My Straight Best Friend, Ch. 04

Hello again, readers. My original plan for this story was to write one chapter centred on each of the four main female leads and then see where it wound up. Having gotten to the end of writing the fourth, I have a better idea now of where it's going, and accordingly, I now expect this one will need six chapters in total before it's finished.

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All characters are over 18. We open this chapter in the late autumn of the year 2000.

I awoke Saturday morning in my sleeping bag on the floor of my lifelong friend Allie Wang's basement rec room, laying awake for several minutes while the three girls beside me slept peacefully. Last night had been one of the most incredible nights of my life. The barriers between us had well and truly come fully down, and after the most sexually-charged conversation we'd ever had, we'd wound up in a five way circle-jerk in the privacy of our own sleeping bags in the dark. Is it still called a circle-jerk when it's mostly girls involved? I wondered to myself idly as I lay there.

Allie had gone upstairs afterwards, and I, worried about her, had followed. I hadn't expected anything to come of it, but checking on her had turned into getting myself off for the second time that night while watching her humping the corner of her bed into what looked like an epic orgasm. It had been insanely hot in the moment, but now I was trying hard not to feel weirded out.

I could close my eyes and easily picture the face of my oldest friend from childhood, and I could equally close my eyes and picture those big tits of hers hanging loosely below her body and bouncing as she ground her clit hard into the mattress. But I still couldn't put the two images together. My sexless platonic old friend Allie and sexual, grown-up Allie hadn't yet fused into one person in my mind.

I was knocked out of my own head by Mia Tyler, who chose that moment to get out of her sleeping bag and head for the bathroom. A few moments passed, and I heard the water turn on, indicating she was having a shower. I lay there longer still, and soon Mia returned, wrapped in a towel.

"Good morning," I called out. We'd seen each other naked before, but I wanted to make sure she knew I was awake.

"Oh, good morning, Justin." She dropped the towel anyway as she dug into her overnight bag for her clothes. I wasn't entirely used to nonchalant incidental female nudity yet, but I very much appreciated that Mia apparently trusted me enough not to care if I saw her naked.

"Quite the night," I commented, trying to project a coolness I wasn't exactly feeling as I saw her pull a pair of green panties over her bare ass.

"Insane," she replied wistfully.

"I had fun, too," Emma Desmarais piped up from the sleeping bag beside me. I hadn't realized she was awake.

"No regrets in the morning?" I asked.

"Nope," Mia said, smirking as she pulled her bra on. "For a bi-curious girl like yours truly, last night definitely scratched an itch a bit."

"None here, either," Emma added. "Shauna's probably going to have to pray for forgiveness when she wakes up, but I'm fortunately not much of one for religious guilt."

"No, me neither," I added. "Do you want the next shower?"

"Sure," Emma answered.

She got out of her sleeping bag, heading for the bathroom, and I once again admired the view of her shapely ass in the same pair of burgundy panties she'd gone to bed with.

Shauna finally woke up once Emma was in the shower, looking around bleary-eyed to see Mia hanging out on the couch and a bunch of empty sleeping bags around us.

"Did Allie go upstairs to sleep in her room again?" she asked, yawning.

"Yeah," I confirmed, adding nothing.

"She has a lot of trouble sleeping, that girl. About half the time we have a sleepover here, she doesn't last the night and winds up just going upstairs to her room."

About half the time, I thought to myself. It's not my secret to spill that she's going upstairs to get herself off, but that's interesting. The other girls clearly have no idea.

"Have fun last night?" I asked Shauna.

She winced, the same pained look I'd seen when we talked about the last time we'd had a sexual encounter together. "I guess," she said quietly. "It was fun at the time."

"Don't feel guilty!" Mia piped up. "We all had fun, it felt good, who cares about anything else?"

"It's a sin," Shauna replied simply.

"You okay, girl?" Mia looked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel like I lost control of my hormones yet again. I can't believe it keeps happening."

"Maybe you're not meant to always be in control of them," I spoke up.

Shauna stared at me, with a look on her face I couldn't quite read. Just then, Emma reappeared, fully dressed. Shauna lay back in her sleeping bag, staring blankly at the ceiling, and since she had made no move, I assumed that meant that I was next in the shower. I left the room, glancing back at Shauna as I did, still staring into space.

The rest of the morning passed quickly as we all got up, had coffee together, and split up to go home. Allie seemed distant this morning, but I knew she'd promised to chat this week at lunch about what had happened between us, so I tried to just give her space. I also didn't know if we were supposed to keep what had happened between us a secret, so I decided not to say anything.

I arrived back home, dumping my dirty clothes into the laundry and heading up to my room. When I got there, my sister Carly quickly knocked on my door.

"Hey, Justin. Got a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"Do you remember you said you'd be good to run interference on Mom and Dad if I needed it?"

"Yeah, of course. What do you need?"

Carly sat down on the edge of my bed. "I've got a date tonight with a guy. It's nothing serious, yet, but... I might need your help."

"Do tell."

"Well..." Carly took a breath. She seemed hesitant, but she started talking anyway. "Since I started college, when I go out on dates, if it's the kind of date that involves going back to someone's place afterwards, I try to always go to the guy's place. Most people my age are in the dorms or their own accommodations, and I'm still living at home. But the guy I'm seeing tonight is also still living with his parents, so I'm back to high school for the evening."

"That sucks," I interrupted. "You'd think they'd understand that 19-year-olds have sex every now and then."

"I mean, it's the second date. I'm not that easy. But if it goes well tonight, I can imagine letting him get past first base."

"I wasn't saying you were easy. I'm sorry if it came out that way."

"No problem, I know what you meant. Anyway, Mom and Dad usually go to bed by 11, so we're going to plan to come back to the house around 11:30. I'll come in the front door, so they can see that I'm alone if they happen to still be up. Meanwhile, you can be in the basement and let Andrew in the back door. I'll go downstairs and meet up with him if everything goes well, and you're off the hook."

"No problem," I answered. "You were great to me that night I had Mia over. It's my pleasure to help out and return the favour."

"Thanks, little brother. It's nice that you've grown up. I never would have been comfortable having this conversation with you even six months ago."

"Yeah, I've come a long way in a short time. I'm glad you can see the progress I've made."

"Speaking of, how was the sleepover at Allie's?"

"Pretty good. It changed how I looked at Allie, and you saying you thought she liked me might have been the catalyst for that."

"Oh, cool. Does she like you?"

"Short answer, no. Long answer, it's complicated. Our friendship is changing a little, growing up, but it's not like that." I didn't really want to get into it much more with my sister, mainly because I hadn't figured out for myself how I felt, and I wasn't ready to talk about it.

"Well, I'm glad I could help, at least a little." Carly leaned over and hugged me, then headed for the door. "Eleven-thirty tonight. Don't forget!"

"I won't."

Carly left the house after dinner, looking all dolled up with nice clothes and makeup. After a quiet night to myself, I went down to the basement around 11:30 and threw on Saturday Night Live, mostly for background. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps above. Knowing my cue, I headed over to the back door, which was a direct exit to the yard as our house was built partially on a hillside. I saw a young dark-haired, clean-cut guy about my age hanging out by the door. I wasn't a great judge of such things, but he seemed reasonably good-looking.

I opened it up for him. "Are you Andrew?"

"Yeah." He shook my hand. "You're Justin, right?"

I nodded. "Come on in."

I could hear Carly's voice overhead, talking to Mom, who was apparently still awake, and then eventually footsteps on the stairs.

"Mom's still up," Carly reported when she got down.

"Yeah, but I think she's going to bed soon," I responded. "She was waiting up for you."

Carly rolled her eyes in disgust. "So typical. The 18-year-old son can come and go as he pleases, but the 19-year-old daughter must be fussed and worried over."

"Double standards suck, I agree. Do you want me to leave you two alone?"

"Not yet. Let Mom go to bed, first."

Carly and Andrew sat down together on the couch and snuggled in under a blanket. I reclaimed my spot on the opposite end of the couch and resumed watching TV. I wasn't specifically trying to pay any attention to my sister and her date, knowing full well that I was an unwelcome third wheel in the room, but I couldn't help noticing the gestures, the little kisses, the touches, the hands moving under the blanket. I knew what the signs were now, and I couldn't help but see it in her eyes - Carly was really turned on. I was mildly uncomfortable knowing that, but I made myself be outwardly grown-up about it.

I tried my very best to ignore the couple's rapidly-escalating flirting and handsiness up until I finally heard Mom's footsteps heading upstairs to bed. I then made my exit as quickly as possible. If Carly was going to have any sort of sexual activity with this guy, I didn't want anything to do with it, seeing it, overhearing it, nothing.

I lay in bed after putting my pyjamas on, wide awake. My brain couldn't help but wonder what my sister was up to down in the basement, but it also felt very, very off-limits to me, in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. And then I realized with a start that there was a stark difference between tonight and last night, when I'd gotten myself off watching a girl I'd always said I thought of like a sister humping herself into oblivion on the corner of her mattress.

There's a difference, I thought. Allie isn't Carly. 'Like a sister' isn't the same thing as a sister.

I kept turning this over in my head as I lay there. What do I think of Allie? I always assumed she was off-limits, but she clearly isn't, or last night wouldn't have happened. But I value our friendship. I can't imagine losing her if we dated and then broke up. Is a girlfriend supposed to be just a good friend, only more? Or is attraction more important than that? Am I even attracted to Allie, or was it just the hormones of a crazy night coupled with the novelty of seeing her naked for the first time? I still don't know what makes a girlfriend, but Allie's my best female friend, and I can't pretend not to have noticed that she's got a hot body.

Allie being the opposite sex had never mattered in our friendship before the last few months. Things were different now, but I still didn't think I wanted to date her. I liked Emma, and I was excited about potentially asking her out. I also liked Mia, despite knowing she wasn't an option. It all just felt way too complicated.

I was still awake forty-odd minutes later when I heard Carly's footsteps on the stairs, coming to bed. I listened to her brush her teeth and then settle into her bed in the room next to mine. And then, a few minutes later, I heard a barely-there buzzing sound and a slight rhythmic creaking of bed springs through the wall. I knew full well that it could only be one thing.

Yep. Brain can't do it.

I put headphones in and cranked up the Tragically Hip's Phantom Power album on my Discman, willing myself not to think about Carly masturbating on the other side of the wall. Any other girl and I'd have been craning my ears trying to listen, but when it was my sister, I just couldn't go there, and trust me, the irony wasn't lost on me after what had happened the night before.

Fifteen minutes later I experimentally pulled my headphones off, discovering to my great relief that the house was silent. I lay back and tried to sleep again, and this time I managed it, drifting off still mulling over how all my relationships with the opposite sex were changing.

Sunday passed quickly and quietly. Carly thanked me for helping her out the night before, and I promised that I'd happily do it again whenever she needed. She told me the date had gone well and she'd be seeing Andrew again, so I might well need to run interference for her in the future. As uncomfortable as it had made me feel being face-to-face with my sister's sexuality for the first time, I really liked that we were starting to develop a real adult relationship with each other after a lifetime of feeling like her kid brother. I trusted her, and it felt good knowing that she trusted me.

On the walk to school Monday morning, I was determined that somehow I was going to meet up with Emma this week, despite the obstacles. We had opposite lunch periods and none of the same classes. Our lockers were nowhere near each other's, and we lived in opposite directions from school. I had jazz band practice after school Tuesdays and Thursdays, and she had Yearbook Committee Mondays and Wednesdays. But I'd find a way. I had to.

I'd decided that the best plan was to hang out outside Emma's biology class fourth period, while I was on lunch. She had law fifth period, I remembered, so I should be able to at least walk with her that far and still make it to English. Allie and I seemed on normal terms with each other in our shared history class, which was good to see, but I stayed at school for lunch today, avoiding dealing with things with her at least for a day. She seemed not at all inclined to talk, regardless, but things didn't feel weird, which was good. Instead I hung out outside Mrs. McGuigan's biology class at 1:30, and after the bell rang, soon enough Emma emerged.

"Hey!" I called out.

"Oh, Justin, hi!" She gave me a quick hug. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," I began. My heart suddenly started racing again. It didn't matter that we'd gotten off together two days ago while I felt her up, asking a girl out for the first time was still nerve-wracking. "I was wondering... do you want to hang out sometime?"

"You know I do, silly," she answered happily. "Let's do it!"

"I mean, like... as a date," I stammered.

"I know." She smiled patiently at me. "I said yes."

"Oh!" I was dumbfounded. "Great!"

"Friday night?" she asked. "Come over to my place around 7. We'll figure something out."

She headed into law class, and I stared at the bank of lockers across the hall, in shock. It actually was that easy. Maybe I am a moron. How did I not try that back in the ninth grade?

I snapped myself out of it quickly and hurried over to English class. Mr. Jones wasn't a fan of latecomers.

That night, I thought about calling Eric to tell him the good news, but something about the situation gave me pause. At the end of the day, I could still scarcely believe it, and I decided that it was probably best to see how the night went before I told anyone.

A couple of days passed, and soon enough it was Thursday. Allie had been cordial but distant all week, and I hadn't seen Emma again, but I didn't want to have to deal with both of them on the same day. I knew I'd be nervous come Friday, so when history class ended on Thursday, I cornered Allie.

"Hey," I began. "Can we sort this out?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Mom's home today, though. Can we go to your place?"

"Sure. No one should be there as far as I know."

We walked together back to my house in relative silence, chatting a little bit about unimportant things, but otherwise not saying much to each other. The awkward tension was back between us, and I could feel it lingering. We'd already had one major conversation a month ago about our friendship growing up, and I knew we were in for another one.

We got back to the house, which was thankfully empty, and quickly ate our lunches, still mostly in silence. I wasn't quite sure how to start the conversation, so it didn't happen. After we'd finished, I headed into the living room and sat on the couch, and Allie, once again, lay down with her head in my lap. I started absent-mindedly stroking my fingers through her hair as I stared down at her. She's pretty. I can't see her as sexless ever again.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked.

"Yeah." She half-smiled up at me. "It was fun, this past weekend. I enjoyed it."

"Me too."

We stared at each other for a minute. I could sense hesitation in her, and I finally prompted her with a "But..."

"Are you as confused now as I am?" she asked.

"Pretty much."

She nodded. "I still have no regrets, though. You?"

"I don't think so."

"You don't think so?"

"It just means things are different now, and I don't think they'll ever be the same again," I said quietly.

"How do you mean?"

"I look down on you in that baggy sweater and you're still Allie, the girl I've known since birth, the one I never thought about as 'a girl' in the same way that the girls I had crushes on were girls. Like, of course you're a girl. But I never thought about you like that.

"But I've seen you naked now, turned on, climaxing, and I can't un-see that. I look at you now and I can't help but notice your chest, even though it's fully covered up. I never even really noticed it before, at least, not in that way."

"I feel the same," she said softly. "I also don't know how to handle the fact that it happened at all. Like my friends have always told each other when they've hit sexual milestones, but I feel like I don't want to tell anyone what happened yet. It's not a secret, and if you tell anyone, that's fine, as long as it's not bragged about or spread all over school. But it just feels... I don't know. Weird, private, not something I want to gloat about. It was a little more intensely personal than I expected."

"It felt like I got to see something no one's ever seen you do before, and I know that's literally true, but I more mean in the sense of getting to watch a really personal, private moment. Thanks again for sharing it with me. It means a lot to be trusted with that."

"You're welcome, and thanks to you, too, for the same reasons."

"As for me," I added, "I'm not a kiss and tell type, so I wouldn't necessarily tell anyone about what happened with us anyway, but I'll definitely keep it secret from your friends as long as I know you're not interested in talking about it with them."

"Sure, that's fine with me." She took another long pause, appearing like she was thinking something through. "You said you've never thought about me in that way before, and that's fine, I get it. But once, I actually did kind of have a crush on you. It was years ago, teenage puppy love."

"You did?" I was shocked.

"You were the only guy I really knew. It was nothing more than familiarity, and it was never actually sexual. I didn't ever really think about you in that way, back then or up to this week. But, like you said, now I can't un-see your dick, rock hard and cumming all over me, or the look on your face when you did. It's the hottest thing I've ever seen, but I can't connect that to the version of you that's running his fingers through my hair right now."

"We can't un-cross that line," I responded. "You've seen your girlfriends turned on, and if I someday saw Eric with a boner, it wouldn't change anything, because neither you nor I are into the same sex. But even if we're not into each other, we're into each other's... you know... parts."

"Such a romantic, you are," Allie giggled.

We stared at each other for a moment.

"So what now?" I asked.

"I hear you have a date with Emma tomorrow?"

"Yeah." I was still a little in shock about it.

"Why her?"

"She's awesome."

"I know she is. I'm just curious why you asked her out." Allie's dark eyes gazed up at me, and in that exact moment, I decided to share one of my deepest-rooted secrets.

"I've had a crush on her since forever," I admitted, my heart pounding. "But that never extended to actually getting to know her until recently, and since I have, it's just made me like her more. I've had fun fooling around with you girls, but I'd like to actually have a girlfriend, and she said yes when I asked her out."

"I didn't know that," Allie said quietly.

"So, yeah, that's pretty much it. Tomorrow should be fun."

Allie nodded, then sat up. "Cool. Do you want to play Twisted Metal 2?"

Forty-odd minutes later we headed back to school. It wasn't until we were on the walk and nearly back at school that Allie spoke up again.

"Oh, by the way, Justin, I feel like I should update you. Vibrators work on me."

I turned to face her. "What do you mean?"

"You know..." She seemed embarrassed. "Since you heard the start of the story, I figured I owed you the update. I don't want to talk about it, but I've got one now, and it works. Really well, actually."

"When did you go shopping?" I asked, slightly annoyed. "Did everyone go? I assumed I'd be invited to come along."

"Why would you assume that?" Allie seemed annoyed now, too. "It was a girls' night. Just because you've been welcomed into our little group of friends doesn't mean you have the right to be there every time. Vibrators are for girls, and we didn't want a guy along when we were discussing private stuff with the salesgirl."

"I guess." I wasn't convinced. I'd really been looking forward to seeing which toy each of the girls picked, and why.

"Well, you weren't invited. Deal with it." She huffed, and we walked the rest of the way to school in a testy silence.

It wasn't until I was in English class and thinking back that I realized two things. First, once I'd gotten over the disappointment of not seeing the toys that the girls were going to get off with and filing those images away in my spank bank, I realized Allie was probably right. Carly had warned me that a guy couldn't literally be one of the girls, no matter how much I was welcomed into their lives. I figured I owed Allie an apology, but I wasn't going to seek her out to offer it, I'd just say something the next time we hung out.

Second, Allie had casually admitted she'd had a crush on me years ago. Not only had I not jumped on that knowledge with how nonchalantly and out of nowhere she'd said it, but I'd told her instead how much I liked one of her friends. I probably could have handled that entire conversation better, I thought.

Getting Allie to open up emotionally was usually like pulling teeth, so I decided that until I sorted through my feelings for her, I wasn't going to bring that up again. I still kept thinking about her naked and having an orgasm on her bed, but despite that, I hadn't yet brought myself to jerk off to the memory. I'd done it multiple times this week thinking about the circle jerk with Emma and the other girls, but getting off thinking about Allie still seemed somehow off-limits to me.

Before I knew it, twenty-four hours had passed. I'd mumbled an apology to Allie in history class on Friday morning, but she still seemed annoyed at me, and I knew better than to force it.

That afternoon, I walked home from school nervously excited for my date that night. It was weird, I thought to myself, that despite the fact that I'd seen multiple girls I knew naked and having orgasms, this was my first actual date. I had no idea what the expectations were. Nice girls wouldn't put out on the first date, of course, but Emma and I were already well past that line. Weren't we?

My expectations were all over the map as I ate a quick dinner with my family, put on a nice pair of khakis and a sweater, and then headed over to Emma's place, aiming to be there a few minutes after 7:00.

She answered the door in a navy blue form-fitting sweater and leggings, welcoming me in and giving me a hug. Both of her parents were there to welcome me, and while Emma seemed mortified at their eager attention, I didn't find it in any way off-putting. She was apparently the oldest of three, with a middle sister Michelle and a youngest brother Louis, and I was introduced to them in turn before we were able to make our exit.

"Sorry for my family's overbearing attention," Emma said, almost apologetically, as we left in her Dad's car. We had decided to drive down to Williams Cafe to sit over a hot drink.

"It's no problem, really," I replied. "I'd have been more surprised if they hadn't been interested. My parents both want to meet you too, which, no problem eventually if things go that way, but I'm glad it wasn't on the first date."

"I guess I'm just a late bloomer," she explained. "Michelle has already had a couple of dates with boys, but you're my first one."

"In my family, I'm the youngest, so my parents are already used to having guys around. But they've also seemed way more protective of Annette and Carly than they were of me. I don't know if that's the usual 'youngest gets the most permissive rules' thing or the fact that I'm a guy, or both."

"I suppose most parents are more protective of their daughters. My Dad even apologized for it, but he said it's because he remembers all too well what teenage boys are like to just totally let me off the hook."

"Well, I don't think you're getting pregnant tonight," I ventured, trying to make a joke.

"No, I don't either." She glanced over at me and smiled. "But I also don't think we're going straight back home after coffee."

"I like the way you think."

We pulled into the coffee shop and ordered our drinks, then found a table in the brightly-lit space. Christmas decorations had already been put up despite it still being in the last few days of November, and with all kinds of holiday drinks on the menu, I'd ordered a decaf Christmas latte. It showed up a few minutes later, and then I was finally alone with the girl I'd had a crush on since the day we'd met in the ninth grade.

"So, what are your plans for next year?" she asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"I'm still thinking Western as a first choice," I answered. "We were going to go to the open house before I make my final decision, but it's got good history and political science programs, and the campus life looks really awesome. Plus, I can't wait to get away from home. How about you?"

"I just got my first British passport in the mail this week," she answered excitedly. "I've always been eligible for citizenship, since my Mom was born and raised in the Lake District, but with my citizenship confirmed, there should be no reason I can't go to school over there. Oxford is the dream, and my grades should be good enough, but I'm also applying to University College London, Durham and Manchester just in case I don't get in. I want to do science of some description, likely either chemistry or physics."

"So you're not looking at anything in Canada?"

"No. Tuition is way cheaper over there, and I've been dreaming of moving over there for years. I've been to England many times to visit my grandparents, but I want to go live there, and now that my citizenship is official there's no reason I can't. I'd happily come back to Canada someday for grad school or whatever, like I like it here too, but I'm only really looking at England for now."

In the back of my mind, it suddenly occurred to me that no matter how well Emma and I hit it off, any potential relationship likely had an expiry date built into it. If she was as committed to moving overseas as it sounded like she was, then nine months from now, she'd be leaving, and any long-distance relationship separated by an ocean would never last. My heart sank slightly, but I brushed it off. It's the first date. Don't get ahead of yourself.

"So I have to ask," I changed the subject. "I'm really glad you said yes, but I'd just about written off the idea of ever going on a date with you after you turned me down before the dance last month. What changed?"

Emma looked at me oddly. "Turned you down? What are you talking about?"

"You know..." I looked her in the eye, but all I could see in her face was confusion. "I asked if you wanted to go to the dance together, and you turned me down."

Emma put her hand over her mouth. "Oh, God. I'm sorry, Justin, I didn't... well... okay. Do I remember right that you said that was your first school dance since the ninth grade?"

"Yeah, it was."

"Okay. Well, I don't know if you know this or not, but taking a date to the dance isn't really something that happens, except for the semi-formal in the spring, or to prom of course. I totally did not interpret your asking me to the dance as asking me out on a date. I just thought you were asking if I wanted to go with you, and I said no because I was already committed to going with the girls. I'm so sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."

My jaw dropped. "So it was just a misunderstanding?"

"I think so? But please know this: if the semi-formal was next week and you asked me to be your date, I'd say yes."

Joy surged within me, which I tried to keep inside, allowing myself only a brief fist-pump under the table. "It's okay," I stammered. "All's well that ends well, right?"

"I hope so. It's a little weird that this is our first date when... you know... last week happened. But I've been trying not to overthink this. You're my first experience fooling around with a guy, and now my first real date, and I have no expectations of where things are going to go, but I'm not worrying about the future."

"I'm not going to, either," I decided, though I wasn't entirely convinced I'd be able to keep that promise to myself. We smiled at each other across the table, and I took her hand, grasping it firmly.

We spent the next hour talking about our lives, school, our families, getting to know each other in a way we never really had before. She was just as smart one-on-one as she'd always been in class, and I discovered we both shared a lot of the same views on politics, religion, and a bunch of the other important issues. We'd also both voted for the same NDP candidate in the federal election that had just happened, though unfortunately she hadn't won.

We were waiting for the bill when Emma spoke up.

"So, can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure, of course."

"Do you know why everyone thought you were gay? Have you ever had a gay experience, or was it a reputation totally forged out of whole cloth?"

I sighed. "I honestly don't know. I've never been interested in guys, never had a gay experience, never had anything even close to what happened last week happen with me and another guy. It's not a reputation I was ever aware of before Eric clued me in, right around the time Allie invited me to the first sleepover."

Emma nodded thoughtfully. "I always thought you were cute. Most of the girls do. It's the hair, the clothes, the way you always look so perfectly groomed and are so well-mannered. If you're not grunting and scratching your balls and talking about how much you want to fuck anything that moves, people just assume you're not like everyone else, I guess."

"Society says that it's abnormal for guys not to show interest in sex, and abnormal for girls to show too much interest."

"I know! It's so dumb."

"I guess my answer is that I was always interested in sex and girls and dating. I was just too scared and insecure to show it, which is why tonight is my first real date at 18."

"What about Heather Schwartz?"

"She doesn't count."

Emma giggled. "I heard it was awkward. I'm happy to offer you a do-over."

"And I thank you for that. You were always the girl I wanted, anyway. I always figured you had it all; looks, brains, personality. Why did you never date before?" I was genuinely curious.

Emma smiled. "Thank you for the compliment. To answer your question, before I was 16 my parents probably wouldn't have allowed it anyway. But after that, I don't know, I guess I just was focused on school and my friends and my social life. I always assumed that a boyfriend would distract away from the things I really wanted to be doing."

"I get that," I jumped in. "I also used to assume that a girlfriend was the old 'ball and chain' or whatever, like you hear comedians joking about. I was happy with the life I was leading and didn't need anything extra. But I guess I never figured out that your girlfriend could also be a friend, someone you really actually like spending time with. I still don't know if I know what makes a good girlfriend, but I've learned a lot from you girls in the past couple of months."

"I've learned a lot from having you around, too. I've always kind of been a little intimidated by the kinds of guys Mia has dated, but you're so non-threatening and easy-to-talk to. It's felt safe exploring a bit with you over the past little while."

"And I have no idea how I wound up this lucky, but it's been amazing for me, too," I answered. "I never, ever expected to wind up with four girls fooling around with me before I'd even had my first real date with one of them."

"Another milestone checked off for both of us. Thanks for being my first date."

"You're welcome, and I'm very grateful for that."

"What about you, why did you wait so long?" she asked.

"I was always scared of girls I liked," I said, cringing internally at the self-awareness of how I used to be. "I could hang around Allie no problem, because there was never any sexual tension between us. But if I liked a girl, I became a stammering idiot around her, so for the most part I just stayed away. If nothing else, the sleepovers have been good for me for demystifying the opposite sex. You girls are just like us guys; different, but a lot of the things I thought were guy things are probably actually human things."

"I get that," Emma replied. "I was always jealous of those girls who could flirt effortlessly with boys, and whom all the boys seemed to like. No one ever seemed to notice me, so I just assumed I wasn't pretty enough."

"I always liked you," I blurted. "You were one of the ones I was scared of."

Emma blinked, processing this. "That's so nice of you to say," she finally said, smiling. "Why?"

"Because you're so smart, and you're beautiful. I was always attracted to your brain more than anything else. I just was too scared to do anything about it."

"Thank you. You're a sweetheart." She turned her tea upside down, finishing it. "I can't say I ever felt the same about you, but that's not personal. I assumed you were off-limits, since you weren't into girls, so I never considered you an option. But you're a handsome guy, I've liked everything I've learned about you since getting to know you, and I want to keep getting to know you more."

We looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Emma's green eyes were shining and she looked happy. Just then the waitress brought our cheque, which I paid, and then we turned to leave.

We walked holding hands to her Dad's car, a green Pontiac Grand Prix, and climbed in. The nighttime cold was biting by this point in the year, and we were both shivering as the engine warmed up.

"Where to?" she asked. "I've got an hour and a bit before I have to be back for curfew."

"I don't know. I've got parents at home, so I don't know if I want to go to the embarrassment of introducing you on the first date."

"Agreed, one embarrassing parental milestone was enough for one night. I'd take you back to my place, but they're not going to be down for letting us do what I have in mind. Do you want to try to find somewhere private?"

I stared at her. "That sounds amazing."

Emma put the car in gear and drove off. I didn't know where she was going; in fact I had no idea where the local lovers' lane was, if it even existed. I'd never thought about it as a problem before, but I had the hard realization that I'd taken empty houses and Mrs. Wang's unknowing permissiveness for granted over the past few months.

I kept stealing glances over at Emma as we drove in a nervous silence. She looked cool and in control behind the wheel, but I kept catching her eye at stop lights as she looked over at me. I could feel the anticipation building in the car, feel the sexual tension rising in the air, as we both knew what lay ahead once we found a quiet spot. But the fact that we didn't have any truly private space to turn to was a real problem. I suddenly understood why Eric and Ashley had been so willing to go so far in a car at the drive-in with two other people right there - desperation makes people do desperate things.

Emma drove out to the far outskirts of town, down by the highway, winding up in a neighbourhood with a bunch of new-build factories and warehouses. I'd never really been down here before, but the area looked deserted, with most of the complexes having vast, empty parking lots on a Friday night. I was already hard by the time she finally turned the car into a parking lot seemingly at random. I could sense her excitement as I looked at her, her breathing seeming shallow and her face flushed even in the low light. I wondered to myself if her pussy was already wet with anticipation, and I wondered if I'd get to find out tonight.

The place Emma had selected was quiet, fairly brightly lit but completely empty. She drove around to the building's loading dock, in behind, out of view of the street, then put the car in park, leaving it running.

"Can you turn the lights off?" I asked, looking at the reflection of our headlights on the building.

Emma fiddled with the controls for a moment. "Looks like no. The daytime running lights look like they're always on, unless we turn the car off, but I think we need that for heat. It's too cold out otherwise."

"Agreed. Hope we don't get noticed." I leaned over and kissed her. The softness of her lips instantly had me fully turned on, my cock throbbing involuntarily.

"Back seat?" she asked after a moment.

"Sounds good."

We climbed into the back, where Emma lay down across the seat. I lay beside her, and we started slowly making out.

I had no real expectations of how far things would go tonight. I knew we weren't likely to have sex, and even if she wanted to, I didn't want this to be my first time. But I was excited to see where the boundaries lay.

We made out for a good fifteen minutes or more, our lips and tongues exploring each other's mouths, our legs intertwined. Emma's body was cold in the frigid car, but the heat between her legs told me all I needed to know about how much she was enjoying being here. For my part, I decided not to be shy about my erection, letting it press into her thigh, not consciously humping against her but also not minding if she could feel it. I kept alternating between kissing her lips and the nape of her neck, which I remembered from the sauna that she'd liked. Her body language told me that she still really did.

In time I grew bolder, and I decided to move my hand, which had been wrapped around her, onto her breast. She sighed into my mouth as I made contact, and I took its soft weight into my hand, feeling around for her nipple through her padded bra. Emma responded by running her hand down onto my ass, grabbing it firmly and squeezing it.

In time I grew bolder still, figuring I was cleared to go at least as far as I had done last weekend, so I reached behind to Emma's back and unhooked her bra. At least partially to my surprise, she immediately pulled back from me and sat up momentarily, quickly doing a shimmy under her sweater and then tossing the bra out from underneath.

"Impressive," I commented.

Emma scoffed. "All girls know how to do that." She lay back down and guided my hand back to her breast, which now felt unrestrained in her sweater. I could feel its shape in my hand, trying to memorize every contour as she started kissing me even more fervently.

After several more minutes of this my erection was starting to get uncomfortable in my khakis, so I surreptitiously shifted and adjusted myself until my boner was standing up in my trousers. I then leaned back in to Emma's leg, not deliberately humping her leg, but also not not doing it. I could feel her hips rocking against my leg too, and the hot spot between her legs had equally started almost imperceptibly grinding into my thigh.

Inspired, I reached my hand up Emma's shirt. She winced a bit as my hand made contact with the bare skin of her tummy.

"Are you okay?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious.

"Your hands are just cold," she answered. "But yeah, I'm okay. You can touch me."

With permission granted, I let my hand slide further north, and then I found Emma's bare breasts, two mounds of soft, warm flesh topped by noticeably hard nipples. I explored them gently with my fingertips as Emma sighed and squirmed in my arms. Then, further emboldened, I started lifting the waist of her sweater up. I was watching for signs of reluctance or resistance, but finding none, I lifted her top over her breasts, then pulled back, admiring them visually for the first time.

Emma's tits were medium-sized, and truthfully in the low light I couldn't make out much detail, but my brain was still overloaded just at the idea that I was getting to see them. I looked up and caught Emma's eye as she watched me looking at her.

"The way you look at me makes me feel sexy," she said quietly.

"You are sexy. I can't even believe I'm here right now, with you," I answered.

"Will you take your shirt off?" she asked. "I'd love to see more of you, too."

I sat up briefly, removing my shirt as she removed hers. We then curled back into each other, and I could feel the soft warmth of her skin pressing into mine. I kept touching her naked breasts, not wanting to forget a moment of where I was or what I was doing.

We probably lay like that for another ten minutes, heatedly making out, feeling her up and letting her hands roam all over me. Apart from the lack of self-stimulation, we were now as far as we'd gone together, and I had it in the back of my mind that I didn't know how much farther we could get away with going tonight. I'd never had this problem before - I'd always basically just done what the girl wanted to do, in my limited experience - but part of me wanted to savour the journey with Emma instead of just rushing to the end.

And that lasted right up until Emma reached down and grabbed my dick.

I was shocked at first, but she was really touching it, trying hard to feel me up through my khakis. To be honest, it wasn't doing a whole lot, since it probably would need to be fully out for her to stroke me properly, but the fact that she was doing it at all, that she wanted my cock, was a massive turn-on. I once again assumed that I had consent to go farther, and I reached down between her legs. Since she was lying on her side, nothing felt like it was in the same place as when I'd touched Mia, so I felt around blindly for a moment before Emma grabbed my hand and firmly guided it right to her clit.

I didn't know what I'd been expecting, but Emma's button was hard through her leggings, much larger than Mia's had been, so much that I could almost feel its shape beneath my fingertips. She moaned, deeply and gutterally, as I touched her, and picked up speed on her rubbing of my dick, which still wasn't nearly enough to make me cum, but which I appreciated anyway. I felt around more down there. Mia's clit had been barely discernible as I touched it through her pants, but Emma's was obvious, and it was noticeably erect, in a way that was comparable to how I was feeling. She was moaning as I started rubbing it, the same noises I'd heard her making a week ago.

"We're being watched," she suddenly whispered.

"What?"

Emma sat up with a start, grabbing her sweater and covering up her chest. "There's a security guard standing up there on the loading dock, watching us."

I looked, but I couldn't see anything from where I was laying. Emma, though, was already throwing her sweater on. She hastily climbed into the front seat, put the car in gear and drove away as I lay still on the back seat, shirtless, erect, and in shock.

Once we were back on the road, Emma started laughing. "Well, that's a story, anyway."

"You okay up there?" I asked.

"Apart from the fact that I'm driving in my sock feet with no bra in the winter, yeah, I'm fine. Maybe a little distracted from whatever you'd call the female version of blue balls, but whatever. I guess it's a risk you take, getting heated in a semi-public place."

I reached down as she was talking, sliding a hand into my underwear and touching my dick in the darkness for the first time. It was wet with precum and absolutely throbbing, and it took a huge force of will to stop touching it before she noticed. "Should we find somewhere else to go to continue our date?"

"I'd love to," Emma answered, "but my curfew is only a half-hour away anyway. I probably should drop you at home and then get back before I get into trouble."

I sighed heavily. "Fair enough. I'll just throw my boots back on here and try not to be too embarrassed."

"Aww, don't be embarrassed," she said sympathetically. "We'll have more chances again in the future. And besides, I bet we looked hot. That security guard is gonna jerk off thinking about us tonight."

I said nothing, but in my head I marvelled again at Emma's dirty mind. I really liked the way her brain worked, the way she wasn't ever shy about letting me know that she was just as horny and sex-obsessed as I often felt.

We pulled over ahead so that Emma could put her bra and boots and winter coat back on, then she drove me back to my place. We made out for a minute or so again in my driveway before we called it a night. I was disappointed with how quickly the night had ended, but it was still a successful first date.

I raced upstairs when I got home, whipped my dick out, and finally relieved all the pressure Emma had built up, thinking about her little clit erect beneath my fingertips, her naked breasts pressing into my chest, and her little sighs and moans dying in my mouth. After ten minutes of jerking off or so, I also wondered idly if she was rubbing one out at home, too, at the same time - I knew how turned on she'd been, I knew from last weekend that she was a practised expert on getting herself off, and I knew from Allie that she was the proud owner of a new vibrator. I hoped in the back of my mind that she was rubbing one out along with me, and it was picturing her doing it to herself that finally sent me over the edge.

After I'd finished, I lay there, thinking. It had been a great first date with a girl that I'd fancied forever, and the easy physical chemistry we'd shared had still been there in spades one-on-one. Talking to her had been easy, there had been no awkward silences, and I felt like she was easily my intellectual equal, or more likely my superior. I was just as smitten up close as I'd ever been in the past admiring her from afar.

And yet. She was leaving for England in nine months. I knew on some level that most high school relationships didn't survive the transition to university unless both partners were at the same school, and even then not always. I could accept that I wasn't likely to marry the first girl I dated. But I didn't know if I could commit my heart to a girl in a relationship that had a known, rather than an unknown, expiration date.

I wanted a girlfriend. I wanted to know what it was like falling in love, and I really did like Emma, now even more than before. I could see myself dating her, loving her, losing our virginities with each other. But how could I commit myself to that future, knowing that it was all going to inevitably end?

I woke up the next morning feeling like I needed to talk to someone about it. I wasn't willing to go to any of the girls in the sleepover group, because it felt somehow like breaking off one of them - choosing one of them - was a betrayal of the group dynamic. Mia and Shauna had both made it clear they didn't want me like that, and Allie wasn't the type for heartfelt, soul-baring conversations even if she wasn't annoyed at me, and even if I wasn't still mulling over the fact that she'd had a crush on me at one point. I'm sure I could have talked to Eric about it, but I knew he was just as inexperienced as I was on a lot of levels. So that only left one person.

"That is a problem," Carly mused, late the next afternoon after I'd explained the situation to her. We were working together at the men's wear store this weekend, and we'd gotten through a hectic day. The store was now deserted fifteen minutes after closing. She was doing the end-of-day financial reconciliation while I went around re-folding clothes and tidying up.

"I don't know what to do," I agreed.

"How comfortable are you with me being honest and up front with you?" she asked. "I know you've been pretty repressed in the past, but if I'm going to talk to you about dating, I'd like to be honest."

"Let's say no unnecessary details, but otherwise you can tell me whatever you want."

"Cool." She finished the tally she was working on, then put the day's cash into a bank deposit bag. "Do you remember my ex-boyfriend Josh?"

"Of course. You guys dated for over a year, right?"

"Yeah. He was my first serious boyfriend, and when we were in high school I think we both expected it would last forever. We talked about getting married someday. On some level I still love him, and I always will. But people change.

"He went off to school in Ottawa in September and I stayed here, and even though it wasn't anything like an ocean apart from each other like you and Emma would be, it's still far enough away that it was hours of long distance. But we thought we were strong enough. We parted ways this past September still believing we'd be together forever, determined to make a long-distance relationship work."

"So what happened?"

"We both got to college and realized just how much more there is to life than high school. Your courses, your grades and your friends seem like the most important things in the entire world to you when that's all you've ever known. By the end of orientation week at college we were both already being tempted by what else is out there. Have you ever heard of the turkey dump?"

"What?" I stared.

Carly laughed. "Thanksgiving weekend is the first break you get from college, six weeks into the term. Traditionally it's when all the old high school couples break up with each other, because that's the first time you see each other again in person after orientation. Hence, turkey dump.

"But we didn't even make it to Thanksgiving. By the second week of the term I was already ready to let loose and try seeing other people, and he was the same, so one night on the phone we told each other we were fine with opening up the relationship. That lasted until Thanksgiving. We'd both been sleeping with other people, and when he turkey dumped me, it wasn't a shock, because I'd been planning to do the same to him."

"And you both were okay with that?" I asked. "It sounds so callous."

Carly shrugged. "Maybe it was, but it was the right decision. We both were ready to see what else was out there, and if we hadn't broken up we both would have cheated on each other, which would have ended things anyway. College O-week means tons of horny kids away from home for the first time and looking to score, and it's not at all difficult to find temptation even if you're not looking for it. Josh and I left the door open to get back together someday, and it's conceivable we will. But we both needed to sow some wild oats for a bit.

I slept around a little in the fall, gained a little experience with other boys, and now I'm dating Andrew and I really like him. He's different from Josh, better in some ways, less in others, but different. Without a wide range of experience before you settle down, how else would you know what you like? How else would you know if the first partner you ever loved was the right one for the rest of your life?"

"I thought you weren't easy," I jabbed playfully.

Carly stuck out her tongue at me. "You're my little brother. I have to uphold my reputation within the family. But for what it's worth, Andrew and I haven't had sex yet. It's been fun taking it slow with a new guy."

"Thanks for opening up, I appreciate it."

"I haven't even gotten to my point yet." She finished with the finances and put the journals in the store safe, then grabbed the cash in a bag. "Are you done with the inventory and the cleaning?"

"Just about finished."

"Great, I'll grab our coats, and when you're done we can walk to the bank together to deposit the money." She did so as I finished tidying up, then we headed out into the street to make the short walk to the Royal Bank.

"So what's the point?" I asked once we were underway.

"I don't regret it," she said simply. "It was hard breaking up with someone I loved. I definitely cried, I definitely rebounded hard afterwards, but it was the right decision. Alfred Lord Tennyson said, 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all,' and I totally get that saying having been through it.

"Josh was my first real love, my first real boyfriend, my first time having sex, and I wouldn't trade those experiences for anything. I can cherish those memories without having the need to make more of them, and I know he feels the same way about me. If you like this Emma and she likes you, then date her, fall in love with her, dive headfirst into it. Why not?"

"Because I know the carriage turns into a pumpkin again in September," I countered. "You and Josh at least could tell yourselves that you were going to last forever. I don't have that luxury."

Carly considered this. "That's a fair point. But September is ages away. I think my advice still stands. Or if you don't like it, then date Mia. She's obviously into you."

"Well..." Carly had opened up to me, and I decided to do the same. Over the course of the walk to the bank and then home, I told her everything. I didn't get into any sexual details I knew she wouldn't want to hear, but I gave her enough that she was fully aware of what was going on in my life. We were back at the house by the time I finished, and Carly was staring at me in open-mouthed shock.

"I had no idea you were such a player," she finally said.

"I'm not. I just fell into a rather unique situation. Don't get me wrong, it's been fun, but I really just want a girlfriend."

"You know that having a girlfriend probably means being faithful to her, right? It's different with a group of girls at a sleepover, but if you're dating one of them, you're going to lose access to the rest of your harem."

"Not a harem. And yeah, I know. I'm fine with that."

"Do you like Mia?" Carly asked.

"Yeah. I do. She scares me sometimes, but in a good way. If she hadn't aggressively told me so many times she wasn't an option, I'd probably be looking at her as one."

"Okay. Do you like Shauna?"

"Not in that way. She's the one I know the least, and I don't think a relationship would work since she's so repressed and religious. But she's definitely cute."

"I get that. And do you like Allie?" Carly finished with the hard one, eyeing me carefully.

"I don't know. It's complicated."

"Well, you're going to do what you're going to do. But I wouldn't worry too much about the future. You're 18, you're in high school. Throw yourself into it and enjoy yourself. If you never let yourself take risks because you're scared of getting hurt, you're also never going to fall in love with anyone. True love means allowing yourself to be vulnerable."

"Thanks, Carly." I gave my sister a big hug.

"You're welcome. Glad I could help."

"One more question?"

"Sure."

"Ever have sleepovers with your friends like the ones I've been to?"

Carly blushed, giggling. "We were never allowed to have boys over. But... yeah. I have. And I'm not telling you anything more than that."

"I don't need to know. I was just curious if the girls I know are typical."

"I'm sure they are. We all have our boy-crazy phases in life, and we're just as obsessed with sex as the boys are. Beyond that, I'm going to plead the fifth."

"Fair enough. Thanks again for this."

"Any time, little brother."

Even after the conversation, I was still feeling conflicted. I liked Emma immensely, but I couldn't figure out if I could let myself go enough to commit to being with her. We hadn't officially said that we were boyfriend and girlfriend, either, and I felt like that was the first thing I had to straighten out before we moved forward.

Mia, though, beat me to it.

That night, I was laying around the basement late at night, watching TV. My eyelids were growing heavy, and I was just thinking about going up to bed, when I heard a noise in the yard. Curious, I got up, going over to the back door, and to my absolute shock, there she was.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Can I come in?" Mia looked oddly animated despite the late hour.

"Be my guest."

I ushered her into the basement, taking her coat. She was wearing the black top and pencil skirt combo I'd seen her wear when she was heading out to work, so I assumed she was coming from there.

"What brings you over here so late?" I asked curiously, ushering her into the basement. She took a seat on the couch, curling her legs beneath her, and I shut the TV off.

"Forgive me, but I need a favour," she answered. "You and Emma aren't officially dating yet, right?"

"Nope."

"What are you thinking in that department?"

"We had our first date yesterday and it went well, but we haven't said we're boyfriend and girlfriend, nor have we decided if we're having a second date. I'm planning to ask her, but it hasn't happened yet."

"That's similar to what she told me about it. She said she had a good time, and it got me thinking. If the two of you wind up as boyfriend and girlfriend... well..."

Mia looked flustered, which was surprising to me, because she'd always seemed so cool and in control whenever we'd hung out in the past.

"What's on your mind?" I asked. "You can tell me."

She took a breath, exhaling deeply. "OK. Do you know what ovulation is?"

"I've heard the term before, probably in sex ed or something, but no, I don't."

"Well, you know girls have a monthly cycle. Everyone knows we get periods, but our hormones are in flux throughout the month, which is why we get libido peaks and valleys, as opposed to guys, who are more consistent. Ovulation is the time of the month where our bodies have released an egg and we're able to get pregnant. Despite all the teen pregnancy lectures all girls get during puberty, we can actually only get pregnant for a couple of days a month."

"That makes sense, but I'm confused why you came over at midnight to tell me this."

"When we're ovulating, our hormones go into overdrive. Our bodies are basically screaming at us to go get laid. It's honestly insane how horny I get during those couple days a month."

"Okay..."

"You know how you asked me last month if it was ever going to happen again between us?"

My heart started racing immediately. "Yes?"

"I'm ovulating right now. I was fucking feral at work. I was mentally undressing cute guys and girls in the restaurant all night while I was bored at the hostess stand or busing tables. I kept fantasizing about sucking your dick, and you eating my cunt out. I took my panties off at one point since they were uncomfortably wet, and I went commando the rest of the night, which only made me hornier."

Jesus, I thought. I've never heard a girl use the c-word to describe her genitals before. And I wonder if she's still commando under that skirt.

"If we'd had a private staff bathroom," she continued, "I would have gone and rubbed a few orgasms out in it, just to take the edge off. But we don't; we only have the customer bathroom, and it's too busy to get away with it. Even then, I was almost tempted into doing it anyway. And despite my best efforts, I can't get your stupid offer to go down on me out of my head. So..." she trailed off, still looking flustered.

"Is that why you came here?"

"I should have gone straight home, but my hormone-drunk brain somehow made me walk to your place instead. You've heard of guys thinking with the little head instead of the big one? My little head's a lot littler than a guy's is, but it's still fully capable of taking over from time to time."

"So you're wet and horny right now?"

Mia grunted in frustration. "Your naivete is usually charming, but I'm too impatient for it tonight, Justin. I'm not going to be the other woman, but if you and Emma aren't officially dating yet, and you're not required to be faithful to each other, and if your offer to eat me out is still there, then I'd like to take you up on it."

I was momentarily seized with second thoughts, given how well the date with Emma had gone, but I reminded myself that it was only a week ago that we'd all gotten off together in Allie's basement. These girls were all friends, and besides, Emma and I weren't officially together. I hoped I wasn't about to ruin my chances with her, but the pheromones emanating from the girl a few feet away were having enough of an effect on me to seriously impair my judgment.

"Sure." What the hell.

Mia immediately spread her legs on the couch beside me, which immediately answered my question about if she was still going commando. I was thankful I'd left a lamp on in the basement, because I could see her slit in full detail this time, and it was soaked, with visible moisture coating her mound and inner thighs. The pink butterfly wings of her labia were spread open, her clit was hard and peeking out from under its hood, and her whole area looked completely primed and ready for action.

"My God," I whispered. "She's beautiful."

"Thanks," she replied shyly. "Do you have a towel? I don't want to ruin your couch."

I got up and went to the laundry room to grab a towel, and by the time I'd gotten back, Mia's skirt was on the floor. I handed her the towel, and she lay it down on the couch, then sat on it, spreading her legs. I knelt down on the floor in front of her and took in a view I'd never expected to see.

Mia's pussy was a thing of beauty up close, waxed smooth of hair, with prominent bright pink inner labia spread open and a bead of moisture visible between them at her opening. Her clit was tiny, just a little pink pinprick, but definitely erect and prominent. Her whole area was radiating warmth, and it had a definite scent, strong, still generally unfamiliar to me but not at all unpleasant. I looked up and caught her eye.

"Any requests?" I asked.

"I've never had this before, so I wouldn't know what to ask for," she answered timidly. "You know where my clit is, and you didn't have any problem with beginner's luck last time, so just do whatever feels right. I'll guide you if I need something different."

I was a novice at this, but I'd fantasized about going down on girls as long as I could remember, so I enthusiastically buried my face in Mia's womanhood. The taste was, again, something which I had no frame of reference for comparison, but I liked it, slightly sweet, slightly tangy. I licked down at the bottom of her opening, getting a taste of her moisture, then I let my tongue explore her inner labia for a minute, taking her butterfly wings into my mouth, gently sucking on them.

After a moment, Mia's hands grasped me by the back of my head, guiding me upwards, letting me know what she wanted. I slid my index and middle finger on my right hand into her pussy, feeling for and finding her G-spot, and started to rub it as my tongue found her clit. I started rapidly flicking the tip of my tongue over it, and out of nowhere, Mia yelped and squeezed her legs against my head. I felt an intense pulsating on my fingers, so strong as to be borderline uncomfortable.

I pulled back once she was done, removing my fingers and looking up at her. "Did you just cum?" I asked in disbelief.

Mia buried her face in her hands, unable to look at me. "Uh, maybe."

"That's incredible!"

"No, it's not. It's embarrassing. I'm a two-pump chump. A two-lick chick. God. I'm so pathetic."

"No, seriously. That was awesome. Don't be embarrassed."

She took a breath and had a full body shudder. "Well, now you know another dirty little secret about girls. Guys aren't the only ones capable of premature orgasms. I've never had it happen to me before, but I know girls who have. We usually can hide it better than guys can when it happens, but it's possible."

"I've always been worried about that," I confessed. "It's honestly really helpful to know girls can get them too."

"I've been on the edge for hours," she said breathlessly. "I always get insanely horny when I'm ovulating, but for some reason this month has been on another level. It feels like I've been possessed by the slut demon."

I laughed. "Hey, it suits me. Do you want another orgasm?"

"Yes." Mia's face was dead serious. "No matter how many you give me tonight, it's not going to be enough."

"I'm willing to die trying."

"Bless you, Justin." She guided my face back between her legs.

I resumed licking her clit and fingering her. Mia's wetness was soon coating my face. She was sighing under her breath, writhing and grinding her hips into me, trying to maximize pressure on her clit. I couldn't really see much from where I was, but I could hear her swearing under her breath, moaning my name, and seeming way out of control.

Going down on a girl was just as much fun as I'd always fantasized about. I loved the taste, the smell, the way I could feel her body responding to everything I was doing to it. I loved the way her smooth, hard clit felt under the tip of my tongue. I loved the gentle squeezing of her vaginal walls that I could feel against my fingers as I rubbed inside of her. And most of all, I loved that Mia was letting me do something this personal and this intimate to her; something no man had done to her before.

By this point I had a raging erection from the knowledge of where my face and my fingers were, but I was doing my best to ignore it. I wanted to take my time and truly focus on sending her into orbit. My world had become making Mia Tyler climax.

It wasn't long before I felt the pulsating on my fingers again as Mia had a second orgasm, screaming out into the dark basement, and shortly after, a third, the loudest one yet. After the third one, she finally gently pushed against my forehead, signalling me to stop. I pulled back, stretching my jaw muscles. I was ready for a break, but I'd happily go again for her if she wanted.

"How was that?" I asked. I noticed a little wet spot on the towel below Mia's ass.

"Fucking hell, Justin. Incredible. I have no idea how that was your first time doing that."

"Glad you liked." I felt proud of myself.

"Give me a minute to catch my breath, and then I'll return the favour, okay?"

I hadn't even considered that Mia was going to offer to suck me off, but my heart immediately started racing and my cock throbbed in response. "Sounds, uh, great," I stammered, coolly. "I hadn't even expected anything in return, but I'll take it if it's being offered."

"You're something else, Justin. I have no idea what I did to deserve having a guy like you being this selfless. I'm used to selflessness being expected of me, but it's really unfamiliar being on the receiving end of it."

"Well, you wanted me badly enough to come over unannounced on a Saturday night, right? It's the least I could do."

"The least you could do would be nothing, which would fall in line with all my exes. So thank you."

"Can I ask how many times you've gotten off today?"

Mia counted in her head. "Including the three you just gave me? Seven."

"That's incredible. How do you know when to stop?"

She shrugged. "We don't get the immediate drop-off that men do after an orgasm. The best way I can describe it is that with each orgasm in a session, the amount of effort it takes to have another one goes up, and the amount of pleasure it gives you when it happens goes down. I could always keep going and try to have a dozen or more. I've done it before, and my body is capable of it, but after a while it's just not worth the effort."

"Fascinating."

"Will you cuddle with me for a bit before I blow you?"

I was a little surprised, as Mia had never wanted anything even remotely romantic from me before, but I was down. I climbed onto the couch, laying beside her and wrapping her tiny body in my arms.

Just then, I heard footsteps overhead. I was a little bit apprehensive about who might be up, and that apprehension turned to blind panic when I heard the door to the basement opening. Mia and I bolted upright, and she ran, bottomless, for the furnace room as I sat up on the couch, adjusting the bulge in my pyjamas so that it wouldn't be so blatantly obvious.

I suddenly noticed Mia's skirt lying in the middle of the basement floor and the towel on the couch, and I quickly snatched them both, stuffing the skirt into the sofa cushions and throwing the towel in the direction of the laundry room, just as Mom appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"Justin?" Mom asked, sleepily. "Did I hear someone yelling?"

"I don't think so, Mom."

"It sounded like a girl screaming down here. You're sure you didn't hear anything?"

"Nope," I lied.

"Well, maybe I dreamed it." Mom looked around for a minute. "What on earth are you doing down here with the TV off?"

"Uh, I was just coming to bed."

"Sounds good, honey. It's late."

Mom turned to head back upstairs, watching and waiting for me to follow. I didn't want to leave Mia half-naked down here, and I also didn't want to stand up and risk having my raging erection shift in my bottoms, so I quickly told another lie.

"I'm just going to head to the bathroom. I'll be up in two minutes."

Mom headed upstairs, and I immediately went back to Mia, who was hiding in the darkness behind the furnace.

"All clear?" she asked.

"I think so."

"Do you have my skirt? I'm feeling a little exposed here, what with my pussy hanging out and all."

"I stuffed it in the couch. Come on."

We headed back into the rec room, where I retrieved Mia's skirt and handed it to her. She quickly put it back on, and once she was dressed, she turned to face me.

"I guess you have to go upstairs, huh?"

I nodded. "Can I get a rain check on that blowjob?"

"Of course. I'll look forward to giving it to you some time." She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me, deeply, passionately. It was the first time I'd kissed her for real, more than a peck on the lips. It made me feel close to her.

Finally, she pulled back. "You taste like pussy, and that's so fucking hot. Are you sure I can't suck you off?"

"I fucking wish. But Mom's up now, and she'll come back down to check on me if I don't come upstairs."

"Pity." She checked her watch. "I should be getting home, anyway. My mom's usually home from work around 1:30 AM, and if I'm not home when she gets there she'll freak out. I haven't been home since I got off work, I didn't leave a note, and she knows I take the bus by myself."

"Do you want an escort home? I could try to sneak out somehow."

Mia smiled again, melting my heart a little. "I appreciate that. But it's not far, and I'm a big girl. I can handle myself." She headed for the back door, sliding her shoes on and then wrapping me in a hug. "I'm glad your Mom didn't notice my shoes and purse at the door."

"Me too. I don't think she was fully awake, but I don't want to push our luck, despite my terrible case of blue balls."

"I'm truly sorry you've gotta deal with that, and I hope you'll think of me when you're jerking off later."

"I promise I will."

Mia smiled sweetly. "I'm so lucky to have a guy like you in my life, Justin. Thanks again, and don't hesitate to ask me any time for that BJ. I'd love to try to swallow that big, hard cock of yours."

My erection throbbed angrily in my pyjamas, but I only leaned over and kissed Mia again, short but passionate, then saw her out. I headed upstairs, carefully shielding my boner in case Mom was still up, and getting back into my room as quickly as I could manage. I could still taste Mia on my lips, and as soon as I was safely in my room, I went to town, jerking off hard and fast and cumming within a matter of minutes.

I lay in bed after, catching my breath, scarcely able to believe what had happened. I was proud of how quickly I'd picked up on the basics of oral sex, and I'd really enjoyed making Mia cum three times. I wasn't even that disappointed about myself - I truly did want to know what it felt like to receive a blowjob, and in the moment I would have said yes, but now that my big head was in charge again, I was conflicted as to whether I should someday booty call Mia back, or save my first time for Emma.

The next morning, I found Carly having breakfast alone, and I quietly joined her at the table.

"I thought you said Mom and Dad never come down late at night when you have guys over," I complained.

"They never have with me. Why, did you get caught last night?"

"Not exactly, but Mom interrupted us. Mia had to run and hide, and I'm just glad Mom didn't notice the purse and flats at the back door. I hadn't been concerned about being caught, because you told me I didn't have to worry."

Carly shot me a look. "Tell your girlfriends not to scream so loudly, and you won't have problems," she retorted. "I could hear Mia from two storeys up, so I'm not surprised Mom came down to investigate. Chill out, man. I don't want you two ruining it for both of us."

"I'll try, but I don't think she could help it." I tried and failed to suppress a smirk.

"I'm happy for her," she replied, laughing, "but just keep in mind that the reason I've never been caught is that when other people are around, I put a sock in it. Tell her not to cum loudly enough to wake the dead next time. If she wants tips on how to keep quiet, I'm happy to talk to her."

I shot my sister a look. I appreciated the offer, but I didn't want to think about her cumming, loudly or otherwise.

"Glad you had fun, anyway," Carly added knowingly. "I don't want to think about you in that way, but from the sounds of it, you're not the kind of guy who doesn't care if his girl has a good time, and that makes me happy."

"I care, and yes, let's stop talking before this gets any more awkward."

Later on, I reached out to Emma on ICQ Messenger, and for once, I found her online. We agreed to meet up after I was done with jazz band practice on Tuesday - she'd been wanting to meet with one of her teachers after school anyway to go over material in anticipation of an upcoming test, so it was a good opportunity with both of us staying late.

Monday dawned cold and bright. I had a nothing of a school day, and I waited for Mia after English class. We headed for our lockers together at the end of the day.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, keeping her voice low so as not to be overheard. "I'm a little embarrassed about coming over unannounced on the weekend, but you were so amazing. As good as I'd always fantasized about."

"Oh, you're welcome. It was my pleasure. You were satisfied after?"

"No, but I was never going to be, and I had number eight thinking about you before going to sleep that night. Trust me, I could have broken that talented tongue of yours clean off."

"I can think of worse ways to die."

She giggled. "I'm a little jealous of Emma if you wind up dating her. She's not going to know what hit her."

"Does she like me like that?" I asked hopefully.

Mia looked away, looking conflicted.

"Is that a no?"

"Um... let me put it this way. You know she's going away to school in the fall, right? To England?"

"Yeah, she's mentioned it."

Mia hemmed and hawed.

"What?" I asked.

"She's the one you like, isn't she? The girl you mentioned before who didn't like you back?"

I thought for a minute. "Yeah. How did you know?"

"She told me about the misunderstanding with the dance, and it clicked for me with all the things you've told me. But if you like Emma like that, then... um... well, it's not my place to tell you this. But I don't want you to get hurt, either, so here goes.

"Emma is a singularly-minded girl, and ever since I've known her, since we were 14, she's been focused on doing whatever is necessary to get into Oxford. It's been her dream since childhood, and I've never once seen her deviate from that."

"Yeah, we've talked about it," I interrupted.

"She mentioned you had, and that's good she's been up front about it. It's just... I don't think Emma wants a boyfriend. At least, not in the way you're thinking. I think she wants some sexual experience, I think she wants to try dating, and I think she doesn't want to leave for England feeling like she's never been kissed before.

"But I don't know if she's emotionally available to fall in love with you, or with anyone. I think she'd see it as a distraction from the goal she's had since she was a kid. She's going to meet and fall in love with a posh Oxford boy once she gets there, and anything she does here is just practice leading up to that."

I considered this. "I sort of got that impression from her after talking to her about the whole thing, and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a consideration; in fact, my sister and I had a fairly in-depth conversation about it. But I do really like her, and I think she likes me, regardless, so I think I'm going to try to go into it guardedly. I don't want to get hurt, but if I don't put myself out there at all, then I can't ever fall for someone, right?"

Mia locked eyes with me. "I care about you, Justin. Do whatever you think is best, but don't get hurt, okay?"

"I'll do my best."

"I'm not trying to be a bitch about this. I hope it goes well with Emma. I'm not trying to keep you apart, and I'm glad she was honest with you. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"I'm going in eyes-open. I promise."

Mia hugged me deeply, and then we split up for the day. I walked home, trying and failing to get her warnings out of my head. What should I do now? I asked myself. I still liked Emma a lot, but Mia was seeming to be letting me in deeper and deeper every time I saw her, and I was no closer to figuring out how I was feeling about Allie, either.

On Tuesday afternoon, after I'd finished up the band, I left the room to find Emma lurking in the hallway.

"Good to see you!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me, more intensely than I was expecting to given the public setting.

"So what's the plan?" I asked once she'd released me.

"Dinner?" she replied. "I don't want to go for anything too expensive, but a sandwich or a burger somewhere would be nice."

There was a Mr. Sub not far from the school, so we quickly headed over there, buying sandwiches and drinks. Emma insisted on paying since I'd paid for the date last time, which I honestly did appreciate.

"What's on your mind?" she asked once we were safely holding down a booth together in a mostly-empty restaurant.

"I just... well. I might be overthinking things after one date. But..." Over the next few minutes, I was honest with her about my misgivings, about how I didn't know where things stood between us, about how I wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend but she was inevitably leaving next September to go overseas. Emma sat quietly the entire time, listening, taking it in, but contributing little.

When I'd finally finished, she put what was left of her sandwich down and blinked at me. "Wow," she said. "That's a lot."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. I get it." She looked lost in thought for a minute. "You know I've also never had a boyfriend before, and you know that my only sexual experience has been with you. I wasn't planning on having a boyfriend in high school, or seriously looking for one until I went away to university. But that's changed, a little, since getting closer to you.

"While I wasn't looking for a relationship, I'm not going to pass up someone cute and intelligent and empathetic like you falling unexpectedly into my lap. I've never been in love, and I'm totally up for seeing where this leads.

"But you should know that I am not willing to give up on my lifelong dream. I've worked too long and too hard, and I've dreamed about living in England since I was a little girl. Even on my first visit, I remember hanging around with my grandparents, being taken Christmas shopping at Marks & Spencer and John Lewis, and feeling like I belonged. I love tea, I love fish and chips and mushy peas, I love the Stone Roses and Black Adder. I feel like I fit over there.

"I can understand where you're coming from about being scared to let go, but I also think you're more of an over-thinker than I am, because I hadn't really thought about any of this until you brought it up."

"Sorry, again," I interjected.

"Don't be, Justin." She smiled at me. "Look. Nine months is a long time. And I really, honestly do want to get some experience under my belt before I go to college. I hadn't wanted to be the first-year girl who's never had a boyfriend. I've had a lot of fun fooling around with you, and I'd like to keep doing it, if you're up for it."

"Oh, you know I am," I grinned.

"Cool. So can we just take it one day at a time?" she asked. "Can we do what makes us happy today and not worry about tomorrow?"

"Sure. But this isn't just fooling around? This is for real?"

"Sure, why not? Like I told you, I don't want any expectations. If we fall in love, we fall in love. If we're meant to be together, we'll figure it out when the time comes."

"And before I ask, do you know about..." I trailed off.

"You eating Mia out on the weekend? Yeah. She told us all about it. You've acquired quite the reputation, you know that? It's given me something to maybe look forward to."

"And you're okay with it?"

Emma shrugged. "Why wouldn't I be? You had no obligation to be faithful to me after one date."

I let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you're not mad. So, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Of course I will."

"Cool." I was speechless, and I had no idea what else to say.

Emma just laughed. "Your legendary powers of speech have failed you, I see."

"I've liked you since we were fourteen. I had no expectations of ever being able to call you my girlfriend."

"Well, you can now." She leaned over the table and gave me a quick kiss. "Can we talk about boundaries a bit?"

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, we've been moving pretty fast together before we even really started dating," Emma mused. "If we hadn't been interrupted on Friday, I don't think we would have stopped where and when we did. So, I just wanted to actually ask you what you wanted, and what you were okay with doing with me. Uh, sexually." She swallowed the word as she spoke, coming across slightly awkwardly. I thought it was charming.

"I don't want to go all the way unless it's with a girl I'm in love with, in a relationship," I announced.

"Same with me, only with a boy," she answered. "I want my first time to be memorable. I don't care about waiting for marriage, but I don't want it to be in the back seat of a car with a security guard watching."

"But I know you want to see a guy cum, right?"

Emma blushed, looking around the restaurant to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "Shhh. Yes I do. Not so loud."

"Are you fine with being naked in front of each other?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Oral sex?"

"Since you're an expert already, yeah, that could be fun. But not right away. Let's save it for at least a bit, to give ourselves something to look forward to."

"Sounds good to me."

"And one more thing," Emma said, looking me right in the eye. I momentarily got lost in her green eyes, but I forced myself to focus.

"Yeah?"

"I don't have any problem if you keep coming to sleepovers, or if you keep messing around with my friends."

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked, letting the profanity slip out before I could catch it.

"Yeah?" She looked confused. "Here's the thing. First of all, I love my friends, and I know how good it's been for them having you around. I wouldn't dream of monopolizing all of you for myself when I know how much the others have been enjoying messing around with you, the same way that I have.

"Second, it's our second date tonight. If we wind up falling in love with each other, maybe we'll revisit it, but for now this still just kind of feels like fooling around to me. We're just escalating it with each other, and seeing each other without the other girls a little more often."

"So this is an open relationship?" I was confused.

"No!" She looked surprised at the suggestion. "If we're boyfriend and girlfriend, then I don't think either of us should be messing around with anyone else outside the group. But my friends and I are a unit. I know you've already fooled around with everyone in our group already, so I can't really be jealous about it. If it keeps happening, that's fine with me. We already share just about everything, so we can share a gay boyfriend, too."

"Not gay."

"Trust me, I know." She frowned. "I'm troubled by your reaction. It seems like this is a problem for you."

"It's not," I promised. "I'm just blown away. I'm in shock. I assumed that dating you meant that I'd be giving up on fooling around with the other girls, and I was okay with that."

"It means a lot that you would sacrifice that for me, but I kind of want to keep fooling around with them, too. That last sleepover? Fuck me. So hot." She fanned herself. "Besides, they're all virgins. None of them are going to want to go all the way with you. It's just more of the same."

I managed to pick my jaw off the floor enough to say, "Well, if that's what you want, I'm fine with it. Are you bi-curious, too?"

"I didn't think so," she answered, "but it was pretty fucking hot getting off with everybody the other night, so who knows?"

"Agreed. And besides, I don't expect anything else from Shauna, and Mia's way too unpredictable for me to have a clue what's coming. And as for Allie, I think I kind of offended her the other day, so I have no idea where things stand there."

"Yeah, she told me about that," Emma replied. "I'm sorry we didn't invite you along toy shopping with us. I wanted you to come. But Allie said she wasn't coming if there was a guy there, so we had to go along with it."

"Is she mad at me?"

"I don't think so. It didn't seem like it was personal. I think she's just operating way outside her comfort zone right now, and any pushes even further over the line are causing her a lot of anxiety. Just give her space right now, and I'm sure it'll blow over."

"And how is vibrator ownership treating you?"

Emma visibly swooned. "If the stupid thing was a little quieter and I wasn't worried about my family overhearing, I'd never leave the house. I was expecting it to be good, but not holy shit good."

I laughed. "Glad you're enjoying. I'm a little jealous there's nothing like that for guys."

"There's always your girlfriend's hands, right?" She winked again.

"Are you offering?"

"I want to watch a guy cum, remember? Want to go find somewhere private so I finally can see?"

I nodded vigorously. "But only if you'll let me return the favour."

"You drive a hard bargain, but I accept your terms." She got up, gathering up the packaging from her sandwich and carrying it over to the garbage. Once we were bundled back up, we headed out into the cold. The lake effect snow had started really coming down hard. It was the first snow of the year where it was actually starting to accumulate on the ground, and the damp chill in the air was biting.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Your place? I've got a whole family at home that isn't going to just let me waltz in with a boyfriend and give us some alone time."

"I wish," I answered. "If it was late enough I could sneak you in after my parents go to bed, and I know my sister Carly would run interference if necessary, but there's no way we could get away with it now."

"Hmmm." Emma looked lost in thought for a minute. "I have a curfew, so that's probably not an option. I don't know what to suggest. Let's just start walking. It's too cold to stand still."

"I'm starting to understand why Eric and Ashley were so willing to fool around in front of Heather and I." I briefly told Emma the story of my failed date from a few weeks ago as we started walking in the general direction of her house. When I was done, she was staring at me, looking aroused.

"Fuck, that's hot," she breathed. "I don't know Ashley or Eric that well, but I'd love to be part of something like that."

"I'm glad it didn't work out with Heather and me, and I really wish it had been you there with me," I replied truthfully. "We could have given them a run for their money."

"Man, I wish." Emma sighed deeply, leaning over just then and whispered in my ear. "You've made me wet down there, you know."

"I'll never get tired of hearing that."

"Did you jerk off after our date on Friday?"

I was a little surprised by the forthrightness of her question, but I answered honestly. "I definitely did. And I was thinking about you, hoping you were doing it at the same time."

"If you gave me enough time to get home first, then I was. The house was too quiet to get the vibe out, so I got off with my fingers. I was way too turned on not to."

"I liked feeling your clit through your leggings."

"Not as much as I liked you feeling it." She reached suddenly between my legs, feeling my package through my trousers. "I love being able to feel that you're hard. It's so erotic."

"We need to find a private spot, quick." I looked around, attempting to will a heated private cabin into existence out of thin air. It didn't work.

"Any ideas?"

I stared at her, my girlfriend, beautiful, spunky, turned on, and wanting me. I realized that I'd spent so long dreaming about being in this situation, and absolutely no time at all thinking about the logistics of what to do next! I was stumped.

"We should ask Mia or Shauna what to do next time we see them. They've both had boyfriends," I finally said.

"Shauna and Jake dated last summer," Emma responded. "I know they spent a lot of time making out in parks and forests and stuff, which, I'm not against the idea, but it's way too cold and snowy for that now."

"Agreed."

"As for Mia, her mom works at a bar. Ms. Tyler's out late five nights a week, so Mia has large amounts of alone time anyway. I don't think she ever had to worry about privacy when bringing boys home."

"Neither of those work for us, huh. So..."

We thought for a bit as we walked.

"My place, I guess," Emma finally said. "My parents have been really strict with my sister, but she's also younger, so I guess I can understand that. I guess it's time to find out if they'll give the oldest daughter a little more freedom."

We headed back to Emma's, where the biting cold en route managed to make my erection fade a little. We greeted Emma's parents when we got back, then headed for the basement rec room, where there was a TV and a couch. Good enough. We flipped on some cooking show or other for background, then attacked each other.

We'd only been making out for a minute or so when I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I instinctively pulled back before Emma's mom appeared, seemingly making herself busy with laundry in the next room in the basement.

"Hell of a time to do laundry," I whispered.

"She's just keeping an eye on us," Emma whispered back. "I knew this wasn't going to work."

In time Emma's Mom went back upstairs, but then eventually her Dad came down, then returned back up. I realized we were being left alone for five or ten minutes at a time here or there, but not being given enough time to get up to anything serious. We kept making out during the gaps. Emma kept trying to touch my dick, and I managed to free a boob out of her top at one point, but we were never going to manage to go as far as we wanted with chaperones intruding regularly. After an hour of blue balls, we were ready to give up.

"I'm so sorry," she pouted in my arms. "We'll find a way to make this work soon, I promise."

"I can promise a private basement at my house if you're able to get your curfew relaxed," I responded. "My sister's got my back."

"I'll see what I can do, but I'm not hopeful." She leaned over and kissed me. "How long do you think it'll take you to get home?"

I was confused. "Walking, maybe fifteen minutes? Why?"

"I need to know how long I should wait before I start touching myself to know you're doing it at the same time." She leaned in and kissed me, then bit my bottom lip gently.

"That's the hottest thing I've ever heard."

Emma reluctantly saw me out. I could practically feel the simmering arousal in her body, and leaving was the very last thing I wanted, but we had no choice. Instead I walked home, timing myself, getting into my bedroom after fourteen minutes. I kept an eye on my watch, and sure enough, as soon as it hit fifteen, I pulled my bottoms and underwear off. My erection hadn't ever really died down fully, but it was back to full strength thinking about my girlfriend rubbing her wet pussy and thinking about me right at this very moment.

My girlfriend. I was totally shocked at how things had gone tonight, but I was also excited for the future. I get to date Emma, and I don't have to give up on the rest of the girls. I must have died and gone to heaven.

I tried to draw it out this time, but I lost the battle after about ten minutes of jerking off and blasted ropes of semen into my hand. I wondered how long Emma usually took to get off, and I resolved to ask her the next time I saw her. If we couldn't do it together, at least I could try my best to time nights like this out to the minute.

As I lay back in bed after cleaning up, the conflict in my mind resumed. I had a girlfriend now, and not just any girlfriend, but the girlfriend I'd wanted for my entire high school career. I could barely believe it. And even moreso, I couldn't believe that she'd given me a permission slip to continue fooling around with the group of girls. But now that I'd gotten off, that seemed like it might well be a poisoned chalice. What girl in her right mind would give her boyfriend a hall pass? It just made me think, even more strongly, that she wasn't looking for a serious relationship. She hadn't denied it when I mentioned it.

I sighed deeply to myself. I wanted to fall in love. But I didn't know how I could let myself go, to unchain my feelings and let my heart fall into what it wanted, unless I knew Emma was capable of doing the same.

But I also wanted to touch her pussy, see her naked, make her cum. Of the two Emma problems I was facing, this one seemed the simpler to solve, and I resolved that I'd do just that at the next opportunity.

A few days passed. Emma and I saw each other in passing at school, giving each other quick kisses and hugs hello in the hallways, but there wasn't much of an opportunity for any more than that. We also talked a bit on the phone or ICQ at night, but with both of us having only dial-up internet, our parents wouldn't let us monopolize the phone any longer than necessary, so our contact was limited, and we certainly wouldn't have attempted phone sex on two shared lines.

Besides, I was finally forced to gain some experience in another new-to-me part of dating a girl, as it was now the wrong time of the month for us to do anything sexual anyway. I brought her chocolate to school one day, which seemed to melt her heart a little, and otherwise I just looked forward to when we could finally try to hook up again.

As far as Allie went, I sought her out to apologize again for how I'd reacted to the news about not being invited toy shopping, and she equally apologized for not letting me know beforehand that I was being excluded, and why. Things eventually returned to a platonic normal between us, as they always did. I still didn't know how to feel about her or how she felt about me, but I had a girlfriend now, and I was content to leave it there for the time being.

Meanwhile, I knew I held a 'one free blowjob' coupon in my back pocket from Mia, but even though I knew Emma had given me a hall pass to use it, I somehow didn't feel right about it, and Mia never pushed it. Doing things in a group setting was one thing, but it seemed somehow disrespectful to go have another girl suck my dick. I did, however, think about it often.

Finally, about a week later, Emma found me in the halls between classes.

"All clear," she said happily. "Can we figure out a time to try again?"

"My parents are going to a concert tonight," I answered, pleased by the fortunate timing. "Carly will be home, but she's cool. Do you want to come over?"

"I'd love to."

We arranged for Emma to come over a few minutes before I knew Mom and Dad had to leave for the show so that she could meet them. It wasn't until later on, as I sat through history class, that I realized that this was going to be my official coming-out to my parents as straight. Carly had told me a few months back that Mom and Dad both thought I was gay, and I hadn't done anything to disabuse them of that notion, but I wanted them to meet my girlfriend. I hoped I wasn't about to cock-block myself.

That night, I filled Carly in, who apparently was already planning to have Andrew over anyway, and we agreed to give each other as much space as we could. After dinner, I told my parents I was having a friend over, but there was little reaction from them. And then, just before 7:00, the doorbell rang.

I greeted Emma, who was wearing a green form-fitting top and dark jeans, and ushered her into the house, where my parents were getting ready to leave for the show.

"Mom, Dad? I'd like you to meet Emma Desmarais. My... girlfriend."

I wish I could have recorded the look on Mom's face in particular, as the shock was both visible and enormous, but Mom had always been a charming saleswoman, agile on her feet, and her instincts quickly took over.

"Pleased to meet you, Emma. I'm Barb Murphy, and this is my husband, Gerry."

Dad shook Emma's hand. His mouth was wide open in surprise, and he said nothing.

"Nice to meet you, too," Emma said politely.

"Have..." Mom cleared her throat. "Have you been together long?"

"A couple of weeks," I answered. "I met her family last time we went out, so we wanted to make a point of introducing you to each other."

Carly had been watching from the kitchen, and she appeared to be barely stifling laughter. I glared at her, silently willing her to keep quiet.

"Well, I'm sure our Justin has told you we're on our way out the door to see the symphony tonight, so it's a pity we don't have longer," Mom finally said, choking on the words somewhat. "We should have you over for dinner sometime to get to know you better."

"I'd like that," Emma replied. "Thank you, Mrs. Murphy. What's playing tonight?"

"Shostakovich and Dvořák," Mom answered, checking her ticket. "We have a subscription."

"We'd better get moving, dear," Dad finally found his voice. "I hate trying to get parked downtown."

"OK," Mom agreed. "See you tonight, Justin. You too, Carly."

They left in a hurry, and once the door was closed, Carly finally let her laughter out. I took Emma into the kitchen and introduced her.

"That was so awkward," Carly finally said after the girls had met each other. "Totally priceless. Thanks for doing that while I was here to watch."

"Your parents thought you were gay, huh?" Emma asked.

"They never mentioned it to me at all, but Carly told me that yes, they did," I answered. "We might have a few more restrictions the next time we come over."

"Speaking of, Andrew should be here around 7:30," Carly piped up. "Do you two want the basement or your bedroom? I'm fine with either."

I looked at Emma, who shrugged.

"Bedroom," I decided. "I've never had a girl in my bed before. I can't wait to end that streak."

"Well, go have fun, you two," Carly encouraged. "Andrew and I will take the basement. Don't come down and we won't come up."

"Deal."

Carly and I exchanged a knowing look. I was so grateful to her. Emma and I then headed upstairs, going into my room and sitting down together on my bed. I gave Emma a quick tour, suddenly wondering if my teenage music and video game posters were cool enough for having a girl over, but she didn't comment.

"Your sister is awesome," she began. "I'd love to have a cool older sister."

"You can be a cool older sister, can't you?"

She shrugged. "Michelle is too young now, but maybe someday."

"Your family is the same as ours," I pointed out. "Annette is two years older than Carly, and Carly is one year older than me. Your family is us from three years ago; two girls and a boy with the same age gaps."

"I hadn't thought about it, but you're right. And you haven't seen Annette in ages, right?"

"Not since Thanksgiving. She's away at school."

"Another thing I'll have in common with her, eh?" Emma looked around. "Nice room, by the way."

"Thanks. I've been fantasizing about getting you into this bed for a long time. I can't believe you're actually here."

"It's such a blessing to have privacy. I never even really thought about how much of a challenge it would be to get you alone. But we've got the time and space right now; I can't imagine the symphony will be any less than two hours, right?"

"About that. I'd say we have until 10, guaranteed."

"Then let's take our time." Emma lay down on my pillow and motioned for me to join her. I wrapped an arm around her and kissed her, slowly, softly.

"I want to watch you cum tonight, Justin," she said as she pulled back from the kiss. "I want to see your dick, I want to learn how you touch it, and then I want to stroke you until you explode. Can you do that for me?"

I was already hardening in my underwear, and Emma's piercing green eyes boring into me weren't helping any. God, she's beautiful.

"I want to do the same for you," I replied. "I want to watch how you finger your pussy, and then I want to learn how to do it to you, and then I'll make you cum all over my fingers."

"That sounds amazing." She shivered a little. "What does it feel like for you, getting turned on?"

I thought for a minute. I knew, obviously, but I'd never consciously thought about it. "I guess it's an excitement feeling, like breathing harder, heart rate elevating, and of course my dick gets erect."

"I bet that's a trip," Emma interrupted. "What does that feel like?"

"It's just like a heavy or full feeling at first. Like most of the time I don't notice or think about my penis any more than any other body part. But when I'm getting turned on, it's like all I notice is that part of me. It feels really full and heavy down there, and if I'm not wearing bottoms, then the erection is pretty instantaneous. Like it can go from zero to fully hard in about ten seconds. And of course it feels really good to touch it, and like you really want to touch it."

Emma smirked. "It's so interesting to me hearing you say that, because it's sort of the same for us. The quickness of pulse and breath is the same, as is the heavy, full feeling between my legs. It's weird, because our arousal is all internal, but I relate to most of what you said. I also feel like ordinarily I'm not the least bit aware of my vagina, but when I'm turned on, it's like I know I have this hole down there, and it's desperate to be filled up. And my clit starts tingling and throbbing, almost, like I'm desperate to touch it."

"What about the wetness?" I asked.

"I know wetness is associated with female horniness, and of course it gets really wet down there when I'm turned on, but pussies are naturally wet sometimes in a nonsexual sense, and sometimes arousal and wetness don't correlate. I can be really horny and my vagina's not that wet, or sometimes it gets wet naturally when I'm not even thinking about sex at all."

"That's really interesting."

She leaned over and kissed me again, then took me by the hand and moved it onto her breast. I gently squeezed and played with her boob for a bit, feeling her squirming in my arms, then I pulled back again.

"Can we take our shirts off?"

Emma smiled. "Of course."

We both sat up, and I pulled my button-up shirt off as she removed her sweater, revealing a dark blue bra. She reached behind her, unhooked it, and then threw it to the floor, sitting and staring at me as I got my first really good look at her chest in full light.

Emma's breasts were perky, medium-sized, bigger than Mia's but smaller than Shauna's or Allie's. Her nipples were a darker skin tone, a peachy hue almost verging on orange. I reached out and touched one, feeling its weight in my hand, and then circling her partly-erect nipple softly as she squirmed.

"They're spectacular," I whispered.

"They're okay," she answered. "I'm Miss Average in the boob department. They're not big or small or anything, really. They're just there."

"They're yours, and that makes them perfect."

"Aww." Emma smiled. "Such a charmer."

"Do you like your body?"

"No girl really likes her body, Justin. I'm fine with mine, I guess. I think I'm pretty enough; I have a nice bum and nice legs. But I wish I were ten pounds skinnier, and I think my shoulders are too broad."

I looked at Emma's shoulders. They looked like a pair of shoulders to me, with absolutely nothing remarkable about them.

"I never would have guessed you didn't like your shoulders, and I think you look great the way you are. I like curves."

"Thanks. All girls are insecure about their bodies, but I like the way you look at mine. It does make me feel less self-conscious. Will you kiss me some more?"

We lay back down and started making out a little more heavily. Emma's chest was warm and soft pressing into mine, her body feeling both relaxed and squirmy. I kept going for the nape of her neck, knowing by now that it would get a reaction, and it definitely was. Her mouth was soft and wet and I loved the feel of her tongue aggressively probing into my mouth. In comparison to Mia and Heather, the other two girls I'd kissed, Emma was easily the most forward and least demure of the three. In time she also rotated her body so that my leg was resting between hers, and I became very aware of the now-familiar heat gently pressing against my thigh. I let my hands roam her body, exploring her back, her breasts, and her ass liberally, as well as running my fingers through her hair.

"It's so nice to have some privacy," I finally said as we took a breather.

"Agreed. It was so frustrating last time, not getting any breaks from my parents. I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault. But I'd wanted to ask you, how long does it normally take you to get off? I was trying to time my orgasm with yours and I'm curious if I got it right."

Emma looked at me, bemused. "That's both really sweet and really hot. Normally, I'd say it depends on circumstances. Like I can cum in as little as two or three minutes if I'm rushing, but usually I'd say I go anywhere between ten and twenty minutes. And I usually orgasm twice in a solo session. How about you?"

"I'd say pretty much the same, apart from that guys can't have multiple orgasms. It took me about fifteen minutes of walking plus ten minutes of beating off after we split up last time. How does that compare?"

"Pretty close," she responded. "I waited fifteen minutes like I promised, and yeah, it probably took about ten minutes until I came the first time. The second one, maybe another 2-3 minutes later."

"Then we did cum together." I smiled. Yes. So hot.

"Sounds like it. That's really cool, knowing that."

We stared at each other for a moment, and then, inspired out of nowhere, I leaned my head down to Emma's breasts, taking one in my hand and then licking around her nipple before putting it in my mouth, suckling gently but firmly on it. I heard Emma sharply suck in her breath above me, and I looked up, making eye contact.

"Whoa," she said quietly, taking my head in her hands.

"Whoa?"

"That's new. I've never had a lot of sensation in my boobs when I play with them, but that feels really good." She trailed off as she finished the sentence.

I kept working away, licking and sucking first one and then the other, experimenting with different speeds and pressures, trying to figure out what she liked best. Emma, meanwhile, angled her body so that my leg was back between hers, and started humping away at my leg, more overtly, making it obvious what she was doing this time.

"How does it feel?" I asked her when I finally took a bit of a break.

"I don't know if this makes any sense, but when you do that to me, it feels like my nipples are directly connected to my clit. It's unbelievable."

I smiled. "Glad you like. Should we go farther?"

"Well, let me ask you something. You've seen a vagina before, right?" Emma's eyes were piercing and inquisitive, not judgmental, so after a brief spike of anxiety, I answered truthfully.

"Yeah, Mia's." I didn't know if Emma knew about Allie yet, so I decided not to volunteer that info.

"I've never seen a penis before in real life. So that means you should take your pants off first." She smiled, and I couldn't fault her unassailable logic.

"I can't argue with that." I unzipped my trousers and slid them off with my underwear in one go. I was watching Emma's face for her reaction as my cock erupted out, free, and she just stared in open-mouthed wonder.

"My God, it's spectacular," Emma mumbled.

"Thanks!"

"I mean it. I know we watched that porno at Shauna's a while back, but yours looks just as big as the actors' cocks in that movie. It's huge."

"I can assure you they were probably bigger than me, but I appreciate the compliment anyway." Emma's awe was making me feel good.

"Can I touch it?"

"Of course."

Emma timidly reached out, stroking the skin of my shaft with her fingertips, and then around the head. "It's so hard," she finally said. "I knew boys get hard, and I could sort of feel it pressed against me a couple times, but I had no idea it was like this."

"Yeah, it's annoying sometimes," I agreed. "Especially when it's so uncontrollable."

"I've definitely seen guys bulging in class and stuff before, and I know boners can be trouble," Emma mused, as she kept examining me. "But man, it's still so sexy. I look at this and I just, like, want it in me."

My cock throbbed as Emma said that, which I know she could feel. She just smirked at me.

"Someday, for sure," I said. "I'd love to know what it feels like inside you. But not tonight."

"Agreed, but it's tempting." She then reached down further, cupping my balls experimentally, then touching my taint. "It's so different from what I'm used to," she finally said. "I'm all delicate folds and softness and I can't even really see it without a hand mirror. This is totally in my face, out there, in a good way. Will you show me how to touch it?"

"I will," I answered, "but I think we should finish show and tell first."

"Sure." Emma scooched down on the bed, unbuttoning her jeans and then sliding them off with her panties in one go. She then lay down beside me on the bed, spreading her legs and motioning for me to go and have a look. I took a moment to breathe before sitting up. Emma's pussy. I'm about to see Emma's pussy.

I sat up, looking at Emma's face as I moved down between her legs. She was biting her lower lip, eyeing me, with her hair fallen in her face and a deep flush across her chest. Her nipples were more erect now than they had been a few minutes ago. And then I looked down.

My first thought was that it was remarkable how different the three vulvas I'd now seen were from each other. Mia and Allie both had larger inner labia, sticking out and obvious, while Emma's were so small as to be nearly invisible, just a thin dark pink ridge between her thick outer lips and her opening. She was shaved, with very light stubble across her mound.

But the most prominent feature was her clit. I'd wondered about it since feeling it through her leggings a few weeks ago, but Emma's clit was huge in comparison to the other two girls, with a head easily the size of my baby finger prominent atop a long, thick shaft, obviously erect and sticking way out from under its hood. I knew from anatomy that embryos started out androgynous and developed one way or the other, but it was obvious to me, seeing Emma's pussy for the first time, that a girl's clit was analogous to a guy's dick. I also guessed that no man ever in a million years would have trouble finding hers in the dark.

"It's beautiful," I whispered.

Emma covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. "Thanks. I shaved it this morning for you."

"You didn't have to do that."

"Really?" Emma looked at me. "Mia told me that guys usually prefer a bare pussy."

"Some might, but I figure that by the time I'm getting to see one in the flesh, I'm beyond caring what it looks like. Do you normally have hair?"

"I usually have a landing strip," Emma said, as she ran her hand over her vulva. "I sort of trim it up from its natural shape. I've never tried shaving before today; it feels different, but I don't mind it."

"Well, you can do whatever you want with it, but I have no preference." I reached out and touched my middle fingertip against her opening, feeling wetness coat my finger, then I raised it up, circling Emma's clit gently as she squirmed.

"You like my pussy, then?" she asked tentatively.

"It's incredible. I love it."

"It's normal?"

"Yeah, I think so," I answered. "I'm hardly an expert, though."

"It's just one of those things about being a girl," Emma explained. "I think guys see each other's dicks in the locker rooms and stuff, you'd have some idea if you're bigger or smaller or what other men look like. But I've never seen another woman's pussy in detail before, and if I hadn't experimented with a hand mirror I'd never have seen my own, either."

"You girls should do a show-and-tell with each other," I blurted.

Emma's eyebrows raised. "I don't think Allie would ever go for it. But I'd be down."

"So how do I get you off?" I asked.

"You first," she replied. "You know how much I want to see a guy cum. Show me how to touch you."

Emma sat up again and motioned for me to lay down, which I did, leaning back in a half sat-up position against my headboard. She knelt on the bed beside me, and I admired her body as she did so, her curves, her perky tits, her bare pussy with its visibly erect clit. She was such a sight for sore eyes.

I started gently stroking my cock as Emma watched. "Basically, what I do when I jerk off is this motion. I stroke it top to bottom in my hand, sort of letting it glide over the skin instead of gripping it hard. Sometimes I use lube, sometimes the precum I produce is enough on its own to act as lubricant, but the idea, I guess, is to mimic what a vagina feels like.

"I usually start out pretty gently, and increase speed and pressure as I get closer to an orgasm. And I guess the last thing is that I need to stimulate both the head and the shaft to climax. I've tried to do it before with just one or the other, just experimenting, and I can't get there without both."

"That makes sense, and it's the same with me in every sense," Emma replied. "When I rub my clit it's mostly in circles around the shaft and pressing my hood into the head of the clit. The head is too sensitive to touch it directly unless I'm really close to cumming; is that the same with you?"

"No, you can touch it." I gestured to her, and Emma took hold of my dick.

I suppose it made sense that Emma's first time wouldn't have been as instantly good as Mia, who had known how to give a handjob well enough that it was debatable if she was better at it than I was. But Emma's enthusiasm was infectious. I guided her at first, showing how to grip my cock and how to stroke it. She was overly gentle at first, and it took several attempts to get her to increase the pressure to an appropriate level before she finally got the hang of it. Once she had learned, I finally leaned back and let her go to work, enjoying the view as much as anything else.

As I lay there, the uncertainty about our future once again crept into the back of my mind, but I forced myself to shake it off. Emma Desmarais is naked in your bed and giving you a handjob, just like you've always fantasized about. Stop overthinking and enjoy the moment.

"I want it inside me," she finally spoke up as she stared at her hand stroking me.

"I want that too, but it's not a good idea," I answered.

"I know. I don't have any condoms, and I know it's still really early on for us. But my vagina feels empty." She reached down with her free hand, rubbing up and down her opening, then showing me the glistening moisture on her fingertips. "I sometimes get that empty feeling when I play with myself, which is why I've experimented with penetration and stuff before. But it's never felt this strong. I've got this overwhelming compulsion to just climb on top of you and stick your dick inside me. I'm fighting it off, but it's not easy."

"Do you want me to finger you while you do that?"

"Yeah, actually. That would be really nice. But first, what do you normally use for lube? It feels weird having my hands so dry; with girls it's easy, since we produce so much of it naturally. It's not at all uncommon for my fingers to prune up like I've been in the bath if I rub one out for long enough. If anyone ever noticed my middle and ring fingers all wrinkly, it would be pretty obvious what I'd been doing for the past hour."

"That's actually stupidly hot," I said, dumbfounded. "I don't have any actual sexual lubricant, though I should probably buy some now that I'm 18. Normally I use hand lotion if I'm going to use anything."

"Do you have any in your room?"

"Nope."

"You're definitely not a girl," she giggled. "I've gotta moisturize my legs after I shave them or they itch like crazy."

"Hey, I look after my skin, too," I said defensively. "I just do it in the bathroom."

"Your sister said she was staying down in the basement with her boyfriend, right? We should be good to go grab the lotion?"

"She did say that, and let's hope so."

I got up off the bed, heading for the door with Emma in tow. I noticed her staring at my dick as I walked. I opened the door a crack, looking out into the hall. The door to Carly's room was open, and everything was dark upstairs.

"I think we're good. But I also just remembered that Carly has a bottle of lube we could probably borrow. What she doesn't know can't hurt her, right?"

Emma looked at me weirdly. "How on earth would you know that?"

Oh, shit. "Uh... I went snooping once. After Mia taught me how to take a bra off, she said I should raid my sister's underwear drawer while I was home alone sometime to practice with no pressure. I found lube in the drawer."

"That's actually a smart idea Mia had," Emma said appreciatively. "What the heck, let's go grab it. She said she wouldn't come up until the coast was clear, right?"

"I think so."

"Like you said, what she doesn't know won't hurt her."

We left the safety of my room, both stark naked, and went together into Carly's room. I went straight to the top drawer of her dresser, opening it to discover that the drawstring bag was missing.

"It's gone," I said lamely. "She probably has it downstairs with her. She also had condoms in that bag, so that probably makes sense."

"You have another sister, right?" Emma asked. "Ever go snooping in her room? I'm kind of invested now."

"No. She's moved most of her stuff out."

"Well, the danger of being naked up here is really turning me on, so I'm down if you want to go see."

I looked down and noticed Emma's fingers were between her legs, gently rubbing herself and staring at my erection. I stared for a moment, and she stopped.

"You can watch once we're back in private, mister. Let's go find some lube."

I hadn't been in Annette's room in ages. She'd moved out of the house to go to university three years ago, only returning home for school breaks and summer holidays, and I knew that while her room still felt like 'hers', my parents had been using it as a guest room since she'd left. Her closet was mostly empty, with only a few outdated outfits and an old Halloween costume hanging in it, and the decor matched the obsessions of a teenage girl from three years ago and more.

I quickly checked the drawers of her dresser, finding nothing, then turned to her nightstand. And there, in the bottom drawer, was a half-empty bottle of lubricant, along with a large pink sex toy of a type I'd never seen before.

"Whoa," Emma said, surprised. She picked the toy up. "I learned about these a couple of weeks ago. They're called the rabbit. I seriously considered buying one at the toy store when we went shopping, but it was expensive and I decided to start smaller and cheaper. They're designed to go inside you with this part and hit your G-spot, and this rabbit ear part at the top stimulates your clit at the same time. Mia bought one, and she says it's the bomb." Emma flipped it on, but it appeared that the batteries were dead.

"We've got our lube," I replied, still feeling nervous as Emma fiddled with my oldest sister's vibrator. "Let's get out of here."

"Fair enough." Emma put the toy down and closed the drawer, and we beat a hasty retreat back to my room, closing the door tight behind us.

"I've never used this stuff before, have you?" she asked once we were safely back on my bed.

"Never."

"Well, let's see how it works." She squirted a healthy dollop into her right hand, and then reached out, coating my cock in the slippery liquid and beginning to stroke.

I don't want to say that it was the lube that did it. It was noticeably better than using lotion on my own, but it was more the idea that Emma was naked on my bed and stroking me, along with the elevated heart rate from feeling like we'd just done something we shouldn't have done, that had me suddenly feeling like I was on a runaway freight train towards an orgasm. I remembered I was supposed to finger Emma, and I twisted to try to reach her pussy, but I think Emma could tell I was getting closer, because she suddenly picked up speed and power, and I was a goner.

I was vaguely conscious of my hips rising off the bed, trying to maximize pressure as pressure built in my loins, and I think I was moaning, but all I knew for sure was that Emma's visible enthusiasm and obvious arousal sent me over the edge. I blew suddenly and without warning, but I still tried to watch Emma's face as she finally got to see a man climax. She stared as the first ropes of semen blew out of me, jumping a good four or five inches in the air before landing on my chest.

Emma guided me through the orgasm with the skill of someone whom you'd never know hadn't done it before, slowing down her stroking as I writhed and came all over her hand and my chest. I finally reached down to stop her as my orgasm finished, looking up at her with happiness as she stared at a glob of my cum sitting on the side of her index finger.

"How was that for you?" I asked.

"Hot as fuck, but that doesn't matter. How was it for you?" she asked in return.

"Unbelievable. Thank you. Sorry I didn't get to finger you in time."

"No worries. You can catch your breath first, and then I'm gonna need the favour returned something fierce." She looked like she was thinking for a moment, then she brought her hand to her mouth, sticking her tongue out and experimentally tasting my cum.

"How is it?" I asked.

"It's... all right," she said. "Girls complain that it's gross, and I'm not sure I agree with that, but I'll say it's probably an acquired taste." She leaned over me on all fours, staring dead into my eyes from a foot away. "I'll have to work hard over the next few months to acquire it."

"Oh, God."

She grinned and quickly kissed me. "I see you have Kleenex on your nightstand, can I help clean you up?"

"Sure."

She grabbed a wad of tissues and mopped up the cum on my chest and on her hand, throwing the used tissues out in my waste basket. She then climbed into my arms on the bed, placing her hand on my chest and her head on my shoulder.

"Was that everything you wanted it to be?" I asked.

"Yeah! It was amazing. I know I saw what a guy cumming looked like in that porno we watched at Shauna's place, but there's nothing like the real thing, especially when it's me that did that to you. I loved watching your dick erupt. Next time, I want you to cum on me, okay?"

"Where?"

"Well, we've gotta try everywhere at least once, right? See what I like best?"

I stared at her. My misgivings about the future aside, I adored Emma's horny side, which still was capable of surprising me.

"You'd want it on your face?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah? Why not? It sounds hot." She looked down at my cock, now soft and floppy, and gently touched it. "And another thing, it's so strange and cool how much smaller and softer your dick gets when you're not horny. The male body is full of surprises."

"I've been finding the same with the female body. Yours is different from Mia's, too; not to compare or anything, but I'm just noticing the little ways that everyone is unique."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, I think it's natural for girls to only compare ourselves to the parts on other people's bodies we don't match up to. Like I've seen both Shauna and Mia naked before, and I'm jealous of Shauna's tits and Mia's skinniness, but I'm sure they both have things about themselves they don't like, too."

"It's probably easier for guys, but I definitely have wondered if I'm normal before, or if I compare. I suppose I could ask Mia, but I know you've never seen any other guys naked."

"Well, I'm impressed with the first guy I saw. Whoever's next is going to have a lot to live up to."

I knew Emma meant it as a compliment, but it stung slightly knowing that even as we were snuggling naked with each other for the first time, even as she'd just made me cum and I had every intention of returning the favour, Emma clearly was expecting that there'd be more men after me in her life. I knew she didn't mean anything by it, but it hurt again, knowing she apparently wasn't as serious about a future together as I was.

I made myself put it out of my mind, though - I had a job to do.

"I've caught my breath, can I get you off?" I asked. "Will you show me how to touch you?"

Emma smiled, rolling away from me. I sat up as she lay down in the middle of the bed, spreading her legs. She was visibly wetter than before, and her clit looked just as hard and inviting.

"This is the basic stroke," she explained. She put her middle and ring fingers on the hood of her clit, one on each side, just above her clit itself, and started rubbing in little circles. "Like I said, it's too much if I touch my clit directly, but pressing my clit hood down into my clit and letting the friction of that skin stimulate it feels incredible.

"I also like to finger myself, or use other things inside me. Mia told me you know where the G-spot is already, so I'm going to assume you know what you're doing in there. The only other thing I'll say is to please get your fingers wet from my hole before you touch my clit."

I stared at her pussy for a moment, glistening wet and ready. Emma's pussy. I'd spent so many hours fantasizing about it, and here it was in front of me. I knelt beside her and first touched around her opening, feeling the skin smooth below my fingertips. She had a little bead of moisture sitting right in her opening, and I collected it with my fingertips, rubbing up to the top as Emma watched me. I then slid two fingers on my left hand inside Emma's pussy, feeling around for and finding the rough patch on the top wall. With my other hand, I tried to pinpoint the exact spot on her clit Emma had shown me.

"Here?" I asked.

Emma took my fingers and made a minute adjustment, moving them no more than a sixteenth of an inch or so. "Right there," she said. "Rub that spot."

I started rubbing in circles and fingering her at the same time, remembering what I'd done that had worked on Mia.

"Too much," Emma said, stopping me. "Less pressure on my clit?"

"Show me?"

Emma took my fingers and started guiding them, rubbing so feathery and lightly that I wouldn't have thought it would have done anything for her. But she immediately started moaning, so I went with it, starting to rub her G-spot inside in a 'come here' motion and otherwise letting her masturbate using my fingers.

"This is kind of hot," I said. "It's really cool getting to feel exactly how you do it."

"It's cool for me, too," she said breathlessly. "I'm getting exactly the stimulation I want, but it's you doing it. Plus those fingers inside me are doing amazing work."

I smiled. "Use me all you like."

"It's been such a long build-up," she answered. "I was so horny all day today, knowing this was coming tonight. Plus, getting to see you get off, my goodness, I'm going to remember that for the rest of my life. It's not going to take me very long."

"Cum for me, Emma. I want to feel you cum all over my fingers."

Emma guided my fingers into a quicker pace, still lighter than I would have expected, but quite fast. I could feel the firm hardness of her clit shaft below my fingers, the head of her clit close but not quite being touched directly. This was the second time a girl had shown me, hands-on, how to touch her, and the delicate touch that Emma apparently liked couldn't have been more different from Mia's big, bold strokes. Every girl is different, I thought to myself as I felt Emma's clit shaft moving beneath my fingertip. What Mia liked didn't matter now. Every new pussy was a new puzzle to solve, and I always did like a puzzle.

"I'm going to cum!" Emma interrupted my musing. I felt my fingers being forcibly guided down, up and under her clit hood and right onto the head, where I was made to rub it, 3, 4, 5 strokes, and then her entire body tightened. I saw her head arch back hard into my pillow. Her free hand grabbed my headboard for support and she let out a loud, deep grunt as I felt a sudden flood of wetness and the pulsating of her vaginal walls on my fingers inside her as she came. I took a mental snapshot of her beautiful face in ecstasy. I'd seen her cum once before, but it was fully clothed in a dark basement. I could see everything this time, and it was a sight I'd remember for the rest of my life. I'd never expected to see the girl of my dreams like this.

In time I felt Emma guide my fingers to a stop. The pulsing inside her ceased, and her body melted back into my bed. I pulled my fingers out of her and looked down on her beauty. Her brown hair was in her face, and she tried, unsuccessfully, to blow it away with a puff of air. I guided it away from her face with my fingers, and she smiled weakly at me.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Pretty amazing," she answered breathlessly. "Mia was right. You can't touch your own G-spot as well as someone else can. Plus, after like a thousand solo orgasms in my life, it was nice to have one that I didn't give myself."

I looked at the glistening fingers on my left hand, then I looked down at the wet spot on my bedspread. "I think you squirted a little," I observed.

Emma nodded. "It happens sometimes. It's more annoying than anything else, but it feels good. Sorry if I made you have to wash your bedspread."

"Worth it."

I lay down in her arms, and we snuggled in together, skin-on skin, avoiding the wet spot. Emma's body was warm at first, but as we both cooled off, we eventually climbed under the blankets.

"Do you want to go again?" I asked after a while. "I remember you saying you usually have two orgasms in a session."

"I always could go again, but no, I'd rather not tonight," she answered. "I always get even more sensitive after the first orgasm, and more so when I use a lot of pressure. You did good, this isn't a complaint, but you were being a little rough, so I don't think my clit could take another one."

"It's interesting, because you were being too gentle with my dick at first," I replied.

"Yeah, I guess we both were just using the pressures we were used to, eh? I'll try to remember to be firmer next time, and you try to remember to be gentler."

"It's a deal."

We lay mostly in silence for a good twenty minutes or so, just enjoying the quality time together. Time, space and privacy was a previously-unimaginable luxury so far in our relationship, and in that post-orgasmic haze, all I wanted was to feel her breathing against me.

Finally, as it approached 9:30, I reluctantly suggested that we get up and get dressed. We did so, promising that we would see each other and do this again soon, and then I headed out of my room, carefully putting Annette's lube back in her nightstand. I made a mental note of the brand, vowing to buy a bottle of my own before the next time Emma came over.

We made it down to the main level of the house, finding no sign of Carly and Andrew, and quickly said good night to each other. I kissed my girlfriend goodbye and watched her leave, feeling both intense pride and pleasure. I'd gotten what I'd always wanted. Emma Desmarais was my girlfriend. I'd just seen her naked, made her cum, and gotten off by her hand. I should have been on top of the world. But even in the midst of a sexual adventure, I'd been reminded that I didn't think she thought of me the way I thought of her. I wanted to fall in love and damn the consequences, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to unless I knew she could do the same. It made me uneasy to think about.

Right before 10, Andrew and Carly finally emerged. I gave her privacy to wish him goodnight, then she came into the living room with me, holding the drawstring bag I remembered from her underwear drawer. I immediately recognized the look on her face as that of a woman who'd just gotten laid, and I wondered if it was as obvious on my face as it was on hers.

"Have a good night, little brother?" she asked, setting the bag down on the coffee table.

"Yeah. Thanks for the time and space."

"Same goes. Still a virgin?"

I stared at my sister for a moment, taken aback by the bluntness of her question, but I recognized the level of trust inherent in her asking me. I liked that she trusted me.

"Yeah," I answered. "But we had fun, anyway. How was it with Andrew?"

Carly broke out in a silly grin. "I got laid tonight. I know you don't want details, and I'm not offering. But for our first time going all the way together, it was good. Really good."

"Glad to hear."

Carly looked at me for a moment, as though trying to read my expression. "Still worrying about her not being able to fall in love with you?" she finally asked.

I considered lying, but I decided against it. "Yeah," I finally said. "I'm trying to take it one day at a time, since it's early. But it's not easy to let yourself go when you don't know if your feelings can be reciprocated."

"That's normal in your first real relationship," Carly answered. "It's your first time opening up your heart and really using it. It's unfamiliar, and there's a ton of anxiety wondering if what you're feeling is mutual or not, but just try to enjoy the ride. It never feels like the first time ever again."

Just then I heard the sound of the garage opening. Mom and Dad were home.

"Gotta go put this away before they see it," Carly exclaimed, bolting up and grabbing her drawstring bag.

"What's in there?" I asked innocently.

"Sex stuff!" she yelled after me as she left the room, sprinting upstairs.

That night, I lay in bed awake, feeling no closer to a resolution than before. I should have been over the moon, but the future still had me anxious. I knew there was nothing I could do about it, either - Emma was the person she was, and she was inescapably going to England next September. One day at a time, I reminded myself. I couldn't control her, or how she felt about me.

But for the first time in my life, I had a girlfriend, one who was spunky and smart and energetic and at least as horny as I was, and it was on that happy thought that I finally managed to fall asleep. I'd worry about the future when it got here.