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"It's been a long journey since sophomore year," I said when we'd reached a point where talking and catching up were as urgent as the need to kiss. "A journey of 1,000 stories."

"Tell me your sexiest story. Tell me what you like." He framed my face with his hands.

I wanted to fuck him in the here and now, not talk about sex from the past.

"Let's go back in." I looped my arm around his and led him back to the bedroom.

The orgy was still going strong. Bea was now receiving attention from Greg and Laurel. Ron and Jack were wrestling around on the carpet near the glider rocking chair. Their lean limbs twisted and intertwined. This was not a huge surprise; Jack ran the bi-gay-straight alliance at our school. Ron, well, we'd always wondered about Ron. Women with porno names were always "superpoking" him on Facebook and his relationship status was always, "it's complicated."

"He's finally figured out who he is." Jon said quietly. He settled down and put me in his lap. Jon put his hands between my legs, licked his fingers and began stroking my pussy.

"And what he wants." I said, adjusting myself for maximum pleasure.

"Beautiful," he whispered, his fingers slipping and rubbing over my soft folds. I leaned back against his dick and forward into his fingers. I wanted to give him something. I wanted to have him.

Laurel, her long blond hair forming a curtain over her face, played with Bea's breasts. Greg was licking and massaging his way up her legs. Her legs bent, straightened and twitched in glee.

I swallowed.

Bea's arms were completely free, touching nothing and no one except herself.

Jon continued to me rub hard and fast. My lower body was overtaken with waves of pleasure. I leaned forward against his fingers and thrust my hips back against his dick. Jon stopped me when I tried to mount his erection.

"Be still." He said, putting his hands on either side of my waist and holding me down.

"I want you inside me."

"Not yet. We have all night."

His fingers rubbed hard then soft, slow then fast, bringing me closer to coming. Just when I was about to, he'd pull back, then renew the intensity in response to my frustration. I leaned back against him and let my arms and upper body go limp.

"You want what she's having," he whispered, talking about Bea, "and I'm going to give it to you."

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