Senior Year Box Set

Camilla made a small movement to rub her tummy against Mr. Happy. I wanted to tell her that it was all for her, but some filters remained turned on.

“And you, young lady, are the sister I never had,” I said as I switched to hugging Nat.

I leaned down and let my hot breath brush her neck. Nat ran her hands around on my back, and then one fell, and she grabbed my butt.

“I’m not your sister, though,” she whispered in my ear as she groped me.

“Squeak! Hands off his butt,” Alex warned his sister.

I looked back at my butt, confused.

“I thought that was you,” I teased.

Believe me, I know I wasn’t that funny, but at that moment, it cracked everyone up.

“I’m hot. Let’s take this lovefest inside,” Camilla said, fanning herself.

Alex and I looked at each other and smirked. Camilla was either naïve or a virtuoso at slipping in sexually charged innuendos. I hoped for the first, but prayed for the second.

As we started for the condo, Kevin called to me.

“You’re leaving?” he all but whined.

I gave him my best Arnold impersonation.

“I’ll be back.”

That seemed to make him happy.

I quickly scanned the crowd, and the ecstasy must have kicked in all around because I saw people in intense conversations. Some of the newly engaged were kissing. I suspected the party would soon get wild.

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We found seats on the couch, close to each other, and I became hyperaware of Camilla and Nat touching me. The weird thing was that my clothes seemed to caress my skin, like all my nerve endings were heightened and adjusted so that every touch, every caress was wonderful.

I became lost in my own world as the other three talked. Then a finger touched my chin and Camilla turned my head toward her. She tilted her head back, and I leaned forward and kissed her. That was nice.

Next, she turned and kissed Alex. I realized I shouldn’t have kissed Camilla, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t kiss Nat. I turned to her, and she gave me a little smile and kissed me.

Something about Nat, the way her eyes softened into a dreamy look just after I’d stopped kissing her, made it seem like a fairy tale. That’s the one where a girl had been born in a garden, and she’d only ever seen beauty, never exposed to the harsh realities of the real world. I’d been mesmerized as I watched the passion fill her eyes as she looked back at me.

She fit perfectly against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her to pull her close so I could nuzzle her neck. I wanted to cry out from happiness. We began to kiss again, and her hands moved to my chest.

I kept my hands busy as I touched her thighs and hips. I scrunched the material of her sundress in my fists as she pushed her tongue further into my mouth. A whimper escaped her throat, which I answered with a deep rumble of my own.

We pulled apart for a moment and looked deep into each other’s eyes. For some reason, I had no desire to move this forward. It surprised me to be happy just to hold Nat in my arms, kiss her, and cuddle. I decided it must be a side effect of the ecstasy. When I smoked pot, it made me mellow, and I would eventually get the munchies. Even though I did have a raging boner, all I wanted to do was hold Nat in my arms and talk.

“I love women,” I announced.

Nat gave me a silly little smile. I looked over at Alex and Camilla, who held each other in their arms, looking at me to explain my love. I thought for a moment before I continued.

“There’s just something about their scent. It’s not only all the soaps, shampoos, and perfumes, which, by the way, make them smell amazing. Women smell fantastic without all that stuff. I simply love the scent of a woman when she becomes aroused. It satisfies me deeply if I’m the cause.

“Then there’s the way they look and move—the curve of a breast, the sway of a hip. They’re all different and enticing. A woman’s body has so much personality when it moves. I could watch a woman walk down the street all day long, especially in high heels. Nothing makes their legs look sexier,” I shared.

“I’m with you on that,” Alex said.

“And the way women feel when I touch them. Their skin is so soft and pliant. I love running my hands all over their bodies so I can learn every square inch of them. And when you find the little spots that make them moan … that’s special.

“I love that no woman is the same as any other. It’s like playing a video game and trying to figure out the magic combination of buttons to push to unlock a killer move with each character. In this case, it’s the combination that helps them reach their orgasm.

“I love that women can climax again and again. I could spend hours just toying with their bodies and watching the joy they receive as I help them feel sensations they never knew they could. Nothing is more satisfying than when they finally beg you to stop giving them pleasure because it’s too much.

“That’s when I prove to them that there can be more, that what they considered too much isn’t ever going to be enough. When they begin to beg for me to never stop, it’s the most satisfying thing I can imagine,” I said.