The last summer

The last summer [part 1 of 3]
By: Conrad

Summer was just beginning, but our lives were changing. Dixie finally got on birth control, and we began having sex, real sex, fucking sex, as soon as we could get naked together. We knew that summer would pass all too quickly so we vowed to make the most of it. We were young and in love, but we knew that things could change in a heartbeat.

Dixie and I lay in the grass by the river, snuggling after our first time that my hard cock had actually penetrated her tight virgin pussy, our hands slowly caressing each other, and soon enough she has me hard again. "Oh, Conrad, it's so great that you can do it again," and she rolled onto her back, pulled me to her, kissing me. One leg was between hers, and I felt the wetness had returned to her sweet slit. I reached down, dipped a finger in, a moan from her, her hips moving against my hand. "Umm, I could do it again, too!" When I took my finger out I glanced at it, saw that there was a thin smear of blood on it.

"Dixie, you were so tight that I thought I might not be able to get into you." I held my finger for her to see. "That's the end of your innocence, babe. You're really a woman now."

As my fingers played in her moist depths my lips traversed the soft lightly tanned shoulders, to her creamy breasts, her strawberry nipples, which were, no surprise, hard as pebbles, standing out stiffly. I licked, at first gently, but then I had to suck those gorgeous globes, and as Dixie moaned I brought her hand up, placed it around her breast for her to hold it to my mouth and suckled her as though she was feeding me, and when my teeth bit and pulled she gasped.

"Conrad, I love to have you doing two things to me at once. It makes both of them so much better. But you know what I want now, please, I'm so ready!" And it was obvious, with her pussy tight on my fingers, her hips thrusting against my hand, the squishy sounds testifying to how incredibly wet she was. "You want me to beg you for it, don't you!"

"Dixie, no, I just want it to feel so amazingly wonderful for you every time we do anything. I might tease you a little but, no, I don't need you to beg me. That would be mean of me."

"Well, then, let me have it now or you're going to be called Mr. MeanJeans for a long time," and she pulled me to her, her strength enough to get me on top of her. Then she said something that I was going to hear very often when we had sex: "Let's try something different!" She looked at me questioningly, not having any idea other than experimenting. I knew she was mentally reviewing the various positions we'd talked about and I quickly made a selection.

"Up on your knees, or you can get on your feet and squat over me." She immediately got the idea, seeing in her imagination how it was going to be. She opted for planting her feet beside my hips and as easily as swinging onto a horse she rose up and balanced herself over me, looking down to see my stiff cock in my fist, the swollen head pointing directly at her shining slit.

"Ohmygod, that's beautiful, oh ... ," and she lowered her pussy slowly, moaning as contact was made, gasping as her soft silken slippery lips closed over the swollen ridge, groaning as her hot wet cunt descended onto me until her mound was against my pubic hair. I could feel the pulsations even as she remained still, her face a magnificent portrait of sexual bliss.

She opened her eyes, half way, a slow smile forming on her luscious lips. The tip of her tongue peeked out, ran across her top lip, and she sighed. "Can we just stay like this? This is really incredible! I can't believe other people can feel like this, feel as incredibly great as this!" But her hips were moving, slowly rocking, my cock moving in her an inch at a time and it was heavenly. She moved slowly, languid in her pleasure, then raised up until I was completely out of her pussy. Her eyes were on mine, blue on blue, and then she dropped down quickly, all the way, then began bouncing up and down, taking me in all the way, then letting me almost escape.

As she moved she'd make minor adjustments of her contact with me and when she was satisfied that she was exactly as she wanted to be she went at it, her body up and down up and down, over and over, her tits bouncing and swaying, her hair flying around her head. She was gripping my upper arms, nails digging in, her face set in a fierce mask of determination and lust. As she fucked me she kept whispering to me. "Conrad, I can feel it inside me, on my spot" and "Oh, your cock is right against my clit!" and "You feel so big in me!" and then "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod" and her eyes changed, as though she was looking out across to a far away horizon. "Oh oh oh! I'm ... oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!"

I couldn't stay with her, I just let her ride, but when she began to cum and her body was out of control I took the reins and, holding her hips, I began moving up and into her, meeting her pussy and maintaining the rhythm she'd set, and maintaining her orgasm. When she sat straight up, her back arched, head back, I let go, and when she felt me grow thicker in orgasm she screamed, her pussy gripping me so tightly that we were one body joined at the genitals.

Dixie slumped onto me, both of us gasping for breath, sweat dripping from her onto me, our bodies slick, our muscles still jerking in aftershocks. She laughed. "Okay," panting, "I asked for that! Man oh man, that was better than the first one! Does it get better every time?"

When she could breathe she kissed me, salty and warm, then kissed her way down my body, licking the sweat from my nipples, my belly, then taking my soft cock into her mouth, sucking me gently. She looked up, let it fall to my thigh. "I told you I wanted to taste us both together."

In the water again, we sat by the shore in the soft sand, pouring handfuls of water on each other, her body beautiful in the late afternoon sun, her tangled hair pulled up now and knotted somehow at the back of her head. "It won't stay there long, but it feels cooler for a bit," and it allowed me to kiss her neck. "Hey, are you ready again?"

"Dixie, give me a break, I'm not even recovered from that one yet. Later, babe, later."

When we got back to Meg and Tom we got 'that look", and Dixie smiled, pursing her lips, "shhh". Meg smiled back, then nodded to Tom, who grinned, and I thought for a moment he was going to high five me or shake my hand, but Meg nudged him in the ribs and he turned away, continuing to pack the few things that were not yet eaten.

I opened two beers, handed one to Dixie, and we toasted silently with our eyes, and it was the best beer I'd ever tasted. Then we decided to stay for awhile, in no hurry to join the weekend traffic, so we brought the fire ring up to temperature and put on some hot dogs and buns.

"Ohmygod, these are so good!" and Dixie began spreading mustard on her second hot dog.

"I see you have quite an appetite," and she looked at me, wondering if I'd intended the pun. My smile told her she was correct.

"Who knew I'd be so ... hungry!"

Meg couldn't help herself. "Dixie, I'm glad you're finally off your diet." Tom looked on, but apparently didn't get it, girl talk to him, and he started a conversation about baseball. I let the jocks have the floor, the three of them expounding on the merits and flaws of their favorite players and teams. It was a sunny summer day, I had a beautiful girl who loved sex. Life was good. Little did I know how much better it would continue to get.

We arrived at Dixie's house at the lake a little after dark, the night alive with the sounds of crickets and peepers, and occasionally a bull frog, which one of my uncles in Vermont called jug-o-rums, for their deep bass sound. The splash of a fish going after a bug far out on the lake was almost like an echo. We sat with her parents, who had plainly waited up for us to return, and we talked with them about where we'd been and what we'd done, and to put Dixie at ease I told them more than they probably wanted to hear about the softball game.

"Well, it's getting late, so we'll be off to bed. Don't you kids stay up too late!" It was a good feeling to see Dixie and her parents kiss good night. I could see why she was so loveable.

We sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to the night music, thinking about our day, and this would always be 'our day'. Dixie poured lemonade for us and we walked down toward the lake, stopping at the edge of a hay field. We leaned against the ancient wood slat fence, looking at the myriad stars above us. "Conrad, when we're apart, where ever we are, we can look up at night and see the same stars and talk to each other, and we'll hear each other, I bet we will." God, she was so sweet. It was no wonder I loved this girl!

It was an hour after her parents went to bed that Dixie and I softly crept up the stairs, and as she pulled her tee over her head, tossed her bra, stepped out of her shorts and panties, my heart filled to the brim with love for her. She was certainly beautiful, the most beautiful girl I'd known, but it was more than that, it was her, all of her, every aspect of her.

Dixie undressed me, then led me to the bed. "Nothing different this time, just make love with me, that's all I want, that's all I need tonight," and as I entered her I thought I heard her catch her breath, and as one tear slowly ran down her cheek I captured it with my tongue, kissed her, sharing it with her. We made slow soft sensual love, and when we came it was quiet and amazing in its overwhelming satisfaction.

"Hey," Dixie shaking me gently, "I hate to say it, but you have to get up, it's almost morning." Her voice was so quiet, lower than a whisper, then a soft kiss and she was gone, returning in a minute with a glass of cold water. "We'll do down together so if anyone wakes up I'll run interference, it'll be okay. I'll see you later?"

I nodded, pulled her to me, kissed her again, and I felt some hardness beginning.

"No! Not now!" but I could tell she was laughing to herself.

It was that time just before dawn when the sky is still dark but the threat of light is there, and then it's not dark any longer. When I got home it was just getting to be daylight. I took a quick shower, then lay on the bed, remembering this incredible day as I fell deep into sleep.

Dixie spent the next day with her mother, and I knew we wouldn't see each other so when I woke up I eased into the afternoon, getting out to the lake after dinner. Summer vacation meant that there were always some of our friends there, and this evening was no exception. I hung out with a few people, shooting darts and playing pool, talking about the prom and where everyone went and what everyone did. At about ten o'clock Tom and Meg came in, laughing as they got a pitcher. I sat with them and we talked for a few minutes. I told Tom how great it was that he could borrow his brother's car.

"Yeah, I still have it, until day after tomorrow. I love that car. I hope he'll let me have it for keeps some day. I'd even buy if from him." We talked about great cars for a few minutes.

"It seems funny not to have Dixie with us, no? Let's see if we can get her out."

"Meg, it's after midnight, so you know she won't be able to get out." She looked at me, smiled.

"Conrad, what you don't know! I bet you we can get her right now."

As we neared her house I saw that all the lights were out, except for her bedroom, which had a soft glow, and I knew it was that one table lamp in the corner. Tom pulled to the side of the road, into a little grove that was not readily noticeable from the road, turned off the lights and the ignition, the warm engine ticking in the heat for a minute as we sat quietly. I was about to say something when I saw Dixie coming around from the back of the house, from the kitchen I assumed. She was walking quickly but carefully, and when she got to the car I opened the back door and she jumped in. I expected Tom to drive away immediately, but we stayed there.

"Conrad, I told you. She's not always the little angel you think she is. We do this all the time."

"Conrad, don't listen to her, it's only been a couple of times and always on the weekends, not on school nights. You know I'm really a good girl, don't you!"

"I'm just happy you're here. I've missed you", and she nestled against me, an arm around my waist, her fragrance like a soft kiss.

"What have you guys been up to? I had to stay with my mom, she's really still being protective, but they're sound asleep, so there's no hurry now." She pulled my face to hers, kissed me, her tongue sweet and warm in my mouth. "Umm, I missed you today. Yesterday was fabulous, and last night! Conrad, I'll never forget that, never." She kissed me again.

From the front I heard movement, then whispers, then quiet. Dixie looked at me, her eyes wide in the darkness. When we kissed again our hands went beneath each other's shirts, and I moaned when I found that she didn't have a bra on. Her breasts were full and heavy in my hands, smooth and warm, the nipples hard. To my surprise she took the tee off and unsnapped her shorts. She was smiling now, seeing the shocked expression on my face. "It's okay," and she came to me again. Her lips met mine and her hands worked at getting my shirt over my head, then her breasts were crushed to my chest, low moans from both of us. When I felt her fingers at my zipper I froze.

"Dixie, what ... ," not believing what she was doing.

"I want to feel you. Take your jeans off, I want to play with you." She was so matter of fact, and I thought how much she'd changed in the past few weeks, but then it came to me. This was the Dixie I knew, shy but confident, strong in her thoughts and convictions, curious. But now she was sexually aware, and those qualities were allowing her to explore and experiment. I was somewhat responsible for her awakening, and timing was everything. I knew that if it wasn't me it was going to be someone else sooner or later.

"Dixie, I'll do anything for you, with you. But ... "

"Conrad, these are our friends. I wouldn't be here if I didn't trust them. Meg and I, well, we've been curious for a long time, but I was never ready to do anything but to play together, and not much of that even. But now, with you, I told you, I want to do and see everything."

My mind went back and I remembered her words, but at the time they hadn't completely registered. Now I wondered just what she meant, what she and Megan had planned. "Okay, but if I think you're going too far I'll tell you."

"That's exactly why we're together," and she kissed me again. Her fingers unsnapped my jeans, unzipped me, and wrapped her fingers around my erection. My heart was pounding in my chest, not only from her hand in my briefs, but because I'd never had sex with anyone else present before. Making out, petting, but that was it. This was as new for me as it was for her, and with that thought I kicked my loafers off and pulled my jeans down.

There was the sound of movement in front, then Megan cursing, and I knew what was going on up there. "Tom, I can't, not like this." She lowered her voice but I could still hear her. "There's not enough room." Before I knew what she was doing, Dixie leaned over the front seat.

"Meg, wow, you guys are way ahead of us. Maybe you should come back here, it's a lot bigger, I bet there's room enough." Meg's head popped up, glancing at me sitting there naked, legs together, my hands in my lap, trying not to look like I was covering myself, which I was. "If you want to."

I saw the slight smile on Meg's face, and I knew it was a plan between them. They'd masturbated together before, and I believed Dixie that she and Meg had stopped there, not touching each other. But now that Dixie had more experience and wasn't fearful any longer, the plot was laid. And I was curious as to how far this would go.

Dixie sat on my lap and Meg came over the seat, sitting next to us. She had her bra on and nothing else, a dark triangle at the juncture of her thighs. Tom used the doors, naked from the waist down, a large erection extremely evident, and sat beside Meg. She quickly situated herself on his lap, and without a word she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Dixie followed her lead, turning to me, her feet on the seat as she'd done the day before when she became Cowgirl Dixie, and as she kissed me her hand guided my cock against her wet pussy. My mind was a blur, wondering how I was going to handle this, and then she groaned as she sank onto me, my cock in her in a second. We sat still, kissing, feeling her wonderful breasts against me, her luscious lips on mine, her tongue against mine. My cock was throbbing within her, and her pussy was squeezing me, sending shocks throughout my entire body.

Dixie began moving on me, her pussy sliding up and down on my cock, and of course the motion was felt by Tom and Meg. Dixie's moans were enough to convince Meg that the game was on. "Tom, do it, ohmygod, do it now!" Then the seat was moving from end to end, and it felt like the car was bouncing, but it was only the springs in the seat. I opened my eyes, and Dixie and Meg were looking into each other's eyes, slight smiles on their lips. I felt excitement, and then a pang of jealousy, but then Meg looked into my eyes and I knew that she loved Dixie, and Dixie probably loved her, but I realized in my heart that Dixie loved me, loved me in a way that was completely different. I was safe, I could trust Dixie, and that was that, I was back in the moment again, and enjoying it incredibly.

Everyone was moaning and groaning, the seat was bouncing, hair was flying around in our faces, and then it was Meg's moans that took over, growing louder and longer. "Don't stop, Tom, please, don't stop now. I'm ... ," and she sank her face into his shoulder, her body shuddering, followed quickly by Tom lifting his body off the seat as he held her to him, following her in orgasm.

Dixie was watching intently, but still moving on me, and I thought the sight of her friend climaxing would send her over the edge, but it only fueled her passion and she moved faster, harder, her pussy clenching my cock like a tight fist. Then she stopped, gasping for breath, and when she kissed me she smiled, mouthed a 'thank you', and sat back, her hands on my chest. Her body moved slowly now, "play with my nipples," and as I pulled and pinched her sweet pebbles she arched her back, moaning each time her pussy pulled my cock into her, then she looked at me, her eyes huge. "Can you cum with me now, can you, can you do it now, with me, can you, please, please!"

The first spurt felt like fire through my balls, and I groaned loudly, gritting my teeth, forcing my cock as far into her cunt as I could, and with each blast of semen I heard myself groaning, almost screaming, and then she was laying against me, her mouth on mine, her hands holding mine, still moving slowly on me. "I love you I love you I love you", as she kissed me.

Everything was warm and soft, like a wonderful dream, and then the interior of the car was filled with a bright light, and I had a flash of a movie we'd just seen, a UFO hovering above a car in a corn field, an intense beam radiating straight down only to the car, and then I heard Tom. "Fuck, it's my uncle Chance," who I knew to be the deputy sheriff, "he knows it's me or my brother." Much fumbling with clothing as we awaited the crunching of boots up to the open window, but there was only silence. "He's waiting for me to leave, he won't embarrass us by coming to the car. He knows what's happening, but we have to go, now." Tom scrambled over the seat, Meg following.

As soon as Tom hit the ignition the light went out and the patrol car slowly moved up the road, watching to be sure we were leaving. Tom cruised up to the front of Dixie's house, and by now we were trying to hold our laughter. She kissed me, "Tomorrow!" and was gone.

The next day we met at the lake and as we lay on our towels, arms stretched out, holding hands, we talked about what had happened, beginning with Tom's uncle.

"Tom told Meg he's a good guy, he likes Tom and his brother a lot, tries to look out for them and knows what he can let them get away with and sometimes he takes them aside and gives them hell for something. He won't say anything and he doesn't know who was in the car. I'm sure he knows what was happening, though, and he probably thinks that I was there, since it was right next to my house."

"I guess it was a dumb place to park, but it seemed like a good idea at the time." Then I felt that I might as well get it out in the open between us. "Dixie, I love to make love with you, you know that, but that was a huge surprise, with Meg and Tom in the car."

She looked at me with concern in her beautiful blue eyes. "It was okay, wasn't it? I mean, what's the harm?"

"Well, the harm is that I didn't know about it. What if I hadn't wanted to be with them while we were doing it. You just assumed that it was okay."

She looked hurt, pulled her hand from mine. "No, I did not assume anything." Now her eyes were flashing. "I didn't even think about it, Meg and I just planned to have you and Tom pick me up and we'd go somewhere. The rest just happened."

"Well, I was certainly surprised. I mean, I've been in a car with other people before, but it was being alone with other people, back and front alone." That sounded stupid, and I was going to try to explain it better to her when she turned her head away.

"Conrad, are you angry with me?" My heart sank, that she would think that. Here we were together, talking about something, and her old anxiety came back, and I'd brought it back.

I turned to her, pulled her over so we were face to face. I knew she was on the verge of crying, and I smiled to her. "Dixie, it was exciting, having them see us, seeing them doing it. I just want to know things in advance, that's all. I still love you, I'll always love you, just don't surprise me like that." I took her hand, kissed the back, leaned to her, kissed her soft lips.

"Oh, now I want to make up to you, right here, right now. Maybe we can hide under the towels." I knew she wasn't serious, just joking, so I pulled my towel from beneath me, threw it over her, pulled up the side and began moving to her.

"No, stop! I'm just kidding!" She was laughing again, and all was right with our world.

Later, as we were laying out on the raft, our skin dry from the hot sun, our bathing suits still wet, we lay side by side, supine, eyes closed. "Conrad, what if he hadn't come?"

"Who? What are you talking about."

"Chance, Tom's uncle. What if he didn't come when he did." My mind went back to the image of Meg sitting on Tom, smiling to Dixie. An image of Meg, naked, trying to find her clothes. Nice body, not as lush as Dixie's, her breasts not as full, her nipples darker. I was amazed at how much detail I remembered now.

"You tell me. You and Meg have some history, not much, but some, a little. What were you thinking as you and she were looking at each other last night. I was jealous for a second," and Dixie looked at me, I could tell her body had shifted. I opened my eyes, turned on my side to face her. "But then I knew that you loved me, so even if you love Meg it's okay, it's more as a friend."

"Yes, I love you, you know I do, but, well, I love Meg too, but not like that. I mean. Well ... ", and she watched my eyes. "You know Meg and I have done some things together, but not to each other. Well, I think I'd like to do something with her, I mean her and I together, doing it to each other."

Once again she had me up against the wall. I knew that whatever I said had to be honest and not judgmental. I had to say something more than just what she wanted to hear, and I wasn't sure what that was. Dixie filled the silence.

"I told you I want to do everything, and that's one part of everything. I don't have a lot of experience, although I'm getting more everyday, thanks to you," and she smiled her heartbreaking smile. "But this is different. I've been thinking about this since I read something about girls being together, and then I've heard girls talking about it, like away at school or at camp. Don't you wonder what it would be like to be with a boy?"

"Dixie, not for a second. No, never." Then I thought about it for a minute. "Okay, I've wondered about some things, but not to the extent that I'm going to find out about it. So, I guess I understand, but I think it's different for girls than for guys."

We talked about that, about the different ways the genders thought about sex, and about the inequalities of acceptable behaviors for females versus males. What we realized was that we were both confident in each other, we trusted each other, and we were both very much interested in sex. It was ironic, though, that although Dixie didn't have as much experience as most of the girls her age, she didn't have the hangups either. To her it was a physical experience that didn't have to be tied to an emotional bond.

"What do you have in mind. I know how curious you are, just from the questions you ask me, and if you and Meg have the same discussions, and I think you do, where are you guys in this? Or do you already have a plan?"

"No, we haven't really talked about it. Before, I was too shy to say anything, and then you and I were together so much that Meg and I didn't have any time to really plan anything. We just talk about things she likes to do with Tom, like that."

"What about you and Meg doing it? I mean, you and her having sex with each other. Have you talked about that lately?"

"Well, when we were talking today about what happened last night in the car, I wanted to say something but I wanted to talk with you first. See, I do think about you." She paused for a minute, then took my hand. "We did talk about it one time, when we were doing it in my bedroom together. We were sitting across from each other on the floor, and I said I wondered if we both tasted the same way, but then we both got so excited that we didn't say anything."

That statement hung in the air until my head cleared. "Um, then why don't you talk with her about it? Just like we're doing now. If you and she do that, what's next."

"Conrad, I have to tell you this. It wasn't important before but it is now, so I'm being honest with you, and I know you'll be the same." She took her time getting her words aligned, then she kissed me. "Before we got together I had a crush on Tom, but I never said anything because he was with Meg. But after you and I started going steady, I told her. She thinks it's funny, and she thinks it's great, but I made her promise not to tell him. I don't want him to feel funny around me. But you should know."

"Why? It doesn't bother me, you're my girl, not his."

"But what if we, you and I, had sex with them? I mean, if you had sex with Meg, and I had sex with Tom?" I was stunned to hear her speak so openly about this. She was looking at me like she was asking me about a homework problem. After a moment I realized that to her what we did together was love and whatever we might do with other people would be experimentation.

"But what if I decide that I like Meg better than you, or if Tom falls in love with you? All kinds of things could happen." This was completely unfamiliar territory for me, and I was talking as I was thinking. Stream of consciousness, winging it.

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about love and sex. Then it was time for dinner so I walked her home and we made a date to meet later. "But Dixie, I think we've talked this to death. We're not really going to know, at least I'm not going to know, until it happens. Right now I think it would be a real turn on for you and me to have sex with Meg and Tom, but when the moment comes ..."

"I know. I think it'll be so erotic, but I might not even be able to do it." She looked at me with that look in her eyes, on her face, serene and totally focused on me, like I was the only other living person on the planet. "Maybe we won't even get that far. I think we're enough for each other, and anything else would be frosting on the cake."

Just as we were leaving Meg arrived, grinning ear to ear. "Hey, great news! My parents are going out tonight and won't be home until dinner tomorrow! We can have the house tonight if we want to. I bet your mom will let you stay over tonight", and she grinned at us again with her beautiful smile. My heart began racing, visions of her naked beneath me, Dixie with Tom.

"Um, who's gonna be there?" But I thought I already knew.

"Just us and Tom. I don't want a party that'll get too noisy. If there's no problem tonight then they'll be going out a lot during the summer. They have friends they spend a lot of time with."

I looked at Dixie. "Why not?" She smiled, then looked to Meg.

"Sure, that's cool, and we won't be hassled by uncle Chance." I thought that was a clear indication to Meg about what Dixie anticipated but I didn't say anything.

"Okay, ask your mom and we'll see you at the lake house later", and she walked off, humming. "Oh, don't forget your jammies."

We'd planned to walk to the lake house together after dinner, but Dixie thought it would be a good idea if she left the house by herself, we'd meet at the lake house. "If you pick me up she might get ideas."

When I entered the lake house Meg and Tom were wrapped around each other, slow dancing, and Dixie was standing at the juke box, one foot behind the other, making her ass cheeks show against her shorts. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her waist, moving up so her heavy breasts rested on my hands. "Guess who?"

"Um, I'm hoping it's Robert Redford, but I'll settle for, uh, Steve McQueen?"

"Oh, you're so close!"

She lay back against me. "Well, those actually were my second and third choices anyway."

When the next song started we danced, barely moving on the nearly empty floor. The song had finished, we went to the table, sitting down as Meg and Tom came off the dance floor. Meg glanced toward another table, where two other couples were sitting. She leaned to Dixie.

"I was just going into the girls room and I heard Gwen telling Jackie that you and Tom are an item, she saw his brother's car at your house last night, and saw that he was driving it earlier. It must have been when he was on his way to pick me up." She glanced over, caught them looking our way, then looking away as our eyes met.

Dixie waited for the next song to begin, took Tom's hand. "Tom, let's dance, c'mon."

Now Tom is a nice enough guy, and he's really good to Meg, but he's not always the sharpest tool on the bench, so he had no clue as to Dixie's intentions. When she snuggled into him he pulled away. She pulled his head down, whispered in his ear, and he backed away, about to say something, but she placed a finger to his lips, whispered again, and he grinned, and their bodies melded. I glanced to the other table, saw that Dixie had provoked the response she'd planned. I held my hand out to Meg. She smiled, and we joined Dixie and Tom.

"You can move your hand a little lower, if you want to." My hand had been on her waist, but I let it fall to the top of her hip, and she chuckled as she saw the looks on Gwen and Jackie. "Um, a little lower would be fun, too," and I complied. Not to be outdone I saw that Dixie had both hands up around Tom's neck, her full breasts flattened against his chest. His hands were on the swell of her hips, and they were dancing even slower than we were, her lips still close to his ear.

Meg lay her head against my shoulder, her face to me. "I'm glad Dixie thought of this. I've been wanting to dance with you for a long time." Our bodies were close, but we weren't grinding. It was very sensual, though, feeling her firm thighs against mine, her soft breasts against my chest.

"Yes, she's really enjoying this. I mean, playing a trick on those guys is really fun for her."

"They deserve it, talking about us without asking us if it was true first. I can hear them now, the bitches. "Oh, we didn't want to hurt your feelings, oh, we didn't want to embarrass you, oh, we didn't know what to say."

We danced the next slow dance with our partners, hoping to totally confuse the busybodies. We left soon after, walking out all together, laughing, not paying any attention to them.

"I bet it's all over town by now, and tomorrow will be even better. Big news flash! Local couples switch partners."

We got in the car and Tom drove to the levee, parked in the middle of the only lane. If another car wanted to cross we had to back up, but it afforded us the privacy of not being totally surprised. We sat outside, watching the stars, listening to the night life, talking about being the topic of conversation. And we decided we didn't care, and no one else would care once someone else got in the spotlight.

There was enough room for a blanket on the slope of the levee, and we lay there, lined up on our backs, the girls in the middle, waiting for shooting stars. It was too early for the meteor showers of August, but there might be an occasional streak across the sky. Dixie and I didn't cheat this time, and then there was a long trail, from west to east. Dixie and Meg both exclaimed at the same time, "There" and "See that?" pointing skyward. Everyone laughed.

"Dixie, it's a tie, I think you both win kisses." She tilted her head to me and we kissed. Then, whispering in her ear, "And Meg?" She looked into my eyes, smiled, turned to her best friend.

"Hey, we both saw it at the same time so we should share it together", and she moved to Meg, and I watched as Meg's head came off the blanket, their lips met, Dixie's hand went to Meg's face. The kiss lasted at least as long as ours had, and then both girls lay back down. I leaned to Dixie, my hand moving up beneath her tee shirt, felt her hard nipples.

"Let's go, before the mosquitoes find us."

Dixie and I got in the front seat beside Meg, Dixie sitting on my lap. "Hey, that's not legal!" Tom looked around, not wanting to have his uncle catch him now.

"Tom, that's why it's fun," and Dixie and Meg laughed. Tom just shrugged, and I could see that whatever Meg wanted, that was going to be it. I wondered if it was the same with Dixie and me. No, I knew we had a lot more democracy in our relationship.

When we got to Meg's house we went downstairs to the family room, and it was pretty nice. A large TV, a real bar like in a real barroom, with a large refrigerator that was filled with beer and soft drinks, and four card tables, but nice ones, with matching chairs.

"Hey, this is as nice as the lake house, but no juke box."

"But there's a stereo, which is the same thing, but no quarters."

Tom got behind the bar, got us all bottles of beer, no glasses, "I don't want any more cleaning up than is absolutely necessary," and Meg took a long swig from the bottle, walked to the stereo, and then we were dancing. In the middle of the song Meg slipped out of Tom's arms, came over to us. "Mind if I cut in?" and she stepped to me.

She felt nicer than when we'd danced in the lake house, her body more pliable, softer, and there were no separate places where we touched, it was one long area of contact from her breasts to her knees. I was hard and I knew she could feel it. "Umm, I've wondered about this." I looked to my side, saw that Dixie was leaning into Tom, her thighs around his leg, and I knew she was rubbing her pussy against him. The song ended too soon.

Tom and I were excited, and the girls were bristling with sexual energy. "Tom, go on upstairs and get a fire going in the fire place." Without a word Tom went as directed, or commanded, and Meg cleaned the bar, arranged the chairs, and we followed her up.

As we entered the living room Meg turned out the lights, leaving us in the warm glow of the fire. It was warm outside, but the fire felt good, and the light was perfect for romance, and for sex. We sat there, watching the fire gain strength, and as it crackled Dixie and I cuddled together, watching the flames leap and swirl. Meg brought some large pillows from the sofa, and we were in a jury rigged nook, able to lean back and enjoy the fire. It took only a few minutes and we were kissing, and after a few minutes more there were moans from both girls, groans from Tom and me.

Dixie's body was crushed against mine, her nipples hard, her breath warm. Her hands went to her shorts, I heard the snap unsnap, the zipper unzip. I thought she was going to take them off but she unsnapped my jeans, unzipped me. "That's better now." Her hand went in, finding my erection, "Umm, I love the way that feels in my hand," she whispered in my ear. "I'm going to kiss Meg again now, and I want you to watch me." She turned, her hand still fondling me. Softly, "Meg," and when her friend turned to her Dixie placed her free hand on the back of Meg's neck, pulled her toward her. I saw Meg's eyes, dark and glittering in the firelight, a slight smile on her glistening lips.

Meg's eyes closed as their lips met and my cock jumped in Dixie's hand. Meg moved to her, her hands coming to Dixie's face, holding her as they kissed, their heads moving almost imperceptibly, and I knew their tongues were dancing against each other. When the kiss ended Meg lay her head on Dixie's shoulder, the hand toward me going around Dixie's waist, the other hand sliding up onto Dixie's breast. Both girls moaned, and Meg opened her eyes, looked at me with a sex drunk gaze. Her eyes trailed down Dixie's arm, saw that her hand was in my jeans, the darkened head of my cock sticking out of her squeezing fist. "Umm," and she kissed Dixie again, a longer squishy sounding kiss.

I moved away, lay back against the pillows, and Dixie's hand went around Meg's waist. Tom saw me and likewise gave them some room. Meg was straddling Dixie's thighs, her hands beneath the white tee, Dixie moaning as her hands pushed Meg's tee up on her back to her shoulders. Meg pulled it over her head, flung it toward the sofa, and Dixie worked on the bra hook as Meg kissed her again.

Dixie sat up enough for Meg to get to her bra, pulled it off, pulled her tee away, and they hugged, then lay side by side, kissing and fondling, caressing. When Meg took Dixie's pink nipple into her mouth Dixie moaned as though she was about to cum, and perhaps she was, but she sat up, pulled her shorts and panties off in one motion, kissed Meg's neck as the other girl frantically removed her own remaining clothes.

Naked now, the kisses continuous as their hands explored each other. When Dixie got her fingers to Meg's pussy she stopped. "Meg, show me how you like it to feel. And I'll show you." They sat back, facing each other, Dixie in front of me so I could see Meg, but could see Dixie only from the side, with Tom having the same view of Dixie.

The girls were completely absorbed in each other, wriggling their bottoms on the rug, opening their legs, their eyes locked. "It's been awhile," Meg said, her eyelids heavy with passion in the firelight. "Umm, Dixie, I love to see you, you're so beautiful, such a beautiful body." Dixie only smiled, one hand holding a breast, the nipple caught between thumb and a finger, the other hand cupping her pussy, rotating slowly. "Let me see it, show me. I bet you're wet already. You can see that I am."

Dixie's hand moved upward, and she used her first two fingers to spread her pussy lips, showing Meg, and Tom, how wet her pussy was. It was shining with her nectar. I wanted to lick it right then but even more I wanted to see this play out.

Both girls mimicked what the other did. When Dixie's fingers ran up and down her slit, Meg followed suit. When Meg dipped her two middle fingers into her pussy, Dixie did the same. They were moaning together, and then Dixie spoke. "Meg, I know you're going to cum first, you always do, so do it and maybe cum again with me." Almost immediately Meg was cumming, her shoulders hunched forward, long dark hair hanging down, a grimace on her lovely face, "eeeeyyYAHH!" She lay back, braced on one hand, spread her legs wider, rubbing her clit as she moaned. She continued rubbing until her body shuddered again, then slowed, but her fingers didn't stop. Opening her eyes, she smiled at Dixie.

"Thanks. Now I can relax," and she opened her pussy again, her fingertips running up and down the inside of her lips. "Ah, this is so good, so good." Dixie crawled to her, on all fours, kissed her, Dixie's fingers again in Meg's pussy.

"I want to find out how it tastes, how it feels." They kissed again, their tongues outside their mouths, soft moans, Dixie's breasts hanging down, the nipples full and pink. Meg reached to one, rolled it in her fingers. "Yes, I want that, I've wanted that since the first time we did this. Especially after Tom did it to me, licked me." Meg lay back, watching Dixie's mouth descend, "Oh, Dixie, ohmygod, oh, yeah, yeah," and her eyes closed, opening when the tip of Dixie's tongue touched the slick wet lips. "Ohh!"

I could see Dixie's tongue reach out, I could see Meg's face as she turned to me, smiled, whether to me or just out of pleasure. Her eyes closed again, and when Dixie's tongue darted into her slit she moaned, reached forward to hold Dixie's head. "Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me, fuck me!" And in a minute she was cumming again, Dixie's tongue still swirling around in her pussy. Meg's orgasms were quick but she had so many.

Dixie lay back, spread her legs as wide as she could, her hips raised, her pussy lips open to show the pinkness inside, glistening in the flickering firelight, her hands on her thighs, waiting for Meg to come to her. She looked to me. "Dixie, you're so beautiful, so sexy! You're right, this is okay." Dixie smiled, her lips wet with Meg's juices.

"Kiss me, kiss me and taste her." I did, her lips sweet, but different than Dixie's pussy.

"Like it?" I grinned like a fool.

"I love it, you know that. Now I want to see you cum."

As they kissed Meg played with Dixie's fat nipples, and when she licked them Dixie lay back, looking to me, her eyes nearly closed. She held her hand out and I took it, held it as Meg bit her nipple. "Ohh!" She raised her head to watch Meg spread her pussy lips with her fingers, then lick from bottom to top with the flat of her tongue. "Ooohh!" When Meg licked again Dixie squeezed my hand and after a few minutes when Meg finally sucked on Dixie's clit she squeezed as hard as she could and in a few seconds she was cumming, her body stretched out, a low scream coming from deep within her throat. At the same time Meg reached to her own pussy, fingers on her clit, and was cumming with her friend, groaning, trying to hold on to Dixie, trying to keep their orgasms going.

They sat up, kissing, soft light kisses, whispering to each other. "That was so nice!"

Meg turned to Tom. "This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it baby!"

"Fuck yes! But now I can't wait." He got to his feet, pulled his jeans off, and his briefs, and stood in front of Meg, his cock long and thick. "I really need it now, baby!"

I saw the interplay between Meg and Dixie, a question in Meg's eyes, a slight nod from Dixie. "Tom, go over there." Dixie looked to me, and I mouthed, "okay.

"What?" Poor Tom.

"Tom, come here, stand here, beside me." My heart was beating so fast I thought I'd have a heart attack, and my cock was keeping pace. Dixie looked to me once again, and I had only to smile. She turned to Tom again. "It's okay." Tom looked to me and I nodded

You could almost see the light bulb go off over his head, and he hesitantly moved to her side, his stiff cock swaying side to side, a blank look on his face. Deer in the headlights.

"Umm, Tom, this is nice! You have a beautiful dick." Dixie knew I didn't care for that term, so with me she always said cock, but with Tom she reverted to what she was used to, and Tom didn't seem to mind as she wrapped her hand around his ample girth. She looked to me once more, then turned to Meg. Dixie got up on her knees, leaned to Tom. When her lips touched him he groaned. She opened her mouth and took him in, sliding her lips over the white shaft until she gagged, the head filling her throat. Her moan made me shiver, and when she moved back, letting him emerge, inch by inch, she wrapped her hand around him again, and began sucking and stroking as her other hand moved on her pussy. When his body began to strain she stopped, letting him slide completely out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva. "Lay down, and you can lick me too.

When she was on top of him she looked up, her hand holding him upright, and she held my eyes with hers as she took him into her mouth again, down, down to his pubic hair.

Meg was at my side. "Dixie! Ohmygod! Dixie!" Then her hand was on me, then her mouth, and it was her I was watching, sucking me into her mouth, moaning as the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I heard Tom groaning, saw him straining, knew he was cumming in her throat, knew she was swallowing him as she would me. And I knew she was cumming, her legs around his head, grinding her cunt into his face.

Meg came quickly, then licked me, her tongue almost hurting me it was so intense. Her hand was stroking me as her tongue traced along the ridge and when she knew I was ready and couldn't hold out any longer she closed her lips over the head and stroked me until I came in her mouth, spurt after spurt, her hand pumping until I held it, making her stop. She raised her head, leaned to Dixie, bent to her, kissed her, and I heard Dixie cough as the unexpected mouthful of my cum dripped down into her throat.

They were laughing, kissing, hugging, kissing again. "Dixie, I can't believe this, this is insane! Oh, god, I don't want to stop, not now!" She leaned over Tom, took his cock into her mouth, running her hands over his chest. He looked down to see which girl it was, then pulled her onto him and they were at it, Dixie watching me as Meg let her pussy slide down onto his fat cock.

Dixie sat beside me. "I love you, you're the best boyfriend in the world, and I know it."

It was incredible to me that only a month ago she was a virgin and now we were having sex with her best friend and her boyfriend. She was watching Meg and Tom intently now. I moved behind her, raised her body, and she complied by quickly getting up on her knees, leaning on her hands. "Dixie, you said you wanted to try everything, so see how you like this. Give it a chance." I knelt behind her, licked her pussy, making her spread her legs wider, one hand coming back to play with her clit. I entered her, sinking all the way in with one smooth movement, a long moan from her. She looked over her shoulder.

"Ohh, that's good! I like that, I didn't think I would but you're in so deep!

"Where? Where does it feel good?

"Inside me.

"Where inside you?

"In my pussy, you're deep in my pussy, in my cunt, in my hot wet cunt! And it feels so fucking good I can't stand it!" Ah, my sweet innocent girl friend.

One of the great advantages of this position is that I play with her swaying tits or play with her ass, and I took turns doing both. When I leaned forward to hold her by her nipples I went as deeply into her pussy as I could, and she moaned her appreciation. A few minutes later I sat back, still in her, but giving her more sensation at the outside edge of her pussy, my hands caressing the full globes of her ass, her fingers alternating from her clit to my balls.

I pulled out completely, dipped my thumb into her slick cunt. "Dixie, tell me if I hurt you, or if you don't like this," and I gently eased my wet thumb into her tight little ass. She stopped moving for a few seconds.

"It's okay, but it feels so big, it feels huge!" She moved a little, then stopped, whispering to me: "You're not going to put it in there now, are you? I mean, you're not going to put, um, your cock in there?"

"No, babe, not now. Whenever you want to try it, though." She moaned at the thought.

She turned over, lay on her back. "I want to see you, kiss you." I moved onto her, into her pussy again, and she spread her legs as wide as she could, holding her ankles, her hips raised, watching me going in and out of her. "Ohmygod, that feels so good!" She closed her legs enough to lay them over my shoulders. "Ahh, this is the best!" Her eyes held mine as she moved her fingers on her clit, moaning, closing her eyes. I bent to her, kissed her, played with her nipples.

She opened her eyes, then her mouth, her bottom lips held by her teeth. "Ummmm! Ahh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh oh oh!" She said it so softly and her body moved so slowly, it was a surprise to me. She held me to her as she moaned with that beautiful voice, my lips on her neck, her shoulder. Then, "You haven't cum yet?" She was looking at me mischievously, and I knew what was on her mind, or so I thought.

"The second time takes a little longer, as you know by now, but I'm loving this."

"Would you mind if, um, if we switched again? I know Meg wants to and I bet you and Tom want to, too." Her eyes were searching mine again, wary of disapproval.

"Dixie, we can do whatever you want or I want if we both want to do it. Yes, I'd love to see you having sex with Tom, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to fuck Meg. It was incredible seeing you suck his cock, and it's so big I know you want to find out what it feels like in your pussy, don't you." She blushed, nodded, unconsciously licking her upper lip.

We kissed, a long deep kiss, and then Dixie moved to Meg and Tom. Just as Meg had done on the dance floor she tapped Meg's shoulder. "Hey, girl, mind if I cut in here?"

Their backs were to me, Meg sitting on Tom, Dixie next to her, two beautiful pussies staring me right in the face. "Wait, don't move. Damn, I wish I had a camera. Meg, do you have a Polaroid here?"

"What are you up to?" She looked over her shoulder at me, then realized what I was looking at, and laughed. "Oh, Conrad, you're such a pervert!" She put her arm around Dixie's waist, pulled her closer to her. "Dixie, your boyfriend is faced with too much of a good thing." Dixie looked at me looking at them.

"Oh, no! Conrad, don't you wish you were twins now?"

I knelt between them, a hand on each ass. "If I live to be a hundred, this will be in my memory 'til the last day, and if I ever feel bad all I need to do is thing of this. Damn!"

"Okay, do what you're thinking, go ahead." Dixie kissed Meg, and as they kissed I got behind Dixie, held her beautiful ass and rubbed my cock against her nearly dripping pussy. "Oh, Meg, he feels so good!"

"I can't wait to find out, I've been waiting for this since that first day. Sorry, Tom, you know I love you, but girls will be girls."

It was heaven to fuck Dixie while she was kissing Meg. I reached to her and as I listened to Dixie's moans I played in Meg's pussy, and she was moaning with her friend now.

"My turn, I thought you were cutting in!" So I moved back, letting my cock slip out of Dixie's tight slit, and moved to Meg. "Ahh, that's better." Dixie kissed her, a hand caressing Meg's breast, my hand at Dixie's pussy, so slippery I could have buried my fingers in her to the knuckles.

"Hey, I'd like to be part of this if you don't mind!" Poor Tom. I lay back on the pillows, watching Tom alternate between the two beautiful girls, until Meg turned to him as he was in Dixie's pussy.

"You're on your own now, pardner." She came to me, smiling her beautiful smile, her beasts full and lovely, although not nearly as large as Dixie's, but her nipples were hard and pointing outward and upward. She had a slender body, tight from gymnastics and swimming, whereas Dixie was fuller, softer, and I thought more sensual, luscious. Both of them were turning out to be sexual athletes, though, and I was glad we'd all gotten together. It had all the appearances of being a fun summer.

Meg was about to climb onto me, but I pulled her to me, kissed her, turned her and lay her on her back. "Let me explore a little now. You have such a fine body, I want to take advantage of this, we might not ever have the chance again."

"Oh, trust me, we will, we most definitely will!" She pulled me down to kiss me and when my lips left hers they trailed down her throat to between her breasts, my fingers kneading them, a perfect fit in my hands. "Umm, your hands are so strong, but you're careful not to be too rough. I like that. But you can hurt me a little, not too much, but a little can be nice sometimes. Although I can't convince Tom of that." I pinched her nipple until she moaned, and when she did I pinched the other one a little harder. She gasped. I thought she was going to say something but she didn't, and I knew she thought it better not to. I wondered what it was, but then she held her nipple to my mouth. "Bite it."

My lips traversed her body, from her nipples down to her mound, my fingers tweaking her nipples to elicit moans and gasps. I went around her pussy, spread her legs wide and kissed her thighs. As my tongue traced circles toward her pussy, then around it, I pulled on her nipple and when she moaned I flicked my tongue across her clit.

"Oh fuck, once more like that and I think I'll ... " and before she could say it I did it, and true to her word she began, holding my head to her cunt as I sucked and licked, still pulling on her nipple. Her moans were louder and longer than they had been, and when I looked up at her I saw Dixie and Tom looking at us. Dixie was smiling but Tom was not.

But I didn't want to end it yet, so I moved up onto her and into her, and she was moaning continually, her arms around me, her legs around mine, holding on as I rammed into her, setting her off again, and she came until I did and we rode it out together.

We lay there, our bodies gradually relaxing, and then Dixie was beside us, kissing both of us. "Ohmygod, Meg, that was so intense, I knew it, I could feel it." And to me, "I hope you have one more for me, sweetie." Her eyes were shining with love, and I knew that she was so happy to be free to do what her body was asking. She kissed Meg again and as Meg moved to the side she lay beside me. "Conrad, this has been one of the most amazing nights of my life. If we never do anything like this again, I'm happy."

Our lips were making little sweet kisses in between our words. "Dixie, it makes me so happy to see you smiling like this. I know how you feel, like I felt after the first time we made love. I thought to myself, if it's only this one time, okay. But then I wanted more, and you wanted more. That's the way I think it's going to be now. We'll do this again, for as long as we both want to."

Meg touched Dixie's shoulder as she stood beside her, Tom already by the doorway. "We're going to sleep in my room. You can stay here or use the guest room. We'll see you in the morning. If you get up first you can make coffee, you know where everything is." She bent to Dixie, kissed her lightly on the lips, then kissed me, her fingers playing over my jaw line.

Dixie and I lay there, whispering and softly kissing until the fire weakened and it got a bit chilly. She found a throw on the sofa and it was enough for us to be comfortable beneath. We snuggled, her body soft and warm and I fell asleep quickly, my last thoughts that it had been an incredible experience, one that we were comfortable with and would want to repeat. Now, however, we would be on the same page and it would be new to each of us. I felt good that we were equals again.

It was not quite dawn when I awoke, the fire dead, and I was trying to remember the dream I'd just had that had probably awakened me. In the dream I was sitting in a plane, in the window seat, Dixie beside me, Meg beside her in the aisle seat. I'd just heard some kind of noise and they were whispering about that. The spot beside me was warm but Dixie was gone. But the house was quiet and I fell asleep again.

My eyes opened again to the weak light coming in through the separations in the drapes. It had to be very early, the sunlight was barely hitting the floor. The floor beside me was cool so I know Dixie had been up for awhile. I remembered her being gone when I woke up during the night, and I wondered if she'd gone into bed with Meg and Tom. But before I could feel any kind of jealousy or hurt feelings I realized that she would have awakened me if she'd wanted to do that.

Her clothes were still strewn on the floor beside the sofa, as were Meg's, but not Tom's. I padded into the half bath beneath the stairs, pissed and rinsed my mouth out. Wrapping a towel around my waist I found the kitchen, the girls sitting at a counter, mugs of coffee in their hands.

"Mornin'," sweetie!," and Dixie pulled me to her, gave me a soft kiss. "Sleep okay? I know it's early for you. Would you like some coffee?"

"Juice would be good first, if there's any. Where's Tom?" I was hoping he was out getting some bear claws or maybe pecan rolls.

"He's gone." Meg looked into the refrigerator. "Grapefruit juice okay?" I grunted approval and she poured me a glass. Dixie was smiling at me.

"This is the first morning we've spent together, and you're so funny! Like my mom says, men are just bears with furniture, and if you want to see them in their natural state, see them at first light."

I laughed. I wasn't at my best in the morning, but being with Dixie was different. I enjoyed being with her, even now, before I was really awake. But by the time I had some juice and a sip of coffee I was able to hold up my end of the conversation. I returned to the unanswered question.

"I hope Tom is getting us some goodies for breakfast. This bear could eat a horse."

Both girls looked at me, Meg's face turning very serious. Was my little joke that bad?

"Conrad, Tom's gone, as in gone gone. Turns out he's not such a good sport after all. Oh, he didn't mind when Dixie sucked his big dick, and he sure didn't mind when he was fucking her, but as soon as he saw you and I together he got pissed. And when I had that orgasm, well, that was all he could take. He's never made me cum like that, and he knew it. After that he wouldn't say a word, not until we got in my room, and then he told me that he couldn't be my boyfriend any more."

A tear was running down her cheek and Dixie hugged her, whispering to her. "No, Dixie, it's not because we're split up, it's for what he said about me, that I couldn't love him if I did that with Conrad, and with you, too. And as soon as he said that, I knew that I couldn't love him, not if he thought like that. And I told that, and then he called me a slut and a whore."

She leaned back. "I'm okay now, thanks, I'm okay." She sniffled, blew her nose, and continued. "So I told him that he should leave if he felt like that. I told him that he'd had plenty of time to tell me if he didn't want to do anything with you guys. And I told him that if he ever talked about it with anyone I'd go to his father and tell him that he'd forced me to have sex with him. He knows his father would believe him, being so holy and all, but with a dirty mind about everything."

We talked for what seemed forever, then Meg got up. "Okay, enough, enough. I can't talk about it any more, I'm so fucking pissed at him!" She looked to me, then to Dixie. "I'm so happy you guys are together, that you can talk about things and trust each other. And I'm happy that you're my friends. And my lovers." She looked at us and I knew that she was looking for confirmation.

This got to me, and I had two reactions. My cock twitched and my balls tingled, and my heart skipped a beat, if that's physically possible. Having Dixie as a girlfriend was amazing to me, and now, maybe having Meg with us was so incredible that I couldn't process it, not yet. This was something we'd have to talk about, but not now. I looked to Dixie, who was starting to cry, and then they were both crying, hugging each other, murmuring "it's okay it's okay."

"Meg, no matter what happens, we won't abandon you. Dixie and I will always be here for you. You know that."

"Con, I know, but I just had to hear it. Thanks!" She gave me a light kiss on the lips and then Dixie went to her again, for more hugging and crying.

When they were done they separated, sniffling, blowing their noses, nervous laughter now, and my heart was aching for Meg. I didn't know anything about her relationship with Tom, except that he was always good around her, and he was a good guy to be out with for a few beers. But this was something very personal and I realized that he had been a very quiet and reserved person, so it was less a surprise than I'd originally thought. It was one thing to have a beautiful girl come on to you as Dixie had, but it was something quite different when you saw your girlfriend going out of her mind while fucking with another guy. In Tom's case it was devastating. I felt sorry for him but I couldn't forgive him for taking it out on Meg.

Dixie was the first to recover. "Okay, no more crying for now. Let's get dressed and go out to breakfast." I looked at them, both in short summer robes, Meg's breasts covered except for a little cleavage showing, Dixie's not so tightly closed, the soft curves of the tops and sides of her breasts showing. Although we'd have an amazing amount of sex the night before, this