t;

She groaned and sat up, resting her hand on his, then moved it further up her leg. "Please, no more cheesy lines." They kissed, long and passionately, his hand moving up her body to cup her ample breast, teasing it until her nipples were rock hard. She murmured into his mouth and he pinched it, causing her to cry out and kiss him even harder. He was about to move his hand to the tie between her soft mounds when they heard the sound of an approaching bicycle. They broke off the kiss and Steve sighed.

"Shit."

Michelle giggled and gave him one last kiss before Artie came into view. "Later, lover!"

Steve looked up. "Hey, Artie!" Michelle also turned and waved.

"Hi, guys!" Artie replied as he made his way over to them. Michelle got up and gave him a deep, wet kiss when he got there and his face was bright red when she finally released him.

"Where’s Jake and Kristi?" she asked him.

"Jake said they’ll be here in an hour or two. Something about her wanting to get something at the mall . . . I dunno."

Michelle looked over at Steve and he could see the mischievous look in her eye. She addressed Artie, but continued to hold Steve’s gaze. "You say they’re gonna be at least an hour?"

Artie unfolded his towel. "That’s what he said."

She winked at Steve and turned back to Artie. "Hmmm . . . now what could the three of us do for an hour?" She placed a finger on her chin and tried to look pensive, then brightened up. "Hey! I know!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, she turned Artie to face her, gave him a quick kiss, then dropped to her knees, her hands grasping his shorts and pulling them down.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, glancing sheepishly at Steve. His cock was already growing because of her passionate kiss and drooped half erect between his legs.

Steve couldn’t help but look at Artie’s massive tool. Holy shit, Michelle wasn’t kidding! As he watched, she began to stroke it, looking up into his face.

"Hey, what?" she asked, grinning devilishly at him. "Are you shy just because Steve’s here?"

Artie shrugged but made no move to stop her.

Michelle took his hand and pulled him down to his knees, then pushed him back so he was lying on his back on her towel. She continued to stroke his now rock-hard cock, then lowered her head to it and gave it a long, slow lick. Artie gasped and closed his eyes. Michelle turned to Steve, who was watching this transpire with a look of mild amusement. A week ago, this would have seemed wildly unbelievable, but now it was just another day in his life with Angie and Michelle; and now, it would seem, Artie, too.

Michelle licked her lips and wiggled her bikini-clad ass at him. "I wonder what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth and pussy at the same time?" she asked, as if talking to herself.

Steve grinned and moved over to her as she lowered her mouth back to Artie’s raging hard-on and began to suck and lick it. He moved behind her and slowly pulled the skimpy garment over her beautifully curved hips, extracting it from between her wet lips. She lifted one leg at a time so he could remove it without breaking her oral rhythm on Artie. He quickly dropped his shorts and placed the tip of his own stiff prick to her puffy lips. With a muffled "mmmph", she pushed her tiny butt backward and his cock easily slipped into her tight, wet tunnel. He pushed it all the way in, his eyes closing as her tender warmth enveloped him.

He began a slow pumping motion, trying to put the fact that she was sucking on his buddy’s dick out of his mind. Every once in a while she’d release Artie’s cock and moan or tell him how good it felt. They kept this up for a few minutes until Michelle indicated that she wanted to switch.

Steve and Artie exchanged positions, awkwardly trying to avoid any physical or eye contact. Michelle watched them with an amused smile, but said nothing as Steve lay back on the towel. She knelt over him and took his wet cock into her mouth, slurping noisily on it. Artie moved up behind her and pressed his thick meat to her wet pussy.

Steve’s cock had felt great, but this was what she was waiting for. She was more than ready and despite his large size, he easily spread her wide open and pushed half of it into her. She moaned loudly and began to pump back and forth on it. She wanted to see just how much she could handle.

Steve lay back and allowed Michelle to swallow most of his dick. She was getting better at this. Still not up to Angie’s expertise, but definitely improving. He heard her grunting and couldn’t help but look up at Artie’s massive tool pushing into her. She released his cock and lifted her head.

"Oh, fuck! More, baby! Go deeper!"

Steve watched as Artie pushed a little further into Michelle’s tight pussy. She groaned and lowered her head, her hand still caressing Steve’s prick. Her hair brushed across his stomach, tickling him and adding to the sensations her hand and mouth were creating. He longed for her to take him back into her mouth again, but understood why she was a little distracted.

Artie had more than half of his long, thick cock inside her and she craved more. He was already deeper than he had been before, but she was prepared for him this time. There was some pain, true, but it was a good kind of pain! Could she take him all? Only one way to find out!

"More," she gasped, and began to suck furiously on Steve’s cock. Artie slowly fed another inch into her and she cried out, her voice muffled by Steve’s cock. He stopped and began to with draw, but she quickly lifted her head and looked back at him.

"No! Don’t stop! I want it all!" He could see the animalistic look in her eyes. "Fuck me with that monster!" she growled and pushed backward, taking in another inch.

Artie continued to feed his cock into her and her cries grew more and more urgent. He was certain he was hurting her, but if he let up, she would just push back against him. She had abandoned Steve for the time being, concentrating instead on the huge phallus filling her womb. He watched in amazement as his cock slowly disappeared into the tight, wet confines of her tender pussy.

Michelle couldn’t believe she was doing this! Two guys at once, out here in the open, and with ten inches of the biggest cock she’d ever seen buried to the hilt in her! The feeling was incredible! It hurt - hell, yes! But the pain was good, too! It was something she never thought was possible, but she certainly couldn’t deny it! Artie began to withdraw, then pushed back in.

She gasped and lowered her head. She felt the start of an orgasm and soon she was cumming hard on Artie’s huge cock. She jerked and moaned, then lowered her head to Steve’s stomach as she slowly came down, her body tingling and Artie still buried inside her.

Steve’s cock brushed her cheek and she instinctively grasped it and took it into her mouth. Artie began a slow fuck as she alternated sucking on Steve’s cock and crying out as he moved in and out of her ultra-sensitive pussy.

While it was amazing to watch Michelle take all of Artie’s monster cock, Steve was getting more than a little frustrated by the constant interruptions of his blowjob. When she seemed to be taking Artie a little easier, he reached up and placed his hands on her head, holding her in place. She didn’t resist, and even appeared to be trying to swallow more of his cock. He started lifting her head up and down; in effect, fucking her mouth.

Michelle gagged a little as Steve pushed her head up and down on his cock. She really didn’t mind him doing it, and it was actually a bit of a turn-on having him treat her like that. She felt like such a slut - and she loved it! They worked into a bit of a rhythm - when Artie drove in, Steve would lift her head, then push it back down when Artie withdrew. Before long, Steve’s cock was going well into her throat and she could feel his pubic hair tickling her nose.

Artie was moaning louder. "Oh, shit!" he gasped. "I’m gonna cum!"

Michelle tried to lift her head and Steve released her so she could. "Not in my pussy! Pull out and cum on my ass!"

Artie pumped a few more times while Michelle watched, then pulled out his long cock and stroked it a few times before closing his eyes and groaning.

"Arggghh!" he cried as his hot jism splattered all over her creamy ass and halfway up her back. He stroked his cock until he was finished, then sat back on his haunches, breathing deeply.

Steve turned Michelle back to his own little problem and she immediately resumed sucking him off with even more enthusiasm than before. She took him all the way in, willingly fucking him with her mouth. Steve just lay back and enjoyed it. She didn’t need him to move her head anymore. Before long, he felt his cum rising and was soon unloading a huge load into her throat. Michelle murmured contentedly as she swallowed every drop before falling onto the towel next to him, her body tired and aching, but very satisfied.

Steve looked over at Artie and grinned. Artie managed to grin back, then fell backward onto the grass, completely spent. Michelle crawled over to him and began licking and cleaning him off, causing him to moan and twitch.

When she finished, she looked up at him and winked, then jumped up and ran over the bank into the water, leaving her bikini bottoms next to them on the grass. Artie and Steve both watched her go, then flopped back onto the grass, content and exhausted. Finally Artie turned toward Steve, carefully focusing his eyes away from his naked lower extremities.

"Holy shit! Can you believe this?!" he exclaimed, looking up into the hot summer sky and shading his eyes against the sun.

Steve grinned and let out a short laugh. "Yeah, I know. Who would have thought Michelle would ever act like this!" He pulled himself to a sitting position and reached for his shorts. Artie groped around until he located his and began to pull them on. Steve stood up and watched Michelle splashing around in the creek. "You know you can’t tell anyone about this - ever," he said, glancing at Artie as he got up and adjusted his shorts.

"Fuck, no!" he said. "Think of what would happen to Michelle!"

Steve smiled to himself, pleased that Artie’s first thoughts weren’t of himself, but of Michelle and the consequences to her reputation if word got out what she was doing with them. His face remained somber. "Exactly. We don’t want her or Angie to get hurt. So just keep this very hush-hush and we should have a very interesting time at high school!"

Artie nodded and picked up Michelle’s bikini from the grass. "No problem, bud. But if Jake finds out, he’s really gonna be pissed that we didn’t tell him!"

Steve grabbed his arm as he started toward where Michelle was climbing from the creek, momentarily startling him. "Do not - under any circumstances - tell Jake about this!" He locked his eyes on Artie’s until Artie looked away.

"I said I wouldn’t tell anyone," Artie replied, his voice becoming very serious as his eyes once more met Steve’s. "I know how much of a dog Jake is. He’s the last person I would ever tell!" They held each others eyes for a few seconds, then Steve eased his grip on his arm as Michelle strode toward them, wet and naked.

"Sorry, man. I just wanted to make sure," he said quietly as he released Artie. Artie nodded understandingly and passed Michelle her bikini. She watched the two of them while she dressed, wondering why they were being so quiet.

"Are you guys ok?" she asked, fearing jealousy may have reared its ugly head.

"Sure," Artie said with a shrug, then gave her a quick kiss as she retied her top on. She looked over at Steve, who merely shrugged and offered a slight smile.

"No problem," he said. "We were just discussing the importance of keeping this arrangement confidential." Artie nodded in agreement. Michelle breathed a silent sigh of relief. She was afraid she may have gone too far doing both of them at once, but they apparently had no problems sharing her. Things would be better when Angie got back.

"When’s Angie coming back?" she asked Steve.

He shrugged and sat down cross-legged on the towel, pulling his stash from his backpack. "I’m not sure," he replied as he sprinkled some weed on a paper and began the meticulous task of rolling a perfect joint. The others watched silently until he was satisfied and stuck it between his lips.

"I hope it isn’t too much longer," Michelle said, leaning in to light it. "I really miss her."

Steve took a long toke, squinting as the smoke swirled around his eyes, and passed the joint to Michelle. He nodded, then exhaled. "Yeah, me too," he said sadly. He thought back to the day she’d left and how they didn’t get to say a proper goodbye. Was it only four days ago? It seemed much longer.

Chapter 30

Three days later, Angie was excitedly tossing some clothes into her suitcase. Her and her mother were going back to Mason to do some house hunting. Her father would be busy wrapping up his business affairs in Williamstown so when her mother asked if she wanted to come along, she jumped at the chance. They would be staying at Steve’s house again and she couldn’t wait to get him alone!

They had only spoken once on the phone, two days ago, and at that time she didn’t know they would be coming back. She decided not to call him, hoping to surprise him.

They finished packing the van and left for Mason before dawn the next morning. It was a nine hour drive and Angie managed to sleep for a few hours, but it felt like the longest trip she’d ever taken. She thought about her and Steve’s last love-making session and how beautiful it had been. Michelle also occupied her thoughts and she hoped the three of them could get together for some fun as well.

It was almost four in the afternoon when they finally arrived at the O’Connell’s and Angie could barely wait until her mother stopped the van before jumping out.

"Hey! Take something in with you!" her mother called as she got out. Angie was halfway to the door and turned around, trotting over to the back of the van as her mother opened the back door.

"Sorry, Mom. I’m just anxious to see Steve and Michelle," she said as she lifted a suitcase.

"There’ll be plenty of time to hang out with your friends," she replied, picking up her own luggage.

Just then, the door of the house opened and Karen came out to greet them.

"Hey! You guys made good time!" she exclaimed, giving Cathy a warm hug and smiling at Angie.

"Sorry to impose on you like this," Cathy began as they started toward the house.

Karen laughed. "You’re not imposing! Remember, I insisted you stay with us. You’re pretty much family and you’re not staying in a hotel!"

Angie looked over at Karen. "Is Steve home?"

Karen shook her head. "He’s at work. He gets off at five." She held open the door so they could go inside. "I know he’ll be happy to see you!" she added with a little smile. Angie lowered her eyes and followed her mother inside, wondering if she suspected what Karen already knew about her and Steve.

She carried her bags downstairs and to the room she’d stayed in on her last visit. As she unpacked, her mind once more drifted back to the wonderful times her, Steve, and Michelle had shared here. She was getting wet just thinking about it. Come hell or high water, she and Steve were sleeping together tonight!

She finished unpacking and went upstairs to where Karen and Cathy were chatting over coffee in the kitchen. She sat down at the table and glanced up at the clock. It was four-forty-five. Steve would be here in less than half an hour.

"Angie? Did you hear me?"

Startled, she looked over at her mother, who was eyeing her.

"Huh? I’m sorry, Mom. I guess I was day-dreaming."

Karen grinned knowingly, but said nothing.

"I was asking if you wanted to come with me to look at houses tomorrow," Cathy asked, taking another sip from her cup.

"Uh, sure, I guess," she replied, then looked over at Karen. "Is Steve working tomorrow?"

Karen smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow afternoon, I think. But I could be wrong. You’ll have to ask him."

Cathy watched this exchange with interest, wondering why her daughter was so preoccupied with Steve. The look on Karen’s face told her she knew something about it and made a mental note to ask her about it.

The subject changed to the houses they were looking at and what neighborhoods they were in. Angie was half listening to them, but her real attention was focused on the clock. Only ten more minutes.

At five past five, she excused herself and went back downstairs, claiming it was hot and she was going to watch some TV. The women watched her go, then Cathy looked at Karen.

"Is there something going on with our kids I should know about?" she asked. "Angie has been moping around the house ever since we got home."

Karen finished her coffee before replying. "You mean she hasn’t said anything?" She took Cathy’s empty cup and went over to get them a refill.

"No," Cathy said slowly. "But I have my suspicions."

Karen sat back down, sliding Cathy’s cup across the table. She nodded. "Yeah, they’re dating. I suspected it right away. I guess boys are a little easier to read than girls when it comes to this sort of thing."

Cathy sighed. "Well, at least she picked a good kid." She took a sip and sat thinking for a moment. "Just how serious do you think it is? Should they be sleeping next door ro one another in the basement?"

Karen pursed her lips. She was pretty sure Angie and Steve had already had sex, but wasn’t sure how to tell Cathy; or if she should even tell her at all.

"I think," she began, her eyes moving from her cup up to Cathy. "That if they want to have sex, they’re going to, no matter what we do. Short of locking in their rooms, that is." Cathy’s face took on a worried expression and Karen reached out and took her hand. "Look, Cathy, they’re teenagers. You were young once. All we can do is warn them of the consequences. If they’re going to do it, they’ll do it." She paused, then added, "I already spoke to Steve about it when I first suspected they had hooked up. I . . . gave him some condoms, just in case."

Cathy’s eyes grew wide and her jaw dropped. "You did what?!"

"I figured it was the right thing to do. At least they’d be protected!" Cathy closed her mouth but continued to stare at her friend. Karen managed a smile. "And from the expression on Steve’s face, I think he was more scared than anxious!"

Cathy continued to stare, but she finally let out a sigh. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I just couldn’t imagine my mother giving me condoms and telling me to be careful." She smiled wanly at Karen. "It’s just so much more nerve-wracking with a daughter."

Karen patted her hand. "They’re good kids, Cathy. They’ll do the right thing."

They were interrupted by the door opening. Steve came in and dropped his backpack on the floor. He looked up at Cathy and Karen.

"Hi!" His surprise at seeing Cathy there was evident. Karen hadn’t told him they were coming. She wanted to see the look of surprise on his face. He looked from Cathy to his mother. "I didn’t know you were coming back so soon," he said to Cathy as he got a glass of water and drank it in one long drink.

Cathy glanced over at Karen, then studied Steve in a different light. She could see how Angie would be attracted to him. He was quite good-looking and had a lean, well-toned body. He finished his water and turned around. Cathy averted her eyes back to her coffee, embarrassed that she was thinking about her friend’s teenage son in that way.

"We came to look at houses," Cathy said before taking a quick sip.

Steve looked around. "Did . . . Angie come with you?" He tried to sound casual, but both women could sense his hopefulness.

Karen smiled and nodded toward the basement stairs. "She’s downstairs."

Steve looked toward the stairs, then very carefully set his empty glass on the counter. He was trying to act nonchalant, but he was doing a poor job.

"Oh, ok," he said. "I think I’ll go take a shower before supper." He went over to the steps and, with a quick glance at the two women, disappeared around the corner. They could hear his thumping footsteps as he practically ran down the stairs. Karen couldn’t control herself any longer and burst out laughing, covering her mouth so Steve wouldn’t hear her. Cathy’s face also broke out into a wide grin.

"Did you see the look on his face?" Karen asked between chuckles. "He was trying to act so cool!"

Cathy grinned and allowed herself a small chuckle. Karen was right, Steve was a good kid, and so was Angie. She just wasn’t sure she was ready for her little girl to grow up.

Steve nearly tripped over his own feet as he stumbled down the stairs to the basement. He reached the bottom in one piece and looked around. The room was empty. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened and Angie stood there, looking so beautiful he wanted to take her into his room and make passionate love to her right then and there. To hell with their mothers in the kitchen. He was in love!

Angie’s eyes locked on his and a wide smile spread across her face. Her eyes sparkled as she ran over to him, leaping up and wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. They kissed long and hard, holding each other tightly. Angie started to move her hips, grinding her pussy against his already stiffening cock. They broke off the kiss and Angie hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder and continuing her warm embrace.

"I missed you so much!" she breathed into his ear.

"I missed you, too, baby!" he replied, his hands caressing her back. They kissed again, then Cathy’s voice from the top of the stairs broke the spell.

"Angie! Could come up and help me finish unloading the van, please?"

She let her legs drop to the floor, but continued to hold him with her arms. "I’ll be right back," she told him. With a final kiss, she released his neck and went over to the steps, looking back until she couldn’t see him anymore. He sighed and pulled off his shirt, then his shorts. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, wondering when he and Angie would be able to make love again.

When he came out of the shower ten minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist, he expected Angie to be waiting in the rec room. But she wasn’t there. He went into his room and slipped into a pair of shorts and t-shirt, combed his hair, and went upstairs.

Angie, Karen, and Cathy were in the kitchen, setting the table and doing the final preparations for dinner. Alan arrived home from work a few minutes later and greeted Cathy with a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. They all sat down to eat and talked about the Delaney’s estimated moving date and whether they would be moved in time for Angie to start school in another month.

Cathy frowned. "I don’t know. It depends on if we find the right house and can get a quick closing. That’s asking a lot and I don’t want to settle for a place that isn’t what we want just to move in quicker."

Alan swallowed a mouthful, then said, "You could always rent an apartment for a month or two."

Cathy nodded. "That’s what we’re thinking we’ll do. It would be hard for Angie to change schools after only a month or two."

Steve spoke up. "She could always stay here."

Everyone turned to him and he felt a little embarrassed to be the center of attention. Angie sensed his discomfort and came to his rescue.

"That would be fine with me," she said, trying to sound casual.

Cathy turned to her. "I’m sure it would, dear, but it’s not nice to ask to move in with someone."

"I have no problem with that," Karen said, glancing over at Steve’s father. Alan nodded.

"Sure. Angie’s just like family, anyway." He grinned and gave her a wink. "The daughter we never had."

Angie giggled and lowered her eyes, then looked over at her mother. "Could I, Mom? I wouldn’t even have to go back to Williamstown with you. All my stuff is already packed except what I brought with me."

Cathy laid down her fork and fixed Angie with a hard look. "Angie . . ."

Karen interrupted her. "It’s ok, Cathy. It’s up to you and Mark, but if she wants to stay, that’s fine with us."

Angie could feel her mother starting to give in. "Please, Mom? I’m starting to make friends here and it’s hard leaving them to go back home and have to say goodbye to everyone there all over again!"

Cathy sighed. "Let me talk to your father about it." Angie grinned. "But that doesn’t mean I’m saying yes. We have to have a little talk first." She glanced over at Steve, who ducked his head and concentrated on his dinner.

Alan caught the exchange and looked over at Karen with a questioning look on his face. She mouthed, ‘later’, and went back to eating.

The rest of the meal was relatively quiet, with only a smattering of conversation. Angie could hardly contain herself. She had to convince her parents to let her stay! Just the thought of being separated from Steve again was almost unbearable!

When dinner was finished, Steve and Angie volunteered to clean up and their parents retired to the living room. Steve glanced over his shoulder as they stood at the sink doing the dishes, then whispered to Angie, "Do you think they’ll say yes?"

She smiled and their hands touched as he passed her a plate to dry. "They have to. I don’t want to be apart from you again. Or Michelle."

He nodded and began thinking about Michelle and Artie. He hadn’t had the chance to tell Angie about the addition to their little group and although he didn’t know exactly how to tell her, he knew it had to be done soon.

"Why don’t we call Michelle and ask her to come over tonight?" he said as he passed another plate to her.

She nodded. "Yeah, good idea. I can’t wait to see her again." She gave him a quick sideways glance then nudged him. "Did you two get together while I was gone?"

He looked over at her, expecting an accusing stare, but her eyes twinkled and she had a mischievous grin on her face. He felt his face getting hot.

"Aha! Looks like you did!" she whispered, shoving him sideways with her hip.

He grinned and looked embarrassed. "Yeah, we did. But really only once. We were, uh, interrupted the first time we tried."

She looked up at him as she hung the dish towel on the rack. "Oh?" She looked toward the living room to make sure they weren’t overheard, then leaned in closer. "What happened?"

Steve took a deep breath. "It’s kind of a long story," he said, looking toward the living room. "Why don’t we wait for Michelle and we can both explain it to you."

Angie gave him a questioning look, but figured he had his reasons. "Ok. What’s her number? I’ll give her a call now." Steve recited the number. She dialed it, spoke to Michelle’s mother for a moment, then waited for Michelle to come on the line.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Michelle. It’s Angie."

"Angie!" Her enthusiasm was evident in her voice. "How are you? Are you back in town?"

"Yeah, we just got here."

"Cool! Are you here for good?"

"That’s kind of up the air right now," she replied. "But we’re hopeful. Listen, any chance you could come over tonight? I’d love to see you again." She looked up at Steve and added, "And Steve tells me you and him have something to tell me, but he won’t say what."

The line was silent for a few seconds, then Michelle said, "Uh, yeah, I think I can come over. What time?"

"As soon as possible," she replied. "I’m dying to know what you need to tell me."

"All right. Give me a few minutes and I’ll be right over."

They said goodbye and Angie hung up the phone. Steve went over to the living room where his parents and Cathy were having a lively discussion about some vacation they’d once taken together.

"We’re all done out here," he said. "We’re going downstairs to watch TV. Michelle’s coming over in a bit so we’ll get the door."

"Ok, honey," his mother said and watched as he disappeared back into the kitchen. She looked over at Cathy. "At least they’ll behave with Michelle there," she said with a smile.

Alan gave her a curious look and she told him they were seeing each other. Instead of looking concerned, he sat back on the couch, smiling to himself. Steve had caught him a good one!

Cathy nodded, feeling a little relieved. She knew there was nothing she could do to prevent them from having sex, but she had to try.

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Steve and Angie went downstairs and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV, but a few seconds later they were in a tight embrace, making out. He felt Angie’s hand move to his crotch and begin to rub his semi-hard cock over his shorts. He sighed and moved his hand under her t-shirt and began to tease her breasts. To his disappointment, she was wearing a bra, but it still felt great just to be touching her again.

Fifteen minutes passed and Angie had him almost ready to cum in his shorts when they heard the soft knock on the back door. With reluctance, she removed her hand from his throbbing organ and stood up.

"That must be Michelle."

He was a little disappointed that she stopped her wonderful caress, but he also knew that they had already gone a little further than they should have with their parents upstairs and Michelle on her way over. She turned to go answer the door and Steve couldn’t help reaching out and giving her ass a little pinch over her tight jeans. She jumped and let out a little yelp.

"Stop that!" she cried, giving him a stern warning look as she went over to the stairs. But her eyes were smiling and he knew she was only teasing.

She opened the door and greeted Michelle with a warm hug. "Hi! Come on in!"

They went down the stairs, Angie leading the way and holding her hand. As soon as they reached the bottom, Angie spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. She moved in and planted a big, wet kiss on her lips, startling Michelle because it happened so quickly. After she recovered from her shock, she put her arms around Angie’s neck and returned the kiss hungrily. Angie moved her hand under Michelle’s short halter top and up to her bare breast, squeezing it until she let out a little gasp.

Steve sat on the couch, watching all this take place. He felt his already hard dick suddenly go to full alert as he watched his girlfriend making out with his other girlfriend only ten feet from where he was sitting. He thought he was going to explode right then and there! He wondered again how one guy could be so lucky!

The girls finally pulled apart and Angie led Michelle over to where he sat.

"Hi, Michelle," he said, planting a long lingering kiss on her soft lips, wet from her kiss with Angie.

"Hi," she breathed when he released her. She looked over at Angie, who took a seat on the other side of Steve. "Wow, that was some greeting!"

Angie took her hand and looked into her eyes. "I really missed you."

Michelle smiled at the sexy blonde. "I can tell!" Then her face became more solemn. "And I missed you, too. A lot!"

Angie looked at Steve. She had to know what they wanted to tell her and didn’t waste any time. "Steve tells me you two were interrupted when you tried to make out, but he didn’t elaborate." Michelle took in a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah, that’s something we need to talk about," she said, glancing at Steve.

He took the hint and started the story. "We were in the creek. Jake, Artie, and Kristi were up on the bank, but they couldn’t see us. So we began to fool around a little. You know, fondling, kissing."

Michelle interjected. "We weren’t doing it."

Steve nodded. "No, but when Michelle looked up, Artie was standing on the bank watching us. Jake and Kristi went off to make out and he . . ."

Angie held up a hand. "Wait a minute, did you say Jake and Kristi were making out?"

Michelle answered. "Oh yeah, that happened after you left. They’re sort of dating, I guess."

Steve nodded in agreement. "Yeah. They haven’t been around much lately." He paused. "Anyway, like I was saying, Artie saw us fooling around in the water and got real pissed. He was mad at me for cheating on you and mad at Michelle because she was supposed to be your friend."

Michelle smiled. "It was really sweet of him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him stand up for someone like that before. He must really like you, Angie!"

Angie nodded, her mind already working. "So, you told him about us?"

Steve and Michelle exchanged a look, then Michelle nodded. "We had to. He was acting like he was going make a huge deal of it. We didn’t want Jake or Kristi to notice the way he was acting and get it out of him. We couldn’t see any other way out of it."

Angie nodded. "Yeah, I see what you mean. Do you think he’ll keep quiet about it?"

Steve took over. "He said he wouldn’t tell anyone and I don’t think he ever would have done it purposefully. The problem is, Artie isn’t known for keeping secrets. He has good intentions, but somehow he always seems to spill the beans."

Michelle spoke next. "So we came up with a way to give him a little incentive to keep quiet."

Angie waited, but neither spoke. "What did you do?"

Michelle took a deep breath. "I told Steve to make some excuse to leave, then I fucked him."

Angie’s mouth dropped open. "Y . . . you did what?!"

Michelle shrugged. "I sucked his cock, then fucked him."

Angie moved her attention to Steve. "And you agreed to this?"

He sighed and nodded. "We figured the best way to keep Artie quiet was to ask him to join our little club. Think about it: he’s never even had a girlfriend before, let alone had sex. Suddenly, he has access to two beautiful girls who want to have sex with him. Do you think he’s going to do or say anything to screw that up?"

Angie continued to stare at them in stunned silence, but she was beginning to see the logic in their decision. It was unfortunate, but it did make sense.

Michelle leaned over and grinned at Angie. "And Artie has been keeping a little secret of his own!" She held up her hands about ten inches apart. At first Angie didn’t grasp what she was trying to say, but when she nodded toward Steve’s package, Angie’s eyes grew wide. She grinned at Michelle, her eyes wide and sparkling.

"Are you serious?"

Michelle nodded, still grinning. "You know the guys in the pornos? Well, Artie can put more than a few of them to shame. The first time we did it, I couldn’t even take half of him!"

Angie leaned back, still hardly believing what they were saying. If this was true, she would have the opportunity to fuck a cock of mythical proportions! She thought about this, then looked back at Michelle.

"You said the first time you fucked him. How many times have you two done it?"

"Well, there was that first time, then a few days later . . ." She looked at Steve. ". . .when we all kind of hooked up."

Angie felt a grin spreading across her face. "You did both of them at once?"

Michelle nodded, relieved that she wasn’t upset about her fucking her boyfriend when she wasn’t around. Even though they had her ok to do it, she still wondered how she would feel after the fact.

"That must have been awesome!" Angie mused. "Did you take any more of Artie’s cock into you?"

Michelle grinned and nodded. "I took all of it! Hurt like hell at first, but afterward - wow!"

Angie stared at her in disbelief. Was this the same girl who had been a virgin only a couple of weeks ago, completely naive about any aspect of sex? Now she was doing two guys at once and taking all of a ten inch cock! From virgin to nympho almost overnight!

She shook her head and chuckled. "Well, I can’t wait to meet the real Artie!" She caught Steve giving her a funny look and leaned in to kiss him, her hand moving to his crotch. "Don’t get me wrong, lover. I love it when you fuck me with that big stick of yours, but there are some things a girl just has to try!"

He smiled at her. He knew he couldn’t compare to Artie in the dick department. Very few guys could. But she loved him and he was happy with that. Then a thought came to him.

"Wait a minute. Before you left, you told me you had something new you wanted to try when you got back. Can you let us know now what it is?"

Angie grinned and shook her head. "All in good time, but I will tell you this: I’m certain you’re gonna like it!" They tried to get more out of her, but she was adamant.

"I want it to be a surprise. You’re going to have to be patient!"

They pouted for a few minutes, then began to make out. They took turns kissing while the one who wasn’t involved amused themself by fondling and caressing the others. It worked out good and they were getting pretty worked up when Steve heard the tell-tale squeak of the kitchen floor. He knew the sound well. It meant someone was going across the kitchen to the basement stairs.

"Someone’s coming!" he whispered. Immediately, Michelle and Angie broke off their kiss, smoothed their clothes and hair, and were sitting on either side of Steve watching TV when Cathy and Karen came downstairs.

"Don’t let us interrupt, kids. We just need to get some things out of the freezer," Karen said as they walked past and into the storage room where the freezer was located. The three teens sat on the couch watching the movie and joking about the campy plot. Angie and Michelle seemed to be having a great time, laughing and giggling like they’d been friends for years.

When they came back into the rec room, Karen was carrying a frozen chicken and Cathy had a bag of frozen corn. "Don’t stay up too late, now," Karen said with a smile as they passed by and started up the stairs.

Chapter 31

Cathy and Karen climbed the stairs to the kitchen and Karen opened the freezer, tossing the chicken and the corn into it. They really didn’t have to be taken out until tomorrow. Cathy had wanted to check on the kids without looking too obvious and Karen had come up with the idea.

But something seemed off to her. Angie and Steve were definitely an item. He had confirmed that himself. But she had seen him and Michelle kissing in the back yard. Yet Michelle and Angie appeared to be becoming the very best of friends. Even she could feel the sexual tension between Steve and Michelle. How could Angie not?

Her and Cathy went back into the living room where Alan was sitting watching TV. "Everything all right down there?" he asked.

"Yup. Everyone’s behaving," Karen said, dropping to the couch beside him and patting his leg. She winked at Cathy. "Either the orgy was a real quick one or it hasn’t started yet!" Cathy gave her an unsettled smile. Maybe that wasn’t the best joke she could have told.

"Cathy, they’ll be fine. Like I said, they won’t do anything as long as Michelle’s there and after that, what are you going to do? Watch her all the time?"

Cathy sighed and shook her head. "You’re right. I’m sorry. I can’t help worrying."

"How about a glass of wine?" Alan asked, getting to his feet. "I know I could use one." Both women agreed and soon they were sitting there talking while sipping glasses of red wine. Cathy was still worried, but decided that Angie was growing up and she had to start trusting her to make her own decisions.

Meanwhile, something still nagged at Karen. It was like there was something she was missing that was right in front of her face. Angie was only sixteen, true, but she had to be sensing something between Steve and Michelle. It was almost like she knew and didn’t care. She tipped the glass to her lips and froze as a new and frightening thought occurred to her.

No, they couldn’t be! They were only kids! But her instincts told her otherwise. It was the only thing that explained her nagging feeling. Could it be that Angie and Michelle were somehow sharing Steve openly and willingly? If so, this could present a whole new set of problems; and she had no idea how to approach Steve about it. This would require some thought, and a lot more investigation.

Chapter 32

Around eleven-thirty, Michelle stood up and stretched. She was wearing a halter top and a short pleated skirt and when she stretched, her skirt lifted up so Steve and Angie had a clear view of her white cotton panties under it. Angie let out a low whistle and grinned.

Michelle smiled down at her and leaned over to kiss them both. She straightened back up.

"I have to go. I told Mom I’d be home before midnight."

Angie and Steve got to their feet. "So when do we get together with Artie?" Angie asked. She hadn’t been able to get the picture of geeky little Artie sporting a ten inch hardon out of her mind all night.

Michelle shrugged. "I’ll give him a call in the morning. I think he said his parents work all day so maybe we could go over to his place."

Steve nodded. "Yeah, they do. They don’t even come home for lunch. He has the house to himself from seven am to almost six o’clock."

Angie smiled seductively and bit her lip. "That sounds perfect. Call me as soon as you talk to him, ok?"

Michelle said she would and they walked her to the door. Taking a quick glance into the kitchen, Angie gave her another quick kiss. Steve did, too, and they watched her walk down the driveway and onto the sidewalk before closing the door.

"I’m thirsty," Angie said, a little louder than she needed to. She went up into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water, then stood by the sink drinking it. Steve came up and watched her, wondering why she was standing here. The house was quiet. Their parents must have gone to bed already. Then he realized that was what she was doing - checking to see if everyone was asleep.

She finished her water, then placed the glass in the sink and snuck over to peer into the living room. It was dark and empty. She listened for a moment, then crept back over to where Steve waited. She took his hand and they made their way downstairs.

When they reached the rec room, he took her in his arms and gave her a very wet and passionate kiss. Angie returned it, pushing her tongue into his mouth. After a moment she pushed him away and in a breathless whisper said, "We better go to bed."

Steve grinned. "Your room or mine?"

Angie giggled and shoved him back. "I’m going in my room and you’re going in yours!"

Steve was puzzled. He was hoping they’d be having sex tonight and when she checked on their parents, he was certain that was the reason. Why else would she have done it?

She glanced up the dark stairs, then looked back at him. "I know my mother," she whispered. "Now that she knows we’re more than friends, she won’t be able to sleep until she sneaks down to make sure we’re each in our own bed." She pushed him toward his room. "So go to bed. I’ll be in later!"

Reluctantly, Steve backed into his room. Angie waved her hands in a ‘shoo’ gesture and he closed the door and sighed. He had been waiting for this all night and now it seemed he had to wait a while longer. He undressed and climbed into bed nude. At least when Angie did come in, he’d be ready!

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Angie hated to send Steve to his room. She wanted him so bad! But she was certain her mother would be down within the hour and was determined to wait her out. She changed into her pajamas and got into bed. The alarm clock on the night-stand said eleven-fifty-one. She reached over and set the alarm for two am, just in case she fell asleep. Then she lay back and closed her eyes, waiting for the creak of footsteps on the kitchen floor.

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Cathy lay in her bed upstairs, wide awake. She had heard Angie and Steve in the kitchen and suspected they were checking to see if anyone was still up. She looked over at her clock. Just after one am. She knew she should trust her daughter, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she checked on her. She flipped the covers back and slipped her cotton robe over her shiny gray satin nightgown, then quietly opened her door and crept down the hall into the kitchen and over to the basement stairs. As quietly as she could, she made her way down to the rec room and over to Angie’s nearly closed door. She listened at it for a moment and heard only the steady breathing of a person who was sound asleep.

Carefully, she pushed the door open and peered in. The room was dark, but a little light from a streetlight filtered in through the window curtains. She could see Angie’s blonde hair on the pillow. She was lying on her side, facing the other way, and she was alone. There was no tell-tale scent of sex in the air and all seemed normal. She gently pulled the door closed again and moved over to Steve’s room.

She listened for a moment and heard steady, rhythmic breathing. She slowly pushed his door open and saw him lying on the bed, the sheets down around his waist. He was lying on his back and she could just make out his rising and falling chest in the dim light. She pulled his door closed and slipped back upstairs, satisfied that her daughter was safe for the night anyway.

She reached her room and went in, taking off her robe. She turned on the lamp and stood before the full length mirror in her pretty satin nightgown. For a woman of thirty-five, she still had a very nice body. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders. It was a little shorter that Angie’s, but looked great on her. Her slender figure was something she worked hard to keep, walking three miles a day and working out three days a week at the gym. As a result of that and trying to eat properly, she figured she had the body of a woman ten years younger. Her breasts did sag a little more than they used to, but were quite perky for woman her age, and were still two of her husband’s favorite playthings. She picked up her brush and ran it through her hair a few times, trying to resolve her feelings about Angie and Steve.

Chapter 33

Karen and Alan were lying in bed. He wore his boxers, while Karen was wearing her panties and a little night shirt that barely fell past her breasts. He was on his back and she was lying partially on top of him. They were kissing passionately, the prelude to a night of love-making. She kissed her way down his chest , her hands caressing his skin. When she reached his boxers, she kissed the bulge that was starting to form in them, then worked them down and off. His hard cock sprang up, ready and waiting for her.

She looked down at her naked husband and smiled. Even after seventeen years of marriage, she was still madly in love with him and adored his body. She pulled off her shirt and her beautiful, full breasts bounced free before settling onto her chest. He grinned at her and she lowered her head to his chest, resuming her kisses. When she reached his pubic area, she grasped his hard cock in one hand and began to stroke it, watching his face. He sighed and smiled softly.

She moved her head down and licked along the side of his seven inch cock. This brought a small gasp from him and she continued to lick his shaft, then down to his balls, sucking each of them into her mouth and gently working it over . He groaned in pleasure. When she moved back to his shaft, she once again licked up one side, then the other. Then she slipped her full lips over the soft skin of the tip and took him deep into her mouth.

Alan moaned louder and raised his hips slightly. Karen began to move up and down, slurping noisily and loving the little sounds of satisfaction he was making.

A light knock on the door interrupted them and she popped her mouth from him and slid up to her pillow, pulling the covers over them as she did.

"Yes?" she called out softly when she was sure nothing was exposed.

The door opened and Cathy stood there wearing her slinky nightgown. She stepped into the room and closed the door before turning around to face them.

No one moved or spoke for a second, then Karen grinned at her and threw the covers back. "It’s about time! We were starting to think you weren’t coming!"

Cathy smiled and slipped one strap from her shoulder, then the other. Her nightgown shimmered as it dropped from her beautiful body and landed in a crumpled heap at her feet. She stepped out of it completely naked, went over to the bed, and crawled in next to Alan.

"Too bad Mark couldn’t come, too," Karen said as she leaned over her husband to kiss her best friend.

Cathy smiled and nodded. "Yeah, but soon we’ll be able to get together all the time, just like we used to!" She kissed Alan, then looked down at his hard member and grinned at Karen. "Mind if I take a turn?"

Chapter 34

Angie waited until her mother had enough time to go back up and get into bed before she flung off the covers. She glanced at the clock. One-thirty. Not too late. They would have plenty of time. She turned off the alarm and threw one of the pillows under the covers, then bunched them so at a quick glance, it sort of looked like someone was still in the bed. Not a perfect solution, but it couldn’t hurt.

She pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off and unbuttoned the top three buttons of her top, revealing a good portion of her breasts. With a final check in the mirror, she turned off the lamp and opened her door, peering out into the gloom of the dark rec room.

All was quiet, so she stepped out and pulled her door back to where it was, just in case her mother made another bed check. It wasn’t likely, but it never hurt to be careful. She went over to Steve’s door and slowly pushed it open, then slipped inside. He was asleep - there was no faking snoring like that!

She went over to his night stand and turned on the lamp, lighting the room softly. She gazed down at his sleeping form. The covers were down to his waist and one leg stuck out. Her eyes drifted below his waist and she smiled when she saw the little tent poking the covers up. She checked to make sure he was still asleep, then went over and began to lower the covers, lifting them away from his erect cock.

When she had him completely exposed, she removed her top and carefully climbed into the bed on her hands and knees. She didn’t want to wake him up; not yet. She moved slowly and was able to position herself so that she could take him into her mouth.

She watched him sleep for a few seconds, her eyes drifting over his naked body and finally settling on his hard cock. She leaned in and breathed his aroma deeply, then opened her mouth and slipped his cock into it, sucking hard as she did.

Steve moaned and rolled his head from side to side, but didn’t wake up. Angie began to move up and down on him, using her tongue to tease his sensitive head, but he still didn’t wake up. She popped it from her lips and looked at him. He was one sound sleeper!

She decided to try a different approach. Still moving carefully, but not so concerned with waking him, she lifted one leg over his torso and poised her now dripping pussy over the tip of his hard cock. If this didn’t wake him up . . .

She lowered herself until his tip pressed into her swollen lips, then lower. She felt his cock slip easily into her moist tunnel and she slowly lowered herself until he was completely inside her. Fuck, he felt good!

She was watching his face when she started, but closed her eyes as the final few inches penetrated her. When she opened them again, Steve was looking up at her, a sleepy smile on his face.

"Hi!" she whispered and leaned over to kiss him, her nipple brushing the skin of his chest.

"Hi," he replied with a soft intake of breath as his cock shifted inside her when she bent over to kiss him. She began to move her body back and forth in a rocking motion, rubbing her clit against him. She kissed him again and his hand went around her back, holding her tightly. Her hips continued their sensual movement, her torso undulating as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.

She pulled her lips from his and let out a little cry. He noticed that her breathing was becoming shallow and recognized it as a sign of her impending climax. She sat up, resting her hands on his chest and continuing to move her hips back and forth. His hands went to her breasts and she closed her eyes, sighing as his fingers teased her hard nipples. She started moving faster, then lifted herself up a few inches before dropping back down on him.

He released her wonderful tits and placed both hands on her hips. She continued to move up and down on him, slamming his cock all the way in each time. Steve helped her by lifting her and pushing her back down again. Angie moaned and increased her tempo. She was so close!

Steve slid his hands up to her back and pulled her down to kiss her again. When their lips touched, Angie felt herself letting go and suddenly pulled her head up, her mouth open and neck muscles straining.

Steve recognized that she was having a very intense orgasm and stopped his thrusts, allowing her to fully enjoy the sensations. He felt her pussy gripping and releasing his cock over and over. She was throwing her head up and down as each wave washed through her. Her long, golden hair flew back, then fell over his chest, tickling his skin. Then she froze for a few seconds before collapsing to his chest, panting for breath.

He held her to him without moving his cock, knowing she became very sensitive to the slightest touch after cumming. She didn’t move for a long time while her hot pussy enveloped him. She shifted slightly, bringing a gasp from her lips and a shudder from her charged body. Finally she lifted her head from his shoulder and smiled down at him, a dreamy and contented look on her face.

"Oh, wow! Did I ever miss that!" she exclaimed, planting a quick kiss on his lips. She moved her body up and realized that he was still very hard. "You didn’t cum?"

He shook his head. "I was too busy watching you," he replied. He didn’t say anything else, but this was kind of new to him, too. Usually he had to fight the urge to cum almost from the time he entered her, and after being apart for so long he expected it to be a short session tonight. But for some unknown reason he didn’t feel so sensitive. Maybe it was because he was tired, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he felt like he could pound her for hours! It still felt great, but the urge to cum wasn’t so strong and he found could easily control it.

He and Angie lay together for a few moments, then she lifted her head and grinned at him. "I could stay like this all night," she whispered. "But you need to cum!" With that, she extracted herself from his hard member and rolled onto her back, her legs wide apart. "Please fuck me again, Steve?"

He looked over at the gorgeous blonde who had just begged him to fuck her and a grin spread across his face. He got up, grabbed her ankles, and pulled her over so her ass was lying at the very edge of the mattress. She was still a little low, so he lifted her by her legs, draping them across his forearms. This lifted her ass from the bed and placed her opening pretty much level with his waiting cock.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "Fuck me!"

He didn’t give her a chance to ask again. He adjusted her legs on his arms, then placed his cock at her swollen lips, and plunged all the way in. Angie gasped as she was once again filled with his manhood, then began to rock her pelvis against his. Steve puled out a bit, then drove back in, causing her to cry out. He continued to drive in and out of her, pulling her body to his as he thrust forward. Their skin slapped together in a steadily increasing rhythm as their speed increased. Soon they were moving so fast that their motions were blurred and the slapping was practically non-stop.

Angie lay back and reveled in the serious fucking Steve was giving her. He had never had this much stamina before and she hoped it wasn’t a one-time thing! A girl could get used to this! She wondered briefly if anyone else in the house could hear them because to her it sounded like they were making enough noise to wake the neighbors! She didn’t give it much thought though. If they got caught, they got caught. This felt too good to stop!

She was feeling the start of another orgasm and closed her eyes, waiting for it to explode within her. Then Steve suddenly slowed and pulled out. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, about to ask why he was stopping. He grabbed her thighs and flipped her over onto her stomach, then pulled her ass up in the air.

"Oh, yeah!" she panted, pushing her ass toward him.

He placed one foot up on the bed beside her and aimed his cock at her pussy. When it touched her lips, he grasped her waist and pulled her back while pushing forward. Angie buried her face in the pillow and cried out as his cock slid all the way into her. He pushed in and out a few times, getting used to the new position, then began his jackhammer-like thrusts. She could feel his heavy balls slapping her pussy every time he slammed into her, increasing her own enjoyment.

The orgasm that had been starting before they change positions quickly resumed its intensity, and in just a few minutes she had her face buried in the pillow again, trying to muffle her cries. She lifted her face and turned to look back at him.

"Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum again!" She dropped her face back into the pillow as Steve increased his thrusts a little more. She felt her body start to tingle, then an almost numbing sensation swept through her just before her second powerful orgasm crashed through her trembling body. She screamed into the pillow, letting all of her emotions out as her body tensed and shook from the force of her orgasm.

Steve drove all the way into her just as her pussy clamped down harder than it ever had before on him, trapping him inside her. He felt her powerful vaginal muscles rippling over his shaft, as if trying to milk the cum from him. He was getting closer and thought he might cum with her, but he could still stop himself. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing if they’d both cum at the same time, but he was curious to see just how long he could go. He felt like a porn star! They had been going at it pretty hard for over half an hour!

He felt Angie relax a little but he didn’t move, allowing her to come down from her orgasmic high a little more. Finally she lifted her head from the pillow and looked back at him. She gave him a look of complete satisfaction, her eyes half closed and a contented smile on her face.

"H . . . holy shit, Steve! What are you doing to me!?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

He grinned and wiped the sweat from his brow. It had been dripping in his face while he was pounding her and it stung his eyes. "Are you ok?" he asked breathlessly.

She nodded. "If you’re trying to kill me with pleasure, you came very close!"

He chuckled and she felt his cock move inside her. He was still hard! She gave him a questioning look. "You still didn’t cum?"

He shook his head and drove as far into her as he could, then rocked his pelvis from side to side. "No, but I’m getting real close!"

Angie leaned forward and his wet cock slid from her ravaged cunt. She rolled over onto her back, spread her legs, and reached up to him. "Then we aren’t done yet. Come here, baby."

He crawled between her legs and leaned over to kiss her. His cock dangled just over her opening and Angie reached down, grasped it, and guided it into her. Steve lowered himself down, pushing into her warm wetness once again. She began moving her hips in a circular pattern, then pumped a few times before resuming her gentle circular motion. Steve began to move at the same time, her warm pussy rubbing his sensitive head from several different angles.

Before long, he felt the tingle in his balls and knew he was finally going to unload. He released her lips and looked down into her pretty face.

"Oh, yeah! I’m getting closer!"

Angie pulled him to her and kissed him hard, then released him. "Come on! Cum for me! Cum on my face! In my mouth! I want to taste your delicious cum! Come on, baby! Give it to me!"

Her dirty talk was really getting him going and he pulled his throbbing cock from her pussy, then grabbed her hair and pulled her into a sitting position. She ignored his rough treatment, and took his hard shaft in her hand. Actually, she kind of liked him doing that. It really didn’t hurt and it felt so bad!

She looked up at his face as her hand pumped him. He was looking down at her and she pursed her lips.

"Are you gonna cum? Come on, I want it!" She opened her mouth and took his head into it, sucking on it like a lollipop before releasing it. "Feed me your cum, lover! Now!" She opened her mouth wide and aimed his cock at it, still pumping him furiously.

That was all he could take. He threw his head back and groaned as he felt his seed rise and surge through his shaft. It shot out with such a force that it took Angie by surprise, hitting her upper lip and splattering across her cheek. The next shot was more accurate, with most of it landing on her tongue. She continued to jerk him off until his movements relaxed and no more shot out. She once again took it into her mouth and slowly worked her tongue around the head, sucking the last few drops from him before looking up at him and smiling. Strings of cum dripped from her teeth and the streak across her cheek was starting to run downward.

He watched her swallow his load, then she licked her lips and grinned. She reached up and wiped the cum from her face with a finger, then sucked it clean before giving him one more quick suck. She flopped back onto his bed, exhausted, but very satisfied.

Steve lay down next to her. He was panting from both the exertion of their energetic fuck and the incredible orgasm he’d just experienced. His hair was soaked and a sheen of sweat covered his naked body. Angie looked much the same, although her breathing had relaxed somewhat. They turned their heads and grinned at each other.

"W . . . wow!" Steve exclaimed. His mind was still too numb to think of anything else to say. Angie leaned over and kissed him, then lay back, sighing contentedly.

"That was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had!" she exclaimed, taking his hand.

Steve nodded in agreement. "Y . . . yeah!" was all he managed to say.

They lay there for a few more minutes until Angie pulled herself up to a sitting position. "I better go," she said. "If we fall asleep together, we’re busted. And right now, I could easily pass out!"

Steve watched her get to her feet and pick up her pajama top from the floor. She slipped it on, but didn’t bother to button it. He pushed himself up and reached out for her. He remained sitting because his legs still felt like rubber and he wasn’t sure he could stand. She came over to him and hugged him, pressing his head to her breasts.

"I love you, Steve," she whispered and kissed the top of his head.

He squeezed her tightly and kissed her between her breasts. "I love you, too, Angie."

She released him and reluctantly backed toward the door. "See you in the morning," she said, blowing him a kiss. He smiled and watched as she slipped out the door. He sat there for a few moments, trying to collect his thoughts, then he reached over and turned off the lamp before falling back onto the sweat-soaked sheets. He was asleep in seconds.

Chapter 35

About the time Angie was getting a mouthful of Steve’s spunk, her mother was lying back and looking down at Karen’s head between her thighs. She sighed as Karen touched her clit and closed her eyes. Alan was busy fucking Karen doggie-style while she was licking her pussy.

It wasn’t long before she felt the orgasm building within her and she grabbed Karen’s head, holding her in place. Karen began to murmur and moan, and the resulting vibrations were the final push she needed. She let out a small cry and her body tensed as she came, spraying her juices into Karen’s face and mouth. She rolled her head and sighed, moaning and twitching as Karen continued to tease her pussy with her talented tongue. Not even her husband could pleasure her orally as well as Karen could. Of course, they’d been doing it longer than she had known Mark and she had plenty of practice!

Alan watched Cathy cum while his wife licked and sucked on her twat. It was almost enough to push him over the edge, but not until Karen came first. That was a rule he made for himself. She had to be satisfied before he could be. Of course, between Cathy and himself, she’d already had at least two orgasm tonight, but that wasn’t the point.

Cathy moved away from Karen’s tongue, unable to take any more of her stimulation. Alan started moving with more urgency and Karen lowered her head to the sheets.

"Oh, yeah! Don’t stop! I’m cumming!"

He pushed into her a few more times, the force of his thrusts rocking the whole bed. Karen tensed and let out a long, strangled moan. Her body stiffened and her cunt squeezed his cock as she came, her body shaking and shuddering. He paused until she finished, then resumed fucking her, using long, slow strokes.

Karen lifted her head and propped herself up on her elbows. She winked at Cathy, who sat leaning against the headboard, her hand between her legs. She looked back at Alan.

"Ok, your turn!" she said, and started to move her hips in time with him, picking up the pace a little.

Cathy watched for a few seconds, then crawled down and watched Alan’s cock sliding in and out of Karen’s slippery pussy. She looked up at him, then reached out and took his balls in her hand, gently caressing them.

Alan smiled at her and picked up a little more speed. Cathy watched his face for the tell-tale sign he was going to cum. After all this time, she knew his signals almost as well as Mark’s. When he closed his eyes and his face began to contort, she nudged Karen.

Karen quickly pulled free from his cock and turned around. By the time she was in position, Cathy already had Alan’s cock in her mouth. She popped it out and passed it to Karen, who sucked on it like she wanted to suck the cum right from his balls.

Alan moaned at the feel of two hot mouths working on his sensitive rod. If they hadn’t sucked him off earlier, he never would have been able to hold out this long. He felt his cum boiling and looked down at the two beautiful women kneeling before him.

"Oh, shit! Here it comes!"

Karen released his cock and aimed it at her open mouth. Cathy moved in next to her, her mouth also open and waiting. With a loud groan, Alan released a gusher of hot, white cream onto their faces and into their open mouths. Cathy swallowed, then opened her mouth for more. Alan pressed his cock to her lips and more oozed out and into her mouth. Karen also swallowed her treat and wanted more so he moved over to her. She squeezed a little more from him, then took his head into her mouth and sucked it dry. She passed the slowly deflating member to Cathy, who sucked over half of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.

Alan was still buzzing from his orgasm and the feel of these two hot mouths working his soon to be limp member. He pulled himself from Cathy’s mouth, then leaned down and kissed both of them. Then he crawled onto the bed between them and they snuggled up to him, kissing each other before lying their heads on his stomach and chest.

Cathy awoke with a start. She was still in bed with Alan and Karen. With a note of panic, thinking she had over-slept, she looked over at the alarm clock and breathed a sigh of relief. Five-thirty. No way Angie or Steve would be up this early.

She carefully extricated herself from under Alan’s arm and got out of their bed. As quietly as she could, she made her way over to where her nightgown lay and started to put it on.

"You can stay a little longer," Karen whispered, lifting her head from Alan’s shoulder.

Cathy smiled. "I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry."

"Come back to bed. The kids won’t be awake for hours."

She shook her head and slipped the straps over her shoulders. "I don’t want to take any chances. I don’t know how I would ever explain this to Angie!" She reached out and grabbed the door handle. "I’ll see you later!" she whispered, then went out and closed the door behind her with a soft click. Karen stared at the closed door for a few seconds, then lay her head back down and was soon asleep again.

. . . continued

put some clothes on. They both must have been still feeling more than a little horny because all they wore were their cropped tees and shorts - no underwear. As they prepared to go, Angie came over to Steve and pressed her tight little body to his, kissing him deeply. He could feel her hard nipples poking into his chest as her full breasts were crushed against him, sending another surge through his already semi-hard cock. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve noticed Michelle kissing Artie as well, her hand rubbing his cock over his shorts. It seemed that neither of the girls was ready to call it a day yet!

Steve’s house was on the way to the creek from Artie’s, so Michelle and Artie walked their bikes over there so Steve could get his, while Angie used one his mother bought a few years earlier but rarely used. Karen’s car wasn’t in the driveway so they didn’t have to come up with any excuses as to why they weren’t at the creek yet. They pedaled toward the path, with Artie and Steve trying to race one another. Angie and Michelle followed along at a more leisurely pace, laughing and chatting like old friends.

By the time the girls reached the path to the creek, Artie and Steve were long gone, probably already leaping into the cool water. The girls decided to walk their bikes down the rough path, enjoying just being alone together in the relative coolness and serenity of the thick spruce and pine forest. They were able to walk side by side once they were a few yards in and they allowed their bodies to touch, holding hands whenever the path was smooth enough to allow one handed control over their bikes.

When they reached the clearing, they dropped their bikes and embraced, kissing deeply while splashes and shouts could be heard from their guys in the water a few yards away. Angie slowly released Michelle’s soft lips and smiled at the pretty brunette, stroking her long, silky hair lovingly.

“Do you think,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving Michelle’s, “that it’s possible to fall in love with two people at the same time?”

Michelle held her gaze, nibbling nervously on her lip. She had been wondering the same thing, but didn’t know how to bring it up. After all, until a very short time ago she had been completely naive in matters of sex and love, let alone with another girl. Yet, there was no denying the feelings she had for the pretty blonde. She tried to smile.

“I . . . I don’t know,” she managed to whisper.

Angie continued to smile at her and caress her hair. “I think it is,” she replied, moving in to kiss her again. Michelle responded to her warm kiss, feeling her pussy leak into her shorts. And she knew at that moment that she was in love with Angie, at least as much in love as her tender age could comprehend. She returned the kiss passionately, her tongue meeting Angie’s in a sensual dance that stirred her even more, causing even more of her sweet juices to seep from her swollen pussy.

They clung to one another for a long moment until Steve’s shouts broke through the foggy curtain of their intimacy.

“Hey! Come on!” he shouted from the tree by the bank.

They continued to hold one another but turned to look in his direction. He watched them for a few seconds, then grinned, turned and jumped back into the water. Angie looked back to Michelle.

“I do love you, Michelle,” she said softly. “Steve is the only other person I’ve ever said that to,” she added.

Michelle nodded, momentarily speechless, then smiled apprehensively. “I . . . I think I love you, too, Angie,” she finally managed to say. “I know I care a lot about you and I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Angie kissed her quickly. “I didn’t say it just to hear it back, baby. I just wanted you to know.”

She took Michelle’s hand and they walked down to the creek, dropping their backpacks on the grass. As they pulled out their towels and swim suits, Angie looked around. She grinned at Michelle and gripped her short tee with both hands. “Let’s forget the bikinis,” she said, her blue eyes flashing.

Michelle stared at her for a brief moment. She had been looking forward to the little thrill of undressing in the open and putting on her bikini, but to remain naked? She glanced nervously over her shoulder toward the path. “What if someone comes along?”

Angie nodded to the bikini in her hand. “Bring that with you and leave it on the bank. If we see someone coming, just slip it on before they get too close.”

Michelle was thinking it over when Angie pulled off her top, then slid her tight shorts down and off. She kicked them toward her backpack and stood completely naked in the clearing. She made no effort to retrieve her own bikini and stood there grinning at Michelle.

“Come on! I dare ya!”

Michelle stared at her beautiful friend, her eyes moving along her supple young body in the afternoon sun. Slowly, a smile came to her lips and with one more glance over her shoulder, pulled off her own tee shirt and shorts. She tossed her bikini to her backpack and looked up at her friend and lover. “If you’re not taking yours, then neither am I!”

Angie laughed, her freshly washed hair shimmering in the sun and her perky nipples fully aroused. Michelle could feel her own arousal growing and reached out to embrace Angie, their naked flesh pressing together as their lips met in another loving kiss.

Finally, Angie broke the kiss and turned toward the water. “Last one in has to take Artie up the ass!” she yelled, and made a run for the bank.

Michelle laughed and ran with her, hitting the water a split second after her. They both broke the surface at the same time and looked around to see the shocked expressions on Steve and Artie’s faces at the sight of the two girls jumping naked into the creek. As the girls swam over to where they were, their shocked expressions turned to grins. Angie swam over to Steve, put her arms around his neck, then wrapped her long legs around his waist, her hot pussy pressing against the growing bulge of his hardon under his shorts.

“Hey baby,” she cooed, a look of unmistakable wanton lust on her face, “Wanna fuck?” She began to grind herself against him and he was instantly hard.

He reached down and quickly yanked off his shorts, tossing them to the rocky bank behind him. “Hell, yes!”

She maneuvered her hips until his cock lined up with her hot opening. Using her legs as leverage, she quickly impaled herself on him, taking him all the way in in one swift motion. She sighed and held him tighter, using her strong vaginal muscles to grip his hard shaft in her already tight little cunt. Steve gasped and reached down to her tight little ass, holding her inside him, the heat from her excited pussy a sharp contrast to the cool water. She began to move slowly, her hips undulating and her hard clit rubbing against his equally hard shaft. She leaned in so that her head was lying on his shoulder and began to nuzzle and kiss his neck as their movements increased.

Michelle moved over to where Artie stood in slightly shallower water, barely coming to his waist. She kissed him quickly, then reached down and pulled his shorts down, releasing his already hard cock. She kept walking, forcing him to back up out of the water. His shorts were tangled around his knees and she paused while he removed them, then continued to move him up over the round river rocks to a small patch of grass on the far bank, which was just above water level, as opposed to the higher bank on the other side. He seemed a little nervous being naked, as he had the first time they’d been together, but she simply smiled at him and dropped to her knees on the soft grass.

Before Artie had time to say anything, her small hand was wrapped around his huge tool and her warm mouth enveloped the soft tip. He moaned softly, his hand going to her head as she began to bob back and forth on him. She went at him like she hadn’t had sex in a long time. Apparently the excitement of being outside and completely exposed had ignited something inside her and she craved his cock like never before. Her tongue snaked out, teasing the tip and licking his precum from the hole.

This went on for several minutes until she could stand no more and needed to feel him filling her tight little pussy. She released his massive unit and turned around, kneeling on all fours and wriggling her cute little ass at him.

“Fuck me, Artie,” she breathed in a husky voice, looking back at him. “Put that big cock into my tight little pussy and fuck me hard!”

The sight of this gorgeous naked girl practically begging him to fuck her caused his anxiety about being naked in public to evaporate. He quickly knelt behind her, guiding his thick cock to the pink flesh of her swollen labia. When the soft tip touched her wet lips, she moaned and pressed back, forcing him inside. She paused only for a second before pushing back again until almost his entire length was buried in her. The sensation was incredible. She could feel the walls of her vagina squeezing and contracting, as if milking this huge organ. When he began to move, she closed her eyes and groaned in absolute pleasure. How could something feel so good!

They continued their slow fuck, barely conscious of Steve and Angie fucking in the chest deep water only a few feet away. Michelle’s hand moved to her clit and she began to tease the hard little sex organ, rubbing in circles around it, her finger occasionally rubbing across it. This heightened her arousal even more and she felt the tingle that indicated orgasmic release begin almost immediately.

“Oh, yes, baby!” she gasped, “Don’t stop . . . fuck me harder . . . ohhh, god yes!”

Her eyes were clenched shut and she could feel her orgasm growing more and more. Artie was hitting on a very good g-spot from his angle of attack and the combination of that and her own masturbation was quickly bringing her to climax.

“Ohhh, fuck, Artie,” she cried out, “I’m . . . I’m . . . cumming . . .!”

Artie had picked up his thrusts and her words only encouraged him to increase his speed even more. She began a low wail in the back of her throat, becoming louder as he continued to slam her tight little pussy mercilessly.

“Ahhhhh . . .” she cried, dropping her head to the grass. She felt the tingle become a fully charged electric shock, spreading out from her womb to her extremities. Her body tensed and her voice became a strangled cry as the orgasm engulfed, then overwhelmed her senses. She could feel him still hammering away at her while she came hard, her mind seeming to float free from her body, the intense pleasure of her all-encompassing orgasm the only thing keeping her connected.

As soon as she peaked and released, her cries fading into short grunts, she felt herself building again. She grit her teeth and gripped the grass, her fingers digging into the soft earth underneath as another intense orgasm washed through her. The pleasure was unbelievable. Never before had she come so hard twice with almost no pause in between. Artie had slowed his thrusts, no doubt partly due to her strong vaginal muscles squeezing involuntarily as she came.

As her second orgasm passed, she collapsed to the warm grass, Artie’s cock the only thing keeping her body from completely falling limply. He had stopped moving, as if recognizing her total lack of motor control, but she could feel his hard, throbbing cock buried deep inside her and she knew that he still hadn’t cum. She wanted to please him, but for the moment, she was helpless to do anything. He didn’t move his cock, but she felt his cool hand on the overheated flesh of her back as he leaned over her.

“Michelle? Are you ok?” She could hear the genuine concern in his voice even through the hazy fog that had settled in her brain. She tried to nod but realized she wasn’t moving her head enough for him to see. She turned her head to one side.

“Uh-huh . . . j . . .just . . . need . . . a second . . .” she managed to gasp, a dazed smile forming on her lips. He began to withdraw from her warm, wet sheath and she gasped as his cock slid over her sensitive flesh. When he finally pulled out, she gasped and moaned in disappointment at the loss. She could feel her pussy contracting, as if trying to grasp at the hard cock that was no longer there. Even though she wished he’d stayed inside her, she also knew in the back of her mind that one more orgasm like the first two would probably cause her to black out. And that wasn’t something she wanted to happen outdoors.

Meanwhile, things were becoming more heated with Angie and Steve. They continued fucking in the same position for a few more minutes, their movements becoming more urgent with each passing moment. The water around them was becoming agitated, splashing up to cool their overheated flesh. They gripped one another tightly, as if their mutual bond meant life itself. Finally Angie lifted her head and loosened her leg grip.

“Let’s go over there,” she gasped, her tight little pussy contracting on his hard cock as she nodded to where Michelle and Artie were fucking madly on the grass. “I need you to really give it to me!”

Steve nodded and she pushed away, the cool water replacing the heat of her vagina on his throbbing meat. He was so aroused that it did little to ease his hardon and he quickly waded out of the creek behind her, watching as the beads of water ran down her naked skin. She reached the bank and stopped a couple of yards from where Michelle was moaning loudly as Artie rammed his huge cock into her mercilessly. She chewed on her lower lip and smiled seductively at him, beckoning him with her finger. Wordlessly he went to her, anxious to feel the heat of her excited cunt on his aching rod once again. As he neared, she glanced over at the others, then her smile became a grin and she dropped to all fours, her cute little ass pointing upward invitingly.

“Fuck me hard . . . like that,” she panted, nodding toward Michelle. Steve looked over at them. Michelle had her head lowered and was wailing loudly, her young body shaking from the force of Artie’s thrusts. He was gripping her waist and slamming his huge meat all the way into her, their skin making wet slapping sounds every time he bottomed out. He looked back down at Angie, who was looking back at him over her shoulder, her pink tongue wetting her lips and her eyes wild with lust. “Please . . .” she whispered pleadingly, pushing her ass toward him.

Steve moved over to her and dropped to his knees in the thick grass. It was so fine and lush it felt like a cool carpet under him. He took his hard cock in his hand and guided it to the puffy pink flesh between Angie’s legs. The heat from her excited sex felt incredible and he quickly pushed all the way into her, groaning at the feel of her hot, velvet sheath on his throbbing cock. Angie responded in kind, pushing back toward him and grinding her ass cheeks against his pelvis. They began to move, quickly building to a frantic rhythm, the slapping of their wet skin mixing with that of Artie and Michelle only a few feet away. Angie was moving faster, pushing back against him so hard that his cock was a blur moving in and out of her.

After several minutes of this, Steve slowed his pace. He placed his hands on the ground next to her and leaned over her. Sweat dripped from his brow and splashed onto her back, each drop falling as if in slow motion. He could feel her undulating under him, her hot pussy squeezing and moving on his cock in a manner that he knew would soon have him exploding in orgasm.

Meanwhile, Angie was nearing her own orgasm. She was a little disappointed when Steve eased up his rapid jack-hammering thrusts, but she knew he couldn’t keep that pace forever. It still felt wonderful to have his hard, throbbing cock inside her and she moved her hips so that he continued to rub against her clit, perpetuating the sense of impending orgasm she had been moving toward.

Steve caught his second wind and pushed back up, his hand moving along her spine, sending little shivers of pleasure through her. As he began to move again, his hands stroked her long hair and she suddenly turned her head.

“Pull on my hair!” she gasped, not knowing where that thought came from, but suddenly wanting him to dominate her; possess her.

Steve hesitated for a second, then wrapped her golden locks around his hand and tugged gently on it.

“Harder!” she breathed. He increased the pressure and she lifted her head. “Harder!” Again, he hesitated, then she felt him pulling harder, her hair tight in his grip and her head pulled back so that her back was fully arched. He continued to fuck at her pussy, although not as hard as earlier.

“Yes!” she gasped, “Ohhh, yes! Fuck me hard!”

Steve was a little perplexed by her demands, but above all he wanted to please her so he began to hammer in and out of her faster. He liked the idea of fucking her like this, although it had never occurred to him to treat her like a total slut. It was turning him on like never before and he could tell it was having a similar effect on her. He continued pounding at her, tugging even harder on her hair. He was vaguely aware of cries from Michelle as she and Artie came together, but he was so wrapped up in his and Angie’s impending release that he didn’t pause to look. Something in him told him to slap her ass and his smacked her hard enough to leave a red imprint of his hand on her pale cheek. She gasped but her movements didn’t ease up, so he did it again.

“Oww, fuck! Yes, spank me!” she cried. “Again!”

He brought his hand down again and again as a wail began to form in her throat, becoming louder each time his hand made contact. He began to time his slaps with his inward thrusts and within a few seconds he felt her body tense and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. A low whine came from behind her tightly clenched teeth and she began to shake and shudder under him as her orgasm exploded. The sight of her in the throes of such a powerful climax and the tightness of her dripping twat were too much for Steve and he felt his balls tighten. A slit second later his seed surged through his cock and erupted deep inside of her, flooding her already drenched pussy with his hot, sticky jism. Angie’s mouth opened wide and she let out a loud expletive when she felt him cum inside her, releasing yet another powerful orgasm almost on top of her first. Steve was still holding her hair tight as they both bucked together, her neck straining with her face almost pointing skyward, eyes closed tightly.

Steve kept his eyes closed as little shocks of pleasure sparked after his initial release. He felt his cock surrounded by the warm wetness of their combined juices in the tight confines of Angie’s dripping cunt. He opened his eyes and realized that he was still gripping her hair, keeping her head pulled back. He released her hair and her head dropped forward limply, her body still trembling as her orgasms subsided. He could feel himself starting to shrink and a few seconds later his semi-hard cock slipped from her amidst a flood of semen. At that moment, Angie’s knees went out from under her and she dropped to the grass, panting and gasping for air. Steve dropped beside her, his hand rubbing her back gently as he fought to regain his own breath.

“Are you guys all right?”

Michelle’s timid question broke through the fog of their dazed minds as if from a great distance. They both turned in her direction and saw her and Artie lying a few feet away. Artie was stretched out on his back and Michelle’s naked body was stretched across his, her head lying on his chest.

Angie licked her lips and managed a dopey smile. “Oh fuck yeah!” she said in a hoarse voice. “Holy fuck!”

Steve smiled at her, happy that their rough sex hadn’t actually hurt her. She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes glassy but contented. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the clear blue sky. Steve’s eyes drifted over her beautiful body, pausing at her perfect breasts which barely sagged even when she was lying on her back. Fuck she was gorgeous!

“That,” she began, pausing to catch her breath again, “was incredible!” She turned her head and looked at Steve and the others. “When you pulled my hair and began to spank me, I got so turned on I thought I would cum right then and there!”

Steve glanced at the others, reading the same confused look on their faces as he was sure was on his own. He looked back at Angie. “Really? That turned you on?”

Angie’s grin widened and she propped herself up on one elbow. “Oh my god, yes! I don’t know if it was because I’m one of those people who get off on pain or if it was because it felt like you were . . . just taking me, using me for your own pleasure . . . but it drove me crazy!”

Steve absorbed this, but had no reply. It all sounded a little weird to him, but he couldn’t deny his own pleasure, or Angie’s for that matter. She touched his arm.

“Next time, I want you to talk really dirty to me while you’re doing it. You know, call me a slut, a whore, tell me what you’re going to do, how hard you’re going to fuck me, stuff like that.”

Steve felt his face getting hot, but nodded. “Uh, ok, if you want me to.”

Angie sat up, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Oh yes, I really do.” She looked over at Michelle and Artie, who hadn’t spoken or moved. “You guys should try it sometime,” she said. “It’s so fucking hot!”

Artie and Michelle exchanged a glance, then Michelle shrugged. “It might be fun.”

Artie looked doubtful. “But I don’t want to hurt you,” he protested.

Michelle smiled at him, leaning in to give him a kiss. “You won’t, baby. I’ll tell you if you are.” She looked over at Angie and grinned. “It did look pretty hot!”

Artie glanced at his watch. “It’s nearly four. I need to be going soon.”

They all agreed and stood up. Artie retrieved his shorts and pulled them on, then volunteered to make sure the coast was clear for the girls to go up and get their clothes. Michelle came over to where Angie was standing while Steve tugged his wet shorts on. They kissed briefly and Steve turned to watch them, a smile creasing his lips.

“Every time I see you two doing that I get hard all over again!” he exclaimed. They started giggling and Artie called out from the other bank that the coast was clear. They all paddled across the creek and climbed up the root ladder. Steve conveniently arranged it so he would go up the ladder last, giving him an excellent view of their wet, still swollen pussies as they climbed up.

The girls got dressed and stuffed their unused bikinis into their backpacks while Artie and Steve put on their sneakers and t-shirts. Angie found she was limping slightly, no doubt because of Artie’s huge cock earlier, not to mention the severe fucking Steve had just given her. A subtle look in Michelle’s direction told her she was also a little tender. It had been a full day of sex, and for the time being she thought she would be able to abstain long enough for her tender pussy to recover. At least somewhat.

Chapter 44

Kristi rode around aimlessly on her bike, her thoughts on what had happened between her and Jake at the creek. Was she prepared to go all the way with him? Her mind was still awash with the things they had done and at that moment she was leaning toward doing it. After all, they’d done just about everything but have sex. She remembered the feel of his cock on her lips; the taste of him, and above all, his tongue on her pussy! She found herself becoming aroused again at just the thought of it. She turned down Michelle’s street and wondered if she should go knock on her door. She needed to know if what Jake had said was true and then wondered how she would even bring it up. And if it was true, what then? Michelle’s friendship with Angie was already putting a strain on their friendship and if Michelle broke their pact, could they still be friends at all?

As she coasted along the street in the mid-afternoon heat, she decided that she had to find out, and the best way to do that was to just come out and ask. That’s what she would do. The next time she was with Michelle, she would just bluntly ask her. And there was no time like the present.

She slowed in front of the neat bungalow where Michelle lived and turned into the paved driveway. The house appeared deserted and she didn’t expect to find Michelle at home in the middle of the afternoon on such a hot day. She fully expected her to be at the creek, but she may have gone off with Angie to the mall. Or she might be out with Artie. That thought seemed so strange to her that she quickly dismissed it, despite Jake’s convincing argument. There was no way a hot chick like Michelle would be screwing geeky little Artie.

As she expected, her knocks yielded no answer and she climbed back onto her bike, rolling down the quiet street in the direction of the mall. A few minutes later she approached the path to the creek and decided to check there first, just in case someone was there now. She eased her bike between the roots and rocks down the path to the creek. When she emerged into the clearing she stopped. Four bicycles were lying on the grass, one she recognized as Michelle’s and another was Steve’s.

Between the bikes and the creek bank was a pile of backpacks, but she could see no one. They must be all swimming. She pushed her bicycle to where the others were lying and dropped it, listening for the usual yelling and splashing from the water. She couldn’t hear anything, which she thought was somewhat odd, but as she passed the backpacks, she stopped short, her eyes growing wide. There among the discarded clothing were the panties and bras of two bikinis. They weren’t . . . they wouldn’t!

She looked toward the creek, but was still too far from the edge to see the water. She strained her ears, but all she could hear was the familiar sound of the gurgling water and unseen birds and other forest critters. Then another sound reached her ears; faint, but definitely human. It sounded almost like a cry, but it didn’t sound like a cry one would make while playing in water. She moved closer to the creek, listening for any other noises and heard the cry again, followed by what sounded like a grunt, as if someone was lifting something very heavy. Then she stopped and looked back at the discarded clothing. If they were down there without clothes, maybe they were . . .

She felt her heart start to race and backed away from the edge. They wouldn’t dare have sex right out there in the open! Then she remembered that Jake claimed that was just what he had seen.

She spun around and ran back to her bike, picked it up, and began to push it at a fast trot back toward the trail. She’d almost reached the trees when she slowed, then stopped. She looked back toward the creek, then seemed to come to a decision. She pushed her bicycle into the woods, making sure it was well concealed behind some thick bushes, then walked back toward the creek. There was one sure way to know if they were down there having sex. She turned into the woods toward where her and Michelle usually went to relieve themselves. From down there, she would have a clear view of the swimming hole and could remain unseen in the thick bush.

As quietly as possible, she pushed into the clawing bushes, moving toward the spot where she would be able to see what was going on. Her heart was racing and she found the idea of watching her friends having sex exciting. She tried to picture Michelle with her legs spread and Artie pushing between them, but it just seemed too unreal.

Now Angie was another story. In Kristi’s mind, she was nothing but a loose slut who blew into town and immediately hooked her claws into Steve. She could easily picture her offering herself to just about anyone. Then she stopped as a new thought suddenly occurred to her. There were four bikes and two bikinis. That meant Michelle and Angie were down there, naked, along with Steve and Artie. She pictured the swimming hole and unless they crawled through the muddy marshy area on the other bank and into the trees there, there was really nowhere to go down there for privacy. It was puzzling, but she was almost to where she would be able to see exactly what the hell was going on down there.

She entered a small opening in the thick brush and could now hear more voices. They were still too far off to hear clearly, especially with the sound of the water, but as she knelt and began to part the branches she could make out a girl’s voice.

Peering through the bushes, her jaw dropped at the sight that greeted her. There on the grass on the far bank, Michelle knelt on all fours while an equally naked Artie pounded at her from behind. Michelle was looking back at him and Kristi could see her mouth moving as if giving him orders. She heard only two words clearly - “fuck” and “harder”. The look on Michelle’s face was wild and as she turned her head away and lowered it to her arms, a loud moan reached Kristi’s ears.

She was so taken by the vision of her best friend being fucked doggie style by Artie out in the open that it took her a second to realize Angie and Steve were in the water only a few feet away from them. It was only when they pulled apart and went over to the bank that she took notice. They too were both naked and she could see Steve’s hard cock bobbing before him as Angie knelt in the same position Michelle was in. Steve dropped to his knees, gripped her hips, and thrust his cock into her in one quick motion.

Kristi could hardly believe her eyes. This was unbelievable, surreal. She found that her own pussy was starting to get damp, and her nipples knotted inside her bikini top. She was actually getting turned on watching this!

Suddenly, Michelle let out a loud cry and her body stopped its rocking motion, halting Artie’s movements as well. She lifted her head up, her back arching, then shuddered and shook. ‘She just came!’ Kristi thought to herself. After a few seconds, Artie began to move again, then drove all the way into Michelle and held there, his body tensing. Michelle moaned again and after a long moment, they both collapsed to the grass and lay there unmoving. Despite Kristi’s inexperience, she knew they had both just experienced powerful orgasms.

As Michelle and Artie fell into one another’s arms to recover, Kristi turned her attention to Steve and Angie. By this point, Steve was pumping his cock in and out of the petite blonde’s pussy, their grunts and moans reaching her ears even over the sound of the babbling creek. She heard Angie tell him to pull her hair and watched in rapt fascination as he did and she seemed to be getting off on it! When he began to spank her bare ass, the loud cracks were easily heard and from her position, Kristi could see her skin turning red. Still, she continued to moan and pump her ass against him until her body tensed as Michelle’s had earlier. Kristi watched as they both shuddered in mutual orgasms then also fell to the grass, their bodies heaving as the fought to catch their breath.

It wasn’t until that point that Kristi realized her hand was circling her erect nipple, teasing and rubbing at it over the fabric of her t-shirt and bikini. Shocked that she could actually be enjoying watching her friends having sex, she removed it from her breast, silently cursing her own weakness.

She watched them talk for a few minutes, then Artie got up and pulled on his shorts. She watched him swim across to the other bank and climb up, then was lost to her sight. Steve went down to the water’s edge and found his own shorts, giving her a good full frontal view of his slowly deflating cock. She was so caught up in watching Steve that for a moment her attention was diverted from Michelle and Angie.

When she glanced back in their direction, she let out a small gasp and her hand went to her open mouth. They were locked in a tight embrace and were kissing! She was so stunned at that sight that she momentarily lost her balance and had to let go of the branches she was holding back to steady herself.

By the time she’d regained her balance and pushed them aside once more, they were all swimming back across to the far bank. She watched as the two naked girls climbed up, then Steve, then she allowed the branches to fall back into place and sat down on the pine needle floor, her mind spinning from what she had just seen. Her best friend since like, forever, was not only having group sex in public, she was also gay! How could she have been so blind to all of this? Had Michelle been harboring those feelings about her all this time?

Her mind still filled with a million thoughts, she gathered herself up a few minutes later and began to push her way back through the thick brush to the clearing. She hid behind a spruce tree and looked out to make sure they had gone. She just caught a brief glimpse of someone disappearing up the trail as she peered out of her hiding place and after a quick survey of the clearing, she stepped out and hurried along to retrieve her bicycle from the bushes.

She didn’t know how she would be able to face Michelle after what she’d just witnessed. Or any of them, for that matter. She did know one thing though; none of this started until that little blonde slut showed up in town. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind that she was the instigator of all of this wild sex. The question now was, what to do about it.

Chapter 45

Angie awoke the next day and stretched, her lithe body naked under the sheets. She winced a little, her hand sliding down to her still tender pussy. No doubt due to the stretching she’d received from Artie’s monster cock. She smiled to herself as she pictured him, still amazed that she’d been on the receiving end of such a cock. Michelle was a very lucky girl. Then again, so was she. Steve was certainly no slouch when it came to sex. She remembered the thrill of him tugging on her hair and slapping her bare ass, and how much it increased her pleasure. She came so hard yesterday at the creek that her knees were still rubbery when she got home.

She threw back the sheets and climbed out of bed. Bright sunlight filtered through the curtain of her basement room, giving the promise of yet another beautiful summer day. As she pulled on a long t-shirt, she wondered how long this weather could last. According to the news, if it didn’t rain soon, they may end up in a drought situation. Steve had mentioned that the creek was lower than usual, although there was still plenty of water for swimming.

She opened her bedroom door and saw Steve on the couch, his tousled hair telling her that he had just got up and had yet to shower. She went over and leaned in, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning, baby,” she whispered, her hand slipping down over his bare chest. He smiled and caressed her hand.

“Morning,” he replied.

She walked around the couch, taking a quick glance up the stairs. She could hear sounds from the kitchen and since she only had a t-shirt over her naked body, she didn’t want another surprise visit from their parents while they were snuggling on the couch. She stopped in front of him and knelt down, resting her arms on his knees and lying her head on her folded arms. She noticed his cock start to grow inside his boxers and looked up at him, grinning.

“Happy to see me?”

Steve laughed and looked up the stairs before turning his attention back to her. Her hand was creeping up his leg toward his now semi hard member. He grasped her hand, stopping its upward movement and wagged a finger at her, trying not to grin.

“Uh-uh! You behave!” he scolded teasingly. “We don’t want our mothers to catch us again dressed like this with you kneeling at my feet!”

Before Angie could reply, the telltale sound of creaking boards and footsteps on the floor above them told them someone was coming toward the basement stairs. Angie pouted, but quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Karen called down from the top of the stairs and they could hear her start the descent.

Angie stood in the bathroom door and slowly pulled off her t-shirt as Steve’s mother came down the stairs next to the bathroom door. Steve stared at her as his mother came into view, amazed at her brazen stunts. It was as if she got off on the thrill of getting caught. By the time Karen reached the bottom of the stairs, Angie had closed the door and Steve breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the shower start.

Karen came over and stood next to him as he tried to focus on the TV show he had been watching before Angie had so wonderfully distracted him. He looked over at her.

“Hi, Mom.”

She looked down at him, frowning disapprovingly at him wearing only his boxer shorts. “Steve, I think it would be best if you didn’t walk around like that while Angie’s staying here,” she said. Her knowing look told him she knew they were having sex, but she didn’t mention it. He nodded.

“Ok, Mom. Sorry.”

Karen continued. “Cathy found a couple of houses she likes and she wants Angie to go with her today to look at them.” She paused before continuing, glancing in the direction of the closed bathroom door where the shower could be heard running. “I would appreciate it if you would encourage her to go. I think she would listen to your ‘suggestion’ instead of her mother insisting she go. Do you understand my meaning?”

Steve nodded, his eyes on the TV. “Sure, Mom.” He looked up at her. “I have to work today anyway, so it won’t be a problem.”

She stood watching him for a few seconds, then nodded. “Ok.” she started back toward the stairs, then paused before speaking again. “I just hope you two are being careful,” she said, then went back upstairs before Steve barely had a chance to absorb her words. He swallowed a large lump in his throat, his face burning. So she knew. What was the big deal? The thought of what she would say if she only knew the whole truth brought a slight smile to his lips.

He sat there unmoving on the couch, flipping through the channels but not really watching anything until he heard the shower stop and a few moments later Angie emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and rubbing her wet hair with another. She glanced up the steps then walked over in front of Steve.

“So, what are we going to do today?” she asked, a quirky smile on her face.

Steve shook his head. “Unfortunately, I have to work.” Angie’s smile faded to a sexy pout. He continued. “And Mom was just here. She said your mother saw a couple of houses she liked yesterday and wants you to go see them with her.”

Angie sank to the couch beside him and wrapped the towel around her damp hair. “Oh. I guess I better go with her then.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m working at noon and won’t be finished until five so I guess today is as good a day as any to do it.”

Angie’s hand slid to his leg and moved up to where his cock was once again showing signs of life. The towel she was wrapped in wasn’t all that big and barely reached from her breasts to her thighs. She smelled like soap and that flowery shampoo he found so irresistible and more than anything he wanted to pick her up, take her to his bed, and fuck her senseless. Her hand stroked his stiffening rod as he contemplated the wisdom of that action with their parents just upstairs, then quickly dismissed it. Taking risks sexually was one thing, but getting caught like that could destroy everything.

Meanwhile, Angie had him fully hard and was pushing her hand into his shorts, her fingers lightly caressing his cock. He sighed and lifted his butt from the couch so she could lower his shorts, pulling his cock out so she could give him the attention she wanted to. He kept one ear open for sounds of approaching parents while Angie leaned over and took him into her warm mouth, taking nearly his full length in. He looked down at her towel clad head and pulled it from her hair, letting her damp hair fall over his bare stomach and legs and tickle his skin. She kept bobbing her head up and down on him, making contented little murmuring sounds as her tongue teased his cock while the warm suction of her gentle sucking coaxed the sperm from his balls.

It may have been the idea that someone could walk in on them at any second, but it didn’t take long before Steve felt the familiar tingle and was soon pumping his load down her throat. She kept up her suction, swallowing every drop until he finally stopped spurting. She licked and kissed his softening cock, then sat up and smiled.

“Just a little something to remember me by while you’re working,” she said as she leaned in for a kiss.

Steve pulled his shorts back up and grinned, shaking his head. “God, I love you,” he remarked, giving her spermy lips another kiss.

“You better!” she replied, returning his grin as she stood up and went to her room. He laughed and got up to take a shower as her door swung partially closed, thinking for the billionth time how lucky he was to have her.

Chapter 46

Jake leaned against the retaining wall at the parking lot of the Seven-Eleven and took a long drink of the cold Pepsi he’d just bought. The day was already hot and it was only eleven am. He hoped Kristi would show up soon and they might pick up where they’d left off the day before. He had definitely made some progress with her, but he was so horny now that if she didn’t let him fuck her soon, he was going to break it off and find someone who would, tears or no tears.

The sound of an approaching bicycle caused him to turn and look and he was a little disappointed to see Michelle riding up to him. She looked hot in her short halter top and cut-off jeans but he really wanted to be alone with Kristi right now. Despite that, he greeted her with big grin.

“Hey, gorgeous!”

She returned his grin and pulled up only a few inches from where he stood. “Hey yourself,” she replied.

“Haven’t seen you much lately,” he said, “Got a new boyfriend or something?” He watched her face for any telltale signs and was certain he saw a flash of guilt in her eyes before she laughed and shook her head.

“Right, I’m getting married next week!” she shot back as she got off her bike and leaned it against the wall.

He couldn’t help but admire her long, tanned legs and how good her ass looked in the tight cut-offs. His thoughts went back to when he had seen her fucking Artie and he felt his cock twitch at the mental image of her lying back with her legs spread wide, moaning as Artie fucked her with his monster cock. She turned back to him and he quickly averted his eyes from her ass and tried not to pause too long on her sexy tits barely contained inside the small top before meeting her eyes once again. She seemed nervous and looked away almost instantly and he smiled to himself. He was wondering if her and Artie were an item or if she just fucked him. Maybe if things didn’t work out with Kristi, he could get some of that action.

“So, where is everyone?” he asked, taking another swig from his Pepsi.

Michelle shrugged. “Steve’s working and Angie had something to do with her mother today. I tried calling Kristi but her mother said she wasn’t home.”

Jake nodded. He had also tried calling Kristi and had got the same result. He turned his gaze upward to the blazing sun. “I think I’m going to the creek,” he said, then looked over at her.

Wanna go with me?”

She hesitated a second, then shrugged. “Sure, I guess,” she replied. “Maybe Kristi will show up there.”

Jake nodded and drained his Pepsi then dropped the bottle into a recycling bin. “Yeah, it’s too hot to do much else.”

He went over to his bike and climbed on. Michelle was already straddling hers, her long legs stretching to the hot pavement under her feet. They started off toward the creek, neither saying much beyond a few comments on the weather and when the heat wave might end. Even though they had dated once or twice, she had never felt any special bond with Jake. He was good looking, of that there was no question, but there was no real connection other than their common friendship with Steve and Kristi. He was more of an acquaintance than friend and they weren’t usually alone together so idle chat wasn’t a natural thing for them.

They arrived at the trail to the creek and Michelle followed him through the trees until they emerged into the clearing. As they cleared the trees, they saw a bicycle lying on the grass and down by the oak tree Kristi was stretched out on her towel wearing her skimpy bikini. There seemed to be no one else around and they both dropped their bikes next to hers and went over to where she lay unmoving, her eyes closed and her tanned skin glistening under the hot sun.

“Hey, Kristi,” Jake said as they approached her.

She opened her eyes and looked up at them, then closed them again. “Hey,” was all she said.

They were used to Kristi’s moods and didn’t think anything of her cool reception, so they went about getting ready for a swim. Jake simply pulled off his t-shirt and Michelle couldn’t resist a peek at his bare torso as she pulled off her top and shorts, revealing her light blue bikini that until a few weeks ago she had been too timid to wear. She spread out her towel next to Kristi, who still hadn’t moved or said anything else, and lay down on it.

Jake sat cross-legged next to Kristi and rolled up a joint. He lit it, took a long toke, then nudged Kristi, who opened her eyes and accepted it, taking a pull, then passing it wordlessly to Michelle. They finished it in silence, which Michelle thought was becoming a little awkward. Jake stood up, brushing grass from his legs.

“Well, I’m going to a swim,” he said. “Care to join me ladies?”

Kristi shook her head. Michelle, sensing there was something bothering Kristi, shook her head as well. “Maybe later,” she told him.

He shrugged and ran off the edge of the bank, missing the rope and splashing into the water below. The girls lay there for a long moment listening to him splashing around in the cool water before Michelle finally spoke up.

“Is something bothering you, Kristi?”

She didn’t reply and Michelle frowned. She knew the cold shoulder treatment was one way Kristi expressed her disapproval over something. The only thing she could think that may have pissed her off was her friendship with Angie, who Kristi disliked for some reason. She decided to try again.

“Look, I know I haven’t been around much in past few days, but . . .”

Kristi interrupted her without even opening her eyes. “You’re busy with your new friend. Don’t worry about it.”

Michelle stared at her for a moment before responding to her barely veiled remark. “Kristi, it isn’t like that.”

Kristi finally opened her eyes and turned to Michelle. “I know you’ve been hanging out with her, so don’t try to deny it.” Her eyes burned into Michelle’s until she was forced to look away. “I was looking for you yesterday and I couldn’t find you anywhere. I looked here . . .” Michelle felt her stomach tighten. “ . . . then went to your house, the mall . . .”

Michelle felt the knot in her stomach ease. They must have still been at Artie’s when she checked here. Kristi continued.

“So I was ready to give up and go home, then I decided to come back here just in case . . .”

She paused for a long moment and the knot in Michelle’s stomach grew again.

“ . . .and I saw you. I saw what you were doing . . . down there!” Her arm gestured toward the water. Michelle swallowed a hard lump and the fear once again gripped her. She chanced a quick glance up to Kristi’s face. The expression she saw was that of hurt and confusion and her voice quavered as she continued. “Why . . .why didn’t you tell me? I thought we were best friends?” She looked away and wiped at her eyes.

Michelle felt like she was in some horrible nightmare and for a moment she couldn’t think of anything to say. She stared down unseeing at the grass while the silence grew louder. Finally she spoke, her voice soft and barely above a whisper. “I . . . didn’t know how . . .” She looked over at her friend. “How . . . much did you see?”

Kristi sniffed and looked back at her. “Plenty,” she said, her voice flat. The knot was once again squeezing Michelle’s stomach as she remembered her and Angie’s naked embrace and kiss. She closed her eyes and inhaled a long, slow breath.

“Kristi, I . . .” she began, but her friend interrupted her.

“Are you . . . gay?”

Michelle let out her breath. So she’d seen that too. She shook her head slowly. “No, I mean . . . maybe . . . I don’t know.” She looked up at Kristi. “It just sort of happened . . . I can’t explain it.”

Kristi didn’t reply. Jake was coming up the ladder and grinned at them before taking another leap at the rope, this time catching it and swinging wide over the water before letting go and splashing in. They both watched him in silence then Kristi spoke without looking at Michelle.

“Do you . . . feel that way about me? I mean, have you been wanting to . . . do stuff with me, too?”

Michelle almost smiled, but shook her head slowly. “It wasn’t like that. It was never anything I really thought seriously about. When I met Angie, it was kind of like . . . we both sensed something; some kind of connection. She’s never done anything like that before either.”

Kristi nodded slowly. “I see. And what about our pact to talk before either of us did anything. Did that not mean anything to you?”

Michelle shook her head. “Kristi, I told you, it just happened. Neither of us planned it. And how was I supposed to talk to you about wanting to be with another girl? What would you have said?”

“Well, I guess I can understand that,” she conceded. “But what about Artie? I asked you if you liked him and you said only as a friend. Then I hear you were screwing him right here in the open the next day!”

Michelle felt another surge of adrenalin. Someone had seen her and Artie? This was starting to snowball. Who else knew? She stammered out, “I . . . I . . . that was . . .” She sighed. “You’re right, Kristi. I’m sorry.” She wanted to ask her who in hell told her, but decided that could wait a few minutes until they hopefully worked this out.

Kristi looked up at her. She took off her sunglasses and blinked in the bright sun. “So, you’re seeing Artie and Angie? And you guys were all there together, having sex! Don’t you think that’s a little weird?”

Michelle shrugged. “I suppose some people might see it like that.” She saw Kristi’s face darken and hastily added, “But it really isn’t that unusual. Lots of people have group sex with multiple partners. It’s really very exciting.”

Jake was climbing from the water again. He started toward them, but sensed they were having a serious discussion about something and decided he didn’t need to get involved. He ran off the bank again with a loud yell. Kristi absorbed what Michelle said and thought that it did sound kind of exciting. After all, what her and Jake had done in the woods had made her very excited, and that was nothing compared to what Michelle, Artie, Angie, and Steve were doing.

Michelle reached out to touch Kristi’s arm, then thought better of it and instead leaned on one elbow facing her. “So, . . . are we ok? Still friends?”

Kristi didn’t reply for a moment, then turned to her. “You really hurt me, Michelle. I thought we were best friends, and best friends don’t keep secrets.” Michelle hung her head and nodded.

“You’re right . . . there’s no excuse for what I did, and I’m truly sorry. I don’t want it to ruin our friendship. Can you please forgive me?”

Kristi thought for a moment, then nodded. “I don’t want that either, so I forgive you.” Michelle smiled and reached out for her hand, which Kristi hesitated before taking. She looked up and gave her a faint smile. “But I don’t want to catch you checking me out, got it?” Her smile widened and Michelle laughed, causing Kristi to laugh with her.

“Deal!” Michelle finally managed to get out.

They stopped laughing and settled back down to enjoy the sun, the tension broken. Michelle decided it was as good a time as any to ask her why she disliked Angie. “Kristi, you should really give Angie another chance. She really is a nice person and I know you’d like her if you got to know her a little.”

Kristi smiled but didn’t look over at her. “If you like her that much then I guess she must be ok. We just got off on the wrong foot, I guess.”

“Just give her a chance, ok? For me? Don’t make me choose between you because I don’t think I could.”

Kristi nodded and lifted her dark glasses to look over at Michelle. “Ok, I’ll try to be friends with your girlfriend.” She paused then grinned. “Fuck, that sounds weird!” They both laughed again and Michelle squeezed her hand.

“Thank you.”

Kristi decided that since she’d forced Michelle to come clean, she should too. She sat up on her elbows and made certain Jake was still in the creek, then sat up cross-legged facing Michelle. “The reason I was looking for you is because I needed to talk to you about something.” Michelle sat up. Kristi looked toward where Jake could be heard splashing around in the creek. “Jake and I are getting serious and he wants to . . . have sex.”

Michelle nodded, studying her face. “Are you ready for that?”

Kristi looked at her. “I don’t know. I think I am, and I’m definitely attracted to him, but it’s a big step, you know?” Michelle nodded understandingly. Kristi decided to tell her what they did. “We . . . kind of started to, but I stopped it. But we did do some stuff.”

“Like what?”

Kristi took a deep breath. “I . . . I let him . . . lick me,” she said, looking down in embarrassment. Michelle stared at her, shocked. She expected her to say she let him get to second base, maybe third, but not that! Kristi looked back up at her and smiled at her stunned expression. “Surprise,” she said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Michelle finally found her voice. “And . . . did you like it?”

Kristi’s face turned red but she nodded. “Yeah, I really did. He made me . . .”

“Cum?” Michelle offered.

Kristi nodded, looking away. “And that’s not all. I . . . I gave him a hand job. I even licked it.”

Michelle was once again taken aback. “Wow, I didn’t think you would ever want to do that.”

Kristi shrugged. “It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

Michelle smiled and shook her head. “I know what you mean. I kind of like doing it.”

Kristi looked up at her. “So you’ve done that?” Michelle nodded. “Did he ever . . . do it in your mouth?” Michelle paused before answering, but eventually nodded. Kristi’s face turned into a grimace of disgust. “Ewww! What does it taste like?”

She shrugged. “Kind of like . . . salty bananas,” she replied, trying to come up with something close Kristi might be able to relate to. “It’s not so bad once you get used to it.”

Kristi’s expression didn’t change much and Michelle decided to change the subject. “So, are you going to do it with Jake?”

“Well, I don’t know about doing that, but I’m thinking about the sex thing. I think I’m ready and I want to, but . . .” She looked up at Michelle. “Does it hurt much? Everyone tells me it does but I know I can trust you to tell me the truth.”

Michelle thought for a few seconds. “Yes, it does,” she replied, then added, “but only the first time. And I didn’t really get off the first time either, so don’t expect fireworks. But the next time . . .wow!”

Kristi looked away as if deep in thought, watching as Jake once more climbed up onto the bank, water dripping from his hair and streaming over his firm, suntanned skin. He paused and looked curiously at them, then turned and leapt into the water again. It was almost as if he knew he was the topic of their conversation and was content to leave them be. Kristi spoke without looking back at Michelle at first.

“I guess I’m ready, or as ready as I ever will be.” She turned to her friend, a nervous smile forming on her lips. “I can’t stay a virgin forever, right?”

Michelle returned her smile, but said in a serious tone, “Just be certain you’re ready.” She nodded toward the bank. “Jake is a great guy . . . and very hot . . .” Kristi’s smile turned into a red-faced grin. “ . . . it’s just that I just don’t want you to do anything you might regret later just because I did it. But if you’re sure, then I say go for it!” Her face broke into a wide grin and they began to giggle as Jake clambered back up onto the grass. This time, he picked up his towel and started toward them.

“What’s so funny?” he asked as he wiped the water from his face and body. He stopped next to Kristi and dropped his towel to the grass, then sat down on it, looking at them both with an amused grin.

The girls stopped giggling and exchanged a look before Kristi replied. “Oh, nothing, just girl talk.” She winked at Michelle, who returned it with a smile then stood up, looking at her watch.

“I really should be getting home,” she said with a sigh. “I promised Mom I’d have dinner ready when she got home from work.”

Kristi looked up at her, a brief look of panic in her eyes, then nodded. “Ok, Michelle. Will you be around tomorrow?”

Michelle pulled on her shorts and t-shirt. “Yeah, if it’s this hot again, I think I’ll be here around lunch time.”

“Cool,” Kristi answered. Jake moved closer to her, resting a hand on her bare leg. “If I don’t talk to you tonight, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They said their goodbyes and she pushed her bike into the woods and up the rough path toward the street. Her head swirled with the knowledge that Kristi now knew about their little sexual arrangement and she wondered just how long it would be before Jake found out. Not long, she figured, especially if he and Kristi were having sex. And what if Kristi got her back up about something, or decided that she just plain didn’t like Angie and wanted to do something to hurt her? Would their friendship be enough to keep her from blabbing their secret all over school, and eventually, the entire town? The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. This was starting to get out of control and something had to be done - right away. She began to pedal toward home. She had to let the others know as soon as possible.