Dawn's Story l

DAWN

AUGUST 17, 2002, SUMMER BREAK

My heart was already racing well before I saw the house. It felt like ages since I'd last seen Ben and Adrienne and Brooke and everyone else, even though this was actually the shortest wait to see them after a summer camp since they'd moved to Orange County.

Then my heart nearly stopped when I saw the family van parked in the three-car driveway behind a cherry red Mustang and Dayna's Impala. They were already here.

Ben was already here.

There was so much I wanted to tell him. There were so many feelings I wanted to share with him. I loved him beyond anything I'd ever felt or would ever feel for anyone else. He was my destiny, and I knew deep in my heart that we would be together when it mattered most.

I loved him so much that I was willing to wait for him. I wanted him to be happy, and that meant not interfering in his relationship with Adrienne. It hurt. It really, really hurt to not be with him. But I had faith that we would find each other again.

Dad parked our van on the street since the driveway was full. DJ popped the door even before we came to a complete stop, and she made a beeline into the house. I took a moment to calm myself, then more sedately stepped out, walked down the sidewalk, and headed up the steps onto the front porch. My luggage could wait for later. Right now, I HAD to see him.

I froze when I saw him. I mean, I was expecting to see him, but it was still a shock when I finally did. Every time I saw him again, I was amazed at how much he'd grown up in the past few years. Ben had always been a cute kid. Good bone structure, kind eyes, strong jaw. But he'd been short, even shorter than me, up until he showed up that summer camp when I turned sixteen. Now he was a 6'0" tall hunk of man meat, handsome and well-built. The boy attracted girls like he was made of chocolate. And he had a casual confidence that oozed out of his pores every time he moved.

And there he was. Ben was coming out of a bedroom, dusting off his hands and chuckling about something he and Adrienne were talking about. I wanted to run up and tell him that he meant the world to me. I wanted to tell him to leave Adrienne because only I could ever make him truly happy. I wanted to tell him that we belonged together.

But I couldn't do that to him. I wouldn't. Someday; but not right now.

Giving myself something else to focus on, I turned to Ben's right. "Adrienne, hey!" I stepped forward with open arms.

Slightly surprised, the blonde bombshell nevertheless welcomed me with a hug. "Dawn! How was your summer?"

"August has been kind of a drag, actually. After the incredible highs of camp, it's always ... I dunno ... kind of a letdown, you know?"

Adrienne smiled. "Yeah. I won't miss the bugs, but I missed hanging out with you, DJ, and Felicia."

I rolled my eyes, thinking of all the wonderful things Ben and Adrienne must have been doing without me. "Missed ... You can't have been too bored having Ben all to yourself for a few weeks."

Adrienne snorted. "To myself? Yeah, right. Brooke was always around, for one. And then a bunch of Ben's girls all had to have one last farewell before going away: Heather, Candy, Allie, Helene. Believe me, we've been busy," she laughed.

I arched an eyebrow. If Ben were mine, I'd want to keep him by my side as much as possible, not have him running around with other girls and leaving me alone to pine after him. "You don't mind all that? I dunno. If I was still his girlfriend, I don't think I could let him out quite that much."

Adrienne shrugged and then grinned evilly. "Nah. As long as I get to join in. Think you had fun with Felicia?" Adrienne chuckled. "This one girl, Helene? We played her like a piano. Seriously, do-re-mi and the girl goes unconscious from too much pleasure. She wasn't even into girls until we got a hold of her. But up until two days ago she practically had her face in my crotch 24/7."

Ahhh ... That made more sense. Sharing Ben was completely different from letting him go off alone. And I started giggling at the thought of sharing him with Adrienne. She really was stunningly gorgeous. "Speaking of faces in your crotch..."

The gorgeous girl in question grinned, running her eyes up and down my body with obvious interest. "Later. I promise," she replied with an extra husk in her voice.

I nodded and then finally turned to Ben. The little interlude with Adrienne had calmed me down, but the nerves came back to me as I stopped a foot away and tried to smile. A month after parting at camp, my feelings for him hadn't changed one bit. I was madly in love with him. I wanted us to be together ... forever. And I wanted to marry him. But I couldn't have him; not right now. I wouldn't do that to Adrienne. "Hey..." I began.

"Hey, you." I could feel the war going on behind Ben's eyes. He loved me. He really and truly loved me. But he was also IN love with Adrienne and wouldn't abandon her.

My mind was racing again with all the jumbled thoughts and emotions that had paralyzed me before. But thankfully, Ben decided for the both of us what to do as he stepped forward, wrapping me up in the warmest hug imaginable. I sagged into his embrace and smiled, patting his back while he stroked my spine. And in a warm voice that sent tingles all over my body, he softly murmured, "It's good to see you."

"You, too," I sighed before pulling myself back, an arm's length away with my hands still on his shoulders. Our eyes met and our very souls reconnected. And with that knowledge, a sense of peace fell over me. I smiled and said, "We're finally here. And now we'll never have to be apart again."

The new house had to have walls that were made of tissue paper. I was used to home, which while not 100% soundproofed, still muffled things well enough that you couldn't hear someone fucking in another room unless you were listening very hard for the sounds. When I'd wanted to rub myself listening to Dayna or DJ entertaining a guest, I could. But when I'd wanted to do something else, any stray noises just faded into the background.

This Berkeley house was NOT like that at all. Ben and Adrienne were fucking up a storm and every moan, whimper, and passionate groan filtered out of their bedroom and through what seemed to be a hollow door. If the whole house was like this, either the five of us would have to confine our lovemaking to the late hours when no one was around, or we'd just have to accept that we were being broadcast to our friends and whoever else happened to be visiting. Knowing how horny we all got, I was expecting the latter.

I wanted to join them. Adrienne had certainly made reference to faces in crotches. And of course, I was simply DYING to feel Ben ... MY Ben ... deep inside me, filling me in ways that only he could ever do.

But I couldn't. Ben and I couldn't have sex anymore. I had a boyfriend now, and I'd promised Ryan that I wouldn't. No sex. No intimate touches. Not even kissing. And besides ... it would HURT too much. I would be intimate with Ben, and yet, not WITH him. I just wouldn't be able to handle it.

And so ... aching deep inside ... I leaned against the wall and listened to them.

A few minutes later, Adrienne screamed in orgasm. I also heard what sounded like open-palmed spanks to her asscheeks along with the accelerated pounding of the mattress on the bed frame. And then I heard Ben's grunt of relief as he was no doubt spewing gob after gob of cock cream deep into Adrienne's body.

I gave them a minute, trying to calm my own rapid heart rate. And then I opened the door and slipped inside. The still-naked couple glanced over at me and smiled while I turned to them with a smile of my own.

"I knew you'd come," Adrienne beamed. Then she spread her legs, planting her feet on top of the mattress. "Come get your Ben fix!"

We'd agreed on this back at camp. I wouldn't be able to do anything directly to Ben, but I could still do this. He was my drug; I was addicted to him. And I already knew there would be many more days like this when I could suck his cum out of Adrienne's pussy, tasting his unique flavor and fantasizing about getting it directly from the source. I quickly crossed the room and sank to my knees between Adrienne's spread legs. Without the slightest delay, I rammed my tongue into the gorgeous blonde's slit and began slurping noisily, tasting the mingled orgasmic cream of the both of them. And I moaned happily, feeling like I was tasting the most heavenly dessert imaginable.

"No, Ben. Don't." Adrienne's voice rang out above me.

Though I couldn't see him, I felt Ben's presence behind me. I arched my back and thrust out my ass, beckoning him to undress me just enough to shove that beautiful cock into my welcoming body. I wanted him. I WANTED to fuck him.

"You can't, remember?" Adrienne said softly. I wasn't sure if she was talking to him or me.

The tears started rolling down my eyes as I realized that I could quite literally taste my Ben, but nothing more. I couldn't be with him, no matter how much we might want it. Not right now at least. I clung to the "not now" part, dreaming of "later".

And then I felt Ben's lips against the back of my neck as he brushed my hair to the side. He kissed me with a tenderness that melted my insides. These kisses were our most intimate of platonic gestures, and the touch of his lips felt so pure and wonderful.

But I wanted more. Right here, right now, I was willing to throw all my rationalizations away. They made sense when Ben and I were 500 miles apart; but here, in the same bedroom, it just couldn't work. I couldn't be this close to him and NOT want to be with him.

I didn't love Ryan. I loved BEN. I didn't care if I fucked up his relationship with Adrienne, as much as I liked her as a friend. I wanted MY BEN. And as I felt him pull his lips away from my neck, I pulled my head out of Adrienne's crotch and turned around, getting to my feet.

"Ben!" I reached for him, my jaw covered in honey and spunk. My eyes pleaded for him to seize me, ravish me, and never let me go.

"It's okay," Ben gestured for me to stop with both hands. He smiled at his girlfriend adoringly, clearly in love with her. In love with HER. Not ME. And I felt my heart cracking as I saw the expression on his face.

"Go ahead and get reacquainted with each other," Ben continued. "I'll be outside."

I blinked several times, feeling sadder than I had in my whole life. How could he reject me?

But a few seconds later my rational brain caught up with me. Ben was right. This was what we had decided on. This was best for the both of us. There would be time for us later, when we both grew up. We would be together again, when BEN became the man I knew he could be. It wasn't our time just yet, and I didn't want to ruin our future for a few fleeting moments of lust today. It hurt, but I could wait for him. So I nodded in understanding.

"But Ben," Adrienne sat up, a frown on her face. "Don't you want to watch?"

Ben sighed and bit his lip. I saw the same pain I felt reflected in his eyes. "I would", he said. "You know I would. But I can't; it would just be too hard." And then with all the same anguish I felt inside etched across his face, he grabbed a pair of shorts and left.

I looked at the closed bedroom door for a few seconds before I felt Adrienne's fingers softly caressing my cheek. "He loves you. You know he does."

I nodded.

Adrienne smiled beautifully before sighing and saying, "I'll give him back to you someday; I promise."

I turned to look at her, arching an eyebrow.

"I love him," she continued. "I love him with all my heart. But I'm not the kind of girl to marry him and give him kids and all that jazz. I need him, Dawn. I love him and I need him. I know it's not fair that I'm keeping the two of you apart, but God help me, I need him."

I bit my lower lip, remembering the pain of that first week at summer camp and not sure how to feel right now about this girl who had stolen my soulmate. I didn't blame her. A lot of things, including my own decisions, had led all three of us to this point. But it still hurt.

Adrienne stroked my cheek again, giving me a hopeful smile. "Still ... Maybe when I'm a stronger person, maybe when I don't NEED him so much, I'll give him back to you."

Still biting my lip, I looked at the gorgeous girl with a simultaneously hopeful and scared expression.

She just cupped my cheek, her hazel eyes twinkling, and stated, "You're destined to be together. And someday, all your dreams will come true. I'll just keep him out of trouble until that day comes, okay?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. Then Adrienne pulled my face to hers and planted the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips. Our tongues intertwined for a few moments and then a little sigh of pleasure escaped my mouth.

Adrienne smiled and stroked my back lovingly. "Come on. Let's get reacquainted and celebrate our friendship in a sea of bliss."

AUGUST 18, 2002, SUMMER BREAK

There was an awkward moment at breakfast. I'd made pancakes and eggs for everyone, but the eggs were all eaten by the time Ben and Adrienne made it to the table. It was their fault they were late. I'd heard Ben grunting from what sounded like a morning blowjob.

In any case, I was perfectly happy to make more eggs. I was already cooking and I knew just how to make them the way Ben liked. But Adrienne had insisted that she take over, giving me a 'Hey, I'm his girlfriend' look. We'd shared a moment yesterday, coming to the understanding that she'd give him back to me eventually. But for now, Adrienne was still the outsider to our group and a little protective of her position.

Throughout breakfast, Ben looked like he wanted to talk to me. And when the time came to head out and give Adrienne a tour of the campus, Ben changed the plans and had Dayna and Brandi escort Adrienne so that he and I could talk. I felt myself starting to get tense the very second he suggested it.

And so Ben and I ended up on the couch together, leaning sideways against the backrest while looking at each other nervously. Ben actually looked more nervous than me, which made me smile as I watched him trying to organize his thoughts. At the same time, he looked like he wanted to just seize my head and shove his tongue down my throat.

I wanted him to. And I was contemplating starting a volcanic kiss myself, damn the consequences, when he abruptly asked, "How was your date with Ryan last night?"

I blinked a few times, surprised by his question. It had been my first date with Ryan since seeing Ben again, and the whole evening had been a little awkward. Ryan had gone so far as to ask if I'd fucked Ben already, and he didn't believe me when I told him I hadn't. It took a half-hour to convince him otherwise, and even then he seemed skeptical throughout the rest of the night. We didn't even have sex, and I came back to Berkeley unfucked and unsure that I ever really wanted to again with Ryan. My whole relationship with my boyfriend felt different now that Ben was here, and I just couldn't relax.

But I didn't tell Ben all that. How do you talk to an ex-boyfriend about your problems with a current boyfriend? I just replied some stuff about Ryan dealing with a new school, just like us. Ben asked about some of my other friends as well and I reminded him that Gwen and Robin were attending Cal as well.

Still, eventually the conversation worked back to me and Ryan, and I finally told him, "When it came right down to it, I just couldn't."

"Why not?"

We edged around the issue until I finally admitted, "Because ... I knew you were here."

"Dawn..." Ben looked sad for me.

"I just couldn't. Not while you're in the same zip code, Ben."

"He's your boyfriend," Ben said gently.

"YOU should be my boyfriend," I whimpered, looking at him sadly. "That's the way things were supposed to be."

"So what do you want?" Ben sighed helplessly. "You break up with Ryan and I break up with Adrienne and we fall in love and get married and pop out a few kids?"

'YES, ' I wanted to exclaim, but didn't. I wanted it desperately, but it would never happen. I turned and pushed my forehead into my palm. "Doesn't matter. You're not going to break up with Adrienne."

"No, I'm not," he stated firmly, staying loyal to his girlfriend.

Seeing his devotion, I sighed and thought about my boyfriend as well. As much as I loved Ben, I appreciated Ryan. He'd been a great boyfriend, always attentive and caring. And he'd been HERE for me when Ben wasn't. I guess my expression changed because Ben looked at me sharply and breathed, "And you don't want to break up with Ryan, either."

He was right. I didn't. I wanted them both. I wanted the love of my life, my destiny. But I wanted the big, strong man who'd held me in his arms so many times, who had comforted me and loved me and been around for me this past year. Why couldn't I have both? "Am I a bad person?" I whimpered. "When you're around, I want you so badly. And when you're not around and it's just Ryan, I feel so much for him."

I shuddered in agony. Ben reached forward and bear-hugged me, surrounding me with strength and warmth. "It's okay, Dawn. You're not a bad person. That's just being human."

My breath came in heaving gasps. I was shaking and sobbing in Ben's arms, wracked with guilt. "I'm sorry, Ben. I know I should only want you! I'm sorry..."

"No, shhh ... You have nothing to be ashamed about. I understand."

"But I'm supposed to be with you."

"Life doesn't always happen the way it's 'supposed' to."

I sobbed, not understanding my life and the way things were unfolding. Wasn't it supposed to be easier than this? Wasn't everything supposed to magically make sense when Ben and I could be together in one place again?

My breathing eventually slowed, and then without moving my face away from Ben's chest, I exhaled forlornly. "I knew it. I always knew it. At camp, I even said things would be this way. But I guess it didn't really hit me until just now."

He just patted my back.

"Here we are, at Cal, the way we always said we would be," I sighed. "Only you and I aren't the way I'd thought we would be."

"I never thought things would turn out this way either, if it's any consolation," he replied softly.

I pulled away and looked up into Ben's handsome face, searching his eyes. He would have the answers. He would think clearly for us and tell me what to do. He was my Ben. I had faith in him. "What do I have to do?"

He brushed my hair back against my scalp. I LOVED it when he did that. Looking strong and serious, he asked, "Dawn, are you my friend?"

"Yes, Ben. Forever."

"Can you be just my friend? Not my girlfriend?"

My eyes tightened but I set my lips in a determined line. "I'll be whatever I have to be."

"But can you really just be my friend?"

"I have to. I need you in my life, Ben. It physically hurts when you're nearby but I can't be around you. I was in absolute AGONY that first week of camp."

"But I'm in love with Adrienne."

I thought about what Adrienne had told me before, about loving him and keeping him busy until our time had come. I smiled, relieved at knowing she would give him back to me someday. "Then I'll wait for you."

He puckered his lips and I quivered at the thought of him kissing me. My heart raced for a second, then calmed when he kissed my forehead tenderly. "I'll always love you, Dawn. Never forget that."

"I won't."

"You have to do something for me, Dawn."

"Anything, Ben." Anything, anytime, anywhere. I LOVED him.

Ben took a deep breath. "You have to not be IN love with me."

I sighed, a long, long exhalation filled with mourning and resignation. "I know."

But knowing was one thing. DOING, on the other hand, would be a lot tougher.

AUGUST 19, 2002, SUMMER BREAK

The introductions went well. Ben looked surprisingly relaxed, smug even. I wondered if Adrienne had given him a little therapy to calm him down for this. However he managed it, his sense of calm did wonders to settle Ryan down a bit as well. My boyfriend was still edgy, but at least he was under control.

So Ben introduced Adrienne and I introduced Ryan. We chatted about personal history and the usual over a couple of beers. I had to admit I was quite proud that Ryan kept his eyes on Adrienne's face for the entire time. Even I had a hard time not ogling her fantastic tits every time I saw them.

Things got a little tense when the boys hashed out me having sex with Ben at camp, and then me having sex with Ryan last Thanksgiving. But Ben started calming things down as he explained that we would now just be friends.

"She still loves you," Ryan said stiffly.

"And I'll always love her," Ben replied. "But Dawn's my best friend, not my lover anymore. That's a boundary we won't cross, I promise you. I'm IN love with Adrienne, here."

Ryan was skeptical. So Ben finally put everything up front and in the open. "You once told me that if I let her go, you wouldn't give her back," Ben said. "Here we are. The choice is yours."

My eyebrows shot up. I didn't remember them having THAT conversation before.

Ryan took a deep breath and replied, "No. It's not."

The room went silent and you could cut the tension in the air with a dull spoon it was so thick. Ryan took a deep breath, then turned and held both of my hands in his while staring me dead in the eyes. I felt instantly nervous and under a very, very powerful microscope. "Dawn, the choice is yours," my boyfriend stated. "I love you. I know you're not in love with me, but I know you care about me and I still see the potential in 'us'. But I don't want to be trapped in a relationship if you don't really want to be with me."

My chest suddenly felt constricted, as if I couldn't breathe. My jaw was tense and my eyes clicked back and forth staring into Ryan's penetrating gaze.

"So Ben's right there, Dawn," Ryan said softly. "For the first time in a long while, you're looking at the both of us at the same time. It's no longer a choice between a live me and a phantom soul mate 500-miles away. I need to know: Do you want to be with me?"

I didn't look at Ben. We'd made our own choices together, and I was afraid that if I looked at him now I would change my mind. I had to do this quickly, before I second-guessed myself, so I took one deep breath, squeezed Ryan's hands, and said firmly, "Yes. I do."

I watched my boyfriend's eyes light up at my words. Hurriedly, he jerked on my hands and grabbed my head, planting his lips on mine and sealing us together in a passionate kiss. All of Ryan's desperate love and fear poured out at the same time as he lost himself in me. It felt good.

It felt REALLY good.

He wasn't my Ben; but it felt really good to be loved by someone. And now all my old arousal was back.

I hadn't gotten laid in a LONG time. Yeah, I'd had sex with Adrienne a couple of days ago, but I hadn't had anything nice and hard and throbbing deep inside me in far too long. Ben and I wouldn't work out just yet, but I had a big, strong boyfriend who loved me and made me feel so good. I wasn't IN love just yet, but Ryan made me happy and I knew I cared a great deal about him. Plus, he was damn good in bed.

My skin was flushed as I stared at this gorgeous hunk of a man: 6'2", muscles on top of muscles, square-jawed, and with beautiful, crystal clear blue eyes. He was my boyfriend. He was all MINE. There were no doubts about that. There were no other girls to compete with. Ryan adored me and only me. And I felt a pleasurable tingle racing up my spine as I fondly remembered all the wonderful times we'd already spent together.

I was gonna get FUCKED. No more hesitations. Ben and I had made our choices. So panting with arousal, I turned to Ben and Adrienne. "Uh, I think I'm going to go drive Ryan home now, okay?"

Ben chuckled and nodded. Adrienne chirped, "Have fun you two."

I stood up and pulled my boyfriend with me. Ryan at least had the sense of politeness to stop and turn back, saying, "It was nice to meet you, Adrienne. Ben, see you later."

And then I couldn't wait any longer. Giggling, I practically dragged Ryan out the door.

AUGUST 23, 2002, SUMMER BREAK

Mmm ... I loved my life. My boyfriend had fucked my brains out every which way every day since Monday, and I still had a house full of gorgeous women to play with. Don't get me wrong, I love men and I love cock; but there's something so sensual about another woman's touch, especially a woman who knows me so well.

I had two such women already working with me. Brandi was fully naked and lying flat on her back. An equally naked Dayna was straddling her best friend's face and oriented to lean down and fondle Brandi's upright tits. And I was happily tonguing away at Brandi's bare-shaven pussy. Not only was Brandi a dear friend and an excellent lover, but I got an extra naughty thrill knowing she was Ben's big sister. Somehow, that knowledge made her taste even sweeter.

"Ohhh, eat me, Dawn," Brandi cooed, pulling her mouth away from her best friend's snatch for a few seconds. "Dayna, I think that girl's even better than you!"

"Ha!" Dayna giggled and then shoved her cunt back into Brandi's face. I looked up to see my big sister winking at me while she tweaked the brunette's nipples. "Well, we'll have to do a comparison, won't we? After Dawn's finished with you, I'll take a turn and we'll see which Evans girl is the best rug-muncher in the family."

I picked my head up, my jaw coated with feminine nectar, and added, "Then we'll have to drive you down to get reacquainted with DJ, just to make sure."

"Hey, for all you know, our mom could be the best pussy-licker," Dayna drawled.

"Eww! Dayna!" I squealed.

And then they arrived. Ben and Adrienne finally came in to their bedroom, where the three of us roommates were already having sex. Adrienne giggled something about a plan and then raced toward us, already stripping out of her own clothes. The busty blonde bombshell practically tackled Dayna off of Brandi's face and rolled her over to do their own thing. Any further discussion of an Evans-family competition was forgotten.

Now, all my attention was on where Ben was and what he was doing.

Freed of her oral obligations, Brandi set to guiding my head between her thighs. I heard Ben moving around behind me and for a moment, fantasized about him thrusting his cock into my dripping wet snatch. Already, I was feeling even more turned on knowing he could see my naked body, glistening with sweat. I even wondered if my pussy lips were flowering open for him, giving him quite the view from my back side.

And then I felt him kiss the back of my neck. Ben kissed me with a soft tenderness that let me know he was there, and that while he might have wanted to plunge himself inside me, he wouldn't. We were still intimately connected, but ... platonic.

Instead, he moved around the bed next to Brandi's head. The beautiful Junior with dark hair and blonde highlights turned her face to eagerly suck her brother's dick. I moaned and felt a fresh surge of arousal watching the siblings' incestuous blowjob, and I smiled at Ben before resuming my cunnilingus on his sister. Our eyes stayed locked together, though, sharing a quiet moment as we double- teamed Brandi between us.

That set the tone for the rest of the night. Ben and I never touched each other again. But in a way, we still made love through the girls between us.

We started with me sitting back against the headboard, Brandi on all fours eating me out while Ben shafted his sister's cunt from behind. I felt like I was on fire, staring intensely at Ben, cramming Brandi's face a little harder against my crotch while I imagined it was MY cunt Ben was slamming into over and over and over again. "Fuck me..." I mouthed. "Fuck me..."

Harder and harder Ben pounded Brandi, his ab muscles clenching and his pelvis jarring his sister's body with each rhythmic impact. "Oh, fuck," Ben grunted, nearing his orgasm. And then with a final lunge he slammed forward and began spewing his load into... me...

I closed my eyes as I lolled my head back and moaned in orgasm. "Fuuuuuuck..." I imagined I could feel each spurt of cum ... Ben's cum ... jetting into my body. Perhaps Ben was imagining it too.

But the reality was: I couldn't feel it. I couldn't even taste it. Part of our new agreement to keep things platonic was that I wouldn't even seek out his cum, not out of Adrienne's pussy or anyone else's. To taste his cum would be "sexual contact"; and if I was really going to commit to my relationship with Ryan, I couldn't let myself do that anymore.

Instead, it was Adrienne who returned, promptly rolled Brandi over, and then dived her face between Brandi's legs to slurp out all of Ben's jism. That left Ben and I just staring at each other, recovering from our orgasms, thinking of what could have been.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

But then Dayna rolled Ben onto his back, knocking him away from looking at me. My own big sister slurped his dick into her mouth, sucking like a vacuum and bobbing her head up and down to rapidly bring him back to hardness. The process was made much faster when my big-titted sister sandwiched his cock in her double-D tits, wrapping him up in warm titflesh and fucking him with her chest. And soon Ben was recharged and ready to go.

Ben then grabbed Dayna and rolled her onto her back. He grabbed her ankles, lifted them up, and wrapped her legs around his waist before gripping her hips and ramming his dick into her juicing cunt in a single thrust.

Dayna had just barely stopped her first scream when I climbed aboard, straddling my sister's face to continue getting orally serviced. I couldn't have Ben, but I could play with whoever he WAS allowed to fuck.

This also put Ben's face just inches away from my own, as I rode my sister's lips and Ben leaned forward to continue pumping her pussy. It would be so ... easy ... to kiss him. And it was certainly tempting. But this was our test. This was our first chance to prove we could handle the boundaries of our relationship, and I wasn't going to fail him now.

So Ben and I stared at each other from just inches away, watching the contortions of ecstasy crossing each other's faces. And I stared into his eyes while feeling the sucking lips and nubile tongue swishing around my pleasure centers. Dayna was always sooo good at munching pussy.

"Eat me..." I groaned. "Eat me..." And then my eyes half-closed and I grimaced as a fresh orgasm swept through me. Ben's eyes went wide and he seemed energized watching me cumming. And he started drooling a bit while fucking Dayna even harder, staring at me and my big, wobbling tits all the while.

Eventually, I came down from my high and urged, "Switch with me, Ben."

Ben arched an eyebrow, not totally understanding. But he obeyed and gingerly slid out of Dayna's sopping wet pussy while I dismounted my sister's face. Below us, Dayna was gasping for oxygen and trembling from the latest orgasm Ben had given her. Then I moved around to take over tonguing my sister's snatch while Dayna frantically beckoned for Ben to come around to her other end.

"Fuck my tits, Ben," my slutty sister urged. "Fuck these big puppies and cum all over them. Cum on my face and spray on my tits!"

I pretty much heard more than saw the rest. Ben wound up straddling Dayna's chest for the titfuck. That put his gorgeously tight ass right in my face, egging me on while I nibbled on my sister's clit. Ben really had a NICE ass: tight and muscular, without a trace of flab. I'd lovingly caressed it more than once in my time.

I brought my sister to an orgasm, making her scream somewhere above me. Her thighs clamped around my head while my tongue wrapped around her clit. But then her focus was back to the big dick in front of her face. I didn't blame her. I would have been focused on it myself. "Do it! Cum on my face," Dayna urged. "Hose me down, Ben!"

"Arrghh!" Ben grunted, about to blow. I picked my head out of Dayna's crotch and crawled up the bed to watch the money shot. Ben was gripping her breasts tightly and thrusting uncontrollably through her mammaries. His whole body jerked as if he'd been electrocuted, and he gasped, "Fuck!" at the moment of climax.

One ropy string of jism shot out and splattered against Dayna's forehead, painting down the eyelid and onto her right cheek. Ben jerked again and a second shot ran from her chin down her throat as she angled her head away to scream in ecstasy. And then he lifted his dick from her cleavage and aimed the big thing downward as he emptied out the rest of his cum all over her chest, coating Dayna's big tits with creamy globs that splattered pretty much everywhere.

"Cumming!" Dayna screamed. "I'm cumming! Ben's cumming! On meeee!!!"

I returned back to Dayna's crotch, shoving my tongue into her twat and vibrating my entire head to prolong her orgasm. She kept going for what seemed like five minutes. But eventually the gorgeous older babe went limp on the mattress beneath me. And then I picked my head up and called to Brandi and Adrienne, "Come clean her up!"

Ben and I then moved out the way, sharing knowing smiles as Ben's sister and his girlfriend promptly pounced onto Dayna and began slurping jism off her tits with their tongues.

I watched them jealously for a moment before coming to my own resolution: This was the way things had to be. This was the choice we'd made ... together ... Ben and I hadn't lost each other. We were friends — best friends — forever. As friends, we could be eternal. And as friends, we would always have the possibility of becoming more.

Impulsively, I raised my hand up to Ben in salute, palm outward and fingers extended up like I was giving him a Native American greeting. I wasn't sure how he would react, but a second later Ben smiled and raised his hand to match mine, lining them up together. Our hands didn't quite touch; the palms never got closer than half an inch apart. It was a symbol of our relationship, and both of us smiled as we realized that no matter what else we were going through, we were still on the same wavelength together.

Still with our hands just a fraction of an inch apart, I beamed at Ben while he beamed right back at me with a happy grin. "Come on," I told my best friend. "There's one more girl to go. Let's figure out how we can double-team Adrienne."

AUGUST 30, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR

"Pick your jaw up off the floor, Bert." I chuckled and nudged the tall but skinny Korean-American guy standing next to me. He was a decent-looking man, and with a little bit of work and a few extra pounds, I thought he could be considered quite the hunk. But he seemed to really get flustered around beautiful girls.

Right now, Felicia had just walked through the door, the gorgeous 22-year-old fashion model looking like a walking wet-dream in some slinky sleeveless dress that hugged her willowy body and ended just a scant inch below her ass. She exchanged greetings with Ben and then turned to his girlfriend, who was right beside him. "Hi, Adrienne. Thanks for the invite."

Adrienne blushed. "No problem. You should actually thank Dawn. It was her idea."

Hearing my name, I stepped forward next and exchanged hugs with Felicia. And then almost deferentially Felicia cast her eyes downward. "Thank you, Dawn," the brunette said quietly.

I fell right back into a pattern from summer camp, when Felicia was my slave and I her mistress. I didn't think either of us took it too seriously now that we weren't at camp anymore; but playing along, I condescending patted the model's shoulder and intoned, "You're welcome."

Then Adrienne collected Felicia and dragged her off to the kitchen. They definitely made for the better pair of friends. And Dayna meandered by, bumping her hip into mine. "Hey sis. I know you told me, but I never really believed it," she said while nodding toward Felicia.

I giggled. "Oh it was easy. Once Ben fucked her brains out, it was a simple matter to go in and re-wire her new brains to my liking."

Dayna and I exchanged grins and then we went off to enjoy the rest of the party. And it was a great party ... well, maybe more of a "social gathering" than "dance party". But it was early in the year and everyone was still happily in getting-to-know-you mode. Younger freshman mingled with older upperclassmen. Guys mingled with girls. And people weren't shy about meeting new strangers or asking them probing questions. Others were just looking to hook up.

Some people were a little more aggressive about it than others.

It wasn't a huge party. There were about twenty-five people in attendance, the five of us roommates plus a smattering of Dayna's and Brandi's friends. Little Paige Jacobsen, the petite redhead that Ben and Ryan had rescued earlier in the week, was also in attendance, chattering so fast it was hard to keep up. I didn't really like the girl. She had glommed onto Ben right from the beginning, following him around like a lost puppy and clearly appearing to have the mother of all crushes on him, despite the presence of his girlfriend Adrienne.

But I figured Paige would grow out of her crush eventually and besides, Ben was being Ben: wandering around on his own flirting with every pretty girl in sight. Given that most people were Dayna's and Brandi's friends, there were a LOT of pretty girls around.

There were also quite a few cute guys. The boys had to be pretty handsome or charming or something to keep up with Dayna's crew. And while I was always cognizant of Ryan's presence beside me, I did some mild flirting of my own.

Most of my time was spent with Dayna's friends. They all knew me as Dayna's little sister and the girls were eager to take me under their wing and give me advice about boys, school, and everything else under the sun. They also enjoyed flirting with my handsome stud of a boyfriend, and Ryan seemed to be enjoying the attention himself.

The problem came because the male friends ALSO knew me as Dayna's little sister. Dayna was a wild one, with a corresponding reputation for being a wild one. And unfortunately, one of the guys in particular assumed I was just like her.

At some point, the girls had brought their boys together for an organized meet and greet. Well, the boys didn't know we'd organized it, but we girls liked doing things like that to them. So Ben, Ryan, Brandi's boyfriend Matt Kanemura, and Dayna's boy toys Aaron Collins and Kevin Weiss came together for a couple of drinks and a chat. Then we girls slipped away, giggling to ourselves and speculating on what our men would end up talking about.

A few minutes later, I ended up back in my bedroom with Gwen and Robin. My friends didn't know many people and while they'd been mingling some, they felt more comfortable with me. But we'd all been drinking and nature called, so I stepped outside to use the bathroom.

I had to wait a minute, since Marian Liu was using it first. We exchanged hellos when she got out and I went in to do my thing. Afterwards, I checked my appearance in the mirror. And then I opened the door with my left hand and started out.

"Dawn! Heyyy, sugar!" a male voice called out.

I'd still been looking at the mirror and turned my head to see Aaron Collins waltzing up to me with arms outstretched as if he wanted to hug me or something. There was a goofy grin on his face and a half-empty beer bottle in his left hand. "Uh, hey, Aaron," I replied casually and then started heading back to my bedroom.

[whump]

A meaty hand came out of nowhere and plowed into the wall next to my head. Aaron had thrust his arm out to block my passage, and I jumped a little in surprise when I found him leaning over me, his breath stinking of alcohol. "Hey, I wanted to ashk you a queshtion," he slurred.

I blinked rapidly, feeling uncomfortable, but not yet threatened. Aaron was one of my big sister's boy toys. He would know better than to mess with me. I figured he was just drunk.

"Maybe later," I said and took his wrist, pulling his hand off the wall to let me pass in that direction.

"No. Now!" Aaron grunted and slammed his hand into the wall in front of me again. Then he leaned forward, putting his face just inches away from mine even though I backed up against the wall myself, having nowhere further to retreat. His left hand, beer bottle and all, came up and pushed against the wall on the other side of my head.

I was effectively trapped, and NOW I was feeling threatened. My breath sped up and my heart started racing as he leered down at my boobs. I saw a trickle of drool leak out of the corner of his mouth and start dribbling down his chin. At this angle, it would actually drop right onto upper slopes of my breasts in another few seconds. "Aaron..." I pleaded quietly.

"I jusht want to know if you've ever given your boyfriend the sishtersh-fantasy," he slurred. "'Cuz if you and Dayna have, I jusht wanted to know when it'sh MY turn!" His right hand dropped down my side, grabbing my ass and giving it a harsh squeeze.

"Hey!" Ben's voice rang out, clear as a bell. I closed my eyes and sighed with relief. He was here to rescue me. How he knew I was in trouble, I didn't know. But I just knew he'd felt my panic from wherever he was.

Aaron was suddenly yanked off me, Ben jerking his shoulder around and pushing him back a couple of feet. I'd never seen Ben so angry; it was almost scary. But if HE looked scary, Ryan looked downright terrifying. And a second later, Ryan pushed past Ben to grab Aaron by his shirt, bodily yanked the guy away, and slammed him into the opposite wall.

The commotion alerted everyone around. Some girls poked their heads out from the archway to the living room. Gwen and Robin appeared in my bedroom doorway. Ben's and Adrienne's door opened as well, with their friends looking out. And after thirty seconds of Ryan growling something unintelligible at Aaron, Dayna and some of her other friends came around as well. It felt like everyone at the party was suddenly around us.

"What's going on?" Dayna stared at Ryan and Aaron.

Ryan just physically pulled Aaron off the wall and shoved the guy towards Dayna. "Tell your boy-toy to keep his hands off my girlfriend."

Dayna's eyes went wide open in shock and anger. "Did you touch Dawn?"

"Dayna, please," Aaron mumbled.

"Did you touch her?" Dayna's voice got even louder.

"Well, I-"

"Get out," Dayna barked coldly.

"Dayna!"

"Go home, Aaron."

"Fucking bitch," the guy grunted and suddenly Dayna rushed forward, slapping the guy's face loud enough for the sound to carry through the whole house.

"Go HOME, Aaron!" Dayna's voice was the definition of 'Hell Hath No Fury'.

The guy wizened up and left. After that, most all the upperclassmen cleared out, leaving just my friends in one doorway and Ben's in the other, along with me, Ryan, Ben, and Dayna in the hallway. Ryan was protectively cuddling me beneath his arm.

"How'd you know?" Ryan asked Ben.

"Huh?" Ben looked surprised.

"How'd you know she was in trouble?" Ryan nodded down to me.

I looked over and my eyes met Ben's. Time slowed down for a moment as his eyes sparkled, while I communicated all my gratitude to him in my eyes. He smiled. I smiled. And the world once again made sense.

Ben looked back to Ryan, shrugging and saying, "I just knew."

And then Ben and I were smiling at each other again.

SEPTEMBER 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR

"You look a little frazzled today," I bumped my hip into Ben's, momentarily knocking him off balance while we trudged up the hill. He looked handsome in a short-sleeved polo shirt Adrienne had picked out for him at some boutique shop, with jeans that showed off his great ass without being too tight.

"Don't wanna talk about it."

"What? Big Ben goes a night without sex and he wakes up all cranky?" I teased. He and Adrienne had been going through roommate conflicts ever since they moved in together. Once, it was about laundry and the hamper. Yesterday, it was about grabbing the wrong Comparative Lit books. I was almost HAPPY I wasn't Ben's girlfriend. I wasn't sure I ever wanted to deal with those kinds of nitpicky problems.

"I said I don't want to talk about it, Dawn," Ben grumped.

"Hey, what good is it being your best friend if I can't tease you every now and again," I giggled.

"Dawn..." he growled.

"What? You gonna get mad at me? Come on, I'd like to see that. You're NEVER mad at me," I laughed mockingly.

"Grr!" Ben turned and dipped his shoulder, pushing it into my midsection and lifting me up. I squealed in surprise and then started laughing as Ben stood up straight with me flopped over his shoulder like a rag doll.

"Ben! Ben!" I shrieked and giggled at the same time.

"I'll show you mad!" he laughed and spanked my butt.

"Ben!" I exclaimed in surprise, feeling the warmth of sensation crawling up my ass ... and maybe a different kind of sensation in a slightly different spot as well.

Ben spanked me again. "Naughty girl!" [spank]. "This'll teach you to tease me!" [spank]

"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!" I laughed and immediately he set me back down onto my feet.

"Whew..." I sighed, slightly out of breath from the excitement. I put my hands on my hips. "Sometimes I forget how strong you are."

Ben shrugged. "Fucking improves muscle tone."

"Maybe..." I grinned mischievously. I just couldn't resist teasing him some more. "But unfortunately you missed your regular workout last night."

Ben rolled his eyes and then darted forward. My eyes went wide and I turned and ran away, cackling gleefully.

Ben gave chase, and I ran at only half-speed. I kind of wanted him to catch me. I wanted him to hold me close, bend me over, spank my ass, kiss my throat, squeeze my breast, pull down my panties, and ... ohhh...

But Ben deliberately didn't quite catch me. So I kept on bobbing and weaving and giggling excitedly. I hadn't had this much fun in WEEKS as I ran in circles around a tree or a bench or up a little hill, my wonderful best friend chasing me the whole time.

And then finally, I stopped and turned right in front of Ben. He couldn't help but run into me, grab me around my waist and lift me into the air. We spun around together, laughing gaily and smiling radiantly at each other.

But at last our breaths started giving out, and I felt the strain in his arms from holding me up. I patted his shoulders and Ben looked at me longingly for the briefest of seconds. I'm not sure he even realized he was doing it. Then he set me back down, the both of us pausing to replenish our lungs with oxygen.

Smiling sweetly, I then wrapped myself around his arm and squeezed it warmly. And hand-in-hand, we set off to get to class.

OCTOBER 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR

Great, now I'm actively HELPING Ben maintain his relationship with his girlfriend.

I sighed inwardly and forced myself to focus. The most important thing was for Ben to be happy. And right now, if his relationship with Adrienne fell apart over something as stupid as video games, he would end up miserable.

Yeah, the selfish part of me hoped he and Adrienne would just break up naturally, and then I could be there to pick up the pieces. But then I didn't want to be Ben's rebound. I wanted him to really WANT to get back together with me. I wanted him to actively choose me.

Plus, I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to be with Ben just yet. Ryan was being a great boyfriend. Yesterday, I'd barely noticed my feet were hurting; but Ryan noticed and without being asked, walked up and started giving me a foot- massage while I was studying. He still brought me drinks whenever he was up, knowing I was thirsty before I did. And then he'd been so sweet about not even mentioning the word 'sex' around me when my last period left me cramping and miserable.

Maybe Ben and I worked better as best friends. There were no fights. We saw each other every day. And without all the sex stuff getting in the way, I was truly getting to know him as a grown-up person. Yeah, I fell in love with his soul when we were like 4-years-old. But as friends, he'd been learning all my little foibles like my strange fixation on country music (not a common thing in the Berkeley- Oakland metro area), the fact that I was a pretty bad driver ("You're scary when you think and drive," he'd commented), and my nervous habit of picking at my cuticles.

These were all the little things we hadn't learned seeing each other only one month out of the year since we were ten; and there was a lot of catching up to do. We were becoming best friends in practice, not just in name. And I had to admit it was easier to do not having the pressures of a romantic relationship.

So I took a deep breath and focused on fixing my best friend's relationship with his girlfriend instead of thinking about getting him to re-start ours. "Ben, you've heard of the three S's?"

He shrugged. "Sure. Study, Socialize, Sleep." Ben grinned. "Pick two."

"Picking only two is for slackers. C'mon, Ben, you're smart enough and balanced enough to do all three. I am. Adrienne is. But you seem to be skipping Sleep. And for what?"

"I'm doing okay," he said defensively.

"On sleep? That's just for now; it's only been a few weeks. But if you keep this up, those lost hours will catch up to you."

Ben frowned.

"But even the sleep isn't the point. Cuddle time with your girlfriend is really important to her. There's a fourth 'S', especially for you two: Sex." Great, now I'm telling Ben he needs to improve his sex life with another girl.

Ben grinned, "The most important 'S'."

"Not for you, apparently. Adrienne says you've turned down sex a few times lately. Now THAT is not the Ben I know." I shook my head.

"So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying you need to stop and think about what your priorities are. And I'm saying that every relationship is built on communication. You need to talk to your girlfriend about this gaming addiction, not me."

"But-"

"No 'buts'. Talk to her."

Ben rolled his eyes. "You sound like Brandi."

"Good," I grinned. And then I put my hand on his. "We all love you, Ben. We're all looking out for you. And we won't LET you screw this up."

Ben smiled. I smiled. And I realized that I really did like this new relationship between us.

NOVEMBER 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR

Hot and sweaty, our boys returned home from the gym as victorious champions. Well, not champions, but they'd won their basketball game.

"So Ryan had his man biting on head fakes all day, and just when it was game point and we really needed a play, Ryan goes all Kobe Bryant, taking the ball at the top of the key with an eye on the basket." Bert said excitedly, waving his hands around to illustrate the positioning. "He dribbles left and then head fakes right, and-"

Robin rolled her eyes, looking at Ben. "Does he ALWAYS talk this much?" she asked in her classic Robin-esque deadpan.

Ben snorted and looked into his Coke. "You tell me. YOU started dating him."

Robin sighed and smiled at her boyfriend, who just looked hurt for a moment. Fortunately, Ryan spoke up to save the day. "Relax, Robin. Bert's just getting to the best part."

I smiled proudly at my boyfriend. He was always such a good friend to the others: polite, supportive, and loyal. He'd never throw one of them under the bus for any reason. He'd even become pretty good friends with Ben, as far as I could tell. Yeah, they didn't exactly hang out together. Fact was: Ben was my ex-boyfriend, which would be awkward enough for any guy. But since Ben and I had gone out of our way to make clear that ours was now a platonic relationship, Ryan was becoming friendlier. And basketball had been bonding them lately.

Robin looked to Ben, who nodded in confirmation, leaning in. "Bert just wants to tell you about how he made the game-winning shot. Your boyfriend's quite the athlete."

Gwen snorted. "Really?" She shook her dirty-blonde head doubtfully.

"Really," Ryan chimed in sincerely. "Game MVP. Couldn't have won it without him."

Ben nodded seriously and Robin actually cracked a smile. "Really, baby?"

"Really," Bert was beaming now. And he was even happier when Robin pulled his head to hers and pressed her lips to his.

"Aww..." I smiled and kissed Ryan's cheek. Adrienne was doing the same to Ben. And that just left Gwen and Paige to quietly simmer in jealousy.

Robin then pulled back, smiling at Bert before fixing her boyfriend with a dead- serious expression on her face. "Okay now really. How many points did you score?"

Bert blushed. "Uh, just the three."

"And how many did Ryan score?"

Bert chuckled. "Twelve. Ben had six. Matt had the other four."

"And you just played the one game?"

"Uh, no. Three."

"And how many points did you score in the other two games combined?"

"Uh, I think five."

"So you scored the least on your team?" Robin smiled.

Bert steeled his spine, picked his head up, and looked at Robin confidently. "Yeah. But they were the most important three points in the game."

We all grinned at that.

Fifteen minutes later, we were all separating to get cleaned up. Robin was taking Bert back to her place since the two of them were going out for dinner. Ben was going to take a shower. And we were sending Ryan upstairs to Dayna's and Brandi's bathroom at the same time.

Ryan had stashed his backpack in my bedroom while the boys had gone to the gym, and he went in to retrieve a change of clothes and his towel. When we came out, the door to Ben's and Adrienne's bedroom opened up and the pair of them came out wearing nothing but their towels, arms around each other and giggling.

This time, Ryan couldn't resist ogling Adrienne's spectacular body. The towel wasn't nearly big enough for her 5'10" frame, the top barely high enough to cover her nipples while letting those massive tits bulge out the top. The bottom didn't quite cover her asscheeks, the last inch or so of her globes curving downward in the naked air.

If Adrienne noticed Ryan's stare, she didn't react. Her eyes were all on Ben as they went into the bathroom together, giggling the whole time.

My own eyes were on the half-naked pair as well. I could already imagine what they'd be up to in the shower together, and I could imagine what WE'D be up to in the shower. So moving up alongside my boyfriend, rubbing his bulging bicep, I murmured in a husky voice, "That looks like a good idea. Gimme a second to grab a towel."

I started moving away but Ryan grabbed my arm. "Wait. No!" he hissed and looked around nervously as if we weren't the only ones around. The house was completely deserted except for the four of us, and Ben and Adrienne were already in the bathroom.

"Why not?" I frowned. "Don't you want me to wash your back?"

"No, not really."

I pouted. "C'mon. Don't you remember when I gave you a blowjob in your shower back home?"

"That was back home," Ryan stammered, still looking around nervously. "This is... here. I'm just not comfortable."

"Ryan-Ryan-Ryan," I sighed. "There's nobody around."

"People could still hear us. This place has paper-thin walls."

"So? The only ones who might hear us are Ben and Adrienne. I assure you that they don't care."

"Well, I care," he said defensively, clutching his bag over his body like he was ashamed to show me his body.

I rolled my eyes in sudden annoyance and pushed him away. "FINE. Go. Don't want to keep you waiting."

He realized he'd upset me. Ryan was DEATHLY afraid of ever upsetting me. "Dawn ... please..."

"No, no," I waved him off. "Go take your shower. I'll be right here." I shrugged and turned back into the living room.

Ryan watched me go for a second. And then I heard his footsteps going up the stairs.

I flopped onto the couch while Adrienne's giggles and then moaning started to waft out of the bathroom. Ben's grunting soon followed.

Rubbing my temples with my fingertips, I cursed my prudish boyfriend and sighed, trying not to imagine what Ben and Adrienne looked like beneath the shower's spray.

DECEMBER 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR

"Wait, WHAT?" Ben blinked several times, not quite believing what Adrienne had just told us.

"Come ON, Tiger. It'll be fun!" Adrienne said gleefully. "And I want to watch!"

"So do I!" Ben protested.

I chuckled to myself, imagining a blindfolded Ben frantically darting his head left and right, wondering what the hell was going on.

"Pssht. That would defeat the whole purpose." Adrienne shook her head. "And it's not like you aren't used to me blindfolding you."

"C'mon, Ben," Dayna drawled. "Isn't a blindfold a small price to pay for fucking a bunch of hot girls?"

Ben rolled his eyes. "It's no fun if I don't know WHO it is. I figured that out last time," he glared at Adrienne. "It was interesting, yeah. But I'm not just a living dildo to be used by a faceless stranger. I like some emotional connections with a girl, you know?"

Dayna sighed but shrugged. "It's your call. You don't have to be there. But we're gonna kick you out of the house on Saturday."

I decided to pipe up. "If you're uncomfortable, Ben, I'll hang out with you. We'll go visit the others somewhere. Maybe even drive out and spend the day in San Francisco or something." I had been thinking to ask Ryan to do this for me, but if Ben wasn't going to be there, then a double date with Ryan and Adrienne might be fun instead.

But then Ben barked in alarm, "Wait, are YOU staying, Adrienne?"

Adrienne sighed. "If you're not there, no. I wanted to play with some of the girls and watch you..." She exhaled. "But, if you don't want to do this, I'll hang out with you guys, too."

The disappointment in Adrienne's voice was obvious. Ben's face fell as he heard it, and I watched the gears turning in his brain. Clearly, his girlfriend wanted to do this, not for the guys but for the other girls, oddly enough. That warranted its own conversation until Dayna started commenting about how girls got just as horny as boys.

"People look at us as sluts if we act on our feelings like boys would," Dayna said. "This is a chance for the girls to cut loose and enjoy themselves without fear of how a guy will look at them afterwards or give them any negative reputations. Plus ... yeah, you're living dildos; but you're also gonna get to fuck a dozen hot chicks. Everybody wins."

Adrienne added, "And it's just a blindfold. You'll have free use of your hands and everything else. You can feel and touch and everything. Just keep your mouth shut if you figure out who any of them are."

Brandi chimed in. "Look at the bright side. We're actually asking you and giving you the option of agreeing or disagreeing instead of just dragging you into this. It's really your call."

Ben took a deep breath and looked at Adrienne, who had such a hopeful expression on her face. And after another moment's thought, he started nodding. "Okay. I'm in."

Brandi snorted. "Don't seem so depressed about it."

Ben chuckled and then furrowed his eyebrows. Then he looked straight at me. "Ryan in on this?"

I blushed. The girls had told me their plan yesterday, and I was thinking it would be pretty fun. The simple fact was that I had not had any male lovers except for Ben and Ryan (Mark had ceased to exist in my mind). And Dayna was right on point about the desire to cut loose a little bit without being labeled a slut. I took a deep breath and answered, "Not yet. But if you're in, I will be asking him." Then a little sadly I added, "Our relationship has needed a little spice in it anyways."

Ben nodded thoughtfully, watching me intently. I was sure he could see right through to my heart, sure that he would recognize the horny bitch inside me that wanted to go wild and crazy, even if just once in my life. Ben didn't judge me. I already knew he accepted me and accepted this curiosity of mine. Of course, I'd only had two lovers and he more than I could count. He had no place to judge.

And I sighed at the rut my relationship with Ryan had fallen into. He was a sweet, generous, wonderful boyfriend. It's just that he could get ... boring ... sometimes. There was just no spontaneity in our relationship anymore.

Maybe this would shake him up a bit.

I was nervous as hell when I walked into that room, wearing a simple bra and panties. At first, I'd thought of wearing something slinky or sexy; but then Dayna reminded me that all the boys would be blindfolded and couldn't see a damn thing.

Still, I wore something nice. There would still be nine other girls who COULD see me, and I wanted to look good for them, too.

At first it was just me, Dayna, Brandi, and Adrienne. The six boys were spread around the living room, either on couches or comfy chairs pushed against the wall. Dayna marched to the middle of the room with an imperious tilt of her head, and she laid down the rules. "Rule 1: You do NOT remove your blindfold. You do and there will be a LOT of pissed off girls who will make sure you never get laid in this town again. Rule 2: The girls are in charge. You stop if they tell you to stop. Rule 3: You only exist as living dildos for us. If you get too worn out to continue, we will escort you out. No sense in spending more time risking you learning the girls' identities. Rule 4: No names. Even if you manage to identify a girl, don't say her name out loud. And the girls won't say your names, either. And Rule 5: You all swallow these."

I put a water bottle and two pills into Ryan's hand. He turned his face toward me when the bottle touched him, and I instinctively shrank away from the blindfolded man, even though he was my boyfriend. Unable to see me, he then slowly panned left and right, trying to relocate me as I realized I'd pulled the bottle and pills away from him. Nervously, I put them back. One was a tablet of ecstasy to loosen the boys up and make them susceptible to our touches. Some of the girls had taken them, too. The other was Cialis to keep the boys hard.

After checking to make sure all six boys had dutifully swallowed their pills, Brandi went to the stairs and called up, "Ready!"

Angela Chan, Monique St. Claire, Kerri Trainor, Julie Carpenter, Marian Liu, and Tracy McMillan all trooped down wearing nothing but lingerie. Then we girls fanned out, and the party began.

For comfort, I started next to my boyfriend. I wasn't yet sure how to approach another man, not even sure I wanted to go through with this. Dayna was right: even girls get horny and want to fuck. But we like a little personal connection to go along with it, and my instincts were resisting this plan to experiment around.

Julie Carpenter also came over by me. I knew the pretty brunette girl had a thing for my boyfriend, and she was grinning almost over-excitedly as she approached. The older girl reached for my hand, squeezing it gently while her eyes questioned whether or not I was really okay with this.

Could I watch my boyfriend fuck another girl? Yeah. I'd seen Ben do it enough times, with my own sisters, Gwen, and Felicia. It was just sex. Ryan didn't even know who the girls were, so I really wasn't concerned with him losing his attachment or affection for me.

I was more worried about me fucking another guy.

But that was for later. Right now, Julie had put her hands on Ryan's thighs, stroking them firmly. Ryan was panting softly, looking nervous as all hell. He clearly could tell that it wasn't my touch, and he tensed up when Julie reached for his shorts.

"Relax, babe," I soothed into his ear. "I'm right here. And I'm totally okay with this."

Ryan relaxed enough, and he turned his face to me. Impulsively, I leaned down to kiss him, and he welcomed me eagerly. We kissed with the familiarity of old lovers, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth. But just when I started to relax, Ryan tensed up again and pulled his head back, grunting urgently.

I looked down to see that Julie had completely swallowed Ryan's cock, fully seven-and-a-half inches of turgid man meat right down her throat with her lips sealed around the base. "Oh, shit!" I gasped in surprise.

This was it. I was watching my boyfriend getting sucked. And I had to admit ... It turned me on.

I found that my hand was absent-mindedly rubbing my own crotch through my panties, and I leaned in to whisper into Ryan's ear. "Feel good, babe? You've got a pretty girl with her mouth wrapped around your dick. And it isn't me."

"Unnghhh..." Ryan groaned. He did very well at professing his love for me, keeping his eyes from straying and being steadfast in his loyalty. But he was still a male, with a male's instincts to spread his seed. And whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was more turned on right now than he'd been with me in over a month, just knowing he was getting sucked off by someone else.

I kinda wondered just who he was fantasizing about though...

Meanwhile, I looked over to see Tracy McMillan going down on Ben while Adrienne egged her on. I realized that there was even less jealousy in me than I would feel over Ryan. Ben was just a sexual creature, and monogamy wasn't in his DNA. Even if we did get married someday, I knew that I would never be his only lover. I might put him on a tighter leash, but he would always roam.

Elsewhere, the boys were getting into action a little faster. Brandi's boyfriend Matt was already flat on his back on one of the mattresses while Dayna was straddling his waist, obviously bouncing up and down his cock. Marian Liu was sitting on his face at the same time, and Dayna was presently leaning forward to tweak the much smaller girl's perky titties.

On another mattress, Alan Kwok was leaning over Angela Chan, plowing her good. Kevin Weiss was with Monique St. Claire. And Brett Benson was with Brandi. Heck, Adrienne had left Ben and was dyking it out with Kerri Trainor nearby. It seemed that I was the only one not doing something.

I rather nervously looked around the room. Just what did I want to do? More to point, WHO did I want to do? Ryan was the obvious choice. But then, I could fuck him any time and did I really want to deny him a chance with another girl? This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for the both of us. Ben ... Ben was off limits. Ben was off limits.

Ben was off limits.

I sighed ... Ben was off limits. Don't even GO there, Dawn.

But Ryan will never know.

But YOU will.

I sighed. Ben was off limits.

Matt Kanemura was pretty hunky. I really liked his features and Dayna was certainly enjoying herself right now. While I'd never be quite so ... slutty ... as my older sister, I could appreciate her taste in men. And for that matter, Kevin would likely be a wonderful partner because of Dayna.

Alan was pretty cute. And Brett was certainly well-built. Oh, what to do...

"FUCK! FUUUUCK! FUUUUCK!!!" Tracy started yelling. Every other girl had kept words out of her mouth, only moaning or whimpering. Even Julie had started humping up and down my boyfriend's pole, her bra-clad tits rubbing against his chin as his thick cock spread its first pussy that wasn't mine. But she only moaned quietly while absorbing the sensations.

I smirked. Leave it to Ben to drive a girl so completely up the wall that she forgot herself. And then my hunky best friend slumped on top of the athletic blonde, grunting into her ear as they chatted quietly, clearly both enjoying the aftermath of their orgasms.

Okay, fuck this indecision. I'm going to get laid.

I decided to start slowly, working myself up to my comfort level. From what I gathered, everyone in the room had done some wild and crazy sexual shenanigans at some point in their lives except me. While they might never have done something quite this outrageous, the closest to an orgy I'd ever gotten was that Thanksgiving when Ben gave me to Ryan for the first time.

So I approached Julie Carpenter after my boyfriend had nutted a load into her. She was dizzy from her own orgasm, panting softly, and I pulled her away from him before brushing her hair back and looking deep into her eyes.

Clearly aroused, she invited me in before I kissed her. And with that little icebreaker out of the way, I worked my lips down her body, unclasping her bra and then nursing on her swollen nipples.

"Mmm, you've done this before," she murmured.

I looked up at her and smiled. "I've got a little bit of Dayna in me," I whispered so that only she could hear.

Julie grinned and then started working my lingerie off as well. She quickly pulled us into a sixty-nine on our sides, but I rolled her on top of me and parked my lips in her shaven crotch so I could begin to lap out my boyfriend's spending from her stretched pussy lips.

My tongue feathered in and around Julie's labia. She had a very pretty pussy, if I had to say so myself. She was very clean and neat and her juices tasted quite sweet whenever I wasn't sucking down a creamy glob of Ryan's cum. The aromas and sounds of fucking all around me soon took over, and I closed my eyes and lost myself to the bliss.

I didn't even realize I'd given Julie an orgasm until I blinked and found my face soaked with a fresh layer of girlcum. Her thighs were squeezing my head and a few seconds later, I was moaning into her crotch as I released a flood of my own. And when we were done, I turned my head out to look at her and grinned, "You've done THAT before."

Julie giggled. "Many times ... Sometimes I think I love fucking girls more than guys. Sometimes..."

I just grinned and then looked around. Time to get laid. But even now, my mind was working. Purely on physical attraction, I probably would have picked Matt. I liked his exotic look, but at the same time, I knew he was Brandi's boyfriend. The other girls might be able to fuck him and never think twice about it, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it and then still be "normal" around him the next day. Even if he never knew it was me, I would know. Most likely, I'd be seeing a lot of Matt as he visited the house to see his girlfriend, and I would just feel WAY too weird about it. The same went for Kevin. How could I be around my sister's boyfriend after this?

So that left only Alan Kwok and Brett Benson. Both were Seniors and would be graduating next Spring. Both were handsome, virile men. And I wouldn't have to be around them nearly as much as the others.

Two guys were plenty; that would double my experience. Two guys, near- strangers, I could handle. And at the moment, Brett looked like he was available as Brandi had left him gasping after their fuck.

So gathering up my courage, I patted Julie's ass and then got up, moving over to the slightly panting, well-built older man. Brett had cum recently and was just enjoying the afterglow of anonymous sex, not even bothering to try looking out through his blindfold as he just sagged against the overstuffed armchair and panted slowly.

But when I purred in his ear and started walking my fingers up his leg, he turned and blindly smiled in my direction. I wrapped my hand around his semi-hard cock, stroking experimentally, and a tingle of power went down my spine as the cute guy groaned in pleasure.

This could be fun.

"I'd like to wait for ... uh ... you know," Ryan muttered softly. Clearly, my boyfriend wanted to wait for me.

I felt a pang of guilt hearing him say that. Even though he'd just fucked three or four or however many girls who weren't me, even in the middle of a crazy blindfolded orgy like this, he was still loyal to me. Ryan loved me with all his heart, and I felt like I'd betrayed him.

True, I hadn't let either Brett or Alan cum inside me. It was a mental thing I'd told myself not to let them do, saving that as sacred for my boyfriend. I'd swallowed Brett and let Alan spray my tits. That part had been extra fun since Angela Chan had come over and licked me clean. Then of course I had to lick her clean. And ... well, you get where I'm going. I think I spent more time with the girls than with the guys.

Still, I felt a little guilty. My body was supposed to belong to my boyfriend. But then again, what was good for the goose was good for the gander, and Ryan's body certainly hadn't belonged to me for the past couple of hours. Besides, I was still red hot and horny and flushed from some of the most amazing orgasms I'd ever experienced since ... well ... since Ben.

Speaking of Ben, he was in the middle of a threesome, still plugging away. Leave it to Ben to keep going and going and going like an Energizer Bunny. Hell, I figured he'd outlast ALL the girls, even if all ten of them ganged up on him. As it was, Brandi, Julie, and Angela had all called it a night by now. Only Matt, Kevin, and Ben were still functional from the guys.

My eyes glazed over slightly as I watched Ben's muscular body thrusting down into Tracy's sodden snatch. Unlike Ryan, Ben had more of a wiry strength, not really bulky at all. But his muscles were well-defined, built for endurance more than raw power.

Tracy was built very much the same. The athletically-built girl had her strong legs wrapped around Ben's waist, tugging him into her with each thrust. She actually had six-pack abs that flexed as she hunched her hips to meet him each time. And the other Energizer Bunny of the group, Marian, was sitting on Tracy's face, wriggling and making cute little "Eep!" noises like she could continue on for another 24-hours.

I was drawn to the fucking threesome. Even blindfolded, Ben stared down at the girls beneath him purposefully, almost as if he could see the way Tracy's big, firm tits wobbled with each thrust. I thought back to the times he stared at me the same way, such raw intensity in his eyes. No one had ever looked at me the way Ben could do sometimes. His brown eyes were just so expressive, communicating his love and lust and passion for me all at once. It was a shame — for Tracy — that she was deprived of the chance to see him looking at her that way.

And it was so unbelievably arousing to watch Ben fucking the pretty blonde into the floor. Watching their two muscular bodies humping away, plus the added eroticism of Marian "eeping" and humping Tracy's face, was such a turn-on. And I found myself absentmindedly rubbing my own tits and snaking a hand down to my crotch as I heatedly watched them going at it.

"Mmmm..." I moaned softly.

A hand beat me to my own crotch, though. Kerri was beside me, leaning in to rub her own well-formed tits against my arm while she snaked her right hand down to diddle my clit. I moaned and turned my face into the crook of her neck, gasping with pleasure while keeping my eyes on Ben fucking Tracy's brains out. Kerri then wrapped her left arm around my body to cup my breast from the other side, the both of us moaning now as we watched the fucking threesome come to their climaxes.

Marian was first. Tracy popped a finger up the petite Chinese girl's ass, and she screamed at such a high-pitch we actually stopped hearing it. I'm sure a dog started wailing somewhere down the block. And then Marian toppled off, flat on her back as Angela moved forward to help her friend.

Tracy was next. Her ab muscles rippled as her entire lower body jerked and then trembled with her climax. She gritted her teeth and then let out a keening wail of completion. At the same time, her legs clamped around Ben, trapping his cock at full depth inside of her. And Ben jerked as well as his mouth dropped open and a guttural grunt escaped his mouth. From the tension in his neck, I was sure he was flooding her pussy with his latest load of spunk.

"Aaaaagh!" Tracy gasped.

"Urggghh!" Ben grunted. And then their two bodies slowly came to a halt.

When he finished busting his nut, Ben rolled onto his back, his chest heaving up and down rapidly. But my eyes weren't on him anymore. I picked my face out of Kerri's neck and stared, enraptured by the sight of a creamy trickle oozing out between Tracy's thighs.

It was cum. It was Ben's cum. He was my drug. He was my addiction. "Please," I said hungrily before my brain caught up to what I was saying. "I want it." And then I was crawling forward to put myself between Tracy's legs.

Just then, my brain DID catch up and my eyes flew wide open. Ben had HEARD that! And I clapped my hands over my mouth.

Marian shifted to the side and sat up, looking back and forth between me and Ben. "Relax," she said. "He can't see you."

I blinked twice and then without pausing another second to think about it, I ducked my head down. CUM. Ben's cum. I wanted it. I needed it. And as I tasted the familiar flavor against my tongue, I hummed happily and immediately started hoovering out every droplet I could find.

I could feel a part of Ben's soul touching mine. This was heaven. So good. So FUCKING good...

And then I tasted MORE.

My eyes fluttered open as I felt the thick cock stretching my lips wide. I hummed happily again as more and more of his semi-hard cock — Ben's cock — pushed into my mouth. I didn't know how I'd gotten over here and I didn't really care. I let the bliss carry me away into la la land as I luxuriated in the ecstasy of sucking on my Ben's cock.

A gasp of surprise shook me from my reverie. I blinked and glanced around to see Adrienne, Ben's girlfriend, with a look of shock on her face. She'd clapped both hands over her mouth and her hazel eyes were open wide as she stared at me. And only then did I realize just what it was I was doing.

Oh, SHIT. I couldn't believe I'd sucked on Ben's cock. Actually, I was STILL sucking on his cock. It was still in my mouth and I was loathe to pull off him. Yeah, this was a swinging party, and other girls had done much more than I had to Ben. But Adrienne knew and I knew that I shouldn't be doing this. We'd agreed that I wouldn't be doing this. But I WANTED to do this. And I pleaded with Adrienne for understanding while apologizing with my eyes.

Then I felt Ben's hands running through my hair, simultaneously keeping my mouth around his dick and subtly encouraging me to continue. All he knew was that there was a girl's warm mouth sucking his dick and he wanted her to continue. I wanted to continue. And then Kerri was next to me, husking softly, "Go on. Fuck him. You know you want to."

I moaned, sucking a little harder on Ben's prick, which was rock hard and ready for copulation.

"I'll sit on his face," Kerri whispered. Then her voice dropped and I could barely make out the rest. "Just keep yourself quiet and he won't know it's you."

I moaned once more, squeezing my eyes shut as my jaw trembled around Ben's thick shaft. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this. I couldn't do this. I wanted to. GAWD DAMMIT I wanted to! But Ben was my friend. Ryan was my boyfriend. My conscience couldn't take this anymore. Abruptly, I pulled away and turned my head to Kerri. In a panic, I whimpered, "I can't. I can't do this to Ryan."

"We'll never tell," Kerri said quietly.

I shook my head, glancing one last time at Ben. The weight of the wrongs I'd already committed weighed down on me. Quieting down so that Ben couldn't hear me, I moaned forlornly, "I probably shouldn't have even sucked him."

"But ... You love him," Kerri said simply.

My heart cracked. The tears flooded my eyes. And without another word, I got up and ran away.