding... dude..." I ribbed Kevin.

"Do I really say it that much?"

"Dude, like, you think? Dude?" I spread my arms and leaned back in a 'who me?' gesture. And then I stood up straight, reaching out my glass to Kevin's. "For real, congratulations."

*clink*. "Thanks"

"DAVID!!!" came a shriek from across the room. Danielle was waving at me from a nearby round table. Next to her, Cherys was standing up, her violet dress looking so much like a tent around her hugely distended belly. And between her feet on the floor was a wet puddle. She was a little early.

Wide-eyed, I glanced at Amber, who was sitting beside me. "Time to go."

With apologies to Kevin and Jen, who just waved me onward, I collected the girls and then we were racing to the hospital.

***

"Oh, she's soooo adorable," Amber cooed over the baby, hesitantly reaching out to run her finger over the little leg. "Aww... she has her mother's eyes..."

Cherys was resting but awake, her bed angled up as she held her baby girl in her arms. I looked up at her and our eyes met, a twinkle of joy on both our faces as we gazed upon our little creation.

Sitting on the side of the bed, Danielle stroked her lover's hand and at the same time reached out to touch the baby's cheek. "Hello little Ellie. Your parents are here."

***

FALL (September 2006)

Cherys and I stopped at our familiar spot. I was pushing the stroller, and Cherys went around to scoop the baby up and kneel beside the headstone.

"Hi Ellie. I want you to meet your namesake. I'm sure she'll grow up to be just as beautiful as you were." Cherys held up the baby's hand and waved it towards the headstone.

Little Ellie herself just looked around with brilliantly iridescent eyes and drooled a bit.

Cherys then smirked at me. "Of course, if you grow up to be that pretty, we might have to keep your dad away from you."

***

FALL (October 2006)

"Hello?"

"David! You'd better get the FUCK over here within the next TEN FUCKING MINUTES!"

"Cherys? What?"

"NOW!"

"What?"

"I just got back from the doctor's! She said I can start having sex again!"

"Oh..."

Cherys was panting with obvious arousal, even over the phone. "Can Amber come too?"

I sighed, "No. She's at the hospital tonight."

"Aww... but she's sooo good with her tongue..." Cherys whined.

"I'll make do with what I've got," I promised.

"You'd better," she growled. "You. Here. Fucking. *NOW*."

***

WINTER (December 2006)

Cherys and I stood together, watching the sun coming down over the horizon. In the warm tropical weather, a light breeze felt cooling and ruffled through our pure white linen attire. My shirt had the top two buttons undone and the pants stopped above my bare ankles. I liked the way the sand squished between my toes.

Cherys looked absolutely divine, with white flowers in her dark hair to go with the flowing white linen dress. The neckline was cut rather low, showing off her abundant cleavage. And whenever the light silhouetted her, I could make out every curve of her body. She held the bouquet tightly to her once-again flattened belly and smiled at me. "I can't believe we're actually here. I can't believe this is really happening."

"Believe it," I said encouragingly.

"Thank you, David." Cherys waved her hands at the whole setup. "This is perfect."

"You're welcome. But it's not just for you."

She nodded, and then we were ready. I tilted my head to the officiant standing beneath the white archway, and Pachebel's Canon began to play. Cherys and I both turned and looked up the white runner while our smattering of guests and family stood at attention.

Side-by-side, Amber and Danielle started their way down the aisle, dressed in their own white linen dresses. All three outfits were different and uniquely flattering to each lovely young woman. Hairstyles, bouquets, and jewelry all were different and all were beautiful. I was embarrassed with trying to look at all three of them at once.

My parents were openly crying; it's not often you see both of your children getting married on the same day. Well, Cherys and Danielle's was technically a civil union, but the bonds in their hearts would be the same nonetheless.




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Julie and Robert, Amber's parents, looked on proudly. I was just happy that they approved of me. And Cherys' parents, while not 100% thrilled with their daughter marrying another woman, at least seemed happy for us all. Besides, they were the grandparents currently holding the baby.

After Amber and I kissed, and Cherys and Danielle kissed, we all shared a look between ourselves. More kisses could wait until we were in private.

***

I'd heard that consummating a marriage on one's wedding day is often far from mind-blowing. You're exhausted from the ceremonies and pictures and once the reception ends your energy level just falls off a cliff.

I had to admit, I was just like most men in that I was dead tired by the time I got Amber into our hotel suite. To be honest, like most men, sex seemed like a chore that I simply HAD to complete, if for nothing else but my ego. And so like most men, I resigned myself to straining myself to get an erection, laying down a few dozen thrusts, and getting it over with as soon as possible.

But then, most men hadn't just married a woman like Amber. And most men don't have a wife who could suck cock like Amber. Thirty seconds after we hit the bed, she had me harder than an iron bar. And still wearing her wedding dress, she straddled me on the bed and impaled herself upon me.

"Oh, David! I love you," she gasped as she rode me.

"I love you too, Amber," I said weakly. "Forever and always."

"Cum for me, David. Cum and put a baby in me."

My eyes went wide and a surge of adrenaline shot through me as I thought about that. We'd timed things so that Amber would be off the pill and fertile during our honeymoon. And as I thought about my sperm wriggling their way into her womb, I gripped Amber's hips and started thrusting upwards powerfully.

She smiled and bent over to kiss me. I felt a little weird, but somehow it was appropriate that I was still in my shirt and she was still in her dress. Amber's tongue was in my mouth when she got herself off, moaning into our kiss as she came. And then with renewed focus she squeezed me internally, caressing and stroking until I blew into her wet pussy, sending my swimmers on their way.

We grinned and kissed happily, now fully joined together as man and wife. And at last, we finally stripped and then took a shower together, returning to bed clean and refreshed.

Most men can't do it twice on their wedding night. I suppose I'm not most men.

***

"Ohhh..." Amber moaned as she came awake.

The sound woke me up also. Well, that and the warm wetness surrounding my dick. I looked down to see a raven-haired head bobbing in my lap. Then I turned to the side to see Amber's eyes fluttering as she pressed Danielle's face deeper into her crotch.

Cherys popped off my cock long enough to smile and say, "Good morning!"

Amber giggled and exclaimed, "With everything going on last night, I forgot about this part of the plan!"

"Plan?" I groaned as Cherys went back to sucking me.

Amber turned her head to me and smiled. "Last night was for each couple. This morning is for all four of us."

Danielle lifted her head, licking her lips. "Sorry we slept in a bit. We've only got a couple of hours before we're supposed to meet the family for brunch." She grinned and then looked to Amber. "I'm so happy I have a new sister with such a great tasting pussy." And then she dove right back in.

For a while I just lay there and enjoyed Cherys' mouthwork. Just hours into my marriage and already all three girls were making plans without me? Then again... three girls... one dick. I suppose I couldn't complain. I trusted all three women to make my life wonderful.

At that point, I decided to take a more active role in our foursome. I reached down and lifted Cherys off my cock, flipping us over so that she was flat on her back as I started stripping away her brief bedclothes. When she was naked and panting, she reached all four limbs out to me. "Come to mama..."

I was quickly between her legs, kissing my way up her belly and to her breasts, eventually wending my way to her lips so that our tongues could intertwine. And as she moaned happily, I nudged my erection into her wet snatch.

Next to us on the king bed, Amber had already spun Danielle around so they could sixty-nine, their hands and lips roaming each other's bodies in a way that I always tried to match but could never quite accomplish. Girls just know how to do it a little differently.

With her hands clutching my shoulderblades and her legs wrapped around my ass, Cherys clutched her body to me, humping her hips urgently until she peaked and came, squealing happily before letting her limbs fall limply to the sides.

Danielle looked over to her new wife, panting from her own recent orgasm. "Switch?"

Cherys nodded and I rolled off of her, my wet cock jutting out stiffly in the morning air. Danielle paused and bent down to suck me into her mouth, humming happily. "I can taste you on him," she husked to Cherys, who just flashed a brilliant white smile.

Cherys settled herself on top of my wife, face-to-face and chest-to-chest. I watched as Cherys spread her legs, lowering her crotch down to she could rub her pelvic bone against Amber's, and with a shiver of delight the two gorgeous women came together for a happily exploratory kiss.

It wasn't the first time I'd seen them together. But the sight of my fantasy woman and my beautiful wife making out was still a thrill almost beyond my imagination. I smiled happily and then turned my attention to my loving sister, now lying on her back in Cherys' former place.

"Love me, little brother."

"Gladly." I settled over her and we both sighed happily as my shaft descended into her welcoming body.

Danielle looked up at me with open emerald eyes that glittered in the morning light. She ran her hands around my face slowly as I pumped in a steady rhythm. We didn't speak for the next few minutes. I simply lowered my forehead to hers and we listened to each other breathing heavily as I focused on feeling my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.

"So good," she moaned after we'd been going for several minutes. I panted out my agreement, unable to speak now that I was getting really close to cumming. Cherys' wonderful snatch had already worn me down, and Danielle began whimpering softly as I started pumping her faster towards climax.

"Cum inside me, David. Fill your sister with your spunk," Danielle groaned. "And then you can watch your wife eating it out of me."

That was all it took as I groaned and released, firing away with both barrels into Danielle's spasming pussy. Her whole body shuddered as she came from feeling my spunk entering into her body, laughing almost crazily as I bucked over and again, splattering shot after shot against her inner walls.

When we were done, we cuddled and kissed for a long few minutes, my dick deflating slowly inside of her. And eventually, when we both caught our breath, I pulled out and flopped onto my back.

Cherys came over, ducking her head to my limp noodle for a mingled taste of both her favorite flavors. And Amber made good on Danielle's promise, cramming her tongue into Danielle's messy snatch and then raising up to show me my own creamy jism on her tongue.

"Naughty boy," Cherys admonished me as she leaned over me, still caressing my prick with her hand. "Did you just cum in my wife?"

I grinned sheepishly. "I guess you could say I did."

"Well, you must make it up to me." Cherys then moved to sit on my belly, her wet pussy oozing love juices across my stomach. "You must pleasure my tits."

She hefted the round melons in her hands, the big globes never having shrunk all the way back to pre-baby size. I groaned in mock disappointment, "Aww..."

"No complaints. Suck!" She lowered a swollen nipple to my mouth. I wrapped both hands around and began slurping away. And when the floodgates opened and my mouth began to fill with melon juice, I started sucking harder and happily.

"Mmm... save some for Ellie," Cherys sighed happily. Her breasts were still sensitive and she was happily aroused by the sensations. "That little girl is an orgasm-inducing machine."

"Lemme taste," Amber said as she came over and latched onto the other one. Together, as man and wife, Amber and I suckled at Cherys' teats for a few minutes.

At that point, Danielle had recovered and sat up. "Hmm... three chicks and one cock, and that one out of commission. Whatever shall we do?"

Danielle was a bad actress. But Cherys played along in the same forced voice. "Hmm... oh, I know!" She then slipped off the bed, running naked out of the room. We'd gotten adjoining suites at the hotel, a private connecting door making for easy access that should have alerted me that our two couples would be uniting a few times during the shared honeymoon. When Cherys returned, she was sporting a new harness around her waist, a double-sided strap-on dildo with the smaller end already embedded in her own cunt.

"David, Amber, meet Fred the Second."

Amber just started giggling as Cherys clambered onto the bed, showing off the realistic looking head and veiny shaft. Cherys continued, "We picked one out based on David's cock." And then she looked at me with her trademark grin, "Only bigger, of course."

And without further ado, Cherys mounted Danielle and pushed her way inside. The new couple wrapped their arms around each other happily and began pumping away at each other like it was second nature.

"Aww, that looks like fun," Amber complained.

I motioned to my limp cock. "Wish I could help you."

"Not fair. Both of them already got to fuck you this morning."

I leaned in and kissed my wife. "That's because I saved the best for last. But I WILL need your help."

Amber grinned. "That's what I'm here for." With that, Amber slid down the bed and took me into her mouth. Have I mentioned how much I love my wife? Have I mentioned how good she is at this? In no time flat, Amber had me ready to go.

We settled into a comfortable missionary position, and for the third time this morning, I felt myself penetrating into a tight, wet pussy.

"Oh, Cherys! Cherys! FUCK!" Danielle came crashing over into a new climax beside us. And from the way Cherys was panting, the other end inside her own snatch was doing a good job on her as well.

As they relaxed for a moment, Danielle kissed her wife and said, "My turn." The two women then got up and went through the process of unbuckling and re- buckling their toy. Amber and I watched them get back into position, this time with Danielle on top. And then the room was filled with the arias of passion as both couples resumed their fucking motions.

"Oh... oh... oh..." Amber chanted each time I thrust into her. And with her hands clawing at my back, I drove us both up the proverbial wall of ecstasy and Amber bit down on my neck as she came, marking me and simultaneously giving me enough pain to shock me away from the edge of my own orgasm.

I felt a surge of adrenaline shooting through me and I bodyslammed Amber back into the mattress, dislodging her teeth from my neck while I fucked her hard through her climax. 

I was growling loudly as I pounded her. Amber was shrieking deliriously as the feelings swept through her body. And Danielle and Cherys weren't far behind, both of them announcing their pleasure with fresh howls of their own. I could only imagine how things must have sounded outside in the hotel hallway.

Afterwards, Danielle pulled out of Cherys and flopped onto her back. "Man, thrusting is hard work!" she complained. Cherys was just giggling in her post- orgasmic afterglow.

Meanwhile, Amber sighed and stopped my thrusting as she glanced over at the glistening phallus strapped to Danielle's crotch. "Can I try it?"

My eyes went wide in alarm and instantly my dick started to go soft. "On me?"

Amber laughed, "No! I want to ride it."

I chuckled and then slid out of her. "Have at it."

Amber got onto all fours and crawled over to Danielle. My sister panted in exhaustion, but held the cock upright while cautioning, "You're going to have to do all the work."

"I can handle it." And with that, Danielle straddled the fake cock before slowly guiding her wet folds down and around it. Once she got herself settled all the way to the base, she rotated her hips experimentally and then turned to face me. "It IS bigger, but I definitely like the real thing better. Your dick is so much hotter."

"Hey!" Danielle mock protested. "It's not the size. It's how you use it!" And with that, my sister began to buck her hips upwards while simultaneously reaching up to caress Amber's round tits.

"Mmm, your dick feels good Danielle. But not quite like David." Amber grinned and then yelped as Danielle pinched a nipple, sending Amber into another giggle fit. "I will admit though, you're very good with your hands."

"I know," Cherys cut in, directing Danielle to lay her head down. This forced Danielle to drop her hands away from Amber's tits, a fact that Cherys apologized for. "Sorry, but I need those hands on me right now."

With that, Cherys faced back towards Amber, then straddled Danielle's head and lowered herself into position. Danielle got the hint quickly, reaching up to guide Cherys' thighs. Danielle's tongue first went to Cherys' asshole while her fingers embedded into her wife's snatch.

Amber was still grinding herself on Fred the Second, and she looked back at me forlornly. "Aww, now my tits are lonely. Do you think you can pick up where your sister left off?"

I was about to leap into action, but Cherys interrupted. "I'm on it. After all, it was my wife who left you high and dry and my fault I took her away."

Amber tossed a wicked glance back at me before leaning forward and kissing Cherys. For her part, the raven-haired beauty brought her hands up and began pawing at Amber's breasts.

So there they were, three beautiful women in a sexual triangle, Amber and Cherys riding Danielle while caressing each other. They even had their replacement cock, and for a few seconds I whimpered pitifully. I wasn't needed, and with Amber stopping us just before I could cum, my cock was twitching rather unhappily.

Cherys started smiling with her eyes closed even as she was kissing Amber. She turned Amber's head to the side, prompting my wife to start raining kisses down Cherys' cheek and down her neckline. And when Cherys opened her eyes to look at me, there was a feral gleam in her luminous gaze.

She began whispering something into Amber's ear, and for her part, the gorgeous blonde just shuddered in an apparent orgasm around Danielle's fake cock in her pussy. Once she recovered, Amber pecked Cherys on the lips and then started kissing her way down Cherys' torso, pausing for a time at the Cherys' swollen breasts to get a fresh taste of baby-milk. But eventually, she moved further down until she was practically laying flat and forwards, her head beside Cherys' hips.

Once Amber was in place, Cherys leaned over my wife's prostrate body and put her hands on Amber's ass. Cherys looked up at me and husked, "Now David, you've been so patient. Come get your reward." And with that, Cherys gripped Amber's asscheeks and spread them wide.

The positions could not have been comfortable. Danielle was supporting almost all of both Cherys' and Amber's weight on top of her, and the two other women were folded over like so much of a naked pile of flesh.

And I was about to start fucking into it.

I retrieved the Astroglide from the honeymoon bag, and Amber was already moaning in anticipation. Danielle was grinding her hips, stirring the fake cock in Amber's honeypot while Cherys held open her anal gateway. With a relieved smile, I got into position, lubed up myself and my wife, and then began pushing my cock forward into my wife's ass.

"Oh, FUCK!" Amber groaned as she started to feel the double penetration. Cherys held her cheeks open all the way until I was balls deep in Amber's buttery asshole, and then she let go to wrap her hands around my head and pull me to her for a hot kiss.

When we broke for air, Cherys shivered in pleasure at the total eroticism of the moment, as well as Danielle's talented tongue, and then she began a running commentary to the other girls.

"Oh, I wish you could see this Dani! His cock looks so big and dark and hard as it stretches open Amber's little asshole. He's pulling back, and back."

"Fuck, Amber! I can't believe you can fit that entire thing up your ass while Danielle's got Fred Two in your cunt! And... oooh... lick that spot again Dani! Yes..."

"Oh, Dani, he's grabbing Amber's hips, lifting her up, and then pushing her back down. His cock is up Amber's asshole and he's fucking you with her! He's actually fucking her body on top of your dildo! Oh, FUCK! I love being a woman but sometimes I really wish I had a dick so I could feel what a tight pussy is like around my cock!"

Amber let out a guttural groan, and then next time I pumped my cock into her chute, she started cumming, moaning "Ohhhhhh!"

"Dani! Amber's cumming. She's cumming on your cock! David's pumping her ass and she's cumming! Can you feel her honey dripping down onto your crotch? As soon as she gets off, I'm going to lick all of her cum off your cock and then I'm going to lick all her cum from your pussy. Would you like that?"

"Ohhh... you DO like that idea. Oh, Dani! Shove another finger up my ass! Another! Yes, three, dammit! Fuck my ass with your whole fucking hand! Oh, sweetie, I love your tongue Dani!"

"Ohhhhhh!"

"Holy shit! Amber's cumming again! She just came a minute ago and now she's cumming again! Wow, you really like this DP stuff, don't you Amber?"

"Ohhhhhh!"

Cherys began moaning to join Amber's latest orgasm. "Oh, gawd. I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I reached up and pulled Cherys down, pressing her chest against Amber's back so that all three women were quite literally stacked one on top of the other. And while Cherys' hips bucked on top of Danielle's head, I rubbed at all the flesh in front of me, letting my hands drop all the way to Danielle, then to Amber, and to Cherys. I fucked into the middle of the three of them, gleefully splitting Amber's ass wide open while I got my hands on all three beautiful women. And finally, I hit my pleasure limit.

Cherys meanwhile, had recovered somewhat and she picked up her commentary. "David's grunting! He's grunting like he does before he cums! Get ready Amber! He's gonna fill your ass with his spunk! And I'm going to slurp it out of you! Here it cums!"

Right on schedule, I bucked forward and began filling my wife's ass with all my hot, creamy jism. Involuntarily, my hips twitched and fired another load. And another.

And another.

Amber was moaning her "ohhhs" constantly and Cherys was babbling something incoherently but very excitedly. And somewhere below, even Danielle was moaning despite no one actively stroking her.

I was gasping for air when I finished, and with my legs wobbly, I pulled out of Amber's ass and collapsed onto the bed. And like an unstable jenga tower with the critical block removed, the three girls toppled to the bed as soon as my cock exited.

Cherys fell backwards, banging her shoulders into the headboard. Amber was half-passed out after the double-penetration, rolling over onto her side. And Danielle was literally soaked in sweat, exhausted from supporting all the weight on top of her and half-suffocated. But there was no mistaking the silly grin on her face.

True to her word, Cherys started by deepthroating Fred the Second, making sure she got every drop of Amber's honey before unbuckling the harness and then shoving her tongue into Danielle's crotch.

My sister was so primed that Cherys had her cumming in less than a minute, and afterwards Cherys quickly bounded to a twitching Amber, rolling her onto her stomach and then planting her nose into Amber's asscrack while she began to hoover my cum directly from my wife's ass.




The Book of David Ch. 14



And it was just the start of my honeymoon with all three gorgeous babes.

I had such a fucking great life.

Amber was laying nearby, her chest heaving for oxygen, which did wonders for her twin peaks wobbling up and down like there was an earthquake. I reached out and held her hand. "Wow... I don't know if we can top that," I gasped.

Amber started laughing, and then turned her head to look at me. "Well, I promised E-Beth she could join us tonight."

I changed my mind. I had a fucking INCREDIBLE life.

***

I had to slap my own cheek to verify that I was awake and this was real. It couldn't be. I had to be dreaming.

Amber, Danielle, Cherys, and E-Beth were all lined up, standing on the floor with their chests flat on the king-sized bed. Four naked asses, glistening in the light. Amber promised me each asshole was already lubed.

"No pressure, David," Amber warned. "But we're not bringing any dildos to help you out. It's all on you to pleasure us."

Eight holes for me to play with, lined up in a double row.

Assuming I survived this, I had a fucking UNBELIEVABLE life.

***

WINTER (January 2007)

"Hi honey! I'm home!"

"Up here!" Amber hollered from up the stairs. I paused for a second to orient myself, trying to remember the layout. I still couldn't believe Amber's parents had bought us a house as a wedding gift. But I suppose marrying into a fabulously wealthy family has its perks. And more importantly, the house was just a block away from Danielle, Cherys, and little Ellie. "I'm in the bedroom!"

"Just where I like you, honey!" I called as I started up the stairs, loosening my collar in preparation for a good shagging.

The only thing was, Amber was fully dressed and sitting upright on the bed. I'd sort of been expecting her in lingerie, leaning back with her own fingers rubbing her pussy when I arrived. Still, even if she hadn't been planning on immediate sex, there was no mistaking the big smile on her face.

She held her hand out to me, an off-white stick of plastic in her hands. She rotated it over until I saw the two parallel pink lines. My eyes went wide as a new smile began tugging at my cheeks.

"That's right. I'm pregnant."

***

SPRING (March 2007)

"Cum inside me, David! Cum! Fill me with my little brother's spunk! Fill me with your incestuous sperm!"

My hands squeezed at Danielle's tits from behind, pulling her almost upright as I held my hips tight against her ass, my cock spewing load after load into her sopping wet pussy.

When I was done shooting, I slowly lowered her back until her she could support herself on the couch cushions, rubbing her breasts happily in my pleasant post- orgasmic mellowness. Eventually, I let go of her and backed away, my cock exiting her with a wet plop.

Danielle louvered herself up and onto the couch, massaging her knees against the rug burn.

"Who wants it?" I asked.

"Mmm, I do..." Amber giggled and got out of her chair at the dining table. At three months pregnant, she automatically covered her baby bump for protection as she walked around to the other side of the couch. Cherys faked getting angry while my wife settled between Danielle's knees and bent her head to begin slurping our mingled fluids out of my sister's twat. But just then Ellie started giggling and Cherys leaned down to fuss over her baby.

Danielle moaned, "It's SOOO not fair. David got both of you pregnant and I'm left to live a childless life."

Cherys snorted. "You're just like a guy. You get all the fun of playing with a baby and none of the damn backache."

Danielle shrugged, and then gasped as Amber hit a particularly sensitive spot.

"Besides," Cherys continued. "I know you. You don't really want a baby. It just turns you on to think about David's sperm swimming inside you."

Danielle's focus drifted as she sighed happily. "Yeah..."

***

SPRING (May 2007)

"Mmph," Amber moaned, her voice muffled by my cock filling her mouth. She was flat on her back, her head almost off the side of our bed while I stood and fed her my meat. She gobbled me up further, using her hands to tug my ass closer and shove every last inch into her mouth, and once she had me completely deep-throated, her eyes popped open as she came.

E-Beth picked her head up from between Amber's legs, her own mouth responsible for Amber's latest climax. And once Amber stopped shaking, E-Beth crawled over and stared her best friend in the face. "Okay, you got your orgasm. Now PLEASE will you let him fuck me?"

Amber let me out of her throat, coughing slightly before nodding. E-Beth quickly got onto all fours right beside my wife, and Amber fed my rock hard erection into the waving wet pussy just a few inches from her face. Once I got the head in, E- Beth started moaning and I rammed the last few inches in one thrust. Amber slid her head over beneath our joining, letting her tongue to wrap around E-Beth's clit while I was pumping the pretty woman, and quickly E-Beth was moaning up a storm.

Amber kept licking but she tapped my leg to get my attention and then indicated with her eyes to my bedside table.

I grinned and mouthed an 'I love you' to her before reaching out with my left hand and sliding open the drawer.

E-Beth had no warning before suddenly Amber was holding her asscheeks to the sides and I was squirting the lube into E-Beth's rectum. She had just stopped her own thrusting and was craning her head around to see what the hell was going on when I smoothly popped out of her pussy and slammed my cock up her ass. Instantly she whipped her head back forward and shrieked.

"Oh, I'm going to get you for that!" she screamed at both of us.

Amber was just laughing into E-Beth' crotch and I started pounding away. E-Beth didn't bother to try and get revenge, instead throwing her hips back against my invading cock before clenching up all her muscles and cumming, causing my own eruption into her asshole.

Later that evening, we both kissed E-Beth goodbye. "Cum again soon," Amber teased.

***

http://messaging.myspace.com/

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From: Claudine

Date: May 13, 2007 8:10 AM

Subject: RE: Two years...

Body: I KNOW. I can't believe so much has happened in the last two years. Your daughter, getting married, and now another baby on the way! I think I have a lot of growing up to do before I even think about those things. If what has happened to you is normal, my next ten years should be quite an adventure. You promise I can always ask you for advice about growing up, yes?

School is good right now, but it's more work than I thought. Are American Universities any easier? Maybe I should try to transfer close to you! Do you think Papa will let me move? Probably not, but I can hope! ;-)

Take care, write back soon, now get off the computer and go make love to your wife!

Thank you always my miracle,

Claudine

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I closed my laptop and turned back to the bed. With a little smile, I raised the covers and slid myself in beside the warm body of a beautiful woman.

Amber stirred awake as my lips ran softly across her cheek and lips.

"Mmm, morning, babe," she murmured with her eyes closed.

I stopped with the butterfly kisses and pressed more firmly against Amber's lips, stroking her cheek with my fingers and kissing her with urgency.

"Mmm!" she giggled and returned my fervor while my hands ran down over her breasts. "You're frisky this morning."

"Claudine ordered me to get off the computer and make love to you." My lips latched onto the side of her neck as my hands began to tug her pajama pants downwards.

Amber giggled again. "I always knew I liked that girl. Someday I hope I'll meet her."

"Someday," I mused. "But right now, all I can think about is you."

***

SUMMER (June 2007)

She was gorgeous. Her black hair was straight and smooth and hung like a silk curtain over her shoulders. Her face was a work of art, with high cheekbones and luminous eyes. Her light skin was soft and unblemished.

She was twenty-eight, with all the regal bearing of a confident young woman sure of her place in the world. Her tits were so big, even bigger after the baby. They still were so round and so indescribably magnetic. And as I thrust my hard cock into her clenching pussy, her irises flickered in the light, each hue more beautiful than the last.

As she floated on Cloud 9 in ecstasy, she intertwined her hands with mine and looked deeply into my eyes. "Will you give me another baby, David?"

I smiled and thrust again. "Let's get this one out of Amber, first."

"But you will?"

I nodded.

"Promise?"

I smiled and nodded again. And just like that, Cherys' eyes fluttered as her body trembled in orgasm. I wasn't far behind.

***

SUMMER (July 2007)

"I love you, David."

"I love you, Amber. Forever and always." I reached up and squeezed her breasts, already big to begin with, but she'd had to switch to double-D's by this stage in her pregnancy.

Amber rose and fell slowly, her big belly hanging out as she carefully controlled her thrusting on top of me. "Do you mean that?"

"You're my soulmate Amber. You know I mean it."

"I just like to hear you say it."

"I love you, Amber. I love you. Forever and always. I love you," I said in a low, quiet, but sincere voice.

She rose and fell on me, closing her eyes to hear my chant.

"I love you." Another stroke. "I love you... I love you... I love you..."

A few minutes later our love was shown physically, my eruption exploding inside her body and meeting a crashing wave of our own. We would be together forever. And even if my life had not gone exactly the way I might have thought, I could not argue with the results.

***

SUMMER (August 2007)

"Can you believe it?" Danielle touched my arm, pulling my attention but not my gaze away from the hospital bed.

Amber was resting but awake, her bed angled up as she held her baby boy in her arms. One of my hands was on my son and the other on my wife's arm.

"Believe what?" I asked absently.

Cherys hoisted Ellie in her arms and leaned over. "You do know what today is, don't you?"

I looked over and my brow scrunched up as I was seized by déja vu. "You mean?"

Amber beat me to it. "Today is little Ellie's birthday, too."

Danielle smirked. "Your son was born EXACTLY a year after your daughter."

I reached my left arm around Cherys and held Amber's hand with my right. Danielle snuggled into Cherys' other side, playing with little Ellie's leg. "Well, I guess it's fitting. We'll all be celebrating birthdays together as a family for a long, long time."

***

THE END