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By Jasmine Piper

The seven of us had an orgy senior year. While not a disaster, it did result in some odd feelings and estrangements. But, over the last two years, we slowly re-befriended each other through Facebook. It was amazing how many of us were still in New York!

Two weeks ago, Laurel, our former resident advisor, sent us an evite to her "housewarming" party. After you have lost your innocence, and knocked back several shots of tequila, the only thing you can do is regain it. So, I thought an orgy would be a great idea.

If you are thinking of your toenails during an orgy, this is not a good sign. Mine were freshly manicured bright red, and I was staring up at my pretty toenails as they rested on Greg's shoulders. He was licking my clitoris, and his hands moved inside my pussy. Ron was keeping my mouth occupied with his long beautiful dick. This should have been heaven. Greg was doing everything that had worked on me sophomore year, before he left me for a redhead and I set my sights on Jon.

I turned my head and saw Jon getting up, holding himself, and heading to the bathroom to pull off a condom.

Bea was lying on her back spread eagle and blissed out. I wanted to smack her. Back in college, Jon and I had gotten together in my dorm room the last day of sophomore year. It had been a long, wild tussle in my bed, interrupted by Bea, my roommate, who was supposed to be at a party. She swore she'd forgotten we would be in there, but, I knew she had a crush on him, even if she was going through her lesbian period and had sworn off all men. I had planned to lose my virginity to him, and she had ruined everything. Jon left to study abroad in France and then spent our senior year with a long distance French girlfriend. Junior year, I lost my virginity to a poet. That set the tone for the next decade of my life.

I applied major tongue pyrotechnics and some effective hand moves to Ron's dick. He gave me a look that asked why was I rushing things? But I just closed my eyes and focused on giving him uncontrollable pleasure so I could go find Jon.

I ambled up and took a moment to cast a backward glance. There they were, entangled in sweaty bundles of human pleasure. There was nothing quite like getting together with old friends.

Jon was standing at the sink, eating chocolate ice cream directly out of the container. I stood next to him and could smell him, and moved in closer. Instead of feeding the next bite to himself, he brought it to my mouth. We alternated bites while listening to the soft groans coming from the bedroom. I kept breathing him in. His breathing was getting harder and faster.

He caressed my hair with his hand and rested his palm against my cheek. "You know what I want to do now?" He asked.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to go back to the beginning." He said, and leaned in to kiss me very, very slowly.

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