Birthday Pool Party Ch. 57

Hey guys, here's Chapter 57! I hope you enjoy it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I read every single one. Also, please let me know if you spot any mistakes. I upload revisions all the time, and I will correct any errors that are pointed out to me. Just make sure to be specific so that I can find what you're talking about.

Sorry this one took so long, it's busy time for me at work. I'm using concurrent POVs again this time and I hope you like it. There are various overlaps to show what's going on and what time it is. The graduation party is a long one, but this leads right into the epilogue.

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

-Witty

~Marcia~

"Are you sure you're okay?" Kwan asks me for the fifth time since the incident with Hazel and her ex-boyfriend.

"I'm fine, I promise," I giggle while we sit on the grass and watch the fire.

It's dark now; most of the light coming from the fire pit, which is casting a soft glow over the area. I'm sitting next to Kwan while still wearing my white sundress with the cute pink flowers. Kwan is dressed casually, and I can't help but occasionally glance over to his handsome face. The shifting glow from the fire makes him even more attractive.

"As long as you're sure," he smiles.

"I am," I nod, brushing my dark hair back behind my ears. "It's sweet how concerned you are for me, but I'm mostly worried about Hazel."

"What that guy said and did was disgusting," Kwan says vehemently. "I'm glad she has such great friends to support her."

"Yeah, she's stuck with us," I smirk. "Whether she likes it or not."

The two of us fall silent and I take the opportunity to survey my surroundings. It's an amazing night. The moon is high in the sky and I can see a handful of stars, although most are out of sight due to light pollution. Fireflies dart around, staying a few feet above the grass. I can even hear a few crickets, although the music being played mostly drowns them out.

Tents are set up and a few people are still playing games or sitting at tables. Frank Morrow is once again at a table with his video game and I smile as I remember that day at the mall with Mom. I know Frank has a little crush on me and I think it's sweet. He's a nice guy, he just needs to learn to be social. He tends to turn red whenever a girl even looks at him. I can't imagine Frank from AP Physics taking a girl into a mall bathroom and fucking her, like Steven did with me that day.

Kwan's friend Charles is relaxing a few feet away from us with is girlfriend, Olivia from The Jewelry Box. Kyle, Lexi's brother is still flirting with Kayla's cousin Abigail while they roast marshmallows. Amanda Sawyer is sitting in a chair by the fire, enjoying the evening mostly by herself.

Josh Morris and Shannon Gardner are standing nearby. I'm happy about their apology to Hazel and Kayla. We may be done with high school, but it'll be nice to move forward with fewer grudges. The apology should also help Hazel, since she tends to get emotional and judge herself. Then lash out at the rest of us.

Kayla is talking with Lexi, Nicole, and Steven. The redheads are still in bikinis and Kayla has on a black bikini top and her jean shorts. The four of them are drinking; Steven has a beer while the girls sip on wine coolers. It looks like quite a few people are drinking now.

Kwan wraps an arm around my shoulders and I snuggle up to him as I glance over at the pool. There's enough light for me to be able to see there are still people splashing around in the water. Dan and a few other guys are in the water, along with three topless ladies: Brittney O'Connor, Emily Hawthorne, and Jennifer Rhodes. I can't blame the guys, even I spend a couple minutes watching the wet, bouncing boobies.

"Having fun?" Charles asks as he and Olivia approach, sitting down with us.

"Yeah, definitely," Kwan nods as Josh Morris and Shannon walk by us and disappear from view. "You?"

"Yes!" Olivia breathes. "It's not every day you get to party at a billionaire's mansion."

"Steven's not THAT rich," I giggle. "But, yeah, this house is amazing!"

"You've known Kayla for a long time, right?" Charles questions. "Have you been coming here since you were a kid?"

"Yeah, Kayla, Hazel, Ashley, and I have been friends for years," I answer. "I think we were six or seven when Kayla's parents bought this place."

"That must have been a fun time," Olivia comments, wrapping her arms around her legs as she rests her chin on her knees.

"It was," I smile at the memories. "The entire mansion was completely empty at first. They only had a bit of furniture from a much smaller place, so even after moving in most of the rooms were empty."

"That sounds creepy," Olivia laughs.

"No way!" I shake my head. "We ran around the huge house, slid around on the floors. It was amazing for hide-and-seek. I remember Ashley won a game because she ran out of the house and hid in the storage shed."

"That one?" Charles asks, gesturing toward the huge storage shed on the other side of the yard. "That's more like another house!"

"Yeah, that one," I confirm with a nod. "It pretty much is a house. Windows, electricity, rooms. It could probably be converted to a house. We used it as a clubhouse for awhile."

"That sounds like a better clubhouse than the fort my friends and I built in my backyard," Kwan smirks, squeezing my shoulder affectionately.

"We had a lot of fun games," I tell them. "In one of them, we divided the shed into sections. We were each the queen of our own section and went to war with each other."

"I thought only little boys played war games," Charles laughs. "Damn, that's great."

"Little girls are way more vicious," I inform the guy. "Ashley and Hazel are hair-pullers and Kayla bites."

"She's right," Olivia agrees. "My cousin broke my nose when we were pretending to be ninjas."

"That's hilarious," Kwan laughs.

"It wasn't all fighting, we did like to play with dolls as well," I admit. "Ashley made hers capes so they'd be superheroes. Their cover was they were professional models by day, so it was slightly girly. My dolls had families."

"Mine went on exotic vacations," Olivia giggles. "I remember I had surfboards for all of them and used to pretend they were in Hawaii. I've always wanted to go to Hawaii."

"You'd look great in a grass skirt and a coconut bra," Charles husks.

"Down boy," Olivia smirks, playfully swatting her boyfriend's chest.

The four of us continue telling stories about our childhood hobbies. They laugh when I tell them about Steven paying for we girls to take horseback riding lessons and I end up being terrified of the horse. In my defense, horses are big! I also tell them a funny ice-skating story where I land on my butt and slide halfway across the rink.

I'm still the quiet girl, and I think I always will be. Still, it's not hard talking to these people. They're nice and I feel safe. I glance over at Steven and notice that Lexi and Nicole are both hanging off of him. Although, I'm surprised to realize that Kayla isn't there anymore. Seeing Steven with his two redheads distracts me from worrying much about Kayla. I am in love with Steven. The father of one of my childhood friends. He's so kind and handsome and I feel so much chemistry with him. I understand why Lexi wants all of us to be with Steven. All of us together forever. It's an alluring idea.

But, I also want someone who can make me his number one priority. I don't necessarily need monogamy, especially since I know I can never stop making love with my Slut-sisters. Or Steven. I just love the idea of being the center of someone's world. Of being with a guy whose heart skips a beat when he hears my name. Is that Kwan? I don't know. Shawn and I didn't work out, and I'm still a little hesitant to open myself up to this guy.

Kwan gets us drinks, with Charles opting for soda because he's driving tonight. I'm intrigued that Kwan has a beer, is he definitely planning on staying over? I remember how nice of a guy he was when things were moving too fast in that changing stall; he's not expecting sex. Hoping for it, maybe. But not expecting it.

Sipping on my drink, I notice Shannon Gardner and Josh Morris leave the house, now dressed in swim suits. Brittney, Emily, and Jennifer scream from the pool for Shannon to take her top off. Josh, Dan, and the few other guys in the pool all express their agreement.

Giggling cutely, Shannon shyly removes her top while blushing before crossing her arms over her chest. The cheering encourages her to lower her arms and expose herself. Josh and Shannon then jump in the pool. There are now four topless cheerleaders frolicking in the water. What I like the most is that the four girls can still be close again, even after previous drama. Letting go of grudges, forgiving each other. We're all growing up.

"It must have been lonely with only two people living in this giant house," Charles observes at one point. "They probably loved having you girls over."

"We spent so much time there," I respond, a tinge of sadness in my voice. "It wasn't long after they moved in that Kayla's mom died."

"Can I ask how she passed?" Olivia inquires gently.

"Brain tumor," I answer simply. "Her mom was having headaches and they went to the hospital. Doctors tried to remove it, but they couldn't save her. Kayla and Steven were a wreck."

"Of course they were," Kwan nods in sympathy.

"My parents always thought Kayla was gonna have more siblings. A lot more. Which was why they got a house with all these bedrooms," I continue. "I only found out later that they were planning to adopt because Kayla's mom had a tough pregnancy with her. Then she died and Steven's heart broke."

"Shit, that's horrible," Olivia sighs. "He seems like such a great guy. I hope the age thing doesn't cause problems with him and Lexi. Or him and Nicole."

"I don't think it will," I shake my head. "They really love each other."

"Plus, he gets to tell everyone he bagged sisters," Charles smirks, causing Olivia to smack him on the shoulder.

"Lexi has been quite the addition to our group," I giggle.

"She's, ah, definitely one-of-a-kind," Kwan nods at the redhead.

Lexi is still in her light-blue bikini and is currently standing behind her sister, pantomiming fucking her from behind. Steven is laughing uproariously while Nicole is turning red. Placing her hand on Nicole's shoulder, Lexi encourages the older redhead to bend forward, imitating doggystyle. Lexi then pretends to spank Nicole's ass. Nicole starts laughing, gasping in surprise when Lexi grabs the back of her forest green bikini bottoms and yanks them up.

"She is," I agree.

I tell them a little more about Lexi joining our friend group, skipping over the more intimate details. We stop talking for a few minutes when someone turns up the music and everyone gets out of the pool. The guys get the girls drinks so they can stand around the fire in just their bikini bottoms. Soon they're all drinking and singing by the fire, the four cheerleaders topless and letting their girls hang free.

I'm shocked Amanda Sawyer is still here. The quiet girl is blushing in her chair, seemingly embarrassed for the topless girls and not comfortable even being around them. Amanda always wears baggy clothes and rarely talks when she does come to events like this. Am I imagining things, or does she seem upset? She is kind of watching the shenanigans near the fire pit, but she keeps looking toward the house. Or am I just crazy? Some looks and uncomfortable squirming aren't much to go on.

Nicole and Lexi keep their tops on, but they're happy to drink and dance with the other girls. Things heat up when Jennifer and Emily pour beer down the front of Shannon's chest. Brittney then leads Dan and Josh Morris over so they can suck beer from Shannon's tits.. Not one to be outdone, Lexi pulls down her right bikini cup and covers her boob in wine from her bottle. She then holds Steven's head to her tit so he can suck up the wine. Amanda's face is bright red, likely not only shocked by the cheerleaders' behavior, but also by the fact that a parent is involved.

I smirk when I realize that Kyle and Abigail are now missing. Kayla's cousin and the brother of the two redheads? Interesting. We all know the twins love redheads, and Abigail even has her own bedroom. I'm glad Kyle is being more accepting of our lifestyle. A sexy coed with flawless caramel skin can have that effect on a guy.

"We should probably get going," Olivia sighs during a lull in conversation.

"The bedrooms are probably all spoken for, but there are plenty of tents and sleeping bags," I point out. "You could stay."

"I wish, but someone has to work tomorrow," Charles rolls his eyes as he gestures at his girlfriend with his thumb.

"Jewelry doesn't sell itself and I get paid commissions," Olivia sticks out her tongue.

"Didn't you make enough off that promise ring?" I tease.

"That was a nice one," Olivia grins. "Oh, and I see that necklace you're wearing is one of ours."

"Steven got us all graduation presents," I blush as I reach up to affectionately touch my Slut-sisters locket.

"It looks great on you," Kwan compliments. "But, everything does."

"So sweet I might throw up," Charles snorts.

"Knock it off," Olivia rolls her eyes as she gets to her feet.

"I guess we really are leaving now," Charles grumbles, standing as well.

Kwan helps me up and we spend a few more minutes chatting with Charles and Olivia. Apparently, Olivia has a very early shift so they really do need to get going. I hope Kwan doesn't feel awkward here, only knowing me and a couple others. I'll keep him safe.

"Thank you for having us," Olivia says, hugging me.

"Thanks for coming!" I reply, hugging her back.

"Congrats on graduating," Charles adds, an evil grin on his face. "Be careful with Kwan, he's a dog."

"I think you're lying," I giggle.

"He is, Kwan's a sweetie," Olivia rolls her eyes, taking her boyfriend's hand so they can thank Steven before leaving.

I watch Olivia and Charles as they walk toward the gate holding hands. Once they're gone, I turn my gaze back to the fire pit. Everyone is still dancing and drinking, including a couple of the football players who were suspended for jumping David. I'm glad they're here. They deserve a good time.

The crowd continues to thin as time passes. Some people are going home while others are finding places to hook-up or go to sleep. In addition to the large overhanging tents, there are a bunch of personal tents now set up all over the yard. I can tell there are people in the bounce house as well. I'm not sure if they're fucking or just jumping.

Amanda Sawyer is still in her chair, her eyes wide as she watches Brittney and Jennifer making out for the enjoyment of the guys. Both girls are only wearing bikini bottoms, their bare boobs squished together as they kiss. I can see the swim trunks of most of the guys are now uncomfortably tight. Like Amanda, Kwan is also unable to look away. He blushes when I playfully swat his shoulder and roll my eyes at him.

I think Lexi is horny and impatient because she keeps tugging on Steven's arm and stomping her foot. I'm guessing Steven isn't going to go inside until most people are asleep. Someone has to be responsible and keep an eye on the fire. The flames are still high and several people are tossing in the occasional branch. Lexi is continuing to pester Steven as I let out a loud yawn, feeling incredibly relaxed standing next to Kwan.

"Tired?" Kwan asks, looking over at me.

"A little," I shrug. "Mostly just relaxed."

"I can get going if you wanna go to bed?" he offers nervously.

"You're not gonna stay over?" I pout cutely.

"I, ah, I did bring an overnight bag," Kwan blushes slightly. "I just didn't want to assume anything."

"Hm, then why did you bring the bag?" I question, twirling a lock of raven hair with my fingers.

"Uh, we could, um, sleep in separate tents or something?" he suggests. "Or separate sleeping bags in the same tent?"

"You should go get your bag," I tell him in a small voice, suddenly feeling nervous as well. "N-no promises, but um, we can put up a tent and spend some time alone."

"I'd like that," Kwan smiles.

Kwan and I each get our overnight bags and meet up again in the back yard. Lexi catches my eye and waggles her eyebrows, causing me to blush bright red. Turning away from the brat, I walk with Kwan toward where Steven has all the supplies we'll need to camp out.

We grab a two-person tent and a mallet for the spikes or stakes, whatever they're called. Pegs? I'm going with pegs. I pick up two pillows as well, and then there's an awkward moment while we decide on sleeping bags. We avoid the awkwardness by getting a two-person sleeping bag and two individuals so we can worry about it later. Then I help Kwan put up the tent. Or, to be more accurate, Kwan puts up the tent while I make things more difficult.

"Oops! Sorry, sorry!" I exclaim when I accidentally kick the unused pegs, scattering them.

"Never been camping before?" Kwan asks with a chuckle.

"I have," I reply, gathering up the pegs. "I just never helped with this part."

"Well, here's your chance to learn," he smirks, handing me the mallet.

"This isn't going to end well," I quip, accepting the mallet.

It starts out about as bad as I predict, but Kwan is a good teacher. This really isn't that difficult at all, it's just something I've never done before. We have a nice spot with no one too close by, allowing us to tease each other and laugh in relative privacy. Soon, we're looking at a fully assembled tent.

"Camping out in the backyard was such a great idea," Kwan smiles as he admires the tent.

"Well, there are only so many bedrooms," I giggle, my cheeks slightly pink. "And, ah, some people will probably fall asleep in the living rooms, but they can't get busy there."

"Really, 'get busy?'" he laughs.

"Don't laugh at me!" I pout, crossing my arms as I stomp my foot.

"That's adorable," Kwan smiles at me affectionately.

I stick out my tongue before grabbing my overnight bag and entering the tent. Using the lights from our phones, we get everything set up inside. Kwan sets his phone down so that the flashlight will illuminate the tent. I find myself sitting on my knees on the two-person sleeping bag, looking at him while we talk.

"Any chance we'll end up in any of the same classes at CSUA?" I ask Kwan while tugging down the hem of my sundress to make sure I'm covered.

"I don't think you're gonna major in computer science," he replies with a smirk.

"No, definitely not," I shake my head. "Even if I did, I'd be two years behind you."

"Yeah, that's true," Kwan nods. "And I'm basically done with all my gen ed courses. We can still meet up and grab lunch or walk around campus."

"You sure you won't be embarrassed to be seen with a freshman?" I giggle.

"Are you kidding?" he laughs. "Everyone will be jealous of me when they see the gorgeous girl I'm walking with."

"There's that cheesiness," I grin.

Kwan and I continue talking and flirting. I use all my best flirting techniques, batting my eyelashes at him and reaching out to touch his arm. Our flirting grows more suggestive, both of us making dirty jokes and crude comments. Well, dirty and crude for us. For Lexi, it's probably super restrained. Either way, Kwan and I are quite comfortable with each other.

"I, ah, I actually got you something," Kwan stammers. "Something for graduation."

"Aw! You didn't have to!" I exclaim as he reaches for his overnight bag. "Why wait so long to give it to me?"

"Because I thought it might be weird," he admits while extracting a wrapped clothing box with a card taped to it. "I thought it would be kind of silly and remind you of how we met. Then I thought it might be creepy and then I got sick to my stomach."

"I'm sure I'll love it!" I declare, smirking when I think I figure out what it is. I reach both hands out for the box. "Give it to me, give it to me!"

"Maybe just the card. The box is dumb and creepy and I suck at this," he tries to pull the box back, but I snag it anyway.

"Nope, too late!" I smirk. "You got me something and I promise to love it."

I open the card first, smiling at the cat wearing a graduation cap. Inside the card is a gift card for a chain coffee place. Thanking Kwan, I set aside the card and unwrap the box. A blush colors my cheeks when I hold up the royal purple satin and lace slip. It has spaghetti straps and a v-neck outlined in see-thru black lace. The slip falls to mid-thigh and has a plunging back. There's also a matching robe.

"B-because we met while I was trying to help Charles pick out something for Olivia," Kwan blushes. "Oh, shit. It's totally creepy and you think I'm a pervert."

"I love it!" I grin at him. "It's not creepy, it's sweet!"

"I'm just glad you like it," he mumbles shyly.

"Why don't you wait outside while I try this on?" I suggest.

"Uh, really?" Kwan eyes are like saucers.

"Yes! Now wait outside, mister!" I laugh, waving at him with my hand. "Go on, get!"

"Just call out when you're ready," he says, leaving the tent.

My sandals are already off, so I start by slipping out of my sundress. As short as I am, I still can't comfortably stand in the tent. After glancing at the entrance to make sure I'm alone, I take off my bra and place it in my bag with my dress. My undies don't match the slip, but it's not see-thru and I'm still getting comfortable with Kwan. I'm keeping my panties on.

The purple slip falls to mid-thigh and I take a minute to adjust the straps. Only the black lace around the edges are see-thru, so the lingerie actually covers me better than a bikini. The plunge back falls almost low enough to expose my butt, and some more see-thru black lace goes a little higher. I put on the robe and tie it before laying across the sleeping bag and looking right at the entrance.

"I'm ready!" I announce, twirling the strap of the robe.

Kwan enters the tent and freezes, his eyes wide when he sees me. I giggle when he reaches behind himself and zips up the tent, his mouth hanging open slightly. Sitting up, I seductively take off the robe and set it aside. The way he's looking at me, I feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

"Hi," Kwan whispers.

"Hi!" I laugh, patting the spot beside me. "Come sit. Let's talk."

Shuffling toward me, Kwan sits down a few feet away. I giggle and scoot closer to him, leaning over to peck his cheek. Sitting up, I notice his eyes drop to my chest. I waggle my eyebrows when he looks back up at my face. The blush is adorable. It also doesn't stop him from glancing down at my legs.

"W-what do you wanna talk about?" he questions.

"We should probably get some things out in the open," I say, letting out a breath. "Before, um, before things go any further."

"Do you have a tail or something?" Kwan teases to lighten the tension. "Or am I about to find out you're a man down there? Because with you, I'm not sure either one would be a deal breaker."

"That was too cute. And a little weird. I like it!" I giggle. "And I seem to remember your fingers up my twat back in that dressing room. You know I don't have a dick!"

"That's true," he nods. "Just the tail, then?"

"Maybe," I bite my lower lip nervously. "I, ah, I still don't think I'm quite ready for you to play around with my lady parts. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for," Kwan states sincerely. "I'm happy just spending time with you."

"You're so sweet," I whisper, leaning forward to peck my lips. "And, um, just to be clear, I meant my downstairs lady parts. The girls might like some attention."

"I'd be happy to give them all the attention they deserve," he chuckles. "But, um, maybe we should go over what you wanted to talk about?"

"Right!" I exclaim, taking a few moments to gather my thoughts. "I guess I'll start by telling you there was this guy I was sort of seeing, Shawn. Things were going well, but there were some things about me he couldn't handle. So, it didn't work out."

"I knew it," Kwan nods as he sighs. "You do have a tail."

"I do not!" I gasp, playfully punching his shoulder. When I do, I briefly glance down and notice the charm bracelet on my wrist. The one from Shawn.

"Hm, no webbed toes," he says, glancing down at my bare feet.

"There's nothing wrong with my body," I grumble, crossing my arms and glaring at him.

"It does seem... perfect," Kwan whispers.

"It is! And if you keep insinuating it isn't, you might never get to see the rest of it," I blow a raspberry playfully.

"I'm so sorry!" he wraps his arms around me, his hands at my shoulder as he gives me a side-hug and kisses my temple. "What couldn't he handle?"

"You already know that Ashley, Kayla, Hazel, and I are really close," I begin when he releases me. "A few months ago, the crazy redhead joined our group. Then our entire world changed."

"How's that?" Kwan wonders.

"Kayla is not wrong to call her 'Hurricane Lexi.'" I giggle. "Her blend of brattiness and redheaded sluttiness bends reality to her will."

"What does that mean?" he laughs.

"Long story short? The five of us are really close and we promised to always be in each other's lives," I answer simply. "We call ourselves 'Slut-sisters' and Nicole joined later. We regularly have sex."

"You're saying you're bisexual?" Kwan asks to clarify.

"I guess," I shrug. "I mean, I can't imagine marrying a woman, but I love making love with my Slut-sisters. I told Shawn I couldn't stop, even if we were together."

"And he couldn't handle that," he states, nodding in understanding. "Sex is really intimate. It makes sense. It's weird for a guy to think it doesn't count if his girlfriend has sex with a woman. Sex is sex."

"Does that mean you can't handle it either?" I sigh.

"I don't know," Kwan slowly replies. "If we were a couple? I don't know. It's not something I have any experience in. It'll take some time to wrap my head around all this."

"Well, get ready for another bombshell," I smirk.

"Hit me with it," he gestures for me to continue.

"I'm also having sex with Steven, Kayla's father," I let out a breath. "We all are. I told Shawn I could stop, but I can't. So, uh, yeah. I'm a slut."

"You're not all pregnant, are you?" Kwan asks, clearly still overwhelmed.

"No!" I laugh. "I told you I was on the pill. Just Hazel. That would be crazy."

"And this isn't crazy?" he raises his eyebrows.

"Fine, fine, it is," I admit.

"Kayla doesn't care that her friends are sleeping with her father?" Kwan wonders.

"Nah, it doesn't bother her at all," I shrug. He's not close enough to us to be told the big secret about Kayla and Steven.

Kwan asks a few more questions and also insists that I'm not a slut. I give him a quick kiss for that and explain more about my past. Our past. The Slut-sisters are forever. It takes a little while, but he's slowly getting over the shock. Soon we're making jokes again and teasing each other. The flirting is back.

"This is a lot to take in," Kwan says eventually. "I don't know what I can or can't handle in the future. What I know right now is that I really like you, Marcia. I'd like to keep getting to know you. I hope that's okay?"

"I think you should kiss me," I whisper, looking at him intently.

Reaching his hand out, Kwan cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin as he gazes into my eyes. We lean in at the same time, our lips touching as butterflies fill my stomach. I feel a spark of electricity when we start to kiss, a small moan escaping my lips.

It's a long, passionate kiss. Our tongues slowly dance as we get to know each other's rhythms. It's not our first kiss, but I'm counting it as our first. This time I know him, this time I feel a connection. Being physical really is a thousand times better with a person I know, a person who I'm not just lusting for.

My hand holds his bicep as I move closer to him. The fingers of my other hand lightly tease his inner thigh. My touch gives Kwan the courage to escalate things. His hand caresses my leg before he reaches up to cup my breast. I gasp into his mouth when he slips his hand into my slip and palms my tit. Pressing my chest into his hand, I smile against his lips, knowing he can feel how hard my nipple is.

Both of Kwan's hands are on me now, his hands reaching for the straps of my lingerie. He tugs down both straps, letting my boobs pop out. A shiver passes through me when he cups my breasts and squeezes them together. It feels like I have a tiny orgasm when his thumb brushes my nipple.

Kwan breaks our kiss so he can run his lips down my neck. I moan softly, my hand reaching between his legs to rub his bulge. He kisses down to my breasts and starts lightly sucking on my tit-flesh while avoiding my nipples. I gasp and groan as he slobbers all over my cleavage.

My free hand grabs the back of his head while my other continues to stimulate his erection from outside his shorts. I can tell Kwan is having the time of his life playing with my tits. He's squeezing them, squishing them together, sucking on my nipples. It's not enough to make me cum, but the breast play and nipple stimulation feels incredible.

"Mm, I think it's my turn to suck on something," I husk, my head tilted back.

"R-really?" he whispers, lifting his head from my tits.

"Mhm," I nod, biting my lower lip as I reach for his shorts with both hands.

The offer of a blowjob convinces Kwan to release my boobs long enough for the two of us to pull his shorts and underwear down to his knees. I scoot my bum back a little while jacking him off. Then I give him a small smirk before lowering my head and taking him into my mouth.

"Oh!" he gasps, a shudder traveling through his entire body.

I'm not as skilled in the art of fellatio as Hazel or Kayla. I'm not as energetic as Ashley and I don't have Lexi's bottomless throat. What I do have is a warm, willing mouth and a love for pleasing my man. I also love cock; I love feeling a hard dick in my mouth, throbbing for me. The smell, the taste. Delicious.

"Mm, mm, mm!" I hum as I start bobbing my head.

My lips form an airtight seal, my cheeks caving in as I suck on Kwan's yummy cock. I'm laying on my side, leaning over to keep my head in his lap. My hand grips his thigh while my boobs press against his leg. I swirl my tongue all around his length as I move my head up and down. While just holding his tip between my lips, I rapidly flick my tongue along the mushroom head.

I bob my head faster, finding a steady rhythm to continue increasing his pleasure. My hand cups his balls, massaging them as I keep sucking away. With my hair unbounded, it keeps getting in my face while I go down on Kwan. I mumble my gratitude around his length when he gathers up my raven locks and holds them back with one hand.

Kwan lightly tugs on my hair, causing a delightful tingling sensation on my scalp. His other hand runs along my side until his fingertips brush the side of my tit. I just keep giving him head, squirming slightly as my own lust builds. I'm even rubbing my thighs together as I moan around him.

"Glug! Glug! Gak! Glug!" I gurgle while passionately giving head.

"This feels so fucking good," Kwan gasps quickly, his hips bucking slightly.

"Mm, you can cum in my mouth if you want," I pull off him to say, jacking him off while turning to look up at him. "Just warn me before you shoot, okay?"

"Okay," he nods rapidly, pushing on my head in his desperation to feel my mouth on him again.

I blow Kwan for a few more minutes, his breathing growing more and more rapid. Eventually his warning comes and I suck harder, eager for my reward for a job well done. He bucks his hips and groans, his hand holding my head in place as semen coats my tongue. I instinctively swallow the first burst, just in time for the second to blast into the roof of my mouth. I cough slightly as the warm, sticky fluid flows down my throat.

"How was that?" I ask with a giggle when I lift my head from his lap.

"Fucking incredible," Kwan gasps, chuckling slightly.

"Mm, good," I purr, licking my lips as I brush my hair back behind my ears.

Pulling up the straps of my lingerie, I put my boobs away, laughing when he makes a sad face. I grab a bottle of water and take several sips to clear my throat. Cum really is sticky, and sometimes it refuses to go all the way down. After downing half the bottle, I grab Kwan's hand so we can both slip into the two-person sleeping bag.

We kiss softly for a few minutes, Kwan holding me in his arms. He is down to his boxer briefs and I happily press my body against his. More time passes as we switch between kissing and talking. I'm not sure how long it takes for us to fall asleep. I just know it's a great high school graduation.

~Kayla~

I stroll away from the fire with purpose; my eyes locked on the rows of tables beneath the large party tents. Most are abandoned, covered in leftover snack bags and empty cups. There is one table that is occupied by a single person, light from a handheld gaming console illuminating his face.

"Hi, Frank!" I exclaim, sitting down in the chair beside him and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. He flinches slightly, clearly not used to a girl touching him. I intentionally look at the screen before he can react. "That looks like fun. Oh! Watch out for that guy, he looks mean!"

"H-hi, Kayla," he mumbles, glancing at me just long enough for the edges of his screen to turn red, signaling the death of his character.

"Oh no! I'm sorry!" I wince, gripping his left shoulder. "Do you want me to leave you alone?"

"N-no, it's okay," Frank stammers, setting his game down.

I take a moment to go over what I know about Frank, which isn't really a lot. I remember him moving to Ashwood during our junior year and I think his birthday is close to mine. He's slightly taller than I am with brown hair and hazel eyes. Frank has a thick beard that he lets grow wild, in addition to a bit of a gut.

He's quiet. Very quiet. Although, everyone knows about his love for video games. The fact that Frank prefers to stay home makes me wonder why he comes to these things. He doesn't really talk to anyone, I remember forcing him into the bounce house. I do know he has a crush on Marcia, maybe that's it? Of course, he doesn't even try to talk to her. Frank can be sweet when you get him talking, apparently, but accomplishing that is quite the challenge.

Why do I care so much? I try to care about everyone, but I'm going out of my way to talk to this guy I barely know.

Ian. It's because of Ian. Ian, Josh, and Shawn. Our shy boys. I want to help Frank come out of his shell. There's nothing wrong with loving video games, but he's at a social event and I know he likes women. He'll never meet someone this way and it'll ruin his college experience.

"Can I ask you something, Frank?" I question delicately, leaning over until my bikini-clad breast presses into his upper arm.

"Yeah, sure," he nods.

"I don't want to sound mean, and I want you to know you're absolutely welcome here," I begin carefully. "I just, I'm wondering why you come to a party if you just want to spend most of it with your game? You can do that at home."

"I suck at being social," Frank answers sadly. "I never know what to do with myself and I feel uncomfortable. The game is familiar and comfortable."

"I never thought of that. It makes a lot of sense," I reply, releasing him and sitting back down to look at him. "Thank you for being comfortable enough to come in the bounce house."

"That was fun," he smiles.

"You're just saying that 'cause you got to see a titty," I tease, waggling my eyebrows as I think about my boob popping out of my top in the bounce house.

"I, ah, no. I mean, you're, um, you're so, you know, but I wasn't looking!" Frank stammers, his face bright red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," I giggle cutely. "Let's talk about something else. I'm glad you're staying so late."

"M-my mom, she is trying to force me to be more social," he explains, looking away from me in embarrassment. "She told me I should stay late. I'm having fun, I am! A-and I was trying to say you're beautiful but I wasn't looking at, um, you know."

"You're so sweet," I smile, wrapping an arm around his shoulders again so I can pull him toward me and kiss his cheek.

"Wow," Frank gasps, looking at me with wide eyes.

I know that look. There's no doubt in my mind; Frank has never been kissed. I'm tempted to lean in and peck his lips, but the poor boy might die of embarrassment. He's reminding me of Ian right now; a great guy who just needs some encouragement to learn to be comfortable in his own skin.

"Are you excited for college?" I ask, resting my arm on the table.

"I guess," he shrugs, looking like he wants to say more.

"C'mon, talk to me. What's up?" I inquire. "Why aren't you excited?"

"It's not like I'll be any better talking to girls in college," Frank admits sadly. "We'll all be new, so it won't be as bad as being the only new guy, but I was never popular and I never will be. And girls still won't like me at all. I'll always be a loser."

"Okay, three things," I say after taking a moment to gather my thoughts. "First, you're not a loser. Second, socializing takes practice. It can help if you stop focusing on the fact that you're talking to a girl. You're talking to a person. Just try and relax and let things flow naturally."

"That makes sense," he nods thoughtfully. "I was nervous in the bounce house with you and Amanda at first. It got more natural over time."

"Because you relaxed and thought of us as friends," I smile and incline my head. "Yes, I have two nipples and a vagina, but that doesn't mean we can't be buddies."

"You're right," Frank chuckles. "So, ah, what's the third thing?"

"You mentioned girls not liking you, but do you really put yourself out there?" I challenge. "You hide in the corner during social events, so how can a girl get to know you? Or do you expect a hot chick to show up at your side and ask 'hey, wanna fuck?'"

"No, I definitely don't expect that," he snorts before looking at me nervously.

"Go on, say it," I urge. "Be confident and flirty."

"A-although, ah, you did show up at my side," Frank swallows weakly. "S-so, I'm ah, well, I'm..."

"You're halfway there!" I finish for him, giggling. "See? You made a girl laugh. That's a win."

"I like your laugh, your smile," he blushes.

"Thank you, Frank," I grin, placing my hand at the back of his neck and kissing his forehead as I stand up. Then I offer him my hand. "C'mon, I'll give you a tour of the house. It'll help you be more comfortable around a girl."

Frank takes my hand, allowing me to lead him through the backyard and toward the entrance to the mansion. Once we're inside, I loop my arm through his so we can walk side-by-side. It's pretty late, but this is a graduation party, so there are quite a few people still awake. Only a handful of places are off-limits, so we continuously pass classmates as we explore the common areas.

"What's in there?" Frank asks, gesturing toward a closed door.

"Laundry room," I answer. "We can look if you really want to, but I promise there are more interesting places than where I wash my panties."

"You do your own laundry?" he gives me a surprised look.

"Did you think I was a spoiled princess who had everything done for her?" I counter with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't act spoiled, but um, yeah, kinda," Frank admits.

"Daddy made sure I learned to take care of myself," I explain with a giggle.

We're alone when I show Frank the home gym and playfully toss the exercise ball at him. He seems to be getting more comfortable with me, although it's not helping that I'm still just wearing a black bikini top and jean shorts. Frank is dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, and I smile every time I see his lustful gaze admiring my body.

The two of us keep talking while we stop at the kitchen for a couple of sodas. People are still watching a movie in the main living room, although a couple of them seem to be passed out. The game room is full of seniors playing pool or video games. Daddy has some great arcade games and a few setups for more modern consoles.

The dining room really isn't interesting, but Frank is amazed to find out we have a sun room. Daddy's office, the one he rarely uses, is locked. Mommy's isn't locked and seems to be frozen in time. I think the ancient computer is actually hers. At least the room is kept clean and free of dust.

I find myself wondering if the office will one day be Lexi's. Nah, probably not. She'll turn it into a gloryhole or something. Maybe Nicole? Accountants need an office. And if Lexi gets jealous, Daddy can just make room in the basement to build her a sex dungeon. Fuck, I love her. I smile when I imagine Lexi being a psychiatrist. She's such a brat, but it's strangely fitting. She's also insightful and caring.

"You have a library?" he gasps, jolting me out of my ruminations.

"Yeah, we don't use it much," I admit as I lead him into the library. "Daddy used to suggest I do my homework in here, but he eventually gave up. We usually do our homework in the living room while watching television."

"I can't blame you, all this room is missing is a television for video games," Frank comments as he walks through the library with wide eyes and admires the built-in bookshelves.

"With all the tables and places to sit, we're supposed to keep the board games here, too," I tell him. "But they mostly end up getting stacked up in the living room."

"You have an amazing library with a mini bar that you don't use," he shakes his head in bemusement. "Is there a bowling alley stashed away somewhere that you also ignore?"

"We don't have a bowling alley!" I laugh while watching Frank explore the nearest bookshelf.

"That's too bad," Frank says, craning his neck to read the book titles on the higher shelves. "Hey, if I pull on the right book will it reveal a secret door?"

"No," I snort before frowning slightly. "At least, I don't think so."

"No luck so far," he sighs after trying a few books. "That's a shame."

"I like this side of you, it's cute," I smile at him. "And it's nice to learn more about you. You like to read."

"Yeah, I love reading," Frank nods.

"What kind of books do you like?" I ask, hopping up onto a table so I can watch him explore the library.

"Historical fiction, science fiction, and fantasy, mostly," he answers, glancing over at me. "I fell in love with The Halfling when I was a kid. The Traveler's Guide to the Universe is great, too. Oh, and I love L. Walsh. I can't wait for Halcyon Dust to come out."

"Daddy loves those kinds of books," I nod. "I like them, but I read romance, too."

"I like when a book has a romantic element, but not if it's the main focus of the story," Frank replies. "Lately I've been reading LitRPGs."

"Uh, what's that?" I wonder, gripping the edges of the table.

"Literary role-playing game," he explains. "It's a fairly new genre. There's a lot of science fiction and fantasy elements, but it also includes leveling and stats like a video game. For example, a person might get trapped in a video game or there will be some sort of godlike artificial intelligence."

"So, it's like reading a video game?" I ask.

"Yeah, kind of," Frank answers.

"Hm, so books and video games," I tilt my head to the side so I can give him an evaluating look. "What else fills your time?"

"Well, I do like to draw," he shrugs.

"Oh?" I question, a small smirk on my face. "Do you have a NaughtyDraw account where you post dirty drawings?"

"I, ah, well, I do have an account, but I, I don't post stuff like that," Frank mumbles, his anxiety returning.

"Oops, sorry," I bite my lower lip. "I like to flirt. Oh! How about this? You should draw me something!"

"I don't have anything to draw with," he points out.

"I might, hang on," I say, hopping off the table.

Most of the games we use regularly are in the main living room, but there are still some in the library. A lot of them are games for younger kids that I've grown out of. In addition, there are some art supplies Mommy bought me years ago. It takes a few minutes of digging, but I'm able to come up with a sketch pad and some colored pencils.

"You draw, too?" Frank asks in surprise.

"No, not really," I shake my head. "I had to use outlines and could still rarely stay in the lines. This stuff never got thrown out. Would you mind drawing me something?"

"Sure, what would you like?" he smiles, accepting the sketch pad and colored pencils.

"Surprise me," I shrug. "I'll read while you draw."

Frank sits at the table and gets to work while I explore the bookshelves. It's been years since I've looked at some of these books. I smile when I find some of the books Mommy and Daddy used to read to me before bed. We have a kid's section and I am looking forward to reading to Hazel's baby. My new little brother or sister.

I figure I'll have some time while Frank draws, so I don't rush to pick out a book. Exploring the entire library, I smile as I remember helping set up this place when we moved in. Mommy loved books, and I know this place wasn't designed as a library. Daddy had it remodeled as a surprise for her. I frown when I'm unable to find any of the first editions of Mommy's favorite classic books. Daddy must be keeping them someplace else now.

"I'm finished," Frank calls out, making me jump.

"Really? That was fast!" I exclaim, returning to the table where Frank is sitting and holding the sketch pad to his chest. "Don't be shy, let me see!"

"It's okay if you hate it," he blushes, standing up and handing me the sketchpad.

Standing beside him, I accept the sketchpad and turn it to look at the drawing. I gasp. It's not surprising that it's a drawing of me, even if it takes a lot of courage for shy Frank to do something this bold. What is really surprising is that it isn't a quick sketch of the way I look right now.

Prom. The drawing is of me wearing my prom dress. Frank has captured the strapless forest green dress perfectly, and even my eyes have a hint of green. My raven hair is in the same ringlets I remember from Prom night. Every detail is perfect. I look beautiful.

"I love it," I lift my eyes to smile at him. "I thought you had a crush on Marcia, but it looks like you've been admiring me as well."

"I, ah, I have a good memory," Frank blushes. "I wasn't staring at you or anything. I just didn't have a date and I notice people."

"It's okay, I'm not upset," I assure him.

"You were beautiful that night," he states sincerely. "You're always beautiful."

I place the sketchpad on the table and look at Frank intently. He swallows nervously when I reach out to cup his face in both my hands. Taking a step forward, I lean in and press my lips against his. I moan softly in my throat as I kiss him for several seconds.

"I hope you enjoyed that?" I ask, hoping he liked his first kiss.

"I'll remember that for the rest of my life," Frank gazes at me in disbelief.

"See? You put yourself out there and a girl noticed," I tell him.

"T-thank you," he stammers.

"You're welcome!" I grin, leaning in to peck his cheek. "Out of curiosity, is the facial hair annoying when you eat? Your mustache was tickling my nose!"

"Nah, it's never been an issue," Frank admits, looking at me like I'm an angel sent from heaven.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed kissing me!" I wink. "Now, let's continue the tour. Bring the sketchpad in case inspiration strikes."

Frank grabs the sketchpad, the colored pencils, and the case containing his gaming console while I carry our sodas. The poor boy still seems dazed from our kiss as we continue exploring the mansion, but at least he manages to make a few jokes about secret passages. He's disappointed that the mansion doesn't have any, and I have to resist making a dirty comment about my passages.

How far am I going to take this? Even kissing Frank isn't something I planned, my intention was always to just hang out with him, help him realize I'm just a person. Not someone to be intimidated by. I'm happy I get to be his first kiss, do I want to be more?

It's honestly hard to believe that I was a virgin just a few months ago. There's nothing wrong with casual sex, but I do think I've been spreading my legs a bit too easily. It's not like I was expecting to marry David or anything, but I still remember being in love with him. Then spiraling. Daddy and my Slut-sisters saving me. Now, I give it up fairly easily.

I think I should start being more careful, more selective about who I sleep with. Wild hookups can be amazing, but I think Marcia has a point; sex is better with a real connection. Getting back to Frank, I decide I'm going to give him some pointers to help him with the ladies. If things progress naturally, fine. If they don't, also fine.

We eventually reach the bedrooms and I'm not the slightest bit surprised that most of them are occupied. Fortunately, everyone seems to be respecting the rules and there's no one hooking up in my bed. Although, my sheets are still messed up from me dyking out with the cheer coach.

"T-this is your room," Frank mumbles, looking around with wide eyes.

"It is," I nod, placing our sodas on my desk. "First time in a girl's room?"

"Yeah," he swallows weakly. "It's huge!"

"That's what she said," I giggle, making the same joke Melissa uses to annoy Ashley. "You can shut the door. I'd say I don't bite, but, well, I do. I'll go easy on ya."

"O-okay," Frank stammers, shutting the door before walking over to me and placing the art supplies on my desk.

"Thank you again for the drawing," I smile while tearing the drawing out of the sketchbook. Then I set it on top of the picture from Stacey.

"You're welcome," he manages a small smile before blushing and glancing over at my wall where the poster of my favorite singer is hanging.

"You a fan of her music?" I ask, taking a sip of my soda. "Or do you just think she's hot?"

"Can't it be both?" Frank counters.

"I suppose," I shrug. "Tall and blonde, so yeah, she's hot. I wish I had those legs."

"Yours are amazing," he says before blushing, shocked by his own boldness.

"Thanks," I giggle. "And I'm happy with their shape, but I'm just not quite tall enough for that endless legs look she has."

"She is really tall," Frank admits. "I've seen a few videos from her concerts, she's incredible."

"Yes, she is. She's the Queen," I insist with a firm nod. "I know some guys like her music, but most of her fans are women."

"She's huge right now, everyone knows her music, even if they don't like it," he comments. "I like her songs about people belonging together. The breakup ones are sad."

"I'm glad you're not one of the guys who argues she has a thousand songs about guys leaving her and zero songs about blowjobs," I hip-check him playfully. "And you aren't one of those guys who turns bitter when he doesn't have a date, blaming all women. I'm proud of you."

"It's my fault I'm a loser, not theirs," Frank reasons.

"Quick tip," I respond, "a girl wants to have a nice time with you. It isn't just about being confident, it's about being fun. Talking about how much you suck isn't getting anyone's pussy wet."

"Right, sorry," he nods as we both look at the poster of the pop star. "Any other suggestions?"

"Look at me," I instruct, turning sideways to face him.

He immediately complies, standing nervously with his hands at his sides. I evaluate Frank with a critical eye, pursing my lips as I think of the best way to advise him. He has nice hazel eyes, but his wild beard makes him seem kind of like a slob. Frank has an attractive face, but I'd like to see him put more effort into his appearance. The extra few pounds aren't nearly as big a deal as he thinks.

"I know I'm out of shape," Frank mumbles, looking down at his gut.

"It doesn't matter," I shake my head, placing my fingers on his chin to lift his head until he's facing me. "Some women won't like it, some will. That's something you need to understand. Everyone is different and everyone has a different idea of what's attractive. There are some general tips, sure, but nothing is absolute."

"What girl wants a fat guy?" he sighs.

"You're not fat," I roll my eyes. "And some women love the dad bod look more than the six pack look. I encouraged my ex-boyfriend to work out, but maybe that was a mistake. Everyone should try and stay healthy, but you shouldn't change yourself for someone else. What you should do, is show some effort in being you."

"Uh, what does that mean?" Frank frowns in confusion.

"It means that you should put some effort into your appearance. Not for others, but to look how you want to," I explain. "Do you really like having your beard grow wild like that? Or is it just easier not to bother with it?"

"It's easier not to be bothered," he reluctantly admits.

"I think you'd look better with a close-cropped beard," I tell him as my thumb brushes the stray hairs on his cheek. I then run my fingers along his neck beard. "Maybe get rid of the neck hairs and take care of the strays on your cheeks."

"I thought I shouldn't change for someone else?" Frank smirks.

"It's about finding a balance, about showing your authentic self," I smile, my right hand cupping his cheek. "Put some effort into your appearance, talk to me, be fun. Be authentic, real."

"Good," I say approvingly.

My fingertips lightly caress his cheek as I lean in to kiss him again. I don't use my tongue, instead choosing to tease him with my soft lips. Frank is kissing me back, his mustache tickling me again. I soon press my body against him, my bikini-covered boobs squishing against his chest. Then I smile against his lips when I feel his bulge rub up against my hip.

"S-sorry," he mumbles when I break the kiss. He looks mortified.

"Mm, I guess you're happy to see me?" I giggle, batting my eyelashes.

"N-no, no!" Frank quickly shakes his head.

"You're not happy to see me?" I give him my best pouting face.

"No! That's not what I meant!" he says frantically. "Of course I am. I just meant I wasn't expecting, I mean I know we're not gonna, you know.. it's just, you're so beautiful and I've never kissed anyone. It just happened. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize for being attracted to me," I shake my head and grin before pecking his lips again. "This is another lesson, you need to learn to read a girl's signals. I initiated the kiss, I made flirty comments. I think you're cute."

"Y-you do?" Frank asks, clearly completely shocked.

"Mmhmm," I nod cutely while offering my hand as I come to a decision. "Let's talk, Frank."

Encouraging Frank to sit with me on my bed is another shocking experience for the poor boy. I feel a little guilty that I'm making him blush so much, but he's sitting on the edge of my bed with me, so I think he's fine. I remove my flip-flops while Frank takes off his own footwear. He's nervous, but there's no doubt he's quite happy being here.

"W-what did you want to talk about?" he questions, his hands in his lap so he doesn't accidentally touch me.

"I was a popular cheerleader, so yeah, I was asked on a lot of dates throughout high school," I begin slowly. "I went on a few, but they were all the innocent dates kids have."

"I can't relate, sorry," Frank laughs lightly.

"All good," I reply with a smile. "Anyway, they helped me learn to date. I talked with the girls after, giggling at slumber parties while talking about who was cute or who we wanted to ask us out. It was almost like practice for more mature dating."

"I never got any of that," he sighs. "I had a few friends before moving, but I never really made any here."

"Well, you have me now," I playfully punch his shoulder. "And high school is over now. We'll all be new, scared freshman again in a few months."

"But, I still won't have had any practice," Frank reminds me.

"Right," I nod, letting out a breath. "I used to get nervous around cute guys, so I get it. Especially when one guy started coming to football games just to watch me cheer."

"David Cooper?" he asks with a wince.

"Yeah," I confirm sadly. "Dating got more serious. Meeting the parents, spending more and more time together. I thought I was in love with him. Then my eighteenth birthday. I realized I was an adult and it was time."

"You, ah...?" Frank trails off, unable to complete the question.

"Had sex," I finish for him. "It was only a few months ago, it's hard to believe. I didn't have a cherry anymore; horseback riding lessons will do that. I still bled a bit, but it wasn't bad. David was so nice. I didn't necessarily think we'd get married and live happily ever after, but I knew we had shared something special. Something I'd remember for the rest of my life."

"Then the bad stuff happened with Keith," he mumbles. "I, ah, I never looked at the pictures and videos of you or Lexi. I deleted them."

"You got them, too?" I inquire sadly.

"Everyone did, I'm sorry," Frank responds, resting his hand on my bare knee for support. "I'm sorry all that happened to you, Kayla."

"Thank you," I smile, placing my hand on his and squeezing it. "I spiraled, putting myself into bad situations. My friends brought me back, but I still tend to give up the goods easily. I've been thinking I need to be more careful with that. Sex is so much better with someone special."

"I understand that," he nods slowly. "I love the idea of being in love."

"You should, it's amazing," I respond while putting my dark hair into a ponytail. "In life, I've noticed that most things are only as important as you think they are. The meaning comes from you, in what you attach to it. Some people think sex is just physical and it doesn't matter. For others, it's much more sacred. Most people seem to lean toward the latter.

"The point I'm trying to make here is that you'll likely remember your first for the rest of your life. You don't want it to be meaningless, or for it to be with a person you end up hating. So, please think long and hard before making a decision. Don't just stick it in the first available hole."

"I'll be careful. I want something special," Frank promises, removing his hand from my knee as he looks straight ahead. "There aren't any available holes, so it's not a concern at the moment."

"That's actually not true," I tell him.

"W-what?" he asks, turning to look at me with shock on his face.

"I'll have sex with you," it's now my turn to blush. "You know, if you want?"

"S-seriously?" Frank wonders.

"Yes," I state firmly. "But, don't forget what I just said. Don't agree just because you don't want to be a virgin anymore. I'm your friend, but I'm not your girlfriend. I'm not in a good place to date right now. We're on social media and we'll stay in touch, but we're not dating. You have to decide if that's okay with you."

Frank doesn't respond, instead falling silent as he contemplates my words and my offer. I take this as a good sign, proof that he's really thinking about it and not just using his downstairs brain. He keeps looking over at me, a lot of his anxiety gone as he truly considers if this is the right thing for him.

"Why me? Why do you want to do this?" he eventually inquires. "I don't want pity sex. I want someone who actually wants to do this with me. You said you were being more careful about who you did things with, so I'm just trying to figure out why you are offering."

"I'm offering because I want to," I reply with a smile. "Sometimes that's the only reason you need to have sex. Sometimes not. For me? Yeah, I'm horny. And I admit that the idea of teaching you is really hot to me. Plus, nerds make the best lovers."

"We do?" Frank looks at me dubiously.

"Fuck, yeah!" I exclaim, nodding eagerly. "I was with a guy who was every girls' fantasy. Tall, handsome, sexy. Three pumps and he squirted. Every. Fucking. Time. Didn't even care if I enjoyed it. Got what he wanted and left.

"Then I dated the shy guy. He cared more about my pleasure than his own. He wasn't selfish. And the way you just asked what was in it for me tells me that you're not selfish either."

"H-how would this work?" he swallows weakly.

"Well," I begin with a teasing smirk, "first you need an erection. Once your penis is erect, you'll be able to insert it into my vagina."

"I know, I took sex ed!" Frank laughs while I giggle. "I meant, do we just, ah start?"

"Does that mean you're accepting my offer, big guy?" I waggle my eyebrows.

"I think so," he nods slowly. "You were my first kiss, you were the first girl to treat me like a person and not a loser. Even if we aren't in love, I want to remember you for the rest of my life."

"Aw, Frank," I gush, kissing his cheek. "I could never forget you either."

"I'm afraid that I'll, ah, you know, do what that other guy did..." Frank winces.

"What, cum fast?" I ask. "Don't worry about that. The night is young and I think I can help ya get it up more than once."

"Wow," is all he can respond with.

"Okay, so we need to talk about this," I tell him as I scoot back on the bed so I can sit cross-legged. "There are things you should always go over with before sleeping with someone new. Communication is important, don't just jump in the sack. If you're mature enough to do it, you're mature enough to talk about it."

"I understand," Frank nods, sitting across from me. "Where do we start?"

"Birth control," I answer. "I'm on the pill, so we don't need to use a condom. Just remember, you're the guy and you're trusting that I really am on the pill. There are some crazy people out there, so keep that in mind."

"I don't think you would need to trap me," he laughs. "My parents' house is barely bigger than your bedroom."

"I think you're exaggerating there, but I get your point," I giggle.

"I'm really nervous," he admits, blushing slightly.

"Don't worry, we can go nice and slow," I promise. "Don't worry about cumming too fast, it happens. Just show that you care about me and my pleasure. I'll teach you how to please a woman."

"Thank you," Frank says.

"You're welcome," I give him a cute wink. "Now, don't forget about what I said about communication. Guys and girls both tend to suck at this. Girls will fake an orgasm then complain her guy can't make her cum. How's he supposed to know he's not doing a good job if you go out of your way to deceive him?"

"That's a good point," he nods in understanding.

"So, don't be afraid to ask for what you want, don't be afraid to tell her if she does something you really like," I continue my lesson. "Oh! And before I forget, sex is not like porn. They edit out all the awkward stuff. We'll be naked. Real, human bodies. They aren't perfect. Weird noises happen, clumsiness happens. If you can't laugh about it with your partner, you shouldn't be with that person."

"I, ah, I haven't really shaved down there either," Frank winces.

"That's okay, I'm not surprised," I say. "It might be a good idea to start, but that can wait. As long as you're clean down there. Washing your genitals is an important sex rule. For everyone."

"I showered this morning," he confirms.

"Good," I smile. "And I know I'm hitting you with a lot of different things at once. Sorry about that. So, we got washing and I mentioned weird noises. Don't be embarrassed. I know that's easier said than done. The first time a guy went down on me, I farted as I climaxed."

"Really?" he asks, laughing in spite of his nerves.

"I was really relaxed down there," I blush. "Yeah, it happened. I told my girlfriends later and one of them said that if you don't fart at least once during sex he's not doing you hard enough. I think she was joking."

"Sounds like an interesting conversation," Frank chuckles.

"It was," I admit with a smirk. "So, birth control, showering, weird noises, be silly. Hm, oh! And communicate, the most important one. I'll talk more about non-verbal communication later, but for now, remember to talk. I'll go first. I love, LOVE being called a good girl."

"You do?" he blushes slightly.

"Yes! It's such a fucking turn-on," I gush. "A guy telling me I'm a good girl after I make him cum? Yes, please! Bonus points if he pats me on the head after oral."

"I will keep that in mind," Frank whispers, looking at me in awe.

"I know you don't have any experience, so we'll keep talking as things go on," I tell him. "For now, I'm gonna run to the bathroom. I want you to think about what you like. What turns you on when you watch porn and masturbate, okay?"

Leaving Frank to deal with his short-circuiting brain, I enter my bathroom before dropping my jean shorts and bikini bottoms so I can sit on the toilet to pee. A smirk crosses my face when I realize that I'm soaking wet. I love the idea of teaching Frank, of introducing him to the amazing pleasure a hot female body can give him. Maybe I am ignoring my own intention to be more selective, but he's a good guy. And he's going to remember this night forever.

After peeing and washing my hands, I spend some time in front of the mirror to make sure I look perfect. I wash my face and run my brush through my hair before putting it back into a ponytail. Since I'll be naked soon, I toss my jean shorts into the hamper and head back into my bedroom wearing just a black string bikini.

"H-hi," Frank gulps as he admires me in my swim suit while I sashay over to the bed.

"Hey, handsome," I wink, climbing up on the bed and sitting in front of the pillow with my legs stretched out in front of me. "Come sit next to me."

"O-okay," he stammers.

Frank sits beside me and I press my body against him. Leaning up, I playfully nibble on his earlobe while my hand caresses his thigh. He's rock hard, and a small gasp escapes his lips when my fingers start to caress his bulge. This is going to be fun, but I need to help this guy loosen up a bit first.

"So, do you have an answer for me?" I husk into his ear. "I wanna know what you like."

"I, ah, I like it when, you know, the girl says stuff, during sex," Frank admits, his face red.

"Oh, you like dirty talk. I can do that!" I playfully bite his earlobe before continuing. "I can tell you all about how badly I want your big, hard dick. How I wanna get on my knees for you and be your personal slut. How I want you to fuck me until I scream."

"Oh, wow," he gasps.

"Kiss me, Frank," I urge, placing my fingers on his chin and turning his face.

We start off slow, just using our lips to kiss. Frank tenses up when I bring my tongue into the mix, but he catches on quick. His facial hair tickles my nose, but I am still able to lose myself in the kiss. I do stop a few times to give him pointers on how to use his tongue and how to read my physical responses. He's definitely new to this, but there's some real potential. My hands run down his chest and grip his bicep while his nerves cause him to keep his hands off me.

"Are you ready," I begin, pressing my lips to his, "to take things," I nibble on his lower lip, "a bit further?"

"Y-yes," he moans.

"Good," I whisper, breaking our kiss and sitting back slightly so he can see me. I'm gonna give him some information before distracting him further. "Okay, so everyone knows guys love the titties. But, getting your hands on them isn't just about you. Breasts are one of the main erogenous zones and some women can orgasm just from stimulation of the breasts and nipples."

"Okay," Frank replies, his eyes dropping to my chest as he realizes I'm about to get topless.

"Like with everything, communication is most important," I say for the tenth time. "And not just verbal communication. Listen to my moans, pay attention to how my body moves. If you touch me and I push against you, I probably want you to keep doing it. Make sense?"

"Yes," he says to my breasts.

"Oftentimes I'll be lost in the moment and won't tell you what I want with words," I elaborate. "Also, a girl saying 'don't stop, I'm gonna cum' tends to make the guy cum and ruin it. No one's figured out a fix for that one yet."

"I can understand that," Frank laughs.

"I'm sure you can," I respond with a smirk. "I'm gonna give you some general tips, but always keep in mind that everyone is different."

"Not everyone likes the same things," he nods.

"Right," I say approvingly. "So, to start, you don't want to maul my boobs. Caress them. And women like a buildup, don't rush for the nipples. Run your fingers over my flesh, lightly squeezing, massaging. When I'm writhing in pleasure, then you can move on to the areola."

"The area around the nipple, right?" Frank asks to confirm.

"Correct," I nod before continuing. "Then you can roll my nipples. Oh, and remember I have two boobs. Don't just focus on one. Switch it up. You can involve your mouth, pressing my tits together to kiss my cleavage, licking my nipples, sucking on them."

"Wow," he gasps, squirming slightly as he anticipates getting a titty in his mouth for the first time.

"Some women, me included, like a guy to get a little rough with the girls," I tell him carefully. "Always start off slow and don't do anything too rough without talking about it, but don't be shocked if a girl tells you to bite her nipple while you're face is down there. Gently! No one wants their nipple bit off."

"I have nipples and I can tell that would hurt," Frank laughs nervously.

"Yes, but a nice slap to the tit can produce a very erotic sting," I moan in longing. "Make sure she wants it, but yeah, tugging on nipples, jiggling and slapping titties? Some women love it. We're getting more advanced, but I'll introduce you to it slowly."

"S-sounds good," he stammers.

"Women also can like dirty talk, so it might be a good idea to moan about how much you love her tits while you're kissing them," I add, nodding. "A girl wants to know she's desired."

"You are definitely desired, Kayla," Frank breathes, glancing up at my face.

"Mm, you got a little peek in the bounce house," I remind him as I hook my thumb beneath my bikini string. "How about a closer look?"

Frank sits straight up as I teasingly tug on the bikini string. Then I reach both hands behind my back and untie my top. The strings fall away and I hold up the cups with my hands while giving him a coy look. His admiration is making my pussy wet and my nipples hard. In one fluid motion, I toss away my top, baring my breasts to Frank's gaze.

"Holy shit," he moans softly as he stares at my boobs.

"You can touch, but I just thought of something, hang on," I hop to my feet and rush over to my dresser. "Sorry to postpone your big moment, but this is important."

"Uh, what is?" he asks from behind me.

"This," I respond, turning to face him while holding up a black lace bra. "You need to learn to get a girl's bra off."

I can't help but giggle when Frank leans forward to watch me put my bra on. Once my titties are properly supported, I return to the bed and give Frank a quick kiss. Then I start explaining how the clasp works and have him try to get the bra off while we're kissing.

"I got it!" Frank exclaims against my lips the instant the bra comes undone. "I got it!"

"Good job!" I laugh as I pull back slightly. "But, ah, next time don't just announce it. Kind of kills the mood."

"Right, sorry!" he winces.

"All good," I smirk, tossing my bra on the floor. I then grab both of Frank's hands and place them on my tits. "Now, touch me."

He doesn't move for almost a minute, his eyes locked on his own hands as they hold onto my boobs. I moan softly when he starts lightly caressing my tit-flesh. His confidence slowly builds as he tests their weight in his hands. Soon, he's squeezing me, his fingers brushing my nipples.

"I-I love them," Frank whispers.

"Mm, yes!" I hiss. "Tell me more. Love my titties!"

"They feel so good in my hands, I love y-your, your nipples," he gasps.

"Kiss them! Kiss my nipples!" I beg, reaching out to grab the back of his head.

Needing no further encouragement, Frank allows me to pull his head down and bury his face in my titties. Lust and instinct drive him forward, and he's soon slobbering all over my boobs. He starts sucking on one nipple, making me quiver as I hold the back of his head. At my suggestion, he switches to the other boob, sucking on that nipple as well.

"They're beautiful," he husks, licking my nipple. "They're perfect."

I beg him to keep going, encouraging him with my words and moans. This feels really good and I'm happy to allow Frank to keep getting acquainted with my tits. I give him a good fifteen minutes to explore my chest, cooing happily when I realize Frank's confidence continues to grow.

"Mm, why am I the only one topless?" I ask with a giggle as I playfully scratch the back of his head. "Take your shirt off for me."

"Okay," Frank agrees, reluctantly removing his head from my cleavage and lifting his hands from my breasts.

Letting out a breath, Frank reaches for the hem of his t-shirt. I can tell he's nervous so I give him an encouraging smile. Nodding his head, he pulls his shirt off over his head and tosses it on the floor. Frank does have a bit of a beer belly, but he's cute! His chest is covered in dark hair and he looks at me in awe as I run my fingers down his chest.

"What's this?" I wonder, tracing my finger along the scar on his right side, near his hip. "Did you get in a sword fight?"

"I had my appendix removed," he answers with a smile. "I was rushed to the hospital when I woke up in the middle of the night in pain."

I make a sad face before leaning across his body so I can plant a soft kiss on his scar. Then I start kissing up to his chest, dragging my boobs along his stomach. Frank gasps softly when I flick my tongue along his nipple. My hands explore his chest as I switch to his other nipple and start lightly sucking on it.

"Can I see more of you?" I ask in a throaty whisper, kissing all over his chest. "Please. I wanna see it."

"Y-yes," he stammers, his hand on my shoulder. "Yeah, okay."

Sitting up, I give Frank a reassuring smile before reaching out and unbuttoning his shorts. Despite being in shock, Frank lifts his ass and helps me pull down his shorts and underwear. He gasps when my fingers wrap around his shaft and start to stroke him. He does have quite a bit of pubic hair, but he also has a very nice cock.

"Oh, you're thick!" I coo as I jack him off. "Mm, this beautiful dick belongs in my mouth."

"Y-you're really gonna, ah, use your mouth on me?" Frank gasps.

"Well, it's not gonna suck itself!" I giggle.

With that pronouncement, I lower my head and take Frank's dick between my lips. He gasps loudly as I lower my mouth further and further, my nose burying in his pubic hair as my lips form a tight seal. Humming passionately, I begin rhythmically bobbing my head while my hand cups his balls.

"Holy shit, holy shit! That feels amazing!" he groans, instinctively resting one hand on my head. "You're such a good girl."

His statement makes me moan, inspiring me to suck harder, my cheeks caving in as my tongue lashes his shaft. Frank grips my ponytail as my head moves up and down in his lap. I want to take my time and enjoy this, but the build-up of anticipation combining with the pleasure of his first blowjob is too much for Frank.

Frank grunts incoherently, his hips bucking as he starts to cum. The first blast catches me by surprise just as I'm taking him all the way in my mouth. I cough slightly as it goes straight down my throat. Then I pull back and start collecting his semen in my mouth, moaning slightly as I savor the warm saltiness.

"Ah!" I moan when I sit up and open my mouth, allowing Frank to see his cum on my tongue.

"Wow," is all he manages to say.

"Mm, delicious!" I coo, swallowing most of him down. A few drops are still in my mouth and stuck in my throat. "Am I a good girl, Frank?"

"You really are," Frank breathes.

"Mm," I hum, swallowing twice to get the rest of his cum into my tummy. "Uurp!"

"That was cute," he smiles.

"Sorry, cum burp," I giggle.

"You have absolutely nothing to apologize for," Frank chuckles. "Ah, sorry I did that so soon."

"All good, it was expected," I wave him off. "Besides, now you can learn to return the favor. Remember, a real man eats pussy."

"I don't really know how, but I'm happy to try," he responds.

"I'll teach you," I offer, laying on my back and removing my bottoms. I smirk and shake my head when I realize he's frozen. "Frank, I just had your dick in my mouth, stop being scared of me. C'mon, get between my legs."

His eyes devour my naked body, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily. I giggle cutely and stick out my tongue while wiggling slightly. Frank finally works up his courage to knee-walk down the bed and get between my spread legs. He kneels down, his eyes locked on my womanhood, my most intimate area.

"Ready for Professor Kayla's introduction to female anatomy?" I ask with a smirk while using two fingers to spread my labia.

"Yes," he whispers.

Getting into lecture mode, I begin by explaining and pointing out the parts of the vulva. I spend a fair amount of time making sure he can identify my clit, since so many men seem to have trouble finding the little nub. Then I go into detail about how to tell I'm aroused and give him a few tips on how to pleasure a woman.

"You can touch me," I offer, spreading my legs wide.

"O-okay," his hand reaches out, his fingers lightly running along my labia. "You're so wet."

"You're making me wet, baby," I whisper, lifting my head to look down at him. "Taste me. Please. Taste me."

Frank leans forward until the tip of his tongue makes contact with my labia, making me shiver. He takes a few tentative licks before pushing his tongue inside me and swiping it down through my slit. I moan his name, encouraging him to slowly lick me several times.

"You're amazing," Frank moans against my twat.

"Eat me out, baby," I encourage, placing both my hands on his head and pushing his face into my box. "Make me cum."

Being this intimate with a woman is quite new to Frank, and it takes him a minute to realize it's really okay for him to be touching me. At my direction, he pushes two fingers into my cunt while licking my pretty, pink pussy. I hold his head in my hands, my legs lifting as I beg him to keep going.

"Mm, mm," Frank mumbles against my sopping pussy. "Mm, Kayla."

"Oh God, you're doing so well!" I compliment, my back arching. "Keep going! Lick me! Suck my clit, yes! Right there, right there!"

My tits are flopping around as I writhe on the bed, my toes starting to curl. I buck my hips into his face, ordering him to continue sucking on my clit and fingering me. My body tenses as I produce a series of gasping grunts to signal the arrival of my orgasm. Fortunately, Frank has the good sense to keep eating me through my climax.

"Fuck me! I need you in me!" I beg, tugging on his head to get him on me. "Stick your cock in me! Now!"

Frank may be shy and inexperienced, but no guy can resist a hot chick begging for their dick. He quickly gets on top of me and struggles to find the hole. Giggling, I take pity on the poor boy and reach between us to guide his erection toward my entrance. His mouth is hanging open, his face contorted in pure bliss as he buries his entire length in warm, wet vaginal flesh.

"Oh, my God!" he gasps, looking down at me.

"How's it feel, big guy?" I ask, gripping his biceps while squeezing my pussy muscles.

"Perfect," Frank moans. "You feel incredible."

"You're no longer a virgin," I smirk, leaning up to peck his lips as I hook my ankles around his calves. "Now, move. Let instinct lead the way."

We move. It takes Frank a bit to figure out the rhythm, but soon his thrusts are perfectly matching my movements. I remember what he likes and immediately start talking dirty. I say his name, I tell him how big his cock his and how deep he is, I beg him to keep fucking me. The talk is a huge turn-on for me as well, and it isn't long before I'm cumming on his cock.

"You're so beautiful," he groans, continuing to pound my little pussy.

I may be beautiful, but the words coming out of my mouth could not be any more filthy. Frank's face is turning red as I call myself a slut and a whore; I can tell he's close. I scream, begging him to fuck my cunt, announcing that I'm a little cumslut who wants to be filled and covered.

"Cum inside me!" I beg, my nails digging into his arms. "Fill me, fill me! Cum for Kayla! CUM!"

He shudders on top of me, grunting loudly as he blows his load in my pussy. His chest is pressing against mine and I lean up to whisper in his ear that I can feel his hot cum. Another shudder passes through Frank's body as his balls deliver the last of their contents into my womb.

"Holy shit," Frank gasps as he rolls off of me and lays on the bed while panting heavily. "Holy shit."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I giggle, snuggling up to him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"You should," he laughs lightly.

"I hope you're not gonna leave now that you got your rocks off?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.

"Are you asking me to stay the night?" Frank says softly.

"Yes," I answer simply.

"I definitely don't want to think about her right now, but I have to text my mom and let her know I won't be home," he blushes slightly.

"It's sweet that you make sure she doesn't worry," I kiss his cheek. "Go ahead, text her."

Frank gets out of bed and hunts around for his shorts so he can retrieve his phone. Removing my hair elastic, I stretch out on the bed and enjoy the after-sex relaxation. Frank's mom actually calls him, and I find myself giggling as he explains he's having fun and is going to sleep in a guest room. His face is bright red as he talks to his mom while admiring my naked body.

The phone call goes on for a few minutes and I close my eyes as I make myself comfortable. My entire body is completely relaxed, a small sigh escaping my lips as I start drifting off without realizing it. I quickly discover that it isn't just men who can fall right to sleep after getting off.

I yawn loudly when I wake up, completely unsure of how long I've been asleep. Sitting up, I look over and see Frank sitting at my desk. He's wearing his boxers and it looks like he's drawing. Turning his head, he looks over at me and smiles.

"Great timing, I just finished," Frank says, putting the finishing touches on the image.

"Finished what?" I ask as he gets up and walks over to the bed with the sketchpad.

"You're so beautiful, I had to draw you again," he explains, standing beside the bed and handing me the sketchpad.

It's another drawing of me, this time of me laying naked in bed. My face looks peaceful and relaxed, my dark hair is haloed around my head. My large breasts are drawn tastefully, with every detail perfectly captured. The picture ends just below my belly button and I can't help but think I look like a goddess.

"I love it," I whisper, looking up at him. "I love it so much. Thank you."

"You're gorgeous, Kayla," Frank replies softly.

I place the sketchpad down on the bed and get to my feet. Pecking Frank on the lips, I drop to my knees in front of him. Tugging down his boxer briefs, I free his half-hard dick before instructing him to step out of his underwear. Once we're both naked, I grab his dick and direct it toward my mouth.

Frank has already cum twice and the feeling of a warm mouth on his dick isn't as new to him. As a result, he's able to last longer this time. I'm glad, because every guy should experience a naked girl on her knees with her mouth stuffed full of hard dick.

With my guidance, Frank starts playing with my tits while I go down on him. Then I teach him how to hold my hair and guide my head at the speed he wants. He's not ready to really take control and fuck my face, but it's still very enjoyable to be pulled along his throbbing cock.

In just a few minutes, another load of cum is rushing down into my stomach while I lock eyes with Frank and make sexy gurgling noises. I swallow every drop like a good girl and get to my feet. Then I tell Frank I wanna check on the party, so I drink some soda to wash away the taste of cum before putting on my black string bikini.

It's after 2:00AM when I step into the hallway and shut my bedroom door. Daddy and Lexi aren't in bed yet, but all the other rooms are occupied. One door is partially open and curiosity gets the best of me. I tiptoe toward the door and take a quick peek.

I'm treated to the sight of my cousin Abigail getting fucked doggystyle by Lexi's big brother. Abigail is facing the foot of the bed, allowing me to see her bouncing boobs. Her caramel skin is flawless, and she's moaning loudly as she begs Kyle not to stop. I'm starting to understand why Abigail likes redheads; the red chest hair is hot!

I quietly shut the door for them and continue my way through the mansion. Quite a few people are sleeping in the main living room, on couches or in sleeping bags on the floor. One of them snores. A lot. I just shake my head and make my way to the backyard.

No one is in the pool anymore and the fire pit is down to coals. Walking around the pool, I notice that Brittney is fast asleep on a chaise lounge, wrapped in a blanket. A bunch of tents are up, but Daddy has sadly taken down the bounce house. I guess leaving it up all night for people to sleep in isn't a good idea.

Approaching the fire pit, I notice Lexi, Daddy, and Nicole are talking. I'm about to go up to talk to them when I hear a phone buzzing. Frowning, I glance at the closest chair and see Amanda Sawyer fast asleep. Walking over, I notice it's her mother calling. The call ends and I see she has a bunch of missed calls and texts. Lexi calls out to me but I wave her off when the phone starts buzzing again.

"Hello?" I say into Amanda's phone.

"Oh, thank God," I woman's voice answers before turning stern. "Where have you been, young lady? Why haven't you returned any of my calls? I was about to call the police!"

"Uh, this is Kayla," I say when I can get a word in. "It looks like Amanda fell asleep. She's fine."

"She wasn't drinking, was she?" the woman asks.

"I don't think so, no," I respond. "We had a fire pit and I think she was just really comfortable. I'm sorry. I'll wake her up."

"Thank you, Kayla," she tells me, still sounding a bit annoyed. "Please let her know to come straight home."

"I will," I promise. "Goodbye."

I end the call and wake Amanda. Or, rather, I try. She grumbles in her sleep and turns away from me. I start giggling as I lightly shake her shoulder. Amanda is really out, but I'm eventually able to make her stir. She yawns loudly before looking over at me.

"W-what?" she mutters angrily. "What do you want?"

"It's 2:00AM and you missed a bunch of calls from your mother," I explain, confused why she seems so upset to see me. "She wants you to come straight home."

"It's that late?!" Amanda gasps, shooting straight up in the chair.

"It is," I nod as Amanda grabs her phone and gets to her feet.

"Thanks," she mumbles, looking away from me. "I have to go."

"Hey, is something wrong?" I question.

"Yeah, my mom is gonna be upset," Amanda answers.

"That isn't what I meant," I reply. "You seem upset with me."

"Well, I'm not," she sighs. "I'm used to it. You pretty girls just take whoever you want, no matter what they mean to someone else. Fat cows like me don't stand a chance."

"You like Frank," I state, realization dawning on me. "You stayed this late because you were waiting for us to come out."

"And you didn't," Amanda says sadly. "I'm not mad at you. Like I said, I'm used to it. Anyway, I have to go home."

"Come back tomorrow," I offer.

"What? Why?" she frowns.

"You're not fat. In fact, you're very pretty," I tell her honestly. "You need some confidence. Come back tomorrow and I'll give you some pointers. Maybe I can set you and Frank up. You would look adorable together."

"You can't make him want me, Kayla," Amanda snorts.

"No, I can't," I admit. "But, either way, I'll do my best to help you. Please? High school is over. We're all growing up."

"Yeah, maybe," Amanda nods before turning to leave.

I watch Amanda disappear before walking over to Daddy and the two redheads. I hug all three of them and quickly explain that Amanda needs to get home. Nicole tells me that Daddy needs to stay up until every one is asleep for the night. Lexi complains because she wants to fuck.

"I'm gonna pour some water on the coals," Daddy says, heading toward the fire pit.

"Ugh, hurry up!" Lexi whines. "I need some cock!"

"Ideally in your mouth so we don't have to hear you anymore," Nicole rolls her eyes as she crosses her arms beneath her bikini-covered boobs.

"Speaking of cock, your brother is currently giving it to my cousin," I tell both girls.

"Blech!" Lexi makes a face while Nicole winces.

"I don't want to hear about my brother's sex life," Nicole frowns.

"Really? With our exploits? With you doing your own sister?" I tease the accountant.

"Kyle's, well, he's Kyle," Lexi reasons. "He's the mature, responsible one. He doesn't do one-night stands."

"Until now," I giggle, glancing over to watch Daddy dump water into the fire pit.

"Ew. Just, ew," Nicole shakes her head.

"Are you ready yet, baby?" Lexi calls out to Daddy. "I'm horny!"

Daddy rolls his eyes as he approaches the brat. Lexi squeals as Daddy tosses her over his shoulder and swats her bikini-clad bottom. Nicole laughs as she follows Daddy while he carries Lexi into the house. I smirk as I also follow, excited to snuggle up with Frank and fall asleep. It's been a long day.

~Nicole~

"This is so unfair," Lexi pouts, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she sits naked on the bed with her legs crossed.

"It's, ah, your own fault, ah, for, mm, for being such a brat. Oh fuck, that's deep!" I groan, my fingers gripping the comforter as my sexy boyfriend thrusts into me from behind. "Now, ah, y-you, you just get to watch. So fucking good! Ah!"

I'm as naked as my baby sister, my feet firmly planted on the floor while Steven keeps me bent over the bed. My long red hair is framing my face as I grunt each time his entire length claims my tight tunnel, my small boobs jiggling. I can feel my Slut-sisters locket swaying slightly as it hangs from my chest. Steven is rock hard and his throbbing manhood feels so fucking good inside me. Getting to go first while my slutty sister glares at me is a delicious bonus.

"Bitch," Lexi grumbles, unable to hide the desire in her eyes as she watches the show.

"It's your own fault for being so impatient," Steven chastises while holding my butt-cheeks. "Next time be patient and enjoy the moment. We can't always drop everything and fuck."

"I can't believe I'm in sex timeout," Lexi mutters, absentmindedly blowing a strand of auburn hair out of her face.

"Timeout for, ah, for being a brat!" I grunt as Steven continues rhythmically pumping my pussy. "Oh God, fuck me, yes! Mm, now I, ah, I get some, ungh, fuck time with Steven while, ah, you get to watch. Oh my God, fuck!"

Lexi blows a raspberry and flips me off, but I'm way too distracted to respond. My eyelids flutter and I let out a small moan in response to the wonderful cock filling me. Balancing on one hand, I manage to get my other hand between my legs so I can rub my clit.

Steven switches his grip to my hips, holding me tightly as he takes me while making the manliest grunting noises. He doesn't take the time to spank me or pull my hair; both of us are just so aroused that all we can focus on is getting his cock in and out of me. With my fingers on my clit, I can feel my pleasure building. Lexi isn't the only one who can get impatient and I am ready to cum.

"I love you," Steven gasps, his fingers digging into my skin.

"I love you, too," I reply in a throaty whisper, completely lost in the moment. "Oh God, don't stop, don't stop! I'm gonna cum!"

Lexi is squirming on the bed, resisting the urge to play with herself while she watches Steven fuck me. Her green eyes are glowing with lust as her tongue snakes out to lick her upper lip. I briefly admire the swirling patterns of freckles on my baby sister's naked body before my orgasm consumes me, rendering me incapable of conscious thought.

My vaginal muscles ripple, clamping down on Steven's hard dick as I squeak and grunt. He keeps thrusting, strengthening and prolonging my orgasm. My eyes roll back as I shudder, a second climax arriving just as the first ends. I manage to gasp out his name before biting my lower lip and squealing. This is heavenly and I want to be fucked like this every day.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Steven asks, pulling my hips back as he thrusts his forward.

"Wherever you want, baby," I husk back in the sexiest voice I can manage. "I love your cum. I love it in me, on me. You can shoot it wherever you want."

"Your mouth," he grunts, making my pussy purr.

"Yes!" I hiss, my right leg shaking slightly. "I wanna eat your cum!"

"Turn around, turn around," he quickly orders, pulling out of me and taking a step back.

I spin around and drop to my knees like a good slut. Steven is jacking off while his cock approaches my open mouth. Grabbing his base, I take Steven between my lips while looking up at him. In just two hard sucks, he tenses and starts shooting. His hands bury in my hair as he pumps my mouth full of cum. I hear Lexi moan longingly from the bed, and I smirk as my throat contracts, claiming every last drop of semen as my own.

"You should have saved me some!" Lexi grumps when I stand up.

"With how you've been acting?" I arch an eyebrow as I hop up onto the bed. "I'd just spit it in your face."

"And you think I wouldn't enjoy that because...?" Lexi inquires.

"Right. Look who I'm talking to," I giggle.

"Guys love when girls swap cum," Lexi continues, glancing at Steven as he joins us on the bed. "And we're two hot redheaded sisters, that's even better!"

"Impatient to get me hard again?" Steven chuckles while laying down.

"It may be past your bedtime, but you are not getting out of railing me!" Lexi growls. "So, don't even think of falling asleep, old man."

"Forget bratty, she gets mean when she doesn't get her way," I giggle, laying down beside Steven and snuggling up to him.

"Maybe I'll just cut you off if you won't bother to satisfy me," Lexi suggests to Steven while brushing her hair back behind her ears.

"How long do you think she'd last, Nicole?" Steven asks me, holding me close. "A day?"

"I was thinking forty-five minutes, but sure, a day," I smirk.

"I'd last longer than that!" Lexi exclaims.

"Yeah, right," Steven snorts before addressing me. "Sometimes I wake up to her humping me in the middle of the night. It's the same problem Stacey has with April. We talk at work about how we never get a good night sleep."

"Neither of you would change me," Lexi declares confidently.

"You sure about that?" I inquire with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, I think she's suffered enough," Steven says. "How about a shower, Lexi?"

"Yes! Finally!" Lexi grins, jumping out of bed.

"Hang on, just a second," I speak up before Steven can follow.

Reaching over, I grab my phone off the bedside table and open the camera. I press my breasts against Steven's chest so that I'll be covered, then I hold the phone up to get a shot of the two of us. Steven smiles and holds my shoulder so we can get a nice picture.

"After sex selfie?" Lexi asks.

"For my friends," I explain. "They'll only be able to see my back and his chest, no nudity."

"I hope they like it," Steven laughs before getting out of bed.

I watch as Lexi and Steven walk toward the bathroom while admiring my boyfriend's tight ass. Taking a sip of water, I open the group chat I use to talk to my four closest friends outside of the Slut-sisters. In fact, drawing inspiration from the high school girls, I have the old chat renamed as "Sluts About Town." I quickly send them the picture of Steven and me.

Liz: Damn, get it girl!

Eve: He's cuuuuute.

Liz: Fuck yeah, he is! I'd love to curl up in that chest hair.

Nicole: You two are acting like you've never seen him before!

Eve: Not in person. You're really talking him up.

Liz: Eve has a point. I doubt he can live up to the pedestal you put him on!

Nicole: You'll like him, I promise.

Eve: You two still in bed?

Nicole: Nah, he's in the shower with my sister.

Eve: Still weird.

Liz: It's not like they do each other. That guy looks man enough to satisfy two women.

Eve: Good point.

Paula: Will you bitches shut up? It's the middle of the night and I'm trying to sleep!

Nicole: Married life made you old and boring. : P

Paula: No, I got dick at a reasonable hour and then went to sleep!

Eve: Old and boring.

In response, Paula sends a picture of herself in bed with her husband. Joe and Paula are both naked, but Paula has an arm over her breasts as she blows a kiss at the camera. She's the only one awake, as Joe is clearly out cold. Since Paula is topless, it definitely counts as an after sex selfie.

Another image comes in, this one of Lizzie, who is laying in a bed that is definitely not hers. The blanket is pulled up over her breasts and she's giving the camera a fake smile. A smile that definitely doesn't reach her eyes. Behind her is a guy with his back toward her, fast asleep.

Lizzie: He picked me up at Club Frenzy. I forget his name. :/

Eve: Uh, how was it?

Paula: Amazing. Joe knows how to push my buttons!

Nicole: I don't think I can feel my legs anymore. ;)

Eve: I was asking Lizzie, but thanks.

Lizzie: It was alright. Another one who watches too much porn and wants to cum on my face.

Liz: It's good for the skin!

Paula: I like it. Face, tits, mouth; all good!

Lizzie: I like it sometimes, but it's usually easier to just shoot it in me!

Nicole: Oh, he kept making you move around to take his cum?

Lizzie: Yeah, pretty much.

Eve: With those giant knockers of yours, I'm surprised he went for the face.

Paula: On that note, I'm putting my phone on silent and going back to sleep. Goodnight.

A few more texts and I put my phone down with a sigh. Our group of five is great, but I feel like the Slut-sisters have helped me grow so much more. I'm not a virgin anymore, in fact, I'm perfectly comfortable sending an after sex selfie! I'm also naked a lot more than before, but that's not a bad thing.

Stretching out on the massive bed, I glance around the room, marveling at its size. My entire apartment could fit in just this one bedroom. I smile when I think about childhood dreams of falling in love with a rich, handsome prince. Steven's not a literal prince, but he's my prince. Lexi's involvement is definitely not foreseen, but this is still a dream come true.

Circling my fingertips around my right nipple, I get comfortable as I feel my tender pussy flood with moisture once again. Sliding my hand down my flat stomach, I allow my fingers to brush my pubic hair until I finally reach my target. I run my fingers along my labia to coat them with my juices before starting to rub my clit.

I'm still horny, so it only takes a couple minutes to get myself off. Feeling relaxed and content, I slip under the blanket and curl up happily. The room is fairly dark, I'm comfortable, and it's about 3:00AM. It's not surprising that I fall asleep within a few minutes.

I'm rudely woken up by someone quickly ripping the blanket off of me. A small body jumps on top of me, driving the air from my lungs. I immediately realize who it is, since there's really only one person it can be. I react almost instantly, wrapping my arms around her and flipping her over so I can get on top of her.

Unfortunately, Lexi is scrappy. When I straddle her, Lexi grabs my tits to hold me up. Then she lifts her body and somehow manages to get her tongue in my ear. I squeal and try pulling away, but now she's holding my nipples between her fingers, keeping me in place. I'm on top, but the brat is still able to maintain full control.

Making her move, Lexi slips out from underneath me with impressive skill. My upper body collapses on the bed, leaving my butt in the air as Lexi gets behind me. I yelp when my baby sister swats me on the bottom. She then grabs my hips and shoves her face in my twat.

"Oh!" I gasp in surprise as Lexi's tongue pushes between my labia. "Ohhhh..."

All my annoyance melts away as Lexi eats me out from behind. My sister has an amazing tongue, one capable of movements I don't even fully understand. Within forty-five seconds I tense up and cum hard. Lexi just spreads my butt-cheeks and continues munching away.

Movement to my side causes me to lift my head just in time to see Steven climb up on the bed, his big dick bobbing slightly. Mm, don't mind if I do. Getting up onto my elbows, my head darts forward so I can start sucking on the beautiful pole. Steven buries his hands in my hair, fucking my face while Lexi licks my slit.

What follows is an amazing threesome. Steven eventually puts Lexi on her back so he can hold her ankles while fucking her little pussy. I ride my sister's face, smiling at Steven as we both take pleasure from our favorite little brat. I love watching his abs clench as he drills Lexi.

Lowering myself, I tongue Lexi's clit while Steven continues pounding her. Lexi explodes in orgasm just as Steven pumps her full of cum. I suck out the last few drops before slurping out the creampie. Then I flip around so I can snowball Lexi some of Steven's cum.

Lexi and I start tribbing while Steven watches and waits to recharge. We both cum a couple of times before Steven is ready to go. He then fucks his two girlfriends in several different positions until he's ready to pop. Lexi and I get on our knees on the floor and let him hose down our faces while we beg for it.

"Mm, that was amazing," I purr while the three of us cuddle after cleaning up.

"We could do this every day if you moved in," Lexi points out.

"We've covered this," I giggle, running my toes along Steven's calf. "It's a little early in our relationship for that. And you don't get to invite other people to move in; it's not your house!"

"Whatever, it's not like he'd say no," Lexi rolls her eyes before looking up at Steven. "Right, baby?"

"Still being a brat," Steven sighs, squeezing Lexi's butt and ignoring the question.

"I'll get all my Slut-sisters under one roof, just you wait," Lexi states firmly. "Nicole's gonna cave, then I just need Marcia and Ashley."

"You still think you can manage to get all of us into a relationship with Steven?" I ask.

"Well, except maybe Kayla," Lexi sighs. "I think I can keep her in the house, but I might have to let her have a husband. Maybe he can sleep outside or something."

"You do know the others have some say in this, right?" Steven questions.

"No, thank you," Lexi shakes her head. "They'll see my way is right."

"Whatever you say," I reply while playing with my Slut-sisters locket. A thought occurs to me and I look over to see Lexi is wearing hers. "Are you not going to wear your 'A' necklace anymore?"

"I love them both, so I'll probably switch back and forth," Lexi shrugs. "You know, I might need a safe of my own if I keep getting nice jewelry."

"I guess you already have one," Steven says slowly.

"Uh, I do?" Lexi frowns.

"In the walk-in closet," he replies.

"That's where your safe is," Lexi says while I look on in interest.

"There are two safes in the closet," Steven explains.

"Since when?" Lexi wonders.

"Since we moved in," he smiles slightly. "The walk-in closet is divided into two sides, you know, for two people. Each side has a safe. You've been hanging your dresses in front of it for awhile now."

"How observant of you, Lexi," I tease.

"Well, I don't wear dresses all the time and I use the dresser for a lot of clothes..." Lexi trails off. "Shut up."

"So, ah, the safe was Aria's?" I ask carefully.

"Yes," Steven answers simply. "And don't blame her for not noticing. Like my safe, it's hidden behind a panel."

"See? Not an idiot!" Lexi grins.

"Right," I snort.

"Is that where a lot of her jewelry is? Like the earrings you just gave Kayla?" Lexi inquires while flipping me off.

"Also yes," he sighs. "All that's left in there is her jewelry. It should fit in my safe, so I can clean it out for you."

"You don't have to," Lexi shakes her head. "It's fine."

"Aria's been gone for almost eleven years, it's okay for you to use the safe," Steven responds, sitting up. "In fact, let's take care of it now."

"At 4:00AM, why not?" I say teasingly, trying to lighten the mood.

The three of us get out of bed and make our way to the large walk-in closet. Steven pushes aside Lexi's dresses and shows us how to find the hidden wall safe. I feel like I'm in a movie or television show as Steven punches in the code and opens the safe. Inside is a large jewelry box, along with a bunch of smaller ones for individual pieces.

"So cool," Lexi comments. "Can I change the code?"

"If you want, just don't forget it," Steven replies.

"Uh, I'll keep it the same," Lexi smirks.

"Good call," I giggle.

"Here, help me move this stuff," Steven requests.

I'm pretty sure I'm carrying enough wealth to buy a couple of houses as I wait for Steven to open his safe. Lexi is currently putting a few things in her safe. Or rather, she's playing with the safe. She keeps replacing the hidden panel, then going through the process of opening it again while giggling to herself.

"Are you finished over there?" I call out to Lexi when Steven finishes organizing his safe. Good thing there's a lot of room in it.

"Right, sorry," Lexi says, closing the panel and fixing her dresses before coming over to our side of the closet. "What else you got in there?"

"A few things," Steven responds.

"What kind of things?" Lexi follows up with, peering into the safe.

"Stop being nosy," I admonish.

"Why are there books?" Lexi asks, ignoring me completely. "You know you have a library, right?"

"They're first editions of Aria's favorite classics," Steven explains. "I also keep important documents in here. Like my birth certificate, my social security card, my passport, the title to my car, my will."

"Am I in your will?" Lexi questions shamelessly.

"No, it hasn't been updated since we got together," he replies with a shake of his head.

"You should probably get on that," my baby sister advises.

"Lexi!" I hiss, swatting her on the shoulder. "Not funny!"

"I wasn't trying to be funny," Lexi reasons.

"Someone needs a spanking," Steven chuckles.

"Oh, yes please!" Lexi coos. "I've been such a bad girl lately, maybe you should also fuck me up the ass while spanking me and pulling my hair? Just a thought."

"You're being extra bratty today," I observe, rolling my eyes at Lexi as Steven takes a picture out of the safe. "What's your problem?"

"I'm a horny high school graduate!" Lexi declares. "I have a hot boyfriend who I'm totally in love with, I'm gonna be an auntie, and I'm making progress getting all the Sluts to move in. Everything is coming up Lexi."

"The trial?" I ask simply.

"Why?" Lexi glares at me angrily. "Why the fuck would you bring that up now?"

"Yeah, good point," I wince, noticing that Steven is staring at the image and ignoring us. "Sorry."

"Apology not accepted," Lexi responds, reaching around Steven to pinch my nipple.

"Ow! Bitch!" I snap, swatting her hand away.

"Now we're good," she sticks out her tongue. "You're lucky I love you."

"You're lucky I tolerate you," I retort. "It's late. Maybe we should go to bed. Steven?"

"Baby?" Lexi frowns when he ignores me.

"Steven!" I call out, still getting no response.

"Steven Thomson!" Lexi shouts, pinching his bare ass.

"Huh? What?" he jumps, looking around. "Oh, sorry."

"What are you looking at?" I inquire.

"Kayla's ultrasound," he smiles, showing us the picture. "The first one. We have others in the photo album and on the computer."

"Kayla was just a little peanut," I grin, taking the picture.

"You do have photo albums in there!" Lexi exclaims, still fascinated by the safe. "And an external hard drive?"

"My wedding album is in there, too," Steven explains. "And Kayla's baby book. The external drive is a copy of my files. You should always have multiple backups. I have an off-site backup as well."

"Anything dirty on there?" Lexi wonders.

"Yes, if you must know," he chuckles.

"I must," Lexi nods. "There's a thumb drive, too. Wait..."

"Yeah, it's the one Keith gave your parents," Steven confirms. "I also have the money that asshole gave Hazel at the Noble Star Motel. The guy who thought she was a prostitute."

"I'll rip that guy's balls off if I ever get the chance," Lexi snarls before reaching into the safe. "What's this?"

"Are we ever going to bed?" Steven asks instead of answering.

"Soon!" Lexi giggles. "Nicole's looking at the Kayla fetus and I want to know what this is!"

"It's a thousand dollar bill," he answers. "Graded a perfect seventy."

"Seventy is perfect?" Lexi frowns.

"Paper money is graded from one to seventy," I grunt while still admiring the ultrasound picture. I can't help but think of having one in the future, of a little life growing inside me. "Don't ask why, no clue."

"Seventy is perfect," Steven continues for me. "I don't have a lot of collectibles, but I really liked it and it was a great price."

"Got a ten thousand dollar bill in there?" I ask.

"No," he chuckles. "Lexi, they used to make much bigger bills than they do now. I told Marcia about this when we talked with her parents about their lottery winnings."

"Don't care," Lexi declares, putting the bill back in the safe.

"I'm gonna tell you anyway," Steven announces. "Bigger bills were made due to the gold rush, but the government eventually decided they didn't want it to be easy to move around large amounts of cash. So, they only make hundred dollar bills now."

"The ten million Keith wanted would have been completely impractical to carry around," I add, handing Steven the ultrasound picture.

"That came up with Marcia, too," Steven nods, putting the picture away. "Now, let's go to bed."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Lexi exclaims, reaching into the safe and pulling out a coin box filled with coins that are lined up. "I thought you didn't have a lot of collectibles?"

"Those aren't collectible coins, not really," he shakes his head.

"Why else have a bunch of coins that are only worth twenty dollars?" Lexi frowns, holding up the gold coin.

"Whoa," I gasp, my eyes wide. "Um, Lexi, t-those are real gold."

"Correct," Steven smiles. "They aren't worth money because of the year. Twenty dollar gold pieces used to be worth only twenty dollars. Now, ah, well, each coin contains an ounce of gold. They're a popular way to keep money in gold."

"How much is an ounce of gold worth?" Lexi wonders, still examining the coin with mild interest.

"Over three thousand dollars," I answer, my eyes wide. "And, ah, that's quite a few coins."

"Oh," my baby sister states, swallowing weakly while admiring the coin. She then turns to Steven with an innocent expression. "Can I keep this one?"

"No, you can't," he rolls his eyes. "Let's get to bed."

Steven puts everything back in the large safe and puts the panel back in place before the three of us return to the bed. It's late and we're all exhausted, even Lexi. We end up in our favorite position in bed; Steven in the middle with a naked redhead on each side. Lexi and I rest our heads on his chest as our hands caress his stomach. His strong arms are wrapped around us and I can't help but sigh contentedly.

"Steven?" Lexi whispers.

"Yes?" he replies.

"Sorry I was extra bratty today," Lexi mumbles. "I was emotional about graduation and overwhelmed about the future."

"It's fine," Steven kisses the top of her head. "You'll be a brat in your eighties, I've accepted that."

"You'll be over a hundred if you're still around then," I tease, my fingertips caressing his stomach.

"He will be," Lexi snarls. "He is NOT allowed to go first."

"I'm twenty-two years older than you, Lexi," Steven reasons. "I'm sure it won't be for a very long time, but you'll likely outlive me."

"We aren't talking about this," Lexi insists. "But, thanks for acknowledging we'll still be together then."

"You're welcome," he chuckles.

"If you expect to die first, why did you want to be in his will?" I inquire.

"Shut up, don't question me," she giggles.

"Behave, ladies," Steven admonishes.

"Oh, and thanks for letting me use the safe," my baby sister adds in a nervous voice. "I know it's hard for you to share those things. I see how you look at me when I sit at Aria's vanity."

"It's yours, Lexi," Steven lets out a breath. "I'll always love Aria, but I have to live my life. And you are both a very important part of that life. In fact, you should make a few changes to the room so you feel more at home."

"I am home," Lexi sighs happily. "But, I just might take you up on that."

"You should," he says. "I love you. And I love you, Nicole."

Lexi and I both express our love for Steven before saying goodnight. I can hear his heartbeat and feel his soft breathing. It's so relaxing, causing me to quickly start drifting off. His fingers are lightly caressing my bare shoulder as I smile softly, pressing my body against him. I'm half-asleep when Lexi speaks one last time.

"Don't forget you need to spank me and fuck my ass tomorrow," Lexi reminds Steven.

Way to kill the mood, Lexi. Thanks.