I did go to sleep pretty quickly that night. I really was exhausted. When I woke up the next morning, at about seven-thirty, all the ol’ doubt crept back in.

My fucking insecurities. Damn them. Well, I guess you can’t just make them go away overnight.

I don’t know. I really didn’t mind that she was with Ed yesterday—at least at the time. Now, I didn’t know what to think. It’s the ol’ "well, if I let her do this, what if she finds something better" bullshit. I dunno, maybe it’s because we didn’t make love last night and Ed was the last person she was with. But, hell, that was my decision. And the reason I gave her was the real reason—I was bushed.

So, I’m sitting in bed, mulling this over, when there’s a knock at my door.

"Honey, you up?" Mom asked me.

"Sure."

"OK. Wait there." Huh? So, I waited, and a couple minutes later, in walks Amanda.

"Hi, sweetie!"

I laughed. "What are you doing here?"

"It’s eight o’clock. Time for your wakeup call." She leaned down and kissed me.

"Nice wakeup call," I laughed.

"Glad you liked it. You know what? Sleeping alone last night sucked."

"Tell me about it," I said.

"So, you know, next best thing." She sat on the edge of my bed. I sat up next to her.

"Boxer shorts, huh?" she asked.

"Well, you’re fully dressed. I haven’t seen you like that in a while."

She giggled. "That’s because I want to do this in private, for once." Her voice got all low and breathy. "Jared, would you please undress me?"

Damn, she gets good ideas. I undressed her. I took my sweet time doing it, too. My hands were all over her as I peeled off her clothes. When I was done, she reached for my boxers and pulled them off.

"Have you had your shower yet?" she asked.

"No."

"Let’s go."

She led me into the bathroom. "First things first," I said, and headed towards the toilet.

"No. Not yet." She opened the shower curtain and stepped in. She didn’t turn the water on, but lay down at the bottom of the tub. "You need to go, I want you to go right here."

Gulp. When she talked about it yesterday, I didn’t think she was serious. So, that’s what I said. "Are you serious?"

"You betcha. This is fantasy day. I want it, give it to me."

So, I did. I stepped into the shower, and started peeing on her. Right at her boobs. "All over me." So I went up and down. I got it all over her boobs, in her face, in her hair—and then she opened her mouth! All over her legs, her pussy, by the time I was done—this was a first-thing-in-the-morning piss, remember—she was covered in it. And she was gasping and writhing. God, she was turned on. To my surprise, I was, too.

"Turn the water on," she gasped in a throaty whisper. I did. "Help me up." I helped her get to her feet. The shower water was mixing with the pee as it ran off her. She maneuvered us so she was standing with her back at the far end of the shower. She grabbed my dick. "Bend your knees a little, crouch down some." Absolutely mesmerized, I did everything she asked me to. I bent my knees. She grabbed my dick, and I saw that now—with my knees bent a little—it lined up. "Push," she said. I pushed. I slid up inside her—that piss bath turned her on incredibly, she was sopping wet—and was all the way in in a flash.

I couldn’t help but think that this would be a bit easier if we were closer to the same height—I had a few inches on her—because I was crouched down in a less-than-perfectly-comfortable position. But my sweetie had other ideas. She wrapped her arms around my neck. "Put your hands on my hips," she told me. I did, and then she said, "Now, unbend your knees. Stand up."

Oh my fucking head. I stood up, and she came right off the ground. When I got to my full height, her feet were dangling four inches off the ground. Her eyes were closed, and she was already gasping—and her pussy was like a vice on my dick. I couldn’t believe it. I was holding her off the ground by only her arms around my neck and my dick in her pussy, and by her being up against the wall. Then she wrapped her legs around my hips and hooked her feet together behind my ass. She was completely off the ground. Then she kissed me—the wildest, most animalistic kiss you’ve ever seen.

"Oooooonnnnngggggg," she purred after she broke this kiss. "This feels….indescribable." Then she grinned at me. "Am I too heavy for you?"

I grinned back and responded by pulling away from the wall. She dangled in midair, held off the ground by my dick. What a feeling. "OH JESUS!" she yelled as she realized that she wasn’t up against the wall anymore. I had no leverage, of course, but I managed a couple of little thrusts into her. "Too heavy? No I don’t think so," I said. She giggled in between moans. "However, I don’t think I can keep that up forever," and moved her back up against the wall. When I got her pinned again, I started thrusting as hard as I could. Not very hard, in that position, but enough, apparently—because she went wild. Her eyes opened wide, and little animalistic moans were coming out of her mouth. Every time I pulled out, she slipped a little, so not only was I driving into her, I was driving her back up. She went nuts. I did, too—despite the awkwardness of the position, this was fantastic. I felt like I was fucking her into orbit.

I knew I was close, and knew she was, too, so I went for the clincher—I leaned over and nibbled on her earlobe. She screamed, and then exploded—and I went right with her. She slipped off my softening dick, and lowered herself to the ground.

She started to say something, but I shook my head and put my finger to my lips. She looked at me quizzically, but smiled. I grabbed a washcloth and started cleaning her off. She got the message and started doing the same to me.

When we were done, I silently shut the water off, stepped out, held out a hand for Amanda to come out, and handed her a towel. Grabbing another one, I started drying her off. She took hers and returned the favor. As I had hoped, her washing and drying my nether regions had gotten me hard again.

She turned to me and smiled, again about to say something, but I put my finger to my lips again. Stepping over to her, I crouched, aimed, and thrust up into her again, lifting her right off the floor.

That took her right by surprise. "AYYYYEEEEEEE!" she yelled, and quickly grabbed around my neck as she came off the floor, impaled on my dick, in the middle of the bathroom. "OH FUCK JARED!" she screamed as she held on for dear life. I grabbed her ass, and she wrapped her legs around behind me again. Then, with her holding on for dear life, I started walking from the bathroom to my bedroom.

It was fantastic. Every step I took, she bounced—driving my dick deeper into her. She was damn near incoherent. She moaned and gasped with every step. I got to the bedroom and, expecting my legs to give out sooner or later, went over to the bed. But I didn’t get on it. I wanted to keep this up as long as I could. So, I stood there, in the middle of the room, not even against a wall, and bounced her up and down on me. I used my hands on her ass to lift her off and then bring her back down. She went almost as soon as we got into the bedroom, and then started climbing again. "Oh…..my….fuck…..Jared!" she howled. "Fuck! Fuck!" and she went again. After that, as I kept bouncing her, she was just babbling.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, so I lowered her to the bed—still in her—before my legs collapsed. The good part was that she was pretty much in continuous orgasm mode by the time my legs gave out, so I just kept driving into her. Since I had just cum, I figured I could go for a while, until, in the midst of her moaning and babbling, she returned the favor. She nibbled my earlobe.

Sha-ZAM!

Now I know why she liked it so much!

Afterwards, I slipped out of her and crawled up next to her, hoping I’d get feeling back in my legs sometime soon. And she was spent. Her breath came out in raspy wheezes, and she was covered in sweat—right after having taken a shower, for goodness’ sake. Finally, she calmed down, looked over at me, and said, "Am I alive?"

"I think so," I giggled.

"My oh my oh my. That was…..oy."

"When we were in the shower, I figured out I could probably hold you like that, away from any walls, for a little while—but I needed firmer footing than I could get in a shower. I was afraid I’d slip and we’d go down in a heap. So I figured that we’d try it outside the shower."

"You could’ve warned me."

"And miss the look on your face when I lifted you off the ground with my dick? Perish the thought."

"Oh Jesus," she laughed. "You almost gave me a heart attack. I’m standing there, and the next thing I know a telephone pole is slamming into my pussy and throwing me into the air. I couldn’t believe it."

"And you loved every minute of it," I laughed.

"Yeah," she admitted. "That was something else. Except I really should take another shower. I’m all sweaty. But I suppose it’ll go away."

"At least we got the pee off," I laughed.

She got a strange look on her face. "That was really weird," she said. "I actually tried that as kind of a lark. It didn’t disgust me or anything, so I figured, what the hell. What I wasn’t prepared for was just how much it turned me on. I mean, it was something." She sighed. "And, I have to admit, I really surprised myself by drinking it. I didn’t plan that. It was an impulse."

"How was it?"

"Not as bad as you’d guess," she said with a little smile. "Not something you’d want to drink to quench your thirst or anything—it’s really bitter and salty—but not as bad as you’d think."

"I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d be turned on by it at all," I told her. "I was wrong."

"It’s that whole intimacy thing," she said.

"Yeah. I guess letting your boyfriend use you as his toilet is pretty intimate."

She laughed, and then got serious. "This isn’t a test or a challenge or anything, it’s just curiosity. Would you ever do it?"

Well, that was a question, wasn’t it? "I have to think about that one."

"Fair enough."

"I’m so glad you came over this morning," I told her.

"I know you are," she giggled.

"No, not just that. I was having a freak-out moment when I woke up this morning."

"About?"

"Us."

Her face fell. "Uh-oh. What I did in the locker room yesterday? You did give me permission."

"Yes, I did. Absolutely, I did. I’m not blaming anyone for my stupid insecurities except myself. I didn’t mind it when you did it. I didn’t mind it after you did it. It caught up with me this morning."

"Jared, listen to me. I love you. Not anybody else, you. Remember what your Mom said—good sex is better than no sex? But great sex is better than good sex? What I had with Ed yesterday was good sex. What we just did just now wasn’t just great sex, it was stupendous sex." She took a breath. "I told you I talked to my Mom yesterday. This was one of the things we talked about. She says—and I agree with her—that the problem is that my sexuality woke up, and I fell in love, all at the same time. She said that if I had spent the last two years picking up Maggie’s leftovers, I’d be more ready for you."

"Your Mother said that?"

"Like I said, it was a fantastic talk. She doesn’t hate sex, it’s guilt—and she thinks she passed that guilt on to me and prevented me from discovering my sexuality earlier. And now I’m getting flooded with it. And falling in love at the same time."

"I guess that’s where my insecurities come from. Why are discovering your sexuality and falling in love not the same thing? I guess I know the answer to that, though. Like I said, they’re my damn insecurities. You fucked Ed yesterday because I wasn’t there. But the insecure part of me keeps yelling ‘You’re inadequate! You’re inadequate!’"

"Oh, Jared, NO! Fuck that. Listen, I also told my mother that if this ever came in conflict, I would become monogamous so fast it’d make your head spin. Full stop, no regrets. So, maybe we should stop talking about this and just do it. It’s fine, really."

"No, it’s not," I told her, "because there’s something else there. It’s not just because I can’t always be around. I know you were needy yesterday, but there’s another reason you fucked Ed."

"There’s two other reasons. One was that you gave me permission. It made it better—the sex with Ed, I mean. It was better because I had your permission. I can’t explain that, but it’s there."

"Damn. Now I feel like an ass even bringing this up," I said with dismay.

"No. Don’t. We have to discuss these things. My relationship with you is the important thing here. Anyhow, I said there were two reasons. The second one is this." She pointed to her breast. "I have discovered that, deep inside here, is a slut." I tried to say something, but she cut me off. "No. I’m serious. There’s a complete wanton harlot slut part of my personality that, since I was suppressing my sexuality, I never knew about. That’s why Mom said it would be easier if I had slept with half of Westport High before I met you. Look, it’s not all about other people." She smiled at me. "Getting peed on is pretty slutty, even if your boyfriend does it, and even if your boyfriend is the only person you’d ever think about doing it with—which is the truth, by the way." She sighed again. "But, yeah, there’s a slut in here. Maggie Benson’s kindred spirit is buried in here somewhere. Look, Jared, this is what it comes down to. I think about when I’m forty and sitting on a porch swing watching my four kids run around. I absolutely know, deep in my gut, no matter what happens, that I’m going to be sitting next to you. No doubt in my mind. That’s the important part. But the other part—less important, but it’s still there—is that I don’t want to be sitting on that porch swing saying ‘what if?’ and wondering what I missed."

I couldn’t help but smile. "Four kids?"

She grinned back. "That sound all right with you?"

"Perfect," I admitted. "You know what? When you put it that way, you’re right. Just keep reminding my stupid insecurities about the porch swing and the four kids, and I’ll be fine. Because, you’re right. This is the time in our lives to get wild. It’s kind of what you said about planning for the future—but having fun today, too. I don’t mind having fun now—but I don’t want to screw up my future. And that means I don’t want to screw up us—because you’re in my future, too."

"That’s so sweet. However, we have one other problem that’s not helping all this, and I don’t know if you see it yet. There’s an inequity."

"An inequity?"

"Yeah. Don’t you have any wild oats? It’s all been one-sided so far. You talk like you’d go for some fooling around, but you haven’t."

"No opportunity," I said honestly. "Yeah, thinking about it, I do have some wild oats. That whole fantasy thing of yours. Hey, I would be fucking someone else, even if you were there, right?"

"Yeah. That’s what I mean. I think there’s a doubt in your mind, even if it’s a tiny one, that I can fuck someone else and still be in love with you. I think that doubt would be dispelled if you fucked someone else." She took a deep breath. "I want to go to the party tonight. And go in the Orgy Room."

"OK." I said. She beamed at me.

"That reminds me, yesterday you said you had an idea about that whole me-watching thing."

"Yeah. Allie."

"Allie?"

"If she’d agree to let me fuck her—well, wouldn’t it even be better if you got to watch me fuck her while she was eating you out?"

"Oh my God, my nipples just crinkled."

"That’s what I thought," I laughed.

Well, at least that discussion ended well. But I kept thinking that it would’ve been just easier to dismiss it. Say, that’s it, it’s over, you’re all I want. Look, it really wouldn’t have been that difficult. I do love him. The sex with him is miles better than with anyone else—I’m talking about fucking, or fingering, or whatever. Getting a good wet kiss from him is more thrilling than getting fucked by Ed—and that’s no slight on Ed, he knows what he’s doing. It’s just that whole emotional intimacy thing. And I wasn’t lying when I said that him giving permission made it more thrilling. And, no, I can’t explain it. I hadn’t told him yet about my ultimate fantasy—me getting nailed with him watching. Actually, holding my hand. That gets me wet just thinking about it.

Anyhow, we seemed to have settled it for now, and we went upstairs. Tina was teasing us about actually wearing clothes. Mrs. Wicklow was making breakfast, and, since I hadn’t had any, I accepted her offer to join them. Then we kind of hung around for awhile, chatting about this and that, until it was time to head to the football field.

We walked, clothed, planning on taking our clothes off at the back entrance. But then I got a brainstorm. I told it to Jared, and he immediately grinned, and agreed.

So, when we got to the back entrance, we walked in, still wearing clothes. Jared bought his ticket—cheerleaders don’t have to pay to get in, after all—and we entered. The game was still a half hour away, so the stands weren’t completely full—but they were filling fast, and there were quite a few people there.

We walked in, and started walking onto the field. Mr. Tilling spotted us, and yelled out, "Hey, The Program’s still going on, you know! You two are in violation!"

"Give us a minute!" I yelled. He looked at me quizzically. I just smiled at him, and Jared and I waltzed out to the fifty-yard line, smack in the middle of the field.

And proceeded to undress one another. Right there, in front of all those people.

It was great. We figured this was going to be our last opportunity to do that, so we figured we’d do it right. It took a few minutes for most of the crowd to figure out what was happening—but we took it nice and slow, and they caught on. And started whooping and cheering. Instead me doing him first, or him doing me, we took turns. And made sure we took our damn sweet time doing it. And we hung all over each other. It was great. And Jared, in a brainstorm of his own, provided the finishing touch. The last thing to come off was my panties—and, instead of just letting them drop in a heap with the rest of our clothes, Jared took them off me, walked over to the stands, and chucked ‘em! My boyfriend threw my panties into the crowd at a football game. How cool is that?

And, since those were the ones I was wearing on the way to Jared’s—and I was horny as hell on the way to Jared’s—they were not clean. That made it even better.

Slut. I’m telling you. Complete slut.

Anyhow, he went to the stands, and I went to do my cheerleading thing. It was fine, we won, and my boobs didn’t hurt too much after bouncing them around for four quarters. Afterwards, we grabbed Allie and told her about the party. She got a little glimmer in her eye, and agreed to come.

We left the game, went to Jared’s and ate. Didn’t bother putting any clothes on, what was the point?

Then we headed to the party.

Allie met us in front of the house, and we all went in together. We stayed in the main party room for a while, eating and mingling, then we decided it was time. I went to ask Allie.

"Allie, we’re going in the orgy room. Want to come?"

"I don’t know," she said shyly. "I do but I don’t"

"Jared and I want you to come. Look, we have a fantasy. And you’re in it."

"I am?" she squeaked.

"Yeah. Well, the original fantasy was that I wanted to watch Jared fuck someone else. After what happened yesterday, we changed it. I want to watch Jared fuck you, while you eat my pussy."

"Oh, God, I just got wet," she moaned.

"Then let’s go," I said.

"Wait a minute. Let me think about this one for a minute. Look, the thought excites me, obviously—but Jared’s kind of big. That’s a little frightening. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never had anyone as big as Jared."

"He’s big, Allie, but he’s gentle. Don’t forget, he was my first. And it didn’t hurt."

"Yeah," she said.

"And he is really good at getting you all worked up."

She giggled. "OK. The thought of him in me and you on top of me really makes me wet, I have to admit."

"Let’s go." We walked into the orgy room. Allie, as required, took off her clothes once we got in. I was all set on that score. As was Jared, who was waiting for us.

The orgy room was one big huge room surrounded by smaller ones. Some action took place in the big room, but not much. Most of it was in the smaller rooms. You could have an open room or a closed room—there were doors. The whole setup was made for this kind of thing. The people who owned the house—Jimmy Smith’s parents, Jimmy was our ace running back—were into orgies. And they didn’t mind letting the kids have the house once a week. It wasn’t what you might think of as a wild party—drugs and booze were expressly forbidden. Nope, in the main party room, there was just food and cokes, good music, and good friends. And, in the back room, there was sex—and lots of it.

"Hey, look who actually came to the orgy!" I heard a voice yell out. It was, of course, Maggie. "Amanda Frazier, you’re a slut!"

"Damn right she is!" It was Jared.

Maggie came up to us. "So, Jared, if you’re girlfriend’s planning on playing the slut for the evening, does that mean I’m gonna get a crack at that big boy of yours?"

"Play your cards right and we’ll see," Jared said. "Right now, we have a previous engagement." And we lead an embarrassed-looking Allie to an empty room, and closed the door.

As in all the rooms, there was a bed, and a few couches and chairs. There was also condoms, sex toys, lube, all that stuff. We led Allie over to the bed.

"I want to do this, guys, but I’m nervous. About your size, Jared."

"I’ll be careful. I’ll also make sure you’re ready," he said.

"OK," she said nervously.

"First off, do we need those?" Jared asked her, pointing to the condoms.

"No," she smiled. "I’m protected."

Jared smiled, and then pushed her down onto the bed. He lied down next to her, looked up at me with a little grin, and went right for the boob.

I grinned back. I sat down on the bed on the other side of her, and watched him go to town—and watched her fully enjoy it. Which she did. And I knew it, I’d been on the receiving end of his tittie ministrations, so I knew he was good at it.

That’s when I lost my mind. I was sitting there, watching them, and I lost my mind.

I had never been interested in a girl, sexually or romantically. I’d never fooled around with other girls, at all. And, yeah, I knew Allie would be eating me out at some point in the festivities, but that was different. I wasn’t going to actually be doing anything myself—it was just another tongue on me, right? But I sat there, watching them, and watching her writhe underneath my boyfriend’s talented tongue. And I looked at her lips, and ….I don’t know. I went with it.

I leaned over, and I kissed her.

WOW. She opened her eyes in surprise, but then closed them again, and returned the kiss. And it was….unbelievable. I couldn’t believe how different it was than kissing Jared. Not better, not worse, just different. Her lips were soft, and warm, and open, and she was moaning in my mouth.

I could tell, somehow, that Jared had stopped nibbling on her boob, and had looked up. I couldn’t really see him, so I could only imagine the shock. But I didn’t stop and look, or say anything to him, because I didn’t want to stop kissing Allie. I just didn’t. Then I felt her tense up again, and heard the little sucking sounds, so I knew he was back at her boob. And, then, I felt his hand—running gently, lovingly, up and down my thigh and butt.

I can’t tell you how much I loved him at that moment.

I felt him moving, and I could tell he had left her boob and was kissing down her stomach. And he positioned himself between her legs and zeroed in on her with his tongue. I could tell when he hit paydirt, because she gasped and almost swallowed my tongue.

I moved a little so that I was lying next to her, stretched out. We kept kissing, and I moved my hand, and settled it on her boob. I’d touched myself, but this was different. Her nipples were rock-hard, and I felt them get harder under my hand. And then her hand was on my boob. And that was really different, too. It was gentle and fluttering and quite wonderful. I couldn’t believe it. And her other hand was stroking my hair. This was a full-blown make-out. I was actually making out with another girl—and we were feeling one another up—and, all the while, my boyfriend was eating her out.

Then, she broke the kiss. "Jared, now," she hissed. "I’m running like a river. I’m never going to get any readier than this." Then she looked up at me, her eyes shining. "You, I want on top of me."

I grinned back, and moved to straddle her. I put my knees around her head, and she put her hands on my hips, and gently pulled me down to her. I looked up—at Jared. I grinned at him. He smiled back, big and wide. I could tell he was OK—really OK—with what I had just done. He was also turned on beyond belief, big surprise. He was rubbing his dick up and down her pussy. I leaned forward a little, resting on my hands, so my head was just about above Allie’s bellybutton. Which gave me an unbelievable view. I watched as my boyfriend’s dick disappeared, inch by inch, into Allie’s pussy. It was fantastic. Allie must have thought so, too, because she was screaming. Into my pussy. And not in pain, either. She took him all without a problem. When he started thrusting in and out of her, she grabbed my hips and slammed my pussy into her face.

As a complete feeling of peace and building ecstasy started to build over me, I shifted a bit. I lowered my head so that it was resting gently on her stomach, near the bottom, right above her pussy. I swear I could feel, under my cheek, Jared’s dick moving in and out of her body. There we were—her tongue on my pussy, my head on her stomach, my boyfriend’s dick in her—and then I felt Jared’s hand gently stroking my forehead. It was unbelievable-- that’s when I came. Jared stroking my forehead, that’s what sent me over.

I was completely floating on air—and completely stunned. Meanwhile, Allie went, I could feel her stomach muscles clenching under my face. Jared was still going strong, Allie was still nibbling away at my pussy—as I hovered on the brink of another one—and I was just stunned.. My head was swimming at this point.

My head wasn’t the only thing swimming, because Allie’s wonderful tongue on my pussy was sending me to heaven again. Jared’s dick in her pussy was sending her the same place. We went damn near simultaneously.

It wasn’t long before we started to build again. I was just floating. Unfortunately, Jared had reached his limit. I didn’t blame him. He’d been going for some time. He screamed and poured himself into her. I swear I felt that, too.

As Jared slipped out of her, she kept up on my pussy, but it was weak. I had been close to another one, but so had she, and now she wasn’t getting any attention.

Did I? Yes, I did. I lowered my face into her pussy, and started working at it with my tongue. She jumped in surprise, and then started moaning and going to town again.

I couldn’t believe it—I was actually having a raucous 69 with another girl—and, don’t forget, I happened to be sucking my boyfriend’s cum out of her pussy—and I was on cloud nine. Then Jared clinched it. He had lay down next to us. Then I felt his hands. One slipped between our writhing bodies, and I felt his knuckles brush my stomach as he clenched Allie’s boob. And his other hand—he started running gently, softly, lovingly up and down my side.

That was it. That was the absolute ultimate. Here I was, doing things that I’d never even imagined doing, and every time my brain started screaming "what are you doing?!?!?" Jared had touched me. Stroking my forehead, my ass, now rubbing up against my side. Just little gentle touches. He hadn’t touched me in lust yet during this. No, they were little touches that said, "I love you. It’s OK."

I almost cried. I think a little part of me inside did cry. The rest of me came. It was glorious. Then I watched Allie go over herself—little bits of Jared’s cum squirted out with every pussy clench, now that was interesting—and we all collapsed in a heap.

I couldn’t speak. I had no idea what to say. I don’t think any of us could speak for a while. Then, Allie did.

"I’m flabbergasted."

Jared grinned and said, "Me, I’m thunderstruck."

I grinned at both of them and said, "OK, so can I be incoherent?"

That broke the ice. We all started laughing and cuddling—and talking. We talked about it. It was good.

At one point, Allie said, "When you ever kissed me, I thought I was going to die! I never expected that!" Then, a little more shyly, "That was the first time I ever kissed a girl."

"Me, too," I laughed. Then I looked at Jared. "What did you think about that?"

"Well, I was stunned," he said. "Then I was turned on."

"Of course you were, you’re a guy," Allie laughed.

"Thanks. But, in the end, I have to admit—I thought it was beautiful," Jared said. I beamed at him. I just glowed. How in hell did I get this lucky?

Then Allie spoke up, kind of hesitantly. "It’s weird—after all that just happened, I just realized. There’s one thing I didn’t do. It’s kind of strange and silly, and you might think it’s too much." We looked at her. Then, she practically whispered. "I haven’t kissed Jared."

Of course he did. And, no, I didn’t mind, and made sure they knew that. And, you know what? Watching my boyfriend kiss another girl—not any other girl, but one we had just shared a most incredible experience with—well, that was pretty beautiful, too.

I learned something that night, and it was the kiss that did it. Kissing is in a lot of ways more intimate than sex. And the fact that I could watch my boyfriend kiss Allie and feel nothing but love and affection and beauty taught me something. I have an immense capacity for sharing that I didn’t realize that I had. So, in fact, does Jared, and I think he had figured that out that night as well. I mean, there we were, the three of us--Allie was happy. Jared was happy. I was happy. Isn’t that all that counts?

I didn’t know if I’d ever do anything like this again. I didn’t know if I wanted to—though, if it were with Allie and Allie only, I might. I didn’t know if it mattered. What mattered was that I could and I did do it. And that we did it, and that we all enjoyed it, and that it didn’t affect how Jared and I felt about each other. Except, if anything, make the feelings stronger.

My reverie was broken by an announcement over the room’s loudspeaker. "Gangbang in room six."

" Gangbang?!?!?" Allie sputtered in amusement. I laughed, and explained. Some girls came to these orgies wanting to get gangbanged. So, they commandeered a room—usually one of the ones with a table instead of a bed, made for easier access—and made an announcement.

"You know too much. I thought you’d never been here before," Allie grinned in mock-accusation.

"I haven’t," I said. "But let’s not forget who my best friend is." Allie giggled at that—she knew it was Maggie. "And she, as you might have guessed, is a regular attendant. And I often get the postgame play-by-play."

"Wonder who’s getting gangbanged," Allie asked.

"Let’s go see," I said.

"You know what? You two go," she told us. "What we just shared was an incredible experience, in all ways, but I think right now I’m just feeling pure animalistic lust." We laughed at that. "So, I think I’m going to explore."

"You do that," Jared told her. We shared another hug together, and then headed out of the room. Allie headed off, and Jared and I headed towards room six, to find a girl spread-eagled on the table—one guy in her, one guy in her mouth, and a third being jacked off by her hand.

All right, I admit it. I saw that, and my pussy went "SQUISH!"

And then I saw who it was. "Hey, Jared, look—it’s Sheila Vittorine!" Yeah, his eyes lit up, and he laughed. But he just stood there. "Sweetie, go get in line," I told him.

"You sure?" he asked.

"We may never have a night like this again," I told him. "Why not go for it? I don’t mind." He smiled, squeezed my hand, and went to get in the ‘fuck’ line. I plopped down on the couch, right next to an obviously spent Eddie Bauer.

"Hey, big boy, wanna fuck?" I teased him.

He looked up, and saw me. "Amanda! Oh my God, Amanda Frazier came to an orgy. I’m gonna faint." I giggled. "And, sorry, honey," he continued, "I am all fucked out."

"I could tell that just by looking. I was just teasing."

"Yeah. I’ve been here for a while. Where’s Jared?" I pointed. His eyes boggled. "You’re letting Jared gangbang Sheila?"

"Why not? It is an orgy, is it not?" I said reasonably.

"Damn, I wish you had a sister," Eddie said, to my giggle. "When I was going out with Ellen Fredericks last year, I was forbidden to come to these—and she wouldn’t think of it."

"Ellen Fredericks is a prude." I said.

"Yeah, and, just last week, you had her beat all to hell in the prude department, don’t forget that," he joked.

"I suppose I deserved that one. No more, though. Maybe we need to get Ellen in The Program," I laughed.

"Might work at that," he said. "Look, Jared’s getting his turn at bat."

He was. He was wiping that big pecker of his on Sheila’s pussy, then he started pushing in. Sheila, who was practically in continuous orgasm mode by now, noticed. Big time.

‘OooonnnggggYIIIIIIIYEEEEE!!!! SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?!?" she howled. Then she looked up. "Jared? Oh SHIT YES!" She just kept it up as he inched his big one into her. Then I saw her looking around, and her eyes met mine, a question on her face. I just smiled—and winked. She gave me a big huge smile back, and then turned back to the matter at hand. "YES, JARED! FUCK ME!"

Sheila was on overload because of the gangbang anyhow, and she was obviously a screamer. I have to admit, it was amusing. Listening to her go on about how BIG it was and how GOOD it felt and oh god Jared FUCK ME and on and on. I had to stifle a giggle. Jesus, I hope I didn’t sound like that!

Jared did a nice fine job on her, then finished up. He got out, and someone else took his place. Sheila actually sounded slightly disappointed! Eddie had left, so Jared slouched next to me for a while. I watched the proceedings.

OK, I admit it, again. I watched the proceedings with increasing interest. Sheila looked like she was just cumming and cumming and cumming. And Jared caught it. After a bit, I noticed him watching me. I looked at him, and blushed.

"See something you like?"

"Sheila? No. Allie’s a special case—outside of her, I’m not into girls."

"That’s not what I meant."

"Well, OK, I admit it. It is intriguing."

"Intriguing. OK." The ratfink wiped a finger up my pussy. "Intriguing, yeah. It’s like Lake Erie down there, but you’re ‘intrigued’," he teased.

"Well, you know…" I waved at the scene in front of us helplessly.

"Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me up. We walked out of the room. He then led me around until we found an empty room.

Room 4 was a gangbang room, no question about it. It had a table, not a bed. Hell, it even had stirrups and hand restraints. Jared closed the door behind us.

"You want this, and you know it," he said to me.

"No, Jared, I’m fine."

"I saw you watching Sheila."

I took a deep breath. "I do want it. OK. Sheila looked like she couldn’t stop cumming. I admit it, it’s enticing. But I don’t think I should."

"Fuck ‘should’. Look what we’ve already done. Tonight, let’s put ‘should’ right out of the vocabulary. Tomorrow, we can start thinking about ‘should’. This is your wild oats, Amanda. Sow them. Trust me, if you get banged, I do want to watch, at least for a bit." I practically gasped at that. "But, after a while, I’m gonna go sow some oats of my own and leave you to it." I was a little surprised. "Guys can’t gang-bang, so I can’t do that, but I’ve got a few other ideas. I want to get it all out of the way."

I thought, and made a decision. And climbed onto the table.

"Do you want the stirrups and hand restraints?" he asked.

"The stirrups.." He lifted my legs up and attached the stirrups. OK, that’s when I got really into the idea. My legs were being spread apart and held up in the air, I was wet, and I was ready for anything.

The slut had taken over. For a while.

"Gangbang in room four" Jared announced over the PA, and then opened the doors.

As the guys started peeking in—some incredulous that it was me lying on the table—Jared sat down next to me. I turned to him and said, "can you help my ultimate fantasy come true?"

"If I can," he said.

"Hold my hand." Bless him, he did.

The first dick was in my pussy before I knew it. Then there was one in my mouth. Then in my right hand. My left hand was being held by Jared. The guy in my pussy must have just gotten here, because he didn’t last long. But then, right away, there was another one. When the second guy entered me, that’s when I first went over. Right in the middle, the guy in my mouth came right down my gullet. Then there was another one in my mouth. He grabbed my head and started fucking my face. The one in my pussy changed again.

By then, I was just cumming and cumming and cumming. It was like I had plugged myself into an electrical socket. They just kept coming in waves. And the guys kept coming. And cumming. Another load rushed down my throat. Another in my pussy. And then more. My entire world had shrunk down to whatever cock was in whatever hole at the time.

Well, not completely. There was my lifeline—my left hand, being snugly held in Jared’s right one. I felt that throughout the whole thing. Hell, I couldn’t feel my feet. I couldn’t feel anything other than cocks, plunging in and out of me, and the constant electrical explosions going off in my pussy. But I could feel Jared’s hand. And having him hold my hand while all this was going on was as incredible as I thought it would be. I managed to look at him at one point. He smiled at me.

I also noticed he was rock hard. After Allie and Sheila, he had been pretty well drained. Not anymore. It was throbbing and almost purple. He was turned on seeing me get gangbanged!

He should go get it taken care of. He didn’t have to sit here. Why should I have all the fun? I was going to tell him that—except I didn’t think I was coherent enough to form actual words at that point, and besides which my mouth was full. Luckily, someone else took him in hand—or pussy, actually. I heard some conversation, opened my eyes, and saw Lori Banazak standing there. Lori was a friend of Tina’s, a senior like Tina. Next thing I knew Lori was straddling Jared. I opened my eyes and she was bouncing up and down on his lap, his big pecker sliding in and out of her. Good for him—an older woman. And he was still holding my hand! I squeezed his hand. He squeezed back.

I don’t remember much after that. Cum, cum, cum. Over and over and over and over…..cocks and orgasms. An endless procession of cocks and orgasms. That’s pretty much what I was reduced to. And that’s pretty much all I remember.

Except I think I got my first assfuck at some point.

Now, this had never entered any of my dreams, ever. Watching the girl I loved take on an endless succession of guys. That I hadn’t counted on.

It turned me on.

That shocked me. I wanted her to do this for her. But I was turned on. And the way she clung to my hand for dear life as she came, over and over again, only made the turn-on worse.

And after all that had gone on already. Hey, I had fucked my first person that wasn’t Amanda—my first two, actually. And, yeah, she proved her point—because it didn’t diminish my love for her one iota. It was just different. I enjoyed fucking Sheila-— especially enjoyed her reactions—but I didn’t love her, not even close. And, while I admit, I had an enormous amount of affection for Allie, even that wasn’t the same as what I felt for Amanda. So, yeah, having that contention of hers proved right was a big help.

And, you know what? It was fun. What we and Allie had done was an enormous amount of fun. And, I wasn’t lying—watching Amanda and Allie kiss, and make out, and then make love—really was beautiful.

Now, what I was watching right now, I don’t think I’d call that beautiful—but it was a turn-on.

Suddenly, there was a girl in front of me. A very beautiful girl, stripper-like bustline, long blond hair. I knew her—Lori Banazak, one of Tina’s cronies.

"Hey, Jared—I can see that you’re getting turned on watching your girlfriend get banged, but why let her have all the fun?"

"Hi, Lori. Well, right now she is having all the fun. Why, is there something you propose to do about it?" I grinned. Jesus, I was actually coming on to one of Tina’s friends! A senior! I wouldn’t have had the guts to do that last week.

"Yeah, I think I can do something about it." She grabbed my dick. "I have been looking forward to sampling this since your sister described it to me." Next thing I know, she was in my lap—and sliding down my dick. Slowly. "Oh, Jesus, Jared, this fucker is HUGE! It’s splitting me apart! Oh FUCK!"

Then she got it all in, and started bouncing up and down on me. "Jesus, Jared, if I had known what you were packing, I’d have done this long ago." She kept it up. I had gone twice in a pretty short amount of time, so I was in no hurry. I had my free hand on her boobs.

"You know, you can do that with two hands," she giggled.

"Sorry, other one’s taken."

She looked down and saw, behind her, my hand intertwined with Amanda’s. "Oh, that’s sweet," she giggled. She leaned forward as she humped herself on me, and whispered in my ear, "You really do love her, don’t you?"

"I really do love her," I confirmed.

"It takes one hell of a real man, Jared, to let her do this and not be resentful or jealous, you know." I just grinned at her.

As I said, I wasn’t anywhere near pent up or anything, so Lori was able to go three times before I did—and her legs almost gave out before my dick did. She crawled off, and kissed me. "Thanks, Jared. That was one hell of a fuck."

"You’re welcome, and ditto," I smiled. And she was off.

I sat there for a while, watching the proceedings. Amanda was still clutching my hand, but I think by now it was a reflex. She was so far gone into Orgasm Land that I’m not sure she knew I was there.

Then I heard that unmistakable voice. "Now this is a sight I never thought I’d see. Nobody is going to believe this."

"Shit, Maggie, there’s enough witnesses," I laughed.

Maggie chuckled, and came over to me. She sat down next to me. "Aw, look, you’re holding her hand."

Just then, the guy approaching Amanda said, "Hey, Amanda. You ever been buttfucked?"

"No, but I wanna," she managed to giggle. "But I should save that for Jared."

" Jared? Your first assfuck?" another guy said. "You’re nuts! He’s split you in two!"

"He’s right, honey," I said to Amanda. She just giggled at me. She really was gone. I nodded, and she looked up at the guy between her legs and nodded. Then she went back to Orgasm Land.

I guess that’s the way to do it. The first time getting it back there is supposed to hurt, right? Well, I don’t think Amanda was capable of pain at that minute. I could’ve cut her hand off and she wouldn’t even notice. The guy lubed up, sure, but slipped right into her virgin ass without a problem. And she went wild. The other guy was probably right, I might never be able to do that with her. That was kind of a regret.

In fact, the guy pointed out another fact. "Shit, Jared, I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’d ever find a girl that could take that up her ass!" I grinned in agreement. He was probably right. Ah well.

Suddenly, Maggie looked at me like I was a chocolate bar. " I could."

"Huh?"

"I can take you up the ass," she said.

SPROING! Jeez, and I thought I was all done for a while.

"Come on," Maggie said, grabbing my hand.

"But--," I said, pointing at Amanda.

"She’ll be fine. We’ll come back and check on her later. Come on." She dragged me to another room.

"Amanda is my best friend," she told me. "I am a loyal and trustworthy person. The minute I saw that you and Amanda were going to hook up—and I saw that before either of the two of you did, by the way—I told myself, hands off. I’d never do that to her."

Then she got a sly little grin. "However, since you two have decided to play share-and-share-alike, I can admit how fucking bad I want that big boy of yours."

"When I knew this was going to happen, you were pretty much the one at the top of my list, too," I admitted.

"Good." We were sitting on the bed, not doing much of anything yet, just kind of leaning into one another. "Now, how many times have you cum today?" she asked.

"Three here. Two others today, but that was early this morning. Amanda jumped me in the shower. Then we went in the bedroom for round two," I grinned.

"Well, good. You should be nice and satiated. Which means you’ll last a good long time. Jared, I’m dropping the bluster. I’ve been assfucked before—but never by anything that big. I want to try to see if I can take it. I really don’t know if I can. But I know I can take it in the pussy, and I want it there, too." In the middle of that, she had reached for the lube. Now she started rubbing it up and down my dick. "All that activity, and you’re nice and hard," she grinned.

"Hey," I laughed, "I agreed with that guy in there. I figured anal sex might be pretty much out of my bounds. When you said you were willing to give it a shot, somebody woke up in a big hurry."

"Amanda will take it eventually. There’s tricks you can use. I’ll tell her about them." Having gotten me nice and lubed up, she got on her hands and knees on the bed. "OK, Jared, give it a shot. Nice and slow, OK?"

"Of course". I grabbed some of the lube, and decided to spread some on her asshole, figuring that might help. I gently thrust a lube-covered finger into her. "Ooooh, smart boy you are! Why didn’t I think of that?" she said. I worked my finger in and out while she purred. Then I withdrew it, and touched up the lube job on my dick.

Maggie’s hands came back to her ass cheeks, and she spread them apart. I placed the head of my dick at her hole, and started slowly pushing.

Oh my Jesus, it was tight. It seemed to take forever just to force the head past that clutching little passage, even with all the lube. Finally, I did, with a pop. Maggie went, "AAAYYYYYIIIIEEEEEEE!" I looked at her in concern. "OH GOD!" she yelled.

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"God YES," she moaned. "Just go real slow, ‘K?" I did. I started inching it in very slowly, bit by bit. Hey, if I went any faster I was afraid it was going to rip the skin right off my dick! Maggie moaned the whole way. Her hips were rocking back and forth, but very little, as if part of her wanted to just thrust back and impale herself on me, but the rest of her was holding back. I grabbed her hips to steady her as I slowly inched my way in.

And Maggie—the cool, collected sexpot, Anything-Goes Maggie, takes on all comers with a smile—well, Maggie was….. elsewhere. Her eyes were pinched shut. Her cheeks were blazing. Her mouth was in an O and she was breathing in percussive little gasps, punctuated by "Ohgodohgodohgod" at various intervals. Sweat had broken out all over her body. She was shuddering. I was worried, but she got out at one point, "moremoreGoddon’tstopPLEASEdon’tstopmoremore." So I gave her more. Every last millimeter. It seemed like it took all night, but I got it all in.

"Maggie."

"OHGODOHGOD."

Maggie. It’s all the way. You took it all."

"OHGOD."

"Earth to Maggie. Earth to Maggie," I chuckled.

She let out a breath, then visibly put herself back together. "Oh, God, I have never felt anything like this in my life. It hurts and feels fantastic all at once. It feels like you’re splitting me open with a damn meat cleaver in my ass and I love every minute of it." She gasped. "I mean, I just went---- out there, somewhere."

"I actually made Maggie Benson’s mind leave her body. Score one for me."

She giggled, then moaned. "Oh God. Jared, please, fuck me, OK? Slow, though, OK?"

I did. She was up on her hands and knees and I started moving in and out of her slowly. And she just lost it. Moaning, gasping, whinnying, strange little noises that I couldn’t identify coming out of her mouth. Even at this slow pace, this was almost too much for her. Then, after a bit of this, she said, "Oh God Jared…need…need to cum….can’t…oh God Jared help me…cum….Oh God…." I got the message. I reached around her thigh with my hand and sought out her pussy. She was drenched. I went right for the clit and started rubbing. She went almost immediately with an earth-rattling howl. And her ass muscles clenching almost ripped my dick in half!

She pitched forward on the bed, still gasping and heaving, and said, "No more….I can’t…." I got the message and slowly pulled out of her ass. My head popping out made her shudder again. She completely collapsed on the bed, and I wrapped my arms around her, as she shuddered and gasped and tried to come down. Then her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me. They were pleading. "Jared, fuck my pussy, please, God, please fuck my pussy, Oh God…" Well, like I’d refuse that. But I knew where my dick had just been, so I went over to the sink in the room and washed it off a bit. Then I went back to the bed. I rubbed the head of my dick up and down her pussy. She moaned, then her eyes flew open, and with a completely wild look she said, "Jared! Now! Ram it! RAM IT!"

I did. Shit, I think she moved a foot back on the bed—and she screamed. I was actually taken aback—even with all her "ram it" commands, I thought I had gotten carried away. When I started moving in and out of her, it was at a more deliberate pace. But she was having none of that. "HARDER! HARDER!" she screamed, grabbing my ass to egg me on. I ended up relentlessly slamming into her—and getting a constant barrage of screams and grunts and shouts of "MORE! HARDER!" for my trouble.

Jesus. I had taken Amanda’s virginity, and was very careful with her. There was that one time that we got a bit carried away, but she was on top and controlling it. Allie was nervous about my size so I was careful with her. Sheila had already been well-fucked by the time I got to her so I was careful with her. And Lori had been on the top and controlled it.

So, this was my first time for some wild, pelvis-slamming animalistic rutting. Probably one of the few—since not many girls could handle this with a guy of my size. And it was great. Maggie went absolutely nuts. Some of the noises she was making sounded like they were not of this world. Her eyes rolled back in her head. And I just completely lost control—I fucked her with complete utter abandon.

I thought I was pretty satiated. Not with this going on. I actually went before my muscles gave out. I lost count of Maggie’s.

After I sort of regained my senses, I looked at her. I had landed next to her on the bed so I looked at her. She was staring blankly into space, her hands clutching at one another.

"Maggie?"

She looked over to me and her eyes focused. And then she smiled. "Shit," she said, "I swear it came out the top of my head!"

"Are you OK?" I asked.

"I’m fine," she smiled. "I’m gonna be sore as all get-out tomorrow, but it was worth every fucking minute." She smiled. "I talked to Amanda at the game, you know. When she said you guys were coming here, I told her I wanted you. She said she knew. Then I told her what I was going to do—that I was going to egg you on until you fucked me full-force. She loved the idea—she knows you couldn’t do that to her without splitting her in two. So, this was her little gift—to both of us."

"She’s something else," I agreed.

Suddenly Maggie got very serious. "Jared. Take care of her, OK? Please. Look, I know why you guys are doing this tonight—why you both felt you needed to get it out of your system. I even agree with it, considering how repressed she’s been and how shy you were. But, Jared, after this? Take care of her." She sighed. "If this goes on too long, I’m afraid that it might sour things between you two. You’re a patient, loving, and generous guy, Jared—but you’re not a saint. Nobody is." Another sigh, this one deeper. "And then she’d end up with my lifestyle. Which she shouldn’t have to settle for." I looked at her in surprise. "Oh, don’t get me wrong, my lifestyle is fine for what it is. And I do like it, and I do enjoy sex, and I don’t like staying home on Saturday nights. But I’d trade it in a heartbeat, and become the most monogamous person you ever saw, if I had the chance to have something like Amanda has with you. Look, I know I haven’t met anything even remotely approaching Mr. Right—and that’s fine, and that’s why I can enjoy being the way I am, for now. But Amanda has met Mr. Right. It’s you, you both know it, and so do I. Don’t let her blow it, Jared. Please." And then she sniffled!

I looked at her in astonishment, and she went on. "I almost cried in class yesterday, you know—when she said that she’d never told me she loved me. I never have, either. And I do love that girlfriend of yours, Jared. She was right, you know—I’ve seen through her from the start. I’ve always known what beats at the heart of Amanda Frazier, but she had to discover it herself. When she hooked up with you, and stopped repressing herself, do you know how damn happy I was for her? Oh, man. I love that girl like a sister. I just want her to be happy. You make her happy, above all else, and I hope she knows that, and soon."

She sniffled again, then grinned at me, and then made an attempt to rustle up the Maggie Benson ‘tude. "Look at me—a good fuck and I get all weepy."

"You’re a good person, Maggie Benson," I told her, "and a good friend. You need to tell Amanda what you just told me. Especially the part about loving her like a sister."

"Maybe. Someday," she smiled wistfully. Then got her usual grin. "I think we’d better go make sure she hasn’t had her brains fucked out, eh?"

We left the room, and went to find Amanda. We entered the gangbang room. There were a couple of guys in there. We looked at Amanda, and she was gone. I mean, I thought Maggie’s mind had left her body during that assfuck—well, this was worse. She didn’t know where she was.

"She’s done, Jared."

"I agree."

We let the guy that was in her finish up, but kicked the rest that were waiting out of the room and locked it.

Amanda was a mess. She was covered with cum from her hair to halfway down her thighs. She was babbling incoherently. She was shaking. Her eyes were completely unfocused. There were red welts around her ankles from the stirrups. I went over to her. She looked, and realized it was me. "JARED!" she screamed. "oh God FUCK ME! I can’t stop I can’t stop I don’t wanna stop FUCK ME! Oh god…" and then it was just noises.

"You can’t," Maggie said. "She’s pretty swollen down there, she couldn’t take you right now."

"I know," I told Maggie, though Amanda was still begging. "Go wet me a washcloth, would you?" Maggie did, and handed it to me. "Take her legs out of the stirrups." Maggie did. They hit the table with a thunk.

I took the washcloth and cleaned up her pussy and the surrounding areas as best I could—including the bench below. Her pussy and ass were just leaking cum. Every time the washcloth hit her, she jumped and screamed and begged.

I climbed up between her legs. "Jared, what are you doing?" Maggie asked.

"I need to bring her down somehow," I said.

"Jared, do you know how many guys have cum in there tonight?"

"I washed off the worst of it. I need to help her." And I slowly, gently, made love to her with my mouth. It worked. Her frantic cries and motions became more settled, and the orgasm she had when I finished was gentle and cleansing. By the time I was done, she had actually fallen asleep.

Maggie grinned at me. "Well, you can’t say you’ve never eaten cum, Jared."

I made a face. "Not an experience I’d care to repeat."

" I like it," she grinned.

" You would," I retorted. "Anyway, it seemed to have worked. She’s resting now. If I have to endure a little too much creampie for my taste, so be it."

"You do take care of her," Maggie said.

"I try," I smiled.

Maggie and I watched over Amanda and chatted for a while after that, just about whatever. Getting to know each other. Hey, I was her best friend’s boyfriend, right? It would be nice if we were friends. Well, now, we were. Good ones.

After a while, Amanda stirred. "Jared?" she asked.

"Well, she’s returned to the land of the living," I told Maggie. "How are you?"

"Let’s see. Filthy, sticky, and sore. Oh, and exhausted."

"How was it?" I asked her.

"That’s a strange question. I loved it at first. I know I did. But my memory is spotty after the first while. God, though, I came so many times. I think I fried my brain."

"Can you stand?"

"I think so."

"We should get you home."

"Like that?" Maggie interjected. "I know her mother’s loosened up this week, but still."

"No, she’s staying at my place tonight." Amanda stood up, shakily, and leaned on me. "I’ll take care of her," I told Maggie.

"I know you will," she grinned.

We got out of there, and I got Amanda into my car. She half-slept on the way home. Luckily, nobody was up when we arrived, and I got her downstairs into the shower. I went in with her and washed off the remains of the night—she was in no condition to do so—and got her into bed.

She was asleep before we hit the bed—and I followed suit quickly.

--end of part 9—