Christian locked the door behind him and looked over at Emmy with a lustful grin.

“Wait here,” he said.

“Alyssa? Are you here?” He shouted. No answer. He knew there wouldn’t be. It was the Saturday after the Sadie Hawkins Dance, Alyssa would be off with her friends comparing notes. His parents were probably out at some farmer’s market somewhere. They never spent Saturdays at home. He wasn’t worried about them.

He walked through the living room, then the kitchen, then the dining room, shouting and waiting for any response. None came.

He stepped back into the doorway and leered at his guest. With a knowing smile, she turned and ran for Christian’s bedroom, with him right on her tail, chasing her up the stairs.

Christian stopped before entering his room to let out one last yell.

“Alyssa? Are you up here?”

Again, no reply.

He pushed the door open to find Emmy already lying on his bed, waiting for him, with a lustful smile exactly like the one he had shown her downstairs. He pushed the door closed behind him and locked it.

He crossed the room in a millisecond and was all over her. Hands, lips, tongue, and all returned in kind. They were both hot, horny, and surprisingly nervous. This was the first time they were alone together on purpose, not by some diabolical setup or lucky moment of revenge.

Emmy had been hesitant to come at first. After all, he was her best friend’s boyfriend. But he was a best friend’s boyfriend who had also taken her virginity. It had been rushed, clumsy, and quite honestly not what she had expected, or hoped, but she still couldn’t stop thinking about that cock inside her. And she wanted to do it again. After some sweet talk at school, a few light kisses in a secluded corner of the library, and his personal guarantee that nobody would find out, she agreed to come over to his place this afternoon.

They kissed, and touched, and wrestled on the bed until it reached the point where clothes were getting in the way. They both knew exactly what they came here for, and the only place for clothes was on the floor.

Christian sat up and pulled his shirt off. Emmy swooned a little. He really was athletic, and muscular, and so fit that she couldn’t keep her hands off those pecs and abs.

As she caressed his midsection, he leaned down and kissed her. His hands slid up her body to her breasts. He squeezed and fondled and massaged. Every couple of moments, a button would somehow come undone. Then another. And another. He pushed her shirt to the sides to reveal her beautiful tits. He’d seen them before, of course, but hadn’t had the chance to enjoy them. Now his tongue slid over one nipple, his lips wrapped around it, and he began to suck.

The sensation sent shivers through her. Her eyes closed as he worshiped her breasts. It had never felt that good when she played with them herself. And she had, imagining this very moment. The real thing was far, far better.

He pulled her up off the bed and slipped her top off. They kissed again. His hands slid down her body this time until they reached her jeans, which he started to unbutton, his eyes locked on hers. She smiled, then bit her lip, waiting for him to continue. After she was unbuttoned, he pulled the two sides, the zipper sliding down the wider he pulled them, her silky little blue panties now showing. Then he stopped.

He looked her in the eyes again and asked.

“You want me to go first again?”

A smile lit up her face. He remembered. The first time they had been in a situation like this, she had made him take his swimsuit off first.

“Of course,” she answered.

Christian grinned, then pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, releasing that cock she had been thinking about. His eyes never left hers the whole time.

Finally, her eyes left his and looked down. She was still amazed by what she saw. His cock was hard, rising straight up to greet her, and so fucking huge, at least to her eyes. She really had nothing to compare it with, as his was the only one she’d ever seen in person. But she was mesmerized by it. Her hands immediately wrapped around it, or at least tried to. She gave it a few strokes, then let go and hurriedly pushed her own pants to the floor. The two of them dove naked onto the bed.

Three

Zane was already at the coffee shop when Skylar and Bella walked in. Apparently, they had come together, which surprised him for some reason. He kept forgetting that a lot of people actually liked Bella. Not that he didn’t, but he knew more about her than most people. She could be hard to be friends with.

Regardless, they joined him at his table. Zane wasted no time.

“Okay, Sherlock. Who do you think it is?”

She smiled at him. A smile that said, “Oh, you’re such a simple boy, how could you not figure this out?” She turned to Bella and said.

“Don’t you just love them big and stupid like that?”

“He’s not that big,” Bella said. Her meaning was not lost on any of them.

“YOU seemed pretty happy with it. EVERY time,” he said, subtly pointing out the fact that he had fucked her more than once.

“Besides, you haven’t figured it out yet either, Miss Smartypants.”

Bella stuck her tongue out at him.

“Look at you two, you’re like a couple of ten-year-olds. It’s so cute. How are you two NOT a couple?”

That was a serious dig at both of them, and they both gave her the stink-eye.

“You’re avoiding the answer,” Zane said.

Skylar shook her head.

“I know,” she answered. “But come on, this is so easy I have to have a little fun too. I should leave a trail of breadcrumbs and make you figure it out for yourselves.”

“She doesn’t know,” Zane said to Bella. Bella turned to Skylar.

“Do you?” she asked.

“Of course. There’s only one person it could be.”

They all hesitated for a moment, looked at each other, then spoke at the same time.