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Note: As per my other stories, the character names are all changed on the off chance that there is someone who recognizes any of the descriptions of living arrangements or furniture. If this is the first story of mine that you are reading, I have stories before this - while the other stories are not necessary to read, they do help to build up some backstory to where I was in my life at the time. You might find yourself lost with character names or interactions. Once again, while the verbal interaction may not be accurate, the physical interaction is to the best of my recollection.

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After my night with Alexa, we both felt like it was so right, but we knew the repercussions would be pretty extreme. Emily and all of the females we generally hung out with were kind of catty individuals – the kinds who are very into their appearance. Even though most of the guys in our group were pretty laid back, the girls could be downright bitches if they wanted to be. They looked down on the ‘less popular’ people in our school, which wasn’t really saying much. For the most part, everyone in our grade of like eighty people got along pretty well. Not everyone hung out together outside of school, but any one of them was welcome at a party. That being said, the girls definitely felt the need to talk shit about other girls behind their backs for various reasons; clothing choices (outside of school), girls’ boyfriends, general appearance. It’s really something I’ve never been fond of, but back then I didn’t really do anything about it. It didn’t affect me, so whatever.

Alexa and I decided to just do what we could when the opportunity presented itself. Spring Break went somewhat awkwardly. There were ten people going – three couples, myself, another guy Hunter (who was gay), and Seth and Alexa. Alexa had dumped Seth due to his general douchebaggery only a couple weeks before we went to Mexico. Two couples agreed to share a room, I guess because they were fine with having sex with other people right beside them. One couple got a room to themselves, which I’m sure they appreciated. That left Alexa, Seth, Hunter and myself to split the last two rooms we had. Initially the plan became that Alexa would room with Hunter, and I would room with Seth, but Alexa had a novel solution that allowed us to flip that plan around. Claiming that her “Christian values” dictated that Hunter made her very uncomfortable, and that Seth was such an asshole to her, if I could switch rooms with Hunter, that would be ideal. Looking back, I’m pretty sure Hunter knew her excuse was bullshit, but he was a really laid back dude, and had no problems with it – he didn’t act hostile towards Alexa in any way after that. So we spent a week and a half together, partying with the group during the day, before returning to our room together at night to continue our fun time alone.

About a month later, I think it was mid-April or so, I got accepted to the university that was my first choice, as had Bill – we immediately planned to room together, since we’d been great friends since preschool. This news could not have come at a better time – I got the news on a Wednesday or Thursday, and my birthday was on the Friday. My family took me out to celebrate the good news, and I had big plans for my eighteenth birthday for the weekend.

As school let out Friday, I talked over my plans with Emily, and she assured me that she had some things worked out to fill in any gaps there may be. The first thing I was planning on doing was going to my friend’s house to get baked. This was a regular part of my life for a number of years at this point, and it became habitual that we would go get high right after class on Friday – it’s always good to start the weekend off on a high, we would joke.

Later in the evening, I was at home, getting ready to go out, when my Emily called me somewhat unexpectedly.

“Hey, Rob, there’s been a slight change in plans,” she explained.

“Huh?” I asked, kind of confused – everything had been laid out a couple hours before.

“You need to pick up Alexa before you come to dinner is all – her car isn’t working.”

“I don’t have time for this,” I sighed.

“We pushed the reservation back thirty minutes, it’s fine. Can you please just leave soon and pick her up and meet us at the restaurant?”

“K,” I responded, pressing the end call button

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Thirty minutes later, Alexa was running down the steps of her dad’s rental house and jumping into the passenger seat of my minivan.

“What’s going on, Alexa?” I asked.

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on, we’re going for dinner.”

“What are you talking about?” I was a little skeptical of her reaction. “I meant like ‘how’s it going?’”

“Oh, I’m good. Fine.”

Leaning over, I kissed her gently, before reading out and holding her hand, our fingers intertwined, as started to drive towards the restaurant for dinner.

“So what IS going on,” I asked, smiling and keeping my eyes on the road.

“Nothing’s going on,” she answered, a little too quickly.

“Emily and Christie have planned another huge surprise party for someone’s birthday, haven’t they?” I asked. Christie was the Events Coordinator for the Student Council, and all year she had been trying to plan massive surprise birthdays at restaurants. Honestly, after the first couple, everyone saw this coming a mile away. Not everyone in the grade showed up to these dinners – it was usually only the person’s closer friends and a few others – maybe twenty to thirty people, but it was still a nice gesture.

Alexa’s lack of response was very telling.

“It’s fine, I’ll sarcastically act surprised, like people would expect,” I laughed.

Squeezing my hand, she sighed.

“I don’t get how it’s supposed to be a surprise when Christie organizes one for every weekend,” she answered finally.

“I hate this shit, though. It’s fine when it’s other people’s birthdays, but I don’t really like being the center of attention,” I let go of her hand, pulling over, still in a residential area.

“Please, Rob? I promised Emily I’d get you to dinner.”

“You know, we have plenty of time,” I grinned at her. “It only takes ten more minutes to get there, and Emily told me the reservation had been pushed back half an hour.”

“You’re kidding,” she looked at me.

“Well…” I drifted off, pulling her hand to my jeans-covered cock.

“Rob, I’m just… I’m not comfortable doing it out here. Anyone could walk by. What if a police officer saw us?”

I guess I had gotten used to just fucking wherever and whenever was convenient. I’d had sex in broom closets, cars, offices, bathrooms… the only place I’d made love to Alexa was in a bed, where no one could see us. It hadn’t occurred to me that she was a private person. Almost every girl I’d been with to this point was fine just bending over and taking it. Alexa was different. It wasn’t just sex, it wasn’t just orgasms. It was me making her feel special. It was a display of actual emotional feelings.

“I’m sorry, Alexa,” I said, feeling genuine disgust with myself over the sheer number of meaningless sexual encounters I’d had with some of the sluttiest girls I knew.

“It’s ok. How much time DO we have?”

“Not enough to get somewhere private and make it on time.”

“Just turn around and go back to my house,” she answered.

“What?”

“Just do it, I’ll handle this,” she commanded.

Turning around, I started driving back to her place, wondering what was going on.

“Emily? Hey, it’s Alexa. Ya, I’m with Rob.” I was assuming what she was being asked based on her responses. “No, we’re going to be a bit late. I don’t know like maybe twenty or thirty minutes. Ya, well Rob got a flat tire on my street, so he’s just changing it right now. We’ll be there, just… Ya, I’ll put him on.”

The phone being pressed into my ear, I didn’t know how to act.

Grunting to pretend I was working, I finally spoke, “Ya? Oh hey, babe. Ya, I think I drove over some broken glass or something, the tire is kinda fucked. Ya, I’m working on it. I know – I’m sorry too. I’ll get this done as soon as I can,” I spoke, before the phone was pulled from my ear as we pulled into Alexa’s driveway.

“Ok Em, we’ll be there as soon as we can. I’ll let you know when we’re back on the road,” Alexa said, before hanging up.

Running inside, and upstairs, we were both naked less than a minute later, hands roaming, rediscovering parts of each other that we felt like we hadn’t touched in years. Sitting on her bed, Alexa pulled my cock to her mouth, getting me at full attention, before reaching into a hidden spot under bed and pulling out a condom.

“Nicely hidden away,” I laughed.

“My dad would probably be cool with it, but I don’t want to take a chance,” she replied, pulling me onto the bed.

Quickly, she’d rolled the condom down, making sure it was as far as it was go before straddling me, the fingers of both our hands intertwined once more, as she slowly lowered herself onto my ready cock.

“Oh, fuck!” Alexa cried, her pussy slowly expanding to meet my size.

I started to push up into her, trying to get all the way in – it had been a while since we’d been able to do this. Letting go of her hands, I grabbed her hips, trying to force myself further in. Two hands on my chest stopped me.

“Slower, Rob. We’ve got a bit of time,” she purred at me, before lowering her chest to mine and kissing me passionately.

One hand went to the back of her head, pulling her into me, forcing the kiss to last forever. My other hand, pawed at her plump behind, pulling the cheek to the side, as we lay unmoving, her pussy doing all the work.

Hearing a phone ring, I looked over and saw that Emily was calling again.

“You can’t ignore it, Alexa,” I sighed, as Alexa climbed off and grabbed her phone.

“What?” I heard. “No, we don’t need help, Rob is almost done changing it already. It would be a waste of time – Bill would get halfway here and probably have to turn right around. We’re fine, I think Rob is putting the screw things back on right now,” she looked at me, panicked. “Ok, see you soon,” she bit her bottom lip, unsure of her next step.

Standing up beside her, I picked her up at the waist, and her legs instinctually wrapped around me. Lowering her to the bed, I started to hammer her hard and fast – there wasn’t time if we wanted to do this anymore. Feeling her nails digging into my back, I grabbed her under each armpit, gaining more leverage to fuck her harder and faster.

“Oh Rob!” she screamed, before I kissed her roughly, pushing my tongue into her mouth

Moments later, I felt it coming, and told her so. Pushing me up, she grabbed the condom off me and took me in her mouth, letting my hot semen coat her mouth and throat. I kept thrusting into her mouth even after I stopped shooting, before she finally stood up. Smiling beautifully, she pulled my head down and stood on tiptoes, kissing me on the cheek.

“Did you cum?” I asked her. Every time we’d made love, she had at least twice – usually she did like four or five times.

“No, but that’s ok. Happy Birthday, Rob,” she said, love in her eyes.

Getting dressed quickly, we got back in my van as fast as we could.

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Dinner was boring, to put it delicately. As much as I enjoyed spending time with the people I went to school with, I really just wanted to be with Alexa for the rest of my life. I didn’t want to sit through a dinner with twenty-five people (including that asshole Mark) and feign interest in what was going on. The worst part of it all is that Emily had her arm hooked around mine for most of the meal, laying claim to her man – her man whose heart wasn’t in it anymore. Was it ever? I thought so at a time. With this declaration of ownership, I could see the pain in Alexa’s eyes. The realization that, while she and I were making love, I was still returning to Emily and fucking her multiple times a week. That must have been killing her, and at one point she excused herself from the table, and looked like she was about to cry.

“Isn’t anyone going to see if she’s ok?” I asked, looking around.

“She’s fine, Rob,” Emily reassured me.

Nice best friend she was. I waited a minute, before standing up.

“Gonna hit the john,” I declared, pushing my chair back.

No one was even really paying attention – everyone was in conversation, many talking about the recent wave of acceptance letters that had gone out this week.

Heading over to the bathroom, I noticed Alexa sitting on the sidewalk outside, her feet in the parking lot. I ducked out the side door of the restaurant, and went and sat with her.

“Are you ok?”

“Ya, I’m fine. It’s hard.”

“I know. I can see it’s hurting you,” I told her, delicately trying to take her hand in mine.

“You know, but you’re still with her. And I can’t do anything,” she started to sob uncontrollably.

“Alexa, it’s… I don’t know what the fuck to do,” I said. It was true.

“I know,” she cried between breaths. “I’ll be fine. Let’s go back inside.”

I wanted to tell her that I thought I loved her. I knew I did. Everything else in my life just kind of happened. I went to school. I had a girlfriend. I had sex. I worked during the summer. Nothing until my feelings for Alexa felt so right. It felt like it was just what I was doing. Shit just sort of fell into my lap, and I didn’t really care. But Alexa… I couldn’t process the feelings into anything other than ‘meant to be’, as corny as it is.

Standing up, she started walking back into the restaurant, looking back at me.

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“In a minute,” I said. “Go ahead.”

I sat there for a while, unsure of myself. I had missed my opportunity to tell her how I really felt. How could I? We’d had sex maybe twenty times over two months. In that same time, I’d fucked my girlfriend probably ten more times than that. How can you tell someone you love them when you’re willingly engaging in sexual relations with another person… let alone their best friend?

“Are you ok, dude?” Bill had come to find me.

“No,” I answered, not looking at him.

“What’s wrong, bud? It’s your birthday! You’re eighteen today. What could be better?”

“I don’t even know how to talk about it. I don’t know IF I can talk about it.”

“You wanna get out of here?”

“Like just bail?”

“Well, go say you’re not feeling well and I’m gonna drive your van home for you or something. Let’s go roll and just talk,” he offered.

I agreed, heading back inside momentarily, to offer my thanks for everyone’s attendance.

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An hour or so later, I had explained to him everything (with the exception of Mrs. Curtis – I didn’t really feel that part was at all relevant to what was going on with me and my feelings for Alexa).

“I still don’t know what to say, man,” Bill told me. “That’s pretty heavy.”

“What would you do?” I asked him, seeking any advice available.

“What can you do?” he sighed with me. “If you leave Emily, you can’t date Alexa… like ever… at least not for the rest of the school year. That’s like some reverse bro code shit or something.”

“Ya, but I don’t really want to be miserable for the last two months of school, either,” I replied.

We both sat there, thinking for a while.

“It’s shitty, dude,” he finally said. “You need to end things with Emily, either way. If she’s cheating on you, which it sounds like she is, that’s fucked up. But you still can’t use that as an excuse to suddenly start dating her best friend, either.”

“So what now? Every time I’m with Alexa, I just want to kiss her and hold her hand, and be happy together. I can’t do that at school, and I can’t do that out of school because if I’m with Alexa, it’s typically because Emily is involved somehow.”

“Well first things, first. Break up with Emily. Then we’ll figure out part two,” he responded.

“I’m not breaking up with her over the phone. I’ll do it in private this weekend or something.”

“Maybe you and Alexa can be together, just not in the presence of other people?” Bill suggested.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Sitting up, he got very excited.

“No, seriously dude, this is easy. Listen – you’re going to be pretty depressed about breaking up with Emily, right?”

“Not really,” I began, before Bill cut me off.

“No, obviously not really, dumbass. But that’s what people are going to expect. There’d be no way people would expect you to be happy right after breaking up with your girlfriend.”

“Ok?” I asked, trying to follow his plan.

“Well, so it’d be easy for you to spend time with Alexa then. Just tell people you’re not really interested in doing anything and you want to be alone.”

“And what about Alexa?” I asked him.

“What about her?”

“Won’t she have to console her best friend after she gets dumped?”

“If she’s really cheating on you with Mark, I guarantee she’ll be fine within a couple days, dude,” he answered.

“Ya, that’s true,” I said, getting my phone out of my pocket.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Alexa,” I mumbled, concentrating on the phone.

A minute later, I looked back up at Bill.

“I’m gonna go dude.”

“You alright?” he asked.

“Ya, I’m gonna go see Alexa. I need to talk to her.”

“Alright, brother. Drive safe,” he grinned at me.

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A while later, I pulled up at Alexa’s house, knocking on the door.

“Hey Rob,” I was greeted by Mr. Allen – I completely didn’t realize he would be here.

“Uhh, hey, Mr. Allen,” I stammered.

“Kind of late to be showing up, don’t you think?” he asked.

“Well it’s a Friday and, uhh… Sorry. Is… Do you think I could talk to Alexa for a minute?”

“Is she expecting you, Rob?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s really important. I need to thank her for all her help in getting me into university,” I lied.

“Let me go see if she’s decent,” he answered. “Come on in.”

I stood nervously in the front hall of this house, each second feeling like twenty minutes.

Two minutes later, Mr. Allen came back downstairs.

“Rob, she’ll be down in a couple minutes, but she looks upset. I’m going to be in the kitchen if you need anything.” He said, obviously implying that he would be monitoring us.

As Alexa came down the stairs, I could tell she had been crying. Her face was red, her eyes were puffy, and the obvious sign was that her makeup was a mess. Despite all of that, I still couldn’t help smiling when I saw her.

“Can we talk for a minute?” I asked her, trying to get her to look at me.

“I don’t think now’s a good time, Rob. After tonight...” she trailed off.

“Please? I need to say some things to you. Just for a minute. I’ll leave after that,” I said softly.

“Fine. Just for a minute,” she answered, standing there.

“Can we do it privately?” I could see Mr. Allen watching us from the kitchen.

“Is it important?”

“Super,” I replied.

“Dad, we’re going downstairs for a minute,” she hollered over her shoulder. “It’s fine,” she added.

Following her into the basement, I closed the door behind us.

Looking at me in the eyes finally, I stroked her cheek with my knuckle.

“Well?” she asked me, tears starting to form again.

“I’m going to break up with Emily,” I told her.

“That’s it? You drove all the way here to tell me you’re breaking up with your girlfriend? That still doesn’t help, Rob!” she started to raise her voice at me.

“There’s more,” I said, trying to calm her down.

“What’s the point? We know it’s not going to work,” she turned to go back upstairs.

Grabbing her arm, I spun her into me, and looked down at her.

“Alexa… I love you.”

She stared at me, tears pouring out of her eyes.

“Don’t, Rob,” she cried.

“No. I love you. You have to know that I love you,” I begged her, tears forming in my eyes as well.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked, sitting on the steps.

“Because I need you to know,” I sputtered. “I don’t care about anything else. I’ve never felt like anything was right in my life. I just kind of went with the flow.”

I got on my knees in front of her, taking her hands in mine.

“You need to know, this isn’t me saying that what we have is beautiful. This is me telling you, I’m yours.”

She stared at me for a second, before standing up – I quickly followed.

“So…” she started.

“So,” I answered.

“How are we going to be together?”

“I mean… I hadn’t thought that part through all the way, but I can spend time with you outside of school if you want.”

“What good is that, Rob? I maybe have a guy who’s the best thing in my life, and I have to do it in private?”

“I thought you’d be a little happier,” I confessed.

“I’m happy that you love me. I’m happy you’re not going to waste your time with Emily anymore. I’m happy that you drove over here to tell me all of this. But if it doesn’t help us be together, what’s the point?” she asked again.

“What do you want me to do?” I was weeping uncontrollably. “I’ll do it. Just tell me what it is.”

“I don’t know… can I think about it?” she asked.

Here I was, crying my eyes out, having just told the woman I knew was meant for me that I loved her and was willing to do anything for that love, and she needed to think about it. How foolish was I? How did not see this coming when I was talking to Bill.

“I… I guess?” I answered weakly.

The next few minutes were like a blur. I walked halfway up the steps, kissed her goodbye, and then kept walking. I left her house, and drove home, and don’t remember any of it happening.

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The next morning, I left Emily a message, asking if I could come by later.

When I did get to see her, I was pretty blunt about things.

“Look, Emily… I don’t think it’s going to work out between us. I know we were thinking there was going to be some fairytale goodbye at the end of summer, but you’re going to a different school than me next year. I’m not happy, and I just don’t think it’s fair to either of us if we keep this going,” I told her.

She was understandably a little mad, but definitely more surprised.

“I’m sorry,” I told her, walking outside to my van. I had definitely been doing a lot of apologizing lately.

Driving home, not even five minutes later, I got a call from Alexa.

“I didn’t think you were seriously going to break up with her,” she said. “At least not that fast.”

“Ya, well. I dunno.”

“Are you ok?” she asked.

“I’m fine. I’m just gonna go home and work out or something,” I told her, not really wanting to talk to her until she had made a decision.

I didn’t know what to do. I’d just broken up with my only girlfriend I’d had to that point, with no certainty that I would even be involved with the girl who I cared so much about. I didn’t hear anything the rest of the weekend.

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Monday morning came, and I was really not looking forward to seeing Emily, and even more worried about seeing Alexa. I hadn’t talked to her in two days, and hadn’t seen her since Friday night. I could deal with Emily giving me the gears over my sudden decision, but waiting for news, be it good or bad, is always the most frustrating thing.

“Hey, Asshole,” Emily greeted me as I walked towards my locker.

Sighing, I just put my head down and decided to power through the day. I didn’t see Alexa that morning, and we didn’t have any classes together, so who knew when I would see her next. I did, however, have a lot of classes with Emily, so that was pleasant. Every time I even looked in her direction, I was met with a death stare, and a few whispered ‘fuck you’s. I did my best to ignore her, at least until the angry attention turned to indifference.

During lunch that day I had orchestral band practice, and since our spring concert was coming up, Alexa was working in the theater booth. She didn’t take music, despite being incredibly talent at the saxophone, but she worked the booth for most of the productions put on by the school – part of her grade in drama depended on it. Since I was in percussion, there typically long periods of time (sometimes entire lunches) where I had to be there, but not play a thing while the music teacher worked on specific sections. I used one of these breaks to walk up to the back of the theater, and duck out the door and into the booth.

“Hey,” I whispered to her, realizing she was alone in there.

“Hey,” she whispered back, making sure the lighting setup was fine for what was going on.

“Look, I know it’s only been a couple days, but do you have anything for me?” I asked, hopeful for a response.

“Ya, I think I do,” she answered, turning to smile at me for a second.

“Well?” I asked a minute or so later.

“Sorry, I’m trying to concentrate,” she answered. “Can you meet me after school, so we can talk?”

“Ya, but only for like a minute. I have other band practice after school today.”

“Hmm. I can’t stay here that late. Can we talk on the phone later?”

“I guess. I can come over or something, too. Maybe we could go out for dinner if you want?”

“That would be ok. Do you want to just come over and I’ll make something?”

“That would be fantastic,” I replied. “Just let me know when and I’ll be over – practice is usually done before six.”

“PERCUSSION!” I heard the yell from the stage.

“Oh shit, I gotta go,” I turned to leave.

“Rob,” Alexa said, getting my attention quickly.

“Ya?”

“I love you too,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek.

If I thought I was a bit hazy on my weekend, I could not for the life of me tell you what happened the rest of that day. I’m pretty sure between the two band practices I fucked up about a hundred times in only a couple hours, but I didn’t really care - I was on cloud nine.

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I arrived at Alexa’s with some roses, still feeling giddy as can be. It was like I was a kid again going to Disney World for the first time and seeing Goofy chilling in the Magic Kingdom.

She had made some pasta with chicken in it – the pasta wasn’t cooked perfectly, but it really didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was that we couldn’t stop smiling at each other. This just felt so right that I’m surprised I never noticed a spark between us before. She must have, but I always found her presence somewhat irritating in the past, because it meant I wasn’t alone with Emily.

After dinner, we went for a walk, just holding hands, and enjoying the darkness. We would stop to kiss every so often, and we knew we weren’t going to be noticed by anyone we went to school with. The closest person in our class was probably Emily, who was a good fifteen-minute drive away – most other people lived within five to ten minutes of the school.

As we made our way back inside, we knew it was getting late – at least for a school night. My parents were ok with me not showing up on weekends, but they weren’t so thrilled if I stayed out too late during the week.

“My dad’s not going to be home until late – he had a dinner meeting way outside the city,” Alexa told me, shyly smiling at me, while she twisted a little back and forth.

“You don’t say,” I laughed, checking my watch. “I dunno, Alexa. Tonight was perfect, but it’s getting kinda late.”

“Well, you should probably go, then, shouldn’t you?” she asked me, before pulling me closely and snuggling into my chest.

“I gueeeeess I can stay for a bit,” I leaned down, kissing her on the forehead. “If you insist,” I laughed, allowing her to lead me upstairs.

As we entered her room, she told me to close to lie on her bed and relax. Lying down beside me, Alexa wrapped her leg over mine, and threw her arm over my chest, kissing me on the neck.

“You have no idea how happy I am right now,” I sighed, enjoying the feeling of her next me.

“Me too,” she purred at me, unbuckling my belt.

I lifted my hips to let her get my pants off, before sitting up and taking my shirt off. As I sat there in just my boxers, she straddled me, kissing me and sucking on my tongue. The only second our mouths were apart for the next ten minutes were when I lifted her shirt over her head.

As she rocked her hips back and forth on my still covered cock, she aggressively bit my lip, causing me to let out a rather loud moan. I thought I knew how to kiss well before, but Alexa made it an art form, using every part of her mouth in ways I had barely tried before.

Pushing her back, I rose up, dropping my boxers before I continued to grind on her for a moment, before she pushed me back to take her jeans and thong off. She lay back, handing me a condom and spreading her legs to grant me access. Slipping the condom on, I lowered myself once more to her, taking in every inch of her body with my eyes and nose, tasting as many parts as I could.

“I love you, Rob,” she whispered to me, as my face once again met hers.

“I love you too,” I answered, entering her for the first time as her boyfriend.

Her pussy slowly expanded to fit my cock, her lips squeezing me tightly, but not in a painful way. We locked lips once more, as I slowly began to thrust my prick in and out. Her legs wrapped around, gripping my ass tightly, holding me in her as our tongues danced.

Releasing her breasts from their fortress, I grazed her nipples with my chest, watching happily as her breasts succumbed to gravity

Feeling her legs loosen their grip just slightly, I returned to previous rhythm, picking up speed until the only sounds that could be heard were Alexa’s moaning and the sound of our skin slapping together like a metronome. Her hands grabbed my ass, squeezing roughly, causing me to quicken my pace until she put her hands on my chest.

Once I had pulled out, Alexa got out from beneath me and turned over, lying with her head sideways, her breasts and knees on her bed – the only thing in the air was her juicy, plump ass, beckoning me to return my cock to its home. I grabbed her left cheek with my hand, spreading her open to get a good look at her asshole as I delicately pushed my cock back into her hot pussy.

“I want it hard, baby,” Alexa moaned, her head now buried in pillows.

I answered her request with my actions, grabbing her hips for support. I started to fuck her harder and harder, every smack of our skin echoed with a muffled squeal of ecstasy. I heard her scream out as her pussy grabbed a death hold on my cock, refusing to let it out while her orgasm overtook her. Waiting for her to stop shaking, I gently started to push in and out again, as she recovered from her brief high.

“More,” she cried impatiently into the pillow, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts now.

Spitting on her tasty-looking asshole, I gingerly ran my thumb across the puckered hole, trying to gauge a response. Sensing no discouragement, I decided to gently apply pressure with my thumb as my cock continued to piston and out of her sex.

“Roooob”, Alexa moaned deeply, feeling the intruder at her back door.

Not seeing any reason to stop, I slowly pushed my thumb in, just to the first knuckle. Her pussy started to grip me again, an orgasm likely soon to follow. Moving my small piece of thumb in and out gently, I reached around with my other hand and rubbed her clit to bring her to a second quick orgasm.

Pulling out of both holes, she laid in the same position, breathing heavily for a moment, before looking back at me and asking what the hell I just did?

“Not ok?” I responded.

“Different,” she answered hastily, before pushing me onto my back

Straddling me once again, Alexa dropped quickly onto my still hard member, trying to coax me towards an orgasm of my own. I was pushing up lightly every time she dropped on me again, and playing with her tits, when she grabbed my hands.

“Which one was it?” she asked.

“What?” I responded, my breathing starting to get heavier.

“Which finger?” she asked again.

“This one,” I said, showing her my thumb.

Slamming her pussy down onto my cock harder and faster, she took my hand which was trying to return to her nipple, and brought it up to her mouth. Her mouth was now suctioning the thumb, which minutes ago was inside her asshole, as she looked into my eyes, lust burning inside hers.

This girl had been a virgin just a couple months ago, and here she was, riding my cock like she’d been doing it for years. The sight of my thumb, coupled with the knowledge of where it had just been, was enough to push me over the edge, and I came hard, as she kept licking every inch of that thumb.

She brought her lips to mine, kissing me gently with closed lips, as my cock still twitched inside her.

Lying there satisfied, I could finally feel confident that my girlfriend was the right girl for me, and that there was no way I could ever do the things I had done behind Emily’s back to Alexa… could I?

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Author Note: I couldn’t figure out how to find a balance between the erotic literature and the story telling while fitting my entire senior year tale into just three stories. There’s more to tell, but I don’t really want to spoil the fun, so I won’t say anything more than there being one or maybe two stories left.

Some of the comments have indicated there isn’t enough sex, and I would just like to take the time to say that this isn’t really a ‘sex series,’ as you may see in other parts of the site. There will be sex in every story, but my writing style does not really work with copious amounts of sex in the story. I write my stories in the shape of many of my favorite stories on this site. I enjoy building the erotic tension, and the story, which allows (in my opinion) for the character interaction to actually be meaningful. My goal isn’t just to get a bunch of guys and girls to orgasm immediately, but to help them get there using their imaginations and the text before them.

Also, I would just like to point out now (so some people hopefully save themselves some time in the comments section): there will be no one getting pregnant in this series. I will not have sex with my mother in this series. These are stories that are mostly accurate and based on my sexual experiences growing up. I understand the desire for that in many stories (a lot of the best written stories on this site do contain incest), but that is not something that I will be writing about any time soon. I have my story to tell (over many installments) before I even contemplate that.
12 comments

anonymous readerReport 

2013-06-30 01:38:34
right bitch niga man bitch niga

anonymous readerReport 

2013-06-30 01:37:13
heh thz nigga trippn lol

anonymous readerReport 

2013-06-24 20:59:30
as u said i think their is enough sex in this because it is very hot sex i love ur writing please continue writing i really enjoy all of ur stories

penis123Report 

2013-06-22 00:39:56
This story makes my but look big

anonymous readerReport 

2013-06-14 15:10:10
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