The Agreement
Part I: Dating Group
1 Trust
“CAN I COME IN?”
It was the night before we were taking Betts to Purdue. I was lying in my bed about to grab a couple tissues before I made a mess. Betts stuck her head up through the staircase opening. I kind of forced my cock down with a pillow on my lap and squeaked, “Sure.”
Betts came right to my bed and sat down beside me. She looked at me and where my pillow was.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“Betts…”
“I know boys masturbate like all the time. Bet you didn’t know girls masturbate, too.”
“Bet I did.” I rolled over and reached into the bottom of my nightstand, keeping my sheet tucked around my naked body. I still looked at the Facts of Life and Love book sometimes—just as reference material. I handed it to her. She looked at it puzzled for a moment. “It was kind of sticky in places when Mom gave it to me.” Betts had a moment of abject horror cross her face as she turned crimson.
“Oh God! She gave you mine?”
“Said she didn’t want to buy another copy. It took me a day to figure out what she meant.”
“Oh fuck.”
“It’s okay, Betts. I eventually managed to get a hard-on again.”
“You little beast!” She attacked me trying to tickle me and I was squirming all over, still trying not to reveal my stiffy or lose the sheets. I tried to tickle back and got more than one handful of my sister’s tits. We finally settled down.
We sat there panting.
“Well, now you know what those feel like as well as what they look like.” She blushed and made a show of pulling her bra straight.
“Okay. I admit, they feel as good as they look.” Betts pulled her T-shirt up and flashed them at me again. Too bad she had that damn bra on. We both giggled, but when she looked at my waist and raised an eyebrow I just clenched the pillow down a little tighter.
“Spoil sport,” she sighed. “Brian, are you a virgin?”
“Betts! What kind of question is that?” That came out of nowhere.
“I’m worried about you. All your girlfriends. I think Hannah is really sweet, but you didn’t do anything to her did you? And Rose? And Candace? And those girls down south? Brian, this is important. Boys can be sluts too, you know?” I think she was really concerned.
“First, I’d never tell you if I’d made love to any of those girls or any others, Betts,” I said. “Or anything else we did. Second, I’m still a virgin. Now what’s this all about?”
“Since you… caught me, I’ve been good. I’m still a virgin, Brian. It’s been difficult, and I won’t say I never touched another boy. This summer has been… interesting. But no boy has ever been in my panties.”
“Why are you telling me this, Betts?”
“Because you saved me and I want you to know it was worthwhile.”
“You don’t have to go through life with no sex just because I interrupted a blowjob!” I said.
“The guy who gets in my panties is going to marry me. Preferably he already will have,” she said. “I’m not saying you have to stay a virgin until you’re married, but those girls, Brian—if they want to stay virgins, help them. It’s so hard to do by yourself.” Betts started crying and collapsed on top of me. My erection was long gone and I wrapped her in my arms and just held her while she cried.
“Betts, remember that no matter what you decide, I love you. I know we don’t always get along, but I’m never going to judge you about who you do or don’t have sex with. Just be who you are.”
I made a special breakfast of blueberry waffles in the morning and Mom and Dad took Betts to Purdue.
“Brian, why don’t you run over and mow the Barnes’ lawn before we head for the beach?”
“Sure, Mom.”
I’d thought of it before, but it was too depressing to go near their house. It had been dark for the past month. Mom said they went to be with Jessica in Paris for a while. She wasn’t coming back. Mowing their yard gave me time to mourn and cry without anyone seeing me. My Heaven was gone.
Being at the lake on Labor Day was surreal. Sometimes I’d hear a voice or a laugh or catch a flash of blue and jerk around thinking I saw Jessica.
And the girls… Hannah rode on my shoulders for the chicken fights until Rose came up to us. Hannah slid off and gave me a very uncharacteristic kiss on the cheek. She turned and hugged Rose.
“Your turn, girlfriend,” she said and was off to find another horse. Rose rode on my back for half an hour. She kept kissing my neck and blowing in my ear. God! I loved holding her bare legs. Brenda came sliding up my front and pushed at Rose’s feet until we both went over backward. Rose splashed around and grinned at Brenda before she turned and gave me a searing kiss, making sure my hands were busy, too. She turned and hugged Brenda. “Your turn, girlfriend,” she said.
Brenda didn’t even get behind me, but wrapped her legs around my waist and said, “Take me to the raft.” I did a combination push and splash until we got to the raft. We managed without drowning even though we both went under a couple times. Brenda never unwrapped her legs. “Carl and I broke up again. Now’s your chance, boyfriend,” she said as she pressed her lips, her hips, and her tits as tight to me as she could get them. She kept one hand on the raft so I had both hands free. One caressed her back and held her to me and the other held her ass. For Brenda’s part, she ground against my erection like there was no tomorrow. “Oh God, yes!” she moaned. She pulled my hand around to her front so I could cup her breast while she thrust hers down between us so she could rub my cock.
“Brenda…” I gasped.
“I’ve wanted to do this for four years, Brian. I don’t know when I’ll have another opportunity. Go to third base. Touch me and make me come.” I got the message, and it didn’t take much. With one hand on Brenda’s tit and one on her pussy and her stroking my cock, neither of us lasted long. She let go of the raft and when it looked like we’d sink, she joined me in treading water while we held each other. “I swear, Brian, the next time he breaks up with me, I’m going to fuck you. He’s over there trying to get it on with Hannah.”
“What!?” I turned to get away from Brenda, but she wrapped her legs around me and almost drowned both of us.
“Hannah has it under control. Let her handle it. Carl isn’t a beast. He won’t do anything she doesn’t want him to.”
“I just…”
“I know. You love her. It’s going to be different this year, Bri. You’re going to have to help us sort it out. Every single one of us girls wants a cock in her pussy and all you boys want to be there. You’ve got to help us figure it out. You’ve got to help us not just lose it.”
Why am I the designated referee?
I have to admit that in five minutes I fulfilled three years of fantasies with Brenda, but we kept our pants on. And she wasn’t the only one. Liz about took all our clothes off, but she backed off once she’d come. I was knocked out when Samantha swam up to me.
“You haven’t touched my legs all day, Brian. Don’t you like how silky soft they are anymore?”
“Sam, what’s got into you?”
“I don’t know. My dad just rolls his eyes and says ‘hormones.’ Mom has given me more lectures than you can imagine. Touch my legs, Bri. Do you like them?”
“They’re incredible. I’ve never touched anything so soft and smooth in my life.” She shifted and I felt her hand between us for a moment.
“Keep going. Right up here.” Up here was her bare pussy. She’d moved her suit crotch to the side. It wasn’t just bare it was bare. “I got rid of all the hair I didn’t want. Do you like it?” she asked.
“It feels beautiful, Sam. Hang on to the raft.” She looked at me as I stroked her pussy but reached out to hold the raft with both hands. I took a breath and torpedoed down until my face was even with her crotch. I moved in and kissed her pussy. I stuck out my tongue and ran it right through her little crack. I’d like to say how she tasted and what I smelled, but we were in the lake and I was out of breath. When I surfaced, she pulled me to her in a kiss that told me she’d practiced a lot.
“You’re going to do that again, Bri. Maybe a lot.” We held each other and made out for a long time. As long as Samantha kept her suit pulled aside, I had my hand on that smooth pussy. She clamped her mouth onto mine and screamed when she came.
Every one of the girls found me and did something sexy, even if it was just a kiss or licking my ear. Each one told the next “Your turn, girlfriend.” I about wore things out when I finally got home. I tried for a come for each of them as I rubbed.
So this is high school!
“Hey! What’s this I hear about you swishing two out of three at the Fair, my man?” It was great to see Lionel again.
“It was easy. I stood on your shoulders and slam-dunked ’em,” I said.
“In your dreams.”
“It worked. Carl and Doug didn’t make a single free-throw.”
“Maybe we should have you on the team!” Right. Like that would happen in a million years. I wouldn’t even be able to see the basket if I was on the team. I was officially five-five, but the growth spurt had slowed. I was almost thankful. I didn’t hurt constantly like I had all summer. Lionel hadn’t made it to the lake yesterday, so the first opportunity we had to see each other was before World History. Then we had to shut up and pay attention.
Lionel and I walked to lunch after class and it was a different world. We’d had the same lunchroom last year, but this year we were the little kids among the rest of the high schoolers. We finally managed to squeeze twenty of us around two tables near the garbage cans. We were no more than seated than half a dozen guys in letter jackets came up to our table. One went straight to Brenda.
“Look at the pretty freshman girls! You shouldn’t be sitting out here by the garbage. Honey, we have like a private dining room. Why don’t you come with me? It’s all you can eat.”
“Go away,” Brenda said, stiffening.
“Come on. You’ll have fun. I’ll personally make sure of it.”
“Go away!” He put his hand on her shoulder. That was it. I stood up. All the way up on the chair so he could see me.
“I know you’re not deaf, so you must be stupid. Let me put it plainly. She said ‘go away.’ That means take your slimy hand off her shoulder and get lost.”
“Oh! Look at the runt who has to stand on a chair in order to even be seen. Come here, little man. How about you go head first in the garbage.” I saw a few people start to move toward us. Lamar and the first three—two had graduated—were headed across the dining room. Lionel, Carl, Doug, Jackson, and Derek were pushing back their chairs. One of the guys with the letterman leaned in and whispered in his ear.
“Him?” The other guy nodded and backed away. So did the rest of the letterman’s gang. He looked at me and sneered. Cocky son-of-a-bitch. “Well. I see your table already has its quota of heroes. I’ll leave you the little one, but when you actually want a man, just wave at me girls.” A big black hand landed on the back of the letterman’s neck. Attached to the hand was Lionel’s big brother Lamar. He was pushing seven feet tall.
“Chad, look around this table carefully,” Lamar growled. “Memorize every face you see here and attach the words ‘off limits’ to it. Then find every other freshman in the dining room and memorize the same words. It’s just two words. Even your little brain can remember those. Off limits.”
“Lamar, my man,” Chad said turning to him. “Hey, every freshman needs to get hazed a little. It’s part of the rite of passage thing, you know. Just chill.” He turned away from Lamar and slunk off. The football team wasn’t going to be as friendly this year as last.
“You guys need anything, just wave a flag,” Lamar said to us. “Lionel! Why weren’t you standing up for your buddy?”
“I was… getting up, but Bri had it under control.”
“What?”
“I couldn’t stand up, Lamar.” Lionel was getting pissed.
“Your friend needed you and you couldn’t stand up? Why?”
“I had a hard-on.”
“Little brother, I don’t care if your cock is spurting cum in your girlfriend’s pussy. Your buddy needs help, you get your ass in gear and stand up. Y’all have a good day now, y’hear?” Lamar said to us and turned to walk away. Lionel was as red as a black man can get.
“Lionel, take it easy on yourself, man. We’re all new here.”
“He’s right. I shoulda…”
“It was my fault,” Liz said. We turned to look at her. She was sitting right beside me.
“What?”
“I had my foot in his lap.” Rose spit milk out her nose again. We all started laughing. Lionel finally got past the embarrassment and started to laugh, too.
“Brian! There you are, boyfriend! I’ve been looking all over,” the little redheaded dynamo known as Candace came rushing over to our table, plopped herself down in my lap and gave me a no-holds-barred kiss. Now I wouldn’t be able to stand up. “Oh baby, I’ve missed you this week. Is this the rest of your harem? I understood there were five of us now. Introduce me, Brian!”
“Um… uh… guys, if you don’t recognize her, this is Candace Jones.”
“Only for another six months. I’m changing my name when I turn eighteen.”
“Why?”
“I’m an actress. Candy Jones sounds like a porn star. Now introduce me to my sister girlfriends.”
“This is Hannah.” She’d had to make room for Candace’s dramatic entrance.
“You’re the one on the horse. That was so exciting.”
“And this is Rose,” I said pointing to the other side of Hannah.
“God! You’re stacked. Can you give me some pointers? I need to get a full cup-size bigger before I hit Hollywood. I really don’t want to do the surgery thing. Okay, that’s three of us. Who are the other two?”
“Well…” I started.
“Wow!” Candace said. I looked at the table. Liz, Brenda, Rhiannon, Whitney, Samantha, and Sugar all had their hands raised. “One, two, three, four, five, six. That makes nine of us. You were holding out on me, Bri.” She kissed me again.
“In the spirit of full disclosure,” I said, “there are actually two more down in Kokomo.” Everybody’s mouths dropped open at that. Everybody except Hannah. Brenda zeroed in on her immediately.
“You knew! And didn’t tell us!” Hannah just shrugged and smiled.
“That’s eleven! I don’t think Chad’s managed eleven in his entire career of cherry-popping. I knew I picked a good one.”
“This is Lionel, Jackson, Derek, Carl, and Doug.”
“They’re part of your harem, too? How very… liberal of you.”
“They’re my buddies. I’d do about anything for them. Except kiss them. Somebody else is going to have to do that.”
“We gotcha covered,” Rhiannon said. “But it doesn’t let you off the hook for the rest of us.”
“What’s going on, here,” I asked.
“We voted at the lake,” Brenda said. “Then we called Sugar and Whitney and got their votes. We’ve talked to Doug and Carl, but haven’t to Lionel, Derek, and Jackson.”
“I talked to Lionel and he talked to Derek and Jackson,” Sugar said.
“Okay. Officially we eight—you can get in on it if you want, Candace—are the girlfriends of those six. Mix and match. Any way, any combination.”
“A group marriage. We read about those in Sociology. Sorry, that was the old textbook. They changed books this year because it promoted immoral behavior. Like me.”
“How’s this supposed to work?” I asked. I should have known something was going on at the lake. I sure wasn’t happy about the idea of everybody at the table fucking everybody else. I really got a twinge when I thought about Hannah. Or Rose. Or Liz. Shit!
“We expect you to tell us how it works, Bri,” Liz said leaning against me. Candace made room and wrapped an arm around the other redhead. “We all know that we’re going to go crazy this year. We want to have fun and do exciting things. But we’re all—the girls, anyway—scared.”
“Guys, too,” Lionel said. “I was raised that a man had a girlfriend or wife and nobody touched her. This is all new to me, but Sugar did a hell of a sales job. I think I like it.”
“Bri, we need you to set the rules. We’re not doing anything until you set them. No kisses. No dates. Candace, that means you, too. You want to be part of the harem, you have to play by the rules. Only none of us know the rules until Bri tells us what they are,” Brenda sighed. “Please hurry.” How did I get stuck with this? This is crazy! I’m just almost fifteen. What do I know? Everybody was looking at me.
“I don’t know why you trust me to set these rules, but it’s going to take a day or two to make sure I’ve got them right. I like the general idea. I certainly want to take each and every one of you out. In the meantime, though, there is one rule that overrides all others at all times.” Everybody looked at me expectantly. They were serious. “I learned an important lesson last spring. Nobody does anything with anyone in any way unless both or all parties explicitly agree.”
“What do you mean, ‘all parties’?” Candace asked. I looked at Lionel. He nodded. His brother’s girlfriend had two boyfriends.
“Look around. At this table, there are nine girls and six boys. That doesn’t necessarily come out to an even number of couples. And others could be added. It might not just be two people who need to agree.”
“And what does ‘explicitly agree’ mean?” Jackson asked.
“It means that if I want to kiss Hannah, I have to ask and she has to say yes. It means I don’t have the right to just kiss her because she’s my girlfriend. I learned that lesson the hard way guys. Nothing’s going to last here unless we stay up-front.” There were a lot of nods.
“This sounds exciting,” Candace said. “But I have to go to Senior Lit now. Do you all know where your next class is?” We nodded. “Brian, may I kiss my boyfriend before I go to class?” I looked at her and she was already moving toward me.
“No.” I said, turning my head. She came up short. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to start that before we have the rest of the rules written.” She sighed and then got off my lap.
“Okay. Don’t… uh… deliberate on them too long though, okay? I haven’t finished my test. ’Bye girlfriends. Boyfriends.”
Before we all got up from the table, Whitney stood and came toward me. God! She was tall.
“There’s just one thing, though,” she said. I felt her lift the hanger loop on my shirt and heard the snip snip of her scissors. “I am the fairy queen. I reserve the right to use the loops.” We all laughed and ran to class.
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