0 comments/ 21872 views/ 1 favorites Crushed By: asrespond (Note: this is not the end of "Crush", it is merely a state of heart in regards to a different woman altogether) * * * * * She kept insisting that this guy was just a friend, that she wasn't interested in him. That guy was an acquaintance of his, a friend of sorts. And now, he never saw him. On the way home from work, he had to pass by her house. Well, he didn't have to, but she lived next to the train station parking lot, and since he took the train... He would drop by occasionally, say hi, then leave. He did again tonight, this time in a deep funk, not really sure why. He looked at the buttons, careful to buzz the right one. They were so small and close together, and more than once he'd buzzed her neighbors. Today, he pushed the right one, and her familiar voice came through the speaker. Even through the terrible, tinny cone, he could hear the softness in her voice. "Hello?" "It's me." She buzzed him in and, as she had done for him for the last couple years, left her apartment door cracked open. He trotted up the stairs and paused at the heavy steel stairwell door. As was his custom, he tried to get to her door before the stairwell door finished closing with its loud "click" reverberating in the hallway. He opened the door, letting the momentum of the door swing it outward as he quiet-sprinted down the hall. This time, he just got there - he heard the click just after he started pushing on the apartment door. He smiled to himself. Now to pretend that he didn't just sprint-tip-toe down the hall and walk in. He took a quiet deep breath. Better. Instead of a scowl he wore on the street, he merely had a neutral face. He pushed open her door and walked in. She came out of the bedroom, folding a sheet using her hands and her chin, paused, and looked up at his face. "You okay?" she asked. She stood his height, 5'7", but built very thin, like Kate Moss. Her short dark hair was pulled back and tied out of the way. Like usual, she wore no makeup, just a lip gloss. He didn't answer. She sighed, put the sheet down, and walked to the table, sitting down. "What is it now?" He sat down. "I miss our being together. I really liked being able to spend the night with you a couple nights ago. I miss that." She sighed. She'd been trying to wean him off of her presence, but it wasn't working well. And honestly, the weaning needed to work in both directions. She loved him dearly, yes. But to be with him "till death do us part"? No. She got up and walked to the couch ("their couch" she still thought). "Lay with me," she asked him. He got up and shed his dark overcoat, laying it carefully across the back of the chair. He walked over, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor. He untied his shoes and pulled them off, then lay next to her. Snuggling, he found that spot between her shoulder and neck, that spot which he fit just right. He breathed her in. Her arms surrounded him, comforting him. She scritched his head ("like the way Snoopy likes"), his favorite comfort touch, relaxing him. He closed his eyes and adjusted his arms, snuggling closer to her, holding her close to himself. He moved down, just a bit, so that he could listen to her heart. She moved a bit to accommodate his wiggling motion. He paused, listening to her thumping heart. Odd, he thought behind his closed eyes, it seems fast. He froze. He moved down just a bit more. She tensed. "Come up here." Her voice seemed so far away. He buried his nose in her rib cage. She pulled on his arms. "What are you doing?" she asked, forcefully. "Stop!" His stomach clenched, bile rising to his throat. He wanted to vomit. He rose up and looked at her, furious, eyes piercing, reflecting anger. And hurt. "I smell sperm." He said it simply - his voice had no emotion, no inflection. "Let me explain, please." she pleaded, sitting up. "There's nothing to explain. I could smell it from your chest." he replied. "Did you tell him we just slept together too? Oh, wait, sorry, that's none of my business." He put his shoes on. He had difficulty tying them, both because he could barely see the laces and because his fingers were trembling. He stood and walked back to his coat. His footsteps seemed very loud and far, far away. He pulled on his coat. A present from her, he thought. As was his slacks, his shirt, his socks, even his underwear. He forgot about the watch she gave him, but it didn't matter. He pulled on the coat. "Please..." he heard behind him, coming from the couch. He walked to the door, sniffing discreetly (or so he thought). He turned the knob and pulled the door open. The quiet hallway greeted him. No neighbors. Not even the odd umbrella or shoes left by a doorway. His throat felt thick, swollen. He didn't trust himself to say anything. Stepping out, he reached behind him, not turning back, his hand finding the doorknob instinctively. It'd been two years that he'd been coming here. His hand found the knob without his eyes to guide it. He let the door close quietly, careful not to disturb the neighbors. He pulled open the heavy stairwell door. This, too, he closed carefully, the click quiet but reverberating in his head. He walked down the stairs. They seemed much taller than before. He did not vomit. Crushed Between Her Breasts Was this really the place? Nancy McCammon was looking at a small New Age shop on the corner of two narrow streets. 'Crystal Soul' was written on the door in bright pink letters. Whoever owned it had to be a complete flake. Still, Paula had said it was the place to go so Nancy put aside her reservations and walked through the door. A little bell tinkled overhead. A strange woman in a heavy black dress that looked like it belonged to the last century looked up at Nancy and smiled. "Ah, you must be Nancy," she said in perfect Queen's English. "Paula said you would be coming. So what would you like me to do for you?" ***** "He's a pig, a filthy evil pig," Nancy said as she met up with her friends at Pandora's Bar after work. The memories of what had happened at work still surrounded her in a bilious fog. "Hon, he's a man. They're all filthy evil pigs," Paula said. "No they're not," Barbara retorted. "The real creeps just give the rest a bad name." Brian Berliner was more than a creep, he was a... oh god... had he really come that close to raping her. Nancy had never liked Brian. He was the odious little toad that had been given the job she deserved. She'd been running the small IT section of Songswan ever since Clive Little had run off to god knows where. When Rob Hambly had finally got round to filling the gap he'd put one of his old university cronies in the role instead of promoting Nancy to the job she'd effectively been doing for the past three months anyway. No, apparently girlies couldn't be allowed to work with computers in case their tiny minds exploded from the technical overload. The casual sexism Nancy could have tolerated -- she still liked her job and the pay was good -- but Brian had turned out to be a groping lech from Neolithic times. They'd already lost two talented interns thanks to his grubby fingers. Fortunately he left her alone most of the time. Unfortunately, he wasn't shy of telling her why. 'Sorry Luv. I like my girls to have tits.' "So what did he do?" Barbara asked. "Last I heard you actually found an advantage to having small breasts. What changed?" "I made him look stupid in a board meeting," Nancy said, savouring the memory. Not only was Brian a groping lech, he was crap at his job as well. Most of his knowledge was five years out of date and he couldn't be bothered to upgrade it. There was no way Hambly would ever get rid of him, him being an old drinking buddy and all, but Nancy was more than happy to make him look like an idiot when the latest release fell flat on its face. "And being a man he obviously had to look for some form of payback to salve his tiny Cro-Magnon brain," Paula said. "Yeah, he pinned me against the wall in the supply room and groped my breasts," Nancy said matter-of-factly. It didn't do justice to what had happened. The memory of standing in the dark supply room and suddenly being aware of his presence -- reeking of cheap cologne -- behind her festered in her mind like a poisonous mushroom. 'You didn't have to say all those things in there,' he'd whined. 'You could have told me about the problems before the release.' 'I tried,' she'd said, 'but you kept reassigning me to basic maintenance tasks.' Then he'd pushed her forward, ramming her against the shelving. He was close enough for her to feel the stiffness of his erection pushing against the back of her thigh. 'You made me look stupid,' he hissed in her ear. 'No cunt does that to me.' Grasping hands came around from behind and painfully gripped her breasts with iron fingers. His erection felt more prominent as he pushed it against her leg. 'It'd be like doing it with a man,' he said in disgust, releasing her shaking body and stalking off towards the exit. 'Cross me again and I'll really fuck you up,' he said softly, before opening the door and walking back into the well-lit office. "You can't let him get away with that, girl!" Barbara said. "Sue his sorry ass for sexual harassment." "What's the point," Nancy said. "Even if I won I'd just be tagged as a troublemaker. I wouldn't be able to work again and Hambly's wily enough to send Songswan into bankruptcy rather than pay whatever damages they'd award me." "There's other ways of getting even," Paula said conspiratorially. "There's a girl I know who has certain contacts...." ***** "Leave it with me," the woman in the black dress said. "I will see to it that he is adequately punished." Nancy looked around the shop. There were shelves full of crystals and tacky statuettes of unicorns. It didn't really fit the mood. "What exactly do you mean by punished?" Nancy asked. The woman in black smiled and her brown eyes twinkled. "Wait and see," she replied. "My friends take great pleasure in teaching lessons to the more unpleasant members of the male sex. I think you'll find their methods most satisfying." ***** Nancy didn't have long to wait to find out who the woman in black's mysterious friends were. A few days later a new girl arrived at Songswan. "Hi Nancy," Janet from HR said. "This is Erica. She's one of our new interns. She's going to be working on some of the reports over the summer." Nancy looked up at Erica, and looked up and up. Nancy was tall for a woman and Erica easily dwarfed her. The new intern was over six foot tall and the word amazon fit her perfectly. She was wearing a tight red T-shirt and Nancy was shocked at the size of the girl's chest. Were those real? Looking round the office Nancy saw most of her junior developers had stopped what they were doing to stare in the direction of the new intern. She wasn't exactly surprised. How big were they? Did they even have a cup size that big? Nancy barely made an A and couldn't help but feel a little envious on seeing Erica's chest. Stop staring. The poor girl probably gets enough of that from every lech she runs across. "Hi," Nancy said. "I'm Nancy. I'm one of the senior developers here and I'll probably be the one setting you your projects over the summer." She took the new intern off Janet's hands and showed her round the office. Wherever they went heads swivelled round to follow them. At first Nancy was worried Brian had somehow insinuated himself in the HR department and got them to hire a piece of brainless office eye-candy, but after talking a little she was relieved to find the girl also had a brain to go along with her body. She knew her ASP from her C# and could probably be trusted to get some of the grunt work reports done. However, Nancy was a little concerned about the effect her new intern might have on the rest of her staff. Especially after seeing Chris, one of her junior programmers, trip over himself while trying to simultaneously look backwards and walk forwards at the same time. "Sorry," he stammered, pushing his spectacles up his nose and rushing off. Maybe big breasts weren't all they were cracked up to be, Nancy thought, watching as Chris looked back at them and fell over the photocopier. "You get used to it," Erica said. "Most of the time it's flattering and a little sweet." "The guys here are fine," Nancy said. "They're a little introverted and sometimes maddeningly awkward, but for the most part they're okay." She spotted Brian as he trundled around the office on his 'rounds.' "With some exceptions," she added. "I don't want to put you off working here, but I would advise staying away from him." "Oh. Why?" "His hands have a habit of touching places they shouldn't." Erica looked at Brian and smiled. Her face suddenly took on a very different expression from the excited student she'd seemed to be up until this moment. "I know," she said. Another girl entered the kitchen from the other side. She was also tall and very busty. A brunette to Erica's blonde. "He's the real reason why we're here," Erica smiled. ***** Some men are leg men. Other men are bottom men. Brian Berliner was most definitely a breast man. So when he saw the new intern for his department his eyes nearly popped out of his head. They were enormous. Her red T-shirt barely contained her overflowing mammary goodness. An honest-to-god Viking valkyrie with long blonde hair had walked into Brian's office. What had he done to deserve such good fortune? His right hand twitched in excitement. He longed to get a feel -- just a little cup -- of those breasts. What would it be like to dig his fingers into that soft, ample flesh? But first it was time for introductions. This was his department, he was boss and it was his duty as a good manager to make his new staff feel at home. Smiling happily Brian bounced over to where the new girl was waiting while the techs set up her workstation. Ah, this could be awkward, Brian thought, noticing Nancy was standing right behind her. He hadn't spoken to her since that supply room thing. He knew Nancy resented him for getting the job she thought she deserved. She didn't understand there was more to modern IT than just hacking code. You needed drive, vision and the business acumen to implement tomorrow's solutions today. That was far more important than knowing off by heart all the latest Microsoft specs. He had other people to do that anyway. Or thought he had until she'd deliberately made him look like an idiot in front of the board. This was a cushy job and there was no way he was going to let that flat-chested cunt take it away from him. Rob might be a mate, but he was also a ruthless fucker as well. He'd have no qualms about pulling the trigger if Brian fucked up one time too many. He'd been so mad when he'd confronted her in the supply room. He hadn't meant to grab and threaten her though. That was a heat of the moment thing. He had thought about apologising, maybe buying her a drink or something, but he hadn't got round to it in the end. It didn't seem to matter anyway as she'd been a good sport and not made a fuss. She was a professional; she knew these things sometimes happened in the high-pressure environment of the modern office. Brian wasn't interested in the moody cow at this particular moment anyway. Here was a gorgeous new intern and his hands were positively itching to make her acquaintance. "Hi, I'm Brian," he said, flashing her his most winning smile. "I'm the guy in charge around here." "Erica," the girl replied, smiling with fresh-faced innocence. "I'm the new intern. I'll be working here over the summer." "I'm sure you'll enjoy your time here," Brian smiled. "If you ever have any problems or just want a chat, my door is always open. We keep a nice friendly office here." "That's nice to hear," Erica said. "I much prefer working at a place that maintains friendly relationships between the staff." Was it him or did Erica emphasise 'relationships'. Intriguing. This might bear further exploration he thought. Brian went for his first grope a few hours later, when he and Erica were alone in the kitchen. He didn't see anything wrong with a little pinch. It was a way of showing his appreciation. It was only the feminazi's that spoiled everything. If they had their way everyone would have to walk around in sealed plastic bags. He stumbled -- an accident really -- and just happened to fall against Erica. It was purely accidental that while putting out a hand to steady himself he happened to cup her breast. Excitement surged up his wrist as his hand felt the soft globe of her breast beneath her T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra! His finger brushed against her nipple and he was surprised to find it was erect. He apologised for his clumsiness and gave her a wink as he moved away. Erica smiled back with less than complete innocence. Intriguing. Later, he was making a cup of coffee in the kitchen when he felt a little jolt travel up from his ass. Someone had actually pinched his bottom. Startled, Brian looked around. Erica smiled back at him and winked before leaving the kitchen. Intriguing. Very Intriguing. He got his second grope in the tight confines of the filing room. He'd put out hands to hold her sides as he squeezed by, but one had missed and come up against a ripe breast instead. Normally Brian would pull his hand away, apologize with a rakish grin and then move on. This time he didn't get a chance as Erica's hand came up and trapped his hand against her breast, forcing his cheeky touch into a full blown grope. Erica sighed and shuddered with pleasure. Now wasn't this a turn up for the books. "Men in positions of authority make me so wet," Erica said. "Is there some place private we can go after everyone's left?" Brian was so stunned he didn't really know what to say. Still holding his hand against her breast, Erica turned around. She grabbed his other hand and brought it up to rest against the soft globe of her other breast. She flashed him a dirty grin. "I always like to be on good relations with my boss," Erica smiled. "It makes life so much easier." She squeezed his hands against her soft breasts. "The supply room, five thirty," Brian said. ***** Nancy was hiding at the back of the supply room where Erica had told her to wait. "The show starts at five-thirty," she'd told her. "So what exactly is this show?" Nancy had asked. "I don't want to spoil the surprise," Erica had smiled. "Let's just say we find the most entrenched of chauvinists respond very well to humiliation." ***** Brian buzzed with excitement for the rest of the afternoon. There was no way he could concentrate on work. Instead he watched the minute-hand crawl round the clock, shuffled papers and read websites in the illusion of doing work. As soon as the clock hit the thirty minute mark he left his office and hummed as he walked along to the supply room. Erica was waiting for him by the door. She saw him coming and deliberately struck an alluring pose. Those breasts were something else, Brian thought. Sensible girl as well, he thought. She knew how the world operated. Keep your boss sweet and all kinds of doors opened up for you. Erica smiled as she opened the door. They were barely through the door before she gripped the bottom of her tight red shirt and pulled it up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Brian stood there and stared at her breasts in stunned appreciation. They were enormous. They were perfect. They were real as well. He couldn't see any scars and they didn't have that hard plastic look of fake breasts. Brian was a breast connoisseur. He had all the 'specialist' porn. Erica surpassed all but the mutants that fell across the boundary from hot to freakshow. Her breasts stood at that line, firm and proud as they challenged all comers. "You can touch them," Erica smiled. "I like them being touched." Brian held out his hand, hesitant at first, caught between the desire to feel that soft flesh and held back by a fear of desecrating something priceless. His hands cupped around her nipples, eliciting a gentle sigh from his valkyrie. He caressed and fondled around the circumference, feeling their warm weight against his hands. He tweaked her nipples, feeling them stiffen between his fingers. "Come closer," Erica said softly, taking his arms and guiding them around her narrow waist. Brian stumbled forward. He was a short man and Erica was very tall. He didn't have to stoop far for his face to be level with her cleavage. He was already bowing when Erica crossed her arms behind his head and forced his nose to dive into the deep fleshy valley between her breasts. This was fucking heaven, Brian thought, his face buried deep in the soft flesh of her chest. Her breasts were like two pillows pressing on either side of his head. He nuzzled his nose against both of them, smiling like a man who'd just won the lottery. A soft knock at the door jolted Brian from his pleasures. He jerked backwards with a start. Who the fuck was that? Erica smiled. "I invited my friend round. I hope you don't mind." She opened the door and another tall girl with massive breasts, this time a brunette, walked into the room. "Hi, I'm Eunice," the brunette said. Brian goggled as she pulled a purple top up over her head. "We like to play together," Erica said. "So when is he going to get naked with us?" Eunice asked. She pulled down her jeans to reveal a set of nicely toned legs. Brian didn't need any more encouragement. He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped his trousers around his ankles as the two hotties stripped in front of him. His cock was already straining against the elastic of his underpants. He finally got rid of the constraining nuisance and stared at the two naked girls in front of them. Their enormous breasts swayed before him like exquisite fruit, ripe for the picking. Pinch me, I'm dreaming, he thought. Nah, this was better than any dream. Erica slipped behind him while he stared into Eunice's ample cleavage. The two girls embraced with Brian sandwiched in the middle of them. He chortled with delight as his head was surrounded and buffeted by the four pillows of their breasts. Just when Brian was starting to worry he might actually get suffocated -- what a sweet way to go though -- they broke off the embrace with giggles. "You doing okay down there?" Eunice smiled. "You look a little flushed," Erica said. "Maybe you should lie down for a while." The next moment Brian was lying on the floor and watching the girls lay on either side of him with their heavy breasts jiggling around his erect cock. His dick felt like it was being boffed back and forth by multiple warm airbags. "And you do this at every company you work for?" he asked, incredulous. "Oh yes," Erica said. "We always like to get on the good side of our bosses," Eunice said. He didn't know which department she'd been assigned to, but he guessed the head was in for a very pleasant surprise at some point in the future. Brian was getting it first though. It was only right. "Now come here," Erica commanded. She lay back with the mounds of her breasts pointing up to the ceiling like miniature hills. Was it Brian or had her skin grown a little redder? The excitement must be making her skin flush. He could have sworn those breasts had grown larger as well. Must be his imagination. Brian climbed her peaks, licking and sucking at her nipples while he giggled like a giddy schoolboy. He plunged his face into her cleavage, rooting his nose back and forth like a pig hunting for precious truffles. At the same time Erica's hand slid down to his erection, encircling it and slowly moving up and down. A finger tapped him on the back. "I think Eunice is feeling a little left out," Erica whispered in his ear, following it up with a lascivious little lick. We couldn't allow that, Brian thought with a smile. He turned around. Erica sat up behind him and he sat back against her. Her breasts made fucking wonderful cushions, Brian thought. Her hands came round and played with his nipples, sending little jolts of pleasure across his chest. At the same time Eunice smothered his lap in her breasts. Brian closed his eyes and sighed as he felt them move around his cock. Eunice warmed him up, but didn't take him over the edge. Instead she stood up and began to run her fingers between the folds of her pussy. Wet juices ran down her hand and the musky aroma of her sex filled the air. Her skin also looked a little redder, Brian thought. Erica's arms came down and wrapped around his waist. She pulled him back until he was sitting right in her lap. Her legs came around and then over his. She hooked her feet against his calves and pulled his legs wider apart. She really was a big girl, Brian thought. He was tucked in her lap like a child or a doll with his head nestled between her heavy breasts. Crushed Between Her Breasts While Eunice fingered herself in front of him, Erica reached down and grabbed his cock. The two girls were having a real fucking effect on him. He'd never seen his erection get as large as this before. Smiling with contentment he sank back deeper into her cleavage, feeling the soft cushions of her breasts on either side of his body. Either side of his body? They were big, but they couldn't possibly be that big. Brian felt the swelling of her breasts all the way from his upper neck and shoulders right down to his lowest rib. How could that be? "Do you have him Eryx?" Eunice asked. Her voice had changed. It had picked up a discordant edge, like the echo of two pieces of metal rubbing together. "He's nice and snug Eunectis," Erica replied. What the fuck was going on. Brian tried to stand up, but Eryx had him firmly locked in her lap. Both her legs were hooked over his, pinning him to the floor. Her breasts were like two heavy duty balloons on either side of his body, their weight pinning his arms to his sides. "What are you doing?" Brian demanded. "She's about to serve me a cuntful of freshly squeezed man juice," Eunectis said. She could no longer be mistaken for human. Her skin was blood red in colour and her eyes were empty black pools. Two little horns poked out of her jet-black hair. Her breasts were massive beyond the most insane plastic surgeon's nightmares. Eryx brought up her hands and pushed them into the soft balloons of her breasts. Brian felt soft pressure all around his upper body. He couldn't struggle. He couldn't even move as her breasts squashed against him. He felt weird. The pressure pushing against him flowed right through his body and settled in his cock and balls. His erection visibly grew another inch before his startled eyes. Eryx grunted and pushed harder, squeezing Brian in the fleshy vice of her cleavage. He felt his body give way against the insistent pressure of her warm flesh. Despite this there was still something highly erotic about the way her breasts wrapped around and pressed against him. He came. It was a surprise to him. She squeezed and the orgasm squirted from him. He watched in amazement as his cock spurted a thin strand of semen into the air. That felt fucking good he thought. The pressure lessoned on his upper body as Eryx relaxed her breasts. "He's ready," she said. "Mmm, you're about to have one hell of an orgasm," Eunectis said, staring into his eyes with empty black pools. She sat down and straddled him. The squeezing had grown Brian's cock to porn star proportions, yet Eunectis's pussy gulped it down as if it was no more than a pencil. Her slick flesh slid down his cock and pulled him into her body. It was like sliding into a deep, limitless abyss. The emptiness pulled at his cock with a cold hunger that could never be assuaged. Eryx brought up her hands and began to push her breasts together again. Brian tried to scream and managed only a pathetic squeak. The pressure mounted all around him as he vanished deeper inside her cleavage. This time he knew it wouldn't end. Eryx gave an exultant cry and squeezed harder. The world was narrowing into a thin slit in between the edges of her breasts. "Yes, yes, give me your juice," Eunectis exhorted, bouncing on his swollen cock. Brian felt all his blood run down into his groin. His balls felt like two cannon balls. Still the pressure increased. Oh fuck it was too much. Brian felt his cock twitch and then he groaned as he fountained sperm up inside Eunectis's body. The relief was indescribable, like he'd relieved all the pressure with one pop. The pressure didn't end though. Eryx growled and then squeezed harder still. The fountain became a jet. Eunectis's vagina gulped it all down in strong, muscular waves. Brian felt dizzy and very weak. Still he couldn't stop. The pressure was relentless. Eryx was squeezing him like a piece of fruit. The other demon added her breasts to the vice as they embraced each other. Caught in the smothering warmth of their breasts Brian felt his body collapse in on itself as he fountained all his juice into the emptiness at Eunectis's core. The two succubi tightened their embrace, squeezing out the last few drops from Brian's helpless body. ***** Nancy watched in horror. She couldn't run or look away. Brian was hidden between the breasts of the two monsters. All she could see of him were his legs. She watched as they twitched, drummed against the floor and then fell still. The room fell into silence and stillness. Still Nancy couldn't run or look away. The two demons smiled with the satisfaction of sexual fulfilment. They stood up and a pathetically small and twisted grey shape fell onto the floor. "What have you done?" Nancy said with a little mouse's voice. "I thought you were only going to humiliate him." The two demons looked at Nancy with their empty black eyes and smiled. "We did want you wanted us to," Eryx said. "I didn't want this," Nancy said. She stared at Brian's emaciated corpse. "Yes you did," Eunectis said. "We saw it written on your heart," Eryx added, lightly touching Nancy's nipple with a long black claw. She was disgusted to realise her nipples were erect with arousal. Nancy recoiled from them, backing up against the wall. The room darkened and fathomless shadows slipped across the walls, floor and ceiling. A pool of darkness formed around Brian's corpse and the body slowly began to sink into it as if it had been claimed by a tar pit. "You owe us a favour," Eryx said. She licked Nancy's cheek with a long black tongue. "You don't have to pay right now," Eunectis said. A clawed finger lightly ran up the crotch of Nancy's jeans. "We'll collect later," Eryx said. The two succubi stepped into the dark shadows and were gone. Nancy was alone in the room with Brian's corpse. That too sank into the floor and disappeared, taking the darkness with it. Nancy slid down the wall and put her head in her hands. The darkness had left, but a cold chill still remained. It would be with her forever. Crushing I wasn't very popular in high school. I guess that I was relegated to the nonexistent group because I was shy and not forceful or boisterous. I considered myself more of an observer, but was not intimidated by the popular group. I would do my best to appear dignified, and cool, whenever in the presence of the popular kids. This was something that happened quite a bit, because my best friend from grade school happened to be one of the popular kids. His popularity did not rely on the approval of others quotient. He managed to have friends in all the groups, strata, of high school. He was so cool, that he didn't mind sitting at the unpopular table at lunch. When he did so, he seemed more unique than ever. So, it was easy for me to come across the cheerleaders, athletes, and really hot girls, even though they looked at me as though I were something blocking their view of a person or object of more importance. Vincent also spotted beauty in the girls that were relegated to second or third tier status. He knew that they would one day be considered attractive. And based on subsequent reunions and sightings, he was right. Although I really liked my friend, I was very jealous of him. He had so many conquests, and girls wanting to be his conquests, that scoring with the girls was never a problem for him. And although I saw many of these girls, either before or after he bedded them down, he never shared any of them with me. He never got them to get a friend for me. I was above average looking, but that shy persona was a deterrent. When these girls were in Vincent's sphere, they seemed horny and willing to do anything for him. A shy guy was too slow and not worth their time, I reasoned. He wasn't very tall, only about 5'7", and he had a smallish frame that was very fit. He didn't have to exercise much to stay in shape. Vincent had dark hair and dark brown eyes that undressed a girl in seconds. He seemed to calculate the girl in different outfits, then naked and waiting, wanting for him. He was a very good dancer. It was something that came very natural to him. Later on, I realized that girls equated dancing skills with bedroom performance. I, of course, did not know how to dance. Vincent had an ear pierced and always wore the latest cologne. I would look on in wonderment, and hostility, when girls I found to be unreachable to me, would act as if they were the ones obligated to being the pursuers of Vincent. There were voyeuristic snapshots of the "in" girls, acting like they were in heat. These scenes would serve as masturbation material for me. I certainly was living the thought of a sex life through his parade of lovers. These girls knew that they were in line, taking a number, waiting to be chosen, and that others had already gotten there. This fact did not bother any of them. During senior year in high school, we were both 18, and thinking about college, yet as graduation drew near, there were all sorts of people getting together as couples for the first time. There was certainly passion in the air. We were out at a party one night. I tried to vibe off the energy while I watched girls, that I thought were amazingly hot, intermingle with only "A" list kids. Vincent was floating around at the back of the living room with two girls hovering about him. A girl named Jill, who had spent some time with Vincent, came over and started to talk to me. She was very persistent in her pursuit of Vincent, but on the night she and he finally were alone, she was on her period and was only able to give him a blowjob. Vincent said she was incredible, swallowing him whole while paying such caring attention to his engorged member. "Eric, what is he doing with those two bitches?" Jill said. "I don't know. Want me to ask him." I said. Jill was borderline cute. What she lacked in beauty she made up for with an undercurrent of sluttishness. She was also eighteen and was planning on going into cosmetology. She had dirt blond hair and a somewhat elongated face. Her body seemed soft and her breasts were a bit pendulous. Her legs were long and her ass was a bit flat. Vincent had said he had not seen her naked. The blowjob was as far as they got. Even though her body was sensitive that night, she was determined to have and intimate moment with him. I guess her best features were her eyes and her hair. Eyes: very blue and mesmerizing if stared at to long. Hair: a wild tangle that made her look unpredictable. Her voice was throaty and always inviting. She like to flirt, but gave the impression that her horny radar was pointed somewhere else. She was one of the few girls that I talked to in high school. "I wasn't coming tonight. Changed my mind at the last minute. I was a little... didn't feel that great. Tell him I'm here, will you?" She said. "You don't think he's noticed you." "Just go... tell him I'm here." She said, as if saying to tell him she was there and wanted to get fucked. "He looks busy." I said. I was teasing her. "He isn't as busy as he is going to be." She said, flashing a quick serving of her blue eyes. I walked over to Vincent, bumped into a few perfumed bodies and then caught his attention. I pointed my thumb at my shoulder and shifted my eyes for him to look over it. He smiled when he saw Jill. I liked Jill, and really did not want to call her the least attractive girl I knew he gave his time to, but she was. I was happy for her though. She persevered on an instinctual, biological level. I watched him as he moved over to her, leaving two open mouthed girls staring at each other. Two girls who knew they had been bested by a girl of lesser beauty. He was talking to Jill, who was playing with his collar. The 5'4" Jill was wearing floral colored pants with a white blouse She wore a belt with a large buckle. The shirt was on loosely and covered her butt. Her heeled shoes were pink. They were about to leave when she whispered something in his ear. He paused for a second then nodded his head. He motioned for me to leave with them. There was only one thing to really keep me at the party and that was always a masochistic proposition. This girl I desired for a couple of years now, my crush, was there, but with her boyfriend. She always spent her time at the parties surrounded by her friends, while her boyfriend was off trying to out-drink every other guy at the party. I started to head towards Vincent and Jill as the music grew even louder. I glanced back at Olivia, and figured I had had enough crushing for one night. I needed a break. "Where we going?" I asked. "Don't ask so many questions." Jill said. She was drinking out of a plastic cup. She seemed very happy now. Vincent was quiet, as if he was preparing himself for an upcoming performance: the act of sex with a very horny girl. No matter how attractive the girl, he had his reputation to think about. If there were ever an unsatisfied lover, it could certainly affect his future with the girls. We got into his car. He was driving his mother's four-door luxury ride that had plenty of room for the three of us. I sat in the back seat and watched as Jill drank from her cup and chewed her gum very deliberately. She smelled very nice and that moment, she was one of the hottest girls in school. My thoughts were certainly partially clouded. In the back of my mind I knew that she was certainly one of the horniest, but not anywhere close to the hottest. Vincent drove to our school and parked behind the baseball field. There were a couple of cars parked by the softball field, but none by us. "Here." Vincent said. He handed me two beers he had brought from the party. "Take a walk for a few." He said. I was about to say something about having been made to come along, when Jill turned around. She was smiling so brilliantly, I was once again happy for her. "Don't go to far." She said. "Sure." I said. "Go man, go." Vincent said. As I started to walk in the direction of the school, I glanced back at them, and saw Vincent swoop in over Jill. He wasted no time. I passed by the cars near the softball field. I heard voices and saw the windows all fogged up. There was a bus stop with a bench in front of the school. I opened my beer and put it behind the bench. I didn't want anyone to see me drinking. I sat there with a hard on growing, thinking of Jill's sexy demeanor. I admired her prowess at getting what she wanted. "Got a light?" A voice surprised me. "No. Sorry. Don't Smoke." "It's... waiting for the bus?" The man said. He was tall and skinny and was wearing tattered clothes. "No. Waiting for my friend to finish fucking this girl." I pointed my head in the direction of the baseball field. "Why ain't you in on it?" "He... she wanted him." "Is it his girlfriend?" "No. Just some girl that is... always horny." "Man. Don't get all sensitive cause he's getting some and you ain't. Go back there when they done and act like you next. Girls like that. Certain nights, they want to be used like that." I kept looking back at the car. The man was not waiting for the bus either. I offered him the unopened can of beer, and listened to him talk about some of his conquests. He was certainly inspiring me to go back to Jill and look at her like I was indeed next. "Trust me. They get done fucking, if she's a real hoe, she'll put out for you too." He said. I laughed and agreed with him. I didn't think of her as a hoe, but maybe that was my mistake. I should have assumed I could have her. I felt that not having enough, or any swagger, was a hindrance. I needed to act as though I were entitled to it all. After about 20 minutes, the headlights of the car flashed. "See? It's your turn." "Maybe." I said. "No maybe about it." I said goodbye to the man and thanked him for his coaching. I walked over to Vincent and Jill confidently, as if indeed she was there for me. But with every closing step, I was losing my bravado. By the time I got to them, I was ready to slump into the back seat and think about going home and masturbating to what I imagined Vincent had done to her, but Vincent opened his door and stepped out with two cans of beer for himself. He was smiling. "Ready to go?" I said. He kept smiling and opened one of the back doors, as if he was finally gifting me with something special. I got inside the car and then my heart started to beat faster. Jill was in the back seat. Her face was glowing, and her clothing was disarranged. She was barefoot. Vincent closed the door and my head started to spin. "What..." I started to say. "Quiet, Eric." Jill said. She slithered over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. She smelled like flowers and felt very hot. I was still a virgin and did not feel it my place to take the lead with such and experienced girl. I think she knew this, and was willing to take charge here. Her lips were very slippery. I awkwardly bit her bottom lip, thinking this was the best way to make-out. I could feel her heavy breathing. My hands reached around her waist. She felt very soft. I noticed her belt was off. I was certain that paired with kissing Jill I was at least entitled to feel her boobs. My hands fumbled with the buttons on her blouse. She stopped kissing me and looked directly into my eyes as she deftly unbuttoned her blouse. She was braless. I wondered where her bra might be. Her pale skin was so comforting. Her tits were long, like her face, and skinny. They were heavy in my hands. I reached down and kissed her nipples. I licked her like a student conducting an experiment. Her skin smelled even better than her clothes. Instead of many flowers, the scent was of one particular flower. Her hand tilted my head upwards and we resumed kissing. My hands held tight to her breasts. They were keeping me anchored while a set of unfamiliar emotions invaded my reality. Jill nibbled on my neck and made me feel so special. I was letting her do everything. She reached down and started to feel me through my pants. I wanted to unbuckle them, but was hesitant and let her proceed. She unbuttoned my pants and slid down the zipper. Jill gently teased the band on my underwear with a long nail, before finally tugging them down a bit. I felt her warm hand on my penis. I was very hard. She bent her head and took me in her mouth. Her tongue felt so friendly, so right. I was certain that my 6 inches or so was not the biggest she had ever had, but I was also sure it was worthy of her. I mumbled something. I moaned. I was being treated so kindly, I thought. She was now using her hand at the base of the penis and working in unison with her talented lips. I waited for her teeth to make contact with me, but she was very experienced and not once did that happen. I was at her mercy, as she started to suck my dick like it was a lollipop. My neck snapped back and I banged my head on the window as I started to cum. This was my first assisted orgasm, and at that moment I could not have wished for a better partner. My load was explosive. Jill gagged for a second then regained her composure. I was startled. She swallowed the whole load. Her blue eyes: primal and sympathetic. She wiped away any cum that made it out of her mouth, but there was one spot that she missed. The image of her with my sperm on the corner of her mouth was indelible. I have used that as jerk-off material so many times since. I flashed the headlights to let Vincent know we could go. "You were great." I said. "Thank..." "Don't say it. Don't spoil it for me." She said. I looked at her with gratitude and was quiet as we waited for Vincent to get back. During the ride home Jill and I were silent. She was pensive and seemed satisfied with herself. Vincent was a little hyper, fidgeting with the radio, singing along with the music, and looking over to Jill. She smiled and looked out the window. I was just trying to relive the moment in my head. I did not feel spent. I wanted more from Jill, but felt that the night was over. As we got back to the party, I felt a sense of guilt. I really wanted my first sexual experience of any kind to have been with my crush, Olivia. We dispersed inside the party, each going back to his routine. It was only a few moments before Vincent was leaving again. This time he picked a very pretty girl who only kept company with guys. It was as though she had an entourage of guys during the school day. And here was Vincent, taking her all to himself. I didn't wait for an invite this time. I looked over to Jill, who just smiled at me. I shrugged and smiled back. She blew me a kiss. I spent the rest of the weekend wondering if seeing Jill would be strange, if either or both of us would look embarrassed, but when I saw her as we were leaving the lunch room, she acknowledged me with a familiarity I had never know from a girl. I returned her friendly greeting. Her best friend even said hello to me. I did not feel shy about what had happened. It all seemed to flow naturally. ***** As graduation was nearing, time seemed to be running out for any chance of ever getting to know Olivia better. She was in only two of my classes, but I had been in love with her since the first time I saw her: Sophomore year orientation. I only managed to speak to her a few times, and felt that we shared a certain similarity between us. She wasn't among the ultra popular, but she had a very impressive persona. She had her boyfriend and did not seem willing to look elsewhere. He was a borderline drug addict with violent tendencies. I thought he was wrong for her, regardless of my feelings for her. Olivia had curly brown hair, with a small patch of lighter brown hair at the top of her head. She was about 5'3", with and athletic body, even though she did not play sports. Her hips were full. She had a very firm and high ass. Her chest was average, but seemed very proportionate and balanced. For having so many curves on her body, her stomach was completely flat. Olivia had tanned skin that never showed any blemishes. Not once in the 3 years that I saw her on a day-to-day basis did she ever have a pimple. Her voice seemed older and belied her cheerful appearances, as if she had already gone though high school and was merely putting in an encore appearance. The prom had come and gone. I had decided not to go. I didn't think of asking anyone. Jill told me she would cancel on her date if I wanted. I almost took her up on her offer, but regrettably said no. There was another girl, Jill's best friend, who was of the same ilk, who hinted around that she needed a date. I knew it would have been a fun night with Lisa, who was 19 years old, but I was getting sick thinking about graduation and the idea I would never see Olivia again, so I decided not to go. Vincent actually went to two proms. He went to our prom, bringing some very hot woman. She was 20 years old and worked at some clothing store he went to. The following week he went to a prom with a girl from a rival school. His status as legitimate gigolo was forever cemented on those two nights. On the last day of classes, two days before graduation ceremonies, there was an informal dance thrown together. I wasn't going to go, but Jill told me that she wanted to dance with me once before saying goodbye to me forever. I agreed, and amid swirling thoughts of unrealized love, I went to the dance. I danced with Jill, who looked sad and happy all at once, and I danced with her friend Lisa, who whispered into my ear that Olivia had broken up with her boyfriend on the night of the prom. What did she know? I thought. She laughed at me as I moved away from her. Her laughter had a slight mocking tone. Could I commence to fight a battle I thought was lost? Olivia! I stumbled over to a deserted part of the gymnasium. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Vincent heading towards me. He was walking with a swagger I had never known for myself. "Eric, don't forget, I am having an after dance party at my mom's place. She is somewhere else tonight. Bring Jill and Lisa with you." Vincent said. "Really?" I said. "Both those bitches. Jill likes making out with other girls while a guy watches, then anything goes." He said. "All right." I said. I walked over to where Jill was. She was standing next to Olivia, who looked sullen and not very comfortable. Olivia was wearing a puffy blue skirt and form-fitting top. She had on blue heels. Her hair was an incredible display of curls. Her sad brown eyes looked straight at me when I walked over to Jill. I nodded hello to Olivia, and then got Jill's attention by tapping her on the solder. "Hey." I said. "Eric!" She squealed. She was a little drunk. She looked less attractive then usual next to Olivia. "Vin is having a party at his mom's place. She's not around. Do you want to go with me? Bring who ever you want. Where is Lisa?" I said. I made eye contact with Olivia. She was the one who I wanted to come with me. "Olivia?" I said, as I reached down and gathered my courage. "Do you know where Vincent lives? Would..." "Yeah. It's on my way home. I was headed there for a minute or so. Maybe I will see you there." She smiled, but did not let on anything else. For the first time in high school I felt I had hope for something that I really wanted. All the failures of the past were ready to be washed away. Olivia was available and I was sure I was going to find a way into her life. We said good-bye for the moment. I drove Jill and Lisa to the party. Jill was in the front with me and Lisa was in the back seat. They started to tease me about Olivia. "What does she have that I don't?" Lisa said. "You and I have been intimate. How dare you. I am not sharing you with anyone." Jill said. "Yeah. And you and me are going to have sex, and I am not sharing you with anyone. Except Jill." Lisa said. Crushing "How did you know I liked Olivia?" I asked. "Vincent told us, when we were all three in bed. I had an orgasm. Jill didn't" Lisa said. They were both a little drunk and excited about graduation. "Jill has a hard time getting off." "Shut up, you bitch." Jill said. She was laughing at the remark though. "I just need a little more time than some people." Lisa was a little sexier than Jill. Her face had a more natural and symmetrical look to it. She was about 5'8" and had a fantastic body. She had a shapely butt that she liked to sway down the halls. For not being one of the more lusted over girls, she had an unmistakable confidence. Her breasts were larger than Jill's and had a very feminine jiggle to them. She enjoyed wearing tops that pronounced the jiggle. Her hair was also dirt blonde, but slightly lighter than Jill's. Lisa had green eyes that had the aura of being both sympathetic yet selfish. Her nose had an upturned look that made her seem in a state of constant disgust. When she grabbed me by my loose fitting pants, she got my balls. It hurt a little when she squeezed them. She licked the side of my neck and bit me. Her breath was boozy. I was center stage with these two horny girls. I felt very fortunate. I could have forgotten about the party and just driven to a secluded area to let the night play out with Lisa and Jill, but Olivia was going to be there, and she was no longer in a relationship. I decided that I needed to focus all my energy in her direction. "You are making a mistake by choosing her over us. You get two with us. Don't you see that?" Lisa said. "Let him decide what he does." Jill said. We arrived at the party. The music could be heard from down the street. I was suddenly very nervous about approaching Olivia as someone who was interested in her. There were guys from our school and guys Vincent knew from outside of school. The girls seemed to be arriving in packs. I pulled Jill aside to talk with her before both she an the night got lost. "Please help me with Olivia." I said. "You don't want to be with me and Lisa?" She said, looking very serious, until breaking out in a smile. "You two are great. I never knew Lisa was so cool." "She lied about me not having an orgasm. I had a small one. Anyway, I will do... let me find your Olivia." She said. Jill disappeared into a crowd. Lisa was all of a sudden back at my side, joking with me. I discovered I now had feelings for her also. I really meant it when I said she was so cool. I felt foolish that it had taken me so long to realize it. She was so sexy and was seemingly pulling me away from Olivia. The fact that she was 19 years old made her seem way more experienced than me. "Really, you should let it go and hang out with us." Lisa said. "I don't... think I can." I said. "Don't you want to be there when Jill licks my pussy I can make her do anything," Lisa said. That stopped me. The look on her face was genuine. I sensed she really did want to show me a good time. She grabbed me by the hand and led me up the stairs. I was being pulled away from Olivia and was now helpless to stop it. I was submitting to Lisa. Her energy was so forceful, so in the moment. She smiled at me, sensing she had won. She opened the door to Vincent's bedroom. Sitting in a chair with her legs crossed and holding a glass of wine was Jill. "You made it." Jill said. "Lisa..." I said, trying to think of what to say next. "What about Olivia?" Jill said. "She's probably with her boyfriend." Lisa said. "What?" I said. "Don't be mad. We just wanted to get you worked up. You chose us though. You won't regret it." Lisa said. "That's right. There is no way you are going to regret choosing us." Jill said. I wanted to be angry with them for tricking me, but she was right. I had chosen them. The music was very loud and seemed like an uninvited guest. We were in Vincent's room. He had a king sized bed. The room was decorated kind of plain for a guy full of so much passion. He was never home enough to arrange it how he wanted. There was a small bar off to side. His mother was not home enough either to arrange his life. Jill and Lisa were mixing drinks, pouring whatever into large glasses. They handed me a glass. I drank it. It tasted dangerous. Fast. I drank only a little more. I wanted to remember this night. They started dancing very slowly next to each other. Lisa was taller, so she reached down and took Jill's face in her hands and kissed her. Jill reached around and grabbed Lisa's ass. I sat down in a chair by the bed and just watched. Lisa was taking control of the situation. They were both dressed very sexily. Jill had on a sparkly blue dressed that gave her body the affect of being more toned than it really was. Lisa was wearing a black leather skirt and had on a white top. Perfume was everywhere on them. I couldn't tell who smelled of what perfume. "Which one of us is hotter? " Lisa said. "Be honest or you get nothing tonight." "Well." I knew that I had to be very careful in the way I answered. "I thought Jill was very sexy because she is so horny all the time, but, please no offense Jill, I really like you a lot, you, Lisa, are insanely horny." "Aha." Lisa said. Jill didn't seem bothered by it. "What about looks." Lisa said. "Uh." This answer could ruin the night. "To be honest, each one of you has looked hotter on different days. Maybe it's the way you wear you hair sometimes. Or clothes." That answer seemed appropriate. I couldn't believe it. I was a virgin, and now I had two girls to chose from, or was going to get two in the same night. "What about tonight. Who is hotter tonight?" Lisa asked. "I'm not answering that." I said. "You have to." Lisa said. Lisa was easily hotter, but there was no way I was going to say that. "He's answered enough truthfully." Jill said. She saved the night. "He wins the prizes." "Who will be first though? Who will take his cherry?" Lisa said. I was very embarrassed when she said that. "I already sucked him off once. I should get him. He is already my property. You will have to wait." Jill said. "I am hornier and you know it." Lisa said. "Let's just let the night, the moment find its way." Jill said. They moved over to the bed and started to slowly undress. Heels were thrown in my direction, as were their clothes. I had two bras on my lap, as well as Jill's dress. Lisa had larger breasts that were very full. The nipples were small and dark. Her stomach had a little flab on it, but when she took off her skirt, I could see the rest of her was very smooth. Her legs were thick and her ass definitely had the right to sway down the hall any way she liked. It was a proud ass, toned and tempting. I had only seen Jill topless, and had fond memories of her pendulous breasts. Her pale legs looked soft but were skinny and slinky. They started to kiss. They were very familiar with the way things were developing. Fingers caressed skin. Eyes locked onto each other. Lisa whispered something into in Jill's ear. Jill got on her back and waited for Lisa to remove her panties before she straddled her face. Lisa had a very neat line of blonde hair. She was completely over the face of her friend. Jill licked and probed with her tongue. I was just sitting there, waiting for some signal that I could join them. I was not sure what to do. When Jill started to finger her self, I walked over and took off my shirt and removed my pants and shoes just as fast. I pulled off her thong and started to help her with her fingers. She was moaning. Lisa was quiet for the first time tonight. I started to lick at Jill's hairless patch. She was very wet. I squeezed her butt cheeks as I dug my face into her. Her thighs tightened around my head. My hard on was asking for attention. I righted myself. I guess it was going to be Jill after all. Lisa did not seem to mind. She was humping Jill's face. I started slowly and cautiously. I was face to face with Lisa who was still silent. Her eyes would close and she would seem to drift off. I tried to find a rhythm for Jill. She deserved the best I had to offer. The three of us had now been consumed by sex. The dance of earlier seemed as though it had taken place long ago. I was pushing harder into Jill who was taking it from Lisa and me. Lisa smiled at me, and without saying a word, she hinted that so much was going on. I knew she was having an orgasm by the way her hips drove harder in Jill's face. Her moans grew louder, intermingling with the beating music. Her eyes were wide open. She stopped her hip movements and maneuvered herself off of Jill's face, but was still in front of me. She looked at me as if commanding me to pair up with her. I decided that what I started with Jill, I was going to finish with Lisa. Actually, Lisa decided that for me with her facial expressions. I slipped out of Jill and moved towards Lisa, who awaited me with open arms. Part of me felt bad for Jill, as if I had betrayed her for another. I felt I should have been loyal to her for that first session of oral sex we shared, but what I felt for Lisa seemed more like love, if that was even possible, after having really known her for so short a time. "You're so... I love this." Lisa said. We started to kiss, and continued kissing for quite a bit. I figured she needed time to recover from her orgasm. Her lips pressed hard against mine. Her body was not as soft as Jill's. My hands played with her boobs as we kissed. I could have spent hours discovering her tits. I grabbed her ass and caressed it as if was something sacred. "You have no idea what this feels like." I said, offering her the most grateful look that I could summon. "Shut up, Eric." Jill said. "He's so happy." Lisa said, as she laughed. Her finger nails tracing shapes up and down my arms. She gently moved me on my back and got on top of me. Her actions were very deliberate. She was confident of who was in charge, of who the driver was. Lisa's eyes were doing the talking for her. Her hands pinned me down as she adjusted herself on top me. Her body felt strong and sure of its movements. Her vaginal muscles were tight and had secured me to her. She was instinctive and yet uncontrolled in her movements. Her boobs were bouncing the whole time. I looked up to her as though I was child, awed by the experience of sex. Lisa thrust herself as far into my hips as she could, sliding her wet pussy up and down the length of the only part of me that felt as though it mattered. She bent down and started talking into my ear. I could not understand what she was saying, but was agreeing with every word. I wanted to declare my love for her, as I held on to her ass cheeks, squeezing them as though they would deliver a secret. Her hair was in my face, and it made me feel blanketed by pure joy. The smell was more intoxicating than the drink they had mixed for me. I tried to still myself, to wait for an eventual explosion of release. I wanted to squeeze out every last bit of energy contained in body, with all my reserves coming to the fore. Suddenly, Jill reappeared next to me. She was for the moment solo, playing with herself. She started to kiss me as Lisa rode me. She was cuddling next to me, making little noises that worked in unison with the moans coming from the top girl. I reached down to Jill and inserted my middle finger inside of her. She took my hand with both of hers and started to direct the strokes. We smiled at each, as I continued being mastered by Lisa. I took in the entire picture of the three of us. I wanted to pause everything, and just give thanks for this unforgettable moment, to forever freeze it, inheriting it to memory, but there was no time. I felt myself cumming. It was a charge that I have never felt as strong again. Virginal rhapsody was playing out its final moments. "Lisa! Fuckin' Lisa!" I yelled, as I came for the first time inside of what I saw as a woman, no longer a girl. "Just... hang... on..." Lisa was saying, concentrating on her own pleasure. "There... it..." She let out her breath and rolled off of me. She was ecstatic. "I... just..." She said, laughing wildly. Jill grabbed my face and kissed me. "Olivia who?" Jill said. "I just want Jill and Lisa. Nobody else. You two are the best. The most amazing... this was amazing. I should just shut up." I said. "Be happy, Eric. I am." Lisa said. "No more crush." I said. "You chose well." Jill said. "What choice. She was still with that asshole." I said. "Believe me, if you had not followed me up the stairs, you'd be off somewhere right now fantasizing about this." Lisa said. ***** I couldn't believe that I had spent so much time obsessing over a girl that had her own life, completely separate from mine. The Olivia crush was not real. It was something I held inside of me to keep from believing I was completely alone. And yes, it saved me from many a sad night, to think of life with Olivia, but Jill and Lisa were real. They were young and wild and probably ill suited for love, but they were real. That summer, we spent so much time together, saying silly things to each other, going to strange places, all the while trying to reconnect with what we shared that first night. We gave each other so much our selves that summer.