The Scavenger Hunt Ch. 09

As promised, the next chapter. I've got 10-12 just about ready to go as well, just waiting on the final edits. Planning to submit them for publishing one chapter per weekend, meaning Ch. 12 should publish around May 8. After that... you're waiting on me. If you're a new reader... sorry. If you're a returning reader, then you're used to this.

In this installment, the drama of the scavenger hunt is starting to creep in on Travis, but he's focusing on his relationship with Beth and Taylor. The "good part" is one of my favorite scenes I've ever written, but I really enjoyed the plot development this time, too. The character of Lex is in my story ideas file for a spinoff... he's based on one of my best friends from the military, who often handled confrontations between friends the way Lex does here... make sure it's fair, but beyond that, not my business.

Thanks to samuraisan and thatsbogus for their editing, beta reading and general encouragement here. Thatsbogus has many stories on this site as well, so make sure you read all of his as well (after this one, of course... sorry, buddy, I'm greedy). Samuraisan has been a loyal reader since the later chapters of Brad's Road Trip, pretty close to 10 years now, and he's been my beta reader and editor almost that long. Without these two, this story isn't here for your reading pleasure.

Enjoy!

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The Scavenger Hunt, Chapter 9

You know that feeling, when you're cruising along in life, and everything is going beautifully, and you're up so high that you're closer to the moon than the ground?

Most people recognize that feeling as the calm before the storm. The natural balance of life dictates that if everything is going right for you, you're due for a fall.

Unfortunately, I didn't yet realize that.

I'd just woken up, a little after 1 p. m., and I had a smile that acid couldn't have wiped off my face. And why should it? I had multiple reasons to be happy:

1. I'd spent the prior evening with a beautiful pregnant woman, who also happened to be my professor. I'd given her a night she would never forget, and she'd done the same for me.

2. Tonight, I'd get to spend time with the two most beautiful women on campus. I had no idea what we were at the moment, but I didn't care -- they wanted me there with them, and that was enough for me.

3. Tomorrow morning, the CAU baseball team was leaving for a three-game series at Radford, in southern Virginia. Take two of three, and we'd clinch CAU's first conference title in more than a decade. Plus, Taylor's team was playing up there, too, and staying in the same hotel.

4. My pledge task was almost over. I wasn't excited about the fraternity, but the task they'd given me was challenging. Probably none of the other pledges would have been able to accomplish it, and yet, I was two encounters away from finishing it off. The drama I'd figured would be associated with having sex with multiple women in my major had yet to materialize, and although I was concerned about Jamie's involvement, especially her cryptic text from the night before, once I finished up, it would all be a moot point.

I was going to miss my Anatomy and Motor Skills classes due to the early-morning road trip, but that was no big deal. Anatomy was a pretty easy, boring class, filled with memorization and tests that I could ace drunk. Motor Skills was more hands on, but Lexi and I had finished our swimming classes with the special needs kids, and I'd long-since turned in my reports and journals about the experience. Finals were two weeks away, and I was well on my way to getting an A in every class.

I grabbed my notebook and tried to solve the two remaining riddles of my pledge task. My night with Sandy meant that I'd now slept with one girl from each of my six classes, so that requirement was taken care of. All I had left were the threesome and the married woman, and those could come from any of my classes.

The married woman would be easy. I knew at least two women in each of my classes who were married, and I knew a few of the husbands, too. My best bet was probably to start chatting the guys up and see if any of them had the semi-common fantasy of seeing their wife with another man. That wasn't the threesome my pledge task called for, but it would knock out the married requirement with no drama.

I tried to think about who I could use for the threesome, but by that point, my brain wasn't there. I really wanted to focus all my sexual attention on Taylor and Beth, so I didn't have a lot of patience for this anymore. Oh well. Most of these had fallen into my lap, so I'd give this one another week to do the same before I really started working at it.

I knew I had still had a loose end dangling out there, in the form of the e-mail I needed to send to the frat about Sandy. I still didn't want to send it -- this morning, it had been because of concern, but my happy mood today convinced me that I just didn't feel like it right now. So, I closed the laptop and put it off till later.

In retrospect, that was the smartest call I made all day.

My cloud-nine mood continued all the way to baseball practice. Since we were leaving early the next morning, it was a light practice. Everyone would get a turn in the batting cage, and we'd take infield, but Bazewell didn't make us run conditioning drills the day before we started a series.

I was just lacing up my cleats at my locker when Lex tapped me on the shoulder. "Chet needs to talk to you for a minute."

I shrugged. "Send him over."

"Nah," Lex shook his head. "He's waiting for you outside."

"That's never a good thing," I said. "What's it about?"

"I don't know," he said. "He seems pretty pissed off, though."

That caught my attention. Chet was the most easy-going guy on the team. He didn't let big situations bother him, and he only struggled when talking to women. He'd stand up for his friends, as evidenced by his actions when T. J. tried to punch me a second time a few weeks ago at the student center, but in general, our Bunyan-esque first baseman wasn't prone to physical aggression.

Half the team wasn't even here yet, but I figured it was best to figure out what was on his mind quickly. I grabbed my glove and headed out the door toward our practice field. I don't know if it was Lex's warning or five years of Marine combat training, but I sensed the fist coming before it actually made contact with my jaw and managed to duck out of the way.

"What the fuck, man?" I asked. Chet replied by grabbing me around the shoulders and shoving me forcefully into the brick wall, momentarily knocking the air out of my lungs. His face was still a mask of anger when I recovered, and I'd had enough. He tried to swing at me again, but I dropped to one knee as I caught his arm. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist and twisted my hand clockwise, putting immense pressure on his shoulder and causing him to turn his back to me. I used the foot I was still standing on and pushed on the back of his knee, not hard enough to knock him down, but hard enough to show that I could.

"You want to talk about this like men, friends and teammates, or should I keep going?" I asked. Right about that time, Lex walked out the door and looked over at us. He raised his eyebrows a little, but otherwise, there was no reaction.

"Guess that answers my question," he said. "I always wondered if the two of y'all fought, who would win: the big dude who can punch a hole through cement or the smaller dude with combat training."

"Cut him some slack," I replied. "He's out of his God-damned mind right now. This isn't an accurate representation."

"Fair enough," Lex said. "Let him go, Travis."

"Not if he's going to take another swing at my fucking face," I spat back, glaring up at Chet.

"He won't," Lex said. I dropped Chet's wrist and stood up, watching warily as the bigger man shook out his arm. He glared back at me, but he didn't advance toward me. "My work here is done." Lex was clearly not interested in mediating whatever dispute Chet had with me, and whistled as he headed toward the field.

"Now, what the hell--" I started, but Chet interrupted quickly.

"You fucked Lexi in the pool, while she was teaching a class," he seethed.

"Shit, Chet," I said. "I thought you knew we'd fooled around before the two of you got together. I promise you, it ended that day, before you two went out. Since then, I've only seen her in our Motor Skills class."

"I don't care what you did before we started dating," he said. "I care that you blabbed about it, and now Lexi's in trouble with the PE department."

I could actually feel the blood rush out of my face as my stomach plummeted through the asphalt.

"What?"

"She's not allowed to teach her class the rest of the semester, and they won't agree to let her teach her summer class until they've finished investigating," he said. "If they can prove it, they might expel her from school altogether."

"What?" I repeated. "When did this happen?"

"This morning," he said. "The dean of the College of Education pulled her into his office and took her keys."

"Jesus Christ," I said.

"She didn't tell anybody, Travis," he said. "Hell, until a couple hours ago, I didn't even know the specifics. So that just leaves you."

"Yeah," I said, "and the 20 or so people who were playing water polo on the other side of the pool."

"She said no one caught you," he replied.

"We thought no one caught us," I said. "That doesn't mean they didn't."

"Why would they wait three weeks to bust her?" he asked.

"I don't know, Chet," I answered. "Maybe it was someone who never shows up in class, or doesn't participate, and they're looking at a bad grade and wanted to get back at her."

"Then why not come directly to her and try and blackmail her with it?" he asked. "Why go straight to the administration?"

I had no answer for that one.

"There are security cameras in there," I said. "Maybe someone saw us on tape while they were looking for something else."

He bounced that around in his brain for a second, then refocused his glare on me.

"Did anyone talk to you about it today?" he asked.

"No," I said. "But I didn't go to classes today, either."

"I figured," he said. "Lexi looked for you around the building today, but someone told her you didn't show up for one of your classes. That's just more suspicious."

I wasn't about to tell him why I'd blown off my classes today.

"I'll get to the bottom of it, Chet," I said. "Tell Lexi I'll make damn sure that none of that shit is going to happen to her."

"How the hell can you promise that?"

I really didn't know myself, but I knew where to start.

"I know some people who can pull some strings."

He didn't look satisfied, but that was all I could offer him at the moment.

"Now, are we done here?" I asked. It came out sounding pissed at Chet, but I wasn't. He had a right to be angry. I was angry, too, but not at him.

"I haven't heard you deny it yet," he said, his voice growing softer. "You came up with other explanations, and hell, one of those might be true. But I really wanted to hear you say you didn't tell anyone."

He looked at me pointedly. I'd had to keep things from Beth, and I'd lied to Sandy last night. It was getting easier to spew bullshit to the people I cared about, but as I opened my mouth to tell one more lie, a huge pang of guilt stabbed me in the gut.

No more of this shit, I thought. I closed my mouth. Chet's shoulders sagged, and he turned away from me and joined a gaggle of players walking toward the field.

"I'll fix this, Chet!" I called out to his back. He didn't acknowledge me.

So much for cloud nine.

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I grabbed a quick shower in the clubhouse, and I got dressed so fast that I was out the door before half the guys even started taking their uniforms off.

I took the long way to Beth and Taylor's apartment, adding 10 minutes to what only should have been a 6- or 7-minute drive. I wanted nothing more in the world than to see them, but I needed to get my head screwed on straight first.

I'd told Taylor about all my encounters over the weekend, but I trusted her implicitly and knew she couldn't be behind this.

It absolutely had to be the fraternity.

Yeah, I'd come up with a couple alternatives to defend myself to Chet, but they both had one big hole in them: If one of Lexi's students had caught us, or an overachieving campus cop had spotted it on the security camera, Lexi wouldn't be the only one in trouble. My ass would have been toast, as well.

Granted, I wasn't teaching a class like she was, but they'd threatened to expel her, and I was a student here, too. It obviously takes two to do what we were doing, so the only reason I wasn't in trouble is because the people in charge didn't know who she was with. She'd introduced me to her class, and if they could get her face off the camera, they could get mine, too. So, whoever had tipped them off had conveniently left my name out of it.

Why tip anyone off at all, though? Why would the fraternity do this? What did outing Lexi to the PE Department do for them? Did they have something against me? If so, why not out me, too?

I couldn't make any sense of it. I grabbed my phone and sent another text message to Jamie.

Me: What the fuck is going on? You said you were trying to protect me with that video, and you warned me last night. Now you're coming after my friends?

I'd sent a couple other messages throughout the day, trying to figure out what kind of game she was playing, but she hadn't answered. I decided to send one more:

Me: If you don't answer me soon, I'm going straight to Tyson.

I meant it more as a warning than any real threat. Going to Tyson would blow the whole game and end my chances of getting into the fraternity. Not that I really cared that much right now; my family was about the only thing still keeping me in this thing.

Well, that, and going to Tyson would mean I lost. I'd rather castrate myself with a rusty fork than admit defeat to the narcissistic, smug asshole who'd try to embarrass me in front of my dad a couple weekends ago.

Still, right now, I needed answers. I needed to protect Lexi, and I was determined to do whatever I had to do.

I parked in front of the girls' apartment and took several long, deep breaths.

Focus, Travis.

Honestly, the ability to focus was one of my best attributes. No matter what was going on in other parts of my life, when I needed to lock in and take care of business in a certain area -- baseball, classes, on patrol, whatever -- I could do it. Somehow, I could build walls and doors in my mind and lock all the undesirable shit behind them. I'd always been able to do that, and it wasn't until I started talking to a shrink in the hospital that I learned how rare a quality that was.

I relaxed and mentally transported myself to my happy place. I was back on the Outer Banks, where I'd spent a ton of time in my youth. It was just a little before sunrise, and the eastern sky was lit up with colors that would put Crayola to shame. I was sitting in a beach chair looking out over the water. As usual, there was a baseball game on the radio behind me, and I had a beer in my hand -- both completely normal things for 5:30 a. m., right?

This was the same spot I'd been taking myself for the past 8 or 9 years. I never had anything in my free hand, but this time, there was another hand in mine. I looked to my left to see Beth sitting next to me, wearing a red bikini, her feet propped up on a cooler with a bottle of wine between her legs. She was looking up at the stars, but she somehow sensed me looking her way and turned her head toward me with a shy but still-glorious smile.

The figure that slowly appeared out of the ocean was new, too. She was backlit by the pinks and oranges of the soon-to-be rising sun, but it was still obvious who it was -- nobody cut a shadow like Taylor. She wore only a pair of black boy shorts, and the water cascaded down her magnificent legs back into the tide. Very little dripped off her chest, somehow, as if the little droplets on her breasts knew life couldn't get any better than this, and they were hanging on for dear life. Taylor smiled, too, but unlike Beth's more sensual smile, Taylor's was predatory.

She stalked up the beach to our chairs, bent down in front of Beth and kissed her full on the lips. They lingered for a while, but eventually she shifted over to me and did the same.

I shook my head and the images vanished, but the smile they'd plastered on my face didn't. That Beth had already worked her way into my happy place was a foregone conclusion. Taylor's presence was more of a surprise, but an extremely welcome one.

I got out of the car and walked up the steps to their building. Taylor greeted me at the door -- wearing her volleyball uniform, minus one obvious part.

"Jesus, Taylor," I said. "Thank God it was me at the door, and not some other guy."

"Aww," she said. "Getting possessive of my body already, huh?"

"It's not that," I countered. "A lesser man would have a stroke seeing you like that."

She let me in and closed the door behind me. "Well, we're working on a presentation for soccer class. I've never played soccer, but the uniforms are fairly similar. I was thinking I might wear it to class when we present next Wednesday."

"You're going to wear a bra under it for that, right?"

She smirked and pulled me in for a kiss. One hand went around her waist, but the other cupped one of her perfect, braless tits. She moaned a little before letting me go.

"How was your day?" she asked. My face tightened a little. "Uh oh. You want to talk about it?"

"Eh, we can't right now," I said, hoping she'd get my point. She nodded, confirming that she did.

"Later, though, okay?" She'd phrased it as a question, but I knew it wasn't.

Before I could reply, Beth came out of the kitchen. She was wearing a soccer uniform, albeit one that barely fit even her petite frame. I was momentarily speechless.

"Hey, Travis," she called out while putting a dish on the table.

"Much later," I muttered back to Taylor, who was just grinning at me.

"You like?" Beth asked, doing a small pirouette so I could see the shorts stretched tightly across her lovely ass. "It fit me pretty well back in ninth grade. Not so much, now, though I guess buying these a couple years ago didn't help, huh?"

She cupped her tits in explanation, as if I didn't already know damn well what she was talking about. There was barely room under the soccer jersey for her tits, so there certainly wasn't a bra under there. If I didn't already know that, the twin pebbles pressing into the fabric would have told me.

"You're both trying to kill me, right?" I asked. "That's what going on. You guys talked, decided you didn't want to share yourselves with me after all, and now you're going to give me a heart attack."

They both laughed. "It wouldn't be the worst way to go, right?" Taylor asked.

"Just looking, and not touching?" I asked. "I'd rather get hit by a bus."

More laughter. "But you're wrong," Beth said. "We've talked the last few days, and we've decided that we very much want to share ourselves with you."

Speaking of heart attacks, I felt a little flutter in my chest.

"As if these outfits didn't make it obvious enough," Beth continued, "that's mostly what tonight is about."

"Travis," Taylor said, gently turning my head her direction, "the way you made me feel last weekend... you brought out something in me that no one ever has, except her." She motioned over my shoulder. "And I could tell you were feeling it, too. I know when Beth brought it up, I told her I didn't have feelings for you besides friendship. I was wrong."

"You weren't then," I said. "And you're not now, either."

This time, I pulled her in for a kiss, and it was even deeper than the one we shared by the door. I felt a presence beside me, and pulled off slightly so Beth could get involved, too. When all three of our tongues brushed together, I swear I felt a little shock. They did, too -- I could tell by the looks on their faces. Taylor's eyes widened a little, and Beth's smile grew even larger.

"Let's eat first," Beth said.

"And we gotta get this stupid presentation ready," I added.

"But at least we dressed up for you," Taylor complained. "You're over in here in a stupid polo and baggy cargo shorts."

"No one sent me the memo," I replied. "I could have come straight from practice, without a shower."

Beth wrinkled her nose. "Eww."

"Oh, I dunno," Taylor said as she smirked. "That's how we first got into bed last weekend. He smells amazing when he's sweaty."

We could both see the naked desire on Taylor's face.

"Food first, woman!" Beth shouted, earning laughs from both Taylor and I.

Beth made pork chops, mashed potatoes and a salad. I did my best Hoover vacuum impression and inhaled my plate in about five minutes, then went back for more.

"Hungry much?" Taylor asked.

"Famished," I replied.

"I bet," Beth said. "Probably didn't have much time to eat today after spending all night with Sandy, huh?"

Taylor had set it up, but I was still trying to get used to idea of Beth being okay with it. I looked at Taylor to make sure, and noticed that she was trying not to bust out laughing. Beth had done her best stone-faced impression, but I noticed a smile just beginning to tickle the corners of her mouth.

"Not really, no," I said. "I ate a whole lot last night though. Before that, we even had dinner."

That broke the dam, and Taylor laughed so hard she started crying. Beth was game, too, giggling like a schoolgirl for a few moments.

"But the only real food I've eaten today was a protein bar on the way to practice," I continued. "Besides that, this is way better than anything I can get on campus, or make for myself. Even if I wasn't starving, I'd eat like I was."

"Thanks," Beth said.

"Seriously," Taylor said. "Thanks for showing Sandy a good time. She's one of my better friends on campus, and her husband's been kind of a dick the past few months."

"And how do you know we had a good time?" I asked with fake indignance, already knowing the answer. "Did she at least wait until we left the hotel to give you the play-by-play?"

"Yes, but just barely," Taylor said. "No, she didn't give us any details, but she said it was everything she wanted it to be."

"And way beyond that," Beth finished. "So, seriously, thanks."

I started looking around the apartment in a panic. "Where are they?"

Both girls looked startled and confused. "Who, Travis?" Beth asked.

"Ashton Kutcher and his Punk'd camera crew," I said, and they both visibly relaxed.

Taylor threw a napkin at me. "What the hell, man?" she asked, laughing now.

"I'm sitting here with the two hottest women in the Milky Way, and they're thanking me for having sex with another woman, which one of them set up," I said. "Think of it from my perspective. Wouldn't you think someone was hiding around the corner fucking with you?"

They both giggled. "Maybe," Beth replied. "But we're not. Travis, we've told you we're open-minded. Both of us. And you are, too. So get used to it."

"So, this is what I have to look forward to?" I asked. "You'll just rent me out whenever you want, huh?"

The grin on my face made it clear that I was kidding, but Beth's smile dimmed just a little anyway.

"Oh, I don't know about all that," she said.

"I think you'll find that once we start making you the meat in our little sandwich," Taylor said, "you won't have much energy for anything else."

My mouth went dry. Both girls were looking at me hungrily now.

"So, this presentation thing, right?"

That cracked them both up, and we all laughed as we stood up and cleared off the table. Taylor brought out her laptop, and Beth had two pieces of posterboard and markers. We had to teach the class two soccer formations, and while Beth and I diagrammed them on our posters, Taylor worked on a Powerpoint presentation. For three people who knew exactly how the night was going to end, the mood was surprisingly light, airy and humorous. Taylor came over to help us with our drawings once or twice, and both Beth and I made suggestions on her slideshow. It was pretty obvious that we worked well together.

It took us about an hour to finish up. We packed all our stuff away, confident we'd nail our presentation and awe the teacher -- also the school's soccer coach -- into giving us As. We all headed into the living room and piled onto the couch together.

"So, there's still something I don't know," I said.

"What's that?" Beth asked, though I'm pretty sure they both knew where I was going with it.

"I know how you two originally met, I know how you reconnected, and I know how you ended up as roommates. What I don't know is how that second bedroom became nothing more than Taylor's closet," I said.

They both grinned at me.

"You both know how I met the other," I continued. "You both know the story of my first time with the other. Now, I'd like to hear about your first time."

Beth's eyes sparkled, while Taylor's smoldered. Clearly, they were both reliving the moment in their minds, and I very badly wanted to relive it with them.

"I think we can do better than just telling him, don't you?" Beth asked.

"You think a little live re-enactment is in order?" Taylor asked back. Beth nodded. Taylor's chest heaved with a dramatic fake sigh, and with what that did to her large, unrestrained tits, she had Beth's attention as well as mine. "Well, if you insist."

"You're even wearing the same outfit," Beth giggled. "I'm not, but I think it'll be okay. Have we told you anything about that day?"

"Only that there was chicken involved," I laughed and looked at Taylor. "For most people, one bite would be enough for them to get naked, but I'm guessing you held out a little bit longer."

"Just a little bit," she agreed.

"To set the scene a little for you, it was just a couple weeks after I moved in," Beth said. "Classes had just started a week before, and I was just amazed at how well everything was working out."

"You were just roommates though, right?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "but I'm talking about my life in general. Think back to the girl I was when you and your friends met me in Charleston, just two months before. I was angry or depressed all the time, sometimes both. On top of that, I had no direction in my life. I'd finished junior college but didn't care about going to a four-year school, and I had no job. Now, I was back in school and making progress toward my degree. I liked all my professors, and I actually cared about my grades. I'd even started running again, something I hadn't done in months. And all of that was because of Taylor. She'd turned my life around and become my best friend in a matter of days."

Taylor was shaking her head, and I voiced her thoughts before she could.

"Taylor didn't turn your life around, Beth," I said. "You did that."

"Well, okay," she said. "But I couldn't have done it without her help." She leaned over and kissed Taylor on the lips. It was a tender, heartfelt moment, but I am just a man, after all -- I was starting to harden in my shorts.

"Anyway, Taylor was coming back from a volleyball trip that afternoon, and I wanted to make everything perfect for her. I rushed home after class and cleaned the house from top to bottom. I put fresh sheets on her bed and bought a new light green shower curtain, her favorite color. Then I cooked a big dinner -- fried chicken, mashed potatoes, cole slaw, green beans, okra, and apple pie for dessert."

Her description alone was making me hungry again, but I didn't want to break her momentum, so I said nothing. Beth stood up and slowly walked around to the back of the couch, and Taylor took over the story telling.

"Every season, coach schedules us one road trip from hell, early in the year," Taylor said. "We travel somewhere far away and play powerhouse teams. This year's was in Texas, and every team we played made the NCAA Tournament last year. It's supposed to be a bonding experience, but it's really just a massive ass-kicking. And each season, the trip goes so badly that when we get back, coach makes us go into the gym and run drills for an hour. It's more of an initiation for the underclassmen than anything else, but it still kicks the older players' asses. That was the trip I was coming back from, and I was exhausted. So I came home and saw this insane amount of food on the table, and it all looked so good..."

"I hadn't cooked for her yet," Beth said. "I mean, I'd made small meals the first couple weeks. Hot dogs, grilled cheese, eggs and bacon, things like that. But this was the first time I really worked hard on a meal. She inhaled it, a lot like you did just now."

"It was sooooo good, Travis," Taylor laughed. "I'd say you have no idea, but you do."

I nodded.

"When she was finished eating, she walked over here to the couch and collapsed," Beth said. "Her head lolled forward and her shoulders slumped. I could tell she was so, so tired. If I could have lifted her up and carried her to her bed, I would have. So I did the next best thing."

Beth stood behind Taylor now. Her fingertips started on either side of Taylor's neck and slowly danced their way to her shoulders before meeting back in the middle. I watched in silence for several minutes as Beth's massage got stronger and deeper. Taylor bent forward slightly, and Beth tugged the bottom of Taylor's shirt up a little and worked on her lower back.

"God, that feels good, baby," Taylor groaned. "I mean, Beth."

"Don't sugarcoat it on my account," I chuckled.

"Reenacting," Taylor said. "She wasn't 'baby' just yet."

"Take your shirt off," Beth said. "I can get to your muscles better."

I snickered. "Speakin' on behalf of men everywhere, we'd like our come-on line back, please," I said.

"Actually, that was completely innocent," Beth said with a chuckle. "I really did just want better access to her back muscles. I've been a runner my whole life, and I was a cheerleader in school. A woman in a sports bra was hardly an earth-shaking sight."

Taylor took her volleyball jersey off, displaying her bare breasts. I stared openly, and I'm sure Beth would have too if she hadn't been focused on Taylor's back.

"Of course, she's not wearing one now," Beth giggled at my tunnel vision. She ran her hands up Taylor's side, and her fingers brushed the sides of Taylor's breasts as she moved up and down. "So I wasn't actually touching her tits, just her bra."

"But it felt like she was," Taylor said. "As you know now, my tits are super-sensitive, and not just my nipples, either. So when she touched them, even just accidental contact on the sides, I got a little vocal."

Neither of them spoke again for a few minutes. Beth continued rubbing Taylor's shoulders, back and her sides, and each time she got near Taylor's chest, the bigger girl let out a quiet moan. I could tell by looking at her face that it felt just as amazing as it had that first night.

"I swear to God, I wasn't planning to give her anything more than a massage when I started," Beth said. "I'd never thought about women sexually, not even all those times at the bottom of the cheerleader pyramid, looking straight up. But her moans, Travis..." she trailed off for a few seconds, closing her eyes as Taylor made the noise again. "They got to me."

I looked at my lap, where my cock was rapidly hardening. When I looked up again, I saw Beth and Taylor were looking at it, too.

"So you understand," Beth said. I nodded. "So, now I'm starting to get wet, and I'm thinking about how amazing her muscles and her skin feel under my fingers. She's so strong and powerful, but yet so delicate and feminine... I just couldn't help myself."

Beth leaned down and kissed Taylor on her right collar bone. The darker-haired girl's eyes shot open in surprise, but when Beth moved to Taylor's left side and kissed her other collar bone, she couldn't help but moan again.

"I'd always known Beth was sexy," Taylor said softly, "even before I thought of women as potential sexual partners. I think I told you we saw each other naked when we were trying on prom dresses. So I knew she had a lovely body. But she'd always been into guys, and as far as I knew, that hadn't changed since we'd moved in together. But then she kissed my neck, twice, and..."

Taylor lifted her left arm behind Beth's head and gently pressed her lips into her shoulder a little harder. Now it was Beth's turn to moan.

"There was literally nothing we hadn't talked about," Beth said into Taylor's neck as she nibbled, "so I knew she'd been with a few women. Suddenly, I found myself hoping she thought of me that way."

Beth trailed kisses back up to Taylor's neck, but now she moved forward, kissing her behind the ear, then below the ear, then square on the cheek. She planted one more, this time on Taylor's jawline, then leaned over the back of the couch to move in for a real kiss. Before she could, Taylor turned and looked at her.

"Are you sure about this?" Taylor asked.

"I think so," Beth replied, taking a deep breath. "Yes."

"Because once we cross this line, we can't go back."

"Good," Beth said. "I don't want to go back."

Beth moved her face toward Taylor's until their lips touched. At first, it was mostly just Beth kissing Taylor, but it didn't take long for Taylor to kiss her back. Now I couldn't tell whose moans were whose, but they were both clearly into it.

Taylor's hands moved first, cupping Beth's face and stroking her cheek as they kissed. Beth's hands circled around Taylor's neck as the kiss got deeper -- even from across the room, I could see their tongues smashing together.

"Come here," Taylor said. It wasn't a request, and in fact, Taylor made sure it happened, lifting Beth over the couch by her hips. Beth quickly straddled Taylor as the kissing turned into a feverish make-out session.

They went on this way for probably 10 minutes, saying nothing because nothing needed to be said, and only pausing so Taylor could pull off Beth's top. After a few minutes, I quietly got up and walked to the end of the couch to get a better view.

Maybe it was because I was standing right there, or maybe it was coincidence, but Taylor picked that exact moment to lean down and suck Beth's nipple for the first time. Beth gasped and sharply inhaled before wrapping her hand in Taylor's hair and holding her tight against her chest.

This was the first chance I'd had to really see Beth's boobs -- we'd never taken our shirts off after the helicopter ride, and I'd caught only a brief glimpse last weekend in their bedroom -- and quite frankly, I was mesmerized. They were at least a size too big for her lithe, athletic frame -- a solid C-cup, I thought -- and from my vantage point, I saw no evidence of the enhancement surgery. They were perfect in both size and shape, and I was definitely looking forward to getting my hands on them soon.

Of course, the breasts they were squashed up against were pretty damn impressive, too. God bless whoever invented a strong enough sports bra to keep Taylor's tits under control while she jumped and dove around a volleyball court, because it seemed like an impossible task. I'd spent plenty of time with them last weekend, but it hadn't been nearly enough.

Apparently Beth needed a better look, too, because she slid backwards on Taylor's thighs, then bent forward and captured a nipple with her teeth. Taylor squealed a little, then reached up and pinched one of Beth's nipples. The smaller girl moved back and forth, splitting her boob worship pretty equally between Taylor's tits.

"I never finished my massage," Beth managed to moan at some point.

"Think we're beyond that now," Taylor muttered.

"We'll never be beyond it," Beth said, pulling back so that Taylor had to focus on what she was saying. "You've done so much for me, Taylor, and I'll never be able to repay you. But let me try. Please?"

Taylor looked back at her in awe, but only for a second. She forcefully pulled Beth down into a steamy, passionate kiss, one that blew all the others they'd had tonight out of the water.

"Let's go to your room," Taylor said. "Your bed is bigger."

Taylor picked Beth up and carried her halfway across the living room before setting her down on her feet. She took Beth's hand and led her toward the hallway, where I was standing. They'd stopped narrating for me before their first kiss, and neither had acknowledged me being in the room since then. I knew they hadn't forgotten about me, and Taylor's wink as she breezed by confirmed it. Beth's gesture was more direct -- she locked eyes with me then jerked her head toward her bedroom in the classic 'follow me' motion.

Part of me felt like I was intruding on a private moment, but I knew they were doing this for my benefit, so I quickly followed them into the bedroom. I arrived just in time to see Beth 'push' Taylor onto the bed. Being the much, much smaller of the two, Beth wasn't going to push Taylor anywhere Taylor didn't want to go, but she willingly fell onto the bed on her stomach. I leaned against the dresser and resumed watching.

Beth took off Taylor's shoes and socks, then resumed her gentle but sensual massage. She started with Taylor's feet, using her fingers, palms, lips and tongue to work her way up over her ankles, calves, knees and thighs. She jumped around constantly, and by the time she reached the bottom of her volleyball shorts, there wasn't a spot on Taylor's lower body that Beth hadn't hit at least twice.

Beth's fingers crawled beneath Taylor's shorts, and she curled them into her asscheeks and groaned.

"God, you have an amazing ass, Taylor," Beth said, and I had to agree. It was a bit larger than an average girl's ass, sure, but I knew for a fact that it was every bit as tight and toned as any athlete's. I watched Beth knead Taylor's glutes under the fabric, and I was jealous of her fingertips.

"Thank you," Taylor murmured back. "Wanna see?"

"I do," Beth said, and I had to fight not to add my voice to the agreement. Beth reached for Taylor's waistband, and between her pulling and Taylor's squirming, Taylor was quickly naked except for a purple thong. I was sure that wasn't her standard uniform attire, but she was wearing this particular uniform only for my benefit, so I was kind of surprised she was even wearing any.

"Fuck," Beth groaned. "If I thought it was amazing with your shorts on..."

She said nothing else. She leaned down and gently kissed Taylor's right cheek. Her thong only covered about 10 percent of her ass, and Beth got intimately acquainted with the other 90. My mouth went dry just watching her, but my cock was straining against my pants and I'm sure it was anything but dry.

"Off," Beth said, tugging on Taylor's panties. Taylor pushed her legs together so Beth could slide the offending fabric down, but spread them again once they were gone. I immediately locked in on her pussy, which was already dripping despite not having received any direct contact. I groaned involuntarily, and Beth tossed me a crooked grin before turning back to Taylor.

She kneaded Taylor's ass for a good 10 minutes more, sometimes pushing the generous globes together and sinking her fingernails in, and occasionally spreading them far apart and drinking in the sight of Taylor's splayed-open pussy. If Taylor felt self-conscious about being under inspection, she certainly didn't show it, even shaking her ass at Beth once or twice.

Not wanting to ignore the rest of her body, Beth slid her own lithe frame up Taylor's legs and over her ass and worked on her back for a few minutes, and I heard quiet, subtle moans escape her lips at the feeling of the compact, sinewy muscles sliding beneath her fingers.

Inevitably, Beth couldn't resist the temptations between Taylor's legs and turned her attention back there. She rubbed up and down Taylor's inner thighs, moving her fingers dangerously close to Taylor's inner core without actually touching it.

"Mmm," Taylor groaned. "Are you going to do something, or just tease me until I lose my fucking mind?"

"I just..." Beth said. "I'm not sure what to do. You're so perfect, and..."

Taylor turned her head to the side and shot Beth one of the widest smiles I'd ever seen.

"Beth, honey, just do whatever you want to do to me," she said. "You're a caring, generous woman, and I'm sure you'll be the same as a lover. Start with whatever makes you feel good, and go from there."

Beth didn't look too sure. In the moment, I almost forgot this was a performance -- I could really feel Beth's inexperience.

"I promise, if you do something I don't like, I'll tell you," Taylor continued. "But I don't think--"

Taylor's advice was cut short when Beth slid her hand underneath Taylor's body and moved her fingers directly onto the brunette's clit. Taylor gasped out loud as her legs shook slightly.

"Holy sh--shit," Taylor stammered. "Yeah... won't be a problem."

Beth smiled to herself and added her other hand to the mix, reaching down from the top and teasing Taylor's pink opening with her fingertips while her other hand continued to stroke her clit. It didn't take long for her to slide her index finger into Taylor's pussy, first just to the knuckle then all the way once she realized it wouldn't be too much.

"You're so wet," Beth said in amazement. "Is that for me?"

"Promise... wasn't like that... came home," Taylor managed. "Two fingers."

Beth pushed her middle finger in as well, and gently stroked in and out of Taylor for a few moments, all the while keeping up the attention on her clit with her other hand.

"You smell amazing," Beth said, and I agreed. "It makes me wonder how you taste."

I knew from experience that Taylor tasted fucking amazing, and Beth did, too. I saw her licking her lips in anticipation, and I wondered if she'd done the same thing that night, even before she knew.

"Please," Taylor whimpered.

Beth dipped her head down and tentatively grazed her tongue across the now-dripping opening. Taylor cried out appreciatively, giving Beth the encouragement to keep going. She must have enjoyed the taste, because the strokes of her tongue became less hesitant and more forceful, until she was basically lapping at Taylor's snatch. When Beth finally curled her tongue and thrust it inside, Taylor drew a sharp breath and held it for a few seconds before finally letting it out.

"My clit," she blurted out.

"Your clit?" Beth asked, faking the blank look perfectly.

"Lick my clit," Taylor said. "Suck it, nibble on it, whatever... please?" She actually sounded a little desperate now. Beth didn't bother to answer -- she just arched her back and stuck her tongue down as far she could. Taylor mewled happily, but it was clear Beth couldn't quite reach.

"Why don't you get on your knees?" Beth asked, and Taylor quickly complied, drawing her knees up so there was room between her pelvis and the bed. Beth rolled onto her back and slid up the bed until her face was directly under Taylor's pussy. I saw her tongue flick randomly all over Taylor's inner thighs and across her pussy lips.

"Oh, God.. you're such a tease," Taylor groaned.

I'd been nothing but a spectator since this whole thing began, perfectly content to watch whatever show they wanted to put on. I knew they hadn't forgotten about me, and I knew I'd be very much involved when they were ready. Apparently, Beth was ready now, because she wagged a finger at me, in the universal "come here" motion.

She couldn't see me approach, so I put a hand on her knee to let her know I was there. She responded by tugging at the waistband of her shorts, and I got the message, quickly pulling them off along with her panties. I wasn't sure if she wanted me to take it from here or not, so I waited to see what she'd do next.

Beth finally gave Taylor what she wanted, licking her clit while she thrust a finger back into her velvety pussy, and the larger girl screamed out into a pillow. She started bucking frantically against Beth's face, fucking herself on Beth's fingers in the process. After a few seconds, Beth pulled her soaking wet fingers out and held them out toward me.

I sucked those fingers into my mouth like I was dying of thirst, savoring the way Taylor's juices tasted on Beth's skin. When they were licked cleaned, she took them back and used both hands to spread Taylor's ass cheeks apart. I'd fingered Beth to an orgasm the previous weekend, but my tongue hadn't yet had the pleasure, and I thought hard about taking care of that right then. But for one, I didn't know if their play was quite finished, and I didn't want to interfere. More importantly, though, I didn't want to miss what looked like was going to be a massive orgasm from Taylor.

She didn't disappoint. She rose up, first to all fours and then into a kneeling position, so she could ride Beth's face. She started panting, then she wrapped her hands in Beth's hair as she clamped her powerful thighs around her girlfriend's head. Those glorious breasts bounced every which direction, and her face, neck and chest flushed a deep, deep red.

"FUCK!!!" Taylor threw her head back as she cried out, visibly quaking as the orgasm crashed into her. I had to fight my impulse to reach out and stabilize her, as she swayed backward and forward pretty dramatically, but she seemed to steady herself after a few seconds. Finally, she collapsed forward, lifting her hips just long enough that Beth could get out from under her.

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod," Taylor repeated over and over again. Beth and I locked eyes, and she put up another finger, this time silently telling me to wait. "So much better than I thought it would be."

Beth grinned, for my benefit, but she raised her eyebrows as I'm sure she had that first night.

"Uh... what was that?"

Taylor very slowly rolled onto her back, tossing a shy smile in my direction before beaming up at Beth. "Silly girl, I've been wanting you to do that to me for weeks!"

"You... you have?" Beth asked, playing the role of "shy and demure was-straight-until-a-few-minutes-ago girl" beautifully.

"Of course," Taylor said. "You know I've played around with women. You're drop-dead gorgeous. How could I not want to get you into bed?"

"But you never..."

"Told you?" Taylor finished. "Of course not. You needed a friend you could rely on, not some horny girl crawling all over you. And remember, before I did 'so much for you,' as you said, you did just as much for me, back in high school. That was too important to me to possibly ruin it by hitting on you."

Beth matched Taylor's high-beam smile and crawled up the bed toward her as Taylor continued.

"That doesn't mean I didn't think about you sometimes," Taylor mewled, clearly hitting on her now. "You know, late at night, and let my imagination run wild with what we might do to each other..."

"Just your imagination?" Beth asked huskily, hitting right back.

"Well, and my fingers," Taylor replied. "And toys, sometimes..."

Beth was close enough now for Taylor to pull her down into a kiss that equaled any they'd shared tonight. The passion and intensity between them was almost tangible enough that I could reach out and grab hold of it. Even though I knew they were doing this for me, I almost wanted to turn my back to let them enjoy their private moment. If this was exactly how things happened that first night, then they were making it clear to each other that they had no intention of this simply being a friends-with-benefits situation.

"Should I go get them?" Taylor asked.

"Maybe later," Beth said. She kissed down Taylor's neck to her chest, and spent a few more minutes getting intimately acquainted with her impressive tits. She continued south, licking and kissing across Taylor's solid, sweat-sheened stomach until she reached the junction between her legs. This time, I could clearly see Beth's tongue press down on Taylor's clit, and Taylor cried out again.

"Are you sure I'm your first?"

"Promise," Beth said.

"You're a fucking natural," Taylor responded. She tried to watch for a moment, but eventually fell back onto the bed. Beth worked on her for a few more moments, before Taylor realized Beth's naked body was splayed out beside her on the bed. She reached out and gave Beth's ass a gentle squeeze.

"I don't remember you being naked yet," Taylor said.

"I asked for a little help from the audience on that," Beth replied.

"Good," she said. "I wouldn't want anyone to feel left out, and getting your shorts off was pretty difficult at this angle, anyway." Beth giggled directly against Taylor's pussy, causing her to shiver again.

"I think it's my turn," Taylor said after a bit.

"Aww, but I'm not nearly done yet," Beth faux-pouted.

"So don't be done yet." Taylor showed off her strength by pulling Beth by the hips and settling her on top of her own body. Beth was quite a bit shorter, so Taylor had to crane her neck forward to reach her intended target. Since I was in front of Beth, I couldn't see what Taylor was doing, but I knew when her tongue hit home.

"Oh, fuck," Beth said, eyes wide open in surprise as she inhaled sharply. "That feels -- oh! My God! That's fucking amazing!"

"Never had your pussy licked before?" Taylor asked in muffled tones.

"Not like this," Beth replied. "I guess girls really do it better than guys."

"Absolutely," Taylor said. "Though, some guys come awfully close."

I figured that was said for my benefit, and I smiled. She certainly hadn't complained any of the times I'd gone down her during our "getting to know each other" weekend.

"I'm looking forward to seeing that for myself," Beth answered. Her hazel eyes smoldered as they locked onto mine. After sharing a look that spoke volumes, my eyes dropped back down to Taylor's slick pussy, and Beth returned her attention there as well.

For the next several minutes, I stood right next to the bed and watched as the two girls ravenously feasted on each other. Taylor had already had one orgasm, but Beth was attacking her pussy like she was hell-bent on giving her another before she had her first. Maybe it was because Taylor had more experience, or because Beth hadn't cum yet, but I could see Beth beginning to break. She eventually stopped working on Taylor and laid her head on the larger girl's thigh, digging her fingers into her left calf as she wriggled her hips.

"Oooh, Taylor," she murmured. "That feels sooo good."

"Tastes good, too," Taylor answered between licks. "Gonna cum for me?"

"Oh, shit," Beth said. "I think so, yeah."

"Think?" Taylor asked. I could imagine the smirk on her lips, even though Beth had her face completely blocked from my view. Beth's eyes widened as Taylor ramped up her intensity.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Beth said. "I know. I'm gonna... gonna cum soon.."

It was as if Beth's brain stopped firing all on synapses, as if her impending orgasm was short-circuiting her ability to complete thoughts. It was magical to watch.

"Cum for me, baby," Taylor said, squeezing Beth's ass cheeks for emphasis. "I want it all over my face."

That did it. I could see the dam break in Beth's eyes as she let herself go, let herself be washed away with the "first" orgasm she'd ever received from a girl. She clutched Taylor's leg helplessly as her whole body spasmed. Her eyes snapped shut as her mouth flew open in a silent scream, which gave way to a choked cry after a few seconds. She finally drew in a deep breath, then--

"AHHHH!!!" Beth screamed. Taylor never let up, so I didn't know if this was still the first orgasm, or if she'd already rolled into another. She opened her eyes and looked at me, and while the ecstasy was still very plain, her eyes were pleading, almost begging me. I'd been resisting the urge so far, but I couldn't any longer -- I took two steps and pulled her head against my chest, wrapping my fingers through her blond curls. Her body continued to spasm and shudder as the shockwaves rippled through her, and she moved one hand from Taylor's thigh and wrapped it around my ass.

"Good girl," Taylor panted. "But I'm still thirsty."

Beth's eyes bugged out a little and she pushed harder into my chest.

"I thought the toys came out later?" Beth gasped into me.

"That's just my finger, baby," Taylor chuckled. I raised up onto my tiptoes to look at Beth's backside, and I could see her supple cheeks rippling as Taylor repeatedly thrusted her index finger in and out of Beth's pussy. She was still hungrily lapping at Beth's clit, too, and the combined action was quickly pushing Beth toward another cliff.

"OOH!!!" Beth cried out suddenly. "I think.. more than.. one finger." She mumbled between desperate gasps of air and I felt her nails dig into my left ass cheek. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as yet another orgasm racked her body, and I felt her go limp when she was through, her entire upper body sagging against my chest.

"Aww," I heard Taylor say between Beth's legs. "I seem to remember you passing out on my legs, and licking my toes as you came to."

Beth offered up a weak grin, and I dutifully backed away, but only enough for Beth to get to Taylor's feet. The bigger girl moaned as Beth's tongue danced around her turquoise-painted nails, lazily at first, but then with growing intensity as Beth regained her strength.

"Well, that's a kink I didn't know I had," Taylor said. "You have all night to stop doing that."

Beth switched over to the other foot, but only spent about half the time on that one.

"I promise, I'll do it more later," Beth said. "Right now, it's my turn to get a little more."

Beth slid north as her mouth trailed up Taylor's powerful legs, enjoying the scenery but clearly focused on its destination. When she reached the junction between Taylor's legs, she wasted no time sucking her clit directly into her mouth.

"FUCK!!" Taylor shouted again, immediately grabbing a handful of Beth's blond locks. She pushed two fingers into Taylor's dripping tunnel and thrusted a few times before pulling out and greedily slurping up her juices.

"I wish I'd known how good you taste a couple weeks ago," Beth said. "We could have been doing this the whole time."

"Definitely worth the wait," Taylor replied. Beth went back to fingering her with one hand, but she reached out for me with the other, pulling me closer by the waistband of my shorts. She rubbed up and down the length of my granite-like cock a few times before undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. She went back to tonguing Taylor as I finished undressing, quickly shedding my polo, shorts and boxers.

My cock was like a homing beacon, pointing directly at the junction where Beth's mouth met Taylor's pussy. Either of those would have been a welcome destination -- I'd long since lost track of time, but it had to have been well over an hour since they started their show, and I hadn't so much as touched my cock, so it was more than ready for whatever was about to happen.

"Lift your legs up," Beth said, patting Taylor gently on the thighs. Her legs rose into the air like twin skyscrapers, and Beth pulled them back at the knees to hold them up. Taylor's pussy was splayed open now, and Beth dived in again, noisily sucking and lapping at it.

"Holy shit!" Taylor exclaimed. "Pretty sure this didn't happen that night."

"I was shy that night," Beth said, almost directly into her pussy. "I was too timid to take control..." she trailed off to dip her tongue back into Taylor, "... to make my beautiful lover do what I wanted her to do. I don't have that problem now, and I want your legs wide open for me."

"Fuck yeah," Taylor said. "You know I'll always spread my legs for you."

"Good," Beth answered. "I still made you cum that night, though."

"Yeah," Taylor agreed. "And you're about to make me do it again."

Beth's eyes locked with mine, and she pointed at my cock, then at Taylor's pussy. I got the point and started to move forward, but Beth put a finger up in the air, as if to say "One second." She redoubled her efforts on Taylor's pussy, now focusing solely on her clit with her tongue and lips. Taylor's moans started climbing the scale, both in pitch and volume, and it was easy to see she was nearing orgasm, and it was going to top anything Beth had given her so far.

"Shit, Beth," Taylor stammered. "So fucking close, baby."

Her legs started shaking, and it was a struggle for Beth to keep them wide open. Taylor started to chant "Fuck... Fuck..." over and over again, and the break between the words grew shorter and shorter. Finally, just when Taylor was at the point of no return, Beth's hand beckoned me forward, and I knew exactly what she wanted.

I plunged my cock deep into Taylor's snatch, bottoming out with the first stroke and holding it there.

"GAWWWWW---" It's a safe bet that Taylor's bellow would have gotten the cops called on us, but Beth settled her hips down hard on her girlfriend's mouth, swallowing up the rest of her scream as her whole body racked and spasmed. Beth never let up on Taylor's clit, even when she started to squirm and buck back and forth. I took over on Taylor's legs, keeping them pushed back and spread wide apart as I stroked into her a couple more times for effect, hoping to extend her already lengthy earth-shaking orgasm.

Beth's lower body suddenly rose up a few inches, as Taylor displayed her strength by lifting the smaller girl up so she could talk.

"Don't you fucking dare stop fucking me," she blurted out before letting Beth go, and I obliged, pounding her with the wild abandon that had built up in me over the past hour. My cock slipped out after several quick, hard strokes, and Beth gobbled it up, sucking me halfway into her mouth and licking me clean.

"I love the way you taste on my tongue, and on my fingers, and on your fingers," Beth cooed to her girlfriend. "And now, I love the way you taste on Travis' cock."

With that, she inserted me back into Taylor, and I picked the pace right back up. I don't think Taylor ever really stopped cumming, but she hit another peak a few moments later, squeezing my cock with her pussy as she came on it.

"I hope you enjoyed our show, Travis," Beth said. "You got to watch us both cum several times, but all you've been able to do is stand there. I bet you're ready to burst, aren't you?"

"Oh God," I answered. "More than ready."

"So what I'm going to do is, I'm going to get off Taylor now, so you can really fuck her," she said, doing just that and kneeling next to Taylor's sprawled-out body. "And when you're ready to cum, I want you to pull out and explode all over these awesome tits."

She cupped both of Taylor's mammoth boobs for emphasis, and I needed no further encouragement. I let Taylor's legs go and climbed on top of her, pounding her poor pussy as hard and as fast I could. I kissed her hard enough to hurt, but she kissed me back just as hard. Beth's tongue moved back and forth between Taylor's nipples and mine, drawing moans from both of us.

"Are you just about ready to cum, Travis?" Beth nearly whispered in my ear, but I'm sure Taylor still heard. I just nodded. "Good. Because after you shoot all that cum all over these great big titties," Beth paused to jiggle them, and made sure she was looking directly in my eyes for the next part, "I'm gonna lick up every... last... drop."

And... that was it for me. I barely managed to pull out of Taylor in time. I couldn't scramble up to Taylor's chest, so the first shot landed on her stomach. No worry, though, because I had more than enough lead in the pencil to liberally coat Taylor's breasts. They were so big that I couldn't possibly hope to cover every inch, but I gave it an honest effort.

"Fuck, Travis," Beth stammered. "So much cum."

"What did you expect?" I asked, falling to Taylor's other side. "That was hands-down the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Beth answered. "Now, you can enjoy this."

As promised, she attacked Taylor's tits, licking and slurping up every drop of my cum. When there was just a little left, on Taylor's right nipple, she pushed the boob up to Taylor's lips, and they French kissed over her nipple while licking up my cum.

"Well, after watching the whole show, one orgasm probably wasn't going to be enough to make me soft anyway," I said. "But after that little display..."

I simply pointed at my lap, where my cock was reaching for the ceiling. Both Beth and Taylor licked their lips.

"So, Travis, now you know the story of our first time," Taylor said, finally starting to sound like she was recovering from her last, strong orgasm. "And this, this is our first time together as a trio. What would you like to do with us?"

"How am I even supposed to answer that?" I asked, incredulously. "There are literally 400 ideas in my mind right now."

"We have time, Travis," Beth said. "I have probably twice that many, and I'm sure this freaky chick does too," she added, squeezing Taylor's left breast.

"Just pick one, and we'll start there," Taylor said.

"Well, there is one thing I haven't been able to do yet," I said, climbing over Taylor and sitting next to Beth's legs. "I've tasted Beth on my fingers, and on your tongue, just now. But I haven't been able to get any directly from the source."

"And you want to remedy that little situation now?" Beth asked me with a big grin on her face. Her legs were spreading as she spoke.

"Well, I heard you say, Taylor, that women absolutely eat better pussy than men."

"I did, but I said some come pretty damn close."

"And I appreciate that, but pretty damn close is still second place," I said. Taylor got where I was going with it, and she moved over so Beth could lay in the middle of the bed. "So maybe, you and I should go down on her together. I can get my first-hand taste of her pussy, and maybe I can pick up a few tips."

"I like that idea," Taylor said.

"Was anyone going to ask me?" Beth asked. She turned the Southern accent up to 11 for the next part. "I mean, this sounds like it's going to be just awful for me..."

Taylor playfully pushed Beth back on the bed, and I didn't waste any time, spreading the lithe blonde's legs and driving my tongue as deep into the well as I could. Her juices were thick and tangy, in stark contrast to Taylor's, whose were sweeter and smoother. They were very different, but I quickly decided I liked them both equally.

Beth squealed at the intrusion, but it was quickly muffled by Taylor's tongue. While they made out, I decided to slow down a little and try to enjoy my first direct taste. She smelled as good as she tasted, and she tasted as good as she looked.

"Want some company?" Taylor asked, sliding in next to me. I'd been so wrapped up in the taste and texture of Beth's nectar that I hadn't even realized they'd stopped making out. Beth was propped up against some pillows and watching us intently.

"Is this what you had in mind, baby?" Taylor asked her. "When you wanted Travis and I to get together?"

Our tongues touched, and together we slowly licked up and down Beth's lips. It wasn't easy trying to fit both our heads into the small space, but we made it work. I felt Beth's hand in my hair, and I assumed her other was in Taylor's hair.

"Oooh... something like this, yes," Beth said. "Of course, I want Travis and I to do this to you, too. And I'm sure he'd hate it if we both did it to him..."

My cock got even harder at the sound of that, but really, that could happen some other time.

"Maybe later," I said. "I've got some learning to do."

The whole learning thing was mostly a joke -- Taylor and I spent the next 10 or so minutes just making love to Beth's pussy. Sometimes she'd be the one licking and sucking while I kissed along Beth's inner thighs, and other times I'd be the one feasting while Taylor kissed her behind the knees or on her lower stomach. I'd flitter my tongue over Beth's clit while Taylor drew her juices out, or Taylor would take the clit while I slowly fingered her. There was nothing frantic about it, and while I did take note of things Taylor did that Beth seemed to like, there wasn't a lot of teaching involved. We always ended up back where we started, French kissing with Beth's clit in between our tongues, and that's how we eventually brought her to another orgasm.

"So what now?" I asked when we were cuddling on either side of Beth again.

"Well, watching you up close made me jealous," Taylor said. "I want your tongue on my pussy again."

"That works out well, because it's been two weeks since I had this cock!" Beth called out, gripping the cock in question. They worked well together, wordlessly maneuvering themselves into position. Beth straddled my cock, but before she could lower herself down on it, my view was blocked by Taylor's thick hips settling on either side of my face.

"Ohhh, fuck," I heard Beth groan as my cock slid up into her impossibly tight tunnel. I would have done the same, but my tongue was buried inside Taylor, who was moaning herself. I could hear them kissing as they leaned into one another, and I wished I could see the passion on their faces. I mentally had to chide myself though -- it wasn't lost on me that I was basically living every man's fantasy, except dialed up to 10 and put on steroids. Most guys would settle for a threesome with any two willing women out there, but I was having one with the two most beautiful girls in the state of South fucking Carolina. One was riding my face while the other ground herself up and down on my cock -- so what if I couldn't see them kissing?

As powerful as it had been, that last orgasm hadn't done a lot to take the edge off my desire. You could hardly blame me -- the two women had been ramping me up since I walked through the door, and really, they'd been ramping me up for weeks. Still, I wanted to make sure I held out until at least one of them came first. Beth was controlling her own tempo, so I couldn't do a whole lot about that. Taylor, on the other hand, I could do something about.

I dug my fingers into her thighs, pulling her hard onto my face as I thrusted my tongue up into her twice as fast. I could hear her gasp even though my ears were mostly blocked by her legs, and I definitely felt her thighs tighten up some. I moved one hand over her thigh and in between her legs, and I felt Beth's fingers already there. Between the two of us, Taylor lost it first, flooding my face with her juices as she cried out into Beth's mouth.

Taylor didn't fall over after she was finished though. Instead, Beth put her hands on Taylor's shoulders and used her for leverage to bounce up and down even harder on my cock. I was so close now, but I was cognizant of not cumming inside her. Sure, things would probably change about that in the near future. Hell, neither of them might care if I did it right now, but until we could talk about it, I was going to do my damndest to hold out.

I almost didn't make it. Beth started flexing her pussy muscles as she rode up and down on my cock, and what was already incredibly snug got even tighter. I felt Taylor's fingers around my cock, though, and Beth's moans ratcheted up accordingly, so Taylor was working on Beth's clit the way Beth had just done to her.

"Fuck," I muttered, as Taylor had moved down and was now sitting on my chest. "Can't hold out a lot longer."

As if on cue, Beth exploded, crying out on Taylor's shoulder as she rammed herself down on my cock one last time. She squirmed and squiggled around on my cock, and while it wasn't the up-and-down friction it had been, it was still enough to just about push me over the edge. I slapped Taylor's ass hard, and instantly I felt Beth pull off my cock, just in time to let loose with another thick torrent of cum. Someone -- it definitely felt like Taylor's strong grip -- took hold of my cock and stroked it, milking the rest of the cum out of my now-empty balls.

When I was finished, Taylor slid off my chest and onto the bed. She leaned forward and licked my cum off Beth's stomach, taking care of the stray shot that had reached the underside of her amazing tits in the process.

I was completely out of energy, and Beth was too, apparently, because she fell on top of me as soon as Taylor was finished. Taylor laid her upper body across Beth's back, and while it added some extra weight to my chest, I didn't care.

Somewhere on the edges of my conscience, I knew that Chet, and Jamie, and my dad, and the frat, and the fiery trainwreck this fucking pledge task was rapidly becoming... they'd all be waiting for me in the morning.

But all it took was one look at either of the blissful, smiling faces stacked on top of me to remember what I had waiting for me at the finish line. For reasons I'd probably never understand, they wanted me. For reasons I absolutely understood, I wanted them.

I would do what needed to be done to make my dad happy, but this? This was what made me happy.

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