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“I know Baby…do
you want me to stop?” I asked.

She
shook her head and I moved in until I felt the barrier. “Just a little bit
more, Pretty Baby. I’m almost there. This is going to be the worst of it,” I
explained and pushed through it, feeling the pop. Olivia painfully groaned

“Are you
okay?”

“Mmm
hmm.” She replied.

I
retracted slightly and moved back in, instantly noticing that she was a lot
wetter. I slowly moved in and out until I was completely sunk. She moved her
face to the side and I took the opportunity to kiss and suck on her neck.

“Does it
feel better, Baby?”

“Mmm
hmm,” I was starting to worry about not getting a response from her, other than
the hums of her letting me know that she was okay. I needed her to be okay. I
wanted this to be as memorable for her as it was for me. 

“Tell me,
if I’m hurting you, or if you want me to go slower or faster… just tell me
something,” I begged.

“Just
keep doing what you’re doing. It doesn’t hurt as bad.”

With
that, I started moving. I couldn’t believe how fucking tight she felt. Her
pussy gripped my cock like a glove. I’ve never had sex without a condom; I
could sense the fact that I was about to explode. My tempo increased as I
become rougher with her, I couldn’t help it. She felt too fucking amazing.
Olivia’s expression was a mix of pain and pleasure. I surrounded her face with
my arms and roughly thrust into her a few more times, before I was close.

“Oh…Baby,
you feel so fucking good…I’m going to come,” I grunted. She moaned and that was
my undoing. I ejected my load deep into her pussy.

Coming
down from the most intense orgasm I have ever had, I felt like I had just run a
marathon. My heart was beating out of my chest. I could feel every beat. Our
bodies stuck together, covered in sweat. I buried my face into her neck and
hair, and kissed her rapidly beating pulse.

I
exhaled a deep breath. “I’m so sorry if I hurt you, Baby.”

“I’m
fine, Sebby…that was-I-I-have no words for what that was…I love you,
Sebastian.” She softly spoke.

 “I love
you, Olivia.” I replied, with not only the words she was hoping for, but the
words that I felt deep in my soul.

Walking
away from her was the hardest thing I have ever faced. We both deserved more. I
had to. I knew Julia’s feelings for me. I guess I had known for a long time. I
couldn’t do that to her, and I wasn’t about to come between Olivia and Julia.
No way. They loved each other too much for that.

I did
what I had to do. I walked away. I walked away from Olivia; my Olivia. The
Olivia that made me feel like no other girl would ever do again. Not even
Jules. It wasn’t that I didn’t love Julia too. I did. I would take a bullet for
her and kill any mother fucker that ever hurt her in a heartbeat. It just
wasn’t the same kind of love. We had a connection, it wasn’t the intense,
searing in emotion kind of connection, that Olivia and I shared. It was what it
was and I couldn’t change it.

 All we
have ever shared were stolen moments.

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Summer
went by excruciatingly fast. I had spent most of my time with my girls. Olivia
and I seemed to be getting back on track, at least it was that way with our
friendship. As far as anything else, nothing had happened since that night at
the waterhole.

We all
knew that I would be leaving at the end of the summer and none of us discussed
it. We just spent every waking moment together, it was the same, just different.
I couldn’t explain it, we weren’t kids anymore. I was going to be nineteen and
the girls seventeen. I had known Julia for seventeen years and Oli for seven.
We had been through several ups and downs, especially in the last few years.

Being
able to share my last summer with them, is something that I still hold dear to
my heart. There was no drama, issues, or problems. We were just the trio that
we always were. I’m grateful I got the opportunity to experience that with them
again, before heading off into the real world.

I was
definitely nervous; I had never been away from home longer than a week. I
didn’t know what to expect. I wanted to make my parents proud of me; I think
that was the biggest influence for me choosing to go to my father’s school. I
also wanted to experience something different, just to say that I did. Even if
I ended up back in Miami, I could say that I got to live in New York.

I knew
it was going to be devastating for my girls and I. They were a huge factor in
my decision. I didn’t want to leave them. However, part of me felt like it
would do us some good, like maybe things could change when I came back or
something.

I don’t
know what I was thinking or hoping for, I guess I thought we would be older and
things wouldn’t be so hard and confusing for any of us, like time could
magically make everything alright, whether that be Olivia and I being together
or accepting the fact that we never would.

We were
watching a movie in my room on my last night, we were all laying in my bed with
me at the end and the girls against the headboard. Oli was dozing off and she
excused herself and told me she would come over in the morning to say goodbye.
Julia told her she would be home after the movie was over.

As soon
as Olivia left I would catch Julia looking over at me.

“What?”
I asked, looking over at her.

“Nothing.”

“Oh come
on, Babygirl, you know that shit doesn’t work on me. Now tell me or I’ll tickle
you till you do.” She laughed, while hiding her feet under the covers.

“Nothing…”
She urged.

“You’re
going to make me do it aren’t you? You have three seconds before I come over
there.” I warned, starting to sit up.

“One…”

“Sebastian…it’s
nothing.”

“Two…”

“Are you
being serious?”

“Two and
a half…”

“Fine!”
She yelled out and sighed, “I don’t want you to go.”

“Babygirl…it’s
a little late for that.” I explained.

“You
never asked me how I felt about it. Don’t you think, you should have at least
asked me? I would have asked you.” I looked at her while I started to scratch my
head.

“I mean
we’ve done everything together, Sebby. Now you’re leaving me.” She whispered.

“You
know that’s not true. I could never leave you, you’re too important to me. I’m
just going to try out something new.”

“Why?”

“What do
you mean, why?”

“Why do you need to try out
something new, Sebby? Why can't I be enough?

Why
have I never been enough for you?” She stammered.

            “Where
is this coming from, Babygirl? You are enough, you mean the world  to me, you
know that.” I stammered. Great, it was like deja vu. I had already heard this
once, from Oli mere months ago. I mean I knew how Julia felt, well, I thought I
did, to hear her say it was a whole other ballgame. One that I wasn't sure I
wanted to play. What the hell was I supposed to say?

“Sebby…Can
we talk?”

“We are
talking.”

“No…I
mean really talk.” She suggested.

“Isn’t
that what we always do?”

“Ugh…fine.
Just listen, can you do that?”

“Mmm
hmm.” I said nodding.

“We have
known each other our whole lives. We have engaged in endless amounts of
conversation. This needs to mean something. I need you to know before you leave
that you mean something to me. You always have.”

“Okay…”

“Will
there ever be a time for us?”

“Babygirl…what
are you asking me?”

“I’m
asking if there will ever be more to us than what we have now. I love you,
you’re my best friend, and I want you to know that you mean more to me.”

“I do
know that, Babygirl, and you know I feel the same way. You've always been that
for me. You're always going to be in my life and nothing will ever change that.
You’re my Babygirl, you always will be. Nobody will ever be able to take that
away from me.”

“Sebastian,
I don’t think your understanding what I am saying. I’m saying I want to be the
one. The one for you.”

“Babygirl,
you’re too young to even be thinking like that. You have so much more life to
live. The second you start college, some hot guy is going to sweep you off your
feet, you will have to get my approval first though.” I tried to make her laugh,
but she wasn’t even smiling.

“Will
you be honest with me?” She cautioned.

“Of
course.”

“If I
were Oli would you have said the same thing?” She asked while avoiding eye
contact with me.

“What?
Where is this coming from?”

“Just
answer the question. Please, you owe me that much. If Oli were sitting here
saying this to you, would you have told her the same thing?”

“It’s
different with both of you, Babygirl. I can’t begin to express how much I love
both of you. You have been my everything since the day you were born. It
doesn’t matter who has come or will come into the picture. You will always be
that to me.” I reaffirmed grabbing her chin to look at her. “You are beautiful
to me inside and out. I could never imagine my life without you in it. The way
things are with Oli is different. I can’t lie to you and say that I love you
both in the same way, I don’t. Although, don’t for one second think that I love
her more than you, it’s complicated.”

Nodding,
she hesitated to say what was on her mind, “Sebby, I know that things have
changed over the years with all of us. We’ve all grown up and matured in
different ways. I need to know that you’ll always be mine. I love Oli; please
believe me when I say that. However, I can’t imagine anything more between you
and her than already exists.”

My head
was throbbing with this conversation. I didn’t think that Julia would throw me
an ultimatum. That’s what she was doing right? Giving me a choice?
What the
fuck do I even say to that?

“You’re
both going to find someone that makes you happy, and if they love you even half
as much as I do, it will make me a happy man. It doesn’t matter where you or I
end up, Babygirl, it will never change the fact that you’re a part of me. Who knows…maybe
you’ll make me the Man of Honor, because I most definitely deserve it.”

That one
won me a smile, if I was being completely honest with myself it gave me more of
a migraine to think about Oli being with someone else. I was fucked. Babygirl,
would be devastated if anything were to happen with Oli and I. I couldn’t do
that to her. That was her sister, and I was her best friend, it would have been
double the agony. We both would have lost her.

We
finished watching the movie and Julia went home. I stayed up all night thinking
about the consequences of what would happen if Julia ever found out about Oli
and me. It would crush her.

I wished
that things could have been different. I wanted nothing more than to see what
would happen if I were given the opportunity to explore things further with
Olivia. It was devastating to know that I couldn’t allow that to happen, for
all of our sakes. I wasn’t just thinking about myself, it was for all of us.
Our lives and friendships would be ruined.

I meant
every word I said to Julia, she couldn’t not be in my life. She was a part of
me.

I
learned in that moment that you can’t always have what you want and you just
have to hope that everything works out for the best.

The next
morning I woke up and said goodbye, to my girls.

Madam
moved to sit on the opposite side of the couch and handed Brooke the robe,
while she sat beside me. I glanced at the camera that was now pointed directly
at us and noticed a little green light blinking. Brooke grabbed my chin and
brought my attention back to her.

“Don’t
worry about the camera, Bella…just focus on me, okay? Can I call you Bella? I
love that name, you look more like a Bella to me, sweet and innocent Bella.”
Her voice was low pitched; it was soothing and intoxicating. She smelled elegant,
majestic, and royal, I don’t know how to describe how she smelled. It was
alluring, and I couldn’t help feeling like a magnet being pulled.      

“I like
the name Bella too.” I rattled, with a nervy voice.

“Great!
I can tell already that you and I are going to be amazing friends. I started
off a little like you. You remind me a lot of myself.” I wondered how so, but
didn’t ask.

She
pulled both straps of my dress down exposing my breasts.

“I knew
I wanted more out of life, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it,” she
explained, moving to a crouch on the floor. Never taking her eyes from mine, she
tugged the hem of my dress beckoning me to shimmy out of it. She slid my dress over
my ankles and placed it on the shiny table. I sat there in just my panties and
heels, not really knowing what to think. I glanced over at Madam, noticing the
look of satisfaction on her face. I wanted to make her happy. For whatever
reason, I wanted to please her.

“Phew…Bella,
you are going to make clients very happy…your body is a paradise,” Brooke
praised.

She rose,
resting her weight on her knees and etching her lips to my collarbone, she blew
soft breaths to my skin. I felt my breath catch, as she lightly caressed the
sides of my breasts. I felt awakened, and my nervousness was vaguely
perceptible.

“Your
breasts are round, plump, and perky.”

Her tantalizing
breaths progressed to the middle of my breasts. That caused another hidden
gasp.

“Your
nipples are just the right size.”

She
looked up at my face, and didn’t stop caressing the sides of my breasts.

“I know
you don’t see it, you’re glowing Bella, you were made for this. There are very
few women in this world who are made for pleasure, and you are one of them. We
are few and far between, Bella.”

Her
hands skimmed the sides of my body until she stopped at the edges of my
panties. With her index fingers, she began to slide them down. I slipped out
one leg at a time.

“The
shoes stay on.” She asserted.

 She
turned and Madam handed her my robe. I extended my arm and she slid it on, and left
it open in the front. Brooke sat down next to me. I felt disappointed that I
was clothed again. It was a thrill that I couldn’t even begin to explain. I
wasn’t sure if they were dwindling for my benefit.

“Spread
your legs, Bella Rosa.” Madam demanded, in a soft tone. I did as I was told and
the thrill was enlightening. I felt their gazes on every inch of my body. I
could feel the yearning and hunger in the room.

“Your
pussy is sweeter than I thought it would be, you’re just the right shade of
cream. It’s been a nice surprise that you don’t have any tan lines. Your caramel
skin color is natural. That pleases me,” Madam assured me, while inspecting my
pussy. I, for some indescribable reason loved it. I think that moment was one
of the most thrilling moments of my life. It was overwhelmingly and electrifying.
I was adored. I was wanted. I was loved.

My
nerves had subsided and I felt aroused. My core was throbbing and all I craved was
relief. I suppressed the urge to touch myself and instead felt driven to want
to touch Brooke. I turned to her and twirled her hair, as Madam had once done
to me. I moved her hair to my nose and inhaled. Brooke did not seem surprised
by my forwardness.

“Do you
know that you have a deep erotic smell about you? It’s addicting.” I said.

I
grabbed the back of her hair and pulled, she moaned. I kissed lightly at her
jawline. Her warming skin was apparent. I forgot about everything in that
moment, and all I wanted to do was please Brooke, and in return receive
pleasure. I didn’t care that Madam was in the room, or that there was a camera
filming us. I desired her, I wanted to touch and taste her. I wanted to feel
every inch of her body and have her do the same to me. I wanted to be one with
her. I had never craved anything this much in my whole life.

I
brought her lips to mine and traced her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue,
and then did the same with the top. I softly pecked her to provoke a reaction.
She understood and opened her mouth as I plunged my tongue in and she sought it
out. Our tongues twirled around and we tasted each other, we were both moaning
at this dance. We breathed each other in, like it was our last breath, inhaling
the invigorating scent of arousal and lust.

“I knew
you would be like this, Bella Rosa. I knew once given the chance you would
surpass any thought I would have imagined.” Madam proclaimed.

I didn’t
pay any attention to what she was saying. I couldn’t. I wanted Brooke. She tugged
the edges of my robe and slipped it down, never breaking our kiss, our
connection. I did the same to her and once I knew it was off, I wanted to look
at her. I removed my lips from hers and looked at her eyes, her pupils were
dilated and her eyes appeared dark. I knew mine looked the same. I took that
time to really look at her. She was a goddess. Her lips were swollen and red,
her skin was warm and rosy, her hair was tussled and flowed loosely. She was
radiant.

“You’re
a vision, Brooke.” I said.

My eyes
moved from her face to her neck and I saw her pulse pulsating. I blinked and
moved my eyes to her breasts, she was breathing heavily, causing her breasts
move upward every few seconds. They were calling to me. I put her left pink,
perfect nipple on my tongue and licked, she moaned again and grabbed the back
of my neck, urging to me to do more. With my teeth I pulled on it at first and
then sucked, gentle and then firmer. Once it was a hard pebble, I moved to her
other breast and did the same. I was feasting on her. She brought my mouth back
up to hers and we began the same alluring dance. 

She
moved forward, causing me to move backwards until I was lying on my back. She
spread my legs, placing one leg between mine and then straddled the other. It
was then that I felt the moisture of my pussy on her leg. She crouched a little
more and that was when I felt the wetness of her on my leg, as well. We were
still kissing even more passionately than before. We were both moaning openly,
as we glided our clits on each other’s legs. I was getting close to orgasm, I
could feel mine and I could feel hers as well. She suddenly stopped and lowered
her mouth to my neck.

Panting
so hard I could barely talk.

“What
are you doing?” I asked. No…asked is the wrong word. It came out in some sort
of frantic pant.

She
moved from my neck to my left nipple, licked and sucked it until it was hard,
she did the same to the other.

“Shhhh…Bella.”
Her breath on my nipple gave me goose bumps.

“I’m
going to take care of you…just lay back and enjoy it.” She demanded.

She
trailed her tongue from my nipple to my bellybutton. I knew what she was going
to do. I had never had anyone lick me down there. I didn’t go that far with
guys. That’s not what it was about with me. I was anxious and eager for her to
move faster. I gyrated my hips forward, hoping she would understand my silent
plea. She looked up and smiled at me.

“Bella…you
impatient little thing, don’t you know that good things come to those who wait,
huh? I want to lick your pussy, as much as you want me to. Here’s the catch
though, I want you to watch me. If you stop watching, I stop eating…okay?” She
asked, and at that point I would have agreed to anything.

“Yes…” I
replied.

I was
confused by her next move. She repositioned her body to the floor and sat on
her knees.

“Sit up
Bella, and spread your legs on the sides of my body, put the ends of your heels
to the edge of the couch.”

The tone
of her voice was demanding and captivating; I did what I was told. I couldn’t
help it, I felt so exposed and bare in this position. It made me feel even more
erotic. My clit was throbbing I could feel it pulsating just wanting to be
caressed. She leaned over and I thought I was finally getting what I wanted, I
saw her inhale my scent.

“Hmmmm…Bella,
you smell heavenly, I love the smell of a woman, and nothing compares to a
woman’s scent.”

She
nudged my clit with her nose and then casually kissed it. I moaned loudly, not
taking my eyes from her, there was no damn way I was going to let her stop. She
licked me from my opening to the top of my clit. I moaned so loudly that it
made my head fall back to the couch.

“Nah uh
Bella, you aren’t following directions.” I looked at her.

“This
will help…put your hands on your knees and spread your legs wider, don’t take
your hands off your knees, and don’t stop watching.” She commanded.

I did as
I was told and she repeated the same process. I felt even more exposed this
way, and her tongue felt more forceful too. She started licking my clit back
and forth, back and forth. She brought her lips to an O shape and began to suck
lightly in a teasing manor.

“Oh my God
Brooke, please don’t stop, please don’t stop…” I said in a husky voice.

Her
sucking became more forceful as I felt the edge of her tongue in sync with her
lips. She sucked on me until I was moaning senseless. She moved her tongue from
my clit to my opening and pushed her tongue into my pussy as deep as it would
go. I felt like I could come just like that if only it were longer. She stopped
and I made a disgruntled sound. I watched her lick the palm of her hand and place
it on my pussy as she began rubbing it up and down. I moaned again.

“Does
that feel good, Bella? Do you want to come?” She asked, toying with me.

“Yes…I
want to come so bad…please Brooke, please make me come…”

I was
begging this woman that I just met to make me come, and I didn’t give one
flying fuck, I needed to come, and I needed to come hard. Her hand was full of
my juices and she brought it back up to her mouth, licking her middle finger
clean.

“Hmmm…you
taste like salty sweetness.” She implied.

She
moved her mouth back to my clit and resumed her sucking torture. This time it felt
more immediate and urgent. She pushed that same middle finger deep inside my
pussy and moved upward right toward my g-spot. I yelped with a mixture of
pleasure and pain. She moved her eyes to look right at my face while she ate
me. It was the most stimulating view. I was closer to the edge of an orgasm
just from her looking at me while she devoured my pussy. My body was tight, my
legs were shaking, and my stomach was quivering. I subconsciously started to
rock my hips with my hands still on my knees, it looked like I was fucking her
face, and it caused her to moan.

“Oh…fuck…oh
my God…I’m gonna come…please, Brooke fuck me harder…yes just like that, right
there…”

Before I
knew it my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I had the most intense orgasm
of my life, my body convulsed for what felt like minutes, my brain was so foggy
that I saw lighting flickering with my eyes closed. She didn’t stop until my
breathing had slowed and I had rode out my orgasm on her mouth and fingers.

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Being away
from home was awful the first few months. Being part of a fraternity helped.
Again, I pledged my dad’s old stomping grounds at Kappa Sigma. The guys quickly
became like brothers to me, however I missed my girls terribly. I kept busy,
with schoolwork and friends, it did little to aid in my misery of missing Julia
and Olivia. Thinking about it, I realize now that Julia and I had never really
been away from each other. This was the longest stretch we had ever been
separated. God, I missed her.

Of
course, I missed Olivia too. It was just a different kind of missing, more like
a longing. At least we had gotten past the unwanted tensions from the past. I
couldn’t handle that. It would have driven me crazy had I been away from her
still bearing the strain.

I spent
Thanksgiving and Christmas with their family and mine. Olivia and I never
discussed that night at the waterhole. We continued to talk on the phone almost
everyday. She and Julia were enjoying their junior year of high school and had become
closer since I left. I could tell they were doing well. I loved the fact that
they had each other. It felt great to be home, it made me miss them even more
when I was back on campus without them.

They
both started looking at colleges to apply to. Julia wanted to go to law school
and Olivia was undecided. They were coming up to see me for the first time on
Valentine’s Day; luckily it landed on a weekend that year.