“So good! So hot! Flood my pussy with your cum, Ben! More! More!”
Unfortunately, I only had a few more shots. But I made them count by blasting them right where Allie wanted them, and after a few seconds of tense arms and straining muscles, I relaxed and let go of her little body, letting Allie collapse off my dick and flat onto her stomach. Already, a mini-river of creamy goo was oozing out of her lewdly stretched pussy lips.
Allie panted and turned her head to me. “Ben, clear your schedule for a week from now. Because once I’m off my period I’m going to fuck you every chance I get.”
I was still pretty buzzed by the time I flopped back into a lounge chair, both from lingering alcohol and sexual satisfaction. It was dark outside, the backyard illuminated by several scattered lights around which various groups huddled together. And I settled in to catch my breath and sip some water.
A few minutes later, Megan came over and took the seat next to me. “Have a good time?” she asked with a wry grin on her face.
“Mmm…” I hummed an answer.
“The two of them give you a workout?”
I just shrugged. “No comment.”
“Ah, yes, the famous Ben reluctance to talk, even though everyone knows you just boned the Sanders twins.” Megan nodded. “Probably the only ‘nice guy’ quality you’ve got left.”
“Hey, I always make sure the girl is satisfied,” I pointed out.
“Your golden rule. That makes you a good lover, Ben; not a nice guy.” Megan sighed. “Enjoying your life, are you?”
At first I was ready to nod enthusiastically, but I felt something inside me deflate. Yeah, messing around with the Sanders twins was hot, but it still lacked the emotional richness of that one afternoon with Summer. In fact, even though Abbie and Allie were friends I’d known for a long time, screwing them felt more like Donna or Stacey than anything really special. My chest deflated along with that mood and I sagged into my chair. “Well…” I stalled.
“What, finding your sex life a little meaningless? A little empty?” Megan leaned over.
I frowned and waggled my head. Megan had been one of my closest friends for nearly two years now and I didn’t feel the slightest hesitation in sharing my emotions with her, despite the trials of our breakup. “Well, yeah, a little. But… I get these urges, you know?”
“Of course I know. Girls have hormones, too,” she shrugged.
“But… uh, well, you don’t have to answer this,” I began. “But have you…?”
Megan arched an eyebrow at me. “Have I had sex with anyone since you? No. I haven’t.”
“Why not? I thought you loved sex.”
“I do. But I can’t just fuck someone, Ben. It doesn’t work that way for me. Unlike you, I’m not ‘just a guy’. I have to have feelings for someone.” She sighed. “I tried… once… You don’t know him. He’s a guy from Chinese school. We went on a couple of dates and we started getting into things… but… the spark just wasn’t there. He was cute and all, but I didn’t even feel that much when I kissed him. And even though I was horny as hell, I could never be intimate with him.”
I pinched my lips together and looked down at the ground. I sighed and murmured, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For… for everything, Megan. I really screwed up. I let my hormones get the best of me, and I ruined what we had. If I hadn’t, you’d still be having great sex and I’d still have the most caring girlfriend of my life.”
Megan turned her head away from the light, casting her face half in shadow. Still, on the illuminated half, I saw the corner of her lip creep up in a smile. “You still think that about me?”
I sighed. “I won’t disparage anyone else, but you were the most considerate and attentive girlfriend I ever had. You always listened and you knew my moods before I even had them half the time.”
“I nagged you and bossed you around you mean, always trying to psychoanalyze your motives.” Megan grinned wryly.
“Well, maybe a little,” I smiled. “But… well… you’ll always be my first girlfriend, Megan. Nothing can ever take that away.”
“And you’ll always be my first… everything… Ben,” Megan sighed, then reached over and squeezed my hand.
I looked at her in the dim light, our eyes connecting, and for a brief moment I wondered why I didn’t just get back together with Megan. I was unattached, tiring of life screwing whichever girl offered, and lonely at not having a girlfriend. They said that the main reason to have a girlfriend was to have a regular source for getting laid. Well I got laid regularly enough without the girlfriend. But there was no making up for the companionship and emotional attention.
But then Megan turned her head away and released my hand. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Ben, but I’m happy we broke up.”
My minor hopes fell. “Uh, really?”
“Yeah. It made me grow up a bit. It made me look at the situation rationally. I might have gone through the rest of high school as your girlfriend, which would have been fine, but I wouldn’t have learned the control I have now. I’d like to think that getting my heart broken matured me a bit.”
“Maturity. Hmph.” I shook my head. “Got anything to teach me?”
Megan laughed. “Yeah, keep it in your pants until you realize the consequences of your actions. You’re just a teenager now, Ben. But sooner or later all that fucking around is going to catch up to you, one way or another. You’d better learn before that happens.”
I exhaled. Consequences. I’d been telling myself that for a few months now. It made sense in theory, the whole look before you leap thing. But flash some tits in my face and reason flew out of my brain. All that was left was my other head. “I know, Megan. I know.”
“You’re trying, I get that. But you don’t know yet. And when you do figure it out, gimme a call.” Megan stood up and turned away. But before she left, she looked back at me. “I’m still waiting for the boy I fell in love with.”
I only had a slight hangover on Saturday morning. Unfortunately, it was made worse by Eden and Emma hogging the TV with a Lizzie McGuire rerun on the Disney Channel and then blasting one of their Backstreet Boys CDs. There are few things more annoying in this world than two 11-year-olds singing “I Want it That Way”. I was only too happy to get out of the house for the school’s Graduation Ceremony.
Summer, of course, was thrilled to see me. There was no awkward tension between us as I hugged her warmly in front of her parents and wished her luck at UCLA. We were a relationship that never was, and so there was nothing to regret.
Adrienne was there as well, saying goodbye to her friends, and she gave me and Summer a funny look, although she didn’t comment. I ended up sitting with her and Lynne Arian during the ceremony itself, and it was one of the most awkward hours of my life. Lynne was friendly enough. But except for lunches with Summer, during which all my focus was on Summer herself, this was my first prolonged contact with Adrienne since our split.
I found myself glancing at my gorgeous ex-girlfriend every minute or so, feeling the urge to hold her in my arms or otherwise initiate our old physical familiarity with each other. And from the way Adrienne would start leaning towards me for a few minutes before jerking herself away self-consciously, I presumed she also had some lingering feelings from our brief but intense relationship. After ten minutes, Adrienne finally just got up and switched seats with Lynne so that she wouldn’t have to sit next to me anymore. I understood how she felt.
After the ceremony, Mizuho Nishioka actually grabbed my ass and pecked me. She left some sort of sparkly makeup on my cheek and only made it worse when she tried to rub it off.