I noticed Chelsea's mischievous smile the second she opened the door to her apartment. It made me stop short, but when I gave her a puzzled look, she only smiled wider.

"Come on in, Toby!" She stepped aside, gesturing me forward with a theatrical sweep of her arm.

I felt inexplicably nervous as I walked into the living room. Chelsea's boyfriend, Scott, was sitting on the couch. He wore a T-shirt and sweatpants and had a bottle of beer in his hand. Though the greeting he gave me was friendly, I noticed that sly smile on his lips as well. What the hell was going on?

"Have a seat and get comfy," Chelsea said after giving me a brief hug. "I'll get you a drink."

I sank into a chair across from the couch. Scott regarded me with an amused expression while taking a swig of his beer. It was as if he could see right into my mind and read all the filthy thoughts I'd had about him while jerking off. Sometimes, my fantasies included both him and Chelsea, and when I was really horny and desperate to come, I'd insert myself into the dirty mental scenario, too.

I couldn't help but feel inadequate in Scott's presence. At eighteen, I was awkward and downright lanky. Chugging protein shakes had done nothing to help me put on weight. My job as a restaurant busboy kept me on my feet most of the time. That was how I'd met Chelsea. She was a server at the same restaurant, and so popular that patrons often asked for her by name when they arrived. She was twenty-three and had worked there since graduating high school. When I'd first hired on, she sensed my shyness and made it her personal mission to coax me out of my shell. She liked to ruffle my dark curls while we joked around. Though she often acted like a big sister, my thoughts about her were far from brotherly.

Over the past six months, we'd become good friends. Sometimes, I found myself watching her interact with customers, her blonde hair cascading past her shoulders as she tilted her head back and laughed at something witty. She was undeniably gorgeous, with large brown eyes and a figure that prompted married men to sneak glances at her in front of their wives.

She and Scott lived together in an upscale apartment not far from the restaurant. He was twenty-six and made good money at his office job. Unlike me, he had a muscular build. His eyes were almost as dark as his hair, and he wore a neat beard. Though I'd been to their apartment only a few times, on each of those occasions, it was clear to me how much Scott adored Chelsea.

As he and I now made small talk, I sat up straighter. There was no need for me to be nervous, I told myself. It was a rare evening when Chelsea and I were both off, and I felt a rush of pleasure that she'd chosen to invite me over. She strode back into the living room, carrying a soda for me and another beer for Scott. She wore tight jeans, along with a blouse that had a plunging neckline. I tried not to stare at her cleavage.

When Chelsea sat down beside Scott, he immediately rested a hand on her thigh. Then they both looked at me, still smiling. Why did it suddenly seem as if they were hungry cats and I was a helpless canary?

"So, Toby," Chelsea began, her tone light, "I hope you don't mind, but I told Scott a little of what you and I talked about at work last weekend."

My eyes widened in mortification. Now it all made sense, their knowing grins and shared glances. I covered my face with my hands as if to hide. I wished the floor would open up beneath me so I could tumble out of sight. "Chelsea, you didn't!"

"Toby, it's okay!" she rushed to assure me. "I just told him you're bi, and that you, um, haven't had a chance to be intimate with anyone yet."

I groaned while recalling that conversation. We'd been working late on Saturday evening, the dinner crowd having long since dispersed. A couple lingered at one of the tables, sharing a decadent dessert. Sitting side by side, they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

Chelsea noticed me watching them. "I hope they don't start going at it before I bring the check," she whispered.

I couldn't hold back a snicker, but my laughter quickly faded. "I'd like to experience that, just once," I said, more to myself than Chelsea. When she asked me what I meant, I explained that I'd never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. I hadn't even kissed anyone.

"It's just because you're shy." She placed a comforting hand on my back. "Your time will come, Toby."

As I sat before her now, I felt a sense of betrayal. Why would she tell Scott about our conversation? And why the hell would she tell me that she'd told him?

Scott chuckled at my stricken expression. "Hey, man, it's fine. We all gotta start somewhere."

"Exactly!" Chelsea clasped her hands together, her eyes brightening with excitement. "And Scott and I agreed that you should start with us. Tonight."

I inhaled so sharply at her words that I choked on my own spit and began coughing. Holy shit, did I really hear her correctly? I hoped this wasn't some kind of cruel joke. That seemed so unlike the Chelsea I knew.

"I don't understand." Looking at Scott, I said, "I had no idea you're bi."

"Oh, I'm straight," he replied, still giving me that easy smile. "But I'm not rigid about it."

His casual tone made it clear he wasn't at all threatened by what Chelsea wanted to do. And why would he be? I was no competition for him. I also realized Chelsea was suggesting this simply because she felt sorry for me, but in my desperate state, I wasn't above accepting pity.

"You two really want to fool around with me?" I managed to ask.

Scott set down his beer and then leaned forward. His eyes locked with mine. "I'm doing this because Chelsea asked me to, and while I'm okay with it, I just want to be clear: you can have fun with my dick, but I don't want you playing with my ass or trying to kiss me."

That was when it finally began to register that Chelsea and Scott weren't teasing me or pulling a prank. They were fucking serious! I was so anxious that I began sweating. I feared they'd notice me breathing faster. Did I look as terrified as I felt?

But beneath all my nervousness was a force far more powerful: abject horniness. The thought of doing anything sexual with either of them, never mind both, had my dick rock-hard.

Before I could respond to Scott, Chelsea spoke up. "While kissing Scott isn't an option, I want you to know you can kiss me." Her voice dropped to a low purr as she held out her hand. "Come here."

I stood on shaky legs, then made my way toward her. I was still dazed, as the situation unfolding felt completely surreal. Soon, I told myself, I'd wake up in my bed with a raging hard-on, and I'd realize this was all a dream.

Chelsea scooted over on the couch. "Sit between us, Toby."

Once I sat down, my shoulders curved inward. I had the urge to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, but Chelsea was having none of it. Turning toward me, she flashed a big grin.

"Okay, time for your first kiss." She slipped her arms around my neck, and I tried not to tense up. I was afraid Scott would decide he wasn't on board with this, after all.

But he only leaned forward to get a better look at us. Chelsea's mouth was just inches from mine. Gazing into her eyes, I was struck by how intimate this was. I felt vulnerable, like she could see inside me.

She licked her bottom lip, then whispered, "Kiss me."

I pressed my mouth against hers, eager to do as she said. I heard her make a surprised sound before withdrawing from me. "Not so much tongue at first."

"I'm sorry!" My face burned with embarrassment.

"It's fine." She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair. "Would you like to watch me and Scott kiss?"

I quickly nodded. Once I'd leaned back against the couch, Scott and Chelsea moved toward each other in front of me. I noticed the heat in Scott's gaze as he cupped a hand against the back of Chelsea's head and guided her mouth to his.

Their kiss started out soft, almost gentle. Then it deepened, and I saw their tongues meet between their parted lips. The sight had my dick straining against my jeans. When Chelsea broke the kiss and turned back to me, the arousal in her eyes was unmistakable.

"Let's try again."

I did my best to kiss her just as Scott had, starting out slow. When my tongue touched hers, she rewarded me with a pleasured moan.

"Mmm, that's really nice," she murmured. "You have such sexy lips, Toby!" I ducked my head, trying to hide my pleased grin. She slid a hand along my inner thigh. "Do you feel comfortable with all this? Do you want to keep going?"

I snapped my head up to meet her stare. "Yes! I mean, I absolutely want to do more."

Her fingers moved even higher, grazing my crotch. "You want to try a blowjob next?"

I gasped at her touch, and at her words. My dick was so hard, it was almost painful. I'd never been so excited in my life! Turning to Scott, I studied his expression. Of course, he didn't have any of the desire for me that I felt for him, but at least he didn't look like he was repulsed by Chelsea's suggestion. My voice shook a little when I told him, "I'd love to suck your cock."

He lifted an eyebrow and smiled. "This couch might be a little too small for what we have planned. Why don't we head to the bedroom?"

Chelsea took my hand and led me down the hall. Scott was right behind me, and I was hyperaware of his nearness. I'm about to have his dick in my mouth, I kept repeating to myself, but I wasn't any closer to believing it.

In the lamplight of their room, I saw they had a queen-sized bed. I also spotted several of Chelsea's feminine touches: the candles, and a silky robe draped over the back of a chair. Both the bedspread and curtains were sage green, her favorite color.

I didn't have time to notice much else, because Scott quickly pulled his shirt over his head. I openly stared at his chest and flat stomach. His body hair was thick, just like the hair on his head. Mine would look almost nonexistent in comparison. Chelsea immediately slid her palm over his chest, as if she couldn't help herself.

They shared another deep kiss before Scott lowered his sweats with a flourish. He didn't have on underwear, and when I got my first glimpse of his cock, I actually cried out, "Oh, come on!"

That smirk returned to his lips, while Chelsea feigned innocence. "What is it?" she asked, all wide-eyed.

"His dick has got to be eight inches long!"

"Eight and a quarter," Scott corrected me in a mild voice.

"I have absolutely no experience, and I'm supposed to suck that huge cock?!"

Chelsea giggled at my reaction. "We're not expecting you to deepthroat it, Toby. How about you and I start out doing it together?"

My stare was riveted to Scott's dick. I could see it getting harder. Despite its intimidating size, I realized I was dying to feel it between my lips. "That sounds good," I finally replied, breathing fast. My hand strayed to my crotch, and I adjusted myself through my jeans, trying to get a little more comfortable.

"Want to get undressed first?" Chelsea's eyes were bright, and her cheeks were flushed. I could tell she was excited, too. Yet she always took the time to ask me what I wanted. I loved her for that.

I was nervous, taking off my shirt and revealing my thin frame. Scott and I couldn't have been more different. He sat on the edge of the bed while I stripped completely naked; my movements hurried.

Chelsea continued watching me, and when my cock sprang into view, she gave me a sexy smile. "Oh, that is nice, Toby!" 

I figured she was trying to ease my insecurity, since my dick was just shy of six inches. But when I stepped closer to her, she circled her fingers around my shaft. I watched as she began stroking me, her touch gentle but insistent.

Ah, fuck!" I whimpered. "Chelsea, I'm so hard already!"

"It's okay," she soothed. Though she seemed reluctant to release me, she finally took off her shirt, revealing a lacy red bra beneath. Just as I'd stared at Scott's cock, I now stared at her breasts. Chelsea caught sight of my rapt expression and winked playfully. As soon as she removed her bra and let me see her gorgeous tits, my dick pulsed fiercely. Already, I knew I was not going to last.

When Chelsea lowered her jeans and panties, she made sure to position her curvy ass right in front of Scott's face. He immediately cupped those cheeks to squeeze them. I gazed at Chelsea's shapely legs, and the neatly trimmed triangle of hair between her thighs. I was glad she and Scott were fine with pubic hair, because I hadn't trimmed my own in a while. I couldn't help but wonder if Chelsea would let me eat her pussy. God, I hoped so!

"Don't be shy." Chelsea beckoned to me, and when I closed the distance between us, she thrust out her breasts. "Want to feel them?"

"Please!" Right now, my entire vocabulary seemed to consist of that one word.

I was gentle handling those firm globes, for I had no idea how sensitive they were. Not as sensitive as balls, of course, but she might not like having them squeezed. I teased her pale pink nipples with my thumbs.

"That feels really good!" she told me in a guttural voice.

"Can I kiss them? Please?"

Chelsea laughed softly. "Go right ahead, baby."

At first, I simply buried my face between her tits so I could breathe in her scent. It was familiar to me by now, but I still craved it. When I lowered my head to circle my lips around her right nipple, my cock brushed against her skin, leaving a smear of precum behind.

Chelsea wove her fingers through my hair, holding me fast. "Fuck, that's getting me really wet!"

As I sucked and licked her nipples, I dared to slide a hand between her thighs. The hair covering her outer labia was already damp with her juice. She moaned as I explored her inner folds.

Scott had been patiently waiting up to this point, but he now cleared his throat, and I hurried to lift my head. The last thing I wanted to do was piss off Chelsea's boyfriend. Looking in his direction, I saw him stroking his dick. He was fully hard now, and my throat muscles involuntarily constricted at the sight.

Chelsea again took my hand, guiding me toward Scott. After we knelt before him, she flashed a sly grin. "Let's get him nice and wet."

I didn't hesitate to join her in licking Scott's shaft from base to tip. He let out a faint groan as my tongue met Chelsea's. She giggled, still playful, while we kissed with Scott's dick between our lips. When I grew brave enough to take the head of his cock in my mouth, I teased his slit with my tongue and was rewarded with a drop of precum.

Finally, Chelsea sat back. "I think you can take it from here, Toby. Just remember to go slow, okay?"

I looked up at Scott, still unsure. His lips were parted, and I could tell he was breathing faster by the rise and fall of his chest. When his eyes locked with mine, he nodded. I wrapped my lips around his cock, immediately aware of just how thick he was. I'd taken little more than his tip, and my mouth already felt full.

Sliding my tongue against his frenulum, I kept up my gentle sucking. Fuck, I loved the smell and taste of him! I let out a satisfied moan while lapping up his precum. He hardened even more in my mouth, and my own dick jumped in response. I couldn't stop myself from gazing up at him. I wanted to see his reaction to me sucking him off. The pleasure was evident on his face; his eyes had grown heavy-lidded, and his jaw had slackened.

"That's good," he told me in a husky voice. "You want more?"

I pulled off long enough to say, "Absolutely!"

Scott grinned at my enthusiasm. Chelsea moved to sit next to him, her smile encouraging as he placed a hand on my head. The way he guided me back to his dick made my balls tighten. I was so desperate to please him, and knowing he wanted me to keep sucking him off had me close.

I immediately yielded to Scott's touch when he pressed my head farther downward. My eyes widened as I took him even deeper. His tip soon entered my throat, triggering my gag reflex. He allowed me to pull back until I was ready to try again.

I stopped at the same point the second time, but his hand remained firm on my head. "A little lower," he coaxed.

His cock filled my throat this time, blocking my airway. My muscles tightened around him as I tried not to choke. Tears stung my eyes, but I didn't struggle. Because he was so big, I didn't have much more than half his dick in my mouth, yet that seemed to satisfy him.

"Ah, fuck yes!"

The lust in Scott's voice strengthened my resolve. I began bobbing my head up and down, accepting more of his cock into my throat. I loved the subtle way he dominated me, with his fingers gripping my hair. When he finally released me, I pulled off to take a breath. My throat ached in protest, but I wore a huge grin. I'd actually swallowed his dick! Well, a good part of it.

Scott grinned, too. "All that worrying, and it turns out you're a natural."

Looking over at Chelsea, I found her playing with her nipples. She was rough, pinching and tugging them. "Watching you suck Scott's dick got me dripping wet," she revealed. Her hand dropped between her open thighs, and she spread her pussy lips for me to see.

I immediately moved toward her, desperate for a taste, but Scott was faster. His fingers sought out her clit, and she moaned at his touch. When their eyes met, she appeared so needy and submissive; I'd never seen her look that way before.

"What a bad girl you are," Scott whispered.

"I'm so bad!" Her hips began rocking. "I need your cock inside my pussy!"

Scott gave her a hard kiss. "Soon, angel," he promised.

When he took his hand from between her thighs, his fingers were slick. He brought them to my lips, and I eagerly licked his skin. That first taste of Chelsea had me weeping precum. I hurried to gather it up, using it for lube while jerking my cock. Scott worked his fingers into my mouth. While I sucked them, our eyes locked. Oh yes, he was definitely enjoying this!

Even after Scott withdrew his fingers, I could taste Chelsea on my tongue. As the two of them shared another kiss, he went back to playing with her pussy. I dared to nuzzle and suck his hairy balls while stroking his dick. By the time he and Chelsea broke their kiss, I had him breathing hard. I would have happily resumed sucking him off, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"You liked tasting Chelsea's pussy on my fingers, didn't you?" he demanded.

"I loved it!" My gaze drifted to Chelsea. "Please, let me eat you out. I'm dying to!"

Though her thighs parted even more in invitation, Scott didn't release me. "How about you eat her pussy while I'm fucking her? Don't you want to see my dick inside her tight, wet cunt?"

"So much!"

And that was how Chelsea and I ended up in a sixty-nine position on the bed. It took some maneuvering, but I soon had her right where I wanted her, with her juicy pussy just above my face. Her clit was fairly large and already swollen from Scott's fingers. I said a silent prayer of thanks that I had no trouble locating it despite my ignorance.

I felt her firm tits against my skin as she lay on top of me. Her warm breath wafted over my dick. When she took me in her mouth, my groan was embarrassingly loud. Yet she moaned in response, and I felt that reverberation all around my cock. My balls again tightened as I grew dangerously close to shooting my load. I tried to distract myself by hooking my arms around her thighs and extending my tongue so I could lick her clit.

She pulled off my dick long enough to cry out, "Fuck, Toby! Yes, oh God!"

I wanted her juice all over my face, but from this angle, I had to content myself with the taste of her on my tongue. Already, I was craning my neck to reach her pussy. Chelsea's tongue was getting its own workout, swirling all around my cockhead. I was desperate to come, and it took every ounce of my strength to hold back.

It was then that Scott placed a knee on either side of my head. I stopped licking Chelsea's pussy so I could lie back and watch him position his tip at her entrance.

"Please!" Chelsea begged while her hand pumped away at my dick.

My eyes widened at the sight of Scott sliding into her. He went slowly, giving me plenty of time to enjoy it. Chelsea's flesh gripped his cock, and a shudder went through me as I imagined how tight she felt around him.

"You like that?" Scott asked me. I could hear the grin in his voice.

"Yes! Let me see you fuck her, Scott!"

They both moaned at that. Scott took hold of Chelsea's hips and began thrusting deep. When he pulled almost all the way out, his cock was coated with her juice.

"Oh, my God!" My arousal was so strong that I was now panting and sweating. While Chelsea returned to sucking me off, Scott fucked her at a slower pace. His gentle thrusts made it easier for Chelsea to remain in the optimal position for me to lick her clit.

Then she took every inch of my dick in her mouth. The feeling of her lips circled around its base made me tremble violently beneath her. "Chelsea, I'm gonna come!"

She pulled back a little but didn't stop. Her mouth, along with the sight, sound, and smell of the fucking taking place right in front of me, became too much to withstand. I roared from the force of my orgasm, my body straining against Chelsea's.

She kept her lips wrapped around my dick while swallowing my cum. When she finally lifted her head, I could hear her panting. I continued shaking as I struggled to control my own breathing. Part of me wished I'd been able to hold back for a while longer, because Chelsea's mouth felt so fucking good! But another part of me was relieved I no longer had to fend off my orgasm. Now, I could focus completely on the couple who'd invited me into their bed.

It was as if Scott could hear my thoughts. "Do you want to taste her pussy on my dick?" he asked.

Again, I pleaded, then opened my mouth wide.

Scott pulled out of Chelsea and then slid between my lips. "That's it, show me how much you love it!" he growled while feeding me his cock.

I eagerly licked and sucked, delighting in his groans. When he began fucking Chelsea again, his hips moved at such a fervent pace that it was all I could do to lick her pussy. Her loud, continual cries let me and Scott know she derived plenty of pleasure from our efforts.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard!" she demanded through clenched teeth.

I noticed Scott's balls draw up as their fucking grew wild. He mercilessly pounded her pussy, somehow managing to last. When he spoke again, his voice was strained. "I'm close, Toby. You want me to come inside her, don't you?"

My dick hardened at his words. "God, yes!"

"And you want to taste my cum after it's been inside her." He stated this as a fact, not a question.

A tremor of need rippled through me, and I could only reply, "Please!"

By now, Chelsea was screaming from low in her throat. I felt her thighs shaking beneath my palms. When the climax seized her, it drew her body taut again and again, and I knew Scott could feel each contraction.

He grunted while driving himself deep inside her. Then he gasped and withdrew almost entirely. I saw him tense just before he released a loud groan. He was quick to pull out, and as Chelsea still moaned and trembled, he positioned her so that her cunt was directly above my open mouth.

"Ah, here it comes!" Scott said through his heavy breaths. His cum seeped out of Chelsea's stretched hole and fell upon my waiting tongue. There was so much of it! Soon, it was pooling in my throat. I finally closed my mouth and swallowed hard. The salty taste lingered on my tongue long after I'd gotten it down.

Chelsea started to ease off of me, and Scott rushed to help her up. Though she'd let me come in her mouth, he didn't shy away from kissing her. I stayed quiet and motionless, not wanting to interrupt them. My mind reeled from what the three of us had just done. I could still smell and taste sex. If I closed my eyes, I could see it clearly. 

When Scott lowered his lips to Chelsea's neck, she gave me an affectionate grin. I readily returned it. Tonight, I'd sucked cock, eaten pussy, and swallowed cum. And it was all because Chelsea had been eager for me to experience those things.

Her gaze drifted over my body to settle on my cock, which remained insistently hard. "You're ready for more!"

"I got really excited watching Scott fuck you."

They shared a meaningful look. I had no idea what unspoken conversation took place between them, but it ended with Scott giving Chelsea a slight nod of assent. Her stare met mine again, and I recognized the growing arousal in her eyes.

"Do you want to fuck me, Toby?" Her voice was quiet; at that moment, she seemed almost shy. "I totally understand if you don't want to go that far, and you'd rather wait."

Propping myself up, I gave her an incredulous look. How could she have any doubt that I wanted to fuck her? "Chelsea, I would absolutely love for you to be my first. But I won't be able to satisfy you like Scott did."

She rested a hand on my thigh. "Sweetie, you two have satisfied me plenty! This is all about you, okay? No pressure."

I quickly nodded, still amazed at how damn lucky I was. Looking over at Scott, I grinned and said, "Feel free to give me pointers."

He grinned back. "Will do."

While Scott rested on his knees at my side, Chelsea straddled my thighs and took hold of my dick, which was standing at attention. I lifted my head to watch as she began sinking down upon it.

Her mouth had felt amazing, but the sensation of her warm, wet pussy surrounding my cock made me moan in sheer ecstasy. I glanced at Scott and found that his stare was fixed on Chelsea, taking me inch by inch. His expression was difficult to read, but I noticed he was growing hard again.

That was the last time my focus strayed from Chelsea, because she then began riding me with a sensual rhythm. Her eyes closed as she reveled in our fucking. I couldn't believe it was my dick bringing her such pleasure.

"You feel incredible!" I told her.

Chelsea smiled down at me, rocking her hips a little faster. "So do you, Toby."

I lay beneath her, breathing heavily as I broke into a fresh sweat. The sight of her tits swaying made me buck my hips. Thank God she was setting the pace, I told myself. If I'd been the one on top, I doubted I would have been able to resist fucking her hard and fast. I probably would have come within seconds.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Scott languidly stroking his cock. "Play with her nipples," he instructed me. "Rub her clit. You want to give her as much pleasure as possible."

I immediately lifted my hands to cup Chelsea's breasts. When I rolled her nipples between my fingertips, she let out a throaty moan. Growing braver, I reached between her thighs, seeking out her clit. The moment I began rubbing it with the pad of my thumb, she moved her hips at a more fervent pace.

I knew I should ask her to slow down so I could last, but, my God, she had me aching to come! "I'm close now," I warned.

Chelsea's eyes locked with mine. Her stare was so intense that it made my breath catch in my throat.

"Come inside my pussy!" she wailed.

A helpless cry escaped my lips. Chelsea leaned forward a little, her hands on my chest. As she began bouncing up and down on my dick, my thumb grew, almost punishing against her clit. Gritting my teeth, I tried to hold out. I sensed Chelsea was right on edge, too.

By some miracle, she got there first. The moment her pussy contracted around my cock, I erupted inside her with a shout. She writhed beneath my touch, crying out as her orgasm went on, and I groaned at the feel of her gripping me tight.

"Oh, fuck!" My hips gave an involuntary thrust, causing her to shudder. When I called out her name, my voice was filled with desperation. The intensity of my climax was almost unbearable, and yet I never wanted it to end.

Finally, Chelsea slumped against me, and I was quick to embrace her. I waited until my breathing slowed, then planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Thank you so much," I whispered.

"You were wonderful, Toby," she whispered back.

I knew Chelsea would never be mine, but I loved that she allowed me to hold her. When she eventually stirred in my arms, I let her go, and she returned to Scott. I noticed how sleepy and relaxed she looked while nestling against him.

My stare met his over Chelsea's head. "Thank you, Scott," I said quietly.

He flashed a smile. "You're a lot of fun, Toby. And a very fast learner."

I blushed at his compliment, unable to hide my grin. When I sat up, Chelsea drew me into a hug. Her lips were soft and gentle on mine as we shared one last kiss.

That night changed my life in many ways. While I remained a little awkward, I was no longer nearly as shy. I eventually headed off to college, making new friends and falling in love more than once. Chelsea and Scott married soon afterward. I attended their wedding, eager to share in the happiness of two people whom I'd grown to care for deeply.

Whenever I came home during a break from school, they always invited me over for an evening. And they always had something new to teach me.