Corrupting a Minor

MINOR CORRUPTIONS: Sean's Story

-by Marc P. (email miniegg69@hotmail.com)

The following story contains acts of a sexual nature between consenting adults. If you are offended by heterosexual and/or homosexual acts, by all means continue reading; just be prepared to be offended.

This story is a continuation of my first work, "Corrupting a Minor." It is not necessary to have read the first, but I highly recommend it, and that's not just because I'm the author.

I apologize for the very, very long delay between installments. I've had a crazy six months. I hope this chapter satisfies.

When we last left our hero, he had just returned home to Colorado for summer break and has been reacquainted with an old friend, Justin, who seems to share in Sean's sexual proclivitiesÉ

CHAPTER 3:

"Dude, do you know some chick named Anne Mac-Something-or-other?"

We'd just finished a particularly long day of caddying and were in the locker room. Chatham and I were getting dressed but Justin had lingered to talk with Mr. Noakes, our prissy little English boss, so he was just stepping out of the shower. He stood before us in all his naked glory, droplets of water clinging to his smooth, tan skin, as he was towel drying his hair.

"Anne McMurray? Yeah, I know her," I answered as nonchalantly as I could, trying my damnedest not to stare too hard at his crotch. "We went to Kennedy together. I didn't know her all that well, though." Which was a lie. All through our sophomore and junior years she had a thing for me. I wasn't all that interested. She was cute enough, a short spunky redhead. She was skinny as a rail and for some unnatural reason was obsessed with math and physics. Senior year she began to fill out, developed a chest and ass, and all of a sudden didn't want to talk to me anymore since she was dating the captain of the ski team. "Why are you asking?"

"Oh," Justin continued, "Bobby told me her `rents are out of town this weekend so she's throwing a huge party. Just thought we should check it out. You up for it, Chath?"

"Man, I'm always up for a par-tay," Chatham answered, then turned to me. "You think it's gonna be cool or terribly lame?"

I shrugged. "It should be kicking. I don't remember her ever throwing a party but her parents have a big house. And if that prick-ass Bobby Buckner has heard about it, it's sure to be big." Bobby had been a tight-end for our high school's football team and had gotten a scholarship to Duke. He was ridiculously popular and had banged half the cheerleaders and nearly all of the women's soccer team, or at least that's how the rumors went. Of course the rumors also said that he'd banged half of the JV football team as well, so it was hard to sort out fact from fiction. Bottom-line, however was if he were planning on going chances are it would be a very good party.

Justin finished drying his hair and wrapped his towel around his slender waist. "Whatevs. A lame party is better than no party at all. I'm a little tired of getting drunk or stoned with you by the gorge."

I smiled coyly. "No you're not." Justin blushed and Chatham laughed quietly. Over the past few weeks Justin and I had been hanging out a lot. Our sexual relationship hadn't progressed much past mutual sucking and jerking and we certainly didn't flirt with each other in public. Justin was vehemently maintaining that he was 100% straight and that we were just friends with benefits, which was suiting me just fine considering it had been over a month and I still couldn't go more than a few hours without thinking of Marc and feeling nauseous.

To my credit, I had assessed the party fairly accurately. It was like I was attending my one-year high school reunion. Anne's parents had a large, two-story colonial with a circular driveway that was packed with many a trendy SUV. It was set fairly far back from the road but you could still hear the music from the street. The whole first floor was packed with people drinking and smoking. And since it was a warm evening a lot of people were out back by the pool either swimming or lounging.

I spent a good deal of the first hour making the rounds, catching up with people I would have been happier never to have seen again. But I was polite enough. Justin knew a few people who had gone to his high school across town when he had lived here but Chatham knew no one. Not that it mattered since he was a very social guy so I didn't need to baby-sit him. In fact, once we got there I hardly saw him all evening.

Justin, however, ended up hanging around me most of the night, which suited me fine since I really didn't want to have to talk to many of the party-goers. I did get to shoot the shit with a few people I had been looking forward to seeing again. And a lot of the girls seemed very interested in Justin. He was quite the hottie, after all. But apparently he was hanging around me too much all night.

Shortly before midnight, Chatham sidled up to me while Justin was in the kitchen getting us some beer and said, "Dude, you might want to be a bit more careful. Peeps is talkin'."

I smiled wryly. "Peeps is talkin'?" I said, mocking him. "Since when are you from north Jersey? And exactly what is it that these `peeps' is talkin' about?"

Chatham rolled his eyes. "All I'm saying is this group of guys over thereÑ" and he motioned to a couple of former basketball players "Ñwere asking who Sean's `boyfriend' was. I'm not saying they were saying anything. I'm just saying they noticed you've been spending all night together. And you do both touch each other an awful lot."

"There you are!" We were interrupted by the arrival of a tall, leggy blond I recognized as this girl named Sarah. She put her arm around Chatham and thrust a Dixie cup filled to the brim with tequila into his hand. "You told me you'd do a shot with me!" Then she noticed me standing there. "Sean! How the hell are ya, kiddo!" she slurred, obviously tanked. "Thanks for bringing this guy along." She ran her free hand underneath Chatham's T-shirt and rubbed his tummy. Chatham blushed a bit.

"So, this is one of those things I shouldn't ever mention to Breanna, eh?" I asked.

Chatham smiled and winked. "That's my boy." Sarah and Chatham took the shots and as they walked off Chatham turned back to me and said, "Just remember what I told you."

I became really self-conscious and from that point on avoided Justin as best I could all evening. And that actually worked out to my advantage in some ways because around one o'clock Anne managed to corner me. She was totally slarmied and couldn't keep her hands off of me. She kept touching my arm and face, running her hands under my shirt. She slurred on and on about high school, and continued to ask me why we never went out, and did I have a girlfriend in college, and if I thought she was attractive. At one point she asked me if I was still a virgin. I blushed and told her no. And truth be told (and I sure as hell never told them this) but I had both my cherries popped the night I first had sex with Marc and Julie. I suspect Julie had known, but we never talked about it.

And then, out of the blue, Anne said, "My parents have a waterbed. Wanna go try it out?"

Quickly, I surveyed the scene. Chatham was off on one of the chairs by the fireplace sucking face and fingering that Sarah chick. Justin was being hit on by a couple of young women I didn't recognize. Neither one of them would realize I was gone if I decided to follow Anne upstairs. Only one question remained; was I horny enough to fuck her? Um, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, was I not a nineteen-year-old male? That settled, I wrapped my arm around her waist and grinned, slyly, saying "Sure, but you've got to go easy. I get seasick."

I soon found myself following Anne up the stairs hand in hand, to the bedroom at the far end of the hall. She didn't even bother to turn on the light as she kicked the door closed behind us and pushed me onto the bed. She was not lying; her parents did indeed have a waterbed. I felt myself sink into it as I fell backwards, Anne leaning all of her weight on top of me.

Our lips locked immediately. Her lips were soft and supple and she expertly nibbled on my own as she wasted no time lifting the bottom of my shirt and caressing my stomach. She tasted of alcohol and cigarette smoke. The scent from her perfume wafted up my nostrils and assaulted me with pinecones and violets, the scent of pure femininity. It was a smell that carried me back to Leonora. I reached behind her and gently stroked her back. Her pliable, delicate skin was hot and tender under my fingertips. Anne oozed of femininity, a quality my most recent female partners lacked altogether. Kelly with an E-Y was a downright skank and Julie was too viciously domineering to be considered feminine.

Anne and I continued our light embrace for several minutes, our tongues dancing a light fandango. Slowly I pulled away and gazed at her face. The pale light from the full moon shone through the gossamer curtains and cast flickering shadows across the bed as a slight breeze blew. I could hear the partygoers splashing around in the pool below as I beheld Anne's face. There was a seamless beauty about it, a tenderness and lovingness I hadn't had in awhile. Or ever. But there was something wrong about it, something inherently not right.

I wasn't given much opportunity to revel in the moment, because Anne took the pause in our kiss to slide out from underneath me and to prop herself up at the head of the bed. She spread her legs, looked at me seductively and whispered heavily, "What are you waiting for, Sean?" She ran her hands down her tight T-shirt, stroking her breasts and stomach and letting them rest in her crotch.

I wasn't going to waste any time. I was horny, by God, and while this didn't feel entirely right I decided it was best if I just went for it. I kicked off my Adidas sandals and bounded up to her and bit into her neck, sucking feverishly. She instantly galvanized to my aggression and started clawing at my back, moaning slightly.

Quickly I slid down her body, pressing my mouth briefly over her left breast, tonguing her hard nipple through the soft fabric of her T-shirt. But I didn't want to waste too much time with foreplay. Something about the whole situation screamed fast and furious. So that's what I planned to be: fast and furious.

I soon found face nuzzled in her crotch. I could tell she was already moist beneath her shorts and panties. As deftly as I could in the pale light I unbuckled her belt, and opened up her shorts. I slid them down her trim, slender legs and tossed them aside. Slowly I licked my way back up her inner thighs where I soon discovered that Anne apparently didn't bother with the hassle of undergarments. She kept her pubes neatly trimmed, but full, something I really liked. Her snatch was ripe and waiting, her cuntlips stretched and inviting and I wondered briefly how many randy college guys had banged my onetime high school admirer. Anne had told me she was in a sorority back at school so I'm guessing a fair amount.

Not caring at all, I buried my tongue deep inside of her. Her scent was a mixture of female musk and Ivory-fresh goodness. But her overt cleanliness did not outwardly mask the moist and bitter taste of her horniness. As I drove my tongue deeper and harder I lapped at her clit, causing Anne to shake and twitch beneath me. She was vocal fuck, moaning and cursing, telling me how good I was and begging me for more. I'd had good practice with the oral pleasuring of a woman through Julie, who was a very instructive sexual partner.

I reached underneath Anne's shirt and fondled her breasts as I continued to lick and suck at her dripping cunt. I tweaked and pinched her rock hard nipples as I drove her closer and closer to climax. At one point she grasped my hair between her fingers and yanked and pulled and scratched, writhing underneath me and begging me to lick and suck her more. Happy to oblige, I licked and lapped faster, flicking the tip of my tongue over her swollen, sensitive clit. She squeezed her legs around my head and used them to pull me closer, burying my face in her moist folds. I thought at one point she was going to suffocate me in her snatch.

Anne's breathing became ragged and I sensed she might be getting close, which was good because my jaw was getting tired. But she surprised me. Almost all at once she yanked at my hair, pulling me off of her. I looked up at her quizzically, my face damp with her juices. Anne looked down at me rather seductively and said, "Fuck me, Sean. Fuck me. Right. Now."

She grabbed harshly at my shirt and tore it over my head as I scrambled higher, our bodies bouncing buoyantly in the wake of the waterbed. As my shirt was thrown over my head and onto the floor, my mouth met Anne's and we began a fevered embrace. Our tongues flickered back and forth, our breathing heavy, our teeth biting each other's lips. Anne, still propped up against the headboard, tweaked my nipples roughly between her fingers. Her violent assault made me moan in pain and pleasure; the tender visions I'd had of Leonora transformed into the frenetic and oftentimes brutal sex with Julie and Marc.

But my cock couldn't tell the difference. It was begging for attention and much to its pleasure that attention was not far off. When Anne had tired of my chest, her hands found their way down my flat stomach and were soon unfastening my belt. Rather clumsily yet without breaking our kiss, I shucked my shorts and boxers, releasing my aching, dripping dick into the warm night air.

So suddenly exposed, a slight shiver ran down my spin when a wisp of the evening breeze traveled across my naked back and buttocks. But good ol' Anne was right there, grasping my ass and squeezing my firm cheeks tightly in her hands.

"Nice ass," she moaned into my mouth. I think I was able to mutter a `thank you' before she said, "Ok, now fuck me goddammit." And I'm positive I never got a response out before she reached down and guided my cock straight into her awaiting folds. Instantly I was overcome with the essence of sex: her hot, naked body pressing against mine, my cock completely enveloped by her tightness and warmth, a pure animalistic connection.

I began fucking her deftly. With her legs wrapped around my waist and her pulling me into her violently it was almost impossible not to. Our bodies, now slick with a thin layer of sweat, slid back and forth against each other. She contracted her muscles expertly around me with each thrust, feverishly trying to milk the cum from my balls. The bed creaked and shook as we bounced up and down. As we fell into a steady rhythm the mattress began to oscillate with same frequency as our thrusting.

Anne continued uttering a string of lust-filled obscenities as we abandoned the kiss altogether. There was a plethora of Oh Gods and Fuck me's, a few Oh that's so fucking goods, and heaps of Oh Seans. After only a few minutes I could hear her breath getting ragged and she started digging her nails into my back.

And then I was instantaneously blinded by the hall-light as the bedroom door flung open and I heard a voice say, "Hey have you guys seenÉ Oops."

I stopped fucking Anne almost immediately but our bodies continued to rock back and forth with the waves from the bed. Craning my neck, I squinted my eyes to try to see who was invading our privacy, while at the same time I was cursing out both of us for having forgotten to lock the door. Anne, however, was still into our little sexcapade and kept thrusting her hips against my pelvis in an attempt to keep us fucking. In fact, her eyes were closed and she kept muttering "don't stop" under her breath.

The question of our intruder's identity was soon answered when a puzzled voice asked, "Sean? Is that you?"

I lay there stunned. "Justin?"

"I don't care who it is!" Anne cried. "Just don't stop." She grasped my ass tightly between her fingertips and kept my dick pressed deep into her twat. She was simply not letting me go.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I was able to ascertain that it was indeed Justin standing in the doorway. And his initial look of shock and confusion had given way to a smile.

"Well, you look like you're having fun," he mused. "Mind if I stay and watch."

Um, kind of, numbnuts! "Just get the fuck out, Justin," I cried. But Justin made no effort to move. To Anne's chagrin I had pretty much stopped fucking her, my dick softening ever so slightly.

"Look, I don't care if he watches!" Anne cried through pants of ecstasy. "I don't care if he fucking joins in! Just don't stop, goddammit! I'm so fucking close!" She dug her nails deep into the fleshy globes of my ass and bucked her hips violently up to meet mine in an attempt to keep going.

But I had unfortunately noticed Justin's eyes light up when Anne had jokingly mentioned him joining. And in an instant he had closed the door behind him and was sauntering over to the bed, stripping en route.

I shook my head at him. I didn't want him around. I had no idea what he had in mind. He'd been drinking and I could tell his eyes were filled with lust, which meant he could do pretty much anything. As he shed his shorts and boxers, his last vestiges of clothing, I was overcome with passionate desire. Justin's lithe, trim body glistened in the soft moonlight, a teenaged Adonis. I felt my dick enliven again and refocused all my efforts on fucking Anne. But silently, I braced myself for whatever it was Justin had in mind. I had Anne pinned against the headboard and I was well aware that my ass was the only part of either of us that was exposed.

Justin positioned himself behind me and I felt him gently rub his hand down my side. I shivered at his touch and almost climaxed right there. And when I felt his spit-moistened finger tracing the ring around my hole, I moaned involuntarily. God, I hadn't been fucked since Marc and I had made love the night before he graduated, a night that would forever be embedded in my mind as perfection. And perhaps the last night I'd ever see him.

But the sensations overcoming my body would not allow my mind to dwell too long on anything else. Anne was grunting and having spasms beneath me, teetering dangerously close to the edge of orgasm. My own cock was beginning to convulse with pleasure as Justin thrust two moist fingers into my hole and my anal ring opened easily and invitingly. I, too, was teetering on the edge of climax, by aching balls tightening against my body.

Justin leaned in and pressed his mouth against my ear. His hot breath sent yet another shiver down my spine as my nostrils were overcome with his masculine scent, the raw scent of cologne and beer and sweat. As he continued to slowly fuck my ass with his fingers, he whispered hoarsely into my ear, "Can I fuck you, buddy?"

"Oh God yes!" I spat as soon as I caught my breath, which was ragged from my near-orgasmic panting.

Justin began to nibble lightly on my earlobe as he removed his fingers slowly from my ass. I soon felt the warmth of his shaft as he slid his pre-cum slick cockhead up and down my crack, tickling my sensitive ring and teasing my twitching hole with the promise of being filled with his beautiful engorged meat.

Still breathing heavily and gripping my back tightly, Anne opened her eyes and stared at me. Slowly she moved her gaze to Justin, who was looking at her over my shoulder. Panting, she looked back and forth between the two handsome young men who were hovered over her. A moment later she rested her gaze on Justin, who was still teasing my ass with his tool, its head poised at the entrance of my chute. In the flickering moonlight I could see a small smile creep over Anne's face as she stared intently at Justin. She willed her breathing to a semi-normal level and whispered huskily, "Do it, Justin."

Instantly Justin was pressing all of his weight against me and his large, meaty cock thrust deep into my ass. I yelped from the bittersweet assault as my sphincter opened wide and his rock-hard shaft plunged deep inside me, to its hilt. As he grazed my prostate I felt my balls tighten even more. The force of his thrust caused me to bury my own cock deeper into Anne's folds and she too shuttered with pleasure, a pleasure that turned into pure orgasmic bliss.

Anne tossed her head back, slamming it against the headboard. Her thighs tightened around my torso as her nails dug deeply into my back, drawing blood. I didn't care, however. As she began to spasm around my cock, the combination of her orgasm mixed with the pure ecstasy of once again having my ass filled to the brim with grade A teen meat was enough to send me over the edge as well. Every single muscle in my body contracted at once. My ass clenched down on Justin's cock and he let out a guttural moan as own dick began to spasm. Anne was shrieking and groaning as I unleashed what felt like gallons of hot, sticky cum into her cunt. Every time I shot she would spasm more, her head flopping wildly from side to side, exhaling more profanities than I'd ever heard come from a woman in my life, even Julie.

Whereas Anne and I were finishing, Justin was just beginning. Now that he had successfully entered me, he began to slide his cock in and out of my ass, which caused me to continue fucking Anne even though I'd finished. My cock hadn't softened yet so I was still filling her quite nicely. And quite nicely it must have been because shortly after I'd stopped pumping my load into her she began to moan and writhe again.

"Oh Christ!" she cried, "I'm fucking coming again! Oh fucking God you boys are fucking amazing oh my fucking GOD!" And she started to spasm with a second orgasm not moments after the first. I'm quite surprised if, even over the din of the party, we weren't heard by someone.

Anne's second orgasm was not nearly as powerful as the first and my dick began to soften, so when she'd calmed down she slid out from underneath me. This left me on my hands and knees, on the waterbed, getting fucked by Justin from behind. And Justin was not wasting any time or energy. He was in full rhythmic force, hands on my hips, each thrust pulling me closer. His balls would repeatedly slap against my ass and I would shutter every time I would feel his heat as his loins pressed against my ass and he buried his cock deep into me.

While Anne lay spent next to us, Justin went to town. Getting tired of fucking me doggy style, he pulled out and roughly flipped me over. I landed on the buoyant bed with a resounding plop. Instinctively I cupped my hands behind my knees and raised my legs over my head, giving Justin full access to my hole. After he nestled himself snuggly back inside, I rested my ankles on his shoulders and he pounded away again. He looked down at me and in the dim light I could see a smile of contention on his face, all the while his eyes filled with lust.

"You like this, kiddo?" he asked as he fucked me harder.

I stared up at his gorgeous face, contorted ever so slightly with determination as he expertly slid his cock in and out of my eager ass. I realized yes, I did like this. Not only did I like it; I wanted it. And I wanted it not just because I needed a good lay but because it was Justin who was fucking me; Justin my self-proclaimed straight friend with benefits. I was heading into dangerous territory here. I was heading into Marc territory.

But all that came out of my mouth was "Oh God yes," followed by a slight moan.

And my dick couldn't deny the fact that I was enjoying myself. It hadn't stayed soft for long. Justin wasn't technically as good as Marc but his meat was serving its purpose. The occasion brush of the prostate was enough to have me hard and leaking again in no time.

"Hmmm, aren't you boys forgetting something?" Snapped out of my revelry I looked next to me to see Anne, having stripped her sweat- soaked T-shirt off, fingering herself. Her small, pert breasts bounced ever so slightly as the waterbed continued to rock up and down.

I assessed the situation briefly. Here I was, flat on my back, being plowed up the ass by my former best friend, and lying next to me, naked, was my former high school admirer. Trapped in my supine position I was having difficulty figuring out how to get her involved. And for a self-proclaimed straight boy Justin didn't seem all that eager to get any snatch. He ignored Anne completely, lost in fucking my firm, tight ass.

None of our hesitation seemed to bother Anne because she just sat right up, straddled my face, and said, "Hey Sean, how about I get a little more from that expert tongue of yours?"

Well, not like I could have said no considering I was in no position to actually go anywhere. And I was getting randy again so I slipped my tongue inside as she rested her crotch on my face, and I began to dutifully lap at her wet, dripping cunt. Slowly but surely I slipped into my own private heaven; an amazing specimen of American teen male filling my ass and a perky, redheaded sorority girl riding my face. The burning pleasure I was feeling from the friction Justin's cock was making in my ass was expertly complemented by the juices dripping into my mouth from Anne's folds, a delicious sweet and salty mixture of her cunt-juices and my own cum.

"Nice piece of ass, isn't he?" I heard Anne say above me.

"Fuck yeah," Justin said. "Tighter than any pussy I've ever had. And he sucks dick better than any chick I know." I really don't like it when I'm talked about like a piece of meat, but I was having a hard time finding it too demeaning, all things considered.

"Yeah well he sure knows his way around a cunt, let me tell you." Anne let out a little squeal as I lightly clamped down on her clit.

"His juice is real sweet, too," Justin suggested. "You should try it."

Anne giggled with delight. "I think I'll go for it." I was having trouble breathing and was about to say something about that when Anne leaned forward and I was able to take a deep breath. And almost instantly I felt the warmth of her supple lips touching my now engorged cockhead as her mouth slipped around my shaft. And oh my fucking God if I wasn't in sensory overload land! As I continued to lap at Anne's tasty twat she expertly slid my cock all the way down her throat and in two or three tries she'd taken it to the base. With one of her hands she gently massaged my once-again swollen balls. I couldn't figure out whether to concentrate on the tight moistness surrounding my dick, the fat cock stretching my asshole, or the damp, fleshy folds of Anne's cunt liberally dripping juices into my gaping mouth.

I didn't have to wait very long to choose however because it would all be over in a matter of minutes. Justin's pace became more fevered and frantic as he started to rapidly piston his meat in and out of my ass, his balls slapping against me and his breath coming in short, ragged grunts. Oh, he was close all right. I focused all my energy on getting him off. I slowed the tonguing of Anne's clit and concentrated on the dick that was filling my boy-cunt. With each of Justin's inward thrusts I contracted my ass-muscles around his cock, trying to milk the come from his nutsacks, a trick Marc had taught me.

And it worked like a charm. In only a few short moments Justin was screaming at the top of his lungs and I felt his cock twitch inside of me as he buried it deep into my ass. Gob after gob of hot, sticky cum burst forth and flowed deep inside my gut, filling me with his precious cream. He must have shot at least ten times. He convulsed and twitched and groaned until he slumped over in a whimpering heap.

Like clockwork, Anne and I followed suit. Justin's cock set my prostate on fire and as Anne's tongue swirled around my sensitive cockhead it was all but too much and I shot my second load of the evening. My moans were muffled in Anne's twat as I came. But the thick creamy load I sent cascading down her throat must have been to her liking because as she was swallowing my seed, she had her third blessed orgasm of the night, drenching my face and squeezing it like a vise between her thighs. I thought for a moment I was going to drown and if I did I certainly didn't care. It struck me as the perfect way to die.

Yet die I did not, save for those two petits morts, bien sur. Anne rolled off of me onto her back and in an unladylike fashion propped her feet up on the headboard. Justin slowly slid his softening cock out of my ass, lowered my legs and collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my heaving chest. Instinctively I began to stroke his hair. I wouldn't allow the questions to flood my mind; I would not have another Marc on my hands; I simply didn't want that.

We lay like that for several minutes, until I noticed Anne had sat up, cross-legged, and was staring at Justin and me. "Well, now I'm really confused," she said.

Justin craned his neck and lifted his head slightly off my chest. "Eh?" he grunted quizzically.

"Well," Anne said looking directly at me, "I brought you up here, Sean, specifically because there were rumors floating around that you and Justin were queer for each other and I didn't really believe them, but I wasn't really sure. So I asked your friend Chatham." I groaned in disgust, because I didn't like where this was going. "Well he said that if you were sleeping together it was news to him. But Bobby and Tommy insisted that you had to be. So Chatham says to me, `well why don't you test him?' So I did."

I smirked. Good old Chatham. Trying to get me laid anyway possible. He is the man with a plan.

Anne continued as Justin and I lay there in awe. "So then I get you up here and you seem really eager but I was positive you weren't going to go for it. But I remember I had this thing for you when we were back in high school, so I figured I'd go for it. And then I was totally convinced there was no way in hell you could be gay because no gay man could possible eat a woman out that good." I blushed. Anne turned to face Justin. "And then you walked in and, well, you know, and now I'm really fucking confused."

"But are you satisfied?" Justin asked coyly.

Anne grinned and blushed. "Yeah," she said meekly.

"Then," Justin continued, "All you have to do is tell anyone who asks that all you know is Sean's a great lay. Cuz he is." Justin poked my stomach and I laughed.

"But if you are sleeping together," Anne began, "and you still can fuck me like I've never been fucked before, thenÉ" Anne trailed off and collapsed back down onto the bed, making Justin and I bounce in her wake. "I need a fucking cigarette."

"I think I have some in the pocket of my shorts," Justin said, smiling. "That is, if I can find them." Both he and Anne propped themselves up on the their elbows and surveyed the room. There were heaps of clothing strewn in every direction and it was impossible to tell what was what in the dim light.

Anne looked over at Justin and shrugged. "Fuck it. That shit'll kill me anyways."

All three of us chuckled as Anne and Justin collapsed back onto the bed. I lay there in the wake of the waterbed, between the two of them, staring at the ceiling as the waves settled down, more content and more confused than I'd been in a long time.

To Be Continued...

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