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BiHigh
By High School Sweetheart

BiHigh is copyrighted by Rebecca Stancil 2007 and may not be reposted
without permission. h.s.sweetheart@gmail.com
See the Prologue for synopsis and story codes. For best results read
this story in sequence.

Chapter Eighteen


"What time is it?" I asked no one in particular and neither one of my
boyfriends wanted to answer me at first.

So I stopped unbuttoning my dress and gave them a frown in the
combined yellowish light of the big rising moon and our little
campfire. They were sitting on the comforter, Mark and Chris, watching
me as I stood just a few feet in front of them. I was barefoot and a
little self-conscious, but only because there were two of them, and
that was something different. But I wasn't shy or nervous, if anything
I was calm with a sort of happy excitement that wasn't overwhelming at
all.

I didn't want it to be...I wanted to remember everything perfectly.

And I had been undressing for them, but just started, when I'd
wondered about the time. I had to be back home before one in the
morning, which had sounded like a very long time from when we'd
started our little adventure at seven, but it wasn't. Not really.

I'd stood up and kicked off my shoes with a smile and stretched for a
moment with a happy sigh, teasing my two boyfriends while they
watched. My long black hair was loose and the night warm, without even
a breeze to disturb it. I had seven buttons on my dress, right down
the front, and I started at the top...One and then...Two...

"I said, what time is it?" I asked again, since I'd taken off all my
jewelry, including my little Minnie Mouse watch before I'd even gotten
out of the truck, probably two hours before.

"Uh...Nine oh four, Steph." Chris tilted his wrist.

"Be time to go home before she gets undressed." Mark teased me.

"Huh?" I stared at him.

"I don't care." Chris sighed. "Look at her."

"Ahhh..." I smiled at Chris. "That's what I like about new boyfriends."

"You're spoiling her, dude." Mark grinned at Chris and he was acting
like that on purpose, but I knew he liked watching me just as much as
Chrissy did.

"Old boyfriends just don't appreciate me enough." I sighed
theatrically. "This is supposed to be slow and sexy."

"It is. You're beautiful Steph." Chris wasn't paying much attention to
Mark.

"It's slow, I'll give you that much." Mark chuckled and then he lunged
forward, quickly too, and grabbed me around the waist.

"Whooo! Hey! What...Heey...Oh!" I was giggling and screaming and Mark had
pulled me down quick to the comforter, putting me somewhat gently, but
sorta roughly too, flat on my back between himself and Chris.

"Now this is sexy." Mark was on my right and he grabbed that arm,
pulling it above my head.

"This is fun too." Chris nodded and he followed Mark's example, taking
my left arm and pulling it up.

"Oh, you guys ruined it." I pouted, but I was smiling too. "I was
gonna strip for you."

"You still are." Mark had his hand on my tummy, sliding it up my
buttons until he got to the third one down, the one between my
breasts.

"You do make it pretty hard to wait, Steph." Chris almost apologized.

"Alright..." I sighed airily. "Hurry up then...Whatever...Somebody kiss me
though, before I change my mind."

Chris giggled and started leaning towards me.

"She's bluffing." Mark laughed, undoing my buttons rather nimbly with
his big fingers.

"So?" Chris grinned and he did kiss me, putting his soft lips on mine
and he kept his eyes open as I let him do it.

I know because I kept mine open too, watching him and letting him do
all the work this time. All our other kisses I'd been the one doing
it, now it was his turn. Chris licked across my lips lightly at first,
and then he grew bold, pushing his tongue slowly into my mouth where I
greeted it eagerly with mine.

Mark had my dress unbuttoned quickly and I was shrugging myself out of
it, with Mark's help, and giggling while I tried to keep kissing
Chris. It was awkward and fun and finally Chris pulled away, smiling
and watching as I sat up. My dress was around my waist and I lifted my
butt so that Mark could pull it down my long legs.

I reached back with my left hand, holding my bra to my breasts with
the right, and unclasped it with a grin and a wiggle of my eyebrows. I
held it in place, switching hands only briefly as I slipped my arms
through the straps and then I brought my knees up close, keeping my
bra against my tits while I hugged my legs. It was all I wore, that
loose bra and my panties.

"You guys have to undress too, you know." I told them seriously.

"We will." Mark promised.

"Like tonight?" I giggled. "I'm not getting naked if you guys aren't."

"That's pretty fair." Chris nodded.

He was willing to do anything to make me happy, while Mark was playing
devil's advocate, as someone had to and I always liked the way he
teased me anyway. But now it was time for some fun, like we didn't
have enough all week anyway, but this was our night to really have
some time together anyway. Saturday too and Sunday afternoons, but
Friday night was my favorite just because it seemed to take forever to
get there.

"Come on..." I prodded Mark with a giggle and he was grinning, sitting
down and pulling off his cowboy boots.

"It's gonna get chilly in a little bit." Chris said and he was
undressing slowly, being willing but a little shy.

"Don't worry, it'll be warm later." Mark looked at him and it was the
same sort of look he might have given me, which sent a little quiver
through my tummy.

"Yeah." Chris agreed, sort of softly and looking down and he was so
cute like that it was almost an ache, like a physical thing inside me.

Mark and I really had talked a lot about stuff like this, about adding
a third person to our relationship. I don't know why exactly, or how
it had come up. It wasn't like we were bored with each other or
anything, far from it. I was happier with him now than I'd ever been.
Mark said it was because he wanted to share what we had, like it was
too good to keep it a secret just between him and me. He wanted just
one person to know what we had and appreciate it, just like he'd
appreciate what Chris I would have. And I'd enjoy Mark and Chris and
their affection for each other.

Yeah, three people together had to be about perfect, we'd decided, and
not that long ago either. Just a few months, during the summer. We'd
make love, or sometimes just sit and kiss, and talk about who we both
might like. And that was the hardest part, really. Mark was the most
special person in the school for me, the whole world maybe. And he
felt the same for me, so how we're we going to find someone like that?
Boy or girl didn't matter, and we'd talked about that stuff too. I
could love another girl, a body was a body, the person was what
counted. Although I had to admit I did really want to be with someone
I found really attractive...But who wouldn't? That's just common sense.

Lots of people fall in love though, and attraction isn't just looks.
It isn't even mostly looks, once you know the person. Believe me, I
know. Me and Mark talked about all the other kids in school, girls and
boys, and the best looking ones were usually the ones we shook our
heads at first, for a variety of reasons. Yeah, it might be nice to
kiss so-and-so, but did we want to spend hours talking with him or
her? No, definitely not. So our options got less and less and finally
there just weren't anymore names on our list.

Until Chris came along. And yeah, we'd picked him mostly cause he
looked seriously sweet, cute and sexy, and just hot as heck! But he
was new too, so we didn't know him. He could have been a real butthead
for all we knew. Or a dork, or an idiot. Shoot, he could have been
French for all we knew. But you know what? Me and Mark got so lucky
with each other that I guess we just figured it was fate, or destiny,
or whatever...We needed someone and there he was. Chris had to be right
and now, watching him undress for us in the moonlight at our special
place, I knew he was perfect.

"What?" Chris caught me looking at him, because I was thinking about
that stuff.

"She's kinda spacey sometimes." Mark laughed and he was undoing the
snaps on his shirt

"Huh?" I smiled and felt a little warm. "I was just thinking how lucky
we are that Chris moved here."

"I'm pretty glad I moved here too." Chris was kneeling, barefoot in
his pants, and he'd pulled off his sweater and the t-shirt he'd worn
underneath.

"You're so pretty." I sighed, looking at Chrissy's chest. Not muscular
or anything, just toned mostly, and clean without any hair, just his
nipples, dark in the moonlight, warmed by the fire.

"He's beautiful." Mark nodded, pulling his shirt off and Chris looked
at him, swallowing hard. "You're the hottest boy in school, Chrissy."

"I...Nobody ever called me beautiful before." Chris laughed a little.
"Uh...This is kind of strange for me."

"Me too." Mark grinned. "That's okay though, we'll figure it out."

"Yeah." Chris nodded.

Chris was looking at Mark's body which was seriously hard. Not like a
body builder, but he had real muscles and you could see them, on his
chest and stomach, shoulders, everything. And Mark had just a little
thatch of brown hair on his chest, halfway between his nipples, and a
thin trail running from his belly button into his pants. They were so
different just from the waist up, my two boyfriends; I loved that part
of it.

"Here..." Mark said gently, and I knew he was a little nervous too,
although he didn't want to show it at all.

"What?" Chris widened his eyes as Mark moved closer to him and reached
out to touch his chest.

"I'll undress you, okay?" Mark asked and Chris didn't say anything for
a moment.

"Yeah. Okay." Chris finally agreed and he sucked in his tummy a
little, looking down as Mark moved his hands down Chris' body, to his
khaki trousers.

"I've never done this." Mark smiled at Chris, his voice coaxing the
other boy to look up.

"Me neither." Chris licked his lips. "But I want to."

"Me too." Mark undid Chrissy's pants and then he was pushing them down
the boy's thighs, so that Chris was wearing just a pair of plain white
briefs.

I just sat there smiling with my head turned sideways; resting my
cheek on my knees and watching my two boyfriends discover each other.
I didn't feel neglected or forgotten or anything. They were doing it
for me too and I didn't have to be involved more than I was, just
enjoying the sight of them together. It had my heart beating quickly,
my skin flushed and my sex moist between my thighs.

It was pretty special.


end of 18

Chapter Nineteen


Chris giggled softly, which was a sound I'd only dreamt of until I'd
met him. He was sitting down now, with his legs straight and in the
air, while Mark pulled his khaki pants off the boy's feet. It was
insanely sexy watching my two boyfriends together and I tightened my
tummy muscles, but I was looking for the ones a little lower,
actually.

"Okay...Um, your turn." Chris moved so he could undo Mark's belt.

"Yeah." Mark smiled, kneeling with his body straight, watching
Chrissy's hands move tentatively to undo his pants.

Neither one of them were gay, although I suppose people would disagree
with us there. Or maybe they were, it didn't matter a whole lot either
way. Mark and Chris were friends, boyfriends, and if they wanted to
express it sexually, what was the big deal with that? They were even
falling in love with each other, I thought, just like I already had
with both of them.

Mark's jeans came down slowly, since they were a little tight around
his muscular thighs, but that was nice too. Chris peeled the denim
down almost tenderly, leaving Mark naked in his loose white boxers.
Mark sat down, much as Chris had a few moments before, and Chris
pulled off the other boy's pants completely, over one foot at a time.

Now we were all in our underwear and Mark looked at me, then Chris
followed his gaze, and we all smiled at each other.

"Keep going." I giggled. "I'm having fun."

"You sure?" Mark grinned at me. "Not getting lonely?"

"Nope." I shook my head slightly. "Not at all. I just want to watch
for awhile."

Mark looked at Chris and our blonde boyfriend just shrugged and
smiled. That was enough for Mark, and he was always a little
aggressive anyway, it was just the way he was. So I wasn't surprised
when he reached for Chris, pulling him down to the comforter.

They sat together at first, and Mark put his arms around the boy, just
stroking Chrissy's back and inviting him to do the same. Chris moved a
hand to Mark's shoulder, then the other one and they were looking at
each other, maybe thinking of their first kiss, the one the previous
night in Mark's pickup truck.

I held my breath when they kissed again, Mark pulling Chris close
against him, his mouth finding his boyfriend's, and Chris gave us a
soft moan, yielding his lips to Mark's tongue. I saw his fingers
tightening against Mark's strong shoulders, squeezing the bigger boy
and encouraging Mark to kiss him deeper.

It was incredibly hot watching Mark, who was so big and strong, making
out with Chris, who seemed smaller and soft in comparison. I slipped
my hand down between my thighs, unable to help myself at last, and I
rubbed my pussy through my panties, feeling a damp spot that had
already grown there.

Mark and Chrissy moved slowly, without breaking their kiss, to lay
down just a few feet in front of me. They were on their sides, Mark's
back to me, but not really hiding anything as I was sitting up. I
could see and hear them just fine. The sound of their breathing,
punctuated with soft happy moans and sighs, the occasional wet sounds
of their mouths and tongues working together.

I watched their hands playing across each other's skin, slowly at
first, cautiously exploring. They'd never touched another boy this
way, neither of them, and had probably never really wanted to. That
was the cool part. They weren't gay at all, at least not in the sense
that they wanted sex with other boys; they just wanted to share
themselves with one another. If Mark and Chris were gay it was just
for each other. I understood that instinctively and I was sure they
did as well; it would have been the same for me if Chris had been a
girl.

I smiled as I saw Chris' foot sliding along Mark's calf, he had soft
brown hair on his legs, and Chris had thin blonde hair, so fine it was
almost invisible. Their bodies were close now, their hips together and
I knew they must be excited, their cocks hard and aching, trapped
within their underwear, rubbing together while the two boys kissed.

Mark's left hand was low now, on Chrissy's hip and further, massaging
the boy's ass, which was as sweet and round and pert as any girl's at
school, mine included. I'd noticed Chris' butt right away and so had a
lot of other people, other girls and probably some of the boys. But it
was Mark who was squeezing it now, grabbing Chris' firm round cheeks
with his big left hand, bringing Chris to groan with pleasure and
thrust his hips against Mark as they lay there.

Chris was the one who reached for cock first, sliding his hand between
them and I smiled at seeing Mark's body jerk, just a little, and he
lifted his mouth with a gasp and a soft chuckle. Chris had his hand
inside Mark's boxers, his fingers finding that big throbbing cock and
I saw Chris' eyes go a little wide. I knew he was surprised by what
he'd found. Mark was big down there, full sized like a grown man would
be proud of, and I knew exactly how hot and heavy it would feel in the
boy's hands.

"Jesus, that's big." Chris giggled and Mark laughed.

"Here...Take these off..." Mark breathed, pushing his boxers down with one
hand.

Chris helped him, both of my boyfriends moving, sitting up once more
like we had all the time in the world, and then they took off
Chrissy's briefs as well, so that they were both completely naked.
They were both completely hard too, their cocks straining and so
beautiful and different. Mark's was big and thick and jutting straight
out from his thick brown pubic hair. Chrissy's cock was smaller, but
still nice sized, and not so thick. It curved a little, pointing
upward and he had a thin patch of light brown pubic hair around the
base of it.

The two boys knelt there for a few minutes, giving me their profiles
as they faced each other, just touching and smiling and enjoying the
moment, the experience of being with someone else, someone the same
but different. Chris kissed Mark lightly, on his lips and then bent to
kiss the boy's chest, licking Mark's skin, moving to his left nipple.
Mark cradled Chrissy's head, arching his back slightly as he felt his
new boyfriend's mouth sucking at his skin, at his sensitive areole.

Then Chris moved to the other one and I could see Mark's nipple was
hard and shiny wet with Chris' spit. After a minute the right one was
the same and Mark lifted Chrissy's face so they could kiss again,
still kneeling and I stared as they pressed themselves close, their
cocks touching each other, sliding back and forth, the swollen heads
pressing against the other's tummy, or thigh, or down lower. Mark's
cock slide beneath Chrissy's and he found himself prodding gently
against his new boyfriend's balls.

It must have felt good because neither of them wanted to do anything
else for a while. They made out and moved their hips, almost like
fucking, but more like just touching, caressing each other not only
with their mouths and hands, but with their chests rubbing, their
cocks sliding and poking. It was hot and almost indescribable, like a
dream and I was trying to keep from cumming, I swear. I was just
rubbing myself lightly, trying to avoid my clit, but I was so close
right then that I wanted to scream.

"Do this..." Mark sighed at one point, after they'd been making out like
that for at least ten minutes.

He reached down, grabbing both of their cocks in his big gentle hand
and Chris sucked a little breath as his cock was suddenly pressed
tight against Mark's. And he was stroking them together, Mark moving
his hand slowly back and forth, staring into Chrissy's eyes, jerking
the both of them off as one.

"That feels good." Chris nodded, licking his lips.

"Yeah, real good, doesn't it?" Mark smiled. "Your cock is so hot."

"Yours too." Chris nodded. "I never thought I'd ever do this stuff..."

"Me neither." Mark agreed.

"...I mean with another guy." Chris grinned.

"I know." Mark sucked his top lip briefly. "Do you want me to suck
it?"

"Do you want to?" Chris widened his eyes, dark in the moonlight.

"Yeah." Mark nodded.

"I want to suck yours too." Chris told the other boy.

"Same time?" Mark asked and when Chris nodded Mark grinned. "Like this
then, on our sides like before."

Except this time they were turned opposite directions, head to feet,
and I had to rub my clit then. I couldn't stop myself. Mark and Chris,
my two boyfriends, were holding each other's hard cocks, lying by the
fire under a big yellow moon, and I pulled my panties aside, Jilling
my clit hard.

Watching them take each other into their mouths for the first time
brought me off. Seeing Chris's sexy mouth stretched wide around Mark's
big dick, taking him inside slowly, carefully, that was so good. And
at the other end, Mark was doing the same, holding Chrissy's hard cock
in his fist and kissing the tip first, licking it experimentally and
finally taking the boy into his mouth...I moaned loudly, tilting my head
to the stars and thumbing my clit with one hand while I rubbed my
greasy labia with the other.

It had to be a lot like going to heaven, I thought, except better.

I lost my bra someplace in that orgasm, as I'd had to straighten my
legs and fall back to lie down. Sitting up was just too much work when
I was cumming like that. I didn't know if I had my eyes open or
closed, I mean the view was the same either way. Blackness and stars,
pinpricks of brilliant light, and somewhere off to my right a big old
moon looking so close I could almost touch it. The world could have
ended right then. One of those asteroids could have landed on me and I
wouldn't have cared. My life was too perfect to go on; everything that
came after was going to be diminished by our new experiences that
night...Or so it seemed at the time. I guess that's why it's called the
little death, maybe.

I was vaguely aware that Chris and Mark had stopped playing with each
other long enough to watch me cum and I sat up on my elbows, blinking
at them and giggling.

"Don't stop cause of me." I breathed.

"Okay." Mark grinned and teased me with a shrug, turning back to suck
Chrissy's cock some more apparently.

"Are you okay, Steph?" Chris asked me and then he gasped. "Ohhh...Ah!"

"Perfect." I smiled and let myself back down, watching stars and
listening to my boyfriends sucking each other's cocks.

I lifted my knees and peeled my panties off, tossing them aside with
my bra, which had ended up beneath my butt somehow, and then
straightening my legs, feeling the cool night air wash over my
feverish body. My pussy was wet, my thighs damp, and my clit still
buzzing. I ignored it, playing with my nipples instead, which I always
liked to do, and they were hard and puffy, flashing hot and cold. I
pinched them gently, pulling them a little, and feeling good inside
and out.

We were going to be doing this a lot, I knew. The three of us, making
love in one way or another, all year long, and next year, and then...Who
could say? Not me. But just for today was good enough, tomorrow would
take care of itself. Today was always where we lived and right then I
was smiling and feeling my body burn with feverish excitement.

I turned onto my side, propping my head on my elbow and watched them,
still in their 69, still learning how to suck each other's cocks. I
wondered if Chris would have any better luck with Mark's big penis
than I did. It was just too large for me to really suck the way I
wanted to, but Chris was a little bigger than me, so maybe he could
make Mark feel really good. I hoped so; Mark never complained, but he
deserved better.

I knew Chris was feeling nice anyway. I could see Mark's mouth on
Chrissy's cock and he had most of it, all but the last inch or so in
his mouth, and Mark was enjoying it. He sucked Chris' cock nice,
keeping the boy in his closed mouth and breathing through his nose.
He'd learned quickly and Chris was loving it, thrusting with his hips
a little and I grinned because I knew the boy had to be getting close.
Mark was going to get a nice surprise in a minute or two.

I debated on whether or not I should join them. I could have just
gotten up against Mark's back, pressed my breasts against him, put my
mouth close to his ear. I could have told Mark how hot it was making
me to see him and Chris making love like that, how sweet it was to see
Chrissy's hard cock fucking Mark's hungry mouth. And when Chris was
cumming I might have told Mark to keep sucking, to show Chris how much
he loved him and swallow our boyfriend's cum.

But it was their turn; their first time together and I didn't want to
spoil it for them. Not that I would have ruined it that way, not at
all. Mark would have loved it and Chris wouldn't have cared, but
still, I just wanted to watch. It wasn't about me having two
boyfriends. Our relationship was about the three of us all sharing
each other, and I wanted Chris and Mark to be as close to each other
as I was with each of them. I supposed it would take a long time
before Chris was ever as close to us as Mark and I were to each other,
and maybe he never would be, but I was really going to try and make it
happen.

"Uhhmmm...I'm...Going to cum..." Chris was panting, lifting his head from
Mark's cock.

"Mmmpphh...." Mark made a muffled sound, but he wasn't letting Chris go
and that was seriously neat. He didn't need any encouragement from me.
Mark knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Chris was fucking Mark's mouth now, that's the only word for it
really. He was pushing with his hips, groaning and getting closer and
closer to orgasm. And Mark held the other boy tight, not really
fighting that motion, but just trying to keep Chris from fucking him
too hard. And then Chris gasped and his hips shot forward and Mark
suddenly coughed, or gagged maybe, cause I knew his mouth was rapidly
filled to overflowing with hot boy cum.

It squirted out of the corners of Mark's mouth and I could see Mark's
throat working as he swallowed. But his face was red because he
couldn't breathe and there had to be so much cum, there was no way
Mark could swallow all of it. He pulled his creamy mouth off Chris'
cock with a wet gasp and sucked air. He swallowed hard and sperm was
running from Mark's smiling lips. He held Chris' cock in his hand,
massaging it with small squeezes, and after a few seconds Mark's mouth
went back to it, licking and sucking, cleaning his boyfriend up after
a good orgasm the way a real boyfriend should.

I could have cum again probably, right then as I watched Mark eating
his first ever load of Chris' sperm, but I was content to tease
myself. I was squeezing my thighs together and just playing with my
tits while I watched, licking my sympathetic lips and swallowing as if
I could taste Chrissy's sweet teen sperm myself. I'd promised the boy
that I'd give him his first blowjob, and eat his cum, but it had been
Mark instead. That was okay, I didn't think Chris minded all that
much.

Especially when they kissed after Mark had cleaned Chris up nice, so
well in fact that Chrissy's cock had never really gone soft. But they
wanted to kiss again and so they did, Chris eagerly accepting Mark's
spermy tongue into his mouth, tasting himself on his boyfriend's lips.
That had to be seriously hot for those guys and I wasn't jealous, just
a tad envious. But I knew my turn would come soon enough.


end of 19

Chapter Twenty


"Do you want to fuck?" I heard Mark's husky voice asking Chris, and it
was obvious what Mark wanted.

He was squeezing Chrissy's sweet round ass with both of his hands,
moving his hips so that his hard ruddy cock slid wetly up and down and
across Chrissy's soft flat tummy. They'd been kissing long and deep
while I'd watched with pleasure, rubbing my quivering sex and barely
able to breathe. My two boyfriends looked so good together, so perfect
for each other.

"Do you want to?" Chris licked his lips, staring into Mark's dark
brown eyes.

"Yeah, God yeah." Mark breathed. "Let me put it inside, okay?"

He was kissing Chris again, pulling the smaller boy against his
muscular chest, rubbing Chrissy's ass, maybe even fingering him, I
couldn't tell, but it was hot. I was more than ready for some
attention of my own, to tell the truth, but I could wait a little bit
longer. I could wait forever maybe, if it meant I could watch Mark and
Chris make love in front of me.

"Will it hurt?" Chris pulled his mouth away, panting and he was
feeling it, the same desire for Mark that I had.

"Yeah." Mark told Chris honestly. "But I'll be careful, okay?"

"I want to do it..." Chris was nodded, but he sounded unsure.

"Just try for me, one time...." Mark kissed the boy's neck, up to his
ear, nibbling it while he held Chrissy close.

"I love you." Chris sighed.

"I love you too." Mark kissed Chrissy's soft blonde hair and Chris had
his chin on Mark's shoulder, his eyes closed and smiling.

"Okay." Chris said a half a minute later, after he'd caught his breath
and thought hard about it. "I'll do it, okay."

"Come here, lie down with me." I smiled, patting the comforter beside
me.

I couldn't stop myself. I thought I could just sit there and watch and
be happy with that, but I needed to be close to them. The night was
passing too fast and I'd been watching for so long. I loved them both
and wanted them and if Mark was going to fuck Chris, I wanted to share
it somehow. More than I already had.

"Yeah, lie down with Stephy." Mark grinned, but only reluctantly
letting go of Chrissy's ass.

"Make out with me a little." I giggled and lifted my right arm as
Chris joined me, laying down on his right side.

I was on my left side, propped up on my left elbow with my legs
slightly spread. My left leg straight, my right up and bent at the
knee, exposing my glistening pink pussy for my boyfriends to admire by
the firelight.

"Hi." Chris lay on his right side, facing me with a smile that was
almost shy.

"Hi." I smiled back at him warmly.

"Hey." Mark grinned and he was lying down behind Chris on his right
side as well, facing the other boy's back, so that Chris was between
us.

"I thought you guys forgot all about me." I made a frowny face, but
then I laughed and spoiled it.

"I used to dream about you." Chris said softly and he sounded so
serious, almost wistful.

"You did?" I bit my bottom lip and moved closer so that the tip of
Chrissy's cock was touching my tummy and I played my fingers over his
lips.

"I just didn't know it was you." Chris caught my finger between his
lips and kissed it tenderly.

"You ever dream about me?" Mark asked, teasing Chris as he moved his
hand around to feel our boyfriend's stomach and chest.

"Uh..." Chris giggled.

"That's so sweet." I sighed, staring into Chris' eyes and replacing my
fingers with my mouth.

"Nobody ever dreams about me." Mark grumbled softly and he was kissing
Chris' shoulder, playing his hand across Chris' nipple, pinching it
gently and I felt Chris moving slightly.

"Ughmmm..." Chris groaned and I pulled away from him, letting my tongue
linger for a heartbeat across his open lips.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Mark wants to fuck me." He swallowed hard. "He is fucking me."

"I can't help it." Mark shrugged with a smile and I realized he was
pressing his big cock against Chrissy's butt from behind, between our
boyfriend's firm round cheeks.

He wasn't really doing anything, but poking around and thrusting like
he was looking for something in particular, like Chrissy's virgin
anus. Chris was helping him too, a little anyway. He'd lifted his left
leg, mirroring me really, and giving Mark a little better access to
his ass.

"It'll be okay." I promised Chris. "Mark's got a big dick, but he's
careful. We did it like that before."

"I'll be extra careful, I promise." Mark was leaning over Chris,
reaching for his chin so he could turn Chrissy's mouth to his.

"You did?" Chris managed to ask me, just before Mark's lips closed
over his and they were kissing hard.

And while they were doing that, Mark had brought his left hand back,
reaching down so he could guide his cock to the right place. I knew
Mark and he was patient enough when he had to be, but when he wanted
to fuck he could be sort of greedy too. Of course I was even worse, so
I didn't really mind, but I thought maybe Chris might have wanted a
little more time. Maybe a little more of my tongue in his mouth, but
that was just me probably. I was seriously horny too.

"Mmmmphh..." Chris' body went tight and he winced slightly, but wouldn't
break the kiss.

Mark had found the boy's asshole and was pushing hard now, his strong
arm around Chrissy's body, holding him tight against his own. I knew
that feeling, the way Mark's cockhead seemed huge and hot, powerful
like all the rest of him, and I reached down to grab Chrissy's penis
in my gentle hand, massaging it while I lowered my mouth to kiss his
suddenly flushed and trembling body.

I was vaguely aware of Mark's soft grunts, muffled by Chris' mouth,
and my big boyfriend wasn't thrusting so much as he was just pushing,
applying constant and unrelenting pressure against Chrissy's tight
little butthole so that his cock could force its way inside, slowly
but surely. Only after several minutes, when I think they were both
desperate for cool fresh air, did Mark finally pause and lift his
mouth.

"Oh! I feel it..." Chris made a face, kind of a mix of pain and pleasure
and a little bit of disbelief maybe.

"You're tight, Chrissy...Jesus..." Mark nodded sucking the night air into
his lungs.

"Is it inside him?" I asked Mark, looking up at him as I pressed my
cheek to Chris' chest, listening to his strong heart beating rapidly.

"Yeah, just a little." Mark smiled.

"He's in me a lot." Chris closed his eyes. "It burns."

"I know." I kissed his body. "It hurts a lot at first."

"But it feels so good too." Mark chuckled, like he'd know. He's the
one who'd done all the pushing, Chris was doing all the real work.

"For you." Chris giggled weakly.

"It'll feel good for you too, I promise." Mark kissed his shoulder.

"Do you want me to suck your cock while Mark fucks you?" I asked
Chris, because he was still very hard and I wanted to make him feel
good.

"Yeah, suck his cock, take his mind off it." Mark smiled at me.

"Just don't forget, Mark." I grinned at him, sliding down while Chris
watched me.

"Forget what?" Mark narrowed his eyes a little.

"After you fuck Chrissy, you're going to be the only virgin left." I
giggled and stuck my tongue out at him, but really I was just licking
at the tip of Chris' cock too as I turned my body around.

"Heh." Chris grinned at Mark. "I'm going to love fucking you."

"Oh yeah?" Mark smiled. "Then don't complain when I do...This...Ugh!"

He pushed hard with his hips, staring into Chrissy's eyes, and forcing
another half inch or more of his thick cock inside Chrissy's rectum so
that our blonde boyfriend gasped with surprise.

"Yeah...Fuck me...Just do it...Fuck me hard...okay?" Chris was nodding and he
just wanted it now.

"Kay...I'll fuck you, Chrissy...Tight ass little...Ughhhmmm...Fuck yeah..." Mark
gave a soft groan, and he was doing it hard, pulling back just a bit,
and then stabbing forward with his cock.

I watched that dark shaft jutting between Mark's legs as it
disappeared into Chrissy's ass. It was just inches from my face while
I sucked Chris off slowly, tenderly, savoring the taste of the boy in
my mouth, his flavor just a little different than Mark's. I held
Chrissy's balls out of the way, pulling them carefully and feeling the
soft skin being tugged every time Mark fucked his cock inside Chris'
stretched anus.

"Ow...Mmmm...Ah...Ohhh...God..." Chris was making a lot of noise, a lot of
little ohhs and ahhs, punctuated with Mark's heavier grunts.

I was moaning myself, softly like a happy kitten, sucking Chrissy's
cock in time with Mark's thrusts. He was going a little faster, but
Mark was being careful too, and slow, or as slow as a seventeen year
old boy full of sperm could be. Chris was feeling every inch of Mark,
I knew that, but I was kind of surprised by how well he was taking his
boyfriend's big cock. Every time we did it like that I thought Mark
was splitting my butt in two.

Chris was sore though, no doubt, and he winced with pain when Mark
pushed inside too hard, but caught in between us as he was, Chris
really looked like he was enjoying the new experience too. His cock
certainly was. Chris was hard as ever and I loved the way I could suck
very nearly all of him into my hungry mouth. I was used to Mark's big
fat dick and now with Chris it suddenly seemed like I had all the room
in the world.

I used my tongue against the shaft, along the top of Chrissy's dick
since I was turned around sort of, not in a real sixty-nine, but
almost. I wanted to be able to see Mark's cock while I sucked Chris,
so I'd moved myself and I might have been able to push my sex close
enough that Chris could kiss it, except he was busy kissing Mark. I
didn't mind, it was good enough for me just to know Chris was getting
off on my mouth.

And probably if I'd been turned the other way, the regular way, I
could have deep throated Chris, because he was about the same size as
that banana I'd practiced with, and even the same shape, more or less.
That was going to be really nice if I could do that, I thought, for
both of us. This was fine for the moment though, as I said, just
sucking Chrissy's cock while Mark fucked him harder now that Chris was
a little more used to it.

I could see Mark getting not quite all of his cock inside Chris' tight
little ass, but a lot of it, more than half anyway, and Mark's strokes
weren't very long at all. Just a few inches back and forth, but those
must have been the ones that counted, because they were making out
like fiends. The two boys looked like they'd been lovers for a lot
longer than just a couple days, that was for sure.

"Like this...Get down a little..." I heard Mark saying, all hot and
breathless and Chris was gasping his approval and I had no choice but
to get out of the way.

It might have seemed a little rude, since I was seriously getting into
sucking Chrissy's cock right about then, but they were the ones making
love, so I didn't complain. Besides, it was pretty exciting to watch
as Mark rolled Chris onto his stomach, keeping his cock deep inside
Chrissy's ass while they moved, until Mark was straddling Chris' prone
body.

I sat back and rubbed myself, licking my lips and staring as Mark
pressed his weight down on our boyfriend's back, grabbing Chris'
shoulders from underneath and putting his face close to the other
boy's. Mark grunted hard and Chris groaned loudly, and I moved so I
could see between their legs in the dim light. Mark was going to give
Chris all of his cock, every bit of it he could take, which was more
than I'd ever tried to do with Mark in my butt.

Mark thrust hard, over and over, and each time they made soft noises
and Mark was fucking Chris now. Riding him the way he wanted to,
forcing his thick long cock all the way inside so that Chris could
feel it bottom out, or so it seemed to me. He couldn't have been that
deep inside and Mark was extra long that way. Our blonde boyfriend
would jerk, and gasp, and his body contract with the sudden sensation
of having Mark's penis fully imbedded in his rectum, so far inside
that Mark's sperm heavy sack pressed against Chrissy's balls.

I fucked myself with two fingers, thumbing my clit and nodding
happily. I was going to cum any second and Mark was fucking Chris
faster, harder, making love to his new sweetheart the way a boyfriend
should. He was going to cum too, shooting his sperm deep inside
Chrissy's hot willing ass. It was going to be good and Chris was
fucking him back, or at least trying to, smiling sometimes, making
ouchy faces at others, and breathing hard while whispering words that
I couldn't make out.

Chris had his left arm up, bent back so he could hold Mark's head and
neck. They were kissing again and I could see their tongues working
eagerly against each other. Mark's ass was moving back and forth, his
hips driving that big cock of his deep inside Chris until finally he
gave a muffled moan, a final hard thrust and I knew Mark was cumming.
Chris wriggled happily beneath him, mindless of whatever pain he might
have been feeling. He was feeling Mark's cock shooting inside his
bowels, flooding his sore and tender ass with hot sperm for the very
first time in his life. That had to be good for the boy, and worth
every bit of discomfort he'd suffered.

I was cumming too, my fingers a blur over my clit and labia, rubbing
myself almost violently until I couldn't do it anymore. I could just
squeeze my thighs together hard around my hand, trapping it to my
spasming cunt, and everything was hot all over. I was cumming good
again, getting myself off while my two boyfriends savored the
consummation of their love.

If this wasn't exactly how I'd planned the night to go, it didn't
disappoint me at all. But how were two guys, two perfect boyfriends
like Mark and Chris ever going to disappoint me anyway? I was totally
in love with them, and they with me, and all of us with each other.
That was the overwhelming thought that made my cum so good.


end of 20

Chapter Twenty-One


"What movie are we watching tonight?" I asked, knowing my parents
would ask.

"That new pirates movie." Mark was playing with my left breast, on his
left side facing me.

"Mmmm...Johnny Depp." I giggled, thinking about Chris. He was on his
right side facing me, and playing with my other boob, since I was in
the middle.

"He's pretty cool." Chris smiled at me, and I was flat in my back,
playing with their cocks.

"So are you." Mark grinned at him.

"You look like him too." I nodded, meaning Chris of course.

"Really?" Chris laughed. "I do not."

"You got the same hair, I mean when he's blonde." I looked at him.
"Doesn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess." Mark shrugged. "That Depp guy's older though."

"Well, yeah." I giggled.

"Chris is hotter too." Mark decided.

"Heh...Now I know you're lying." Chris giggled.

"You don't know, dude." Mark shook his head. "You oughta look in a
mirror."

"I've looked, plenty of times." Chris said and he bent his mouth to my
nipple, sucking it gently and I smiled at that.

"If you start that, you have to fuck me." I told him.

Chris laughed and just rolled his eyes at me.

"What?" I giggled self-consciously.

"I just never heard anyone talk like you guys." Chris was smiling. "I
mean you just...Say it."

"Well yeah." I squeezed his hard cock. "We're pretty alone."

"Pretty naked too." Mark laughed.

"Not to mention pretty in love." I nodded.

"And pretty friendly." Mark chuckled.

"And pretty uh..." I pursed my lips.

"Pretty?" Chris smiled.

"Yeah, we're pretty pretty," Mark grinned, "especially you two."

"Mark isn't pretty, just us." I sighed at Chris playfully. "He's a
manly handsome man."

"That's okay." Chris moved his hips a little, cause his cock had been
hard for awhile now.

"I know I'm not pretty." Mark shrugged. "But that's why God made
cheerleaders."

"Come here..." I was pulling Chris so he'd get on top of me, it was time
to fuck.

"Mmmm..." Chris made a face as he moved between my spread thighs.

"What?" I looked up at him, wriggling my butt a little and reaching
between us for his wonderfully perfect cock.

"My butt hurts." He giggled.

"Next time it'll feel better." Mark promised him, watching as I guided
Chrissy's cock to my tight little hole.

"We'll have to wait a few weeks for that." Chris was looking down at
my face, smiling patiently.

"Weeks?" Mark chuckled. "No way, your ass is fine, Chrissy. We're
going to do it a lot."

"My ass is squishy, you must have cum like a gallon..." Chris complained
and then gasped as his cock suddenly slipped inside me, splitting the
soft pink walls of my cunt sweetly and it wasn't uncomfortable at all.

I took a little breath myself, grinning up at Chris and nodding
happily. I was still very wet and hot from all that jilling off I'd
done, and Chris was the perfect size for me anyway. Mark would have
had to go slow, but I wrapped my legs around Chris and urged him to
put it in all the way.

"Yeah...Fuck me...All the way, Chrissy...Nice...uh-huh..." I looked over at
Mark, arching my eyebrows and watching his face as he watched Chris
fuck me. Mark was happy, he wanted to see it.

"Jesus you're hot inside, Steph...Like an oven..." Chris sighed.

"Hot, greased, and ready for the meat..." Mark laughed and he was
stroking himself now, since I had both arms around Chris.

"And he says I can't cook." I giggled.

"You can't cook!" Mark laughed. "But you know how to fuck, Stephy."

"Sounds like my mom." Chris laughed, and then his face changed and he
swallowed hard. "Sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Your mom?" Mark chuckled. "Yeah, she looks like she knows how to fuck
too."

I shot Mark a look.

"No offense, Chris." Mark tried to look apologetic. "I just
meant...Well...Yeah..."

"It's okay; I know what my mom looks like." He was fucking me slowly
and his mood had changed suddenly.

"Never mind her." I said softly, pulling Chris to my lips. "She isn't
here anyway, it's just us."

I wanted Chrissy smiling and happy, not worried about what Mark and I
might think of his parents. Screw them. So his mom looked like a slut
and his dad was a jerk, they weren't with us. That's what I tried to
explain to Chris with my kiss. I held him tight, squeezing him with my
thighs and my ankles crossed behind him. I didn't even want his cock
moving, just pressed way deep inside my pussy while I fucked his mouth
with my tongue. That would get his mind back where it belonged, with
me and what we were doing.

"Steph..." Chris swallowed hard and we were both panting for air after a
long, sweet kiss. "...Every time you kiss me like that..."

"Hmmm?" I smiled innocently.

"...I think I'm going to cum."

"I can make you cum just from kissing?" I giggled.

"Yeah, maybe..." He laughed.

"Let's try..." I was pulling him back for more. "...But no fucking me."

"Okay." Chris grinned. "This is crazy."

"Kiss him good, Stephy." Mark told me. "I want to fuck you too."

"You'll have to wait your turn." I giggled. "Mmmm..."

I gave Chris the best kiss I knew how, turning my face so our lips
joined perfectly, our tongues wriggling gently, really soft and wet
and hot in our shared breath. I had one hand on his back, and the
other in his long blonde hair, massaging his scalp softly. And I was
the one who was going to cum probably, not him, at least not before I
did. My tummy was tight, with pleasant little cramps, like butterflies
tickling me inside. And my pussy just seemed to throb, my entire sex
was trembling it seemed.

And then Chris cheated, moving his hips, or maybe it was me, I
couldn't tell and I didn't care. All of a sudden we were moving, not
fast, but hard, like grinding our bodies together. His cock was as far
inside me as it could get, filling me perfectly. It was just the right
size and I was working myself around on it hard, lifting my hips and
rolling my ass. Doing everything I could to feel him everywhere inside
me all at once.

We didn't stop kissing either, even when I did start to cum. I just
held Chris even tighter, crying out into his mouth because it was a
sharp sensation, but not a painful one at all. But sharp and hot and
making me close my eyes so tightly that all of a sudden I had tears
running down my cheeks. I was cumming so good I was crying and then
Chris was cumming too, his tongue in my mouth, his cock in my womb,
swelling even larger and then ejaculating his hot seed inside me,
mixing with my own orgasm and spreading all through me as we continued
to move with each other.

"Jesus, that's hot." Mark was saying, watching us and jerking off
slowly. "You guys fuck sweet."

I giggled weakly at that, fighting to catch my breath and Chris was
doing the same.

"Thank you." Chris smiled at me. "That was awesome."

"You don't have to thank me." I might have blushed except my face was
already pretty pink. "I wanted to fuck you too, remember?"

"Yeah, but still..." Chris kissed my nose. "I love you."

"Me too." I nodded.

"Me too." Mark laughed at us. "Is it my turn yet?"

"He never says thank you." I rolled my eyes.

"I noticed." Chris giggled and I was still holding him tightly inside
me.

"What?" Mark groaned. "Don't you two start!"

"I think my dick is still hard." Chris grinned at me.

"I think so too." I licked my lips. "You been saving it up or
something?"

"What? Come on." Mark knew we were teasing him now.

"Yeah, for like sixteen years." Chris glanced at Mark. "She won't let
me go. Sorry."

"He can't pull out until his dick gets soft." I laughed. "New rule."

"Rule?" Mark stared at me. "We don't have any rules."

"Oh." I giggled. "I forgot."

"We're being kind of mean." Chris was giggling too.

"I just like the way it feels right now." I said, hugging Chris even
tighter, like I wasn't ever gonna let him go.

"How about if we suck him?" Chris suggested.

"We could do that." I giggled. "You want us to suck you, Mark?"

"Both of us." Chris nodded.

"At the same time." I added.

"I guess so." Mark sighed reluctantly, but he was smiling big at the
idea of both Chris and me sucking his cock together.

"Is it clean?" I giggled, knowing he'd washed it off with some bottled
water after fucking Chris, not that I would have minded probably, not
the way I was feeling right then.

"Shush!" Mark laughed, and he got close to us, pushing his big fat
cock over my lips as I lay there.

I was licking and kissing the bottom of Mark's penis, while Chris was
kissing and licking the top. Mark was sort of half sitting, half
kneeling and moving his cock slowly between us. Pretty soon I found
myself with one of Mark's balls in my mouth, washing it with my tongue
while Chris sucked the head of Mark's cock above me. That seemed to
work pretty good and Chrissy was fucking me again too. We were all
moving, just a little, and Mark held Chris' head, urging him to suck
more of his cock while I worked my mouth around his balls, sucking one
and then the other, warming them up nicely.

After a few minutes of that, Mark pulled his cock away and angled it
down; pushing the swollen head between my lips so I could suck it for
awhile and that was nice also. Chris was kissing me and licking at the
corner of my mouth and along Mark's shaft. It took both of us to give
that large cock all the attention it deserved. Mark enjoyed it too,
fucking his cock in and out of my mouth and then pulling it away,
feeding it to Chrissy again, and every now and then Chris and I would
kiss each other with our tongues mostly, and the tip of Mark's cock
between us while we did it.

And Chris was still hard, that was the best. Even after he'd cum
inside me, his cock was still hard and he fucked me slowly, in and out
beautifully while we sucked Mark off. He was going to last awhile this
time too, and so was Mark, as we never really sucked long enough, or
hard enough on his cock to really bring him close to orgasm. It was
like a fun game, not teasing him, but just making Mark feel really
good as Chris and I shared our boyfriend's cock.

But Mark wanted to get off too, so it wasn't surprising or
disappointing when he finally moved to kneel above my face, pointing
his long hard cock at Chrissy's mouth and coaxing the boy to give him
a real blowjob. Mark was straddling my head, on his knees, and holding
Chrissy's head gently in his hands, and all I could see were Mark's
heavy balls hanging down just above me. I lifted my head enough so I
could lick and kiss them, feeling his soft hairy sack on my nose and
lips.

Chris was sucking Mark as well as he could, although he wasn't very
experienced of course, but he was getting better and learning fast,
and he could take more of Mark's dick than I could anyway. But it was
messy and noisy with loud wet slurpy noises, and spit and precum
dripping down to fall onto my chin and neck. I didn't mind it, I'd
gone back to nuzzling Mark's balls as best I could, although I wished
I had a pillow or something. It was a little tiring lifting my head
and playing with my boyfriend's balls for a minute and then taking a
short breather.

All the while Chris was fucking me too, and now I was fucking him as
well. My body was primed for it and moving all by itself. My cunt was
full of sperm and girl goo and Chrissy's cock was stirring it up nice
so that the stuff was running out of me, down my ass to stain that
comforter. It was cool and wet and a little uncomfortable as that wet
spot grew, but I couldn't have moved if I wanted to. I was trapped
between and beneath the two boys and neither of them was going to move
until they'd cum.

"Yeah...Suck it, Chrissy...Fuck, you're so hot with my cock in your mouth
like that..." Mark was talking softly, thrusting a little, making Chris
choke every now and then around the big dick fucking his mouth.

"Mmphh..." Chris made little happy sounds, moans and groans and soft
grunts as he pushed his cock inside me faster and harder, sucking
Mark's cock with the same rhythm.

"Ohhh...Jesus...Stephy!" Mark had lowered himself for me and I'd suddenly
found his asshole on my mouth.

I don't think Mark had meant to do it like that, but I didn't mind. I
was getting fucked good and my whole body was just screaming to touch
and lick and kiss anyone anywhere. I kissed Mark's ass and then
pressed my tongue against him, licking and kissing the one place I'd
never done it before. I didn't care that it was his ass, it was Mark,
the boy I loved more than anyone. And I enjoyed the taste of him, the
tight little pucker of his anus and the way he was moving as he felt
me trying to worm my warm wet tongue inside him.

I ate his ass like a little slut, like a genuine bad girl, which was
always my favorite fantasy anyway. Being so bad in secret like that.
Nobody would ever guess I was the kind of girl who would push her
tongue inside a boy's ass and love it. But I was exactly that kind of
girl and now I was proving it. I clutched Chris to me tightly, begging
him with my hands, and legs wrapped around his waist, to fuck me
harder cause I was going to cum. I was having my orgasm just as my
greedy little tongue slipped inside Mark's rectum, working just an
inch inside maybe and I could feel his muscles relaxing, opening up
for me and then getting tight again as he'd push his cock into
Chrissy's mouth.

I was cumming hard and stiffening my tongue and stabbing it inside
Mark's ass at the same time Mark was telling Chris he was going to
cum. My little tongue job was pushing Mark over the edge, just like it
had for me and I felt Mark's ass getting really tight suddenly,
pushing my tongue out of his ass completely as he was groaning and
holding Chrissy's face to his penis. He was shooting now, into our
boyfriend's hungry mouth, giving Chris his very first load of creamy
sperm to swallow thickly, and what he couldn't spilled down his cheeks
and chin, big hot drops of the stuff falling onto me.

"You too...here..." Mark was gasping, holding his cock tight as he pulled
it from Chrissy's mouth, moving so he could push it into mine. Mark
was still cumming, although not as much now, but enough as he pushed
his cockhead between my lips. Cum flowed over my tongue and I sucked
him gently, my head filled with the warm happy buzz of my orgasm, and
I was swallowing Mark's sperm until finally Chris was there, replacing
Mark's softening cock with his mouth.

We shared our spit and Mark's hot sperm back and forth between us, our
tongues swishing around wetly and somewhere in the middle of that
kiss; my boyfriend was cumming inside me. Chris moaned and held his
cock inside my tight warm sex and filled me once more with his hot
seed. It was outrageous and sexy and Chris was cumming a lot, I could
tell. He must have really been saving it and I giggled breathlessly
beneath him, wondering if the boy had ever jerked off in his life. It
didn't matter now though, cause with me and Mark around, Chris would
never have to jerk off again. We'd make sure of that.


end of 21

Chapter Twenty-Two


"So...How was your date last night?" My mom asked me, and she was
cooking again.

Believe it or not, she really does do other stuff, but it was
breakfast time and she believes in three meals a day. Like it's a
religious thing, or something.

"It was great!"

I smiled at her and I was shaking my hair dry after a quick shower,
walking into the kitchen wearing old jeans and a fleece sweatshirt
that had been hers once upon a time. It was pink and soft and I loved
it.

"No problems?" She was scrambling some eggs for me.

My dad was already out in the pressing shed, getting an early start
cause we'd be having a barbecue with Chrissy's family that afternoon.
Dad had complained a little about losing half a day, since it was
early autumn and the last apple harvest was just finished for the
year. We had a lot of apples. But Daddy loved a good barbecue too, so
he wasn't grumbling too much.

"Nope!" I grinned and opened the fridge for some juice. "It was
perfect."

"Good." My mom smiled and I think she'd been a little worried.

"Chris and Mark got along great, it was so cool."

"What movie did you guys see?"

"That new pirates movie." I drank my juices quick so she wouldn't
notice I was fibbing. I'm not really good at that, even though I had a
lot of practice. Or more likely I just wished I wasn't so good at it;
it's not really something I wanted to be proud of.

"Was it good?" Mom was scooping eggs onto a plate.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged. "You think Chris looks like Johnny Depp?"

"Chris?" My mom thought about it for a second. "Maybe his hair a
little."

"Yeah." I giggled.

It was pretty cool. I knew mom and dad were okay since they hadn't
been waiting up for me when I'd come in at quarter to one in the
morning. My dad had been up, of course. He couldn't really sleep when
I was out for some reason, but my mom had already been in bed. Daddy
hadn't said much to me, just looked at his watch, smiled, and said
goodnight, cause he was pretty tired. I'd been tired too.

Dad was gonna find out I had two boyfriends pretty soon though, I knew
that. It wasn't going to be possible keeping that a secret. But he
liked Mark, and probably he liked Chris okay, and so did mom, so...I
kept my fingers crossed and I couldn't wait til that afternoon. I was
dying to see my boyfriends again. Mark was coming over, of course, as
soon as he'd heard the word barbecue, he was making plans.

I had my own plans though. I seriously wanted more sex with Mark and
Chris. I knew why too. My period was coming, in just like three or
four days maybe, and I'd already started feeling it. Not that it was
bad, my periods were really weak, super light and just a few days long
usually, but that was cause of the birth control pills mostly. I'd
already taken one that morning, first thing when I woke up. I always
had to make sure I grabbed a couple out of my locker on Fridays and I
just wrapped them in a bit of plastic, tucked inside my little change
wallet in the bottom of my purse. Mom might snoop, but probably not
there.

I wished they looked more like aspirins, those birth control pills,
but they didn't. They looked like little pink hearts, sort of. If my
mom found them she'd probably think they were ecstasy or something,
which would almost be better than telling her what they really were.
My parents really did think I was a virgin, along with just about
everyone else in the county. I sincerely wanted to keep it that way
too.

The only ones who knew any different, besides me and my two
boyfriends, were Todd, since he'd fucked me himself once, and Sandy's
brother...But he didn't count at all. And I knew Todd wasn't going to
tell, partly because he was a pretty good guy at heart, partly cause
he was Mark's best friend, and partly because Mark had told him that
if he ever told anyone, Mark would beat him up. Not that Mark went
around beating people up all the time, I'd never date a guy like that!
Mark never beat anyone up.

He was big enough so he didn't have to, which was pretty cool. I liked
having a big strong boyfriend.

"Did you let him kiss you?" My mom asked, sitting down with a cup of
coffee.

"Mom!" I made a little face around my eggs.

"Chris, I mean." My mom ignored my look. "I know you kiss Mark."

"Well, yeah." I shrugged, knowing she wouldn't let it go.

"And Mark...He didn't..."

"Get mad?" I shook my head. "Why would he?"

My mom laughed at that. She was okay with me kissing my boyfriend,
boyfriends I guess, since now I had two, but that was as far as it
went. I totally denied we ever did anything else, but she probably
figured I let Mark feel my tits up too. She'd been a teenage girl
herself, back in the eighties, so it wasn't like she was all innocent
or anything. She'd had her own boyfriends.

"Mark is one of a kind, Steph." My mom shook her head. "I almost wish
I was twenty years younger."

"Mom!" I rolled my eyes.

"What?" She giggled at me and mom was still pretty cute when she did
that, for being old like she was.

"Bad enough my boyfriend talks about you all the time." I grumped. "I
don't need to hear it from you too."

"He does?" My mom smiled at that.

"Never mind." I sighed.

"What does he say?"

"Mom! God..."

"Oh, I'm just teasing you." My mom reached over and patted my hand.
"Mark's a good kid, I'm proud of you guys."

"Hmph." I shook my head and smiled, just a little.

I didn't mind at all that my mom and Mark got along so good. It was
seriously cool and made my life a lot easier, but I just wished they
didn't like each other THAT much, you know? Not like they were going
to do anything, that would be insane, but I didn't need any teasing
like that either. And they both loved to do it, that was the thing.
Mark always teased me about how my mom was so cool, and such a good
cook, and so nice to him. Blah Blah Blah

"Well, he's coming over this afternoon, so remember that, okay?" I
told my mom, feeling kind of like I was her mom for some reason.

"I'll be good, mom." My mother giggled again, obviously feeling the
same way and we were in synch like that a lot.

I guess all mother and daughters probably are. I just wished it didn't
extend to our tastes in boys.


end of 22

Chapter Twenty-Three


"You need any help, Daddy?" I asked him, kind of loud over the sound
of the pressing machine.

"Nope, I got it, Steph." My dad smiled at me.

It was pretty much a one man operation and we both knew it, but it was
a good excuse for me to come out and hang with him for a bit. I knew
he'd appreciate that. We had pickers, local kids mostly, wanting to
earn a few dollars, but only for the few weeks it took to get all the
apples off the trees. Now that it was done, my mom and dad did all the
work themselves. Pressing apples into juice and pulp, filling big
containers of raw apple juice to sell to Del Monte or whoever, and
keeping some for making our own cider. Daddy sold that to a local
distributor who sold it to retailers as far away as Boston and New
York City. It didn't make us rich, but it more than paid the bills.

"Did you and Mark have a good time last night?" Daddy asked me, wiping
his hands on a rag from the back pocket of his coveralls.

"Yeah, it was pretty fun." I smiled. "Thanks for letting me stay out
late."

"Well, thanks for getting home on time." Dad grinned.

"I'm always home on time." I laughed.

"Yes, you are." He nodded. "You feed the horses?"

"Not yet."

"Let's go do that then." Dad grabbed some apples, cause the horses
really loved those and the smell of apples being pressed made the
animals a little crazy for them.

One of them, Taffy, got loose once and got into the pressing shed. He
must have eaten about a bushel and half of green apples. We had to
call the vet cause that horse was hurting later on. It was kind of
funny, but I felt bad for Taffy. It was just too much of a good thing
and we were careful to keep all the doors closed now. Horses are
smarter than they look, but dumber too, sorta like parents.

Which was why I was really out there, because if I'd learned nothing
else growing up it was that the best way to avoid getting in trouble,
was to go looking for it. Not all the time, but in certain
circumstances, like having two boyfriends at the same time. Daddy was
gonna find out one way or the other, so getting it from me would be
best, I was sure.

"Hey Daddy?" I brushed some long black hair back out of my eyes.

"Uh-huh?" He was pushing a shovel around, cleaning Taffy's stall while
I was filling a big plastic bucket with horse grain for him.

"I sorta need to tell you something." I paused. "Sorta weird."

"Weird?" Daddy looked at me. "What's that mean?"

"Not bad." I shook my head quickly. "But different."

"Okay." He shrugged. "What is it?"

"You remember Chris, right? He's kinda my boyfriend now."

"Kind of your boyfriend?"

"I mean, he is my boyfriend." I licked my lips. "We're uh, we're going
out together...You know."

Daddy stopped cleaning and leaned on the shovel looking at me.

"Then why'd you go out with Mark to the movies?" Daddy wasn't mad,
just concerned really. "You told him last night?"

"Well..." I cleared my throat. "I'm still going out with Mark too."

Daddy just stared at me for a minute, figuring out what I was saying,
but coming to the wrong conclusion, of course.

"Two boyfriends, eh?" He sighed. "When they find out..."

"Oh, they already know." I offered a little smile. "Mark knows and
Chris, well...He went with us last night."

"Come again?"

"I'm dating them both, Daddy." I smiled a little more. "At the same
time."

"You went out last night with two boys?" He stared at me hard and I
swallowed nervously. "All the way to Clearview?"

"Uh..." I shrugged.

"And you didn't tell me about that?" My dad pursed his lips. "But you
didn't forget to ask for a little more time to spend with them, huh?"

"It isn't like that..."

"This isn't New York City, Steph, this is Iroquois County and people
around here have a name for girls going out with two boys at a time."

"Daddy!" I blushed and looked suitably shocked.

"And you know it too." My dad continued. "Don't you pretend
otherwise."

"I'm not pretending anything, Daddy. It was just a date, we're
friends, all three of us."

"Friends?" My dad snorted. "Boys don't have a girlfriend so they can
share her."

"Well Mark does." I said, wondering exactly what it was I was saying,
but it was too late for that anyway. "And Chris does too."

"Maybe so, but I don't have a daughter who spends her nights with two
boys in the back of a pickup truck." He was kind of mad I realized, if
he was saying that sort of thing.

"What?" I stared at him. "We went to a movie, Dad!"

"You and two high school boys, I know, and they didn't try anything?"

"No!" I crossed my arms and I was really flushed, getting a little mad
myself.

"And you'd tell me if they did, huh?" Daddy shook his head, thinking
maybe I wouldn't.

"They didn't do anything." I said. "And you know it, Daddy. You know
Mark, he isn't like that!"

"I thought I knew him." My dad was staring back. "But sharing his
girlfriend? What the hell does that mean anyway?"

"It doesn't mean anything!" I frowned. "God! We're just three people
who like to hang out and be together. What's wrong with that?"

"Don't take a tone with me, girl." Daddy warned me.

"I'm not." I seriously pouted and I thought I was going to cry in a
second.

We didn't say anything after that for a few minutes. We just sort of
looked at each other, me thinking he was being totally stupid,
suggesting I was being a slut, or whatever the word was he had in
mind. And Daddy, I don't know what he was thinking, except talking
about me being in the back of Mark's truck with two boys...That would
have been really insulting if it hadn't been sort of true. As it was
though I still felt it like a sharp pain in my heart. He didn't have
any cause to say something like that, not to me.

"I don't know what your momma's going to say about this." My dad
finally said.

"She already knows." I said, maybe a bit testily. "I told her about it
yesterday."

"She does, eh?" Daddy took a little breath. "Well, ain't I the last
one to know?"

"She's okay with it." I said, softening a little and hoping he'd do
the same. "They're both really nice, Daddy. You know Mark, and you met
Chris, they aren't doing anything wrong."

"I'm just trying to protect you, Steph." My dad shook his head. "You
know that's what I gotta do. You're just 16 years old and..."

"And I'm fine, Daddy." I smiled. "You raised me good; I'm not doing
anything I don't want to."

I was lying enough already and I felt a little bad about it, so I was
looking for ways to be sort of truthful, but make it sound like I was
all innocent. That was kind of hard to do, but my dad was listening
and hearing what he wanted mostly, like not doing anything I didn't
want to, that sounded an awful lot like I wasn't doing anything I
shouldn't. Or so I hoped.

"So you went out with those two boys last night." My dad said slowly.
"And they didn't try and do anything?"

"No!" I laughed lightly. "We saw a movie, got some burgers, and mostly
just talked about school and stuff."

"Uh-huh." Daddy had been a teenager in the eighties too and I
seriously doubted he'd ever even thought about sharing one of his
girlfriends on a date.

"Ms. Hayden wants Chris to be a cheerleader." I said, thinking maybe
Daddy would consider that.

A cheerleading boyfriend, he had to be pretty harmless, wouldn't you
think? A big burly man like my dad would think so, I was sure. My dad
and Chrissy's dad, as much as I hated to admit it, were probably a lot
alike in some ways. In how they pictured their roles as males anyway.
My dad wouldn't ever talk to a girl the way Georgie had talked to me
though, I knew that. My dad might look at a pretty girl with more than
a passing interest, even one young enough to be his daughter, but when
he opened his mouth he'd be polite and responsible with what he said.

"A cheerleader?" My dad grinned at that.

"Yeah." I smiled happily. "Not like me, I mean one of the guys who
helps with tumbling and stuff, you know."

"Sure, yeah." My dad nodded. "I thought those guys were all..."

"What?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Nothing, I just um...Well, the ones I knew were a little light in the
loafers, you know."

"Are you trying to say Chris is gay, Daddy?"

"What?" My dad looked shocked at the idea, but not totally. "No,
course not. He's Georgie Wheelock's boy."

Like that made a difference about anything? I almost laughed.

"He's just really nice, okay?" I made myself frown a little, but it
was perfect because I wasn't insisting that Chris wasn't gay, so my
dad would wonder and then probably assume...

"So is that why you like him so much?" My dad asked. "Cause he's a
cheerleader?"

"Well, yeah." I grinned. "He's new in town, Daddy. He needs friends,
you know. I like him a lot and he's gonna be cheering with me so..."

"Oh, sure." My dad thought he was getting it now.

He wasn't my real boyfriend; Chris was just my friend who was also a
boy. I'd probably made Mark agree to bring Chris along or I wouldn't
go out with him. And so Mark was being the good guy, the friend for
Chris just because it was easier doing that than it was arguing with
me. Daddy could understand all that, it was perfectly logical if you
were a total male chauvinist.

"Well, I guess I got a little hot there." My dad cleared his throat.
"I said some things I shouldn't have."

"Me too, Daddy." I walked over so I could give him a hug. "I'm sorry."

"So this Chris, he's going to be hanging out with you and Mark a lot?"
Daddy let go of the shovel and wrapped his big arms around me.

"Well, yeah." I shrugged, smiling up at my dad. "He's our friend."

"Sure, okay." My dad nodded. "I guess I'd better have a real sit down
with him then, eh?"

"Show him your gun cabinet?" I giggled.

"That gun cabinet does wonders for a boy's concentration." My dad
chuckled.

"I bet." I hugged him tight. "Just be nice okay? He's really sweet,
Daddy."

"I'll bet he is." Daddy was happy now, and all okay with it.

Not only was Chris a nice sweet gay boy who was going to be on my
cheerleading squad, he'd be going out with me and Mark, and that was
like having a solid gold chastity belt, wasn't it? Mark couldn't do
anything while Chris was there. Unless Mark was...I could hear the
wheels turning in my dad's head and I knew I'd figured him right.

"Hey, uh...Mark isn't..." My dad started and then shook his head. "Never
mind."

I didn't even have to ask. Mark was a man, a young one, but definitely
a man and the quarterback of the football team, and the boyfriend of
the prettiest girl in the county, so he couldn't be gay. That just
didn't make any sense in Daddy's world. A boy like that would only
want one thing and that was nestled safely between my legs, but Daddy
had talked with Mark about that already. A bunch of times. And Mark
knew better than to try anything that might get himself stuffed and
mounted on the wall of my father's den.

Yep, Daddy had it all figured out now...And I had the blessings of both
my parents to date both my boyfriends. At the same time! Could life
possibly get any better?


end of 23

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