I woke up Sunday morning, feeling very strange.

Then I remembered the events of the previous night.

I looked over at Jared. He was still sound asleep. But I’d been a coffee drinker since I was 14 and needed some, so I went up to the kitchen to see if I could find some.

Tina was there. "Hi," she said.

"Hi. Can I steal some coffee?"

"Sure. Maker’s over there. Tin of coffee’s next to it."

"Does your brother drink it?"

"Yeah. Two creams, two sugars. Is he up yet?"

"No, but I’ll bring him down some."

I went to the maker and started spooning in the coffee. Tina said, "So did you guys hit the orgy last night?"

"Yeah."

"How was it?"

"Interesting," I admitted.

"Interesting?" Tina grinned. "I don’t get any more details than that?"

"No, sorry, not now," I grinned back. Then I sobered. "A lot happened that Jared and I have to discuss."

"Uh-oh, that sounds ominous."

"I don’t think so, no. But I think Jared and I have to talk about how we live our lives, how we manage our relationship. I’ll tell him he can tell you everything if he wants," I grinned.

"Fair enough," she smiled back.

I poured the coffee, added the cream and sugar, and went back downstairs with our cups. Jared was still asleep. I sat next to him on the bed, sipping my coffee, looking at him. He really was beautiful, especially sleeping.

After a bit, he stirred. "I smell coffee," he muttered.

"That must be because I brought you a cup," I giggled.

"Hi," he smiled. He sat up, and kissed me. "You and coffee in the morning? How does one guy get so lucky?"

I smiled and offered him his cup. "I though we could talk."

"OK," he said a bit warily.

"Jared, I’m done. I don’t know if you are, but I am."

"Done with what?" he asked even more warily.

"Done with what happened last night. I told you I had discovered a wanton harlot living within me, right? Well, I let her come out last night. I let her take over. And she got what she wanted. And then she left, for good." I took a breath. "I don’t regret it. I’m glad I did it, once in my life. I don’t ever want to do it again." I smiled at him. "I love you. You and only you. I’ve blanked out on some of what happened, but I remember the end. I remember you licking me, to try to bring me down, even after I had had all those guys in there. I don’t know how you did it. You must have been completely grossed out. And, you know what? Through that whole gangbang—that is the orgasm I remember, with complete clarity. The one you gave me, with your tongue."

"Like I said, I’m glad I did it. I gave up every ounce of my vaunted control—I couldn’t possibly be in less control of myself than I was then—and found out I can survive the experience, and enjoy it, and come back from it. I think I needed to learn that. I think I needed to be able to say that I had a threesome, and made love with a woman, and got gangbanged. But I can say those things now. And I’m done."

"Well, let’s see," he said. "I had a threesome, and had an older woman." I giggled at that one. "I also watched my girlfriend get gangbanged—while she held my hand, even. And then I got to drive my dick through the top of Maggie Benson’s head."

I cracked up laughing. "She also took me up the ass," he continued. "Since Maggie’s one of the few people that would be able to do that—and she barely managed—I’m glad I did that. But, yeah, I’m done, too. Look, I don’t mind the odd fuck with a friend. Ed. Allie."

"Or in your case, Maggie," I added.

"Yeah. But, yeah, I’m done, too."

"Good." I got a little sheepish. "And you still love me."

"More than ever," he said.

We spent the rest of that Sunday together—and, for the first time since the beginning of The Program, neither of us had any sort of sex with anyone, including each other. I was completely sore—and he was, too. We went in the shower, and when I tried to wash his dick, he kept wincing!

We went to the mall, went out to eat, went back to his house and watched football. We made out a bit, but that was it. And you know what? It was fine. It was great. I’m glad I discovered my sexuality. I’m more glad I discovered Jared. Just spending the day with him, hanging out, was better than anything.

Some friends were at the mall. We hung out for a while with Maggie. Boy, was she walking funny! They told me what they did last night. I must admit to a pang of envy. No, not that they were together—I’m glad of that, if we were going to be experimenting, I’m glad they picked each other. That’s the one extracurricular activity I wanted Jared to have. Those two deserved one time with each other. No, I was envious she was able to take him like she did. That sounded like fun. Ah, well, I’m getting used to his size, aren’t I? Maybe I’ll try it. Though Maggie was walking really funny!

Then Maggie told me what they had talked about last night. And was very happy to see we had come to the same conclusion. Damn, I love that girl like a sister. And, yes, I finally told her that. And, yes, she finally told me that. We almost started bawling in the middle of the damn mall.

Then, as I said, we watched some football at Jared’s house. Jared said that watching it wasn’t as fun as watching high school football.

"But these are pros," his Dad said. "I mean, I like high school football, too, but this is a different level."

"Ah, screw that," Jared said. "Who cares about the game? I’m looking for the gorgeous red-headed naked cheerleader. I don't see any."

I had to laugh. His mother threw a pillow at him!

So, that’s the story of Jared and me going through The Program. Yes, we’re still together. We’re still crazy in love. We’ve restricted our extracurricular activities to the odd friendship fuck with a very small list of people—and that’s rare. We do have a great capacity for sharing, but we use it sparingly—because we prefer sharing with each other.

And, yes, we still enjoy nudity. We go to school nude quite a bit. We’ve made a few more nude appearances at The Mariner. And I’ll go over his house and we’ll spend all day long with no clothes on. Even when we’re out of bed! And, yes, I still spend the night at his house, a couple times a week. We try not to really abuse that privilege, but we’ve discovered that if we go too long without waking up in each other’s arms, we get antsy.

And, I don’t think my parents mind too much. (I know his don’t—they keep telling me I’m like their daughter. I love his parents!) Because it’s given them more time alone to repair their relationship. I thought they were talking it through. I guess they were doing other things besides talking—because one of my Christmas "presents" was that I found out that, in July, I’m going to have a whole new role in my life. I’m going to be a big sister! Yup, Mom’s pregnant. What a complete shock that was. But Mom and Dad are over the moon about it. And I’m happy, too. It’s pretty weird that my first sibling is going to be born right in the general vicinity of my 17^th birthday—but it’s cool, too.

The Program did continue, thank goodness. And many of our friends got picked. Actually, we didn’t have too many close friends get picked over the winter, but in the spring it seemed like one after the other—starting at the end of March with Mike Kirkland, a pal of mine whose best friend is Ed Bauer. And what a week Mike had!

But, that’s his story to tell.

--THE END—