Birthday Pool Party Ch. 59

Hey guys, here's Chapter 59! 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.

We're almost there. The next chapter, Chapter 60, will be the last main chapter. There will then be at least two epilogue chapters. Then a break before I start Book 2, which will hopefully be free of some of the mistakes I made this time around. I haven't decided if my next release will be the next chapter of Birthday Pool Party or if it will be Love in the Balance. I'll think about it over the next couple days while outlining both chapters.

Please note that this story is a work of fiction. I might use parody names for pop culture references: including songs, books, movies, and celebrities. However, they are not meant to accurately represent the real people or media. This is a fictional universe. As always, this is a world without STI's, and everyone involved in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old.

-Witty

~Stacey~

"Wake up!" I say loudly, swatting April on the bottom. "It's after ten."

"Hrmph, ungh!" April grumbles. For some reason, she's sleeping on her knees with her head and chest on the mattress, leaving her naked ass in the air. "Fucking bitch."

"C'mon, you," I giggle, leaning down to kiss her right butt-cheek. "I know it's a Saturday, but we have a party to get back to. Let's go!"

"I'm tired," the blonde nerd sighs, turning her head to the right and blowing a strand of wavy blonde hair out of her face. "And my holes are sore."

"That's what you get for being a whore," I reply in a sing-song voice as I take off my robe and toss it aside, leaving me as naked as April. "No one made you take on three dicks at once."

"That was fucking incredible," April says happily. "Mm, and I loved dominant Stacey, too."

"Is that so?" I ask, reaching over to brush a lock of hair behind April's ear. "Did you like being my little pet?"

"I loved it," she smiles, her green eyes sparkling. "I like being yours."

"Perhaps dominant Stacey will make a reappearance soon," I smirk as I run my fingertips along April's bare back.

"I'll warn the guys," April giggles. "I think you may have scared them last night."

"Oh, they're fine," I snort, rolling my eyes. "They got some really hot sex and learned that a woman can take charge."

"But, you're still not taking a turn with them?" she wonders.

"No," I answer simply. "I'm not comfortable enough with them. I'm not like you, who can just see them as living dildos."

"Your loss," April shrugs, still refusing to move.

"By the way, did you have any weird dreams last night?" I ask. "Apparently a lot of people did. Minor drug incident, no big deal."

"I don't remember, I was really out," she responds. "And it's because I was well and truly fucked."

"And seemingly don't care about the drug comment," I shake my head, swatting her butt again. "Let's go, get up."

"No," April says quickly. "Don't want to."

"I know how to get you moving," I say confidently.

My petite girlfriend doesn't react as I kneel between her legs. April's pussy is on full display, causing me to lick my lips in anticipation while gripping her butt-cheeks. Leaning in, I plant a quick kiss on her vulva. Then I strike; burying my entire face in her wet box.

"Oh!" she gasps loudly. "Stacey!"

I eat out April for several minutes, using my lips, tongue, and fingers to bring her to a very loud climax. The orgasm is like a shot of adrenaline for the little nerd and she quickly shoots up and lays me down on the bed. Getting on top of me, April squishes my boobs together so she can bury her face in my cleavage and slobber all over my titties.

"Mm, suck my nipples," I moan, arching my back while holding April's head to my chest. "Fuck! Yes, just like that!"

It isn't long before we start tribbing, rubbing our pussies together as we both moan and pant. April lifts her head from my bosom so she can push her tongue into my mouth. I grab her butt, sucking on her tongue as she undulates on top of me, our boobs pressing against each other.

We finish making love, and I'm finally able to drag April's lazy ass out of bed. We're lucky enough to find a free bathroom so we can shower together and get ready for the day. I get dressed in jean shorts and a gray t-shirt, while April goes with her favorite green skirt and a white blouse.

Making our way through the house, we pass a few of Kayla's classmates. Kevin and Derek both greet us enthusiastically before heading to the game room to shoot some pool. I'm not sure where the third guy from last night is, and I still can't remember his name.

The backyard is full of activity, with everyone having fun while music plays. There are people in the bounce house, people using the photo booth, and others are enjoying the pool. A handful of tents are still set up, and with the fire pit, the place is making me think of a campground.

It is basically lunchtime, so there are a lot more options for food besides just pastries. I choose a muffin while April makes herself a sandwich and grabs a small bag of chips. There are a handful of people I recognize, and we end up sitting at a table with Hazel and Alex, Kayla's cousin.

Steven isn't out here yet, so I imagine he's busy playing with the redheads. I eventually spot Kayla heading our way. She's wearing a sleeveless white romper with blue floral print. The guy with her looks like he's shocked to just be in her presence. He's a couple inches taller than she is and really needs to trim his beard. He's cute! It's just a shame he doesn't put more effort in to his appearance.

Kayla joins us and introduces Frank, a fellow graduate. The six of us talk while we eat, laughing over the story of the caterer ditching his stash in the sauce. No one seems to want to discuss their dreams, which makes sense. Hazel has her fears regarding her pregnancy, and I imagine Kayla relives that horrible kidnapping all the time. I'm just glad everyone seems to be in a good mood.

"So, Alex," April says as she leans forward, clearly admiring his caramel skin and muscular arms, "what do you think of the west coast? We apparently have free drugs."

"I'd prefer to stay away from illicit substances, and the heat is a bit much," Alex responds, wrapping an arm around Hazel's shoulders. "The company, however, is amazing."

"Down boy," Hazel admonishes, a reluctant smile on her face as she pats his arm.

"Can't blame the guy for trying," Kayla comments before taking a sip of her soda.

"Kayla's not wrong," I gesture toward Hazel. "You're looking hot."

Hazel really is beautiful. I'm jealous of that natural tan look; I'm so white I turn red under the sun. She's wearing a pair of white shorts with an elastic waist and stylish tie belt. Her top is a spaghetti-strap yellow shirt that hugs her curves. As usual, Hazel's long brown hair is in a ponytail down her back.

"I'm bloated and my boobs hurt," Hazel grumbles, staring at the bottle of water in her hand.

"You're gorgeous, Hazel," Kayla speaks up. "Right, Frank?"

"Y-yes," Frank nods nervously.

"I'd hit that," April agrees.

"So would I," Alex smirks as he squeezes Hazel's shoulder.

"Yeah, well, we'll see about that," Hazel giggles.

The conversation turns to everyone's summer plans, and I realize it would be fun to take a week off and spend it with April. The graduates plan on enjoying their last real summer as kids by relaxing as much as possible. Alex tells us about going to New York next weekend for Independence Day. He and a few friends will get hotel rooms and take the ferry to Hoboken to see the fireworks show on the Hudson River.

People are continuously stopping by to say hello to Kayla and chat for a few minutes. Marcia shows up with a cute Korean guy named Kwan. The quiet girl is wearing jean shorts and a red top. Her dark hair is framing her pretty face and she's smiling happily. I can see there's quite a bit of chemistry between the two of them.

"Well, well, well," Ashley says, inserting herself between Kwan and Marcia so she can wrap an arm around each of their shoulders, "don't these two make a cute couple?"

"They really do," Kayla confirms with a smile.

"Fucking adorable," April adds.

"I hope you were able to satisfy my girl last night?" Ashley asks, turning to look at Kwan.

"Ashley!" Marcia gasps, her face red. "Knock it off."

"Oh, you're fine," the tall blonde laughs. "We talk about way worse!"

Ashley has a huge grin on her face, and I'm reminded once again of how tall she is due to the way she's absolutely towering over Marcia. The blonde is even taller than Kwan. Ashley is also dressed in an adorable summer mini-dress. The dress is light blue with a dark blue floral print. It has a square neckline and really cute short sleeves.

"You're embarrassing her," Kayla admonishes.

"She's right, that's enough," Josh says, appearing behind his girlfriend.

"Ugh, whatever," Ashley grumbles, kissing Marcia on the cheek before turning to give Kwan a peck. Then she releases them both and returns to Josh. "I was just having fun."

"By channeling your inner Lexi?" Kayla suggests with a raised brow.

"Lick my twat," Ashley rolls her eyes.

"That was very Lexi," I point out.

"Lexi does seem to be very, ah, energetic?" Alex observes.

"You have no idea," Hazel snorts. "We always say she's a ball of endless slutty, redheaded energy."

"Hurricane Lexi," Kayla smiles softly.

Our group of ten talks for awhile, several conversations happening at once. The voices die down when someone turns up the music so people can start dancing. Ashley grabs Josh and drags him out onto the grass so the two of them can dance. The blonde keeps waving at Marcia, who blushes and lets Kwan lead her away as well.

"Don't feel like dancing?" Alex asks Hazel when the tan girl shows no indication of wanting to get up.

"Nah, maybe later," Hazel shrugs, sipping her water. "I wanna relax and enjoy the sun."

"Same, girl," Kayla agrees, pulling out her phone. "Same."

"It is a really nice day," I comment, glancing around the yard. Our table is under a tent, but there is no escaping the sun's rays.

"So, what's the plan?" Alex inquires. "We've got the entire day ahead of us."

"Well, Kayla?" April smirks. "How do you plan on entertaining us?"

"What, do you want me to climb up on the table and do a striptease?" Kayla frowns.

"April will do it with you, I'm sure," I snort. "You wouldn't even have to get her drunk, and I'm sure the boys would enjoy it."

"How about April and Hazel instead?" Alex suggests while Frank just blushes.

"I'm in!" April giggles, causing me to sigh and shake my head.

"Keep your clothes on, Kayla." Alex adds. "Please."

"I was planning on it," Kayla rolls her eyes before looking back down at her phone.

"Why would you want her to? Kayla's fucking sexy!" Hazel declares.

"She's my cousin, that's gross," Alex makes a disgusted face. "Got any other ways keep us busy, Kayla?"

"It's not really going to be anything structured, I don't think," Kayla replies slowly. "There's gonna be hot food for dinner, and I'm sure we'll have another bonfire tonight. Other than that, we're all pretty much on our own."

"Are you two staying over again?" Hazel asks, nodding toward April and me.

"Probably," I answer.

"We don't have plans tomorrow," April nods. "And we already claimed a bedroom."

The six of us start suggesting different ideas for how to spend the day. It's a beautiful Saturday full of potential, and we have plenty of ideas. Day drinking is quickly shot down, fortunately. Hazel can't drink and I don't feel like getting drunk this early. A few people are sipping on alcoholic beverages, but no one is going crazy or playing any drinking games.

No one comes up with anything clever, causing our conversations to splinter somewhat. Alexander is flirting with Hazel, and I can tell the tan girl is receptive to his advances. Kayla is doing her best to help ease Frank's nerves, as well as show him how girls show interest. He blushes when she playfully scratches the hair beneath his chin.

April and I sip on our drinks as we watch the party continue. Marcia is dancing with Kwan, a huge grin on her face. Ashley has her long hair in a cute sideways ponytail as she dances with Josh and another blonde girl. Off to the side, several football players have somehow acquired toy guns that shoot foam darts. They're having some sort of battle with teams and everything. April is glad they're shirts are off while they run around.

"I'm here!" Lexi declares, making me jump as she approaches our table. "Now it's a party!"

"Lucky us," Hazel replies sarcastically.

"I know!" Lexi agrees, ignoring the sarcasm as she takes a seat before glancing at Frank. "Well, well, well, did someone have a nice night?" she waggles her eyebrows suggestively.

"I, ah, um, it was, ah..." Frank stammers, his face turning bright red.

"Leave him alone, Lexi," Kayla admonishes gently.

"Hey, if he's banging my girl, I have a right to know what his intentions are," Lexi reasons.

"Knock it off, brat," Nicole says loudly as she and Steven catch up. The older redhead turns to Frank before continuing. "Sorry about her, she doesn't have a filter. Or any manners at all, really."

Steven and the two redheads join us with food and drinks. Lexi is wearing white shorts and a pink spaghetti-strap top. Her auburn hair is up in twin buns, which is actually really cute. Nicole is dressed in black floral print shorts and a tight black shirt. The red shirt Steven is wearing draws attention to his nice chest and muscular arms.

With our group up to nine, there are once again several different topics being discussed at once. Hazel and Lexi are teasing Alex about his obvious attraction to redheads, making Steven laugh. April and I are talking to Kayla and Frank, although Kayla is looking at her phone quite often.

"Well, don't those two make a cute couple!" April exclaims, gesturing toward the back door.

Kyle Davis and Abigail Brown are leaving the house, holding hands and wearing bathing suits. Abigail's caramel skin is on display thanks to the tiny bikini she's wearing. Like his sisters, Kyle is a natural redhead, and I really love the light red hair on his chest and legs. Very sexy.

"Blech," Lexi makes a face, pretending to vomit. "I'm gonna puke."

"Right there with you," Alex grimaces.

"Grow up, both of you," Steven laughs lightly. "April's right, they look cute together."

"They left the door open a bit last night and I took a little peek," Kayla smirks. "They seemed to be having a great time."

"Gross," Lexi shakes her head. "I don't wanna think about my brother having sex."

"With my sister," Alex adds, looking repulsed. "I get it, she's an adult, but the last thing I wanna think about is some guy, ah, you know... with her."

"So, no details about what I saw?" Kayla asks innocently.

"No!" Alex quickly exclaims as Kyle and Abigail make their way to the pool.

"What position were they in?" Hazel interjects with an evil grin.

"Doggy," Kayla answers simply.

"My brother is too prim and proper for that," Lexi insists. "No, no way. Missionary only."

"That's not what I saw!" Kayla replies in a sing-song voice.

"Stop! Please," Alex grumbles. "My sister doesn't do that."

"Then maybe I don't either," Hazel smirks, giving Alex a suggestive look.

"Shit," Alex pouts, making us all laugh. "Uh, how do I get out of this one?"

"You don't, you're fucked," I tell him.

"No doggystyle for you," April pouts while I notice Steven glance at Hazel with a hint of jealousy on his face. "So sad."

"Maybe we can still do it in doggy," Hazel says, a reflective look on her face. "I'll just put on a strap-on and peg you."

"Uh, no," Alexander mumbles, eyes wide. "I can't believe I'm talking about this in front of my uncle."

"And your sister is frolicking in the pool with my brother," Lexi adds, glancing toward the pool where the two of them are splashing playfully.

"I understand. I still have trouble thinking of some strange guy with my baby girl," Steven speaks up, gesturing toward Kayla. "But, I have to remember she's an adult who is free to make her own choices."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Kayla giggles.

"I completely respect my sister, I just don't wanna hear or know about that stuff," Alex explains. "It grosses me out and it's, I don't know, it goes against nature."

"Back me up here, Nicole," Steven looks to his other girlfriend. "You've been quiet."

"Sorry, I'm with Lexi on this one," Nicole responds. "That's my baby brother. I remember our parents getting mad when they found out he wiped boogers on the backseat of the car."

"Well, I'm guessing he grew out of that?" I giggle once I get my laughter under control.

"Ah, as far as I know," Nicole shrugs. "I just remember our dad coming in and asking why the back of his seat was so gross. Kyle just announced 'that's where I keep my boogers!' Mom wasn't even pregnant with Lexi yet."

"See? He can't be an adult who has sex!" Lexi reasons.

"Yet you two are okay with having sex, ah, in front of each other?" Steven questions carefully, clearly concealing the incest with Frank and Alexander around.

"And I think you just broke Frank," Kayla states, placing her hand on his arm. "You knew they were dating, did you think one of them left the room while Daddy nailed the other?"

"Uh..." Frank stammers. "I don't know..."

"And I don't want to think about my uncle having sex," Alexander adds.

"Nicole and I are sisters, it's different," Lexi explains. "We both have the same parts."

"I think Frank's head is going to explode," April observes.

"How about we hear about some of the things Little Lexi used to do?" I suggest, changing the topic.

"Oh, I love that!" Kayla exclaims, looking at the elder redhead. "Tell us, tell us!"

"There's nothing to tell," Lexi rolls her eyes. "I was a perfect little angel even back then."

"Bullshit," Hazel snorts. "Spill it, Nicole."

"She really liked playing with dolls," Nicole starts slowly. "I used to play with her all the time. Then I got older and started ignoring her, which I really regret."

"Boring," Hazel responds. "We know you two had issues, we don't want to hear about that."

"Right, no talking about Lexi being lonely or anything," Kayla adds. "Just tell us funny stories."

"She was obsessed with the microwave," Nicole smiles fondly at the memory. "Toddler Lexi used to stand on a chair so she could watch the dish spin. Her eyes were wide; she was enthralled."

"That's adorable," Steven smiles, wrapping an arm around Lexi and kissing her head.

"Thanks, baby," Lexi blushes slightly.

"Mom would catch her dancing on the kitchen table a lot," Nicole laughs. "We're not sure why she did that. She'd even get up there to jump rope."

"Also cute," Kayla nods.

"She played with her hair a lot," Nicole continues, her brow furrowed as she thinks. "Oh, and she used to always put things in her mouth. Pencils, she'd chew on her shirt."

"Oral fixation. No surprises there," Hazel nods while Lexi blows a raspberry.

"When she was a little girl she tried to make herself something to eat," Nicole grins evilly. "Apparently she gave up, because Mom found her curled up naked in a large mixing bowl. She had her underwear on her head and was hugging a bottle of maple syrup."

"That's great!" April laughs.

"Well, Nicole was hardly a genius!" Lexi interjects. "She tried to open a bottle and handed it to Mom. When Mom explained it had a child lock so children couldn't open it, Nicole was so confused. She asked Mom how the bottle knew she was a child."

"Shit, you remember that?" Nicole winces while we all laugh. "I completely forgot about it."

"She was old enough to know better if I was old enough to remember it," Lexi points out.

People are dancing and enjoying the day all around us as we swap embarrassing childhood stories. Alexander tells us about crashing through a fence on a dirt bike, while April explains about a time she accidentally shut herself in the refrigerator. I admit to projectile vomiting in line after recess in third grade. I'm still mortified when I think of everyone staring at me.

"Okay, you're turn, Frank," Kayla eventually says.

"W-what?" he asks nervously.

"She's right, we all told our stories and you just listened," I speak up. "Tell us something about you."

"We promise, we'll laugh," April gives him a teasing wink.

"Um, okay," Frank lets out a breath and gathers his thoughts. "I forget how old I was, four or five probably. I jumped off an armchair and broke my ankle. I was pretending to be a gargoyle."

"A gargoyle?" Steven asks while we girls laugh.

"Yeah, from a cartoon," Frank explains. "I was posing on the armrest and everything."

"Oh, I remember that show!" Alex exclaims. "The gargoyle statues would come to life at night. I used to wake up early on Saturdays to watch reruns."

"Wait, I remember that show," Steven frowns. "It was on before either of you were born."

"It was, but they still show reruns," Alexander answers.

"Huh. I didn't know that," Steven replies.

"A lot of people like old cartoons," April says in her cute voice. "You know, ones you dinosaurs watched on the very first television."

"Do I need to put you over my knee?" Steven asks on instinct. He looks at April nervously, likely worried the question is over the line.

"Oh, yes please!" April husks, her tongue snaking out to lick her upper lip.

"Mm, only if I can co second," Lexi growls. "I love being dominated by my sexy man."

"It's getting weird again," Alexander deadpans.

"Stop thinking about your uncle and start thinking about Lexi and April naked," Hazel advises, reaching over to touch Alex's arm. "Maybe I'll even let you give me a swat on the butt later."

"Deal!" Alex exclaims happily.

We continue talking, and while he's still nervous, Frank is at least being part of the conversation. Unless sex comes up, of course. Kayla isn't ignoring us, but she's spending a lot of time texting on her phone. From the way she's smiling, she's definitely enjoying herself.

"Why do you keep smiling at your phone?" Lexi finally asks. "If you're on Matches looking for a hook-up, that's kind of mean to poor Frank here."

"I'm not on Matches," Kayla rolls her eyes.

"Good call," I interject. "When you give a guy's profile a thumbs-up, the dick pic follows in about thirty seconds."

"I used to respond to those with laughing or vomiting emojis," Nicole snorts.

"Nicer than me," Hazel adds. "I'd pretend I couldn't see anything in the picture unless I really zoomed in."

"Oh, that's clever!" April giggles. "I'd always just reply with a picture of an even bigger dick with the message 'mine is bigger than yours.'"

"Still nicer than me," Kayla giggles. "I always forward them to the list I have of all the guys who have sent me dick pics. It's like a penis pyramid scheme. Send me one? You get one from every guy who thinks you're a chick they can score with."

"I never had a Matches account," Lexi replies. "I met guys at parties or, ah, through Keith. Sounds like most of the guys on there suck."

"Not all guys send dick pics on Matches," Alex mumbles defensively while the girls erupt into giggle fits.

"Really? You've never sent one?" Hazel looks at Alex incredulously.

"Never an unsolicited one!" Alexander insists. "If we get to know each other and exchange nudes, sure. But, why would sending one instead of saying 'hello' be the smart move?"

"I guess some guys think girls will see the amazing cock and think 'wow, I need that inside me!'" Kayla suggests.

"I'm glad I never signed up for any of those dating apps," Steven muses.

"A cock's a cock, it's who's attached to it that matters," Lexi says, glancing at Steven lovingly.

"And Lexi would know, she's the Queen of Cocks," Hazel points out.

"Big talk coming from the Sultan of Semen," Lexi retorts.

"Isn't the Sultan always a guy?" Hazel counters.

"No, not necessarily, I don't think," Lexi frowns. "Whatever, the point is you guzzle cum."

"Bite me, bitch," Hazel snaps.

"Bend over, whore," Lexi smirks.

Hazel actually stands up and turns around. She bends forward and shows Lexi her butt, covered by her white shorts. Lexi shoots to her feet and rushes around the table. Before anyone can react, Lexi kneels in front of Hazel and playfully bites the tan girl's ass.

"Ow!" Hazel gasps, standing up and pulling away. "You actually bit my butt! Fuck, that hurt."

"Lexi sit down," Steven sighs as Lexi runs back to her seat.

"Fuck, why did I do that?" Hazel asks rhetorically. "She sucks."

"You suck more," Lexi shrugs.

"Is anyone else turned on?" Alex asks, earning him a swat on the shoulder from Hazel.

"Anyway!" Nicole says loudly, cutting off the argument. "Kayla, what's up?"

"Nothing!" Kayla laughs. "Really, nothing. I'm not talking to a guy."

"You're talking to someone," Lexi replies. "And all your friends are here."

"That's not true," Kayla frowns. "If you must know, I'm talking to Megan Bauer."

"Who?" Alexander asks.

"You know Megan Bauer?" Frank questions, leaning forward with interest.

"You know who Megan is?" Steven turns to Frank, looking impressed.

"Yeah, I read some business magazines," Frank explains.

"Or searches the internet for famous naked ladies," Lexi suggests.

"Lexi!" Steven and Nicole exclaim at the same time.

"What, I'm probably right," Lexi shrugs.

"Let me save us an hour," Nicole interrupts again. "Alex, you've probably heard of her father. Megan Bauer's the daughter of Theodore Bauer. As in, Bauer International Holdings."

"That billionaire stocks guy?" Alex frowns. "I think I remember seeing posts tracking which major companies he considers buying or selling the stocks of. Not that I know much of anything about that garbage."

"Yeah, that's the one," I confirm. "Megan's his daughter. His only kid, actually. She just got her MBA and is gaining some experience in New York."

"How do you know her?" April wonders.

"Theodore was setting up a west coast office about seven years ago," Steven explains. "We met then."

"He met Megan as well," Lexi grins evilly. "They got to know each other in all the fun ways."

"You and Megan?" Frank suddenly gasps, unable to hide his jealousy.

"Told you!" Lexi exclaims victoriously. "Told you Frank knew Megan from looking up porn!"

"She's a porn star?" Alex asks excitedly, his hand reaching for his pocket.

"Don't even think of looking that up right now," Hazel growls.

"Okay, sorry," Alex blushes.

"Why is Megan talking to you, Kayla?" I inquire, genuinely curious.

"She randomly reached out to Daddy after a long, long time," Kayla answers. "Megan added me on social media as well and we messaged a bit yesterday. She gave me her number today and we've been texting. She said she thought we could relate to each other; the only child and daughter of a rich, single father."

"He's not single anymore," Lexi points out.

"No, but even Nicole is way too young for me to call 'Mommy.'" Kayla snorts.

"I'm older than you, young lady," Lexi replies sternly.

"Yeah, six months older," Kayla rolls her eyes. "Almost exactly six months, actually. I was born on March seventh, you were born on the sixth."

"Wait," April frowns. "Six months before March, on the sixth; Lexi, when is your birthday?"

"September sixth, why?" Lexi frowns.

"That's my birthday!" April gasps, pushing her glasses up her nose.

"Is it really?" Lexi grins.

"Yes!" April chirps. "September sixth, nineteen ninety-nine."

"Two thousand six," Lexi winks. "Old lady."

"I can still out-fuck you any day," April growls.

"Bring it, bitch," Lexi husks back.

"The idea of you two going at it is actually kind of terrifying," Hazel laughs. "You're both petite and bratty with endless energy."

"It's a sight to behold," I smile fondly.

"Uh, does everyone here know everything about everyone's private lives?" Alex asks delicately.

"Yes," Steven, Hazel, Nicole, Lexi, and I all say at the same time.

"We know a little too much," April adds.

"You should know, Alex, that if you sleep with Hazel, the other girls are going to have all the details. With diagrams," Steven explains. "That said, she's worth it."

"Uh..." Alex seems unsure how to take that.

"There will be judging!" April declares.

"I have scorecards," I helpfully add, watching him glance around nervously.

"Stop it, you're going to scare him off!" Hazel glares at everyone before giggling.

"It's fine, I'm not scared," Alexander laughs. "Well, maybe just a little."

"You shouldn't be, Hazel's an amazing young woman," Steven smiles at the tan girl affectionately. "A wonderful person who has a lot more to offer than even she realizes."

"Bit of a bitch," Lexi comments, ruining the moment. "But has a great ass. Perky tits."

"Good with her tongue," Kayla adds.

Poor Frank looks like he's about ready to faint. I can just imagine him falling backwards with blood spurting out of his nose. A scene from an anime April made me watch last week. Something about pirates. Or aliens. Alien pirates? Whatever, they're all the same. I love drawing, but I really would rather watch real people on a screen. Drawing the same image over and over with slight differences sounds like a nightmare.

The topic eventually returns to Megan Bauer, and we all get the story of Steven meeting her and her father years ago. Steven explains his strong connection with Megan, then her leaving for Europe and ignoring him completely. My heart breaks, and I wish I was the one to comfort him back then.

Megan then went gallivanting around Europe, resulting in a sex tape and a lot of tabloid covers. Steven just shrugs and assumes that she was too busy to remember some old, boring guy. Then Megan ended up pregnant from some random guy in Europe, ultimately leading to Steven never getting back in touch with her. Megan has stayed under the radar for years, and most people just know her father's name now. Still, I can tell Steven never forgot.

"She sent me a picture of her son, he's adorable!" Kayla says at one point. "He's six now."

"Aw, he is a cutie," Hazel smiles, looking at Kayla's phone.

"You should talk to Megan, she knows what it's like to be eighteen and pregnant," Kayla suggests.

"I don't think a billionaire heiress has time to talk to me," Hazel snorts, handing off the phone.

"You never know," Alex reasons while April looks at the picture on Kayla's phone. "She's taking the time to talk to Kayla."

"Megan's nice," Steven shrugs. "Intimidating and confident, but nice."

"Kayla's Steven's daughter, I'm just the slut he knocked up," Hazel argues as April hands me the phone.

I tune out the conversation as I look at the six-year-old. He has brown hair and blue-gray eyes that remind me of ice. Something about his face is familiar to me; the curve of the mouth and the shape of the nose. The story of Megan going wild in Europe and getting knocked up doesn't quite make sense. No. No, it can't be.

"Thinking about popping out some babies?" April nudges me.

"Uh, yeah. You know me," I mumble, my train of thought thrown off.

After giving back Kayla's phone, I join the conversation to try and distract myself. Eventually, I suggest to April that we head inside and check out the game room. April's boy-toys are down there, so she happily agrees. We say goodbye to the others before returning to the house.

~Steven~

"Ow, ow, ow," I say over and over, wincing while Lexi and Nicole help me stagger across the lawn. "Ow, ow, ow."

"You're fine, you big baby," Nicole laughs, her hand on my stomach as she supports me. "It's just a leg cramp."

"Clearly you've never had a cramp in your calf muscle!" I retort, struggling to avoid putting weight on my right leg.

"Of course we haven't, we're young," Lexi snorts from my other side. "And you're heavy!"

"I'm not heavy, you're just tiny," I reply. "Small and adorable."

"Buttering her up isn't going to save you," Nicole says. "You know you're never living this down, right?"

"Yeah," I sigh heavily. "Yeah, I know."

Lexi insisted we use the bounce house, and Nicole pointed out it will help with the younger redhead's endless energy. It's fun for me as well; both my girlfriends are wearing tight tops. There's nothing like watching breasts bounce, even if they are covered. There was also quite a bit of grab-ass as we played, lucky enough to have the bounce house mostly to ourselves. Lexi jumping on my shoulders resulted in the dreaded leg cramp. Nicole's right, I'm never gonna live this down.

"What happened here?" Dan asks, rushing over when he sees the girls trying to help me.

"Old age," Lexi answers without missing a beat.

"Quiet, you," I grumble before addressing Dan. "Bounce house. It's just a cramp, I'll be fine after sitting down."

"Here, let me help," Dan offers.

Dan and the girls help me into a chaise lounge by the pool. We thank the guy before he removes his shirt and jumps in the pool to cool off. Lexi and Nicole each drag a chair over so they can sit on either side of me. Both my girlfriends are smirking at me, clearly amused by the turn of events.

"What does enjoying another person's suffering say about the two of you?" I ask with a pointed look.

"You have a cramp, you're fine," Nicole giggles. "Stop acting like you're dying."

"Random thought; will you be able to fuck extra hard if you get a hip replacement?" Lexi wonders. "Since, you know, you'd be like a super-sex android."

"I don't think that's how it works and I don't need a new hip," I roll my eyes while the girls laugh.

"Don't worry," Nicole begins with an evil grin, "hot sex with two gorgeous redheads will keep you in shape well past your prime."

"Mm, we can even give you a sponge bath later," Lexi husks. "I like the idea of running my hands all over that hot body."

"I could suck his dick while you make sure his chest is nice and clean," Nicole suggests.

"Okay, now I feel better," I chuckle.

I stretch out on the chair, struggling to get comfortable. The sun is reflecting off the surface of the pool, the water rippling from the people swimming. On the other side of the pool, Kyle and Abigail are sharing a lounge chair. Their limbs are entwined as they talk and giggle. I have no doubt they'll be spending another night together.

"Everything okay over here?" Brittney O'Connor asks, standing over us with her hands on her hips and a teasing smile on her lips.

"Yeah, just a bad leg cramp," I respond, sitting up slightly.

"Oh no, what happened?" Brittney inquires with a small pout.

"The bounce house didn't agree with our mature boyfriend," Lexi explains with a giggle.

"Hm, maybe I should rethink trying to seduce you," Brittney muses, looking at me with a sultry expression. "If you can't handle the bounce house, how will you handle this?" she asks, using one hand to gesture at herself.

Brittney is a lovely young woman. She's not quite as tall as Ashley, but she's still quite thin. Unlike a lot of blondes, she has soft brown eyes. Her outfit is also showing off her assets quite nicely. Brittney is dressed in a pair of skintight jean shorts and a scoop-neck olive green top with spaghetti straps. I remember what she looks like naked from her movies and from the day of the lock-in, but I'm still mesmerized by the sight of her wonderful cleavage.

"If I can handle Lexi, I can handle anyone," I reply smoothly. "Although, I'm not sure I should let you seduce me."

"Is that so?" Brittney asks, cocking her head to the side as she looks at me curiously. "Unsure you can measure up to the hot porn actors I've been with?"

"Ha!" I burst out, enjoying the game.

"Mm, what makes you so confident?" Brittney wonders as she twirls a lock of her hair.

"Lexi," I state, gesturing toward the bratty redhead. "I'll let my wild, insatiable girlfriend answer that."

"Steven Thomson is a sex god," Lexi declares. "He makes toes curl and my eyes roll back. When he's inside me, it's like he can touch places I didn't even know existed. My entire world is consumed and nothing else is real besides the mind-altering pleasure he's causing. I forget who I am, I forget where I am, I forget my problems, I forget everything. It's beyond description. It's beyond physical. It's perfection."

"Fuck. I've never put it into words, but that's it. That's it exactly," Nicole breathes, rubbing her thighs together slightly while looking at me with a hungry expression.

"In that case, let's get right to the point," Brittney smirks, desire written all over her face. "How about you take me back to your room and we go a couple of rounds?"

"I do have that leg cramp," I wince. "I want to be at my best for you."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Brittney waves off my concern. "I'll massage it out for you. I'm good with my hands. You were all confident ten seconds ago, don't back out now. I'm here, I'm interested, and I'm very ready."

I let out a long sigh as I look past Brittney to where Hazel is flirting with Alex. I'm a little jealous, but I'm not holding her back. At the same time, Hazel isn't my girlfriend. I am Lexi's boyfriend. I am Nicole's boyfriend. I don't think Lexi is jealous at all, but it still bothers me. I know there have been a few hookups, quite a few. All this sexual freedom is new to me, brought into my world by one crazy redhead. Well, communication is the most important thing.

"Can you give us a minute to talk about this?" I ask.

"Sure," Brittney nods, walking off to give us some privacy.

"What do we have to talk about?" Lexi frowns. "I already said you could nail her. I only put Shannon and Emily off limits."

"I don't usually just take a woman into our bed," I reason. "Unless she's one of the Slut-sisters."

"Heather from Bermuda," Lexi counters.

"Stacey, Sarah, Amanda," Nicole adds with a giggle. "You even had a romantic getaway with Sarah."

"You know what I mean!" I laugh. "I've known Stacey for years, and we got to know Sarah. Amanda is a friend I've had since childhood. Heather was a threesome, you were with me the entire time, Lexi."

"Thank you for considering my feelings," Lexi replies, turning serious. "I love you. I love you so much."

"And I love you both," I smile at Lexi affectionately before turning to Nicole. "You've made my world amazing."

"I am scared of losing you, but not to someone like Brittney," Lexi continues. "I'm really okay with it. Go rock her world."

"I agree, but there is one thing," Nicole says slowly.

"What's that?" I question.

"I don't think you should cum in her pussy," Nicole answers, biting her lower lip. "I'm not judging her for making porn or anything, but we don't really know her."

"She's right," Lexi adds. "I mean, you do have a lot of money. I don't think Brittney would do anything, you know, like trying to get money from you..."

"You're right, I won't finish inside her," I nod. "Honestly, it's something I do need to be careful about."

"You're a great guy and a wonderful man," Nicole begins, looking at me with love, "but I'm actually shocked you haven't been taken advantage of yet."

"It was always just Aria, so I never had to worry," I say slowly. "I was careful with the handful of hook-ups I had over the years. Things just kind of went wild once I met Lexi, and I agree, I wasn't careful enough."

"Then, I think we've talked this out," Lexi nods. "Go get some pussy. Go on, get!" she waves at me with one hand.

"I'll do just that," I nod.

Locking eyes with Brittney, I give her a charming smile. She smirks and waves at me cutely. I can hear Lexi and Nicole giggling as they watch my silent communication with the eighteen-year-old porn actress. Feeling ready, I get to my feet. And all grace is gone when my leg cramp makes itself known, causing me to stumble.

"Smooth," Nicole laughs as Brittney walks over.

"Yeah, way to make a pussy wet, baby," Lexi giggles.

"Quiet, both of you," I roll my eyes as I hobble over to Brittney.

"Your girls gave you the green light?" Brittney asks.

"They did," I confirm.

"Fuck, I'm soaked just thinking about this," Brittney purrs, grabbing my hand. "You can rock Lexi's world, so I have high hopes!"

"No pressure," I say sarcastically.

Brittney and I leave the redheads and walk toward the house. Well, she walks. I limp. She finds the situation funny, but manages to mix some dirty suggestions in my ear as we walk. The young porn actress promises to ride me until she screams, then suck me off until I cum straight down her throat. When we reach the hall with the bedrooms, she stops to kiss my cheek and rub her breasts against my upper arm.

"Wow! This is a bedroom!" Brittney exclaims, walking into the room and slowly turning to take in the view while I shut the door. "Fun, caring, sweet, and filthy rich. Not to mention fucking sexy as hell. Damn, Lexi's lucky."

"Thanks," I chuckle as I approach the blonde, trying and failing to walk smoothly. "You're not so bad yourself."

"That the best compliment I get? Damn, I must be losing my touch," Brittney sighs, placing her hands on my waist as she looks up at me and pecks my lips. "I'm just lucky Lexi is good at sharing."

"She usually isn't," I admit with a grin. "She flipped out at Kayla for finishing the last of the protein bars."

"And yet she lets her man date another girl, her sister, in fact," Brittney laughs, pressing herself against me. "She's also okay with the biggest slut of Adrienne Dennis High taking you for a ride."

"Lexi's an enigma," I shrug helplessly.

"Mm, well, we can talk about other girls later," Brittney purrs. "Focus on me now."

"No problem at all," I growl, grabbing her tight ass and looking down at her with a predatory expression. "You're incredibly sexy, Brittney."

"You can call me 'Cherry' if you want," she smiles, showing off her straight white teeth. "I know some guys find the porn star fantasy hot."

"I'd rather get to know the real Brittney," I say, using my free hand to brush a lock of blonde hair behind her ear.

"Aren't you charming," Brittney giggles, rubbing her body against me. "Oh! And you are happy to see me."

"Very happy," I confirm, giving her butt a squeeze.

"Good," she nods, kissing me again. "How's the leg?"

"Better," I answer.

"You're lucky, because I really don't know how to give a massage," Brittney smirks. "I played a massage therapist during a scene, but they just told me to put my hands on him and make it look like a massage. The guy paid for a happy ending and I had to pretend to be so amazed by his dick I needed to get fucked."

"Sounds like a fun scene," I reply with a laugh. "I just hope I can do well without the rub down."

"Not to worry, I have a solution," Brittney declares, dropping to her knees. "As the saying goes, 'a blowjob a day keeps the doctor away.'"

"I don't think that's the saying," I smile down at her.

"It is now," she states confidently.

Within moments, my shorts and underwear are around my ankles while my erection is buried in Brittney's tight throat. She keeps her eyes locked on me as she moans around my shaft, her hands clawing at my thighs. Brittney is amazing at giving head, and it isn't long before I feel myself getting close.

"I'll cum if you don't stop," I warn while holding her blonde head.

"Mm, good," Brittney pulls back to say before sucking me again. She looks up at me with my tip between her lips. "I want your cum," she gives me a few more sucks. "Fuck my face," another long, deep bob. "And cum down my throat."

"If that's what the lady wants," I declare, pushing her head back down on me.

My balls bounce off Brittney's chin as my hard dick repeatedly uses her warm, wet mouth. Her eyes are watering as drool runs from her lips. I love seeing the beautiful blonde high school graduate on her knees, her mouth stuffed with cock. Her sexy gagging and moaning causes me to hold her head to my crotch as I explode straight down the young porn star's throat.

Brittney doesn't get a chance to catch her breath as I pull her to her feet. She's as horny as I am, the two of us wasting no time at pulling each other's clothes off. Ignoring my leg cramp, I get up on the bed with Brittney so I can eat her pussy. I only need a few minutes between her legs to make her cum. The beautiful blonde screams, holding my head to her pussy as she bucks her hips against my face.

"Fuck me!" Brittney whines, tugging on my hair. "I need your cock inside me."

"Get me hard again," I order, getting up on my knees.

Nodding her head, Brittney gets on her hands and knees, slurping my cock into her mouth and sucking hard. With one hand on her head, I play with her big tits with the other while her talented mouth gets me fully hard. Then I lay the hot teen on her back and push into her pussy.

"Fuck, that's a nice dick!" Brittney hisses, grabbing my ass in attempt to quickly get all of me inside her.

"Fuck, that's a nice pussy," I respond with a smirk while watching the sexy expressions on Brittney's pretty face.

In addition to missionary, we also have sex in cowgirl, doggystyle, and reverse cowgirl. Most of Brittney's moves seem optimized for visual appeal over what's most comfortable. And not the visual appeal of her partner. It seems she almost forgets there isn't a camera on us right now, no audience to perform for.

Physically, the sex is really good. Brittney has a hot body, enticing moans, and she knows how to move. Still, it feels a little empty. Even with Heather in Bermuda, we took the time to get to know each other first. This? A couple of quick meetings, a few sentences, and we're here in bed together.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Brittney announces, her fingers clawing at my chest as she bounces in my lap. "Grab my tits, grab my tits!"

I react instinctively, reaching up and squeezing both of Brittney's boobs as she squeals and cums hard. Just as she's settling down, I flip us over so she's on her back and I can fuck her in missionary. She moans and pants, making the sexiest noises as I grow closer to my own release.

"Can I cum on your tits?" I ask, remembering Nicole and Lexi's warning.

"Yes, cum on my titties!" Brittney urges, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes.

Pulling out of her tight tunnel, I straddle Brittney's waist and stroke myself. She holds her boobs together while cooing up at me, telling me how badly she wants my cum. Brittney moans my name, wriggling happily as I cover her heaving chest with ropes of hot semen.

"Wow," I state, getting off Brittney so she can sit up, her tits dripping cum.

"Lexi was not wrong; damn, you can fuck!" Brittney giggles, gathering some sperm on her fingertips and pushing them into her mouth.

"So can you," I smirk, stretching my legs out to keep the cramp from coming back.

"You should be in porn," she suggests. "You'd do amazing."

"I don't think I could perform on camera like that," I reply slowly. "Plus, I like to have a connection with my partner."

"Sometimes sex can just be for the sake of sex," Brittney shrugs.

"Sure, but some people can't handle something like that," I reason. "There's nothing wrong with either, it just depends on the person."

"I suppose," she sighs, looking down at her cum-covered breasts. "I should probably shower. Wanna join me? You got two of my holes, but I still have a third you should try."

"Well, if you insist," I laugh.

We end up in the shower, where Brittney washes the cum from her boobs. Once she's lubed up, Brittney spreads her butt cheeks and lets me push my dick up her ass. I butt-fuck the porn star for a couple minutes while she balances and rubs her clit. She cums hard as I explode up her backdoor.

"That was a lot of fun, thanks!" Brittney says as she bends over to pick up her panties once we're back in the bedroom. "You're every bit the sex god Lexi said."

"You, ah, don't wanna relax in bed for awhile?" I ask with a frown.

"Nah, I'm not a fan of cuddling," she responds, stepping into her underwear. "We should get back to the party."

"Sure, okay," I nod slowly.

"I definitely wanna do this again sometime," Brittney continues as she pulls up her shorts. "Maybe Lexi can join us next time?"

"I'll talk to her," I give a forced smile, thinking this was actually a bad idea.

Once we're dressed, Brittney gives me a long kiss before walking with me back to the party. She thanks Nicole and Lexi, telling them both that I might actually be better than they said. The three girls laugh before Brittney heads off to join the foam dart fight with the guys. Then I lay back down on the chaise lounge between my girlfriends.

"So, how was it?" Lexi asks, looking at me with interest.

"Fine, I guess," I answer with a sigh.

"Uh-oh," Nicole says. "That's not the attitude a guy should have after bagging a porn star. What happened?"

"It was just really impersonal," I explain. "We got off, got dressed, and that was it. Sex with either of you or with one of the others is just so much better. I'm not one for random hook-ups."

"Well, there was me the first time," Lexi bites her lower lip. "I mean, you woke up and I had your cock in my mouth."

"I guess, but I didn't really have time to think then. It just happened," I point out. "Then we talked and connected. Brittney? We just used each other."

"You would have liked to get to know her a bit first," Nicole nods in understanding.

"Exactly," I agree.

"Sorry, baby," Lexi sighs. "Maybe I shouldn't have pushed."

"I didn't exactly resist," I smile. "And I don't necessarily regret it or anything. I'd just rather not jump into things so fast in the future."

"Makes sense," Nicole responds.

The three of us continue talking while enjoying the day. I smile and tease the redheads when Kyle leads Abigail into the bounce house to jump around. Neither girl can imagine their serious brother jumping in a bounce house like a kid and quickly change the subject. I continue watching everyone have fun, once again feeling some jealousy when I notice Hazel flirting with Alex. Not far away, Marcia is with Kwan while they talk to Josh and Ashley.

"Jealous?" Lexi asks.

"Of all three of them? Yes," I admit, not bothering to hide it. "But, they have their own lives."

"It's understandable," Nicole replies kindly. "Just a shame you can't have all of them."

"He can have all of us," Lexi reasons. "Slut-sisters forever!"

"We'll always be Slut-sisters, but no, he can't marry all of us," Nicole argues.

"Says who?" Lexi retorts.

"The law?" I laugh.

"Fuck the law," Lexi growls.

"I agree with you to some extent on that one, but it's not exactly a valid legal defense," I point out before taking a sip of my drink.

"Lexi, it's a cute idea; all of us living together forever, but it's not realistic," Nicole sighs. "Marcia, Hazel, Ashley, Kayla; they're all going to have their own lives. Their own spouses and kids. Their own houses. They can't all move in here."

"There's enough room," Lexi insists.

"Sure, but that's hardly the only issue," I remind her. "The girls deserve their own lives. I'm dreading the day Hazel moves out with our baby to live with her husband. But, I have to be realistic. It's going to happen."

"No, it's not," Lexi grumps, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You're not a kid anymore, Lexi," Nicole continues. "You're a high school graduate and you're starting out your life. It's already unusual that we're both dating Steven. Truthfully, I don't know how this will work long term. I hope it does, I love you both. But, expecting Steven to have one big harem definitely won't happen."

"Let's talk about something else," Lexi suggests.

"Sure, what would you like to talk about?" I ask.

"Do you have enough stamina left to fuck me unconscious tonight?" the bratty redhead waggles her eyebrows.

~Kayla~

"Thank you for coming back," I say to Amanda Sawyer when I meet her at the back gate. "Are you hungry? Daddy's cooking on the grill."

"I'm a little hungry, yeah," Amanda nods. Like yesterday, she's wearing leggings and a t-shirt. Her brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail.

I lead Amanda over to Frank, and the two of them shyly mumble a few words to each other while avoiding eye contact. This is going to be a challenge. We get in line for food, eventually filling our plates with chicken, burgers, hot dogs, and baked potatoes. Then we find a spot where we can talk privately, sitting down at the table with our plates and red plastic cups.

"Were your parents really upset with you last night?" I ask Amanda.

"A little, but it wasn't too bad," Amanda replies. "My mom made me breathe on her to prove I hadn't been drinking."

"Ouch. She sounds strict," I wince. "I was scared just hearing her over the phone."

"My parents can be really protective," Amanda sighs. "Dad reminded me again to not be alone with any boys today."

"My parents are just thrilled I'm choosing to be somewhere other than my bedroom." Frank shrugs.

"Looks like you had no trouble finding another bedroom," Amanda replies icily.

"Uh..." Frank mumbles stupidly, his mouth slightly ajar.

"Frank is single," I interject in a firm voice. "He didn't do anything wrong."

"I, well, I just..." Amanda trails off angrily before she deflates. "I know. I'm sorry. I'm just bitter."

"How about we talk about this later?" I suggest. "For now, we'll eat and get to know each other a little better."

The other two agree, and we eat in silence for a couple minutes while watching the various activities all around us. Frank and Amanda are both painfully shy, so it falls on me to try and get a conversation going. It's awkward and forced, but I do manage to get them talking.

Pretty much our only connection is school and the one time we used the bounce house together. We're all excited about graduating, but admit we're going to miss the place. Amanda tells us about having a bounce house every year on her birthday as a kid. Frank mentions going in one at a cousin's birthday party, but it's been years.

We discuss college and what majors we're thinking about, as well as our hopes for the future. Looking around, the three of us comment on how we'll lose touch with many of the people here, never to see them again. Sure, there's social media, but it's not the same. I make them both promise to come to the ten year reunion.

Summer plans come up, and I mention my anxiety about the upcoming trial. Frank and Amanda both express their support and are sorry about what happened to me. Amanda also mentions my breakup with Ian and Stephanie, saying she hopes I'm doing okay. Her jealous glance directed at Frank shows me she's still upset.

I ask about hobbies and find out the three of us like a few of the same books. Unsurprisingly, Frank has quite a bit to say about how amazing video games are. It's cute how passionate he is. Amanda doesn't care much about video games, but is much more interested when Frank mentions he likes to draw.

"I'm sure Frank would draw you something," I smile. "Maybe a cute picture of you?"

"I can do that," Frank nods excitedly.

"You wouldn't want to draw an ugly cow like me," Amanda sighs.

"Oh stop," I say quickly. "You're very pretty, no need to be so down on yourself."

"Pretty, not hot," Amanda mumbles. "Or desirable."

"You both need to stop worrying about being liked and just have fun!" I declare, craning my neck to look over the yard. "Friends and relationships will follow, I promise. Look, people are dancing, let's go!"

"I, ah, I can't dance," Frank admits.

"I'm not very coordinated," Amanda adds.

"I'll teach you both," I offer, putting my raven hair into a ponytail. "No excuses! We just graduated high school and have our whole lives ahead of us. Let's act like it!"

The dance floor is actually just some grass that's out of the way. Still, we can hear music and move our bodies. That's all we need. A few people are dancing, including Josh Morris and Dan. I also notice Emily and Shannon, and I'm glad that we're on better terms now.

Someone quickly changes the music to one of Alison Tey's most famous songs, probably because I'm a known Tey-fan. Amanda and Frank are standing in place nervously, although they have to laugh when I really get into it. I spin around and shake my butt, my head going wild and causing my ponytail to whip about my face. I'm shaking it off; no haters here!

I can tell Amanda loves this song, too. She's mouthing the lyrics and swaying slightly to the beat. The music is giving her confidence, inspiring Amanda to dance with me. When Alison sings about a guy with good hair who should shake with her, Amanda and I face Frank so we can beckon him to us with our fingers. Amanda then squeals and turns bright red. But, it's a start.

It quickly becomes apparent that neither of them lack rhythm; they lack confidence. Both Amanda and Frank shuffle awkwardly, likely afraid of looking foolish. I dance in the most ridiculous ways I can think of to show them there's nothing wrong with being silly.

They loosen up a bit and I start giving more specific pointers about how to feel the beat and move to the music. I also don't forget my matchmaking plans as I encourage them to dance with each other. They're still shy, but I have them laughing and dancing.

Dan approaches us and offers to help by providing Frank with some tips for guys. Frank is shocked that a popular guy like Dan is talking to him, and happily accepts the help. I work with Amanda while Dan teaches Frank how to dance, both individually and with a girl.

Once the students are ready, I grab Frank while Dan dances with Amanda. Frank is somewhat used to me, but Amanda is bright red as Dan smiles charmingly at her. A few months ago Dan would never be so helpful. He's growing up. We all are. The stupid games we all played in high school are over now.

I give Dan a quick kiss on the cheek, thanking him before leading Frank and Amanda back to our table. The three of us are sweating a bit, so we refill our red plastic cups and greedily drink. We talk for a few minutes and I make sure to compliment them both on their dancing.

"It's hot, maybe we should head inside and enjoy the central air?" I suggest, wanting some privacy. "Maybe play some board games in my room?"

"I, ah, I'm not allowed to be alone in a room with a boy," Amanda blushes.

"You won't be alone, I'll be with you," I point out with a grin. "Although, I'm the bad influence, not him." I gesture with my thumb toward Frank. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, I promise. But, you're an adult. Do you want to hang out with us?"

"Yes," Amanda nods.

"Great!" I exclaim happily.

We grab our drinks and head into the house, making a quick stop in the main living room to pick up a couple of board games. I want to help these two, but I have to make sure not to push too hard. I don't want them to do anything they aren't ready for. I know what it's like to be a girl who's scared of sex, so I can understand where Amanda's coming from. As long as I can get them talking, maybe agree to a date, then I'm happy.

"Your room is huge," Amanda comments, her eyes wide as she looks at my poster of my favorite pop singer.

"Thanks," I say, taking a sip of my drink before setting it down on my bedside table. "I offered to switch with Hazel, but she's being stubborn. I know having the attached bathroom would really help her when the baby comes. Or in a few months when she's peeing every ten minutes."

"I can't imagine being pregnant at our age," Amanda says.

"Yeah, being a father at eighteen would be terrifying," Frank adds.

"I can't imagine it either," I add. "I'm not ready. Not even close. But, Hazel will be a great mother."

"I'm sure she will be," Frank replies, placing the board games on my bed while Amanda explores my room.

"What's this?" Amanda asks, picking up a large piece of paper off my desk. She gasps, her eyes widening. "Oh!"

"Yeah, Frank drew that for me," I answer carefully, realizing it's the picture of me topless. "He did a great job."

"S-sorry if we hurt you," Frank mumbles quietly.

"You're not my boyfriend, you're not even really my friend," Amanda sighs, placing the nude drawing on top of the one of me in my prom dress. "I have no right to be jealous, and I can't blame you; Kayla is beautiful."

"Thank you," I smile softly.

"You're gorgeous, too," Frank says to Amanda, surprising me. "I always had a crush on you."

"Everyone knows you had a thing for Marcia Moore," Amanda rolls her eyes. "Then you spent the night with Kayla. How do you have a crush on me?"

"It's... different," Frank blushes slightly.

"Different how?" Amanda snorts derisively.

"Marcia was just a fantasy. Daydreams. I imagined what she might look like, feel like, what it would be like to be with her," Frank has a faraway look in his eyes. "But I never had dreams about taking her on dates, or having a future with her..." he trails off, suddenly realizing what he's saying, and who he's saying it in front of. "Uh. I mean. Fuck."

"Dates? A future?" Amanda whispers, her downcast demeanor changing to one of hope.

"Damn!" I exclaim, drawing out the word. "Talk about knowing exactly what to say. I see why you like him, Amanda. Sweet, and he can draw!"

"Yes," Amanda blushes.

"Hey, how about Frank draws a picture of you? You know, Like I suggested earlier?" I smile. "He can express his feelings through his art. Amanda, you and I can set up a game."

"That sounds good," Frank nods, sitting at my desk and reaching for the art supplies.

Amanda and I sit cross-legged on my bed as we pick out a game. I purposely choose a game that takes awhile to set up so that Frank has time to draw. It's a game we play often, one involving stopping a demon being summoned. The board is a giant map of a hotel and we have a lot of pieces to set out. Frank still isn't done, so we play on our phones while we wait.

"Ready to show us?" I ask when Frank sets down the pencil.

"Yeah, I think so," he nods while we girls get off the bed.

Frank stands up and hands Amanda the picture of her. The drawing shows Amanda's face, a charming smile lighting up her features. A strand of brown hair is hanging over her face, slightly obscuring one of her eyes. It's really good, and it shows that Frank thinks Amanda is a beautiful woman.

Amanda hands me the picture, not taking her eyes off of Frank. Breathing heavily, she steps toward him and draws him into a kiss. I beam at them as Frank wraps his arms around Amanda and kisses her passionately. They're both inexperienced, and it's fucking adorable the way they are hugging each other.

"Was that your first kiss?" I ask Amanda when the two break apart.

"Y-yes," Amanda blushes as she nods.

"It's good to be passionate, but a woman needs to know how to tease, how to build desire," I explain as I approach them. "Be soft and gentle, use your lips before getting your tongue involved. Playfully nibble his lip, moan softly in your throat. You can use your body as well, press against him. Is it okay if I demonstrate?"

"Yes," Frank and Amanda both say at the same time, making me giggle.

Placing my right hand on Frank's cheek, I lightly press my lips against his. I can feel the hairs of his beard against my fingers as I move my lips. When it's time to get my tongue involved, I push it into his mouth before playfully pulling it back. Soon I'm pressing my breasts against him as I run my tongue along his.

"Thoughts?" I smile, taking a step back.

"Wow," Frank mumbles, shifting slightly in a vain attempt to hide his bulge.

"I don't think I can do that," Amanda sighs.

"Sure, you can!" I argue. "I can give you a more practical demonstration if you'd like?"

"Ah, um, I don't think..." Amanda trails off. "Sorry, sorry. There's nothing wrong if you want to kiss other girls, but... ew. Shit, sorry!"

"It's okay, it's fine, really!" I assure her. "Not into girls, I get it. Well, I don't GET it, chicks are sexy, but I'm not upset. Here, practice on this sexy guy."

"You're going to give us kissing lessons?" Amanda asks, her face red.

"Absolutely," I grin. "I'm Professor Kayla, and welcome to Introduction to Making Out. Class is in session!"

This is a lot of fun. I have Amanda and Frank kiss while commenting on how to read each other. This isn't the first time Frank is told about non-verbal cues, but it's definitely new to Amanda. There's still some shyness, but I can tell arousal and attraction are winning out big time.

Seeing the two of them kiss, I'm reminded of early make out sessions with David. The innocence, the nerves, the exploration. He was so sweet back then, too. Fuck, how could I have been so wrong? I shake my head and remind myself to stay in the moment. This is a big deal for Frank and Amanda.

I start teaching them how to make out with their entire bodies. Frank holds Amanda close while her fingers massage the back of his head. I make sure to avoid having them touch any of the naughty places, but it's still very passionate. I'm getting quite turned-on myself, my pussy is really wet.

"Wow," Amanda says, fanning herself. "Wow. I always fantasized about kissing, but I never imagined it was that good."

"That was amazing," Frank smiles.

"Good!" I smile at them, my arms crossed. "I have to ask; Amanda, how did me kissing Frank feel?"

"I was a little jealous," Amanda admits. "I really like Frank. Why?"

"Psst, Frank?" I lean over to him. "This is where you ask out the girl."

"Amanda, would you like to go out tomorrow? With me," he clarifies. "D-dinner and a movie, maybe?"

"I'd like that," Amanda smiles softly.

I hug them both before dragging them over to my bed to play a board game. Nerdy? Absolutely. But, I think all three of us need to cool off. Amanda is very inexperienced, and I have to make sure not to push her too far. I mean, she just had her first kiss! I can't imagine she's ready for anything more intense.

I'm quite familiar with this game. It's cooperative, the players against the game. The game is extremely challenging, and a lot of it comes down to dice rolls. Frank is really good at dice games, knowing when his odds are best, and we are actually winning. We stop the demon summon and win the game, which is very unusual. The game usually kicks our asses on family game nights.

"Another game?" I ask as we put away the pieces.

"C-can I ask a question, Kayla?" Amanda mumbles nervously.

"Sure," I nod, folding up the game board.

"Kissing is so much better than I imagined," Amanda begins slowly, "is sex even better than my imagination."

"Oh my God, yes!" I reply enthusiastically. "Everything about it. The connection with your partner, feeling a hot body against you, a hard dick in your mouth, mm! Oh, and I love having my titties sucked. Then there's getting fingered, getting eaten out, and getting fucked hard. It's. So. Fucking. Good."

"Wow," Frank swallows.

"Yeah, um, wow," Amanda blushes.

"Sorry," I blush slightly myself. "It's really amazing because you can just get lost in the moment. But, it can be very emotionally intense. Deciding when you're ready is a very personal thing."

"I'm still processing last night," Frank says quietly. "And this morning."

"I-I-I don't think I'm ready to have sex," Amanda lets out a breath. "Not yet."

"There's nothing wrong with that," I smile kindly.

"But, ah, I fantasize about other stuff, too," she blushes, looking barely able to get the words out.

"What's that?" I inquire.

"W-when I, you know, rub myself, I ah, I sometimes think about blowjobs," Amanda looks mortified.

"Mm, same girl," I nod approvingly. "I love sucking dick."

"M-maybe Professor Kayla can give me another lesson?" Amanda's face is bright red.

"What do you think, Frank?" I turn to the guy. "Up for a blowjob?"

"Uh, yeah!" he nods quickly.

I'm shocked Amanda is up for this, but I'm so in! I grab both of them and drag them to the center of the room. Amanda and I drop to our knees and I show her how to smile seductively up at the guy, building up his anticipation. We each stroke one of his thighs, glancing up at him with longing.

"R-random question," Amanda says, trying to ease her nerves.

"What's up?" I respond, glancing over at her while my hand absentmindedly rubs Frank's bulge.

"Why's it called a 'blowjob?'" Amanda asks. "I mean, if I use my hands it's a 'handjob,' right?"

"Uh, yeah, that's right," I frown.

"You don't blow on it, you suck on it," Amanda states. "Shouldn't it be a suckjob? Or a mouthjob since I'm using my mouth?"

"Huh, I never thought about that," I giggle. "You have a point. The answer is that I have no idea. 'Blowjob' just sounds better, so we're going with it."

"Okay," Amanda smiles shyly.

"Ready to take your cock out?" I ask Frank with a smirk.

"Uh..." Frank trails off, clearly nervous about exposing himself to two ladies.

"C'mon, Frank, you have nothing to be ashamed of," I laugh. "You've seen my butt hole, so need to be shy. And Amanda really wants to suck you."

Frank nods his assent and I waste no time pulling down his shorts and underwear. Amanda gasps when Frank's hard dick bobs lightly in the air. I understand. Seeing your first cock can be really intimidating. They're big and powerful. You're getting wet, but you're also nervous.

"Wow," Amanda gasps, her eyes wide. "It's huge!"

"I guess you don't need your first lesson!" I laugh. "You already know every guy wants you to coo over how amazing his dick is."

"That'll fit in me?" Amanda mumbles.

"Yeah, your pussy stretches," I giggle. "And you can open wide. Is it okay if I give Amanda an anatomy lesson, Frank?"

"Uh..." he trails off.

"I'll take that as a 'yes,'" I respond.

A small gasp escapes Frank's lips when I wrap my fingers around his length and start stroking. Lifting the shaft, I start giving Amanda lessons on male genitals. I point out the mushroom head and all the sensitive spots. Then I lightly scratch Frank's balls, making him squirm. I make sure Amanda knows to be very gentle with the balls.

"C-can I try?" Amanda asks, reaching for the hard dick.

"Y-yes," Frank agrees.

"Sure, go for it," I nod, releasing Frank so Amanda can start giving him a handjob.

"You can squeeze just a bit harder," Frank suggests.

"Okay," Amanda nods, enthralled by the view as she jerks him off.

"Remember, it's not just about the physical. Guys are visually stimulated," I explain. "Look up at him, coo at him, wiggle cutely. You can talk dirty, you can gag on it, slap your face with it. Eye contact is so powerful. Moan, drool, gag, play with yourself. Be. His. Whore. His good girl. You live for his cock. Worship it."

"Holy shit," Frank gasps.

"We're not quite there yet," Amanda giggles nervously, her blush gone as she breathes heavily with arousal.

"Try massaging his balls," I suggest, feeling a fire between my legs. "And sorry, I got a bit lost in the moment."

"Right, okay," Amanda nods, reaching her free hand up to cup his balls.

"Oh, wow," Frank gasps, instinctively reaching out to cup Amanda's face.

"Going back to guys being visually stimulated; never underestimate the power of the titties," I say sagely. "Just taking them out can entrance a guy. Bonus points if you slap his cock on your boob or give him a titty-fuck. It's hot, and it can even help if your jaw is sore and you need a break before getting back to sucking."

"A-are you suggesting I should, um, show him my boobs?" Amanda questions, her face turning red again.

"He is showing you his dick and letting you play with it," I reason with a shrug. "It's up to you. I'll go first if it'll make you more comfortable?"

"But, neither of you have to," Frank adds. "Don't do anything you're not comfortable with."

"Right, what he said," I nod.

"Let's do it," Amanda says, holding Frank's cock at the base.

With no hesitation, I reach into my white romper and extract a breast. Frank and Amanda are both watching me as my titty is revealed. I giggle and blush slightly before taking out the other boob. The fabric of my outfit is pressing my breasts together, giving me quite a bit of cleavage.

Amanda releases Frank's dick and takes a few deep breaths to gather her courage. She lifts up her t-shirt, revealing a plain white bra. Her stomach isn't flat, but she's not heavy by any means. She has a nice body. Amanda looks up at Frank as she lifts her bra up, exposing herself.

"You're beautiful," Frank whispers.

"Y-you can touch them, if you want," Amanda offers.

Frank's eyes are wide as he slowly reaches out and cups one of Amanda's breasts. Her boobs are about the same size as mine with light pink nipples. She moans softly when he softly caresses her chest. Her eyelids flutter as her gaze locks on Frank's bobbing cock. To my surprise, Amanda lunges forward, holding his base as she takes him into her mouth.

"Holy shit," Frank gasps loudly.

"Mm, mm!" Amanda hums, kneeling right in front of him as she starts bobbing her head.

Lust. Overwhelming lust. I completely understand. Frank and Amanda are both nervous and shy, but their lust for each other is effortlessly overpowering any and all anxiety. It reminds me of my first blowjob, the first time I got fingered, the first time a hard dick pushed into my pussy. I moan softly as I rub my thighs together, wishing I was getting fucked right now.

Amanda instinctively holds Frank's thighs while rapidly bobbing her head. He's playing with her boobs, moaning softly as he looks down at her cock-filled mouth. It isn't long before he places both hands on her head, unable to focus on anything except the amazing feelings associated with getting a blowjob.

"Oh God, I'm gonna, ungh!" Frank grunts, seemingly surprised at how quickly he's cumming.

Amanda squeals loudly, freezing in place as her mouth fills with cum. I can see her eyes are wide, her cheeks bulging out as she holds the warm fluid. She has a couple inches of cock between her lips and seems to be completely unsure of what to do or how to react. She doesn't look disgusted, which is a good thing.

"You don't have to swallow," I say as she pulls off Frank's softening prick.

"What do I do?" Amanda asks thickly, her mouth slightly open and displaying the semen on her tongue.

"Here, hold on," I reply, standing up as Frank stammers an apology. Grabbing my red plastic cup from the bedside table, I return to Amanda and offer it to her. "Here, spit."

The cute brunette stays on her knees as she accepts the plastic cup. Holding it beneath her face, she parts her lips and spits out the cum. It falls from her mouth in a thick river of semen and spit. I get it. Cum is delicious, but taking your first cum shot in the mouth can be intense. I nearly choked on it the first time. Swallowing is an art, just like the entire blowjob is.

"I'm sorry," Frank mumbles as he fixes his shorts.

"Give a girl a bit more warning next time, mm'kay?" I ask with a raised brow.

"Yeah," he nods.

"It didn't taste bad or anything," Amanda says, handing me back the cup. "It was warm and thick and sticky. I just didn't wanna throw up if I tried to swallow it."

"It can take a couple of gulps to get it all down," I giggle. "It's easier if you have more warning."

"Sorry, again," Frank winces.

"It's okay," Amanda replies, fixing her shirt and bra before standing up. "Fuck, my parents would kill me if they knew what I just did."

"Well, it's none of their business," I insist, placing the cup back on my bedside table before putting my boobs away. "Did you like that?"

"I loved it," Amanda blushed. "I wanna do it some more."

"I think you'll find Frank to be quite agreeable to that," I smirk.

"You will," he confirms, making Amanda and me giggle.

"I want to do more, but I'm just not ready," Amanda sighs. "I'm also, um, really, really..."

"Wet?" I finish for her with a raised brow.

"Yes," she nods.

"Your parents aren't letting you stay over, so you'll have privacy when you get home," I reason with a shrug. "No one here will judge you for flicking your bean."

"That's a fun way of saying it," Frank chuckles.

"A-are you staying tonight, Frank?" Amanda asks nervously.

"We have a date tomorrow, so I probably shouldn't," he replies, giving me a nervous look.

"Don't worry about me, I was playing matchmaker on purpose," I smile and nod. "Don't worry, I can rely on my fingers tonight."

"I can't believe you're turning down Kayla Thomson," Amanda looks at Frank with wide eyes.

"You're worth it," Frank shrugs.

We each take a turn in my bathroom to pee and freshen up. I can't speak for Amanda, but I definitely need to wipe my pussy so I don't ruin these panties. I'm really proud with how well they're doing. They're going to make a great couple. Fuck, they'll probably be better with relationships than I am.

The three of us return to my bedroom and set up another game. There's some awkwardness at first, but we get through it. My mind starts to wander as we play, thinking about David and Ian. I remember innocently cuddling with David, having no doubt in my mind he loves me. I think about Ian, how I'm sure he'll never leave me.

I'm so lost in my ruminations, I don't even think about it as I reach for my cup and go to take a sip. Unfortunately, the warnings from Frank and Amanda don't get my attention fast enough. I end up with a mouthful of cold soda mixed with semen. Frank winces while Amanda giggles as I cough.

"Well, one of us should have swallowed," I deadpan, making them laugh.

We play games for a little while longer, until Amanda's mother starts texting her to ask when she's coming home. Frank decides to leave as well, but I make sure to give them some final sex lessons before they go. I mention communication and limits. Amanda isn't on the pill, so I talk about the importance of protection. I even give them a box of condoms I keep in my dresser for emergencies. I also remind Amanda that it isn't just the guy's job to worry about protection; yes, it's his penis, but if it's going in your vagina, it's your concern too.

Hugs are exchanged, and we promise to all stay in touch. We're connected on social media and have each other's numbers. I make a joke that I'd love to double-date with them if I can ever find a guy. It really wasn't an attempt to fish for compliments, but the compliments do make me feel pretty damn good.

Once I'm alone in my room, I lay down in bed and lose myself in my thoughts. I'm a high school graduate. I have my whole life ahead of me. Where will that life take me? I have no damn clue. The trial is coming up, and my rape definitely still affects me. Can I be like Lexi and do something to help? She wants to be a school psychologist. I can't do that. I don't want to be a cop either.

It isn't even just my future career that concerns me. I'm an adult; eventually I'll have to move out and get my own place. The idea of leaving Daddy is terrifying. I put it out of my head as I start thinking about my next boyfriend. I should date casually first, but I do want a boyfriend eventually. Can I expect anyone to truly be okay with my relationship with Daddy? Probably not. And I can't blame them.

I'm getting overwhelmed, so I default to the Lexi method to relax. Getting naked, I use my dildo and vibrator to get myself off several times. Then I take a nice, hot shower before going through the rest of my nighttime routine. It's not that late, but I'm done with today. I text with Lexi, approving of her plan for the morning, then I pass right out.

~Hazel~

It's a perfect shot. Absolutely perfect. The white cue ball hits the yellow-striped ball with the number nine on it, sending both of them toward the side pocket. I'll even have a perfect shot lined up for sinking the eight ball. The game is mine. At least until the cue ball follows the nine ball into the pocket.

"Fucking dammit!" I hiss, stomping my foot as I press the bumper of the cue stick against the floor.

"Sorry, Hazel," Alexander smiles, fishing out the cue ball. "That's a scratch."

"I know the rules," I reply, sticking out my tongue as I place my cue back on the rack. "Just take your shot so I can beat you."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckles, placing the cue ball.

I remove my hair elastic and run my fingers through my long brown hair as Alex lines up his shot. He still has two balls to go before he can take a shot at the eight ball. There's no way I won't get another turn. I'm not at all surprised when he easily sinks the solid green ball, but his next shot won't be as easy.

Dividing my hair into three even sections, I begin weaving them together while continuing to watch. Shit. The solid blue ball enters the pocket as the cue ball rolls back toward the middle of the table. A frown crosses my face as I braid my hair and Alex calls his final shot. He makes it.

"Fucking dammit," I say again, pouting sadly.

"You put up a good fight," Alex says, extending his arms while still holding his cue. He takes a short bow. "We just can't all be this good."

"Right, okay," I snort, finishing my braid and tossing it back so it falls to my butt.

"Is that a challenge?" he asks with a raised brow.

"You bet it is," I declare, grabbing my pool cue. "But, I think I also wanna make you pay for that cocky attitude."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Alex questions, a sexy smirk enhancing his chiseled features as he approaches me.

"Easy," I state confidently, drawing myself up to my full five-foot nine-inches to look up at the tall, handsome guy. "We're gonna bet on the next game. That way you'll lose your pride and you'll owe me."

"What stakes do you propose?" he wonders as we stare at each other while holding our cue sticks.

"When you lose," I begin, poking him in the chest, "you are gonna give me an hour of pure pleasure. It'll be all about me. Foot rub, back rub, full body massage. And you're gonna go down on me until I'm a sweaty, drooling mess."

"And if I win?" Alex gives me a predatory grin.

"You won't," I state firmly.

"In that case," he says while I admire his dimples and caramel skin, "you have to give me an hour of bliss when you lose. Full body massage and a long, loving blowjob. And you'll be naked."

"Oh, I will be?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. "You'd really take advantage of a pregnant girl?"

"Yes," Alex nods shamelessly. "It shouldn't be an issue, though. Since you're so sure you'll win."

"Rack 'em up," I respond confidently.

Alexander sets up the game while I lean on my cue stick and look around the massive game room. In addition to the pool table, there is a dart board, a huge television, and a big couch. Steven has a bunch of modern gaming consoles set up and several old ones are displayed on the wall. One entire wall is taken up by vintage arcade games. I usually don't like guys who are too nerdy, but Steven can somehow make anything sexy.

There are quite a few people down here with us, playing games and flirting. Three people are sitting on the couch, playing a video game that involves racing around a track on go-karts. Kevin Miller and Derek Parker are teaching Mira Suzuki and Anika Patel how to play darts.

The arcade games are popular, too. All of them are classics, and I have some fond memories of playing with Kayla, Marcia, and Ashley. Stacey is standing next to April while the short girl gazes at the screen with intense focus. Light is reflecting off her glasses as she maneuvers the little yellow circle with the triangle cutout for a mouth. A red ghost catches her, and the game makes the sad sound indicating a loss. I can't help but giggle when the petite blonde starts swearing angrily.

"Your break," Alex announces, gesturing toward the table.

My break is decent, although there are a couple of annoying groups of balls. I pocket one solid and one striped ball. Due to placement, I call a shot on the purple-striped ball. Sinking the shot gives me stripes again, and puts me in the lead. I miss my next shot, but Alex does not have a clear shot. Not a bad start at all.

Alexander misses, but manages to break up the cluster of balls. I sink a third before missing and passing back to him. I'm gonna win! I give Alex a confident smile as he lines up his shot. He makes it, but no big deal. Shit. He makes another. We're tied. At least he misses the next. We each have four balls left.

The two of us go back-and-forth until he only has the solid orange ball remaining, while I have the maroon-striped ball. I sink the maroon stripe ball in the side pocket, setting myself up perfectly for the win. Leaning over the table, I line up the shot and take my turn. My smile falls off my face when I make the same mistake as last game; the cue ball follows into the pocket. Only this time, a foul at this point is considered a loss.

"Fuck," I let out a breath as I stand. "I guess I lose."

"Don't worry about it, I'm not a complete creep," Alex chuckles. "I won't hold you to the bet, I'm just happy to prove my skills."

"Wait here," I say, biting my lower lip.

I rush out of the game room, leaving Alexander standing next to the pool table and wondering what is going on. Entering the backyard, I find Steven sitting at a table with Lexi and Nicole. They're playing a board game that involves each person moving their little car along the board to symbolize the journey of life, leading up to retirement.

"Oh, c'mon!" Lexi whines as I approach the table. "I paid fifty thousand for these stupid, little pegs. Just give me half what I paid for these three."

"Lexi," Steven begins with exasperation, "you can't sell your children back to the bank."

"You're not the banker!" Lexi argues.

"I am, and I agree with Steven," Nicole rolls her eyes.

"That's so unfair!" Lexi grumbles. "You only have a spouse and no kids. Steven just has a wife and two kids. How did I get saddled with four?"

"Even the game knows you can't keep your legs closed," I speak up, making Steven and Nicole laugh.

"Big talk coming from you," Lexi mutters.

"Hi, Hazel," Steven smiles while I flip off Lexi. He then turns to Nicole while taking a peg out of his car and holding it up. "Banker, how much will you give me for Lexi?"

"I'm gonna need a few million to take her off your hands," Nicole replies with a straight face.

"Bitch," Lexi blows a raspberry. "I saw you check your hair for grays when you had a midlife crisis in-game."

"I love my red hair, I don't ever wanna go gray," Nicole sighs.

"Oh, I think Steven has a new gray," I comment, leaning forward to look at him.

"Hilarious. Did the comedian want something?" he asks me with a glare.

"Uh, right," I wince, shuffling from foot to foot nervously. "So, ah, Alex and I were playing pool."

"You didn't break the pool table, did you?" Nicole interjects with a frown.

"Steven's fucked me on that pool table a dozen times and it's always been fine," Lexi adds. "What kind of wild, kinky sex were you having?"

"The pool table's fine, we didn't break anything," I say quietly, looking right at Steven. "We're just really getting along, and um, I know we flirted and stuff, but um..."

"I already said I didn't mind if you slept with him," Steven replies softly. "You're not my girlfriend, and my nephew is a good guy."

"I know, I'm just trying to be less of a bitch," I explain. "I was really mean to you before, and I do care about you, about all of you. I'm not looking for a relationship with him or anything, just a roll in the sack."

"I'm glad you admit you're a bitch," Lexi comments.

"Lexi!" Nicole hisses.

"Ignore them," Steven's smile doesn't reach his eyes. "Have fun."

"Tell me not to have sex with him and I won't," I tell him sincerely.

"Thank you, but I'm not going to do that," Steven responds. "We aren't together, and we already agreed on how to handle this. You asked, and I said I was okay with it."

"If you're sure..." I trail off.

"I am," he nods.

"I love you," I whisper, walking over to him and placing my hand on his cheek. Leaning in, I kiss him lightly.

"I love you, too," Steven replies, reaching out to place his hand on my stomach. "Both of you."

I'm deep in thought as I walk through the house. I still regret my outburst, telling Steven it's none of his business if I'm having sex at parties. Was it true? Well, maybe. We aren't together. But, I was just being a bitch. He's spoken for, but I still love him. Steven treats me so well, and he doesn't need to put up with my bullshit.

This topic is talked to death. Who I'll sleep with, who I should sleep with. Ashley has a boyfriend now, but Josh is okay with her having some fun with Steven. Marcia and Kwan seem to be getting serious. Lexi and Nicole are dating Steven. Kayla's his daughter. Where does that leave me? The mother of his child? Fuck, he probably isn't even the biological father. The same issues. Over and over and over. Yet, I never have any solution.

"Welcome back," Alex smiles at me when I return to the game room. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, everything's fine," I nod, approaching him and offering my hand. "How about we head to your room? I think it's time I pay up for losing our wager."

I lead Alex through the house by the hand, occasionally glancing back at him and smiling. When I catch him checking out my butt, I put an extra sway in my hips as we head down the hall. We enter Alex's room and I shut the door, backing up against it as I give him a shy smile.

"We really don't ha-" he begins, stopping as I rush toward him.

Grabbing his face in both hands, I stand on my toes and press my lips against his. Our tongues dance as Alexander's large hand squeezes my ass. I press my body to him while moaning softly into his mouth. His arousal is obvious, and I can feel my pussy dampening.

Breaking our lip lock, I kiss along his face until I can playfully nibble on his ear. Squatting in front of him, I pull down Alex's shorts and boxer briefs. I lick my lips as I wrap my fingers around his cock. He has a nice dick; it's long and thick and a darker caramel than his skin. I quickly lean forward and take him between my lips.

"Mm, mm!" I hum, gulping him down. "Mm!"

"Oh fuck, yes!" Alex hisses, placing his hands on my head.

I hold his thighs while bobbing my head, giving him an enthusiastic blowjob. Alex grabs my boobs from outside my yellow shirt before going for my braid. Like every guy, he loves my long hair. Winding my braid around his fist, he uses his hands to guide my movements.

I flick my eyes up to meet his while moaning thickly around the cock in my mouth. His leg starts to shake a few minutes in, and I can tell he's trying to resist cumming. I won't be denied; I lash the bottom of his shaft with my tongue while sucking hard. In just over five minutes I'm rewarded with several blasts of warm, sticky jizz.

"Mm, yummy!" I coo after showing him his cum and swallowing. I swallow a third time to make sure I get every drop down into my belly.

"Damn, you're so fucking sexy," he comments with a light chuckle.

"I know," I say confidently as I stand up. "Now, get those clothes off. I owe you a massage."

Alexander removes his clothes, giving me a great view of his tight ass and defined abs. I have him sit on the edge of the bed so he can watch me fulfill another condition of my defeat. I playfully twirl the white tie-belt on my shorts before starting to strip.

First my yellow top, then my white shorts. Raising my arms above my head, I spin around in my underwear as I enjoy being admired. I'm filled with lust when Alex gasps as my bra hits the floor. Moments later, I drop my panties and let him see everything I have to offer.

Instructing Alex to sit cross-legged in the center of the bed, I get behind him and start the massage. My hands work his shoulders as I coo in his ear while pressing my bare breasts against his back. I'm not exactly a massage therapist, but I think Alex is quite pleased having a naked girl rubbing herself against him.

Alex lays on his stomach so I can straddle him and rub his back. He sighs happily when I lean down to kiss his cheek. Then I scoot back so I can massage his rock hard butt-cheeks. We both laugh when I playfully lean in and lightly bite his ass, teasing his skin with my teeth.

When rolling him onto his back, I quickly discover Alex is fully hard again. Kneeling perpendicular to him, I lean over his lap so I can give him another blowjob. My braid is hanging down the side of my face, my hand cupping his balls as I suck hard on his throbbing pole.

His large hand covers my head, pushing me down on his dick and making me gag slightly. Alex's other hand explores my body, starting with my tits. I bob my head up and down in his lap while he plays with my hanging boobs. Then Alex slides his hand down my back and gives me a playful swat on the butt. I moan and drool around his cock when he starts fingering my pussy.

It's not easy to focus on sucking dick while someone is rubbing my clit. Drool runs from my lips and coats his balls as I struggle to focus on my task. Alex is really good with his fingers, and he soon has me squirming. My orgasm hits me hard, making me moan and squeal around his shaft, my mouth opening wide as he holds my head down.

The vibrations of my throat causes Alex to reach his limit. A rope of semen hits the roof of my mouth, making me cough slightly. It isn't easy to swallow while cumming, and some of his load ends up running back down his shaft. When I come down from my orgasm, I move my mouth up and down his length, sucking up all the semen I can get.

"You definitely know how to help a guy relax," Alex chuckles as I pull off his dick.

"Thanks," I giggle, curling up beside him so he can wrap an arm around my shoulders.

"Fuck, I wish I could stay here awhile longer," he sighs regretfully.

"Because the party is fun, or because you're getting blowjobs from a hot chick?" I ask, looking up at him inquisitively.

"Uh, both?" Alex grins and shrugs.

"Hm, I guess that's an acceptable answer," I reply while running my fingers over my Slut-sisters necklace. "Your plane leaves around lunchtime tomorrow?"

"Around then, I think," he confirms with a nod.

"Have you talked to your parents? Are they enjoying the area?" I inquire. "Now that they're away from the house of craziness."

"Can we not talk about my parents right now?" Alex grimaces.

"Right, sorry," I giggle cutely. "Let's talk about your trip next week. Hoping to get laid in the big city?"

"Nah, I doubt it," he answers. "I'll be sharing a room with a friend and don't wanna kick him out."

"Why not?" I shrug. "Isn't there a bro code for stuff like that? I know we girls have a ho code. I would not clam jam a sister."

"I didn't know there was such a thing as a 'ho code.'" Alex smirks.

"Sure," I respond with a nod. "If a girl is getting lucky, the other girl should make herself scarce. Sock on the door, a quick text to let her know to find someplace else to sleep. It's only fair."

"Well, I guess we'll see what happens," Alex laughs. "Right now, my only plans are to enjoy the city and the fireworks. It should be a fun holiday."

My mind starts to wander as we continue to talk about random topics. Steven. How do I really feel about him? I remember him babysitting me, I remember him putting a bandage on my knee after I fell off my bike. He's my best friend's father, not a potential romantic partner. At least until Hurricane Lexi.

I always thought Steven was really sexy, and I do like older guys. Still, I never planned on sleeping with him. Of course, life rarely goes as planned. Now? Steven is the ideal man as far as I'm concerned. I let three random guys use me and got knocked up. He might be the father, but doesn't care either way. We'll always be connected.

My thumb brushes against my ring; the promise ring. Fuck, I really am a stupid whore. I treat him like crap, and he still is doing so much for me. Now I'm in bed with a guy. I knew damn well he didn't want me to fuck him, but I still opened my slut-mouth.

I know I won't get a happily-ever-after with Steven, and I have to admit that I still do want to enjoy being young and hot. Right now? I'm carrying our child. I can't do any more than I already have. I like Alex well enough, but this is just a casual hook-up. It's not worth causing the man I love any more pain.

"Alex?" I mumble, interrupting him mid-sentence.

"Yeah, babe?" he replies, looking down at me.

"I-I don't think I can do this," I swallow weakly. "H-have sex, I mean."

"Are you okay?" Alex asks, a concerned expression on his face.

"Yea, I think so," I nod quickly. "I'm just pregnant and hormonal. I know it would just be casual sex, but I don't think I can do that right now. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to give you blue balls."

"You didn't, you made me cum twice," he jokes to lighten the mood.

"I want to, it's just..." I trail off.

"I totally get it, it's fine," Alex kisses the top of my head.

"And I know it doesn't make any sense since we aren't together or anything, but it somehow feels like I'm cheating," I say quickly, unable to stop talking. "Steven has two girlfriends and he might not even be the father and he said it was okay, I just don't think I can. I've been such a bitch."

"Hazel, Hazel," he smiles, finally getting me to stop rambling. "It's complicated, it's okay. I get it. I'm fine with this. I'm still your friend, and your baby is going to be my cousin. Which would have made doing anything kind of weird anyway."

"Plus, I'm not a redhead," I tease before sighing again. "You're really hot and my type, it's just..."

"HAZEL!" Alex exclaims in exasperation. "It's fine. Really fine. Like, not the fine where you say it's fine even though it isn't. Actually fine. I've had a wonderful time with you. It would have been fun even without any sex stuff. I'm not mad, I'm not disappointed. I had a great time. Truly."

"Are you sure?" I ask nervously.

"Positive," he replies.

"Thank you," I bite my lower lip. "You're gonna make a great big cousin."

"I'm already a big cousin," Alex points out. "Did you forget about Kayla?"

"No, I just forgot you were older than her," I giggle, blushing slightly as I remember we're both naked. "Uh, I should probably put some clothes on."

"Now, that's a damn shame," he laughs, grinning to show he's only teasing.

Alex only puts on a pair of boxer briefs before turning his back and playing on his phone. It's so sweet he's being such a gentleman and not gawking at me while I get dressed. I give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, promising to talk more in the morning. Then I grab my phone, purse, and sandals before leaving the room. I get myself a drink and head to my bedroom.

Stripping down to my panties, I get into bed and turn to my go-to method for avoidance; television. Hospital Doctors in Love should help me turn off my brain. At least, that was the plan. I end up on an episode in the second season where Doctor McSpoogy ends up in a bathing suit by the pool. Seeing Nolan Reed shirtless is making my slutty pussy crave cock again.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit! What kind of future do I have? I can't marry Steven. Which means, I need to find someone else. Someone else who can accept my child, and can accept Steven in my life. Oh, and my Slut-sisters. Dammit. This episode is reminding me of talking with Steven, him agreeing it's fine if I have sex with Alex. I remember joking with him about also wanting to get fucked by Nolan Reed. This same shit, again and again. Without ever moving forward.

No. I'm not moving forward. The others are all going to college. Ashley has a boyfriend, Marcia is sort of seeing someone. Kayla is single, but she's still Kayla. She's going to have upperclassman drooling all over her in a few months. Especially after they see her in a cheerleader uniform. Even Lexi has her future planned out.

I watch a few more episodes, but I'm unable to lose myself in the show. It's starting to get late, but I don't think I can even fall asleep. Reading doesn't help and there's nothing else I want to do. Normally, I might reach out to Kayla, my childhood best friend. Instead, I choose someone I think can understand the issue better. Someone I usually butt heads with. Grabbing my phone, I send a text. It takes quite awhile to get the first response.

Hazel: Hi.

Lexi: Good evening, you've reached Lexi's sex tip hot line.

-For blowjob tips, press 1.

-For a detailed guide to sex positions(with pictures!), press 2.

-To purchase a copy of Lexi's Guide to Whoredom, press 3.

-To learn all about semen, press 4.

-For anal, press 5.

Hazel: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Lexi: What do you mean? You told us you were gonna sleep with Alex.

Hazel: Yeah, so?

Lexi: You should be having sex, but instead you're texting me. Just me. Not the group chat.

Lexi: He's Kayla's cousin, so I'm not surprised he wants to get really kinky.

Lexi: So, what is it? Rimjob? Golden shower? I don't kink shame.

Hazel: You're disgusting.

Lexi: What? You would have included the others if he just wanted to go to fifth base.

Hazel: There's no such thing as fifth base!

Lexi: Aw, you're so innocent. :)

Hazel: Anal, I assume? I just never heard it called fifth base.

Lexi: You shoulda pressed five.

Hazel: I was wondering why you took so long to respond, now I'm wishing you didn't.

Lexi: I was getting fucked by my boyfriend. Why aren't you taking it from behind right now?

Hazel: It felt like cheating on Steven. I thought you might understand.

Lexi: Oh.

Hazel: I should have texted Kayla.

Lexi: You in your room?

Hazel: Yeah.

Lexi: Don't move, I'll be right there.

Getting out of bed, I run my hand through my braid before crossing my arms beneath my bare breasts. I glance over at my bedside table and spot the pregnancy book, which makes me sigh. Fortunately, I don't have to wait long before Lexi surprises me by actually knocking on the door. Despite my anxiety, I can't help but snort and laugh when I see her.

"What?" Lexi frowns, shutting the door behind her.

"Cum," I respond, tapping the corner of my lips.

"Oh, oops," the redhead says, reaching up to wipe her lip. She ends up needing to get tissues from my bedside table to clean her face. "Good catch."

"Uh, what did you tell Steven about where you were going?" I ask nervously. "Does he know I'm a mess?"

"I just told him you wanted to talk. You know him, he doesn't pry," Lexi explains, tossing the tissues in the trash. "So, what happened?"

"Short version? We played pool and bet oral. I lost and ran to check with Steven to make sure he was okay with it," I answer with a heavy sigh. "I knew Steven was jealous, but I got my permission. I sucked him off twice, then I started thinking about how selfish I am. So, I left. Couldn't sleep and texted you."

"I'm surprised you thought of me," Lexi smiles while removing her robe. Like me, she's only wearing panties and her Slut-sisters necklace. Her underwear are light blue with little yellow ducks on them. "And glad. I know I'm a brat, but I love you. I love all my Slut-sisters."

"You're the brat, I'm the bitch, it works," I giggle, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"I guess it does," she agrees, sitting down beside me. "So, tell me; why did you think of me?"

"I know you haven't been with any other guy since you and Steven got together, but I also know you have kind of a complicated past," I begin slowly, not wanting to be cruel or seem like I'm judging. "Do you ever, I don't know, think about being with other guys?"

"No, not at all," Lexi shakes her head. "I'm a broken girl. There's a reason I won't let any of you girls use the strap-on on me, or even a dildo. Fingers are one thing, but only Steven gets to penetrate me. I have no desire whatsoever to touch another man."

"And yet you encourage us to go completely wild," I point out. "Kind of hypocritical, don't you think?"

"Not really," she shrugs. "I want people to do what makes them happy. If getting made airtight makes you happy, go for it. I even discouraged Kayla from getting to into group sex, because I knew it wasn't coming from a good place."

"Yeah, that makes sense," I nod slowly.

"You still haven't really explained why me?" Lexi prods gently. "I'm still happy, but I'm curious. Curious how I can best help."

"As annoying as you are, you are incredibly insightful," I admit, making Lexi smile proudly. "You're gonna be a great psychiatrist or psychologist or psycho or whatever. Anyway, I just thought you'd understand, one broken girl to another."

Lexi takes a deep breath. Her posture changes, tenses. She's not looking at me anymore, just staring off.

"I definitely understand doing things that are bad for you, just to feel something, anything," Lexi whispers, looking straight ahead as her hands grip the edge of the bed. "I needed it to be my choice, to make everything else seem not as bad. Keith didn't really force me, but he made sure I was pretty fucked up before passing me around. And I did it because I felt like I deserved it."

"We don't have to talk about this," I tell her, reaching out to place my hand on hers.

"You know, I was having sex during the school day. I'd grab guys and drag them into janitor's closets or empty classrooms to suck them off," Lexi continues, ignoring me. "I even fucked a teacher to get Keith a passing grade. I'm not trying to take the focus off you, I just want you to understand that I'll never judge you. Never," she finally turns and looks me in the eye, appearing more serious than I've ever seen her. "I'm the girl who let guys run a train on her at a party, or took on multiple guys at once. So, talk to me. What's really going on?"

"I know you won't judge me," I acknowledge. "It's funny, this house was always where I could come to be accepted. My sperm and egg donors needed me to be perfect. They didn't want Hazel, they wanted the ideal daughter."

"Your parents suck," Lexi states firmly. "They lost a truly wonderful daughter."

"Thank you," I smile, a film of tears coating my eyes. "I don't know if Steven is the biological father, probably not. But, I do love him. It's stupid. So fucking stupid. I, I, I, I can't marry him. You're with him, and I won't try to steal him. I know you wanted all of us to be together here, but how can that possibly work? It can't. It can't fucking work."

"Why?" Lexi asks simply.

"What? What do you mean, 'why?'" I frown. "It's insane. Completely insane. He's only one person, there's only so much of him to go around."

"He keeps up with ME," the redhead points out. "I'm pretty sure there's enough of him to go around."

"You're impossible," I look up slightly and let out a breath.

"And you're stupid for fighting against what you really want," Lexi replies. "What are you gonna do? Find a different guy? Fuck that shit. He would keep you from Steven. Look at Shawn. He didn't even want Marcia to be with her Slut-sisters. I mean, I get it, cheating is cheating. Male or female. But, c'mon, how could he think he could keep Marcia from us? Even our parents couldn't keep us from each other. No. Fucking. Way."

"I'm kind of surprised you're so eager to share him," I say, changing the subject slightly. "I know you're scared of losing Steven."

"That's more about him realizing we have nothing in common or that I'm not good enough," Lexi sighs. "I trust my Slut-sisters. You won't push me out. You are a bitch, but you're not THAT bad."

"Thanks, I guess," I snort. "You're over your issues with Stacey?"

"Stacey can visit," Lexi shrugs. "But, she needs an appointment. Plus, I definitely wanna see my man fuck April's brains out."

"So, April and Stacey are guests," I say, trying to follow her train of thought. "Steven has five wives and a bunch of kids. Where does that leave Kayla? He can't marry his daughter."

"Kayla can have a husband if she really needs one, I guess," Lexi rolls her eyes. "We'll turn the shed into a guest house and let him stay there."

"He wouldn't be a pet!" I laugh.

"I said guest house, not dog house," Lexi reminds me. "I'd say she could get a wife, but that girl loves dick too much."

"Your plan is already failing, you know," I argue. "Ashley has a boyfriend and Marcia might end up dating Kwan."

"Marcia isn't gonna date Kwan," Lexi shakes her head. "No way. Marcia knows she's in love with Steven. They'll keep it casual for awhile then drift apart. As for Ashley? That relationship is doomed. I mean, do you really think Ashley Bartlett is going to go through college without earning the title 'sorority slut?'"

"I can definitely see Ashley joining a sorority," I reluctantly agree. "But Lexi, you can't just dictate all our futures."

"Why not?" she shrugs. "It's worked pretty well so far. I've got you and Nicole in the house. I got Kayla and Steven to have sex. I got all you straight girls to break out in lesbian orgies every other day. I'd say I'm doing a great job."

"You can't be saying you planned all of that out," I roll my eyes.

"You underestimate my power," Lexi growls in a deep voice. "Free will is insignificant compared to the dark side of the slut."

"You're an idiot," I giggle, shaking my head. "Your plan is completely unrealistic."

"What do you mean realistic?" the redhead questions. "Hazel, you know Steven's rich, right?"

"Yeah," I respond simply.

"And super sexy," Lexi adds.

"Obviously," I agree.

"Super sexy rich guys basically get to do whatever the fuck they want," Lexi explains. "No one even cares. Sure, he can legally only marry one person, but having a harem? They'll call him a sexist eccentric at worst. Since, you know, lots of girls and only one guy. But, we'll know different. Fuck what anyone else thinks."

"They could call us a cult and try taking away the kids," I point out.

"Steven even has a sexy cop to help him out," she reasons. "Oh, and if someone tried to take my child, I'd rip their throat out with my teeth. Then I'd copy Kayla and bite their dick off. Finally, I'd shove the severed penis down the open throat wound. And then I'd get mad."

"You scare me sometimes," I nudge her shoulder with mine.

"I should," Lexi replies sadly. "I've seen some serious shit."

"I know," I squeeze her hand. "I'm glad you can still laugh and joke."

"It keeps the horrors away," she shrugs. "David, Keith, a few others, yeah, they're gonna be on trial. Maybe they'll be stuck in jail, maybe not. The others? They're fine."

"Others?" I ask slowly.

"Keith thought he could pull off a kidnapping scheme from a crappy TV show," Lexi rolls her eyes. "Does that sound like someone smart enough to run a gambling ring, sell sex, and sell drugs?"

"Uh, I guess not," I answer. "You're talking about that gang shit?"

"Organized crime, yeah," Lexi nods. "The Crocs. Stupid fucking name. The worst days were when I was a party favor to Keith's bosses. Sarah said the district attorney tried to get Keith to to give names, but he refused. He doesn't wanna get killed. Keith doesn't even know which cops are dirty. He's just an idiot thug the gang used to sell drugs to teens and find girls to violate."

"I hope they can take down that fucking gang," I growl.

"Doubtful," she sighs. "They're in multiple states, possibly in other countries for all I know. Some of them are really fucking sadistic. I told you the tame stuff, but yeah, they loved to humiliate me. Laughing at me while making me lick cum off the floor was a good day."

"If any of them come near you again, I'll bite their cocks off," I insist vehemently. "Slut-sisters forever."

"That means you can't leave us and go find a husband," Lexi points out with a grin. "I mean, don't you love being able to just go down the hall and get this," her fingers lightly caress my thigh, "anytime you want?"

"Lexi, stop, I... ugh," I groan when the redhead cups my vulva from outside my panties. "Mm, ungh!"

"You know me, sex heals my wounds and is how I bond," she tells me, her fingers rubbing me.

"Oh, God!" I hiss, reaching down to grab her wrist.

"We're Slut-sisters, we should always be together," Lexi whispers. "We need each other."

"Fuck, Lexi," I gasp as she pushes my panties aside and runs her fingers along my slit. "What are you doing?"

"Making you feel good, duh!" the redhead giggles as she pushes two fingers into me. "I love you and want to bond with you."

"I love you, too. Ah!" I groan while she curls her fingers to stimulate my vaginal walls. "Ooh! Don't stop! Lexi, don't stop!"

"You don't get to cum until you admit what you really want," Lexi says, pushing me to the edge while not quite letting me explode.

"Please, don't stop!" I toss my head back and moan, my nails digging into her wrist as my other hand grabs my boob. "Lexi, this isn't fair!"

"What do you want, slut?" she questions, her thumb circling my clit.

"I want to cum!" I whine pathetically.

"What do you really want?" Lexi demands, pulling slightly away from my clit to stop me from reaching orgasm.

"Dammit, fine!" I practically yell in frustration. "I want it, okay! I want Steven and a family and the Slut-sisters! I want us all to be together forev- OH FUCK!"

"Good girls who are honest get to cum," Lexi smiles, pushing her fingers into my tunnel while her thumb stimulates my clit.

"Is that, ah, a tip in your, ah, your guide to whoredom?" I ask, my eyes rolling back as my toes curl.

"Maybe," she giggles. "You'll have to buy a copy to find out."

I make a series of yelping noises, falling back onto the bed as I cum hard. Lexi really is a goddess of sex, a true artist who knows how to manipulate every nerve for maximum pleasure. I cum a second time, then a third. Then I think I forget who and where I am.

When I return to earth, I use my elbows to lift my upper body so I can look at Lexi. The two of us stare at each other for several seconds, both of us breathing heavily. There's fire in her green eyes, and I love the light freckles on her pale skin. Her red hair is framing her face as her bosom heaves.

We move as one, lunging at each other with pure passion. Lexi and I are making out, rolling around on my bed as our hands wander. It takes some effort, but I manage to get the scrappy redhead on her back. I pull off her panties and spread her legs so I can get my face at her pussy.

"Yes!" Lexi hisses, grabbing my head in both hands. "Eat me! Eat my pussy!"

I only have a couple months of experience, but I know my way around a cunt. Moaning softly, I happily lap up all of Lexi's love juices while squeezing one of her boobs. Fuck, this girl's skin is so soft. I lose myself in the task, needing only a few minutes to make Lexi cum for me.

Sitting up, I take off my underwear and toss them on the floor. Then I get on top of Lexi so we can start tribbing. My Slut-sisters necklace hangs down, clinking against hers. Next thing I know, Lexi's on top of me, grinding her slit down against my pussy. I moan her name, inspiring her to move faster. Our eyes lock as we both orgasm at the same time.

Lexi flips around so we can sixty-nine for a few minutes, fingering and licking each other as we both moan and writhe. I hold Lexi's butt-cheeks while pushing my tongue between her labia. The redhead sucks on my clit, making me lose focus. I pull away from her pussy as my back arches and I cum on her talented tongue.

While I'm trying to recover, Lexi rushes out of bed. I'm too out of it to figure out what she's up to. I find out when she gets between my legs and shoves a dildo up my twat. I screech and grab the sheets, my toes curling. The sexy nymphomaniac maneuvers her body so she can lick my clit while working the fake cock in and out of me.

It's late, and we end up cuddling while simply enjoying each other's presence. I ask Lexi to stay the night with me, and she agrees. The redhead then explains her plan for the morning. I giggle and grin as I agree wholeheartedly with the idea. It's perfect.

"Where are you going?" I ask when Lexi hops out of bed.

"I'm gonna tell Steven that I'm staying with you," Lexi explains, grabbing the dildo.

"Uh, why are you taking that with you?" I frown, sitting up.

"To show him," Lexi shrugs, marching toward the door completely naked.

I laugh and shake my head as I admire Lexi's naked ass. Her freckles aren't a thick coating like some people have, with the small spots spread out over her body. The brat throws the door open and walks out into the hallway with the dildo that's soaked in my juices.

"Lexi?!" a male voice gasps in shock. A wet thud follows a second later. "Ow!"

"Shit!" Lexi rushes back into the bedroom, her face red.

"What happened?" I frown in confusion.

"I just hit Dan in the face with a dildo!" Lexi explains.

"Why did you do that?" I ask with a laugh.

"Yeah, why did you do that?" Dan asks from the doorway, his face turned away to not see us naked.

"It's nothing you haven't seen before, Dan," I snort. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," the big guy replies, standing in his underwear. "I got up to go to the bathroom and was coming back. Lexi walked out completely naked and I was surprised. Then, ah, yeah..."

"Sorry," Lexi grins, which Dan can't even see. "I wasn't expecting to run into anybody."

"All good," Dan laughs. "I'm going back to bed. Have a good night, ladies."

We say goodnight to Dan before looking at each other and bursting into fits of giggles. Once we calm down, Lexi runs out to talk to Steven and Nicole, this time wearing a robe. When she returns, we get into bed and hold each other close. Lexi and I butt heads a lot, but she's my Slut-sister. We'll always have each other.

~Marcia~

I sigh in contentment as I snuggle up to Kwan, my head resting on his chest and my arm thrown around his waist. He tightens his grip around my shoulders, his hand squeezing my upper arm affectionately. A soft breeze passes by, causing my dark hair to flutter slightly while I enjoy an amazing Saturday night.

Not nearly as many people are staying over tonight, but there are still a few others outside with us. Steven went to bed early, so there's no bonfire tonight. Instead, there's a large screen set up so that we can watch a movie outside. There's plenty of popcorn, and I have a wine cooler while Kwan is enjoying an ice cold beer.

My phone buzzes in my purse, distracting from the movie. Brushing my hair back, I sit up and reach down to grab my phone. Kwan munches on popcorn and sips on beer while I text with Lexi. I love her idea for the morning and quickly give my approval before putting my phone away.

Sipping on my wine cooler, I think about my plans for the near future. College is going to be an adventure and I'm excited to decide what I want to do with the rest of my life. I know I'll have my Slut-sisters with me every step of the way, so I try to push down my anxiety about making it through college. I also can't wait to meet Hazel's baby and be Auntie Marcia.

Romance? That's a whole other issue. I have to be honest with myself and admit I'm in love with Steven. However, he can't be what I need. Lexi has her own plans, but I want my own house and my own family. My own husband, my own kids. My Slut-sisters will always be family, but I want something else, too.

Where does that leave Kwan? As much as I love to have everything figured out, I know it's way too early to be worrying about marriage. I'm only eighteen. I fully intend to continue making love with Steven and my Slut-sisters. Kwan knows about them, but I don't know if he wants a girlfriend he has to share. I also need to think about Steven. I know he's okay with me having sex, but I don't ever want to hurt him.

The movie ends and people start wandering off; some to the tents, some into the house, while others disappear in the darkness. I can still hear splashing in the pool, and I'm just barely able to make out the shapes of what seem to be a guy and girl making out. In the distance, it looks like a tall guy is leading a girl behind the shed, likely for some quick fun.

Kwan and I head inside to use the bathroom and wash up. We then return outside and enter the same tent from last night. Our stuff is still here and we use the light from my phone so we can see each other. I'm still wearing jean shorts and a red top. Kwan looks cute in shorts and a t-shirt.

"So, ah, Lexi did ask if I can meet up with the girls in the morning," I wince. "We can hang out after if you want?"

"That actually works out," Kwan smiles. "My parents want me to spend the day with them tomorrow."

"Oh, so you're gonna leave early?" I ask to clarify.

"If that's okay," he continues. "I definitely wanna hang out with you some more."

"We have all summer," I grin widely. "You'll be sick of me before long."

"Somehow, I doubt that," Kwan laughs lightly before looking at me nervously. "I'm not, you know, expecting anything to happen tonight, but um, I was wondering where we stood? I know we're not together or anything, I just, ah, I'm just not good at this. Sorry. I wasn't sure how else to ask."

"You're so cute, I can't stand it!" I reach forward and hug him tightly before pulling back with a small blush. "And I'm not sure. I, well, you know my weird situation."

"With Steven and the other girls," Kwan nods slightly. "Yeah, it's different."

"I'm not sure what we should do. It's something I was just thinking about as well," I sigh, brushing my hair back behind my ears. "I know I like you. I feel a real connection."

"I feel it, too," he looks at me affectionately. "I definitely want to keep seeing you. Maybe something casual? We're friends, maybe we go on dates, and um, if you want, maybe other stuff as well?"

"So, friends with benefits?" I ask with a raised brow.

"No, no!" Kwan stammers, holding up his hands. "Just friends who really like each other and go on dates."

"What does that sound like to you?" I question with a small smirk.

"Uh, well, shit," he blushes.

"It's probably the best way forward," I lean forward and peck his lips. "We're dating. Casually. You're not my boyfriend, but we do hang out. And I might be interested in some of that other stuff you're talking about."

"Is that so?" Kwan smiles, his eyes briefly darting down to my cleavage.

"Mmhmm," I nod, biting my lower lip. "I might have a fun idea."

"Do tell," he gestures at me with his hand.

"Okay, I hope you like it," I blush slightly while pulling a deck of playing cards out of my purse that I had snagged from the living room. "H-how do you feel about strip poker?"

Kwan is quite happy with strip poker, although he argues that it's not fair that I have more articles of clothing than he does. I have my shorts, shirt, bra, and panties. He's wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and boxer briefs. We're both barefoot. We agree that he doesn't have to take off anything the first time he loses to make it fair.

I deal out the first hand, five cards for each of us. My hand consists of the five of hearts, the six of spades, the seven of spades, the eight of diamonds, and the jack of hearts. Hm, what do I do? Do I keep the jack and the eight, hoping for a high pair? Or do I take a risk and go for the straight? A four or a nine would work, so I should have a decent chance.

"I'd like three cards," Kwan says, tossing away three of his old cards.

"Dealer takes one," I reply, dealing out the cards.

"Uh-oh, looks like I'm screwed," he winces.

"No, I am," I sigh. My jack of hearts is replaced with the jack of clubs. I show him my hand. "Nothing. I was going for a straight."

"Pair of tens!" Kwan announces, grinning widely.

"It's my game, I guess it's fair that I go first," I reply as a naughty idea occurs to me.

I get up on my knees, smirking as Kwan's eyes once again drop to my cleavage. He's expecting me to take my shirt off. Sorry, buddy! His eyes widen when I unbutton my jean shorts and slide them down to my thighs. Laying back, I lift my butt so I can pull of my shorts and toss them aside. I then sit cross-legged in front of him in my red shirt and a pair of panties with ruffles, a self-satisfied smirk on my face.

For the second hand, I'm dealt two kings, a two, an ace, and a nine. I keep the two kings and ditch the other three cards. Kwan requests two cards. I end up receiving a pair of fives and a queen. Yes, two pair! I show them off with a grin. The smile slides off my face when Kwan reveals three jacks. Three of a kind beats two pair.

"Sorry, babe," he smiles slightly.

"No, you're not," I snort.

Laying on my back, I once again lift my bum, this time so I can remove my underwear. Kwan gasps when my clean-shaven vulva comes in to view. The way he's admiring me is such a turn on. Channeling my inner slut, I open my legs and use two fingers to spread my labia, showing him my most intimate place.

"Whoa," Kwan mumbles as I return to my cross-legged position.

"I'm not usually that forward," I admit with a blush even as I feel my pussy flowering open in anticipation.

"I'm glad you're comfortable enough with me to do that," he smiles, his eyes still locked on my lady bits.

"Look at the cards, not my cunt," I admonish, shuffling the deck. "Otherwise you'll end up naked before I am."

Garbage. Not a single pair, no chance of a straight or a flush. I do have a queen and an ace, so I keep those. And I get nothing useful with my three new cards. I show Kwan my hand with a sad pout, and he responds by revealing a pair of twos. Yup. I lose to a pair of twos.

"It's my lucky night!" Kwan declares, tossing his cards into the pile between us.

"I probably should have suggested a different game," I grumble as I pull off my shirt and toss it aside.

"You're... breathtaking," he whispers, his eyes devouring my body.

"Thank you," I blush, sitting before him in just a bra.

"Deal the cards," Kwan suggests. "I just need one more win."

I stick out my tongue at him before dealing another hand. My face falls when I look at my crappy cards. Discarding three doesn't get me anything better. Fortunately, Kwan's hand sucks as well. I beat him with a king high, neither of us managing to get a pair. Sadly, according to our agreement, he doesn't have to take anything off for his first loss.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" I whine, showing him my fifth hand with three sixes.

"Jack-high straight," he grins.

"Fucking bullshit," I mutter, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra. Rolling my shoulders forward, I let the cups fall from my breasts.

"Perfect," Kwan whispers.

"I wasn't expecting to be naked while you're fully dressed," I admit, my face red.

"W-what happens if you lose again?" he inquires.

"Um, how about you can touch me however you want for two minutes?" I suggest, biting my lower lip as I can actually feel my face heating up.

"Heaven is real," Kwan comments, making me giggle.

The sixth hand goes to me, and I finally get Kwan out of his shirt. I openly admire his chest while licking my lips seductively. We're both kind of quiet and passive, so we're having a lot of fun teasing each other. I playfully hold both my boobs and squeeze them when I catch him staring.

I lose the seventh hand and set a timer on my phone for two minutes. Kwan's hands reach out and tentatively caress my breasts. I moan softly, my hard nipples pressing against his palms. He leans in and pecks my lips, keeping one hand on my boob while his other reaches between my legs. I shiver when he runs two fingers along my slit. I'm fucking soaked.

"Mm, no!" I whine when he pulls his hands off me.

"That's the timer," he reasons with a helpless shrug.

Once more screwed over by my own rules, I deal the eighth hand. I win this one, getting Kwan down to his light blue boxer briefs. The ninth hand goes to Kwan and the timer starts again. He starts playing with my pussy a littler earlier this time, and soon he's fingering me in earnest. I'm so close, so fucking close.

"Fuck!" I growl in disappointment when the timer goes off.

Kwan looks disappointed as well, and I quickly deal out the cards for the tenth hand. I have a pair of sevens and discard three cards. I end up with a third seven, winning the game. Kwan removes his boxer briefs and gets up on his knees, allowing me to admire his throbbing erection as it bobs lightly in front of him.

"W-what now?" he wonders nervously, doing his best to look into my eyes.

"This," I state simply.

Getting on all fours, I lunge forward and capture his dick with my lips. Kwan gasps and buries his hands in my dark hair as I start sucking. I'm balancing on my elbows and knees as I bob my head on him, my tongue occasionally flicking all over his mushroom head.

"Glug, glug, glug!" I gurgle, rolling my eyes up to meet his.

Kwan runs his hands all over my body while I go down on him. He plays with my boobs, he runs his hands along my bare back, and he squeezes my butt. He isn't able to reach my pussy from this angle, but I still moan and gasp when he playfully swats my tight bottom.

I want to play with myself, but I'm afraid I won't be able to balance on one elbow. I choose to keep sucking away instead. Kwan ends up just holding my head as he pants, each bob of my head bringing him closer. Holding him deep in my throat, I moan encouragingly, urging him to cum. I'm rewarded with three blasts of warm semen and a few drops that trickle out onto my tongue. I swallow everything.

"My turn," Kwan husks when I pull off him.

A cute squeal escapes my lips as he rolls me onto my back. Getting on top of me, Kwan squeezes my tits together before slobbering all over them. He quickly licks my nipple before kissing down my body until he's between my legs. I arch my back and gasp when his tongue makes contact with my labia.

I'm so aroused Kwan only needs to lick me for about thirty seconds before I arch my back and announce my orgasm. He doesn't stop, making love to my vulva with his tongue while one hand reaches up to squeeze a tit. I place one hand on top of his while my other rests on his head.

"Keep going, keep going, keep going!" I beg, feeling another climax approaching.

Kwan follows my orders, fingering me while sucking on my clit. He's not the master of pussy worship that Steven is, but Kwan is definitely enthusiastic. It takes him a few minutes to get me off a second time. When it finally happens, my vaginal muscles clamp down on his fingers as I moan and grunt.

The two of us end up cuddling on the sleeping bag, talking and giggling. He kisses my forehead, making me sigh happily. I press myself against his side, my fingers lightly tickling along his ribs. When he squeezes my butt, I laugh and reach for his dick, wrapping my fingers around it.

Our conversation continues as we gently touch each other. It takes a little while, but I eventually feel him start to harden in my grasp. I stroke him faster, occasionally pausing to massage his balls. We stop talking, our lips meeting as our tongues begin their passionate dance.

"Marcia," he whispers when our kiss breaks.

"I'm ready," I tell him. "I want to have sex with you."

"What do I do?" Kwan asks, completely ruining the moment.

"Ah, you get hard and put it in the hole?"

"Right, I know," he stammers nervously. "Stupid question. Sorry, I'm nervous."

"Aw, is this your first time?" I question teasingly as my thumb brushes his tip.

"No, but it has been awhile," Kwan admits.

"I'll be gentle," I promise, reaching for his shoulder and pulling to encourage him to get on top of me.

"Oh, God!" he gasps in a throaty voice, his body shaking slightly as he buries his cock in warm, vaginal flesh.

Seeing the pleasure on his face, hearing it in his voice; it's incredible. I feel like my pussy is clamping down on him, unwilling to ever let go. My fingers brush his biceps as he plants his hands on either side of me and starts to thrust. In and out. His cock stretches me, fills me. Then it pulls out, leaving me empty before returning home once more.

Kwan is breathing heavily, looking down at me with heavy eyes. His movements are strong and wild, containing a passion that needs to be released. The sounds of slapping flesh fills the tent and I can feel his balls hit my butt each time he enters me to the hilt.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I chant, unable to form coherent words.

It's my body. It's my body making him feel this good. My legs are wrapped around him, drawing him into me. The physical sensations don't make me cum, neither does the connection I feel with my partner. It's knowing how desired I am that pushes me over the edge. Feeling his need for my young body, for me, for Marcia. And no one else.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" I announce, my back arching as I screech, my pussy muscles rippling, tightening their hold on Kwan's dick. "I'm cumming! Fuck, fuck, fuck! AH!"

"I'm close," Kwan warns a minute later.

"I'm on the pill," I remind him, rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. "You can cum in my pussy."

Kwan nods rapidly, staring down at my jiggling boobs as he continues to fuck me. The intensity of the moment is enough to make me cum again, and my orgasm triggers Kwan's climax. He buries inside me, grunting as he coats my insides with warm, sticky sperm.

"Holy shit," he gasps, rolling off me and laying beside me as he struggles to breathe. "Holy shit."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I giggle, turning onto my side to face him.

"You should," Kwan nods. "You really, really should."

We cuddle and talk for a few minutes before the urge to pee starts to overwhelm me. I excuse myself, putting on a pair of pajama pants and a top before leaving the tent. Walking barefoot through the yard, I soon discover that someone has set up the projector to play one of Brittney's porn movies. No one is watching anymore, so I quickly shut it off.

I return to the tent ten minutes later and get naked again. The two of us cuddle and kiss, whispering to each other. He eventually gets hard again and I offer to let him do me from behind. Kwan holds my hips, thrusting in a steady rhythm until he finally tenses and pumps another load into my pussy.

We're both tired, so we snuggle up in the sleeping bag, with me resting my head on his chest. Kwan's soft breathing tells me he's asleep within forty-five seconds. I lay awake a bit longer, wondering about my future. What will I do with my life? Who will be the father of my children? Will I have a man all to myself, or will I end up sharing Steven?