ASL2: Chapter 33 "The Oath"

-- CHAPTER 33: The Oath --

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-- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 13, 2008 --

“Umm… Hi, guys… You're home early.” Summer blushed pink, her eyes darting back and forth between me and Dawn. “Weren’t you supposed to be going to Dawn’s house?”

I blinked twice, and then three times, and then like fifty times. Holy fuck Summer looked AMAZING naked. I mean, I had a pretty good idea of what she would look like naked, having seen her wearing tight spandex workout outfits pretty often and of course having witnessed the glory of her anatomically-perfect bosom a couple of times already in the last few months, not to mention that magical week back in high school. But her body had certainly developed quite a bit since high school, the end result of her hard work and dedication to exercise and nutrition. And even that brief time I’d accidentally walked in on Dawn fucking her while she’d been bound and blindfolded hadn’t given me the full head-to-toe view I was getting right now.

“We… uhhh…” Dawn muttered, seemingly just as stupefied as I was. That didn’t really make logical sense to me, in hindsight, given that she’d already seen both Summer and Adrienne naked plenty of times. She must’ve been more astonished by the sheer shock of finding them in bed together.

But I’d been stirred from my stupor by the sound of Dawn’s voice and I found my own. “Adrienne wasn’t texting me back,” I explained. “I started to get worried and had to come make sure she was alright.”

“Aww…” Summer visibly relaxed at my response and took on an expression of pleasant understanding, and whatever initial embarrassment she’d felt because of our sudden arrival now evaporated in a matter of moments. She brought her arm back out, shrugged at the idea of having been caught with a Ben Junior in her hand still glistening with Adrienne’s girlcum on it, and set the toy aside. “That’s so sweet. A.D. was just telling me about everything you’ve been doing for her the past week or so and how much it means to her. You really are such a great guy.”

“Uhhh… well…” I fumbled like an idiot, not sure how to handle that compliment at a time like this.

The spectacularly gorgeous redhead was still kneeling atop my bed, and as she felt the heat of my gaze traveling up and down her naked body, Summer grinned and actually posed prettily for me. Her hands slid up her sides, over her tits, along her neck, and finally into her hair. Her fingers combed upwards through her copper-red hair from the inside along her scalp and outwards to her tips. Spreading her arms out in a high V-shape, she let her silky tresses cascade back down over her shoulders. And while flashing me a saucy grin, she shook her head to send her long locks into motion.

“Oh, HELL yeah…” Dawn breathed as her hands immediately went to the back of her dress. A moment later, her shimmering blue-gray evening gown puddled to the floor, and she was already working on the clasp of her white bra.

“Whoa-whoa-whoa!” I interrupted with a double-armed wave.

Dawn froze with her hands behind her back. “What?”

“We’re not joining them!”

“Why not?!?”

“Because! We… you and me… we need to TALK.”

“We will. I promise. Later.”

I shot her a glare that silently said, ‘Dawn, I’m serious!’

She glared right back, silently saying, Duh. I know. But come ON!

‘You and I BOTH know what happened tonight with Dalton and Penny isn’t something I’m just gonna forget about!’

I’m not asking you to FORGET. I promise we’ll talk about it. AFTER. I mean… LOOK AT THEM!

Adrienne was still sweaty and disheveled, panting in the aftermath of an outstanding orgasm. Her naked body was a work of art that would’ve made the Ancient Greek Sculptors cry in shame for their inability to replicate her beauty in stone.

Summer was still smiling invitingly at both of us, practically trembling with eager anticipation. She could sense that we were finally… finally… FINALLY here. Her nude form was different from Adrienne’s: more akin to a professional athlete than a lingerie model, though I knew Adrienne had to work out like a fiend with a personal trainer to maintain her magazine-ready figure. They were different is all I’m trying to say, though I wouldn’t attempt to otherwise compare which figure was better.

And then there was Dawn. She’d slipped off her bra and now tugged down her panties. Save for her high heels, she was as naked as the other two, with a well-toned body that perfectly hit the sweet spot between Adrienne’s boner-inducing curves and Summer’s athleticism. I wouldn’t attempt to rank any of the three against each other.

Dawn’s voice was practically thundering in my head by now. You’ve made me wait this fucking long already, buster! Do NOT make me wait AGAIN!!!

Everyone in the room already knew my answer, even if the other two couldn’t hear the question. Still, I made one last ditch plea with my eyes. ‘You promise you’ll talk to me about Penny and Dalton?’

Dawn nodded as she kept her high heels on, squatted before me, and started working on my formal dress slacks.

I promise.

****

There were a million questions that should’ve been running through my mind. How had Summer come to be in my house tonight? Under what circumstances had she and Adrienne wound up naked and having sex in my bed? Was this the first time they’d had intimate contact with each other since a few teasing kisses in high school? And what had Summer done differently to get through Adrienne’s shell and coax her into rejoining the world of the sexual activity?

How was Adrienne feeling? Was she actually at peace with the break-up or was she trying to bury her true emotions? Was this purely a physical release after mourning Sasha for the past week and a half, or was there something more to it? Dawn had long claimed that Summer wasn’t “into girls” that way, but I knew Adrienne was. So was something romantic blossoming between the two of them or was this just a couple of old friends making each other feel better?

These questions didn’t even touch on the Dawn/Penny/Dalton thing. These questions, and questions addressing the others, SHOULD have been running through my mind, but they weren’t.

There was no room, you see. My mind was full. My mind was full of ecstasy and excitement. All I could think of, really, were two things: First, the absolutely exquisite pleasure my best friend was producing in my prick as she bobbed her head back and forth, gagging herself while rolling her sky-blue eyes up to search for visible approval in my blissful expression. And second, the incredible sight of world-famous supermodel Adrienne-fucking-Dennis facedown and eating out luscious redhead Summer MacIntosh in the middle of my bed.

From the way Summer stared at the three of us, one after the other, I gathered that her mind was pretty full as well. I didn’t need some mystical link to read the intense sexual arousal in her eyes as she watched Dawn fucking her own face on my cock, repeatedly impaling her own throat and making loud gagging noises. Seriously, Dawn had enjoyed deep-throating me as much as any girl over the years, but my best friend was being extra-sloppy and extra-aggressive right now. I figured she was ridonkulously horny in anticipation of FINALLY getting the threesome she’d wanted for so long (plus Adrienne!) and really wanted to put on a show.

But Summer’s attention wasn’t only on Dawn. She spent a whole lot of time staring down at Adrienne as the bodaciously busty blonde ate her out with a fury. Near as I could tell, the two old high school friends had only gotten as far as Summer’s seduction of Adrienne when Dawn and I busted in, so this would be the very first time Adrienne was tasting Summer’s sweetness direct from the source. Adrienne was ravenous and quite possibly showing off. Summer was moaning and groaning and entangling her fingers in Adrienne’s hair. But every so often, Summer would turn her attention to me.

As much as Summer was enjoying Adrienne’s oral stimulation, she knew the whole idea was to prepare the way for me. And as much as I was enjoying Dawn’s messy blowjob, I knew the whole idea was to prepare me for Summer as well. As soon as it became clear that I wasn’t going to protest any further and that Dawn and I would indeed be joining in, we all knew I’d be fucking Summer first. Dawn had been quick to help me recharge after I’d busted my first nut straight into June’s gullet after making Kim cum on my cock, and Adrienne had been happy to reciprocate Summer’s cunnilingus, but I think all four of us were eagerly anticipating the main event.

Summer, more than anyone.

Summer watched Dawn noisily gagging herself and watched Adrienne showing off her talented tongue, but every time she fixed her royal-blue eyes on me I saw the longing of seven-and-a-half years in her gaze. She’d been dreaming of this moment for a long, long time, and I found myself rather thankful June had taken the edge off by pulling a load out of me in the limo. I was pretty pumped up at the prospect of finally plundering Summer’s pretty pussy, and it would’ve been embarrassing for me to end up being premature.

“He’s gonna feel so fucking huge in you when he finally gets it in you,” Adrienne growled with waggling eyebrows in-between licks. “You want it bad, don’t you? You need him in you. He was just a boy the last time you felt him take you, but he’s all MAN now. After all this time, you’re finally gonna get what has the rest of us singing his praises.”

“Finally,” Summer breathed. “I’ve been waiting so long. Don’t make me wait any longer, please?”

Adrienne bore down harder, really wriggling her face in Summer’s crotch. But after making the moaning redhead… well… moan… she took one last lick and glanced up at me. “Go get ‘er, Tiger.”

It was time.

Dawn gagged herself one last time, to the point of making tears track down her cheeks, and I wondered if there wasn’t a deeper explanation for her actions tonight than just being super turned-on. Like, was she punishing herself or something? I didn’t know and I didn’t have time to find out right now. Dawn pulled off my prick, gave me a pat on the ass, and turned me towards the bed.

Summer sat up a little straighter at my approach, and Adrienne pulled her face out of the redhead’s bare-shaven crotch. This wasn’t the first time Adrienne had prepared the way for me, and I knew from past experience that she’d primed Summer at the precipice of orgasm but not actually pushed her over. The best Big Ben AND A.D. Experiences always had the girl’s first orgasm with my big dick entering her quivering box, and I could already tell this one would be no different. Summer’s entire body was trembling like a crack addict in need of a fix. Her mouth was gaping open and she panted shallowly. Her eyes were big in eager anticipation. And she started whimpering as I crawled over her naked body.

There was no time to waste on muttered endearments or whispered statements of affection. The lingering effects of Adrienne’s attention would only last for a few seconds, so I quickly notched my angry purple cockhead into position and then bent my face to Summer’s. She puckered up as if expecting a kiss, but I stopped myself an inch away. I gazed down into her open eyes, seeing both the lustful desire and vulnerable anxiety within. I watched her eyes as I lowered my pelvis, noting the exact moment she felt my thick pressure separate her folds and begin to burrow in. Summer’s trembling stopped as her entire body clenched up. Her hands gripped my upper arms as her thighs clamped against my hips. I paused then, letting her initial surge of tension pass. And then as soon as her body started to relax, I thrust IN, burying myself to the root all at once.

And she came.

****

To this day, there’s a two-minute long gap in Summer’s memory she still cannot explain. She didn’t pass out, of that I’m certain. She kept screaming and moaning and thrashing beneath me, and I’ve never heard of a person doing that while unconscious. Her eyes also never fully closed, although her eyeballs did seem to be wobbling around in random directions like loose marbles while her eyelids kept fluttering.

But eventually she blinked a few times and her irises started to line back up.

“She’s coming around,” Adrienne muttered quietly.

“Hey, Summer…” Dawn said soothingly from her spot by the headboard. She had one hand slowly stroking Summer’s forehead and hair. “You alright?”

“Ohmigawd… That was… that was… I can’t even…” Summer groaned, closing her eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath before opening them again and looking up at me. She then clenched her inner muscles experimentally. “I feel so fucking FULL.”

Adrienne laughed. “I know. I love it. I mean, he really enjoys it when I’m on top so he can watch these big boobies bouncing while I’m riding him. But my favorite is to be pinned down beneath his weight, feeling that sense of fullness deep within. It’s like there’s an emptiness inside me in a very specific shape, like a keyhole, and only Ben’s dick is the perfect fit to make me complete.”

Summer smiled dreamily for a moment. But then her eyes suddenly sharpened, and she started to sit up. “Ohmigawd, A.D.! You told me you haven’t been with him since Bora Bora. YOU should’ve gone first! Ben, pull out so she can--”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Adrienne laughed and put her hand on Summer’s shoulder to get the redhead to lie back down. “I’ve survived having gone a couple of weeks without feeling him deep inside me and a few minutes more won’t kill me. But YOU have been waiting a lot longer than me.”

“Seven years and six months, give or take a few hours.” Summer’s eyelids fluttered again before she sighed and reached up to caress my face while smirking as she thought about it. “Seven years, five months, twenty-nine days, and like… five hours?”

Adrienne and Dawn giggled.

“You were worth the wait.” Summer added.

I stroked her hair back. “We’ve barely gotten started.”

“It gets even better,” Dawn added.

“Oh my gawd you guys,” Summer breathed. “That first one was intense. I’m not sure I can handle even better.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll manage just fine,” Adrienne assured her. “The first one is always a little overwhelming, but you do get used to it.”

“Nnngh…” Summer groaned as I had retracted several inches and then smoothly pumped all the way into her again. Her eyelids fluttered once more and she stared up at me. “I’m not sure I ever want to get used to it.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong. Ben’s not a tame rollercoaster you’re gonna get bored of after you’ve ridden it a few times,” Adrienne clarified. “He’s more like skydiving: even if you’ve been before, it’s never NOT an adrenaline rush.”

“Shit-shit-shit,” Summer groaned, already climbing another peak. She let go of my upper arms and flung her hands back as I started thrusting into her a little harder. Dawn took one of them and bent to tenderly kiss Summer’s wrist.

Adrienne glanced up at Dawn. “She’s gonna cum again within what, two minutes?”

Dawn made a face. “One and a half, I think. He could probably get it under sixty seconds if you really want him to.”

“Oh, I’m not rushing him. Let him do his thing. I’m not trying to bet on this stuff.”

I glanced up at both of them. “Can you two NOT talk about us right now as if we weren’t right in front of you?”

Dawn giggled and gestured with her eyes. “Let’s leave them alone for a bit. Summer’s been waiting a long time for this.”

“Haven’t YOU been waiting a long time to have a threesome with them both?”

Dawn shrugged. “I can wait a little longer. They deserve to have each other this first time without distractions. And it’s been a couple of weeks since I got to play with you.”

“Ooh, yay!” Adrienne slipped off the bed to one side and Dawn slipped off the other. I heard footsteps, and I figured they were actually leaving the room. Moments later, I heard my bedroom door latch click shut and the sounds of their giggles began to fade.

I’d stopped thrusting for a minute and gazed down at my new (old?) lover. Summer was beaming up at me, achingly gorgeous and looking happier than ever. Her copper-red hair haloed around her head (that part was definitely new), a stark contrast to my white bedsheets. And she circled her arms around my neck and shoulders while raising her legs and crossing her ankles behind my back.

“Hey, Ben,” she greeted me sweetly as if we were seeing each other again for the first time in a long time. “It’s been a while.”

I knew she wasn’t talking about the 24-hour period since we’d seen each other when I’d picked up Adrienne from Lynne’s apartment last night after basketball.

This was her… and me… together again… for the first time in seven years, five months, twenty-nine days, and about five hours?

All of a sudden, both of us were back in Summer’s childhood bedroom, arm-in-arm and gazing adoringly into each other’s eyes. She touched my cheek with one hand and then leaned forward, softly pressing her lips to mine.

We kissed gently, tenderly. Our two bodies remained fully enjoined together, but there was no rush to get back to the fucking. Had they made any, both Dawn and Adrienne would’ve lost their bets about how long it would take for Summer to get to her next orgasm, because she and I spent the next five minutes doing nothing but making love with our mouths.

Summer tilted her head and opened her mouth. My hands slid behind her head and held her to me as I probed with my tongue. We kissed and probed and pulled apart to kiss again at a slightly different angle. Her hands slid through my hair, she took a few pauses to stop and stare into my eyes. And during one such pause, I felt like time came to a stop for a few moments, neither of us daring to breathe.

It wasn’t love at first sight, or even second sight or fiftieth sight or however many times you might want to call it. Rather, I saw something in her eyes – a sense of hope, a sense of trust. Lynne and Dawn had told me how much some of her past boyfriends had hurt her – both emotionally and physically. I saw a touch of fear in her eyes that made her scared to fall in love with me just in case I might turn out like them, but just a touch. Much stronger were the hope and trust… and… longing… in her eyes. The dreamer in her wanted to believe I could be the man who would actually keep her safe and happy. I stared right back at her reassuringly, promising that I would never hurt her like they had. And as she felt me holding her in my strong embrace, I could feel her inner light brighten to the point that she practically glowed.

Summer grabbed my head and started kissing me again, this time harder and with increasing passion. She whimpered and moaned as our tongues touched and then we were breathing heavily through our noses as our kisses built and built into a full-blown heavy makeout session like a couple of high school teenagers.

For a brief moment, though, I felt a dark cloud of doubt creep around the edges of my consciousness. I remembered only too well the heartache I’d felt that last day we were together at the end of high school finals. I could feel right now the love and caring I’d felt for this precious young woman more than seven years ago, but also the angst I’d felt knowing that ours was a relationship that couldn’t be. She was going off to UCLA and I’d been staying in high school. Knowing how much she could end up falling in love with me - how much I could end up falling in love with her - she’d made me promise not to visit her anymore.

That wasn’t the case anymore, but just because there was no longer some imminent separation looming over us, I wasn’t quite ready to jump in head over heels. Summer and I were both incredibly attracted to each other, of that I was absolutely certain. The effort I’d gone to avoid her was telling, both of how much I wanted her and how much I didn’t want to want her. Dawn was right: I’d been making up shit about Destiny and some Higher Power railroading me into a relationship I didn’t want when in reality, she was just a blast from my past who had happened to show up needing a fresh start around the same time I’d come to this nexus in my varied romantic relationships.

While I’d technically been single ever since calling off my engagement with Adrienne, anyone who knew me knew I was intimately involved with the various women in my life. I’d been fearful to lose those relationships, terrified of getting spread too thin and ultimately letting any of them down. While I’d done my best to get over that fear and opening myself up to new experiences and new possibilities like visiting the Tri-Delts and now hooking up with Eve, I’d still consciously held myself back from forming truly intimate relationships. Kirstie Holland had clearly been crushing on me, but I hadn’t given her an inch of my heart and kept our relationship strictly sexual. Nora Cavaday had shown some inclination to get to know each other better, but I’d likewise kept her at arm’s length. At least with them, the Schenke Twins, and Eve, I knew for sure I could keep my emotions in check. I was attracted to them all, certainly, but I had no fear of falling in love with one of them.

Not like with Summer.

Our relationship could never be casual the way it was with the Tri-Delts or June’s little sister. Starting something with her – and to be clear, we were definitely starting something now – would mean me opening my heart up again for the very first time in a long, long time, and that thought terrified the hell out of me.

Was I ready to fall in love again?

Would it be a betrayal of Dawn, Adrienne, DJ, and Sasha for me to fall in love again?

Did I even WANT to fall in love again?

If we continued, Summer would start to have a much larger presence in my life. I could tell she was a tender and yet needy person who would want to spend more and more time with me. But the hours in a day are a zero-sum game. Time cannot be added, stretched, or otherwise manipulated. My spending more time with Summer might ultimately work in Dawn’s favor, and could result in me and my best friend being together more, not less. But what about everyone else in my life?

Didn’t Kim have little enough quality time with the father of her son as it was?

What about June’s puppy love? Didn’t she deserve better than for me to put her in the “little sister” zone? She’d finally discovered the joy of waking up in my arms and seemed interested in doing so more in the future. What would happen to those opportunities if I started down a romantic path with Summer?

What about Eden’s dedication to me? She really WAS my little sister and therefore belonged in the “little sister” zone, but didn’t my “secret girlfriend” deserve better from me? If Summer and I started spending more nights and weekends together, it could only mean less time for her.

And where the hell would Adrienne be in all this? She’d moved out of her city apartment to stay with me in my bedroom. Sasha had talked about leaving San Francisco to travel the world, but until that happened, Adrienne didn’t have anywhere else to go. She’d assured me she wouldn’t try to get me back on the rebound, and her willingness to walk out the door with Dawn seemed to indicate she was serious about that. But despite this positive turn in her emotional health, I knew she’d still need me – need her Rock – for a while still to come.

I’d once dismissively referred to Summer’s arrival at Berkeley being a case of perfect timing, but coming so soon after Adrienne and Sasha’s break-up (and even whatever had happened tonight with Dawn), the timing kinda sucked, actually. This WASN’T a good time for me to be contemplating a new relationship, and yet I didn’t really have a choice.

You can’t un-fuck a cunt, you see.

All of these thoughts and more raced through my brain as the makeout session increased in passion and ultimately transformed into more. Within minutes, Summer and I were lustily fucking each other, our two athletically-toned bodies crashing into each other over and over again. Even with half of my mind dwelling on these doubts, the other half was all I really needed to work my Sex God magic on her. Summer’s playbook was a bit old and a bit out of date, but once I metaphorically blew the dust off the cover and started reading my notes, it all started coming back to me. Her body had matured and her sexual triggers weren’t exactly the same, but the playbook needed only minor updating for me to begin stimulating her senses and titillating her perceptions as I started pushing her back up that climactic peak.

At first, she tried to give back as good as she got, working her inner muscles around my pumping prick and crunching her abdominals to meet my heavy thrusts. But as the pleasure built and her involuntary reactions started to overwhelm the voluntary ones, she found herself unable to fully control her own body, and her eyes got wide as she stared up at me.

“Ohmigawd… What are you doing to me? It’s so good. It’s too good.” She grimaced as if in pain and her head started flopping around the bed beneath me.

I just bore down with my pelvic bone to really grind down on her clit.

“Oh, Ben! I can’t… I’ve never… How are you DOING this to me? I… I…” Summer clenched her eyes shut and threw her head back, finally howling, “IIIIYYYYYAAAAAHHHHH!!!”

Summer definitely liked rough sex. The harder I hammered her, the hotter she got. By this point I was taking full-length lunges, pulling almost all the way out before slamming it all back in. I didn’t stop even when she started climaxing, continuing to pound the hell out of her to maximize her pleasure.

“YYYYYAAAAAHHHHH!!!” she howled again.

“YYYYYAAAAAHHHHH!!!” she howled one more time.

And then she went limp.

But I didn’t stop.

Instead, I twisted Summer’s body onto her left hip and pulled my right leg over her left one. This put our bodies at a perpendicular angle to each other, as if our asses were forming a plus-sign as I kept right on hammering the hell out of her. This also made it easy for me to manhandle her incredible breasts with my right hand and fondle her ass with my left. And her next climax came when I wormed my middle finger through her anus.

Finally, I pulled out, flipped Summer over onto all fours, and dragged her shapely booty back towards me. It was an easy matter for me to re-center myself and slam myself back in, and if you thought I’d been pounding her hard before, I started PULVERIZING her cutie patootie now.

Summer started screaming as her arms buckled and she went face-down into the mattress. On impulse, I spanked her right asscheek. She squealed and came immediately. I spanked her left asscheek, and then her right asscheek, and then spanked them both at the same time.

She came again.

I planted my left hand on the back of her head, pinning her in place while I sawed my big dick in and out of her spasming cunt while she screamed bloody murder. I heard the door open and the footsteps of people coming back in. Cognizant that we now had an audience, I put on a performance as I blasted my pelvis off Summer’s beautiful butt over and over again. I grabbed her tits and used them as handholds to yank her back at me. I spanked her ass several more times, mashed her face down into the mattress, and jammed my thumb into her ass. She screamed and shrieked at the top of her lungs while I plundered her poor pussy. And when she started cumming AGAIN, I finally bellowed and slammed my entire body forward one final time.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” I roared in ecstatic conquest.

Summer’s legs collapsed, and together we fell down. I wound up pancaking her body beneath mine even as my big dick erupted great gouts of white-hot lava into her welcoming body. And even after both our bodies came to rest, my hips twitched and recoiled, firing off another few rounds.

Dawn let me rest for all of three seconds. Then before I knew what was going on, my best friend was yanking me out of Summer’s saturated snatch and rolling me over like a discarded ragdoll.

She likewise rolled Summer over onto her back right next to me, so that I wound up face-to-face with the disheveled, well-fucked redhead. Summer smiled at me, weary but deeply satisfied, and she reached a hand up to my cheek with the same kind of tenderness she’d shown way back in the beginning. I kissed her softly for a moment, but only for a moment. I would’ve kept kissing her, but Summer was the one who had to tear her mouth away and squeal as Dawn started hoovering out my sperm.

Summer moaned and thrashed for about a minute while Dawn’s sucking mouth slurped up my spending. The redhead gasped in relief when Dawn finally stopped, but her eyes got big a second later as my best friend crawled over the big-titted babe’s body. Dawn didn’t kiss her, not right away. Instead, my best friend gave me a pixie wink and gaped her mouth open, showing me the pool of semen she’d collected on her tongue. And then Dawn kept her jaw open, “baby birding” my spunk to let it slowly dribble down onto Summer’s open waiting mouth.

THEN Dawn started kissing her.

Meanwhile, I glanced up and found Adrienne sitting by my side. She reached down to rub my leg and give me a brilliant smile.

Adrienne glanced over at the other two and asked, “Hey Summer? Want to slurp his creampie out of me and baby bird his jizz back the way Dawn just did?”

Summer broke her kiss and stared up at Adrienne through heavy-lidded eyes full of arousal, while Dawn pivoted to kiss her way down Summer’s neck and chest instead. “Oh, fuck yeah…”

“We need to get him hard again. Want me and Dawn to help teach you Tiger’s favorite blowjob techniques?”

Summer’s eyes glittered as Dawn latched onto a perky nipple and started suckling. While cradling her BFF’s head to her bosom, she stared back at Adrienne and just as lustfully repeated, “Oh, fuck yeah…”

Adrienne smirked down at me. “You’re such a lucky sonovabitch, you know that?”

I smirked right back. “I’m gonna tell Mom you called her a bitch.”

Adrienne snorted and slid off the side of the bed so she could bend over my lap while Summer rolled up onto one elbow and stared at my crotch eagerly.

Dawn sat up straighter and looked over at Adrienne. “You can get his next load so Summer can slurp out her first creampie, but we are NOT ending this night until I can feel Ben pounding me while I’ve got my face in Summer’s crotch, got it? Ooh, and I want him in my ass.”

Adrienne grinned at me. “Definitely a lucky sonovabitch.”

I grinned right back. “Agreed.”

****

It was getting close to midnight by the time Dawn and I crawled into Kim’s bed.

You read that right: Kim’s bed.

After Adrienne and Dawn coached Summer through giving me a perfect blowjob, I wound up fucking Adrienne face-to-face with her legs thrown over my shoulders, although I didn’t give her Summer’s creampie just yet. See, after Adrienne came to a screaming orgasm, Dawn flopped onto her back and spread her legs open invitingly, so I pulled out of Adrienne and plugged into my best friend instead.

Of course, by the time I gave Dawn a screaming orgasm, Summer was on her back with her legs spread open invitingly, so I pulled out of Dawn and plugged into her instead.

That’s when Adrienne stepped off the side of the bed and bent herself over at the waist. After Summer screamed her satisfaction, I stepped off the bed and started rutting away at her, and within seconds both Dawn and Summer were lined up and bent over the mattress as well. I started switching back and forth between them having a grand ol’ time. But when I felt my orgasm approaching, I parked my dick in Adrienne’s penis garage and pounded her pretty pussy until I poured it full of creamy cum.

Summer giddily slurped out my spending and baby birded my sticky sperm back to Adrienne, starting up a brand-new makeout session. Dawn went after my half-hard prick and started getting me ready to sodomize her.

I wondered if the three busty bombshells would continue having me trade off even after we started on anal sex. But to my mild surprise, both Adrienne and Summer opted out. Both of them seemed pretty tired, actually. Adrienne hadn’t been eating well for nearly two weeks now and her energy levels were down. Summer just seemed worn out after almost two hours of non-stop sex. While she could handle the cardiovascular exertion, she wasn’t used to the constant stimulation overload like the others were.

Still, Summer was happy to recline against my headboard and gently rub Dawn’s hair while her bestie ate her out. My bestie was in seventh heaven finally getting the threesome she’d always wanted, munching on Summer’s bare-shaven muff while my big dick sawed in and out of her snug backdoor.

Adrienne sat in the desk chair for a while, catching her breath. But after a few moments, she finally knelt beside me on the bed, fed me her nipples, and cradled my head while whispering endearments like, “I love you, Tiger. Thank you for taking care of me. You’re my Rock and I’ll love you forever.”

In the end, I flooded Dawn’s colon with cock cream and Adrienne finished the cycle of creampies by slurping out my spending and baby birding it back to Dawn. After that, we found that all four of us couldn’t fit in the shower together and so Dawn and Adrienne volunteered to go downstairs to the other bathroom to let me and Summer have a moment alone.

My new (old?) redheaded lover and I were pretty quiet, actually, all things considered. Although I figured we’d both consider this first time having sex in more than seven years a smashing success, it still remained to be seen where we’d go from here. None of my niggling doubts had been resolved yet, and neither of us knew where our feelings would ultimately lead us. The timing really did suck, and now that the urgent need to FUCK had been washed away in a tidal wave of satisfactory pleasure, we were both left with nothing but a metric ton of uncertainty.

Huddled in my arms beneath the shower’s spray, Summer looked up at me with sad eyes and asked, “What happens to us now?”

I took a deep breath, tried to give her as reassuring a look as I could, and said, “I don’t know yet. But we’ll figure it out together, alright?”

She didn’t seem particularly reassured, but nodded her acquiescence.

I squeezed her and added, “I mean that. I won’t keep you at arm’s length anymore. We’ll figure it out.”

She gave me a hopeful smile, although tinged with that touch of fear I’d seen in her eyes back in the beginning. I leaned in and started kissing her, which definitely made her relax. She then let me soap up her spectacular naked body, and I certainly had fun doing so, but we exited shortly after and returned to my bedroom.

Adrienne and Dawn didn’t come upstairs for another few minutes, and they were giggling enough that I figured they’d gotten each other off one more time in the shower. Adrienne seemed excited by fitting all four of us into my bed, but I gave Dawn a significant look, and my best friend took a deep breath before explaining, “Actually, Ben and I need to have a little chat. Alone.”

Summer immediately blanched. “About me?”

“What? No, of course not,” Dawn insisted. “You’re good. We’re good. I’ve wanted you two to hook up like this for a long, long time. And Adrienne’s good with this too, right?”

“Absolutely,” Adrienne agreed. “You two have been dancing around each other long enough, and I know how much reconnecting with him has meant to you. I’m glad he’s finally pulled his head out of his ass and let you in. Wait, that came out wrong…”

Everyone chuckled at that.

Summer had been cuddled up against my side, both of us still naked, but she sat up now and looked down at me. “I should probably go home then.”

“No, please stay,” Adrienne interjected. When the three of us looked over at her, she blushed and explained, “If Ben and Dawn need to have a private conversation, would you please stay and keep me company? I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

Summer smiled warmly at her old friend. “Of course!”

So that’s how Dawn and I ended up moving over to Kim’s bedroom. Adrienne and Summer offered to leave (it WAS my room after all), but I insisted that Adrienne would feel most comfortable in my bed, and the plan was for me and Dawn to return once we were done talking. I put on some pajamas and Dawn had a few sets of clothing stashed at my place as well from her frequent visits. We never knew when she might get the urge to spend the night and then have to rush off to class the next morning.

I parked myself in the middle of Kim’s bed reclining on a few pillows and opened up my arm for Dawn to snuggle in. She did so with a bit of a nervous smile, pillowed her head on my chest, and took a few deep breaths to collect herself. We’d kicked this particular can down the road a bit tonight, drowning ourselves in pleasure and pussy for a couple of hours. But neither of us had forgotten the circumstances under which we’d abruptly left the party.

I stroked Dawn’s hair while she gathered her thoughts. This was one of those moments when despite our mystical link, I had no idea what was running through her mind. I didn’t know if that was because she was closing herself off to me or perhaps she had no idea what was going through her mind, either. But eventually she squeezed me tighter and I knew she was about to speak.

“I would never have slept with Dalton,” she told me quietly.

“But you wanted to,” I replied evenly.

“No, I didn’t.”

I sighed and took a deep breath. “I saw your face the moment he first came out onto the terrace. You wanted to.”

Dawn took a few deep breaths rather than reply to that statement immediately. Instead of answering me directly, she wound up asking a question of her own. “When you see Brandi looking all hot and sexy, with her tight little tushie on display for you, don’t you immediately think, ‘Hot damn I wanna fuck that’?”

“Well… yes…” I admitted.

“But you don’t act on it, do you?”

“Because she’s committed herself to Jared.”

“And I’ve committed myself to you.”

“You’re not my girlfriend.”

“The word ‘girlfriend’ is a title I don’t give a shit about anymore. I know who I am and I know what we mean to each other. I swore to never touch another man again for the rest of my life and I meant every word of it.”

“Some days I’d rather you didn’t.”

“Wait, did you WANT me to have sex with Dalton tonight? So you could get a piece of Penny or something?”

“What? No. That’s not what this is about at all.”

“Then what IS it about?”

“It’s about making you happy. I know you. I know the urges you get deep inside. I saw the look on your face when you saw Dalton, and I don’t like the idea of you trying to bury those impulses out of some misguided sense of fidelity to me.”

Dawn sat up straight and turned to look at me face-to-face. “How in the world is me pledging my fidelity to you misguided? I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. What part of ‘Til death do us part’ do you not understand?”

“I understand the concept of you pledging your fidelity to me just fine.” I took a deep breath and grimaced. “It’s trusting you not to let me down that I’m having a harder time with.”

Dawn’s shoulders slumped. “So that’s it. Even after everything I’ve been through, even after all my promises, you still don’t trust me. Seriously, Ben? Haven’t we talked about this enough already? What else do I need to do to prove it to you?”

“I don’t know. There’s nothing you CAN do.”

Dawn’s eyes narrowed as she read something in my inflection. “Nothing I ‘CAN’ do? That implies you think there IS something that could be done, only you don’t think that I’M capable of it.”

I winced. “That’s not what I meant.”

But Dawn pounced. “Yes it is. You can’t lie to me, Ben.”

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and looked over to the side. Dawn followed my gaze, which happened to be in the direction of my bedroom, narrowed her eyes, and cocked her head to the side. “You trust Adrienne. You trust her because you know she’s a lesbian who doesn’t get cravings to get pounded by multiple dicks. Unlike me.”

I raised both eyebrows. “You trying to convince me you don’t still get cravings to get pounded by multiple dicks?”

The way Dawn abruptly averted her eyes was answer enough.

I took a deep breath and sighed. “I’m not asking you to stop having cravings.”

“Like hell you aren’t.”

“You are who you are. I accepted that a long time ago. You’re a sexual creature who gets these urges and I don’t hold those against you.”

“Like hell you don’t.”

I sighed and let my shoulders sag. “Well you were right about me thinking this wasn’t something you’re capable of. You are who you are, and people can’t control their thoughts.”

“So I’m tainted. Stained. Contaminated beyond all hope. You can’t trust me, and I can’t be trusted. Might as well sew a scarlet letter ‘A’ into my clothing.”

“Dawn…”

“No, no. I royally fucked up our relationship, and you can never look at me the same way again.”

“Please stop being melodramatic.”

Dawn huffed and bit her lip.

“I love you,” I reassured her. “You’re the air I breathe and I want you to stay in my life forever. ‘Til death do us part.”

“But…”

“I just…” My voice trailed off.

“You don’t trust my commitment to you.”

“I DO trust your commitment to me. I DO believe that we’ll be together forever. I love our relationship the way it is right now with exactly ONE hang-up and one hang-up only: this promise… this oath of Ben-sexual mono-dick fidelity.”

“I still fail to see how me swearing to never touch another man except you is a BAD thing.”

“You attempting to artificially restrain yourself is a bad thing. You have a habit of defaulting to Perfect Dawn impulses that pigeonhole you into trying to be better than I really need you to be. You end up telling me things like, ‘I’m not going to start having sex with Summer,’ and then a week and a half later I walk in on you riding her. You make me promises that go against your nature because you think they’ll make me feel better, and then I know they stress you out trying to keep them. Like this one about maintaining mono-dick Ben-ogamy. I saw how turned on you were tonight. When Penny first made her crack about her passing out from too many drinks and you picking up the slack, I saw the flash in your eyes. You were imagining me and Dalton sandwiching you front and back at the same time.”

Dawn scowled and averted her eyes again.

“He’s your type, I get it. I like busty blondes, and you like tall, well-built men. That’s perfectly normal. It’s perfectly normal and understandable for you to feel that tingle in your loins at the mere sight of a guy like that. Dalton’s a hunk, I get it, and I don’t blame you for having idle thoughts like that.”

“But you’d prefer I didn’t. That’s one reason why you don’t have any guy friends. Ben keeps all the toys to himself.”

I sighed. “You know I thought about that too. It’s not that I’m opposed to having guy friends, and you’d think that being constantly surrounded by a bevy of buxom beauties at all times would lend itself to a lot more dudes wanting to hang around in my orbit. But then again, perhaps it’s because the particular buxom beauties who hang around in my orbit constantly sing praises of my bedroom prowess and insist that they’ve been ruined for all other men has something to do with why guys never seem to stick around. In fact, it sometimes feels like the only men who ever DO stick around do so for one reason and one reason only: to have sex with you.”

“WHAT?”

“Ryan, Jaron, Nick…” I shrugged. “Even Bert and Andrew, in a way. And I started to wonder if Dalton would be next.”

Dawn shook her head. “I don’t need a Dalton, or a Ryan or a Jaron or Nick or even Bert or Andrew. You’re the air -I- breathe. All I need is you, although I won’t say no to a couple of hot babes wearing strap-on Ben Juniors.”

I gave her a wan smile. “How long are girls with Ben Juniors gonna keep you satisfied? I know you have those cravings, and I admit I wouldn’t mind if you never had them. But you do, and I accepted that, and I was perfectly fine with our agreement at the end of the last school year for you to indulge in those cravings on rare occasions in situations I could handle with guys like Nick and Andrew - guys who would treat you well, guys I can trust.”

“But you’d still prefer if I never indulged, hence my promise.”

“(A) I want you HAPPY, and you can’t convince me you’ll be happier living the rest of your life never getting just a little bit extra every now and again. (B) I don’t want you stressing yourself out trying to be more perfect than you’re meant to be. And (A) plus (B) equals (C): the longer you go without getting that little bit extra the more you’re gonna crave it, and the more you’re gonna stress yourself out trying to force yourself into being more perfect than -I- need you to be!”

Dawn’s eyes narrowed. “If we were married, would you trust me to be a hundred percent faithful then?”

I blinked and pulled my head back for a moment. “What?”

“I’m serious. I told you before that lots of people get married and make these pledges of fidelity every day. That doesn’t mean they stop having cravings. It means they choose to refrain from indulging in those cravings because it’s what’s best for their relationships. If the only way for you to finally trust me about this is if we get married, well then fuck, maybe we SHOULD get married!”

I frowned. “You’re not serious.”

“As a heart attack.”

“This feels like a very weird proposal.”

“Well at this point, if it gets the job done, I really don’t care if it doesn’t make for the most romantic story we can tell our kids.”

I shook my head. “I have a different proposal.”

“What’s that?”

“You take back your oath of one-dick fidelity.”

“WHAT?”

“I’m serious. I want you to take it back.”

“You WANT me to fuck somebody else?”

“No, of course not. Well, kinda…”

“Oh my fucking GAWD, Ben.”

“I can’t stop thinking about it, especially after tonight. I can’t stop worrying about when you’ll finally cave to your desires and it’s stressing me the fuck out.”

“Seriously, babe, you need to stop worrying. You need to stop stressing about it. I made you a promise and I’m NOT taking it back.”

“I want to believe you.”

“Then BELIEVE me. I LOVE you, and only you. You are my Alpha and Omega. My life begins and ends with you, and I will NOT do anything to jeopardize our relationships ever again! You hear me?”

“I hear you…”

Dawn made a face. “There’s another ‘but’ coming…”

“But I can’t NOT stress about it. I can’t. That needle in the back of my mind won’t go away, and I don’t know how to make it go away. I actually do trust that you won’t ACT on your cravings to have some six-foot-five Adonis plug up your pussy while I’m railing your ass, but we both know those cravings and impulses will still pop into your brain, just like my little twinges of doubt will still pop into my brain. I mean, that day I walked in on you riding Summer? I told myself to trust you, I ORDERED myself to have faith, and yet I couldn’t help… I couldn’t help wondering… whether or not you were cheating on me. I mean, I KNEW you weren’t. I KNEW you’d never do something like that to me, and yet I couldn’t help but… panic… just a little. I mean seriously, this shit is eating me from the inside!”

Dawn groaned and rubbed her forehead.

“Don’t you get it? I’ve turned into Ryan!”

Dawn dropped her hands and gave me a confused look. “What?”

“He spent years stressing out over when you’d finally cave in and have sex with me. Despite all your assurances and promises of fidelity, he looked at the way we were together and knew… he just KNEW that you still wanted to be with me… which was the truth, by the way.”

“Are you equating my eternal love for you to my illicit cravings to get stuffed by multiple dicks?”

“No! Well, yes, but no.”

“Well THAT cleared everything up.”

I sighed. “I’m not trying to equate our love to your occasional impulse for multiple penetration or just to get plain stuffed by a musclebound hunk with incredible pecs.”

“You’re a musclebound hunk with incredible pecs now, and you’re the only one that I need, babe.”

I took a deep breath. “I believe you. Really, I do. But at the same time, I find myself in the same situation Ryan must’ve been in, wondering ‘when’… not ‘if’… you’ll finally give into your urges.”

“Didn’t you just say you trusted me not to act on my urges?”

I sighed. “Yes, I trust that you won’t act on such an urge without my permission. But at the same time, I know you want to. This is who you are. This is the real Dawn, not Perfect Dawn. Denying your true sexuality doesn’t seem healthy to me. And that’s why I release you of your oath of fidelity.”

Dawn frowned. “You can’t do that.”

“I just did.”

“Then I re-pledge my oath.”

“I’m turning down that oath too.”

“Be-ennn!!!” Dawn groaned, stretching my name out into two syllables like a 10-year-old rugrat, clearly frustrated.

I took a deep breath, knowing I couldn’t just release her from her oath without offering something in return. “Look, I understand that you are choosing to maintain your Ben-sexual mono-dick fidelity, and it’s not like I want you to just walk out and pork any and every hot guy you bump into. I just… It’s like I told Summer: When you elevate my expectations I find myself waiting to be disappointed. And I don’t want to feel that.”

“So what, I don’t promise you eternal fidelity so therefore you don’t expect eternal fidelity so therefore if I someday DO get plowed by some hunky Adonis it doesn’t hurt so much?”

“Yes! I mean no, that’s not it at all.”

She threw up both hands and slid off the bed in frustration.

“Look, I don’t fear you having sex with another guy if the circumstances are right. Your emotional fidelity to me has always been there. You’ve loved me through everything: your relationship with Ryan, your fall from grace, your sabbatical at Morris Camp, and even your relationship with Nick. You have ALWAYS loved me, and that’s why you and I are together the way we are.”

“But my physical fidelity is in question?” She’d started pacing back and forth around the room.

I sighed. “If I ever turn the doorknob and walk into a bedroom and unexpectedly find you riding some dude… any dude… even Nick or Andrew… I will shut the fucking door, walk away, and never speak to you again. I’m sorry, but that’s the truth.”

Dawn stopped pacing and stared back at me, her expression tight, but she didn’t respond. In my head I could hear her growling, You’re a fucking moron. And then she started pacing again.

It was reassuring, actually, to hear her so loudly and clearly define that particular scenario as too ridiculous to even get defensive about, even if she didn’t actually say any of that out loud.

“However…” I continued, “and I’m dead serious about this: If Nick and Andrew were downstairs in our living room right now, I’d invite them both up here in a heartbeat to make you airtight. There’s a part of me that wants to keep you all to myself, sure, but there’s a GREATER part of me that absolutely relished seeing the blissful look on your face that night in Tahoe. I mean fuck, if I could only get one of those guys here, maybe we could invite Bert – assuming Lynne didn’t Lorena Bobbitt me for even suggesting it.”

Dawn frowned and shook her head. “You’re crazy.”

“Tell me that if Nick and Andrew weren’t coming up the stairs you wouldn’t want all three of us. Tonight.”

Dawn’s eyes flashed and she swallowed thickly while averting her gaze. But in less than a second she turned to me with narrowed eyes and growled, “I wouldn’t want it. You’re the only man for me.”

I narrowed my own eyes. “You can’t lie to me.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

I sighed. “Seriously, you can’t lie to me. I saw that flash of arousal in your eyes.”

“It was just a fucking flash. You gonna tell me you don’t have a flash in your eyes when Eden promises to be yours and only yours for the rest of your life?”

“Eden’s a baby bird that WILL have to--”

“--have to leave the nest blah-blah-blah,” Dawn cut me off. “I know that’s what your head says, but you still get that flash of selfishness that rejoices in the idea of keeping her all to yourself. But what’s more real? Don’t you want her to leave the nest, grow beyond you, find a husband who will cherish her and prioritize her for the rest of her life in a way you’ll never be able to do because you’ve got me, Adrienne, Kim, and who knows who else for the rest of your life? Or is the flash real and you actually intend to lock her up by your side forever?”

I sighed. “Leaving the nest, obviously.”

Dawn leveled me with a look as she stopped pacing again. “I’m gonna have flashes. You’re right, that’s a part of me and will always be. But me swearing to never touch another man for the rest of my life is my commitment to you. We’re not getting married. We’re not even getting engaged. If I HAD agreed to marry you, I genuinely think you wouldn’t be questioning my oath of fidelity.”

I shook my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. Even if we got married, I’d still want you to be you. Even if you were my wife and Nick and Andrew started coming up those stairs – or maybe even two OTHER guys neither of us has even met yet – and you and I could agree on a one-time thing just for pure physical pleasure, the answer is yes, I’d happily let you do it.”

Dawn stared at me like I’d sprouted tiny purple mushrooms out the top of my head that broke free and started singing while doing the Macarena. “I don’t get you. I love you to pieces and some days I feel like we’re sharing the same brain but right now I really don’t fucking get you. You actually WANT me fucking other guys?”

I took a deep breath and gave her a steady look. “I want you to have the CHOICE. I want you removing from me the expectation that you’re going to uphold an oath of mono-dick fidelity that stresses ME out worrying about whether or not you can keep it.”

“Wouldn’t you RATHER I be mono-dick faithful to you?”

“If the choice is between giving you the pleasure you crave versus watching you bottle up your desires until the pressure makes you crack, well… I’d much rather see Mount Dawn erupt every now and again in howling ecstasy under controlled conditions than have one big unexpected boom that takes me by surprise and destroys everything we’ve built together.”

“You’re assuming I can’t keep my cravings under control.”

“I’m telling you I don’t need you to try. Yes, the selfish part of me would always rather keep you all to myself. But I understand that the sexual creature you are will crave a little extra now and again. I don’t know how I can make this any clearer: I don’t want you promising Ben-sexual fidelity, bottling up your urges, and turning me into Ryan 2.0 just waiting for you to crack!”

Dawn crossed her arms over her chest, jutted her jaw forward, bit down on her lower lip, and glared at me for a minute. I think she finally understood that I didn’t want her promising to be forever faithful, and yet I could tell that it was still important to her – for her own reasons – to promise to be faithful.

With a tightly clenched jaw and even tighter clenched eyes, Dawn shook her head slowly and muttered in a heartbroken voice, “Do you have any idea how much it hurts that you have so little faith in me that you assume I’m eventually gonna crack?”

“Dawn, I do ha--”

“Let’s say for the sake of argument,” she began, cutting me off, “that you and I remain best friends for the rest of our lives and I actually go that entire time without ever touching another man in an intimate manner. Would you believe I somehow wasted my life?”

“You were the one who said you stopped believing we’re soulmates. If you’re not marrying me, and you’re not romantic about women, then either you’ll HAVE to rescind your oath so you can ultimately marry another man, or you’ll be alone and unmarried forever. Yes, I would believe that would be a great waste.”

“I wouldn’t be ALONE. I’d be with YOU.”

“But not married to me? You’d stay on the sidelines being my best friend, pledging eternal fidelity while I married someone else?”

“Yes. You know how to love multiple women at the same time. I’m letting another woman share your romantic love because being your best friend is more important to me than being your wife. Because you still ARE my soulmate in the sense that we belong together and will always belong together, like Brooke and DJ and Brandi and Dayna. I only said what I said about us not being soulmates anymore because I want you to stop expecting Destiny to keep us together just because it’s Destiny.”

“But you really DO intend for us to be together forever?”

“Yes! Together. Forever. Forever and Always, for all eternity, until death do us part and the whole nine yards! I love you. I love ONLY you! Just you and no other men. I really DON’T ever need to get made airtight by anything but you and a couple of Ben Juniors! I fucking mean that, and it hurts my heart that you won’t believe me!”

I took a deep breath and sighed. “I believe that you believe that for now. But I really, really don’t want to--”

“--don't want to expect that I’ll go the rest of our lives satisfied with just you and a couple of Ben Juniors,” she muttered with a thin smile and even thinner eyes. “Better to expect that there will be days that I’ll want to feel real men plugged inside me and be pleasantly surprised if I don’t, rather than have lofty ‘Perfect Dawn’ expectations only to be disappointed when I come begging to feel it just once.”

I gave her a tight smile. “Something like that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I rescind the oath. In fact, I’m gonna wanna pick up a coupla dirty hobos off the street tomorrow night to help plug me up. Be ever so grateful when I change my mind,” she drawled in a dismissive deadpan as she started pacing again, not even looking at me.

“I’m serious.”

Dawn’s shoulders slumped as she came to a stop, facing away from me. “Look, I get it. You have so little faith in me that when I made an important promise like this – something that apparently means more to me than it does to you – you couldn’t help but turn into Ryan waiting for the other shoe to drop. So you’d almost rather I put you out of your misery sooner rather than later because Dawn’s a fucking harlot who can’t keep her panties on around hunky guys.”

I slid off the bed and walked up to her. Hugging my best friend from behind, I closed my eyes and hung my chin over her shoulder. “I love you. I DO trust you. Ninety-nine percent of me wants Eden to leave the nest and there’s a one-percent flash that selfishly wants to keep her to myself. Likewise, ninety-nine-point-nine-nine-nine-nine percent of me believes you will never, ever, EVER do anything to hurt me ever again. I’m not ASKING you to go have sex with other guys. I’m asking you to help me assuage this zero-point-zero-zero-one percent part of me that expects to be disappointed.”

“Zero-point-zero-zero-zero-one. You’re off by a digit.”

“Dawnnn,” I groaned.

“It’s fine. I rescind the oath. For real.”

I let out a long exhalation of relief. “Thank you.”

“I’m still gonna love you for the rest of my life, whether or not I ever ‘get a little bit extra’, as you put it.”

“I’m still gonna love you for the rest of my life, whether or not you ever WANT a little bit extra. I’m serious: I want you to be happy, in whatever shape or form you need.”

Dawn took a deep breath, reached up to rub my cheek, and sighed. A moment later, she twisted around to face me, took hold of my cheeks, and gave me a wry look as she shook her head. “You really are a fucking moron, you know that? Absolutely crazy.”

I nodded and smiled. “Crazy about you.”

And then we kissed.

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