This is a work of erotic fantasy, so there’s quite a lot of sex. However, there isn’t sex happening in every chapter. There are many passages that include setup, character development, and all that boring stuff which makes the sex that much more meaningful when it finally happens. I know not everyone cares about backstory or getting to know the characters, so each chapter which does have sex in it also has a heart following its title:

The sex is not intended to be pornographic or paraphilic. It’s just the kind of stuff that happens between people, though sometimes in somewhat unusual situations. This includes threesomes and groups, intimacy taking place among people under the age of eighteen (with no one over eighteen present), same-sex partners, and scenes involving brother-sister incest. If you live in the kind of world where you believe those sorts of things never happen, or should never happen, you’re both (1) welcome to stop reading now; and (2) not even remotely in touch with reality in any way at all.

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Kaeleigh Goes All the Way

Book 1: 2019 • Part V: March: Entering the Magic

4. Magic in the Moonlight

Wednesday evening, Kaeleigh saw the Buh-Muh kid again; but this time, it went a little differently.

She, Luke, and Mom had done the day at EPCOT’s World Showcase, which was entirely without ride offerings, but included myriad establishments that catered to adults. So they’d come back earlier than they had from either the Magic or Animal Kingdom, Mom was a little snockered and sleeping it off, and Luke was napping in their room. Her activity with him was a factor in that; they were equally energetic, but she simply had more ability to come than he did, and while his tongue had more than enough skill to handle that, there were times when she wanted it hard and fast. When he gave it to her, he needed some time to recover, but she hadn’t given him much opportunity to do that since it all started on Sunday.

They’d cuddled for a while as he drifted in and out of sleep, and the idea of her going to the arcade had come up. He wasn’t trying to get rid of her, but he didn’t want her lying around bored, and she saw that he really was very tired. She could go out and have some fun, and he’d text her when he woke up.

She’d kissed him, showered away the fuck-funk, and got dressed in a knee-length one-piece, not bothering with any undies; between the overall sultry warmth of Florida, and the ongoing warmth she’d been experiencing since she and Luke had fucked on the balcony, they seemed oppressive. Besides, it felt just a little sexy to go naked under that thin layer of cloth. It was breathy and light, not quite gauze, in pale pastel green. She liked how it draped over her butt and boobs.

She slipped away, leaving Luke snoring softly on the bed with Minnie and Goofy for company. The pose she’d set them up in would serve as a hint when he woke up, but it felt almost sacrilegious to leave them like that, Goofy on his back, Minnie atop him, his muzzle nuzzled between her little stuffed legs and her bright cheery grin at his groin.

She wandered from game to game in the arcade, shooting zombies, driving around racetracks, and blowing up several trillion aliens. She’d just finished getting creamed by a horde of barbarians when a voice said at her shoulder, “I guess I was kind of a tool the other day, huh?”

She turned around and there he was again, still blonde and still cute. He stood a little taller than she did, but there was no chance he weighed more. Toothpicks had wider shoulders. He was in the Florida standard tank-and-shorts uniform, hair spiked up in carefully-contrived bedhead disarray. His eyes were slightly terrified, and his face was bright red. “Oh,” she said. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi. I … I’m not, uh, s-stalking you or anything. I mean I was just, uh…” He gestured vaguely around at the dozens of bleeping and flashing consoles around them.

“Playing games?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “And I saw you and I wanted to … um … I’m sorry, you know, if I … the other day.”

She sighed. “You know, I think I’m sorry too.”

He blinked at her. “Why?”

Good question, her brain thought, and stood back to see what she came up with. “I … kinda shot you down pretty hard, I guess. I mean, I didn’t have to be that harsh. All you were doing was talking to me.”

“Oh.” He fidgeted a little. “Uh. Well. Thanks.”

“What’s your name?”


“Hi, Bryant. I’m Kaeleigh.” She stuck out her hand and he shook it, his fingers cold and shaking. “You wanna go for a walk? There’s this botanical path thing outside through the trees, I guess they have all these flowers and stuff and little signs telling you all about them, and I kinda want to check it out before we leave.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Friday,” she shrugged. “But I don’t think I’ll have much of a chance between now and then.”

“Uh.” He swallowed, then shrugged. “Yeah. Sure. Okay, yeah, that sounds cool.”

She waited until they were outside in the sultry nighttime air to say anything more. Bryant was gangly and angular and seemed as internally awkward as his appearance suggested, but maybe he wasn’t quite as dim as she’d decided earlier. “It took some balls to come up and talk to me in there.”

“I just … didn’t want you to think I was some kind of freak.”

Like I’d even remember you long enough to care, she almost said, but something stopped the comment before it was too late. He might not have meant anything to her at all, but she’d clearly made an impression on him; and how much work would it be, really, to spend a few minutes talking to a random kid she almost certainly never would see again, and smooth things over, and help him feel a little less shabby about himself? Particularly in light of the fact that he felt that way in the first place because of something she’d said to him?

And why was she even concerned about it at all? This really wasn’t like her. Something…

I need this, she’d said to Luke. And he’d given her everything.

Really? she thought. That much of a difference? Really?

“Well,” she said. “I guess that’s fair, Bryant. And I’d hate for you to think I’m some kind of a bitch.” Astonishingly, this was true; she realized it as she was saying it. What the hell was happening to her? “I mean, I … okay. There’s this really pretty girl that goes to my school, you know? And she’s got like a billion boys just sorta … following her everywhere, they’re all totally in love with her, she could have anything she wanted from them, and do you know what she does?”

Bryant shrugged and shook his head, eyeing her with caution.

“She strings them along. She makes them buy her stuff, like lunch or ice cream or candy or charm bracelets and necklaces or whatever, you know, and when she’s tired of using some boy, she just cuts him off and starts using another. And there’s always another. And she just doesn’t care. She could have friends. Real friends, you know, who care about whether … she had a bad day, or if her period’s bad that month, or her cat’s at the vet, or whatever. Those boys would all, and I mean all, care about her like that, be real friends, if she’d let them. But she’s … shallow, she’s a bitch, and she uses them, and someday she’s gonna be all alone. With cramps, and maybe with a dead cat or something, and that’s all she’ll have, that and chocolate wrappers and crappy jewelry, and no friends and no one to care about whether she’s alive or dead, or happy or crying, or anything. She’ll be all alone, and she’ll probably weigh like a thousand pounds from all that candy. That’s what’s gonna happen to her. You know?”

“Um,” said Bryant.

“And people will see her like that, all alone and fat and with shitty necklaces that turn her neck green, and they’ll say, Man, what happened to her? She used to be the hottest girl in school. And someone’ll say, Yeah, but she was always kind of a bitch. And they’ll all be thinking yeah, she was, and she kinda deserves it now. And … and I really don’t want to be like her. Not even a little bit. Ever. And I guess … if there’s a boy that likes me, or even just … wants to talk to me at a pool or whatever … maybe I need to think about not being a bitch. Cause there’s been times when I’ve been a bitch to boys that didn’t deserve it, and it … it’s way too easy to get in the habit, and before you know it, you’re full bitch, full time. And then I’ll be the one sitting all by myself one day, with no one left to care about me, wondering what happened.”

Oh my God. It’s true. It’s all true. Everything I just said to him is true.

“I get it,” he nodded. “I know a girl like that back home, too.”

“I think everybody knows a girl like that.”

“Yeah. I just … I mean, I’m not usually … like this. I mean, I can actually talk and stuff. With words and everything. But you…” He swallowed, his face glowing. “You’re just so pretty. So … God, you’re so pretty. And all the smooth things I want to say, all the, you know, the lines or whatever, they just … it’s like … they all jam up together in my head and nothing comes out right.”

“You’re doing fine now,” Kaeleigh said.

“I … I am?”

“Yeah. Maybe because you’re not trying to use any lines.”


They walked in silence for a while, flowers and bushes and trees everywhere. Little placards announced their names, but that information had become less important to her.

“Do you know what girls really like, Bryant?”

He snorted. “Fuck no. Um. Sorry for the, you know, the F-word.”

“Oh, fuck the F-word. What we like, what we really like, is a boy who … is himself. Not smooth, not lines, not trying to be something or put up a, you know, a front. Just a boy we can talk to, a boy worth listening to. Clothes, or bling, or strutting, that’s all … just bullshit, and any girl who’s into that, well, it’s just the same as chocolates and cheap jewelry. Those kinds of girls aren’t worth knowing, because they’re players, and they’ll fuck you around every time.”

“That’s … kinda what I always figured.”

They were quiet for a while again.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I did.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

He shrugged. “What about you? Uh, I don’t mean do you have a, a, a girlfriend…”

“Actually,” she said, “I do have a girlfriend.”

“Oh. Well … cool.”

“And a boyfriend. We’re in a … I guess you’d call it a sort of … steady threesome or something. But it’s cool cause we can, you know, get together any way we like any time, and we’re … sorta open, too, so they can be with other people, and I can too.”

Bryant was gaping at her. “That is … so fucking cool. God. You are so lucky.”

“I know,” she said. I am. I really, really … am. And I never did anything to deserve it. “It’s like … you know … jackpot.”

“And, uh, you know, they’re lucky too.”

She smiled, and it was sincere. “Thanks. That’s … very sweet.”

The path followed a crafted curve and they went along with it, deeper into the botanical set, and now even the lights from the resort were lost amid the growth. Dim orange LED lamps dotted along the path showed them where to walk, and the only other light was from the rising moon, bloated and gibbous in its wax.

“Do you … um … like … with, with them, do you have … uh. Never mind. It’s none of my business.”

“You mean, do we have sex?”


“Yeah, we do,” Kaeleigh said.

“…Cool. Like, seriously cool.”

“Yeah, it is. What about you?”

“Uh,” he shrugged. “Well, me and Michelle, we sorta … like … she’d, you know, spank it for me sometimes, and she let me finger her too, and sometimes she let me go down.”

“You ate her pussy?”


“Right on. Did you like it?”


“Me too. I love eating pussy.”

“Whoa,” Bryant said, and shook his head. “You’re like so totally cool. And your girlfriend is really lucky.”

“I am too, because she’s pretty, and she’s brave, and she’s strong and not afraid of anything, and I get to be with her. And my boyfriend’s sweet and a really great guy, and he’s bi, like me and her, so sometimes we get to have another boy there, and we all just sorta … get in a big old pile.”

“Man. I wish I knew a girl like you.”

“You do,” Kaeleigh said. “Well, sort of.”

“Heh. Oh yeah.”

They came to a small clearing, a miniature cul-de-sac that spelled the path’s end and its turnaround point. Trees stood all around, there was a covered bench, and a large trash can that reminded everyone to pitch in and reduce, reuse, recycle.

Kaeleigh looked up at the sky, the stars, the gravid moon. “God, what a pretty night.”

Bryant stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder, also looking up. “Yeah. It is.”

“It’s like … like Disney even sets up the sky, you know? Just … magic.” She thought of her room in the hotel and the boy who was there, sleeping, whom she would be returning to this night, and every other. “There really is magic, there has to be, and it’s in places like this. On nights like this. There’s magic in bodies, in love, in using your body to show love to another person all night, or even for five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” he chuckled.

“You’d be surprised how much you can get across in a really short time.”

He eyed her. “So you … kinda weren’t joking, I guess. When, I mean when you said you could … um, do it so hard I’d, I’d come in a minute.”

“I think I said less than a minute, and … yeah. I wasn’t really joking.” Travis, with Casper’s assistance, had taught her how. She’d asked him to demonstrate his speed-ball technique, then spent a few days practicing on both boys. It was sweet, how willing they were to volunteer their bodies to science like that; and she’d even been able to confirm that it worked with Luke in the Haunted Mansion. “How long did it take your girlfriend to do it?”

“I don’t know. She never did it to me.”

Kaeleigh gaped at him. “Never?”


“But … didn’t you say you went down on her?”

“Well, yeah.”

“And she never returned the favor?”

“Uh.” He shrugged. “No.”


“She, um … well, I have a, you know … do you know what a foreskin is?”


“Well, I … have one, and she said it was … she thought it was kinda … gross. She didn’t even like jerking me off very much.”

“God,” Kaeleigh hissed. “What an idiot.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s weird and it freaks people out. I guess maybe I shouldn’t have expected much, huh?”

“Not you. Her. She’s a fucking idiot. Anyone who knows anything about foreskins knows that when the boy’s hard, you can barely even tell it’s there. You can hardly see it, and it doesn’t make any difference when you’re sucking his dick. And they’re so much fun, too. You can roll them back and forth, slide them around, and I think they make everything look more … I don’t know, finished or something. Like when his dick is soft, it’s all covered up, and you don’t have this big old purple head just … bouncing around in the breeze.” Bryant giggled. “And she wouldn’t suck your dick because of that?”

“Mmm … yeah.”

Idiot,” Kaeleigh said. “If I had a boyfriend who went down on me, you bet your ass I’d be sucking him off. I mean, I do have a boyfriend who goes down on me, and I suck him off all the time.”

“Yeah, but does he have a foreskin?”

“No, but he’s not the only boy I’ve ever blown.”

“Oh. I … guess I probably coulda figured that out myself.”

“Do you think I’m a slut?”

“No. I think you’re awesome.”

She stood there in the moonlight, looking up, shaking her head. Some girls. Just … some girls. No wonder Bryant tied himself up in knots talking to a girl he liked. (Or trying to talk to her, anyway.) There he was, willing to get his girlfriend off in a sweet and personal way, and what does she do to thank him for it? Body-shame him, make him feel lesser than, make him feel guilty about something he was born with and didn’t have any say over. And leave him hanging. It was a wonder he hadn’t died of blue-balls. What a manipulative, controlling, horrible little child she’d been.

And after having to deal with that situation for God knew how long, it was a wonder he’d managed to approach her, Kaeleigh, in the first place, and a serous miracle he’d tried again. And to do what? To apologize to her for being a target for her own bitchitude. He really hadn’t deserved the way she’d unloaded on him, and she was glad he’d taken the situation in hand and given her a chance to tell him that.

But she was still working on not being casually cruel; and especially lately, she was recognizing a completely different facet of herself, one that was … that could be giving, kind, even nurturing. It had started showing up in ATW, in the way she gave so freely, the way she inspired others to be free with her own body, and theirs. It manifested again in her ongoing reparations with Luke. It had become utterly and vastly real on the balcony in their hotel room, and was still getting bigger, still getting more real, and it was that facet of her that wanted to help Bryant, wanted him to know it was all right for him to be a boy, and that he was fine just as he was.

Something murmured in her ear, and she liked what it whispered, because it seemed like … it was … exactly the right thing to do.

“So … this girlfriend of yours never went down on you?”

Bryant shook his head.

“Has any girl ever done it to you?”

“No,” he sighed.

“Well, I could, if you want.”

She was fairly sure she could hear his heart thudding from two feet away. “You…”

“Yeah,” she said.

“You’d … really … do that?”

“I’ve done it tons of times.”

“Well yeah, but … you’d … do it to me?”

“Your girlfriend didn’t, or I guess I mean your ex-girlfriend, and that’s just bullshit, and it’s not fair.”

“But you’re not … I mean, you don’t have to … you don’t owe me…”

“I don’t mind. I like doing it.” She stepped closer to him. “And I could make it last more than a minute, too.”

“I … doubt it,” Bryant said. She looked down to see him solid in his shorts. “I mean, the way I feel right now, I…”

“No,” Kaeleigh said. “I can make it last a while. If you like.”

“But … you … have a boyfriend.”

“Yeah, and a girlfriend. And like I said, we’re open. So we can get with other people if we want to.”


“I mean, I don’t have to do it. If you don’t want me to, it’s cool. I won’t be insulted. But if you want to know what it’s like … well, now’s your chance to find out.”

He wavered; incredibly, he wavered; how deeply had this Michelle creature driven her message that he was unworthy of receiving pleasure? “You really don’t mind?”

She smiled at him and laid her hand, gently, on his shoulder. “No. No, I don’t.” She nodded to a little copse off the path. “Come on over there with me.”

“Right out … right here?” he squeaked.

“Yeah. There’s no one around.”

“Do you … want me to … do anything? Like, uh, f-finger you or … or eat you out all afternoon, or something?”

“No,” she said, and led him gently into the shadow of the trees. “It’s cool. This is just … call it my way of apologizing for being so mean the other day.” She knelt before him and unsnapped and unzipped his shorts, pulled them down to his ankles. He half-sagged against a tree, leaning back on it, while she worked him free of his briefs. Bryant’s cock was larger than she’d expected, right around five inches, and it was utterly solid. It had a nicely graduated curve to it, the head slightly pointed, the skin rolled back to reveal its glisten in the moonlight. His pubes were ungroomed, a wild yellow patch of curls, and his balls were heavy but not hairy. It was a nice presentation, and his shaft wasn’t overly veiny or lumpy, just a good-looking dick on a cute boy.

She leaned in, looking up at him, and licked his balls, then his shaft, then his head; he stared down, his lips parted, his eyes wide, and the look on his face made her think for a moment. She knew she would be the first girl to ever taste his penis and his semen, that what she did for him over the next few minutes would leave an indelible mark on his soul and forever set the tone of his sexual relations with every girl who followed her. It was important, not just that she make it good for him, but that he was sure this was what he wanted, this, here, right now. In real life, as in ATW, consent was a requirement for everything.

She brushed her lips against his crown and felt him twitch. “I’ll stop, if you want me to. I mean, I know you don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me. Maybe this isn’t how you want it to happen, and if it’s not, we can stop. But … I’d really like to do this for you, Bryant. I want to give you head.”

“No,” he said. “No, uh, it’s okay. I mean … yeah … go ahead.”

She dabbed at his tip, her eyes steady on his. “You sure?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah. I’m sure.”


She took her time. She did know how to make it last, knew how to take it out to as long as half an hour; and she also knew, yes, how to get it done in under a minute. She’d learned most boys were content with anything, but they tended to walk away the most satisfied when it went on for somewhere around ten to fifteen minutes, so that was what she aimed for with him. She brought him up, teased him to the edge, kept him there for a while and drew him back, moving fast, moving slow, stroking and caressing him, licking and sucking him, and she saw the wonder in his face, the awe and joy as Bryant discovered that there were in fact girls who didn’t have a problem with foreskins, that there was at least one girl in the world who didn’t mind his particular foreskin at all, and who was even willing to suck his particular penis to prove it.

She reached up and took his hands, guided them to her head. He gasped quietly and clung, his fingers working into her hair, squeezing and clutching with the waves of pleasure rolling through his body. He was starting to sigh and groan quietly, letting out little hisses and grunts at the way her tongue essed over his crown, the way she alternated between rhythmic and arrhythmic suction, the dandles of fingers on balls, the stroke and caress of turgid shaft. He let her drive completely, just watching in wordless suspension while she fondled, tasted, played, pleasured him, her eye contact steady, her goal a brief but thorough whirlwind tour of his flesh so they would both have something good to remember each other by.

She picked up her pace again, sensing a new need in him when she took him fully into her mouth once more; his hands tightened on her head and she felt him drawing her to him, felt him thrusting in. She’d been working him for a while, and it was time. She brought her focus to bear on him and moved with the steady, finishing intent that worked best, and felt him begin to swell and thicken; but before she got him there, he caught her head in his hands and stopped her. “Wait,” he panted. “I’m gonna…”

She let him out of the sweet trap of her lips. “I know,” she said.

“But I’m gonna … in your, if you keep going I’ll…”

“In my mouth,” she said, and licked his glistening shaft. “I know.”

“Aren’t … you worried about … the taste?”

“No, I’m not. I like cum.” She kissed his tip, licked away the salty crystalline bead of fluid that had gathered there. “I want you to do it. I want you to come in my mouth.”

“Oh,” he sighed. “My God.”


“Yeah,” he breathed, staring down.

He did, just moments after she resumed. His uncut pole went solid, those pulses she loved so much bucking through his rigid flesh, the rim standing out on her tongue; and his hands clenched on her head, and his seed, a little peppery like Casper’s, a little coppery like Tucker’s, burst forth to spurt and splash against the back of her throat, to swish and flow around her tongue, slick and warm and good, always good, cum was always good; and he was grunting and crying out, and she kept it going steady until he was done, then slowed down, taking him back down easily, bringing him back from the peak as he caught his breath.

She swallowed his orgasm, cleaned him off, and looked up into his flushed face. “So what did you think?”

“That’s the greatest thing anyone ever did for me,” he murmured.

“It’ll happen again. There’s other girls out there.”

“You even swallowed it.”

“Of course I did. Why wouldn’t I?”

“You’re incredible.”

“No, I’m not. I’m a girl who likes giving head.”

He stroked her cheek. “I want to eat you,” he murmured.

“You don’t have to.”

“I like doing it. You gave me head. I want to eat you out. Please. Will you let me?”

She leaned back and looked at him. “Okay.”

They traded places, Kaeleigh leaning against the tree while he knelt to her, his shorts and undies still around his ankles, and then Bryant’s hands were sliding up her legs, to her hips, and he grunted in surprise when all he felt was skin. He looked up at her, his eyes wide. “I wasn’t in the mood for panties. I guess it’s part of the Disney magic.”

He giggled, and then his head was under her dress, and he was good at it. Very good. He knew where he was and what he was about, and he knew what he was looking and licking for, starting with a slow long caress of her vulva and outer fold. “Yeah,” she breathed, patting his head as it rolled and shifted around under her skirt. “Yeah, God yeah, that’s so nice…” He went in then, and showed his finesse. He nuzzled and dabbled, he wasn’t afraid of the wetness, and he had good tongue action; he knew about tickling her grooves with the tip, and he knew where her clit was and what to do with it. He hit it a little hard at first, but heard her sharp gasps and eased off, and stayed gentle after that. “Let me feel your finger,” she whispered.

He moaned softly and then it was there, easing in, tickling, caressing, questing. “Turn your hand toward you,” she murmured. “Curl your finger a little, like you want me to come over here.” Her hands tightened on his head, still moving, his lips still there, his tongue still working. “Yeah. Yeah, God yeah Bryant. Right there, that’s perfect…” She lifted her leg and put it over his shoulder, and he leaned in, bringing more pressure, bringing more brightness. “Yeah, Bryant, God you’ve done this before … holy shit that’s good…”

“Want you to come.” His voice was muffled by her flesh.

“Keep going. I’m gonna.” He moaned again, leaned in, worked it. She gave him what he was after, a quick, slick dose of her pleasure, and he knew she came not just by how she moved or the sounds she made, but by the rise in her wetness, the tightening of her pussy on his finger. He stayed there, celebrating her fluid with her, and because he stayed there, he got more, and it was what they both wanted.

“Okay okay,” she panted, easing him back a little. “Oh my God you’re good at that.” His head came back out and his face was wet, and he looked up at her, still on his knees, and she saw his hardon was back as he licked his finger off. “You get off on it, don’t you? Eating pussy turns you on.”

“Bigtime,” he said.

“Can you come again?”

“I think so,” he said. “Yeah. Why?”

“You did it in my mouth already. Do you want to do it in my pussy now?”

“Are…” He licked his lips. “Are you serious?”


“I … I don’t got protection.”

“I do. I have an IUD, an Enfem.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s something inside me, way up in my pussy, and it’s always with me. It kills sperm cells and STD’s. So we can do it, and we’re both safe. So … what do you say? Do you feel like going all the way with me?”

“All the … all the way,” he breathed. “I’ll do anything if you let me do that with you. I’ll do anything you want.”

“What I want you to do,” she said, “is stand up.” He did, and she pulled him close and felt his heart’s thump, felt his slim body vibrating with his lust, felt his cock rigid against her while they kissed. She lifted her dress, took it off, and smiled when he gaped at her naked body, her breasts, her pussy, everything bared to his gaze in the mix of moonlight and LED spill from the path, painting her in shades of silver and amber. “Do you like what you see?”

“Buh,” he said.

She giggled. “Come on, kid,” she said, before he got to muh again. “I’ve got tits and you’ve got hands.”

They were there in a moment, cupping and kneading, and he was licking her nipples, sucking them while he felt and touched and probed her everywhere, and she drew him near, shifted herself up a little along the tree, and watched his face while his head made contact with her crease. His eyes were wide on her, and he was shivering, and he let out a breathy gasp when he slid in. “That’s it,” she said, and grabbed his ass. “You’re inside me now.”

“Oh God,” he said, his voice a breathless rasp. “Oh my God it feels good…”

“Yeah, it does.” She kissed him, and got another sample of his tongue action. He’d done this before too, and it was amazing to her to think his ex had ever said no to him on anything. “Do it, Bryant. Fuck me. Fuck me until you come.”

It was trickier to do standing up, but she’d had practice. She hooked her leg around him while he leaned and rocked and thrust, and he slipped out a couple of times, but didn’t have any trouble finding her again. “Oh my God,” he kept murmuring. “Oh my God oh my God oh my God…”

“Yeah.” She was kneading his ass, feeling it flex as he went on with it. “Yeah, Bryant, yeah, that’s so good … God, your dick is hard … oh baby fuck me, keep on fucking me…”

“I can’t believe it’s happening. I can’t believe this is happening.” But it was. He was having sex with a girl, standing in her embrace, moving inside her body, and she was completely naked except for her shoes, and her tits were in his hands, and he wasn’t wearing a rubber, he’d cummed in her mouth already and now she wanted him to do it in her pussy. She’d already done more, a lot more, for him than Michelle ever had, she didn’t even know him, but she’d let him see her naked and come in her mouth, and now he was going to come in her pussy.

Her pussy, he thought of it, what it had felt like on his face, what it tasted like, what he’d seen there under her dress, the coppery pubic tangle, the full fold, the gleaming way, sweet and buttery and better than any porn in the universe. He looked down to where their bodies came together, saw her mound and its curly crown, the mesh of his hair with hers, her pussy out of view from this angle; but he knew where it was, because he was in it. His dick was in there now. His dick was inside a girl, and she was smooth and slippery and warm and so good; and her head was tilted back and her face was beautiful in the mix of shadow and moonlight, and she was real and alive and he was having sex with her, he was having sex with her; she wanted him to, she’d asked him to; and they were safe, she said they were safe and he could do it, he could come, he could come. “I’m gonna lose it,” he gasped. “I can’t hold on … I can’t…”

“Yeah,” Kaeleigh moaned, and pulled him in. “Yeah. Do it. Come on baby I want it gimme your sperm…”

“Fuck,” he panted, his hands tight on her ass. “Fuck … fuck … fuck…” And then he drove in, grunting, and Kaeleigh took his thrusts, driven back against the tree, its branches were swaying and its leaves rustled, and he was rigid and she felt the throb, she felt the slick, she felt his cum inside her. She got it too, the drive and thrust of them was enough and she got to come too, and she was clinging to him and he was gasping, and then they eased down, slowing, and he was staring at her, his cheeks flushed, stunned and barely moving. But when she kissed him, his lips and tongue came back to life. She smelled her pussy on his face and licked it all away while he giggled, and they stood and held each other and kissed and kissed, and when he backed away and his penis slipped out of her at last, it was still hard, glistening with her, pearly with him.

He looked on, wordless, when she knelt and cleaned him off, still naked. She tongue-polished his head, his shaft, his balls, his groin, going after every last trace of their fluids until he no longer smelled of sex, until all she tasted was his skin. He stared down at her, silent, as she leaned in one last time to give his penis a parting kiss; then she began putting him away, tucking him into his briefs, pulling his shorts back up. He snapped them closed and she zipped his fly, and then she stood. He was still staring at her, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. “You okay?” she said.

“I,” he said, his eyes locked on her bare body.

She smiled a little and put her dress back on. “I’m glad you talked to me.”

“M … me too. No girl ever … no one ever…” He blinked and shook his head. “But … oh my God, did that really just happen?”

“Yeah, it did,” she said. “I thought it was just gonna be a BJ. But after you ate me out … I wanted the whole package. I hope that’s all right.”

“Holy shit,” he said. “Hell yes it was. Did I do it okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did great.”

He shook his head again. “I really can’t believe any of this. Why? Why me?”

“Why not?”

“You don’t even know me.”

“That doesn’t matter.” She offered her hand, and he took it, and this time his fingers were warm and firm. She stepped onto the path and he followed, and they began walking back to the resort. “There’s a lot of girls out there, Bryant, who’ll do things like that. They won’t care if you have a foreskin. They won’t care what your cum tastes like. And it tastes fine, by the way. They’ll give you head and like it, and they’ll swallow, and they’ll like that too. They’ll fuck you, and let you come inside them. They’ll do it because they’re like me, they like doing it, they think sex is a good thing to share, and they won’t make you beg and they won’t put a load of conditions on it. I know that’s true. I know it for a fact. In any big city, there’s at least a hundred girls who’ll do it, and maybe more, depending where you’re from. All you gotta do is find out where they are.”

“Right,” he said. “And how do I do that?”

“There’s a game called All The Way. Have you ever heard of it?”


“Well, it’s a sex game. Four boys and four girls get together, they play the game, answer questions on cards, there’s squares you can land on where you have to take off something you’re wearing, and at the end of the night, there’s almost always an orgy.”

“Oh my God. Do you play it?”

“Yeah, and I love it. It’s how I met my boyfriend and girlfriend. We all play every week. And whatever city you’re in, there’s just about definitely players. So what you need to do when you get home is google for the term ATW coordinator, in your city. Or if you know what the TOR network is, that’ll get you hooked up faster. Wherever there’s a game, there’s coordinators to make sure everyone gets a chance to play. Find the coordinator, send them an email or whatever, and tell them you heard about the game from a player called Kaeleigh, that you’re … how old are you?”


“Thirteen, okay. I am too. It matters cause there’s an over-eighteen version too. Anyway, tell the coordinator you met me, you’re thirteen and I told you about the game, and I said you might like it, and you want to be an observer sometime.”

“An … observer?”

“It’s what you do. You go to a game as an observer first. You watch, you learn the rules and see how it’s played, you find out … oh, tons more than I can tell you cause we don’t have the time, and then you decide if you want to be a player too. And if you do, you talk to whoever hosted the game, and they put you on the roster, and after that, you play every week until you decide to quit, if you ever do.”

He studied her for a while before deciding she was completely serious. “Why’re you telling me all this?”

“Because … because you need to know that there’s girls who’ll suck your dick. You need to know there’s girls who’ll fuck you. You need to meet them and get your dick sucked, eat some pussy, and get laid. You need to know there’s nothing wrong with you, or your foreskin, or your dick, or your cum, or anything else. You’re a human being, Bryant, just like me, just like everyone, and you have a right to have sex, and you have a right to know there are girls who want to have sex with you, girls who will have sex with you. They’ll do it without making you beg, or insulting you, or being bitches. They’ll do it because they want to, and that’s a good enough reason for everyone. And you have a right to find them and be with them, if you want to.”

All The Way, huh?”

“Yup. Because when you play, that’s where you go.”

“Every time?”

“I’ve been playing for about six months now. It’s happened every time. Yes.”

“You … with all the guys?”

“And all the girls.”


“Well, it’s called an orgy, and I kinda take that literally.”

“Would I have to do it with the boys, too?”

“Only if you wanted to. No one ever has to do anything they’re not into. You can do it one-on-one, or have a three-way, or jump into the pile. You can fuck girls, you can eat them out, you can get head, you can give head, you can finger or give handjobs, whatever you like, there’s gonna be someone there who’s into it.”

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

“I know.”

They finished the walk back to the hotel in silence.

“Well,” he said when they paused in the lobby, near the arcade. “Uh … thanks doesn’t seem like enough.”

“It’s cool,” Kaeleigh said.

“I mean, if you want, we can…” He jumped a little at a bleep and a buzz, and pulled a phone from his pocket. “Aww man…”

“What is it?”

He looked up from the screen. “Oh, Mom. She’s on me about going to bed. It’s only eleven!”

“Parents,” Kaeleigh sighed. “Look, don’t push it, or you might end up grounded or something.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, and shoved the electronic leash back into his pocket. “It’s just … that was, like, the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. You did something … so totally awesome, just out of the blue, you know, for like no reason at all. And I didn’t do anything at all for you.”

“Yeah, you did,” she said. “Twice.”

“Uh. I meant like, you know, talking or whatever, and I guess I was thinking maybe we could talk some more or something, but…”

“No, it’s fine, really. I got what I wanted from it. I was in the mood, you were there, and that was that. Sometimes, a girl just wants to suck some dick, like a boy just wants to eat some pussy, and sometimes it goes farther than that. Plus, I think you kinda needed to get some action, just so you’d know you could.”

“…Yeah,” he said. “That’s the … really, like, the best part of all.”

“Remember. All The Way. ATW coordinator.”

“I won’t forget.” He leaned in suddenly and his lips, soft and warm, left a kiss on hers that was almost chaste, almost ironic in its innocence. “And I won’t ever forget you, either.”

“Me too. I never forget anyone I do, and I’ll always have a little of you inside me.” He giggled at that and turned to go, and she caught his arm. “It wasn’t a pity-fuck, Bryant. I wanted to make it with you. You’re cute, and you eat pussy like a god, and everything else was good too. And … I’d rather have you remember me like this, than as the bitch who cut you down. I really am sorry for that.”

“You don’t have to be. But if you … like … need to actually hear the words out loud, well, Kaeleigh … I forgive you.”

“Okay.” She let go of him. “Thanks. Have a great rest of your vacation, all right?”

“I don’t know how it can get any better, but I’ll try. Night.”

“Night.” She watched him wend his way through the lobby to the elevators, the boy whose penis had been inside her only ten minutes earlier, whose semen was still in her, the boy she’d misjudged so awfully and who had forgiven her, even before she’d taken him into herself. The boy she would never see again, and who would never forget her.

She went back to the arcade, but the distractions of the games weren’t what she was looking for. She went to the café instead and had a maple scone with Earl Grey, pondering life, pondering the things she’d said to Bryant (and where, within herself, they’d come from), pondering forgiveness and how healing it could be, and what happened when your heart began to expand and you let it.