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 III: Friday Night, September: Group Sex

2. Quartets, Trios, and Duets ♥

Eight naked and very hungry teenagers descended on the kitchen and began vacuuming up chips, dip, cookies and more; and while they were taking off the edge, Tucker began putting together some pizzas, from scratch. “You know how to cook?” Kaeleigh said as he prepared the dough.

“Sex isn’t the only thing I learned early. Mom and Dad are at work a lot, and I had to fend for myself.”

“Cool. Need any help?”

He eyed her. “How are you at sauces?”

“Pretty sure she sampled everyone’s before,” Casper said.

“Oh, go and glaze some cookies,” she advised him. “I can do something Italian-y.”

“Well, hey, in that case, go for it.” He showed her where the canned goods were, the herbs, the bowls, and so on; and while he rolled out three large circles, Kaeleigh put together something based on tomato sauce that included crushed garlic, onion, red wine, pepper flakes, oregano, and several other things. This went on the dough, along with mozzarella all around; and one pizza with pepperoni and sausage, another with bacon and mushroom, and a third all-veggie were soon baking in the oven. She helped rinse everything too. “Thanks,” Tuck said as they dried their hands. “It’s usually rude to let guests do anything, but I never mind a little help in the kitchen, especially when it’s competent.”

“Glad to do it,” Kaeleigh said. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be a virgin, so…” She shrugged while he laughed, and she looked around at everyone. Seana, Becka, and Casper were sitting at the bar; Sal, Nette, and Travis were in the kitchen, keeping out of the way, leaning against the counter. It hit her all over again. Seven people, four girls and three boys, who had begun as friendly, became her friends, and were now a lot more than that. She’d had sex with everyone here tonight. “I really had no idea what my first time would be like. I had seven first times tonight, I think, and each one was fantastic, and thank you doesn’t even. I love you, all of you, for everything you did for me.”

“I think I speak for all of us when I say we love you right back,” said Sal. That got nods. “I’m just glad it went well for you, and I know I also speak for everyone when I say you were impressive as hell.”

“Oh please,” Kaeleigh snorted.

“Seriously. You were a goddess. You went from being nervous and new to owning the room, in just a few hours. I’m guessing that means you liked everything we did.”

“Liked it? It was great. The best first time in … the history of ever, better than the hottest porn, better than any fantasy I ever had, and way better than I expected. I guess … I thought it would be like what I heard from my friends, mostly disappointing. Like, really? Is that it? What’s all the fuss about? But it wasn’t like that at all. God, I cummed more times tonight than I ever have in my life. And … well, for a while I was hoping I could get with someone a … a little older, with more experience, you know, and not a dork.”

“You did mention liking older men,” Trav smirked.

“Well yeah. Someone past all the nosepicking and skidmark-leaving. Someone with a deep voice and hair on his balls. A girl with tits, who doesn’t freak out when I mention eating pussy. Someone grown up. That’s the kind of person I wanted to have my first time with, you know? Maybe I had the right idea, but how the hell was I supposed to find someone who cared enough to make it good? You know, someone in high school who was okay with banging an eighth-grader, and who wasn’t a user or a pervert?”

“Jury’s still out on whether we’re perverts or not,” Casper said. “I mean, we did things tonight that a hell of a lot of people would say were wrong.”

“Yeah, well, they’re wrong.”

“I’m not here to argue. I’m here to eat, and enjoy the view, and if I’m lucky, eat again. But I agree. I don’t see how anything we did tonight was wrong. Or how anything we do each week is wrong. We’re friends, we like each other, we’re playing safe, and we have fun. At the end of the night, no one’s hurt, no one’s pregnant, no one’s drunk or on something, and we’re all just that much better friends. That’s all anyone should ever care about, right?”

“Totally.”

“Do you seriously like orgy porn?” Sal said.

“Yeah. I kinda got into it … I guess last year sometime, when I first started seriously thinking I wanted a boyfriend, but also maybe a girlfriend, and that got me thinking about threesomes and three-way relationships and if it could even work. So I started googling.”

“Were you eleven, by any chance?” Tucker said.

Kaeleigh laughed with everyone else. “Anyway, there’s a few websites for couples who like adding … guests in, or who like going to orgies, and there’s videos with interviews, and … well, threesomes and orgies. And the more I saw all those people in a big old heap, doing each other and watching each other, the more I thought it’d be a great way to go.”

“It is,” Becka said.

“Hell yeah it is. But the problem was still that I didn’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend, so…” She shrugged. “Anyway, there really is no way it could have been better, and it’s because of all of you. I’ll never forget any of it.”

“I think it was a highlight for all of us too, sweetie,” Nette said. That got another round of nods.

“Yeah, I don’t think anyone will ever forget tonight,” Tucker said. “You’re beautiful, sexy, super-high energy, you taste great, you’re funny and bright and very outgoing—”

“How long is this fan letter gonna be?” said Casper.

Tucker threw a dishtowel at him. “Aaaaand I’m pretty sure everyone was on the same page as me. We wanted to make sure you had the best time possible.”

“Achievement totally unlocked,” Kaeleigh said, and high-fived him.

The oven timer went off and she and Tuck pulled out the pizzas — always a little tricky to face a hot oven while you’re naked, but they managed — and after a few more minutes the room was filled with the sounds of contented grazing.

“Damn, these are good tonight,” Sal said. “Hope you were watching what Kaeleigh did.”

“We all were,” said Becka.

“Got it all up in here,” Tuck said, tapping his temple. “And it is a damn good sauce, Kaeleigh. Thanks.”

“You bet,” she nodded. “Me and Luke worked it out one time when we wanted pizza, but all we had was canned tomato sauce and some English muffins and cheese. Well, actually, it was Luke who worked it out. He’s pretty good at cooking.”

“Ah, he’s gonna make someone a fine little wife, someday,” Casper said, and yelped when Nette poked him.

“Hope he’s doing okay,” said Travis.

“I checked my phone a while ago. He got home all right, barely in time, but he says he’s feeling a little better.”

“Good.”

“So,” Tucker said after another bite. “The usual hosting invite applies tonight. Anyone who wants to stay is welcome to.”

“Kaeleigh?” said Nette. “You feel like bunking with a load of possible perverts?”

“Hell yeah,” she said. “Are we gonna fuck some more?”

Casper giggled. “You sound like me when I started. Yeah, there’ll be more bangin’. Maybe not a full-on group, but…”

“Duets? Trios? Quartets?”

“I wouldn’t totally rule out another ensemble,” Nette said. “Inspiration may strike in the form of a five-foot-two copper-top bolt of beautiful, Lilith-sent lightning.”

“Fan letter, page two,” said Tuck, and got his dishtowel back.

“This Lilith thing,” Casper said. “Are you serious about that?”

Nette studied him. “Actually, yeah, I am. I do this kind of … eclectic spiritual thing, I guess you could say, and you’re free to pick your own deities. So my major pick was Lilith.”

“Oh, like Wicca or something?” said Sal.

“Sorta. It’s called Chaos Magick. It’s a lot more freeform than Wicca. Not so much a formal religion as people messing with the wires, trying all kinds of different things, and seeing what happens.”

“Lilith isn’t a goddess though, is she?” Tucker said. “I thought she was Adam’s first wife.”

“According to some accounts. She’s been deified since then,” Nette said.

“You can do that?”

“Everyone does, all the time. The ways people think about their gods, or egregores or whatever … they change with the times. I mean look at what Abram did with the Jewish people and the deities of Babylon, combining them with a tribal god. Next thing you know, you got a carpenter’s son going oy gevalt and wondering where it all went wrong.” Becka laughed, her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide. She was Catholic enough to be shocked at the blasphemy, but lapsed enough to find it hilarious rather than offensive.

“Huh,” said Casper. “I wouldn’t mind learning more about Lilith, if you feel like filling me in sometime.”

“Seriously?”

“Well … yeah. I mean, something was going on tonight. Luke and the Burrito of Doom. All those penalties and clothes flying off like in a salad shooter. The questions about sex that just happened to fill in the blanks for Kaeleigh as we went along. And, of course, Kaeleigh, showing up at just the right time, just when she’s ready. With an Enfem, too.”

“But if you hadn’t thought of that totally brilliant work-around, her first time would’ve been with you,” Travis said. “That was all on you, man, not some kind of hand of fate or something.”

“Maybe I was serving the goddess too,” Casper said. He looked around at the girls, Nette, Sal, Seana, Becka, and Kaeleigh. “Actually, now that I think about it, maybe everything I’ve done since I started having sex is about serving a goddess. If she can, like, show up in any girl, well, maybe I’ve been worshipping her all along.”

Nette thought about it. “I’ve heard crazier ideas,” she said at last. “And I’m pretty sure that if she was here, she’d tell you she likes the way you worship.”

“Can I get an amen,” said Becka, and did, in chorus.

“Well,” Casper said. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m ready for more church. Which I have literally never said before in my life. Anyone who wants to join me in prayer, I’ll be in Tuck’s room after I hit the can.”

“Mmm-mmm,” Nette said, watching him walk away. “Would you look at that ass.”

“And those pecs?” said Seana. She fanned herself. “Oh my God…”

“Shoulders,” Kaeleigh sighed. They looked at each other, went red, broke into giggles, and headed down the hallway.

“I still haven’t had a taste of your wonder sauce,” Becka said to Travis. “Feel like a little one-on-one, gemini-style?”

“Always,” he said. He put out his arm and she took it, and they went down the hall too, and the kitchen was suddenly very quiet.

Sal eyed Tucker. “Thank you,” she said.

“For what?”

She shrugged. “Keeping your promise. Keeping your distance. Being decent.”

He sighed and began policing plates. “I owed you. I still do. I know I broke everything beyond repair, and … it really tore me up inside, Sal. I never wanted to make you cry. And I’m sorry I did. And I’m … I’m glad I finally got a chance to tell you that.”

“Me too. And Tuck … I’m sorry too. I really am. I kicked you pretty hard a few times myself. And after we broke up, I knew you were down, and I kicked you even harder. That was wrong, and I’m sorry.”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Thank you.”

“Want to go sit out back? Talk a little?”

“Sure,” he smiled, and they went to sit at the patio table. The air was cool but not cold, and the night was quiet. With the lights off, the stars were visible, wheeling overhead, glimmering quietly in their endless course.

“We used to come out here and make love,” she said, looking up.

“I remember.”

They were quiet for a while.

“Do you still? Bring a girl out here?”

“Mmm, not since … no. I got more into the game, you know, and then I started hosting, and … yeah, not such a good idea to have a bunch of horny maniacs running around outside and yelling. Especially if they’re yelling things like oh yeah, baby, more, more. The Gundersons would disapprove.”

Sal laughed. “Oh my God, the Gundersons. I forgot about that.”

“I didn’t, but then, most of the water landed on me, as I recall.”

“Your fault. You were the one on top.”

“It was cold.”

“That’s because of all the ice they put in it.”

“Oh, was that it? Huh. Note to self: Ice makes water cold.” She laughed, and took his hand.

They were quiet for a while again.

“You did a very sweet thing for Kaeleigh tonight.”

“That’s Travis you’re thinking of.”

“No. You provided her with the environment. The safe space. The room to explore and learn and test her boundaries, without having to fear, without having to worry. There’s a reason hosting requires a lot of trust. There’s a reason the game doesn’t get played at just any old available house. She came here tonight on the cusp of her womanhood, and if anything had been even a little off, it could’ve been a disaster. But she even ended up making love with Becka, and if that’s not a testament to the kind of player you are and the kind of example you set, well…” She sighed. “She’s a woman now, in a way most people will never understand. And it happened here, in your home, under your roof, under your care. That means something.”

“Thank you,” he said. There was nothing else he could say.

Sal watched the stars, remembering. Remembering the Gundersons, and remembering other nights when they hadn’t been interrupted, nights of bliss and pleasure, nights when there had been nothing between her and Tucker, not a history and not pain and not a condom, when for half an hour there was simple honesty in the movement of skin on skin, flesh in flesh. Remembering tonight and the unalloyed joy she’d seen in the face of a new player, a young teen girl whose life was just beginning to unfold before her, who had found the blossoming of herself in the company of seven prepared and supportive friends, all of them sharing in the awe and mystery and radiance of it with her.

“I used to hate you, for a while,” she said.

“I know. I earned every bit of it, too.”

“I don’t any more.”

“Thank you.”

“I…” She sighed. “I really can’t hate you, Tuck. Tonight I saw all the reasons I had for loving you, too. And they’re bigger. You’re bigger. Deeper. At your best, you’ve always been a good person. And tonight I saw you at more than your best. I was in love with you, and tonight I saw all the reasons I used to feel that way. I still do love you, but…”

“It … it’s okay, Sal. That’s enough. Just to hear you say the word love again to me, and not as in I’d love to rip off your balls…” They laughed. “I was … yeah, you’re right, I was hurting too, and … yeah, I still love you too, as a friend, and that’s … it’s … right. It feels right.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “I feel…”

“Me too,” she said after a few moments.

A vivid green streak sliced across the sky, the wake of happenstance, potential destruction absorbed by the atmosphere, transformed into something fleeting and beautiful, a shining track passing from darkness to darkness. Like life itself could be. Like life itself was.

“If we did,” Sal said, “it would have to be in the context of the game.”

He stirred. “You don’t … owe me anything. Not an explanation, not friendship, not sex. You don’t now, and you never did.”

“I know I don’t. But some things … aren’t about settling accounts due. Some things are about being alive. About life being too good, and too short, to waste time on … old battles. I hurt you. You hurt me. You found the wherewithal to forgive me for … everything. And … if you’re able to do that, maybe it’s time for me to do the same.”

Tucker didn’t say anything.

“I mean, if even Casper can be enough of a friend to Travis that he’ll let him get away with a kiss … if Becka can be enough of a friend to Kaeleigh to go down on her…” She looked at him. “Maybe we can be friends enough, too.”

Tucker cleared his throat and wiped at his eyes. “I’ve missed you, Sal.”

“Me too.”

“When we got along, when we let ourselves get along, it was good. And … yeah, you’re right. We’re in two very different places now than we used to be. And that … that’s probably best for both of us. I don’t see how we could ever be anything more than friends. We were never really built to be anything more than that in the first place. But I guess I … maybe we both … just didn’t see that, before.”

“But we can be friends,” she said. “Like the seven new friends Kaeleigh made tonight.” She stood and moved over to where he was sitting, and settled in place, straddling him.

“Are you sure about this?”

She looked at him, really looked for the first time in … in a while. There was something there she’d never seen before, vulnerability and openness, sincerity and truth. He had been thinking, and he had changed. She didn’t want him back as a boyfriend, and he knew that and accepted it; and she saw he wasn’t seeking a girlfriend in her either.

But both boyfriend and girlfriend included, required, the word friend. Without it, all they were was boy and girl, with nothing in common. Without friends, what else did they have?

“Yeah,” she said, and kissed him. “I’m sure. Be my friend.” She leaned forward and circled his neck with her arms, felt him begin to rise as her warm bare breasts brushed against his chest, swelling to fullness between her thighs as she sat in his lap. She put her lips by his ear, felt the warmth of his skin, felt the beat of his heart. “Make love to me, Tuck. Like we used to.”

Tucker took a deep breath and let it out as something like a sigh, entering Sal, sliding gently into her body, moving with her in the oldest dance of all, holding her near and feeling her and smelling her and loving her and healing, healing, healing with her. It was something like a sigh, and it was something like a prayer; and overhead, the stars continued an endless dance of their own, glimmering like a smile in the dark.

* * *

Travis woke late that night to pee, and saw Kaeleigh sitting on Tucker’s couch, looking at the bed with a distant expression on her face. He carefully disentangled himself from the pile of naked bodies and came over to her. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Just thinking.”

“Oh. Um, I’ll be right back, okay? I’m not abandoning you, but I really gotta…”

“It’s okay. Go take care of business.”

He went and did, flushed, and rinsed. When he came back out, she was still on the couch. “Mind if I join you?”

“No, huh-uh.”

“Thanks.” He sat beside her, and smiled a little when she cuddled up against him. Her skin was warm and felt silky. She smelled of dried sweat and dried cum; after the pizzas, everyone agreed to spend the night, and there’d been a sort of after-party party. He kissed the top of her head. “Anything particular on your mind?”

“No.” She reached between his legs and began fondling his penis. It wasn’t to turn him on, he thought, so much as that she could, and she knew it, so she did. She was that kind of girl. “I was just … I mean, I woke up to … basically do what you just did, and when I came back, there everyone was, and it kinda hit me all over again. I had sex with everyone in this room tonight.”

“Yeah. We all did.”

“Seven people.” She drew a breath and let it out. “Three boys and four girls, and I had sex with all of them. I had fantasies, Trav. I used to have fantasies about doing everything I did tonight. Now I know what it feels like, and smells like, and tastes like.”

“Kind of a big change.”

She nodded and nestled closer. Her hand was still moving, feeling his sex. “It’s so simple. Such a simple thing. Licking, or sucking, or rubbing. That’s all it really is. But everyone makes it into such a big deal. I mean, it’s just a penis. Just a vagina. Everyone’s got one.”

“And most people who have one, want to play with the other,” he said. “Except you. You like playing with both.”

“You do too. So does Nette.”

He nodded. “It’s not just us. Nette’s slightly more straight than you are. You’re more like me, full bi. But a lot of players are … pretty flexible. Tuck’s given head, and Luke has too. They just don’t swallow. They’re kinda like Seana, you know, she’ll go down on girls she really likes, if she’s in the middle of everything and super horny.”

“Have you ever had sex with him? Luke, I mean?”

“We hooked up at a game. The winners went with a loser-fuck, and … anyway, when you’re in the middle of it all, like Tuck said, you can sort of lose your borders a little, and … he did.”

“Did you kiss him?”

“A little, yeah.”

“Did you make him come?”

“Yeah,” Travis said.

Kaeleigh nodded. “And did he make you come, too?”

“Yeah,” Travis said. “He … uh, he … sorta worked on me for a while. Then one of the girls moved in, and they took turns sucking me while they were fucking, and when I came, he snowballed with her and she swallowed it.”

“So … he’s straighter than you or me?”

“Yeah. There’s a mix in any group, if they can manage to make the rosters work. They like to combine newer players with ones who’ve been in it a while, and all orientations.”

“That’s another thing. It’s like, sometimes, orientation just … doesn’t count. Becka’s like Cas. Just … straight. But she still had sex with me, and I saw you sucking on Cas for a while.”

“He didn’t come.”

“No, and you didn’t want him to, either.”

“How do you know that?” he said.

She shrugged. “If you did, he would have.”

Travis chuckled. “Probably, yeah. But it’s … a line for him. He wants us to just be friends, and…” He shrugged. “He’s enough of a friend that I won’t try to take him someplace he doesn’t want to go with me. I really did not think he’d agree to that kiss. And I think it spooked him a little because he liked it as much as he did. He might be a little bit flexible, but … I get the feeling it would have to be a pretty special set of conditions before I could ever take him all the way with a BJ.”

She looked up at him. “What’s the story?”

“Story?”

“Between you and him.”

“Oh.”

“If it’s not too personal.”

“It’s not. Everyone knows anyway. Besides, after what we did today, I think it’s okay for you to ask some personal questions.” She smiled at that. “It’s really not too complicated. I’ve had a crush on him for a few years, he knows it, he’s straight, and … that’s it.”

“But you never kissed him before today?”

“Huh-uh. I don’t know if he was proving a point, or … or if it’s because you were there and he just wanted to shake things up, or what.” Travis sighed. “Cas … he’s … actually a lot deeper than he lets on. He tells jokes and messes around a lot, but he’s got a lot going on inside that he doesn’t want anyone else to see. You know? Like … like this one time we were watching a movie and there was this scene about a kid who didn’t get along with his dad, and the dad finally apologized and they made up, you know how those movies are, and I looked over at him and he was crying. Things … happened when his folks split up, and he took it hard, and it’s still hurting him … pretty bad. So he acts up sometimes.”

“Oh,” Kaeleigh said. She understood a few things about keeping people away with sarcasm, herself. “So you know him as a friend, not just as a player?”

“Yeah, we hang out IRL too.”

“IRL?”

“In real life.”

“No, I know what it means. It’s just … funny to think of it like that. Like the game isn’t real life too.”

“Well … it’s not, you know. I mean, people don’t just get together and fuck all the time.”

“No, I know, and I know they can’t. No one would ever get any homework done. Or go to work, or cook or clean, or … or anything. But maybe, you know, every once in a while, they should.”

“There’d probably be a lot less bullshit if they did.”

“Maybe, or maybe they’d be jealous. Like, if you’re in a relationship or something. The game might really screw it up.”

“Yeah, there’s cards with questions about relationships on them. Like, would you be okay watching your girlfriend or boyfriend fuck someone else. Stuff like that. We don’t use them if everyone playing is single, since they don’t apply.”

“Makes sense.” She was still playing with his penis, gently exploring its shape and feel with her fingers. “But … I dunno. I mean, when we were all having sex before, I felt more … real than I ever did in my life. All that touching, and moving and kissing, and there was skin everywhere, there were people everywhere all around me, and we all wanted the same thing. Not just sex. Not just coming, or making each other come. We wanted to be together. Close together. We wanted to taste each other, and eat each other up. And we did.” She sighed. “Just … bodies, just bodies, that’s all, but for a little while, all I was, was my body. There wasn’t anything else in the world but my body, and seven other bodies, all just being bodies.”

“Yeah,” Travis said. “I know what you mean. There’s a, it’s like your brain can just shut off, if you let it, if the other person or people are into it.”

“Is that why you play? For the vacation?”

He chuckled. “Yeah, plus it’s just fun to have skills, and use them. I look at a smokin’ girl like you, or a hot guy like Cas, and I know there’s ways I can do things that just … that make you glad you’re a girl, that you have a pussy, or that the guy has a dick. And there’s a lot of people out there who never … you know, they’re afraid of sex, they’re afraid of getting diseases or going to hell, but … it’s just so damn good to have a body. And to use it.”

“I like the way you used yours. And mine.”

He chuckled again. “Me too.”

“Did I do it good?”

“You did fine, Kaeleigh. You got me horny … well, hornier … and you kissed me and touched me just right, and you even let me come inside you.”

“I have an Enfem.”

“I know. But it’s still personal, you know? My body doesn’t make anything more personal, more intimate, than cum, and not everyone wants to have it. But you did. You let me put my sperm into your body.”

“I let Tuck and Cas do the same thing.”

“I know. And that’s why you’re so awesome.” He kissed the top of her head again. “You’re really gonna love playing the game.”

“I do already.” She stretched, then settled near to him again. “And it’ll be seven different people I’m with next week?”

“Yeah. It was out of balance a little tonight, cause Luke had to back out, but I guess from your point of view that’s a good thing. Usually it’s four guys and four girls. So next week there’ll be four new guys for you to fuck, and three girls for you to try out, too.”

“But what if it doesn’t end with an orgy?”

“Oh, even if it doesn’t, it does,” Travis said. She looked up at him. “You think everyone just goes home after the prizes? I mean, that’s the official end of the game, but there’s pretty much always an orgy afterward.”

“Awesome,” she said, her hand still moving, moving gently on him. “Travis?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?”

“Not right now. It’s not easy, you know, with the game and all. I’ve seen a few people try to keep a relationship going and still play, but it doesn’t work out. It’s better if the other person’s a player too, because they understand what’s going on.”

“Makes sense, yeah.”

“Plus with all the hookups on the side, well, they’d have to be willing to pretty much let anyone else in, for like a threesome or something.”

“And they’d both have to be totally bi.”

“Yeah.”

“Like you and me.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Are you asking me?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Because even if you were my girlfriend, I’d keep playing, and I bet you would too.”

“Yeah. And we’d do things like we’re gonna do tomorrow night with Nette and Cas.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“But if you were my boyfriend we’d do it … slightly more with each other than we did with other people, right?”

“I think that’d be fair,” he said. “And we’d go out on dates and stuff, too.”

“Oh yeah. Like to movies or dances and things.”

“Yup. What time are we hooking up with them tomorrow, do you know?”

“Nette said we should all meet at her place at six.”

“Cool. Do you want to see a movie with me before we go?”

She looked up at him. “Are you asking me?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I am.”

It was a good kiss.

“What a perfect way to end my first night having sex.” She sighed again and settled up to his chest. “Spending it with my first boyfriend.”

“Perfect, huh?”

“Uh, just a bit. I have standards, Trav.”

He chuckled. “I haven’t gone out with anyone since I started playing.”

She was looking down at what was in her hand. It was still soft, really very pretty, haloed with a golden crown. He was right; cocks were gorgeous. So were pussies. He was gorgeous; all her new friends were gorgeous. “How long’s that been?”

“A little more than two years. They don’t let you start until you have pubes and your voice is changing.”

“Well, I guess I broke a rule,” she said, watching the way the thick, flexible sausage rolled and curved in her hand. “My voice still hasn’t changed.”

He giggled. “For girls, it’s pubes and tits.”

“Six months ago, then,” she said, and leaned down and kissed the head of his penis. “Why don’t they let you start before then, though?”

“The other players.” He brushed some hair back from her face, watching her head move as she licked him. “They don’t want to do it with little kids, you know. Or even anyone that looks like one.”

“Makef fenfe,” she said. He was beginning to harden. Feeling him inflate in her mouth, feeling him go from soft to fully erect, made her aware, once again, of her power as a girl, as a sexual being. She could turn a boy on with just her lips and tongue. It was amazing.

“Did you really not have tits six months ago?”

“Bab—” She paused. “Barely.” She resumed.

“Oh. Well, I’m glad you do now.” He reached and proved it, cupping her breasts, playing with the nipples.

“Nee poo.”

They didn’t say anything else for a while, Kaeleigh because she couldn’t, and Travis because he didn’t need to. He stared down in wonder at her slowly-moving head, rising and descending gently over his center. She’d learned a lot in the last few hours. She was doing some really amazing things in there somewhere, and he was beginning to do more than just enjoy it. Kaeleigh was giving him a very deep and personal kiss, and was willing to call herself his girlfriend, knowing what she did about his feelings for Casper, knowing he’d had sex with her brother, knowing he’d blown lots of boys and fucked lots of girls, and that he had no intention of stopping any of it. It didn’t bother her. She’d met him as a player, and liked him as a player, and now she was a player too. She would be fucking four new guys next week, eating three new pussies, and his only regret was that he wouldn’t be there to see it all happen.

But he knew she’d leave them all reeling. His girlfriend, one of the hottest fucks anyone would ever experience would, within a year or two, be experienced by virtually everyone in the game.

Good. That was what the game was all about: Spreading the sex around so everyone could enjoy it.

She eased off after a while without making him come, her hand firm around his root, his cock a spit-polished column. She kissed him. “So what does my brand-new boyfriend want to do next?”

“I’m glad you asked,” he said, and kissed her, and eased her back on the couch until she was lying there with her knees bent and her thighs parted; and then he was crouching between them, returning the kiss with interest. She was very strong with her own fluids and the other boys’, at first, but Casper had been correct. If you did it long enough, all you ended up tasting was skin, and it was her skin that he relished, with time.

He loved her like that for a while, letting her revisit that beautiful pink fog with all its bright billows, and when she was ready for him, he entered her, and he remembered everything she liked and gave it all to her again, even his cum at the end, while everyone else slept through it all.

They snuggled together when it was done, and he remained inside her. “I think I’m really gonna like being your boyfriend.”

“You like it so far, right?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s been a while since I’ve gone out with anyone, though, so I might be rusty on the flowers and chocolates and things.”

“I’ve never gone out with anyone, so I don’t even know if I’d miss any of it.” She kissed him. “Besides, I don’t want flowers or chocolates or … or stuffed animals or smoochy-kissy faces or anything.”

“Oh? Well … what do you want?”

She snorted. “Do you really gotta ask?”

He giggled with her. “That, you can have as much as you want.”

She tickled at the wiry hairs under his arm. She even liked his body hair. “How does sperm work?” she said.

“Uh … well, it kinda … swims around, and finds an egg…”

“Dork. Cas said it builds up, but not like pee? Does it, what, like, get stored in your balls or something?”

“Oh. Yeah, no, it’s not like that. It doesn’t even come from the same place inside me as pee does.” He slid out of her, his sex a glistening half-softened curve, and rolled onto his back. “The sperm cells start here in my balls, but most of the other juices come from other places, like my prostate gland. Down here, kind of up behind the root, there’s these little, like, bladder things where it all gets stored. It … builds up, and the hornier you are, the faster it builds up, and then when you, you know, when you come, it comes out.”

She reached down to cradle his lovely, sticky flesh. Her boyfriend’s penis, there in her hand. She’d got it backwards from how it usually went; first they’d had sex, then they’d agreed to start dating. But hey, it worked. “He said if you don’t have any cum, you dry-fire.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Well, what happens if you get too much built up and you can’t cum it out, for some reason? Do you just pee it out instead? Or can you even get too much built up? Is that what blue-balls are?”

“Yeah, that’s they are, and hell yeah, you bet you can get too much built up. It starts hurting after a while, back behind my dick, and my balls get sore too. You can’t just pee it out. You have to cum it out.”

“Is that why boys jack off so much?”

“That’s part of it, yeah. Mostly it’s because it feels good, and we’re horny all the time.”

“Maybe I’m a boy with a pussy, then.”

“I got no problem with that.”

She giggled. “When me and Cas came in here to talk about our prizes and how to, you know, make it work with us first, he said he needed to jack off before we did it, because he was worried he’d come the second he put his dick in my pussy.”

“That can happen, yeah. If you get turned on enough, it really doesn’t take much to make you fire your load.”

“I didn’t think he was making that up, from the kinds of things Luke says sometimes about being on a hair trigger.” She swallowed. “I, uh, asked him, I asked Cas, if I could do it to him instead. If he’d, you know, teach me how to do it right.”

“Oh yeah? How’d it go?”

“Well, I learned a few things, like how to jack off a boy, and what a cameltoe slide feels like.”

“Oh, hey, right on. I know he had to love that, and I hope you did too.”

“Yeah, I did,” she said. “He made a pretty big mess. But it was awesome.”

“Good,” he said, and kissed her head.

“Are you mad?”

“No, why?”

“Well, I…” She shrugged. “I kinda cummed with Cas, and I made him come too, before we had our first time.”

“Kaeleigh, this game is about people getting together and having sex. You’re a player now. You’re allowed to do the same thing as everyone else. You want to jack off Cas, or anyone else, do it. You want to make it with Sal or anyone else, do it. If you feel like fucking me or Tuck or anyone, do it. Sex … if you’re doing it right, it brings you closer to people. They don’t own you, you don’t own them, but you get to share. And that’s the best feeling in the world.”

“I like that. I like everything you just said. I think it’s true.”

“I think it is too.”

“Okay,” she said. “Thanks. I’m glad we’re still cool.”

“Course we are. My only real regret is I wasn’t there to watch him blast spunk all over himself. I bet it was hotter than fuck, and I’d’ve loved to do the cleaning up.”

“You would’ve needed a mop.” They lay together for a while. “Did you have blue-balls before? The first time we made love?”

“They were ultraviolet,” he said. “I had a lot built up by then.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know, all those hot naked girls, hot naked guys, and knowing I was gonna hook up with you. Especially that part of it.”

“You like me that much?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “You’ve got a lot, just a lot going on. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’ve got some serious backbone, you’re pretty, and you’ve got a great body.”

“Me? Come on, Trav, I got a body like a boy. Or is that what you like about it?”

“No, you don’t, and no, it’s not. You’re definitely a girl. You have hips, you have tits, you have a great ass, and you have great legs.”

“What about what’s between them?”

“That’s great too.”

“Ditto on everything, with you,” she said.

“Oh, you like my tits? I hope I can fill out an A-cup someday.”

She giggled. “Ditto on everything else, then. Especially the great ass. And the nice … chest. And what’s between your legs.”

“Right now, your hand is a lot of what’s between my legs.”

“Isn’t that great?”

He laughed. “You bet it is.”

He’d become mostly hard again. “Do you have more built up?”

“Not for a while yet.” He kissed her. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t come as much as you want.”

“So I just … climb on?”

“Two seats, no waiting,” he said.

She took him at his word and rode his cock for a while, then his face, then switched back to his cock, and that was when Casper got up to do what they’d both done earlier. They didn’t stop making love; everyone had already seen them in action more than once earlier, and no one had any secrets from anyone here.

When he came back, he sat in the chair and watched them as she took it all the way through to the end for Trav. Cas was masturbating, but not to come, just to enjoy it. Kaeleigh had noticed the boys all did that; they liked to watch another boy with one of the girls, or even the girls with each other, and whenever they were doing that, their dicks were in their hands. Maybe that was part of what helped them build up cum. Maybe, for Travis, her fucking him had been a kind of masturbation too, one that let his cum build up and let her enjoy a lot of orgasms of her own, as well. That didn’t seem entirely fair, but Trav wasn’t complaining.

Fucking was weird. Technically, like Cas said, it just meant the boy sticking his dick in, so maybe technically she’d been fucked in the mouth a few times tonight, and before tonight, she’d been fucked by her own fingers, and of course the world-famous hairbrush. But she didn’t think that was really the right word. There was fucking, there was sex, and there was making love, and there was what she’d done with the girls and all the dicks she’d sucked, and even the cameltoe slide she’d given Casper and the magic touch session she’d shared with Nette, and it was all part of the same thing, but each was different. She didn’t know which part she liked best, but she also knew she didn’t have to choose, and that was best part of all. She could let Cas or Tuck fuck her, she could make love with Travis, she could give head, she could eat pussy, and all of it was sex.

She pulled her hair back and re-tightened the tie. “Did you like the show?”

Cas nodded, his hand slow on his thick hard cock. The first cock she’d ever masturbated, the first cock she’d ever had inside her, the first she’d blown to completion, and the second she’d had to orgasm in her pussy. And it belonged to a boy who was a lot sweeter than he let show on the surface. “You look real good together.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“You … well, you know, you’ve got a, just a great body, and Travis is pretty built too, and you look real good when you come, Kaeleigh. You could both be in porn.”

“So could you,” Kaeleigh said, sliding off of her boyfriend. She bent to lick him clean as he sat up. “You want a BJ or anything?” she said when she was done.

“I don’t want to interrupt,” Casper said.

“Interrupt what? Travis came, I came. I think we’re cool for now, right?”

“Yeah,” Travis nodded. “It’s cool if you guys want to mess around or something.”

“See?” Kaeleigh smiled. “I like you and I like your dick, and I’ll suck it for you if you want me to.”

“Well, since you put it like that…”

Kaeleigh giggled. She got up and went over to Casper, sat beside him in the chair, and made out with him for a while, feeling his richly-muscled body, fondling his heavy cock. When she slid to the floor between his legs, he was very ready for her. She licked him, sucked him, played with him, then let his head out of her mouth with a pop. “You mind if Travis teams up with me?”

Casper glanced over at his friend, the only boy he’d ever kissed. Even in the half light he could see the blush rising to fill his cheeks. “Can you keep it below the waist?”

“Maybe,” he said.

“Below the neck?”

“Mmm … probably?”

Cas sighed. It really hadn’t been that bad of a kiss. “Oh … oh … all right, I’ll take my chances.”

“You sure?”

“Come on. But I don’t blow dudes.”

“Exfept onfe,” Kaeleigh pointed out. She leaned back again and made room for her boyfriend. “And Travis isn’t salty at all. He tastes great.”

“I don’t think it matters right now anyway,” Travis said, settling in between Cas’s legs while Kaeleigh got back into the chair beside him. “It’s gonna be a while before I can come again.” He licked Casper from balls to head while his girlfriend watched. “We all broke our personal records tonight, thanks to a certain new girl. I know I did, anyway.”

She giggled. “What makes you think this won’t happen again?” She kissed Casper while Travis began ministering to him in earnest. “You guys are friends, right?”

“Yeah,” Cas said. “But aren’t you his girlfriend now?”

“How’d you know that?”

“I heard you talking earlier.”

“Oh. Well, yeah, okay, we’re together, but we’re both still players, and I don’t got a problem doing threesomes with my hot boyfriend and a hot friend of his.”

Cas studied her, a naked and horny girl in his arms, caressing his body in very nice ways, while her boyfriend — a friend of his he’d known since before he started playing All The Way — was giving him some of the best head he’d ever had. He’d been blown a few times by guys, and never cummed because of it. He’d always believed only a girl could get him off that way. But none of those guys were anywhere near as bi — and as committed, and well-practiced — as Travis. “Let’s see how it goes tomorrow before I make any big decisions about regular events, all right?”

Kaeleigh smiled “Sure,” she said. “But first, I want to see you come in his mouth, okay?”

“You mean now?”

“Yeah,” she said. She kissed him. “Please? It’ll be hot. You look good when you come, too, you know.”

“I get the feeling,” he said, “you’re used to getting what you want.”

“Is that always so bad, though?”

Casper looked down at Travis, at his slowly bobbing head, at his cock being sucked. It did feel good. There was no denying that. Actually, it felt incredible. He had no idea what Trav was doing with his tongue, but there was a building wave of glowing golden heat that lapped through his nerves, his skin, his entire body with each slow caress, each delicate rise and fall of his head. All he had to do, really, was let the BJ happen, let the orgasm happen; and the way things were going, it was shaping up to be an intense one. “Okay,” he breathed. “Yeah.”

“Thanks,” she said, and made out with him for a while, touching and licking and kissing him, giving him her tits to play with and her pussy to finger. He knew what she was doing, knew this was really for Travis, not herself; she was giving her new boyfriend a gift, and Casper went along with her in partnership because … partly because he liked Kaeleigh and didn’t want to refuse her; and partly because she was hot and naked and making out with him; and partly because Trav was working a serious miracle there between his legs; but mostly … mostly he went along with it because Travis was his friend, and maybe, in some cases, being a friend meant caring about more than something as vaguely defined as sexual orientation. If Becka could be woman enough to go down on Kaeleigh, maybe he could be man enough to let his dick get sucked.

It went on for a good fifteen minutes before Trav drained him, making bright lights go off in his eyes at the end. Ten of that fifteen minutes were spent at the absolute verge of climax, teetering crazily on the tipping point, kept balanced expertly by a boy whose skill was unmatched by anyone else in the game. It was maddening to almost come for that long, maddening and enervating and transcendently blissful. Casper knew he was one of the very few male players who’d never had his penis sucked to completion by Travis — until now. Before, he’d been worried about it getting weird between them as friends. Now he wondered why he’d put it off for so long, and then the orgasm swept his mind clean of everything else.

For ten or twelve glorious radiant seconds, Casper was his penis; there was no other awareness of anything in him at all, no experience in his consciousness but the explosion of his semen, the clench of his muscles locked in spasm, the pulse of a finish that went far beyond anything previous in his vast and varied oral-sex experience. His thick cock bucked fiercely, his heavy balls drawn in tight, his tart and peppery load surging into Trav’s mouth as a rich, warm flow.

Travis savored it, holding it in his mouth while he licked away all the traces from Cas’s reddened flesh, before he sent it down his throat to be a part of him forever. He’d waited three years for this to happen. It was worth it.

“Thanks,” he said, leaning back to look up at Cas and Kaeleigh, still embraced. Casper was limp, his head back, his chest hitching. He looked like he’d been rendered boneless, reduced to a gasping sheath of skin and flesh. Travis smiled. He’d seen that look before, in other guys who needed time to recover from his attentions. He knew what he was capable of when he concentrated, and Casper had held his full attention from start to finish. He’d given him all he knew how to give, and that was a hell of a lot.

“That was … pretty good, man,” Cas said, when he was finally able to speak again. He was glad Kaeleigh was staying put for now, because he honestly didn’t think he’d be able to get up, or remain standing. Oral often yielded a powerful cum, sharper and more intense than what came from fucking; and Travis’s version of it had produced the single most eruptive surge of pleasure he’d ever known. It felt like all his nerves had been plugged directly into a wall and blown out. “But I feel like I should be thanking you.”

“Oh, you should, since you just got the best BJ of your life. I meant thanks to Kaeleigh, though.” He leaned in and kissed her leg. “Because it was thanks to Kaeleigh, and I know it.”

“It’s why you need me as your girlfriend,” she said. “So you can get more boys.”

“What about you?” he said.

“Oh…” She smiled and spread her legs. “I think you know what you can do with me.”

He did, eating her pussy while she made out some more with Casper; and when he was ready, he gave her his cock again, with Cas sitting right beside her, holding her while she was being fucked, sucking her nipples, playing with her clit, kissing her, kissing Trav, kissing them both and helping her, helping her and Travis both, put the final and triumphant period at the end of the story of her first day — and night — of sex.