The days were already getting longer. It was nearly eight o’clock at night, and the sun was only just now dipping below the horizon. The California sky turned tangerine. It was stunning.

But not as stunning as Elizabeth. I heard approaching footsteps and looked up to see her dark, wavy hair caught the wind. She was dressed casually—just faded jeans and a simple zip-up cotton hoodie. No makeup that I could see (not that she needed it).

I, on the other hand, was wearing a tuxedo.

Liz’s mouth hung open in adorable confusion the instant she saw me. She turned inquisitively to Stephanie, but the buxom blonde was already hurrying back down the hill, towards her car. Sensing that she had been lured into a trap of some sort, Liz gave me a wry smile. “Ian, what’s going on?”

“I asked Stephanie to lure you here. What did she tell you was up here?”

“Her purse. She said she left it here last night on her date with Simon.”

“Yeah, well, Stephanie’s a good actress.”

Liz laughed. She walked over to take a look at the spread I’d laid out: picnic blankets, cheese and crackers, and strawberry wine (Liz had gone nuts over that Deana Carter Song when it had come out a year or two earlier).

In the distance, we could hear the cheers coming from the baseball stadium at the base of the hill. Finally, with a bit of a blush in her cheeks, Liz gave me an appreciative hug.

“Is there some… special occasion?” she asked nervously.

“I want you to go to prom with me.”

“Ian, I—“

“I know, I know. You already told Josh Perfect-face you’d go with him.”

“Peterson.”

“Right. And I feel like a dick asking a girl to prom after another guy’s already invited her.”

“Ian—“

“But HE’s not in love with you.”

Her eyes went wide, utterly sidelined by what I’d said. A gust of wind blasted her hair across her face. She didn’t even notice. I gingerly brushed it back in place.

“Sorry,” I laughed. “Didn’t count on the wind being quite so crazy up here. What was I saying, again?”

Her voice sounded far away: “You said… he’s not in love with me.”

“He’s not. And I am. And not just in the obvious ways, either. I mean, sure, you’re a good person, and a good friend, and a gorgeous woman, but—I love everything about you. I love the sound of your voice, your adorable little hands…”

I took her hands in mine and kissed them for emphasis—

“And you do this thing to me when you smile. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like—it’s like I’ve been sitting in the dark all day, and somebody just switched on the lights.”

As if on cue, she smiled and lit up my world.

“Look, Liz—I know what you’re thinking, because I’m thinking the same thing. That it’s gonna suck big-time when we have to go away to college.”

She nodded.

“But, here’s the thing: down the road, looking back, it’s gonna suck more not knowing what we could have had.”

Liz looked into my eyes, her mind reeling. Not saying a word. It probably only lasted a few seconds, but those few seconds dragged on like a biblical epoch. I would have given anything to know what she was thinking. Finally, she opened her mouth to speak—

Then she changed her mind and just kissed me.

That first kiss was desperate, impatient, overwhelmed. It tasted like fire when it hit my lips. But the SECOND kiss… That was what clinched it. It was the kind of kiss you dream about your whole life, waiting for that one perfect moment, when you get to use it.

The kind of kiss that changes you.

“I love you, too,” she said.

We fell onto the picnic blankets, savoring each ecstatic moment in each other’s arms until that tangerine sky was stained black. The cheers from the distant baseball game seemed, in some way, for us.

The night air turned chilly, but we were the furthest thing from cold. I rolled on top of her, slowly unzipped her hoodie, and slid it off her body, revealing a simple brown tank top with flowers embroidered across the neckline. My mouth traced its way down her neck, to her shoulder, gently brushing aside both the shirt strap and bra-strap as I went.

With a deep, happy smile, Liz urged off my tuxedo coat and fumbled with the buttons on my vest.

I pulled down the straps on her other shoulder rather more forcefully, causing the tops of her breasts to spill into view. My mouth dropped accordingly, lovingly kissing the soft swells of flesh as my hand slid up beneath her back, to the catch of her bra. Liz arched her back, pressing her chest into my face and allowing me access to snap the clasp.

She finished with my vest buttons and got started on my shirt.

Tenderly, I continued kissing my way down the expanse of Liz’s bosom, using my teeth to drag the neckline of her shirt down those final few inches. Her huge, gorgeous tits were released into the night air.

My tongue found her delicious gumdrop nipples, and Liz forgot all about the buttons on my shirt. She threw back her head with a moan and impatiently squeezed the warm bulge between my legs. I grunted in approval, never taking my mouth from her breasts. She finally managed to sneak her hand inside my fly to caress my naked cock.

Our lips still locked together, Liz and I sat up on the blankets and playfully discarded the rest of each other’s clothing. Naked as the day we were born, I took a moment to drink in every detail of Elizabeth’s incredibly sexy body, from the wine-dark nipples on her succulent breasts, to the delicately trimmed curls of hair between her legs, to the way her bright green eyes gazed longingly at my own body…

Liz pushed me down onto the blankets and lowered her soft, pouty lips over my shaft. She washed me with kisses, giving me the most loving blowjob I could have ever imagined. I tangled my fingers up in her long, wavy hair and closed my eyes, luxuriating in the pleasure of it. A pair of awesome breasts pressed down onto my thighs each time Liz bobbed her head, those yummy nipples of hers fully erect as they rubbed along my skin.

There was a familiar gleam in her eye as she lifted her lips off of me, scooted forwards slightly, and wrapped my rigid cock in the loving embrace of her cleavage. Full, ripe tits pumped up and down the length of me, threatening to make me come—

Not yet!

With all my willpower, I pushed Elizabeth’s body off of mine and caught my breath for a moment.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, this is amazing,” I answered with a smirk. “I just want to make sure this moment lasts as long as it can. Come here.”

At my urging, Liz climbed onto my lap and we embraced—my arms wrapped snugly around her waist, her arms wrapped snugly around my shoulders. Like we were slow-dancing sitting down. Her tits mashed against my bare chest and my wet, glistening erection pointed straight up, trapped between our naked bodies. As we kissed, Liz pressed herself against me, rubbing the soft curls of her pubic hair against my cock.

When we finally broke apart for air, my hands couldn’t help themselves—they squeezed her breasts in awe.

“You have the most incredible boobs,” I sighed. “I swear they’ve actually gotten bigger.”

“That’s ‘cause they have.”

I took my eyes off her chest and met her naughty expression with a questioning eyebrow.

“I’m on the pill now,” she laughed, mussing my hair. “I went up a whole cup size.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I had to buy all new bras. Me and Steph can’t share them anymore.”

“No, I mean, you’re really on the pill?”

“Ever since Spring Break. As soon as I got back home, I knew I was done with being a virgin.”

My breath caught in my throat when she said that. My heart machine-gunned inside my chest. I kissed her fiercely on the lips.

“I want you so bad,” she moaned.

I laid her down onto the picnic blanket and kissed her again, gently resting the head of my penis against her naked slit, soaking it in her warm arousal. There was the tiniest glimmer of fear in her eyes, so I asked:

“Are you sure?”

The sound of my voice melted that last bit of fear into a loving smile, and Elizabeth pulled my ear beside her lips to whisper, “Let’s have sex.”

I pushed the tip in, and she sighed.

I pushed the head in, and she moaned.

A sheen of happy tears coated her eyes, and we kissed tenderly as I slid myself the rest of the way inside. A surge of pure joy shot through us both.

Not four months ago, Elizabeth had shaken like a leaf when I’d touched her breasts. Now I was actually inside her. I was making love to her. And I couldn’t believe how perfect it felt.

Her pale breasts flushed a dark pink. Our skin burned on contact.

“Oh God,” she sighed, her breaths coming quicker now. I suckled her swollen nipples, pushed myself back into her, and she came. Her first orgasm from sex. It was a beautiful sight.

After a few minutes of mumbling and moaning, Elizabeth regained her senses enough to kiss me. I told her that I loved her, thrilling at the sound of the word as it passed my lips.

I started to pull out, but she fiercely held me back.

“I want more,” she groaned, desperately trying to catch her breath. “I want to have sex with you in every… possible… position…”

The lust in her breathing drove me wild, and I promptly rolled us both back into a sitting position, her straddling my lap, me buried deep inside her. I shoved my hands beneath her soft, healthy buttocks and lifted her up, gently bouncing her body on mine.

“Oh yeah…” she moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting her chest against my face. I picked up the pace, devouring my lover’s massive tits until she came a second time.

We tried doggie-style next, where I found to my great delight that her swinging breasts made excellent handholds when I entered her from behind. Liz’s dark, wavy hair fell across her face while she desperately held onto the picnic blanket.

Then we did it with her on top—by far my favorite position in terms of the view. That bouncing bosom completely filled my field of vision.

I knew my defenses were crumbling. The snug warmth of her around me grew positively unbearable. Elizabeth saw it in my eyes, and she tenderly caressed my face, bringing me in for a final kiss—

In the distance, fireworks lit up the sky above the baseball game. My lover’s naked curves, so beautiful in the starlight, now flashed dazzlingly into view amid explosions of red and gold. Our hips crashed madly together, our cries muffled beneath feverish kisses. So hot, so wet, so tight…

I came inside of her, the relief of it rushing through my entire body. My head spun, my vision blurred, and I held her in my arms—Elizabeth, the woman I loved. We came together while the sky caught fire.

An hour later, we were on our way back to my car at the bottom of the hill.

“So… I take that as a yes? About prom?” I asked.

“What do you think?”

“I think I’ve suddenly gone from being jealous of Josh Peterson to feeling really sorry for him.”

“Ian, he’s GAY. Josh just asked me to go as a friend after Stephanie told me you were for sure not gonna ask.”

“He’s gay?”

“Keep it to yourself, okay? He doesn’t want anyone to know.”

I burst out laughing at my own stupidity.

For the first time in memory, I slept like a baby.

From that night forward, Elizabeth and I were officially a couple, with all the bewildering euphoria that came pre-packaged with young love. I was so caught up with the excitement of the moment, I didn’t even realize that, for the first time in almost a year, I was no longer fantasizing about the other girls. My constant, unbearable urge to sleep with all of my friends had miraculously disappeared.

Okay, maybe that’s not entirely true, but for the most part my every sexual thought was now directed at my girlfriend.

One day, I started to give Corrine a backrub—as I had millions of times before—only to realize that I was just giving her a backrub. Not as an excuse to caress the shape of her body, and not a backrub with the hope of it leading to sex.

Just a backrub. It was actually kind of a relief. The end of an era. At long last, after months of lusting, and teasing, and confusion, my friends and my sex life became completely separate things.

With one exception.

As expected, neither Amy nor Corrine had trouble finding prom dates.

Amy asked some cute guy named Kyle that she knew from her judo class at the YMCA. He had one of those chiseled Abercrombie bodies and dark, super-intense eyes. The way she tells the story, she pinned him to the mat in some sort of monster joint-lock and wouldn’t let him up until he agreed to go to prom with her (as if he needed any encouragement). The next day, Amy regaled us all with the steamy details of the sex they’d had in the sauna once their class got out.

Corrine’s date actually asked me for permission first, which I thought was all kinds of strange—especially considering the fact that the guy was Jake Freeman, varsity linebacker extraordinaire. He took me aside one day, uncharacteristically nervous, and stuttered, “Hey, Ian—are you and Corrine—I mean, I know you guys are friends and all, but are you—I mean, is she single? Just ‘cause, I didn’t, like, know if she had a date yet for prom, and I heard she might be going with you, but…”

In a surreal way, it was actually charming watching one of the most popular guys in school wringing his hands like he was asking for my daughter’s hand in marriage. Of course, Jake wasn’t your typical “popular jock.” Up until the 10th grade, Jake had been “The Fat Kid” in every class. I guess he’d finally had enough of it, because he basically locked himself in the weight room for eight months and emerged as the pride of our football team. But the sudden popularity never went to his head, and beneath Jake’s absurdly broad shoulders he was still that same genial, good-natured guy he’d always been.

He was also totally Corrine’s type: tall, handsome, and covered with muscle. I told him he’d be crazy not to ask her.

After she said yes, Jake sought me out and picked me up off the ground in a bear hug of appreciation.

Two weeks later, after we’d all dropped a ton of money on clothes, a limo, and a half dozen hotel rooms, prom night finally arrived.

And absolutely everything went wrong.

First, the “Steph-tastrophe.” I wasn’t there, I didn’t see it, but I showed up in the chaotic aftermath to discover that, through some bizarre accident involving a straightening iron and a paper towel, Stephanie’s hairdo had caught on fire. All of the other girls—Talia, Rachel, Corry, Amy, and Elizabeth—were running around frantically, trying to fix the situation.

By the time the girls were finally ready, we were way behind schedule. With only minutes left for photographs, our parents rushed to capture lifelong memories on film, shouting at us from all directions. It felt like being lined up before some crazed, incompetent firing squad. We didn’t get a single usable photo of the group.

When we got in the limo, we discovered that the air-conditioner was busted, and by the time we arrived at prom we were all covered in sweat—broiled by the summer heat.

Still, once we actually started dancing, everyone had a lot of fun. It didn’t hurt that my cadre of female friends all looked so unbelievably sexy it was practically criminal. I made a point of ogling each and every one of them at various points during the night, backing up the beautiful memories to my mental hard drive.

Elizabeth outshone all her friends. Her dress was dark red, with braided ribbons laced around the chest to accentuate her incredible rack. The expanse of cleavage that greeted me was so irresistible I had to fight down the urge to rip off the delicate spaghetti straps holding the whole thing up and just ravish her right there on the dance floor. I liked the dress so much, in fact, all I could think of was getting her out of it.

I was already half hard when Stephanie cut in for a dance.

Despite the hair-burning craziness that had started her evening, Stephanie wound up looking terrific. Elizabeth had swooped in and saved the day with a pair of scissors—slicing off the charred remains of Steph’s golden ringlets and giving her BFF an adorable pixie haircut.

For her dress, Stephanie had gone for a “princess” motif, with ruffles in the skirt and shimmering beading across her substantial bust. A baby blue gown to match her bright blue eyes.

It felt embarrassingly nice wrapping my arms around Steph’s voluptuous body. A quick glance over my shoulder showed our respective dates, Elizabeth and Simon, enjoying each other’s embrace just as much as we were. I even caught Liz surreptitiously leaning back in Simon’s arms to give him a better view of her tits. Sneaky.

Relationship or no relationship, I couldn’t help but enjoy the way Stephanie’s eyes twinkled at me as we danced. I leaned in to give her a soft kiss on the cheek and asked, “Are you excited about tonight? About finally going all the way with Simon?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve never been so horny in my life!”

I flashed back to the night, not so long ago, when I had held Stephanie close to my body, watching her climax with me buried deep inside of her. I loved Elizabeth, but Stephanie would always be my first. She’d shown me both the bliss of sexual discovery, and the enormous emotional consequences that went along with it.

A few songs later, it was Amy who came over and politely asked to borrow me for a dance. Once again, Liz didn’t seem to mind the interruption, as it meant she got to spend a dance snuggling up against Kyle’s chiseled six-pack.

Amy’s dress was pure sex. Dark purple material tied behind her neck and poured down over her large, braless breasts. Except for the fiery red hair cascading past her shoulders, Amy’s back was completely naked to the waist, where the fabric was thin enough that I could easily see the firm contours of her amazingly firm ass.

Amy may have called the sex between us “casual,” but that didn’t begin to describe it. Over the past year, Amy had been both my friend and teacher, first whipping my ass into shape and then helping me find confidence as a man, and as a lover.

I gave her ass a quick little squeeze, for old time’s sake, and realized:

“Amy, are you naked under there?”

In reply, she gave a suggestive “shush,” then turned and slowly ground her ass against my crotch, twisting her head around to kiss my neck until the song ended.

By the time Liz was back in my arms, she laughed at how red my cheeks had gotten.

“Wow,” she said, “Looks like somebody’s enjoying being the center of attention, tonight. How come nobody’s asking ME to dance?”

A few songs later, Rachel did just that. She walked up to us and told my date, “You look really beautiful tonight.”

The compliment earned Rachel a few minutes swaying cheek-to-cheek with Liz.

Meanwhile, I consoled myself by dancing with Talia, who had draped her supermodel figure in an elegant, one-shoulder black dress, accentuated by dazzling silver jewelry and elbow-length black gloves. I know it’s an odd thing to fixate on, but that one bare shoulder looked so unbelievably sexy I couldn’t resist planting a kiss there while we danced.

Talia had shattered my preconceptions about what love really meant. Through her, I’d learned that love wasn’t property, to be given away and owned by another. Love was energy, hiding invisibly between the molecules in the air. And, like energy, it couldn’t be created or destroyed, no matter how much we tried.

Elizabeth finally returned to me, leaving Talia’s date with a big, shit-eating grin on her face. Rachel may have loved Talia, but there was no question she had the hots for Liz. Who could blame her?

When another slow song started up, Corrine headed our way—

“Hey, Ian…” she started.

“Dammit!” Liz laughed, “Am I gonna get to dance with my own prom date at all tonight?”

Corrine blushed and just whispered, “Okay, maybe the next one then.”

Fifteen minutes later, Corrine and Jake made their way back over to us. Liz gave me a deep, incredibly hot kiss, and then dutifully passed me off to her friend.

Corrine had shown up for prom in a full-blown Jessica Rabbit costume: tight, slinky red fabric, with a sexy slit that went up the thigh. The exaggerated sweetheart neckline cupped her two best assets and held them up proudly, so all the world could appreciate the view.

DAMN that girl had big tits.

I caught myself grinning. A year ago, I was terrified of Corrine. It took supreme effort to screw up enough courage to speak in her presence. Because of her looks, I’d placed her on a pedestal. But she had been the one to show me just how stupid that kind of thinking was. Corrine wasn’t some otherworldly goddess, she was just Corry. My friend. After I got to know her, no pretty girl would ever intimidate me again.

“Hey Ian?” she whispered, “I’m really glad I agreed to be in your horror movie.”

“Me too.”

She planted a delicate kiss on my cheek, squeezing her enormous bosom against me in the process. Then the song ended and we returned to our dates.

After dancing with so many gorgeous babes, I was anxious to leave. I hungrily kissed Liz on the lips, not caring if we made a scene. When I finally pulled my mouth away, we were both shivering with arousal in each other’s embrace.

I don’t recall much about the ride to the hotel. I recall the feeling of Elizabeth’s thighs straddling my lap while she smashed her lips against mine. I recall the sounds of frenzied kissing and moaning all around me. I recall Amy’s bare breasts spilling out of her dress as she dry-humped poor Kyle to within an inch of his life. And I recall watching out of the corner of my eye while Corrine took Jake Freeman’s hand and placed it encouragingly on her glorious chest.

Our horny little group was ready to rip each other’s clothes off by the time the limo dropped us off for the night.

Then Murphy’s Law came back to fuck with us all one final time.

“No, FIVE rooms! Five! We already paid the deposit!”

Amy was screaming at the top of her lungs, her beautiful red hair a frizzy disaster after all the making out. I would have thought she looked hilarious, if I wasn’t every bit as pissed as she was.

The hotel receptionist was obviously mortified.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know what to tell you all. Somehow these rooms got booked twice. We only have one vacancy, at the moment.”

Then it was Stephanie’s turn to blow her cool: “This is our prom night! Prom! Do you know what that means?!”

“I’ll refund your credit cards the full amount for your rooms. Perhaps you could find another hotel?”

But our limo driver had already left, and none of us had cash on-on hand for a taxi.

We were left with two options: call our parents and have them pick us up, or make do with one hotel room. One room for ten people. Not exactly much opportunity for the privacy we all wanted.

I looked around at the angry, dejected faces of my friends; at the disappointment in Liz’s eyes—

“Screw it,” I finally said to the group, “We’re all friends, right? We’ll just turn the lights out.”

The suggestion caught everybody by surprise, but, one by one, they all nodded in agreement. Jake hesitated the longest, but then he stole a quick glance at his date’s neckline and muttered his assent.

The room had one queen-size bed, and one fold-out couch. For the other three couples, the hotel was able to provide us with mattresses to put on the floor. Calling it cramped would have been a joke; we were all literally inches away from each other.

A game of rock-paper-scissors in the elevator put me and Elizabeth on the couch, Amy and Kyle on the bed, and everyone else on the floor around us. Other than that, no one said a word. The room stayed silent as we got ready for bed. All the nervous energy in the air had paralyzed our vocal chords. My mouth went dry with anticipation.

Rachel and the guys stripped down to our underwear and climbed under the covers of our respective beds, eagerly waiting for our lovely dates to join us—but the girls had one more surprise in store before the big moment.

Apparently, while they were out shopping for their prom dresses together, Liz, Talia, Corrine, Amy, and Stephanie had all splurged and bought themselves something sexy to wear for us when they got back to the hotel. They hadn’t intended to parade these outfits in front of everyone, but circumstances being what they were, it was everyone or no one.

They all changed clothes in the confines of our room’s single bathroom, emerging one at a time to join their dates in bed:

Corrine came out wearing sheer red panties and a matching bra, which tied behind her neck and did absolutely nothing to support her enormous, bouncing melons.

“Somebody pinch me,” Jake whispered as she snuggled up in his muscular arms. Corry pinched him on the nipple.

Amy went way out of character, wearing a sweetly virginal white satin basque that pushed up her tits and came to a stop just above her toned naval. When she hopped up onto the bed beside Kyle, I got an eyeful of the frilly white panties hugging her ass.

I couldn’t believe my luck when Elizabeth walked out wearing a black silk babydoll, held together with a loose bow between her breasts. A tad self-conscious to have everyone staring at her in such a revealing outfit, Liz gave a silly little curtsy and hurriedly got under the covers with me.

“You like it?” she asked.

“Mmm,” I answered, pulling her in for a kiss and reveling in the sensation of that silk against my skin. She had been thoughtful enough to wear a g-string, giving my hands instant access to her bare butt cheeks.

Stephanie emerged from the bathroom wearing a baby blue lace bra and panty set, complete with garter straps and thigh-high stockings. A faux-pearl pendant hung from her neck, dipping down into the cleavage between those big pink boobs. She joined Simon on the floor, right beside the couch where Liz and I were snuggling.

The last one out of the bathroom was Talia, who looked so fetching in her satin teddy that Rachel let out a wolf-whistle.

“Sleep tight, you guys,” Talia smirked. Then she switched off the lights and crawled into bed with her lover.

After all that visual stimulation, the pitch darkness was an unexpected thrill. Every sound in the room—every whispered breath, every rustling blanket, every delicate kiss—had an erotic charge to it. I could only imagine what all my friends were doing to each other’s bodies.

For my part, I was content to spend a long while just kissing Elizabeth, occasionally fondling the fullness of her boobs through the silk. Gradually, the heated breathing in the room around us turned to moans of pleasure as six beautiful women enjoyed the attentions of their lovers.

On the ground beside me, I heard Stephanie whisper the word, “Now,” followed by the sound of a long, satisfied sigh as Simon slid himself inside her for the very first time.

Instinctively, I dropped my mouth to the bow between Liz’s breasts and pulled it loose with my teeth. Her skimpy babydoll fell open and her huge tits tumbled free, right in my face. An instant later, my mouth had enveloped one of her engorged nipples, and our hands were rubbing furiously against each other’s crotches.

Liz was the hottest and wettest she’d ever been in her life. I slid my thumb beneath her soaked g-string and teased her until she was boiling. Unable to bear it a moment longer, the two of us tore off our underwear and I pinned her to the bed, slowly plunging the entirety of myself into her with a single, long push.

Our cries joined the chorus as my hips urged forward again and again, our skin clapping together. Liz rolled us over, bouncing up and down on my burning cock, grabbing my hands and crushing them against her boobs.

We no longer cared about being quiet. Everyone in the room was groaning and screaming at the top of their lungs as our combined pleasure neared a crescendo. The wet sounds of sex filled the air—

Then Talia turned the lights on.

For a second, everybody froze mid-coitus, unsure what to do. But we were all too close to orgasm to stop for long. Guy and girl alike, none of us could help ourselves from checking out the other couples while we fucked:

Now buck naked, Talia and Rachel reclined against the wall beside the light switch, grinning devilishly as they watched the rest of us, madly fingering one another.

A few inches to my left was Stephanie, finally having sex with Simon after months of unbearable build-up. She rode her boyfriend’s cock like a merry-go-round, her fabulous tits so close to my hands it took all my willpower not to reach out and squeeze them.

Amy and Kyle were by far the most athletic, fighting for breath as they fucked in the spooning position with machine gun speed. He had one hand frigging her clit and one hand tweaking her nipples.

Jake just looked overwhelmed by it all as he fucked Corrine doggy-style in the corner of the room. Her eyes met mine as her lover pulled out his thick cock, then thrust it back inside, gripping her hips with his strong hands. Her exceptionally large breasts shook and shuddered with each push.

Everywhere around us, people started coming. Talia came so hard she actually smacked the back of her head against the wall. Stephanie screamed her heart out, her nude body collapsing onto Simon’s as he erupted between her legs. Corrine let out a climactic, “Yes!” and Jake, his work finally done, scooped up her tits in his palms and let himself explode. As soon as Amy’s orgasmic convulsions subsided, Kyle pulled out of her, rolled the girl onto her stomach, and blasted his seed all over her beautiful ass.

Elizabeth and I were both so close, we didn’t even notice Rachel until she was right beside us, gazing lustfully at my lover’s body. Talia stood behind her, pressing her curves against Rachel’s back while reaching around and frigging the girl’s clit.

“Go on,” Talia cooed.

Rachel extended her shaking hand to Elizabeth’s chest and gently stroked the curves she so admired.

My lover moaned and Rachel grew bolder, passionately kneading and squeezing those soft breasts. I could see from the fire in Rachel’s eyes that this had been a particularly powerful fantasy of hers. Now that it was finally being fulfilled, she couldn’t control herself. Just a few seconds after touching Elizabeth, Rachel went off like a gun, gasping for air.

I promptly blew my load into Elizabeth—who was so near her own climax that the spastic thrusting of my hips sent her screaming over the finish line.

For maybe the next ten minutes, the ten of us just lay there, not saying a word. Then Amy sat up and shouted, “That was so hot!”

The whole room burst out laughing.

With the awkwardness broken, the girls all made trips to the bathroom to clean up while the guys stayed in bed, recovering our strength. Talia strolled back over to the light switch, brazenly naked in front of us.

“What do you say, guys? Lights on or off?”

We all still felt a bit self-conscious about the whole thing, but by that point we really had nothing left to hide from one another. Our answer was a nervous, but unanimous, “On.”

Stephanie and Simon were the first couple to get back into action. They’d both waited so long to have sex, nothing on heaven or earth was going to keep them apart any longer, including an audience. Steph climbed onto his lap and the two of them started a nice, slow fuck from a sitting position.

The panorama view of naked, busty females got all the guys hard again in record time. Corrine practically attacked Jake, licking and groping his muscles while fisting his thick erection. Talia and Rachel contented themselves to 69’ing one another off to the side.

Amy and Kyle… were just talking; whispering about something or other. Kyle eventually shrugged his approval, and then they climbed down off the bed and made their way over to Corrine and Jake.

Corrine pulled herself away from her man, confused by the interruption. Amy whispered something to them, and whatever she said, they both turned beat-red.

Corrine looked from Amy, to Jake, and back again, before nervously nodding her head.

“Okay,” she breathed.

The rest of the room was stunned into silence as Amy crawled forward on all fours and took Jake’s penis into her mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head, and I knew from personal experience what grade-A service the guy was receiving.

Corrine pulled Jake’s face to hers for a hungry kiss, her hands happily employed rubbing his muscular chest while her giant tits mashed against him. Kyle lined himself up behind Amy and pushed inside of her until she was moaning through the meat of Jake’s cock.

It was quite a show.

I watched Elizabeth’s eyes as they drifted over to where Stephanie was desperately fucking at our side. I looked as well, and realized that Liz wasn’t staring at her BFF–she was staring at Simon.

She was staring at Simon, and he was staring at her.

I felt a moment’s jealousy, but I quickly pushed it aside, given the circumstances. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been ogling my share of the other girls. After Spring Break—after all those nights with us watching them and them watching us—it was pretty obvious that a good amount of sexual tension had built up between Stephanie’s boyfriend and my girlfriend.

Liz was writhing with horniness beneath my body. I flashed back to my threesome with Rachel and Talia, to the way Rachel was willing to do whatever it took to fulfill her lover’s fantasies…

“You can touch him, if you like,” I whispered. Elizabeth’s eyes went wide.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. But just tonight. Just because it’s prom.”

It was the least I could do, considering how often Liz had been forced to share me over the past several weeks.

She rewarded me with an electrifying kiss, told me she loved me, and then delicately lowered herself off the couch. She snuggled her gloriously nude body up against Simon’s back and planted a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

“Ohhh…” Simon sighed, his head spinning. With Stephanie still bouncing up and down on his lap, Simon leaned back into Elizabeth’s embrace, returning her kisses.

Seeing Stephanie’s lovely pink bosom going unattended, I reached out and cupped one against my palm. It had been months since I’d groped those tits, and they felt just as amazing as ever. With Steph on the floor and me on the couch, her mouth was literally inches away from my neglected cock. She lowered her plump, movie star lips around me and started sucking.

The situation was surreal, as if a red haze had filled the room and turned us all into different people. On the floor beside me, I heard Elizabeth yelp in surprise and looked down to see Simon reaching back behind him, slipping two of his fingers into her cunt. She quickly melted into his attentions, grazing her fingernails across his nipple as he fingered her.

Suddenly, I felt the couch sag down a bit, and I spun to see Corrine settling her naked body next to mine. My eyes lit up at the sight of her, and, predictably, I went right for her tits. Oh, those glorious tits.

For a long while, I enjoyed fondling the warmth and weight of each breast, before letting my hands travel across the hourglass curve of her hip, with a quick stop-over on her nicely-shaped ass, eventually settling against the slick wet groove between her legs.

Corry and I kissed excitedly as familiar moans and screams began to fill the room. Near the door, Rachel and Talia had moved on from their lesbian 69 to what looked like a very awkward scissor position—but it must have pressed all the right buttons because after a minute or so they both came like crazy.

Over in the corner of the room, Jake burst in Amy’s mouth, blowing a huge load that, combined with the sheer amount of cock she was stuffing in there, was too much for her to swallow. Gobs of it dribbled out of her lips. As Kyle’s hips slammed again and again against Amy’s perfect ass, his own orgasm overtook him, and he roughly wrapped his fingers around her slender throat as he came inside her.

The sheer naughtiness of simultaneously sucking and fucking Jake and Kyle drove Amy into the longest, loudest orgasm of the night. In retrospect, I guess that made her the winner. But I was honestly less focused on her and more focused on what Stephanie was doing to my cock.

I could tell from the stilted pace of Stephanie’s blowjob that she was getting close as well. Simon was really pounding away at her, pushed into overdrive by the added stimulation of Elizabeth moaning in his ear. Steph finally had to pull her mouth off of me, screaming as her body was rocked by a massive climax.

She rolled off of Simon and started frantically jacking him off.

With one lover satisfied, Simon immediately switched his full focus to Elizabeth, fingering her clit as fast as he could. Moaning, Liz reached out and grasped hold of his penis, stroking the lucky bastard in tandem with Stephanie.

The sight was driving me crazy, so I took all that anxious energy and re-directed it at Corrine.

I rolled onto her tall, curvaceous body, spread her toned, sexy legs, and pushed myself inside her hot, wet slit. She threw her arms behind her head to brace against the back of the couch while I thrust forward. Strands of the girl’s golden hair fell in a mess across her face.

My hands fell onto her breasts, holding on for dear life while they bounced and jiggled.

To my side, I had a perfect view of Simon’s fingers rubbing Elizabeth’s slippery cunt. With a raspy cry of, “Yes!” she pulled Simon’s face to her heaving bosom—he sucked in her nipple—

They both came. Simon’s climax flowed like lava over Stephanie and Elizabeth’s fingers.

As soon as Simon’s pleasure subsided, he dropped onto the floor, comically exhausted. Liz and Stephanie gave him a grateful, naked hug, and then—to my great delight—they both climbed onto the sofa bed and started licking me. Stephanie’s soft pink breasts rubbed up and down my arm.

Before I even realized it, Corrine was climaxing, her moans shaking the whole bed beneath us. Soon as her breathing returned to normal, I pulled out and turned to Elizabeth:

“Get on top of her so I can fuck you some more.”

My girlfriend blushed with desire as she obeyed, settling herself face-down down atop Corrine’s stacked body. The fullness of their massive tits squashed together.

I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down across their pussies, one on top of the other, and then gave Elizabeth a playful smack on the ass as I drove myself inside her. My balls slapped against Corrine’s warm cunt with each thrust.

Stephanie suddenly launched herself into my arms. I groped her tits and kissed her full on the lips while fucking her best friend doggie-style on the bed.

Having recovered from her intense orgasm with Rachel, Talia snuggled up beside us as well, erotically caressing both Elizabeth and myself as our bodies crashed together. Her tongue swirled around my exposed nipple. I released one of Stephanie’s lovely tits and slid my free hand between Talia’s legs to diddle her clit.

The couch was already absurdly crowded when Amy joined the party. On wobbly legs, she hobbled her naked body across the room and grabbed hold of my butt, rubbing her tits up and down my back. Desperate for air, I pulled my mouth from Stephanie’s, my head spinning. I looked down at my girlfriend, her lips a fraction of an inch from Corrine’s…

“Kiss her,” I moaned.

They both gave into the moment and mashed their lips together, groaning into each other’s mouths…

I tried to stay focused on what I was doing, but there were way too many distractions: Talia licking my nipple, Amy groping my ass, Stephanie kissing my throat while I juggled her massive tits, my balls smacking against Corrine’s pussy while she passionately Frenched my girlfriend—

And Elizabeth. Beautiful Liz, the girl I loved. She grabbed hold of her own breasts and rubbed them against Corrine’s, stimulating those super-sensitive nipples of hers. All my sexy friends, with me at the same time. A fantasy come true –

Elizabeth tensed—her beautiful face showing a sudden, exquisite climax—

“Fuck!” I screamed.

I exploded, coming inside her until it hurt.

Graduation was kind of underwhelming after that.

As far as I was concerned, high school culminated on prom Night. It climaxed when I did. And, though none of us realized it at the time, it was also the beginning of the end for our little group. There was no great falling out, no dramatic schism of loyalties, really no negative feelings whatsoever. We all still loved each other, in one way or another. Whatever force caused us to drift apart, I couldn’t tell you.

But after that night, the chemistry somehow changed. What had once been a gang of six single friends became a collection of couples. Corrine even started dating Jake, leaving Amy as the lone remaining member of our group not in a committed relationship.

At the same time, an unexpected side-effect of graduating meant the end of us seeing each other every day in class or during lunch. Hanging out together required us to arrange get-togethers, and the erratic schedules of our summer retail jobs made it nearly impossible to pin down everyone in the same place at the same time.

Still, that summer was amazing. One of the best times of my life. I spent every free minute with at least one of my incredible friends, and all the while my relationship with Elizabeth continued to get more and more intense. Sometimes frighteningly so.

Knowing it was all going to end soon made every experience sweeter and more vibrant, though there was an undeniable pang of desperation there as well. Every afternoon spent sitting around by myself meant one less afternoon with my friends. One less afternoon with the woman I was falling horribly in love with.

The other couples figured their shit out way before we did: Rachel and Talia were going to Berkely together, meaning they had nothing to worry about. Simon and Stephanie had agreed to try the long-distance thing, with the hope that he would be able to transfer to her school after a semester or two of junior college. Corry and Jake, much as they liked each other, were keeping things pretty casual and both knew that their relationship was just a summer thing.

It wasn’t like Liz and I avoided the issue. We talked constantly about what we were going to do at summer’s end. Breaking up was unthinkable, but so was the alternative of a long-distance love. We even discussed one of us transferring after a semester, but her transcript wouldn’t get her to MIT, and I’d be seriously cheating myself out of career choices going to a state school. More often then not, these impossible discussions ended in tears and passionate love-making, leaving us more confused then ever.

It was actually pretty fucked-up, now that I think about it, but then so is the human heart. In any case, the month of August inexorably reared his ugly head, regardless of what we did or said to each other.

One by one, they left. First Stephanie, then Amy, then Talia and Rachel. Each departure bringing tears and hugs all around. Solace in the arms of our remaining friends. We all joked that it was like surviving a slasher film, our friends being bumped off one by one.

Frankly, it was too horrible for words. Elizabeth and I finally came to the miserable decision that we would call it quits at the end of the summer. We were just teenagers, weren’t we? Seemingly every person we turned to for advice helpfully informed us that it would be a mistake for us to stay together. Who were we to argue with the entire world?

Then came the awful day of my flight to Massachusetts. Elizabeth had promised to help me pack, but when we started loading up the suitcases, she broke down and simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.

“What are we going to do?!” she cried.

I tried to take her in my arms, but she angrily shrugged me off. With heavy heart, I asked, “What do you want to do?”

“Not this! Anything but this.”

I felt an awful tightening in my guts. The air in the room was choking me. I thought about all the rational, intelligent reasons we were breaking up, but as I tried to mouth the words, I realized they weren’t my own. So instead, I surprised us both by saying, “Then we won’t.”

Elizabeth looked up at me with wet, confused eyes.

“I don’t want to do this either,” I continued, the air around me suddenly breathable once more. “I don’t want to lose you, even if it means trying to do this thing long-distance. We’ll figure it out. Somehow, we’ll make it work.”

She brightened at my words, laughing through her tears. “Okay,” she finally managed. Then she hugged me and kissed me and helped me finish packing. A sudden surge of giddiness lifted us off the ground, just as surely as if we’d been filled with helium.

I tore off her shirt and we made passionate love one last time before I had to leave.

The plane sat on the tarmac for 25 minutes, during which time a million thoughts raced through my head. That’s like, 40,000 thoughts per minute, if you do the math. More than I could handle.

What if I don’t go to MIT at all? What if I just got off the plane right now? What if I ran back through the gate and scooped Elizabeth up in my arms and asked her to marry me? That’s what would happen if I was in a romantic comedy! That’s what I would do.

That’s what I would do if this wasn’t real life.

The plane’s wheels left the ground and I was shocked back into the moment. It was really, finally over. My life, as I knew it. The last remnants of the old me, left behind on that tarmac. I was on my way to college.

I swore to myself I would do whatever it took to make things work out with Liz, no matter how hard it would be. She was worth it. We were worth it. If we both got decent part-time jobs, and scrimped and saved every penny for air fare… maybe we might just pull it off.

Maybe we could beat the odds that tormented every long-distance relationship.

Twelve months ago, I would have been scared to even talk to a girl like Elizabeth. Now, I couldn’t help but think about the future I hoped to share with her. I was a new man. All thanks to my girls.

Corrine…

Talia…

Stephanie…

Amy…

And Elizabeth.

I knew I would see them again, many times. But things between the six of us would never be quite the same as they had been our senior year.

The year I met my best friends.

My bosom buddies.