Cohabitation ll
MONDAY, OCTOBER 14, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
Bert, Dawn, and I were sitting on a bench outside our next class, which wouldn't start for another five minutes. We could probably go inside and take our seats, but the weather was absolutely perfect and we just wanted to enjoy it for a bit. Dawn was even lying down, her head in my lap while I slowly brushed her hair with my right hand.
"Dude, three o'clock," one of my classmates hissed from the next bench on my right, nudging his friend beside him.
Curious, I turned to the right to look as a hot redhead and beautiful brunette turned the corner wearing short skirts and skimpy blouses. I grinned as I recognized them as Kerri Trainor and Julie Carpenter.
"'Sup ladies..." the guy on the next bench drawled, nodding his head and trying to look cool.
Feeling smug, I offered up, "Hey Kerri. Hi Julie."
The girls completely ignored my classmate and came straight to me. Julie replied, "Hiii, Ben" in a flirty, sing-song voice. Kerri just brought a hand up to her lips and blew me a kiss. I started grinning.
And then for good measure, Kerri added, "Hey, Bert. You're looking good today!"
My friend blushed and looked at his shoes.
"See you guys later." Julie waved as they passed.
The two boys on the bench to my right literally dropped their jaws open. They looked after the girls, then at Dawn who was just grinning in my lap, and then back to the girls.
Yeah, my ego could get pretty big.
MONDAY, OCTOBER 21, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
It was 12:06am on Sunday night — technically Monday morning — when I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Adrienne's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. My girlfriend dug her heels into my ass, tightening her arms around my back to pull me deeper as she felt the cum flowing out of my body to crash against her insides like waves cresting on the beach. The first wave would start receding only to be met by the second coming forth, and both our bodies twitched and humped together as I finished filling her up with my jism.
"Mmm ... that was a good one, Tiger," Adrienne patted my shoulder.
"Ughh..." was all I could manage to grunt, my mind blank post-ejaculation. I sagged onto Adrienne's chest while she rubbed my back, sighing happily.
Eventually, I recovered my energy enough to pick myself off my girlfriend's body and roll to the side. She reached to the nightstand to get some tissues and blot herself up before it leaked all over our sheets, and I kicked my feet off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Adrienne suddenly turned to me with a frown. She'd been pulling one of my T-shirts over her head to help keep her warm at night, as well as her panties for cleanliness.
I winced. "I, uh, I didn't finish my Econ homework. I've still got to finish it."
My girlfriend fixed the shirt and her panties and then pouted. "But I thought we were going to sleep together."
I grimaced. "I would, but you know I've got to finish this."
"Well if you hadn't spent two hours playing that new video game Bert brought over, you would have had time to finish. C'mon Ben. You've had ALL weekend!"
"I know, I know." I winced. I'd procrastinated.
Adrienne bit her lip and sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't nag."
"No, it's okay." My heart went out to my girlfriend. She really DID love falling asleep in my arms, and I felt like I was letting her down. "C'mon," I began while rolling back and opening my arm to her. "Come cuddle."
"But what about your homework?"
"I'll wait for you to fall asleep, as long as you're okay with me slipping out once you're unconscious."
"Really?" Adrienne's hazel eyes sparkled, and she looked adorable at this moment.
"Yeah..." I nodded. And then I sighed contentedly while she pillowed her blonde head against my chest and wrapped her arm over me, joining me with a contented sigh of her own.
It felt nice, and as I heard Adrienne's breathing slow down into a gentle rhythm, I felt a wonderful peace washing over me. But I couldn't sleep just yet. I HAD to finish my homework.
"What are you still doing up? Thought you and Adrienne went to bed at midnight every night."
I looked up from my spot on the couch to see Dayna heading into the kitchen wearing a pink bathrobe. I held up my Econ homework and stifled a yawn. "Gotta finish this by 8am. But I won't do it again."
Dayna chuckled. "It starts with a single assignment, Ben. First, it's one piece of homework. Then, it's a test you procrastinated studying. The next thing you know, you're going to sleep in the wee hours of the morning every day, like me. Want some coffee?"
I'd need it. "Sure, thanks."
The busty blonde nodded and then headed into the kitchen, continuing to talk to me. "So I take it that gorgeous girlfriend of yours is already asleep."
"Yeah," I answered while attempting to read the next line in my book.
"You leave her nicely fucked before she passed out?"
I picked my head up. "Huh?"
Dayna returned to the doorway. Behind her, I could hear the coffee maker perking. "I find that I always sleep better after I've gotten laid. How 'bout you and Adrienne?"
I blushed and glanced down. "Uh, yeah. Me at least. I always sleep better."
"So you guys make love before you go to bed, right? I can hear you pretty often."
"Most nights." I shrugged.
Dayna shook her head. "I'm so jealous. Maybe that's the appeal of having a more permanent boyfriend. Then again, Matt rarely spends the night with Brandi. They're not that big on cuddling."
I shrugged. Brandi never seemed to mind cuddling with me. But then again, I wasn't her regular bed-partner and I hadn't exactly spent a lot of overnights with her. In fact, we'd only been together once since Matt came back into town.
"So how much longer are you going to be up?" Dayna asked, a new gleam coming into her eye.
I looked at the paper. "Almost done, actually. Maybe another half-hour. The coffee should keep me wired just long enough."
Dayna grinned and then headed back into the kitchen. I spent another few minutes working and then the sweet smell of hazelnut wafted toward my nostrils.
"Mmm..." I sighed as I looked up. A smiling Dayna handed me a mug. "Two creams, two sugars, right?"
I nodded and took a sip while she folded one leg beneath her and sat beside me. Her bathrobe came apart just a bit, revealing the center of her cleavage down to her navel and proving the 20-year-old babe was without a bra.
Dayna noted where my eyes had drifted. "About that sleeping better after an orgasm, that's actually why I'm up right now."
"Hmm?" My eyebrows went up as I looked over the rim of my mug.
"It's nearing 3am, Ben. I was too tired to sleep, if you know what I mean. Usually, a cup of coffee wakes me up just enough to get to a comfortable sleeping point. But I know there's a much better solution." Dayna grinned at me while holding her mug in her left hand, letting her right hand drift down the neckline of her bathrobe, slowly pulling the material to the side. I found myself almost holding my breath as inch after inch of creamy white bosom was revealed until an erect pink nipple made its presence known.
"So whaddaya say, Ben? Can you help a girl out?"
I took a sip and then a deep breath, nodding. "I don't know if I'll be much use to you. I'm kinda sapped on energy right now."
"That's okay. I'll do most of the work," Dayna grinned before leaning forward, both her tits falling out of the now open bathrobe to drape onto my arm while she tilted her face to mine for a kiss. And as her spicy lips pressed to mine and her wet tongue slithered into my mouth, I felt a surge of fresh energy in my loins.
It didn't take long to strip down my shorts, and Dayna only had a pair of thong panties on beneath her robe. And as she lowered her steaming pussy around my upright shaft, I groaned and felt a wave of new contentedness wash over me.
Fuck economics. I could finish the last half-hour of the assignment tomorrow morning.
"Oww!" I hissed, jerking my hand away while sitting up straight and simultaneously trying to appear invisible. Thankfully, no one in the auditorium noticed my outburst and I turned to Dawn with daggers in my eyes. "Will you quit poking me?"
"Then stay awake!" she hissed right back.
I rolled my eyes. Twenty minutes later, as we exited the auditorium, I turned to my pretty best friend and grumped, "Hey, if I fall asleep, I fall asleep. That's my problem, not yours."
"What, you don't want me to wake you up?"
"Not by poking me in the hand with your damn pen!" I grumped in vexed frustration. "Promise me you won't do it again!"
Dawn shrugged. "Fine. I'll get Bert to do it." She glanced at our friend who was on the other side of me.
I turned and glared at Bert, the poor guy going pale beneath my gaze. "Don't even think about it," I growled and pointed over my shoulder back at Dawn. "She can only get away with it because she's fucking gorgeous. You don't have any such advantage."
Dawn laughed and I turned back to face her with a smile, the tension gone. "Look, thanks, Dawn. I've really got to do a better job staying awake in class."
The gorgeous blonde smirked. "Well, fucking Dayna on the couch in the middle of the night won't exactly help you sleep."
I shrugged. "Actually, it did. I slept like a baby last night."
"Like a baby?" Dawn laughed. "Waking up every three hours with wet underwear and squalling uncontrollably?"
I rolled my eyes. "Forget it. Let's just get some food."
"Oh, Bennn..."
I picked my head up from my spot on the couch and looked over.
Adrienne stood in the doorway, looking devastatingly sexy. This night, the gorgeous, busty blonde wore my dress shirt unbuttoned from throat to tails. It was open enough to let me see her glorious breasts with hard nipples, her flat tummy, and her beautiful bald cooch.
I smiled at the view and then turned my head back to my book.
"Ben!" Adrienne barked.
"What?" I turned my head to her again.
"It's almost midnight! Aren't you coming to bed?"
I blinked and checked the clock. I was just reading, nothing too pressing. "Oh, right."
"Come ON, Ben. I'm standing here wearing next to nothing and showing you these nice puppies you love so much," Adrienne whimpered while lifting her own tits and offering them up to me. "And you just go back to reading?"
I winced. One thing about cohabitation was that I was becoming rather accustomed to Adrienne's constant presence and frequent nudity. A few months ago, I never would have thought it possible that I could look at Adrienne's naked body and not immediately feel the need to mount her. But after so many consecutive nights together, I was getting ... I dunno ... indifferent.
But that wasn't right. I dropped the book and stood up, forcing myself to ogle her nakedness. Familiar or not, my girlfriend had a stunningly gorgeous body, one I still admired. Already tugging my shirt over my head, I grinned lasciviously. "Come on, A.D. Lemme remind you just how much I love those puppies."
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
I stared at my book, the words starting to blur together when I felt a strong pair of arms circle around my neck and shoulder. I turned my head just in time to feel Adrienne's lips nuzzle against my cheek while she hugged me from behind, leaning over the back of the couch.
"Ben, it's almost midnight," Adrienne pouted. "Aren't you coming to bed?"
But I sighed mournfully. "I'm behind again. I've got to finish this assignment. You go ahead and go to sleep."
Adrienne frowned.
I bit my lip, feeling guilty. "Do you want me to come cuddle with you?" Unfortunately, the tone in my voice said that I didn't really want to. I was engrossed in my work.
My girlfriend read the tone and sighed. "No, it's okay. I guess I can sleep without it. But ... don't ... don't you want to?" She looked thoroughly confused and her eyebrow arched, making clear her question.
I didn't turn down sex very often; but this one night, I felt like it. I REALLY just wanted to finish this assignment. "Ah ... uh ... do you?"
Adrienne shrugged. "Not particularly. You know I can go without; but I'm ready if you want to." It was true. Adrienne enjoyed sex, really, but she wasn't nearly as horny as I was. If she went a few days without, she'd be just fine. I felt bad for it sometimes, feeling like she was putting out solely to keep me happy. But then whenever I brought it up, she reminded me that she loved me and making me happy made HER happy.
"No, no. I'm fine. I'll be in as soon as I can, okay?"
"Okay." Adrienne crossed forward, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing me firmly, our trademark slow-burn kiss.
"Good night, Tiger."
"Good night, Adrienne."
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Again?" Adrienne pulled her lips off mine while I rolled onto my back, sighing heavily.
"Hey, I'm tired. It happens," I groaned.
"Turning down sex again? I'm beginning to think you don't find me attractive anymore," Adrienne pouted.
"You're right. I don't." I chuckled and turned my head. But while my girlfriend knew I was joking, there WAS just a bit of hurt in her eyes. The fact was: cohabitation WAS changing us. The sex was routine. Our DAYS were routine. Wake up, go to the bathroom, grab breakfast. Kiss each other goodbye, maybe see each other for lunch but probably not, reunite just before dinner. Do our homework (or let Adrienne watch me play video games while she actually FINISHED her homework). Chat with friends, have one quick orgasm, and go to sleep.
Even our regularly scheduled Friday night dates had become mundane. Dating in High School was special because it gave two kids the chance to be together outside of the high school campus. But now? Adrienne and I LIVED together. Going out to dinner alone just didn't have its special mystique anymore.
But I had to make the effort. Taking a deep breath, I asked seriously, "Do you really think I'm not attracted to you anymore?"
Adrienne frowned and reached to my groin, patting my limp dick through my boxers. "You tell me. Seriously Ben. I'm half-naked and you're not even the least bit interested?"
In answer, I turned to kiss her, rolling my girlfriend onto her back. Her golden blonde hair haloed across the pillow and I worked both hands beneath my T-shirt that she was wearing to bed, clamping my hands onto her massive G-cup tits and squeezing them hard. Turned out, Adrienne wore the 36F bras far more than her 34G's, but I still reveled in the idea of calling them G-cups instead of F-cups.
I like big breasts and I cannot lie. You other brothers can't deny — that when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist and those round things in your face you get sprung.
Well I got sprung when I got my face between those hooters, and soon Adrienne could feel my throbbing erection grinding into her pelvis.
"You just love me for my tits," she giggled.
"Uh-huh. That a problem?" I grinned.
She shook her head in the negative. "Wanna fuck them tonight? Wanna grind your cock between my breasts while I lick the head until you spray your cum all over my face?"
Sounded like a plan.
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Come ON, Ben," Adrienne huffed in the doorway. "Video games AGAIN?"
"I just got home from class! I need to unwind!" I protested while pressing the up- button to lead my receiver downfield. I heard the rat-a-tat of Bert's controller as he frantically tried to move his cornerback to deflect the pass.
"You don't HAVE to play video games. You used to unwind with me," Adrienne whined.
"Oh, come ON," I groaned right back. "Can't I just have a few minutes of Ben- time?"
"Few minutes my ass. How long ago did you get home?" Adrienne griped.
"I'm ALMOST done," I swore, not exactly sure if we were really almost done. Actually, Bert and I were only in the second quarter.
Adrienne was suddenly behind me, rubbing my shoulders. Her voice dipped to a husky purr and she played her trump card. "Come on, Ben..." She practically oozed sensuality. "Come into the bedroom and I'll unwind you."
"Uh, later, later," I shrugged my shoulders to dislodge her hands.
Adrienne huffed, "Boys." And then she stalked away and into our bedroom. The door slammed rather obviously, the sound carrying into the living room.
After the play ended, Bert paused the game. "Just between you and me, man, you made the wrong choice."
"Huh?"
He pushed his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose. "'Course, I'm in something of a different situation from you. I haven't had sex all year and you seem to do more screwing than a contractor's power drill. So I guess you can afford to choose a video game over a girl, but still ... wrong choice, dude."
I rolled my eyes and pointed to the paused NFL 2K3 game. "You conceding the game?"
"No, no." Bert shook his head and turned back to the screen, unpausing the game.
"Hey, Bert?" a new voice hummed from behind us.
Bert re-paused the game and we turned around in surprise.
Robin was looking at us funny, her magazine suddenly forgotten. She brushed her bangs back and centered her own rectangular, black-plastic framed glasses. "Would you honestly always choose a girl over a video game?" she asked. "Because you seem to be glued to that controller there."
Bert glanced at me in confusion for a second before stammering, "Uh, yeah..."
"So what the hell are you sitting there for? Why don't you get up and go meet a girl?"
Bert glanced down and then back at Robin, the pretty brunette evaluating him coolly. "Uh, nervous I guess."
"Why?"
"It's kinda hard to talk to a pretty girl."
Robin paused and looked at Gwen, who was by her side. "You don't seem nervous around us. Is that an insult?" Robin glared. "Saying we aren't pretty?"
Bert's eyes popped WIDE open. "No, no!" he stammered pitifully. "Of course you both are!"
Robin grinned. Clearly, she had just been messing with the guy. She chuckled and then said, "This whole HOUSE is full of pretty girls, Bert. Dayna, Brandi, Monique, Angela ... You never seem to have a problem talking to any of them. Hell, Tracy McMillan was flirting up a storm with you the other day and you never even flinched."
"She was?" Bert gulped.
"Sure, right Gwen?" Robin turned to her friend, and the girl nodded.
"You just need more practice. C'mon, Gwen. Why don't you take Bert out back and give him flirting tips."
"What? No! You do it!" Gwen huffed.
"Me? You're Miss Flirt with every guy who crosses your path, you slut," Robin snarked.
"Only with guys I'd sleep with."
"Ouch," Robin frowned and looked at Bert.
"Sorry, Bert; that's not what I meant," Gwen looked apologetically at my video game partner. "I mean, you're a cute guy and all, but I've made it a point never to date within my circle of friends. Just makes things too complicated."
"Not true," Robin pointed out. "You'd fuck Ben again given the chance."
Gwen blushed and grinned at me. "That's different. The greatest sexual experience of your life overrides a lot of rules. But that's not the point. Seriously, you go talk to him, Robin."
"Fine. Come on, Bert." Robin started getting up.
The poor guy looked wide-eyed at me.
"C'mon, Bert," Robin egged. "You said you'd always pick the girl over the game."
"Go on, she won't bite," I waved. Then my eyebrows furrowed and I looked over at Robin. "Do you?"
The pretty brunette pushed her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose and she grinned. "Only when I really mean it."
So the game ended. Bert and Robin went out the back door to "practice flirting". And free of NFL 2K3's digital clutches, I sighed and thought of my girlfriend. I'd been a moron. So now it was time to do some damage control. Who ever knew living with a girlfriend could be so HARD?
I went to our bedroom and was just reaching for the door when Adrienne's voice filtered through. Like I said, these walls weren't very soundproofed. "Hey, Will!" Adrienne said brightly.
I froze in my tracks, my hand an inch away from the door.
"No, no. I'm not busy. Yeah, Ben's playing his stupid video games again."
A knot formed in my stomach. Was Will fucking IN there? No, no way. Adrienne was probably just on the phone.
My girlfriend giggled flirtatiously. "Hell, I'm pretty sure I could strip my top off and stand next to the TV, demanding that he choose, and he'd choose the game."
What the HELL? What was Adrienne doing talking to a guy about standing around with her top off? Had Will seen her with her top off? What the FUCK?
"So yeah, you want to come over? We'll finish up our American Politics homework before tomorrow."
My teeth started grinding.
"Uh-huh ... okay. See you soon."
I stepped away from the door and returned to the living room, flopping back onto the couch and reaching for the controller. Computer NFL wouldn't do anymore. I needed a fighter game. Yeah, Practice Mode sounded good. Something where I could beat the ever-non-living-shit out of something that couldn't fight back.
FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"What's going on, Ben?" Dawn squeezed my hand while we hit the sidewalk to go to our first class. "Adrienne tells me you've been staying up past midnight every night since last Monday. I mean, you used to do it on occasion, but not back-to-back-to-back like this."
I sighed. "She told you?"
Dawn shrugged. "We tell each other pretty much everything. It's actually gotten even easier since camp. Back then, she always knew I was faking it a bit for your sake, that I still wanted you back. But now that we've agreed to just be friends, a lot of the little wariness we had around each other went away."
I smirked. "Great. Now I've got to worry about my girlfriend stealing my best friend."
Dawn slapped my shoulder. "Don't be silly."
I chuckled and headed onward.
Three seconds later, Dawn picked her head up and said, "Hey! Don't try to change the subject. What's going on?"
I exhaled slowly, thinking of Adrienne telling Will that she believed she could strip her top off next to the TV and that I'd choose the game. "I dunno. I ... I think I'm getting addicted to video games."
Dawn chuckled. "Think? I'd say that's pretty definite. It seems like every time I see you lately, you've got that controller in your hand."
I sighed. "It's just so easy to lose track of time. I mean, it feels great to unwind and turn my brain to something other than school for a while. And when I'm a little stressed out, button-mashing really helps me relax. But once I get started, it seems like I can't stop. The next thing I know, I'm behind on my schoolwork and I have no choice but to stay up late to finish."
"Simple then: don't start." Dawn shrugged as if that was the end of that.
"I can't help it. Especially when Bert or Paige is already on the game. Heck, Bert's even got Robin playing with them. And I've tried telling myself not to play until I'm done with my homework, I can still hear or see the screen and I've found myself going a half-hour without even looking down at my work." I exhaled. "I can't study until after I've played a bit. When we leave our last class, it's all I can think about. How to pass the next level. A new custom play I can make in football to beat Bert. What I can do to tune my car. I can't focus until I've gotten that out of my system."
"Sounds like an addiction."
I groaned. "I tell myself: Just one game. Play one game, get it out of my system, and go back to work."
"And do you always stop at one game?"
I sighed. "No."
Dawn stopped and sat down on the nearest bench, now that we'd made it onto campus. "Ben, you've heard of the three S's?"
I shrugged. "Sure: Study, Socialize, Sleep." I 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 shrugged. "I'm doing okay."
"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."
I frowned, feeling slightly defensive.
"But even the sleep isn't the point. Ben, cuddle time with your girlfriend is really important to her. There's a fourth 'S', especially for you two: Sex."
I 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." Dawn shook her head.
"So what are you saying?"
"I'm saying you need to stop and think about what your priorities are, Ben. 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."
I rolled my eyes. "You sound like Brandi."
"Good," Dawn grinned. And then she put her hand on mine. "We all love you, Ben. We're all looking out for you. And we won't LET you screw this up."
I frowned.
Dawn arched her eyebrow and a mischievous gleam game into her eye. "And one more incentive."
Almost nervously, I asked, "What?"
"I'm going to talk to Dayna and Brandi. No more nookie from either of them until you fix this."
"WHAT?"
"Dayna's part of the sleep problem. She keeps sidetracking you when you should be cuddling with Adrienne."
I grimaced. NOW Dawn was bringing out the big guns. Restricting my sex life would be sure to change my behavior. I sighed. "Okay. I'll talk to Adrienne. We'll work this out."
"Don't give me that mournful face, Ben. Don't just cave and promise her the world. Really, work it out. You won't have to give up the games entirely. I know you enjoy them. You just need to know when to stop."
I stood up and reached a hand down to Dawn, nodding back in the direction of class. "Okay, I got it. Let's go."
"I'm sorry. I mean, I didn't realize the games have been taking up so much of my time," I sighed. I'd been apologizing to Adrienne for the last fifteen minutes, going in circles. Feel contrite, I said sincerely, "You're my girlfriend. You deserve more of my attention."
"Oh, Ben," Adrienne hugged me warmly. Any residual anger she'd felt had been washed away by my last fifteen minutes of apologizing. "I'm not like other girlfriends, and I don't want to be the demanding, catty type. I'm not that needy, am I?"
"No, no, you're not."
"I don't demand that you sit down and listen to me vent about my day," Adrienne added. "I've got girlfriends for that. And I'm not even jealous about other girls. I let you fuck Dayna and Brandi at will."
"I KNOW. And I'm not complaining."
"There's just ONE thing I want from you on a daily basis, Ben: to fall asleep in your arms. Can you just give me that? It's not too much to ask, is it? And if spending too much time on a video game is what's causing you to fall behind and not go to sleep with me, then that's what needs to change."
"I know, I know," I simpered. "I'm sorry. It's just ... sometimes it's such a stress- relief to pound some virtual dummy into a bloody pulp," I shrugged.
My stunningly gorgeous girlfriend smiled at me, squeezing my hand. And her voice dropped to a sultry, sensuous husk. "Well I'll make you a deal then, Tiger. Any time you're feeling stressed — any time, no matter what I'm doing — instead of picking up a controller, you come find me." Adrienne leaned in and rubbed her hand over my crotch. "I'll take the stress away, using whatever parts of my body I have to. Okay?"
"But-"
"Any time, Ben," Adrienne cooed. "You let me worry about relieving your stress. Deal?"
My lower lip trembled and my body flushed with arousal. "Unnghh..." I groaned, feeling my dick getting hard beneath Adrienne's stroking hand.
"Tell you what, Tiger." She grinned, flashing me rows of pearly white teeth. "Why don't I give you an example right now? What say we find out just how much stress you relieve when you're blasting your cum up my tight asshole, okay?"
Uh, yeah. I could go with that.
"And then, Tiger, I have some apologies of my own to make."
"Huh?"
Adrienne's eyes flashed brightly. "I nailed Grace this afternoon. So in the interest of open honesty, I think I have to tell you, play-by-play, exactly how I wrung three orgasms out of her hot, skinny body."
I grinned. Adrienne and I really should have more of these talks. Communication is everything in a relationship, right?
WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Hey, Dawn, didn't you want to try out that new Persian place on Allston?" I nodded with my head westward. We'd just finished class and said goodbye to Bert.
The beautiful young blonde turned and gave me a brilliant smile, brighter than the noon sun. "Yeah ... Wanna go now?"
I nodded and reached my hand out to her. She slid her fingers through mine and we set off. Allston was a bit out of our way for our usual Monday circuit through the school, but we had the time before our next class.
"So everything is good with the girlfriend now? Things have seemed much calmer the past few days." Dawn asked while swinging our hands back and forth as we strolled casually down the pathway.
"Yeah..." I grinned, thinking of the lovemaking we'd done last night. Adrienne had wanted to pull a full trifecta before going to sleep, and I'd happily complied with her request. "In bed by midnight. Cuddled in each other's arms. And she even let me play a game of football with Bert yesterday afternoon."
Dawn grinned. "You're so lucky. I mean, I know you've had some rough patches learning to live together with Adrienne, but Ryan doesn't spend nearly enough nights staying over with me."
I grinned and then squeezed her hand. "You know, I feel bad now. You've been counseling me on my relationship with Adrienne all this time and I barely talk to you about Ryan."
She shrugged. "We're fine. It's not so different than when I was still in High School. Besides, do you really want to hear me talk about Ryan?"
"Well..." I grinned bashfully. "Not really. But not because I've got anything against him. Ever since that thing with Paige, we've been pretty cool around each other. I don't know that we'll ever be the best of friends, but ... we're cool."
"Then why not?"
I chuckled. "I'm still a GUY. When would I ever want to hear a girl talk about her relationship problems? You've got Dayna, Brandi, and Adrienne for that crap."
Dawn rolled her eyes. "Men. So unbalanced."
I chuckled. "Seriously though: if you need a male opinion about him, I'd be happy to listen, Dawn. You're my best friend and that's what I'm here for."
She squeezed my hand and beamed at me.
Dawn and I were just passing the main library when she suddenly jerked on my hand and pointed across Memorial Glade. "Hey. Isn't that Adrienne?"
I blinked and turned, squinting to try and follow Dawn's finger. And then I saw her. No one walked quite the same way as Adrienne, and I would recognize her physical body anywhere. A part of me felt like shouting, but she was pretty far away and heading in the wrong direction.
Besides, she was with Will.
Obviously, at this distance, I couldn't hear what they were saying. But Adrienne was clearly laughing and giggling at something the handsomely cute guy was saying while she patted his shoulder affectionately. And she was even pointing out something on his outfit. Hell, the guy had a better fashion sense than me. I felt my blood turning green and my breath getting shorter and-
"Hey!" Dawn shook my hand. "Stop squeezing so hard."
"Oh, sorry!" I stammered and released her hand.
Dawn frowned. "Jeez, Ben, one might think you were jealous of Will. That's hilarious!"
"No, no. Of course not!" I said defensively. "I'm not jealous."
Dawn chuckled and rubbed her hand. "Typical. You'll fuck anything in a skirt; but seeing Adrienne hanging out with a guy, ANY guy, gets you all green with envy, doesn't it?"
I rolled my eyes. By now, Adrienne and Will were out of sight. I growled, "Can we just go get lunch?"
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2002, FRESHMAN YEAR
"Aren't you two adorable?" I folded my arms over my chest and grinned. Before me stood Bert and Robin ... only not in their usual attire.
Robin wore a yellow skirt and blue blouse with a big white collar and poofy blue shoulders decorated with red trim. She had a red headband with a bow in the middle of it, her dark hair styled to finish the look. She was Snow White, in full costume, and I couldn't help chuckling as I realized Bert was her Prince Charming in riding gear and red cape. Robin further completed the look by holding onto Bert's arm tightly and even pecking him on the cheek. I STILL couldn't believe those two had hooked up. Bert must have been doing better with Robin's flirting lessons than I'd initially realized.
Then again, the mere fact that Robin even wanted to practice flirting with Bert a week ago should have tipped me off to her interest in the guy.
"Lookit you," I patted my friend on the shoulder. "Looking to sweep Robin off her feet tonight?"
Bert blushed and stammered, "Uh, well, we're all Prince Charmings."
Hey, not a bad line for the shy guy. "At heart, man. We are at heart." I grinned and slapped his shoulder again.
Behind them was Gwen as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, clad in a yellow ballgown with a ridiculously large hemispherical skirt. I shook my head wryly, wondering what possessed a bunch of fully-grown adults to do this to themselves, biting my lip to stifle a chuckle.
"What?" Gwen frowned at me.
"Nothing ... nothing..." I tried to keep from laughing; but the harder I tried, the more my eyes began to water. "You're all adorable," I repeated.
"Laugh it up," Dawn chuckled from behind me. I turned around to see my beautiful best friend dressed as Cinderella, in a full-length blue and silver ball gown with arm-length gloves and her sunny blonde hair in a perfect Disney up-do with blue headband. Ryan was beside her in a white uniformed Prince Charming costume complete with gold epaulets. He looked good.
Then I turned a little further and saw Adrienne as Sleeping Beauty all in pink.
And to my abject horror, I saw my girlfriend holding up a hangar upon which was draped a gray Prince Phillip costume with my own red cape. Realization only then dawned on me, and I grunted, "Ah, shit."
Adrienne grinned beautifully.
"You're manipulative bitches, you know?" I scowled without any real heat in my voice.
Dawn and Adrienne glanced at each other. "We know," Dawn answered for the both of them.
"You didn't know?" Bert blurted.
I rolled my eyes. Brooke had warned me; my girls loved to do this to me. But you know, I didn't mind all that much. My life was still really, really good.
The Paige showed up in the doorway, the cute redhead struggling to walk in her Ariel from the Little Mermaid costume. "Come ON! We're going to be late for the party! Why isn't Ben dressed?"
The costume party was an organized student body affair, and therefore took place on-campus. So there was no alcohol but plenty of punch, abundant decorations, and apparently no one was allowed in without a costume. So even though I hadn't dressed up for Halloween since I was a little kid, once among throngs of other young adults similarly attired, I felt a little more comfortable about the whole thing. This was a good thing, since the walk to the party on the streets of Berkeley had felt really, really awkward.
About an hour in, I could have really used some of that alcohol.
The party started off alright. Dawn, Ryan, Robin, Bert, Gwen, Paige, Adrienne, and I moved as a pack of eight together, getting snacks and drinking punch and lemonade while we settled in and locked down a table to use as a home base of operations. Dawn and Gwen had brought digital cameras and we snapped photos left and right. And then Dawn and Adrienne grabbed us respective boyfriends and literally dragged us onto the dance floor.
The music was an eclectic mix of modern Top 40 and old-school Halloween tracks, songs like Oingo Boingo's "Dead Man's Party." I had to admit, it's kinda fun to sing "Leave your body at the door" while dancing next to a guy in a zombie costume.
Paige and Gwen also got up to start flirting with guys. Paige had a guy in a fisherman's outfit approach her, no doubt with some one-liner about her mermaid's costume. Gwen merely moved into the sea of dancers, thrust her tits out and put her hands on her hips, waiting all of five seconds before a guy walked up with a smile and an inappropriate comment.
Meanwhile, Robin declared, "I don't dance." Bert seemed more than happy to hold down the table with her rather than risk shaking his booty to the music.
But eventually, Paige and Gwen returned to us and we started getting a little more attention in general, what with four Disney princesses all together. And once we got dancing in a group, pairs weren't quite as noticeable and Dawn and Adrienne started to get a lot more male attention themselves.
This, I could handle. Adrienne had always been something of a flirt and even though she'd scaled WAY back on the attention-grabbing, she still enjoyed seeing what lines and devices guys would try to use to pick up on her. I smiled and backed away, letting my girlfriend do her thing. I knew she loved me and I wasn't worried at all. Besides, Paige was hungering for my attention and I decided to go for a couple of twirls with the petite redhead.
But then one guy I did NOT want flirting with Adrienne arrived. Will Adler was dressed, of all things, as Tarzan. He was practically naked, showing off a perfect six-pack and chiseled pecs. He fixed his pale blue eyes on Adrienne and separated from a couple of other guys he was with, moving up to my girlfriend to say 'hi'.
My jaw clenched and I coolly evaluated where Will was putting his hands as he hugged my girlfriend. For more than a month I had forced myself to trust Adrienne, not ask too many questions about Will, and believe that her love was for me and me alone. Yeah, we'd had more fights in the past couple of months than ever before, but those were over roommate conflicts and nothing that would lead me to believe she didn't want to be my girlfriend anymore.
But it was hard to keep my cool when it seemed like she was always WITH him. They shared classes, she brought him home to study on occasion, and even now, the two of them were actually DANCING together. Right in front of me!
I growled and turned away, no longer able to watch. I stomped toward the refreshments while Paige called out, "Hey! Ben!"
"I'm getting something to drink, Red," I barked back. My petite friend recognized the venom in my tone and didn't say anything further.
I started pouring myself some punch from the brown, plastic, rectangular portable dispenser, desperately wishing I had some vodka or something to soak into it. I wasn't much of a drinker in general; but in a mood like this, getting drunk sounded like a good idea.
The guy next to me noticed the way I frowned at my cup. "Need something to spice it up?"
I turned my head and smirked, "You read my mind."
Dressed like a doctor in pale blue scrubs, full white lab coat and stethoscope, he leaned against the table with an easy smile and reached into his coat pocket, coming back out with a silver flask. Glancing around, the handsome, dark-haired guy nonchalantly unscrewed the cap and poured about a shot's worth into my cup.
I grinned. "Thanks, man."
"No problem." He extended his hand. "Carter Sheridan."
I shook it. "I'm Ben." Then I took a sip, smacking my lips and exhaling, feeling the smooth heat all the way down my throat. "Ahh. That's quite a kick."
"Those cups aren't very big," he grinned. Then he turned back and surveyed the dance floor. "So you're with the big Disney crowd?"
I nodded. "Yeah. My girlfriend is Sleeping Beauty."
He whistled. "She's a FOX, man," Carter said approvingly.
"Yeah."
"But she's also got Tarzan's hands all over her."
"Yeah," I said a little shortly. Then I took another sip.
"You cool with that?"
"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled into my cup before puffing my chest out and standing up straight. "She's my girl and she's gorgeous. She's always attracted attention; but as long as she keeps coming home to me, I don't mind."
Carter smirked. "Well, you don't have to worry about me. I only do brunettes." He nodded to the right where a tall, slim beauty dressed as a sexy nurse was chatting at hyper-speed with some of her girlfriends.
"Nice," I complimented.
Carter leaned in, a gleam in his eyes. "If you had the chance, would you fuck her?"
I blinked twice and leaned back, arching an eyebrow. THAT was an unexpected question. But I read something in his tone and decided to just go with the flow. "Sure, man. You hold her arms and I'll nail her." I chuckled, my voice only half- serious.
It was the right thing to say. Carter grinned and slapped my shoulder while looking at the brunette. "Good man."
I nodded toward the nurse as well. "So you gonna make a move on her?"
Carter snorted. "Hell, yeah. She's my girlfriend."
I arched an eyebrow in surprise. Two seconds ago, did the guy really just ask me if I wanted to fuck his girlfriend? At least he didn't seem upset. "Sorry, I shoulda figured from the matching costumes."
The dark-haired guy shook his head and waved me off. "No worries. It's just good for the ego to know that a guy with a girl as hot as yours still finds mine fuckable." Carter nodded back toward Adrienne. "How long you been together?"
I shrugged. "Off and on. We've been neighbors since we were ten. Just got serious, oh, last May, actually. At Prom."
"Prom?" Carter stood up straighter. "You guys freshmen?"
I nodded. "You?"
"Junior." He shrugged. "You don't look like a freshman. You guys look older. Except, well, maybe that Little Mermaid. She looks like she's fifteen."
I chuckled. "Yeah, she does. And the big Prince Charming over there is a Junior. He's with Cinderella."
"I figured from the outfit." Carter gave me a lopsided grin. "I may be old and cynical, but once upon a time I DID watch the movies."
We mused on that for a second before Carter patted his chest over the flask's location in his pocket. "Need a refill?"
I looked at my half-full cup and shook my head. The momentary bit of conversation had defused my jealous anger. "Nah, I'm alright. Thanks, though."
"Anytime." Carter shrugged. "I gotta get back to my woman. But Ben? If you ever want to go for a ride on her, you just let me know."
I arched an eyebrow, trying to figure out if he was serious.
With an enigmatic grin, Carter tilted his head in salute. "I'll see you around, Ben." And then he left.
"Laters," I nodded. And then I set my jaw and took a deep breath, glancing around to see Adrienne still dancing with Will.
It was time for me to get back to my woman. Brandi and Dawn had both told me a few times already, if something was bothering me, I had to TALK to my girlfriend. Communication, right?
Fortunately or unfortunately, Will was just leaving as I walked back into my circle of friends. Adrienne seemed to be in a delightfully happy mood as she turned away from him and that happiness only carried further as she wrapped her arms around me.
"Oh, Ben! I'm having such a good time!"
I smiled back at her, trying to keep any tension out of my voice. "I'm glad. But, uh, can we talk?"
She blinked and furrowed her eyebrows at me, recognizing my tone. "Uh, now?"
I nodded.
Smiling, she nodded and slipped her hand into mine. I turned and looked to an open set of double doors that led outside onto the patio. Then squeezing my girlfriend's hand, I tugged her in that direction.
Once outside, Adrienne moved closer to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Ben, what's wrong?"
I winced and searched for the right words, looking away. I put my hands on the railing in front of me and sagged my weight against it, tensing my muscles. After another few seconds, I straightened back up and turned to face her. Adrienne was just so incredibly beautiful to me, both inside and out. I couldn't imagine my life without her in it, and the pain I was feeling was etched onto my face. "Adrienne," I began softly. "I love you. I trust you. And I know this is my weakness for not having total and absolute faith in us. But..." I took a deep breath.
Adrienne was frowning, wondering what the hell I was getting at. I exhaled slowly and then finished, "I just need you to tell me that there's nothing going on between you and Will." I stopped and then stared intently into Adrienne's hazel eyes, focusing hard to read whether or not she might actually lie to me.
But Adrienne just barked laughing. Her eyes popped open, her jaw hung open, and she smiled really wide while a look of utter amusement ran across her face. "What???"
I furrowed my eyebrows. "This isn't funny."
Adrienne laughed even harder, so hard that tears started coming into the corners of her eyes. She held a hand over her mouth and doubled over as if I'd said the most hilarious thing imaginable.
"What?" I barked, now getting rather annoyed.
Adrienne waved her hand, laughing noiselessly so hard she couldn't speak while trying to regain her composure. And just then, Dawn and Ryan came out on the patio. "Hey guys," Dawn greeted us cheerily. "What's so funny?"
"It's not funny!" I huffed, confused and upset by the way this was turning out. I had a serious concern about my girlfriend hanging out quite a bit with a guy I didn't know.
Adrienne couldn't control herself, still laughing uproariously. That got Dawn to start chuckling. But at least Ryan moved beside me without seeming amused as he asked, "What is it?"
In frustration, I just sighed and gestured with both hands at Adrienne. "I just asked her to tell me that there was nothing going on between her and Will. I mean, I trust her, but I ... I just don't know, you know?"
Now it was Ryan's turn to smirk and give me a funny look. "You serious?" he asked, looking at me like I'd just wondered aloud if humans breathed air or water.
And now Dawn was laughing.
"WHAT?" I raged. Gawd this was annoying.
"Ben!" Dawn looked at me incredulously. "I thought you knew. I even asked you one time if you knew and you said, 'Of course!'"
"What are you TALKING about?" I barked.
Adrienne controlled herself just enough to come back to me and take my hands. "Oh, Ben. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. If you didn't know then I can understand why this is upsetting to you. But you don't need to worry AT ALL about Will."
"Why not?" I snarled.
"Because," Adrienne tried not to start laughing again. "Will's gay."
My jaw dropped. I blinked several times and furrowed my eyebrows at Adrienne. "Excuse me?"
Adrienne nodded. Then I turned to look at Dawn, who also nodded. Then I looked at Ryan, who just looked a little uncomfortable. Then Ryan put in, "He's gay, dude. Thought you could tell."
In a flash, a dozen different things clicked into my mind. When we'd first met, Will hadn't been staring me down; he'd been checking me out. And his homosexuality had been what had Ryan a little uncomfortable, not that Ryan perceived him as any threat. Then there was Will's fashion sense, designed to show off his slim figure and muscles; take the Tarzan outfit, for example. And then there were his perfectly coiffed hair and plucked eyebrows. He wasn't flaming, by any means; but I could understand that he was gay. My own jealousy must have completely fried my gaydar.
My jaw waggled up and down a few times without any sound coming out. And then I managed to grunt a rather shocked and apologetic, "Oh."
Adrienne just took my face in her hands and pressed up to me, kissing me. "Silly Tiger." And then she came back and gave me her nuclear kiss, reminding me just how much she loved me.
"So are we okay?" Adrienne finally asked me when she pulled away.
"Yeah ... yeah." I took a deep breath. My mind was still spinning, both from the revelation of Will's sexual orientation and Adrienne's kiss.
And then Adrienne was taking my hands again, pulling me back inside. "Come on, my Prince Charming. Dance with me tonight and I'll remind you that I'm yours forever."
Perhaps it was appropriate that we left just after the clock struck midnight. As the Sather Tower bells chimed, I pulled Adrienne into my arms and we came together for our patented slow-burn kiss. Her lips molded around mine and I spun her around, feeling as if we were dancing on clouds in our own little fairy tale.
And then it was time to go.
"Don't forget both slippers." I nodded to Dawn. It took her a second to get the reference, and then our little Cinderella took one off and handed it to Ryan with a beaming smile on her face.
But then Dawn immediately snagged it back. "Hey, it's a long walk back to the house."
The rest of us cracked up and we merrily went on our way. Since it was a Thursday and we had school in another few hours, Bert was going to crash on our couch rather than take a late evening BART back home; but being a gentleman he was going to escort Gwen, Robin, and Paige to their residence hall first.
That left Adrienne and me, as well as Dawn and Ryan, to just head straight back to our house. The way both Disney princesses were latched onto their respective Prince Charmings, I was sure we all had the same thing in mind.
Soon enough, we were in the short hallway between our first-floor bedrooms. I glanced over at Dawn and Ryan, looking adorable in their Cinderella and Prince costumes. Ryan had his hand on Dawn's waist, and he was heated up enough to lean in and start nibbling on her ear.
Dawn giggled and then flashed her eyes back to me and Adrienne. Her gaze locked in on me for a second, almost questioning. But I returned nothing but warmth and support. 'Have a good time, ' I told her mentally.
Dawn smiled and said softly, "Good night, you guys."
Adrienne pulled me closer to her and grinned. "Good night," she replied, her voice laced with innuendo. And then she opened our door.
Now I'd personally never had a sex dream about a Disney character; but I didn't think I would ever be able to watch Sleeping Beauty without sporting wood after this night. Adrienne was a fairy tale dream come true in her pink gown, and it was SOOO deliciously naughty to watch her stripping out of it.
Adrienne wore white lingerie underneath, complete with skimpy panties, garters, and stockings. She soon started stripping out of them. The sight of my girlfriend's glorious tits bursting forth quickened my breath and watered my mouth. The sight of her shaved pussy coming into view dropped my jaw. And the touch of her lips as she pressed her nearly naked body against me set off a nuclear explosion in my brain and almost made me explode in my pants as well.
Adrienne didn't strip completely naked. She left the choker, her tiara, the white gartered-stockings, and her heels. She was a stunningly gorgeous blonde princess and as she stood and posed for me, I wondered for the millionth time how I ended up with such an goddess of a girlfriend. From the white heels and white stockings encasing her long, long legs to the trimness of her thighs and perfect ass; from the narrowness of her tiny waist to the fullness of her breasts, almost like a comic book heroine in their buoyancy and size compared to her thin frame; and from the delicacy of her collarbone and shoulders up to her graceful neck and blessedly beautiful face, Adrienne was simply incredible.
Smiling at me, she backed up to our bed and lay across it at an angle, stretching her arms behind her head and making her 5'10" body appear even longer. Turning her head to the side, she smiled at me and sang melodically, "Someday my Prince will come..."
I chuckled as I approached the bed. "That's Snow White."
Adrienne giggled. "Doesn't matter, as long as my Prince comes." She grinned. "And cums ... deep inside me..."
I smiled and bent to kiss her. My hands went to her naked hips. Her hands went up to my collar. And then we were tumbling around as it was my turn to get undressed.
Eventually, I wound up on top of my lover, my fully naked body between her thighs as she wrapped her stocking-clad legs around my waist. My thick, throbbing erection was sandwiched in the groove of her labia; and I felt the moisture of her arousal, wet against the underside of my cock. Our tongues explored each other's mouth and with a gentle shift of our hips, my mushroom head lined up at her entrance. And then I began pushing inside.
Adrienne broke our kiss just then, pulling away to gasp at the penetration. Her hands shifted down to my ass, palming my cheeks and tugging firmly as she pulled me inside her. And when our pelvic bones clicked up against each other, she cooed happily and let her head fall back against the mattress. "Ohhh ... Bennn..."
"Ohhh, Adrienne..." I moaned in kind, setting my forehead down to the mattress next to her.
She stroked my back and for a few moments, the two of us just lay there, enjoying the feeling of our bodies pressed together as intimately as possible. There were almost no gaps of space between us, save for her cleavage where her firm tits simply could not be compressed down beneath my chest. And my dick throbbed almost eight inches inside this beautiful creature of femininity.
"Were you really jealous of Will?" Adrienne asked me softly, rubbing her nose against mine.
"Yeah..." I admitted.
"Why? Don't you know that you're the only man that I want?"
I sighed. "I know. But you're so gorgeous it's scary, Adrienne."
"I swear to you, Ben, forever and always," my lovely girlfriend promised. "You're the only man for me."
I felt my heart speed up a bit, a flutter of happiness in my chest. She loved me. She loved me. I could feel it through her skin.
"You don't ever have to worry, Ben," Adrienne hummed while she rubbed my shoulders and began rolling her hips, causing my dick to pump in and out of her just a few inches at a time. "For the rest of my life, I will never, ever spread my legs for any man but you. Do you hear me? I'm done with other guys. I only dated them because I wanted to be popular and feel the rush of power. I had to dominate them to somehow get my revenge for how powerless I felt with Adam. But I don't need to dominate guys anymore. I have you. I have your love. I know how much you care about me. You're the only man I'll ever want or need."
"Ohhh, Adrienne..." I groaned, feeling her body moving beneath me, causing so much pleasure to course through my veins.
"I love you, Ben. I'll always love you. You can trust that. You can trust me. Believe in me. And just love me the best you can."
"I do." I thrust in. "I will." I pulled back. "Always." I thrust back in and held myself there.
"Love me, Ben," Adrienne crooned and clutched my head to her neck.
"I love you, Adrienne." I nibbled on her skin and rubbed my nose against hers.
"Love me, Ben!" Adrienne whimpered.
"I love you, Adrienne." I started thrusting harder.
"LOVE me, Ben!" Adrienne cried.
"I LOVE you, Adrienne!" I started ramming myself into her body.
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"I'M CUMMING!"
"I'M CUMMING WITH YOU!"
"AAAAAHHHH!"
"UURRRGGHHH!"
Adrienne's powerful legs squeezed around my ribs so tightly I thought she might actually crack one. Her heels dug into my ass and pulled me so deeply and clamped down so forcefully I could feel the head of my cock getting constricted by the tightness. But the tightness wouldn't stop the expansion of my dick as it began firing away deep into her body, hosing down her innards with my liquid offering of love.
The world spun around us, my eyes unfocused, and a wave of dizziness washed over me while I felt every ounce of energy pouring out of my body and into hers. The room kept spinning and spinning until at last I found myself panting with exhaustion, my forehead lying on the mattress as our sweaty bodies stuck together and my hips slowly stopped rocking against Adrienne's pelvis.
Dimly, I heard her heavy breathing to my left while my loving girlfriend clutched my head to the side of hers. And then I slowly turned my head and tenderly kissed her cheek.
I thought about all the trials and tribulations of our relationship: her initial seduction while I was dating Megan and Cassidy, the breakup, and her desperate need for me while I was still with Dawn. I thought about our period of "nottogetherness", the Brooke incident, and all the drama around Allie before we finally came together at Prom. Even then, we had further complications over my feelings for Dawn. And in the past few months we'd gone through roommate issues, video game addictions, and even jealousy over a gay guy.
Whoever dares say "Happily Ever After" has NO CLUE what's about to hit him. Life isn't a fairy tale. But then ... life still can have happy endings. And as my tongue explored Adrienne's mouth and little sparks of pleasure went off in our minds like mini-fireworks, I sighed happily.
"Forever and always," Adrienne promised.
"Always," I agreed.
After everything Adrienne and I had been through, we'd made it.