The Butterfly and the Bee ll

"Thanks for tonight. I had a great time." Cadence turned and as she did so, stepped right up into my personal space. Back in her shoes instead of ice skates, her eyes were right about at my level as she stared rather seductively at me with those bedroom eyes.

"I had a great time, too," I replied, my tongue feeling thick. For once, I wasn't exactly sure what to do. We were standing in the hallway outside the freshman girl's dorm room, and for the first time in a long time, I didn't know whether or not I would be going inside with her.

I'd been getting mixed signals all night on that point. Half the time, she seemed to pure and virginal and innocent, coyly smiling at me but not touching me any more than she had to. The other half of the time, she was a sensual vixen, with a fire in her eyes like she was fantasizing about jumping me. Right now, Cadence just looked at me rather expectantly, with a world of desire in her eyes, but I didn't know if it was actually an invitation. So rather than make a decision one way or the other, I decided to go with a more standard date activity. I let my hands gently come up to her cheeks as I tilted my head. And I closed my eyes as I moved in for the kiss I knew the both of us wanted.

Cadence tasted ... minty. And it wasn't from a breath mint, although she may have popped one at some point earlier. There was a natural flavor to her lips that filled my senses and sparkled in my brain as we kissed for the first time. And I let myself be swept away by the simple passion of kissing a girl without feeling like it was a prelude to sex.

When we broke, Cadence looked at me a little expectantly again. There was obvious desire in her eyes and I knew I lusted for her as well. But again, I wasn't sure I wanted to act on my lust. In a way, I didn't know how. Every girl I'd been with in recent memory, with the singular exception of Leighton's unique situation, had initiated the sexual contact. I was waiting for an irrefutable invitation from Cadence, and I realized that I wasn't going to get it.

And that's why Cadence and I never hooked up the previous semester. I kept waiting for her to push me so hard that I caved and slept with her. She kept waiting for me to show that I really wanted her. One of us had to make the first move, and neither of us ever did.

I wasn't ready to do so now, either. Yeah, I had wanted to fuck her for months now. Yeah, I had gone into this date expecting to finally do the deed. And if I asked her to sleep with me right now, I knew unequivocally that she would. But now that I was here, I realized I couldn't push things in that direction. She wanted ME, not the Big Ben Experience. And I didn't know if I was ready to give it to her. She didn't want a hookup; she wanted a potential boyfriend. And I didn't know if I was ready for a relationship like that.

"I'll see you later, okay?" I said softly.

There was a disappointment in her eyes, but she nodded her understanding. She leaned in and pecked me quickly, giving me a fleeting minty taste once again. And then before I could really react, she flitted away and through the door, giving me a Cheshire smile just before closing it in my face.

Once again, she'd left me craving more.

I still wasn't sure if I had any feelings for Cadence besides an appreciation for her physical beauty and a desperate desire to fuck her. But now I knew that I was intrigued by her. I was still horny, but I was intrigued.

The horniness didn't go away by the time I returned home. Like I said, I'd been expecting to get laid that night and I'd deliberately avoided getting off with any of my potential bedmates throughout the day in the interest of saving things up for Cadence. And so I was still rock hard when I walked into my bedroom just after midnight.

I had already kicked off my shoes and started stripping out of my clothes when I realized my bed wasn't empty. This time, I hadn't made so much noise that the girl in my bed woke up. And I cautiously approached to confirm my suspicions as to her identity.

Yep, it was Paige. I felt a momentary flash of annoyance. This was MY bed, and we had a rule that she wouldn't sleep here. Of course, she'd broken that rule more than half the time since she'd arrived, although she HAD managed not to molest me in my sleep anymore.

But the annoyance passed as I looked on her sweet face. She really was a very pretty girl, with a cute innocence that belied the traumas she was currently going through. Now, in sleep and in my bed, she seemed at peace, as if her problems had gone away.

And the more I looked at her sleeping, the more I remembered the way she'd looked when we were dating. Paige would spend almost every night in my bed back then, and many of those nights included some really naughty, really aggressive sex. I had more than a few memories of pinning the petite girl to the mattress with my cock sawing in and out of her tight asshole while she screamed sacrilegious curses at the top of her lungs.

It was those memories that made the erection in my shorts even worse. I had planned on getting laid tonight, but it wasn't right for me and Cadence to be doing that just yet. That didn't mean I wasn't still horny, and as I looked at Paige's slumbering body, I was very tempted to wake her up by sliding my lubricated dick up her ass. From the way she'd been acting ever since she got here, I got the distinct impression she would welcome the attention by reaching back to spread her own buttcheeks for easier access.

But I couldn't do it. I turned away and headed outside to face my second temptation. Adrienne had taken the Mustang into San Francisco that day for her modeling gig, leaving me to borrow Dayna's Impala for my date with Cadence. When I'd returned home, the Mustang was already in the driveway, confirming to me that Adrienne was already home. And unlike Paige, we had an active sexual relationship that had frequently included pure relief sex for one or the other, in situations just like this.

But I couldn't to that, either. I knew Adrienne was tired and had been complaining about not getting enough sleep recently. She was juggling schoolwork, sorority commitments, and her burgeoning modeling career, and it was all taking its toll on her. I couldn't take away her precious sleep time just to get myself off.

So I ended up in the bathroom, taking a shower to end my night while dispiritedly masturbating. I was feeling so dejected, I actually couldn't make myself cum in a reasonable amount of time while shampooing my hair and washing off my body.

But I remembered that I'd stashed a lingerie catalog in the bathroom cabinet. So after getting out and drying off, I flipped through the Christmas-themed catalog until I found my favorite spread, that of Adrienne herself in a lacey red and green number that did wonders to enhance her massive tits and show off her shapely curves. With the catalog open on the sink, it only took another minute before I was spurting little white ribbons into the toilet. I didn't feel very relieved, but my cock deflated. And I staggered back into my bedroom to put on my pajamas.

Then at last, I crawled into bed to find that Paige's body had already warmed the covers. Shifting forward, I spooned myself around her smaller body while she sighed contentedly in her sleep. And smelling the sweet scent of my petite redhead's shampoo, I put my head down onto the pillow and drifted away to sleep.

FEBRUARY 2004, SOPHOMORE YEAR

"Paige, you can't keep just showing up in my bed. Especially when I'm out on a date!"

"It was a Tuesday!" she complained. "How was I supposed to know you were out on a date? I thought you were just studying late at Dawn's place."

"Doesn't matter. Any night I'm out I could potentially bring a girl home."

"But you haven't been with any girls but Adrienne since you started going out with Cadence," Paige huffed. "Well, except for those two times with Adrienne AND Monique. But all the other Tri-Delts backed off since you and Cadence started your ... thing. And you've certainly never brought HER home."

"That might change. The sex thing is a little ... delicate. And do you realize how fucked up things could be if we walked in to find YOU in my bed?"

"But I LIKE sleeping in your bed!" Paige whined. "I never sleep very well on the couch. It's kinda lumpy and it's so empty in that big, cavernous room. It's so lonely. And I feel so safe and warm when I can spoon up to you!"

I sighed and rubbed my forehead while doing my best to concentrate on the road. "If the couch is uncomfortable, why don't you just go home to your own bed?"

I wished I hadn't said it the instant the words left my mouth. We both knew very well that she didn't want to go home to her own bed, all alone, still wondering what the hell to do about the fetus growing inside her without anyone for support around her. She'd asked me to stop telling her to leave unless I really intended to kick her out, complaining that it was a really hurtful thing for me to say. And now that I'd just said so, Paige's eyes welled up with tears.

"I'm sorry, Red," I said apologetically. "I'm just a little cranky."

"You're cranky because you're not getting laid enough. Adrienne's been so busy lately and the Tri-Delts are all being respectful of their sister claiming you and Kerri found a new boyfriend and-"

"I get it!" I interrupted her. "I get it."

"You know you don't have to be so bottled up," she looked over at me. Her eyelashes batted enticingly as she said seductively, "You know I'd be happy to-"

"Paige..." I sighed, interrupting her again.

The seductive tone vanished. "Well I'm horny, too!" she whined.

"So go find yourself another boyfriend."

"I don't WANT another boyfriend. Look at what screwing around got me," she pointed at her belly. "We're freaking going to my doctor right NOW to talk about what screwing around got me."

"Then why do you want to screw around with me so bad?"

"Because you're Ben! You're safe. And you love me; I know you do. Otherwise why would you be going to all this trouble?"

I sighed, "Paige..."

"Besides, it's not like you can knock me up."

"Paige..."

"I know, I know. 'We're not that way anymore'. And you don't have those feelings for me anymore," she pouted. "All I'm saying is that if you're horny, and I'm horny, then why can't we just make each other happy?"

I was tempted. Her argument made a lot of sense to me, especially in my cum- filled state. But... "I couldn't do that to Cadence."

"Do what? So you've been on a couple of dates."

"Five. In less than three weeks. We're 'dating'."

"But you're NOT having sex with her. What does that say about your level of commitment? Besides, it's not like she had a problem with you screwing a dozen of her sorority sisters before."

I just shook my head and went silent. Paige waited me out, staring at me hopefully. And eventually we pulled up outside the OB/GYN office, parked, and I shut off the engine.

"I'm sorry," Paige said quietly. "I know I shouldn't push you. You've been sooo patient with me, with everything. I know I'm an annoying pest sometimes..."

"A bee..." I said off-hand.

" ... And I've been such a nuisance lately."

"You're not a nuisance. The house hasn't been this clean in a year."

"It's just if there's anything I can do to make you happy, I want to. You know?"

"I know," I sighed and then looked over at the scared little girl. Exhaling, I reached over and covered her hand with my own, squeezing her fingers. I smiled sincerely and repeated, "I know."

She smiled back. "Thanks for driving me."

I pulled on the handle and opened my door. "Come on. Let's go."

"Any family history of diabetes?" Dr. Leslie Huo asked, holding up a clipboard.

"No," Paige shook her head.

"Any family history of cardiovascular problems: high blood pressure, heart disease, cholesterol?"

"Uh, I think my Dad has high blood pressure and high cholesterol."

"Okay." The doctor scribbled. "Any eye disorders: blindness, cataracts, glaucoma?

"I don't think so."

This continued on for several minutes. The longer it went, the tighter Paige squeezed my hand. And when the doctor was finally done, Paige asked nervously, "Does this mean my baby is going to have problems?"

"Most likely not," Dr. Huo said reassuringly. "It's just good to know what family histories there are if complications do arise."

"Oh, okay."

"Now," Dr. Huo looked over at me. "Since you're here, may I ask about your family history?"

I blinked in surprise and sat up straighter. "Me? Uh, why?"

Dr. Huo looked at me sagely. "Well, the father has just as much of an influence on any inherited issues for the fetus."

I blinked again, but Paige beat me to the punch. "Uh, he's not the father."

"Oh."

"Uh," Paige hung her head. "I'm not exactly sure who is. And Ben is just a friend."

The doctor winced, trying to delicately reply, "I see."

Paige squeezed my hand tightly again, feeling ashamed. But Dr. Huo said gently, "That's fine. Many of our pregnancies, we never get the father's family history. The father doesn't usually come to these visits. So you're lucky to have a good friend here with you."

"I know." Paige managed a little smile and she glanced up at me. The happiness and gratitude on her face made it all worthwhile to be here.

"Now," Dr. Huo continued. "We need to talk about drug and alcohol use."

Paige looked ready to start crying again.

"So you DID notice me at the Halloween party?" I arched an eyebrow.

"Absolutely," Cadence smiled. We were sitting in Dayna's Impala again, the front bench seat much better for this sort of thing than Adrienne's Mustang with the big center console separating the two bucket seats. I'd parked up by the Lawrence Labs, and we had a very nice view of the city lit up beneath us. "If it wasn't for the pledge task Leighton handed out, I would have been all over you."

"If it WASN'T for the pledge task?"

Cadence nodded. "I wanted to get to know you just because I thought you were sooo attractive. And don't think I didn't feel your eyes on me every time I walked by. I must have done a couple of laps just to see if you would stare at me again."

"I loved that butterfly costume," I sighed. "But then why didn't you come after me?"

"Why didn't you come after me?" she shot back with a little smile. And then she turned serious. "I don't play games like that. I knew a bunch of girls would be zeroing in on you because of the pledge task and I didn't want to get in the middle of that. Not worth my effort. So I just did my thing, flirting around and not really settling down with anyone."

"Is that why you never really came onto me for the rest of the semester?"

She nodded. "I'm not into the competition thing."

I arched an eyebrow. "You have to be a little competitive. Bridget said you were in first place."

"There are lots of ways of earning points," she shrugged. "But I wasn't going to fight with other girls for your attention. That's why I split that one time after the gym when Jocelyn hedged in. You either wanted me or you didn't. And I only want guys that want ME."

"I want you."

Cadence frowned. "Not enough back then. And not the way I wanted you."

I sighed and thought back to my playboy past. "Why DO you want me?"

"You keep asking me that. Why do you want me?"

"I wanted you at first because you were the sexiest thing I'd seen in a long, long time. I told you I loved that butterfly costume."

"Fine," she blushed but looked proud of herself. "But why now?"

"I'm not entirely sure. You intrigue me. And you haven't just fallen into bed with me." I arched an eyebrow at her. "We're on what, our sixth date? I don't think I've ever been held out this long and I'll admit you're piquing my interest."

"So the secret to your heart is to keep you out of my pants?" Cadence giggled. "Looks like you'll NEVER get laid."

"Awww..." I pouted. But I looked at her sternly and said, "There. I've told you a bit about why I want you. Now what was it about me that made me 'sooo attractive' as you put it."

"The Prince Charming costume." Cadence sighed dreamily and sagged deeper into the crook of my shoulder while I wrapped my arm more tightly around her. "That's when I first started crushing on you. I always wanted to be a Princess."

"You'd look good in a tiara."

"Oh, I do. You should see my Prom pictures."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, I was pretty hot." Her green eyes sizzled as she grinned at me. Then she dramatically gestured to herself. "Prom Queen."

I gestured to myself. "Prom King."

Her eyebrows went up. "Really?"

I nodded. "Although I wasn't actually there for the ceremony itself. Neither of us were."

"What do you mean?"

I blushed and looked away. "Uh, maybe I shouldn't talk about that."

"No, no. You've got me curious."

I half-sighed and half-smiled at the memory. "Adrienne and I were the Prom Queen and King. But, ah, we were up in a hotel room when they announced it."

"In a hotel room?" Cadence raised her eyebrows suggestively.

I shrugged. "It was the night we got together, really."

Cadence got the implication and she grinned. "So you both missed getting crowned?"

I nodded.

"Must've caused quite the stir."

I blushed and shrugged. "Like I said. We weren't there."

Cadence was quiet, looking off into the distance and holding onto my arm around her torso. I left her to her thoughts for a minute, and when she spoke, I was surprised she was still on the same subject. "You said that was the night you and Adrienne got together. When did you two break up?"

I arched an eyebrow. "You really want me to talk about an ex-girlfriend? Thought that was against the rules."

"I'm curious."

I shrugged and said, "Uh, end of the first semester, last year."

"But you're still obviously close friends."

I nodded.

"Are you still sleeping with her?"

My eyebrows popped up and I glanced down at the pretty girl pillowing her cheek against my shoulder. I didn't answer right away.

"I'm serious," she added. "I may not have been one of the girls boinking you all last semester, but I paid attention. You were getting laid by one of the Tri-Delts almost every day from Halloween to the end of the year, and most of those were with Adrienne as well. I know for a fact you were still sleeping with her then. And in the past few weeks, I know most of my sisters have stepped back out of respect for me, but I don't know who else you're seeing outside the sorority."

"I'm not 'seeing' anyone else," I said a little defensively. "Just you."

"'Seeing' is the wrong word. I guess I'm wondering who you're fucking," Cadence clarified. "Because from everything I can tell, you're a sexual creature used to getting laid on a very regular basis. And I've been holding out on you for a long time."

"Why is that?"

Her eyes glittered. "Because I'm waiting for you to make a move. Now don't change the subject."

I sighed. "You want to know if I'm having sex with other girls?"

"Yes."

I took a deep breath. And after steeling myself, I answered honestly, "Yes, I am."

"Okay." She turned and settled back into the crook of my shoulder, staring outwards.

I blinked, not quite understanding. "Okay? Just 'okay'?"

"What? Were you expecting me to get upset and order you to keep it in your shorts?"

"Uh..."

"So you're having sex. It's not like you were monogamous with one girl before. And we're not at that point of intimacy yet, Ben."

"Are we heading there?"

Cadence turned to look up at me. Her sensual eyes smoldered, clearly inviting. "Like I said. I'm waiting for YOU to make your move."

"So let me get this straight..." Dawn paused to take a sip of her coffee, her eyebrows scrunched up as she collected her thoughts. "Cadence is fine with you sleeping with other girls because you and her haven't reached that point in your relationship."

"Yeah."

"And she says you two haven't reached that point in your relationship because she's waiting for you to make your move."

"Yeah."

"But you haven't made your move because you're not sure you're ready for that kind of commitment."

"Right."

"Huh..." Dawn chewed on that. "Weird."

"What?"

"It's just ... I never thought you'd have been able to think that many jumps ahead when sex was presented to you."

"Huh?"

Dawn smiled. "I love you, Ben, but higher brain functions were not your strong point when an opportunity for sex was in front of you."

"Well, maybe I'm growing up."

She smirked. "Maybe."

"But am I overcomplicating things? I mean, I think she wants some kind of commitment from me before we sleep together. But I'm not sure. I just feel that if I DO sleep with her, then she'll expect me to drop all the others because at that point, we will have reached her 'point of intimacy'."

"Is that a problem?" Dawn arched an eyebrow.

I sighed. "You know me and monogamy..."

My best friend nodded and put her hand over mine. "Then maybe you shouldn't go through with this. If you can't be yourself in a relationship, then you're only setting up the both of you for failure and heartache."

"But I LIKE her," I whined. "What if I can be monogamous?"

"Do you really want to be? Could you really give up Adrienne if she needed you? Could you really resist all the other temptations?"

I winced and looked down at my coffee, untouched for the past ten minutes and getting cold. "I don't know."

Dawn looked pityingly at me and then said, "On the other hand, Cadence is perfectly aware that you've boinked a dozen or so different girls in the past few months. She knows you're not the monogamy-type, and she's still pursuing you anyways. So how do you know she'll want you to be monogamous once you two get serious?"

"I guess I don't. It's just a feeling." I shrugged. "Isn't commitment and monogamy what most girls want?"

Dawn shrugged. "Most. But what was it that Adrienne told you? It takes a unique kind of girl to love you? Maybe Cadence is one of those unique ones who can handle your uniqueness."

"It's just that she just keeps talking about wanting me to want her, which is why she won't ever make the first move to initiate us."

"But didn't you say she asked you out on the date?"

"Well yeah, but then she made me plan it and everything."

"So she'll set you up for the opportunity, but she'll expect you to actually take the initiating action. She'll crack the door open for you, but you've got to walk through it. Make sense?" Dawn raised her eyebrows until I nodded my understanding.

Dawn then continued, "Logically, asking you to want her is just asking for you to be decisive and committed to her. That doesn't necessarily mean she's asking you to be monogamous."

"But she said she doesn't play well with others and I know she's 100% hetero. I'm pretty positive there aren't any threesomes in our future."

Dawn shrugged. "Maybe no threesomes. But that doesn't mean she won't let you have other girls on the side."

"But how will I know?"

Dawn smiled and squeezed my hand. "Only two ways to find out: either you sleep with her, then sleep with someone else, and see how she reacts..."

I grimaced at the thought of Cadence pissed off at me.

" ... Or you TALK to her."

FEBRUARY 14, 2004, SOPHOMORE YEAR

I awoke with my usual morning hard-on. My eyes were still closed, but I felt her presence before me. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the nicely-formed breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass.

Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. And I exhaled softly as my body warmed up to make my erotic dreams into reality.

"Good morning, Ben," Paige said sweetly as she realized I was awake.

My eyes popped open and I jerked my head, now waking up completely and realizing the situation I was in. My left hand released her breast and my right pulled off her hip as I rocked my hips away from her ass. "Sorry, sorry," I muttered and suppressed a disappointed groan.

"I wasn't complaining," she said softly. Then she added, "Not like you haven't done it before."

I grimaced and rolled back. Paige wasn't talking about when we were dating last year. She was referring to the past several nights where we'd frequently ended up spooned together in very intimate fashions. So far I'd managed to keep my hands outside of her clothing ... so far...

She turned and smiled at me, looking happier than I'd seen her since we'd been dating. It was as if for the moment, all was right in her world. No drug-withdrawals, no pregnancy, no fears at all. "Do you know what today is?"

I sighed and blinked one eye at a time, trying to get it to focus while stretching my arms to slowly wake up the rest of my body. It took a second, but I eventually got it. "It's Saturday. It's February, uh ... oh, it's Valentine's Day."

"Yeah, and do you know what that means?" she said brightly.

I grimaced and checked the clock. "Yeah, it means I've got a big day with Cadence planned." I sat up and turned off the edge of the bed, rolling my head around to loosen up my neck and shoulders. Then I stood up and looked back to the bed.

Paige looked small and hurt, clutching the blankets to her body and staring forlornly into space.

I sighed and sat back down on the bed, rubbing her back. "Look, I know this would have been our anniversary, Red. I didn't forget. But things just aren't like that anymore, okay?"

She turned to look at me, her lip quivering and her eyes dull and lifeless. "How do I make you love me again?"

Slowly shaking my head, I exhaled and then leaned over to grab her head. She let me pull her toward me so that I could peck her forehead. And then I pushed away and said, "We're friends, okay? I'm here for you."

Paige gave me a weak smile and nodded. Then she pulled her mouth to the side and shrugged. "Can I at least watch you get dressed?"

I snorted. "Like you haven't every other morning." And I turned to fish out my clothes.

"You know, this may be the most romantic thing a guy has ever done for me." Cadence squeezed my hand as we walked up the steps.

"You're not serious," I replied, arching an eyebrow at her.

"Completely serious. I mean, I've told guys I love feeling like a Princess, so there've been flowers and nice views and even a carriage ride. But I never would have thought you'd bring me HERE on Valentine's Day."

I shrugged. "You said once you'd like to meet my friends sometime. This is me telling you I want you to be a part of my life, that I'm not just going to 'do' you and then abandon you. This is me saying that you're much more to me than just another pretty Tri-Delt."

"I know." She smiled sweetly and squeezed my hand again. "That's why it's so romantic."

"Nervous?"

Cadence shook her head. "With you showing me how much you care? Not at all."

We entered into the house and Adrienne was the first to greet us. My blonde bombshell of an adoptive sister hugged her sorority sister warmly and then pecked my cheek. Then she escorted us inside where the rest of my crew was waiting. Ryan was on the couch with Dawn cuddled up next to him. Gwen, Robin, and Paige were chatting. Bert was playing a video game he'd brought over.

I sighed in resignation at the sight of Bert on the game. His and Robin's relationship had been fraying at the edges for the past couple of months, and it seemed that everyone could trace the problems back to that swingers party we'd had in December. Both had experienced sexual pleasure well beyond what they were used to, and their lack of ability to replicate the same highs by themselves had been the source of many a fight since then. And the way Bert was absorbed in the video game while Robin was at the furthest end of the living room from him did not bode well.

But now wasn't the time to worry about them. With my arm around Cadence's waist, I made the introductions. Dayna and Brandi had also come down to meet the new potential girlfriend for the first time. And Cadence quickly went into butterfly mode to enthusiastically talk with everyone.

For a few minutes, I just sat back and watched as things unfolded. Cadence had been something of a mystery personality to me from the very beginning. I hadn't even known her name when she'd first caught my eye in that butterfly-bikini costume at the Halloween party. With her 5'11" height and regal bearing, I'd assumed she would be prissy and aloof, like she was above everyone else. The way she flitted from person to person, chatting with everyone but never settling down onto anyone at that party had seemed to confirm my assumption. I'd never gotten the chance to talk to her that night to find out any more.

Over the next couple of months, after Leighton had put her bounty on me, I'd seen Cadence several times, the both of us exchanging looks of longing and desire without having any serious conversations. She would cruise past me, flash me a look, and then continue on her way, leaving me yearning to find out more about her. I'd assumed she was just being coy or playing hard to get, a strategy to help her win the bounty. But now that I'd gotten to know her, I'd found that she wasn't trying to win at all. She'd given me real looks of interest, but she'd deliberately tried not to engage in the active pursuit of me that the other pledges were conducting.

Only once had she declared her interest by approaching me after that basketball game and offering to wash my back. I still didn't know if it was a serious offer or just a flirtatious comment she never intended to follow through on. In any case, Jocelyn Canilao had arrived with her more blatant pursuit and Cadence had backed away immediately, declaring that she didn't "play well with others". I'd assumed that meant she wasn't into multiple-somes. Maybe she just didn't want to deal with fighting over a guy.

And then there was the End of the Year party. Cadence had approached me directly, flirting quite obviously and playing on the Barbie Girl song to titillate my senses. It seemed we might actually get somewhere before I saw Paige with her black guy and immediately broke things off. I didn't see much of Cadence after that, as she barely approached me for the rest of the night. Bridget had commented about how the girl had been staring at me from afar, but she didn't actually make another move before I left. I can only believe it was because I always had some other girls orbiting around me after that.

Was it like Cadence had said? That it was up to me to show her that I wanted her? And that once I did, she would truly be mine? Or was she really like a butterfly, flitting from place to place enjoying what she could and flying away just as fast from adversity? And even if I committed myself to her, I could lose her again just as fast? I didn't know.

But I wanted to find out.

"They're really nice," Cadence smiled as she rubbed my hand, which was resting on top of the gear shift knob while we drove to the restaurant. To beat the Valentine's rush, I'd made a 4pm reservation.

"Glad you think so."

"Your sister really grilled me, though."

"Huh?"

"You didn't notice?" Cadence glanced over at me. "Brandi's pretty protective of you."

I shrugged. "No, I hadn't noticed."

"You two are really close, aren't you?"

I sighed. "Not so much anymore, actually."

Cadence looked thoughtful. "But she still obviously cares about you."

I smiled. "Yeah, I know."

"Almost as much as Dawn does."

"Hmm?"

"She's your best friend, right? Every time I see you on campus you're with her. How long have you two known each other?"

I smiled. "Since birth. I'm three months older, so all my toys went straight to her as soon as I grew out of them. We were inseparable until my family moved down south when I was ten. Been catching up ever since."

Cadence nodded. "But what's the deal with Paige? I get the impression she doesn't like me very much."

"Huh?"

"She didn't say much to me, just kind of gave me the evil eye."

"Really?" I chuckled, momentarily imagining little Paige coming up with some sort of Catholic curse to put on Cadence, if Catholics had curses like that. Maybe I was thinking Voodoo.

"So were you and her ever ... together?"

"Paige? Yeah, actually. We dated for about a semester last year."

Cadence's eyebrows went up. "Last year? Weren't you with Adrienne all of last year?"

I smiled and arched an eyebrow at the pretty blonde in the passenger seat. "It's complicated."

She looked at me for a few seconds, clearly in thought. I glanced at her once before focusing on the road ahead. Then I glanced back again and found she was still sort of staring at me strangely.

Eventually, she said quietly, "I get the impression that a lot of your relationships with the girls around you are ... complicated."

I blinked and stared straight ahead. It took me a few seconds to answer, "Yes, they are."

"Do I want to know how complicated?"

I thought about that a moment before replying, "I'll answer any question honestly."

Cadence went silent again. I got the distinct impression this was one of those adversity moments for her, when she decided whether she really wanted to face something she might rather not deal with. We had only been dating for a few weeks, and never progressed to physical intimacy. We could still back away from any relationship without getting seriously hurt. And if there was anything she wanted to know about my sordid past and my less-than-solitary nature, she deserved to know it before we got too far.

But in the end, Cadence just sighed and said, "Okay."

We'd arrived at the restaurant.

"Thanks for tonight. I had a great time." Cadence turned and as she did so, stepped right up into my personal space. With her high heels, she was actually a little taller than me. And her green eyes were positively electric as she stared seductively at me.

"I had a great time, too," I replied, feeling the surge of adrenaline inside me. I knew what I wanted to do. We were standing in the hallway outside the freshman girl's dorm room, and I knew with certainty that if I wanted to go into it with her, she would let me.

There was a world of desire in Cadence's eyes, and I let my hands gently come up to her cheeks as I tilted my head. I closed my eyes as I moved in for the kiss I knew the both of us wanted. And my senses were filled with her minty flavor as her lips eagerly parted for my entry.

Kissing we were used to. We'd made out at some point during every single date. I'd even copped a few feels here and there of her ass or tits, though always outside of her clothing. But tonight, on Valentine's, lustful urges spurred me further. And I pressed Cadence up against her own bedroom door, grinding my crotch against hers and scooping my hands beneath her ass, lifting her slightly while our mouths began attacking each other with greater fury.

We broke apart for a second to breathe, and Cadence looked at me expectantly again. There was obvious desire in her eyes, but once again, she wasn't going to ask me if I wanted to come inside. If I waited for an irrefutable invitation from her, I knew I would never get it.

So I kissed her again. And when I pulled away, I stared right into her eyes and stated, "Let's go inside."

Her eyes lit up and she groaned, "Finally!" And then she was quickly rifling through her purse to find her room key.

Cadence was so excited that she couldn't get it into the lock on the first two tries; but eventually she managed to slide it home and twist it. Right as she was opening the door, I attacked her again and we burst into the room like in the movies, our mouths joined and our hands scrambling both over each other's bodies and for the light switches.

The light switch was found, somehow. So was the clasp to her bra, even though she was still in her dark green evening dress. But just as I started to peel the straps off her shoulders, Cadence pushed me away and gasped, "Wait, wait!"

I stopped immediately, my conscience fully attuned to my long-standing self- orders not to push a girl farther than she wanted. But I panted with lust and stared bewildered at her, wondering why she'd made us stop.

Fixing her dress but not bothering to try adjusting her loosened bra, Cadence scrabbled through her desk drawer and came out with a red ribbon. She quickly went to the door and opened it inwards, peering out into the hallway to see if anyone was watching her as she quickly tied the ribbon around the doorknob. It was small enough and unobtrusive enough that a casual passerby wouldn't notice it, but hopefully her roommate Peggy would. And then Cadence quickly shut the door and locked it, spinning around to me and leaning her back against it.

I waited half a second, waiting for her signal. She nodded and I was quickly on her once again, my tongue in her mouth and my hands on her shoulders. This time nothing was going to interfere between me and my goal of getting my dick embedded almost eight inches inside her gorgeous body.

Cadence was in an even bigger hurry than I was. She pulled her mouth off mine and looked down, her hands at my waist to undo my belt and then unsnap my slacks. I stopped groping her long enough to let her finish. And then she yanked both pants and boxers to my ankles while dropping to her knees, my thick cock popping straight into her face. "It's beautiful," she sighed, her moist, hot breath tickling my balls. And without further ado, she opened her mouth wide and sucked me in.

"Ohhh..." I groaned and slid my fingers into her strawberry-blonde hair, running into the barrettes and bobby pins she'd used to hold it up.

Without taking her mouth off my dick, Cadence reached up and pulled the hair clips out herself. When she was done, she dropped them onto the floor beside her and then popped off my cock, shaking her hair out and running her own fingers through it to loosen it up and let the silky tresses cascade around her shoulders. And then inches away from my dick and kneeling before me with her big tits spilling over the top of her dress, the gorgeous 18-year-old turned her electric green bedroom eyes up to look at me.

"I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees..." she sang.

Oh, hell yeah...

Without thinking about it, I reached both hands out and slid my fingers into Cadence's hair again, this time easily moving through it to grip her head and pull her toward my erection. The beautiful young girl obediently parted her lips and inhaled me inside, humming happily as my meat filled her mouth. "Mmm..."

She was good. She was really good. And not for the first time I found myself trying to figure out what this girl was all about. In hindsight, Cadence had not been very aggressive in pursuing me, just flirting around the edges and moving away, tempting me into pursuing her. If I hadn't been so distracted by the other pledges coming straight for me, I certainly would have gone after her. Then, once we started dating, she'd been coy and shy and we hadn't done anything remotely sexual for weeks, an eternity for me.

And yet Cadence blew me like a pro. With her style of seduction, I didn't think she was the type to be with a lot of different guys. So either she was a natural talent ... or she'd had a few very good teachers.

In fact, she almost had me at the brink of orgasm already. After weeks of dating her but not fucking her, and not getting nearly enough sex elsewhere, either, I was pretty backed up and quite eager for this first ejaculation. But this wasn't how I wanted to do it just yet.

"Cadence," I moaned. "Cadence, stop." I suited words to action by prying her head back and away from my prick.

She whimpered and then pulled off, flashing those seductive green eyes up at me from her kneeling position. "Aww, but I want to taste you."

"And you will if you want. I promise."

"But the girls all said you could go for hours."

"And we will if you want." I grinned broadly. "I promise."

So we did.

Because of the 4pm dinner time, Cadence and I had returned to her dorm room relatively early in the evening. And yet we still managed to keep fucking until the wee hours of the morning.

At first, I worried about her roommate being left outside. But Cadence assured met that she had a steady boyfriend and most likely wouldn't be returning home until morning on this Valentine's evening. The ribbon was just in case.

And yet with all the time in the world, Cadence and I couldn't even wait long enough to get our clothes off. After stopping her blowjob, I scooped up the tall blonde and carried her easily over to her bed. After laying her down, I simply pushed the hem of her dress up to her waist and yanked her thong panties down, revealing a pretty pink pussy with a neatly trimmed patch of hair that matched the strawberry-blonde on her head. And I quickly dived into her muff to thank her for the excellent fellatio.

But like me, Cadence didn't want her first orgasm with me to be oral. As she approached her climax, she urgently tugged on my shoulders and pleaded, "In me! I need you IN me!"

I was so wound up, I didn't argue and swiftly moved up her body, notching my cockhead in her folds while she grabbed onto her own stiletto heels and pulled her legs to the sides. And then with a good grip on her waist, I stared into Cadence's brilliant green eyes and lunged forward, skewering her tight cunt on my rampant prick with a single thrust.

"AAAAHHHH!!!" Cadence threw her head back and screamed at the penetration. Her whole body tensed up as she absorbed the suddenly-filled sensation, but she recovered quickly as she crossed her heels behind my back and started humping her pelvis against mine.

I dropped my chest down onto hers, bracing myself on my elbows as I concentrated on my own thrusts as well. Cadence's hands encircled my neck and pulled me to her face. We mashed our lips together and moaned heatedly into each other's mouths while our loins met and retreated and then met again. Her arms flexed and relaxed along with her legs, using all four limbs to tug my body against hers while I pistoned in and out of her clenching cunt. And then faster than either of us would have expected, she was calling out her orgasm.

"Oh, SHIT! Fucking-mother-SHIT!" Cadence cursed. "I'm cumming already! I'm cumming already!"

I found myself surprised to hear the swear words coming out of her mouth. Cadence seemed like such a dainty, proper butterfly in so many ways that it was truly weird to hear her cursing. In fact, it wasn't so different from listening to Paige spewing sacrilegious blasphemies instead of her usual "oh, poo"; and it was just as arousing.

So I grinned at the sound of Cadence's melodious voice as she continued growling, "Motherfucking FUCK me you fucking bastard! Oh, shit! Harder! Fucking harder! I'm fucking cumming AGAIN!"

Her tight body clamped down around me for the second time, forcing me to put more power into my hips just to maintain my pace driving in and out of her clenching cunt. The heel tips of her stilettos were digging into my back as she drummed her feet against my spine, and seeking to edge away from the discomfort I arched my back and hammered her even harder.

"FUUUCK! FUCKING FUCK!" Cadence screamed. She'd rolled her hips back and upwards so that my face was actually a couple of inches below hers. Her hands tightened around my neck and clutched my face down against her chest. And when I found that I didn't want the feel of fabric against my cheek, I pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders along with her already loosened bra, shoving the material down to her waist so that I could feast my mouth on her swollen pink nipples.

"FUUUCK! Fucking suck my nipples! Suck my tits! Bite them! Lick them! Make me cum again!!!"

I groaned and went to work, fucking on pure instinct by this point. Fucking Cadence was unlike any other sexual encounter of recent memory. I was used to being in total control of myself, taking the time to undress a girl and explore her erogenous zones to best figure out how to pleasure her body.

Not this time. We hadn't undressed — Cadence was still wearing every article of clothing. Her dark green evening dress was still bunched around her waist. Her high-heels were still on her feet. And even her underwear was still attached. I'd only gotten one strap of her bra off, the other still around her right shoulder. And even her thong panties had gotten stuck around one of her heels. As for me, my slacks and shorts were around my ankles, trapped on my own shoes and restricting my movement. I was still wearing my shirt, only naked from waist to shins as I plunged my cock into Cadence's body with a manic intensity.

And I hadn't needed to really figure out Cadence's erogenous zones. She'd been a walking orgasm from the moment I slotted my cock into her cunt, and already she'd come three times from our unrestrained fucking. I'd like to think I picked up a few things just out of habit, but for now, my brain wasn't part of my sexual process. I just rammed her as hard and as fast and as long as I could. And when she tensed up with her fourth orgasm, I joined her as well.

"Fuck me!" Cadence screamed. "Fuck me like a slutty whore! Pound me! Fucking POUND me! Harder! Oh, fucking God! I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again! FUUUUUCK!!!" Her hips kicked off the bed for a moment, sending us into the air as I felt her inner muscles spasm against my invading prick one final time.

"Uggghhh!!!" I grunted as I felt the tension in my pelvic region suddenly evaporate. And then I sighed with relief as I felt myself ejecting blast after blast of hot cum into her sucking pussy.

"Fill me! Fill up my slutty cunt with your hot jizz!" Cadence warbled while gripping my head against her big tits so tightly that I thought she'd pull some of my hair out. "CUM IN MEEEE!!!"

I answered her with another strong shot of semen to splash against her inner walls. And our two bodies bucked and twitched and trembled amongst her sheets as we quaked through the aftershocks of orgasm.

When I was done shooting, I lay my head back down into the valley of her cleavage, idly kissing a mountainous breast in front of me. Cadence stroked my hair and hummed happily, exclaiming, "FUCK that was great! Why the FUCK did you wait so FUCKING long to fuck me?"

I sighed and lifted my head up, scooting further up the bed to drive my cock a little deeper into her snatch. Despite having just cum, I was so wound up from lack of sufficient sex for the past month that I was still pretty hard. And within the confines of her tight, wet pussy, I could feel myself firming up for a second round already. Stroking slightly so that she could feel me still hard inside her, I sighed and touched her cheek. "Sorry, babe. I'll make it up to you. I promise."

She grinned and kissed me, sliding her fingers into my hair again. "Mmm, you'd better. But all the girls kept talking about passing out with your big cock up their ass. I want you to do THAT to me next!"