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I sighed as I read the text from Selena. She was running late, and wouldn't be here for a little while longer. I was starting to get a bit uncomfortable, being by far the oldest guy at the bar. The semester at the local college was over, and it wasn't particularly crowded for a Friday night, but there were still plenty of people around. The late May air was warm, and the poorly ventilated room was getting a bit stifling. It wasn't that this place was unfamiliar; if anything, The Thirsty Dog was eerily similar to how it looked over ten years ago, when I drank here during my own time at Grove University. It was kind of nice being back, and by the looks of the clientele the place still didn't card, God bless the owner. But at the same time it was a stark reminder of where I was in life. I'm not the fatalistic type, and I'm perfectly happy with how things have turned out. I've got a nice place, decent job and great friends. Nothing to complain about, really. Yet, looking at all these kids in or fresh out of school, with all their potential, I can't help but dwell on what I didn't do. Call it an early mid-life crisis. I never got married, that's a big one. Never really traveled, as much as I wanted to. Never got the chance to go back to school, expand my horizons a bit, maybe explore a different career. Again, none of these are horrible, life-ruining deficiencies, but being in my mid-thirties I can't help but see them as missed opportunities. Which I suppose is why I like Selena so much. With her, I fee like there's still time. She runs a successful practice as a physical therapist, and supports the idea of me taking some time off from work to pursue a writing career while she handles the bills, at least a little further along in our relationship. And not only is she the first woman I've met in a long time that I can truly see myself marrying, she's also interested in travel. I feel like a European honeymoon is within reach. Selena was a Grove University grad too, got out a couple years after me. She'd been to The Thirsty Dog a few times, and we decided a little nostalgia date would be fun. Share stories, reminisce about our school days, get to know each other a bit better as we started getting really serious. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice one of the bar's patrons walk over. "Hey, aren't you a little old to be hanging out here? I mean, no offense, or anything," he said. Looking over, I saw a young man take the seat next to me. I couldn't put an age on him, but all college students looked like kids to me. He had the kind of face that never had trouble with the opposite sex, which made it confusing as to why he'd approach the one older guy in the bar. I considered staring at the wall and drinking my beer in silence, but his tone was conversational, not confrontational. Plus there was something I couldn't place, something that made him impossible to ignore. "Just meeting a ladyfriend, is all," I said. "Besides, I was drinking here while you were in elementary school." "Oh, nice, you're a Grove University alum too," he said. He was grinning, and it was kind of infectious. I felt a little cheered up myself. "I just graduated a couple weeks ago." "Congratulations," I said, returning his smile. "Got out of the joint a little over ten years ago, myself. I have to admit, it's a little jarring to be back after all this time." "Huh, that's strange," the kid said, frowning. "I could have sworn I saw you at commencement." I looked at him, confused. How had he seen me at the graduation ceremony? Our class had well over two thousand people in it, and I doubted he could have picked me out in the sea of caps and gowns. "I know, you were valedictorian! Gave a pretty bitchin' speech, if you ask me," he said, his smile returning as he slapped me on the back. "I forget the details, but the message was good." "Oh God, people were actually listening?" I asked, face burning. I couldn't tell if the guy's smile was genuine or mocking. "I thought the whole thing was a generic pile of garbage. Wrote it last minute." "You don't give yourself enough credit, bro. I thought it was pretty great, which is why I remembered you," the guy said. "The name's Matt, by the way. Pleased to meetcha." I took his outstretched hand. "Keith," I said back. "Nice to meet you, too. Glad you enjoyed my crappy speech." "Well, now that we got each other's names, we should get to know each other a bit better," Matt said. "You said you were meeting a girl here, mind telling me a bit about her?" A rather personal question, but he was so friendly I felt compelled to answer. Besides, it would pass the time until she showed up. "Oh, sure. Her name's Selena, she's a physical therapist," I said. Matt nodded approvingly. "She's a bit of a cougar, I suppose, a good decade older than either of us. She used to go to Grove University herself, back in the day. Apparently drank here too a couple times, and wanted to see how much it had changed." Matt laughed. "Hey man, nothing wrong with a good cougar hunt! Physical therapist too, she probably knows how to touch a guy in all the right ways," he said, wiggling his eyebrows conspiratorially. "Plus I bet she's got all sorts of crazy stories from her college days." "Hate to disappoint, but not really," I said. "She wasn't Greek. From what she told me between studying and athletics she didn't have much time for that." "Sounds like someone who needs a lesson on life work balance, my man. Just because you study and wanna get smart don't mean you can't have fun," Matt said. "Maybe I'll teach her a bit when she shows up. Sounds like a hell of a lady, either way." "Yeah, you're right, and I think she has some regrets about her college days. That's probably why she's into younger guys," I replied. Matt dressed and acted like a frat boy, but was surprisingly insightful. "I guess this date here is a last hurrah for both of us. I'll be moving on from university, and she gets to relive the old days one more time." "Last hurrah? Just 'cause you aren't an undergrad doesn't mean you can't drink here," Matt said. He looked genuinely horrified, and for a moment I felt bad. "A smart girl like you is obviously sticking around for grad school." I suddenly found it hard to get comfortable, and as I shifted around in my chair I got the urge to rub my vagina. It wasn't itchy, exactly, but I knew I would feel relief after I gave it some quick attention. Unfortunately, Matt's gaze was intent on me, and his smile had returned even wider than before. I didn't want to gross him out by acting crude. "Something wrong?" he asked. I suddenly wished he would drop that smile. But I couldn't concentrate, not until I took care of the problem with my crotch. "You mind looking away for a second?" I asked, blushing. "I, uh, I need to adjust." "Go right ahead," he said, turning around. Relieved, I discretely reached down and rubbed my pussy, suppressing the urge to do more. It felt great even through my jeans, and I could feel myself getting a little turned on. But I needed to save that feeling for Selena. Still, that little jolt of pleasure was enough to soothe whatever had been bothering me. "Thanks for the modesty," Matt said, still looking away. "Half my bros would just dig into their crotch with no warning. But I guess it's different when you're a lady, not that I'd mind the show." I rolled my eyes. I hardly looked like a lady, with my short, mousy brown hair and non-existent breasts, and he was obviously the sort of guy who looked for more traditionally attractive women. Then again, any guy would love to watch any woman touch herself. With a whole gender full of pervs, it was no wonder I swung the other way. "Just let me know when you're done, Amber," Matt said. Did he just call me Amber? Well, of course he had, it was my name. But I didn't remember telling him that, for some reason. I mean, I remembered telling him my name, but for some reason I didn't think I said Amber. Probably just my imagination. "Yeah, go ahead and turn around now," I said. No idea why I would have given him a different name earlier, its not like I was ashamed of it or anything. Matt was still smiling, probably thinking about what I had been doing, the smug bastard. "Now that you're done, I'd love to hear more about you," Matt said. It sounded like he was hitting on me, but the question was so innocuous I ignored the thought. I was probably just being paranoid. "What was your major, anyway? Studied business myself. Always had a knack for influencing people, seemed like a natural fit. Don't remember seeing you in any of my classes, though." "Probably because I was over in the English department. Specialized in medieval and Renaissance lit in undergrad," I said. He nodded, looking genuinely interested, so I continued. "Going to study modern American literature for my post-grad work, though. I'm trying to keep my options open for when I graduate, don't know if I want to go into academia, publishing, or just try my hand at being a starving writer." "Nice. There's just something hot about well-read ladies, if you don't mind me saying," Matt responded, definitely flirting now. I did mind him saying, but I knew it wouldn't stop him, so I just nodded. His face scrunched up as he continued, as if reciting from memory. "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate." Well I'll be, frat boy knew the classics. The parts more useful for hitting on chicks than for practicing literary criticism, but better than nothing. Still, I wasn't about to give Mr. Smugface the upper hand. "Nice try, Shakespeare, but you're going to have to go a bit more obscure if you want to impress the pants off me," I said, looking at the wall behind the bar. "Not to mention you're barking up the wrong tree, if you get what I'm saying." "We'll see about that," Matt said, barely audible. I hoped he wasn't one of those douchebags that thought he could turn a lesbian straight with his magic dick. As if answering the challenge, Selena strode in to the bar. I took a moment to admire her while she looked around for me, taking in her tan skin and dark hair. She had the maturity of a woman in her 30's with the tone of a girl in her early 20's. Three decades of healthy eating and regular exercise would do that. It was a sexy combination, especially on a tall, athletic build like she had. It was a runner's body for sure, not an ounce of fat where it didn't belong, and good looking even if she wasn't the curviest lady around. I waved at Selena. She waved back and headed in our direction. Looking at Matt, he seemed to be considering my girlfriend carefully, hand in his chin. I wasn't too concerned about him creeping on her, Selena's blouse and slacks were cute, but not particularly revealing. "You sure that's a cougar?" Matt asked, not looking over at me. "That girl's our age, I remember her standing up and cheering when you mentioned her in your speech. Wasn't she in your sorority or something? I think you said you both rushed together." Then the strangest thing happened. As I watched Selena walk over she suddenly seemed... younger? Not drastically changed, a bit softer, more innocent, like a decade's worth of stress and experience had been lifted from her shoulders. Which was weird because Matt was right, Sel and I had rushed together, even started school the same year. I liked to call her a cougar as a joke, but she wasn't more than a couple months older than me. My confusion was interrupted by Selena's arrival. "Hey cutie," she said, then leaned down and kissed me. She meant it as a quick peck, but, figuring Matt needed to be reminded where my affections lie, I kissed back hard. Sel was surprised at first, but as I stood up and embraced her, she got into it, and soon we were making out. If this didn't convince frat boy he had no chance with me, nothing would. The fact that it was turning me on wasn't bad, either. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but you can drop the act, girls," Matt said, bringing me back to reality. "Watching you two go at it could get a dead man hard, but you know I got what you really need, and you certainly got my attention." Flustered, I broke off the kiss and sat back down. The way he'd been hitting on me, it had been obvious that Sel and I didn't need to do our girl on girl schtick to get his attention. Still, it wasn't unpleasant. Ever since Selena and I began experimenting our sophomore year, we'd found kissing and a bit of foreplay was a great way to grab guys' interest. And while no woman would ever satisfy me like a man could, fooling around with Selena was its own kind of fun. Selena barked a short laugh. "When you texted me to come over, you said you'd found a hunk that needed work," she said. "You didn't tell me you practically had him housebroken already." Housebroken? Did she hear the way he was talking? And yeah, he was cute, hot even, but I wasn't 100% sold on him yet. He was still being a bit of a douchebag, good looking or not. While I was lost in my thoughts, it was Matt's turn to laugh. "Amber here doesn't give herself enough credit. I really dig the best of both worlds thing you got going on," he said, looking at Selena. "You got that cute, tall, girl next door look going on, while she's the shortie with the curves and the kind of face most guys only see in their wet dreams." I was suddenly very uncomfortable again, probably because of the compliment. Never been good with those. But for some reason it felt like the contours of my body had completely shifted, and I needed to readjust how I was sitting. Then I thought about Matt's words. Dig at my height aside (yeah, I knew exactly why he called me shortie. But 5'6" is average for a girl, I can't help that my best friend is a 5'10" giantess!), he was right. My thighs and butt are the kind any woman would kill for, full and generous but obviously fit, thanks to the custom exercise routine Sel helped me plan out. Even I have to admit they look killer, particularly in comparison to my tiny waist. As for my face, well, whenever I talk about how pretty Selena is, she holds hand mirror up to my face. Okay, I'll admit it looks like something off the cover of a magazine, but I don't think that's all it's cracked up to be. I've had guys tell me I have "dick sucking lips" just because they're full and soft, and girls tend to get all catty when I innocently ask about their makeup. Yet when I tell Sel about these problems, she just rolls her eyes and sighs. Regardless, Matt was right with his "perfect pair" theory: we were way different, personality-wise. Selina was an aggressive go-getter, fitting for someone who was going to spend the rest of her life pushing around big, tough guys for a living. As for me, I tended to be self-conscious and introverted. It's a big part of why I got into reading and writing, to which some would add "despite my looks." I had finally managed to get comfy and finished clearing my head when I realized Selena and Matt were still talking. "...not to mention her chest. Unless I missed my mark, those are natural double-D's, big ones, and she should be proud of them," I heard Matt finish. I once again found myself turning bright red, suddenly very aware of the strain my breasts were putting on my t-shirt. Of course he'd focus on my boobs. Yes, they were DD-cup. Yes, they were real. But no guy ever thought about how much of a pain in the ass it was to find bras that fit, let alone how expensive they could get. Plus I didn't even want to think of the back problems I'd be dealing with down the road. But that was an issue for 20 years from now. At the moment, I had to get my best friend to stop conspiring with the guy we were trying to seduce. I mean, I was thrilled that he noticed my rack, but that didn't mean I wanted him discussing it. So I chimed in with my best argument. "Sel!" I shouted. "Don't talk to him about my tits!" Yup. The queen of eloquence, right here. There's a reason I stick to the writing let Selena do most of the talking. She shrugged, and Matt laughed again. "You have to admit, they're hard to miss," Selena said. "It's not like you're hiding them," Matt added. Cheeky bastard. I gave him A Look. "No, no, I'm not insulting you, you got the kind of body that demands being shown off. Never seen another girl wear those clothes like you do. I mean, your friend Selena here pulls off that sundress like, damn. But you, you take that skimpy dress and make it a fashion statement. Your hair helps too, auburn's a great color, and it's so long I don't wanna think about how much care it takes." The hair, yeah, he certainly wouldn't want to hear about how much work goes into that every day. Dark red locks halfway down my back, and it's merry hell keeping them from curling up and frizzing out everywhere. I probably spend as much on product as I do on food, though both Sel and I agree the effect is worth it. But the dress? I hope I wasn't giving Matt the wrong idea, cute as he was, because I don't dress like this every day. Yeah, this little black number screams "sex," but that's because it IS for sex. I only bust it out when I want to bring a guy home with me, no questions asked. It barely covers my butt, you could make a good argument that it doesn't cover my boobs, but I hoped he wasn't taking me for a slut. These days I'm proud of my body, but I had been horribly embarrassed about it until college, and more specifically meeting Sel. Used to wear the baggiest jeans I could find and shapeless hoodies, if you can believe it. Probably because I got really curvy really fast, and middle school was a hell of a time for someone as shy as me to go from "ignored bookish girl" to "Bigtits McGee." In comparison, tall, lithe Selena didn't have to wait for an awkward puberty to start looking good. These days she makes that blue sundress look hot, and her boobs are small enough she doesn't have to worry about the neckline. If I'm going to be falling out of a dress I figure I might as well go all the way. "Plus, I don't know how you walk in heels like that," Matt continued. "At least Selena wears flats." Looking down at my stilettos, it was my turn to shrug. My parents made me be a ballerina and cheerleader even when I was just a short, scrawny kid, and that builds the balance. Plus whatever Matt thinks of my height, I have nice, long legs worthy of being shown off. The fact that heels put me face-to-face with Sel is just a bonus. Totally not something I took into consideration when I picked them out. With Matt intent on my fashion sense, I decided to judge his. Those tight jeans might be ugly, but they somehow managed to be flattering on him, showing off his cute butt and, when he turned towards me, the outline of his more than ample cock. That shirt was messy and wrinkled, but it went well with the uncombed look of his hair. As much as I was loathe to admit it, he pulled the look off. I didn't know if that made him hotter or more annoying. Matt noticed me checking him out, and winked. I quickly turned away, blushing once again. Definitely hotter. "Not that I wouldn't love to stand here and discuss fashion, but hurry it up if you're interested in some fun, pretty boy. We're the ones offering you the night of your life, so we set the pace," Selena said. I mentally thanked her for changing the subject. "You got a nice ass, but me and Amber have two between us, so democracy wins." "That so? I think your math is a bit off, ladies," Matt said. "My single ass versus both yours, sure, but you forget my cock. Very important for what we have in mind. I'll let you in on a little secret: it's big enough to count for two. That makes it three to two." I shivered involuntarily, thinking about that massive member. In my hands, in my mouth, in my pussy... "That's fair, cutie," Selena said. Thankfully, she was doing a better job than me of not getting distracted. I didn't want to mess this up. "Hell, since you'll be servicing both of us, I'll double your score, make it six to two by your math." "You're very generous losers," Matt said, nodding with approval. "But really we're all winners once I finish up here. It's just gonna be another round or two." Selena sniffed. "You didn't let me finish. It's six to two by your terrible math," she said. "You didn't take into account our two pussies and four titties. That makes it eight to six, in our favor, so chug that pisswater and let's get out of here." Matt starting laughing, and I melted a little. "Not that I'm dissing your boobs, but why are they two each?" he asked. "We didn't count each ass cheek separate." "An ass is something you hold onto. It's singular," Selena said, taking on a lecturing tone. When my girl gets going, she gets going! "Each breast is its own unique experience, whether you use your hands or face or whatever. And if that doesn't do it for you, if your dick counts for double so does Amber's rack, which still puts us at seven to six." Well, I couldn't argue with her logic. They're certainly more than a handful! "Alright, alright, you girls win," Matt said, and then drained his glass. "Let's get out of here and have some fun, eh?" As we left the bar everyone was staring at the guy with a beautiful co-ed on either arm. I barely noticed them, having scored the hottest hunk there. Maybe they'd have their turn another time. We decided to go to my apartment, since it was by far the closest place. This isn't as great as it sounds, it's kind of a crappy neighborhood and the place only has two rooms plus a tiny bathroom. It's a rat hole, really, but what are you gonna do on a soon-to-be grad student's salary? When I finished closing and locking the door, Sel and Matt were already in the bedroom. As I walked in Matt was lying back on the bed, looking up and grinning at me. I returned what I hoped was a seductive smile. Selena was digging through my panty drawer, probably looking for the condoms. Well, with her occupied, it fell on me to keep our guest entertained. I quickly slipped out of my dress, not that there was much to remove, and crawled up on top of Matt, positioning my tits over his face. Reaching one arm behind my back, I released the clasp on my strapless bra and let them bounce free. His stubble felt scratchy against my boobs, but the attention his hands and mouth started giving me was heavenly. He pushed them together with his fingers, bringing both nipples within reach of his tongue, and every now and then used his thumbs to stroke them. Ignore my earlier complaints, I'd somehow forgotten why I love my huge, sensitive titties. Having a man working on them was a great reminder. Lost in the sensation, feeling my underwear soaking through, I was startled when I felt a gentle bump against my side. Looking over, I saw the box of condoms that hit me sitting on the bed, and further along I saw Selena, standing with her arms crossed, staring. "Jumping the gun, aren't we Amber? I'm nice enough to go find the rubbers, and you take the pretty boy we were going to share all for yourself," she said, tsking. Matt had stopped, so I pushed myself up on my knees and stuck my tongue out at her. "Girls, girls, there's plenty of me to go around," Matt said. "But first, I'm gonna need a little help from you. I keep thinking back to your performance earlier, so how about you kiss and make up?" Did he think we were really fighting? Well no matter, if he wanted to see us go at it a bit, it would be a fun little appetizer before the main course. Catching Sel's eye, I saw she had the same idea. Selena began taking off of her own dress and I slowly stood up and slinked over, arriving in time to help her slip it over her head. Crouching down, I pressed my breasts against her and grabbed the bottom of the dress, running my boobs up her body as I stood, pulling the hem over her head. That taken care of, off we began making out. It wasn't half as fun as what that hunk had been doing to me, but it had its charms, and as I felt Sel grasping at my ass I moved my own hands to the back of her bra and undid it. Stepping back a bit, we let it slip to the floor. After a quick glance confirmed Matt was entranced by our little show, we got back to work, gyrating to make sure our boobs kept rubbing as we sucked face. After a little more of that I started getting bored, so I broke off the kiss, crouched down a little, took one of Selena's nipples in my mouth and began sucking. God bless Sel, that moan probably turned on every guy in a three mile radius. While concentrating on the nipple I clumsily reached down and began removing her underwear, holding it steady as she slipped out. The moaning grew in intensity as I began playing with her clit, letting the wetness grow before I slipped a finger in her vagina. I kept at it for a couple minutes, sliding in and out, before I felt the tug on my shoulders that meant it was my turn. Skipping my breasts, Sel dropped to her knees as I stood back up, pulling off my panties with impressive fervor. I gasped as I felt fingers spread my labia and her tongue worked on my clit. I never really developed the taste for cunnilingus, and always felt a bit guilty about how Sel had no such hangup. I know that she doesn't really care, but it's the highlight of our routine and she's always the one who has to deliver. "Holy fucking shit," Matt said, his voice just above a whisper. Looking his way through half-closed eyes, I could see he had his pants at his knees, but was too distracted to pull them any further. My heart fluttered at the sight of his erect cock, which extended well past the end of his boxers. Not that I didn't appreciate Sel's handiwork, as evidenced by the low moans escaping my lips, but I really, really wanted to get on that penis. Some people assumed my grades meant I didn't have time for guys, but there was a reason my sisters called me "Cocky," and it wasn't because I was full of myself. As if reading my thoughts, Selena finished up and stood, winking at me. Yes, Sel, that went very well. She always acted amazed that boys got so into it, as if we weren't making their wet dreams come true. But I couldn't complain if she wanted to celebrate what was honestly her show. "Whoo! What a rush!" Matt said, his clothes finally off. "You girls should be proud of yourselves, you've come a long way today." I didn't get what he was talking about, but smiled anyway. Our boy toy just didn't seem to understand we'd done this a couple dozen times before, perfected it over the past two years. If he thought this was something we were doing for his personal enjoyment I wasn't going to correct him, but he certainly was full of himself. If still really hot. Selena didn't seem to care about his arrogance. "Thanks, pretty boy," she said. "But now it's your turn to do something. What did you have in mind?" "Well, Amber's been getting the most attention, so let's fix that," Matt said. I pouted. It wasn't my fault everyone wanted a piece of me! "Selena, sit on my face and I'll show you how a tongue really works. Amber, Little Matt is feeling a bit lonely, so maybe you could play with him?" The pout faded and I licked my lips. Finally, I'd get a taste! I sat patiently by the foot of the bed while Selena and Matt got situated, Sel leaning face forward against the wall while pretty boy slipped under her. Her gasp as he got started was my cue, and after a couple strokes to make sure he was ready, I took "Little Matt" in my mouth. I almost choked when I felt the penis hit the back of my throat, my lips barely halfway down the shaft. This had to be the biggest, longest thing I've ever had in my mouth. As I began sucking and swirling with my tongue I grabbed the rest of it with one hand, stroking at the same time. Matt was too occupied to make any sound, but I felt him shudder. It went on for a few minutes, me sucking, Matt licking and Selena groaning, one hand playing with her own breasts. Matt finished up first, and I felt a warm stickiness shoot down my throat as I quickly swallowed. A thin strand of semen ran from his tip to my lips as I pulled away, which I wiped off and licked up. I went to rinse my mouth in the bathroom, and when I walked back in Matt and Selena were just getting untangled. Lover boy had done a good job, going by Sel's vacant look and unsteady knees. Matt smiled at me as he sat up. "Gotta say, you were great Amber," he said. I felt proud. "Now, since your friend's recovering, how'd you like me to fuck you?" Was he serious? I couldn't have been even two minutes since he'd shot his load. I'd met guys with serious comeback power, but even they needed a little break first. "Don't be shy babe, I'm open for anything," he said, standing up. Somehow, Little Matt was already back at full attention. "Hate to rush, but I want to give Selena a turn too. Just tell me how you want it." I stood there, mouth hanging open, for several seconds. "Uh, doggy style, I guess," I said without thinking. "Can't remember the last time someone took me from behind." "Perfect," he said, grabbing and kissing me. As I felt his huge, hard dick against my thigh, I felt my own wetness drip down the other leg. Letting go of our embrace, I got up on the bed on all fours and stuck my ass up, quivering with anticipation. Selena staggered out to the front room; she'd never had patience for watching instead of doing. I was incredibly horny, felt like I was going to explode before my hunk could slip on a condom and get into position. But soon I felt him pushing against me from behind, and let out a long, low moan, feeling him deeper inside me than anyone had ever been before. It was incredible, and I came within the first minute, the pleasure tearing through me. I lost track of time, let alone the number of orgasms, the sounds coming out of my mouth growing louder until they were wordless screams of pleasure. My arms grew tired as I pushed back against him, rubbing my tits against the bed, but I didn't care, I just wanted to feel him thrust against my backside, over and over, faster and faster, pumping my pussy and letting me take in that enormous cock. He was stretching me beyond what I had thought possible, and when he came the pulsing brought me to climax one last time, left me weak and shivering as he pulled out. I collapsed face forward, panting. "Wow," I said, pausing as I caught my breath. "You weren't kidding when you said it counted for two." I couldn't see Matt's reaction, but I heard him chuckle. "You weren't too bad yourself. You're a natural," he said. I heard a wet snap as he pulled off his condom. "Might wanna move over, though, it's your friend's turn." He was right, of course. Little Matt was already perking right back up as Selena seductively sashayed through the doorway as if on cue. Her curves may not be big, but she worked what she had like a pro. As I staggered backwards and took a seat on the chair in the corner of the room, I watched the other way Sel used her lithe frame to her advantage. She might not have the goods like I do, but she had the flexibility of a lifelong gymnast. Watching her go at it with Matt was almost like performance art, seeing her twisting and turning and bending in ways I couldn't imagine, Matt barely able to keep up, and I absentmindedly began playing with myself. Even through my daze, I saw Matt's appreciative glances in my direction. I wasn't quite able to get off again, but when the two of them finished up and were laying on their backs, panting, I climbed onto the bed and gave Little Matt a little more attention to show how horny I still was. Pretty boy was spent, but his cock was somehow still good to go, so I took it in my hands and got back to work. Selena soon joined in on the fun, rubbing her tits against his face, and it wasn't long before Matt caught his own second wind and grabbed one of my boobs in a strong, rough hand. After a little bit of that I readjusted so he could get a finger in my pussy, and from there lost track of who was fucking who, or even when we finished up and fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning it was light out, and Matt was already gone. Pity, I would have liked to thank him for last night, but I wasn't surprised. It was obvious he was just looking for someone to shack up with from when he first approached me. I was glad to give him more than he could have ever hoped for. Sel was lying fast asleep on the other side of the bed, so I quietly got up, stretched a bit, then dug around the floor for a pair of panties and a t-shirt. Properly attired, walked out to the main room to brew some coffee. And as I stand here sipping it, I feel like a new woman. I don't know if it's from craziness of last night, the afterglow of great sex, but I feel like years of worries were washed away. Here I am, in my early 20's, just graduated top of my class, and the whole world is out there for the taking. For instance, Sel and I hadn't studied abroad like we'd hoped, but I don't start class again until August. That gives us two months to plan a trip and get out to Europe. Time is tight, but we can probably get the money out of our parents, and she'll be making plenty more once she puts her degree to use. A couple weeks backpacking with my closest friend, trying our act out on cute foreign guys, would be a great way to cap off college. Speaking of guys, I need to find myself a man. Boys like Matt are fun, sure, but I've been thinking it's time to get serious. Time to find someone thinking about the long term. I remember my sisters who studied abroad gushing about how sexy and mature European guys are, so maybe I'll get lucky and find true love overseas. I wouldn't mind a Parisian wedding. Looking out the window, taking in the morning sun, I smile. It feels good to be beautiful and young, my whole life ahead of me. I wonder what the future holds.