OSL: Bert (Chapters 8-11) (Patreon)

-- CHAPTER 8: Augustiner Helles --

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-- MARCH 2005, JUNIOR YEAR --

“Okay Bert, just a few pumps and then pull out and let your balls just kinda hang over my mouth,” the beautiful blonde beneath me instructed before lying her head over the edge of the mattress and gaping her mouth open wide.

As I nudged my throbbing cockhead between her lips, grabbed onto her big tits, and started leaning in to fuck her face, I shook my head in mild disbelief over my good fortune. A couple of months ago, I’d been emotionally down in the dumps over having my absolute worst fears realized: Direct and unequivocal confirmation that Kim had friend-zoned me for now and all eternity.

Okay granted, there were starving kids in Africa, global warming, war in the Middle East, burgeoning American obesity, urban decay, tooth decay, and an ugly fat mentally-unstable guy with a thing for walking down Telegraph completely naked. But yeah, I’d been pretty “teenage depressed” at the time.

All I’d wanted was to feel wanted, like there was a girl out there who might eventually love me for me. It really wasn’t about having sex; it was about finding a connection. That whole bit at the end of the Tri-Delt Blowjob Party about having no real interest in “available pussy” when the opportunity to sit down and talk to Esther had been an option? That was one hundred percent real. Having Ben bring me to Carter’s mansion in the hills, that San Francisco club downtown, and even the Tri-Delt Blowjob Party itself gave me the sense that if all I wanted to do was get my dick wet, the opportunities would eventually come. But feeling that spark of electricity tingle up my spine was a far rarer thing.

Now to get to feel that electric tingle AND have wild and crazy sex at the same time? There was nothing better. So when my new girlfriend Esther stood alongside me with a beaming smile and leaned in to give me a sweet kiss WHILE I was face-fucking her sorority big sister on the bed, it really was the best of both worlds.

I gave beautiful blonde Sarah more than “a few pumps”. I kept face-fucking her while squeezing her tits until Esther climbed onto the bed and then climbed directly atop our mutual lover and parked her face right in front of me. Only then did I pull out and let my balls just kinda hang over Sarah’s mouth, as instructed. And then I groaned at the truly unique sensation of having Sarah take my testicles into her mouth and start rolling them around with her tongue while Esther leaned forward to suck my dick.

A few minutes later, I found that the only thing I loved more than having Esther suck my dick while Sarah sucked my balls was to fuck Esther’s pussy from behind while Sarah sucked my balls in a sixty-nine position.

And then of course Esther had to try sucking my balls while I was fucking Sarah from behind with the girls in a sixty-nine.

In the end, though, my girlfriend and I made love in a classic missionary position. Esther had her legs wrapped around my waist and crossed at the ankles behind my ass while I slow-dicked her. We made love with our mouths, pausing every now and again to gaze into each other’s eyes with twinkling irises and goofy grins.

When I slammed forward one final time, both of us moaning our ecstatic relief in simultaneous orgasm, I genuinely believed I couldn’t feel any happier than in that moment. And then the moment got even better as I watched Sarah slurp out my slimy spunk and snowball my semen to her sorority little sister.

The rational part of my brain told me to not count my chickens before they hatched. It had only been a few weeks, Esther and I were clearly still in our honeymoon phase, and we were still at the point of our relationship where we were hooking up with each other every free chance we could get (quite frequently with Sarah as companion/instructor). I still got tingles of electricity running up and down my spine every time we were together. Still, I knew there was no way to know whether or not Esther and I might eventually make it to Happily Ever After.

I looked forward to finding out.

I was pretty optimistic, actually. The way Esther and I had met was not the traditional meet cute in a coffee shop, but I figured that just made our burgeoning relationship all the more special. We’d survived a wild and crazy personal experience together that bonded us in a very unique way. For some reason, I started thinking of the movie Speed starring Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock. At the end, Keanu’s character had warned Sandra’s that relationships based on intense experiences never worked, and she’d replied that they’d just base it on sex. So far, Esther and I were certainly basing our relationship on sex (which was great!) but I still believed we’d have the time to start basing our relationship on something more.

Something deeper.

Something personal.

Something special.

But then Ben asked me the question that changed my life.

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“ME?” I gawked, my jaw on the floor as my eyes ping-ponged back and forth between Ben and Dawn.

“Simply enough, you’re my friend, you’ve already had sex with her before, and I can trust you’re not going to try and steal her from me or anything,” Ben explained quite seriously.

I was still in complete and utter shock, muttering, “Ohmigawd…”

Ben gave me the same look of concern he did at the beginning of the Tri-Delt Blowjob Party. So it wasn’t a total surprise when he suggested, “If you want, I can hook you up with some of Lakhi’s special… uh… ‘herbs’… if you feel like they would take the edge off.”

I blinked rapidly, gawking rather obviously at Dawn. I still had VERY intense memories of her naked body, not only from the Blowjob Party but also from that swingers game over a year ago. She blushed prettily, pinching her legs together and hugging her arms across her chest which simply presented her cleavage on further display in her V-necked sweater. And I started to feel the same anxiety I had felt inside before, worried I would somehow lose my nerve, pop off prematurely, or in some way otherwise fail to properly keep up with the Goddess of Sex standing before me.

“Uh, yeah… I think I’d need to,” I stammered, thinking of how whatever Lakhi had given me at the party had not only taken the edge off my anxiety, but also given me some extra staying power. But as soon as that thought occurred to me, I remembered the special young woman I’d met and started to fall in love with at that same party. And I shook my head, adding, “Wait, wait. I’m not sure I can do this.”

Ben sighed and made a face of disappointment. It wasn’t that he was disappointed with me, per se, but rather I could tell I was his top choice for all the reasons he’d already stated. And his expression soured at the thought of having to think of someone else he wouldn’t feel quite so comfortable with.

“Please, Bert,” Dawn said sweetly, reaching forward and putting her hand on my knee. “It would mean so much to me.”

Good freaking heavens she’s gorgeous. Exquisite galbi.

Okay I really needed to stop comparing Dawn to Korean short-ribs because she was worth so much more than a piece of meat. But there was such a quiet intensity to Dawn’s expression that reminded me of the previous times she’d loomed over me, stroking my shaft and licking her lips, hungrily ready to devour me whole.

I wanted her to devour me whole.

She’d devoured me before, and it had been glorious.

Glorious and terrifying.

I was breathing hard and my hands started to feel clammy. Staring right back at Dawn, I murmured softly, “The first time we did this, I was too drunk and naïve to understand what I was getting into. Now, I know exactly what I’m getting into, and quite frankly… you’re intimidatingly beautiful.”

Dawn blushed at the compliment and looked down, unable to help but smile.

“Still,” I continued, thinking of Esther, “if it were just for you, I could do it. But I’ve got a girlfriend now.”

“Invite her over, too. All four of us can play!” Dawn chirped, looking at Ben with fresh enthusiasm. The more the merrier, it seemed.

But I immediately turned my attention to Ben. “No way. Nuh-uh. No offense, buddy. But the last time I let my girlfriend sleep with you, she dumped me.”

Ben made a face. “Well, I don’t think that was all MY fault.”

“Okay, maybe not with Esther,” Dawn conceded. “But are you sure you couldn’t do it? Maybe if you asked her?”

I stared at Dawn again, my eyes roving up and down her fabulous body. Feeling my gaze, she actually twisted and profiled herself for maximum appeal, as if I needed any further physical enticement. The offer was clear: sex with Dawn. The Goddess herself. My dick plunging in and out of her incredible naked body.

Could I really turn that down?

Swallowing thickly, I mumbled, “I don’t know. Can I think about it?”

“Of course, of course,” Ben replied immediately. “Take all the time you need.”

“I want to, Dawn,” I assured her earnestly. “Please believe that.”

She blushed and averted her eyes demurely, smiling in a way that was both alluring and aloof at the same time. “I don’t doubt it.”

Good freaking heavens she was sexy. And beautiful. And SOOO incredible in bed. They were giving me time to think about it, and I definitely would sleep on my decision tonight, but I already knew then that I would never be able to say ‘no’.

So I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. Very slowly. And after another moment’s thought, I turned to my friend, venturing nervously, “Ben?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you’d better call Lakhi, just in case.”

****

“Duuuude…” I sighed quite rapturously, unable to take my eyes off of the beautiful, busty blonde bombshell in quite the sexy outfit.

“Wow…” Ben marveled in agreement. “I think I need a hit of that.”

I held out the glass of Indian Bhang milk and let go, a little too preoccupied with ogling Dawn to realize Ben didn’t seem to have his hands on it yet. Fortunately, he caught the glass just in time.

“Beer?” Dawn offered, cheerily raising a frosted mug filled three-quarters of the way with dark lager and topped over the rim with a thick layer of foam.

Neither of us was looking at the beer. Dawn had donned the attire of a German Beer Maiden, a traditional dirndl. Her sunny blonde hair was parted down the middle and finished with braided pigtails that hung in front of each shoulder. Her big breasts were thrust front and center in a white, low-cut blouse. Her dress had a bright blue skirt and a black top, cinched together around her midsection corset-style and scooped below her bosom to put her tits on even better display. Thigh-high white stockings covered her legs, and her feet were shod with chunky black 4-inch pumps.

Dawn posed prettily as she set down the beer mug on the dining table next to my right arm. Then, bending over at the waist, she pinched her knees and elbows together with her upper arms squishing together her amazing cleavage less than three feet in front of my face while asking brightly, “Is there anything else I can get for you guys?”

“Uh, no…” I fumbled, reacting more or less the way I would in a restaurant. “We’re fine.”

“Really?” Dawn pouted as if profoundly sad that she couldn’t be of more assistance to us. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do for you? I’d do anything make my customers happy.”

My first thought was to ask her to drop to her knees and suck my dick, but I instinctively bit down on such a crass remark.

Ben, on the other hand, was more than happy to play along, remarking, “You know, my friend here has had a really stressful day. If you’d really like to help, I think he’d love to have a blowjob.”

“Really?” Dawn giggled excitedly, acting for all the world like an air-headed bimbo. Turning to me with an expression of wide-eyed innocence that was achingly sexy, she continued merrily, “I can do that! Would you like that, sir?”

Holy fucking shit.

“Uh, sure,” I groaned in eager anticipation.

Ben reached out and hooked his foot underneath the crossbar of my chair, then physically dragged me away from the table about two feet and turned me around.

Dawn picked up my beer and offered it to me, saying, “Take a drink of this. It’s Augustiner Helles, and I think you’ll find it the most delicious beer you’ve ever tasted.”

Obediently, I accepted the mug and took a swig. At the same time, Dawn knelt down in front of my, gently prying open my jeans and then extracting out my rock-hard dick. Unable to think of anything else, I took another drink, and another, all while Dawn breathed upon, then licked, and finally surrounded my dick with her mouth.

My very first thought was, Augustiner Helles is the greatest beer on Earth.

And then I groaned.

****

Watching Dawn give me a blowjob while wearing that sexy dirndl was amazing. Pulling the scoop-neck of the blouse below her breasts and then giving me a titfuck was absolutely incredible. Having her lie back across her bed with the front of her skirt up and letting me fuck her like a rabbit hopped up on speed blew my freaking mind. Even mellowed out on Lakhi’s bhang, I couldn’t take it anymore and after only two minutes of spastically jackhammering her creaming cunt, I whimpered that I was about to cum.

She rolled me over, deep-throated my dick a couple of times, and then jacked my eruption straight into her waiting mouth. And after I finished, she showed me the collected cream on her tongue before swallowing every drop.

Dawn went back to nursing my dick, intent on reviving me for another go. Ben banged his pelvis off her booty while pumping her pussy with his prick. And when I started to stiffen back up, the more-gorgeous-than-words blonde stared up into my eyes, husking, “I want you to fuck my exquisitely tight asshole next, Bert.”

Her words alone would’ve been enough to get me rock hard. Coupled with her hot mouth, stroking hands, and impish smile, I was stiffer than steel in record time. By the time Ben groaned and blasted the hot blonde’s box full of baby batter, I had obediently lubed myself up while mentally preparing myself for the task ahead.

“You alright?” Ben asked me, a look of concern on his face.

I winced. Even with Lakhi’s bhang, I was feeling a little anxious. Apologetically, I explained to Dawn, “I’ve never had anal sex before.”

Dawn just grinned. “It’s only difficult if the girl has never done it before. As the guy, all you have to do is grab on and shove.”

Just grab on and shove. Just grab on and shove. Just grab on and shove, I told myself while getting into position behind Dawn’s bent-over body. Braced on all fours, the beautiful blonde bowed her head and groaned as I notched my mushroom head at her lubricated sphincter and started shoving before I could really think too hard about it. In hindsight, I rather wish I had paused to relish the sights and sensations of penetrating my first asshole, but at the time I just wanted to get it over with before I freaked out.

As it was, I blinked and was suddenly halfway into Dawn’s ass while she howled in delight. Ben was parked right in front of her, already hard again despite creampieing his girlfriend’s cunt two minutes earlier. The next thing I knew, Ben had grabbed onto Dawn’s head and speared her throat with his entire cock at the same time my short and curlies pressed all the way up against Dawn’s perky buttcheeks.

The most beautiful blonde in the universe had been completely skewered at both ends.

Dawn’s dirndl remained on the entire time. I had her skirt flipped up so I could stare at her asscheeks being split by my stabbing schlong, but I also spent some time admiring her white stockings and chunky black heels. I reached down to paw at the bare-naked breasts hanging down from her blouse. And I glanced up at Ben a couple of times, sharing a shit-eating ‘Can you believe this is happening?’ kind of smirk.

My very first anal experience ended with a massive explosion that filled up Dawn’s rectum right about the same time Ben spunked straight down her throat. She started shivering, and then shuddering, and the full on shaking as an out-of-this-world orgasm tore throughout her body. I felt her anal muscles clenching around my cock in overdrive as the ecstasy absolutely shattered her. It was a three-way simultaneous orgasm: I was howling, Ben was howling, and I’m sure Dawn would’ve been howling too had her throat not been filled up with cock.

Eventually, Dawn’s orgasm passed and her asshole let go of my dick. Ben withdrew so she could breathe, and she tipped over with a big smile of satisfaction, also falling off my prick. Still clad in that sexy but disheveled dirndl, Dawn flopped onto her back across the mattress, limbs askew and leaking cum out of all three holes.

And even then, we weren’t done. Sex Goddess Dawn hadn’t been completely satisfied yet, you see.

Ben and I leaned against opposite walls of the shower with Dawn on her knees taking turns sucking each of us while jacking the other. We cleaned up and got out of there before either of us prematurely went off, and the three of us reassembled back on the bed. Ben and his girlfriend shared a quiet moment together, thanking each other for the experience and whispering their love.

That was the first time I thought about Esther.

Dawn then mounted her boyfriend cowgirl style, and they quietly made love face-to-face. I started to feel awkward about intruding on their intimacy, and since I’d already given Dawn the threesome she’d wanted with that little spit-roasting thing we’d done earlier, I figured I should make a quiet exit.

But just then, Dawn cried out a quiet climax, looking so incredibly gorgeous in the throes of ecstasy that I couldn’t bear to take my eyes off of her. And when she finally went still and I started to think about leaving again, she stopped me in my tracks by turning to face me as she said, “Okay, Bert. Lube me up again.”

A minute later, with the most beautiful blonde I’d ever seen still impaled on her boyfriend, I pushed my cockhead through her stretched sphincter for the second time.

And the three of us started up again.

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-- CHAPTER 9: Cheater --

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-- SUNDAY, APRIL 26, 2005, JUNIOR YEAR --

“Have you ever thought about double-penetration?” I asked quietly, holding my girlfriend in my arms as we both enjoyed the afterglow of orgasm. Esther was sweaty and naked, her head pillowed on my chest while my sperm slowly soaked into her womb.

The two of us were alone today. Sarah didn’t join us for ALL our sessions, maybe half. And then there had been that time Esther opened the door and I walked in to find redhead Kate Mosely in a sixty-nine on the bed with Sarah too. But the point is: while my girlfriend certainly enjoyed sharing me with her friends and likewise loved to get sandwiched between me and a hot girl, Esther and I had made a point of finding quality one-on-one time together as well.

She had that electric tingle up her spine for me too, after all.

But while we’d had many threesomes (and that one foursome) together, thus far we had only done so with other girls, and Esther picked her head up to look down at me with a frown. “Double-penetration meaning… Wait, is this your way of asking me if I’ll let you fuck my ass?”

Her tone made me instantly go on the defensive, and I gave her an apologetic look. “No, no. I mean… I’ll admit the thought has occurred to me and-- Okay that look on your face says it all. I’m shutting up now.”

I closed my eyes and grimaced. Me and my stupid mouth. Being myself only worked up to a certain point, I supposed.

“Well don’t think I haven’t noticed you starting to feel around back there while you’re going down on me,” Esther muttered.

“And you’ve promptly squirmed away every time,” I replied, opening my eyes again to look up at her. “Poor choice of words. I actually didn’t mean to suggest anal sex to you.”

“I’m not actually bothered by the suggestion. I mean, we kinda HAVE done everything else a man and a woman can do together with just oral and vaginal sex.”

“But you’re not particularly interested in anal.”

Esther made a face. “Just seems… messy. And kinda gross…”

I nodded. “Understandable.”

“I take it you’ve had - and enjoyed - anal sex.”

“Only recently.”

Esther’s eyes narrowed. “HOW recently?”

I immediately blushed and averted my eyes. “Uh, didn’t we agree not to talk about our former lovers?”

Esther rolled her eyes, not convinced. But she sighed and shrugged. “Sorry, Bert. Not my thing.”

“That’s fine. No pressure. And like I was trying to say, I didn’t actually intend to suggest anal sex.”

“Then what WERE you suggesting?”

“I was wondering if you… uhhh… well…” I hesitated, blushed, and then finally just started, “Well you know that last time when you were on your period and you didn’t want me going inside you?”

“I told you: I don’t like messy, and the thought of my menstrual blood on your dick is NOT a turn-on.”

“Fair enough. What I meant, though, was how you still wanted to give me a blowjob, and at the same time you had Sarah pumping a dildo in and out of you.”

“Dildoes are easier to clean up.”

“True enough. My question is: Did you enjoy that? Did you enjoy feeling me cum in your mouth while a big dick was pumping in and out of your pussy?”

Esther’s eyes narrowed again. “Are you actually suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”

I took a deep breath. “I just mean… fair is fair, right? You keep giving me threesomes with Sarah… and even Kate that time.”

“Kate wants a repeat, by the way. I was thinking Friday, assuming you’re alright with it.”

My eyes bugged out. “Um… okay… I mean of course I’m fine with it, but you’re kinda proving my point. In any case, I was wondering if… like maybe… you’d want a threesome with another guy.”

Esther frowned. “You want me to have sex with another guy?!?”

There was such an immediate tone of disgust in my girlfriend’s voice that I immediately felt apologetic again. “I’m not ASKING you to. More, I guess I was kinda… offering? Like… wondering? Wondering if you wanted?”

Gosh I sound like such a whiny bitch right now. Get it together!

Esther frowned again and repeated, “You want me to have sex with another guy?!?”

I shook my head immediately, assuming that was the reaction she wanted. “I was just trying to state a willingness to consider the option if you were interested in a threesome with another dick involved. Fair is fair. I’m really falling for you, and I want to make you happy, and we’ve had these threesomes with other girls and I didn’t know whether or not you had given much thought to double-penetration--”

“I don’t want your dick or any other dick forcing open my ass.”

“Fair enough. But even to give a blowjob while you’re being fucked or something.”

“Sarah with a dildo worked just fine in that regard. I don’t need anything more than that.”

“Okay sure, no problem. Forget I ever said anything.”

“You’re a really weird guy, Bert.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize.” Esther took a deep breath and collected herself. She pursed her lips together and seemed to be working things around in her head. And after a long pause, she exhaled and continued, “I appreciate you trying to think outside the box a bit for ways to make me happy. I love that you’re a considerate boyfriend, even if I think it’s a little weird that you wouldn’t be jealous of me fucking someone else’s dick.”

“In all fairness, I’ve already watched you sucking Ben and Jaron’s dicks.”

Esther frowned. “But that was different. That was a blowjob party with my sorority sisters in the Chapter Room before you and I were together.”

“Yeah, I know, but still.”

Esther seemed to muse on that. “You’d actually be okay with me fucking either Ben or Jaron?”

I bit back the sour taste that rose up in my throat. The expression that resulted must’ve been answer enough.

“See, you don’t like the idea.”

“I just…” I hesitated, unwilling to state that both Ben and Jaron made me feel… inadequate: Ben for being a Sex God and Jaron for being a fucking Greek God. No way would I ever seriously want Ben going anywhere near my girlfriend. He’d ruin her and I’d never be able to satisfy her ever again.

Esther was already shaking her head. “They’re hot guys and all, but no, Bert. You’re all I need.”

“Thank you for that, but at the same time, if it would make you happy…” I took a deep breath, my stomach feeling queasy again. Only this time, I wasn’t because of Ben. “And besides, you’ve been really permissive about me with other girls so far.”

If she only knew ALL of the girls I’ve been with since we got together.

Esther waved me off. “Sarah’s my big sister and Kate is one of her best friends, so I’m doing THEM a favor by sharing you with them. And I’m not gonna pretend I don’t enjoy their tongues on my clit while you’re fucking me.”

“Lucky me.”

Esther shook her head. “I don’t need you letting me fuck other guys in the name of fairness. Not Ben. Not Jaron. I’m perfectly happy with what we have. You, me, Sarah… maybe Kate… This is all I need. Alright?”

I force a smile and nodded. On the outside, I was a happy and content boyfriend.

But on inside, I was dying.

I had started this line of thinking and asked about Esther’s thoughts on double-penetration hoping that maybe she’d be interested in a threesome with some other guy. That way, I would feel less guilty about the stuff I’d been doing in secret.

What I was doing was wrong. I knew that. Esther and I were still early in our relationship. Up until now, we’d never actually talked about the subject of fidelity or exclusivity, so from one point of view, you could say I hadn’t actually done anything wrong since she’d never explicitly told me I couldn’t fuck other girls behind her back.

Of course I knew that was utter bullshit. Once a couple starts calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend, I understood that fidelity was implied. Now maybe if I had been screwing around with Ben and Dawn in those first couple of weeks before Esther and I agreed to our new titles, I could’ve argued that we hadn’t committed to each other yet.

But that time was long since passed. There was no beating around the bush on this one: I was a cheater.

And I didn’t like that thought.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

Dawn was… well… she was fucking Dawn. She wasn’t even my type, but there was no denying she was a goddess on Earth. She called, and I answered. I couldn’t resist her. I couldn’t deny her. She was absofrigginlutely incredible and…

… well…

… I couldn’t resist her.

So when she’d asked me to join her for a triple-penetration with Ben, Jaron, and Carli, I hadn’t been able to say no.

I probably should’ve said no to Andie Holland. I hadn’t been expecting the perky bottle-blonde to join in, although she did balance out our three-guy/three-girl ratio. But she could suck dick like a dream and in all honesty, I never even tried to turn her down. The next thing I knew, the petite girl sat in my lap with my dick buried all the way up her cunt while Dawn and Carli made out with each other with Dawn riding Ben reverse-cowgirl and Jaron pumping Carli from behind.

Triple-penetrating Dawn had been a dream.

And then Andie had wanted to go next.

And then Carli after that.

It had all been absolutely incredible at the time.

But that was last night. Today was today.

And I was a cheater.

I HAVE to tell her.

There was no way I’d be able to live with this guilt. Now maybe if Esther had been inclined to have a threesome with another guy… Fair would be fair, right? But that last-ditch effort had already failed.

Maybe if I’d had the balls to just tell Esther from the beginning that Ben had asked me to be the second dick in a threesome with Dawn… I mean, Esther had been pretty cool and understanding overall. Hell, we’d met at the fucking Tri-Delt Blowjob Party. I’d already seen her give blowjobs to Ben and Jaron, and she’d seen Dawn and all her friends give blowjobs to me, right?

As for Andie and Carli, Esther had previously told me that as Tri-Delts, sharing with each other was baked into the sorority code, right?

I had to come clean. I had to admit the truth before it spiraled into something worse. I had to strike while the iron was hot, because the longer time passed between that insane six-way last night with Dawn, Carli, and Andie, the worse it would get. Better to confess sooner than let too much time go by and make it seem like I was trying to cover it up.

“Hey, you alright?”

My girlfriend’s sweet voice shook me from my doldrums. I blinked and looked up at her, belatedly trying to smile. “Uh, yeah, sorry, distracted there for a minute.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s…” I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

Before I could continue, there came a knock at the door, followed immediately by Sarah’s voice. “Esther? You in there? We need to TALK.”

I felt a chill run down my spine. Sarah’s tone of voice was MAD. I didn’t know for sure her anger was about me, but my guilty conscience told me it was.

“Can it wait?” Esther called back. “I’m kinda busy!”

“I know! And no, it can’t wait!”

Esther sighed, rolled her eyes, and rolled off the bed. She grabbed a t-shirt - my t-shirt, actually - and quickly pulled it on. Still, she hid herself behind the door as she cracked it open about six inches. “Hey Sarah. What’s going on?”

I couldn’t see Sarah from my vantage point, but I heard her voice state with icy coldness, “Your boyfriend is a fucking cheater. THAT’S what’s going on.”

I was so fucked.

****

The tears were still wet on my eyes when I burst into the house and hollered at the top of my lungs. “BENNN!”

He wasn’t anywhere in the living room, so I headed straight for the stairs. The wood treads banged loudly as I thundered up them. After going straight to Ben’s master bedroom, I flung open the closed door and took two steps inside, my head jerking left and right in a quick scan before determining he wasn’t in his bedroom either.

Kim’s bedroom door was closed and I flung that open as well, so hard that it banged against the adjoining wall. I saw my friend sitting up in bed, the blankets pulled to his waist. Enraged by the mere sight of him, I pointed my finger at my so-called-friend and growled, “Dammit, Ben! This is all your fault!”

He raised his hands defensively. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down, Bert. What the heck’s going on?”

“It’s all your fault, man! I had a good thing going. I was happy, maybe even falling in love. She was perfect for me. Not too experienced, not so heartbreakingly gorgeous that I would feel unworthy of her. She’s even Korean! My parents would have loved her!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Esther!” I yelled. “She dumped me tonight and it’s all your fault!”

“What? Why? How?”

“Fucking Carli! Or Andie! Or… I don’t know! Somebody told her about our little sessions with Dawn!”

He looked confused. “Wait… uh… you didn’t tell her?”

“Tell her what?” I scoffed. “That you and Dawn asked me to have sex with you guys? Hmm… let’s think about this… I’ve just started dating a sweet girl who’s a little inexperienced when it comes to sex. Yeah, why don’t I tell her my best friend and his fucking-more-beautiful-than-the-sun girlfriend want me to have a threesome with them? Yeah, that’ll go over well.”

Ben frowned. “Dude, I never told you to hide it from her. I even told you to invite her to join us.”

I lasered my gaze on him. “You knew for a fact I would never invite her to something like that. No way was I going to let her have sex with you.”

Just then, Dawn appeared at the door behind me. “Hey, what’s going on?”

I whirled back on the blonde and jabbed a finger at her. “This is YOUR fault, too. Why the hell couldn’t you two be happy with your own lives? Why the heck did you have to go and fuck up mine?”

Ben was apologetic. “Bert, believe me. I never meant for--”

“Oh, shut the fuck up, man,” I cut him off. “You knew and -I- knew that you two wanted to keep your little thing a secret, just between us. Everything would have been fine, but then you had to go and bring Jaron into it, and with Jaron came Carli and Andie, and now half the sorority knows. What the hell were you thinking?”

“You didn’t seem to mind fucking Carli and Andie last night,” Dawn murmured quietly.

“Arrrgh!” I threw my hands up and then covered my eyes with them. Shaking my head slowly, I sighed, “I don’t know that I can handle this. You guys are my friends, and I thought… I thought… I don’t know what I thought…”

All fight fled out of me. I stood there, shaking my head, unable to really process all my emotions. This really wasn’t THEIR fault. Esther had dumped me, and the reality was that I deserved it. I knew full well that I was in a relationship with her, and that I should’ve asked her permission first.

Maybe she would’ve said ‘yes’ had I asked her in the beginning. Maybe she would’ve understood that I truly wanted to build a relationship with her, but that my friends had asked me to be an organic dildo for them and it didn’t mean anything emotionally - not so different from the Tri-Delt Blowjob Party if you really thought about it, right? Maybe? But I’d let my dick do my thinking for me, unable to risk her NOT giving me permission to fuck Dawn.

And then I did it again.

With Andie.

And with Carli.

I was a cheater.

And it was all MY fault. Not Ben or Dawn’s. They had asked, sure. But I could’ve said ‘no’. I could’ve come clean with Esther. I’d had my chances to make things right in advance. The blame was mine.

Eventually, I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I felt Dawn’s gaze on me - and Ben’s - both of them radiating concern for my well-being. These were my friends, and I knew they genuinely cared about me. They didn’t deserve my wrath. I was just lashing out, projecting, reacting emotionally to a fucked-up situation by trying to shift culpability to someone else.

But then I suddenly remember which bedroom I was in. Yeah, I’d come upstairs thundering into Ben’s master bedroom, but he hadn’t been there. I looked up at the ceiling. I swept my gaze around the room. I noted the armchair lying on its side and the papers that had been knocked off the desk. I noted the rumpled bedsheets and the rather obvious lump huddling out of sight next to Ben. Quite obviously, Ben had been in bed with another girl, a girl currently hiding beneath the bedsheets as if I couldn’t tell she was there.

“Wait a minute,” I stammered uncertainly. “Did I interrupt something here?”

Ben blushed and bit his lip before looking down at the covered lump next to him.

That’s when I glanced at Dawn, taking in her fully-clothed appearance and the fact that she’d come up the stairs AFTER me. And I rather pointedly looked around the room as well.

Kimiko Fukuzaki’s bedroom, with all her decorations on the wall.

“Aw, not right NOW,” I moaned.

Ben sighed and looked down at the lump, patting it slowly. Rather shyly, Kim herself peeked her head out from the covers, at first only her eyes and then gradually the rest of her face coming into view.

I took one solid look at the girl I’d been crushing on for the entire school year before turning my head away and groaning. It wasn’t that I hadn’t known Kim had feelings for Ben. It wasn’t that I hadn’t known they’d been boinking, but to have this thrown in my face right now…

“It’s not fair,” I moaned. “You get all the girls, and I get none. It’s not fucking fair.”

Without another word, I turned away and stomped out the door.

****

-- MONDAY, APRIL 27, 2005, JUNIOR YEAR --

****

Carli apologized to me and tried to patch things up with Esther, but Esther wasn’t budging. Her heart had been broken, and she’d never trust me again.

“It’s my own fault,” I told both Ben and Dawn. “I knew what I was getting into. I made the mistake of keeping it a secret from my girlfriend. That’s on me, not you.”

Dawn shook her head. “It’s MY fault. It was MY selfishness that seduced you into this mess.”

I gave the gorgeous blonde a frank, honest stare. “And it was worth it. Whatever happened, it was worth it.”

Dawn blushed pink and smiled demurely, deeply flattered by the sincerity in my tone and the way I looked at her.

“Hey, why don’t you stick around and have dinner with us tonight?” Ben offered. “It’s Friday, and Dawn is going to make us some gourmet thing she learned last night. The rugrats are out on their own dates. Kim has gone home. So we’ve got the entire place to ourselves.”

Ben looked to Dawn, and she nodded in agreement with a big smile. I could tell they were doing their mystical telepathic thing again. And that’s when I saw Dawn’s expression turn… hungry.

Like she wanted to devour me whole.

I raised my eyebrows, looking back and forth between my two friends.

Ben grinned and clapped my shoulder. “And then after dinner, maybe Dawn’ll even wear that German barmaid costume for us again.”

****

“Ohmigawd… ohmigawd… I can’t… Ohmigawd, Dawn! I’m gonna…”

“Mmm… yesss…” the ridiculously gorgeous more-beautiful-than-the-sun blonde babe hissed above me, staring down into my eyes with blazing blue eyes. “Cum in me… When you do I’m gonna cum too. Blast away deep inside me, Bert! I wanna feel it! You’re gonna make me scream when you do! Don’t make me wait any longer! Cum in me! CUM IN MEEEE!!!”

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I roared as my balls came to a boil and I did as the goddess had ordered. Over and over and over I ejected everything I had to give her straight into her convulsing cunt while she drained me dry.

“CUM IN ME BERRRTTT! CUM IN ME BENNNN!!! OOOOWWWWAAAAUUUUHHHH!!!”

Dawn really did wear the dirndl for us again, and she still had it on while sandwiched between me and her boyfriend. The top had been pulled below her tits, big beautiful mammaries now crushed down against my face as she howled her orgasmic fulfillment. Behind her, Ben had slammed forward one final time on cue, emptying his load into her bowels so that the goddess could feel both of her men at the same time as we all shared a three-way simultaneous orgasm.

And then we were spent.

If I had left this world due to suffocation from Dawn’s tits, I would’ve still died a happy man, but I lived. Ben eventually rolled to the side and Dawn rolled with him, leaving me flat on my back with limbs askew, exhausted and satisfied.

Eventually, I glanced over and found Ben and Dawn making out like the blissfully perfect couple they were, and for a moment I felt a pang of jealousy. After all, this was still the day after my girlfriend had dumped me because I was a stupid fucking idiot who should’ve been honest and upfront with her in the first place. But really, I didn’t hold any of that against them.

Presently, Ben scooped up Dawn in his arms and they were still making out while he carried her into the bathroom. I took that as my cue to get up as well. With the master bathroom occupied, I grabbed my clothes and headed downstairs to take a quick shower there.

After cleaning myself up, I figured I should quietly leave and let the lovebirds enjoy the rest of their night uninterrupted. But I was also quite dehydrated and popped into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

And then another.

And then a third.

I had run out of air halfway through the third glass and just stood there by the sink and the filtered-water tap when Ben appeared in the doorway, hair still wet and dressed in nothing but a pair of comfortable gym shorts. I rolled my eyes. The dude claimed to not be very good-looking, but fucking as often as he did apparently improved muscle tone.

“Hey, I was just about to sneak out,” I told him.

“I figured.” He nodded. “I was just checking to see if you’d already gone.”

I shrugged. “I’m just the extra dick Dawn enjoys having around. Now that my work here is done, you two can enjoy the rest of your evening.”

Ben nodded and leaned against the open doorway, his arms folded across his chest. “You know, I don’t think I’ve properly said thank you for what you’re doing. You don’t know how much this means to me that you’ve been willing to be a part of this.”

“A part of what: having sex with Dawn? Are you kidding me? I’M the one who needs to be thanking YOU. Well, you AND her.”

Ben chuckled. “Actually, I meant to thank you for being such a good friend. Let’s face it: you’re my ONLY male friend. You’d think more guys would want to hang around me just to get close to all of the beautiful women in my orbit.”

“Nah…” I shook my head. “Believe me, having been around you for three years I know exactly why they don’t stick around. Being around all these beautiful women is nice, but quite frankly it’s a little demoralizing when they ALL want to be with YOU… and we other guys are like the coat rack in the corner where they’re all, ‘Can you hold this while I go flirt with Ben?’”

Ben frowned. “Is it really that bad?”

“Keep getting Dawn to dress up in that dirndl and invite me to threesomes and we’ll call it even.”

Ben chuckled. “I might just take you up on that. Like I said, I really appreciate you being a good friend. I trust you. I appreciate you being around to hang out when I want to but not being so needy that you complain about how little we hang out sometimes when I’m so busy with the girls. At the times when I need it, I appreciate you always being there for me with a video game controller and a willingness to just shut up and let me button-mash my frustration away. All these girls keep trying to get me to talk about my feelings, y’know?”

I laughed and then took another swig of the water.

“Don’t get me wrong: of course I love having all the girls around for… obvious… reasons. But whenever I’ve needed a break from the estrogen, you’ve always been there for me. Even tonight I knew I could count on you to help me out with Dawn, despite everything that happened this weekend.”

I snorted. “And here I thought you and Dawn were doing ME a favor in the aftermath of Esther dumping my sorry ass.”

Ben grinned. “Dawn really did want to cheer you up.”

“Oh, she TOTALLY cheered me up and then some.”

“We should do this more often then.”

I started nodding, but after a moment exhaled and shook my head in the negative.

Ben frowned. “Is that a ‘no’?”

I chuckled and sighed. “Honestly, if Dawn does the asking I’ll always say yes in a heartbeat. For a girl who isn’t my type, she’s… she’s Dawn. I could never turn her down. She’s that incredible.”

“Believe me: I know.”

“But that said, we both know I can’t live the rest of my life just being Dawn’s second dick. What you two have is special, and I’ll want to find my own special relationship as well. I had hoped it would be Esther. But… well… it’s my own fucking fault that Esther dumped me. I’ve already run through all the different scenarios a hundred times. I figure I actually had fifty/fifty odds on her being okay with it, in which case I could’ve been fucking Dawn AND still kept my girlfriend. Hell, maybe if I hadn’t been so paranoid about not letting you blow her mind and ruin her for all other men - meaning me - we could’ve been having regular foursomes.”

Ben smirked and sighed. “I dunno. I’ve actually never had much luck with girls whose names start with the letter ‘E’.”

I grinned. “Good to know. I’ll have to make sure my next girlfriend has a name that starts with ‘E’.”

Ben gave me a wry grin.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “It’s gonna take me a little while to get over Esther. It’s gonna take me a little while to put my heart out there again. In the meantime, yeah, I’d love to quote, ‘help you out’ with Dawn. But I genuinely hope that someday…”

Ben arched an eyebrow when I didn’t finish that sentence, but he remained silent.

I smirked and found myself thinking of Robin, and I finished by saying, “… that someday my princess will come.”

Ben’s eyes narrowed. “Did you just quote Snow White?”

I shrugged, chugged the rest of my water and set the empty glass down in the sink. I walked over to Ben and held out my fist. “Thanks for tonight, bro.”

Ben bumped my fist but also clapped my shoulder. “You’ll be fine, dude. Wait and see. I’ve got a good feeling about this. Who knows? Maybe this summer you’ll meet the love of your life.”

“Would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

Ben grinned. “Wait and see.”

****

-- CHAPTER 10: You! Shall not! Pass! --

****

-- FOURTH OF JULY, 2005 --

“I’m just saying: the future of handheld devices is in multi-function smartphones. Look at the development so far. They’ve already started putting digital cameras into cellphones, and while the resolution isn’t that great right now, technology will improve that in a couple of years. Give it enough time, and no one will need to carry around a point and shoot camera anymore. Motorola just came out with the ROKR last Christmas to sync with iTunes, and as flash memories get denser, people will be able to store more and more music on their phones as well. So there go iPods. Blackberry’s already got mobile email. Next thing you know, they’ll be putting GPS units into phones. Before we hit 2010, you won’t even be able to BUY a phone that does nothing but send and receive calls.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t bother buying a GPS for my car because my phone will be able to do it?” Lynne inquired.

“In a coupla years, yeah,” I agreed. “I mean, they already have turn-by-turn directions now, but only on a limited basis. GPS, Photos, Music: all in one device. It’s the future, and rumor has it that Apple is working on some top-secret project that’s going to make it happen.”

“Apple? But don’t they just make computers and iPods? What do they know about phones?”

“Doesn’t matter. The calling thing is the easiest piece of technology to stuff into there. It’s making the operating system handle calls AND music AND all the other applications that’s important. And Apple makes the best OS’s around.”

“Dear,” Ben said to his ‘not-girlfriend’, bringing Lynne a fresh bottle of beer and setting his hand on her shoulder. “Is my poor friend talking your ear off?”

“No, not at all,” Lynne said, taking the drink from him and patting his hand on her shoulder absentmindedly. “This is actually really interesting.”

Ben shrugged. “If you say so. But I gotta warn you: Bert here still thinks they’re going to make a sequel to TRON.”

I rolled my eyes. “They ARE. Just you wait and see.”

Ben shook his head, looking amused but dismissive. He leaned down to Lynne and said, “Okay. I’m going to go check on Brandi and Dayna.”

“Sure thing,” she replied distractedly before returning her complete and undivided attention to me. “But all of that is going to take time, won’t it? I mean, you talk about my phone taking photos, but even Ben’s RAZR has pretty crappy picture quality. I bought a Canon SD-something last Christmas, and it’s twice as big as my phone.”

I shook my head. “How chunky was your first Nokia? How bad was the resolution on that weird green LCD with the black characters? Now the RAZR fits in your back pocket and has a color screen and everything, right? Technology is moving faster than you can blink.”

“I dunno. I can blink pretty fast.” And with that, Lynne literally started batting her eyelashes.

I smirked, she giggled, and then I started batting my eyelashes as fast I could, perhaps even faster than her.

So then Lynne leaned forward and tried to blink faster than me. I leaned forward and tried to blink even faster than her. And just when I started to get a headache, she giggled and shoved me lightly in the chest.

“Okay, okay, enough of that!” Lynne squawked cutely. “I’m starting to get a headache.”

“Victory!” I thrust my hands into the air.

“Okay, okay, forget the blinking contest. Staring contest.”

“What?”

“I’m serious.” Lynne smirked. “Staring contest.”

“Uhhh, well…”

“Scared you’re gonna lose?”

I snorted.

“C’mon, can’t back down on a challenge from a girl.”

“That’s sexist, and I am well aware of the power of everything female over the minds of males.” I chuckled and shook my head. “But fine, not backing down from a challenge.”

“On three.” Lynne closed her eyes. “Ready, set, go.”

I had also closed my eyes, but opened them on cue and stared straight into Lynne’s beautiful brown eyes. In the middle of a staring contest, I wasn’t about to lose myself in admiring the beauty of a girl who quite obviously was in some kind of quasi-romantic relationship with Ben. And yet, this whole evening I had been floating along a sort of giddy cloud of joy that had first bloomed inside me the first time I laid eyes on the exceptionally pretty brunette that I hadn’t seen in nearly three years.

I mean, I knew in advance that Lynne would be at this Fourth of July barbecue in Atherton. Ben had been visiting me in Fremont off and on all summer. Coming off his intensely traumatic breakup with Dawn, I knew my buddy had been hurting, and hurting badly. I had done what I could for him: provide a willing ear should he want to talk and hold up an Xbox controller should he want to destroy something.

He utilized the Xbox controller more than the willing ear, but he’d decided to talk often enough for me to know that he’d been heading over to the Stanford apartments more and more frequently. He had mentioned Lynne, and I’d perked up at the memory of the beautiful brunette, so I knew that they were hanging out.

And then of course, I knew when he stopped coming over to visit me because he had pretty much moved into Lynne’s apartment.

As the weeks went on and he continued living with Lynne, I had texted point blank, So is Lynne your girlfriend now?

He’d replied, No. We’re just friends.

I’d snickered to myself and typed back, I’ve heard that before.

The point is: I knew Lynne and Ben were “a couple”. Maybe they weren’t official, but they were obviously banging and I knew better that to get involved in all that. So even though I’d felt that giddy cloud of joy blooming inside me at the first sight of her, I’d tried to temper those feelings by telling myself, She’s taken. She’s taken. She’s taken.

And more to the point: She’s taken by BEN.

I could never compete with Ben. Never. The guy had always been better than me, that’s all. Robin, Gwen, Dawn.

Kim.

And now Lynne.

Some guys have all the luck.

But rather than be jealous of my buddy, I accepted it for what it was. That actually made me a lot more relaxed around Lynne, knowing she was taken. Otherwise, I might’ve been nervous trying to be on my best behavior, with a vested interested in impressing her or something. Instead I could relax and just be me. I could crack jokes, tell stories about the future ApplePhone (‘iPhone’, maybe? Like iPod?), and generally have a good time. I laughed, a lot, especially when Lynne took one look at me and murmured with a smile, “Pecan pie…”

Neither Lynne nor her ‘not-boyfriend’ seemed to mind when I basically attached myself to her for the duration of the evening since I didn’t really know anyone else. I mean, I knew Dayna and Brandi, but they stuck together. The majority of the others seemed to be Stanford lesbians who wanted nothing to do with a straight male from Cal. Once again I was surrounded by hot chicks I didn’t know looking down on me… all except for Lynne. In a way, it felt like absolutely no time had passed since the LAST time I’d spent a party with Lynne’s comfortable companionship.

But every now and again, like a comet orbiting the Sun, Ben would return from socializing with all the various people at the party and give his ‘not-girlfriend’ a quick kiss or a squeeze on the ass, reminding me that some things had certainly changed.

Back to the staring contest. I’d lost track of how long Lynne and I had been gazing at each other’s eyes (not exactly “into” each other’s eyes since we were trying so hard not to blink). I grimaced, fighting with every last ounce to hold my eyelids open.

And then Lynne tickled me.

No, seriously, she reached out and tickled me.

So of course, I shut my eyes and batted away her hands while giggling like a seven-year-old schoolgirl. But as soon as I had recovered from my emasculating little giggle fit, I stared up at Lynne in shock and howled, “You cheated!”

She rolled her eyes. “Pirate.”

I snorted and quoted, “The only rules that really matter are these:--”

“--What a man can do, and what a man can’t do,” she finished for me with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes. “This is either madness… or brilliance.”

“It’s remarkable how often those two traits coincide.”

I arched my eyebrows and stopped quoting. “So are you mad, or brilliant?”

“A little of both?” Lynne’s eyes twinkled. “I’m dishonest, and a dishonest woman you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It’s the honest ones you want to watch out for because you can never predict--”

“--predict when they’re going to do something incredibly… stupid,” I finished the quote.

And then I leaned in and kissed her.

Lynne actually kissed me back, at least at first. But then she seemed to remember that she was “not-together” with Ben, and she squeaked and pulled away.

Only then did I realize what I was doing.

And then I ran away.

****

I didn’t get far.

“Bert… Bert…” Lynne called gently from behind me.

I made it to the laundry room, and even though there wasn’t a door, it was quiet and unoccupied.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I stammered, looking around back into the living room before ducking into the laundry room. Nobody seemed to have noticed that I’d just kissed Ben’s ‘not-girlfriend’. At least, nobody had been gawking at us or anything. I blushed and stared at the floor, mumbling, “Ben’s my friend and I’m a horrible friend for doing that. I don’t know why I did that. I shouldn’t even be flirting with you in the first place.”

“It’s alright. I’m not mad. Flattered, actually.”

When I looked up, I found Lynne smiling at me. “Flattered?”

She smirked. “You made me wait three years for that kiss.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“You don’t remember?”

“Oh, I totally remember that night three years ago. I just…” I gave her an apologetic look. “I didn’t realize you wanted me to kiss you.”

The pretty girl blushed and extended both arms down the front of her body, crossed at the wrists with her fingers interlaced together. She twisted slightly back and forth while looking off into the middle distance for a moment. “I did…”

I winced. “But I chickened out.”

“Yeah…” Lynne took a deep breath, shrugged, and looked back at me again while crossing her arms over her chest. “I knew you were a little shy and too nervous to kiss me. I actually almost came over to you that night when we were sleeping on the couches.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Well… I chickened out, too.” Lynne blushed. “Besides, the sounds of the others fucking up a storm wasn’t exactly the best ambiance for the innocent first kiss I had in mind.”

I chuckled. “I remember.”

“I bet you do.” Her blushed deepened. “I can’t believe I let you catch me with my fingers in my cookie jar.”

Now it was my turn to blush.

“It was for the best, I suppose,” she continued. “We didn’t know each other and trying to do a cross-bay relationship… We were both freshman who needed fresh starts at our respective schools. It wasn’t meant to be.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“And now you’re with Ben.”

Lynne winced. “Ben and I… We’re…”

“You can’t tell me you’re ‘just friends’.”

“We’re…” Lynne’s wince deepened as her voice trailed off. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed before quoting quietly, “All shall love me and despair.”

I shrugged and quoted back, “Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.”

“We do not,” Lynne finished for me and smiled. She looked thoughtful for a moment and said, “Ben needs me right now, but we’re really not… I’m not… I’m not his forever love. He’s not my end beyond all doubt.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why not?”

“We’re not… I mean, don’t get me wrong: I love him to pieces. But Ben’s… he’s Ben. And I’m only me.”

“I think you’re pretty amazing.”

She blushed and averted her eyes. “He’s always been into busty blonde bombshells.”

“Then he’s a fucking idiot, pardon my French. Cute brunettes like you are where it’s at.”

Lynne smirked and shook her head. “Thought you said you shouldn’t be flirting with me in the first place.”

I took a deep breath and sighed. “Do you love him?”

Lynne looked up at the ceiling for a moment and pursed her lips. It was answer enough. But she shook her head and muttered, “He’s rebounding with me right now, and I’m happy to be there for him in his time of need. But… like I said: I’m not his forever love.”

I pursed my lips and quoted softly, “Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man’s heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.”

Lynne closed her eyes, shrugged her shoulders, and sighed. “And what, you would return it?”

I winced and looked away. “I’m being a bad friend again.”

Lynne gave me a gracious smile. “I think you’re a great friend for him.”

“Not today, I’m not.”

“I think you’re a pretty great guy in general. Anyone who will quote The Lord of the Rings back to me is a keeper.”

I gave her a bashful smile and looked at the floor.

“Ben is my present, and I’m enjoying this for as long as I can. But like I said, I already know this won’t last forever. We’re NOT together, despite what everyone says. I’m supporting him for now, but eventually he will heal. And when that time comes, he’ll belong to someone else.”

“And then what happens to you two?”

Lynne shrugged. “Then he and I really will be ‘just friends’. Beyond that? None of us knows what the future holds.”

Now it was my turn to stare off into the middle distance, quoting, “It’s a dangerous business, going out your door.”

“You step into the road, and if you don’t keep your feet--”

“--there’s no knowing where you might be swept.”

Lynne smiled at me. “That’s good as well as bad, not knowing where you might be swept. Three years ago, I got swept into Ben’s Berkeley house the same day you got swept there.”

“Today I got swept into Paige Jacobsen’s cousin’s house the same day you got swept here.”

She shrugged and gave me a hopeful look. “Maybe we’ll get swept into the same place again someday.”

I snorted. “Yeah, in about three more years?”

Lynne smiled. “Who knows?”

****

-- CHAPTER 11: Ghirardelli --

****

-- SATURDAY, JULY 30, 2005, SUMMER BREAK --

“Robert! Did you two decide what you want?” my mom called across the general din of the crowded store, her light-Korean accent immediately recognizable to my practiced ears through the ambient noise.

I looked up and found that Appa and Eomma were nearing the front of the line. I elbowed my 16-year-old little sister, and said, “Hurry up, Janie.”

Still frowning at the overwhelming variety of options before her, my little sister finally snatched up one of the cellophane-wrapped gift packages fastened with a blue ribbon and started heading back to our parents without waiting for me. I followed in Jane’s wake, and on arrival, looked straight at my mom. “Toasted almond. Always.” I shrugged with an expression that told my mom she should’ve already known that.

Jane glanced back at me. “I thought we were gonna split a Lands End.”

I shrugged and replied, “Sure, I’ll eat some of yours. But I still want my toasted almond.”

Jane glared at me. “You’d better eat your half. If you don’t, then I’ll eat more, and I’m getting fat enough as it is.” She patted her belly for emphasis.

I rolled my eyes. Jane was a skinny beanpole (like me) and couldn’t get fat if she tried on purpose.

Backing me up, Dad muttered, “You’re too skinny, Janie.”

“Appa,” Jane complained. “Stay out of it.”

Dad sighed and shook his head. Patting his own belly, which actually was getting on the pudgy side, remarked, “You can afford to eat half of mine.”

Mom elbowed her husband. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be getting your own sundae.”

Dad threw up his hands a bit. “We’re at Ghirardelli! I’m not coming here and NOT ordering a sundae.”

Mom rolled her eyes. And then it was time to order.

Thirty-minutes later, my family and I were wiping our mouths with napkins and preparing to get up from our table full of empty sundae bowls. I wound up eating my own toasted almond, about a third of Jane’s Lands End sundae (salted caramel brownie), and another third of my dad’s Chrissy Field sundae (cookie bits). Mom had one bite of everyone’s dish… tops. She was skinnier than Jane and planned on staying that way.

We stood up and started to head out of the restaurant when I spotted a familiar face and exclaimed, “Holy shit!”

“Robert. Language,” Mom scolded immediately.

But I’d already made an abrupt left turn, circled around behind the girl’s chair, and without preamble muttered softly, “Pecan pie…”

The brunette in front of me sat up straight and immediately exclaimed, “Sheldon!”

I smirked as Lynne whirled around in delighted surprise to see me. Her chair scraped across the floor as she jerked it back and then stood up, immediately throwing her arms around me in a big hug. “Heyyy! What are you doing here?”

I’m not sure exactly what reaction I was expecting, but to have Lynne immediately stand up and hug me definitely exceeded anything I might’ve imagined. It took me a second to hug her back, and for a moment, we were the only two people in the entire universe.

But then another voice quietly cleared her throat. “Aren’t you gonna introduce me?”

Lynne pulled away and I looked down at her seated dining companion, a brunette who looked just similar enough to Lynne to perhaps be related. “Oh, sorry. Bert, this is my big sister, Rose. Rose, this is Bert.”

“Bert? As in THE Bert?” Rose’s eyebrows went up, but then she frowned. “I thought you just said his name was Sheldon.”

“Inside joke,” Lynne shot back quickly.

Just then, Mom asked from behind me. “Robert? Who is this?”

“Oh, crap, sorry,” I muttered, letting go of Lynne and turning around. I’d actually forgotten for a second that they were here. “Uh, family? This is Lynne. Lynne, this is my family.”

“Nice to meet you Lynne. Do you go to school with Robert?” Dad asked politely.

“Uh, no. I’m actually a Stanford student. But I went to high school with Bert’s friend Ben. We’ve met up a couple of times.”

“Twice, exactly,” I stated with a shrug before blushing pink.

“Must’ve left quite an impression on you for only meeting twice,” Jane muttered knowingly.

I shot her a scolding look before turning back to Lynne and Rose. “I’m sorry for intruding. I was just so surprised to see you here.”

Lynne smiled back. “There’s no knowing where you might be swept.”

I blushed immediately and felt the strongest urge to kiss her. But I fought down that urge and explained, “We just finished eating and were on our way out. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“No, stay, please?” Lynne said immediately before blushing and then looking back at my parents and apologizing, “Oh, sorry. I’m sure you have plans.”

“No big deal. Just doing some shopping. I had to pick up something for my friend’s birthday.” Jane held up her gift basket. “Bert doesn’t really need to just follow us around for the next… what… about an hour?”

With wide eyes, I looked back and forth between Lynne and my parents, not daring to hope. Dad caught on first, checked his watch, and suggested to his wife, “I think we can let Robert spend some time with his friend, don’t you think?”

Mom narrowed her eyes as she scrutinized me. Looking back, I don’t think she was ever going to say anything in the negative that would’ve prevented me from remaining with Lynne. Rather, I think she was just taking the time to read me and gauge for herself how “into” Lynne I really was. And after a moment’s thought, she shrugged and said, “Meet at the car in an hour?”

I nodded quickly. “Sounds great. And of course you can text me if anything comes up.”

Mom nodded, Janie winked at me, and Dad popped his eyebrows while taking a deep breath. Looking at both brunettes, Mom stated politely, “It was nice to meet you both.”

The girls smiled and replied in kind. A moment later, my family started heading for the exit once again.

Meanwhile, I darted my eyes around. “Uh, lemme just find a chair.”

“Oh, you can take mine,” Rose offered. “I need to get some shopping done too.”

I blinked. “Please, you don’t have to--”

Rose snorted and gave me a serious look. “Dude, I just made an excuse to give you some additional alone time with my little sister here - AND I’m abandoning what’s left of my sundae to do so. Don’t blow it.”

I blushed bright pink.

Rose stood up, hooked her purse over her shoulder, and gave her sister a smile. “Catch you later, lovebirds.”

“Lovebirds? Really?” Lynne groaned.

Rose just winked and walked away.

Taking a deep breath, I sat down into Rose’s vacated chair and smiled at the beautiful brunette.

“So?” I began a little nervously. “How have you been?”

Lynne planted her elbows on the table and then set her chin down atop her folded hands. She beamed at me with a big smile and replied, “I was doing alright before, but now I am doing GREAT.”

****

-- WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 3, 2005, SUMMER BREAK --

“Hey there, stranger,” Lynne greeted me at the door of her Stanford apartment, an easy smile on her face.

I’d gotten her phone number at the end of our little chat on Saturday at Ghirardelli, and told her I’d call. I didn’t want to seem desperate, but then I couldn’t help myself either, and I’d called her Sunday night and we wound up talking until 2 AM. Five seconds after we hung up, I cursed myself for not actually asking her out on a date. But again, I didn’t want to seem desperate, so I kept myself on pins and needles forcing myself to wait a few days, and only made it until this afternoon to finally call her up again and ask her out to dinner on Friday night.

Her reply: ‘Are you free tonight?’

Well of course. I’d grabbed my keys, hopped in my car, and driven away immediately. It didn’t even occur to me to tell my parents where I was going until my phone lit up with texts from my mom asking what was going on. I told her I was meeting up with friends and left it at that.

“Hey there… uh…” I fumbled, trying to think of a witty comeback to her word ‘stranger’ and failing miserably. Instead, I simply blushed and said, “It’s really good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you, too.” She beamed at me.

Jerking a thumb back towards the parking lot, I began, “So I don’t really know this area very well, so I’ll have to depend on you to know the best restaurants around here.”

But Lynne shook her head lightly and said, “Later, maybe. Don’t worry about it. Come on in.”

I smiled and walked inside. Lynne shut the door and then started walking into the living room. I followed her over to the couch and sat down beside her, not far away from her but not too close either.

She immediately scooted herself a couple of inches closer to me and smiled brightly. She reached out, took my hand, and squeezed it. “I had a really good time on Saturday.”

“Me too,” I replied, squeezing her hand back and feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“And I loved talking to you Sunday night.”

“Me too.”

Her eyes were big and shimmering. Her skin was flushed with obvious excitement. She leaned fractionally towards me, and I had an incredible urge to kiss her.

I’m actually not sure if I kissed her or she kissed me, but the next thing I knew, our lips were mashed together and Lynne suddenly let go of my hand. But she only let go so she could grab my head with both hands as she more or less crawled into my lap, devouring my face hungrily.

I inhaled sharply and moaned into her mouth, feeling ridiculously turned on. The gorgeous brunette in my lap straddled me, her crotch pressed into my belly as she started undulating herself with urgency. She bent my head backwards a bit in her aggressive enthusiasm, and my hands instinctively reached down to grab her ass.

I squeezed her buttcheeks for a second before catching myself, sliding my hands up to her lower back instead. Lynne abruptly let go of my head, seized both of my wrists, and yanked them down until I grabbed onto her ass again, all without removing her lips from mine.

I moaned into her kiss again, and Lynne’s urgent dry-humping took on increased fervor as her crotch found my throbbing erection now pointing straight upwards in my pants and trapped against my belly. She moaned harder, and with my grip on her ass I yanked her light body against my pelvis to bring even more pressure to bear against my dick.

Lynne broke the kiss just long enough to groan, “I need you inside me, Bert.” And then she abruptly reached down with crossed arms to grab the hem of her polo shirt and whip it over her head.

I wasn’t about to argue with the girl in obvious heat, so I reached for my own shirt as well. Meanwhile, Lynne stepped off the couch and began tugging at her pants, all while muttering, “Fuck! Why the fuck am I wearing pants!”

I wasn’t particularly impressed with my attire either. I had been clothed for my summer internship, and I figured Lynne had been wearing the same clothes she’d worn for a day of taking summer classes. Neither of us had gotten dressed this morning expecting to meet up again so soon. Not that it really mattered since the whole point right now was to get our clothes OFF.

Lynne actually beat me to it. She kicked off her pants and panties and then jumped right back into my lap wearing nothing but her bra. I had gotten rid of my shirt and dropped my pants and tighty-whities down past my knees, but Lynne straddled me before I could get my pants off my feet.

No matter. She had access to what she wanted, and without further delay she grabbed my dick, held it in place while notching me at her pink labia, and then dropped herself down.

Horny as she was, Lynne was copiously wet. But the pretty brunette’s pussy wasn’t quite ready for entrance and was still really, really tight. I knew I had a decent dick - Robin had told me it was above average - but not a huge monster. Still, Lynne was only able to get the first few inches in on that first lunge, but with a few more urgent up-and-down humps she was finally able to get herself entirely seated.

And then she FUCKED me.

Lynne fucked me hard. Lynne fucked me fast. She was exquisitely tight, a pint-sized ball of fury that grabbed onto my shoulders and hyper-humped me for a little bit. She finally unsnapped her bra, tossed it over her shoulder, and then mashed my face into her cleavage while going for wide, circular orbits around my upright shaft. And then she crammed her tongue down my throat while flexing her legs to take deep, full-length humps.

Gawd I loved cute, slender brunettes. Don’t get me wrong, fucking the busty blondes was fun, especially watching their big tits jiggle, but there was something that just turned me on something fierce about having a petite little firecracker in my lap. And Lynne was the hottest, most beautiful little firecracker I’d ever seen.

I loved her cute tushie. Her tits were impossibly firm and so sensitive between my lips. I loved the little squeaks she made when I yanked on her hips to really grind her clit against my pelvic bone. And her voice was angelic when I finally made her scream her orgasm while springing my hips off the couch cushion to pump her as well as she was fucking me.

I still remembered the first time I saw Lynne, looking impossibly gorgeous and sweet at the same time in a sea of haughty older girls. I still remembered the way she’d frowned cutely when I first introduced myself and she turned my name over in her head, only to be followed up by a musical giggle that instantly disarmed me.

I still remembered her beguiling insecurity. She didn’t realize how hot she was, complaining about how the beauty of her cheerleader high school friends had always made her feel invisible.

She’d never been invisible to me. I honestly thought she belonged in that upper tier of world-class beauties with Dawn, Adrienne, Brandi, and Kim, and the fact that she didn’t realize she was out of my league just made me feel incredibly lucky.

And now my wildest dreams were coming true. The gorgeous girl who’d gotten away - and who’d thought of off and on for the better part of three years - had invited me into her apartment and started fucking the daylights out of me. I didn’t yet know what the future held for us, but even if we never had another day together beyond this one, I could still die a happy man.

Lynne’s first orgasm had been the out-of-control screaming one. But rather than let her settle down, I dug my fingers into her ass and humped her light body against my pumping dick until she got a second climax. That one was the same kind of clenched-teeth straining that reminded me of the morning I watched her buffin’ her muffin to the sounds of our friends fucking in their bedrooms, and the sight of her cumming made me adore her all the more.

But after she came down from that climax and slumped against my chest, Lynne set her cheek down against my shoulder and moaned, “I can’t… Too tired… Roll me over and keep going. I wanna feel you cumming inside me.”

My eyes popped open wide but I wasn’t about to question her. I twisted my hips to pivot us around, and we naturally disengaged in the process. Lynne’s couch had low, padded armrests that made for a perfect place to prop up her head as I lay her lengthwise along the cushions, and she wound up with one foot on the floor and the other foot hooked over the backrest. Thus lewdly splayed out beneath me, the wicked hot brunette cooed as I clambered between her spread legs. And then we both groaned as our bodies reengaged.

“Fuck me, Bert. Fuckin’ POUND me.”

I pounded her.

I planted both hands on the armrest to either side of her head while taking heavy full-length lunges with my hips. I watched her beautiful face contort into various expressions of ecstasy, masks of erotic pleasure that spurred me into calling up reserves of energy to continue pounding her well past the point where I’d usually run out of gas. And I was rewarded for my effort when she clenched her eyes shut and screamed her satisfaction again.

I finally stopped pounding her and dropped my pelvis down so I could grind it down on her clit again. She wrapped her legs around me and clutched me close with all four limbs. My chest crushed down on her perky tits and my head hung over the edge of the couch. Lynne made cute little gasps from right around my left shoulder as I continued to grind my cock inside her tight cunt.

Now it was my turn to clench my eyes shut and grit my teeth as my ejaculation approached. My rapid hip thrusts took on an extra sense of urgency, a fact not unnoticed by Lynne.

“Are you gonna cum?” she asked cutely. “Are you gonna fountain all your spunk into my tight little body? Huh? I wanna feel it! I wanna feel you cumming deep inside me! Fuck me, Bert. Fuck me! Harder, baby, harder! So good! You’re so good! I love it! I love it! Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme!”

“I’m fucking you! I’m fucking you!” I grunted back, straining at the edge of my control. I WANTED to cum, but I didn’t want the incredible feelings to end, so I held myself back, prolonging the agony while prolonging the ecstasy at the same time.

But Lynne wanted my sperm.

“Cum in me! Spill your hot essence inside me! CUM IN ME, BERT! CCCUUUMMM!!!”

I came. “Ungh-ungh… UUUNNNGGGHHH!”

“CCCUUUMMM!!!” Lynne howled again. “Keep cumming! I can feel it, Bert! I can feel it! CCCUUUMMM!!!”

SHE was cumming again. By my count that was number four for her, a fact I was quite proud of. I crushed little Lynne beneath me, unable to keep my body weight off her at all while my cock recoiled over and over again, blasting wads of hot spunk into the back of her womb. She thrashed beneath me while clutching my body close with both arms and legs, regardless of my weight. And together we scaled the heights of passionate pleasure.

And then we were done.

Lynne patted my back while humming happily. I drowsed in the male post-ejaculate stupor, barely conscious of the outside world until Lynne started rubbing my shoulder and nibbling on my ear.

“Holy fuck, Bert… That was amazing.”

I wheezed but eventually managed to pick up my head and smile down at her. “Given that your last boyfriend was Ben, I take that as quite a compliment.”

She rolled her eyes immediately. “I don’t try to compare, and that’s pretty bad form bringing up a girl’s ex-boyfriend.”

I immediately winced. “Sorry.”

Lynne raised her eyebrows and stared at me very seriously. “I want to be very clear on this to make sure you don’t misunderstand: I could’ve kept Ben if I wanted, but I didn’t.”

I raised my eyebrows as Lynne took a deep breath, and then she reached up to trace her fingertips down the side of my face before she finished…

“I chose YOU.”

****

So there I was, lying atop Lynne with my stiff shaft still shoved all the way inside her sweet snatch now saturated with all my semen. Bracing my forearms and elbows on the couch cushion beneath her, I raised my chest up high enough that I could look down at Lynne’s beautiful face. She smiled up at me, earnest in her expression having just told me that while she could’ve kept Ben if she’d wanted, she chose me instead.

I didn’t believe her.

I snorted and gave her a lopsided smirk. “Yeah, right. Ben’s a Sex God. But thank you for trying anyway. It’s the thought that counts.”

Lynne furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head slightly. “I’m serious.”

Now it was my time to furrow my eyebrows and shake my head. “Seriously, Ben’s my friend, and I’m not jealous of him. I know full well that he’s a better choice than me in pretty much every category. He’s a phenomenal lover, obviously. He’s taller, better-looking, and has a much better body than me. Years of fucking non-stop apparently does that to a guy. He’s got a bigger dick than me, obviously. He’s smarter than me and gets better grades. He’s emotionally sensitive and all the girls love telling him their innermost secrets. And he carries himself with a cool confidence that I already can tell is really, really appealing to women all over the place.”

“Sure, sure, sure. Ben is all those things and more. And I still chose YOU.”

I frowned at her, still confused. I started to pull myself out of her, but Lynne cinched her legs tighter around me and kept me trapped inside. I smirked down at her and asked, “We’re having this conversation with me still inside you?”

“I’m not letting you go until I know you understand.”

I snorted. “Ben calls these ‘deep discussions’.”

Lynne giggled at that.

I raised my eyebrows. “Have you had ‘deep discussions’ with him?”

Lynne sighed. “Can we STOP talking about Ben?”

“Sure, let’s talk about you. Why’d you give him up?”

The brunette beneath me shook her head. “I love that man, and I’ll always love him, but he and I were never meant to be romantic. We were always friends, and I apparently don’t need to convince you that he’s a great guy. But… I told you back at that Fourth of July barbecue that he and I wouldn’t stay together.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You told me at that barbecue that you weren’t together in the first place.”

“We weren’t.” She winced, waggling her head a bit, before finishing, “…ish…”

I raised both eyebrows questioningly.

Shaking her head, Lynne sighed. “He’s always been into busty blonde bombshells. You should see this new girl he’s with.”

“Amber,” I said with a nod. “He’s texted me.”

Lynne rolled her eyes. “5’10”. Big tits. Blonde hair. More gorgeous than the Sun.”

I frowned. “You’re gorgeous too, you know.”

“I’ve already let you cum inside me. Don’t need to flatter me anymore.”

“I’m serious. You’re as beautiful as any of them. Why won’t you ever believe me?”

“Because I know better. I’m short, I’m plain, I’m flat-chested--”

“These are NOT flat-chested.” I reached up and caressed one of Lynne’s bare breasts, still firm and unsagging despite lying flat on her back. She squirmed a little at my touch and smiled.

“Ben did try to not go out with Amber for my benefit. I admitted it would be a bit of a kick in the teeth to my ego for him to trade me up for a blonde bombshell. But the attraction between them was immediately obvious and I wasn’t going to stand in their way. They make each other happy.”

I raised my eyebrows. “YOU made him quite happy. Frustrated that you always wanted to keep him at arm’s length, but happy.”

“I kept him at arm’s length precisely because I knew we wouldn’t be together forever, or even ‘not-together’. And we stopped the ‘not-together’ stuff less than a week after that barbecue. I told you: Ben wanted me to be his girlfriend. I could’ve said yes. I could’ve kept him. I said ‘no’. But for you… I’m saying ‘yes’.”

I blinked. “You wanna be my girlfriend?”

Lynne’s eyes popped. “Uh… did you NOT want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Oh, of course, of course,” I stammered immediately. “You just surprised me, that’s all.”

Lynne clenched her cunt around my still-embedded cock. “Kinda surprised myself, actually.”

“You and I haven’t even been on a date yet.”

“Yet… I’m still hungry.”

“Oh, well in that case…” I started to pull myself out of her, but Lynne cinched her legs and kept me trapped inside again.

“Not yet. We’re not done talking yet.”

I smirked and relaxed.

Lynne smiled at me. “I knew you were special at that first house party in Berkeley. I spent a lot of time thinking about you, and my heart wanted to reconnect, but my head knew it wasn’t meant to be. And then there you were at the barbecue… we’d been swept together again. I went home that night still in my ‘not-together’ relationship with Ben, and I still loved him as much as ever, but seeing you again was the little reminder that not only were Ben and I not meant to be together forever, but that there might also be another future for me down the line. I knew there was a ticking clock counting down to the end of our relationship, and for a little while I was desperate to wring every drop I could out of it. Ben kept trying to convince me that there was nothing written in stone that we’d eventually break up. He wanted me to believe ours could be a relationship that would build and grow and last a lifetime. I could have said ‘yes’. I could have given him my heart and asked for his. He took me on this beautifully romantic trip to Santa Cruz for what he called our One Month ‘Not-Anniversary’, and it was amazing. But I had one thing anchoring me to reality, one thing keeping me from losing my head and falling head over heels into a doomed fairytale. And that one thing was you.”

I blinked. “You’re telling me I’M the reason why your relationship with Ben failed?”

“Try not to think of it in those terms.”

“If he knew, the dude would fuckin’ kill me.”

“Ben could never kill anybody.” Lynne shook her head emphatically. “My relationship with him was always meant to end. Seriously, he’s with Amber now and would thank you if he knew.”

I made a face. “I dunno about that.”

“I’m not going to denigrate the relationship Ben and I had. I started off thinking I could just provide him the emotional support he needed after the whole thing with Dawn happened. I underestimated the depths of the feelings I’d harbored for him for a long, long time. Years… going back to high school. And it was a wonderful relationship while it lasted.”

“While it lasted,” I repeated.

“Bottom line: five days after seeing you for the first time in three years, I knew my relationship with Ben was over. I knew there was a guy like you out there for me. A guy who would recite Lord of the Rings quotes with me. A guy whose type is cute, petite, and dark-haired. A guy who makes me laugh, makes me feel special. And I’m gonna be honest here: a guy who won’t constantly have a half-dozen other women he’s sleeping with who make me feel like I’m the short, plain, flat-chested one he puts up with in-between sessions of rolling off busty blonde bombshells.”

I snorted at that.

“I want you to be my boyfriend, Bert. I think maybe you could be my LAST boyfriend. I’m trying hard not to put the cart before the horse here, and I’d like to think I’m usually pretty grounded about these things. But there’s potential here, right? I’m not the only one that feels it, am I?”

I shook my head slowly. “This is WAY more than a hookup for me. I’d love for you to be my girlfriend, if you’ll have me. The chemistry we’ve had is off the charts, and I’ll be honest… the mere concept that a girl as hot as you had been with Ben first but then still decides to choose me? I… I don’t even have the words.”

“Say you wanna go out with me.”

I snickered. “I already asked you out. You insisted we had to fuck on the couch first.”

Lynne smiled. “Say you wanna be my boyfriend.”

“I wanna be your boyfriend.”

“Say you wanna be my Bertie-Bear.”

“I… what?”

Lynne giggled. “Too soon for cute nicknames?”

“I almost prefer ‘Sheldon’.”

“How ‘bout this? Say you wanna fuck my slutty asshole.”

“I… what?”

Lynne giggled. “Have you never had anal sex before?”

“Uh, well yes I have but I… I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

She giggled. “It’s still really new to me. Ben was the first, but he’s also really thick and I was really sore afterwards. I’m thinking you might be a more perfect fit.”

“I… wow… But I thought you said you were hungry?”

“Later… later. Right now, I wanna feel my boyfriend ram his big dick in and out of my backdoor until he blasts my bowels full of sperm. So say you wanna fuck my slutty asshole.”

“Uhhh… I wanna fuck your slutty asshole?”

“C’mon, Bert. Say it like you MEAN it.”

Up until a minute ago, my dick had gone halfway soft although it still remained within Lynne’s saturated snatch. But at the erotic heat in my new girlfriend’s voice, I felt my shaft stiffening up already.

So with a grin, I took a deep breath, narrowed my eyes, and growled right in Lynne’s face. “I wanna fuck my girlfriend’s slutty asshole and blast her bowels full of sperm.”

“Yesss…”

“I want my girlfriend to suck my cock and get me ready to fuck her slutty asshole,” I growled with increased energy.

Lynne beamed up at me. “You learn quick. Keep that up and we really might be together forever.”

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us,” I quoted.

“No more quoting! I’ve decided I want my boyfriend’s cock up my slutty asshole. Hurry up!”

I chuckled and finally withdrew. Lynne quickly parked me in a seated position and dropped to kneel before me. A moment later my re-energizing dick was already in her mouth.

And as the pleasure built inside me, I couldn’t help it. I had one more, waxing lyrically, “And he lived happily ever after, unto the end of his days.”

Lynne snorted, and of course she had to stop sucking my dick. But then she gathered herself, pet my prick with the fingertips of her right hand, and smiled down at it as she murmured, “My precious…”

We both cracked up laughing.

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