Senior Year Box Set

She reached down and grasped me.

“Are you really going to complain?”

“I suppose not. I need to be inside you,” I said, running my hands over her body.

Ashley looked at me a knowingly and began to undress. I looked over to the coffee table and found a condom in a bowl there. This had been staged, but I’ll admit to being all for it. I opened the package and rolled the condom into place.

When Ashley had gotten her clothes off, I picked her up and sat her on the arm of the couch. I ran my hands along her thighs, spreading her legs wider for me. My hips moved forward so that I pushed her legs farther apart. When I got close, I nudged my member against her wetness.

Ashley reacted by her eyes rolling back, and she scooted her cute little bottom closer. I reached up and grasped the back of her neck to force her to look at me.

“Put it in,” I ordered.

Ashley dropped her hand between us and grasped me around the base. She rubbed Mr. Happy up and down until he lodged in her opening. Ashley reached for my hips with both hands and slowly pulled me forward. It was pure torture as she slid me in inch by agonizing inch. I wanted to push hard, but I let her set the pace. When I was almost all the way in, she sucked in her breath.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I’ve never had sex on ecstasy before. It’s so good,” she assured me.

I took that as my signal to take over and began to slowly slide in and out. Ashley let her head fall back, and she laughed.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“I’m just happy. This is perfect.”

I gazed into her eyes as I tried to figure out whether she was kidding me or not. I found no deception. Instead, staring me in the face was sheer happiness. The moment was too perfect not to join her in laughter.

Everyone suddenly looked at us. I looked back at them and saw that they’d paired up, with Megan off to the side, watching. I saw the same happiness in them that Ashley and I shared. Cindy was right. Tonight was going to be epic.

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Chapter 12 – Welcome To New York Friday March 31

In the stark light of morning, I reflected on how last night had been eye-opening. Ecstasy had given us the energy to stay up most of the night. Luckily, the Viagra wore off after a while. At one point, I’d been concerned Mr. Happy might stay hard forever. I might do ecstasy again, but not Viagra. I wouldn’t use it again until I needed it when I was much older.

Young guys could perform without having their dicks feeling weird. Viagra made me feel like I was wearing a condom because there wasn’t the usual level of sensitivity, which made it more difficult to climax. Last night, however, that had turned into an advantage—at least for the girls.

Our evening had turned into an orgy, with people swapping partners the rest of the night. I admit to having a twinge of jealousy when I witnessed Scarlet and Ashley spend time with both Paul and Kevin. Once again, the drugs came to the rescue, and I found myself okay with it.

I’d come to the realization that even though Scarlet and Ashley were the mothers of my children, that was all they would ever be. I saw no future where either one would be Mrs. David Dawson. Unless, of course, I decided to go old-school Mormon and take multiple wives. I didn’t expect they’d go along with that. I’d come to grips with the idea that they would each eventually find someone and get married in the traditional way.

That made me chuckle because it might be a sign I was maturing. I no longer had the Alpha Male reaction of them being ‘mine.’ While I would always claim them and do everything possible to protect the girls and my children, I wanted them to be happy.

Partly that was because I’d never really fallen in love with Ashley or Scarlet. While I loved them because of the kids, we’d originally only had a single night of passion together. Over a year later, they’d sprung on me that they’d gotten pregnant, and I was the daddy.

When they came back into my life, it had started as being solely about what was best for the little ones. Only over the last few months had I begun to see what interesting and unique women Ashley and Scarlet were.

In a lot of ways, this trip had highlighted that the age difference between us still mattered. I instinctively knew that when I reached about thirty, it no longer would. But their life experience, which included attending college, had created a gulf between us that was probably too wide to overcome for now.

Yes, we had a lot that could help us bridge that gap. But with the imminent prospect of my leaving for eight months of filming, followed by my own college plans, I couldn’t see us as more.

Last night, I’d also come to accept some hard truths, truths that I already knew but only now had finally come to grips with. It turned out that ecstasy helped me to identify, clarify, and accept what I’d been resisting or ignoring.