Growing Up Audrey

Chapter Three

 

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The first time I went into the adult bookstore I almost chickened out. It had a back door in an alley and that seemed to be the one most people used, not the front door where anyone could see you going in our out. I'd been curious about the place because I'd been curious about sex. If a girl wants to be a nun, she goes to church. If she wants to be a doctor, she might want to visit the hospital. I wanted to be a slut, seriously. Sex was my thing and the only adult bookstore in town called out to me like Mecca to the faithful. I had to make the hadj, you know?

Being seventeen, I had an active imagination, and liked to invent romantic fantasies. Not the sort most people would imagine. I didn't close my eyes and dream of a tall, handsome stranger sweeping me off my feet. I liked to dream of the Sexual Jihad, the holy war demanded by the God of Sex and I was a loyal soldier corrupting the unbelievers. A sexual terrorist, that was my fantasy, and perhaps I should have taken it as a huge clue. Something was wrong with my brain, but I liked it. Fucking. Sucking. Seducing strangers away from their girlfriends. Stealing Stacy's boyfriends and telling her about it afterward…Fucking her…Oh yeah!

Now I had to make the pilgrimage and all alone.

"Hi!" I said, smiling at the man behind the counter. We were the only ones in the bookstore and I couldn't let him kick me out.

"Uhhh…Hi," he replied slowly, looking me up and down as I walked along a long aisle of cellophane wrapped magazines.

They were sorted by fetish, I realized, and amazingly sick! I'd never seen hardcore pornography before except on the internet once in awhile, and then only briefly. I'd never been much interested in the online stuff and the internet always struck me as a lonely place, something to do alone. I much preferred being with someone else, you know? Girls Who Eat Sperm. Anal Asians. Dildo Dolls. I read the titles as I walked past, drinking in the glossy covers with close-ups of cum spattered women and gaping holes.

It turned me on. Not the magazines themselves, but the place. The crappy fluorescent lights and the dull walls covered with XXX movie posters. The bleached floor and the musty smell that too much pine oil couldn't hide. It felt like a cave, someplace underground and far from the sun. Antiseptic sex. Cold and emotionless. An abortion clinic for the soul and I felt my nipples itching as they grew fat beneath my blouse. My pussy grew moist beneath my skirt and I hadn't bothered with panties; a thin trickle of juice stained my left thigh. I had butterflies in my tummy and swept my fingers through my loose hair, feeling the energy building inside.

"I'm Audrey," I said as I reached the counter and the guy had a small television. "What are you watching?"

"Um…" He stared at me and I didn't suppose a lot of teenage girls just walked into his porn shop and introduced themselves.

"Oh wow!" I grinned as I saw a display case full of dildos, vibrators, and butt plugs. "Can I try one?"

Another display case had drug paraphernalia in it. Bongs and pipes, little bottles of Rush, whatever that stuff is, and papers, roach clips, and junk like that. I had zero interest in any of that though. I didn't even like to drink. I saw a book rack, the tall kind that turn, filled with paperback books with dumb titles. There were playing cards with naked girls on them and that made me laugh. One whole wall held nothing but movies, sorted by fetish again. I saw some pocket pussies and rolled my eyes at those.

"What's the arcade?" I asked, looking at the sign above a darkened doorway. It had Christmas lights around it.

"How old are you?" the man asked, speaking like a normal person for the first time.

"Don't worry," I replied with a smile. "I'm not a virgin."

"But…" He swallowed hard and couldn't meet my eyes.

"Do you want me to prove it?" I asked him, pointedly looking around the empty store. "I will."

The guy might have worked in a porn shop and thought himself numbed by the constant exposure, but I knew the truth. He had bad skin and greasy hair, yellow teeth and ugly clothes. He had that job because it was the easiest one he could find. He'd made himself a home, a sanctuary from women who judged him too quickly, too harshly, and dismissed him without a second's hesitation. I'm sure someplace there are normal, well-adjusted men selling pornography, and women too, probably in those fancy couple-friendly stores that advertise in the Sunday paper…but we were a long ways from Kansas, Toto.

I could have crushed him like a bug.

"Take out your cock," I whispered, dragging my fingers along the glass as I circled around the display case.

"Alright." He swallowed so hard they heard it on the other side of town.

I stepped up, onto the raised platform on which he sat, presumably because it gave him a better view of the merchandise. A place like that probably had a real problem with shoplifting. All those men lurking about in their trench coats, the idea made me giggle and I showed the guy my tongue.

"I'm just gonna suck you," I told him. "But you can cum in my mouth if you want."

"Yeah," he whispered, sounding like a little boy as I knelt between his spread legs. He had an average cock, neither big nor small, and not even very hard.

"You jerk off a lot?" I asked him, closing my fist around the shaft and he nodded quickly. "I thought so. It's bad for you. God made girls for a reason."

"Ohhh…" he sighed and lifted his hips, pushing his penis into my mouth as soon as he felt my lips opening around the glans.

He tasted sour and salty, bitter with piss, but I have to say, I loved the flavor. A cock fresh from a shower might look nice, but it doesn't taste like anything. If they served men at Safeway, damaged guys red tagged after being dumped by old girlfriends, hot guys hanging around the deli, smiling at bored housewives looking for a bargain, they'd be clean and neat and shrink wrapped. Tasteless, but attractive; a cock you could bring home to Mom…That didn't interest me as much as this fallen angel. A porn freak working a crap job, jerking off six times a day because he loved women so much they terrified him.

When he looked at me, he didn't even see a girl. He saw a pair of tits or a tight piece of ass, a cunt and nothing else. Guys like that are a free lunch for girls like me. They might as well get the tattoo on their foreheads – "Own Me!" And it's not a man thing, don't get me wrong; it's a people thing. There are women out there who are just the same and when a guy comes along, someone like me, those poor girls bend over every time. There are a lot of guys like me in the world, but not too many women. It's not in our nature, I think; the female species. But I could be wrong.

I nursed on his prick for five minutes, stroking my lips up and down the shaft while he played with my hair. I gave his dick its first bath in three days probably, swallowing down his precum and going back for more. Nobody bothered us. Nobody bought a king-size dildo or a Beeline paperback. I heard the door open once and the guy sat up a little straighter, but I didn't stop sucking. If someone could see me, so much the better. The idea of getting caught blowing this guy in a porn shop turned me on like you wouldn't believe. My nipples burned and clitoris thrummed until I had to reach between my thighs and rub my pussy. I didn't cum, but I wanted to.

"I'm gonna…uh…uhhhhh…" he sighed, letting the air out of his lungs like a tire going flat.

His cock pulsed weakly, not so much shooting into my mouth, as drooling. His thin semen had a rich flavor though, I had to give him that. My mouth puckered around the pool of warm sperm and I swallowed all of it with one loud gulp. I looked up, opening wide and wiggling my tongue so he could see I hadn't been lying. The guy just blinked at me and I sat back on my heels and caught my breath.

"I'm gonna need some tokens," I said and he gave me a ziplock baggy full of them.

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"Audrey!" Stacy whispered, frowning at me over her shoulder as I pushed her down.

"Shhh…Just like that," I told her. "Don't move."

"But…"

"And don't talk," I said, "or I'll spank you."

My best friend had fallen in love with me and I wasn't above taking advantage of her feelings. I looked around the library and a dozen boys were watching us, some openly, others trying to hide their interest. Some of the girls were there too, watching with a rapt fascination they would've denied completely given half the chance. Hypocrites. I despised them really, even pitied them in some ways, at least Stacy was willing to submit herself to me. That's a sort of honesty money can't buy, only love.

"You look nice today," I whispered, sliding my hand up the back of her left thigh. "I love your skirt."

"Please…" she breathed, bent over one of the tables with her tits pressed against the wood and her head turned, eyes closed. I loved that pose.

Stacy had her arms on the table too, with her elbows bent and her palms flat. Only her fingers moved as she scratched at the tabletop nervously. I had my right hand under her skirt, my left pressing down between her shoulders as I stood to the side. When I raised the back of my friend's pleated skirt, a lot of our classmates had a perfect view of her white bikini panties. They were thin and loose, made of nylon and I flipped Stacy's skirt over the small of her back, keeping it out of the way as I cupped her hot vulva through her underwear. I squeezed her sex like a lemon and she rewarded me with a low moan, spreading her legs even wider and jerking her hips.

"You're hot as hell," I told her. "Wet too! Push your panties down."

"N-Nooo…" she groaned. "I'm sorry. Don't make me do this, Audrey."

"Sorry for what?" I teased her.

"Anything!" she gasped. "Everything!"

The eighteen-year-old senior lifted her head as I found her stiff clitoris through the flimsy material. Stacy was so excited; every protest she made had to be a complete lie. She wanted this even more than I did.

"Push them down," I repeated and I waited ten seconds, but she didn't move. "Or do you want me to leave you alone?"

"No!" she answered. "Don't leave me."

She could barely get her panties below her ass because I refused to let her up. I kept my hand on her back and I didn't need that much from her anyway, only the demonstration for our friends. Stacy pushed her panties down, exposing her sweet round ass and most especially her pussy, plump with arousal and decidedly moist. The smell of her filled my nose and I pushed her panties down the rest of the way, to her knees where they were pulled taut.

"I love your pussy," I whispered, bringing my hand back to Stacy's cunt and this was the point. I just wanted to have sex with her in front of the kids we'd be graduating with in less than a month.

Our adolescence was almost over and we had time for one last prank, the best one yet just to prove once and for all that we were better than our friends. The time had flown by and I'd had a hundred different boyfriends, but only one girlfriend. The time had come to show her off and confirm the rumors. A lot of people suspected Stacy and I had been lovers, but we'd never proven it. She'd begged me not to embarrass her. Poor Stacy, if she'd only embrace her feelings and accept them, there would be nothing to be embarrassed about. I'd tried to tell her that; now I had to show her.

I rubbed her pussy and slipped my middle finger inside her vagina, watching the faces of the boys and girls staring at us. I finger fucked the girl until she came, and it didn't take long. Stacy knew where we were, she knew people were watching. Her body burned with humiliation and she wept real tears, I could see them pooling on the table. She shivered as I added a second and then a third finger, pumping her slippery hole with a loud and distinctive shlop-shlop-shlopping that left no doubt in anyone's mind how excited she must have been.

Stacy came with a gasp and I let her stand up with the sudden tension, but only so I could hug her with my free hand holding her tits, squeezing them through her top while her pussy nursed on my fingers. The juices ran down her thighs like she'd pissed herself and the girl almost collapsed beneath the avalanche of pleasure. Stacy turned her head, seeking my mouth with hers and I gave it to her. I kissed her deeply, fucking her panting mouth with my tongue as I gripped her cunt with all four of my fingers curled inside her.

"You're free, Stace," I whispered. "You can do anything now."

"I love you," she said, blinking at the tears in her eyes and I smiled at that.

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"I can't believe you totally outted me like that," Stacy pouted later. "God! Everybody knows about us now!"

"That's kinda the point," I replied. "You liked it anyway."

"What am I supposed to tell Jerry?"

"Ask him if he wants a threesome," I suggested.

"I'm serious," she said and I had no idea why she liked that guy.

"So am I."

"Half the school saw us. I can't believe you did that to me."

"You're going to break up with him anyway, right?"

"Not a week before Senior Prom!"

"Why not?" I asked. "That's the best time."

"Shut-up!" Stacy took a deep breath and would've crossed her arms over her tits except she was busy driving.

"See? That's why I didn't want to be the Prom Queen," I said. "It's too much stress."

"I won't be the Prom Queen after today."

"Don't pout."

"You fingered me!"

"I made you cum," I reminded her, thinking Stacy couldn't be too angry if she could come up with a pun like that. "What are you complaining about?"

"We did it in the library."

"You're still the prettiest girl in school."

"The prettiest lesbian maybe," she sighed. "That's what they'll think."

"Everybody likes girls." I shrugged. "We're supposed to be bisexual, it's in our genes."

"I never know what you're talking about," she said. "Ever notice that?"

"Not really."

"Well, make a note of it."

"We could go together," I suggested. "Dump Jerry and I'll pick you up."

"No."

"I mean it, Stacy. I'll wear a tux and everything."

"I know you mean it," she said. "I have no doubt that you mean it, but I'm not gonna ruin my prom just for you."

"Words hurt, you know." I pouted and Stacy only laughed at me. "Turn up here. Take a left."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"Josh's house."

"Oh." Stacy bit her lip. "Just him?"

"Mark's there too," I said. "Kyle, I think. Why?"

"No reason."

"You can hang out if you want," I suggested. "The guys won't mind."

"And watch you have sex?" Stacy shook her head. "No thanks."

"We could have sex. They can watch us for a change."

"No, I should…"

"Come on," I said. "Three guys jerking off while we fuck? Tell me that don't turn you on."

"I'd be too embarrassed."

"That's why you like it," I said, laughing at her as Stacy's cheeks turned pink. "You're so gorgeous, Stace. I wish I was a total lesbian sometimes."

"Really?" She looked at me. "You're weird."

"Yeah, but you love me anyway, Miss Prom Queen."

"I wish I didn't."

"Go out with me," I said. "I'll buy you a corsage."

"No."

"I'll rent a limo."

"No."

"I'll get us a room at a motel by the airport."

"I'm going with Jerry," she told me. "And yes, I know you fucked him."

"He's a cheating bastard, Stace."

"I know."

"Good thing you didn't let him fuck you," told her with a grin.

"I know."

"You like Josh, don't you?"

"What?" she gasped. "No!"

"He likes you," I said. "A lot."

"He does not."

"He does too. He asks me about you all the time."

"He loves you, Audrey," she sighed. "He doesn't even know I'm alive."

"So does Kyle," I told her. "And my brother."

"Don't even think about it."

"You need sex."

"I'm just dropping you off."

"Three hot college guys?" I laughed lightly. "You are gonna get so fucked this weekend, Stace!"

"I don't want to have sex with your boyfriends," she said. "I'm serious."

Like I believed that? Yeah right!

"Me and Stacy are going to spend the weekend with you guys," I said. "That's cool, right?"

I stood behind my best friend with my chin on her shoulder, hugging her from behind as the three boys smiled at us. I slid my hands up Stacy's cheer top and grabbed her tits, firm and braless beneath the nylon, and I squeezed them gently. It hadn't been that hard to talk her into it; she'd had a crush on Josh since seventh grade and I'd finally decided to do something about it.

"Audrey…" she whispered, turning pink with embarrassment as I tried to pinch her stiff nipples.

"Yeah. That's cool," Josh agreed, sweeping his brown hair out of his brown eyes and looking decidedly hunky. He'd grown up big and healthy, like his two friends, and Mark was the handsome one while Kyle just looked yummy cute.

"So turn off your phones," I told them. "No girlfriends allowed except us or we're taking off and you guys won't get to watch us have dirty, nasty, lesbian sex."

"You're going to be our girlfriends?" Kyle wondered with a grin, still holding the controller for the X-Box he'd been playing.

"Nope!" I said with a giggle. "You guys ever heard of the robot game?"

"What's the robot game?" Mark asked and the three boys were looking at us with confused smiles.

"It's simple," I said. "From now until Sunday night, Stacy and me are going to be your personal robots."

"We are?" Stacy laughed nervously.

"Uh-huh." I nodded. "You guys can tell us to do anything and we'll do it, no questions asked."

"Really?" Josh grinned at me.

"What's the catch?" Mark wondered and Stacy had already started blushing.

"There is no catch," I replied. "I'm totally serious."

"You guys will do anything?" Kyle asked, looking back and forth between us and I nodded.

"Audrey," Stacy whispered. "You can't be serious!"

"Shhh…" I pursed my lips. "It's gonna be fun."

"Anything we want?" Josh repeated Kyle's question and I nodded.

"All weekend," I agreed. "Do you guys want to play or not?"

"Why?" Mark asked, knowing when something sounded too good to be true.

"Yeah," Stacy said. "Why?"

"Why not?" I shrugged. "I always wanted to be a robot, didn't you?"

"Uhhh…maybe?" she said with a giggle. "God! Just no weird stuff. I'm not gonna do just…anything."

"Don't worry," I said. "You guys aren't into weird stuff anyway, right?"

"No," Josh agreed quickly. "I'm not."

"Me neither," Kyle said and we all looked at Mark.

"What?" he asked. "Fine. Nothing weird, but you guys can't change your mind either."

"We won't," I promised, looking at Stacy. "We're gonna be good robot girls, aren't we?"

"I guess so," she said slowly. "Um…I have to call my mom."

"You do?" Josh grinned at her.

"I just have to let her know I won't be home," she said. "She worries."

"You're eighteen!" I said and Stacy made a face.

"Right! Like that makes a difference?" she asked. "What did you tell your mom?"

"That I'm spending the weekend at your house!" I said with a grin. "Want me to talk to her?"

"God no! You'll probably tell her I'm going to be having a slumber party with three college guys."

"I don't think there's gonna be a lot of slumber involved, Stace."

"And, um…" Stacy sucked her lips for a moment. "You guys have condoms, right?"

"God!" I laughed at her and the guys looked at each other.

"I'm not on the pill," she said with a sheepish shrug. "They were making me fat."

"You and that stupid prom," I sighed, knowing that's the reason she'd stopped taking birth control. Stacy wanted to lose three pounds or something equally ridiculous and the girl didn't weigh anything!

"What?" She frowned at me over her shoulder. "I have a right to look good, Audrey."

"You're the hottest girl in school!" I snorted and that wasn't a lie, although I have to admit that I was biased. Still, she hadn't been elected Prom Queen by accident!

"Yeah, um…" Josh nodded. "I think there's a couple in my parents' bedroom."

"We could buy some," Mark suggested and Kyle shrugged.

"Get a couple boxes," he agreed. "I mean, if it's important."

"Yeah," Stacy said with obvious relief. "It's pretty important to me. Thanks, guys."

"You're such a retard," I whispered into her ear.

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"What are you doing?" Mark asked me as we sat in the parking lot outside the drug store. We'd volunteered to go buy condoms and I tore the plastic off one of the boxes, smiling at the twelve foil packets inside.

"I'm going to perform some surgery on some condoms," I told him, unzipping one of the small pockets inside my purse.

"What's that?"

"Ah-ha!" I grinned at my brother and held up a safety pin. "Perfect!"

"Audrey…" He smiled back at me. "What are you doing?"

"Just this…" I said, putting the condom on the dash of Mark's truck and poking through the center of the packet a dozen times.

"Don't do that!" he said. "You're making holes in the rubber!"

"No kidding, Sherlock!" I stuck out my tongue and gave him the condom. "I hope this works. Does it look okay?"

"I guess so," he replied, turning the packet over on his fingers. "But…Are they still going to work?"

"I don't think so," I sang softly, poking holes in another condom.

"Oh, don't do this, Audrey," he sighed. "It's not funny."

"Catholic girls are the worst!" I told him. "And Stacy's gonna end up a nun if we don't help her."

"How is this helping her?" Mark asked as I gave him the second condom.

"Ever seen a pregnant nun?"

"She's your best friend!"

"That's why I have to do it," I replied. "It's too important to trust to anyone else."

"We can't do this to her," he told me as I punched tiny holes through condom number six.

"Yeah, we can," I told him. "Just don't tell Kyle or especially Josh."

"Why?"

"Because they're too nice."

"And I'm not?"

"You're my brother," I said with a grin. "You have to do whatever I say."

"It probably won't even work," Mark said, looking at the handful of condoms as I gave him another one.

"Keep telling yourself that," I said. "While you're fucking her all weekend."

"What if she gets pregnant?"

"I dunno." I shrugged. "She won't get an abortion, I know that much. Halfway done, put those back in the box."

"You're mean."

"It'll be good for her," I decided as I opened the second box. "It's Stacy fault anyway, she was never fat."

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"Yeah!" I grinned at my brother, sitting between Josh and Kyle while we watched him fuck Stacy doggy style on the floor of the den. "That's sexy!"

"Ummmm…" she sighed, pushing her ass back to meet my brother's hips. "That feels good. Uh-huh! Like…That…Mark! Ohhhh…"

"You're beautiful," Mark said, holding the girl by the hips and staring down at his latex covered penis as he worked it back and forth inside her pussy.

My brother had wanted to fuck her as soon as we'd gotten back from the drug store and since Stacy and I were being good robots, she couldn't say no even if she'd wanted to…and she didn't. Stacy had only fucked three guys in her entire life, seriously, but we were going to double that number real quick! I held two hard cocks in my hands, Josh and Kyle as they sat naked on either side of me, and I jerked them off slowly while they waited their turns.

"Look at her tits," I breathed. "That's so awesome."

"Stacy's hot," Josh said with a nod, enjoying the way her heavy breasts were swaying beneath her flushed body. Stacy had beautiful tits, proud and pale and topped with chubby pink nipples pointing at the floor.

"Audrey's hot," Kyle whispered, drawing my eyes and then my mouth as he kissed me. I opened for the boy's tongue and he closed his sky blue eyes while we made out for several minutes.

I spread my legs wider, putting my knees over theirs as Josh and Kyle both decided to play with my pussy at the same time. They were playing with my tits too and having four strong, gentle hands touching my body felt wonderful for me. I tingled all over and imagined my brother getting closer to his orgasm, those dozen pin holes in the tip of the condom already leaking some of his potent sperm into Stacy's innocent womb. She had no idea what was going on inside her, only that it felt amazing having Mark's long, thick penis stretching her sexy cunt. Jeeze! That turned me on for some reason.

"Oh! Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Mark announced, pumping Stacy with short, quick strokes to make her grunt like a baby pig.

"Good thing he's wearing a rubber! Huh, Stace?" I asked breathlessly, but she couldn't answer me as the girl collapsed with her face on the carpet and her ass in the air. She'd never been fucked by anyone not in high school before.

"Ummmm…" Mark groaned, arching his back as he threw his cock one last time into the depths of Stacy's tight pussy.

"You're next Josh," I said. "Let me up."

I'd put myself in charge of the condom situation and Mark left his cock inside Stacy while I opened a packet for Josh and rolled the damaged condom carefully down his erection. My brother stroked her back and rocked his hips, sharing a smile with me as we both imagined his semen leaking out of the rubber. The boys had been studying hard all week since it was finals time at the college and they probably hadn't even jerked off in anticipation of the weekend. I'd promised to take care of them, even though they had their own girlfriends and everything, and I'd especially made the boys promise to take care of me…and Stacy, as it turned out.

"Oh!" I blinked as my brother pulled his semi-hard cock out of Stacy's hole and the rubber had broken completely.

"What?" Stacy asked weakly, lifting her head.

"It's a lot!" I said quickly, pulling my fist down Mark's shaft and peeling the rubber off with my fingers. "He really filled that rubber up! Good thing you're protected."

Mark made a face and Stacy was going to see the shredded condom in a second, so I did the only thing I could.

"Mmmm…" I said, pushing the latex into my mouth and chewing on it like a piece of bubblegum. "Don't wanna waste it!"

"That's so gross!" Stacy said with a breathless giggle, but she had no idea my brother had just dumped a big load of ball juice inside her pussy.

How can a girl not know that? Stacy had to feel it, but she'd been cumming too and I guessed it wasn't that easy to separate one hot, wet sensation from another, especially when she hadn't been expecting Mark to cum inside her. I wondered if all those condoms were going to break like the first one and I decided I'd have to stay close to her all weekend just to make sure she didn't find out if they did.

"Don't get up, Stacy," Josh said, taking Mark's place and lining his cock up with Stacy's pussy. "You look sexy as hell like that."

"Uh, thanks," she replied with a red-faced giggle. "This is so weird."

I stayed right there, pulling the girl's butt cheeks apart and licking her sweaty skin. Stacy didn't mind and neither did anyone else as I pushed my face lower, extending my tongue so I could lick her asshole while Josh fucked her pussy. Mark decided to take advantage of the situation and slide his naked cock into my pussy at the same time, leaving Kyle to sit on the sofa and jerk off. He didn't do that for long, however, and soon found a spot in front of Stacy so she could suck his cock.

The orgy had officially started and except for a few hours sleep here and there, the odd pizza delivered seemingly at random, we didn't stop fucking until Sunday night.

The hard part had been keeping Stacy from finding out about the condoms. Poking holes in rubbers with a safety pin works a little too well, as I discovered to my chagrin, meaning it didn't really work at all. They kept breaking. The final tally was thirteen broken condoms out of some three dozen and I thought those things would be a little tougher than that. Luckily, neither Josh nor Kyle said anything, but not because they were in on the joke – they just didn't want Stacy to get pissed off and leave! Boys are so cool. So the four of us conspired to keep the girl from finding out and even with hot spunk literally dripping down her thighs, she didn't have a clue!

The trick was to keep her busy and most especially to keep her clean! I spent most of the weekend eating Stacy's fresh creampie while one or more of the boys kept her attention on their cocks. She must have thought we were ganging up on her because whatever we were doing, Stacy was always the center of attention. I just wished we'd had about ten more guys to nail her, but that would have freaked her out probably. She really was practically a virgin and like she said later…

"God! That's the most sex I ever had in my life!"

"It was fun, right?" I asked her, kneeling by the side of the bathtub and washing her body.

"It was great, but…" Stacy closed her eyes and smiled. "I'm totally sore. Did they even fuck you?"

"A couple times," I said. "You went through three and a half boxes of condoms. You should be sore."

"How many is that?"

"About forty!" I laughed as her green eyes opened wide and then she laughed too.

"Don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Who am I gonna tell?" I asked. "Jerry?"

"Oh God! Audrey…"

"I'm teasing," I said, massaging her puffy vulva beneath the hot water. "I'm not going to tell anybody anything."

We didn't say anything for a few minutes and we just enjoyed the intimacy of Stacy's bath. I massaged her gently and would have gotten in the tub with her, except it wasn't a very large one. We'd had enough sex anyway and this was all about making Stacy feel better, that's all. She'd taken a serious fucking from three big college guys, practically non-stop over a weekend, and I stroked her flat tummy wondering if she had a souvenir to bring home to her parents. I sure hoped so.

"Hey, um…None of those rubbers like broke or anything," she asked slowly. "Did they?"

"Huh? No, not at all," I answered. "Why?"

"I don't know," she said with a sheepish smile. "Sometimes it just felt kinda…"

"Kinda what?" I narrowed my eyes. "Wet? You were cumming all weekend, Stace."

"I know," she agreed. "It just felt kinda weird sometimes. Like they weren't even wearing rubbers."

"Heh!" I giggled and rolled my eyes. "That's cause I bought the good ones! Extra thin. You weren't supposed to feel them at all."

"Are you sure?" She bit her lip and I realized Stacy was really worried about it.

"Yeah," I said. "I swear, you didn't even get a drop of sperm inside you."

"Good," she sighed, nodding her head and leaning against the porcelain with a smile. "I'm like two weeks from my period."

"I know," I told her. "Don't worry about it. You had a good time, that's all."

"Thanks Audrey."

"Hey! What are best friends for?"

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A month later we were sitting outside under a clear June sky, listening to some special guest reading a speech about how bright the future was now that we were graduating high school.

"Hey," Stacy whispered, leaning close and almost knocking my cap off.

"Shhh…" I frowned at her.

"I missed my period."

"What?" I widened my eyes innocently and it seemed like a strange place and time to want to talk about that.

"…and remember that the exuberance of youth must always be tempered with responsibility…" the guy on stage said and I couldn't help but smirk.

"I'm ten days late," Stacy whispered. "I don't understand it!"

"You didn't make Jerry wear a rubber?" I asked, hiding my mouth behind my hand.

"I didn't even…" she lowered her voice as Carol and Vicky turned around to glare at us. "I didn't even do it with him."

"Well…" I shrugged. "Who did you do it with?"

"Nobody!" she breathed, grabbing my arm through my graduation gown. "Audrey! You said none of the rubbers broke."

"Shhhh…" I hissed, forcing myself to frown.

"…you are the hope for the future," the guy continued and he loved to talk. "As you leave your childhood behind, bring with you that sense of awe and wonder, hold fast to your dreams and use them to inspire your own children someday…"

"I like this guy," I said with a giggle, but Stacy looked ready to cry.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Wow!" I said, lying on my tummy between Stacy's spread legs. "There's a baby in here."

"It's not funny!" she said, looking down at me as I played my fingers around her belly button. We were both naked except for our panties.

"I'm not laughing," I told her. "I'm smiling. See?"

"Stop being happy!"

"You're gonna be a mommy, Stace."

"I know."

"That's so cool," I sighed, kissing her taut belly. "You should name it after the father."

"I don't even know who the father is!"

"Mark Josh Kyle Junior," I said with a giggle. "That's a nice name."

"God!" Stacy closed her eyes and I kissed lower, working my way down to the waistband of her pink panties.

"I think it's amazing," I told her. "I'm going to be Aunt Audrey."

"You told me none of the rubbers broke."

"Don't start that again!" I sighed. "It's too late to start blaming anyone. You've got a baby to worry about."

"Maybe I should get an abortion," she suggested and I looked up quickly.

"Really?"

"No," she sighed.

"Good," I breathed a sigh of relief. "You scared me for a second there."

"I have to keep it, but…"

"But what?"

"I can't go to college if I'm pregnant."

"Why not? Pregnant girls go to college all the time."

"I can't even leave the house," she said. "It's embarrassing."

"You're embarrassed because you're pregnant?" I stared at her. "You're eighteen, Stace. It's perfectly legal."

"I'm not married!" she retorted. "God! I haven't even told my mom yet."

"What's she going to say?"

"She's gonna kill me."

"You need to relax," I decided, finding her panties with my fingers. "Lift your butt."

"Audrey…"

"Let me kiss it," I said, tugging her underwear down. "I'll make you feel all better, I promise."

"You made it worse! I can't believe I let those guys fuck me."

"You wanted it," I reminded her. "You weren't complaining at all."

"You think they know?"

"Know what?" I asked, exposing Stacy's pubic mound and I kissed her curling pubic hair.

"That one of the rubbers broke," she said. "One of them has to know, right?"

"The one who knocked you up?" I shrugged. "Maybe. He might not have noticed."

"Yeah!" she snorted. "What a jerk! He didn't even say anything about it."

"Maybe he just didn't want you to worry," I suggested. "They all like you."

"This sucks so bad," she said, finally lifting her butt so I could pull her panties all the way down. Stacy's pussy had already gotten wet and she wasn't nearly as unhappy as she wanted to be.

I kissed her stiff clitoris, pinching it between my lips and making her gasp. Stacy's hands went to my head, her fingers digging into my hair as I started eating her pussy the way she liked it. She seemed so beautiful to me then, even more than she'd been before getting pregnant, like the girl had a sublime radiance that her words couldn't deny. I was honestly surprised that nobody else had noticed it yet.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Which one of you guys wants to marry Stacy?"

"Huh?" Mark stared at me while Josh and Kyle blinked at each other.

"One of you three knocked her up," I explained. "So one of you has to marry her."

"That's what Stacy said?" Josh asked.

"Not the marriage part," I said. "But the pregnant part, yeah. It's definitely one of you guys."

"She probably fucked a lot of guys," Mark said and I hit his arm. "Ow!"

"Shut-up!" I told him with a frown. "She's not a slut."

"I'll marry her," Josh said.

"We can't marry her," Kyle said at the same time. "We hardly even know her."

"You've known her since she was nine!" I said. "What do you want?"

"Maybe she doesn't like any of us," Mark offered. "I mean, she's probably kind of mad."

"I said I'll do it," Josh repeated. "I like her a lot."

"Well, I like her too," Kyle said. "The baby's probably mine anyway."

"Yours?" Mark snorted and Josh grinned at him.

"I've got strong sperm," Kyle said with a shrug.

"I fucked her first," Mark said. "It's probably mine."

"I fucked her twice as much as you guys," Josh said. "There's no way it's not mine."

"What are you guys arguing about?" I asked, looking back and forth. "You all want to marry her?"

"Stacy's nice," Kyle said.

"She's hot too," Mark agreed.

"And definitely sweet," Josh decided. "I'll marry her."

"Just like that?" I rolled my eyes.

"What?" Kyle frowned. "You just said one of us has to do it."

"I didn't think you'd give in so easy though," I told him. "What's the matter with you guys?"

"We like Stacy," Mark said. "She's pretty awesome."

"She was the prom queen," Josh sighed. "Fuck."

"So you guys are retarded," I said. "Okay. I get it. If I tell you to jump off a bridge…"

"Well, of course we have to go out first," Josh told me. "I mean, I'll marry her if we love each other."

"Me too," Kyle agreed. "What's her phone number?"

"Why?" Mark narrowed his eyes,

"So I can ask her out," the boy answered.

"I'm going to ask her out," my brother said. "I fucked her first, so…"

"What's that got to do with it?" Josh wanted to know. "I liked her first."

"Huh?" Kyle frowned. "What's that supposed to mean? I like her too."

"Wait," I said, holding up my hands because this conversation hadn't gone the way I'd expected at all. "All three of you want to take her out?"

"That's kinda how it works," Josh said with a grin. "We go out a few times, talk about stuff…"

"Like how many kids we want," Kyle said.

"…and figure out if there's anything there," Josh continued. "What else can we do?"

"One of us made her pregnant," Mark said.

"But…" I frowned at them. "What about me?"

"What about you?" Kyle asked.

"I don't know," I sighed. "I just…This is weird."

"It's your idea, Audrey," Josh said with a shrug.

"It was always your idea," Mark agreed and he knew me too well.

I should have been happy. I mean, the whole idea had been to get Stacy hooked up with one of the three boys. I sort of hoped it would be Mark, but only because…I didn't want to go there. Suffice to say, all three of them were genuine nice guys. My brother couldn't really be blamed for not ratting me out on the condom thing, he hadn't been able to say no to me since we'd hit puberty and I'd taken his balls into protective custody. All three of them were good looking, they were smart and going to college, they were relatively unattached and they all liked Stacy a lot.

And she liked them, so…What was the problem? My plan was coming together and all Stacy had to do was pick one to fall in love with. I knew she could make one of them fall in love with her. Jesus! Stacy was gorgeous. Sexy, funny, bright, fun to be around, great in bed, and blessed with more common sense in her pinky than most girls have in their entire bodies. I loved her like my incestuous sister and whichever boy she picked, I'd already fucked him, so she didn't have to worry about that. They were probably the only three guys in the world she could really trust…The big condom scandal notwithstanding. It wasn't their fault that those stupid condoms had been defective!

So why wasn't I happy when my three boyfriends started dating my best friend?

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You can't be serious," I said, looking down at Eric as he knelt in front of me.

The romantic restaurant should have been a clue, but he wasn't even my boyfriend. I didn't have one of those. People were watching us, other couples smiling and whispering, enjoying the unexpected display of ultimate affection. Eric held the velvet box open so I could see the small diamond glittering with promise.

"I love you, Audrey," he said. "Will you be my wife?"

"But…" I swallowed hard, glancing around and suddenly feeling uncomfortable being the center of attraction.

Jack Carter caught my eye, looking handsome as ever as he sat with his wife. An older couple and one I knew well, I'd often babysat for the Carters as a teenager. Jack had always driven me home afterwards and I still remembered those long, hot rides in the backseat of his Mercedes. The man had a wonderful cock.

Nathan smiled at me from across the restaurant, dressed in his waiter uniform and doubtless remembering the other night when I'd fucked him in the men's room. My date, a young man named Carl, had been boring me to tears. I'd taken revenge later, making him suck the sperm from my well fucked pussy in the ladies room. He'd been too naïve to realize all that milky fuck slop he'd swallowed belonged to another man.

There were others present as well. Steve sat with his girlfriend and I'd banged him at a frat party a few weeks before. My very first one now that I was a brand new college freshman. Him and about two dozen of his frat brothers had pulled a monster train on me and put the video on their "Hall of Shame" website. It had been a good party, especially since I'd been the only girl they'd invited. I loved college.

Lance tried to split his attention between me and his blushing bride, Callie, and I'd been the going away present at his bachelor party. One last piece of strange before marriage, that had been me, but I'd let him fuck me again just before the wedding too. Callie had asked me to be her Maid of Honor since Stacy had gotten pregnant and felt shy about her tummy. So I'd filled in and posing for all those wedding portraits with her new husband's semen trickling down my thighs had been fun. Come to think of it, I'd fucked Lance just after the wedding as well, giving him my ass for a wedding gift between the Best Man's speech and cutting the cake.

Martin didn't look too happy and I wondered if he didn't have his own plans to propose. I'd been seeing him off and on for several months after graduation, but I couldn't be serious about the guy. I mean, he sat there with his mother! An attractive woman to be sure, but a thirty-year-old man shouldn't live with his mom, even if he is fucking her! I had to admit the threesomes were pretty fun though and Martin's mother wasn't as possessive as some I'd met.

"I'm not even your girlfriend," I whispered, returning my attention to Eric. "You can't ask me to marry you!"

"I am asking," he replied. "Please? Just try it on…Think about it, Audrey. Please?"

"No!" I scowled. "We're just friends. I don't like you that way."

"Please?" he repeated. "I love you."

"And stop saying that," I hissed. "God! Get up!"

"No," he said. "Not until you take the ring."

"Eric!" I looked around, feeling my cheeks growing warm. "Everybody's staring at us."

"I don't care about anyone else," he replied, keeping his doe eyes fixed on mine. "Marry me, Audrey. Make me the happiest…"

"Give it to me!" I snatched the box out of his fingers. "I'm not saying yes. I'm just…looking at it."

"Alright," he agreed, smiling as he stood up and took his chair across the small table from mine. The candle flickered between us and I wanted to hide behind the single long-stemmed rose it illuminated.

"I'm a slut," I told him, setting the open box aside and leaning closer. "You know that. I've fucked half the men in this room."

"I know," he said softly. "But it doesn't change how I feel about you."

"You're an idiot," I sighed. "If you want to get my panties off, all you have to do is ask."

"No…"

"I'll let you fuck me," I told him. "We can do it right now. I'll blow you under the table if you want, just don't ask me to marry you."

"They might ask us to leave if you did that," Eric said with an infuriating smile. "I love you, Audrey."

"Stop!" I held up my hand. "I get it. You love me, but I'm not that kind of girl."

"What kind?"

"The marrying kind," I said with a roll of my sapphire eyes. "I just want sex. I always have. Maybe there's something wrong with me, but…"

"There's nothing wrong with you…"

"…all I can think about is getting the next hard cock inside me."

"…you're perfect."

"I'm not perfect!"

"You are to me." Eric reached across the table, taking both of my hands in his. "You're smart, beautiful, funny…"

"A nymphomaniac."

"I know we can be happy together," he continued. "All you have to do is take a chance."

"I'll cheat on you."

"I know."

"I mean it, Eric." I stared at him. "I will fuck around every chance I get."

"I know," he agreed. "We've been friends since third grade. I think I know you by now."

"We weren't friends until tenth grade," I reminded him. "When I fucked your brother."

"He's a jerk."

"Yeah." I giggled and then sighed. "Eric, you're the only guy I never had sex with…"

"Oh, there must be other guys somewhere."

"Shut up!" I frowned and he chuckled. "Stop making me smile."

"I just did," he replied and I had to smile.

"You're a jerk too."

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "I can't help it. I love you."

"I had sex with your dad."

"Uh…Yeah," he said with a nod. "I heard about that."

"I had sex with your mom too," I told him. "In fact, I did it with her first."

"Oh."

"Didn't know that, huh?" I giggled. "She was even easier than your dad."

"Let's, uh…Talk about us," Eric suggested and I knew he worshipped his mom, but not in a weird way like Martin, although he should have. How could he want me?

"I am talking about us," I said. "That's my point. What's your family going to think if you marry me?"

"Audrey…" he sighed. "I don't care. I just want to be with you. I want to take care of you and love you."

"I don't want kids."

"Well," he cleared his throat. "You might change your mind later."

"I might," I admitted, "but it won't be your child anyway."

"You don't know that," he protested. "Once we're married…"

"I do know that," I told him. "Because I'll never let you fuck me."

"Not even on our wedding night?" he asked with a smile, thinking I must be teasing him, but I wasn't.

"I'll let you do it then," I decided. "As long as you're wearing a rubber."

"Audrey…" he pouted and I thought I'd finally made my point.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I don't want to hurt you. I love you like a brother…Well, not a brother, um…I mean, like…A guy I wouldn't fuck, put it that way."

"People change," he said, caressing the back of my hands with his thumbs. "You'll learn to love me."

"Eric…"

"I have faith in you," he whispered, reaching for the box and removing the ring. "Please, marry me."

I sat there watching as he slipped the diamond ring on my finger and it felt cold and heavy.

"When you come asking me for a divorce, don't blame me. I warned you."

"I won't ever divorce you," he promised.

"In fact, I want a prenup," I decided on the spot.

"Alright," Eric said quickly, smiling as he held my hand. "I don't have much, but…What do you want?"

"Your complete obedience," I said, making it up as I went along. "I want absolute power over your mind and body."

"Uhhhh…" He blinked at me.

"I want you to be my slave, Eric."

"I'm going to be your husband."

"Well…" I drew a deep breath. "I don't need one of those. If you love me that much, if you trust me the way you say you do…Give yourself to me."

"I am," he replied. "I mean, that's what marriage is, right?"

"Heh!" I grinned at him. "Maybe in the Magic Kingdom, but here on earth it's something else."

"I don't know what that means."

"You want to marry me and I want a husband who will love, honor, and obey me without question," I said. "Don't worry, I'll write down your vows for you."

"You're serious," he said, widening his eyes. "You really want me to be your…slave?"

"Yes," I said. "It's the only way this…thing…might almost work."

"And you'll marry me."

"I'll own you!" I snorted. "You'll be the unhappiest man on the face of the planet."

"I don't believe you," he said and I rolled my eyes, wondering what else I could possibly say to the guy.

I honestly thought he'd say no. Seriously. What kind of man loves a woman that much? None that I'd ever met. Some guys, a lot of guys had fallen in love with me, but they hadn't been so stupid as to want to marry me. I'd never lied to anyone about anything and if I had a fault, it was my brutal honesty. I felt no shame in being a slut, none whatsoever, and I enjoyed my life. I loved my life. I didn't want to spoil it by devoting myself to one person. That road led straight to hell and I'd no desire to go there!

Eric had to come to his senses. We could get on with our purely platonic relationship and I had no idea why I'd never fucked him. The opportunities had certainly been there, thousands of them, but for whatever reason, I'd never taken advantage of our friendship. Maybe I did love him, I thought, and that idea startled me. At the same time, however, I knew that I couldn't marry the man. He was just hitting me at a weak moment and I wasn't going to fall for it.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"He said he'd sign anything I wanted," I told Krissy an hour later.

She was my roommate at the dorm and not really a lesbian or anything, but I'd explained the facts of life to her on our first night. Krissy was one of those girls who had come to college to find herself and that made her the perfect victim, but blondes are like that anyway. Getting her into a sixty-nine had been so easy I'd felt genuine disappointment and even letting her catch me in bed with her boyfriend hadn't helped. She'd forgiven me the next morning; how pathetic is that?

"I couldn't talk him out of it," I sighed. "I think he's gay."

"Mmmph…" she said, squeezing my hips as I rocked my sloppy pussy across her mouth.

"Get your tongue inside," I said, smiling into her blue eyes while I played with her golden hair. "The taxi driver had a long cock."

"Umm-hmmph!" she agreed, stiffening her tongue and worming it between my swollen labia.

"I made Eric watch while I fucked him," I explained. "He's gonna have to get used to seeing me with other men."

"Ulmph!"

"I should have made him clean me up," I sighed. "But I knew you'd be waiting for me. Is it coming out?"

"Mmmm-hmmph!"

"Ohhhh…I feel it now," I agreed. "Those India guys really have big balls, ever notice that?"

"Nnnmph!"

"Maybe we should go there for Spring Break next year," I thought out loud. "I've fucked like three guys from India now and they all had long dicks, not too fat, but long."

"Hmmm nmmph!"

"My honeymoon?" I giggled. "Yeah, maybe. That would be fun too. I could let some Hindu guy knock me up, that would teach Eric a lesson."

Except I didn't want to marry him at all and I frowned at that stupid ring. I didn't really want to go to India either. I wanted to go back to the way things had been before, but I wasn't sure how to do that. In fact, I wasn't even sure what that meant, except I missed Stacy. I missed Josh and Mark and…

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Kyle was here?" I blinked at the t-shirt Stacy wore over her swollen tummy. She was four months pregnant and already showing, but twins will do that to a girl, especially a naturally slim girl like her.

"Kyle got it for me," she said with a giggle and I nodded at that.

I mean, it really had the words, 'Kyle Was Here' with an arrow pointing down, presumably at Stacy's tummy, but down is down and it wasn't hard to think maybe it was pointing at her pussy too. Same thing, I guess.

"That's…cool," I said slowly. "I'm sure your dad was impressed."

"He hasn't seen it yet," she told me.

"Hmmmm…" I shrugged, not surprised at all. "How's your babies?"

"Fighting," she sighed, leaning against the headboard of her bed. "They're wrestling all the time."

"Wrestling?"

"That's what it feels like," she said with a smile, rubbing her tummy and still glowing. "You wanna know what they are?"

"Do you know?"

"I think so," she said. "I got another ultrasound yesterday. The doctor said it's kind of early, but he thinks…Do you wanna know?"

"Okay," I said, sitting down next to her. "Boys, right?"

"One boy and one girl," Stacy said with a grin. "Isn't that awesome? Fraternal twins."

"From two eggs?"

"Uh-huh," she agreed. "You know what that means?"

"They might have different fathers?"

"Yeah!" Stacy looked so happy she wanted to pop. "I didn't ask the doctor, but it makes sense, right? I mean, they all had broken rubbers, so…"

She'd confronted the boys and they'd all admitted to fucking her with busted condoms, trying to act surprised and pleading their innocence. They just hadn't wanted to scare Stacy, they'd explained, and that really was mostly the truth for two of them. For a second there I'd been worried that Mark might tell her about my diabolical plan, but he knew better than that. My brother loved fucking me and I would have had the rest of our lives to punish him. It all worked out okay in the end, since Stacy just couldn't stay angry at three boys who were basically competing with each other for the right to marry her. She'd suddenly become the center of the universe and I was feeling a little left out actually.

"Too bad you're not having fraternal triplets," I said. "That's weird."

"I don't think they make those," Stacy said with a giggle. "It would be cool though."

"Heh!" I reached for her tummy and she put her hand on mine, moving my fingers around.

"Feel that? They're wrestling."

"Maybe they're fucking," I suggested, feeling one of the babies moving around.

"Shut-up!"

"Nothing wrong with incest as long as they love each other," I said. "Take my word for it."

"You really love Mark?"

"I love all of them," I said. "Why? Are you gonna marry him?"

"I don't know yet," Stacy said. "Maybe. Would it bother you?"

"No."

"He's really nice."

"Well, that's because I raised him right."

"Josh loves me," she said. "He told me the other day."

"Before or after he fucked your butt?"

"He never fucked my butt!" Stacy narrowed her eyes. "Why? Do you think he wants to?"

"Josh?" I laughed at her. "He loves anal sex."

"Oh."

"He never told you?"

"I never asked."

"Maybe just mine then," I said with a shrug

"Well, he said he loves me," Stacy said. "So I guess that includes my butt."

"I guess so," I sighed. "What about Mark?"

"He's being really sweet."

"Oh."

"He drove me to my doctor's appointment."

"That's nice of him," I said and Stacy smiled happily.

"They're all great," she said. "I don't know how I'm supposed to pick one."

"I know the feeling," I sighed. "I mean…never mind. I better go."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know," I said with a shrug. "I need a boy or something."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

I didn't just need a boy, I needed three boys, or at least one of three boys. I'd never really worried about it before, I just always assumed Mark, Josh, and Kyle would always be there for me. If I wanted one or all of them, all I had to do was whistle and they came running. We'd been friends forever, best friends with benefits, but now…

"Sorry, Audrey," Josh sighed. "I'm going over to Stacy's house tonight."

"You are?"

"Her dad wants to talk to me again."

"He does?"

"I think he wants to offer me a job."

"What?"

"If I marry Stacy, you know? She thinks I can work for him and finish my degree at night."

"Oh."

"Besides," he said, lowering his voice with a conspiratorial chuckle. "I'm gonna try and nail her backdoor tonight."

"You are?" I swallowed hard.

"Have you seen Stacy's ass?"

"Uh…yeah."

"I've been dreaming about it," Josh said. "Anyway, I'd better get going. See ya later, Audrey."

"Bye."

And then…

"Oh, Jeeze, Audrey," Kyle sighed. "I'd love to come over, you know that, but…"

"But what?"

"I sorta promised Stacy I wouldn't cheat on her."

"You did?"

"I broke up with my girlfriend last week," he told me. "And if I come over and see you…"

"We could just hang out," I offered. "We don't have to fool around."

"I know, but…" he sucked at his cheek. "Audrey, I know you."

"So?"

"You'll start teasing me and then I'll be touching you and the next thing I know…Wham!"

"Wham?"

"You're going to be sucking my dick and then I'll have to screw you."

"Well…" I narrowed my eyes at the phone. "What's wrong with that?"

"I promised Stacy," he reminded me. "It's important."

"But what about me?"

"Well, you're important too, but…" he chuckled softly. "You're not gonna marry me, right?"

"Hmmm…" I frowned.

"Bye Audrey."

"Yeah. Bye, Kyle."

And finally…

"Hey! Wassup?" Mark asked, sounding entirely too cheerful.

"I just got off the phone with Kyle and…What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

"What's all that heavy breathing?"

"Uh…I'm just, uh…Working out."

"What? Where are you?"

"Nowhere."

"Mark! Are you at home?"

"Not exactly…Ohhhh…Shhhh…"

"What's all that grunting? Who's giggling? Mark!"

"I'm at Stacy's house."

"I just left Stacy's house!"

"I know," he said with a breathless laugh. "I was waiting for you to leave. Fuck! She's sucking my dick like you wouldn't believe."

"Who?"

"Stacy! Here…Talk to her."

"Mmmph! Smack! Slurrp!"

"Oh God!" I rolled my eyes, listening to the wet noises of my best friend sucking off my brother. "Mark? Mark!"

"Hear that? She's into it, Audrey."

"Josh said he's coming over there."

"Yeah, that's what Stacy said too."

"He's gonna catch you!"

"She wants to do all three of us."

"What?"

"Kyle‘s on his way too," Mark said. "We're sharing Stacy until she makes up her mind."

"But…"

"I better go. I want to cum on her tummy. Have you seen it lately?"

"Yeah."

"Sexy, huh? I never knew a pregnant chick could be so hot," Mark sighed. "But that could be just because it's Stacy too. She's so awesome."

"I know," I said with a frown. "Hey, um…"

"What? I really gotta go," he said with a chuckle. "You know, so I can cum!"

"Can I come over do you think?"

"Over here?" he asked, sounding surprised. "Oh. Gee, I dunno, Audrey, um…Talk to Stacy while I fuck her tits."

I had to wait a couple seconds and I wondered why I suddenly felt as if I had to ask permission to come to my best friend's house…but I did.

"Audrey? Hey!" Stacy said and I could hear her smile. "What's going on?"

"You've got all the boys coming over?"

"Uh-huh," she agreed. "Why?"

"I just…I don't know. It sounds weird."

"I just want to compare them kinda side-by-side, you know?"

"Oh."

"It's cool," she said. "My parents are going out right after dinner anyway."

"Right. Cool." I nodded. "Um…Can I come over too?"

"Oh!'"

"What?"

"Um, I'm not sure, Audrey," she said slowly. "I kinda wanted to do this on my own."

"On your own?"

"Yeah, like…I know you fucked them all a zillion times, so…It would just be kind of weird now that I'm going to marry one of them."

"But…"

"Remember when you said you wouldn't fuck a guy if I asked you not to?"

"Yeah."

"Well, um…Don't fuck Josh or Kyle, okay? It would be kind of bad under the circumstances. Right?"

"What? Why?"

"Because they're my boyfriends, Audrey!" Stacy giggled. "And, um…I know you can't marry Mark, but all the same…"

"My brother too?"

"Just until I decide," she said. "After that…"

"Fine."

"Are you okay?"

"Absolutely," I replied. "I gotta go, Stace."

"Don't be mad."

"I'm not. Bye."

"Bye."

I turned off my phone and sat there in my car, in the largely empty parking lot of the mall, and I wasn't in the mood for picking up a stray boy. I never had been, I realized. I wanted my three boyfriends back, but they had a real girlfriend now and things were never going to be the same. Stacy would keep all three until she made up her mind and then I'd end up with sloppy seconds, trying to put two broken hearted boys back together and that didn't sound like much fun at all.

Stacy and I would just have to share all three of the boys, I decided; it was the only solution and an obvious one. The hard part would be talking my four best friends into it, but I had superpowers, remember? And I wasn't afraid to use them.

As soon as I got home I threw away my birth control pills.

 

        The End