I woke up before the alarm went off. I was a wee bit disoriented, not being used to waking up with company.

Maggie had shifted some time during the night. When we had fallen asleep, we had been spooning. She had flipped over. Now she was facing me, one leg wrapped over mine, her right hand around my waist, her left hand up against my chest—along with her face, which was buried into my chest. My hand had ended up on her hip. She looked so sweet and peaceful wrapped around me like that.

I thought about things while I watched her. I’d been going on instinct, really—not really analyzing my feelings for her. Of course I knew I liked her. Gazing down at her sleeping form is when it really hit me—I had gone way past ‘like’. She was sweet and tender—and also brash and forthright. She was vulnerable—and also gutsy and bold. She was obsessed with sex—and really wanted to be loved. She was, in short, beguiling. Enchanting. Even more intoxicating than I first realized.

I could wake up with this adorable little minx wrapped around me every day. God knows I’d never get bored! Why the hell hadn’t any of the many other guys she’d been with ever fallen head-over-heels for her? Actually, I knew the answer to that—all they saw was the pussy. I somehow saw so much more than that.

Even if I was the one that had nicknamed her Sugarlips.

I meditated on all this for about 20 minutes, staring at her the whole time. Then she woke up.

"Hmmm?" she groaned sleepily.

"Good morning Sugarlips," I said, kissing her on the forehead.

"Morning," she said awkwardly, clearly self-conscious. It seemed like she was trying to extricate herself from our embrace.

"Where are you going?" I said, wrapping my arm around her.

"I’m uncomfortable."

"Bullshit. I’ve been watching you sleep for the last 20 minutes. You couldn’t have looked more comfortable if you had been sleeping on a cloud."

"OK, so I’m mentally uncomfortable."

"Bullshit."

She sighed. "Fine. I liked waking up like this a whole hell of a lot and it scares the shit out of me. Happy?"

"Ah, good. A little honesty."

"You gonna let me go now that I’ve been honest?"

"Not on your life."

She sighed again. "You’re impossible."

"You love me."

She looked at me with a start. "I what?"

"You love me."

"You’re impossible and crazy."

"Come here," I leaned down to her. "I want to kiss you." She let me kiss her. Actually, she started out letting me kiss her—she ended by kissing back with remarkable vigor. "Hmm," I said after we broke the kiss, "I think Sugarlips has a double meaning."

"Oh, you," she snorted.

"Admit it. You like that nickname."

"OK. I admit it. It’s unbearably sweet and totally nasty all at once."

"Which means it’s perfect for you." She blushed at that.

"What time is it anyway?" she asked.

"Five minutes before my alarm goes off."

"Aah. Not enough time for a little nookie, I suppose," she grinned.

"Not unless it was a quickie."

"I like quickies."

"I don’t. Especially not with you."

She sighed, and this time did unravel herself from my arms. "I need to pee anyway." I grinned at her and let her get back up. When she came back, I said, "My turn," and went to the bathroom myself.

OK, I liked waking up in his arms way more than I wanted to admit. To myself, and certainly to him. All this "you love me" crap.

Damn, it was nice.

He came back after a few minutes, grabbed clothes, and started putting them on. "Get dressed. All your stuff is on that chair there. Meet you downstairs." Then he was gone.

Jesus, what a fucking puzzle.

I got dressed, got downstairs, and found him in the kitchen. The coffee was brewing, and he was frying bacon. "Jeez, look at this!" I said. "How domestic!"

"Mom made sure I learned how to cook. How do you take your eggs?"

"Sunny side." A guy cooking for us? Jesus. Head, stop spinning. I watched him finish the bacon, then do the eggs. He then served everything—even toast—and poured us each a coffee.

We were eating pleasantly, when he said cryptically, "You have until tomorrow."

"For what?"

"To decide."

"To decide what?"

"The answer to this question." He took a breath and looked right at me. "Maggie, will you go out with me?"

I dropped my fork. He just had billions and billions of ways to make me completely discombobulated, didn’t he? "Are you serious?"

"As serious as it gets. Maggie—no games. No playing around." He looked right into my eyes. "I’m falling in love with you."

"You are?" I squeaked.

"Yeah. But I don’t know how you feel." I started to say something, but he cut me off. "And I don’t want to know—not right now. Look, it’s the last day for us in The Program. Have fun. Do what you want. I’m not going to force you to make a decision today, when your hormones are going to be, no doubt, running wild." He took a breath. "Because, if you say yes, I’m going to hold you to what you said earlier." I looked at him, a question in my eyes. "You said that if you ever met anyone that you decided you wanted to have an actual relationship with, you’d be monogamous. I want all of you. I don’t want to share. And you need to decide if you can do that."

"Wow," was all I could come up with. I had a lot to think about.

He drove me to school, we undressed at the entrance just like all week, he kissed me lightly on the cheek—then he disappeared.

What a morning. My poor teachers. Usually I’m a decent student, though I’m no Natalie Weinberg. Not this day. I was in a complete fog.

I had one constant mantra running through my head: Love or sex. Love or sex. Love or sex. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Because there was no longer any doubt in my mind about one thing—I was falling in love with him as surely as he was with me. And him loving me was as good as it gets. He made me feel like a fucking princess.

So, Maggie the Princess or Maggie the Fuck Bunny? Shit, some guys I’d done had barely known my name. I was just an available pussy. Chuck not only knew my name—and a whole lot else about me—he had even named my pussy, for Chrissakes!

How could I turn this down?

Well, all too easily, one part of my brain told me. The part that contained my libido. This would be a major lifestyle change. Could I live with that? My brain was fighting this war all morning. I decided I needed someone to talk to. At lunch, I asked Amanda to grab a private table with me.

"Chuck asked me to go out with him," I told her without preamble.

"Cool! What did you say?"

"Nothing, yet. He doesn’t want an answer until tomorrow."

"Huh?"

"He said it’s my last day in The Program, and he wanted me to sleep on it. I spent the night with him last night, all night."

"Wow," Amanda said. "What are you going to do?"

"I don’t know. Amanda, I think I’m falling in love with him. But can I give up sex?"

"If you spent the night with him, I don’t think you’re giving up sex," she laughed.

"You know what I mean. Sex with other people."

"Is that so important?"

"I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to figure out," I admitted.

"Look," Amanda asked, "how is sex with him?"

"Unbelievable," I admitted.

"Quality over quantity," Amanda grinned.

"True. But variety is nice sometimes." I sighed. "You know me and controlling my sex life. If I’m in a steady relationship, I surrender some of that control."

"Remember how much control I surrendered when I started going out with Jared. A different situation, but control was involved. Maggie? It’s worth it."

"For you, yes. For me?" I sighed again.

"Look, who’s the best person you’ve ever been with?" she asked me.

"Well, Chuck."

"Besides him."

"Oh, that’s easy," I grinned. "Jared."

"Good choice," she grinned back. "I think I need to lend Jared to you this afternoon." I just looked at her. "He’s your favorite bed partner, right? Then he’s the best thing you’d be giving up. It might help you make your decision."

"Partially, it might at that. Not completely, because of the variety thing. But, yeah, it couldn’t hurt," I admitted.

"I’ll set it up."

Lunch ended then, and we went to bio. The rest of the afternoon went as usual, and, after school, I found Jared waiting for me. Chuck was there, too, getting dressed. He just winked at me then took off.

"Amanda said you needed a little lovin’," Jared grinned at me.

"Yeah. Did she tell you why? It’s occurred to me that, if I do this, I’d be blatantly using you."

"Yeah, she told me why," he said. "You might be using me, but it’s for a good reason. Hell, Maggie, what are friends for?" I laughed at his salacious little grin. "Besides which, if you do go with Chuck, this’ll be my last chance. And you are the second-best I’ve ever been with. Use me, abuse me, anything you want."

I cracked up laughing. "Jared, you’re a peach."

"That I am. Let’s go."

We went back to my house, no one was there. Jared took me in his arms and made love to me. He went down on me—something he’s very good at—then fucked my brains out. Jared is an accomplished, considerate, and caring lover—and he has the biggest dick I’d ever had. In other words, if you wanted to beat Jared Wicklow at lovemaking, you’d better be awfully good.

Or, you’d better have one hell of an emotional attachment to the person you’re in bed with.

When we were done—and I had enjoyed multiple screaming orgasms—I knew. I absolutely knew. Jared was one of my best friends. I adored him. But I wasn’t in love with him—Amanda was.

And it just wasn’t the same.

It was with no small amount of trepidation that I had given her that ultimatum, believe me.

But I couldn’t help it. I needed to know. I realized, belatedly, that the thought that I was the fourth guy she was with yesterday made me sick. I wanted her all to myself.

School was torturous, because I decided to try to avoid her. For the first time all week, I didn’t want to play games with her, or try to push her into anything. She needed to decide this. Sticking myself in her face every five seconds wasn’t going to help.

And, since I was my last day in the program, I got quite a few last-day fondles. I was horny as hell. And I didn’t do anything about it—not even ask for relief. I had given her the day to play around—but I didn’t give myself the same luxury. I couldn’t.

All I wanted was Maggie Benson.

Imagine that. Like I ever thought I’d be saying that!

I got through the day, went home, hung around. My parents were still in the Bahamas. After a few hours, I made myself some supper. I’d never minded being alone before. Now, I did. I went upstairs and decided to do some drawing.

It was about an hour later that the doorbell rang. I went and answered it. There stood Maggie. She was wearing the dress she had bought yesterday. She was carrying the teddy bear I had bought her yesterday.

"Hi," I said. "You toting Teddy around?"

She grinned and said, "He was in my bookbag all day, even."

"Come in," I said, and led her into the living room.

She sat down on the couch next to me, carefully placed the teddy bear on the coffee table in front of us, and turned to me. "I don’t need until tomorrow," she said.

"OK."

"I thought about this all day. I had a talk with Amanda. I even took Jared to bed this afternoon." I shot her a look. She giggled. "Jared’s the best I’ve ever been with. Until this week," she admitted. "So, Jared’s what I’d have to give up. I guess I was trying to figure out, in some weird way, if it would be worth it."

"What did you decide?" I asked tentatively.

"Jared’s one of my best friends. He’s a great lover. I’ve always loved having sex with him." She took a breath. "And when we got done today, all I could think was that it just wasn’t the same. And if I thought that with him, well, anybody else pales in comparison." She sighed. "Look. This is a major, major lifestyle change for me. I can’t promise it’ll be easy. But I want to try.

"Because I’m in love with you," she admitted. "You make me feel like nobody has ever made me feel. I want to go out with you."

"Thank God," I breathed, and leaned over and grabbed her and wrapped my arms around her. She giggled. Then she pulled herself back so she could look at me.

"This isn’t going to be easy for me," she said.

"I know."

"I’m going to be tempted."

"I know. Look, I’d prefer it if you don’t slip up, but if you do…..hey, I know what I’m getting into."

"I won’t slip up." She got a little twinkle in her eye. "But I’m going to need a lot of sex."

"I think I can handle that," I grinned. I stood up off the couch, reached over, and picked her right up off of it. She giggled and squealed, and wrapped her arms around my neck. I started carrying her up the stairs.

"What are you doing?" she laughed.

"Taking you up to my room so we can get started on that whole ‘a lot of sex’ thing."

"And you were the one that didn’t want to go to bed with me two days ago," she laughed as we walked up the stairs.

"Didn’t you notice that I kind of blew that all to hell yesterday?" I laughed.

"Yeah, true." We were in my room by then, and I set her down on my bed. "And I didn’t mind a bit," she said.

"Neither did I, to be honest," I grinned. I crawled in next to her and pulled her to me. "Maggie, I really do love you."

"I know. I love you, too." She took a breath. "Just, please, remember how fucking scary this is for me, OK?"

"I will," I promised. "Look, I kind of went into overdrive this week, because I was trying to ingratiate myself. But I’ve never had a girlfriend, either. I’m not exactly calm about this." I took a breath. "And the girl I pick to go out with is a tornado with legs," I chuckled.

"I’m not that bad," she claimed. "You know how to take the tornado right out of me."

"Good," I said, and kissed her, long and deep. I nibbled all over her neck and ears. Then I unbuttoned the top of her dress—she wasn’t wearing a bra—and kissed my way down to her nipples.

"I could get really used to all this foreplay," she sighed.

"Good," I told her, then went back to her boob. While I was nibbling on her nipple, I slipped a hand under the dress, and rubbed her pussy through her panties. She sighed, and moaned a little. She started undoing the rest of the buttons on her dress, then pushed my hand and face away to get the dress all the way off. She stripped her panties off afterwards, then went to work on my clothes. I helped her, then rolled onto my back and grinned at her.

"What?" she said. I just grinned wider and pointed to my face. "Get on and take a ride, little girl," I teased her. "I know you liked it this way."

She grinned back at me, and swung her leg over me, straddling my head. She lowered her pussy to my waiting mouth, and gripped my headboard. I put my hands on her hips to balance her, and ran my tongue up and down her labia. "Oh GOD," she moaned. I stuck my tongue into her opening as far as I could, and plunged it in and out a few times. Then I went back up her labia, and zeroed in on her clit, sucking in between my lips. She started moaning, and rocking back and forth over me—and every time she rocked, it pulled on her clit more, because I kept it tight in my mouth. She went berserk, waving her hips above me and squealing every time her clit got stretched. After a few minutes of this, I felt her whole body stiffen, she lowered herself further on my face, and she came with a banshee scream.

She flopped forward, leaning on the headboard, her pussy right in my face, her legs weak. But I wasn’t done. After she came down a little, I started licking her pussy again. She groaned and started undulating a bit over my tongue. I still had my hands on her hips, and I dropped the right one. I reached under her from behind and diddled her pussy with my fingers, spreading her wetness on my fingers. There was no angle to slip a finger into her pussy the way we were, so I did the next best thing. I took one of my fingers that I had gotten went from her, and gently slipped in into her ass.

"Ayyyyyiiiiieeeeeeee! OH FUCK!" she howled, and started thrashing wildly above me. It was all I could do to maintain contact between my tongue and her clit, but I managed. She was furiously rubbing her pussy all over my face, and bucking back as I slipped my finger in and out of her ass. I added a second finger. "CHUCK! OH SHIT!" she howled, "FuckFuckFuckFUCK!"

She was going berserk. I tried to time my licks of her clit with my fingers plunging into her ass—not easy with the way she was moving on me—but I did OK. And I could tell, because every time I did it, she went "AAAAGGGGHHH! OOOOOOOHHHH! AYYYIIEEEEEE!" Damn, she was vocal. I loved it. And when she came? Jesus, I thought she let out a scream with the first one. With this one, I think she broke my mirror!

She flopped on top of me. I nudged her off my face a bit—I did need to breathe, after all—and she slid down so she was straddling my chest. She was wheezing and gasping and flushed and still quivering and I loved watching her like that.

"Man, oh, man, I just can’t get enough of those Sugarlips," I said to her.

"That’s good. Because I can’t get enough of that magical tongue," she managed to say. She slipped off me and flopped down next to me on the bed. "You’re something else."

"Do you know how beautiful you are right after you’ve cum?" I told her.

"Oh, man, keep saying stuff like that to me and I’ll be yours forever."

"Good," I grinned. I maneuvered myself on top of her. She grinned and spread her legs. As I entered her, she reached up and ran her fingers through my hair. I hit bottom, and she pulled my head down towards hers, and kissed me.

I slowly moved in and out of her as her lips nibbled on mine. She released a little moan into my mouth every time I pushed into her. She ran her tongue all over my lips and then into my mouth as I moved in and out of her. "Oh GOD it’s so GOOD," she moaned. She lifted her legs around my hips, and then started in on that muscle-control thing, squeezing my dick with her pussy as I fucked her.

I started moving in and out of her faster, and she slammed her lips into mine, moaning "MMMMMM! MMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" into my mouth with every stroke. I was close, but so was she. I started moving a little harder, and she started humping herself up wildly at me. I broke the kiss and whispered "Cum, Maggie," into her ear. Her eyes opened wide, she slammed her lips back into mine, practically stuck her tongue down my throat, and spasmed underneath me, screaming into my mouth the whole time. As she ground her clenching pussy into me, I filled her up.

When we were done, I reached underneath her, and flipped us both over, so she was on top of me. She opened her eyes and giggled at being flipped. Then I cuddled her into my chest.

"Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God!" she moaned. "You’re unbelievable."

"Same goes for you, Sugarlips."

"Kissing during sex. What will they think of next?" she giggled.

"It was great. I think I want you to stick your tongue down my throat every time you cum from now on."

She giggled. "Anything you say."

"Yeah, riiiiiight," I laughed. "You haven’t gone through a complete personality transplant. Don’t you dare start getting all reserved and docile and obedient on me."

"Not on your life," she laughed.

"Are you spending the night again tonight?"

"If that’s an invitation, then yes," she sighed happily, snuggling harder into me.

"Good. You need to call home?"

"No," she giggled, "I already told Daddy not to expect me."

"Good." I flipped her so that she was on the bed next to me, and she happily snuggled her face into my chest again. I, for one, slept like a baby. Pretty sure she did, too.

---end of part five---