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I awake to the smell of bacon and someone getting onto the bed next to me.
"Good morning, sleeepy head," Lauren says, snuggling up next to me. She's fully dressed but I'm naked and she lets her hand trail down my chest to my abdomen.
"Good morning," I answer, wrapping my arm around her. "How did you sleeep?"
"Like a baby, once I got to sleeep," she responds, her fingers making little circles in my pubic hair. "As you can imagine, we had to stay up talking half the night. You were the hit of the party," she smiles. I kiss the top of her head, wondering where her hand is going next.
"Kelly called," she says, pulling her hand back and sitting up. "I invited her for breakfast. She will be here in a few minutes."
"You what?" I yell, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
"She said she needed to talk to you," she shrugs with a big smile on her face.
"I could have gone there," I answer as I stand up and Lauren’s eyes lock onto my morning hard-on.
"True, but I thought you should have home court advantage," she says, reaching for my cock and gently waving it back and forth. "You better take your shower and get dressed. You don't have much time." I watch her sexy ass in her form fitting white shorts as she exits my room.
* * *
I'm out of the shower and saying good morning to the girls just as Kelly arrives. It feels a little weird sitting around the table eating pancakes and bacon with my girlfriend and the four teenage girls I was romping around naked with last night. I'm happy to see they've cleaned up the discarded clothing and sex toys that littered the living room when we went to bed.
Kelly is a beautiful 24-year-old woman who dresses like she's just stepped off the cover of Vogue. Her scarf perfectly accents her outfit and I can sense the other girls sizing her up. They look sexy as hell in their tight shorts and mid-drift barring tops
"So what was the problem you needed help with?" Kelly asks Lauren as she takes a bite of pancakes with no syrup.
"Just boy issues," Lauren shrugs like it's no big deal. I wonder if she lies this easily or if she had already come up with something when she sent the text.
"You know," Kelly says. "You can always talk to me, Lauren. I would be willing to help too."
"I'm not sure I can trust your judgment, Kelly," Lauren says. "You picked my br0ther." Kelly starts to stammer out an answer while the rest of us burst into laughter.
"Just k!dding, Kelly," Lauren says, touching her arm. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."
We continue with insignificant small talk through the rest of breakfast but it unsettles me that Kelly didn't get that Lauren was k!dding. When I look around the table it seems that Kelly is probably the least fun person here. The sex is amazing. Kelly is practically a contortionist but our life outside of the bedroom consists mostly of hanging around with her boring friends or fighting with each other.
"We're going shopping so you two can talk," Lauren says as she gets up and starts to clear the table.
Alex, Kristina and Kylie join her in the kitchen. Once they've filled the dishwasher, they come back in to say goodbye.
"See you later," Lauren says, kissing me on the cheek. "Bye Kelly," she waves. The other girls follow suit, saying goodbye and kissing me on the cheek.
"An affectionate bunch," Kelly says once they've left. If she only knew.
"Apparently," I answer.
"I hate it when we fight, Brandon," Kelly says reaching for my hand.
"Me too," I answer honestly, "but we seem to do it a lot." She nods. "Funny, I don't even remember what we were fighting about. It always seems to be something trivial."
"It was about Bethany," Kelly says. "You don't like her and she's one of my best friends. But never mind about that right now, I wished you had come home last night," she says in her best purr-like voice. "I was horny for some make-up sex," she laughs.
Fuck! She's even given it a name. I wonder if she names the others 'wake-up sex' and 'welcome home from work-sex'.
"Kelly," I take her hand, "there is nothing in this world as wonderful as sex with you."
"Thank you," she blushes, "I try." She gives me one of her most seductive looks. "Shall we take this to your bedroom?" she asks.
"No, not this time," I respond, not really aware of what I'm saying until it comes out of my mouth. "I can never think straight when I'm in bed with you," I tell her and see a look of confusion on her face. "But honestly, outside of the bedroom we don't have a lot in common. We spend sixty percent of our time fighting and forty percent making up." I guess it is make-up sex.
"What do you mean we don't have anything in common?" she pulls back, ready for a fight. "We have our friends."
"Your friends," I counter.
"They're your friends now, too." She stops and just looks at me, her anger putting a light flush on her face. "Are you breaking up with me? Is there someone else?"
"NO!" I say emphatically. "No one else. I just think you deserve someone who you don't spend two-thirds of your time fighting with, don't you?" I ask her.
"You are breaking up with me!" She stands up and starts to walk away but spins back around. "Fuck you! Brandon! Just fuck you! Nobody breaks up with me! I do the fucking breaking up!" She takes a deep breath, whirls around and looks like she's going to breathe fire, "I hope you're happy with whoever she is! We're through!" she screams as she storms out the door.
Fuck! I didn't even know I was going to do that. But it feels right somehow. I finish straightening the kitchen then stretch out on the couch flipping through channels on the TV.
* * *
I must have dosed off, late nights of pussy eating and blowjobs will do that. I hear the girls come in, all talking at once and laughing merrily. I sit up and say hi.
"Hey," Lauren says, sitting next to me. "How did it go with Kelly?"
"We broke up," I answer, aware that the other girls are nearby and the chatter has stopped.
"I'm sorry," Lauren says, putting her arm around me.
"I'm not," I smile. "It was my idea."
"Then I'm not either," she says, kissing me playfully on the cheek. "I never really liked her anyway." I didn't know that. "I'm not sure what you saw in her... I mean... other than the obvious."
"She really knew what to do with that obvious," I answer.
Lauren holds up her hands. "TMI, Brandon!" she laughs. "Too much information."
"Outside of the sex," I continue, "We really didn't have anything in common." I stretch and turn towards my s!ster. "Will you go with me this afternoon to get my stuff?"
"Sure." Lauren says although I'm not certain she really wants to.
"Want to see what we bought?" Kylie asks.
"Of course," I answer as they rustle through the bags on the floor. "Will you model them for me?"
"That's what I meant," Kylie smiles. They pull out a variety of tops, shorts and skirts and start to undress.
"You're going to change right here?" Lauren asks.
"Like we have something he hasn't already seen?" Alex asks as she pulls her top over her head and reveals a light tan bra, which exposes plenty of cleavage.
"She has a point," I answer, watching as each of the girls starts to disrobe.
"You're such a guy, Brandon," Lauren punches my arm but she joins her friends in modelling the new outfits.
I spend the next half hour with a perpetual hard-on. Even though the girls never strip down past their underwear, it is sexy as hell to watch them try on their clothing. They swap tops and skirts as much as their physical differences permit and ask me my opinion on everything.
* * *
"Do you think this would look better without a bra," Kylie asks, holding up a top that Alex just took off.
"I'm not sure," I answer honestly. "Try it!"
"I was hoping you'd say that," she responds, unclasping her bra and exposing her exquisite puffy nipples.
"You just wanted to show off your tits," Lauren says. "You'll never wear that without a bra."
"Maybe," she shrugs, slipping the top over her head and pulling it down over her chest. "What do you think?" she asks me, coming closer so I can get a good look.
"I like it but I wouldn't suggest going out in public like this." I reach up and tweak her nipples through the light material. "It's very sexy."
"I can never go braless," Alex says, "but I'll show you my tits again, Brandon."
She strips off the top she was modelling, drops her bra on the floor and leans over the arm of the couch. Her tits are inches from my face and she lifts one with her hand, offering it to me as she feeds her nipple into my mouth. I suck on her thick, black nub, teasing it with my tongue and nibbling on it with my teeth.
I'm lost in the taste of Alex's tits when I feel fingers fumbling with my zipper. Kristina is kneeling between my legs and trying to free my hard cock. She obviously hasn't had much practice with this. I put my hand over hers to stop her.
"As much as I would love to continue this," I say, releasing Alex's nipple and catching my breath. This had all the makings of becoming a full-fledged orgy with me sucking, eating and fucking all these girls at once. "I really need to go get my stuff." I scoot back, pull up my zipper and look into the long faces of three disappointed girls.
"We can pick up where we left off when I get back," I assure them.
"Promise?" Kristina asks, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. She's still kneeling on the floor in front of me and is the only one who hasn't taken off her top.
"Only if you let me feast on these fabulous nipples," I respond, reaching out and tweaking them through her blouse and bra.
"Deal!" she says, excitedly, glancing anxiously at Lauren who responds with a slight shake of her head. Something's brewing but I probably won't find out until we get back.
* * *
"So what really happened between you and Kelly?" Lauren asks once we're in the car.
"I told you we broke up," I answer evasively. Lauren just waits me out and I finally add, "there's got to be more to a relationship than fights and make up sex."
"Is that why you brought me so you wouldn't be tempted into make-up sex?"
"She can be very convincing," I smile.
"I bet," Lauren says and we sit quietly for a minute.
"She's positive that there's another woman," I say.
"Is there?" Lauren asks. I reach over and take her hand, gently squeezing it as I rest my arm on the console.
"Not in the way that she thinks," I answer, glancing over to catch her reaction. She's smiling so I continue. "Last night was so much fun and not just the sexual parts."
"The sexual parts weren't fun?" Lauren asks, teasingly squeezing my hand.
"See!" I answer. "That's just what I'm talking about. Off and on through the whole night we were all laughing and cutting up. It made me realize how boring my life with Kelly has been."
"Other than the fantastic make up sex?" Lauren continues to tease. I'm not sure if that just comes naturally or if it's a defence mechanism to keep me from getting too sappy. Either way, I like it.
"Of course, that wasn't boring." I join in her banter. "You saw her at breakfast. She didn't even get that you were teasing."
"I know, right?" Lauren says, turning towards me and getting more animated. "I couldn't believe she was about to defend her choice in men," Lauren laughs. She places her hand on my inner thigh, dangerously close to my cock and leans towards me. "Do you need me to take the edge off before you see her?" Lauren mischievously asks while running her fingers up the length of my crotch.
"I'm fine," I answer, "but I might take you up on that later."
"See, even you don't know when I'm joking," she says, pulling her hand back.
"I knew." I answer, not at all sure that I really did.
"Maybe I wasn't," she teases.
Okay, that's why I'm not sure. Before I can think of a witty comeback, we pull up in front of Kelly's apartment building.
"Thanks for coming with me s*s," is all I say.
"I wouldn't miss it," she says, opening her door. "Maybe I'll get to see some make up sex."
"Don't hold your breath," I say, taking her hand again as we walk up to Kelly's door. I had called ahead so that Kelly would know we were coming.
Kelly opens the door wearing the Vogue version of sexy outwear, a skin-tight skirt and lots of enticing cleavage. Lauren almost starts laughing and I suck in a breath to keep from joining her.
"Oh," Kelly says, "I didn't know you were bringing Lauren."
Maybe I forgot to mention that on the phone.
"She's going to help me carry my stuff," I say leading Lauren into the living room past Kelly. The iPhone is playing some of my favourite music and there's a wine bottle open on the coffee table with two glasses.
"I thought we might be able to talk this through," Kelly says, smiling at me while shooting daggers at Lauren. I start putting things in boxes as I respond.
"I'm sorry, Kelly," I answer. "Let's just take a break from the fighting for a while." She's looking around like there's a better answer floating in the air somewhere.
"We were good together, Brandon," she says, a single tear staining her perfect make up.
"Very good," I admit, putting my hand on her shoulder. "But we fought like crazy."
"And made up just as crazily," she whispers, glancing at Lauren who is walking towards the bedroom with an empty box.
"Hey, let's not fight about how we fought," I laugh but she doesn't see the humour.
"What will I tell Gwen and Steven?" she asks. "We are supposed to have dinner with them tonight." This is what's really bothering her; what will she tell her friends.
"Tell them whatever you want," I answer, picking through the few CDs we have and taking mine. "Look, if you want to tell your friends that you caught me with another woman and kicked me out, it's fine with me."
"You arrogant bastard!" she screams. "You think this is all about what I'm going to tell my friends?" I have to admit she really is gorgeous when she's mad. "Fine! Just get your stuff and get out!"
It takes about twenty minutes for Lauren and I to get my clothes and the few meagre possessions I have. Kelly just sits at the kitchen table flipping through a magazine without speaking, even when I tell her goodbye.
"That went well," Lauren says as we put the last box in the trunk. I shrug as we get in the car and head back to our parent's house. I'm not sure how long I'm going to want to live with my parents and I don't have another good option available.
"She was really expecting make up sex, wasn't she?" Lauren asks, shaking her head.
"Why not?" I answer. "It's worked every other time."
"Would it have worked if I wasn't along," she asks.
"I don't know." I put my hand on her thigh as I smile. "With three or four gorgeous, willing females waiting at home, maybe not." She playfully slaps my hand away with a laugh.
"I wanted to talk to you about that," she says, turning in her seat so she's almost facing me. I've been expecting this conversation ever since the blowjob last night.
"Lauren," I say, pre-empting her, "you should think long and hard about how far we take things." She unexpectedly bursts out laughing and this time I'm really not in on the joke.
"Long and hard! Just how I like it," she says, "but that's not what I wanted to talk about."
"Oh," I smile. "I guess that was kind of presumptuous of me," I add, apologetically.
"Yeah, kind of, but not really," she smiles. "We probably do need to have that other conversation but first I have to tell you something before we get home."
"Okay, shoot."
"You probably noticed that Kristina isn't... um... very experienced," she says, peaking my interest already.
"She seems a little more reserved than the others," I answer.
"Well, she doesn't have a boyfriend but seriously wants to lose her virginity," Lauren is speaking faster, clearly not very comfortable with this conversation. "We've been trying to help her but there aren't a lot of options. Sure, we could put the word out and she'd have lots of guys offering to take her out just for that," she says, crinkling her nose to let me know what she thinks of that option. "She'd lose her virginity and gain a reputation. And let's face it, it wouldn't be much of a first experience either."
I decide not to comment and let her keep talking.
"That was what the sleeepover and adult toy party was for," she says as if I should be following her logic. "We were going to help Kristina lose her virginity to that rubber dildo that was stuck to the coffee table." She laughs nervously, waiting for my reaction.
"So I interrupted more than a deep throating competition by showing up?" I acknowledge, nodding with understanding.
"Exactly!" she says. "You came home and..."
"Look Lauren, I get it," I tell her. "I'm getting in the way of your plans. Hey, no problem, I can crash over at Dave's house for the night and you guys can..." She interrupts me with a jab to my shoulder again.
"No, silly!" she laughs. "You're not in the way at all. If you'd let me finish."
"Okay, just quit hitting me," I joke.
"You came home and now, instead of the dildo, Kristina wants you to take her virginity!"
"What? Wait! No!" I stammer. "I've never done that before."
"Neither has she," she counters, mockingly.
"No... but... I mean... her first time?" This is unfathomable. "What if I hurt her?"
"It's going to hurt anyway."
"I know but... her first time should be really special don't you think?" I ask, wondering why I'm arguing about getting to be the first cock to slide into that tight flower-petal pussy.
"Mine wasn't," she tosses off and I'm not sure what to say.
"That's not a conversation thread I want to follow," I say, faltering for where I do want to take this conversation.
"It will be special!" Lauren insists. "You're obviously an experienced lover and her best friends will be there."
"What? We're doing this in front of everyone?"
"Not everyone," she says, rolling her eyes. "But we were going to be there to help her with the dildo why shouldn't we be there with a real live cock?"
"Is that all I am in this, a live cock? A piece of meat?" I ask with mock indignation.
"Now you're catching on," she laughs. "Seriously, Brandon, you'll do it won't you? You're probably the first guy who's ever appreciated her breasts. It meant a lot to her. It was very nice of you."
"I wasn't just being nice," I explain. "I love her nipples."
"She gets teased a lot for being flat chested," Lauren admits. "Girls and guys can be so fucking cruel," she declares. I listen to her voice raise with indignant passion as she continues. "Her mom is even thinking of getting her implants to help her with her self-image. Do you believe that?"
"That's crazy," I admit. "Her breasts are awesome, but we're getting off topic."
"I know, I just wanted you to see how important this is to Kristina. Don't say anything about the implants, okay?"
"Sure," I agree. Meanwhile my mind is reeling and my cock is swelling at the idea of a group sexual therapy to relieve Kristina her once in a lifetime gift.
* * *
We're almost home before either of us speaks again.
"So, you'll do it?" Lauren asks.
I take a deep breath before I answer. "Two conditions," I say, holding up two fingers for emphasis. "First, I want to talk to Kristina alone to get assurances that she's not doing this out of peer pressure."
"Deal, what's the other one," Lauren says, excited that I've agreed and apparently willing to agree to anything.
"No pressure!" I say a little more f0rcefully than I meant to. "Kristina can back out any-time, before or during, without a hint of persuasion, disappointment or pressure from any of you." Lauren smiles as we pull into our parent's driveway.
"I knew she picked the right guy for this," she says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. "Thank you! We agree to all your demands. I'll talk to Alex and Kylie while you're talking to Kristina."
Just before we get out of the car she adds, "Now can we go deflower a virgin?" I laugh in spite of, or maybe because of my nervousness.
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