267 Chapter 26: Until We Meet Again ll

By now I was quite familiar with the UC Berkeley Commencement Day schedule: one big convocation for the entire school followed by various department graduation ceremonies spread out across the campus at different times. Luckily for us, there was no overlap between Brooke's, DJ's, Dawn's, and Bert's ceremonies, allowing everyone to attend all four, although we did have to hustle a little bit.

I got the chance to say goodbye again to some of the froshlings, getting hugs all around and promising to keep in touch although I knew I'd never see some of them again.

At Bert's MBA ceremony, we all ran into Viktoriya Isakova. Professor Ice gave me a very warm hug and took the opportunity to sell me on the benefits of applying for the MBA program again.

"Why not?" she asked in that delightful Russian accent. "Especially since Dawn and Kim are both already enrolled? Robert has now finished his program. Do you really want to be the only one of your friends without an MBA?"

I smiled, laughed, and told her I was quite happy with my current career, not to mention my most recent bonus check that had hit my bank account two weeks ago. If things at JKE ever didn't work out, I assured her I would at least consider the possibility. But for now, I was going to have to pass.

"Besides," I whispered in her ear while holding her close, "you told me you won't have sexual relationships with your current students. So what incentive would I have to enroll?"

Viktoriya laughed lightly and pecked my cheek. "For you, perhaps I might make an exception."

I chuckled and shook my head. "You're such a tease."

Viktoriya's eyes glittered. "Apply, enroll, and find out if I am being serious."

In the end, I repeated my promise to at least consider it, and we went our separate ways. And once all four ceremonies were complete, my family and the Evanses reconvened at the girls' Berkeley House.

The living room filled up with people, and it got even more full since Kim, BJ, Adrienne, and Sasha were also present. Brooke's boyfriend Andrew had spent the day with us, too. And Bert and Lynne even joined us once Bert's family left to go home. Everyone spent a couple of hours eating pizza, chicken wings, and socializing, except for the twins. Eden and Emma got bored after a while and wound up in a corner of the living room playing with their Nintendo DS Lites.

Sometime around 8pm, the parentals started saying their goodbyes. It was nearly BJ's bedtime, so Kim took him home to sleep. Bert and Lynne left us to walk to their apartment. And Adrienne and Sasha hugged everyone before also heading home.

The last ones out were the twins, who had some quiet conversation with Brooke before grinning and announcing that they were going to go hang out with their friends one last night before everyone split up for the summer. That left me, Dawn, DJ, Brooke, and Andrew as the only ones still in the house. And once the twins were gone, I patted Dawn's knee and suggested it was time for me to go home as well.

But before I could get up from the couch, DJ looked over and said, "Actually, Ben, can you stick around a little longer?"

I arched an eyebrow, briefly fantasizing that the girls were about to suck me into a Final Night in the House orgy or something. Tomorrow morning, DJ and Brooke would drive my old Mustang down the I-5 freeway to begin their new lives in Orange County, with Andrew driving his own car down with them. Indeed, most of the girls' belongings were already packed up and separated into boxes that would go with them versus boxes that would be stored at their respective parents' houses.

But instead of making any such kind of suggestion, DJ screwed her face up, took a deep breath, and asked, "Can we talk? In private?"

Blinking, I glanced at the three others as if their expressions could clue me into what was going on, but they all looked as surprised as I was. Nodding slowly, I stood up and gestured toward the stairs. "Lead the way."

DJ gave me a tight smile and turned to head for the stairs. Unlike two nights ago with Brooke, the girl in front of me did not give me any coy glances back over her shoulder. She didn't have an extra-pronounced sway in her hips to get me to stare at her ass. DJ matter-of-factly ascended up to the second floor and turned into her bedroom. And moments later, I found myself seated in a familiar armchair.

So many serious conversations had taken place over the years in this little sitting area of the master bedroom, many with DJ herself, and it looked like I was in for at least one more.

DJ sat across from me, perched on the edge of her seat leaning forward with both arms crossed over her midsection. This had the effect of pressing her big boobs together to form a vertical line of deep cleavage in her V-necked top, but despite the view I didn't feel a hint of arousal. Her mood was completely serious.

"I'm not entirely sure where to start," she began a little nervously.

I gave her a warm, unthreatening smile and leaned back in my seat, explaining, "This isn't really 'goodbye'. It's just... 'Until we meet again'."

DJ gave me a little smile at that, shrugging. "It's the end of an era, at least for me. Been thinking a lot about that sort of thing these last few days."

"The end of college will do that to you. I did a lot of that myself when I was graduating."

DJ chuckled. "You were also recovering from a gunshot to the head."

I smirked. "That too."

DJ glanced down at the floor for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in thought. I let her be, let her gather her thoughts together, and eventually she raised her gaze up to mine once more. "I wanted to apologize, actually. For everything."

I frowned. "There's nothing to apologize for."

"There is for me." Taking a deep breath, she uncrossed her arms and put her hands atop her knees. "I need closure, you know? Between you and me? We talked about me finally getting over you back in October. We talked again at Tahoe, and I think we both really did realize we're not meant to be together and that we should both move on. I'm not backtracking on that or anything; I love you and I'll always love you, but I really have moved on. Still, I want to make sure that everything that needs to be said between us HAS been said before I get in that car tomorrow and drive away."

"I'm sorry," I said with a sigh. "I don't think that can ever be said enough. I'm sorry I couldn't be the man for you. I'm sorry I could never quite make you feel loved the way you needed to. I'll always regret the little family we never had, and I'll never forget how happy you made me feel, even if only for a short time."

DJ got misty-eyed as she nodded slowly, saying, "The abortion was 100% my fault; I want you to understand that. I'm the one that got cold feet, and there's nothing you could have done differently to change what happened. I'm sorry about that. And I'm sorry about our last breakup. Again, 100% my fault. After the abortion, it was inevitable. There's nothing you could have done differently, and I don't want you blaming yourself for either of those things happening."

I nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry I could never completely make you feel like I wasn't comparing you to Dawn. I admit that I did compare you to her sometimes, in part because you're sisters, and in part because YOU tried to model yourself after her in many ways as well."

"I did." DJ took a deep breath, averting her eyes to the side and looking stricken for a moment. She sat up and leaned back, having to work hard to keep breathing. And finally, while shaking her head side-to-side, she looked back at me. "It's why I think being with you always made me a worse person. Around everyone else – Brooke, my family, my friends – I could just be 'DJ'. I could just be 'me'. Sure, I could be jealous of my big sister and want the things she had, but at the end of the day I acted like myself. But whenever I was around you, I couldn't stop myself from trying so hard to be ... to be 'Perfect Dawn'. Not 'Perfect DJ', I wanted to be 'Perfect Dawn'. That's actually Dawn's problem, too, trying to be 'Perfect Dawn'. I still see hints of it here and there even now, but less so since you two aren't officially in a relationship. But that subconscious drive from both of us to be somehow more or better than we really are? That almost irrational, paralyzing fear of showing any kind of imperfection? For me, at least, it was the ultimate kind of stress. Worse than test anxiety. Worse than stage fright. Being your girlfriend aged me, and I couldn't even stop myself. Trying so hard to be someone I'm not? It was the fatal flaw in our relationship that just couldn't be fixed, and it's exactly why you and I will always be better as friends."

Blinking, I gave her a curious look and asked, "And that's why you also think Dawn and I will always be better as friends?"

DJ nodded. "Trying to be your perfect girlfriend would stress her out, too. Maybe not as quickly as me, maybe not as obviously as me, but the stress would still there. That fear of failure ... It's why she cracked in the first place, and I don't want to see that ever happen again."

"Me neither."

"That's why I think it's better this way. She's supremely happy as your best friend the same way I'm supremely happy as Brooke's best friend. Maybe this is how the two of you are meant to be."

I nodded slowly. "Maybe..."

"Just like you and me: meant to always be friends."

I sighed and gave her a mournful look. "I suppose so. I have to admit, after cratering my relationship with Adrienne and coming to my own realization that Dawn and I are better as best friends, it makes me regret cutting you loose, too."

DJ's eyes sharpened. "I will NOT be your consolation prize."

I held my hands up immediately, eyebrows raised. "To be fair, that's exactly what you've offered to be time and time again. After Adrienne broke up with me at the end of my freshman year, you came to me at Morris Camp. When Dawn left to be a ranch hand, you fought off Sasha to get to me first. And even at Lake Tahoe, when Adrienne ran away with Sasha but still wore my engagement ring, you asked me to marry you."

DJ scowled, and she looked ready to defend herself, but I quickly held a hand up and continued speaking first.

"I've really appreciated you always being there for me in my time of need. Whenever I was feeling at my worst after Dawn or Adrienne had left me, you were there to give me happiness, make me feel whole again, and help me believe I could still find my Happily Ever After. You were wonderful, beautiful, and dedicated. Time and again, you took your chances in the only windows of opportunity you could find. But in the end ... well ... we both know you deserve better than being my consolation prize."

DJ narrowed her eyes and pinched her lips together at that, perhaps still feeling defensive. But she nodded her head in acceptance. "I DO deserve better than being your consolation prize. The whole thing still makes me feel like I'll always be in third place, which you know does NOT make me happy, but at the same time, I understand it."

"I really DON'T try to rank any of you. It's not about first place, second place, or third place. Dawn's meant to be my best friend. Adrienne's meant to be my adoptive sister. And you and I are--"

"Meant to always be friends," she finished for me. "Just like I said."

I smiled and reached across the gap between us, placing my hand on top of hers and giving it a squeeze. "Meant to always be family."

DJ managed a smile, too. Glancing down at her lap, she put her other hand on top of mine, rubbing it gently. "I AM sorry that things didn't work out between us. I'm sorry about the end of our engagement, and I'm even a little sorry you didn't say 'yes' to my Tahoe proposal. I tend to think you and I would have had a wonderful marriage together."

"We would have."

"But it wasn't meant to be."

I took a deep breath and sighed, feeling mournful. "I suppose not."

DJ gave me a curious look. As if reading my mind, she reached out, rubbed my shoulder, and said encouragingly, "Don't worry. You've still got lots of time to find your Mrs. Right."

I shrugged. "I know, I know."

DJ smiled. "Maybe it could still be Adrienne."

I raised my eyebrows. "You think I should be with Adrienne?"

She grinned. "I still think you two would be really happy together ... romantically, not just as adoptive siblings."

I waved her off. "She's got Sasha."

"For now." She shrugged. "A lot can change in the future."

I arched an eyebrow. "A lot could change in OUR future, too."

DJ shook her head immediately. "Not me. I'm done. Sorry..."

I held my hands up again. "No apologies necessary."

"If not Adrienne, could be someone else from your past. Could be someone you haven't even met yet. Your life is far from over."

"You, too. There's a whole bunch of guys in Orange County who've never had the pleasure of meeting you yet."

DJ smiled bashfully, glancing down at her lap again. "Don't think I haven't thought of that myself."

"Well I sincerely wish you the best of luck in your search. But promise me you won't settle for just anyone, yeah? You deserve the very best, Dorothy Jean. Someone who will treat you right, worship the ground you walk on, and love you more than life itself."

DJ sighed and gave me a sad smile. "Someone like you, only without the fixation on my big sister."

I chuckled and shrugged.

"I'm serious: you're the Gold Standard. I do promise you I won't settle for just anyone. Because I do know that if I really wanted you, I could have you. Right here, right now, despite all our arguments to the contrary. And I'm not going to settle for anyone who would make me less happy than I'd have been as your consolation prize. You HAVE ruined me for most other men. I'm hoping you haven't ruined me for ALL men, that there really IS someone else out there better for me than you. Because if not, I'm destined to live a very lonely life."

"Deej..."

She smiled. "Relax. I'll be fine. I've just turned 22, and I've got lots of time to find my Mr. Right. You're not him, not for me, and that's okay. But you weren't Mr. Wrong, either. I really did love you, I really did love our time together, and I don't want to leave here with either of us thinking it should have ended any other way. I don't want either of us carrying too many regrets from the past. Our relationship ran its course. Going through those ups and downs made us the people we are today."

I nodded. "It really did."

"I want to make sure you don't blame yourself for anything. -I- certainly don't blame you. Things just didn't work out, and I'm sorry I couldn't be The One for you. It was rather nice being in that top spot for a change. I'm sorry Dawn couldn't be The One, either, or even Adrienne. But the nice thing about life is that there's still time for someone else to come along and take that top spot. You're the famous Big Ben! Hot girls flock to you all the time. I may be driving off 500 miles away, but I'm sure you'll have no trouble replacing little old me."

I smiled for a moment, but frowned immediately after. I liked the optimistic tone in DJ's voice, but there was something about the words she'd used that just struck me the wrong way. Taking a deep breath, I sat up and then sat back in my seat, steepling my fingers together and furrowing my eyebrows in thought.

Noticing my abrupt change in posture, DJ sat up straight too, gave me another curious look, and asked, "What?"

Blinking a few times, I continued to frown and started muttering, "I don't really like the idea of anyone coming along to 'replace you'."

Confused, DJ arched her eyebrow. "Why not?"

"Because you CAN'T be replaced. You're DJ. You're the one and only DJ. Nobody else in the world could ever mean to me what YOU mean to me. Not Dawn. Not Adrienne. Not anybody. I mean, I know I told you that if given a choice between you and Dawn, I'd choose Dawn in a heartbeat."

DJ grimaced. "Yeah, hearing that still stings a little even now."

"Sorry." I winced. "But that was more a hypothetical competition that never really happened. It was more something I said to be mean and break your heart quickly rather than let things drag out while we were in Tahoe. But we've never actually had a situation where BOTH of you wanted to be with me and forced me to choose between you. Quite honestly, if there ever WERE a situation where you AND Dawn wanted to be with me romantically at the same time, I'd just keep you both, and you know it."

DJ snorted and nodded. "Well, obviously."

Taking a deep breath, I tried to sort the jumbled thoughts racing through my head but started talking before actually doing so, trying to get the words out before I forgot them. "My relationship with you is independent of my relationship with Dawn, no matter how much you or anyone else tries to compare them. My relationship with Adrienne is independent of my relationship with you or Dawn. Or with Sasha. Or with Dayna. Or with Brooke or Brandi or the twins. If I could have my selfish way, I'd keep ALL of you, and everybody knows it!"

DJ cracked a smile. "Well you certainly tried."

"And I'd try again." I leaned forward and took both of DJ's hands in mine. "None of you are replaceable. YOU are not replaceable, Dorothy Jean. I love you, and I'll always love you. We may be destined to never again be romantic, to always be family and friends, but there is NO ONE who can ever take your place in my heart. That's a piece of me that will always belong to you, from now until the end of eternity."

DJ got misty-eyed again, the tears reflecting the room lights as she smiled. "And no one can ever take your place in MY heart," she replied.

Frowning, I glanced to the side and stared out the window, mentally looking all the way over to San Francisco. "I owe Adrienne a huge apology."

DJ blinked and frowned in surprise. "Adrienne?"

Still frowning, I muttered, "For ever calling her my Number One."

DJ arched her eyebrow. "You want to ... apologize ... for calling her your 'Number One'?"

I nodded firmly.

"I'm not following..." DJ drawled. "'Cuz personally, I would have loved for you to call me your Number One all day, every day."

I chuckled. "That's because you're perpetually obsessed with rankings. Ranking yourself against your sister. Ranking yourself against the other women in my life. You should really work on that."

DJ abruptly jerked her hands out of mine and sat back, looking huffy.

I smiled at her. "It's NOT a ranking. There IS no depth chart. Calling Adrienne my Number One made it seem like there was a depth chart, a ranking system where she was at the top of a list."

DJ arched her eyebrows again. "That's a BAD thing?"

"Because it implies there IS a list. It implies that Number Two exists as a position that she could potentially occupy. It implies that someone else could be Number One in my life, and the fact is that's just not true."

DJ frowned. "So what, if you DID marry some other girl, she wouldn't be Number One?"

I shook my head in the negative. "Not the way Adrienne was Number One. A hypothetical 'other wife' would be on an entirely different list. Because my relationship with Adrienne isn't replaceable. No one else could ever mean to me what she does. Calling her Number One implied that after we broke up, I could simply elevate someone else into her spot, be it you or Sasha or Dawn or Dayna or whomever. Calling her Number One implied that she was replaceable, that she was simply my best option out of many."

Furrowing her eyebrows, DJ mused on that. And speaking slowly, she articulated, "You're saying that by calling Adrienne your Number One you implied that there exists a depth chart for your romantic partner. So that when she broke up with you, it was: 'Okay you're out. Next girl up.'"

I grimaced. "Pretty much."

"That's cold."

I sighed. "It's why Dayna broke up with me. It's why YOU got righteously pissed at me for even suggesting you become an official girlfriend. Because I implied that with Adrienne out, and even Dayna out, I could just promote you into their spots. Next girl up."

"Not just implied. You actually tried to DO."

I grimaced and held my hands up. "One more thing for me to apologize for."

DJ sighed and shook her head. "What's past is past. I don't hold that against you."

"But I want to make sure you understand that's not how I really think of you, or anyone else in my life. I really DON'T rank you. There is no depth chart. There is no ranking. Sure, my love for each of you is different, and for some its stronger than others. Take Dayna for example. I had three girlfriends, but Dayna wasn't 'in third place'. It was simply that the love we shared wasn't compatible with a lifelong marriage-destined romance. She wasn't replaceable. NONE of you are replaceable. No one else could ever take my sweetheart's spot in my life. No one else will ever take YOUR spot." I reached over to hold and squeeze both of DJ's hands. "I am a circle at the center of multiple independent strings connecting me to each one of you. If I happened to be with BOTH Dawn and Adrienne, I'd absolutely love to have you TOO."

DJ smirked and squeezed my hands back. "I know you would."

"If I could have my way, I'd have ALL of you at the same time," I continued with a sigh. "Right now, I don't have ANY of you. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to settle for just anyone for the sake of not feeling lonely. It doesn't mean that Options 1 through 12 on my depth chart all said 'no' so I'll just accept number 13. I understand that at this moment in my life I'm not romantically involved with anyone, and that's okay."

I let go of DJ's hands again, and she sat back in her seat giving me a quizzical look. "Are you sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. Because even if I'm not romantically involved with any of you, I'm STILL connected to EACH of you, at the center of those multiple independent strings. Romantic love or not, those strings continue to tether us together, and will always keep us together." I paused and grinned. "Our circumstances may have changed, but the love remains the same."

Smiling, DJ blinked and nodded. She watched me turn to look out the window, take a deep breath, and finally come back to look at her again. And once she had my attention, she chuckled and shook her head. "I came up here to find closure with you before I left, and somehow we still end up talking about your romantic life."

Blushing, I glanced at the floor for a moment before looking back up. "Sorry."

"Don't be. It looks like you've come to a nice revelation about yourself, and about your relationships with each of us – something that seems to have put your mind at ease."

"It has."

"Me, too. I rather like the idea that I'm not replaceable, that I'm not stuck at third on your personal depth chart. I'm not 100% sure how much I believe you right now, but for now I'll at least accept that YOU believe it."

I blinked twice. "I really DON'T rank you."

DJ gave me a sardonic grin. "So what, I'm not in your Top 3 anymore?"

"You are Dorothy Jean Evans, the one and only."

She took a deep breath and sighed, shaking her head in bemusement. "I'll take it, because I prefer to think it's true."

"It is. I'll never forget you, DJ. I'll never forget what we had, what we lost, or what we've meant to each other and will continue to mean to each other in the future."

Smiling, she got off her chair and climbed into my lap, a knee to either side of me while she wrapped her arms around my head and gave me one big supervolcanic kiss.

Pleasure, contentment, and satisfaction radiated through both our bodies as we embraced, expressing a love for each other big enough to fill the room. But she didn't linger, pulling back a few seconds later to smile down at me. After tenderly rubbing my nose, she replied, "Me, neither."

And then she kissed me again.

The bang of a doorknob slamming against the wall shattered the air and made both DJ and me freeze in place, jerking our heads around to the source of the sound.

"Fucking A, Deej! You weren't supposed to start without us!" Brooke barked, fists on her hips as she glared daggers at us.

I still had my shirt on and so did DJ, although hers was pushed up above her pendulous double-D tits as she leaned over me in a cowgirl position. There was no mistaking the fact that both of us were naked from the waist down, nor that my eight-inch dick was currently embedded all the way inside her soaking wet pussy.

"I had a whole plan for this!" Brooke continued to kvetch, waving her hands and nearly slapping Dawn in the face where my best friend stood behind and to the left. Andrew was on Brooke's right, eyes wide open and mouth gaping at the sight of me and DJ on the bed. "We were supposed to do it like Dayna said: lounging in our PJs with a bottle or three of wine, sharing stories and talking about the future before changing into sexy lingerie and teasing the guys!"

"Umm ... sorry?" DJ said weakly to her best friend, eyebrows canted to the sides. She made no attempt to remove herself from my cock.

"Ugggh," Brooke groaned while stomping her foot.

Blinking, I ventured tentatively, "Do you want to go downstairs, open a bottle of wine, and do everything just like you said?"

"Shut the fuck up, Ben," Brooke snarled. "This is your fault, too."

I looked at my little sister helplessly, not sure what I could've done differently having not known of her plans to seduce me.

Dawn stepped up to touch my sister's shoulder. "Brooke, why don't we just--"

"Fuck it," Brooke spat, marching forward to the bed while reaching for the hem of her shirt and doing her crossover thing to whip it over her head. Her hands then went to the button of her shorts, and while she unzipped them, she growled at DJ, "Off! Get off! I want my brother's dick in my mouth!"

Laughing, DJ dismounted my dick, leaving it wet and slowly tilting over in angle from a vertical position towards my belly. Meanwhile, I stared over at Andrew, watching his reaction to Brooke's pronouncement. But my sister's boyfriend merely chuckled and shook his head in disbelief to see his girlfriend strip herself naked, climb onto the bed, and promptly inhale her brother's penis all the way down to the root in one plunge.

Shaking her head with a grin, DJ whipped her shirt and bra off to go fully nude while slipping off the bed and walking forward to take Andrew by the hand. "C'mon, dude," she drawled. "Looks like we're gonna skip the sexy lingerie and teasing part and go straight to the fucking, assuming that you don't mind."

Andrew grinned right back and let the beautiful busty blonde bombshell lead him to the bed. "Don't mind at all..."

While Brooke wanted her brother's dick in her mouth, she didn't want to swallow my incestuous sperm, at least not yet. After sucking me for a few minutes, she flopped onto her back and grabbed her own legs behind the knees, ordering me to slam it in and pound her into the mattress.

Meanwhile, Andrew was getting double-teamed by the Evans sisters. After stripping him naked, the girls parked him on his back and DJ started deep-throating his dick while Dawn took off her clothes and straddled his head facing back toward DJ. After a minute or two, DJ popped off and Dawn bent over to complete the sixty-nine position, the two blonde beauties sharing his cock between them from opposite sides. And a few minutes after that, DJ climbed aboard and sank her tight pussy down around his throbbing prick, bouncing on it happily after getting interrupted mid-coitus with me while Dawn licked and sucked at her wobbly tits.

I'd also gotten interrupted mid-coitus, and with Brooke's arms wrapped around my neck growling obscenities into my ear about how she ultimately DID want to swallow my incestuous brother-sperm, it didn't take long to bring my balls to a boil. Roaring out my impending ejaculation, I pulled out and shoved my bulging dick into my sister's face. My little sister jacked my shaft with both hands, aiming it at her gaping open mouth until the first blast splashed inside. And then she darted her head forward to cram as much of my meat into her mouth as she could, swallowing down every last drop.

DJ came soon after, shrieking out her orgasm while trapping Dawn's head to her chest with both hands. But she managed to keep riding Andrew for a couple of minutes after that, long enough to bring him to a boil as well, dismounting just in time for both Evans sisters to pump his prick-load all over both their smiling faces.

The girls traded boys after that, Brooke moving over to orally revive her boyfriend while Dawn and DJ came to me, at least once they'd finished licking Andrew's jizz off each other's face. Ultimately, Dawn wound up seated on an armchair in the sitting area, DJ kneeling on the floor to eat her big sister out while I knelt behind DJ pumping my renewed erection in and out of her sweet snatch. Likewise, Brooke ended up on all fours on the bed facing the rest of us with Andrew kneeling behind her, pumping his renewed erection in and out of her sweet snatch.

It didn't take long for either Evans sister to come to orgasm, and once they did, DJ moved out of the way while Dawn shifted her butt to the edge of the armchair. I moved in to push my cock into my best friend's cunt, and DJ stood above her, shoving her crotch into Dawn's face to get eaten out. And every now and again, I would lean forward to take a nice bite out of DJ's ass as well.

It was during one such bite that DJ craned her head back to me, growling, "You keep that up I'm gonna make you fuck it sooner than later."

I grinned up at DJ while continuing to piston in and out of Dawn. "Anytime, kiddo. Anytime."

"If you're man enough, bring it on," DJ shot back.

But before DJ or I could do any such thing, Brooke flopped onto the opposite armchair and kicked my shoulder, announcing, "My turn!"

Chuckling, I backed out of Dawn's pussy and spun around on my knees like a Russian folk dancer, settling into position and pushing forward into Brooke's box.

Giggling, DJ jumped off of Dawn's armchair, announcing, "I'm switching, too!" And she climbed on to stand above Brooke, shoving her crotch into my sister's face instead.

That left Dawn still seated on the other armchair, her crotch lewdly exposed with both legs thrown over the armrests. She coyly crooked a finger at Andrew, who hesitated for just a moment to check with me first. I laughed and waved him on, so with an eager smile Andrew moved to push his dick into my best friend's box. And Dawn wrapped her limbs around him while cooing for Brooke's boyfriend to fuck her hard.

Everyone soon got new orgasms, with Dawn moaning her satisfaction a minute before Andrew pulled out and hosed down the big tits she squished together and presented him with both hands. As for me, I switched back and forth every few minutes between Brooke and DJ, kneeling to drill my sister for a bit before raising a foot onto the seat cushion to pump into DJ instead while Brooke continued eating her.

DJ came first that way, screaming her pretty little head off before dropping down from the armchair and flopping naked and sweaty onto the bed to rest and recover.

That left me to focus on Brooke, but while I quickly brought my little sister to orgasm, she didn't want me to cum in her mouth OR her pussy. Grinning her trademark Evil Grin, my sister wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered new naughty obscenities into my ear. I arched an eyebrow in surprise at her suggestion but chuckled and nodded my agreement. Then my little sister reclined back into the armchair, staring up at me with sizzling irises of pleasure while absorbing my rapid, forceful thrusts designed to get my balls up to the brink of explosion as fast as I possibly could.

Grunting and groaning, I soon felt myself approaching my orgasm inside Brooke's super-sweet tight pussy, but she didn't want me cumming inside her. Instead, I yanked myself out at the limits of my control, took three quick steps over to the bed where DJ still lay face-down and panting in exhaustion. And without the slightest warning, I yanked the yelping blonde by the hips to the edge of the mattress, slammed my dick into her pussy from behind, and gave her half a dozen hammering lunges to finally set my ejaculation free.

Still, I didn't spunk DJ's cunt. Spreading DJ's asscheeks apart with my hands and pulling out once again, I notched my cockhead at Brooke's best friend's winking rosebud and creamed that sweet sphincter full of spermy spunk.

"GUHHHH!!!" I groaned, pumping my own prick to squirt out glob after glob of milky white jism into DJ's crack.

"AHHHHH!" DJ squealed in surprise, both from the unexpected fucking and to now feel me spooging her asshole.

"Push it in!" Brooke cheered from her spot on the armchair.

"Holy fuuucccCCKK!" DJ shrieked, the end of her scream rising to ear-splitting decibels as I did as ordered, pushing my still-hard cock straight into her tight asshole using nothing but my own cum for lube.

"Hahahahahaha..." Laughing like an idiot, Brooke mocked, "'Anytime, kiddo. Anytime.'"

"Fucking FUCK," DJ grunted, gasping for breath now that the hard part of getting my fat cockhead through her sphincter was complete, and all she had to absorb was the feeling of eight inches of Big Ben slowly sliding down into her bowels an inch at a time. Her fingers bunched up the bedsheets and I could feel her body clenching every now and again to resist my entry, but she tried to breathe slowly and deeply, forcing herself to relax until I was balls deep up her butt and pressed the full weight of my body down on top of hers.

"Brooke's idea," I muttered apologetically.

"Pssht," DJ snorted. "Like you were opposed to the idea."

"Well you DARED him to bring it on," Brooke reminded her.

"Unnnghhh you're fucking DEEP," DJ groaned.

"All the better to fuck you with," I crooned.

"Uh-huh. Just gimme a minute first," she muttered, resting her cheek down on the mattress and spreading her limbs out to the sides to stretch and get used to the feelings.

I wasn't in any hurry, having just cum seconds earlier. But the tight heat of DJ's asshole kept me hard inside her, ready for round 3 as soon as she was.

"My turn, boyfriend, but we're doing this well-lubed," Brooke announced, holding up a tube of Astroglide. But a second later she glanced over at Dawn in the other chair. "That is, unless you want him first."

Dawn shook her head in the negative. "Andrew can fuck my pussy today but my asshole belongs to Ben. But I'll help you suck him hard again, and I can prep you too, after you lick his cum off my tits first."

"Deal!" Brooke chirped enthusiastically, bouncing off the chair and going straight for Andrew's creamy spunk on Dawn's boobs.

A few minutes later, Dawn's boobs were cum-free and Brooke was bent over on all fours beside us, shivering as Andrew inserted himself up her ass. By then, DJ and I were both recovered and fucking as well, the two girls grinning at each other while Andrew and I cornholed the hell out of them. Andrew and I started grinning at each other too, and for a minute we silently started to synchronize our thrusts, pounding our girls' asses in rhythm together. But a few minutes after that, DJ picked her head up and shared her own evil grin with Brooke, suggesting, "Hey, wanna switch?"

Brooke giggled and agreed, glancing back at us to say, "You heard her, boys. Switch!"

With a shrug, Andrew pulled out and a second later so did I. He shuffled on his knees across the mattress to get behind DJ while I dismounted the bed and climbed back on behind Brooke. And after adding fresh coats of lube, we both started pushing our way inside our new anal chutes.

Andrew and I groaned while butt-fucking DJ and Brooke, respectively. The girls groaned and hung their heads as we sped up our thrusts, working to get them both off. But after a little while, DJ started looking around and asked, "Where did Dawn go? We should get her in on this."

"Thanks for thinking of me," Dawn announced from behind us. "But I had a different idea."

The four of us stopped fucking and glanced around to find that Dawn had donned one of the double-ended strap-on Ben Juniors, grinning happily with both hands on her hips. "Which one of you bitches wants to go first?"

Brooke had started yelping "Me! Me! Me!" immediately, adding, "Besides, today's my birthday!"

So Brooke was the first to get DP'd, with me on my back up her butt while Dawn squatted over her drilling down into her cunt. My little sister came and went limp atop my chest, gasping like a fish out of water as Dawn pulled out and moved over to DP DJ next.

But after DJ got her next climax, Brooke said she wanted a TP instead. She had me pull out and go clean up in the bathroom. Then she had Dawn lie down flat on her back so she could mount the Ben Junior in her pussy, bent over to let her boyfriend ease back up her butt, and when I returned my little sister was quick to deep-throat my dick. Together, Dawn, Andrew, and I brought Brooke to a screaming orgasm, one that resulted in Andrew losing his load up Brooke's butt.

DJ wanted to suck out the creampie while Andrew flopped into an armchair, exhausted and down for the count after cumming three times tonight. I quickly invited my best friend over, so Dawn unbuckled the harness to pull out the fake dick and replace it with the real thing by climbing onto me cowgirl style. But after we'd been fucking for a few minutes, Brooke and DJ both buckled themselves into strap-ons to make Dawn airtight. Brooke fed Dawn one dildo down my best friend's throat while DJ gleefully pounded the hell out of her big sister's ass. And together Brooke, DJ, and I brought Dawn to a screaming orgasm, one that resulted in me losing my load up my best friend's cunt.

DJ wanted to suck out that creampie too while I flopped into an armchair, exhausted for the moment (but not down for the count yet) after cumming three times tonight. But DJ was the only one of us who HADN'T gotten TP'd yet, and she wasn't going to be left out on her grad night.

Dawn's adept mouth had me hard again for Round 4 fairly easily, and both Brooke and Dawn were perfectly willing to help make her airtight, but DJ had never been fucked by both me and Andrew at the same time before. Of course, Andrew had to be coaxed a bit. In the end, having Brooke, DJ, AND Dawn collectively surround his little pecker – licking him and sucking him and telling him sweetly how they all wanted him to come out and play – finally got the little pecker to grow up into a big pecker. So at last DJ was in business.

Andrew lay flat on the bottom so that he wouldn't have to do anything but lay there and let DJ use him as a living dildo. Brooke squatted over her boyfriend's head wearing a strap-on, holding DJ's head and slowly skull-fucking her best friend's face. And I knelt behind my ex-fiancée, her hips in my hands as I eased my fat erection through her lewdly dilated sphincter one last time.

One MORE time. This isn't really 'goodbye'. It's just... 'Until we meet again'.

For all I know, the next time we meet she'll be happily monogamous and loyal to some new boyfriend.

Yeah, right. This is DJ we're talking about. You're Family. Always have been. Always will be.

Beneath my hands, I felt DJ's body tremble as she quaked in obvious orgasm. Brooke had eight inches of Ben Junior imbedded in her throat, but the triple-skewered blonde still tried to scream around it. Once the climax passed though, she pushed out with one hand to get Brooke to back off, hanging her head to gasp for air as I continued to sodomize the shit out of her from behind and send her body swaying back and forth with every thrust.

"Fuck, Ben ... Fuck me, Ben..." she groaned, eyes clenched and fists bunched up on the bedsheets.

"I'm fucking you. I'm fucking you," I repeated, grunting from the exertion.

Head still hanging and eyes still clenched, DJ groaned, "Brooke, get Andrew out of there. I want this last one to just be me and Ben."

Andrew didn't need help. After a moment's thought, he grabbed DJ by the waist to lift her off him and slid his way out to the side. Brooke quickly dove on her boyfriend's cock, sucking it powerfully to try and get him to pop one last time.

That left DJ and me on our own, DJ folding her arms beneath her face and shoving her butt back at me with every thrust. I raised first one foot, and then the other onto the bed so that I squatted above her, drilling almost downward in and out of her gaping asshole over and over and over again.

"Fuck me, Ben! One more time! Harder! Harder! AAAAACCCKKK!!!" DJ yelled, groaning as I did just as she asked, hammering her asshole harder and harder.

"Wait-wait-wait..." DJ whimpered, and it took me a few seconds to slow down and then come to a stop as she reached back behind me with one hand to grab my butt and stop my thrusts. "Not like this. Not like this."

Panting for breath, I leaned over and ask quietly. "What can I do for you? What do you need?"

"I want you in my pussy," DJ gasped. "Dawn? Help?"

Out of nowhere my best friend produced a wet washcloth, always good to be prepared when you're having anal sex. Dawn helped me pull out and she quickly but very carefully cleaned me off, even bending over to do a taste-check when she was done. And as DJ flopped over onto her back, my best friend helped guide me back into her little sister's pussy.

In the missionary position, I hooked my arms beneath DJ's shoulders, reaching up to cradle her head from behind. Her beautiful face smiled up at me, tears of joy in her eyes to share this moment. She cooed as I filled her body, and she kissed me passionately as if for the very last time.

[bum-BUMP] [bum-BUMP]

"I can feel your heartbeat," I murmured quietly when she finally pulled her lips away to breathe.

Her eyes half-lidded, DJ shivered as she panted for breath with her nose still touching mine. "You feel so good..."

"Me? YOU feel so good," I chuckled back while slowly pumping in and out of her. "I wish I could fuck you forever."

"We don't have forever. We only have tonight." She closed her eyes to concentrate on the feelings.

"For now, right? This isn't really goodbye."

DJ grinned, slowly opening her eyes a second later. "Until we meet again."

I grinned too, replying, "Damn straight."

"Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me," she crooned, her arms tugging my chest down against hers and my forehead onto the pillow beside her.

"I'm fucking you, I'm fucking you," I murmured back.

"I want you to cum deep inside me," she whispered into my ear. "One more time. One more time..."

"I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum..."

"Inside me, Ben. Fill me up. Hose down my womb with all your creamy sperm. Fuck me, Ben! Fuck me!"

"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you!"

"Harder, Ben! Harder!"

"I'm fucking you! I'm fucking you!"

"So close! You're gonna make me cum again!"

"Me, too! Me, too!"

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck..."

"Nnnngh! Nnnngh!"

"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!"

"So good! You feel so good!"

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!"

"Gonna cum! Gonna fill me!"

"FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!"

"NNNNGH! NNNNGH! NNNNGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

I slammed forward one final time, the floodgates opening the blast the back of DJ's womb full of wriggling sperm. Wave after wave of creamy cum, every last drop I had left in my body, burst forth to fill her body up to the brim. I held nothing back. The reserves I would have used for a fifth or even sixth ejaculation I busted out now. One last time.

For her.

Screaming into my ear, DJ came with me. Her back arched off the bed and her fingernails dug into my shoulders, leaving marks that would take days to heal. She howled her pleasure and thrashed beneath me, her orgasm seeming to rise higher and higher with every cumshot she felt splatter against her insides. Together we scaled the peaks of ecstasy, until at last neither of us had anything left to give. And as our physical pleasure crashed back down to Earth, so too did my body collapse down on top of hers.

[bum-BUMP] [bum-BUMP]

"I can still feel your heartbeat," I gasped into her ear, panting for breath while her chest heaved up and down beneath mine.

"You always will," she gasped right back.

And then she turned my head to kiss me one more time.

-- SUNDAY, MAY 25, 2008 --

"Take care of them, you hear? Both of them." I pumped Andrew's hand, letting him know with my eyes that I was serious.

"I will," he assured me with a smile and a nod, waiting for me to release our handshake first.

I did so and then turned to the beautiful young lady by his side. "Safe trip, little one." I hugged Brooke and gave her an extra-firm squeeze, picking her up off the ground for a second before setting her back down on her feet.

She grinned and patted my shoulders with both hands. "You take care of yourself too, hmm?"

I smiled. "I promise."

Nodding, Brooke turned to her boyfriend and gave him a quick peck before opening the driver's door of the Mustang. Andrew headed further into the tandem driveway to go get into his own car. And that left me with one more goodbye.

Good freaking heavens DJ was beautiful. Her sky blue eyes sparkled in the morning light, and her sunny blonde hair cascaded around her ears and down her shoulders like the softest silk. Her nose was perfect. Her lips were full and red. I briefly wondered if this is exactly what she would have looked like on our wedding day, but with a sigh I let that idea fade. We were moving on, the both of us. We'd see each other again, and even be intimate again, but I had a feeling that things between us would never quite be the same.

I opened my arms, and she came to me for a warm hug. I set the side of my head against hers, sighing in contentment while she lowered her chin over my shoulder and squeezed me.

"I'll love you forever," she sighed quietly.

"And I'll always love you," I replied warmly. "I told you before: no one can ever take your place in my heart. That's a piece of me that will always belong to you."

"Hell yeah it will. It's mine, I'm keeping it, and you can't have it back."

I chuckled and squeezed her tight. "I wouldn't have it any other way." We kept on hugging for another minute, and when I finally let go, she pulled back just enough to give me a chaste, friendly peck me on the lips.

"You be good now," she warned me with a teasing smile.

"Be happy," I told her.

DJ got a little misty-eyed, but she stood up straight and nodded before turning around and walking around to the other side of the Mustang. Standing by the open driver's door, Brooke gave me one last wave before turning around and dropping into the seat. And on the other side, DJ got in as well.

Dawn, Eden, Emma, and I backed up onto the front lawn to give the cars in the driveway plenty of room as Brooke and Andrew started their engines. My parents and Jack and Deanna Evans were already there. And together we all waved as the cars backed out the driveway, turned down the street, and headed out of sight. Once they were well and truly gone, my parents hugged each other and I started to feel misty-eyed myself. But Dawn hugged me, kissed my cheek, and patted my chest while reassuring me, "They'll be just fine."

I stared off down the empty street and took a deep breath, mumbling to myself, "Until we meet again."

My parents and the Evanses went home after that, and the rest of us went up into the house to continue the big relocation. With Brooke and DJ gone, there was some musical bedrooms going on. Eden and Emma were moving out of the big downstairs bedroom to take over the two upstairs rooms, with Emma getting the master bedroom. Dawn had opted to stay put where she was, the same bedroom in which she'd spent the past two years, as well as her freshman year.

As for the other downstairs bedroom, the big one with Adrienne's vanity, Eve Song would be moving in, albeit with only reluctant permission from her parents. June had been a commuter student to Stanford, and the Song parents had every intention of Eve taking the BART to Berkeley for all four years of her education. But Eve had somehow convinced them to let her out of the nest, with the caveat that big sister June keep an eye on her. And it certainly helped that we were charging Eve next to nothing in rent, about what she'd spend on those BART trips anyway.

The next hour was spent migrating all of the twins' belongings to the two upstairs bedrooms. After that, Dawn and I left them to organize and decide where to put what, opting to head over to my place and relax.

We walked hand-in-hand, appearing to an outside observer like a happy young couple in love. Really, it wasn't so different from our freshman year walking around campus hand-in-hand, even though she had been dating Ryan and I'd been dating Adrienne at the time. And yet it was very different, since neither of us currently had another boyfriend or girlfriend. Still, neither of us attributed any other meaning to our hand-holding. It felt natural, and we liked feeling each other's touch, so we held hands. It didn't have to mean anything more than that.

It wasn't like we were dating. Sure, we went out to dinner alone sometimes, but neither of us thought of them as "dates". We simply "went out". The majority of Dawn's belongings were still in her own room, although she did take over a good bit of space in my closet for clothes and other essentials. She spent the night at my place more often than her own, but not every night. She wasn't beholden to tell me every little detail of her schedule and availability. I was free to hook up with other girls whenever and wherever without checking with her before, although she'd stated an interest in hearing the salacious details after. And there were none of the "significant other" expectations or obligations to leave each other little love notes or do special romantic things.

Dawn and I were more than "just friends", clearly. But neither were we boyfriend/girlfriend. We were simply "best friends", in a category unlike any other, and that worked out just fine for us. We spent time together, but we never felt like we HAD to spend time together. We fucked each other's brains out, but we never felt like we HAD to put out for each other. And we talked to each other, but we never felt like we HAD to listen to each other's problems.

No pressure to be perfect.

No pressure to be each other's "Great Love of My Life".

No pressure to someday get married and have kids.

Dawn could be my Dawn, and I could be her Ben, and WE could be together in whatever way we wanted to be.

We were happy.

For now ... You're happy for now.

For now, I admitted. We were happy for now. I didn't know how long this would last, how long the 'status quo' would last, but I'd enjoy it while it did. And if and when our circumstances changed, I believed Dawn and I would adapt.

Perhaps she'd meet a guy, develop feelings for him, and my relationship with her would change.

Perhaps I'd meet a girl, develop feelings for her, and Dawn's relationship with me would change.

Perhaps both of us would decide to try being romantic with each other again, and our relationship would change.

I didn't know.

I couldn't know.

But I believed our love would endure. I had faith in us. We'd made it this far, hadn't we? We'd gone through hell and still come back even stronger for it. We had almost twenty-four years of history behind us, twenty-four years of structural support forming the foundation of our relationship. Those twenty-four years counted for something, and even if the way we loved each other someday changed, our core love would always stay the same.

"Bennn ... Earth to Bennn..."

Blinking twice, I came out of my trance and looked over at my best friend. Dawn grinned at me, tugging on our joined hands so that I leaned into her while she bumped my shoulder with hers. "You okay? Where did you go?"

"Just thinking..."

"About Brooke and DJ leaving? Little squirts have grown up and moved out into the real world."

I chuckled but shook my head. "Thinking about us, and about how happy I am the way we are."

Dawn smiled warmly and bumped her hip into mine, momentarily knocking me off balance. "I'm pretty happy, too."

I grinned. "You should be pretty happy. It's been a while since you had a guy other than me. And now that Andrew's gone, I'm not entirely sure when you'll get that again."

Smirking and shaking her head, Dawn wrapped her arm around mine and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "Having Andrew last night was nice, but you know that you're all that I really need."

"Good answer." I grinned.

"Honest answer." Dawn grinned back.

My best friend and I chatted amiably the rest of the way home. Kim was up and about, and she told us she and BJ had just gotten home from a playground playdate with one of our neighbors. They had a little girl BJ's age, although the two toddlers didn't really want to have anything to do with each other.

"You're gonna have to learn to be sociable, young man," I scolded my son as I picked him up and held him at eye level. "You've gotten spoiled having Mommy all to yourself all day every day. But she's going to have to go to school more often and you're gonna have to get along with your new daycare friends."

Dawn snorted. "Like he understands any of that."

I shrugged. "Keep talking to him like an adult and eventually he'll talk back like one too."

BJ just started laughing in my face.

Kim laughed as well. "You guys hungry? I was just about to start on lunch."

I waved her off. "Daddy's home. I can handle it."

Dawn chuckled. "Maybe I should order you to take your baby mama into the bedroom while I stay here and make lunch."

Kim blinked. "Who would play with BJ? June's gone home to her parents for the weekend."

Dawn screwed up her face, but I started pointing: first to myself, then Dawn, and finally Kim, telling my baby mama, "I'm making lunch, she's playing with BJ, and you are going to sit on the couch and put your feet up to relax. That's an order."

Kim gave me a Mona Lisa smile. "Acknowledged."

Dawn saluted me playfully. "Sir, yes, sir!"

I grinned. It was good to be home.

"He's so freaking adorable, isn't he?" Kim whispered quietly in the darkness.

"Of course he is, hanamuguri. He looks like me," I deadpanned just as quietly, to which Kim elbowed me in the ribs.

Kim reached out for his little head on the pillow, gently stroking his hair back from his forehead. When he didn't react in any way, we knew for sure he was completely out and quietly left the room.

Almost shyly, Kim took my hand and led me toward the stairs. Briefly, I stopped in my tracks and tugged back on her hand, arching my eyebrow and head-nodding toward my bedroom. Kim rarely took my hand this way, and whenever she did, it usually meant she was initiating sex. But she shook her head in the negative and tugged me back toward the stairs. We descended together, and Dawn smiled at us from the living room couch as we arrived.

"That didn't take very long," Dawn commented. "Little man must've been particularly worn out today."

"He had a busy day, yes," Kim agreed as she released my hand and headed for the kitchen.

I arched an eyebrow, thinking I must've misread her intentions with the hand-holding thing, and shrugged. I headed for the pile of mail on the little table by the front door. By routine, I usually sorted through it after BJ went to bed, assuming I wasn't otherwise occupied. This was actually Saturday's mail, since I had been rather occupied last night.

Carrying the mail with me, I flopped down onto the couch next to Dawn where she held a paperback in her hands. She was reading one of the Twilight books, in anticipation of the fourth book in the series which was due out in a few months. More than once, she'd tried to get me to read them with her. And more than once, I'd told her I'd have to be dead and turned into a vampire myself before I ever would.

There were assorted bills, advertisements, and junk mail. There was also a Cosmopolitan magazine, and the scantily clad woman on the cover drew Dawn's attention away from her book, so she snatched it out of my hands and started thumbing through the pages.

I chuckled and shook my head, returning my attention to sorting the mail, deciding what to keep, what to shred, and what to toss.

I was just about done when Dawn said out of the blue, "Hey, you ever think about getting me another bracelet?"

"Hmm?" I asked, not yet understanding.

She folded the magazine and turned it to face me. It was a full-page advertisement for Chanel, and Adrienne's face was front and center. I wasn't exactly sure what was being advertised, because she wasn't wearing much clothing. Possibly the ad was for perfume, but I didn't try very hard to figure it out. That's because Adrienne was completely topless, the only things covering her massive breasts being her own two hands. The fourth finger of her right hand was directly over where her nipple would be, and to be more precise, there was a small diamond amidst a gold leaf flower right where her nipple would be: my promise ring.

I grinned, feeling the same rush of happiness I'd first felt when Adrienne showed me that she was wearing my promise ring again for my birthday a month ago. She'd repeated my own words back to me, stating that it wasn't an engagement ring, but rather my original promise: A promise to always be there for her; to always love her and never judge, no matter what; and that she would Forever and Always be one of the most incredibly important people in my life.

I stared at the ring on the page in the magazine for an extra second or two before finally tearing my gaze away from it and looking back at Dawn. It took me a moment to remember her question, but once I did I took a deep breath, shrugged, and asked, "Do you want one?"

Dawn thought about that, biting her lower lip as she furrowed her eyebrows in thought. She blinked a couple of times, but slowly shook her head in the negative as she looked back up at me. "No, I guess not. I think it would always remind me that I threw the original away into the river, and that's not something I want to constantly think of."

I arched an eyebrow. "Maybe not a bracelet. A ring, perhaps?"

Dawn's eyebrows both popped. "Maybe we shouldn't go there..."

I snorted. "I'm not talking an engagement ring. I meant something like this." I gestured at Adrienne's photograph.

Dawn blinked. "Well you DID say I was wearing a 'Ben Forever' ring in your coma dream."

I let my head fall back in surprise. "Yes, you were."

Furrowing her eyebrows again, Dawn thought about it, and I thought about it. But after five or six seconds, we both looked right at each other and shook our heads, saying simultaneously, "Nah..."

Just then, my new iPhone vibrated, the sound only audible because both Dawn and I had gone momentarily silent. Well, the phone wasn't brand new – it had been another birthday present, but it still felt pretty new. I went back to the table by the front door where I'd plugged it in to charge next to my wallet and keys, and I realized I actually had multiple text messages waiting for me.

The text that had just arrived was from Brooke. She was letting me know that after taking the scenic route to SoCal, she, Andrew, and DJ were safe and sound in their new apartment. I let Dawn know that as I returned to the couch and sat beside her. But before I could continue reading through my messages, Kim returned, silently knelt at my feet, and reached forward to unbutton my shorts.

I pulled back in surprise, but my hanamuguri looked up at me with warm, liquid brown eyes full of unabashed lust. She was wearing her "Self-Interest" collar, and I realized that I actually hadn't misread her upstairs when she'd taken my hand. Kim was initiating sex, just not quite the way I would have expected it.

"Don't mind me," she said quietly with a Mona Lisa smile. "Keep checking your phone."

I blinked twice, amused to watch Kim unzip my zipper, tug my shorts down to my ankles, and start jacking my rapidly-rising rod in her cool hands.

"I'm serious," she said. "Go ahead and read whatever you're reading."

I exchanged a what-the-hell shrug with Dawn and smiled, bringing my phone back in front of my face. Just then, Kim's mouth descended over my rod, and I had to groan and close my eyes at the sudden pleasure. But once she started going, I managed to regain my composure and focus on my screen. Dawn smirked and went back to quietly reading her book.

The next message on my list was from Bert. Now that the school year was over, he and Lynne could focus on nailing down the details for their upcoming August wedding. My best buddy was just warning me that Lynne wanted the Best Man's tie to match the Maid of Honor's dress, and Lynne was leaning toward pastel peach.

The text message after that was from my mom, asking if Brooke had texted me or called because it was getting late at night and they were starting to worry. I quickly shot off a reply that Brooke had indeed let me know they were safe and sound, and with my text messages thus complete, I thumbed over to my Facebook app and started sorting through my news feed.

My dad had posted a quote from some dead guy about how little birds can't be caged and need to fly free, along with his best wishes for Brooke heading out into the world on her own. I clicked the Like button.

Sasha had created an Evite for Adrienne's big birthday bash on Saturday, June 21st. I marked myself as attending.

Paige had posted several photos of her, little April, her boyfriend Everett, and his daughter Gabrielle. The four of them had gone to the San Francisco Zoo together this past weekend. I clicked the Like button.

Dayna had posted a photo of her dinner, an expensive-looking presentation of sashimi from a trendy sushi bar in downtown San Francisco. Brandi and several others were also tagged as being present, including Kenzie. I didn't get the appeal of Facebook-posting your meals, so I just scrolled past.

Amber and David had met up somewhere with E-Beth and her boyfriend Teddy, unusual since I knew they didn't live in the same city. I went ahead and clicked the Like button.

Andie Holland had posted a bikini photo with her boyfriend, Tom, on Miami's South Beach. I commented, "Looking hot, as usual!"

And Allie Sanders had been tagged in her boyfriend's photo of a massive diamond rock on her ring finger, along with the caption: "She said YES!" I added my congratulations to the fifty-six other comments already there.

On a whim, I clicked over to my friends list and stared down at the names in front of me. Friends from my past who had all shared parts of my life with me, even if they weren't consistently in my life anymore. Girls who, like DJ, would always own a piece of my heart that they would keep for all eternity and never give back. And likewise, -I- would always keep a piece of them for all eternity: Megan's first love, first everything. Andie's, Paige's, and Cassidy's unrealized hopes. Lynne's crush. Allie's tiny little life. Amber's forever love. Rania's sweetness. And so on. None of them could be "ranked". None of them were replaceable. My experiences with each of them made me the man I was today. And I considered myself lucky indeed to have shared those experiences with such special, beautiful souls.

Meanwhile, one of those beautiful souls continued slurping away at my schlong. Setting my phone aside, I patted Kim's head and smiled when she looked up at me. Redoubling her efforts, she bobbed her head up and down rapidly, following her lips with her fists as she worked to maximize my pleasure. And when I started groaning in obvious pleasure, a fidgeting Dawn finally set her book down and muttered, "Enough with stupid, angsty, virgin vampires. I want in on this!"

I grinned as Dawn took hold of my head and rotated it around so that she could kiss me. At first she was sweet, albeit a little insistent. Her tongue probed my lips and I parted them to let her in. From there the passion of our kiss grew, her hands roaming around my shoulders and then under my shirt as she pushed me against the backrest and climbed up onto her knees to really go after me.

From her elevated position, Dawn raised up the hem of her shirt and reached behind herself to unsnap her bra. I pushed the bra cups up and out of the way, grabbing her big beautiful breasts in both hands and quickly mashing my mouth around the nearest swollen teat. I kissed and suckled as happily as a newborn baby while Dawn cradled my head to her chest and moaned ecstatically. And all the while Kim kept sucking away at my throbbing dick.

But I didn't want to be in her mouth any longer. Reaching down, I tapped the top of Kim's head and pulled my mouth away from Dawn's breast. "Clothes. Off. Now," I commanded, and Kim was quick to comply.

Dawn and I went back to making out, both of us working to remove her shirt and bra entirely. But since we were still doing our best to kiss each other at the same time, it took a while, and by the time we finally got them off, Kim was naked and ready to go for a ride.

I groaned in blissful agony as Kim's super-tight pussy slowly sank down around my shaft. I held my baby mama's hips in my hands, tugging her down forcefully as gravity alone wouldn't bring her all the way into my lap. Kim moaned and let her head loll back, and Dawn took advantage of the exposed neck to dart in and lick and suckle just like those vampires she'd just been reading about.

Tickled, Kim squealed and tensed up, which made her cunt clamp down around my cock. The sensation was incredible, and I grinned in anticipation of really driving my baby mama's light body up and down my dick.

But just then, the doorbell rang. Dawn and Kim momentarily froze in position, but at least the door was locked.

A second later, though, the deadbolt lever flipped over. Two seconds after that, the doorknob jiggled, turned, and the door itself began swinging open, accompanied by the loud knocking of knuckles against the wood. "Ben? Kim? You guys here? Hey!!!"

Eden beamed at us as she sashayed into the room still holding our house key in her hand. Emma was right behind her, quickly closing the door behind her and flipping both locks shut.

"This a private party?" Eden asked, eyes bright and grinning wide enough to show off her pearly whites as she surveyed the scene before her.

Emma added with a matching grin, "Or is there room for two more?"

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.