Ash

Natalie stood in my living room, hands on her slender waist. My living room. Still couldn't quite wrap my head around that concept. Sure, I'd described the living room in the house I'd grown up in like that, but this was different. I paid the rent here, last, first, and security deposit, and so this space was mine the way no other had been.

It was a late afternoon in June on the eastern edge of Hollywood, and Natalie was dressed for it, in a tank top and a tiny pair of shorts. She wore a pair of checkered Vans slip-ons without socks. Her golden skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat. Her short hair, dyed a bright turquoise, was wet with perspiration. All day, my eyes kept going to her cleavage, where droplets fell into her shirt, or to her legs, where I could almost see the crease marking where her ass ended and thighs began.

"We have a lot of work to do," she announced.

We'd been hard at work all day, moving a few pieces of furniture my folks had gifted me, and as well as cardboard boxes containing the sum total of my worldly possessions. I was hoping to get enough unpacked that the place would be livable. It was late in the day, and both hunger and fatigue gnawed at me. I was already making concessions, trying to figure out the bare minimum I needed to be able to sleep the night.

I had just graduated from college, while Natalie was due to start her junior year in the fall. In other words, we were broke. We couldn't afford movers, and though my parents offered to help, I'd turned them down. Stupidly, I decided to make this a referendum on independence. The only piece of assistance I'd accepted was borrowing my dad's pickup so I could haul the few chairs, futon, and TV table that was the entirety of my furniture.

My quixotic desire for independence meant Nat and I were up at dawn, packing my stuff into boxes, and carting them across town, then up a flight of stairs to this apartment. My window looked out onto the parking lot of a Del Taco, and that was starting to look mighty good. It was the best scenery I could afford on my meager budget.

Those cardboard boxes filled a room that smelled of barely-dried paint. The alls were white, the floor a blond hardwood. My first apartment after graduation. A studio, sure. I was in Hollywood, technically, on the far eastern border. It counted, as far as I was concerned, and I had my first real job in the industry. Production assistant on a low-budget movie.

"Unpacking you mean?" I asked.

Natalie Cho was my favorite person in the world, which is a good quality in a girlfriend. Not just because she was beautiful, but that certainly didn't hurt. She'd just helped me move with nary a protest, which included carrying a futon up a flight of stairs. She was about 5'7" with a lithe, athletic build. Her lovely features were a delicate mix of Asian and European, and whenever we were out, she attracted second and third looks. I was fond of the beauty mark on her right cheek. It felt mysterious and old fashioned.

She kicked off her shoes as she pointed to the main room, the tiny kitchen, then the door into the bathroom. "We need to christen every room. That's three by my count." Without any more ceremony, she undid her shorts and pulled them, along with her panties, off. She stood in front of me in nothing but her tank top, the bare slit of her pussy already shiny with juice. Her hands went right back to her hips, like she was explaining an uncomfortable truth to me. Something about her Porky Pigging it in my apartment made her feel more naked than if she'd gotten rid of her top and bra.

I laughed. "Nat, I'm exhausted. I was thinking we could go across the parking lot, order too much Del Taco, and then unpack a sheet for the futon and the TV and just zone out."

She broke into a mischievous grin, wrapping her arms around my neck, her breath tickling my lips. I was acutely conscious of the fact that she was bottomless. One of the problems is that not only is Natalie irresistible, she is acutely aware of this fact. As though to prove it, the strong smell of her sweat mingled with the spice of her arousal, tightening my pants.

She brushed her lips against mine, speaking softly. "I'm leaving for home tomorrow night. You have to get enough of me to last you all summer."

"I have to unpack."

"You don't need me for that. Besides, I'm not gonna be the second woman you fuck in any part of this place."

"I'm not planning on fucking anybody until you're back."

"Why the hell not? You've got the green light. More than the green light, I want you to see someone." She worried her lip between her teeth. "And then I want you to share her."

I shook my head in amusement. "That's what this is all about, huh? You hooking up with hot ladies?"

"And watching you hook up with hot ladies," she said, tapping the tip of my nose. "That sounds like a win-win to me."

"Does this mean you're gonna share Morgan?"

She cocked her head, her tawny eyes staring into mine, a frown creasing her features. "You're okay with me and Morgan, right?"

"I am," I said, and that was mostly the truth. The few spikes of jealousy were erased whenever I saw Natalie's eyes as she looked at me. "I was just thinking that if we share, we share."

"I'll talk to Morgan about it. Maybe I can convince her to head down here before she goes back to law school. Now are you gonna make me beg?"

"Begging wouldn't be bad."

She put on a cute pout and a cartoony, girlish voice. "Please, mister. Put that thick cock in me? I'll be ever so grateful."

I laughed even as I was getting hard. "Yeah, that's working."

"Oh please, mister," she continued in her cartoon voice. She dropped to her knees, opening my shorts and pulling my pants down. She widened her eyes comically. "It's so big! How ever will I fit this in my tight little pussy?"

"Only one way to find out."

She began to stroke me, her touch light up and down my rapidly moistening shaft. She somehow managed to walk the tightrope of being silly and sexy. Granted, some of that was the enthusiastic handjob. Anything was less funny while an orgasm was brewing. "I'm really tight," she confided, then kissed the head of my cock. Her tongue ran over her lips, collecting the precum that she'd found. "I don't know."

I let out a growl, turning her around and pushing her onto all fours. She giggled as I took her hips with one hand and guided my cock to her dripping sex with the other. "Ha! I knew that'd get you," she gloated.

Her laugh turned into a ragged moan as I thrust myself to the hilt. I gave her ass a smack. "Still funny?"

"Nope," she sighed. "Isn't this better than unpacking?"

I chuckled, riding her. "Always."

Soon, we were past words. Our bodies fit together so flawlessly that no words were necessary. I always felt like we were built for each other, that somehow in the great randomness of evolution, we fit, like two pieces of the same puzzle.

As I pumped into her, gripping her athletic hips, I looked down to where we were joined. Natalie's ass was hard muscle, honed from her time on the soccer field, sheathed in a layer of supple fat. In my estimation, the perfect ass. When she was spread and taking it from behind, her cheeks were far enough apart that between them, I could glimpse the dark ring of her asshole.

I was hypnotized. I wanted it more than any part of her, yet it had been off limits. We'd never really talked about it, but every time I lined up there, ready to take her, she would shift, moving me back to her pussy. Every time she did it, I only wanted it more. This mysterious, winking orifice. I imagined how it would feel, as tight as she'd promised in her cartoon voice. Her giving this to me, was a final frontier in our relationship.

The two of us came together, the rough fucking not fancy but fun. I thrust deep into her and she climaxed around me. Only the first spurt went into her womb. Something in me, revenge for her fun manipulations, inspired the rest. I quickly pulled out, spilling a pearly rope over her ass. The rest went onto her lower back, a bit clinging to the back of her shirt.

I watched breathlessly, the translucent pearl over her asshole. As she moved, it winked. "Oh god!" she protested. She crawled forward, my cock falling from her. "I can feel it in my ass. You dick." She turned and smacked me, then gave me a soft kiss. "Two more rooms, okay?"

"Food first."

"Let me clean up."

"Nope. We're going to get something to eat and you're gonna have my cum on you."

She shivered. She was on her knees, her pussy glistening, a thread of cum leaking from her bare lips. "Okay, that sounds like fun."

We pulled on our clothes and went across the parking lot and bought a lot of cheap Mexican fast food. The whole time, my cock was wet with the both of us. All I could think about was the way her asshole winked from under its light frosting of cum. I had never wanted anything so much in my life.

We came back with big sacks of cheap tacos and ate them on my floor, washing them down with Cherry Cokes. I managed to convince her to unpack some more, before she was on me again, kissing my neck. "Kitchen or bathroom?" she gasped.

"Either one," I said. "Could we...I was thinking that we could try anal?"

She stopped her attentions, looking into my eyes. "Anal? You want to fuck me in the ass?"

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yeah. A lot."

"Have you ever done that?"

"No. I was kind of thinking, it would be like us losing our virginity to each other."

"That's stupid and virginity's a myth." She kissed me. "But you're sweet."

"Is that a yes?"

She blushed. "I don't know. I'm a little scared, if I'm being honest. You're already pretty big, and when I think about you back there...I don't know."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not," she said, kissing my lip. "You want this. Tell you what. I'll think about it over the summer, okay? Then maybe when we see each other, I'll let you fuck this ass." She gave herself a smack.

"Deal." I kissed her harder this time, and though she tasted of cheap hot sauce, it was the best taste I could imagine. "Kitchen. Bathroom's last."

That night we slept on the futon, cuddled together. We fucked again in the morning before I had to take her to LAX. I didn't want to stop kissing her at the last security checkpoint, but eventually we could put it off no longer and she went through. I watched her go, and it felt like a light had gone out. I just hoped she'd think about anal. And she'd decide the answer was yes.

I went home and spent the rest of the day unpacking my first apartment. By the time night fell, the place almost looked like someone lived there, although the white walls were perversely empty. I got to bed early, as I started work in the morning. My first real job in the industry that I'd always wanted to be part of. I was just a production assistant, but it was a real movie, and I was on it. I wasn't even thinking about dating, no matter what Natalie told me.

My life was ahead of me and I couldn't wait.

Natalie

I always missed Ash more than I thought I was going to. There was something about him. He was easy to be around, comforting and comfortable. We'd been together for a full school year, and it was still going great. I still looked forward to seeing him and he still looked at me with the same love and wonder that was in his eyes the first time we'd fucked. The other women in my class who were dating graduating seniors were panicking that their boyfriends would abandon them, cheat, or break up. I never worried about that with Ash.

And now I was headed off to see Morgan Malinowski. I thought of her as my break-girlfriend. I'd see her on breaks when I went home to Olympia, and she'd be my girlfriend for the duration. We met the previous summer at a regular pickup soccer game, and before long, we were sleeping together. When I flew home last winter break, we started up like we hadn't left off. I told her about Ash, and she had the same response he did.

The funny thing was, they were both a little jealous of the other, no matter how much they denied it. They each knew the other was special to me, but on the same token, I'd given both of them the green light to pursue other people. I knew Morgan dated off and on, and Ash and I had a couple threesomes under our belts.

The waters were a bit stormy, but I had confidence.

My mom picked me up from the airport. She hugged me and asked about finals, my boyfriend, his new apartment, all of that. She didn't know Ash except for a few phone calls but was dying to meet him. She even hinted that if he flew up he'd be welcome to stay with us. I think she knew I was sexually active, but I was a little shocked she was that cool with him staying over. Wasn't like I shared with her that Ash and I only hooked up after I'd been watching him fuck my roommate.

Didn't take me long to get to my summer equilibrium. Unpacked in my room, got my job at the multiplex, hung out with my old best friend Nicole. She'd made noise about the others who were home for the summer, but taking her up on that invitation was one of the mistakes I'd made last year. I wasn't going to get sucked back in. The last thing I wanted was another go-round with my high school girlfriend Sarah.

I didn't call Morgan yet. I wanted to surprise her, maybe make her sweat a bit. Make her worried that she wasn't getting me for the summer. When she didn't call or text, I started wondering if she was doing the same to me. She was giving me that wonderful melty sensation inside that she always brought.

I headed to the park for the Thursday night pickup game, breaking into a smile when I saw the amazonian form of my lady love. Morgan was warming up, the silhouette of her impossibly long legs broken up only by a pair of kneepads. I had to stop and appreciate and come to terms with the fact that soon this impossibly gorgeous woman's face would be between my thighs.

Her long, wavy golden brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She was wearing a baggy Sounders jersey that, even when combined with a sportsbra stretched to its limit, couldn't hide her impressive bust. Her face was locked in concentration, her dark, arched brows knit over her prominent nose. I jogged across the field. Her gray eyes found me and lit up, like the sun breaking through the clouds.

"Hey there, Wambach," she said, all fake casual, using her little nickname for me. I wore an Abby Wambach jersey to these games.

I threw myself into her arms, wrapping my legs around her waist and planting a kiss on her surprised lips. Some of the guys let out a lecherous whoop. I finished the kiss before I dropped down and stuck out my middle fingers, turning around to make sure they all got the finger they'd earned.

"Real nice, Cho," said Will, one of the usual team captains. He was a guy in his late thirties who owned a bike shop. I oscillated between liking him in spite of, well, everything, and thinking he was a douchebag.

"Deal with it," I sang.

"Rodrigo could use one of those." He gestured to the younger guy, who was doing his best not to stare. He'd had a thing for me last summer. Guess he still did.

"So give him one," I suggested. Now he was getting the business from the guys. The heat was off me, and I turned to my break-girlfriend. "How you doing, cutie?"

"I like your hair."

I ruffled it. "Thanks. You're picking me first, right?"

"We'll see."

Morgan captained one side, and she indeed picked me first. And maybe it was because they'd annoyed us a little bit, or maybe it was me having a full year of starting on my college team, but we destroyed them.

As the other players filed off the field, Morgan came up next to me, slipping her arm about my waist. "Wanna hit the Squatch?" she asked, referring to the local diner that was our usual post-game hangout.

"Or," I said, patting her firm ass, "you take me home now and we figure out food later."

She laughed. "This is going to be a fun summer, isn't it?"

Ash

This wasn't shaping up to be a fun summer. I don't want to sound ungrateful. I had to keep reminding myself this was my foot in the door. Before anyone would read word one of a script I'd written, I'd need to make an impression, pay my dues, put in my hours.

That meant being a production assistant. Without PAs the entire film industry would collapse. PAs basically do whatever anyone in authority needs them to. In theory, that's the director or the producer, though our direct boss was the assistant director. In practice, it's everybody. Because on a set, everybody outranks PAs. We fetched, we carried, we ran messages to and from executives. We did dirty jobs and tiring jobs and boring jobs and humiliating jobs. We filled in every last corner of a movie set in a way that no one else could be bothered to.

The upside was that the job was different day to day. The other PAs on set trauma bonded, the group of us becoming a fire-forged squad. We all had ambitions beyond what we were doing, some part of the business we wanted to break into.

I hadn't thought about Natalie's green light at all until I met Veronica Santos. She and I got paired for the day early in the shoot. We were helping the teamsters, running messages for them, getting them food when they wanted it, and mostly doing whatever it was they needed done.

Soon as I lay eyes on Veronica, I knew I was going to be the one doing most of the heavy lifting. She was tiny, barely five feet and not even a hundred pounds. Between her pageboy haircut and her Buddy Holly hipster glasses, she looked like a Latina Velma from Scooby-Doo, though the resemblance ended there. It was summer and we were shooting in the Valley, so she dressed in tank tops and black jean shorts most days, along with a pair of Converse All-Stars she'd repaired with duct tape.

That first day, during one of our breaks, we sat on a curb in Van Nuys in the shade of one of the camera trucks, the summer sun cooking our brains.

"Glamorous, huh?" I remarked.

"It's like I'm living a beautiful dream."

"Ash," I said, sticking my hand out.

"Vee," she said, taking it.

And just like that, we were friends. The same was true for all of the PAs eventually, but Veronica was by far my closest friend on that set. Turned out we were both writers, and we did what writers do. We swapped our screenplays for notes. One of the more nerve-wracking experiences, as no one can identify a problem like a writer and we aren't always nice about it.

Two weeks into the shoot, all the PAs went to a dive bar not far from my apartment after work. My stomach was alive with butterflies as both Vee and I had promised to have our notes ready. The place was small and dim, but they had the Clash on the jukebox and didn't water the drinks too much. The group of us took over a table and got started with the drinking.

We traded the newly-battered copies of our screenplays, both of us tentatively eyeing the other. Getting notes from a friend was a double-edged sword. More valuable, but they could also hurt more.

"What'd you think?" she asked.

"It's amazing. I hate you," I said.

She laughed. "No, seriously."

"You've got a couple issues in the second act, but nothing too bad. Your dialogue is fucking incredible. Realistic, witty...it's like the stuff I wish I said."

"Aw, you're just being nice."

"No, I'm not. If you sucked, I'd tell you."

"The funny thing is, I wish I wrote like you. You take these bizarre ideas and you make them seem so natural. I'm reading this thing about an alien's blood being a drug and also dreams and I never question it. Not even once."

"And here I thought I was getting too weird."

"If anything, you didn't get weird enough. A couple places it looked like you were holding back. Don't."

We got deep into the notes with one another. One conversation with Vee and I had the fixes to half a dozen things that were bugging me. We even started talking about our next projects. I mentioned wanting more of a low budget thing that might open doors, and she was thinking about an animated slice-of-life.

The more I talked to her, the more Natalie's words echoed in my mind. I had the green light. If I was going to use that for anyone, it'd be Veronica Santos. She only got prettier the more I talked to her. She was a keen observer and a talented writer. The way she kept touching my arm, she was interested. Her eyes were incredible, large and deep brown, they were soft and warm. That night ended with a hug, and she felt good in my arms, though so tiny after the taller and more athletic Natalie.

The wrap party rolled around a few weeks later. The production didn't have a lot of money, but they had enough to buy out a small club on the unfashionable end of Hollywood. There was music, dancing, and free booze and hors d'oeuvres. The director shook everybody's hands and thanked us, but I'm about ninety percent sure he didn't know my name. I didn't make a connection but I did get paid. That'd be enough for now.

Veronica and I hung out while the other PAs did their best to make some last-minute inroads with more successful members of the crew.

"I thought you'd want to be with Emma," I said about the star Vee had bonded with. She'd become Emma's favorite driver on set and pretty soon that was Vee's primary job.

"Nah, I got her number. She already said she'd read my screenplay. What about you?"

"Didn't happen this time around."

"You're giving up?"

"I feel like if I tried now, it'd just be desperate and weird. I don't know."

"You need to get out of your head, you know that?"

"I've heard that."

A slow song came on, a woman crooning about loss and heartbreak. "Come on, dance with me," Veronica said, taking my hand and dragging me onto the dance floor. Well, not really. I was a foot taller and almost a hundred pounds heavier. She couldn't drag me anywhere I didn't want to go.

Vee folded herself into my chest, and we swayed to the music. Her hair smelled of lavender. My arms fit in the small of her back. Our height difference aside, this felt shockingly good. I heard Natalie's voice in my ear. Green light. Green light. Green light.

"What are you doing after this?" she asked.

"Get another show," I said. Show was how we referred to anything we worked on, whether it was a TV show or a feature film.

She giggled. "I meant like, socially."

"Well..." I thought about the signals, thought about what Natalie would want me to do, and more importantly, what I wanted. "I was thinking about taking this nice woman I met at work to dinner and a movie."

"Oh yeah? Sounds fancy."

"The cheap theater and this hole-in-the-wall Armenian place near my house. I'm not made of money."

"Yeah I know what you make."

"One problem. She hasn't said yes yet."

"You should ask her."

"Vee, you want to go on a cheap ass date with me?"

"Why yes I would."

"I thought so."

She giggled again and held me closer.

I didn't kiss her that night. In fact, it took longer than I thought. It wasn't until I went home, buzzing from the thought of using my green light, that I finally looked at my phone. My father had called multiple times. I called him back, and got the worst news of my life.

Natalie

Morgan and I basked in the afterglow deep into the night. The room was heavy with the scent of our sex, our arousal, our sweat, the lube that coated the toy now sitting on her night table. I watched her watching the golden curve of my ass. The way her gaze caressed me drew gooseflesh on the backs of my thighs. I still felt the ghost of the dildo inside me, sensation reaching sweet fingers though my body. Her stroke was expert, deep and grinding, exactly what I needed.

"You just gonna look or were you planning to start round two?" I teased. I was pretty tired, but I could go again if she wanted to.

Morgan, stretched out on her bed, was a goddess. At six feet tall, there was so much of her, but maybe most impressive were her heavy breasts. In combination with her slender, athletic figure, she looked like a comic book character. Just looking at her was enough to make my belly feel all warm and melty.

She chuckled. "Give me a second to recover here."

"I thought only guys had refractory periods."

She leaned over and gave my ass a smack. "You know what? Next time you're topping. See how much energy you have left."

I looked over at the dildo glistening with promise. "I thought you'd never ask."

Morgan chuckled. "We still on for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course. It'll be fun to do an actual, for-real date."

"What's the movie?"

"The Addiction. You'll love it."

"It's about drugs?"

"Vampires. It's a metaphor for drugs. You'll like it." I was silent for a few moments, a question rolling around in my mind before I spoke up. "Morgan, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, babe."

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

She burst out laughing. "Not what I was expecting. Why?"

"Ash wants to." I felt my face growing hot.

"Yeah, most guys get there eventually."

"Do they?"

"Oh yeah. I guess my question is, is it something you want to do?"

"Yeah, I mean, kind of. If I'm gonna do it with anyone, it'd be with him."

"What, not me?"

"You want to?"

Morgan shrugged. "I wouldn't turn it down, that's for sure."

"I'm not totally sure I get the allure."

"There's some dominance stuff involved. Pleasure and pain kind of intermingling."

"Have you ever been on the...giving end?" I managed.

She nodded. "Yeah, my girlfriend loves it."

"Your girlfriend?" My heart gave me a little kick. I didn't love that I felt that way and I sure as hell didn't have a leg to stand on.

"I started seeing Samira in February."

"Oh. I didn't know."

"She and I aren't exclusive and you and I aren't either, so..."

"Yeah, no. It's fine." It was fine, I knew that intellectually. I had to get over myself a little. "She likes anal?"

"It's her favorite. I mean, she'll cum no matter what you do to her, but if you want a rocket, she needs it up the ass. I'd never done that side before her, but I think I've gotten pretty good at it."

I shivered. "Any chance she'd want a third?"

Morgan laughed. "You slut!"

"Takes one to know one."

"You got me there."

"Have you ever been on the other side? Receiving, I mean?"

"Yeah. Twice. The first time, well...it was with the wrong guy. I just felt gross and used after and not in a good way. He didn't give a fuck about how I was feeling. It hurt like hell. The second time was a lot better." She smiled at the memory. "Came like a volcano that night. He took his time. It still hurt, but it was the good kind of hurt."

"Good kind?"

"You feel stretched, and if it's done right, you hit nerves you've never felt. You feel full. Done right, you feel worshiped and humiliated all at once. Used and loved."

"That sounds pretty amazing. Who were the guys?"

"Just one night stands. I don't really know why. I mean, the first guy, after fucking like that, he wasn't getting a commitment out of me. The second guy I almost called again. But like...it always felt too raw, too...I don't know. Didn't feel right to be in a relationship. That's probably just me with a weird hangup. I've also always been better in relationships with women. Men are for playing, women are for loving, I guess."

"I know what you mean."

"Except for Ash."

"He's the exception. Look, I don't get it, but I love him."

Morgan smiled wistfully. "I'm glad."

"You think I should?"

"Anal?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"With Ash or me?"

"Either."

"Well, you should definitely do it with me," she teased. "Seriously, if you want to, you should. I think that doing it with me or with Ash makes sense, just because he and I care about you. We'd both want you to have a good time."

"What if it was both of you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Ash and I have shared a couple girls so far, and he asked about you."

"Did he now? Well, that'll be some thinking."

I shivered as I sank into the thought. Suddenly, I imagined the two of them with me, and me giving them of myself. Pinned between them as they used me. I shifted, my thighs rubbing together, sparking a delicious sensation. I was warming up to the idea of another round with Morgan, just to work this sensation off when my phone buzzed.

"Kinda late for a call," Morgan said.

I picked it up and saw Ash's name on the caller ID. "Speak of the devil," I said, my heart leaping at the thought of hearing his voice. I was such a sucker for him. I answered the call. "Were your ears burning?"

I listened to Ash's broken words and my heart fell. "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. I'll see if I can get a flight down tomorrow. Fuck my job, I'll quit that. I'll be there as soon as I can."

I talked to him through his tears. Morgan watched me, horror mounting on her face as my side of the conversation unfolded. When I finally ended the call, I filled in the rest. "Ash's mom died. It was sudden. I have to be down there."

"Yeah, of course. Did you know her?"

"I met her like once. She was a sweet lady." Hot tears bubbled up, overflowed. My chest hurt, and I sobbed, both for the nice lady I'd met once and for the pain my Ash was feeling.

"Come here," Morgan said, wrapping her arms around me.

Ash

Natalie flew in two days after I talked to her. She came off the plane and threw herself into my arms and held me. The tears that had been attacking me periodically hit me again and I held onto her to keep from drowning. Natalie was a rock, and even in the throes of my grief, I was grateful to her for being with me.

The funeral was the next day. I held onto her as we filed into the church. "Natalie. Thanks for coming," my dad said.

She hugged him. He already loved her. I think some of it was that she's a beautiful young woman and men can be suckers like that. I think some of it was that he knew how good for me she was. And it's Natalie. It's impossible not to love her at least a little.

Afterwards, at the wake, she officially met my brother and sister. He's four years older than me. My sister's three years younger. David was definitely checking her out, which his fiancée Madison didn't appreciate. My little sister Gabby loved Natalie.

The wake was at my folks' place in Pasadena, the big house I'd grown up in feeling empty even though it was filled with people. My mother had made an impression in her time on Earth. The five of us, me and Nat, David and Madison, and Gabby, gathered in the den. David stared at his beer. That was something he picked up from Dad. It was funny how much he looked like Dad. "She would have hated this party," he said, chuckling.

"It's a wake," Madison said.

"That's why she would have hated it. She'd be wanting us to, y'know, celebrate."

"Don't feel much like celebrating," Gabby said, leaning on Natalie, who wrapped an arm around her.

"Yeah, you're right about that." He looked up at me. "What about you, Ashley?'

"Don't call me that."

He held up his hands in surrender. "I know, I know."

"I'm with Gabby. I know Mom would want us to be laughing, but I don't have that in me. But...I think I know what she might want." I looked down at the carpet, then I met Natalie's eyes. I couldn't look anywhere else. If I'd made eye contact with David or Gabby, I'd start crying. If I looked at Madison, I'd be too self-conscious. I made a home in Natalie's tawny eyes and she held me there, safe and loved.

"This was Christmas of '94, so I was six. I was so excited that I woke up at 12:03. I remember looking at my alarm clock. And that was technically morning. I ran downstairs, but of course, it's the dead of night. The tree is piled high with presents. I go upstairs and I wake up Mom and Dad, and they're zombies, but Mom gets up anyway. She tells Dad to get some sleep, and she takes me downstairs, but we can't open presents yet. So she spends hours entertaining me, just making up games to distract me while she's exhausted."

David laughed. "I remember that!"

"I don't," Gabby said.

"You were there," I told her. "You woke up around one, and you hung out with us. Then David was up..."

"At four or so. Oh man, that was the funnest Christmas morning ever."

"I can't believe Mom did that," Gabby said.

"Okay, I have a Mom story," David said. And we spent the rest of the wake sharing stories about her. Even Natalie told one, about how Mom had made her feel welcome. Those were the memories Mom would have wanted, these past smiles that would keep us warm.

Natalie

I didn't think I could love Ash more, but here we were. I looked after him through the wake, and then I drove him back to the apartment. I wanted him, but I didn't know how appropriate making a move was. We had just come from his mother's wake. I just wanted to be close to him, and that was as close as I could get.

I hate the term, but that night we made love. There was no other way to describe it. He was gentle and sweet, and I held him for as long as he needed.

He's a good-looking guy, with thick dark hair and bright green eyes behind glasses. Tall and lanky, he always gave the impression of a nerd growing into himself. A dash of vulnerability, and a sweet earnestness that made me feel safe.

The rest of the week, we played house, and it felt right. It was Saturday night, and he was out picking up food for us, and there was a knock at the door. I opened it. On the other side was a small woman with deep olive skin and black hair cut in a severe pageboy. She wore thick glasses and her makeup had cute cat eyes and deep red lipstick. She was in an adorable black sun dress that clung to her slender body. She was adorable.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Wrong apartment. You wouldn't know where Ash Campbell lives?"

"Right here."

"Are you his roommate?"

"I'm his girlfriend. Natalie Cho." I stuck my hand out.

"Girlfriend. That asshole." Her face darkened.

That was right where I realized what was happening. Yes, I should have worked it out earlier, but I'd been distracted what with everything going on. "Oh god, no. He's not an asshole. It's fine, just let me explain." But she was already storming off. I would have gone after her, but I wasn't wearing pants, and running into the parking lot of a Del Taco in my panties wasn't on my agenda.

I swore. After he had taken me up on the green light, I had to cockblock him. To make matters worse, he'd picked a total cutie. I was still cursing myself when he came back with the food.

"What?" he asked, seeing what was stamped all over my face.

"Okay. Don't be mad. Actually no, be mad. You won't be as mad at me as I am. Sit down." He sat on the futon and I came clean about what happened with the woman. He confirmed that it was Veronica Santos, another PA that he'd mentioned a couple times on the phone. I thought he might have a thing for her, but I didn't think he would actually take the leap.

"Oh fuck. I should call her, right? I'll call her." He dialed, and when he started talking, it was clear he'd gotten her voicemail. "Well, fuck."

"It's okay. Give her some time. I'll talk to her too, explain the situation."

"I should have warned you. I should have warned her."

I felt awful. I was going to have to make it up to him. Fortunately, I knew exactly how.

Ash

It was impossible to be mad at Natalie for long. Especially with the way she took care of me. The grief hit me in waves and at unexpected times. She held me when I needed it, and took care of things. I felt safe with her, and there's no price tag on something like that. That was right around the time I was absolutely certain I was in love with her.

I started on a new shoot not long after that. Natalie drove me to and from, and she spent the first day unpacking the few remaining boxes I hadn't gotten to and cleaning the place up. She even cooked. Well, she made instant ramen, but I was willing to call that cooking.

As we ate, she said. "Listen, I still feel bad about the Veronica thing. Let me take you out to dinner to apologize."

"With what money? You quit your job."

"I have some socked away. Don't worry about it, and I'm not talking about a five star meal or anything."

"Sure, yeah. That sounds nice, actually."

"Okay, good. Friday after work?"

"Sure. I was wondering. When were you heading home?"

"I don't know. I'm not gonna leave when you need me."

"Nat, I'll be okay."

"I know what it's like to lose a parent." She'd lost her dad when she was a kid.

"Oh, god, Nat. I never thought of that. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. It was a long time ago. I've had time to heal, you know? I'm not gonna leave you when the hurt's still fresh. If you tell me you want me gone, I'll go. But in the meantime, no. I'm staying."

I looked at her, and I couldn't hold the words back. "I love you."

She broke into a grin. "I know."

I shook my head, the first real laugh since I'd gotten the news. "You Solo'd me."

She poked her chopsticks into the bowl of noodles. "That's the kind of stuff you'd be missing if I was up in Olympia." She paused, then her eyes met mine and her voice was soft. "You know that I love you too, right?"

"Yeah. Nice to hear, though."

Her cheeks turned red and the two of us were silent. My heart hammered in my chest. "Fuck!" she said. "What are you supposed to do after you say the words?"

"How should I know? I never said them."

"Never?"

I shook my head. "Never felt them before."

"Ugh. You realize is that stupid earnest look in your eyes that gets me to do whatever you want. Now finish your dinner. We have to have post-words sex." She glared. "Chew your food, please."

I called Vee a couple more times before Friday, but she wasn't answering. Seemed like I'd fucked that up beyond repair. Showed me for trying to act on the green light. I wasn't even thinking about our dinner date until Natalie picked me up. Dressed in a skirt so short it was barely worth the name and one of her dressier t-shirts, she was wearing a bit more makeup than usual, bringing out her incredible eyes. It was as dressy as we tended to get.

"You look amazing," I said, sliding into the passenger side of my car. "I'm still in the clothes I spent all day sweating in. Maybe we should head home? I can shower and change?"

"Nope," she said. I should have been more suspicious there, but it had been a long day, and she was too gorgeous to think around. "Restaurant, then home."

She drove us east, to a Polynesian place filled with brightly colored aquariums. I'd taken her there once just for the kitsch value, and she'd loved it. The way her eyes lit up when she looked at all the campy South Pacific décor was more than enough of a selling point. It also meant I'd be eating barbecued pork and pineapple, and that was fine by me.

We went inside, and I was about to approach the hostess for a table for two, and Nat caught my arm. "Don't worry about it. We've got a table. Come on."

I followed her with curiosity along the winding hallways of the restaurant to a table in an alcove. An occupied table. The woman sitting there rose. She was my height, or maybe a little taller in her modest heels. She was gorgeous, with a mass of golden brown curls tumbling over her shoulders, arched brows over catlike gray eyes, a prominent nose, and a quirky mouth. Her athletic figure was clothed in a tight minidress. Most impressive were her breasts. They were quite large, at odds with the rest of her. I pulled my attention away from her generous cleavage to look into her eyes.

She stuck her hand out. "Ash? Morgan. Nice to finally meet you."

I looked at Natalie in disbelief. She broke into a sunny smile. "Surprise!"

"Uh, hi. It's really nice to meet you finally."

"I'm really sorry about your mom."

"Thanks. It's...it's been hard. I don't know what I'd do without Nat." I kissed my girlfriend's cheek.

"Yeah, she's pretty special."

The three of us slid into the booth. We ordered and soon we were chatting over some truly excellent barbecued pork. Getting to know Morgan was surreal. She'd been the other woman, the competition, and the subject of more than one of my masturbation fantasies. I'd been picturing her at Nat together for so long, and here she was. I could smell her perfume and bask in her smile.

"Nat's been trying to educate me about movies," Morgan was saying.

"It's so weird," Natalie said. "I haven't run into anybody who was as clueless about movies since high school."

"Nat's been showing you her favorites? Let me guess...everything by the Wachowskis." I said.

"What did they do?" she asked Natalie.

Nat shook her head in frustration. "Yes, for all the good it did me. The Matrix, Speed Racer, Bound..."

"Oh, I liked Bound!"

"Hold on," I said, mentally reading a list of Nat's favorite movies. "Addiction."

"Yep!"

"Robin Hood."

"Uh huh."

"What did you think of them?"

"I don't think I get them like Nat does, but I like them. I like hearing her talk about them. She talks about editing, and that's something I never think about."

"Mostly you don't notice unless it's bad, but when it's good, it makes the film," Natalie said.

"Ash, you're a writer, right?"

"Well, I'm a PA, technically. But yeah, I'm trying to be a screenwriter."

"That makes more sense to me. I can wrap my head around that a little easier."

"Aren't you a lawyer?"

"Final year of law school, so not yet. But getting closer."

As we finished dinner, the conversation grew sluggish. My heart was thundering, and my face was hot. Natalie had the sun in her cheeks too, and Morgan was looking more at her food.

"So, Morgan," I asked. "Where are you staying?"

She coughed, glancing at Natalie. "The plan was your place. If that's okay."

Natalie put her hand on mine. "This was what you were asking about."

"Oh." I looked over at Morgan, whose catlike smile was now touched with the slightest shyness. I thought for certain they could hear my heart. "That's good news. Would it be a cliché if I said 'check please'?"

We were finished and the check came soon after. Natalie and Morgan paid, and we went back to my apartment. Natalie drove me in my car and Morgan followed in her rental. I kept looking over at Natalie's bare thigh.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Sorry, I'm just...really looking forward to what's about to happen."

She broke into a smile. "Me too." She was, but there was an element of nervousness to her that I didn't quite understand. Other than our first time together, we'd had one other threesome with a woman we'd met on spring break. She hadn't been nervous in the slightest about that, and Heather had been a virtual stranger. "It's better than you think."

"Oh yeah?"

"Remember what you've been wanting? Well, Morgan's got some experience. She's gonna walk us through it."

"Seriously?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "Best girlfriend ever?"

"As if there were any doubt." We pulled up to my apartment and went up covered in nervous energy. "I'm gonna take a shower," I said. "Wash the day off me."

"Good idea." Natalie said. She pulled me into a kiss so warm that it made me never want to be anywhere else. "Hurry back or we'll get started without you."

"Right, yes." I scurried into the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I was painfully hard already, which made washing my crotch a bit of a challenge. I soldiered on because if there's one place you don't want to skip right before a threesome, that's it.

I came out of the shower, a towel awkwardly wrapped around my waist, my cock pinned up against my belly. The futon had been pulled out into its bed configuration. The two of them were nude, kneeling on either side of a collection of objects lovingly displayed on my blankets. A pile of black imitation leather and buckles sat next to a purple silicone cock, and a bottle of lubricant.

Natalie's smile was wide, the edges nervous. I loved her so much in that moment. "Drop the towel," she said.

"Right." I looked over at Morgan. Her pussy was concealed by the topography of her body, but I did get my first look at her breasts. They were incredible, heavy but well-shaped, capped with wide, rosy pink nipples. Against her athletic body, they were even more remarkable.

"Hey," Morgan said. "My eyes are up here."

"Sorry."

She laughed. "I'm fucking with you. If you didn't at least check the girls out, I'd be insulted."

"Towel, babe," Natalie reminded me.

I dropped the towel. Now Morgan's eyes widened as she got a look at my stiff cock. "Absolutely not," she said.

"Wait, what?" Natalie asked.

"That is not going to be the first thing in your ass. You need to be broken in a bit."

"Wait," I said. "I can be gentle."

"Here's what we're going to do," Morgan said. "Ash, you're gonna learn on me, then I'm gonna break Natalie in."

"You're like Morpheus, if he was really into butt sex," Natalie giggled.

I broke into laughter. "That would have made those movies a lot different."

"You two gonna joke around or are we gonna get started?" Morgan asked.

"How should we start?" Natalie said.

"Same way we always start." She drew Natalie into a torrid kiss, and I watched my girlfriend melt against the amazonian body of her girlfriend. For a moment, all I could do was watch their mouths hungrily working against the other, tongues sliding between their lips, their hands roaming over butter-soft curves.

I climbed onto the futon, and Natalie reached for me, her mouth leaving Morgan's and finding mine. I held her, our tongues dancing over one another, trying to keep up with her nervous passion. Then, deliberately, she broke away from me, pushing me to Morgan. Her other hand was on Morgan, directing the two of us together.

My eyes met Morgan's. A slight bolt of awkwardness passed between us. Unavoidable, really. We'd only met that night. I decided to go for it. She had already prepared to have me inside her, so what was a kiss compared to that?

My lips met hers, and forcefully, I spread her open, my tongue seeking hers. She let out a surprised moan, and her hands roamed over my body. I caressed up her hips, over her lithe body, arriving at her breasts. I could scarcely believe they belonged on her body. Her thick nipples hardened beneath my touch. I kneaded the supple flesh, spiraling touch over the expansive surface. My mouth fell to her neck, and Natalie took my place at her lips.

I pushed Morgan onto her back. She and Natalie continued their kiss, and I returned to Morgan's breasts. I sucked her nipples into my mouth, lashing them with my tongue. Natalie's breasts were modest, oranges when she was in the middle of a season, apples when she put on a little weight. Morgan had great, spongy melons, soft and supple. I wanted to massage, to stroke, to suckle. I settled on all three, my mind spinning in circles of desire. Her scent, a summery musk, bloomed into the air.

I kept my descent, getting my first look at her pussy. Shaved clean, her ivory slit was shiny with her juices. I kissed my way between her legs, spreading her open and drinking the nectar within.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, her hips moving against my face.

Natalie giggled into Morgan's neck. "You like him?"

"Fuck yes," she said.

I chuckled into her pussy, sliding my fingers into her velvety depths.

"You gonna cum for him?" Natalie teased.

"Wait, no. It's better..." She pushed my head away, rolling onto her hip to keep me from access. "No, I want to cum with him in my ass."

"Let's get started," I said.

"First," Natalie said, kissing me, her tongue tracing deposits of Morgan's flavor.

"Get him lubed up. Don't be shy," Morgan said.

"Aye aye!" Natalie shoved me backward, and without hesitation, swallowed my cock. Her head bobbed as spit flowed over my shaft. She ignited every nerve. After a year together, she knew exactly how I liked it.

Morgan laughed. "With the lube, you slut."

Natalie's mouth popped off of me, and I made a small disappointed noise in my throat. "Oh, right." She reached over to the collection on the blanket, picking up the bottle of lube. She squirted it onto her hands, filling the air with a synthetic cherry scent. She stroked me from the base of me up to the head. I sighed, luxuriating in the attention.

"That's good," Morgan said getting onto all fours. "Now do me." Natalie moved over to her. "You too, cutie. Don't make our girl do all the work."

I got to my knees, and Natalie squirted a wad of lube into my hands. Our eyes met. Here we were, me hard, she wet, over the submissive form of her amazonian girlfriend. She winked at me, running her hand down the cleft in Morgan's ass, then, deliberately, she spread the cheeks apart. Looking back at me was her puckered hole, nestled in a dark ring of flesh.

I was about to realize a fantasy of mine with this goddess. I ran my finger around the rubbery ring, coating it with warm lube. Morgan sighed, beginning to move her body counter to my touch. Her pussy was open below, still drooling moisture from my attentions. Natalie ran her hand between Morgan's legs, stroking the swollen lips, pulling a moan from her girlfriend. She grinned at me, her eyes alight, and nodded at Morgan's asshole.

I pressed my finger into the circle, and Morgan pushed back. My finger popped inside to the first knuckle and she uttered a happy sigh. Natalie and I began to stroke, her fingers sliding into Morgan even as I did the same. Natalie leaned over, sucking my lip into her mouth, running her tongue softly over it. I deepened the kiss, even as I pushed my finger all the way inside Morgan's ass.

"Another," Morgan said breathlessly. "I'm going to need at least three of your fingers before I'm loose enough for that cock." I pressed another finger to the ring. "Slowly, stud. Slowly."

"How does it feel?" Natalie asked.

"Amazing," Morgan purred. "Keep going, you two."

I grinned at Natalie, and she grinned right back. Her kiss was amazed, and I think I returned it. Neither of us could quite believe what was happening, and yet we were. We kept it up, and eventually, I pressed a third finger inside her. She was warm and impossibly tight, slick with the lube. Morgan gave a moan, her breath faster. Her pale back was shiny with sweat.

"Okay," she gasped. "Ash. I want your cock. Give me your cock."

"You heard her," Natalie said.

I took out my fingers and repositioned myself, pressing the head of my cock into the ring. Her anus was tightly closed. My breath came faster, the fantasy about to be realized. "Ready, stud?" she asked.

"Yeah. More than ready."

"Good," she purred. Then, she relaxed, pushing back, and I sank into her. Only the first inch of me, but I was inside. She let out a sob. "Oh fuck."

Natalie gave Morgan's ass a slap. "You slut. This was just you wanting his dick, wasn't it?"

Morgan managed a breathless chuckle. "Maybe a little. Don't worry, you'll be taking this all year. Isn't that right, Ash?"

"Damn right," I gasped, pushing another inch into her. Her ass gripped me with incredible strength, every twitch sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through me.

"Easy," Morgan said. "Go slow. Right now, it hurts good, but you jam it in there, it'll hurt bad, understand? Touch my pussy."

"Allow me," Natalie said, reaching around her hip to stroke Morgan's sex.

I fucked deeper into Morgan. Her ass held me firmly with each inch that I sank into her. She was tighter than I had imagined, and her little whimpers only made things better.

"Fuck you're big," she said, and I think she tried to chuckle again, but it came out as a throaty sob. "So good. Keep going, keep going slow, baby."

I eased into her. I looked to where we were joined, where her asshole swallowed my cock, twitching against the shaft. I looked up to Natalie and she looked as turned on as I was. "It's like a magic trick," she said.

"What?" I managed.

"I didn't think you would fit."

"I don't know why you're being cocky. It's going in you later."

She blew me a kiss, then, on impulse, pushed her fingers, shiny with Morgan's juices, into my mouth. I licked them clean, swallowing every drop of her delectable taste.

Her ass sparked a thousand sensation in me, running from my cockhead to my spine, lighting me up like a Christmas tree. I longed to bottom out inside her, but I fought that urge. She'd told me to go slow. I would listen. I needed to know how to make this good. That was the only way Natalie was going to add this to the menu. The more I experienced Morgan's ass, the more I knew I wanted Nat's.

A final push and I was buried completely in Morgan. Her ass quivered around my shaft. She let out a sob, and Natalie grinned, her hands moving swiftly. "Oh fuck" Morgan hissed, and tremors overtook her. She was cumming, and the feel of her ass, vibrating around my cock, was heavenly. I held on, not wanting to finish just yet, to enjoy this feeling of impaling her completely.

I held myself still, wrestling with the sparking pleasure that came from her shuddering body. I clutched at her hips, my fingers dimpling her flesh.

"Ash?" Morgan gasped. "Fuck me."

I pulled out to the head, then slid myself home, a jolt fueling the sensations that now held me.

"Harder. Fuck me harder. Hard as you want."

I obeyed, pulling out and then slamming myself to the hilt. She broke with another sob. I realized then she'd never stopped cumming, that what Nat had touched off in her continued, and I could keep it going. Each thrust, slicked by the lube Natalie had so generously applied, kept the orgasm rolling. I felt it in the shivers of her body, turning to tremors, and then to quakes. Her curses, turning muddy as I fucked brutally into her.

I knew I'd reached the point of no return. The orgasm was coming out of me whether I liked it or not, and I could only stoke it. I slammed into her, again and again, the feel of her around me as much a turn on as each sobbing moan. Then, finally, it burst out of me. The first spurt, deep inside her, touched off the most violent quake. She screamed, and I added my own ragged moans, my body jerking with each spurt. It lit my entire body, an incredible warmth that made me forget where I was for a moment.

Natalie came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I came back to reality, sinking into her embrace. "That looked fun," she purred.

"You'll find out in a second," sighed Morgan. "Or longer."

I kissed Natalie, as I began to soften inside her girlfriend. "The best," I said. I gently pulled out of Morgan, and she lay there, breathing heavily for a few moments before rising from the futon.

"I'm going to clean up," she said. "Then round two."

Morgan staggered into the bathroom, and a moment later, the shower sputtered on. Natalie and I lay on our backs. I was catching my breath, and Natalie, I could smell from the thickening scent of her arousal, was waiting for her turn. Morgan came out of the bathroom not long after.

"Ash, your turn. Clean up. Thoroughly. Butt sex is fun, but not what you'd call sanitary."

"Right." I was closing the bathroom door as Morgan picked up the collection of faux-leather and buckles. The water in the shower was already warm, and I gave the old undercarriage a thorough washing. I returned to the front room to find the two of them entwined, Morgan's hand between Natalie's legs. Morgan wore the harness, a plastic purple rod jutting from it.

I felt myself growing again as I climbed onto the futon. "Up on all fours, dear," Morgan said.

"Oh come on, I'm close," whined Natalie.

Morgan gave her a playful slap with the hand that had so recently been fingering her. Natalie scrunched up her face and got on all fours. "Now, you, lube me up," Morgan said, handing me the bottle.

I squirted some in my hand, then moved around behind her, pressing my body into hers. My cock, already hardening was pinned against the ass that I had so recently pounded. The head rested against the faux-leather waistband of her strap on. I gripped her fake cock and began to masturbate her, running the lube up and down the surface. I kissed her neck, and she sighed, leaning over to give me access.

I handed the bottle back and she repeated the process on Nat that we had done to her. This time I watched Morgan's fingers probing Natalie's asshole. Natalie uttered first a tiny squeal that turned to a moan, then deeper and throatier as Morgan continued to spread the lube inside her. When Morgan took her fingers away, Natalie shivered. "Wow, yeah, this is more fun than I thought it would beeee--! "

Her voice broke as Morgan eased the head of the dildo into Natalie's ass. Morgan turned to me with a grin. "This is the best part. When you take away their ability to talk."

Morgan rolled her hips against Nat's ass. Her stroke was different than mine. While I was more of an in-and-out with a bit of english, she pushed in deep and ground her hips, retreating only for short periods. Her hands went up Natalie's body, and my girlfriend rose up on her knees, the dildo still buried in her ass. Morgan's hands ran up Natalie's ribs, over her breasts.

"You want to help me out here, Ash?"

I kissed Morgan, and I found her as eager to return my attention as I was to give it. "Thought you'd never ask."

I moved around to the front of them, sliding my legs between Nat's. She opened eyes smoky with lust, and a grin spread over her lips. "Oh god."

She moved her pussy over my cock. I sat up, kissing her fiercely, my fingers twining with Morgan's over Natalie's breasts. Natalie lowered herself slowly, her soft velvety pussy enclosing me. As always with Nat, we just fit. Perfectly.

"Oh god!" she moaned as she sank onto me.

She didn't move like she usually did, in those languid rolls. There was a jerkiness to her. And I could feel Morgan's presence, grinding the toy into Natalie's ass even as my girlfriend rose and fell over my cock.

"I'm so fucking full!" Natalie moaned.

My mouth went from her neck, and up to Morgan's lips. She was over Nat's shoulder, and the two of us kissed as we fucked Natalie from either side. The three of us moved in unison, our sweat slicked bodies sliding against one another in rapturous pleasure. I found Morgan's ass, supple and strong from her own time on the soccer field. I gripped her, pushing her into Natalie, drawing a squeal from Nat and a moan from Morgan.

Morgan and me set the rhythm. Natalie's entire body was nothing more than a mass of shivers. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, shedding moans and squeaks every time the two of us bottomed out inside her. Natalie was never the loudest of lays, but tonight, she was. She gave bone-rattling moans of ecstasy as the two of us filled her again and again. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the orgasm took her, and it kept taking her.

My own came upon me suddenly. Some of it was the sight of Natalie, as gorgeous as she always was, a ragdoll to her pleasure. Some was the naughtiness of the act, her girlfriend fucking her in the ass with a plastic toy while Nat bounced on my cock. Some was the incredible sensations of not only Natalie's exquisite pussy, but the feeling of another presence plowing into her with me.

The orgasm tore from me, lighting my entire form as I emptied myself into Natalie's womb. I could only hold on tight, one hand on Morgan and the other on Nat, as my body heaved out its pleasure in thick spurts.

The next bit is hazy. Somehow we ended up all side-by-side on the futon, cuddled and exhausted. Natalie was in the middle of us, Morgan spooned up behind her. I was on my back, Natalie's head resting on the crook of my arm. I couldn't say anything. There was nothing left to say.

Natalie

Morgan stuck around for another couple days and we spent most of that time in bed, the three of us. I'd worried a little about jealousy, but nothing really sparked. Turned out I liked watching Ash fuck her almost as much as I liked fucking her. We laid off the anal, mostly. Morgan said that, like cookies, anal was a sometimes food. We did do it once more before she left because cookies are fucking awesome.

Ash and I took her to the airport, and she kissed the both of us. "Ash, if you get some time, I wouldn't mind showing you around Olympia," Morgan said. "Or Seattle."

"Yeah, I think we could figure something out."

"And you, hope to see you home soon," she said to me.

That part I wasn't sure of. I gave her a noncommittal smile and watched her go through the gates. Ash and me went home and played house for the next week or so. He went off to his job and I stuck around the apartment, or I explored the neighborhood. Truth was, I was getting a little bored. I wasn't cut out for this kind of life. I missed my summer existence. I missed Olympia. I missed my dumb movie theater job. I missed...well, not all of my friends, but I missed Nicole and Shelly.

One night, Ash looked at me over our dinner of grilled cheese. "Nat? I think you should go home." The way he spoke, it was something he'd been thinking about.

"I told you, I'm here for you."

"You are. I think I'm okay. Or okay enough...I'm also not blind. You're homesick, and this isn't home yet."

"I don't want to leave you in the lurch."

He took my hand. "I promise you, you're not. I want you to go back home. I want you to have another summer with Morgan, whatever's left of it. Who knows if you'll be able to after this."

"What will you do?"

"I'll work. It'll take up most of my time anyway. Then you'll be back here for school, and we'll see each other all the time."

"And I'll bring you hot coeds that I've tricked into a life of debauchery," I said solemnly.

He broke into a smile, and the softness in his eyes made me want to hold him and never let go. "Nat. You're my light," he said simply.

And yes, there was a cynical part of me that hated that he had me so thoroughly, but I couldn't deny how being that loved made me feel. "Okay, you big goober. We'll figure out my ticket home. Then we are going to break this futon."

I bought my ticket home for the day after tomorrow and let my mother know I was coming back. Then we did our best to break the futon, but the damn thing was durable. The next day he had off, and we spent them watching movies. A bunch of mutual favorites, the kinds of things that made us want to get into the business.

We didn't have sex until the late afternoon. I wanted to give him something he'd carry with him the rest of the summer, and I knew that afterwards I was going to have trouble sitting down. A bad idea right before a flight? Yes, but such is the price of love.

As the credits rolled on Jaws, I got up. "I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Need help?"

"Be ready for me when we get back. I'm not planning to sleep between now and when I get on that plane."

Ash laughed. "You're the one who's traveling."

I caught his gaze. "Get the lube."

His eyebrows went up. Morgan had left it with us as a little gift, warning us to be careful. I was throwing caution to the wind. Why not. You only live once. "Yeah, okay," he said, his voice rusty. I glanced between his legs, and the bulge in his pants had gotten more insistent.

I made my way into the bathroom, my legs wobbly, and my insides already tingling. I got everything ready for him, and emerged, shining from the shower. He was lighting candles I didn't know he'd bought, filling the room with a strange aroma. Not unpleasant, but weird.

"What is that smell?" I asked.

"It said movie theater popcorn."

"You bought romantic candles and you picked movie theater popcorn as the scent."

"I figured we both like that smell..." he shrugged.

I laughed. "Why does this make me love you more?"

"Probably some kind of ancient curse."

I crawled onto the futon, fixing him with my eyes. I knew he found them irresistible. They were one of my more unique features, with a shade that could vary from amber all the way to chocolate depending on how the light hit them. That and their shape, wide, with the elegant fold at the end. I could hold him in my eyes.

"Let's start this right." I pulled his underpants down, and he stepped out of them. His cock was rapidly swelling to its full, impressive size. I tried not to think about where I was going to take it. I got onto my knees and took him in hand. I flicked my tongue out, collecting the clear droplet of precum. The first time I'd gone down on him was a challenge, but I'd had a year to practice.

I licked along his length, the salty taste something I'd come to crave. I sucked him into my mouth, working him deeper and deeper, alternating with strokes of my hand and swirls of my wrist. I felt his fingers brush through my hair. Enough encouragement to get me to open my throat. I pushed him past the back. I'd been steadily attacking my gag reflex ever since I decided to date this hung doofus. I loved the way he sighed when my throat closed around his cockhead. I was his slave and he was mine.

I let the saliva gush into my mouth, slathering all over his cock as I worked him in and out. I felt the pulse of him under my tongue. A twitch of him, the first sign that he was ready to cum.

"Nat," he warned, an instant later.

"Mmmhmm," I said, continuing to suck. I wanted to get the easy one out of the way. He might have known what I was up to. He also didn't care. He loved blowjobs as much I loved giving them.

His breath grew labored and he was moving his hips against me without realizing it. I felt him twitch, more of the salty precum seeping from his head. Then, all at once, I drove him deep, my lips brushing the base of him. I was rewarded when his cock leapt. Hot spurts went right down my throat. I held him until the last rope was in me, then withdrew, my tongue gathering up any lingering flavor. At his head, I licked the tip, planting a soft kiss on the warm flesh. I looked up at him with a winsome smile.

"Now that's out of the way," I said, and yelped as he pushed me on the bed. I giggled as his mouth was all over me, first my throat, then my breasts, then my belly. I thought he was about to start eating me out, when suddenly he flipped me over. The way he moved me around, the force and the need, made my skin electric. I felt my insides melting, my own scent joining that ridiculous movie popcorn candle.

But I didn't feel him at my pussy. He spread my asscheeks apart. Then, before I could fathom what he was after, I felt his tongue running up my crack. "Oh, fuck," I hissed, both at the unexpected pleasure, and the desire in that act. He wanted all of me, and he was going to take it.

I found my fists balling on the blankets as his tongue probed my asshole. First it was just a tease, moving around the ring, pressing lightly at my center. Then he grew more insistent. I pushed my ass back and off the bed. I was rewarded with the caress of his hand on my pussy. He ran up the length of my slit, brushing over my button. I gasped, my anus opening, and his tongue was inside me.

I shook, my fists balling more tightly. I felt current going from my ass to my pussy, then up my spine and swirling in my belly, sending out delicious jolts to my body. I felt like I was holding onto the futon for dear life, like I could suddenly turn to pure energy and bolt away. All while he held me, delicately fucking my asshole with his tongue while his talented hands worked at my sex.

"Oh god!" I yelped, the orgasm boiling over without warning. It tingled all over my body even as the great waves of pure melting sensation trilled through my body. My eyes shut tight against it, but it had me. I could only ride it out, expressing it in an agonized squeak.

Then, his mouth was gone, and I felt him turning me over, onto my back. I opened my eyes. He was rubbing lube onto his cock. I gave him a dreamy smile. "That for me?"

"Sure is," he said.

He reached below, and I felt his fingers at my still humming ass. He worked a finger in, and I exploded with a purr. I was abruptly full, though I knew this was only the edge of what was going to happen to me. He stroked nerves that had only recently exploded, slathering my anus with lube. My eyes flicked to his cock, thick and purple, and I shivered at the thought of that taking the back door.

Morgan might have broken me in, but there wasn't substitute for the real thing. I sighed when he added a second finger and moaned with the third. The first spike of pain shot through me as he fucked all three in and out. I took it, my heart speeding up at the knowledge that this was only the beginning.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"As I'm gonna be." I rolled my hips up and forward, my abs standing out against my skin with the effort. He held my hips, pressing his cock to my asshole. His skin was soft and wet, but behind it was the iron of his erection. I almost told him to stop. The head was too big. I couldn't take it.

Then I looked into his eyes and I wanted to. I wanted nothing else but to let him have this last piece of me. No matter what it cost, I would take him. I would take all of him.

I remembered Morgan's tip, and I let out a long breath, relaxing my ass, trying to quiet the thundering of my heart. I looked up into his face, sweetly concentrating as he pressed into the most secret part of me.

Then he was inside. A bolt of agony rippled through me. But as the ripples reached through my body, it turned into a complex, spicy kind of ecstasy. I shuddered, unable to square the pain of where he was inside me with the incredible, shattering pleasure that bloomed from it like a flower.

He was still, breathing heavily. I felt like he had to be halfway in, but I knew it was only the head of him. I couldn't imagine what I was going to feel when he was all the way inside. My left hand went to my breast, my other dipped between my legs. I stroked my lips, opening myself up, running my fingers inside me, swirling over my button. It loosened me, also joining with the pain in my ass and the pleasure in my belly. My lower half was churning liquid, every part brushing up against some impossible sensation.

He sank into me, and I gasped, managing an agonized, "Fuck!" Now, the pain was deeper inside, but the beginning, where he had first taken, was a humming pleasure. I was completely helpless now, the electricity of his cock pinning me in place.

I continued to stroke myself as he took me inch by searing inch. Every time he sank into me, I couldn't imagine I could take more. And yet soon, the pain bled away into that incredible rippling melding of agony and ecstasy. I wanted to tell him, but I couldn't talk. It was all I could do to caress my sex, speeding the translation from pain to pleasure.

I felt his lips on mine, and I realized then I'd shut my eyes against the crashing sensation. I kissed him desperately, holding him close. I'd taken all of him. He was inside me, impaling me, taking me. I opened my eyes, and made a tiny pleading noise, the only thing close to meaning. His expression was filled with pleasure, with wonder, a spark in his green eyes that made me kiss him again.

"Are you ready?" he gasped.

I nodded, mewling in insensate pleasure. I felt him withdrawing, and as full as I'd felt, now I felt empty. A throbbing place was left behind as he withdrew. I rolled my hips, chasing his cock. Then he slid into me again, igniting all the pain and pleasure, this time far faster. The ripples started, and when he did it again, he stirred them, multiplying and growing them.

The ripples joined, reverberated, and became the shivers that took my body. I opened my mouth, a ragged moan escaping. My eyes opened wide as the orgasm hit. But it would not stop. It kept growing as he thrust in and out, as I thrummed my clit, as I sank into the loving and dominant look in his sweet eyes.

I lost it. The orgasm took me over. I was nothing but a raw nerve. I could only surf these endless waves. I found my head thrown back, my eyes shut tight. And then, I felt him bucking inside me, hot jets of cum shot into me, and that touched off another tsunami. I shuddered, my entire body on sweet fire, and then I went limp, breathing raggedly, sobbing my pleasure into his neck.

He fell against me. My ass throbbed as his cock slowly deflated. I clutched at his back, and he held me.

"You're my light too," I murmured in his ear when I regained the ability to speak. "And if you ever tell anybody I said that, I'll drop you out a window."

Ash

We did actually sleep the night before Nat flew home. After the sex we had, there wasn't really another choice. We'd exhausted ourselves. I also knew that our last encounter would be the entirety of the masturbation fantasies that would carry me through until she came back in August. I'd thought it was the threesomes with Morgan, but no. Natalie. It was always Natalie.

We kissed and held each other at the gate, and I watched her go through security. She was moving gingerly, which brought a smirk to my face. The secret we shared, the incredible sex we had, flaunted there, but we were the only ones who could read the clues.

My apartment not only was empty, it felt that way. First Morgan gone, then Nat. "I need a cat," I said to no one in particular. The show I was on wrapped, and just as quickly, I was on another movie. My career wasn't going anywhere, but I had steady work. More than I could ask.

I drove to the set, Natalie on my mind. I found where the Assistant Director had gathered the PAs, giving us our marching orders. Among the group of young hopefuls, I saw a familiar face. Veronica Santos. As I joined them, she turned and our eyes met. I gave her a smile. She looked away, but I saw a blush bloom in her cheeks.

Looked like there was hope yet.