Parking in the short term at the airport was easy but not cheap, so Julia and I sat in a fast food restaurant parking lot not far from the airport and waited for her younger sister to call. Carrie was arriving Thursday night, a day early for a long weekend. We listened to Julia's Chill playlist and played the Anal Game.

"Anal Accord," Julia said and pointed to a passing Honda.

"Anal Escape," I gestured at a Ford creeping up to the light.

"Anal Forerunner," she countered.

"Anal Charger," I said and we cracked up at the red Dodge pulling into the lot. The driver looked at us laughing and frowned before deciding, mistakenly, that our laughter could have nothing to do with him or his car.

It's an old road trip game that involves adding the word Anal in front of the name of cars. We found that the more macho the car, the funnier the combination.

I looked at Julia watching the traffic and stroked her long, light brown hair. I literally, in the exact sense of the word, bumped into her at a bar near the College of Charleston. I apologized and offered to buy her a drink. She accepted, and we talked for most of the evening, realizing that we both had snuck in with fake IDs. She had not long before started her first year at CofC. I was taking classes at CofC part-time and working full-time at Costco.

Julia's makeup-free beauty had my immediate attention. She gave me her phone number that night and we met for coffee later that week.

We talked about her home in Atlanta and the Braves, the traffic. Both of us felt lucky to go to CofC and live in Charleston, even though it was maybe not as far away from home as we would like, or in a bigger city like New York or Chicago.

I walked her back to her apartment, and we talked at the entryway. I debated whether to invite myself in and wondered what I should say if Julia invited me inside. I didn't want to rush her, or me, and I already knew that she was someone to consider seriously and not just as a girl to conquer.

"So," Julia said, holding open the door.

"So," I replied.

Julia didn't invite me in, but she also didn't seem eager to go inside. I decided this was as good as any time to see if she felt like I was a friend or more than. I put my hand on her hip and pulled her close. Julia didn't turn away, and soon we were kissing, not a sloppy, sexy kiss, more than a kiss you would give a friend, though. I eased back, and I knew Julia was testing me.

"Are you a nice guy or a bad boy?" she asked.

"Nice guy, or... bad boy?" The question caught me off guard.

"A nice guy would say good night," she answered. "A bad boy would find a way to come in."

I knew what I wanted. I hoped I knew what Julia wanted. "I'll tell you later," I said, winking.

The next weekend saw us having dinner at an oyster house. I haven't ever noticed if oysters have the magical property popularly given them, I am horny all the time, but eating oysters together certainly felt sexually charged. That and when we played Scrabble after, every word related to sex: orgasm, quiver, wet, rigid...

The kissing that night at Julia's door was more involved. Now there were tongues, exploring, dancing, teasing. It could have easily escalated, but we managed to say good night with our honor preserved.

On the way home, I was lifted by it all, humming a Sinatra tune and not walking but practically dancing- like Fred Astaire. Every face seemed friendly, and every street light gently glowed.

My phone rang the next night. Julia invited me to watch a movie at her place. We picked a comedy and sat on the couch. About halfway through, I absentmindedly started stroking her hair. A minute later, I realized Julia was no longer watching the movie. She was looking at me. I leaned forward and we kissed. Tongues touched, eyes closed, hands explored, words whispered.

I pushed my hand under her bra, feeling her small tits, pulling her large nipples softly. Julia didn't resist; rather, she moved against me more energetically. My hand glided down her stomach, finding the button of her pants. With no discouragement, I undid the button.

Gentlemanly, I sent my hand away from her loosened pants around her back. Julia's hands responded by moving around my front and loosening my pants. Our hands paused exploring and kissing became the focus. We both knew what was next and held just a minute in a place before that, lingering. I savored wanting but not yet having.

I explored past Julia's pant button, inside her panties, finding trimmed hair, exploring more to find her wet and opening for my fingers. I felt her clit, her ridges, her moving against me in rhythm promising ecstasy.

Julia lifted her hips, and I pulled her pants and underwear. She wriggled and they slipped free. I felt her warm and nude against me. She pulled at my shorts, and I was free. She opened her legs, and I nestled between them. We kissed. I probed with my cock and she tilted to meet me.

I felt the end of my cock find the wet split of her. The split parted and the head searched, swelling and hard, and I was inside, pushing in as deep as my length. Our eyes locked, our legs tangled, we kissed. The rhythm redeveloped, slow and loping, building, striding, my cock straining and-

"I'm going to cum," I whispered in her ear. She grabbed my ass and pulls me in, spurting.

Cumming inside her, locked together, was like I had never cum before, like my first time. An explosion that made me lose consciousness. As I became more aware, I knew that I loved her. I felt certain.

We didn't leave the couch that night, woke in the morning with our only regret that the night ended. It has been a few months since, and many adventures.

Julia's phone dinged, bringing me back to the present. "Carrie's here," she said.

We drove over to Arrivals. Carrie stood watching and ran to us excitedly. Julia jumped out and gave Carrie a huge hug. They were almost bouncing up and down on the sidewalk. I grabbed up Carrie's backpack and slung it in the trunk. Julia and Carrie got in the back seat together, and I drove.

The few months since Julia moved here for college were the longest they had ever been apart, so close in age, best friends as well as sisters. I took us to Julia's apartment as they talked.

Julia's apartment was formerly the top floor of a Charleston Single, historic and unique to the area. The house sits skinny side to the street and has a long porch with a balcony above running the long side. We climbed the stairs and went inside.

"This is cool," Carrie said. "You must love living here."

"I do," Julia answered. "It's more than I want to pay, but a roommate makes it cheaper."

"She's gone for the weekend?" Carrie asked.

"Lisa's gone to Florida," said Julia. "You can stay in her room."

They went to look at the room. I warmed the oven. Julia spent the afternoon making lasagna. Carrie loves Italian food. I set the table and put the lasagna in the oven.

Julia and Carrie settled on the couch and were still talking when I announced dinner.

"I thought I smelled something good," said Carrie when she saw the lasagna.

"Julia spent all afternoon on it," I said.

"Well, not ALL afternoon," said Julia.

"She burned the first two," I explained and stage-whispered. "And I would avoid the garlic bread."

Julia shot me a fake angry look, and Carrie laughed. The lasagna was excellent, and Carrie could not have been happier. We sat at the table and talked for a while after dinner.

"Idea," said Julia. "Let's walk and get some dessert."

The walk helped digest the heavy dinner, but the Key Lime Pie made me groan again.

"Don't tell me every meal is going to be like this," said Carrie, rubbing her belly.

"You could end up getting your freshman five before freshman year," said Julia, and they laughed.

We walked home and called it a night.

The morning saw Julia and me in the kitchen, her making coffee and me heating up cinnamon buns. The coffee was soon brewing, and the toaster oven buzzed. I placed the hot pastries on a plate and noticed Julia's T-shirt material revealed the shape of her nipples. Soon, I was stroking and pulling at them. I closed the distance behind her and fit against her back. I rubbed her breasts and nuzzled aside her light brown hair to kiss her neck.

Julia pushed against me and my cock was soon hard between her cheeks. Her hand reached back to free my cock and stroked it. I kissed the side of her face as she gripped me, pulling my cock faster and faster.

"Your going to make me cum," I whispered in her ear.

"In the dish cloth?" she asked, but I wanted something more, and she could tell, "In my mouth?"

I groaned at her words, but had something else in mind. "I'm going to make you a special topping," and pulled the plate of cinnamon buns closer. She jerked my cock and pointed it at the buns. I felt woozy joy flood me and cum leaped out of my cock, onto the spiraled pastries. My cum lay in pools, slowly soaking into the unfrosted parts of the buns, or had landed in strands across the frosting.

I turned to Julia and kissed her lips. Our tongues met, and I ran my hand across her back. She pulled back and smiled, bringing her hand up and licking my remaining cum off her fingers. This was new territory for us, and I looked into her eyes to see if she was as intrigued by the unusual possibilities.

"Should I eat it now?" she asked, putting the question to rest.

"No," I answered. "Take it to class and eat it there."

It's the class I have with Penny," Julia said. "You want me to sit beside her and eat it in front of her?"

I nodded and kissed her hard. Julia pulled back, "I have to get ready." She walked out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. I got the milk out of the fridge and grabbed a travel mug out of the cupboard, mind lost in the glow of joy.

I was topping up the travel mug when I heard a sound behind me. I turned and found Carrie in her pajamas, with her back to me. Beneath her blondish hair, Cookie Monster gazed manically at me from her back with the word cookie screaming out of his mouth. I had forgotten she was even here for a few minutes, but here she was. She was focused on something in front of her, and I was suddenly struck by the eighteen-month age difference between her and Julia. Carrie seemed like just a kid by comparison, very innocent next to what I knew were Julia's more grown-up interests.

Carrie turned, and I gave a nod and a slight smile, "Good morning."

"It is- great morning," she replied with fresh day energy, obviously excited for her first full day in Charleston.

I focused on tightening the lid on the mug, then looked up to say, "What do you want to..."

The words stalled in my mouth when I saw Carrie had half of a cinnamon bun in her right hand. She took a big bite of it before I could even think of how to stop her. I stood frozen as she chewed and took a second bite. Had she somehow cut a half that didn't have cum on it? No, I could see my cum swimming on the top and catching on her upper lip as she took a second bite. Carrie's tongue darted out and licked my cum from her lip.

"What?" she said.

"What?" I repeated in reply, then realized she was waiting for me to complete my sentence. "Ah, what do you want to do today?"

I watched Carrie as she took another bite. Cum dripped off the top of the bun and into her mouth. She's probably never had cum in her mouth before, I thought and didn't say. I wondered if she had kissed any boys or had them try to reach up her shirt.

"Can you show me around?" Carrie said as she finished chewing.

"All day if you want," I replied. "Julia's got classes today until about two, then we can meet her."

"Will she have time to eat before she leaves? Or should I wrap this to go?" Carrie asked, pointing at the other bun.

"I'll wrap it for her," I said, getting a paper bag and carefully placing the bun in, not wanting to smear the special topping. After wrapping the bun, I looked again at Carrie and watched to see if she was going to have some sort of reaction- I didn't know what- to eating my cum.

Julia walked into the kitchen, grabbed her coffee mug, and I handed her the bag. She kissed me and hugged Carrie, then left for class.

Carrie got a glass of water and took a long drink. "Cinnamon buns are so sticky," she said and took another long sip. I thought again of the special topping she just had and had to sit down at the table. For a second, I considered if telling her was the right thing to do before deciding to leave it alone.

"Here, I'm full from the other half," Carrie said, and plopped a plate in front of me. On it sat the other half of the cinnamon bun, my cum glistening on top of it. I stared down at it and thought furiously.

"No, I'm not hungry," I pushed the plate away from me.

"Is there something wrong with it?" Carrie asked, looking at me.

"No."

"Well, it isn't going to be good heated a second time," she said.

I didn't want to draw any more attention to the situation and pulled the plate back in front of me. I picked up the bun and avoided looking at my cum coating. I opened my mouth and took a measly bite from the side, trying to stay away from the cum.

"Can I pour you coffee?" Carrie asked, watching me chew. I shook my head.

"Orange juice?" she asked. I nodded.

Carrie turned to pour my orange juice and I quickly tried to blot the cum off the cinnamon bun with a napkin. I crumpled the napkin before she turned back with my juice. She sat down and placed it beside the plate.

"Is it too sweet?" Carrie said, looking at the bun.

"A little," I said. I got most of the cum off, but some remained. I tried to eat around it but I could with some bites taste the slightly bitter semen. After a few more bites, I stood and put the plate near the sink. "We should get ready to go."

Carrie nodded and got up from her chair. "I need a shower," she said.

I walked toward Julia's bedroom. "There are towels in your bathroom."

"Okay," she answered and walked over to the sink. I watched as she ate the final bite of cinnamon bun and froze, expecting her to suddenly reel in disgust at the taste of my sperm. But no, Carrie licked her fingers and waved at me while walking off to her room.

I showered and put on shorts and a golf shirt, appropriate for October in Charleston. I walked out to the kitchen and sat at the table. Carrie was a couple of minutes longer getting ready. She wore a hoodie and shorts, and had a small backpack instead of a purse.

We walked down to the water. "It's beautiful," Carrie said as she looked out at the waves.

"Have you been down here before?" I asked.

"No, never," she replied. "I haven't been to South Carolina before."

We walked through Waterfront Park, looking out on the Atlantic, until we crossed over and saw Rainbow Row- a set of charming and grand 18th-century houses painted in joyous colors. Carrie took pictures of them.

We walked back over to the park and found a bench. Carrie sent some pictures and texts. I sent a hello text to Julia.

In class, she replied.

How is it?

A bit boring.

We are walking around, I sent.

Penny says hi.

You with her?

Next to me. Getting hungry.

Then Julia video-called me. Carrie was absorbed in her phone, and I answered silently. I could see Julia in the lecture hall, in a theater-style seat. She waved and put her finger to her lips, telling me this was a video-only call. and tilted the phone to show Penny. Penny waved and winked at me, her curly and sandy blonde hair framing her tanned face and brown eyes, and slightly bent nose.

Julia held up the cinnamon bun I sent with her. She gave me a sultry grin and licked the top of the bun, no doubt getting some of my sticky cum on her tongue. She licked her lips and smiled.

My cock immediately tented my shorts. I adjusted away from Carrie, worried she would notice. Carrie was still focused on her phone.

I watched as Julia took more bites of the bun, then held out what I now saw was only half of it. She touched it to the other half of the bun, and swung the phone back to her mouth the word Cheers!. I then saw that Penny was holding the other half of the cinnamon bun.

Penny grinned and took a bite. My cock pulsed against my pants, knowing my cum was in her mouth. She smiled as she chewed. The image shifted back to Julia. Julia licked her sticky fingers.

My mind raced with questions. Did Penny know my cum was all over the bun? How did Julia raise the topic and get Penny to agree to eat it? Or was Julia playing a mean trick? I had never known Julia as mean, or known any reason Julia would want to get at Penny in such a way.

"Is that Julia?" said Carrie, leaning over my arm to see. Julia saw her younger sister and faltered for a second before laughing, lowering the bun out of sight. Julia waved at Carrie. My cock was still swollen in my pants and I didn't have any ideas about how to keep Carrie unaware, except to keep her focused on my phone.

"Is she still in class?" Carrie asked as she continued to lean over my arm.

"Uh, yes," I said, "she's there with her friend Penny. They can't talk."

"Okay," said Carrie. "Why are they laughing?"

"Oh, just being naughty in class," I answered.

"I've seen Penny before," said Carrie. "Julia hangs out with her a lot. She's nice. I love her hair."

I stared out at the Atlantic Ocean, unable to look at Julia on the phone because she can get me hard by just breathing. I curled the phone up, trying to keep my left arm obscuring the raging hard on from Carrie's vision, handing it to her.

Carrie waved more at her older sister, who angled the phone to include Penny. I turned away, looking again at the pale waves, wishing a blast of salt water would somehow leap from the harbor and douse the erection aching in my shorts.

Carrie ended the call and handed me my phone. Improvising, I said, "You hungry? It's lunchtime."

"Hungry- yes," said Carrie. "Where should we eat?"

"Your choice," I said. "You find something on the internet that looks good."

Carrie leapt into the task on her phone, and I meditated the erection away.

"I never had any French food, French cuisine," Carrie said, correcting herself. I kept her busy awhile longer with picking a restaurant, until my cock was less obviously hard.

The lunch was more expensive than I anticipated, even though we ate lighter meals, but I put my strained credit card on the table when we finished.

"No," Carrie said. "My mom and dad gave me money," and she reached for the bill.

"Uh-uh," I said, pulling it away. "Save it for more fun things. This is my treat."

Carrie smiled and grabbed my arm, "You're the best!"

My phone buzzed, and Julia's text said they were done with class, and she and Penny would join us. We went back to the park and waited. When Julia and Penny arrived, Carrie exuberantly described our lunch.

We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the French Quarter, letting Carrie explore. Penny had to go home but we made plans to go over to her building that night.

After dinner, we bought some wine and strolled over to Penny's. She lives in a big apartment complex where many students house. Julia, Penny, and I drank a glass of wine, but Carrie wasn't allowed by her sister.

"It's just wine," said Carrie. "I've had wine before."

"Mom and dad would kill me if it got back to them," replied Julia. "It's a bad idea."

Penny's friend Andy joined us, and soon we were dancing in the living room. Julia made sure everyone's glass was full, but the dancing seemed to burn off the alcohol.

Andy said, "Let's go up to the roof, the view is amazing."

"I've never been up," said Julia. "Are we allowed?"

"Definitely," said Penny. "Let's go."

We scooped up our wine glasses and took the elevator to the seventh-floor roof. It was clearly approved for tenant use: seating, tables, and electrical outlets. We went to the south-facing edge and looked out across downtown. Charleston twinkled up at us like a galaxy landed on earth. Carrie was particularly fascinated. I noticed she had acquired a glass of wine.

"This is so much fun," Carrie smiled at me, "I'm having the best time here!"'

On my other side, Julia pulled my arm, "Look." She pointed to the other side of the roof, "hot tub."

"Hot tub?" Andy said, looking around and spotting it. "Hot tub!" We all ran over to it.

"Does it work?" Andy said to Penny.

"Last time I checked," she replied.

I lifted the cover and, yes, steam floated up towards us.

"Yes," Andy started pulling off his clothes. Penny stripped down to her underwear and bra, sliding in first.

"Ahh," Penny said, "It's wonderful."

Andy and I were next, in our boxers. Julia got down to her bra and panties, but watched Carrie undress before getting in with us. Carrie shed her top and pants, wearing now a sports bra and dark panties. This proved acceptable to Julia, who eased in beside me.

Carrie squeezed in between Penny and Julia, with Andy on the other side of Penny.

Andy said, "Living it up in style... this is amazing."

Julia finished her glass of wine and set in down on the ledge behind us, snuggling into me. I felt calm joy and both emotional and physical attraction to her. Penny leaned against Andy. Andy and I made eye contact- neither one of us was unhappy with the situation.

Carrie drank her wine. Julia's last glass of wine had made her less concerned about Carrie having some. I wasn't worried either, as we were among friends.

I noticed Andy's hands were busy behind Penny's back. He gently removed her bra, and now her big breasts were visible to all. I played it cool. Penny laughed and pulled at Andy's boxers. He didn't put up a fight and soon his cock was floating in the water. He, in turn, pulled down Penny's panties and threw them ten feet across the roof.

"This feels better," said Penny, kissing Andy and then scooting across the tub to sit on my thigh. Penny lowered the straps on Julia's bra and rotated it to undo the clasp, revealing Julia's smaller breasts. Penny's were bigger, but her nipples were smaller compared to Julia's. It was a thrill to see Penny naked, and her sitting on my thigh made me hard. Penny looked at me, and I knew she could see her effect on me.

She turned to Julia, "Shall we?" And Julia laughed. They both reached down and pulled at my boxers. I lifted off the bench a little to make it easier. My hard cock stuck against the fabric. A hand- whose hand?- grabbed my cock and guided it free. Penny triumphantly tossed my shorts out of the tub.

My cock stood rigid, for all to see. And yes, it did feel better without the constriction of the boxer shorts.

"This hardly seems fair," I said to Penny, and we soon freed Julia from her panties.

Penny retreated to her spot beside Andy. Everyone was cat-calling and splashing each other. Well, not everyone.

I turned to look at Carrie. She was smiling and quiet, checking out Penny's boobs.

"Are you okay with this?" I asked Carrie.

"Uh, yeah, I wasn't expecting this," she replied.

Julia suddenly sobered a bit when she remembered her younger sister was with us, "Maybe we should go inside."

"Not because of me, I hope," Carrie said. "I don't want to spoil things."

Andy took the thread, "Well, we have one rule tonight: everybody naked!" He reached past Penny and gently took Carrie's arm, pulling her towards him. Penny laughed and reached for Carrie's sports bra.

"You good?" said Penny to Carrie. Carrie just smiled. Penny pulled Carrie's sports bra over her head, revealing her young breasts. I caught myself staring at Carrie's small tits, smaller than Julia's, and her large nipples- a lot like Julia's nipples.

"We can leave your bottoms on," said Penny to Carrie, who nodded.

My cock stood almost out of the water, hard and wanting to play. I didn't mind Andy and Penny there, but I didn't want to get too frisky in front of Carrie. Penny and Andy were kissing and I could see her hand underwater stroking his cock. Julia had draped her near leg across mine, opening her pussy. I ran my hand on her thigh. Her eyes were closed, and I decided to risk stroking higher up her thigh. She didn't push my hand away. I touched her lips briefly before scooting my hand away, and I heard a gentle moan.

I touched Julia's clit with my finger and she immediately pushed back at my hand. I wanted to fuck her right there, cum inside her yearning pussy, and then hold her all night, but then I saw Carrie watching us. This wasn't right.

I said to Carrie, "It's time to go in and find your and Julia's clothes."

Carrie grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. I quietly whispered in Julia's ear to bring her out of her spell. She didn't respond. I moved forward to look at her better. "Julia," I said louder. She didn't move. Her head lolled against me.

"Julia!" I said urgently. I felt the world fall away.