Chapter 6

Saturday

I awoke with Peyton cuddled into my side. I couldn't think of a better way to wake up in the morning. I glanced at the clock. Five in the morning. I thought back to the night before and realized we were out pretty early.

"Good morning," purred Peyton, looking up at me and smiling.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"Half an hour," she said. "I was just admiring you as you slept."

"So, you okay with last night?" I asked.

"Definitely," said Peyton with a smile. "It was so beautiful."

"You got a little freaked out there..."

"I know," said Peyton softly. "I'm sorry. I think I needed that, though."

"I understand."

"I definitely intend on making up for lost time," said Peyton with a giggle.

"Like right now?" I asked, winking at her.

"Maybe later. I'm a bit sore."

"Figured you might be," I said, chuckling.

"I really enjoyed getting that way, though," said Peyton, giggling again.

"What do you say to a nice, long, morning shower, where I wash you up like I did yesterday?"

"Mmm, I like that," purred Peyton.

We were in the shower until the water ran cold on us, nearly an hour. Both of us were prunes, but very satisfied prunes. Afterwards, we dried off, but didn't get dressed. We then went downstairs and were surprised to see my Mom in the kitchen, drinking coffee.

"Good morning, Mom," I said. "Any coffee left?"

"Practically a full pot," said Mom. "This is my first cup."

"Would you like a cup, too?" I asked Peyton. She nodded.

Peyton sat down at the kitchen table next to Mom while I grabbed some coffee.

"So, how did things go last night?" asked Mom.

"Mom! How could you ask that?" I exclaimed, nearly dropping the coffee pot.

"It's okay," said Peyton. "It's obvious both our parents were concerned about us. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to talk about it. You know, like we talked in class?"

"Maybe you're right," I conceded. My concession, however, did not mean I was blushing any less.

"I'm really happy the Program could get you kids to talk about sex openly," said Mom. "I think sex should never be a taboo subject."

"It was really nice," I said. I figured it might placate her.

"Did you make it special for her?" asked Mom.

"Yes, I..."

"I have a problem with that," interrupted Peyton.

"You mean, he didn't make it special?" asked my Mom, glaring at me.

"No, I have a problem with you and Heather both putting pressure on him to make it special for me. It wasn't my first time. It was his first time. Why shouldn't it be special for him?"

"I told you it was your first time," I said.

"Jake, I wasn't a virgin. Drop it."

"You're right," sighed Mom. "I didn't think of you, Jake. Did she make it special for you?"

"She agreed to be my first. Of course it was special," I said.

"He made it very special for me," said Peyton. "He told me to be on top so I wouldn't get freaked out."

"And then I blew it... literally."

"You didn't Jake," said Peyton softly. "I know you were worked up."

"You should give him a blow job first," said Mom. "Takes the edge off."

Peyton giggled. I was mortified. Again, my Mom was telling my girlfriend to suck my cock.

"I told him that afterwards," said Peyton. She beamed a smile at me. "Besides, he did fine the other five times after that."

"Five?" said my Mom, arching her brows at me.

All I could do was blush.

"I wish they could bottle that energy that teenage boys have and give it to grown men," said Mom. I don't think I could have gotten any redder.

"I was kinda sore this morning," said Peyton.

"I bet," said Mom.

"There is one thing I want to talk about," I said.

"Go ahead, sweetie," said Mom, beaming at me.

"Peyton, can I talk about the first time with me on top?"

Peyton nodded, but looked away.

I told Mom about Peyton's aggression and how she kept cursing her uncle.

"I think it was good for her," Mom said. "You may want to talk to your therapist about that, Peyton."

"I don't have a therapist," replied Peyton.

"I'm sure you will by next week. You're gonna need to work out your feelings about what happened with your uncle."

"I know, Wendy. I'm actually looking forward to it. I want things to be normal so Jake and I can truly move on."

"Things will never be normal," said Mom. "You will learn to deal with it, but unfortunately, those memories probably won't go away."

Peyton looked out the window again. I could have sworn I saw a tear running down her cheek.

"So, what should we do today?" I asked.

"Maybe we could have a pool party," suggested Peyton. "Would that be okay, Wendy?"

"Sure, it sounds like you kids could have fun with that," said Mom.

"You could be there, too," said Peyton. "I was thinking me, you, Jake, and Heather, and then inviting Zoe and Clarissa over, too."

"That does sound like fun," I said.

"Why don't you call and see if they can come over?" asked Mom.

"Is it okay if we make it a naked pool party?" asked Peyton.

"Of course, sweetie," said Mom. She leaned over and hugged Peyton. I saw her blush from the skin to skin contact and smiled.

Peyton rushed over to the phone and called Zoe first. It turned out that she was spending the day with her parents, something she hadn't done in ages because of her Goth background. I knew that Zoe's parents were thrilled with the change in their daughter. Zoe did agree to come over on Sunday, however.

Peyton called Clarissa next and Clarissa agreed immediately.

When Heather woke up and found out that there was a naked pool party going on, she was on the phone with Peyton's sister, Lindsey, trying to talk her into coming over.

At noon, Clarissa arrived and immediately followed Peyton up the stairs. After twenty minutes, the two girls came downstairs again, Clarissa now naked like Peyton.

"Hey, Clarissa, looking good," I said, winking at her.

"He's such a pervert," said Peyton giggling.

"A handsome pervert," said Clarissa. She grabbed my cock in her hand and gently rubbed it. I tried to pull back and she tightened the grip.

"Clarissa... we... I mean... me and Peyton..."

"I know," giggled Clarissa. "She gave me permission to be naughty to you."

"So, do I get to be naughty back?" I asked.

"Why would I let you do that?" asked Peyton, smiling.

"So that she can feel good, too?" I said.

"Of course you can," said Peyton, turning serious. "Have fun today. You can even be naughty with Lindsey if she comes over. Hell, I know Heather wants some attention, too."

"SHE'S MY SISTER!" I exclaimed. "What are you, crazy?"

"Incest is more acceptable, now days," said Clarissa.

"She's got it bad for you," said Peyton.

"I'm not gonna do anything with her," I said.

A knock at the door interrupted our conversation. Being fairly comfortable being naked, I went to answer it. It was Lindsey.

"Hi, Lindsey," I said. She was looking down at my cock. "Why didn't you just come in? You always do."

"Well... you guys were... well... you know..."

"Naked?"

"Yeah... I just didn't know... you know... if it would be okay?"

"Come in, Lindsey," I said.

"Hi, sis," said Peyton warmly.

"Wow, you're naked," said Lindsey to Peyton. "Hi, Clarissa."

"Why don't you get undressed, too?" I asked.

"I don't know..."

"Hi, Lindsey!" squealed Heather as she walked in the living room.

"Hi, Heather," said Lindsey, some of her nervousness gone.

"Get naked," said Heather, punching Lindsey's arm playfully.

"Okay," said Lindsey, smiling at Heather. "Should I go upstairs?"

"Why don't you undress here?" said Heather. "I'll take up your clothes later."

"Oh... okay."

I watched as Lindsey nervously began disrobing. She started with her shirt, and then her shorts. She was down to a white bra and panties and hesitant to go further.

"Come on," said Heather. "You never have a problem being naked around me."

Lindsey shrugged and then started taking her bra off. Her tits were as perfect as Peyton's. Nice and firm. Not too big, not too small. Also, like Peyton, she had a wonderful complexion. When she pulled off her panties, I noticed another thing. She was shaved, just like Heather. Not only that, but she was tan all over like Heather as well. I started wondering what Lindsey and Heather did together.

"Jake definitely approves of you," said Clarissa, pointing at my now erect penis.

All the girls giggled at my expense while all I could do was blush. Well, Lindsey was blushing, too, but still giggling.

"Let's swim!" exclaimed Heather. She ceremoniously led us through the kitchen and out back to the pool.

Once we were in the pool, we all got to horseplay. I have to admit, being the only guy in a pool full of naked girls is a dream come true, even if one of them was my Mom and another was my sister.

I think I got groped by every one of them, even my Mom and Heather. Then again, I probably groped all of them, too, even my Mom and Heather. I found Lindsey spending a lot of time near me. She definitely got her lion's share of groping in, but I probably groped her the most.

Not that Peyton minded, either. She commented several times that her sister was hot for me and she encouraged me to "be nice" to her.

After pruning up, we all left the pool and sat out next to it. Some of us sat on chairs; others lied on towels on the deck for a tan. All in all, I was enjoying the scenery.

Peyton came up to me and sat on my lap. My hard cock was wedged underneath her ass.

"You having fun?" asked Peyton.

"Definitely," I said.

"You're a lucky man, being at a pool party with all these naked girls," said Peyton, smiling at me.

"I'm lucky because I am here with you," I said.

"Yeah, can the sweet talk," said Peyton. "I know you like all the other girls here too. I know you enjoyed Lindsey in the pool."

"But not as much as you..."

"Jake, stop it. I know you love me. Just admit that you had fun with the other girls. I'm not going to get angry or jealous."

"Okay, it was a lot of fun."

"Wouldn't you like to have sex with some of these girls?"

"Definitely not my Mom or Heather!" I exclaimed. "Really, the only one I want to have sex with is you."

"Again, cut the bullshit and be honest with me," said Peyton. "Truly honest. I know you prefer me over everyone else here, but I bet you want to bone Clarissa or my sister. My guess is you probably even want to bone Heather."

"Bone? Since when did you start using that term?"

Peyton, having been prudish in the past was also prudish with her vocabulary. Her using such a term caught me off guard. Especially a term that was mostly used by guys.

"Yeah, you know. Fuck." She emphasized the work, 'fuck', drawing it out.

"Fine, I wouldn't mind having sex with Clarissa," I said. "You happy?"

"You two got pretty close this week," said Peyton softly.

"We've always been close. Just this week we've been a little closer... more intimate."

"You'd like to have sex with her, wouldn't you?" she asked.

"I'd like to make love to her," I whispered.

"That's what I thought," said Peyton, her expression softening. "Now you are being honest with me. Jake, don't try patronizing me all the time. I want you to be honest about your feelings. I know you love Clarissa and Zoe. That's fine. I know you love me more and that you will always be mine."

"We're soul mates, remember?"

"I know it now, too," said Peyton, smiling at me again.

"So, why all the question and answer?" I asked.

"What would you think about making love to Clarissa today?" asked Peyton.

"WHAT?" I exclaimed. Several of the girls looked at me. I dropped to a whisper. "How? I mean... why... er... how?"

"Jake, I'd do anything for you. You made a lot of sacrifices over the years. This is a small sacrifice for me to make for you."

"You don't have to sacrifice anything for me," I said.

"I want to," said Peyton, looking into my eyes. "I know Clarissa means a lot to you. So does Zoe. As far as I'm concerned, you making love to them is fine with me. And this isn't just a one time thing, either. Anytime you want, as long as it doesn't interfere with what I want. Now, let's go get Clarissa and go upstairs."

"What about everyone else?" I asked.

"Your Mom and Heather already know."

"THEY WHAT?"

"I told your Mom I was planning this. She wasn't too keen on the idea until I explained things to her. Now she's all for it. Heather happened to come in while we were talking about it. You know how nosy she is."

"Jesus," I sighed, placing my head in my hands.

"Hey Clarissa," called Peyton.

"What's up, Peyton?" said Clarissa, looking up at Peyton from her towel.

"Wanna go upstairs?"

"Yep," said Clarissa. She was grinning from ear to ear as she stood up and disappeared into the house. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged out of my chair and into the house. Peyton dragged me upstairs to my room and quickly shut the door.

"You sure you have to be here for this?" asked Clarissa.

"If I'm not here, you get nothing from him," said Peyton.

"Okay," sighed Clarissa. "You okay with this, Jake?"

"If Peyton is okay with it, I am okay with it," I said.

"I was so tempted to slip in the locker room yesterday," said Clarissa. "I wanted your cock in me so bad. I knew it would devastate both you and Peyton, though."

"It would have," I said.

"Thanks for agreeing to this," said Clarissa. "You said earlier in the week that you thought you were falling for me... I fell for you completely."

"I fell for you, too," I said.

"Anyways, we've had enough foreplay over the past week," said Clarissa. "I want you inside of me."

"So, no lead up? Nothing? Don't you want this to be special?"

"It will become special, trust me," said Clarissa. "I've been with a lot of guys and no other guy was as special as you are to me. Trust me and sit down on the bed."

I sat on the edge of the bed. Clarissa climbed onto my lap, just like she did in Biology class and also in the locker room, only this time, she impaled herself on my cock with a deep sigh.

"God, that feels so good," gasped Clarissa.

"Very good," I said, smiling at her. "I knew it would be better this way."

"Me, too."

I looked over at Peyton. She had settled herself in my desk chair.

"Don't look at her," whispered Clarissa. "This is our time."

I looked into Clarissa's eyes and found myself lost in them. Clarissa kissed me deeply, full of passion. Slowly, she eased her hips up and down. She kept one hand behind my back for leverage while the other hand went to my chest. She lovingly ran her hand up and down.

Our kiss was passionate, but not hurried. It was slow and loving. The same was true of our lovemaking. Every move was slow and sensual. Every fondle was well planned. Every kiss was tender. I had thought I wasn't going to last a minute inside her. We had gone ten minutes and I still hadn't come, though neither had she. Clarissa, however, was starting to make my legs go to sleep.

"Can we change position?" I whispered in her ear.

"Of course," said Clarissa. "Do you want to be on top?"

I nodded.

"Please go slow like we are now," said Clarissa.

I smiled at her. "Of course."

Clarissa climbed off of me and lay down on the bed. She spread her legs for me. I caught a quick glimpse of Peyton. She had her legs spread and she was playing with her pussy. She seemed to be enjoying herself, even.

I looked into Clarissa's eyes once more as I entered her. She gasped and then smiled at me. Clarissa wrapped her legs around me tightly and thrust her hips into mine to our slow, sensuous rhythm.

Clarissa leaned up and kissed me, lightly at first, and then with deeper passion.

"Harder now," she gasped and then returned to kissing me.

I picked up the pace and soon found myself getting closer to my release. I held back with every ounce of willpower I had until I felt Clarissa shudder underneath me. I exploded inside of her. My entire body was tingling. My vision was nearly gone.

Clarissa struggled to speak. "That was... oh God... the best."

"I'm sorry I can't say the same," I said, looking up at Peyton. She had a sated look on her face. Her hand was still down between her legs.

"You two were beautiful," said Peyton, smiling at me; a tear rolling down her cheek.

"I know you and Peyton share something we will never share," said Clarissa, now breathing much more regularly. "I hope it was still special for you."

"Definitely," I said. "It wasn't the best because Peyton and I... well... we share our souls. It was very close, though. It was very special for me."

"Thank you, Jake," said Clarissa. She was trying not to cry.

"Clarissa, can I ask you a question?" asked Peyton.

I climbed off of Clarissa and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"What is it?" asked Clarissa.

"I know you like... um... girls. I was wondering..."

I think I nearly had a heart attack. Never did I think that Peyton was into girls. I had to admit, though, the idea turned me on. The fact that I had a hard on so soon after sex seemed to confirm that.

"I'd love to," said Clarissa, now crying.

"Would it be okay if Clarissa and I did some stuff together, Jake?" asked Peyton.

I smiled and nodded.

"Every man's fantasy," giggled Clarissa. She then winked at me.

"I didn't know you liked girls," I said to Peyton.

"When you went through what I did... well... let's just say that for a while they were a more attractive option."

"What are you talking about?" asked Clarissa.

"Not now," said Peyton. "I'll talk to you later. Right now I was wondering if I could... um... well, I want to eat my lover's cum from your pussy."

I think Clarissa turned redder than a fire engine. She nodded demurely, and then lay back in the bed. Peyton climbed on top of her and started kissing her. I found myself idly stroking my cock as I was drawn into the erotic scene in front of me.

Peyton quickly broke the kiss and was then kissing down her body. She kissed each of Clarissa's melon-like breasts and then down her tummy. I could tell that Peyton really wanted to get between her legs before my seed leaked out of her.

"Fuck me from behind, Jake!" exclaimed Peyton as she settled in between Clarissa's legs with her ass in the air in invitation.

She didn't need to tell me twice. I was behind her in a flash and lining up my cock. Peyton had her face buried in Clarissa's snatch and was licking her out like a starving dog. I slid into Peyton's wet channel, causing her to gasp momentarily. She then went back to making Clarissa moan.

I wasn't in Peyton long. The sheer eroticism of everything going on had me shooting off in less than a minute. I pulled out and started rubbing my lover's clit until she was moaning just as loudly as Clarissa was. With two simultaneous, ear-shattering screams, the two girls went off together. Peyton then worked her way back up Clarissa's body and kissed her again. I settled in next to Clarissa on the other side and got the next kiss. I don't know how we all managed to stay on the bed, but we did.

By the time Clarissa had to go home, Peyton was complaining about being sore again and Clarissa was too. I think we managed to fuck, suck, and lick each other in every imaginable combination. The fact that I went to bed with a hard on was a surprise to Peyton. She ended up falling asleep with my cock in her hand after intending on licking and sucking it to yet another orgasm.

Sunday

The next morning I woke up before Peyton did and slipped out to pee. She was still asleep when I got back, so I decided to take a quick shower to wash off the scents from the day before. After I got out of the shower she was still asleep so I padded downstairs without any clothes on to find my Mom making breakfast.

"You beat me to it," I told Mom as I walked into the kitchen.

"Beat you to what?" she asked.

"I was going to make breakfast this morning and take Peyton some breakfast in bed."

"I'll finish cooking and help you set up a tray for her," said Mom with a smile. "You three went pretty late last night."

"I'm sorry we never came back out," I said. We had missed dinner, which I knew my Mom was probably upset about.

"You three had a lot to get out of your system," said Mom, warmly smiling at me. "I know it sounded that way."

"You heard us?" I exclaimed.

"Of course I did," giggled Mom. "Clarissa and Peyton are pretty good screamers. You aren't exactly quiet either when you cum."

"MOM!" I exclaimed, my face burning in embarrassment.

"It's the truth, honey. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's just... ugh!"

"I'm glad that Peyton felt she could open your relationship like she did," said Mom, turning a serious eye to me. "You two are young and need to enjoy sex with others. My generation would never say that out in the open, but we certainly enjoyed sex with lots of people too. We just felt dirty about it afterwards. It's nice that you don't have to feel bad about it."

I contemplated on that point for a moment. I knew we were really the first generation that was "sexually aware". In biology we had talked about how society used to make girls who had a lot of sex look bad. Women didn't enjoy sex as much because it made them feel dirty or like a slut.