“I mean, my head has been such a mess since that night. I never thought I could tell you how I felt. But when

Randall... when he was... with me... all I could think of... I mean, who I was thinking of... was-"

“Hi sexy!" A chirpy, accented voice interrupted. I turned my head just in time to see a blonde blur jump at me. A moment later, Maria was kneeling astride me on the bench and doing her best to shove her tongue into the back of my throat.

It felt so good, I couldn't help but respond. And when I came up for air, the spot on the bench next to me was empty. I looked over and saw

Amber hurrying away towards class.

But then Maria gripped my head, physically rotated it back around to her, and then planted a hot kiss on me again. All rational thoughts melted away as the white hot chemistry between us flooded my brain with an overdose of hormones.

Maria was then tugging at my hand and pulling me off the bench.

“Come quickly. I found a good spot.”

Thirty seconds later I was plastered against the wall of a darkened classroom. Rows of desk chairs were off to the left and a pushpin was needling into my back, probably holding up some existentialist poster.

Maria quickly had my fly open and squatted before me, gobbling up my hard cock.

“Maria, there's only a keylock on this door!" A key which we didn't have.

She popped off me just long enough to say, “Then you should hurry up before we get caught!"

Five minutes late and my balls drained, I slipped into Art History class. As quietly as possible, I gave an embarrassed nod to the professor and quickly got to my seat. To my surprise, Amber wasn't there.

Where had she gone? What was she about to tell me before Maria interrupted?

Needless to say, I couldn't concentrate on class. So as soon as we were dismissed, I set off on a brisk walk towards the girls' house. The whole time my mind was racing. Why was I on edge? It couldn't be jealousy, not really.

So what if E-Beth and Amber had a good time? E-Beth and I were broken up and she was off enjoying her wild side. I wished her well.

And Amber? No way could I have feelings for Amber because there was no way she could really have feelings for me. I didn't fit her profile, i.e. rich, cultured, well-dressed. I'd seen the few guys she'd dated over the past couple of years, the few that came close to meeting her standards. And I definitely wasn't one of them.

Friends, classmates sure. But she would be forever out of my league.

What did I know about country clubs and rich snobbery? Maybe if I became a millionaire... MAYBE... But that was just a pipe dream, Like chasing after Cherys. It was hopeless and any pursuit would be a waste of time.

I rang the doorbell, and to my surprise, E-Beth answered the door.

“David!" She Leaped through the doorway and hugged me.

“Hey!" I patted her back and she kissed my cheek before backing up.

Inwardly I felt mild disappointment as her wonderful boobs were removed from my chest. As time had gone on, E-Beth was only getting fitter and sexier. She'd kept her size 4 body while somehow maintaining her double-D's, and she must have been getting makeup advice from Amber as she was really learning how to beautify her face.

"So what's up? Oh, is this about that party on Friday?"

"No, no. I mean, yes, I was curious about that. But I'm here about