Chapter 5: Sex for Breakfast SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON, FIVE YEARS EARLIER... I’m twenty-one years old. I miss the old Comic-Con, from when I was a kid. Artist panels, big personalities, culture and community coming together in celebration. These days, it’s just a public circle-jerk for the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or low-hanging fruit for short-form content creators that need you to “Smash that Like button!” Kill me now. The...

Chapter 4: Best First DatePRESENT DAY When Annie and I finally stepped back out into the living room, the other couples were nowhere to be seen. I say “seen” because there was plenty going on that we could hear. A rising choir of grunts, moans, and mattress springs reverberated through the walls of the two bedrooms on either side of us. The sounds of sex, now in stereo. We stifled a giggle after a particularly loud “Fuck...

Chapter 3: Look, But Don’t TouchIt was my turn to disappear into the kitchen for drinks. Margaritas were the order of the hour, and I took my job seriously. “What happened to you?” It was Lisa’s voice, coming from behind me. I spun to face her, once again drinking in the sight of those incredible long legs and top-heavy torso. A few drinks in, and her skimpy macrame bikini was starting to slip a bit, getting dangerously c...

Chapter 2: Silver Lining It was pouring rain when our plane touched down in the tropics. Some freak change in weather had unexpectedly manifested a biblical downpour, just in time for our long-awaited “Summer Friend-cation.” The fifteen-foot sprint from our Lyft to the front porch of the vacation rental left us soaked to the bone. So much for a sunny week in paradise. The door opened, and Annie and I both brightened as ou...

Chapter 1: Freudian Auto-Correct It wasn’t my fault, I swear! It was my damn, over-eager iPhone. It could have happened to anybody. I love my Annie! I would never even consider suggesting that we all... That the six of us... Okay, maybe I would consider it. I’m not gonna pretend like I hadn’t been eagerly anticipating the chance to spend a whole week watching Lisa and Mina prance around the beach in their swimsuits, those...

EPILOGUE: Every day is Christmas******** SHANE ******** Luckily, my boss's insurance covered the tree that fell through the cabin wall. A part of me was worried that he'd somehow blame me for the damage, but the opposite turned out to be true: "Can you imagine how much worse the damage would have been if no one was home?!" he asked. "There would have been a month’s-worth of snow and frost filling the place before we even...

The Season of Sharing ******** RIA ******** Shane and Tracy moaned through the paper-thin walls of the cabin, their urgent thrusts building to a fever pitch in the other room: "I'm so close!" Tracy wailed. "Me too!" my husband roared. "Sheesh, listen to those two go at it!" Connor laughed. I reached down and grasped the iron bar of his cock, grinning inwardly at our reversal of fortune since last night, when Shane had bee...

 RIA ******** “What do you think they’re talking about in there?” I asked. Shane didn’t even hear me. He was sitting on the bed, staring off into space. Still naked from his recent shower with Tracy. I paced around the bedroom like an anxious kitten, unconsciously nibbling away at my manicure. Five minutes earlier, we’d all been groaning like wild animals, licking and sucking and kissing and coming one after the other in...

******** SHANE ******** “You like what you see, Tracy?” Ria teased, giving my exposed cock an extra little squeeze for emphasis. Caught, Tracy blushed and glanced awkwardly over at Connor, but he just smiled. “Hey, go ahead and look. I know I’m enjoying the view of Ria over there.” He draped a reassuring arm around Tracy, the gesture sliding her robe down off her shoulders, exposing the tops of her glistening breasts. She...

******** RIA ******** When I was a teenager, I spent practically every other night sleeping over at my friend Lois’s house. We’d stay up as late as we could, usually just gossiping about boys and rocking out to terrible pop songs. But sometimes? Sometimes we listened to her brother have sex. Nate was five and a half years older than us, and for as long as I could remember he’d been the de facto babysitter for Lois and I w...

********SHANE********I could swear I heard kissing coming from the other bedroom—but it must have been my imagination, right? I rolled over and tried to sleep, willing my stubborn erection to go away so I could get some rest. Maybe if I just rubbed one out, real quick—Nah, didn’t want to waste any energy that could be better directed at Ria.Then I heard the moaning. Soft and sensual, both women’s voices in a chorus of qui...

******** SHANE ******** “Say my name,” she cooed, teasingly lowering her fingers to spread apart the slick, wet lips of her cunt. No man could resist an invitation like that. With my painfully erect cock leading the way, I crawled across the bed, mounted her naked body, and slid myself effortlessly inside. Her exquisitely hot gash gripped me like a vice. My hands fell to her full, shuddering breasts, and I held on for dea...

RIA I was having a hard time concentrating on the festivities. Right about now, Tracy was no doubt shaking her great big boobs at my future husband. Or maybe straddling his lap and grinding the life out of him to some trashy song. I could only imagine how far they would take things. She was supposed to call me when it was over, to gossip, but I hadn’t heard so much as a peep—which meant that Shane was probably getting an...

******** SHANE ******** After that Christmas Eve, everything changed for the four of us. Connor, Tracy, Ria and I became inseparable; “The Double Date That Didn’t End,” we liked to joke. Each of us still had our own friends and our own lives outside of one another, of course, but in that never-ending double date, we found something that we’d all been missing out on for a long time—a family. Connor became like a brother to...

******** SHANE ******** Most of my coworkers spent the day grumbling about the fact that they all had to come into the office on Christmas Eve. Everyone was so distracted by thoughts of hearty family dinners, mysterious pretty boxes, and little pine trees wrapped up with blinking lights, that hardly any work got done all day. But working on Christmas had never really bothered me. My parents had passed away a few years ear...