Chapter 13: Back to School ll

At 9:47pm on Friday night, I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Casey's ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy while I squeezed her C-cup tits in my palms. Bent over on all fours beneath me, she brayed like a donkey and shuddered out her own climax, her arms and legs both quivering and threatening to collapse.

At 9:48pm her arms did collapse, the weight of my chest on her back driving her face-down into her pillows. The motion threw off her balance and let her knees slide down the bed, which led to her legs collapsing as well. Since my cock was still fully imbedded in her pussy, I went down with her as well, and the impact managed to compress her butt cheeks and drive my dick an extra half-inch inside.

At 9:54pm, Casey pulled her tongue out of my mouth and then crawled down my body to slurp my semi-hard prick in between her lips.

At 9:57pm, I rolled the peroxide blonde onto her back, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and then rammed my cock back inside.

The next hour passed by in much the same fashion. Kim had wanted to keep me fresh in anticipation of tonight's date, and she had convinced me to give her pussy a break for the past two days. She still cuddled with me at night – I'd commanded her to at least give me that much – but in terms of Ben-ejaculations, all I'd gotten since Tuesday were single blowjobs before bedtime.

The point is: I had a lot of sexual energy to burn off, and Casey had proven quite willing as a cum-dumpster. I fucked her six ways from Sunday, in pretty much every standard position there is, along with a couple of pretty NON-standard ones. The only thing is: there really wasn't much ELSE to her.

Casey McCahill was a smart girl; I knew that much. That she'd qualified for and still remained in the Undergraduate Business Program was proof enough. And yet for some reason she acted like an air-headed bimbo for the entire duration of our date. She giggled a lot, and she played with her hair. She cheerily kept up her side of our conversation, using a lot of words but having very little to say. She went along with absolutely everything I suggested, from my choice of restaurant to having me choose her dinner entrée to stopping by Starbucks on the way back to her apartment for a cup of coffee. The only times she ever came up with any ideas of her own were when she suggested (more than once) that we head back to her place early and get jiggy.

To be fair, she didn't get one-track minded on the sex and sulk when I didn't take her up on the suggestions. She did answer my getting-to-know-you questions about her family, friends, and future. And she was pleasant enough company that I never once considered calling off the date and just going home.

But there was no spark between us, no chemistry. Certainly there was physical attraction. She made it obvious that she was going to put out for me the moment I asked for it, and I certainly looked forward to the prospect. Putting aside the fact that I hadn't gotten off more than two functional blowjobs since Tuesday, Casey really did have a killer body. The skimpy red dress showed off her nice legs, firm ass, and narrow waist. And it really emphasized her shapely breasts, which may not have been quite as large as some of the other girls I'd been with but certainly were very enticing nonetheless. But I knew within the first fifteen minutes of our date that she and I would never be anything more than a casual hookup, never a romantic relationship that would satisfy my need for companionship. All Casey had to offer me was sex, nothing more, and so I couldn't help but end the night feeling a little disappointment.

Thankfully, though, Casey didn't turn out to be another Chevelle. I still remembered my failing as a lover the first time I had sex with my hippy ex-teammate, and I wasn't about to fail again. At least I actually wanted to nail Casey, and didn't feel coerced into the situation like I had with Chevelle. No, I didn't have warm and fuzzy feelings for the peroxide blonde, but she was still a beautiful, busty babe I wanted to bang almost brutally. Once Casey and I got back to her apartment and started making out just inside the door, I became laser-focused on the task at hand and set about not only exploring a brand new body but also learning what made this body tick.

At 11:03pm on Friday night I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Casey's ear as a pint of spunk flowed out of me and into her clenching asshole while I squeezed her C-cup tits in my palms. Bent over on all fours beneath me, she brayed like a donkey and shuddered out her own climax, her arms and legs collapsing immediately. With all of my weight on her back, I went down with her as well, and the impact managed to compress her butt cheeks and drive my dick an extra half-inch inside.

She was unconscious before I finished sperming her bowels. I could tell by the way her crooning moan petered out and the way she went limp beneath me. I rested myself on her body for about thirty seconds, and then did a push-up while peeling my sticky chest off of her equally sticky back. Raising myself up, I slowly extracted my dick from Casey's stretched colon and then admired her gaping anus. And when it started to close back up again, I dismounted the bed and headed into the bathroom to clean myself up.

Casey was still out cold when I returned, and not wishing to wake her, I found a notepad on her nightstand and scribbled out a note: Thanks for tonight. We should do this again. Maybe next time, we can actually go see a movie. Or if you really want, maybe we'll just hole up in your apartment and fuck like bunnies. Your pick. I'll see you in class on Monday.

I took one more look at Casey's naked body. She was a sweaty heap of flesh: nude, unconscious, limbs askew, and with sperm running out of both her holes. Remembering Keira's Golden Rule, I knew that she'd be back for more if I was interested. And with an uncertain romantic future and a need for more than just Kim alone to satisfy my astronomical libido, I figured I would continue to be interested.

Girlfriend? No.

Cum-dumpster? Hey, if she was willing...

Glancing around the room, I spotted the trail of clothing that had led the way in from her front door. Following it, I retrieved my boxers, jeans, socks, shoes, shirt, and Argyle sweater, all in the reverse order each article of clothing had been removed. Along the way, I spotted Casey's heels, bra, and little red dress. Right by the door were her panties, the first thing to come off when we started making out just inside her apartment and I'd slipped a hand beneath the hem of her dress. Bending over, I picked the piece of flimsy black satin up off the floor. And curious, I brought the crotch of the lacy garment to my nose and inhaled the scent of Casey's musky arousal.

I glanced back one final time. From here, I could see Casey's naked body still face-down and sweaty on her bed. Impulsively, I decided to stuff her panties into the back pocket of my jeans. And then with a smirk, I grabbed my blazer off the wall hook and let myself out.

Kim was already in my bed when I returned home, fast asleep and on her side, ready to be spooned. I bent to kiss her cheek and then turned away to take a shower before joining her. But before I got away, she reached out and grabbed my wrist.

I turned back, surprised to see her awake. Her eyelids were heavy, but she cracked them open long enough to stare at me and mumble, "Come to bed."

"But I'm all sweaty and smell like sex."

"I like it when you smell like sex," she murmured, tugging on my wrist more forcefully.

Chuckling to myself, I wondered once again who was really in charge of this supposed Master/sub relationship. But I didn't decline her request. Stripping down to my boxers, I raised the covers and then slipped into bed alongside Kim. She turned around, tugged my arm around so that I was hugging her, and buried her face in my chest while inhaling deeply. And with a satisfied smile, she drifted back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning holding Kim in my arms and found that she'd awoken before me. But she'd remained in my grasp, letting me hold and fondle her in my sleep, knowing that to do so would make me happier.

When she ground her ass back against my morning wood, she also knew what would make me happy. And she performed her duties quite admirably, culminating in another sperm-injection directly into her womb. This late in her cycle, it was unlikely she would get pregnant if I hadn't knocked her up already. But the thought of my little tadpoles swimming up her fallopian tubes in search of an egg still spurred me on to squeeze out every last drop and really make sure my balls had been drained dry.

I finally took a shower while Kim changed the bedsheets and then made breakfast. But after our meal, she kissed me goodbye and hopped into her brother's Accord. It was the weekend, and she ordinarily would have driven home to visit her family last night. But she'd made it clear that she wanted to wait at home for me to return from last night's date, just in case Casey turned out to be a dud and I would have required her sexual services. I suppose I could have ordered her to go home, but then, I rather liked cuddling with her last night, not to mention this morning's lovemaking.

But now Kim really WAS gone, and I was facing a weekend of loneliness. In the past, I might have cursed myself for not being able to be alone and then done the macho thing by setting out to prove to myself that I could be alone. But Kim was right: I LIKED having company. I DIDN'T like being alone. And rather than apologize for this facet of my personality, I simply decided to NOT be alone. I still had friends, even if none of them were in Berkeley right now. And so I decided to go to THEM.

Or, I could see Brooke and DJ again. I hadn't seen either of them since the great breakup on Sunday night. I wondered how they were doing. I hoped they were doing well. And really, I missed them. I missed having their presence in this house. I missed my little sister. I missed ... I missed...

Sigh...

I missed the woman who would have been my wife.

"Hey, big brother. How are you doing?"

I stood up straight, wondering how the hell the phone had gotten into my hand and pressed to my ear. "Uh ... well, I'm okay. Really, I was calling to see how YOU were doing."

"We're fine, fine..." Brooke took a deep breath, and then exhaled wearily before mumbling one more time quite softly, "Fine..."

"Brooke?"

She sighed once more. "We're not fine. But DJ told me that if you ever called I was supposed to tell you that we're fine. Y'know?"

"What can I do to help?"

"Nothing. That's the point. There's nothing you can do, so why make you worry? She doesn't want you to worry about her."

"Should I be worried about her?"

"She's..." Brooke sighed again. "DJ's a mess. She won't eat anything; she's lost like 5 pounds since you broke up."

"We broke up on Sunday. That's only six days."

"I know. And it's not like she had a ton of weight to lose in the first place."

"I'm coming over there."

"NO! Don't you get it? That's the LAST thing you can do. Dead serious, Ben. If you come over here and she sees you all heartbroken and worried about her she's going to LOSE IT. Like, total meltdown. You can't come over."

"But Brooke..."

"Pleeeease? You know Faye and I are doing everything we can to keep her spirits up. She's absolutely crushed over the abortion. Wishes she could take it back. She was deathly afraid of having a baby at nineteen, but she insists it would have been a cakewalk compared to the hell she's in right now. She's still so madly in love with you and so ... so ... angry and disappointed and ... and ... hurt ... that she ruined things."

"Then tell her to come back to me. I'll forgive her in a heartbeat and we can pick up right where we left off, or even start all over from the beginning if that's what she wants. Or let me come over there! I told you ... I told HER ... that I still wanted her. I STILL want her. I want to make things work, and if she'll just give us the chance then--"

"She can't face you. She won't be able to look you in the eye. She'll just start crying and ranting and ... She's asleep right now. We had to drug her up with vodka."

"Vodka? It's ten in the morning!"

"She's not going to turn into an alcoholic. This is temporary. Faye and I just need to get her through this first week or so."

"She was this close to being my WIFE, Brooke! There's got to be SOMETHING I can do to help!"

"There's nothing you can do. Just ... I dunno. We're not religious, but pray for her or something, you know? That's all you CAN do."

"How can you expect me to just sit back and do nothing after what you've told me?"

"Gawd, DJ was right. I shouldn't have told you."

"Maybe you shouldn't have."

"Then I won't anymore. I know you're going to worry, but for now, all you can really do is have a little faith in me. I won't let her completely fall apart. I won't let her do anything stupid. I love her more than I love YOU, you big doofus. And I'm going to do whatever it takes to save my best friend."

I sighed. "Well, I can believe in that."

"Yes, you can." Brooke took a deep breath. "And hey, if it was really important, I'd still tell you, alright?

"You'd better," I practically snarled.

"Please try not to worry. We'll get through this. And she DOES love the hell out of you. Maybe things will still work out in the end, so don't close your heart to her or anything. I'm not saying you should keep it in your pants. Actually, I think DJ would feel even WORSE if you started going celibate for her. You should date some, you know? Maybe keep it casual."

I sighed. "Funny you mention that. I went out on a date last night."

"Anyone I know?"

"No. Girl from one of my classes. Peroxide blonde. Big boobs. Passed out with my dick up her ass."

"Attaboy." Brooke chuckled. "Serious romance?"

"Not at all. Pure cum-dumpster, but it was a pleasant enough night. I'm not even sure if we'll go out again."

"That's great. DJ will like to hear that."

I snorted and then muttered sarcastically. "Yeah, my ex-fiancée is gonna be sooo happy to hear I went on a date last night."

"She will be and you know it. Maybe another woman wouldn't like it, but we both know DJ will. To know you're still living your life but still hope she can return to you once she gets her head screwed back on right."

"Where have I heard that before?"

"Shit, Dawn. I didn't even think about her for a minute," Brooke muttered. "She did say she still loves you too, didn't she? Would you really do that, if she came home? Get back together with Dawn?"

"No, that ship has sailed. I'm serious, I've moved on from her. We might be friends again someday, but really, I couldn't do that to DJ."

"That's a relief. I'll tell DJ you said that. Make her feel better, that she's still got a chance. That she didn't totally fuck up her future."

"She didn't. Yes the abortion sucked, but I told her on Sunday that I still love her and still want her. If she would just come BACK to me we can still work this out."

"She will ... eventually. I know it. And..." Brooke took another deep breath. "I'd be cool with it, alright? I know you and I talked about you taking her away from me, and how I might've been jealous about how close you two had become. But I get it now. I'll always be her best friend, but you could still be her husband and the father of her children. I just want you to know that I'd be okay with that result. You'll get no more resistance from me ... IF it ever works out."

"If..."

"Okay, I gotta go. I can hear DJ groaning. She's probably waking up."

"You take care of her, you hear?"

"Of course I will."

"And will YOU ever come by the house?"

"Sure. Maybe once we get DJ over this first hump. It's hard enough to get her to class upright as it is. Or maybe sooner. I miss you, too, in more ways than one."

"Drop by anytime. It will always be your home away from home."

"I know. Thanks."

"Take care of yourself too, Brooke."

"I will. Love you, big brother."

"I love you, too."

The line went dead, and I stared at my phone for a minute. I worried about DJ, and I would always worry about DJ. But at the same time, I didn't want to dwell on her. Brooke was right: For as long as DJ couldn't bear the sight of me, there would be nothing I could do. I had to hope and depend on my little sister and DJ's friends to take care of her at a time like this, and in the meantime, my own life had to go on.

The LAST thing I wanted to do after a call like that was stay in the house and sulk, so I returned to Plan A:

Go out and find some friends.

The parking lot looked just as it had last summer when I practically lived here for a couple of months, as did the plantation-style apartment building itself. It was only when I started up the walkway that I realized I probably should have called ahead to see if my friends were busy. After all, they were perfectly sociable coeds in the middle of their own Winter Quarter.

Thankfully, the door opened when I knocked. I fixed my eyes at a point about five feet, three inches above the ground, ready to reply to Lynne's usual "Hey there, stranger" greeting. But instead, I found myself gawking at a pair of really nice, really BIG breasts encased in a pink and red V-necked Argyle sweater. Instantly, I raised my eyes and focused on Amber's face, which currently was a mask of mixed confusion, sadness, and surprise. She didn't seem to notice that I'd been staring at her tits, but instead simply gazed fixedly at me with wide eyes and a strange intensity I couldn't quite put my finger on.

And then she launched herself at me.

I staggered back beneath the impact of Amber's body against my own, just barely managing to keep my legs from collapsing. It wasn't that Amber was a heavy girl, but neither was she a petite 5'3", either. Her legs went around my waist, and her arms behind my neck. The next thing I knew, her tongue was deep in my mouth, and I felt the moisture of her tears landing on my cheeks as she kissed me with a fervor we hadn't had since our breakup.

I didn't pull her off me immediately. There was something so pure, so passionate about her kiss that it swept me away immediately. The touch of her lips held all the chemistry, desire, and love that had been completely lacking when Casey and I had kissed last night, and the wounded part of my soul cried out to keep that feeling for as long as I possibly could. I responded, kissing Amber back just as hard as she was kissing me. And it was only the painful cries coming from my straining arms that finally made me put her back down on the ground.

"Jeezus, Ben," Amber heaved, her nose touching mine as she tried to catch her breath. Her entire body was trembling in my arms. "I forgot how good that could feel with you."

"Likewise, but why?"

She shook her head. "No questions right now. Only answers, and there's just one I want to know. Will you take me back? Please? I NEED you. I can't take this anymore, this anxiety and this unknowing and this uncertainty over whether or not I'm doing the right thing. I want to believe that David is the one for me and that my life will be so much better when I finally go back to him, but I don't know any of that for sure and instead I have you, right here, right now. Ohmigawd I can't believe that you just showed up at my door right now, like it was meant to be. You're broken up and your girlfriend aborted the baby and ... and ... and you're free now! Free to be with me again! And I'm still free, or ... alone. I'm so tired of being alone. I'm scared. I don't want to be scared and alone anymore, and you and I had something so special, didn't we? If it wasn't for David and if it wasn't for Dawn, you and I could have lived the rest of our lives together in holy matrimony and all that jazz that makes two people simply be deliriously happy for the rest of their lives without having to WORRY anymore about what might be or could be or should be. I don't want to worry anymore. I don't want to wonder if I'll ever be happy again. I want to be happy again right NOW. And you're HERE! I can't believe you're HERE! And ... WHAT? WHAT? Stop doing that!!!"

That last part wasn't directed at me. Apparently someone had been tugging on Amber's arm, tugging her away from me. And when we both turned, we found that it was Lynne doing her level best to physically separate us.

"You." Lynne glared pointedly at Amber. "You need to chill out for a minute. We're not done talking about this."

"And you!" Lynne now poked me in the chest. "What the hell ARE you doing here?"

"Uh, I came by to visit?" I asked without a shred of confidence in my answer.

"Now? Today?"

"What's wrong with today?"

"Today's the day SHE decided to have a meltdown!" Lynne jerked a thumb at Amber. "Don't listen to her. She's raving."

"I'm not RAVING!" Amber suddenly grabbed my shoulders and seared her lips against mine. God help me, all I could do was kiss back.

"No! No! No!" Lynne started pounding on my shoulders, and this time Kady helped by pulling Amber away from me.

Amber and I stared at each other, panting and leaning toward each other. She had a point: Wouldn't being happy together be so much better than all this ... uncertainty? We COULD be quite happy together, couldn't we? We'd already proven to be compatible. If not for the feelings that we were each settling for second-best, we could have well and truly lasted forever. And really, would second-best be so bad?

"Stop. No more rebounding! For either of you!" Lynne physically stepped between us now, both hands extended palm out against our chests to keep us apart. Shaking her head, she sighed and muttered, "NOT what I expected to be doing today when I woke up this morning."

I blinked and raised my eyebrows. "Me, neither."

Lynne shook her head and then pointed toward her door. "Inside. Now!"

I was surprised to find that there was no one else in the apartment, although perhaps I shouldn't have been. Like I said, they were perfectly sociable coeds still in the middle of their Winter Quarter. Noelle was off at a team project meeting, and Ivonne was visiting with other friends. As for Bert, he had some cousin's birthday party to attend and he wouldn't be visiting until later in the evening. The rest of Lynne's and Kady's social circle was elsewhere right now, leaving only Amber and me (and our baggage) to round out the four of us. Once we were seated in the living room (with Lynne next to me and Kady sitting with Amber, the two of them keeping me and the tall blonde as far apart from each other as they could for now), I asked what I had just walked into.

Although I'd called Amber on Wednesday after lunch to tell her about my breakup, last night had been the first chance she had to really discuss it with anyone, since she'd been busy with work all week. She'd dropped by for the girls' usual Friday evening drinking and hangout session, the conversation eventually led to me, and she, Bert, Lynne, and Kady had begun speculating about what weird direction my romantic life would now take me.

All four of them agreed that I'd get a new girlfriend sooner rather than later. Although I had spent several months being "single" upon returning to school after my most recent breakup with Amber, I had initiated that separation and it had been perhaps the least acrimonious breakup of my life.

My breakup with DJ, on the other hand, had been just the opposite. Having my baby aborted and then to have my fiancée walk out on me had to have been devastating, and my modus operandi as far as they knew was to seek comfort in the arms of someone else. So that got them speculating on just who.

Last night, Bert thought I'd go for Kim. He knew she was in love with me and wouldn't turn me down if I went after her. He told the girls that he believed I was sleeping with her now.

"Are you?" Lynne, in the present, now asked pointedly.

I shrugged and decided not to hide it. "Yeah. But we're not romantic."

Lynne, on the other hand, figured I'd go for Sasha. She didn't know much about the girl personally, but she'd seen the way we were together at her Pre-Thanksgiving party, and Bert had told her on more than one occasion about how much Sasha and I flirted with each other. There was chemistry, physical proximity, and plenty of opportunity.

"And she really cares about you, or at least Bert tells me she does," Lynne added.

The four of them had argued back and forth a little bit there about whether I'd hook up with Sasha or someone completely new. Bert mentioned the Tri-Delts, and none of them would put it past me to drown myself in pussy at the sorority, even though I hadn't been in contact with them all year except for the passing greeting when we crossed paths on campus. But the upshot is that everyone agreed that I would move on and keep searching for my Mrs. Right. I'd seemingly been in "settle-down" mode for a couple of years now, as if I had a biological clock that was rapidly ticking down to zero. And they had collectively started to wonder if I'd simply marry the first girl who agreed to do it and actually went through with walking down the aisle.

"I'm so glad you have such a high opinion of me," I muttered, back in the present.

"We wondered and worried because we care about you," Lynne answered. "We're your friends, and we want to see what's best for you. It wasn't so much that we really think you'd settle for the first random chick so much as that we saw it as a worst case scenario. And if any of us saw that starting to happen, we agreed that we should try to intervene."

"At least, that was the plan last night," Kady chirped, jerking a thumb at Amber beside her. And in a decidedly sarcastic tone, Kady added, "Until Miss Crazy Lady over here came down this morning with her absolutely brilliant plan for HER to marry you instead."

"I'm not crazy. Tell them, Ben. We would have been perfectly happy together. Still could be."

"That may be so," Lynne interrupted before I could respond. "But trying to piece back your relationship less than a week after what Ben went through is NOT how to do it!"

"I don't need to convince you," Amber shot back. "I only need to convince HIM."

"Yes, you DO! Because I'm sticking myself in-between you two until I'm dead sure you won't make the biggest mistakes of your lives!"

"He's HERE! He came HERE! It's Destiny! We're meant to be!"

"He came to MY door, not yours!" Lynne shot back, which actually made Amber shut up and think about that for a minute.

"I need a friend right now, not a girlfriend," I stated quietly. "Well, actually, I DO want a girlfriend, but not to settle down with and get married. I'm a little hurt that you all think I'd go and do that."

"We don't actually think you'd up and marry the very next girl to come by," Kady explained. "But we considered it a possibility, yes."

I shook my head. "I'm lonely, and right now I don't want to be. I do intend to date some, and actually went out for a nice evening with a classmate just last night. But it's nothing serious and we have no plans for getting married anytime in the near future. Alright?"

Lynne and Kady blushed, but both nodded. Amber was still steaming quietly in her spot.

"And you..." I turned to face Amber. "What we had was special, and I have no doubt that it could be special again, if we ever gave it another chance. But we decided on this a long time ago: You really want David, and as hard as it seems to wait, you know you'll never be happy unless you're either with him, or you know for sure that it's over and you have to move on. You don't know that yet, do you?"

Amber dropped her gaze down to her lap. "No," she said quietly.

"Maybe it's time for you to go back to him, to find out."

"I'm not ready."

"You'll never be ready until you up and do it."

"School's not over yet."

"That's an arbitrary timeline that has nothing to do with his feelings for you."

"Yeah, well it's all I've got. I'm not ready, and I'm scared to find out. I can't go home yet."

"Then you can't be with me, either. Maybe if I had more time and space from DJ. Maybe if you could actually confirm that David has moved on and that your chances with him have gone away. Like ... if we turn thirty or something and are both still single. But until then, we're just friends."

"But you have no idea how HORNY I am! All the time! Girls are great, but I miss COCK! And you're single! And I want YOURS!"

"Amber..."

"I haven't gotten properly laid in SIX MONTHS! What's the longest YOU ever had to go without?"

"Then get laid. Keep it casual. Get your rocks off and don't look back."

Amber shrunk immediately. "No, I can't do that to David," she whimpered.

"He's not even your boyfriend."

"He is in my heart. And he always will be. I owe him that much."

"Then you can't sleep with ME, either."

"But you're different. I've already slept with you. It won't make any difference except the duration for which I kept myself abstinent before going back to him."

"It makes a difference to ME. You're in love with HIM. I'm sorry, but I won't be your convenient dick."

"Ben, please?!?"

"Can you promise me you'd stop at 'convenient dick'? That you wouldn't try to turn it back into a romantic relationship? That you wouldn't start dreaming of you and me being together again? Can you?"

Amber didn't answer. We both already knew, by her behavior from thirty minutes ago, what the answer truly was.

"I'm sorry," I said with a sigh. "I'll always care about you, and I care enough to not let you falter now. He's the one you want. He's the one you should go after. Not me."

Now Amber started crying, and she bent and shoved her face into Kady's chest. Startled, Kady looked at us wide-eyed while cradling Amber's head, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do.

"I think you should probably go, Ben," Lynne said, rubbing my knee. "I know you came here hoping to see some friends, but this morning has been more about dealing with Amber. You continuing to be here will only complicate things for her."

I sighed. "I get it. I really should have called you before dropping by unannounced."

"Yes, you should have." Lynne bopped my forehead, but lightly.

I rubbed it, and then hugged her before pecking her on the crown of her head. "I'll see you guys later."

Kady gave me a wide-eyed glare, pointing down at Amber's still-crying body nestled against her as she mouthed, 'This is YOUR fault!'

I rolled my eyes and waved her off. Kady smirked before rather tenderly returning to stroking Amber's back and whispering soothing words in older woman's ear. Surprisingly, she looked perfectly comfortable in such a nurturing role, just another facet of Kady's true personality beneath the often boorish and flippant persona she usually projected. And after marveling at her behavior for a moment, I got up to let myself out.

Great. Now what?

There have been a few times in my life when my car seemed to be steering itself, and this was one of those. I pulled out of the parking lot by the Stanford apartments and just started turning, and the next thing I knew I was on El Camino heading toward Paige's house.

Fortunately, I had learned something from my unexpected arrival on Lynne's doorstep, so before I even got to Ravenswood I popped on my Bluetooth earpiece and dialed Paige's cell number. She picked up on the second ring.

"Ben? Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, are you busy right now? I was in the area and was thinking to drop by."

"In the area? What are you doing here?"

"I was visiting your cousin and the girls over at Stanford, but I just left and I'm looking to hang out with somebody."

"Uh, well you're always welcome to drop by. I'm sure April would love to play with you. But you should be warned that I have some company."

"Company? Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something with you and Everett? I really don't have to come by; I can totally just hop on the freeway and keep rolling."

"No, no. Everett's not here. Just a girlfriend."

"Anybody I know? I don't want to intrude if you've got other plans."

Paige giggled. "Don't worry about it. Come on by. I'll see you in a few minutes." And then before I could repeat my request as to exactly who was already visiting Paige, she hung up on me.

Oh well. I'd find out soon enough.

I pulled the Mustang into the long Atherton driveway and parked just in front of the house. After getting out of the car, I walked up the flagstone pavers to the large entryway and rang the doorbell. And then I braced myself for the expected fireball of auburn hair and excessive energy to vault herself into my arms.

But she didn't do it. A little while after I rang, the door opened and Paige stepped into the doorway with a smile. Her arms went up and I instinctively moved forward into her hug. At her petite height, she scooped her arms beneath mine and reached up to pat my shoulder blades before stepping back and nodding her head inward. "I believe you've met my other guest."

Sasha Serafian stood in the middle of the foyer, her arms crossed beneath her large breasts, which were nicely outlined by a form-fitting forest green turtleneck. Her silky dark hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and a coy smile played about her lips. "Funny running into you here," she said brightly.

"Funny is an understatement," I replied with wide eyes, completely shocked. "What are YOU doing here?"

Sasha frowned. "I don't spend all my time away from campus alone in my apartment, pining away for you."

"Ha," Paige laughed. "She spends all her time away from campus with ME pining away for you."

"Hey!" Sasha backhanded Paige's shoulder, firm enough to make a slapping noise but not hard enough to hurt.

"Well you DO."

Sasha looked nervous all of a sudden and she averted her gaze.

"I jest," Paige clarified. "She's not ALWAYS pining over you. But seriously, we've been hanging out quite a bit lately. We're both girls in situations where we don't have a lot of other friends. And we're both girls who've fallen in love with a great guy who probably won't ever love us the same way."

My eyebrows went up.

Paige stepped forward and stage-whispered, "That would be you."

Sasha slapped Paige's shoulder again. "Some friend you're turning out to be."

"Hey, this is exactly what we've been talking about all morning, and now he's here. You think that's a cosmic coincidence?"

Again, Sasha scrutinized the floor. Myself, I was thinking about Amber and cosmic coincidences.

Paige simply shrugged and took me by the arm. "Come on inside. Aunt Polly and Uncle Frank are out doing errands, and April's taking her morning nap. It's a good time to talk."

I was still a little incredulous to find Sasha here in Paige's house, so while we took seats in the living room, with the two of them on the couch and me in an armchair at 90 degrees to them, the girls took a few minutes to enlighten me. They'd already told me that they'd met up a few times over Winter Break, but apparently "a few times" actually meant "every few days for the past month". They'd done their Christmas shopping together, and Sasha had even been invited to the Jacobsens' Christmas party, which actually explained a bit about Kady's behavior this morning; she'd talked about Sasha like she'd met her more than just the one time at the Pre-Thanksgiving party. And that didn't even cover all the times they'd met up in January and the way Sasha had started staying overnight with Paige rather than go back to her lonely apartment, including a four-nights-in-a-row stretch the week before classes began.

The girls had bonded over schoolwork, feelings of isolation, and ... well ... me. Also, although neither of them came out and said anything, I got the distinct impression they'd been scratching each other's itch a time or two (or more) in the past month.

But then Sasha asked something that swerved the topic of conversation firmly away from how the two of them had become such close friends. "Paige, why did you tell him I've been pining away for him?"

"Well, you HAVE."

"Yeah, but why did you TELL him?"

Paige took a deep breath, looking back and forth between me and Sasha for a moment before explaining, "Because this will all just be so much cleaner if you two get your feelings for each other out in the open. Less angst. Less chance somebody's going to get their feelings hurt down the road. One or both of you may still get hurt, but it's better this way. It certainly would have been better for ME if some third party had helped me get my head screwed on straight from the very beginning."

I frowned. "Are you still hurt by what happened between us Freshman year?"

"No, no," Paige replied quickly, shaking her head. "I don't blame you. If nothing else, you DID try to warn me right off the top that you were dedicated to your girlfriend and that you didn't share the same feelings I had for you. But that's what I mean about a third party. I had blinders on when it came to you, and every time you tried to warn me I simply convinced myself that I could change your mind and get you to truly love me, as a romantic equal and not like ... well ... like a little sister."

Despite her denial of being hurt, I still heard the wounded tone in her voice and I reached over to rub Paige's hand while murmuring, "I AM sorry."

"It's okay. I've moved on. You're my friend ... a special friend ... and I'm cool with how things turned out. And you've certainly been there for me every step of the way ever since. You don't owe me a thing and I still owe you so much."

"You don't 'owe' me anything."

Paige shrugged. "The point is, as strong as our friendship is now and as great as things turned out for me, I don't want Sasha falling into the same mistakes I did. She doesn't either, which is why she's spent the past month talking my ear off while agonizing over her feelings for you. And so now here we are."

My eyebrows went up. "Yes, here we are."

"So I'll make this simple," Paige explained with a wry grin. She jerked a thumb at Sasha and said, "This girl is head over heels in love with you, and wants to crawl inside your pants literally every second she sees you, and make sweet passionate monkey love to you until your semen is leaking out of her pores so she can marry you and have lots of babies and lots more sweaty, sweaty sex with you and live happily ever after. Got it?"

With my eyebrows raised even higher, I glanced over to Sasha. The poor girl was ghost white and looked like she wished she could fade into invisibility beneath the couch cushions.

"Is that true?" I asked gently.

The way her cheeks flushed pink and the way an embarrassed smile tugged at her lips while she stared into her lap was actually answer enough. Still, she muttered, "Well not the babies part..."

"I thought you said we were friends. Just friends."

"We are," she replied immediately, and then took a deep breath before raising her eyes to mine. "I'd never pressure you into anything else, especially after what just happened with DJ."

"But you're in love with me."

"I don't know."

I gestured at Paige. "She seems to think you are."

"I'm confused about my feelings for you."

"But you HAVE feelings for me."

"Do YOU have feelings for ME?"

I took a deep breath, and then glanced back over to Paige.

The redhead gestured back and forth between me and Sasha. "This is between you two. I'm just here to make sure you both get everything on the table."

I hesitated, not yet sure how to proceed. And Sasha looked even more hesitant, staring at her lap once again and looking for all the world like she wished she could erase what Paige had already said from my memory. But what had been said had been said, and although dealing with a lovestruck Sasha wasn't what I had in mind when I woke up this morning, it was the reality I faced now. So I collected myself and thought back to Sasha's last question.

"I have feelings for you," I finally answered. "But I'm not in love with you. I like you, and I'm attracted to you, and if my past and present were a vacuum without any external complications then I would have considered pursuing you for a romantic relationship. But that's not the situation we find ourselves in."

Sasha pursed her lips, and then shook her head. "No, it's not."

"What changed? I thought you told me just on Tuesday that you wouldn't try to sweep me up on the rebound."

"I wouldn't. I'm not trying to."

"Then what's this?"

"This is Paige opening her damn mouth!" Sasha backhanded the redhead's upper arm again.

"I just think you need to come clean with him and sort these feelings out," Paige replied patiently, although she reached up to rub her arm. "You've been agonizing over your feelings for a month now, and you'll drive yourself crazy if you don't do something about it."

"Do what? We've talked about this. I can't try to be his next girlfriend. Not this soon after DJ."

"I didn't say you should. I just said you need to tell him the truth about your feelings."

"To what end?"

"Just to have them out there. You tell him you love him. He tells you he can't be with you like that. And you both move on."

"Move on? With him knowing I'm in love with him?"

Paige shrugged. "He's a big boy. He's used to it."

"Used to it?" I interjected.

Paige started ticking off her fingertips. "Me, Dawn, DJ, Kim, half the Tri-Delts from what I've heard..."

I was already waving her off. "Fine, fine. So I can know a girl is in love with me without things being ... awkward."

"Exactly."

"But that still doesn't explain WHY you're in love with me," I said, turning back to Sasha. "You're the one who said you'd just be my friend. Sure, you offered to be a 'special' friend, and you certainly made clear over the last week that you wanted to continue having sex. But still, you assured me that you could be mature enough to not cross any emotional lines."

"I did. I can."

I arched an eyebrow. "Falling in love with me would be crossing a pretty big emotional line."

"I never would have DONE anything about it." Sasha smiled weakly. "I just wanted ... whatever you could give me. I wasn't going to ask for anything more. It's too soon after your breakup to ask you for anything like a commitment; I wouldn't have done that. I just thought I could comfort you, be a shoulder for you to cry on, and ... maybe ... give you some physical comfort as well."

"Nurse him back to health?" Paige suggested. "Let him come to depend on you for moral and physical support? Be there for him when he's ready to open up his heart again and maybe be the girl he decides to do that for?"

Sasha blushed pink again, and she fidgeted with her hands as she complained, "I told you that stuff in private."

"I'm doing this for your own good," Paige replied somberly, rubbing Sasha's knee.

Sasha sighed. "It wouldn't have changed anything. I really just thought I could be your friend. The... 'in love with you' part ... would be just for me."

"And me," Paige commented. "That's the whole point. If you really were going to be fine being in love with him and not having those feelings returned, then why was it all you could talk about for the last month?"

"Wait, the last month?" I frowned. "How long have you felt this way?"

She shrugged. "Since forever."

"I SAID she's been talking my ear off for the past month," Paige complained. "Weren't you listening?"

"Wait-wait-wait. You said that you weren't in love with me," I said with my face screwed up in confusion. "That you were ... uh ... mixing up your horniness for me with romantic ideas or something like that. That's why we DID end up hooking up just before Thanksgiving. Or was that a lie to get into my pants?"

Sasha frowned and held her hands up defensively. "Wasn't a lie. I've never lied to you. Been confused about my own feelings perhaps, but I've never outright lied to you."

"So you were in love with me before Thanksgiving?"

"No, no. Infatuated, perhaps. Horny, certainly. And maybe some wishful rebound thinking since I'd broken up with Rod and started hanging out with you and the project team. But I wasn't in love with you. That part came later."

"When?"

Sasha blushed and glanced at Paige. But Paige had already heard this part of the story it seemed, perhaps heard it ad nauseum. And the redhead simply gestured for Sasha to go on.

Sasha took a deep breath and explained, "I thought it would be obvious: Thanksgiving. When I woke up in the morning having realized you'd completely changed my world."

"Thanksgiving?" I frowned. "We did nothing but have sex. So you're in lust with me."

"Well, yes. That too. Isn't that part of being in love? Wanting to feel you crawl inside my body and fill me in a way I've never felt before and wrap my legs around you so you'll never let me go?"

I chuckled. "Well, it's certainly a nice side effect. But that's not love."

"But it's more than lust. I've had lust for people. I've gotten turned on by cute boys or calendars of sexy firemen. I've gotten horny watching other girls dance at the club. But nothing like what I felt the morning AFTER we first hooked up."

My frown was back. "My first lover termed it best: You're not in love with me; that's the orgasms talking."

"Maybe. But then if it was just about orgasms, why do I still feel this way more than a month since the last time you fucked me?"

I rolled my eyes. "It just means you're REALLY horny after not getting laid for such a long time."

She shook her head. "Stop trying to dismiss this. I know what I'm talking about. Or more to the point, I'd never known before you. I'd never been in love before. Never. Not with Rod, not with anybody. I told you before that all through high school I was never into the dating scene. Seemed like a waste of time. All my friends were obsessed with boys and talking about boys and coming up with wilder and more convoluted ways to get attention from boys ... THAT was hormones. THAT was lust. It didn't interest me. I was more interested in my grades and in being a top student. My girlfriends all got on my case about it, telling me that love was the greatest thing like EVAR. I asked them to explain it, and they all pretty much said you know when you know, you know? Well I didn't know. I never knew. I'd never felt it, not through high school, and not with Rod. Well now I know. I feel it, and I feel it for you."

"In love with me."

"Yes."

"Even though I was together with DJ."

"Yes."

"Only AFTER Thanksgiving."

"Yes."

I arched an eyebrow. "So only AFTER we had wild, sweaty monkey sex."

Sasha giggled, but composed herself and nodded. "Yes."

I frowned. "And you're SURE you're not just in lust with me?"

She sighed. "I told you, I certainly AM in lust with you. I've told you before that I spent my life not knowing why sex was such a big deal. I understood that people wanted it, and wanted it from me. I understood on a business/marketing level that people would pay lots of money for sex, or at least the illusion of sex through photos, video, and on stage. But I never really understood WHY they wanted it so bad. Bad enough to pay my way through college just to watch me dance without my clothes on and be teased without ever actually touching me. What was the big deal? It was just ... sex, and to me that was no more important than food or sports or a zillion other things people do in their lives for entertainment. I'd HAD sex, and it wasn't a big deal."

"Until..." Paige drawled with a wry grin, her eyes unfocused as she perhaps re-lived her own first time with me. "Until you got the full Big Ben Experience."

"Yeah..." Sasha sighed.

"So that settles it. You're in lust with me. You're horny, you want to feel the way I made you feel before, and you've been going crazy for the past month when I wasn't around. That's still the orgasms talking. You're not actually in love with me."

"Except that I am. It's hard for me to explain love. People have been trying for millennia without ever being able to lock it down. All I can really say is that what I feel for you is unlike anything I've ever felt before for anyone. Yes, I'm horny for you and I want to fuck you non-stop until I literally die from orgasmic dehydration. But I also want to spend every moment of every day with you and listen to your problems and do my best to help you through them. I want to see your face first thing when I wake up in the morning and I want it to be the last thing I see when I fall asleep at night. I'm IN LOVE with you. I don't know how to describe it any other way."

I took a deep breath and looked away. I still thought that lust was driving a big part of Sasha's infatuation with me, that her lack of previous great sex had led to this overwhelming horniness that she mistook for real love, but it didn't really matter what I thought. SHE believed she was in love with me, and that was all that really mattered. So the only question was: What was I going to do about it?

"But you know we can't be together, right?" I asked with a weary sigh, turning back to look at her.

Sasha bit her lip and looked ready to cry immediately. Her mouth quivered a little despite biting down, and she inhaled sharply. Moments later, her shoulders sagged and she nodded her head. "That's why I didn't want to tell you. I figured it would accomplish nothing but make you uncomfortable around me."

I shook my head. "No, Paige is right. I'm ... used to this. I don't get it sometimes. Why me? I mean, I'm just a guy, and a deeply flawed guy at that."

Paige snorted. "Your only flaw is that there aren't more of you so we can all have one."

I rolled my eyes. "Sasha, you're my friend. And I don't want that to change over this. I have precious few friends right now as it is, and I really don't want to lose another."

"Of course not. I could never abandon you."

"Even though I don't share your feelings for me?"

"Can you honestly tell me you never will?"

I blinked twice, not having expected that question. "I ... I don't know. I mean, I thought about you and me after DJ broke up with me. Heck, I thought about it BEFORE DJ and I got together. There's an attraction here, and chemistry. I definitely like you. But love? I don't know. Maybe I could ... someday ... But I don't want to get your hopes up. Truth is, I don't think I can really wrap my head around being 'in love' with anyone right now. The wounds from DJ are still just too fresh."

"You said you'd moved on."

"Ha. I said that on Tuesday, two days after it happened. Of course I'm trying to move on, but now that I've put a few days between me and the breakup it's a little easier to feel the pain. The initial shock and numbness is wearing off." I shook my head. "Thing is: I proposed to her. I gave my heart to her. I wanted her to become my wife, and for four weeks, she already was. True, we never actually got married. We never went to a courthouse or church or walked down the aisle or anything. But I asked and she accepted and in our hearts and minds, that's all it takes, not a piece of paper that says we're lawfully enjoined. From December 17th to January 15th DJ was my wife, and nothing in the world is going to change that."

Paige and Sasha simply looked at me, watching the expressions on my face.

I looked down at my hands, and at the fourth finger on my left hand where a ring was supposed to have gone. "This is different than a normal breakup for me. In a way, this is worse than when Dawn left me. I'd believed I would marry Dawn, but we never actually got engaged. It's not quite the same. But I proposed to DJ, and the act of doing so changed something in me. It changed the way I looked at her, and the way I looked at myself. I mentally prepared myself to be a husband and father, and I fully expected to assume those roles in the near future. That changed me, changed who I am as a person, and I'm happy for those changes."

The girls kept watching me.

"I realize the ironic immaturity of saying I feel more mature, but I do. I feel like I've got a better handle on what I really want in life, and I'm more accepting of my flaws. The idealism is gone, the belief in True Love and the never-ending quest for the perfect relationship. There's really no such thing. EVERY relationship has flaws, and I'm more willing to ... to ... settle ... for lack of a better term. I want safety, and security, and family. Being so close to being married with kids gave me a deep-rooted satisfaction I didn't know I could feel, and for that I'll never regret what happened between me and DJ."

"You mean you'll never regret proposing, even though it all fell apart in the end?" Paige asked.

I shook my head. "I took a chance at happily ever after. Yeah, it didn't work out, but they always say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I'm going to learn from this experience, learn from a failed engagement and what's actually the second abortion of my life."

"Wait, WHAT?" Paige jumped in, her eyes really big and wide.

"Long story. I was a kid in high school, too young to really understand. Really, at the time I felt nothing but relief that my problem had gone away. But now it really hits me what I lost, and so I now have a better understanding of what I stand to gain when I, and the woman I'm with, get to that point again."

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, and then I gave Sasha a serious look.

"So you see, you and I are at very different points in our lives. You say you've never been in love before, or even ever had great sex before. So this is all new to you, and you're dealing with emotions and arousals that will literally take years to figure out how to cope with. I went through all that when I was sixteen, and it's taken me this long just to get some semblance of a grip on them. I hear you when you tell me you love me, and I'm trying to not condescend and say that you don't know what you're talking about. But you said yourself that you just want to be with me and take whatever I can give you, without asking for much in return. You want sex, and you want a little attention, but you don't want to burden me with commitments or be a nuisance if I'm not ready to devote myself to you. Well I'm telling you right now that that's infatuation, and not love. Not partnering, romantic, walking-down-the-aisle love. And that's okay. Nobody's expecting you to be at that point just yet. But when you want to give me everything AND you want ME to give YOU everything, along with the belief and trust that I'll actually DO that for you, THAT'S grown-up love. That's partnership. And THAT'S what I need."

Sasha blinked, looking both hurt and a little confused. Being talked down to and told that she didn't know what love was probably wasn't how she was expecting me to react after her declaration.

"I'm sorry, and I'm not trying to be an asshole about this," I said. "I DO really like you and who knows? Maybe you and I would work out down the road. But I'm so totally not ready for another relationship right now, and all I really want to do is sort out my emotions after everything that's happened to me in the last six months or so. From Lynne to Amber to Dawn to DJ ... It's all been too much. I'm tired. Like ... really, REALLY tired. I just don't want to deal with romantic complications right now, but I DO want and need my friends. And I hope that my asshole-ness today hasn't turned you away from being that: my friend."

Sasha frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, shaking her head. "No, of course not. Of course I'm your friend."

"I just need you to understand why we can't hook up, even casually, right now. Because it couldn't actually be casual. I can't deal with you being in love with me, and it wouldn't be fair on my part to use you like that."

"But you can use Casey McCahill like that."

"Well, yeah. There aren't any feelings there, no emotions."

"Just sex. I'm assuming you fucked her brains out last night." Sasha sighed regretfully.

I mimed zipping my lips.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Sasha waved her hand dismissively and scowled as she looked away.

"I'm sorry."

"No, no..." Sasha took a deep breath. "I understand. I should be flattered, actually, that you like me well enough to NOT fuck and run."

"I do."

"Even though I'm horny enough to wish you didn't like me so much."

"Sorry."

"So what now? Do we get all awkward around each other now that you know I'm in love ... excuse me... infatuated with you?"

"I hope not. Will you get all awkward around me knowing that I like you but can't deal with a relationship?"

"What? No. No. Really, it's no different than what I've believed you felt for the past few months, especially when you were with DJ. The thing is: at least when you were with DJ you DID fuck my brains out. And I really wish there was some way we could at least keep doing that."

Paige slapped her knee. "So you ARE in lust with him."

"Like YOU aren't, either!" Sasha shot back, backhanding Paige's shoulder again. And then she turned to face me. "At least I admitted I was in lust with you, in addition to these ... other ... feelings you don't want to call love."

"Puppy love."

"Okay, okay, I get it." She sighed. "So we just go on the way we always have? Flirting maybe and an undercurrent of sexual tension without actually acting on it anymore?"

I shrugged. "Pretty much. And I'm not saying never. Maybe someday I'll develop stronger feelings for you the way you have for me. Maybe someday you'll lose the infatuation part and keep the lust part, and we can simply boink for the fun of boinking without the emotions in the way."

Sasha perked up. "Really? That's all it takes? I just have to be horny for you but not in love with you anymore and I get more Big Ben sex?"

My eyebrows popped up as I glanced over at Paige. The redhead shrugged and gestured to Sasha, replying "Don't look at me. This is between you and her."

I chuckled and looked back to Sasha. "Well, yeah. Maybe."

"Oh, I am SO going to stop being in love with you right NOW!"

Now Paige and I both laughed, and I held my hands up. "Not today. Today we're going to go our separate ways and let everything that's been said sink in."

"Aww..." Sasha whined.

Paige stage whispered, "Your line is: 'Oh, poo.'"

"Huh?"

Paige and I shared a laugh. "Nevermind," I said, shaking my head.

On cue, April started crying from the other room.

Sasha sighed. "So back to square one. Just friends."

"Just friends." I agreed with a nod while getting up. Paige was getting up as well, but I waved her off and rubbed my hands gleefully. "Oh, goody. A chance to practice my parenting skills."

I wound up staying in Atherton until dinnertime, playing with April and chatting more with Paige and Sasha. We mostly kept the topics away from any romantic entanglements, although I did catch Sasha giving me longing glances every once in a while. A part of me wanted to just say 'fuck it' and go fuck her, but my big head won out and I stuck to my guns about keeping our relationship platonic until we could both get our heads screwed on straight.

Just before 6pm, Uncle Frank and Aunt Polly returned and insisted that I stay for dinner. I gratefully accepted, knowing I would enjoy the company better than driving back to my empty Berkeley house. But once the meal was over I offered to give Sasha a lift back to her apartment and we bade our goodbyes.

About halfway up to San Bruno, Sasha's hand made its way onto my thigh. I ignored it and let her gently caress me. Instead of dropping her off at the curb, I walked her up to her front door. But although her eyes were full of invitation to go inside with her, she didn't actually verbalize the request. So we parted with no more than a kiss she stole from my lips before rather bashfully darting into her apartment and closing the door. I figured we could avoid being awkward once we returned to school, but I WAS going to have to figure out some way of dealing with her continued lust.

Maybe I could find her a nice new guy to be her boyfriend?

Then again, the thought of some OTHER guy getting all sweaty while he thrust away on top of Sasha turned my stomach. I actually figured that when push came to shove, I'd have to figure out some way of satisfying her lust myself without it escalating into a romantic complication, à la Paige Freshman Year. The situation now wasn't so different from then. In a way, I already thought of her as mine, only I wasn't hers. And that wasn't fair.

But not yet.

Not yet.

Besides, I had a different distraction to deal with. I was just crossing the Bay Bridge to go back to Berkeley when my cell phone buzzed. Popping in my Bluetooth earpiece, I picked up to hear last night's date calling me.

"Hey, I know a girl isn't supposed to call the guy back the very next day for fear of sounding desperate," Casey began without preamble. "But this is kind of an unusual situation."

I chuckled and replied, "No worries. I don't think you're desperate. What's up?"

"You stole my panties last night."

I chuckled again. "Yes, I did."

"That a thing of yours? Saving mementos of each of your conquests?"

"Not at all. My very first time swiping panties, actually. You can ask Chevelle; I never took any of hers. Kind of a spur of the moment thing. On my way out the door, I couldn't help but stop and smell them. I liked the scent so much I just had to keep them as a reminder of what a great time I had last night. Sorry, do you want them back?"

Casey giggled musically. "No, you keep them. I kinda like the idea of mine being the first you ever stole. But the thing is, I got to telling Carolyn the story. You remember Carolyn, don't you?"

"Beautiful blonde. Nice tits. Great ass. NOT in the program but somehow always hanging out with you whenever you decided to come flirt with me after class last semester."

Casey giggled again. "Yeah, that's the one. You see, I now have a little problem."

"What kind of a problem?"

"Carolyn wants you to steal a pair of hers."

"Well, it's not technically stealing if she WANTS me to take them."

"A technicality isn't important. What IS important is what she wants you to do to her before you take them."

"And what's that?"

"Every single thing you did to me. And I mean everything."

I chuckled. "Alright. I can work with that."

"Where are you?"

"Driving across the Bay Bridge right now. Heading home."

"Ooh, sounds like perfect timing. We can meet you at your house in like twenty minutes."

"Um, okay. Can you write down my address?"

"No need. I already know where you live."

"You do?"

Casey giggled again. "You're Big Ben. Everyone knows."

At 9:26pm on Saturday night, I drove my dick to the hilt up Carolyn Forge's ass and then rotated myself at full depth counterclockwise so that the entire length of my shaft rubbed against every nerve in her colon. She was bent over on all fours beneath me, and my left hand circled around her pelvis so that I could bracket her clitoris between my middle and ring fingers, strumming it powerfully. She whimpered pitifully and cried as her climax hit, and when she jerked her head back to scream, I clamped my right hand over her mouth and nostrils, preventing her from breathing.

Casey lay unconscious beside us, facedown, drooling, and leaking my cum from her lewdly stretched anus. In about a minute Carolyn would join her fellow peroxide blonde.

Carolyn's body shuddered as the orgasm continued detonating deep within her loins, and then she jerked once more as her body screamed for oxygen that wasn't coming. I didn't let up on her clit at all, my fingers flying over the hard little nub while her hips literally danced for me like they were on strings for my puppeteering directions. And as she shuddered and shook beneath me, I thrust my dick in and out of her asshole three more times.

One.

Two.

Three. Touchdown.

I thrust forward a final time, grunting my orgasm into Carolyn's ear as a pint of spunk flowed out of me and into her clenching asshole while I squeezed her C-cup tits in my palms. Her arms and legs collapsed from the force of that final thrust, sending us both down onto the mattress. With all of my weight on her back, the impact managed to compress her butt cheeks and drive my dick an extra half-inch inside. But the increased sensation from that little bit of extra depth was only for me.

Carolyn was already out cold.

And yes, I kept her panties.