Chapter 15

  The drone of quiet conversation was almost soothing.
  The sorority did not throw wild parties but an invitation to
their Formal was a shower of diamonds for the recipient.
Michael's fraternity was an unofficial co-sponsor since nearly
half the brothers dated sisters. The two most powerful Greek
organizations holding court put everyone on their best behavior.
  I did not like gatherings.
  Too many people.
  I could place most of Michael's brothers and all of the
sisters. The sorority gleaned the best of the campus for the
event; all of the ROTC commanders, our class officers, and even a
very young looking boy who was a genius with numbers. The two
likeable Taus were escorting two frosh sisters, which said a lot
about how different they were from the rest of their fraternity.
  The people and the noise blended together leaving me alone with
the memories of the last few days. Multiple Siblings had not been
the experience I thought it would be.
  It started right.
  I woke Wednesday to the sound of Melisa and Doris Alex
whispering and kissing. Foreplay was a breakfast appetizer to
them. I always woke horny, but that did not take away from the
effect of seeing Melisa kissing up Doris Alex's tummy and
suckling cherry-drop nipples. The girls did not mind holding
breakfast off to relieve my morning erection. They turned to look
at me when I put my hand on the small of Melisa's back. She
climbed on top, lined my dick with her body and sat down slowly.
Doris Alex straddled my stomach and kissed Melisa. My First's
hips moved frantically as Doris Alex deepened the kiss.
  "Hello, sweetie," said a sexy voice, pulling me back to the
Formal.
  "I see a dark corner. How about I collect on that kiss you
promised me?"
  "Hrmhrm, excuse me!" Alyssa said breathlessly. "You dared that
kiss out of me. I promised nothing! Plus I see a certain blonde,
so what stopped you last time is likely to do it again."
  "It stopped you, Alyssa," I corrected turning to look at her.
  I leaned forward and dropped a quick kiss on her lips. It
caught both of us by surprise. Her eyes widened and stared at me
for the full sixty second count of a minute.
  "Those two are changing you," she said looking towards Doris
Alex and Melisa.
  I pushed the thought of my first three-way shower to the back
of my head. It was nothing like Melisa's methodical cleaning.
Four hands worked to excite me. I fondled clits and stroked
fingers down the valley of asscheeks to hold the girls at bay. I
did not need those visions while talking to a woman that openly
admitted she wanted me.
  "For the better?" I asked.
  "Getting you in that bedside seat is looking really tempting,
Rachel or no Rachel," she confessed.
  I leaned down for another kiss but she turned her face away at
the last moment. I gave her two for her troubles: one on the
cheek and one at the corner of her mouth.
  "You're getting dangerous," she whispered.
  "I'll keep you safe," I whispered back.
  She laughed.
  "That tingling in my nipples is my cue to run," she announced.
  And she said I was getting dangerous.
  She turned around and swayed back to her escort. Alyssa took
Latin dance classes. She had the hips and control over them to
dance the beats well. I smiled watching her ass, knowing I had a
surprise for her.
  Jason had certain ideas about manhood. He thought there were
certain things every man should know how to do. Dancing, ballroom
specifically, was one of those things. He preferred classics; the
waltz, etc. I thought it was fairly stupid until the first
divorcee melted in my 'strong' arms. She preferred the Latin
steps and was a fond three or four chapters in my sexual history.
I had a feeling I would be writing a chapter or two in Alyssa's
sexual book.
  I drifted back into my thoughts.
   Doris Alex liked to cook. Melisa and her were wearing the
white bathrobes from the night before. I was in a pair of shorts
and a t-shirt. They asked about my military life and I pulled out
the amusing stories every soldier has about their days in Basic.
Things like having a floor vs. floor riot in a stairway barely
wide enough for one person, or the next morning trying to explain
about the rash of clumsiness that had struck the recruits as a
whole. It seemed to me that the instructors heard it all before.
  The girls were playful when we met for lunch later in the day.
I bought at the local overpriced coffee shop. Doris Alex ordered
a vegetarian sandwich and ate it with such gusto I knew I would
not see a burger and fries crossing the table while she cooked.
We sat in a corner and pulled out books. We did not study so much
as made out in quick touches of lips. There were a few gasps when
Doris Alex and Melisa kissed.
  I thought it was weird that the lunch was one of my favorite
moments in the last couple of days.
  There was harsh competition for my absolute favorite.
  The lights were dim in my room. Melisa was between Doris Alex's
legs. They kissed in a sharing of new sensation. I kissed
possessively so the action was eye-opening. Melisa kissed a line
down the center of Doris Alex's body. She might not have done it
in a long time but from the noises Doris Alex made, Melisa ate a
good pussy. Neither girl complained when I grabbed Melisa's hips
and turned them to put her pussy within reach of Doris Alex's
lips. I stared as Doris Alex's tongue touched Melisa's clit. Like
their kiss, the touches to the core of their physical sexuality
were less possessing than mine.
  It was a good Wednesday night, but early Thursday afternoon was
better.
  They kissed around my hard cock. One pair of lips moved up the
left side, while another down the right. Tongues attacked and
mated along my skin. Doris Alex liked me deep in her mouth.
Melisa liked her hands to be involved. They tried each other's
way. Melisa took the first shot of cum down her throat and
growled in faint displeasure. Doris Alex licked the second shot
from Melisa's neck and upper chest. Neither girl was satisfied
with the other's favorite dish. They repeated the oral
performance so they could have cake the way they liked it.
  If I had to choose the best, it would be the obvious male
fantasy on Friday morning.
  The girls were lying on their stomachs with their legs off the
bed. Their asses weaved side to side slowly as they kissed. I had
a difficult time choosing who I wanted to be in first. I picked
Doris Alex finally. She squeezed me tightly as I fucked into her.
I stroked slow and deep. I grabbed her asscheeks and spread them
so I could watch myself moving in and out of her. The Siblings
had started without me so it was not long before Doris Alex
moaned and came around my dick. I glided on the waves of her
pleasure. I pulled out and moved behind Melisa. It took her less
time to peak, especially since I fucked her with short, hard
strokes. She locked around me in reaction to her pleasure and I
froze. I was thinking 'one more in Doris Alex, and I can finish
in Melisa, the perfect fantasy'. I managed to draw out of my
First. My cock felt heavy, almost detached from the rest of me;
its own entity. I grabbed Doris Alex's ass and spread her. I
lifted her ass higher. My dick pointed like her pussy was north.
I moved forward, slicing into her body. She arched her back and
pushed back. I thought I had it; the perfect fantasy but Melisa
had a better one. She got on Doris Alex's back facing me. She
licked my stomach and egged me to fuck Doris Alex as hard as I
could. I pushed the pace knowing there would be no Melisa
afterwards now. Melisa's hands replaced mine on Doris Alex's ass
and she bit my hips. She knew when the moment arrived before I
did. She pushed at my hips separating Doris Alex and I. She was
lucky Doris Alex had already orgasmed or there would have been a
catfight. I growled, wanting back inside the warmth. Melisa
placed me between Doris Alex's buttcheeks and held me down with
her hand. She wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me. I was
too close not to stroke against Doris Alex. I shot cum all over
her back and ass. I was about to grab Melisa's hair to question
why she stopped me from cumming in Doris Alex when she broke our
kiss.  She stared into my eyes and backed away. She leaned down
and licked my seed from Doris Alex's skin. It ended with her
taking my dick in her mouth. She tongued and sucked me until I
was hard again. My second orgasm was the reverse. I rode Melisa
with Doris Alex mounted on her. When I was about to cum, Doris
Alex took me down her throat and swallowed the explosion.
  "Hello, Rachel" I said without looking at her.
  I never had to see Rachel to know where she was in relation to
me. I felt the heat of her nearness, nothing like any of the
Siblings naked but instantly recognizable.
   "I wonder what you think of when you stand quietly in a corner
of the room or in the back of class," she said.
  "A lot of times, I'm not thinking about anything," I admitted.
  She shook her head. Rachel did not understand me; sometimes she
tried though.
  "Two dates?" she asked as she turned to scan the room for
Melisa and Doris Alex.
  It was easy to lose a short blonde in the crowd but eyes
followed Doris Alex, making her easy to place. I nodded and
studied Rachel as she tried to catch sight of the girls.
  She waved as Melisa popped out from a group of sisters to look
over at me. Melisa waved back, smiled smugly at me, and turned
back to talk to the sisters. The sisters watched Rachel and me
during the exchange. I was, at least on the surface, dating two
of theirs at the same time and they had questions they wanted
answered.
  "You and Melisa are going out now?" Rachel stated looking at me
seriously.
  I did not know how Rachel knew Melisa was the more serious of
my public relationships. Maybe Rachel understood more than I gave
her credit for.
  I liked Doris Alex but...
  I shrugged.
  "I'm not really sure you could call it dating," I said looking
at Melisa's back.
  "What would you call it?"
  "I don't know. We haven't talked about it. It just started a
couple of weeks ago, anyway," I told her.
  "It didn't start a couple of weeks ago for her, David. She
talks like you two are a pair. You guys certainly act like it,
except for Doris which I haven't figured out yet," she said
moving her gaze to Doris Alex.
  I waited until she turned to look at me. I stared into her eyes
before speaking.
  "Then I guess we are."
  She smiled at me.
  "How do you like the Formal?" she asked changing the subject.
  "Well, it's not my style," I said smiling as I adjusted the
suit jacket I had been unceremoniously shoved into by Doris Alex.
  She had weakened my resistance to cleaning up with a
god-wonderful sexual romp. Sheryl had moved out on Thursday
morning, which made me less shy to fuck where the mood struck.
The mood hit hours before the Formal and Doris Alex did not
protest when I stripped her for a slow, lazy fuck on the couch.
  I was glad the sisters had toned down the required dress. A
tuxedo would have been intolerable, although the thought of Doris
Alex having to weaken my resistance that much put a smile on my
face. Rachel laughed, remembering my preference for old jeans and
colorful sweatshirts.
  "Other than the suit," she asked, reaching over to pat away
imaginary lint from my forearm.
  I looked around the room.
  "It's not my style."
  She scanned the room again.
  She nodded at me. The room was full of ambitious college kids
who could not wait to get going to wherever they would end up in
life. I was older than everyone in the room. My best friend died
in my arms. I had killed. The disconnect was too broad for
someone I did not have interest in to approach me. They did not
know I was pushing them away, but some might not have survived my
annoyance intact.
  Gerald, if his jumpiness around campus was any sign, had not.
  "How was your semester?" she asked me seriously.
  "One tough exam on Monday. Everything else went smoothly."
  "God, how do you do it?" she asked jokingly while tilting her
head to the side.
  I laughed.
  "I told you Rachel. Scheduling, Scheduling, Scheduling."
  "Oh yeah, and how many times have you taken Dr. Lawren?" she
asked innocently.
  "Not enough," I said sincerely.
  She slapped my arm.
  "Hey, 2 classes, two A's. I should have her twice more before I
graduate. Her class is a wonderfully, comfortable place for me."
  "Yeah, and the rest of us are stuck while you take the same
classes over and over again with professors that think you're the
only person in the room that takes them seriously."
  "Come on, Rachel. I just show them I appreciate what they have
to teach."
  She nodded sarcastically.
  "Plus, you have to admit Dr. Lawren is damn good looking for a
professor."
  "Uh huh! So you get the added bonus of kissing up to a
beautiful woman at the same time you're kissing up to a
professor."
  I yielded the point to her with a nod.
  "I didn't see you complaining about good looking professors
last summer when we were in Philosophy of Science Fiction
together."
  Her pretty face colored, bringing out the slight Asian slant to
her eyes that I found exotic.
  I tried to hold in the laughter. The class was taught by one of
the more attractive philosophy male graduate students; an anomaly
in and of itself. It had about a 3 to 1 female/male ratio,
obscene, especially considering the subject.
  "How did you do anyway?"
  "I got a B+," she told me brightly.
  "Really?"
  "Yeah! I never thanked you, did I?" she leaned towards me
putting her hand on my shoulder.
  "It's okay, Rachel. You made me study."
  "I know but you didn't have to watch the movies or make sure I
did the reading. OR explain a messianic criticism of Terminator,"
  I smiled uncomfortably.
  "Especially with such patience," she laughed at herself.
  "It wasn't that bad."
  She laughed harder.
  "Solaris wasn't so bad with you reading it to me," she said.
  "I'm sure you could have gone to the professor for help."
  "Oh no, he had his eyes on that brunette."
  We broke down laughing.
  "Come on, she probably got the class a few points of curve all
on her own," I said.
  She laughed again.
  There was a lull in our conversation while we looked around the
room again.
  "How did you do this semester?" I asked her.
  "The change of majors hurt," she said honestly.
  We had talked about her changing over to an exercise science
major after a year and half of work towards a classics major.
  "How did you parents take it?"
  "My mom thinks a college professor is barely a feminine enough
job for her little girl. My dad was all too happy to get me into
a real major."
  "Happy enough to foot an extra year?" I asked seriously.
  She nodded slowly.
  "Was it bad?"
  "Taking the basic science requirements after not seeing the
stuff for a year and half sucked."
  "Bio and chem blew, huh."
  "And Calc spewed!" she exclaimed with a hard nod. "I'm okay
though. I mean my GPA is gonna drop but I'll pass everything."
  I nodded.
  "And now?" I asked.
  She looked at me seriously and shrugged.
  "I can finish the basic reqs next semester if I push it. I can
start the real major after that. I took a couple of the 100 level
classes and they saved my grades."
  "Liked it?"
  "A LOT better than ancient Greek or Latin."
  "Hey, you two!"
  I turned to look at Melisa. She had approached while Rachel got
into the conversation of her academic year. Melisa walked up
beside me and laced her arm through mine. She reached up to give
me a quick kiss on the lips. I smiled down at her.
  My stomach lurched and relaxed. The good thing about the past
is that it is always the past. Rachel and I did not have one of
those, no matter how much it felt like we did.
  "You didn't come here alone, did you, Rachel?" Melisa asked
concerned.
  Rachel looked down at the floor for a second before she
admitted she had.
  "Charlie?" Melisa asked.
  Rachel shrugged.
  "I'm sorry, babe," Melisa told her releasing my arm to take
Rachel's hands.
  I leaned back against the table.
  "What happened?" Melisa asked.
  "He did it again," Rachel replied, looking lost.
  I waited.
  Melisa nodded and squeezed Rachel's hands in silent support. I
stared at the space between them. Melisa looked at Rachel,
tilting her head questioningly. Rachel gave a small nod.
  "Charlie is... well, was Rachel's boyfriend," Melisa explained
watching me.
  I nodded slowly. I knew exactly who Charlie was, even if Rachel
never said the word boyfriend around me.
  "He cheated on her a couple of months ago," Melisa continued.
  I looked down to see Rachel's hand whiten as she squeezed
Melisa's hands tightly. I raised an eyebrow at Melisa.
  "There's been rumors that he was at it again," she finished.
  I nodded.
  I was well aware of my place with Rachel and it was not to
express an opinion.
  "I'm sorry, Rache," I said looking at her.
  "My fault, according to David's rules, right?"
  I shrugged.
  "Forgiveness is permission to do it again," Melisa recited like
a third-grader showing off her knowledge of the multiplication
tables.
  Melisa had exquisite timing so the giggle that escaped her
broke the tension perfectly. Pretty soon it infected Rachel, and
myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see other people
beginning to look over at us.
  There was an uncomfortable silence, before Melisa and Rachel
started a conversation about the Formal and who had come with
whom.
  I watched them: comparing, contrasting, and admiring.
  Except for the Asian cast to her eyes, Rachel had stereotypical
California blonde looks. Melisa was an East coast blonde with
finer features, and lighter skinned. Rachel was 4 inches taller
than Melisa and massed more. Rachel started working out her
freshman year. She had an athletic build so it was easy for her
to pack muscle. Early on, she worried about the thickening of her
body. It took a few months to convince her it is not a bad thing
to be built solidly. I saw her running in shorts during the
summer and while she had big thighs for a woman they were not the
least bit unattractive. In contrast, Melisa was doll-like, not
painfully thin but tiny and slim. Rachel gave off an aura of
healthy athleticism, while Melisa stood out like fine china.
Their hair was almost identical shades of blonde, but Melisa's
wavy curls gave it a darker look. Melisa's eyes were a cutting
shade of jade, while Rachel's were drawn to match morning sky.
  They turned to look at me at the same time.
  "So what do you think, David?"
  My eyes widened as Melisa broke my admiring study of them. They
smiled at me. They had caught me concentrating on them in that
fashion before. Melisa told me it was flattering because I never
tried anything.
  "Hmm?"
  Melisa took pity.
  "About Rachel moving in with us."
  I looked at Rachel, and back at Melisa. I figured Melisa would
be moving into the house but I had not asked. I was quiet for a
long moment.
  "Uh," Rachel said uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, David. Melisa
suggested it. It's okay if you don't like the idea. I wanted to
stay in the sorority house but with the renovations..."
  "No," I interrupted reaching to touch her arm. "It's not that.
I mean, I haven't even moved in yet. Honestly, I think Doris Alex
and Michael should have more to say about it than I do."
  "It's a big house, David. Nobody minds another housemate,"
Melisa said.
  She turned to look at Rachel explaining.
  "I knew you were expecting to stay in the chapter house because
of your summer classes. I mentioned the possibility of you moving
in with us to Doris and Michael as soon as David's donation to
the sorority finalized."
  Melisa had discretionary funds to gain control of my
environment since unlike most new Brothers I would not be
isolated for two years. She called the Siblings, even Sheryl,
together to brainstorm how to make my life more stable.
  I was not invited to the meeting.
  A check was cut to the sorority for the complete renovation of
their chapter house. The funds were large enough to finish the
work over the summer but it made it unlivable in the meantime.
How that made my environment more stable was not clear until I
heard one of the sorority officers grill Doris Alex on how much I
had inherited. Everyone was putting the ice queens' interest on
some healthy gold-digging. The sorority sisters believed Doris
Alex and Melisa helped me arrive at the decision to rebuild their
house. They were publicly one hundred and ten percent
un-opinionated about my dating two sisters at the same time.
  The money also gave the Brotherhood yet another tie to the
sorority.  Rachel nodded.
  "Is it okay with you, Melisa? I'm gonna be gone for a few weeks
but I'll be back before the mid-summer session. I'd love to know
I have a place to live before."
  "It's fine," Melisa told her before turning to me. "I said
okay. Doris Alex and Michael said okay, so there's only you,
David. There's like 5 furnished singles and a double upstairs."
  "How's the rent?" Rachel asked quietly.
  Melisa looked at me.
  "This is your thing, Melisa," I told her.
  "Yeah, but it's your house."
  "What?!" I growled. Everyone called it the Brother house, so I
had not considered it mine.     Melisa nodded and took my left
hand in her hand.
  "Baby," she said while she tapped the ring finger.
  "What the fuck does that have to do with it?" I asked.
  "Your grandfathers don't go through any of your siblings when
things affect you directly."
  "This rule didn't seem to exist when you decided to rebuild the
sorority house."
  Rachel was staring at us with obvious curiosity.
  "David, do you remember the part where I asked you to sign the
check?" Melisa asked patiently.
  I stared at her. She inched very close to me and stared back.
  "Doris Alex, Michael and I have opinions but it's YOUR house.
What to do about Rachel is your decision."
  Melisa gave Rachel that smile women give each other to say they
understand more than guys ever could. Rachel smiled it right back
at her. They turned to look at me. I ignored both looks to plunge
ahead into something I needed to know.
  "Should I know anything about the mortgage, etc. Melisa?" I
asked her.
  "There is no mortgage. Your accountant will mail you copies of
the bills, and checks sent out in your name. You decided to move
into the house so most of the stuff is maintenance now," she told
me smiling.
  "My accountant?" I asked.
  "You didn't know about all of this David?" Rachel asked me,
looking between Melisa and myself.
  Like the rest of her sisters, she was very curious about the
change in my circumstance.
  "I was an orphan," I told her looking at Melisa pointedly.
"Some of my family found me. They're using money to make up for
lost time."
  It was a believable story. Rachel raised a questioning eyebrow
at me. I needed to get off the subject before she asked why
Melisa knew more about my financial situation than I did.
  "The house is mine, and the decision is mine," I said.
  "I knew you would want our opinions so I asked everyone. Nobody
minds if you say yes to Rachel," Melisa replied as if I were
dense.
  "I get to decide rent, too?" I said ignoring the last part of
Melisa's statement.
  Melisa sighed.
  "Sheryl, Doris Alex, Michael have been living there for free,
right?" I asked.
  Melisa nodded; Rachel looked confused. I stared around the room
as two parts of struggled.  What I wanted, and what I knew better
than.
  I looked at Rachel then at Melisa.
  "Well, why break a trend. Since it's my house and I don't plan
to make Melisa pay rent," I said turning to look at Rachel.
"Don't worry about rent, Rache. You can move in anytime you
want."
  I knew I was going to regret it but it was one of those things
I had to ride out no matter how many times I got thrown.
  Rachel looked surprised.
  "Hey, if my family is going to be generous about all of this,
why shouldn't I?" I said with a shrug.
  "David, I couldn't."
  "Why not? The house is paid for already. I can't live in every
room so it's just a waste of space right now."
  "Come on, Rachel. We can double up. It's a HUGE double," Melisa
said excited by the idea.
  Rachel continued to argue, but Melisa was in the process of
bowling her over. I had seen it before; Melisa would win in the
end.
  I turned to watch the movement of the crowd. The Sibling
pattern solidified. I knew Melisa was heading towards an ending
to Rachel that made sense in her mind. Looking at the women's
argument wind down, I smiled.
  "Let me think about it, okay," Rachel said.
  "Come on, Rachel. It's no big deal," Melisa cajoled.
  Rachel looked more and more uncomfortable.
  "How about we talk about it later, okay?" Melisa finished
looking at me.
  I shrugged.
  Rachel relaxed.
  I watched them some more.
  "Dance?" Melisa said to me.
  I shrugged again. The music had gotten slower as the formal
winded down. A few people filtered out the doors.
  I took Melisa's hand.
  "I'll see you later, Rache," I said walking Melisa to the small
dance area.
  "Call me," Melisa said over her shoulder.
  "David."
  I turned to look at Rachel.
  She nodded towards Melisa and I.
  "Does this mean I've lost my most faithful admirer?" she said
smiling widely at me.
  I looked at her for a long time.
  "No."
  I watched her eyes widen in surprise. I turned and pulled
Melisa along in my wake. I put my arms around her waist as she
reached to circle my neck. I pulled closer her to my body.
  "What're you planning, Melisa?" I asked.
  Her answer was a smile that she did not share the meaning of.
  Sex has as much personality as dance.
  The threesomes with Doris Alex and Melisa were fantastic but
something was lacking. On the night before the Formal, I realized
the impersonal nature of our three-ways while watching the second
time Doris Alex and Melisa came together. They wanted to give me
a show but became lost in meeting one another. Neither tried to
find the other, instead they searched for who they were together.
The identity of their sex was born in the first kiss I did not
center. I left the room and slept on the couch.
  Melisa nodded the next morning when I told her I did not want
the impersonal again. They smiled when I said I needed more time
alone with each of them, and that they needed time together.
Maybe the personality of our sex as a threesome would only be an
extension of the identity of paired unions: Melisa and I, Doris
Alex and I, plus Melisa and Doris Alex, but we did not even have
that yet. It made our threesomes like cardboard cutouts fucking
compared to what they could be.
  It was the right decision as proven with Doris Alex before the
Formal and Melisa afterwards.
  Doris Alex whispered to me during our worship on the couch. My
hands were on her ass and I moved a finger to touch her anus. She
asked quietly when I was going to take her ass. I did not answer
and she begged. She whispered pleas to bend her over the couch
and make her ass mine. I do not think she knew what she was
saying. As each new orgasm came over her, her words got more
heated. She was not so free with Melisa in the room. I wanted it
to last as long as possible, to fill her with so much pleasure
she burst like I did at the end. I called Doris Alex a campus
goddess the first time I ever saw her, and that afternoon she
fucked me with the sincerity of a little girl saying her bedtime
prayers.
  There was no one at the house when Melisa and I arrived.
  She walked into my bedroom and pulled her hair over her
shoulder so I could pull down the zipper of her dress. It became
a puddle of shadow when she shook her shoulders to be free of it.
I undid the bra latch and watched the cloth float to the ground.
She bent over at the hips to remove her panties and stepped out
of her shoes. I turned her around and kissed her softly. She
climbed onto the bed and watched hungrily as I stripped. She lay
on her back with open arms and legs beckoning me. I crawled
between her legs and my dick found her moistness without
guidance. I did not need guides to find Melisa. It was not like
being able to place Rachel in a crowd with my eyes closed. A part
of Melisa never left my side, I did not need to find my First. If
I extended my hand intending to touch her, she would be there. I
penetrated slowly and watched her eyes welcome my length and
width. I put my lips against her ears and found the word.
  "Mine."
  She embraced me tightly with her pussy and arms.
  "Mine!"
  "Yes, baby," she whispered. "Yours. Only yours."
  I put my lips on her neck and pulled her skin into my mouth. I
wanted to mark her with our words. Her body opened and locked
around me in possession.
  I gave myself into her.