Driving home, Amy was the happiest girl in the world. I, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. My mind kept on thinking of the consequences, of what I had done. If this got out, even partway, even the least bit, both Amy and I would be in deep, deep trouble. I shuddered.

Amy didn't seem to care a bit. She kept on switching her iPod between happy songs like "Wake me up before you Go Go," and "Hey Ya!" and shooting me sideways smiles and glances. My face, I hoped, showed none of the trouble that was raging inside my head.

At home, she was still smiling, but it dimmed a bit as she noticed my mood. "What's wrong, Jake? What happened?"

I shrugged. "I was just thinking we shouldn't do what we had done this afternoon. It was wrong, and I should have had more control." Amy pouted. "You mean make love? It felt really, really good. I liked it a lot. In fact..." she jumped towards me and tried to pull my pants down.

I pushed her back by her shoulders, maybe a bit too roughly. "NO, Amy. What we did this afternoon was wrong, and I don't plan on repeating it again."

She stuck out her bottom lip, and began to look downright mulish. I knew her when she was like this. Amy had never done this to me, but when she took on that expression, it usually meant she was going to dig her heels in and TRY, no matter what the cost, TRY, no matter how many times, and TRY, no matter what she had to do.

It was going to be a battle of wills, and I didn't like where it was going.

---

It was harsh for the next week. Amy tried to act like we were lovers. Whenever I sat next to her, reading a book while she did homework or played Farmville, she would try to steal kisses, and, more often than not, succeeded. She called me "lover" at the beginning, but soon stopped. She tried to make advances on me, through romantic dinners, settings, and simply being her. I can't say it failed.

I stonewalled as many demands as I could, but, being the defending side, I couldn't block everything. Amy grew more and more ingenious as I grew more and more cold. She even snuck in my bed once to give me a blowjob, and I woke up while cumming in her mouth. Her eyes had shown with victory and love. I began to lock my door, and sleep lightly, as much as I hated to do it. Thankfully, Amy never used her privilege of ordering me around; I would have lost so much earlier if she had.

Things finally came to a head and a halt in a heated argument.

"Why won't you love me, Jake?!" Amy was furious. She had tried, again, to get into my bed, this time, in the early morning. The lock at the door had been picked silently, and she was naked, on my bed, trying to pull off the sheets I wrapped so tightly around me.

I put a hand on her chest and gently pushed her, so that she sat on her heels. To my surprise, her eyes were wet with tears. Throughout the whole thing, she had never given one sign that what we were doing was anything more than a game. As I tried to find something to say, my eyes roamed over her body, and I found myself the closest to breaking than I had ever been. She was furiously wiping her eyes, and did not even try to cover herself. I saw her barely rounded breasts, the little pert nipples, the slender curve of her butt. Her bald pussy beckoned to me, asked me to lick it, to cup it in my palms, to make it soaking wet. I could smell her arousal and mine, mixing together in an irresistible perfume. I wanted her so bad right now, I wanted to take her right there, to love her, to have sex with her.

But by some superhuman force of will, I managed to resist. "Amy... I do love you. But sex just isn't the way to show it, not the kind of sex that you want."

She glared at me, her eyes leaking tears. "Oh really? Then what kind of sex do you want? I'll do ANYTHING!" She put special emphasis on the "anything" as she turned around and pointed her ass at me.

I moved her back around. "Amy...I think I've told you this before. For one thing, we're a bit far away from each other; if you really want something to develop between us, you should wait, give it time, let it grow. And if it's sex you want, well, you know I can't give you that. It's not that I don't love you in THAT way; you're the sexiest girl I've met. But... it's just not right. We just shouldn't. I loved what we did on the beach; I'll treasure the memory forever. But we can't have that kind of thing repeated. Okay?"

She nodded, slowly, sadly, and I could almost sense her formulating plans. "Fine. I won't... I'll stop trying to have random sex with you. But... can we come to an agreement?"

Amy was a negotiator, in many senses, and many arguments between her and other people have been solved by the words "can we come to an agreement?" I feverishly hoped this would be the same. "That depends." I answered carefully. "What are the terms?"

Amy thought for a few minutes. "Treat me like a lover. Kiss me, at least in private, hug me in public, let me sleep with you. Take showers with me. In return, I PROMISE I won't even try to make advances on you. No more midnight blowjobs...unless you want one." She winked at me, trying to seem frivolous.

I stroked my chin, thinking hard. This was quite a tricky agreement. If I agreed, I'd have to trust that my will was strong enough to resist the siren call of Amy. If I declined, we'd be picking up the shattered pieces of our relationship far into the foreseeable future.

"I agree. But I am to determine what qualifies as 'advances'. If I sense you are violating our contract, I have the right to deny you the privilege of whatever you were doing with me, at least temporarily. Agreed?"

Amy nodded and stuck out her hand. "Agreed."

I shook her outstretched hand, thankful that we had gotten through this alive and happy.

Amy smiled, also happy and relieved our stormy period had been weathered through and survived. She crawled across the bed, and tried to worm her way next to me. I loosened the bed covers, and she squirmed in, getting close enough to touch my naked body, but not so close or awkwardly placed to be considered sexual. She gave a sigh of happiness and relief as she pressed her back into my chest, her little bubble butt tantalizingly close to the tip of my erect cock.

I wrapped my arms around her body as she pressed closer, and we shared the moment silently. She turned around and gave me a kiss. It was a chaste kiss, on the lips, our tongues barely dancing, but it made me want her more, nonetheless. My cock raged for me to take her here, to shove it deep inside her, but my mind held strong. Amy noticed my internal battle, though, and grinned. "Y'know, Jake, I could really get used to this."

"Me too," I managed to say. "Me too."

---

I woke up in the same position, more or less. I had pressed myself closer to her in the night, almost crushing her to my body, one of my legs thrown over both of hers. My cock nestled happily between her buttocks, and I had to gingerly extract myself from her. In the process, Amy woke up. She probably noticed my cock sliding down and away from her butt, but didn't mention it.

She sat up and stretched, pushing her chest forward, mouth opening wide in a yawn. "So, how'd you like last night?" I tried to joke. "Hmm? Oh, it was good. Yeah, it was really good. I liked it a lot." She smiled sleepily at me.

I nodded. "I liked it too." And I did. I truly did. Maybe this could work out. Maybe we could be like this, lovers without sex, until it finally blew over. I would get my Amy, and she would get her Jake. So what if there wasn't sex? We would have each other, and that would be enough.

"So, what do you want for breakfast?" I asked as I pulled on my pants and shirt.

"I dunno. How about an omelet?"

"Sure. What do you want in it? Peppers? Onions? Ham?"

"Mmm... Ham and onions. Don't add too much salt!" she warned me as I left the room.

She timed her arrival in the kitchen perfectly, skipping in as I slid the omelet from the pan to a plate. I put it where she usually sat, facing the television. As she sat down and ate, occasionally taking drinks from the orange juice I poured for her, I tried to inconspicuously examine her, while eating my oatmeal.

Amy had worn a blue t-shirt and short jeans today, as it was expected to be warm. Her hair hung over her face as she leaned over the food, and she rarely took the time to brush it away, unless it actually got in her food. I noted the way she shoveled more food in her mouth before she finished chewing and swallowing.

I acted absorbed in my food when she lifted her head to look at me. In fact, I acted so absorbed, I didn't notice her push closer to me. "Here, Jake." As I looked up, she offered a piece of her omelet, speared on her fork, to me.

I pushed her wrist away. "No, it's fine. I made it for you, after all."

She pouted. "I want to feed it to you. It's what lovers do! So c'mon, open up! My arm's getting tired."

Rolling my eyes, I ate the proffered food. She smiled and went back to the rest of it. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Amy said through a mouthful of food.

After we had finished, Amy insisted she help me with the dishes. "After all, it's what a good wife is supposed to do!" I managed to convince her to leave it to me after she accidentally dropped the pan on the floor, hard. I forlornly stared at her back and cute butt as she skipped out of the kitchen.

She was back quite soon, though, with her pink laptop under her arm. She set it up on the table, and grinned at me as she turned on the T.V. "Well, we have to keep each other company!"

So I just stood there, washing dishes, soaking up Amy's presence, while she switched between flipping through the channels and typing things out on the computer.

I finished just as the phone rang. Amy looked up from the computer. "You or me?"

"I got it." I wiped my hands on a towel and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Is this Amy's house?" The voice was familiar, but I couldn't exactly place it...

"Yes. May I ask who is speaking?"

"Oh, it's you, Jake. This is Tracy. Can I talk to Amy?" Interesting. I remembered Tracy, the saucy redhead from the pool party. Her tone was a lot more humble than I last remembered...

I passed the phone to Amy. "It's Tracy," I explained as she put it to her ear.

"Hi Tracy! What's up?"

"..."

"I know, you told me. That sucks..."

"..."

"Really? But your parent's said you couldn't, right?"

"..."

"Oh you bad girl! But okay, I'll check with Jake. If he let's me go, then I will. But if he doesn't..." Amy shrugged, as if Tracy could see her. "Okay, bye!" She pressed the off button.

"So? What's up?" I ended in a falsetto, imitating Amy.

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Can you drive me to Tracy's house? I have the address, and we can use the car's GPS."

I looked at her quizzically. "Isn't Tracy grounded?"

"Well, yeah, but she doesn't have anything, not even INTERNET, and she has nothing to do. Plus, her parents are on vacation, and her caretaker only comes at night, to make dinner and check if everything's all right. Please, Jake, please?"

I sighed. "Okay, I can get you there. BUT, if we get caught, doing ANYTHING, I had no idea Tracy was grounded, and you convinced me to go, understood?"

"Sure, fine. Jeez, Jake, you're no fun sometimes." She gave me a saucy wink.

Amy packed up her pink backpack, mainly just focusing on bringing her iPhone and laptop. "Well, we have to bring Tracy SOMETHING fun to do!"

It took us around twenty minutes to get there. Tracy lived in an apartment complex in a gated community. I say apartment, but her place was the size of a one-floor house. The sprawling family room had a marble floor, and the furniture was all nice and expensive-looking. The electric fireplace had photos of Tracy and her family in various places around the world. Tracy in real life did not resemble the smiling redhead in the photos. She came to the door looking obviously defeated, her eyes downcast. They lit up a bit at seeing Amy, though.

"Amy!"

"Tracy!" The two girls engaged in the common girl greeting: the hug. Tracy was going boyish again today, her hacked short hair covered by a reverse baseball hat. She wore a sleeveless shirt that emphasized her slim and delicate looking arms, and she wore shorts pulled halfway down to the ankles in the way most boys wore their pants these days.

Tracy led us to her room. In contrast to the rest of the house, which was sleek, elegant, and utilitarian, while also being decoratively sensible, Tracy's room was a mess.

Her walls were not the eggshell white of the rest of the house. That's what made the first impression. As soon as you walked in, the airy atmosphere of the hallway disappeared, to be replaced by a claustrophobically dark blue color. Posters appeared slammed haphazardly on the walls, posters of bands (no Justin Bieber or Big Time Rush, I noticed) and movies (no Twilight either). Her bed sheets were tangled up and messy, and her pillow looked sorry it had ever been made. The clothing in her dresser was unfolded, and the drawers were open at various intervals, allowing me a glance at her clothing. She had boxers as well as panties... A computer sat on her desk, which appeared to be the only partly clean place in the room.

However, I noticed that the cord that connected the computer to the Internet was conspicuously missing. Books were stacked haphazardly in random open spaces and in her closet, sometimes half covered by dirty clothing.

I resisted the urge to clean up anything as Tracy flopped on her bed. Amy joined her, sitting down and opening the laptop cover. "So, Tracy, what's up?"

I sat down on an open space in the mess, and selected a book from one of the stacks. "Jurassic Park" by Michael Crichton. I nodded in approval, cracked the book open, and pretended to read, while listening into Tracy and Amy's conversation.

"So, what do you want to do?" I heard the laptop being transferred.

"I don't know. I just got bored, and needed some company...you don't know HOW boring it gets when all you can do is read and do homework. I've already finished Mrs. Barker's project!"

"Lucky. I still have to get started..."

"Ugh, that's beside the point. My mom took EVERYTHING, even the magazines I had. You should have seen her face when she found what was on my computer. She was going to explode!"

"You should have hidden it better..."

"Doesn't work when you're step-dad's a tech expert."

"Sucks for you. What were your parents more angry about, the porn or you coming out?"

"Probably both. I think I should have gotten some normal porn or something, just to make it look like I was bi. They'd have been more okay with that..."

"Wait, didn't you used to be straight, or something? I remember in elementary, you and that guy...I think his name was William or something...were the first couple. We all wanted boyfriends after that."

Some laughter. "Yeah, I remember. But that was before...something happened." A tinge of seriousness and sorrow entered Tracy's voice. I could sense Amy's skepticism. "Wait. You changed sexualities? Can you do that? Is it scientifically possible? Jake, I know you're listening. What do you think?"

I stood up, stretching my legs. Tracy pushed herself up, the laptop with her, while Amy sat at her side, also staring at it. "Hmm...that's an interesting question. I don't think you can actually change sexualities, but a large amount of stress could probably lead to delusions that you were something you weren't."

"I'm not deluded!" Tracy snapped at me, noticeably less polite.

"He never said you were." Amy said soothingly, glaring at me. "But he did imply you actually might be bi, or straight. Can you tell us what happened?"

Tracy looked around fearfully. "Umm...can I not?"

I spoke again. "It would probably help. Telling of a scary or traumatic moment allows for it to be analyzed, and might make it easier for you to deal with it."

Amy nodded in agreement. "You don't have to tell us, Tracy, but it would help."

Tracy thought about it. She looked absolutely terrified. "O...okay. But you can't tell ANYONE else, NO ONE at all! I've never told anyone else about this, not even implied it. I don't even know why I mentioned it to you guys!" she wailed. I could sense, oddly, that she seemed to really want to tell, though. In fact, she seemed almost desperate to share the experience with someone.

Both Amy and I promised, and the storytelling began. Despite her scared state of mind, and her odd confusion about her sexuality, Tracy was a gifted storyteller and orator. I could visualize the story clearly in my mind...

It had been "before". Before they had become rich. It was before Tracy had moved to this apartment, and they had actually been living in a bad part of town. Her mom had been married to her other dad (who was now in jail), and it had been a bad time for them two. Her dad had been blatantly abusive and usually drunk.

One night, he was drunker than most. Tracy was in bed, but woke up to the slamming door and bottle shattering in the trash. She shivered under her covers, praying he wouldn't go to her room. "Honey!" he called. "HONEY! Your big teddy bear needs his honey!" Apparently, he was too drunk to realize Tracy's mother worked three alternating jobs (waitress on weekends, laundrywoman and seamstress during the day and night) to support his drunken stupors and Tracy's schooling. However, he wasn't too drunk to realize he wasn't going to get what he wanted, at least not from his wife.

I felt hatred and pity growing as Tracy began to cry. Hatred, hatred for the beast that had done this to her, and pity for her predicament. Her voice remained steady and beautiful, though, as she crafted the rest of the story for us.

Her father had stumbled through the house, his path marked by crashing and cursing as he stumbled into things. He had roared angrily when he had found the bed empty. Then, he had grown quiet, almost predatory, as he walked to Tracy's room, just across the hall. Tracy had covered her head, and was almost sobbing with fear, praying that her dad would ignore her, or had just come to say good night. Fat chance.

You can imagine what happened next. He had slammed the door open, and gone to her. The fiend had ripped her covers off, and literally torn her light bedgown from her body. He grabbed her by the hair, and whispered things that never should have been whispered to a girl her age in her ear. She had been thrown on the bed, and violently debased. Tracy's own words were that she felt she had been, "ripped apart, torn to pieces. I tried to fight back, scratching at his chest, crying, weeping as I did so."

Of course, that did no good. Her father, larger and stronger than her, had only laughed and held her down as he thrust in and out of her. When he had finished, Tracy lay on the bed, beaten, abused, praying she would go to heaven when she died in a few minutes. Her father's cum was splattered all over her body, and a mixture of it and her blood trickled out of her battered pussy. The pain was almost unbearable. The only thing going through her mind was her father's words. "Don't you ever tell ANYONE about this!"

We were brought back to the present. Tracy furiously swiped at her eyes as she ended her story. "So, after that, I told myself I'd NEVER, EVER like boys again. Why should I, when all they want is that?"

Amy hugged her close, surprising both of us. "I'm sorry, Tracy... I never knew."

Tracy smiled through her tears. "It's...it's fine. I feel better, a bit, now that I've told it."

I broke their touching moment. "Hmm...it seems, Tracy, you might actually be bisexual. You said you don't like men. Why, exactly?"

Tracy stared at me. She opened her mouth once, as if to say something, then shut it again, looking thoughtful. "Hmm...I guess...it's not that I don't LIKE men. There's a few boys I'm friends with at school. It's just...their...thingies. I'm afraid of it. Every time I imagine a nude guy, I get wet, but I also get afraid...I get really, really afraid...I remember that night, and me getting hurt." I saw her tremble a bit.

Amy nodded. "Jake?"

"Yes?"

"Take off your clothes."

I raised an eyebrow. "And why? Would this fall under the sexual advances I am allowed to deny?"

Ignoring Tracy's confusion, Amy answered. "Do you trust me, Jake?"

"To an extent."

Amy sighed. "Well, I hope you can trust me when I say that I'm not asking you to strip for me. Not exactly. How about this, I don't want to have sex with you right now. Wait no, that's not true. Umm..." I watched as she grew more flustered, especially with Tracy looking at her and me with increasing bewilderment.

I could not help but chuckle a bit before I helped her. "How about we say that you won't have sex with me as long as I am naked in Tracy's room?"

Amy nodded so hard I thought she might turn into a bobble-head. "That sounds good. But can you do it?"

Now that I was confronted with the choice, I found out I couldn't. It was odd; both these girls had seen me naked already, and yet I felt an almost crushing mortification come over me when I tried to take off my shirt or pants. Gritting my mental teeth, I pulled off one piece of clothing after another, until I stood naked, my cock flaccid in front of me.

Tracy gave a little shriek, pointed at my cock, then attempted to hide under her messy covers. She must have truly been traumatized. Amy stared at me in obvious hunger, before meeting my eyes and looking away embarrassedly. She turned to the Tracy, now staring fearfully at, not me, but my cock. "Tracy...you okay?"

Tracy only shook her head and squeaked. Amy moved herself so that she was over Tracy, covering the redhead's view of me. Tracy started breathing slower, and pushed the covers down a little bit.

"Are you okay, Tracy?"

She nodded. "I'm...fine. I just...it's just...it looks like the one...you know."

Amy looked thoughtful. "Tracy...can you strip, too? I'll do it as well." Amy hopped off the bed, and proceeded to remove her clothing. I turned away, both for modesty, and in order to focus my mental strength for the inevitable assault.

"Oh come off it, Jake." I could hear the laugh in Amy's voice. "You've seen me naked too many times already."

I heard Tracy's nervous giggle, heard clothes hit the floor. "You can turn around now," came Amy's exasperated voice. "We're both naked."

I was about to, when I heard Tracy. "No! Don't! Please, don't let him, Amy! I don't want to..."

Amy sighed. "C'mon Tracy, it's just a thingy, just another part of the body, just like ours, okay? You should be good SEEING it, right?"

"It's not just the thingy, Amy...it's the way it...the way he might use it. What he might...do to me."

"Tracy, this is Jake, not your scary dad! You know Jake well enough, don't you?"

"I...I guess. Okay, Jake, turn around."

Tracy gasped as she saw my erection. I tried to stare at her instead of Amy. Tracy's body was slim and almost boyish, except for the small crack between her legs. She hugged herself, trying to cover her nonexistent breasts, and her short hair still managed to fall forward enough to cover some of her face.

"Okay...I think...Jake, lick Tracy." Amy commanded. Despite her scientific tone, I could not help but note the glances she kept on shooting at my cock. This was going to be awkward.

I leaned down, and moved toward Tracy. She really shrieked this time, pushing herself back and tripping to get away from me. "No, no, no!" I stopped moving.

Amy raised an eyebrow, but Tracy really did seem hysterical to me. Her earlier experience must have truly traumatized her. Amy met my eyes for a second, and nodded. Sometimes we were almost able to read each other's minds. This was not one of those times.

"Hey...Tracy." Amy's sultry voice drew Tracy's attentions away from me. She still looked afraid, but, as soon as Tracy saw Amy's catlike approach, her features resolved themselves into something like lust...

Amy lunged forward, and the two girls met in a passionate, tongue twisting kiss. Their naked bodies writhed together in lust, but I saw that Amy maneuvered so that Tracy's treasure was always open. So that was her plan.

I moved forward, trying to be quieter this time. Tracy still noticed me, and broke the kiss to stare at me anxiously. "No, no Tracy." Amy said, smiling, turning Tracy's head toward her.

"I'm the one that's going to lick you."

Had she used that on me, I would have been totally under her spell. As it was, I desperately wanted to suck Amy, to lave on her little clitty instead of Tracy's. Maybe my will wasn't as strong as I thought.

Still, it was Tracy's pale pussy I went to first. Noting her frightened glances downward, I resolved to be as gentle as possible. I kissed her, first, gently planted kisses all over her bald pussy. I felt her squirm slightly, but not in fear.

Time for a bit more. My tongue came out, and I moistened her crack, licking up and down. Tracy's smell and taste were so much different than Amy's, and yet I could still smell Amy's musk behind me, taunting me, drawing me in... I focused harder on Tracy, licking a bit more vigorously then I should have. Still, Tracy gave no protest as she began to moan.

Amy's hand hit my head as it went down to masturbate. I dutifully ignored the delicious squelching sounds that came from behind me as I added more spit to Tracy's already soaked pussy. I could taste her juices now; it wasn't just me anymore. I peeled open her pussy lips, and was glad to see that she was still tight. Her father had not caused any permanent damage. I let my tongue go in, worming it's way into her tasty little love canal.

Tracy audibly gasped as I began to move my tongue in and out of her rapidly. She broke the kiss with Amy, and I could only imagine she was looking down at me. Amy didn't stop holding her, though, as if ensuring that Tracy wouldn't bolt. I felt Amy's hand behind me move faster. "It feels...good." Tracy said wondrously, as if unsure of herself.

"Of course it feels good, Tracy. This is how it's supposed to be done." Amy's voice cut through my defenses, and I had to focus my mind again. "You can grab his hair, you know. Move him to where you want him."

Tracy's small hands hesitantly grasped my head and hair. Then, in one violent jerk, she smothered me in her delicious pussy, covered me in her scent. She breathed hard as I returned her violence with my tongue, giving up all restraint while having my tongue thrash in and out of her. I even managed to get her clit, earning a small squeal. Finally, she came, legs shaking.

Tracy's hips began to move back and forth. Her breathing grew harder, faster. She pushed me closer, tried to get me as deep in her as possible. I was the deepest I had been inside her, my tongue fully extended in her delicious little body, my mouth fully pressed against her pussy, when she came. The inside of her pussy pulsed as she cried out loud, squirting her girl juice in my mouth. Even after she came, she held me there, smearing me all over her pussy, breathing intensely, red hair falling over her face.

Amy pulled me away. "Okay, Tracy, I think that's enough."

I stood up, a bit worse for wear, my face covered in slick girl cum. Tracy flinched a bit from my cock, but not as violently as she had before. Amy smiled at her. "Now it's time for you to do the same for him."

Tracy acted even more afraid. "W-w-what? You mean I have to...lick him? I...I can't..."

"Why not?" Amy asked, ever the patient teacher.

Tracy appeared to be trying to think up an excuse, but all she did was open and close her mouth. I came to her rescue. "She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to." I offered.

Amy glared at me. "No, if she's going to overcome her fear of cocks, she needs to do everything she can do with them..." My cock pulsed even harder as I thought of what "everything" might include, except, in my imagination, Amy replaced Tracy...

Tracy shook her head. "I... I really can't. I just...can't. I'm too afraid!" she wailed.

Amy and I shared a look, which, again, I was somehow left out of. She gestured at the bed. "Well, Jake? Get on the bed!"

Surprised, I could do only that. I lay on the bed, taking up the whole thing, my cock straight and rock hard as it had ever been. Tracy stared at it apprehensively, while Amy clambered on the bed with me.

She got above me, as if to mount me. I stopped her, pressing my hands up against her cute little butt. "Whoah, Amy, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't make sexual advances."

Amy looked at me exasperatedly. "It's not for me. I promise I'm not going to make you penetrate me, okay?"

I reluctantly let her go down more, telling myself if she "accidentally" had me enter her, I would push her off before we did anything serious. In reality, if I had sex with her right now, I probably wouldn't be able to stop until I had cum in her again and again and again...

But luckily, that didn't happen. Amy sat on my lower stomach, and wiggled forward so her pussy pushed against my pubic hair. I could only imagine the frontal view...it must have looked like Amy had a cock instead of a pussy. And suddenly, her plan fell into place. It was extremely childish, stupid, and probably not going to work. In other words, it was perfect for the kind of stunt we were trying to pull.

Amy beckoned for Tracy to move to the lower half of the bed, which she did. "Look, Tracy! It's my cock now...don't you want to suck it?" Amy's voice turned sexual, and I felt my (okay, OUR) cock pulse. Even though I couldn't see her face or chest, I could see Amy's smooth back, her waves of russet hair, her perfectly shaped butt squashed against my hips, her delectable skin... I wanted to sit up and kiss her, and take her innocence, and do everything and anything I could think of... It was only with tremendous force of will I managed to push my urges back down again.

"Are...are you sure, Amy? Can I...suck it?" By god, Amy's plan was working.

"C'mon Tracy...you know you want it...you know you want me..." I wasn't sure if it was just Tracy she was talking to now. Some crazed portion of my mind raved and ranted. Yes, suck it, Tracy, suck it NOW! Make me forget about Amy, make me forget about the forbidden fruit rubbing the base of my cock!

I felt Tracy's tongue move up and down the shaft. She was hesitant, slow, but not any less amazing. I could barely resist asking her to go faster, to take it, to take it ALL in her mouth...

"Use your lips and mouth." Amy suggested.

"Eww...are you sure, Amy? It tastes okay, but...my whole mouth...I'd have cock breath!" A nervous giggle.

Amy's silken hair bounced up and down as she nodded. "It's feels really good if you suck it. I'd suck it if I could, but...help satisfy me, Tracy. Please, for me?" Amy's emotional defenses had been thin, it seemed, just as thin as mine...

Tracy wasn't the best. She accidentally used her teeth at first, and I had to grunt for Amy to notice. Her technique was clumsy, but her emotion was not. She went from hesitant to lustful quite quickly. Still, as good, as stimulating as Tracy's hot, warm mouth was, I could only focus on Amy's little butt, on her butthole. I longed to open her, to enter her, to push anything, even if it was just a few fingers, into her. I wanted so badly to slap or pinch her adorable little ass...

My cock was covered in slobber and getting enthusiastic attention from Tracy's hand and mouth when Amy stopped her. "Okay, Tracy. You're wet enough, and so is the cock. I think we can do...sex now."

Tracy's attention immediately stopped, leaving me almost raging for more. Oh god, I was so lustful right now... "Are...are you sure, Amy? Maybe I should just suck it for now, and we can do sex later, okay? I don't...I'm too afraid."

I could almost feel Amy's intense, commanding gaze. "No, Tracy, we need to do it now. I don't know if Jake'll drive me over again, not after this. And remember, Tracy, it's not a guy's cock...it's MINE." I felt Amy (I somehow knew it was Amy...) pump my cock a few times, as if to prove it was hers. Just the fact that it was Amy's hand drove me to the edge of cumming...

Tracy still sounded unsure. "I don't know... it's big... maybe too big. I think we've down enough about my...uhh...cock-phobia for today. I'm not afraid anymore. Seriously!"

"It's not THAT big, Tracy." Amy pointed out, her patience wearing thin. "It's not as big as when he made love to me, or Stephanie." My mind brought up the relevant scenes, and, again, I had to fight myself to not have sex with Amy right there.

Amy didn't make it any easier. She laid back, on my body, her pussy still pushing against my erection. Her fragrant hair spread across my face and chest, and it was only with reluctance I brushed it aside. I could see her lithe body, her back slightly arched, her breasts pushed forward. I wanted to kiss her, to lick and bite her nipples, to lick my way down her chest, to suck her little clit, and then, I would...

I could feel my will weakening, and I only hoped it didn't show on my face. I tried to see past Amy's vibrant body, tried to focus on Tracy instead. Tracy was somewhat cowering at the edge of the bed, staring at the cock and my face in apprehension. "I can't do it, I really can't!" she wailed, covering her face.

Amy turned her head back to look at me. "Cover your face," she whispered. I nodded, and spread her hair across my face, obscuring my view, and, hopefully, Tracy's view of me. I was in heaven... Amy's smell, her flowery hair, her smooth body, her deft little hands...I could feel them all around me, threatening to break my barriers, but I didn't care anymore. I just lay there, limply, enjoying Amy, Amy everywhere...

Dimly, I heard Amy's beautiful voice, and Tracy's voice responding. As if through a veil, I felt something rub the tip of my cock, something wet and small and impossibly tight...

I snapped out of my trance, and tried to push Amy's hair aside so I could see what was happening. Through the brown strands, I saw Tracy, her green eyes facing downward, mounting my cock. She was extremely cautious, and only the tip had gone in. Amy was egging her on, whispering some EXCEPTIONALLY sexual things, that I recalled I may have said to her when we had...

Tracy reached the base of "Amy's" cock. It didn't seem to hurt her too much, and, indeed, she seemed quite happy. "Look, Amy, I did it! And it feels good, too! It hurts, but it feels good." Tracy began to move up and down slowly.

"Okay then, I'm going to get off now." Without waiting for a response, Amy slid off me, and onto the ground. Tracy's next downward movement was met with an upward thrust. I saw her change faces, from lust and happiness to fear to surprise and lust. She stared into my eyes, and I saw none of the almost hysteric fear I had seen when she first saw my cock

"I'm fucking...a man! I am, I did it! I'm not lesbian!" Tracy turned to Amy.

Amy's face was red, and she was panting as if she was the one making love with me. I could see that her fingers were soaking wet, as was her pussy. She gave Tracy a weak smile. "That's great, Tracy. Now make him feel good...for me."

We began to move. I tried not to stare at Amy's nude, appealing body, her little crack, now wide open and wet, her tiny nipples, the smooth curve of her stomach...

"Hey! Look at me, not her!" Tracy's hands turned me to face her. I reluctantly tried to concentrate on the sexy little redhead bouncing up and down on me, but my mind always strayed back to Amy, to the beach...

I thrust up as Tracy wiggled her butt. For her sake, I tried not to go too fast, or too deep, letting her have much of the control. Her pussy was extremely tight, and I could tell each time I went deeper, it hurt her. But the lust trumped the pain, and she moaned and groaned and told me to keep on going deeper and deeper. Each time I bottomed out, she would squeal and gyrate harder...

I could not hold for long. Even through Tracy's aroused scent, I could still smell Amy's light, flowery hair, and, in my mind, it was her I held, not Tracy...

My cock exploded into Tracy. She felt it, and spurted not long after, gasping as she ran her sharp nails down my chest. My cock just didn't want to stop, and I kept going even after Tracy's pussy began to leak, shooting squirt after squirt of sticky white cum into her immature body...

My back finally slammed back down on the bed. I had shot out a lot of cum, and some leaked onto my body and the bed. Tracy held the rest in her, smiling at me as she dismounted. She stood on the carpet, and staggered a bit before sitting down hard, her legs spread open. I lay panting on the bed while Amy voraciously drank cum from Tracy's pussy. Tracy tasted some too, using her fingers and spat it out. "I don't know why you like this stuff so much, Amy."

She looked up from her frantic swallowing to answer Tracy's question. "It's because it's Jake." Then, as if she wanted to take back her statement, she looked to me anxiously. I pretended not to hear.

After sex, of course, comes the cleanup. I didn't let Amy eat the cum straight off my body, as I feared that would trigger a...relapse. My exact words were that it "would be considered a sexual advance". So we wiped the cum off with a few tissues, and threw it in the trash. I noted and loved Amy's hungry look as she stared at the tissues.

Amy and Tracy took a shower first, together. They came out giggling, smiling, and fully dressed. I rinsed myself off quickly, to get rid of the sex smells and the rest of the cum, and put on my clothes. I went back to Tracy's room and sat on the floor, reading some of Tracy's more advanced books, as Tracy and Amy talked. My name came up a couple of times, but I ignored it.

It was 1:30 when we finally left. Tracy and Amy shared tearful goodbyes, and Tracy gave me a very suggestive goodbye kiss and wink. I could see Amy trying to smother her jealousy as we walked out of the apartment.

The drive back was uneventful. We skirted the big issue of the sex, and instead talked about lunch. She wanted fast food, and I didn't really want to cook, so we got some Panda Express; orange chicken for me, broccoli beef for her.

Lunch was eaten in relative silence. She watched an almost muted television show, while I pretended to be engrossed in a copy of "Grapes of Wrath" which I had read thousands of times.

Finally, we broke the glass wall. I heard the T.V shut off, heard her chair scrape against the floor. Her arms wrapped around my body as she hugged me close, pressing her face into me.

"About this afternoon..." she began. "I'm not angry, if that's what you're asking." I tried to sound formal and composed, but inside, I was anything but.

"No... I could tell you were not angry...but I felt...when I saw Tracy on you, I wanted it to so badly be me. I felt so jealous. I wanted you...I wanted to push her off and take her place...I scared myself afterwards, eating your semen like that. Can you forgive me?" Her angelic face peeped up at me.

I stroked her hair slowly as I chose my words. "Amy...I felt the same, you know. I was almost desperate to get at you, and I barely managed to keep my lust down and my mind sane. Today was pretty serious for both of us. If this keeps on happening...there's no telling what could happen."

Amy looked at me angrily. "Why can't you just give in, Jake? I want it, and you want it, and that's all there should be to it! Why can't we just be lovers? Does the age difference matter that much?"

I sighed sadly. "Unfortunately, it does. Amy, I love you, I really do, and you know that. But what we are doing...what we have done is wrong, by all means. You weren't made, nor meant to have sex. Love is fine. But sex, no. And therein lies one of the problems..." I trailed off. "It's just...impossible."

Amy broke the hug and sat at the table. She drew her knees up to her chest and rocked slightly, tears streaming from her eyes. "Oh Jake...what should we do?"

And to that, I truly had no answer.