Sex.

It all, always came down to sex.

She remembered back in grade school, when her mother sat her down to tell her about the birds and the bees. She knew boys were different before that, and knowing why they were different, what they wanted, or would want anyway, didn't change things. Except in the back of her mind.

Her mother had noticed the changes before she had herself. She hit puberty before most of her classmates. As the only girl with breasts she got used to the extra attention from boys. And later, in high school, from men. It turned out that she was fantastically beautiful, a fortunate twist of fate that she learned how to exploit.

With the body came the desires. Her sophomore year in High School she finally gave in to to her boyfriend's insistent fumbling and thrusting. She was lucky that time; without any protection she might have become pregnant. The stress while waiting was enough to make her break up with him.

The next boy she kept until graduation. He was kind, considerate, gentle, and knew how to use a condom. They were the star couple all through school. She liked him enough, but looked forward to graduation. When she went off to California for college, she didn't hesitate to leave him behind.

There she felt free to finally do what she wanted, rather than what was expected. A month into classes, she had a brief affair with a Senior guy before discovering what had been missing, nagging the back of her sexuality all these years.

Girls.

She'd always known, of course, but never suspected that the option applied to her. When she cuddled up with her roommate after a night of drunken debauchery at a fraternity party… it was a new world.

Her roommate didn't last, but she didn't hesitate to move on to new girlfriends. A woman's touch and tongue was so much more satisfying than a boy's clumsy groping. She felt that she'd finally found what she wanted. She proclaimed her new self to the world. She wrote a regular column on sex and sexual politics for the school newspaper. For more than two years she was lesbian, happy, and proud.

Then came Alex.

She was used to male attention. She knew she was beautiful, knew her appearance attracted men. At first Alex was just another annoyance, something she had to put up with. A price to pay for working with Cathy and Masako. His desire was embarrassingly obvious, but she was used to putting down such unwanted overtures.

And then, at a party, on a drunken whim, she kissed him.

She thought she knew kisses before then, but this… Alex's lips and tongue and even the warmth of his hands where she'd placed them on her hips… it was transcendent.

Spurred by the pleasure of the kiss, she danced with him. It was fun, exciting… and disturbing. She regained control of herself and shut him down. But the memories ached at the back of her mind. She found herself thinking about him more and more, about the outline of his crotch while they'd danced. About how it might feel.

Inevitably, she slept with him. An event that shattered and re-made her life up to that point. Sex with Alex was beyond better. It was an entirely different mode of interaction, a realm of pleasure that she'd never suspected could even exist.

She felt betrayed by her body, the way it reacted to his touches and rubbing. Just the thought of sex with him made her wet. At the touch of his cock, when he entered her, she came. Just the feeling of his member pushing between her labia, into her, sent her to ecstatic, spasming orgasm. Every time.

Sex. Fundamentally sex had controlled her entire adult life, dictated who she was, what she did. Sex had made her his.

Jean had cued in early on and dropped her, spreading the word through the lesbian community of their college that their star spokesperson had abandoned them. For a boy. For Alex.

She was okay with that. She was beyond traditional labels. She wasn't homosexual, heterosexual, or even bisexual. She was Alexsexual.

Over Christmas break she'd tested the limits of her attraction to Alex. She called, dated, and slept with her old boyfriend. It was disappointing; despite his thrusts and touches — and he'd learned some since high school — she couldn't enjoy it until she compared his technique to Alex's. Then she imagined that he was Alex. Only then did she manage to come. He noticed her distraction. He didn't call back.

That was okay. Alex was enough. She knew he slept with other girls. He even had an official girlfriend, Allison. But she wasn't jealous, and neither were they. She'd even joined them once, her first visit to see Alex after the winter break.

She'd actually gone there to meet with Cathy and Masako, but her attention was focussed on the other wing of the house, on Alex's room. She knew Allison was with him, but she was so horny. After saying goodbye to Cathy and Masako she couldn't help herself. She went to Alex's room, quietly opened the door, entered.

As she'd expected, they were busy fucking. They probably hadn't even noticed her. She watched them avidly while she removed her own clothing, watched Alex fucking and thrusting, watched Allison's head turn and twist, watched her press her body up against Alex, maximizing his contact and penetration.

She climbed onto the bed with them. This finally got their attention, or Allison's at least. She turned her head to look at her while Ophelia lay down next to their thrusting bodies. Then her eyes rolled and her faced twisted and her head snapped back as Alex sent her into another crashing orgasm. Ophelia watched the girl's pleasure and felt her heart begin to race. She wanted to feel that, needed to feel that. And she would, soon.

With a soft gasp, Alex joined his partner in pleasure. Holding his crotch against Allison, coming with her and into her. Once his face unscrewed and he opened his eyes, she reached out to touch his arm. He looked at her, noticing her for the first time. She smiled, and he smiled back. Then she touched his chest, trailing her hand downwards, between their bodies. He raised himself, pulled back. She reached into the hot wet join where Allison's crotch met Alex's. She grabbed his cock. It had started to soften, but at her touch it re-stiffened to its full, hard length.

Trembling with excitement and desperate need Ophelia rolled onto her back. As soon as she was sure Alex would join her she let go of his member and spread her legs. She adjusted her weight and made sure she was comfortable. She knew what was about to happen. Alex climbed over, positioning himself above her. One hand by her head, holding himself above her, the other guided his cock between her legs. She felt it against her thigh, warm and hard, felt the blunt tip sliding upwards. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

She felt it pressing her lips, felt them part, felt him slide into her. And then she came. Her pussy spasmed, orgasm exploding outward, her whole body shook with pleasure. She could feel her vagina squeezing his shaft, which continued to push forward, deeper, into her. Her back was arched, her legs were spread wide, exposing herself to the maximum, allowing him to press his full length into her intimate clasp. He held himself there, at full impalement, while her orgasm shattered its way through her body.

When she recovered her senses she saw his face, Alex's face, above hers. He was watching her, his eyes met hers. Typical. He always did that. Sometimes she wondered if watching her come was more of a turn-on for him than the way her spasming pussy milked his cock. His cock. She was so aware of it, so long, so hard, so deep within… she caught her breath, managed to whisper Again?

He smiled broadly, triumphantly. Prick. He directed one hand down to their joined crotches as he pulled out. She was intimately aware of the sliding friction of his penis within her, the explosive pressure of his corona sent an intense shriek of pleasure through her being as he withdrew. She gasped involuntarily, then he was out of her. She could feel him rubbing his swollen glans around and against her entrance. He met her eyes again. Ready? he asked.

She couldn't help but nod vigorously, and then he did it. Pushed into her again. Spread her lips, penetrated… ecstasy burst through her mind and being. Orgasm, prompted by the feeling of his cock entering her, flooded her perception. This time, though, he kept thrusting, sliding his cock back and forth within her throbbing pussy. And so, just as she recollected her senses, his actions spurred another orgasm, sending her body into joyful arches and thrusts, striving to maximize his play and penetration. Then there was another orgasm, and before that was done, yet another. And another upon that and then another… the pleasure filled her, fulfilled her, there was nothing else she wanted, could want, but to feel Alex atop her, fucking her…

Back to her senses, his face was above hers, again. His expression was neutral. She could feel his cock shrinking within her, she could feel the warm fluid expression of his own pleasure, and briefly wondered why she wasn't concerned. She'd certainly been horny enough to be at the peak of her cycle. But somehow, deep within, she wasn't worried about getting pregnant. Just about having her fill of Alex…

It looked like you really needed that. It was Allison. On her side, naked, next to her and Alex. In fact, her hand was resting on Alex's back, just above his tush, it had been there feeling his motion, feeling him ride her.

Guess I did. was all she managed to say, gasping and looking back and forth between Alex's face and the face of his nominal girlfriend. Thanks.

For what?

For letting me… share your bed?

Allison smiled, and suppressed a giggle. His bed. But it was cool, watching you, watching you orgasm like that… is that what I look like when he does it to me?

Ophelia smiled. One way to find out. she smirked at the dark-haired girl. Allison smiled in return and twisted to lie flat on her back, legs spread.

Hey wait a minute, Alex interjected, don't I get a say in this?

No. she told him, as her hand wormed between their bodies, seeking his cock. She found it, limp and shrunken, and squeezed. I want to watch you fuck her just like you fucked me. As she'd hoped, he started to swell within her grasp.

I knew he could. she whispered to Allison as her hand guided Alex's penis towards the join of the other woman's legs. It swelled and stiffened, telling her that Alex was not averse to sex with Allison again. Allison moaned, and spread her legs, and Ophelia guided his stiff, hard, member towards the girl's opening. Then he plunged it into her, and Allison arched, and froze, and squealed with delight as he began to fuck her anew.

Like Allison, Ophelia rested her hand on the small of Alex's back, feeling him move back and forth, watching the transcendent pleasure evident on Allison's face, happy that she'd finally found an utterly fulfilling, no-reservations-involved sexual niche… she was Alex's. His cock was what she wanted. His cock was what every girl should want, what they would want if they only knew, but she was lucky enough to actually experience it. As was Allison, and maybe others… but he was man enough, cock enough, for all of them.

Allison moaned with pleasure as orgasm took her again. This time Alex joined her, and she felt the tremors in his back as his pleasure throbbed and pumped. Allison's head turned to meet her gaze and smiled in mutual recognition. They both had experienced Alex's sex. They both wanted and needed it to continue. They enjoyed his attentions, liked him enough to wish he experienced even a portion of of the pleasure that they had with him… She kissed her, Allison, a deep, tongue-penetrating kiss. When she broke it, Alex rewarded her by kissing her likewise, tongue sliding and thrusting within her mouth and lips, even while his cock was still within the other… she felt a burst of ecstatic contentment…

She snuggled Allison's head against her, then Alex, finally spent, wriggled his body between the two of them. They both flung arms around him, around each other, and slid to maximize skin contact with his hot flesh against the Southern California winter chill. Together, all three of them, fell asleep.

Then Alex got together with Terrie. Normally she wouldn't have resented yet another competitor for Alex's attention, even though Terrie was exceptionally hot. But then Terrie and Allison rented an apartment together, and the lure of two girls under one roof drew a disproportionate amount of his time. She wasn't jealous, just frustrated. And when she broached the subject with Allison, she learned that Terrie wasn't ready to share even her roommate in the same bed with Alex.

But both Allison and Terrie had gone home for break. Dorothy was away on a trip with her sorority sisters, and while Stephanie was around, she hadn't been spending any time with Alex lately. Still, Ophelia had to wait until Wednesday to see him, as he'd been busy with his cousin, entertaining Cathy's best friend and best friend's little sister here to check out the campus as a prospective student.

She had a good idea what Alex's role in entertaining them was. Her only question was whether he'd done them one at a time or had the thrill of having two sisters in the same bed been too much to resist?

She got her answer Wednesday afternoon. She'd gone over to his place late morning. He'd greeted her with a deep, passionate kiss, but begged off anything further right away, since he'd promised Allison and Terrie to check in on their place during break, and he figured he ought to do it at least once.

Ophelia relented instantly and offered to accompany him. An idea had sprung into her mind…

He enjoyed it as well, making love on the beds of the other girls while they were away. He hadn't objected much. Once she tugged his hand, leading him into Terrie's bedroom, then pulled him into a kiss while one hand snaked into his pants… once their clothes were gone she dropped onto the bed and struck an inviting pose. He joined her quickly, his cock parted her legs, entered her, and then she was pushing herself against him, orgasmic spasms driving her body in happy thrusts.

They did it again on Allison's bed. Afterwards they cuddled some, and she got him to tell her about Megan and Jennifer, and how he'd first done Jennifer just a few days after she'd first done him, on Jennifer's first visit to campus.

Then she dragged him back to Terrie's bed, because it seemed to give him an extra thrill. It was the same for her, either bed, anywhere, but although Terrie was visiting at home, her family was less than a day's drive away, and might return any time. Terrie would almost certainly disapprove, and the chance of getting caught seemed to add to his excitement.

The separated afterwards, returning home to freshen up and dress for a night out. They went to dinner together at a fancy restaurant. She was wearing a new, long, slinky dress. Then they went to a movie, a chick-flick. She thought she was teasing him, taking him to see such a guy-unfriendly movie, but when she rested her hand between his legs, and he reciprocated with soft brushes against her breasts, she didn't pay much attention to the film herself.

On the way back to her apartment, he asked her a favor: his brother, brother's girlfriend, and two of her friends were arriving tomorrow on a campus visit. Would she be willing to entertain the girls so he could have some guy-time with his brother?

Of course she agreed. Provided he come to her bedroom right now and fuck her senseless. Naturally, he was willing.

A long time later, she asked him why he was worried about getting time alone with his brother. Surely three high-school girls could entertain themselves on a college campus? At least a little while.

He hemmed a bit, then admitted he was a little worried that they might be visiting with the intention of seeing him. Because he'd fucked them all — even his brother's girlfriend — over Christmas break.

Ah. she said. That explains it.

What?

Come on Alex, an impressionable high-school girl? Used to the ignorant fumblings of high-school boys? And then you… if it's even half as good for them as… If I'd met you in high-school I…

What?

Nothing. It wasn't nothing though, thoughts of her high-school experiences, her college experiences, they were all faded and watery in comparison to the vibrant and colorful orgasms she had with Alex. If she'd met him back then, fucked him back then, she never would have thought she could be lesbian. Never would have…

But these thoughts disturbed her. At one point she'd been quite secure in her homosexuality. It had been comforting to think that she knew what she wanted, and could dispense with the urgent needs of men. And then…

She turned on her side and reached for Alex's penis. As she hoped, it was still half-hard, and swelled to full hardness with a few strokes. She knew how to drive these misgivings from her head.

She straddled Alex. She rested one hand on his chest, then used the other to direct his member into her descending… she gasped in shock and pleasure as he surprised her, lifting his hips, penetrating an instant before she'd expected it. She sank down onto him, pussy throbbing with orgasm.

When the pleasure passed, she met his eyes, lifted herself up, reaching down again to hold him when he slipped out, then deliberately dropped onto him again. Orgasm again, blissful, mind-wiping orgasm. She did it again, and when the third orgasm passed, she found herself grinding him, fucking him, forcing her pussy onto his cock. She knew what she wanted. She wanted the fantastic, liberating pleasure of Alex's cock in her pussy. His warm, penetrating hardness dispelled her misgivings and reminded her of the ecstatic reward only he could provide. Nothing else would ever, could ever, feel that good. That was her sexuality now, He was her sexuality now, and she was happy with it.