Birthday Pool Party Ch. 55

Hey guys, here's Chapter 55! I hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about.

When I started Birthday Pool Party, I never expected it to evolve into such a complicated story. I didn't pay much attention to dates, beyond Kayla's birthday being in March. Then I wrote Suzie's Twenty-five Acts, which featured a cameo by Lexi, Nicole, and Steven. As a result, I ended up realizing that this story is set in 2025. I'm writing this on Saturday, 15 March, 2025. The date of the Birthday Pool Party! I started this story in 2022, and it's amazing we're finally here.

About the chapter itself, Chapter 55 starts the Graduation Party. I expect 2-3 chapters for the weekend-long party, followed by 2-3 epilogue chapters. Then there will be a break until Book 2! Book 2 will be much more outlined and it will be written in past tense to make my life easier.

Please note that this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

~Kayla~

It's time for my high school graduation party and I can clearly see that Daddy is sparing no expense. There's a huge sign on the front lawn that reads "Welcome to Kayla Thomson's Graduation Party" in large, colorful letters. Amusingly, my Slut-sisters tape a paper next to the sign with the text "And Lexi Davis, Hazel Collins, Ashley Bartlett, Marcia Moore" to emphasize the party is for all of us. A large banner is across the front of the mansion, congratulating us all, the class of 2025.

There are plenty of places for guests to park and colored lights on the ground create a path that leads them to the backyard. The party hasn't really started just yet, so we head inside to drop off our gowns. Lexi makes a comment about the white gowns not showing cum stains, but I'm certainly not hooking up while my grandparents are here!

In fact, I don't expect to get laid at all this weekend. I'm a single lady! Sure, there's my Slut-sisters, but I don't know if we'll find the time. Ashley has her plans with Josh and Hazel is interested in my cousin, Alexander. Despite her words, Marcia might end up fucking Kwan. Lexi and Daddy will want some alone time with Nicole to celebrate. So, I'm shit out of luck.

The girls are still teasing me about Miss Harrell, but she's my cheer coach. One kiss does not mean we're gonna have sex. My coach and I are just really close, she's my mentor, my guide, my friend. I am choosing to ignore the fact that I tend to be very sexual with my friends.

Leaving my graduation cap and gown on my desk, I take the time to set up my high school diploma. I smile when I remember swarming the tables after the ceremony to find mine. My name in big letters. It's official. I'm a high school graduate! All of us are. It's hard to believe.

Daddy suggests the Slut-sisters get together before the party to exchange gifts. We all love the idea, and I'm currently waiting in the master bedroom with Daddy, Lexi, Nicole, and Hazel. The five of us have reusable shopping bags filled with gifts for each other. Marcia and Ashley need to hurry the fuck up!

Lexi and I keep trying to peek inside the large bag Daddy is holding. He admonishes us to be patient and no amount of pouting or batting my eyelashes convinces him otherwise. Lexi decides to go a different route, lifting her top and bra to bare her breasts. Even flashing Daddy isn't enough to make him waver, and Lexi has to put her boobs away when three girls reach out to grope them.

Marcia eventually arrives, looking super cute in a white sundress with pink flowers. She sets her bags down and chats with us until Ashley shows up. The tall, busty blonde is wearing a red skirt with white flowers. Her white shirt leaves a couple inches of her flat stomach exposed and has a scoop-neck to show off her impressive cleavage.

"It's a miracle, she has clothes on!" Lexi declares.

"Sort of," Hazel snorts.

"Haha, yeah, fuck you both," Ashley rolls her eyes.

"You really didn't know you were supposed to be fully dressed under the gown?" Nicole asks carefully.

"I've never graduated high school before, how was I supposed to know?!" Ashley growls.

"Common sense?" Marcia offers, shrugging helplessly.

"Fuck you, too," the tall blonde snaps.

"Then she went and announced to everyone setting up that she was getting boned," I giggle.

"And one for you," Ashley grumbles, showing me her middle finger.

"Is that all of us?" Lexi asks with a smirk.

"She just missed Nicole," Daddy interjects. "Oh, and me, I suppose."

"How is Josh handling it?" Nicole questions, getting back to the matter at hand. "He's so shy, and now everyone knows he got some before graduation."

"He's okay, I think," Ashley answers. "He's the one who said my name. Other than that it was just me moaning and talking dirty."

"Do you think anyone will give you trouble today?" Daddy wonders.

"Nah, nothing I can't handle," Ashley shrugs. "Now, c'mon, let's open presents!"

I exchange graduation gifts with my Slut-sisters. Nothing extravagant, but something that's meaningful for each of us. Nicole isn't graduating, but we have small gifts for her as well. We may not have as much history with Lexi and Nicole, but we are all able to come up with perfect gifts. Some are memories of our time together leading to now. Some are inside jokes. Others are hopes and dreams for the future. But, all of them are meaningful. Gathering together, the six of us all hug.

"I'm so glad you girls have each other," Daddy says sincerely. "I love all of you."

"Are you crying?" I smile when I turn to face my father.

"You're grounded," Daddy rubs his watery eyes.

"Let's go, you big crybaby!" Lexi grumbles, bouncing on her feet. "I want my present!"

"Now I'm gonna return it," Daddy glares at the bratty redhead.

"You can't, I suck your dick," Lexi reasons with a grin.

"I have other options," Daddy shrugs with an arrogant scoff.

"Daddy!" I gasp, giving him a reproachful look.

"That level of arrogance does not make me wanna get on my knees," Nicole interjects.

"Some girls like a cocky guy," I point out.

"Ew, no thanks," Marcia makes a face. "Cocky guys can suck their own dicks."

"Agreed," Ashley nods. "Give me a sweet nerd and I'll offer up all my holes."

"I've had my fill with guys like that," Lexi declares, crossing her arms.

"I'll blow him," Hazel offers, staring hungrily at Daddy's crotch.

"Go fuck a shower head if you're horny, I want my present!" Lexi whines.

"We have way too many sex toys to need to resort to a shower head," Hazel snorts.

"Fine, shove a dildo up your ass," Ashley laughs. "Just stop keeping us from our presents."

"Blame Lexi and her attitude," Hazel responds, earning her a middle finger from the redhead.

"She's kind of right, Lexi," Marcia giggles.

"I should probably give out the presents before this devolves into actual fighting," Daddy says.

"YES!" five of us shout in unison while Nicole shrugs sweetly.

"Here, Nicole. This is for you," Daddy smiles, handing Nicole a small wrapped box. "Huh, the bag is empty now- oof!"

Daddy is cut off when five teenage girls mob him. Depending on the circumstances, being surrounded by teenage girls can either be a nightmare or a dream come true. I'm going for nightmare, but my Slut-sisters aren't making it easy. Ashley's huge boobs are squished against Daddy's side, Marcia is pulling on his arm, Hazel is rubbing his bulge, and Lexi's shirt and bra are around her neck again for some reason as she tries to smother him with her little titties.

"You got me something?" Nicole asks over our squealing as she turns the box over in her hands. "I'm not graduating."

"I got gifts for all of you, not because you're graduating, but because I love you all," Daddy says, smiling at Nicole. "And the moment is ruined by Marcia grabbing my butt."

"Lexi, put your boobs away!" Nicole hisses. "Girls, grow up. Be serious."

It takes a few minutes, but we eventually stop giggling. Lexi fixes her clothes and Daddy finally passes out the presents. We six girls are now holding identical wrapped boxes about the size of our palms. Daddy laughs at Lexi when she holds hers up to her ear and shakes it.

"Nice job, you broke it," Daddy comments sarcastically.

"Really?" Lexi frowns, examining the box.

"You're lucky you're pretty," Nicole giggles, shaking her head at her baby sister.

"I'm opening this now," I speak up quickly, cutting off the banter.

My Slut-sisters follow my lead, ripping off the wrapping paper to reveal six jewelry boxes. As one, we all gasp when we open the boxes and gaze upon the stunning contents. Daddy's gift is a platinum oval-shaped locket with a delicate chain. The letters "SS" are engraved on the front and the inside has a beautiful picture of the six Slut-sisters. There's a blank spot on the other side with room for another photograph.

A film of tears coats my eyes as I smile at the picture. Marcia and Ashley are both going on and on about how beautiful their locket is, but I can barely hear them. Even Hazel squealing is a faded background noise. It really is the perfect gift. All I can think about now is always having my Slut-sisters with me to meet life's challenges.

"Thank you," Nicole whispers, causing me to look up as she hugs and kisses Daddy. "I love you, Steven."

"I love you, too," Daddy smiles.

We all take turns hugging and kissing Daddy. Marcia buries her face in his chest, Ashley pushes her boobs against him, I push my tongue into his mouth, and Hazel massages his crotch. We put on the lockets, realizing that Lexi is just staring at hers with tears in her eyes.

"Does the 'SS' stand for 'Steven's Sluts?'" Ashley wonders with a smirk, giving Lexi time to work through her emotions.

"You know what it stands for," Daddy laughs.

"Fuck, I'm horny," Hazel growls. "Do we have time before the party starts? Six sluts for one stud?"

"That's eighteen holes and only one cock," I point out.

"Eighteen holes?" Nicole snorts. "Are we talking about sex or golf?"

"It doesn't matter, we don't have time," Marcia insists.

"Lame," Hazel grunts. "Stop being responsible and think with your pussy for once."

"I'd love to have sex with Steven right now, but we have a party to get to!" Marcia replies.

"I haven't had any Steven-loving in ages," Ashley laments, pressing her boobs together and leaning forward to show off her cleavage. "I would enjoy a good titty-fuck."

"Are you okay, Lexi?" I finally ask. "You usually have a lot to say when sex comes up."

Rather than respond with words, Lexi walks forward with determination in her gaze. The redhead hands me her jewelry box before throwing her arms around Daddy and kissing him passionately. Pressing her body against Daddy, Lexi moans into his mouth while her fingers clench at the back of his head.

Daddy's clearly as emotional as his girlfriend as he buries a hand in her auburn hair and growls intensely. His other hand reaches down to squeeze Lexi's pert butt. Our favorite nymphomaniac is wearing jean shorts that show off her pale, lightly-freckled legs. The two of them kiss for several minutes, seemingly forgetting about the rest of us.

"I think you have guests waiting downstairs," Nicole says, tapping Daddy on the shoulder.

"Yeah, you two can fuck later," Ashley giggles, trying to pry them apart. She fails.

"Okay, let's go," I state, wrapping my arms around Lexi's waist from behind.

I pull my best friend off of Daddy, carrying the petite girl as she whines and kicks out her legs. Daddy is looking at her with love, his breathing heavy. I feel bad interrupting the moment. I know Lexi is so passionate because of how much Daddy and the Slut-sisters mean to her. The first people who make the redhead feel like she belongs.

"You girls go keep everyone busy!" Lexi exclaims. "I need to get fucked, now!"

Daddy growls passionately, but then sighs.

"We probably should go and welcome the guests," Daddy says, his voice husky. He adjusts his slacks to try and conceal his bulge.

Lexi removes her "A" charm necklace and puts on her new locket. Our group of seven then makes our way to the backyard while debating what we should tell people the "SS" stands for if they ask. I can't exactly tell my grandparents I am proudly declaring my slutdom. Although, hiding it means I'm not proud, right? Forget it, we're all just gonna say it's something private and personal.

The backyard is fully set up and I'm not the only one to gasp upon seeing it. There are streamers, balloons, and signs everywhere. Large canopies tower over various long tables, a few of which are already occupied. There are various activities set up, including a volleyball net and a bounce house. It's an amazing mix of silly fun and serious elegance.

Sunlight reflects off the pool as we make our way over to the tables. Hazel's grandmother is sitting with my grandparents, as well as my aunt and uncle. Marcia and Ashley's parents are sitting together, and Melissa waves to her big sister with a big grin.

Ashley and Marcia sit with their families while the rest of us join the grandparents. We munch on cheese and crackers while trying to keep things from getting too awkward. Kyle, Lexi and Nicole's brother, sits with us and offers Lexi an envelope.

"Congratulations, Alexis. Lexi," Kyle smiles at his baby sister with affection, handing her the card.

"Thank you," Lexi replies, accepting the envelope.

Seeing Kyle give out a card inspires everyone else to hand out their gifts. Hazel gets a card from her grandmother and my grandparents give me a money wreath. I resist the urge to pull it apart, instead admiring how well it's put together. There's a lot of money and it says "2025" across the middle. Aunt Andrea and Uncle Mark give me a card with money in it.

More and more people arrive, many of them classmates. A few people immediately change into bathing suits and jump in the pool. Others sit at the tables and relax. Several girls are using the backdrop and props to take silly pictures and there's a volleyball game going.

Detective Sarah McLorn stops by and sits with all of us. I notice Aunt Andrea and my grandparents have judgmental looks on their faces when they realize how close Sarah and Daddy are. My detective friend surprises all of us by bringing gifts for all five graduating Slut-sisters. Ashley and Marcia come over for theirs. It's so sweet and we all hug her tightly, uncaring about my family's disapproval.

Daddy's childhood best friends, Allan and Amanda, show up with their three kids. Fortunately, we're still in the family-friendly portion of the party. Allan Junior is ten, Kimberly is seven, and Brandon is five. The kids barely give their mother time to greet us before dragging her off to join them in the bounce house. I get it.

Allan has five envelopes, one for each girl. Ashley and Marcia are touched by the gesture, not expecting anything from the man. The middle-aged guy blushes when he hands Lexi her gift, clearly remembering their wild night. Hazel waggles her eyebrows at him and he stumbles, nearly falling. It's a good thing my relatives don't pick up on it.

Stacey and April arrive at the party and both hug me tightly. Since Stacey is Daddy's assistant, I don't think my grandparents pick up on their intimacy, but I'm not completely sure. The two girls make a plate of appetizers and join us for some small talk.

The blondes have five gifts, but they're not the usual envelopes with money. The gifts are personalized, drawings done by Stacey. Mine is a portrait of me and I smile at how beautiful I look thanks to Stacey. Lexi has a drawing of her and Daddy. Ashley and Marcia also have beautiful drawings of their faces. Hazel's is a little different; it's of her entire body and she's looking down while caressing her stomach. It's so sweet and Hazel has tears in her eyes.

A lot of people are exchanging gifts; friends, family, fellow graduates. Quite a few parents have a card for me, including Ian's. Josh is slightly embarrassed that his parents have their girlfriend with them. Jennifer Cartridge is very pretty; Andrew Greene is a lucky man! Josh's sisters are amazing, too.

Everyone seems to be having a great time and the caterers soon start setting out the food. It's a huge meal that basically combines lunch and dinner. There's salad, vegetables, roasted potatoes, chicken, and fish. I end up chatting with Anika Patel and Mira Suzuki while we wait for one of the employees to cut us each a couple of slices of prime rib.

Several of Daddy's other employees stop by for a few minutes to be polite and supportive. An accountant, a couple of bookkeepers, a woman who works in accounts receivable. The VP of finance, Andy James, stops by. The pervert still creeps me out and I can tell he is a master of glancing at cleavage without getting caught.

Daddy's attorney, Paul Jacobs, arrives with a nice card for me. I'm surprised that Brenda Bell even stops by. She's the most important hire from YouInvest, and the only reason that moron isn't bankrupt. Brenda is going to be a huge asset to Daddy. She's really friendly and thanks Daddy for the invitation.

Kwan finally arrives with Charles and Olivia. Everyone gets the chance to meet the cute jewelry store employee, which leads to people admiring Hazel's promise ring. My grandparents are uncomfortable, but we ignore them. In fact, we girls are too busy making kissing faces to tease Marcia as she talks with Kwan.

Stacey and April change into bikinis and jump into the pool. A few of my classmates flirt with April, trying to figure out why they don't recognize her. There's a lot of laughter when they realize April actually isn't a classmate, but is twenty-five years old.

"I think it's time we got going," Grandma Barbara eventually says.

"So soon?" Daddy frowns. "It's still early."

"The kids will have more fun without the old folks around," Grandpa Gerald explains as he slowly gets to his feet.

"We're proud of you, Kayla," Grandma tells me as she stands as well. "We know you have a very bright future ahead of you."

"Your mother would be proud, too," Grandpa adds.

"Thank you," I smile, heading over to them for hugs.

"Just, ah, try and make better choices than your father has lately," Grandma says after kissing my cheek.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Daddy speaks up loudly.

"It means you have two girlfriends and are expecting a child with a third woman who is basically still a child," Grandpa answers, unable to contain his disapproval any longer.

"I know it's not a typical situation," Maxine interjects before Daddy can respond. "But, I've seen how much love there is here. Plus, take it from me, judging people for not living up to your standards will just make you miserable."

"So, you're okay with your eighteen year old granddaughter ruining her life?" Grandma asks.

"She is NOT ruining her life!" I hiss as Hazel's lower lip quivers.

"We're not getting into this here," Grandpa sighs. "We're not going to ruin Kayla's high school graduation. Let's go, Barbara."

"We're going," Grandma confirms. "Steven, I just hope you think more before you act in the future. We don't appreciate how you're dishonoring our daughter's memory."

"Oh, so it was much more respectful when I was waiting for my days to run out so I could finally die?" Daddy hisses angrily. "If my happiness means so little to you, maybe it's best if you don't see it. Good day."

This is my first time hearing "good day" used like a curse.

~Steven~

"You can break up with me if you want," Lexi mumbles sadly as she sits beside me on the bed. Our bed. "I'll go live with Nicole."

"I'm not breaking up with you, dummy," I reply, wrapping an arm around Lexi's shoulder as I kiss the top of her head.

"And I'm not letting you live with me," Nicole adds, crossing her arms while standing barefoot in front of the bed. "I'd have a head of gray hair in a month."

"I love you both. So much," I declare after Lexi blows a raspberry at Nicole. I squeeze Lexi's bare shoulder as I shake my head at her antics. "Sometimes I'm not sure why, but I do. You make me happy. Nicole, we fit so well together. We have a lot in common and can talk for hours. Lexi, I love your fire. You brought me back to life. Although, Nicole has a point about the premature graying."

"It's not premature for you," Lexi giggles, placing her hand on my thigh.

"Do you need a spanking?" I arch an eyebrow at the brat.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, baby," Lexi licks her lips in anticipation.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Nicole asks, cutting through the playful banter that is barely hiding emotional wounds.

"No, I'm not," I answer honestly, looking at the older redhead. "Aria was my best friend, my wife. We grew up together. Her parents were basically my parents, too."

"I don't know what it's like to have a friend from childhood," Lexi sighs. "I didn't have any friends as a little girl. But, I do now. And being told I was an insult to one of them would really hurt me."

"I'm glad you understand," I kiss Lexi's head again.

"Would it help if I took my boobs out?" Lexi offers, reaching up to cup her bikini-clad breasts.

Aria's parents are gone and we're planning to go for a swim to cool down. Lexi is wearing her light blue bikini with her auburn hair up in twin buns, exactly like the day of Kayla's birthday pool party. I hold her close, my fingers caressing her shoulder as I marvel at how soft her skin is.

My only clothing is a pair of black swim trunks. I can feel Lexi's fingernails lightly scratching my bare thigh. It's nice. Nicole is looking at me in concern, standing a few feet in front of me in a forest green bikini. My eyes briefly drop, allowing me to admire the smattering of freckles across her chest and the upper slopes of her small breasts.

"Sex can't fix everything, Lexi," I smirk as I stop gawking at Nicole.

"Well, now I need to rethink my entire life," Lexi giggles.

"No comment," Nicole snorts before turning serious again. "Do we need to talk, Steven? I know you must be a mess right now."

"I think I just want to enjoy my daughter's high school graduation," I answer carefully.

"Okay, and we don't have time to fool around. We don't, Lexi, don't look at me like that!" Nicole shakes her head. "Let's go swim."

"Fine, fine," Lexi grumbles.

"We will be talking about this later, when you're ready," Nicole looks me in the eye. "That isn't negotiable."

I nod seriously before Lexi and I stand up, following Nicole to the door. Just as we're reaching the door, a third bikini-clad beauty walks in to the master bedroom. Stacey is wearing a cute string bikini; it's white with red hearts on it. The two cups are connected by a red plastic heart. Her blonde hair is still slightly damp and her baby blue eyes are looking at me with concern.

"Sorry, I just, ah, I wanted to make sure you were all okay," Stacey bites her lower lip nervously.

"Shit. Did everyone hear?" I wince.

"No, no!" Stacey shakes her head. "Kayla told me. Do you want to talk?"

"We were just heading to go swim," I answer. "But, thank you."

"No, you two should chat," Nicole insists, grabbing Lexi's hand. "We'll keep the guests entertained."

"I guess there's time after all," Lexi giggles, tossing me a wink.

"Time for what?" Stacey frowns.

"Ignore the brat," I shake my head as Nicole drags her baby sister from the room.

"I'm putting you to work tonight!" Lexi calls out from down the hall.

"Did I just cockblock you?" Stacey winces as she walks over to the bed, looking incredibly cute.

"Nah, the girls need to go join the graduation party," I shrug as Stacey climbs up on the huge bed. "We can have sex anytime, this is Lexi's high school graduation. We can screw later."

"Really? 'Screw?'" Stacey giggles, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed so she can face me. "What a romantic way to talk about making love with your girlfriends."

"You know me, I'm full of charm," I smirk, shifting on the bed to look at my beautiful assistant. "Is April still in the pool?"

"Yeah, she's going full cougar on the high school boys," Stacey laughs. "They're eighteen, so if April wants some dick, it's fine with me."

"April won't qualify for cougar status until she's seventy," I reply with a snort. "She's not even five feet tall, has a baby face, and a squeaky voice."

"She'll probably have shrunken to four feet even by that age," Stacey muses. "But, she'll still be a brat."

"Yeah, April and Lexi have a lot in common; eternal brats," I smile. "And both full of endless energy."

"April will blow your mind if you ever manage to bag her," Stacey tells me.

"I believe it!" I nod. "I'm not sure she'll ever be up for that, though."

"Well, I am sure," she counters. "April wants you. Badly. She just has some stuff to work through. Give her time. That works for you, too, since you might want to get some more cardio in if you expect to keep up with my crazy bitch."

"If I can handle Lexi, I think I'll be okay," I smirk.

"I have to admit that you do fuck like a god," Stacey grins, her blue eyes twinkling.

"You're not so bad yourself," I tell her.

"Mm, thanks," she purrs, wriggling her body slightly before a frown crosses her face. "Sorry, I shouldn't have brought up sex. I'm here because I'm your friend and I'm worried about you."

"I'd rather talk about sex," I state flatly.

"Too bad. Talk," Stacey sticks her tongue out.

"There's really not much to say," I shrug helplessly. "It hurts that Aria's parents are judging me. What they said about dishonoring her memory was the worst."

"I'm surprised Lexi didn't lunge across the table and attack over that one," she observes.

"Lexi was a bit out of her element," I reason. "She's still got insecurities about our relationship."

"Do you?" Stacey questions.

"Not really," I answer after thinking it over. "I do worry she'll want someone younger, but I know I'm happy with her and Nicole."

"Will what Aria's parents think stop you?" she wonders.

"No way. Absolutely not," I say firmly. "I spent enough of my life miserable and alone. I'm not ruining my happiness."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Stacey nods. "You and Lexi are great together."

"Really? When did you become Lexi's advocate?" I ask with a bemused smile.

"I'm your advocate, buster," Stacey reaches out and pokes me in the shoulder with one finger. "You're not just my boss, you're my friend. I want you to always be in my life. And I want you happy. Yeah, I did want to be your girl, and part of me still does. But, well, I'm happy with how things are going right now."

"I'm glad to hear that," I incline my head as I copy her movement and poke her in the shoulder, "because you mean a lot to me and I care about your happiness."

Stacey's hand darts out, catching my wrist before I can pull my arm back. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, my mischievous assistant lifts my hand to her mouth so she can kiss the tip of my pointer finger. She then slips my finger into her mouth, sucking on it lightly as she moans softly. I can feel her tongue pressing against the bottom of my finger.

"Mm," Stacey hums, her cheeks caving in slightly as she sucks on my finger.

"Fuuuuuck," I comment, drawing it out. She giggles at my lack of eloquence.

"It isn't often I have you in a bed, I need to take full advantage," she purrs, kissing my fingertip. "Our sex is usually quick and dirty."

"Sorry about that," I wince, thinking how she deserves better.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I like it dirty," Stacey gives me a sultry look. "I like being on my knees beneath your desk, sucking on your big dick. Then when you bend me over and spank me while fucking my brains out? Yes, please!"

"I did just tell Lexi we didn't have time for sex," I sigh regrettably. "People might notice I'm gone."

"With all the guests? I think we'll be fine," Stacey smirks, taking my finger back in her mouth as her free hand pulls down her right bikini cup, exposing one of her large breasts. Her nipple is hard and she's obviously extremely aroused.

"Fuck it," I growl, grabbing Stacey and pulling her toward me.

My beautiful blonde assistant squeals happily as our lips meet in a passionate kiss. Stacey smiles into our kiss, her hand gripping my bicep as she presses her body against mine. Our tongues dance as we maneuver ourselves until we're side-by-side on the bed, our hands caressing each other.

Stacey's hand is on my cheek and she's holding my face lovingly while her foot runs along my calf. I am not being nearly as sweet, with my hand immediately seeking out Stacey's chest. In my defense, Stacey has fucking great tits. She moans into my mouth while I palm her bare breast as the large mound hangs out of her bikini top.

"You're beautiful, Stacey," I whisper while we kiss, affection for this special young woman welling up inside me.

"Oh, Steven," my assistant moans before pushing the tip of her tongue against mine.

As we roll around on the bed, I come to the realization that Stacey is correct about our sex life. Most of our encounters consist of quick romps in the office where we push clothes out of the way so I can get inside her. In addition, we often have drama that prevents us from hooking up. As a result, very rarely do I have the opportunity to get the gorgeous blonde fully naked.

Wasting no more time, I reach behind Stacey's back to untie her bikini top. She briefly sits up to remove her top before diving right back in to our kiss. We both move as one; me reaching for her bottoms while she tugs at the waistband of my swim trunks. Stacey giggles into our kiss when my swim trunks get caught on my erection, and I find myself laughing as well as I slide her bikini bottoms down her long, smooth legs.

Once we're naked, I slide my hand between Stacey's legs so I can run my fingers along her wet slit. Wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she starts jacking me off. We're moaning and kissing, Stacey giving me a handjob while I finger her soaking pussy. My dick throbs in her grip while I feel her vaginal muscles clamp down on my fingers.

"I wanna taste you," I whisper against her lips, my fingers burying deep inside her as my thumb circles her clit.

"I wanna suck you," Stacey whimpers, gripping my cock at the base as her eyes roll back.

"Sixty-nine?" I suggest, removing my fingers from her snatch.

Nodding her head, Stacey pecks my lips before sitting up. I relax with my head on the pillow as I watch Stacey maneuver her flawless body. Her large breasts sway as she turns to face away from me, her ass near my head. Straddling my head, Stacey lowers her vulva down onto my face. I smirk as a pretty pink pussy fills my vision.

"Oh, God!" Stacey gasps when my tongue brushes against her labia.

Gripping my blonde assistant's firm butt cheeks, I slowly start licking all along her pussy as she shivers. Stacey has a firm hold on my cock and is resting her head on me; I can feel her hair tickling my balls. Letting out a breath, she lifts her head and directs my dick toward her open mouth.

"Hrmph!" I grunt against Stacey's pussy when I first feel her warm mouth and dancing tongue.

Stacey's hand massages my balls as she bobs her head on me, making the sexiest wet slurping sounds. She giggles around my thickness when I playfully slap her butt. Pushing two fingers inside her, I suck on the hot blonde's clit, causing her to writhe on top of me. I can feel her big boobs squishing against me as she takes me deep in her mouth.

We continue pleasuring each other for several minutes, moans and grunts filling the room. Stacey's whimpering grows more and more intense as she writhes on top of me, occasionally taking me from her mouth to beg me to keep going. I curl two fingers against her G-spot as my tongue rapidly flicks her clit. Victory.

"Oh fuck, Steven!" Stacey lifts her head to screech, her body shuddering on top of me. "I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

"Mm, ungh!" I groan, sucking on Stacey's clit as she holds the base of my dick.

"Right there, right there! Oh God, keep going! Please! Plea-mmph!" Stacey's pleas cut off as she takes me deep in her throat, intentionally gagging herself. "Glug! Gak! Hurk! Gak!"

I finger and eat Stacey through her orgasm, triggering a second climax in the sexy blonde. Stacey responds by by rapidly bobbing her head on my length, her moans and squeals muffled by the thick cock in her throat. I can feel her tongue dance along my skin as she sucks as hard as she can, her lust in overdrive.

"Stop, stop!" I hiss, feeling my balls start to compress. "Stop sucking!"

"What's wrong?" Stacey asks, lifting and turning her head to look at me.

"I almost lost it and I don't wanna cum yet," I explain. "I need to be inside you."

"This close to cumming, are you gonna two-pump me?" Stacey teases.

"I just need a minute," I say, lightly slapping her bum. "Here, lay down. I'll eat you out for a bit longer."

"Okay," she nods her agreement before rolling off me.

Stacey lays on her back with her legs spread, one of her knees bent while her other leg stretches out. Getting on top of her, I squeeze her boobs together and bury my face in her cleavage. She giggles and caresses the back of my head as I slurp a nipple into my mouth.

I play with her tits for a minute before kissing down her flat stomach to her clean-shaven pubic mound. Reaching up to squeeze a boob, I resume eating out Stacey. Her hands bury in my hair as she starts moaning and panting. I love this beautiful pussy and am more than happy to pleasure my assistant with my mouth.

Listening to Stacey's reactions, I do everything I can to maximize her pleasure. Her back is arching as her right leg shakes and she lets out a long, keening moan. Sawing two fingers in and out of her, I suck on her clit while my other hand playfully slaps a tit before tweaking a nipple.

"Mm, delicious," I whisper, admiring her vulva while rubbing her clit.

"Oh, oh! Ah, y-you really need to fuck me now," Stacey gasps out.

"With pleasure," I growl, sitting up and placing Stacey's legs over my shoulders.

Both of us gasp as I push myself inside of Stacey, her vaginal walls clamping down on me. Gazing into Stacey's eyes, I stay fully nestled inside her while gazing into my assistant's baby blue eyes. She reaches up and lightly caresses my cheek before gripping my upper arms tightly.

"Fuck me!" she husks, heat in her eyes as she looks up at me. "Fuck me, I need it! I need your cock!"

"You're so tight," I grunt, my hands firmly planted on the mattress as I ease my cock from her body before pushing it right back in.

Stacey's feet are by my ears, her toes curling as I start to thrust. My speed and intensity increase slowly, building up to the ideal momentum. She feels amazing, her warmth eagerly allowing me all the way inside. Stacey's sheath is perfectly molded to my cock, gripping me in a velvet embrace as I withdraw.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Stacey pants, her hands reaching to grip the headboard as her jaw clenches.

"That's it, baby," I whisper, watching the adorable expressions cross her face as her pleasure peaks. "Cum for me. Cum on my cock."

I grab her big boobs with both hands, squeezing the beautiful mounds as I slam myself into Stacey again and again. The beautiful blonde loses the ability to speak as she cums hard. Her eyes roll back as her back arches, her mouth hanging open. She manages to squeal a few random words, including what sounds like my name. It's a huge turn-on, and I bury myself to the hilt as I roll my hips to stimulate her walls.

"Don't stop, don't ever stop," she manages to moan softly, her eyes opening to look up at me in wonder. "Do me from behind. Please, from behind."

"Okay," I agree, smiling down at her.

Still holding Stacey's wonderful tits, I lean forward to peck her lips. Stacey is pretty much bent in half at this point, her feet pinned by her ears. I smirk playfully and kiss her nose before easing from her tight twat and sitting up. Grabbing her hips, I roll the sexy blonde onto her stomach so she can get up on all fours.

"Be rough with me, okay?" Stacy asks, looking over her shoulder at me. "Fuck me hard!"

"How can I turn down a request like that?" I question rhetorically as I swipe my mushroom head through her labia.

Stacey looks straight ahead and grunts as I reenter her. Holding her hips, I start to fuck the gorgeous blonde doggystyle. Her damp hair is hanging down her back, her boobs jiggling wildly as she grunts each time my hips hit her butt. She's incredibly tight and I can't resist looking down to watch her pussy greedily swallowing my shaft.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Stacey begs, pushing her hips back to meet my thrusts. "I'm yours! My body's yours! Take me! I need it, I need it, I need it!"

"Fuck, take that dick!" I hiss as Stacey's vaginal walls quiver.

I decide to honor her earlier request and start spanking her roughly. Each time my hand hits her butt, Stacey gasps and shivers. After hitting each cheek a dozen times, I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back. Her beautiful frame looks so sexy beneath me and I feel all stress leaving me as I lose myself in the joy of sex. At least until I hear a loud gasp from the doorway.

"Shit! Sorry, sorry!" detective Sarah McLorn gasps.

Reacting instantly, I release Stacey's hair and pull out of her as I fall back and land on my ass. Stacey collapses onto the bed and rolls onto her side so she can see the new arrival. Sarah is standing in the doorway with her hands over her mouth. She turns sideways to protect our modesty, her hands unable to conceal the fact that her face is bright red.

"The girls didn't close the door when they left," I observe stupidly.

"Yeah, no shit," Stacey giggles, not trying to cover herself.

"I'm so sorry," Sarah stammers, looking horrified. "I, ah, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I should go."

"It's fine, come in," Stacey says as Sarah starts to leave.

"Uh, what?" Sarah frowns, lowering her hands from her face.

"Stacey?" I ask, glancing at the nude blonde.

"What?" Stacey shrugs as she sits up on the bed. "Sarah saved my sorry ass when Barry tried to break in. Plus, I'm glad she's checking up on you."

"You're both naked," Sarah mumbles.

"I didn't forget what you said to Steven," Stacey giggles. "I know you've slept with him, so it's nothing you haven't seen before. And we're both girls, I don't care that you've seen my titties."

"You guys are insane," Sarah shakes her head, but she doesn't leave.

"This house does that to people," I observe. "Or maybe it's just Lexi being around. It never used to cause stuff like this before."

"I didn't know you before you hooked up with Lexi, so I'll have to take your word for it," Sarah laughs nervously as she shuffles sideways into the room and shuts the door. "I asked Kayla what happened and she told me. And, ah, yeah, I thought you could use a friend."

"Thank you, Sarah," I reply sincerely, smiling with affection at the pretty brunette cop. She's dressed casually in a sundress, looking incredibly gorgeous.

"Looks like you already have a very good friend," Sarah points out, unable to stop a smirk from crossing her face.

"I thought he could use the stress relief," Stacey explains. "And I was having a pretty good time, myself."

"I understand," Sarah nods.

"You're great friends and I'm not just talking about sex," I tell both women. "You're both amazing."

"Oh, I really wanna kiss you now!" Sarah sighs.

"So, kiss him?" Stacey shrugs. "No one's stopping you."

Knowing how tough these situations can be for Sarah, I watch her closely to make sure she's not truly uncomfortable with what's happening. The usually-confident detective looks nervous as she turns to face us, making sure to look mostly at me. Sarah then walks over to the bed and leans over so she can peck my lips.

Sarah McLorn is such a bundle of contradictions, it's adorable. In her every day life she's so strong and confident, always in control. Despite this, she can be so shy in the bedroom, unable to really be intimate. Yet, she also has an exhibitionist streak. A shy exhibitionist? Makes no sense to me!

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I ask with a smirk.

"Whatever," Sarah giggles, kissing me again before standing up. "I came here to make sure you're okay. Kind of mean to tease me."

"She has a point," Stacey interjects.

"I'm okay," I sigh, ignoring Stacey's comment. "The argument was rough, but I'll be fine. I've made my choices and I'm happy with my life. I can't force anyone to accept those choices."

"We always get to choose, but we can't control how other people react," Sarah agrees with a nod. "I, ah, I should head back to the party so you two can, um, finish."

"Wait!" Stacey exclaims, making Sarah and I jump.

"What?" Sarah frowns in confusion, finally looking toward the naked blonde.

"I mean, we don't know each other that well, but, um, well..." Stacey trails off, blushing slightly. "You did a lot for April and I, and Steven vouches for you."

"Yeah...?" Sarah asks, making sure to keep her eyes on Stacey's face.

"It's still early and the kids won't miss us," Stacey smirks. "I'll have to check with April, but you're welcome to join us."

"Join...?" Sarah whispers, clearly in shock.

"You and I really couldn't touch a lot without me talking with April," Stacey continues, "but we can fool around a bit and both get some dick."

"Ah," Sarah mumbles, her eyes wide as her gaze drops to Stacey's bare boobs. "I don't... I. Sorry."

"Sarah's straight," I explain quickly. "And not really into the group thing."

"That's a damn shame," Stacey giggles, admiring Sarah's cute face. "I'd love to play with you."

"Sorry," Sarah says in a small voice.

"It's fine," Stacey waves her off. "Lexi would hate it if Steven made her leave because it's early, then spent time up here in a threesome."

"She'd be mad she missed it," I agree carefully.

"In that case, Sarah," Stacey purrs as she runs her fingertips down my abs, "have you ever had a ringside seat to a sex god absolutely destroying his poor, defenseless secretary?"

"Fuck. I haven't, no," Sarah whispers, swallowing weakly as she involuntarily rubs her thighs together while eyeing my erection.

"You're my executive assistant, not my secretary," I say to Stacey.

"Really? You're being politically correct right now?" Stacey grins and shakes her head. "You have a naked blonde in your bed while a sexy cop is drooling over your cock."

"I'm not drooling!" Sarah exclaims, reaching up to check her chin.

"You pretty much were, sorry," Stacey sticks out her tongue.

"I wouldn't mind watching," Sarah admits, surprising me by reaching out to grasp my shaft. She then immediately pulls her hand back and makes a face. "It's sticky."

Sarah seems able to let her guard down around me. Actually touching my dick while Stacey is here? I'm impressed! Now, I'm starting to think she isn't just an exhibitionist, she's also a voyeur. Both girls seem quite enthused by the idea of Sarah watching me fuck Stacey.

"Well, yeah, it was just rearranging my organs," Stacey laughs. "That was my pussy juice you were just disgusted by, should I be insulted?"

"No. No!" Sarah panics and shakes her head. "All vaginas are gross, it was nothing personal."

"Disagree," I speak up. "Vaginas are beautiful."

"Fuck, yeah!" Stacey declares, laying on her back and shamelessly spreading her legs to show Sarah her vulva.

"Oh, my God!" Sarah gasps and blushes, looking away.

"Are you drunk?" I ask my assistant, surprised by her boldness.

"Nah, I just spend too much time with Lexi and April," Stacey answers. "And super horny. Oh, and I'm really enjoying being in bed with you. Now, come and fuck me before Sarah runs away."

"Doggystyle?" I suggest. "It'll give her a great view."

"Sure," Stacey nods, getting into position.

Getting up on my knees, I stroke myself several times as Sarah watches. She then holds up a finger, indicating for me to wait. Rushing toward my desk, she pulls out my chair and turns it around so she can sit down and enjoy the view. Sarah has a nice side-view of Stacey and me as I sink my cock into my assistant's eager twat.

"H-how's she feel?" Sarah stammers, leaning forward in the chair.

"Fuck, she's so tight!" I grunt, holding Stacey's hips as I slam my cock into her.

"Fuck!" Stacey yelps, her body jerking forward. "So deep! He feels so good inside me!"

I hold Stacey's hips as I start giving her pussy long, hard strokes. She gasps when I smack her ass, begging me to hit her again. I comply while turning my head to watch Sarah. The detective's eyes are watching my cock appear each time I pull back from Stacey's warmth. Then Sarah looks up, biting her lower lip as our eyes lock.

Even though it's Stacey's pussy my cock is fucking, it almost feels like I'm making love with Sarah. Her heavy-lidded eyes show her lust, overwhelming her shyness enough for her to slip her hand up her sundress. Sarah starts panting as she rubs her clit, watching the erotic scene in front of her.

Stacey is really getting into it as well, turning her head to make sure Sarah keeps watching. Lowering to her elbows, Stacey's heavy tits sway, her hard nipples brushing the sheet. I only take the occasional glance at my assistant, preferring to keep my eyes on Sarah. Putting on a show like this is surprisingly erotic.

"Does my sexy secretary like taking the boss's dick?" I hiss at Stacey while roughly pounding her.

"Yes! I love your big dick! Fuck your slutty secretary!" Stacey moans, tossing her head back. "Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum! Keep going, keep going! Oh God, I'm gonna cum!"

I fuck Stacey through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure to the point her entire body is quivering. Sarah's dress is around her waist and she's rapidly rubbing her clit. The detective's other hand is in her dress, squeezing her tit. The pretty brunette bites her lower lip as she does her best to cum quietly. Both women reaching orgasm is too much for me.

"I'm cumming, too!" I warn, my hands squeezing Stacey's hips. "Where?"

"Not in me, put on a show!" Stacey moans as she clenches her pussy muscles to stimulate my shaft. "My face, cum on my face!"

"Wait, don't! Please!" Sarah whines. "Cum in my mouth!"

"Stacey?" I ask, looking down at the blonde.

"Do it!" Stacey nods rapidly. "Fill her mouth!"

Yanking my cock out of Stacey, I turn and knee-walk toward the edge of the bed. Stacey collapses on the bed and turns her body to watch as Sarah rushes over. Sarah places her hands on the bed as she swoops in and takes my tip in her mouth. Stroking my base, Sarah moans heavily as she sucks hard on my mushroom head, her eyes rolling up to meet mine.

"Sarah!" I gasp, grabbing the top of her head as I start shooting.

Sarah's eyes close as she whines around my tip while hot cum fills her mouth. I see her cheeks bulge out as she collects every drop I give her. I can feel Sarah's tongue swirling my load around as she enjoys the taste. Opening her eyes, she looks at me as her throat contracts. The sight of a beautiful woman swallowing my cum lets me fire off one final burst of semen, which Sarah greedily swallows.

"Shit, did she swallow?" Stacey asks, sitting up.

"Yeah, I did," Sarah blushes, standing up and fixing her dress.

"Don't you know anything about cum swapping?" Stacey giggles.

"No, I've never done anything like this!" Sarah laughs nervously.

"Well, I got you to indirectly taste my pussy, so I'm calling it a win," Stacey sticks out her tongue.

"Don't pressure her, Sarah doesn't like girls," I reach out and place my hand on my assistant's bare thigh.

"I'll behave," Stacey rolls her eyes.

"You rarely behave," I point out. "In fact, I suspect you egg April on."

"I do not!" Stacey gasps. "Don't lie!"

"Should we tell Sarah about Wednesday?" I suggest before my eyes go wide in realization. Then I hop out of the bed. "That reminds me of something."

"Damn, nice ass!" Stacey calls out.

"Wait, what happened on Wednesday?" Sarah questions.

"I'll show you," I reply, taking Stacey's underwear out of my desk drawer. Turning, I hold up the panties. "I believe these are yours, Stacey."

"Oh yeah, you sent me home without panties," Stacey giggles. "The slutty secretary was walking around without underwear."

"Had a little fun in the office?" Sarah inquires.

"Lexi came to work and we all had a very, ah, productive lunch hour," I answer, tossing Stacey her underwear.

"That has to violate company policy," Sarah muses.

"Don't go all cop on us," Stacey teases, running her fingers over her breasts.

"So, I should leave my handcuffs out of this?" Sarah asks.

"Wait, maybe we can work something out," Stacey smirks before turning to look up at me. "By the way, do you keep underwear from all your conquests?"

"No!" I exclaim while the girls laugh. "The only other panties in the room are Lexi's, and they're in her dresser. Oh, and the underwear Sarah's wearing."

The girls keep teasing me as Stacey puts her bikini back on and I step into my swim trunks. Sarah has a small blush on her face the entire time, but I'm proud of her. She's able to laugh with Stacey, showing that she can let people in. Sarah is straight and I respect that. As long as I remind a certain redhead of that fact, I think we might be able to further explore Sarah's voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendencies.

Stacey and Sarah each give me a very passionate kiss before we decide it's time to return to the graduation party. I'm still reeling from the fight with Aria's parents, but I know that they are wrong; I'm not dishonoring Aria's memory. I have people who love me and care about my happiness.

Maybe sex can fix everything.

~Kayla~

Thanks to an early graduation, it's not even 5:00PM and the party is just getting started. Grandma and Grandpa are the first to leave and I'm still upset about it. My Slut-sisters decide we all need to forget about it and enjoy the party. Sounds like a plan to me!

Nicole and Lexi change into bathing suits before returning and telling me Daddy is still in the master bedroom with Stacey. We joke that he's probably having sex and Lexi looks longingly toward the mansion, clearly wanting to join him. Marcia reminds her that it's still early and she needs to stay at the party. After talking with Sarah McLorn, we girls decide to take advantage of the activities.

The six Slut-sisters wait in line to use the photo backdrop. When it's our turn, Nicole uses her phone to take pictures of the five of us. We put on hats and sunglasses while making silly faces, we hold up various signs and props, and we pose in the most ridiculous ways we can think of. At one point, Hazel gets on her knees in front of me and opens her mouth to pretend to give me a blowjob. I place my hand on her head and fake-gasp at the camera.

Phil Collins stops by and offers to take pictures so Nicole can join us. We do the same poses all over again, this time with Nicole as well. Hazel places her long braid beneath her nose and makes a duck face so her braid functions as a fake mustache. The next pose is all six of us holding our fists to our mouths while our tongues push out our opposite cheeks, simulating blowjobs. We end up in a giggle fit, falling over and hugging each other.

Ashley and Hazel are the two tallest girls, so they decide to have the two shortest girls sit on their shoulders. Marcia sits on Ashley's shoulders while Lexi is on Hazel's. Marcia's sundress slides up her legs, almost exposing her underwear. Lexi and Nicole are both in bikinis, showing off a lot of skin. Nicole jumps on my back, but I am not nearly as tall as Hazel or Ashley! I'm kind of in the middle. Lexi, Marcia and Nicole are pretty short. Hazel and Ashley are incredibly tall and I'm average.

I sit at a table with my Slut-sisters so we can drink some soda while snacking on chips and pretzels. Daddy returns to the party with Sarah and Stacey, a dopey grin on his face. We giggle as we comment on how ridiculously happy guys look after getting some pussy.

All of Daddy's employees are gone by now, except for Stacey who joins April in the pool. A few others are leaving as well. Maxine hugs Hazel before making her exit. Allan and Amanda collect their children and say goodbye. The kids get some sweets for the ride home and give us hugs. All three of them are cute and I find myself thinking about my own future children.

Lexi and Nicole join Daddy in the crowded pool, splashing him while laughing. Despite the number of people in the pool, two couples are managing to chicken-fight. Mira Suzuki and Anika Patel are both on the shoulders of two football players. I smile when I realize they're two of the ones barred from attending our ceremony for jumping David.

Not everyone is splashing around and playing. Amanda Sawyer, the shyest girl in the senior class, is slowly stepping into the water. She's wearing a tankini, likely to conceal the couple of extra pounds she has. Just the fact that she's willing to wear a bathing suit around us is a huge improvement for the quiet girl. She is pretty. Amanda is two or three inches over five feet with brown hair and eyes. Her breasts are about the same size as mine, but they are usually covered up by baggy clothes.

The pool is also a great place for flirting. Three guys; Kevin Miller, Billy Fisher, and Derek Parker are all chatting up little April. They seem quite happy that Stacey is there as well. Marcia, Hazel, and I laugh when Ashley brings up catching Kevin Miller fucking Mira Suzuki behind the bleachers. Our faces are red from laughter when the blonde goes on to tell us about Billy Fisher spit-roasting Shannon Gardner with Josh Morris.

For some strange reason, Shannon and Josh are here. We all still hate Shannon for telling everyone about Hazel being pregnant, and for her behavior at the lock-in. Josh Morris is also on our shit-list for harassing hazel at the lock-in. They're both here, just like Emily Hawthorne and even Kyle Baker. Kyle keeps throwing glances at Hazel, but Josh ignores us completely.

Turning away from the pool, I check out what's going on at some of the nearby tables. Noah Heath and Camilla Rodriguez are sitting together and obviously flirting. Frank Morrow is alone in the corner, playing some sort of handheld gaming system. Not sure why he's even here; he can play video games at home. Kwan is chatting with Charles and Olivia, since they barely know anyone else.

My eyes light up when I see Josh, Shawn, and Ian sitting together with their families. Stephanie is there as well. Standing up, I drag Marcia, Hazel, and Ashley over to their table. Ian's mom, Susan, hugs me tightly, assuring me once again that she is still here for me and is glad Ian and I are still great friends.

Our big group chats for awhile, with family members leaving over time. Ian's parents say goodbye after confirming Stephanie is going to drive Ian home. Josh's parents leave with their girlfriend, Jennifer. His sisters stay a little while longer before making their exit. Emily loves hugs and makes sure to go around the table and offer one to everybody.

Marcia's parents come by to announce their departure while Marcia is talking with Shawn. Seth and Courtney Moore hug their daughter, reminding her to be safe, then leave the party. Ashley's parents and sister are heading out, too. Ashley and Melissa tease each other a bit before Melissa congratulates Ashley and hugs her tightly.

A few minutes later, Uncle Mark and Aunt Andrea find me to tell me they're heading to the hotel. They both congratulate me again and promise to see me again before their plane leaves. Aunt Andrea asks me to keep their son out of trouble and Uncle Mark makes me promise to look out for their daughter. I can tell Uncle Mark is nervous about leaving his baby girl, but he manages. I'm proud of him!

"I'll make sure the football players all know Abigail's dad is over six feet tall with big muscles," I giggle. Uncle Mark really is sexy. Auntie Andrea is very lucky.

"Don't forget to mention my gun collection," Uncle Mark adds with a smirk. A big, handsome black guy. I wonder how Aunt Andrea feels about sharing? He's only my uncle by marriage, it's not incest.

"You don't have a gun collection," Aunt Andrea snorts, taking her husband's hand. "Now, let's go."

"Yes, dear," Uncle Mark sighs, allowing his wife to drag him off.

The eight of us sit at our table so we can talk and laugh. I'm sitting with Ian and Stephanie, which is slightly awkward, but I remind myself we're still friends. Marcia, Ashley, and Hazel are talking with Shawn and Josh. Ashley sits in Josh's lap at one point and we all teasingly suggest Marcia do the same with Shawn. Both of them blush. There are still feelings there, but I understand why they can't be together.

Taking a sip of my soda, I glance around and notice Kelsey sitting by herself. The Spanish girl is wearing leggings and a long-sleeve shirt. From the way she's taking deep breaths, I can tell she's trying to manage severe anxiety. I excuse myself from the group, grab a bottle of water, and head over.

"Hey, I brought you a water," I say, placing the bottle in front of Kelsey and sitting down.

"Thanks," she replies, taking a few big gulps.

"You okay?" I ask nervously. "I know parties are tough for you."

"I'm doing okay," Kelsey nods, letting out a breath. "I know I'm safe here."

"Anxiety doesn't care about what you know," I point out delicately.

"I've noticed," she cracks a small smile. "Nancy says I can't put my life on hold out of fear."

"She's the trauma counselor, right?" I question.

"Yeah," Kelsey confirms. "I'm still seeing her regularly. I had an emergency session with her a couple days ago."

"Did something happen?" I wonder.

"Yes," she swallows weakly. "I was at the mall, trying to be comfortable with all those people."

"Makes sense," I nod along.

"Some guy in his twenties stopped me and said Keith owed him for some sports bet," Kelsey explains. "He let me know that his whores would have to pay his debts if he couldn't. I collapsed."

"Oh, my God!" I gasp, clapping my hands to my mouth. "Did you call the police."

"We did," she says. "They said he's probably a member of that stupid gang."

"The Crocs," I roll my eyes. "Stupid fucking name. Do you want me to get Sarah? She's still here."

"She knows," Kelsey takes a deep breath. "She knows. And the police think it was some stupid intimidation tactic. So, ah, be careful, okay?"

"I'll be careful," I bite my lower lip nervously. "But, Nancy is right. We can't keep putting our lives on hold for some rapist assholes. It's our graduation!"

"Right. Yeah," she mumbles.

"It looks like they're setting up a volleyball game," I observe, nodding toward the net. "I'm gonna go change and we'll play!"

"Okay," Kelsey reluctantly agrees. "I'll be here."

Wanting to get changed is just an excuse. I barely make it to my room before collapsing into a full panic attack. Kneeling on the floor, I grab my head in both hands as I rock back and forth. The tears start to flow as I remember Keith holding the gun on me, ordering me to suck his dick, calling me a worthless cum-dump.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! What's going to happen? Are Keith's gang connections going to cause problems? Are they looking for us? Are they looking for Lexi? What's happening? Should I call Sarah? What do I do? What do I do? I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!

My thoughts are racing and it takes several minutes to get them under control. Kelsey's right; we're safe here. Some fucking gang isn't going to kidnap or rape me. They aren't complete idiots like Keith who think taking people hostage actually works. I'm okay. We're all okay. We're safe.

I use the 5-4-3-2-1 method to calm down. I end up needing to use it a few times. Then I head to my bathroom and splash some water on my face. I'm kind of glad Hazel isn't taking me up on my offer; my own private bathroom is really, really convenient.

This is my graduation party and I am going to have fun. I change into my black bikini and put my jean shorts on over the bottoms. I pull on a long shirt to use as a cover-up and step into a pair of flip-flops before returning to the party to meet up with Kelsey.

"Ready?" I ask, resting my hand on the table while looking down at the pretty Spanish girl.

"Yeah, I guess," Kelsey nods, taking another sip of water. "I like your jewelry."

"Oh, thanks!" I smile. "The earrings were my mother's and Daddy just got me the locket."

"What does the 'SS' stand for?" she wonders.

"Slut-sisters!" I declare happily. I can tell Kelsey what it means.

"Oh," Kelsey giggles, getting to her feet. "I'm glad what you went through didn't change who you are."

"Everything changes us, Kelsey," I tell her. "Some things more than others. We change every day. But, I won't let some assholes control my actions. I can have fun and enjoy being slutty when the mood strikes. Some cowards with little dicks aren't stopping me."

"That's a good way to look at it," she smiles softly.

We're fortunate enough to reach the group before the game starts. They're still trying to figure out how to pick teams, so they're happy for Kelsey and me to join them. Kelsey is ready to go, but I head off to the side to leave my things in a pile on the grass. I strip off my shirt so I can play in my black bikini top. The strings from my bottoms are showing over my jean shorts. I know I look hot. Yeah, we're playing a game, but that's no reason for a single girl not to look her best!

Kicking off my flip-flops, I leave them next to my shirt. Then I quickly put my raven hair up in a functional ponytail. I start to take off my earrings, realizing I can't just leave them on the grass. They're too important. They're Mommy's. And they're probably worth over twenty thousand dollars. Looking around, I see Ashley, Marcia, and Hazel are still sitting with Josh, Shawn, Ian, and Stephanie.

I run over, putting an extra bounce in my step once I notice some guys looking my way. I may not be looking for a hook-up, but I can certainly tease and enjoy being admired! My male classmates are clearly admiring my flat stomach and bouncing breasts. Frank Morrow is even looking up from his video game. I giggle to myself when I see one guy watching me so intently he misses his mouth with his cup, spilling soda down the front of himself.

"Hold these! Volleyball time. You're the best!" the words are quickly out of my mouth and I'm off after putting an exaggerated kiss on Marcia's cheek.

"Uh, you're welcome!" Marcia's voice calls out after me.

Giggling, I pause and turn around to see everyone looking at me with bemused expressions. I wink and blow a kiss before spinning and bounding back toward the volleyball net. The grass is soft beneath my bare feet and I can feel my Slut-sisters locket against my neck. The locket, I am keeping on.

There's a dozen of us, so we'll be easily able to create two even teams of six. Since I'm the host, I'm chosen to be a team captain. The other team captain is Katie Ehrlich. Katie looks ready to play; her long blonde hair is in a ponytail and she's wearing black leggings with a white stripe down each leg. Removing her shirt reveals a sky-blue sports bra. Damn, she really is prepared.

I get to pick first and immediately choose Kelsey. Katie selection is Jennifer Rhodes, an athletic cheerleader. Makes sense. There's a decent mix of guys and girls here, giving me quite a few classmates to choose from. My eyes land on Ron Wilson and I point to him, confirming my choice.

I'm not close with Ron, but I remember him coming around while trying to woo Marcia. I smile when I think about staying up all night with my friends; I help Hazel and Ashley extract answers from Marcia about her first time. Ron's a good guy, and I think Marcia is content with her choice to give him her cherry.

We're not experts at this game, but we know the rules. Each team has two rows of three and Katie's side gets the first serve. The ball flies over the net and heads straight for Amanda Sawyer. Amanda panics, misses the ball with her hands, and gets hit in the chest with it.

"Oof!" Amanda winces as the ball falls to the ground. "Shit, shit! Sorry!"

"It's fine," I giggle.

"I suck at sports," Amanda sighs.

"Well, this is how you get better," I reply with a friendly smile.

Amanda comes to most of my parties, but she rarely does anything besides hide in the corner. Now that she's out of the pool, she's wearing leggings and a t-shirt. Seeing her come out of her shell enough to actually play volleyball with us is very refreshing. I want to encourage the quiet girl, so I give her a few pointers before we resume the game.

At first, we try and follow the rules as close as we can. As time goes on, we start improvising and messing around more than playing. It's obvious my team is losing, so there's not much point in keeping accurate score anymore. We just keep serving until we're ready to take a break.

I talk with Katie and Amanda for a while as the three of us down bottles of water to hydrate. Amanda is in much worse shape, so she has to press the water bottle to the back of her neck to cool down. She goes through a second bottle of water before I'm even done with my first.

Amanda and I compliment Katie on her speech, even though I barely remember it. We talk about our college plans and Amanda laments her poor social skills. I give her a few pointers and Katie also jumps in, both of us telling the girl she needs to put herself out there.

When Amanda says she's fat and ugly, I immediately join with Katie to shut that right down. Amanda is maybe a couple pounds overweight, but she's not fat! And she has a very pretty face. The shy girl laments never having a boyfriend, and I feel bad that Amanda's high school experience is over, ruined by her fear of socializing.

The three of us eventually go our separate ways and I return to my Slut-sisters. Or, I try to. Ian and Stephanie are now in the bounce house, Shawn is on his way home, Marcia is flirting with Kwan, and Ashley is sitting with Josh. Katie actually joins Josh and Ashley to spend some time with them.

I grab my earrings from Marcia, kissing her cheek again. Olivia gives me a hug and I wave cutely to the boys. I don't feel like putting my flip-flops and shirt back on, so I find a spot to leave them before heading over to the pool. Sitting on the edge, I slip my feet into the water so I can relax and cool off.

Stacey and April are still in the pool racing the three football players on inflatable pool floats. Nicole is sunbathing in one of our chaise lounge chairs. Daddy and Lexi are sharing the next chair, with Lexi snuggling up to Daddy. A few other people are still splashing around in the pool and several lounge chairs are occupied.

Glancing around the yard, I notice a lot more obvious flirting going on. The old folks and family members are gone, so things are starting to heat up. Brittney is talking with a couple of guys but it doesn't look like they're getting anywhere with her. I'm surprised to see Lexi's brother talking with my cousin, Abigail. Is something going on there? Interesting.

"Hey, Kayla," a male voice says from beside me.

"Oh! Hi, Dan," I reply, craning my neck to look up at his face.

"Great party!" Dan compliments, sitting down cross-legged beside me, close to the edge of the pool.

"Thanks!" I smile at him. "I'm glad you're having fun. Although, Daddy deserves most of the credit. He booked all this stuff."

"I'll have to thank him, the prime rib was delicious," Dan laughs.

"Mm, I love prime rib," I hum happily.

"I'm surprised you still have caterers here," he comments, glancing over at one of the long tables.

"Yeah, I think they're gonna serve some snacks soon," I explain. "They're leaving not long after. Then I think they're coming back Sunday to clean everything up."

"Is cooking going to be a team effort tomorrow?" Dan asks.

"No," I giggle. "Daddy bought a bunch of muffins and other pastries for breakfast. We'll have snacks and stuff to make sandwiches. He'll fire up the grill at some point."

"That's a lot of grilling," he points out.

"Maybe," I shrug. "I don't think too many people will actually stay all weekend."

"Even this place only has so many bedrooms," Dan observes. "Where are you planning on putting all of us?"

"There are a few empty bedrooms," I reason. "Also, Daddy has sleeping bags for anyone who wants to sleep in the main living room. There are a few tents as well if anyone wants some privacy. Camping!"

"Making love in a tent outside sounds nice," Dan leans over and nudges my shoulder playfully.

"Oooh, 'making love?'" I smirk at him. "You turning into a romantic?"

"Maybe you bring it out in me," he suggests.

"That was cheesy," I tell him as my feet sway in the pool, allowing me to enjoy the cool water.

"Would you rather I made a crude comment about what I'd like to do to you beneath the sheets?" Dan wonders.

"Either way, you're not getting any," I say, lightly tapping his thigh. "Sorry, buddy!"

"I know, I'm just teasing," he chuckles. "I really just wanted to come over and see how you were doing."

"I'm okay," I sigh. "The last few months have been really crazy. Now we're out of high school and facing the world. The trial is coming up and I am still reeling over the kidnapping and getting dumped."

"I'm sorry you have to go through that," Dan states sincerely as he reaches out to place his hand on mine.

"Thank you," I whisper, surprised that I'm willing to tell him all this.

"Ian is crazy for breaking up with you," he continues.

"He couldn't refuse MIT, it's too good an opportunity," I reason.

"I'd have picked you over some college," Dan promises, his thumb lightly caressing my hand.

"Would MIT have ever accepted you?" I ask teasingly.

"They wouldn't even have replied if I submitted an application," he laughs. "At least give me credit for saying it!"

"Fine, you get your credit," I roll my eyes.

Dan and I sit in silence for several minutes, enjoying each other's company. People are talking and laughing all around us. I let him keep his hand on mine for a time, but eventually pull away. I admit that I'm kind of horny, but I'm not willing to get involved with Dan again. He's definitely doing better at being a decent guy, I just don't want to relive my spiraling after my rape.

I feel guilty, but part of me does blame Dan. Letting out a breath, I reflect on the chain of events as the sun reflects off the blue pool water. Seeing that horrible video of David raping Lexi, going to that party and letting Dan pick me up. I grip the edges of the pool while remembering Dan leaving me in bed after fucking me. It isn't Dan who comes back later, it's someone much, much worse.

My memories are pretty scattered after Dan, mainly just a few images and feelings. Fortunately, Dan doesn't notice when I use the 5-4-3-2-1 method. One of the advantages of it is that I can use it while around other people. It helps me calm down and slow my racing heart.

"I really like you, you know?" Dan asks, causing me to look over at him with surprise. "Those weren't just random hookups to me."

"W-why did you leave me alone in bed after you got what you wanted?" I question in a small voice.

"Because I'm a fucking idiot," he answers simply. "I did what I always did and I fucked up. I'm sorry."

"Even if you had only been after sex you could have stayed," I respond. "I would have slept with you again that night."

"You were pretty out of it," Dan says carefully. "I would have felt guilty if I stuck around. Like I was taking advantage of you."

"You didn't seem to mind much when I stopped our midday hookups," I point out.

"I'm not good at sharing my feelings," he admits. "It bothered me but there wasn't anything I could do about it. I always knew I wasn't your type and I considered myself lucky that I got any time with you at all."

"I don't think I have a type," I say as I think it over. "David wasn't really a jock, but he wasn't a nerd either. He turned out to be an asshole, but he was good at pretending to be a sweet guy. Ian really is a sweet guy. Physically, they're nothing alike."

"So, I need to be sweet? Got it!" Dan grins.

"No, dummy," I shake my head. "You need to be yourself. If you have to pretend to be someone you're not to catch a girl's attention, she's the wrong one for you. You thought guys were supposed to get as much pussy as possible and you ran with it. You stopped, and you're much more likable now. Get it?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," he nods.

"For now, just be my friend," I suggest, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Date other people, find some hobbies, and keep in touch. I'm not in a good place to start another relationship right now. Maybe I'll say yes if you ask me out in the future."

"I will definitely keep in touch," Dan promises.

Before I can reply, someone jumps into the pool and inadvertently splashes Dan and me with water. I squeal as he laughs before we both quickly stand up and back away from the edge. From the pool, Kevin Miller waves at us while calling out an apology. In unison, Dan and I show him our middle fingers. Kevin just winces and joins his two buddies to continue hitting on April and Stacey.

Dan is standing a couple feet in front of me and I immediately notice his wide eyes are locked on my chest. I can't blame him; I'm still in my black bikini top and there are drops of water on my breasts. Placing my hand on my hip, I let him drool over me for a few more seconds.

"My eyes are up here," I finally remind him.

"Right, sorry," Dan stammers, looking into my green eyes.

Moisture floods my lady bits as I start to lose myself in Dan's amazing blue eyes. He has blond hair and a charming smile with perfect dimples. His t-shirt is wet, causing it to cling to his powerful chest. A blush colors my cheeks as I admire his bulging biceps.

"It's fine," I bite my lower lip. "It's, ah, well, you've seen them before."

"I know, they're perfect," Dan whispers, longing in his voice. "Uh, sorry."

"Wipe your chin, Dan," I giggle, placing my hand on my hip as I pose prettily for him.

"Shit, sorry!" he gasps, reaching up to his chin. He gives me a look when he realizes there's no drool.

"You can also stop apologizing," I smirk. "I gotta say, it does wonders for a girl's confidence when she can make the school player weak in the knees."

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world," Dan says suddenly, his face turning red. "Ah, shit."

"I guess you really do like me," I stand on my toes to kiss his cheek. "I don't want to lead you on. I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now. So, for the time being, keep it in your pants, big guy."

"I can do that," he nods while adjusting his shorts in a futile attempt to hide his bulge.

Patting Dan on the shoulder, I sashay past him as I make my way across the yard, leaving him to his fantasies. I once again think about how right Hazel is; it is fun to be a sexy chick. It feels amazing to be looked at with desire. Sure, I want a connection, I want love. But, well, it's nice knowing I can get any cock rock hard with just a glance and a hair flip.

I walk the entire backyard, getting a good look at how everyone's doing. There are still games going on. Daddy is actually giving money confetti poppers as prizes. A new volleyball game is starting up, a couple of people are playing cornhole, and a few girls are using the photo backdrop.

Returning to the long tables, I walk through them while enjoying the shade of the overhead canopies. I frown when I notice Amanda Sawyer is sitting by herself with a diet soda. On the other end of the table is Frank Morrow, who is still playing his video game.

"Amanda!" I exclaim, placing my hands on her shoulders after approaching her from behind. "C'mon, bounce house!"

"Oh, hi Kayla!" Amanda jumps. "Um, I don't know."

"Why not?!" I whine, bouncing on my bare feet.

"I just, I'm not sure," she mumbles, glancing over at Frank.

"Oh, I get it!" I giggle. "No problem, we'll all go. It'll be fun!"

"Kayla!" Amanda hisses as I rush toward the gamer.

"Hi, Frank!" I say, sitting down beside him.

"Kayla?" he gasps, looking over at me with wide eyes.

"Wanna treat a couple of sexy ladies to a good time?" I suggest, batting my eyelashes at him.

"W-what?" Frank stammers, swallowing weakly.

"Amanda and I wanna use the bounce house," I explain with a flirty smile. "Join us?"

"I'm, ah, I'm about to fight the Monkey King," he protests pathetically, pointing toward the game.

"You can play that game whenever you want," I tell him, standing up and placing a hand on his shoulder. "How often do cute girls ask you for a good time?"

"Never," Frank answers sadly.

"Well, they'd definitely notice you more if you paid attention," I point out, swooping in to kiss his cheek. "Let's go!"

I lead the way, my arms behind my back as I hold a hand of each of the social outcasts. I'm thrilled they're hear this late and I am determined to help them out of their shells. Years and years in class with Amanda, and I still barely know her at all. Frank is still pretty new to Ashwood, joining us in Junior year, but he needs to make some memories. This is his last chance at the high school experience.

After making a quick stop to give Marcia my earrings again, I bring them to the bounce house. The three of us get inside and immediately start jumping around. I am fully aware that everyone is watching my titties bounce in my bikini, but I really don't care. I'm having fun! I hold hands with Amanda and convince her to start jumping. Even Frank gets into it. Kind of. His face is red and he seems shocked that girls are having fun with him.

Frank is a couple inches taller than I am and I know he's very smart. He prefers being alone, but he's at my party, so he's going to have fun! He has brown hair and hazel eyes. Like Amanda, he's got a few extra pounds, but he's not fat. His beard will look better if I can convince him to trim it rather than let it go wild. The neck beard look is definitely not in.

I tackle Amanda to the floor of the bounce house, causing her to squeal as the floor undulates beneath us. Hopping to my feet, I target Frank next. His arms instinctively wrap around me when my body collides with his. He manages to stay on his feet and I notice that Frank is quite excited by feeling my body against his.

Releasing the shy boy, I smirk at him as I hold up a finger and shake it at him reproachfully. Frank opens and closes his mouth several times before making a small mumbling noise as he gestures toward my chest. I look down and realize Amanda must have accidentally grabbed my bikini top when I tackled her. My left bikini cup is pushed down, revealing the top of my areola.

"Oops," I blush, fixing my top. "Thanks, Frank."

"Y-you're welcome," he stammers.

We jump around for a little bit longer before getting out of the bounce house. I once again interrupt Marcia's flirting with Kwan to get my earrings back. This time I peck her on the lips before returning to Amanda and Frank. I'm about to suggest we do something else when we run in to two other people.

"Hi, Miss Harrell! Hi, Kelsey!" I smile happily.

"Hi, Kayla!" Miss Harrell replies. "We'll let you get back to your friends."

"No, it's okay," I shake my head. "They need to learn to flirt without me."

I promise to see Frank and Amanda later before heading off with Kelsey and Miss Harrell. I'm really glad my cheer coach is still here. And I'm surprised. I guess she really does want some time to chat with me. It's starting to get late and I'm sure she'll be leaving soon.

"I hope you're both having fun," I say once the three of us have some privacy. "Thank you for coming."

"Thank you for inviting me," Miss Harrell smiles, looking truly happy.

"Of course!" I exclaim. "Did you two try the bounce house?"

"No, we were just talking," Miss Harrell answers. "I wanted to have one-on-one chats with all of my cheerleaders before they go on to bigger and better things."

"We'll all miss you," I tell the coach.

"We really will," Kelsey agrees, finally speaking up.

"You're sweet," Miss Harrell says.

"I'm gonna head out, Kayla," Kelsey suddenly interjects, surprising me.

"Oh. Are you sure?" I ask sadly.

"Yeah, I'm glad I came and I did have fun," Kelsey lets out a breath. "But, I'm getting kind of overwhelmed."

"I understand," I nod. "Keep in touch?"

"We definitely will," Kelsey promises.

I hug Kelsey tightly before she makes her exit. A sigh escapes my lips as I watch her leave. I know the Spanish girl is still having a really tough time. The upcoming trial won't make things easier. I'm dreading it as well, so I understand completely.

"I'm worried about her," Miss Harrell sighs. "I'm worried about quite a few of you."

"Did some things come up in your one-on-one chats?" I ask.

"Oh, you have no idea," the beautiful woman responds. "I knew about you, Stephanie, and Kelsey. Jennifer and Emily had some surprising stories, too."

Jennifer can often act like the classic ditz, but I know it's an act. She's beautiful, with long blonde hair, green eyes, and a fucking amazing body. Emily. Fuck. Emily Hawthorne is known for being up for anything. I'm honestly still reeling about finding out Mister Wagner pays her for sex. At least the asshole will never teach again.

"What kind of stories?" I probe delicately.

"You know better, Kayla," Miss Harrell gives me a disapproving look. "If people are gonna confide in me, they have to know I'll keep their secrets. I shouldn't have told you what I just did."

"I guess I'm special," I shrug and grin.

"You have no idea," Miss Harrell bites her lower lip nervously.

"So, ah, time for my one-on-one?" I question.

"If you don't mind?" she looks around quickly. "We just need to find a place to talk privately."

"I probably should put my earrings away so I don't have to keep taking them off," I muse. "Wanna come with me?"

"To your bedroom?" Miss Harrell wonders.

"Sure, why not?" I shrug.

"Okay, let's go," she nods.

It's summer, so we fortunately still have a little bit of daylight left to enjoy. The caterers are cleaning up and anyone else who still wants food will have to settle for snacks or candy. With almost all of the older adults gone, I'm surprised I don't see anyone with at least a beer. Probably soon. Sarah is on her way home, so no need to fear the scary cop lady!

The back door is open and people are coming in and out. We run into Dan who is leading Jennifer Rhodes by the hand. I know this isn't their first time hooking up and Jennifer waves to Miss Harrell while Dan gives me an embarrassed look. I gesture at Jennifer and waggle my eyebrows, giving Dan a thumbs-up.

Passing the main living room, I notice several classmates are watching a movie. In Daddy's favorite armchair is Kwan's friend, Charles Perry. Olivia Kelly from The Jewelry Box is sitting in his lap and the two of them are kissing softly. Another couple is cuddling on one of the couches and a few people are laying on the floor to watch the romantic comedy.

Dan brings a giggling Jennifer into the guest room next to Hazel's room. I'm actually surprised Jennifer is giving Dan another chance. I remember the locker room for one of the last games of the season; the blonde loudly complaining about Dan cumming in a dozen thrusts before passing out. I guess the Slut-sisters aren't the only ones to notice Dan is becoming a more caring and aware person. It's sweet that Dan likes me, but I feel no jealousy and just hope he's able to rock Jennifer's world.

I show Miss Harrell into my room and shut the door. My cheer coach glances around the room, her eyes stopping on the large poster of my favorite pop singer. Removing my earrings, I place them in my jewelry box before also taking off my Slut-sisters locket. Then I fix my ponytail before turning to find Miss Harrell sitting on the edge of my bed.

"What did you want to talk about?" I ask, sitting down beside her.

"Mostly, I just wanted to let you know how proud I am of the amazing woman you're becoming," my cheer coach begins. "And I want you to know that, just because you're graduating doesn't mean you can't still come to me if you need anything."

"Thank you, I appreciate that," I smile at her. "I don't think I would have gotten through high school if it weren't for you."

"You're so smart and strong, I'm sure you would have succeeded no matter what." Miss Harrell compliments.

"Thanks, but you really were great," I respond, turning slightly to face her. "You gave me a lot of great advice about life and dating. You told me to always value myself."

"I'm glad I could help," she nods, looking conflicted. "I just wish I was around more these last few months."

"It's my fault for pulling away from the squad after the season," I sigh. "I mainly hung out with Ashley, Marcia, and Hazel. Well, and David."

"I still don't understand what happened there," Miss Harrell looks at me intently. "You two seemed happy, then you broke up. Next thing I know, I'm hearing news about David caught up in rape charges and you getting kidnapped by Keith."

"Short version? David paid Keith to rape Lexi while she was high, I dumped him. I got drunk at a party and Keith raped me, then he got arrested," I spit out quickly, wanting Miss Harrell to know everything. "Keith kidnapped me and Lexi. He made me suck him and I bit his dick off."

"Oh, Kayla!" Miss Harrell gasps, pulling me into a tight hug. "Oh God, sweetie!"

I wrap my arms around my cheer coach and hug her back. I don't cry. I can tell Miss Harrell is crying, but I don't feel tears in my eyes. Maybe I'm cried out? Maybe I just don't want to feel this right now? Either way, I'm grateful that Miss Harrell cares about me so much. She's clinging to me as if she never wants to let me go. Her fingers are digging into my bare back and her blonde hair is in my face.

"I'm okay," I eventually tell her, pulling back slightly to look at my coach.

"You went through every woman's worst nightmare," Miss Harrell looks at me with despair.

"My worst nightmare is sitting on the toilet to pee and a snake attacks my vagina," I give her a small smile.

Miss Harrell's laughter is explosive in her surprise. Despite the tears still running down her cheeks, she's laughing. She's laughing so hard her cheeks are turning red. I can't help but reach up and brush the tears from her cheeks with both hands. Lowering my left hand, I keep my right on her face. It's only as my fingers lightly caress her cheek that I realize just how intimate this position is.

"I am glad you can joke about it," she says between giggles.

"It's that or hide under the bed and cry," I shrug, dropping my hand from her cheek. "I have to live my life. If I don't, the assholes get to rape me all over again every day."

"Your strength really is amazing," Miss Harrell whispers.

"I definitely spiraled after the break up and rape," I respond with a sigh. "Anyone who wanted to could use my body. Do you know what it's like to hate yourself so much you want a guy to use you as his cum dump? Because you think that's all you are worth?"

"I'm so sorry," she mumbles, reaching out to take my hand.

"The others didn't really mistreat me and I almost wanted them to," I admit. "I wanted to be their property, their plaything. I thought only the pleasure of sex could distract me from the pain. Fuck, I'd have probably ended up selling myself if it weren't for my Slut-sisters."

"Slut-sisters?" Miss Harrell questions with a frown.

"Oh! Right, that name didn't travel around the school," I blush slightly. "This might take awhile."

I start talking. I start talking and I don't stop. Miss Harrell already knows about Mommy. She knows about my history with Hazel, Marcia, and Ashley. I go over them anyway. My birthday pool party comes up and I talk about Lexi, about worrying she's using Daddy, about slapping her. I explain learning about Lexi's past, her getting kicked out.

Miss Harrell watches me intently, hanging on to every word. She gasps when I mention the video of David raping Lexi. The break up, me spiraling, forming the Slut-sisters. Nicole, the sixth sister. Ian and Stephanie. I only leave out one thing; my sexual relationship with Daddy.

"You've been through so much in just a few short months," Miss Harrell observes, her thumb caressing my hand.

"It hasn't just been bad times," I point out. "I have amazing people in my life. I can't imagine not having Lexi across the hall. I've never been so close with Daddy. I've made some incredible memories that I'll have for the rest of my life."

"I'm glad you have such great friends," she smiles. "I do remember you telling me you were all going to Bermuda."

"Yeah, that was a lot of fun," I nod as I reminisce before looking at Miss Harrell curiously as she starts giggling. "What's so funny?"

"I was just imagining what those cheer uniforms you asked me to get must have been used for," Miss Harrell smirks.

"The girls wanted to put on a little show for Daddy," I explain. "What guy doesn't have fantasies about the dirty cheerleader?"

"And your father had, what? Four? Five?" she questions.

"Nicole didn't go on that trip," I answer. "So, it was Daddy, Lexi, Hazel, Marcia, and Ashley. Oh, and I went, of course."

"Right, but since you're his daughter, he had four," Miss Harrell nods.

"Ah, yeah," I wince. Bermuda was before Daddy and I made love, but even then, well, there are some experiences from Bermuda that can't ever get out. "You were a cheerleader in high school and college, you must have had boyfriends ask you to put on a show."

Anne Harrell is a beautiful woman and with how my classmates talk about her, I have no doubt the guys from her high school and college have similar things to say. My cheer coach is twenty-six years old and about my height with a slim frame. Her long, dirty blonde hair is usually in a practical ponytail. She has high cheekbones and bright green eyes. Glancing at her chest, I'm guessing her boobs are around the same size as mine. I'm a full C-cup, so Anne probably is as well.

"I've never had a boyfriend," she admits, looking at me intently.

"Really? Never?" I ask, surprised.

"Never," Miss Harrell confirms.

"So, my cheer coach prefers one-night stands?" I question, waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

"No, nothing like that," she giggles. "I don't sleep with just anyone and I've had a few relationships."

"Oh. You mean...?" I trail off, remembering our kiss.

"I'm gay, Kayla," Miss Harrell lets out a breath, seeming happy to have that off her chest. "My family knows, but I keep it out of my professional life. I've always known I was gay, so I've never dated a guy. Penises are icky."

"Well, I have to disagree with you there; I love dick," I smile and blush coyly. "Anyway, ah, thank you. I mean, I really appreciate you being comfortable enough with me to tell me. Than you, Miss Harrell."

"I'm not your teacher or coach anymore, you can call me 'Anne.'" she smiles nervously. "If you want."

"Okay," I reply happily. "Anne."

"I like that," Anne whispers before blushing slightly. "I mean, ah, I should apologize for the kiss again."

"It's fine, you already apologized and I'm not mad," I insist. "I already told you my Slut-sisters and I make love, and you know I had a girlfriend. I've kissed my fair share of ladies."

"It still wasn't appropriate," she bites her lower lip nervously. "I've known you since you were a freshman. I never thought of you that way. I just.. well, I missed you after the end of the season. I'm just in awe of the woman you are now. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

"You can stop apologizing. Here, I'll prove it," I lean forward and surprise my cheer coach by pecking her lips. "See? It's fine."

"Fuck, I should be fired," Anne winces. "I feel like I'm no better than Lucas."

"Mister Wagner? You know about that?" I gasp, my eyes widening.

"There was a huge meeting after he got fired, all the staff knows," she confirms. "There's gonna be a lot of seminars over the summer to make sure nothing like that happens again."

"That's gonna be rough," I say quietly.

"Yeah, I'm surprised you know," Anne continues. "He's in a lot of trouble. A search turned up, ah, quite a few things, apparently."

Now I'm positive I know the contents of Anne's conversation with Emily. The coach looks sad and guilt-ridden as she gazes at me. Fuck, I hate that Anne feels like she's no better than Wagner. I have no doubt that Anne truly cares for me, for all of us. We have four years of practices, of sharing, of bonding.

"You're nothing like that disgusting old man," I state firmly.

"I have a crush on one of my students, a girl I'm responsible for," Anne argues.

"Former student," I counter with a mischievous grin. "And who could blame you? I'm adorable!"

"You are," she looks at me intently. "You really are."

"No need to sound so serious about it," I playfully punch her shoulder.

"It's wrong," Anne insists. "I mean, I, I knew you when you were a freshman."

"It's not like you tried to groom me or anything," I snort.

"Of course not, but I'm still a pervert," she sighs. "I'm eight years older than you."

"Older lovers know what they're doing," I give her a wink. "Properly eating pussy takes practice. So does sucking dick, but I think most guys agree pretty much any blowjob is a good blowjob."

"I'm a pervert," Anne winces. "I'm in love with my student."

I look at my cheer coach carefully and I recognize the conflicted emotions written all over her face. She's thinking about all the stories of manipulative predators on the news. She's thinking about how everyone will say she's wrong for feeling how she feels. I understand. Anne is going through the same thing as Daddy and me.

"You're not a pervert," I speak up. "You are NOT wrong for having feelings. I'm an adult. Love is love and everyone who says you're wrong can go fuck themselves."

"Wow, I was not expecting that," Anne replies with wide eyes.

"Mommy died when I was so young and it almost killed Daddy. It almost killed me," I tell my cheer coach, my friend. "He and I need each other. Other people would say it's wrong, but it isn't. We make love sometimes."

"You... you and your own father?" she asks in shock. "Kayla, that's incest."

"Which is wrong because society says so? Fuck that!" I declare. "I have my own conscience and so do you. We both know if what we're doing is wrong or not, we don't need anyone else to tell us."

"Kayla..." Anne trails off weakly.

"Daddy and me? There's no abuse, only love." I continue passionately. "Just like you never abused me. Hell, you never did anything but kiss me. And I already told you I'm not upset. You've been an amazing friend and role model these past four years and I can never thank you enough."

"You don't have to thank me, it was my pleasure," she whispers.

"It took forever to get Daddy to agree," I smile at the memory. "He was so afraid he was doing something wrong. But, when it finally happened, it was beautiful. It was perfect, it was right. He didn't abuse his power over me and neither did you."

Anne and I stare at each other in silence for several minutes. At first, I'm worried I've made a horrible mistake by telling her about Daddy. Then, as time passes, I can see the acceptance in her green eyes. She understands. My good friend understands and isn't judging me. A spark passes between us as I feel a deep connection with my cheer coach.

A small whimper escapes Anne Harrell's slightly parted lips the second before we lunge at each other. Anne grabs the back of my head as I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me. Her tongue spears into my mouth and I immediately start sucking on it. Then I swirl my own tongue along hers, making her moan.

We fall sideways on the bed, our legs hanging off as we kiss. I can feel Anne kicking her sandals off before she presses herself against me. Her hand runs along my bare side, her fingers teasing my skin. I smile against her lips when she cups my face.

I lose myself in the kiss, completely unaware of how much time is passing as we caress each other. We're not being aggressive at all, everything is sweet and relaxing. Anne's soft lips feel amazing and it seems like we can stay like this forever.

Everything changes when Anne's hand cups my heaving breast from outside my black bikini top. It's like a switch flips inside my coach, making her much more aggressive. Her hand slips into my bikini so she can palm my bare boob. I moan loudly when my hard nipple presses into her palm.

Anne rolls me onto my back and straddles me. Breaking our kiss, she trails her lips all along my neck. Clamping her lips down on the soft skin of my neck, Anne starts sucking on my skin, making my back arch as I gasp. My feet are still dangling off the bed as a shiver passes through my body.

"Oh, Anne!" I moan as her tongue tastes my skin.

"Say it again!" Anne growls, pulling on my ponytail to force my head back and give her full access to my neck.

"Anne!" I call loudly as she runs her hands up my bare sides.

It feels like Anne is determined to give me a hickey as she sucks on my neck. Eventually, however, she kisses down to my collarbone before moving further south and licking the valley between my breasts. Anne then drops to her knees on the floor, spreading my legs so she can kiss my jean-covered crotch.

"Put your head on the pillow," Anne instructs, pointing toward the head of the bed.

"Okay," I nod rapidly, maneuvering until I'm laying comfortably with my head on my pillow.

Wasting no time, Anne gets back on the bed and once again straddles my waist. She leans in to kiss me and we make out for a couple more minutes. Breaking our kiss, Anne sits up and pulls her shirt off over her head. Her large breasts look incredible in a black bra.

Leaning back down, Anne runs her hands along my sides until she can squeeze my boobs from outside my top. Placing a hand at the back of my head, Anne pulls me until we're both sitting up. She reaches behind my back and undoes the knot holding up my bikini top. I help her remove my top and toss it onto the floor, baring my breasts.

"Wow," Anne whispers, looking down at my chest in awe.

"You like?" I giggle, shaking my chest for her viewing pleasure.

Rather than respond with words, Anne looks up at my face before lunging at me again. We fall back onto the bed with her on top as we resume our make out session. Anne kisses down to my tits, holding them together as she slobbers all over my cleavage. I can't help but gasp when she starts sucking on my right nipple.

"Mm, mm!" Anne moans as her tongue rapidly flicks my nipple.

"Anne!" I groan, knowing she loves hearing me say her name.

Anne's lust goes up another notch as she reaches out and lightly slaps my left titty, producing a loud noise and an erotic sting. Her other hand pushes between my legs so she can rub my crotch from outside my jean shorts. Spurred on by my moans, Anne lightly bites my right nipple while tugging on my left and rubbing my pussy. The delicious pain is incredible and my eyes roll back as I gasp and orgasm.

"Mm, that's it," she purrs, pressing her hand against my crotch as she squeezes my left boob. "Cum for me, slut!"

My orgasm intensifies as explosions go off in my mind, nearly causing me to black out. This side of Anne is very new to me; holy shit, she's aggressive in bed! I find myself really enjoying the experience and longing for more. I'm so turned on and I'm ready to be a good girl for Anne.

"Oh, God!" I gasp, my right leg shaking. "I'll be a good girl, I'll be a good girl!"

"You better," Anne playfully growls as she hovers above me, looking into my eyes.

With an evil grin, Anne leans forward and pecks my lips. Then she sits up and takes off her bra, treating me to the sight of a beautiful pair of titties. Anne scoots back so she can unbutton my jean shorts before hopping out of my lap so she can drag them down with my bikini bottoms.

"Fuck, I'm soaked," I comment, reaching between my legs so I can use two fingers to spread my labia. "For you, Anne."

"You are the most gorgeous bitch I've ever seen," Anne hisses as her eyes devour my naked body. "Are you gonna be my good, little slut?"

"Mm, yes, I'll be a good girl," I moan, circling my clit with my fingers. "I'll be a good slut."

"Time to make that pussy purr," she declares.

I squeal and giggle as Anne places my legs over her shoulder and buries her face in my sopping snatch. It takes me all of ten seconds to discover that Anne Harrell is a true master of the art of cunnilingus. Her tongue dances all along my vulva, eagerly lapping up my love juices. I can feel her fingers run along my labia as she uses her other hand to tease the soft skin of my inner thigh.

Anne makes love to my pussy with her mouth, there's really no other way to describe it. She does something crazy with her tongue on my clit. I can't even figure out what exactly she's doing, but it makes me feel like my entire body is on fire. When she pushes her fingers into me, it takes Anne seconds to find and stimulate my G-spot.

"Oh God, oh wow, oh!" I gasp and groan, my boobs jiggling. "Anne! Ungh! Ah, Anne!"

Holding her head in both hands, my fingers caress her cheeks as my cheer coach makes me cum again. I switch my grip to the top of her head, pressing her face into my crotch as I buck my hips. Her long ponytail swishes back and forth when Anne shakes her head to stimulate my clit.

"Mm, mm, mm!" Anne hums as she munches on my pussy, her hands reaching up to squeeze my tits.

I cum yet again as Anne sucks on my clit while playing with my nipples. She then pulls away from my pussy, giving it a quick kiss and an admiring glance. I lift my head to watch Anne sit up, immediately realizing she's getting naked. Like me, Anne keeps her pubic mound shaven bare.

"You're beautiful, Anne," I sigh in contentment.

"Thanks, sexy," Anne smiles, the lower half of her face glistening with my juices. "You said you're a good girl, so I hope that means you know how to properly eat a pussy."

"Bring it on!" I growl.

Anne maneuvers her body so she can lay on top of me and lower her pussy down onto my face. Grabbing her butt cheeks, I lift my head and start licking her twat. My cheer coach moans happily before wrapping an arm around my thigh and getting back to eating me out.

The two of us stay in a sixty-nine for several minutes. I struggle to pay attention to Anne's pussy due to her oral talents distracting me. Still, I know how to lick a cunt. I push two fingers into Anne and feel her pussy muscles clamp down on me as she cums on my tongue.

I'm surprised when Anne lifts off of me, and I actually lift my head in an attempt to keep my tongue on her pussy. I giggle as Anne flips her body so she can get on top of me and press her lips against mine. I can taste myself on her lips and tongue, just like Anne can taste her own pussy on me.

"Kayla," Anne whispers, holding my face in both her hands as we kiss.

Our big tits press together as Anne grinds her pussy down against my slit. A couple minutes later, Anne sits up and places my leg over her shoulder so we can continue tribbing. We both have green eyes, and sparks fly between them as we gaze at each other until we both reach orgasm.

Anne is in full control the entire time, eventually asking if I have any sex toys. Her eyes light up when she finds the strap-on and she wastes no time putting it on. She fucks me in doggystyle, pulling my hair and slapping my ass. I scream while she calls me a slut and a bitch, ordering me to cum for her.

Pulling out of me, Anne removes the strap-on and places it on my bedside table. She orders me to eat her out, and I happily comply, licking and fingering Anne to a couple of nice orgasms. Anne then pulls me into her arms and hums happily while we cuddle.

"That was fun," I giggle, wincing slightly. "My ass is a little sore, though."

"Sorry about that," Anne bites her lower lip. "I, ah, I know I can get pretty intense."

"I was surprised," I say carefully.

"Yeah, once I realized we were actually gonna go through with it, I let it out," she explains. "And, in my defense, you have a great ass."

"I know I have a cute, little bum," I nod, resting my head on Anne's boob.

"You're not upset, are you?" Anne asks nervously.

"No," I assure her, my arm around her waist as I sigh. "There's nothing like cuddling after rough sex."

"Oh, hell yes," she declares.

The two of us cuddle for several minutes, our hands caressing each other's bodies. I can tell Anne absolutely loves my tits; she can't stop palming my boob or lightly rolling my nipple. She only briefly stops to reach around me and squeeze my ass, giving it a light slap.

"So, ah, was this a one and done?" Anne questions.

"Well, we should probably shower and wash the sex toy," I muse, looking up at my cheer coach. "I'll let you play with me in the shower."

"That sounds nice, but I was more looking toward the future," she laughs.

"In all seriousness, I've given my love life quite a bit of thought," I begin slowly, letting out a breath. "I love playing with girls. But, I need a man. I love dick and I can't imagine being married to a woman. Also, I just got out of a relationship. I'm hoping you'd like to be friends who play together once in awhile?"

"That's exactly what I was hoping for," Anne nods, but I can see some disappointment in her eyes. "I want to stay friends, that's what's most important. If we can rock each other's world every once in awhile? Even better!"

"How about we get cleaned up and get back to the party?" I suggest, pecking her lips.