When Kevin came back to bed, I held on to him so snugly he must have felt as if I was trying to squeeze the life out of him. I started to cry because now there was only about half a day between then and the moment when he would be out of my life. He wrapped me tightly in his arms to comfort me. "Thanks for everything Misty. I wish there were more girls like you." "It was all my pleasure, honey. Don't ever quit guitar, okay? I would really like to see you on stage someday." "Don't worry, babe. I would totally like to jam with you again. That would be so epic if we could form a band sometime." "Your mouth to god's ears sweety."

He kissed me and we began making out. I slid my hand up and down his cock and resurrected his erection. "Kevin, please fuck me again," I begged. He smiled and wordlessly rotated his body on top of me, enabling me to feel the wonderful naked warmth of his skin on mine as well as his weight before he plunged his dick into my pink cavern, which held his schvanz as securely as I had been holding him earlier with my arms. Then I felt that lovely sensation of the hard on gliding in and out. My legs enveloped the middle of his back as he continued to plow me and I was so happy to be feeling that at that moment while endeavoring to marginalize the cognizance of the bittersweet quality to our lovemaking since the more time we took doing the deed the closer our separation would become. The pumping of his hips elicited the first orgasm of this particular sex session and it and each successive one carried my mind further away from the anticipation of our eventual farewell. He drove his thunderstick harder and faster and, as he piled orgasm after orgasm on my senses, his breathing sounded more and more like that of a bull in the final throes of death after being stuck with swords. I was in the midst of a climax when he gushed the last river of semen he would discharge into me before we would trail off to sleep and let our time together expire.

The alarm clock rudely interrupted our mutual peace and we groggily lurched out of bed and showered together, the volume of water in the tub increased by my tears. I prepared breakfast as time inexorably moved forward and we ate it on the couch so that I could feel him next to me. We dressed, me in a bikini so he could take hot photos of me with his cellphone that wouldn't be considered child porn, capped off by pics of him and me kissing and holding each other. When his parents arrived to pick him up, he had his dad shoot more snaps of us together. One last kiss and hug and he walked away into the car, which then sped off into the horizon.

I went into the house and cried. He was such a cute kid and it was fun watching him grow physically and psychologically. I made a silent wish that he soon find another girlfriend who was as good for him as I was. I recorded a version of the Scorpions "Still Loving You" and dedicated it to him when I uploaded it to You Tube.

I spent the next few days in my house just watching tv, eating and playing guitar. I felt a little cast adrift, but it was probably for the best.

I eventually got bored, though, being cooped up in the house and took a bus to the mall. I walked around for a while and didn't see anything I needed or wanted. I went across the street to a Togo's. I love their sandwiches but I hadn't been into one in forever. While I was waiting in line, I saw a couple of stoners from my school, Justin May and Rick Strong. They were both staring at me. "Hi Justin, Hi Rick!" I cheerfully recognized so I wouldn't seem stuckup. "Hey Misty, what's up?" Justin countered as he and his buddy continued chowing down on their sandwiches.

I got my sandwich and asked Justin if I could join them. "So where's Kevin, babe?" Rick inquired. "He moved away," I informed them. "That sucks," he sympathized. "Yeah, I guess he couldn't wait to get away from me," I cracked self deprecatingly. I could see that both of them were staring at my breasts. "So what are you guys up to?" I asked. "Ah, you know, same old shit," Justin casually uttered. They stayed while I finished eating. Rick then bid me to hang out with them and I said okay. We got on the bus and desembarked at the stop nearest Rick's place and walked the rest of the way. His house was pretty unkempt. His mom wasn't home because she was at work and then was going out with her boyfriend later. We went into Rick's bedroom and he threw a Mastodon cd on and sparked up a blunt. I only took three tokes off the joint because I knew it would be really powerful.

Rick and Justin finished off the remainder of the spliff and, as we talked, I felt the rush as the THC began to take effect. I had never smoked pot before in this body and so I didn't really know how it would respond. In a few more minutes, I was getting more and more out of it. The surging intoxication made me wet. "Fuck, look at her dude, she's totally high," Rick said to Justin in a conspiratorial tone. "What a lightweight!" Rick razzed. "How are you feeling Misty?" Rick pondered. "Really good," I half smiled. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion and I began to feel sleepy. I curled up on Rick's bed and it just felt so comfy. I usually slept naked, so with my brain half turned off by the weed, I removed my top, my shorts, my shoes and my underwear and closed my eyes. I felt really warm inside and my brain was riding that feeling, but I wasn't fully under yet. "Oh my God, dude, she's naked!" Justin bubbled. "Look at those tits! Holy shit!" "Shit dude, should we fuck her?" Rick questioned. "Damn, dude, you think she'd remember if we did?" Justin rejoindered. "I don't know man, but damn!" Rick admired.

I felt a hand on my boob. "Mmmm, Kevin," I said and grabbed Rick's hand and pressed it into my cleavage. I let the hand go and rolled on to my back. Rick continued to fondle my boobs. My righthand snuck its way to my groin and found my clit. In my mind, I was seeing Kevin on top of me driving his cock into my cunt. Rick sucked on my left nipple and I stroked the back of his head with my free hand while he did. I was moaning as the sweet rush of the grass helped heat my ardor up very pleasantly. I rubbed my clit harder and was writhing and moaning loudly before my pubic muscles contracted hard and I orgasmed. The way the pot slowed my sense of time down seemed to make my climax last longer.

I turned back on my side and was about to head off to dreamland for real. "Fuck man, I can't stand it any longer," Rick declared and then I felt my right leg being lifted. One of the other boys slid his cock into my mouth and humped it to make it glide between my lips. Then I felt another penis being pushed into me and I just laid there allowing them to use me. My brain immediately became obsessed solely with the wicked sensation of the dick scraping against my vaginal walls. "Dude, I should take some pictures," Rick suggested. "Fuck no, dumbass! You want to go to jail for rape?" Justin angrily objected. "Oh yeah," Rick agreed. I could feel my orgasm building and I instinctively sucked harder on the cock that was on my tongue. "Oh fuckkkkkk," Justin celebrated when I did that, so I guess it was him in my mouth. Meanwhile, Rick was banging my pussy harder and I had a long, soul massaging climax. He fucked me to another one and then Justin shot his wad down my throat. Rick pulled out of me and squeezed his semen on to my face. I smiled passively as I rolled over, grabbed the pillow and buried the left side of my face into it.

"Fuck dude, double teaming Misty for the win!" Justin said and I heard the sound of a high five. I felt a hand on my ass and then dozed off. I have no idea how long I was out, but the sun had already gone down. So I only remember the one fuck and Justin's impalement of my mouth. I woke up with the tastes of pot and cum on my tongue, which was nasty. ""Dude, she's waking up!" Rick observed. I knew perfectly well what initially occurred sexually, but when I asked them what happened and why my clothes were off, they just said I decided to go to sleep and took my clothes off. "I guess you thought you were at home," Rick smirked. He got it in one, but it was at best still only a half truth. "You have an awesome body Misty," Justin flattered. "Thanks sweety," I insincerely smiled. I put my clothes back on while the cobwebs in my head cleared and then went into the bathroom to rinse my mouth out and wash my face. I went back toward Rick's bedroom door to hear what they were saying. "Fuck dude, it's a good thing you didn't spooge her pussy or you'd be dead," Justin noted. "Yeah, no shit," Rick echoed. "It doesn't look like she remembers any of it, so we're in the clear." I heard them high fiving each other. I entered the bedroom and announced I was leaving. "Okay Misty. See ya later, babe," Rick uttered and I split.