Candy Carter and Trevor Hansen thanked me for coming and said they’d be around since they were both attending UC Irvine, along with what seemed like a quarter of the graduating class.
After the ceremony, I mingled around. Donna Kincaid slid her hand into my back pocket and told me she intended to cash in on her rain check for our missed rendezvous the past Monday. She also challenged me to guess whether or not she was wearing any clothes underneath her graduation gown. Since there was no sign of a shirt at her neckline and nothing but bare skin below the hemline, save for some strappy 3-inch heels, I started to imagine that she was indeed naked beneath the shimmering cloth. Donna turned away with a twinkle in her eyes, and if she was wearing shorts, they must have been pretty high cut because I still saw nothing but naked thigh through the slit in her gown as she walked.
Shortly after, Stacey Whitehouse gave me a big hug and kissed my ear tenderly. I still had a hard-on from Donna and Stacey smiled as she ground herself against it, humming happily before releasing me and backing away. Lynne Arian happened to be nearby, and she shot me an odd glance before turning to continue her conversation with someone else.
I even ran into Elyse Laughton, ex-Cheerleader Captain, who gave me a dirty look before spinning away to charm another cheerleader’s parents. I directed my conversation to one of the Senior guys who’d been in another class with me, but I couldn’t help overhearing Elyse inform the parents that she was going to Cal Berkeley in the fall. Something in the back of my head told me I’d be seeing the raven-haired beauty somewhere down the road.
We all took pictures and everyone said their goodbyes. Even though most people would still be in town for a few months, there was a certain finality in knowing they would never return to the school as students again. And so there were many tears and many hugs all around, and then we all went our separate ways.
I returned home and wound up lying down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I would really miss Summer. But when I really thought about it, Donna and Stacey and the others were elements I didn’t really need in my life. I still had my old crew for friends. And with less distractions, maybe I could spend the next two weeks really figuring out what I wanted to do with my life, and the kind of people I wanted to spend that life with.
And then come June 30th, it was off to summer camp… and Dawn. It would really be a time to get away from the real world, something I was greatly looking forward to. And when I returned in August, I would be a new man.
At least, that was the plan.
Even though we’d just seen each other a couple days before, come Monday my high school friends organized to hit the beach. Our parents were at work for the day and we wanted a chance to let loose a bit.
It was a smaller crew: me, Megan, Cassidy, Kenny and Rachel, Daniel and Elaine, Sung and Stephanie. Abbie and Allie were planning to come as well, but they canceled at the last minute. It was just as well. They’d both be on their periods by now and I knew never to question it if a girl felt weird during that one week out of every month. My sisters had taught me that much.
Of course, with six people paired up into three couples, two of them still in the honeymoon phase, I quickly found myself alone with Megan and Cassidy. We all felt awkward for about three seconds, and then it was right back to being friends. Megan ribbed me about losing my harem and Cassidy alternated sneaking nostalgic stares at me and remembering her old comfortable familiarity with me.
Now we nine weren’t the only ones on the beach. There were several other teenage coteries, many from other high schools, and one group of particularly attractive girls. Kenny, quite deliberately, led me with a frisbee toss right into the middle of them. And after catching the disc, I fell to the sand and found myself staring at quite the collection of tits.
Grinning, I made small talk but then reminded myself to keep a lid on my libido and excused myself away. One cute brunette made a flippant comment to me about stopping by later but I tried to wall it away, and both Megan and Cassidy seemed to notice the change in my behavior compared with the past few months.
I stuck to my “plan”. Yeah, I flirted with my two ex-girlfriends a little, but for the most part I kept my really perverted comments to myself. We chatted as friends and interacted comfortably, although I did let my mind wander every now and again to memories of when we were all together as a triple. And it wasn’t just me. Megan and Cassidy kept looking at me and then exchanging glances, as if evaluating whether or not I was changing for real.
Eventually, it was time to head home and we packed up and left. And that afternoon, for the first time in a long while, I found myself taking matters into my own hands, envisioning the cute brunette from the beach as I jacked myself off into some tissues.
The orgasm was just about relief. I didn’t need anything else. Next week, yeah, I’d probably boink the Sanders twins a couple of times, but then it was off to camp and Dawn and I vowed to myself to learn to keep my dick in my pants. My time with Summer and my conversations with Megan perpetually reminded me that sex with people I barely knew could be pleasurable, but only sex with people I cared about could really satisfy.
I went that entire first week of summer break without having sex. By Wednesday I was twitchy, suffering withdrawal symptoms. By Friday I was a wreck. And by the following Monday, I was going INSANE. Brooke wondered what the hell was wrong with me, and even Eden and Emma were staying away from me. I just hadn’t gone this long without getting laid in a LONG time, and even my magazines and my right hand weren’t cutting it.
It didn’t help that Brooke had somehow picked up Brandi’s old exhibitionist streak. She was fifteen now and her developing body had certainly gotten a boost. She was in the middle of her growth spurt, something I realized with certainty the one time her towel slipped as she was crossing the hallway after a shower. I had just enough of a mental flash to boinking my older sister Brandi to give me a massive erection.
Brooke had noticed her effect on me, and for the past two nights, she’d been shamelessly parading herself nearly-naked across the hall in a tease that reminded me so much of Brandi. My little sister kept the naughty bits covered up with towels or underwear, but just barely. And I couldn’t even look forward to a reunion with Brandi to quench the incestuous thoughts from my mind. She and Dayna had gotten summer internships at Berkeley and wouldn’t be coming home, not even joining us at camp that summer.
I was going crazy with inner lust. I didn’t even have a specific target in mind. I just wanted to FUCK something. I was trying to be good and not get myself involved in casual hookups anymore, but I CRAVED to get laid. After all, I still had Donna’s number and figured she’d be up for a roll in the hay. If Donna wasn’t available, maybe Stacey wouldn’t be so averse to screwing for old time’s sake. And when I told myself that those weren’t healthy relationships and they were girls I didn’t really care about, my mind drifted away to Keira. She was still in her hunt for Mr. Right, and I thought it was certainly possible she hadn’t gotten a good lay in a LONG time herself.
And where were the Sanders twins? It had been just over a week since the girls got their periods. Surely they’d be done by now and just itching to get it on, right? But for the entire Monday morning, they hadn’t called.
So I held Donna’s and Stacey’s numbers in my hand. If I struck out twice, I resigned myself to visiting Keira. And reaching out with a twitchy hand, I got ready to make the call.
But before I could grab the phone that Monday afternoon, it rang on its own. I stared at the thing dumbfounded for a minute before snagging it, answering a confused “Hello?”