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2 FICs: Sweet Revenge and Chock Full o'Smut chap 1

Hey everyone! I've been having such a great time reading everyone else's stories, I thought I'd repay the favor by sending you all some of mine. I post on TWoP as punkdiva, and have some stories up on ff.net as daisyfresh.

I've never written any fanfic before. I blame it all on The O.C. And all of you, because I wouldn't have even tried to do this myself if you all hadn't made it look so fun!

These are both extra-smutty with smut on top. Consider yourselves warned.
So I present to you my first two fics ever:

Disclaimer: The pretty boys aren't mine but it would be awwwesome if they were and I'm not getting paid and please don't sue me because I really like my house.

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The pool house was comfortably quiet. The only trickle of light was the moon's reflection off the surface of the pool. Ryan and Seth were intertwined on the bed, Ryan with his head on Seth's chest. He felt Seth's chest rise and fall with slow, deep, breaths. He gently stroked Seth's tummy fuzz and felt filled with gratitude and love. He had never thought he could feel this. So loved, so cared for, so needed.

Seth's legs twitched and Ryan heard him moan quietly. Ryan smiled at the idea that Seth was having a sex dream. Seth was insatiable - they had been coming together like this for weeks now, and Ryan was still amazed at Seth's enthusiasm. Just as Ryan reached out to stroke Seth's growing cock, He heard the dream turn from pleasure to pain. Seth was crying out in pain, or fear, or both. Ryan sat up and stroked Seth's face, trying to wake him from the bad dream. Seth slapped his hand away, yelling and pushing him away. Ryan wrapped both his arms tightly around Seth, pinning his arms to his sides, and put his lips to Seth's ear, consoling him, trying to wake him.

"Seth, it's me, Ryan. It's okay, it was just a bad dream. You're safe. It's okay."

The tension began to leave Seth's body, as he opened his eyes and looked around and realized that Ryan was holding him. Then he started to shake, and tears trickled from his big brown eyes.

"Are you okay, Seth?"

"I'm fine. It was just a nightmare."

But Ryan could tell that Seth was not okay. "What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything."

Seth sighed and squeezed his eyes tightly. Ryan felt the tears escape and roll down Seth's face. He took Seth's chin gently in his hand and looked deep into his eyes. "What is it? What are you so upset about?"

Seth felt torn apart. He wanted to talk to Ryan, but didn't want to admit he lied. The first time they made love, Ryan had said how happy he was that they were each other's first lover, and Seth had agreed. How could he tell Ryan now that had been untrue? But he had to talk to somebody. He couldn't keep this inside any longer. The truth might hurt, but holding it in was much worse.

Seth decided it was worth the risk. "Well, first of all, I have to come clean about something I haven't told you."

Ryan was silent, and Seth cringed inside and continued. "Remember how I said that you were my first? Yeah. Well that's not entirely true."

Ryan stayed silent, hurt, but not wanting to interrupt.

"I've actually been sleeping with someone pretty regularly for the past year. It's so different than this, though. Not the same feeling at all. He's mean to me. He hurts me. He makes me feel terrible. But I kept seeing him because I had no one else."

To be honest, Ryan had sort of suspected this, but had hoped fervently that it wasn't true. He listened sadly to Seth's words, a knot growing in his chest.

"It started one time after gym. Everyone else had left for their next class, until it was just the two of us. He threw me against the lockers and basically mauled me, ripping my clothes, pulling down my pants. And the whole time he's calling me a queer, and a fag, and he flipped me around, slamming my face against the lockers. Then I heard his zipper go down..."

Seth trailed off, and they both knew he didn't need to finish, and Ryan held him even tighter, comforting him while pain and anger slowly filled them both. After a few minutes, Seth was able to continue.

"I never thought it would happen again. I hoped it was just a bad dream or something, you know? But then he called me at home a few days later and asked me to meet him at the beach. And his voice was different, and he was being really nice to me, so I went. It was dumb, I know, but I knew I had to see him face-to-face. I wanted to try to make some sense of what had happened. When I got there, he apologized for what he did. He told me it wouldn't happen again. At least, not like that. And then he was rubbing my back, and it felt so nice, and then we did it right there in the sand. And it was different Not violent, but not tender either. Just sort of empty. After that night, he kept calling, and I kept going. As time went by, he started to get cruel again. Biting me, hitting me, pulling my hair, calling me names. I should have stopped seeing him, but by then I felt like this was the best I was going to get, and that I might as well get used to it."

Ryan let a tear escape and cursed Luke in his head. It wasn't bad enough to attack Seth, but to convince him he deserved it? This explained why Luke was out to get him from the minute he came to Orange County. Luke didn't want anything to come between him and his little fuckbuddy. He was afraid that Ryan might actually make Seth happy, and that's exactly what had happened.

"We haven't fucked since you got here, and I don't ever want to again. He made me feel so bad about myself..." and Seth was sobbing, soaking Ryan's chest. Ryan stroked Seth's back and did his best to calm him, but he knew Seth had to let it out. He knew too well.

"I was just so lonely, you know? I had started to think I wasn't worth anything better." He paused, letting the truth sink in to himself fully for the first time. The realization was painful, but it made Seth see that he didn't feel that way so much anymore.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. If you want to be pissed at me, go ahead."

Ryan's eyes were sad and he pulled Seth closer. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're with me now, and you're safe, and I'll never let anything like that happen to you again."

Seth held on to him tight, relieved. But he couldn't miss the anger in Ryan's voice. He started to worry what Ryan might do.

"Please tell me you won't do anything to him. It isn't worth it. I don't want to start any more trouble over this."

Ryan knew it would be impossible to see Luke without breaking his fucking face. Something had to be done. But he wanted to respect Seth's wishes. He thought about it for a minute.

"What if we got him back?" Ryan asked.

"Oh god, no, I don't want you to do to him what he did to me. I don't even want to think about it." But the idea of revenge was beginning to fill Seth's mind.

******

Ryan really just wanted to beat the fuck out of Luke, but Seth wasn't having it. Seth wanted to do something more cruel, more crafty. More humiliating. He and Ryan came up with a plan. Well, Ryan came up with most of it, and Seth added some sadistic touches.

When the day came, though, he didn't know if he could really do it, if he could play his part in this little drama. He had been hurt enough already, and the thought of going near Luke again made him feel all sick inside.

But he wanted and needed some closure. He wanted to see Luke hurt. Wanted him to know how it felt to be powerless.

Luke had called sporadically since Ryan had arrived, but Seth had been dodging his calls. But today was different. Luke called, Seth answered, and he agreed to meet Luke at the beach that night.

Seth rolled his way down the street in the dark. Thankfully his skateboard knew the way. His heart was pounding with fear. He saw Luke's hulking truck near the rocks, and Seth nearly bailed. But he needed to go through with this.

Luke was leaning against the back of his pickup. He grabbed Seth as soon as he got close, and roughly kissed him. Seth thought he might puke. Luke's hands moved roughly up and down Seth's body, and Seth was repulsed. How had he ever enjoyed this? How had he ever made himself enjoy it? But he had to make the plan work. He kissed Luke back, and pulled Luke's shirt off. He went through the motions, trying to keep Luke from suspecting anything.

Luke's body responded, and he smiled wickedly. "I missed you, you little fag."

Seth forced a smile, pretending to be into it, and the effort was excruciating. Luke pushed him down on his knees in front of him and grabbed his hair. This was his only chance.

Seth took a set of handcuffs out of his jacket pocket, and Luke's eyes glittered with anticipation.

"Great idea, you little fuck. Gimme those."

But Seth snatched them away. "No. Um, you first."

Luke scowled, but agreed, too dumb to suspect that Seth might be up to something. "Fine, but you had better make it worth it."

Seth slid down Luke's boxers, and looked up at his muscular body. Luke was a good-looking guy, but he was also a dick, and he had to pay.

Luke sat on the sand in front of the truck, and allowed Seth to pull his arms over his head and cuff him to the grill of the truck. Once Seth knew the cuffs were secured, he took a deep breath. The hardest part was over.

Ryan rode up on his bike, and Luke got pissed.

"Oh so that's what this is. Fine, go ahead and get your hits in. Beat the crap out of me. But then you better run and hide, 'cause I'll come after you like a Mack fucking truck."

Seth and Ryan looked at each other and smiled.

"No, that's not what's going to happen," Ryan said.

Ryan reached over and gently caressed Seth's arm. Then he pulled him close, and kissed him, gently at first, and then passionately.

He looked at Luke. "See these lips?" he said, pointing to Seth's mouth. These beautiful lips will never touch you again." He kissed Seth again, a little harder, trying to give him courage.

He pulled off Seth's shirt. He could see how nervous Seth was, and he stroked his back to calm him "See this body? You'll never lay a hand on it again." He rubbed Seth's chest and stomach and shoulders, kissing his neck.

Luke was enraged, trying to free himself from the cuffs, but couldn't get free. "I'm not going to sit here and watch this!"

Seth's eyes met Luke's for the first time. "But you have to. You have a lesson to learn." He relaxed a little under Ryan's gentle touch.

Seth felt weak, from the flush of excitement and pure abject fear. Ryan calmed him with a glance, and gently laid him on the sand.

Ryan pulled off Seth's pants and boxers, and began to stroke his thighs. Seth had never felt more naked. Ryan turned Seth over onto his stomach, and Seth started to shiver.

Ryan looked at Luke again. "See this beautiful ass? This ass doesn't belong to you. It never did."

With that Ryan gently laid kisses all over Seth's soft cheeks. Seth was growing more and more excited, and the excitement was definitely winning out over the fear. Definitely. Ryan spread Seth's cheeks, and softly tongued his puckered pink hole, licking him with long strokes and slipping his tongue inside. Seth was moving beneath him now, completely on board. Ryan turned him over again.

"See this gorgeous cock?"

And with that Ryan swallowed Seth's eager erection, not needing to continue. He took it all the way down his throat, sucking like a vacuum. Seth's body was bucking beneath him as he licked his way up and down the shaft. He put both hands around the base and sucked on the bright red tip until Seth's eyes rolled back in his head. Then he swallowed it all again, Seth straining upwards, thrusting into Ryan's mouth. They moved like this for what felt like forever.

Ryan reached for Seth's balls, stroking and squeezing. He reached around to Seth's ass, and gently slipped a finger inside. This sent Seth completely over the edge. He spasmed over and over, filling Ryan's mouth with his hot white cum, which Ryan gladly swallowed. Ryan kissed his way up Seth's body as Seth struggled to catch his breath. Ryan laid down beside him, and their eyes met, full of love and affection. Ryan planted one gentle kiss after another on Seth's face as Seth's breathing returned to normal. They smiled at each other, and Seth reached his hand to touch Ryan's mouth. They kissed gently, reveling in the heady mixture of salty air and sweat.

After a few minutes, Ryan propped himself on his elbow, and looked at Luke, who had remained silent throughout. He saw Luke's raging hard-on and laughed.

"So did you learn anything? Do you see what it is to treat someone with tenderness? Or are you jealous that he's not your little piece of ass anymore?"

No response but silence and a glare.

Ryan and Seth rose, dusting off the sand. Seth put his t-shirt and pants back on, and grabbed Ryan around the waist from behind, giving him a big warm squeeze.

Ryan hugged him back, and turned to see Seth smiling. The fear in his eyes was gone.

Ryan said, "So I guess we should let him go. It looks like he's got a little something there he needs to take care of. And I do mean little. Give me the key."

Seth batted his eyes and played innocent. "What key?"

Ryan looked at him and smiled.

Luke was steely. He had figured this was coming. Fuck.

Seth walked over to him and spit in his face. "This is how it's done in the O.C. now, bitch!"


Disclaimer: The pretty boys aren't mine but it would be awwwesome if they were and I'm not getting paid and please don't sue me because I really like my house.

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What if the car had been fixed sooner?

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All four of them were exhausted from the drive. And the accident. And the car repairs that took forever. They arrived in Tijuana at in the middle of the night, too tired to go out. They checked into their hotel, the girls in one room, the boys in another. Marissa had suggested that the four of them could all share one big room, but Summer was totally not having it. The boys had seemed oddly relieved when Summer insisted on a separate room, but neither Marissa nor Summer really took notice.

The four of them shared a few rounds of beer on the deck, Marissa and Ryan chatting, making only slightly uncomfortable small talk, Seth pacing around, being silly, trying to ease the tension, Summer acting bored with the whole thing. She decided it was time to call it a night.

"Laters you guys, I'm gonna turn in. Have to get my beauty rest for the bikini contest tomorrow."

Seth paused and looked sideways at Ryan, not sure whether to stay or go. He trusted Ryan and understood their arrangement, but was not beyond feeling a twinge of jealousy at leaving him alone with Marissa.

He called after Summer. "Summer! I'll walk up with you. You know, if that's okay..."

"Whatever."

They walked into the hotel, Summer in front, Seth tagging behind.

When they reached their respective rooms, Seth invited Summer over to hang out.

"Sorry, kid. I have some things to do. Oher things."

"What type of important things do you have to do at one in the morning in Mexico?"

"Stuff! Things! None of which involve you."

"What does it take with you? I'm just trying to be nice. But I guess that word's not in your vocabulary."

"You're being more than nice. It creeps me out how you're always around me. Do you know how it feels to have someone put you on a pedestal? It's fucking weird."

"Oh, so if I played it cool like those jerks from home and acted like I could care less about you, then that would melt your icy little heart? Or at least make you act nice to me?"

"Whatever."

And with that they went into their separate rooms.

Seth couldn't figure her out. Ryan either, for that matter. It was all just kind of confusing. Who did he really want anyway? He knew it was possible to like both guys and girls, but one of each at the same time?

Not that he could have a real relationship with either of them. He and Ryan understood each other. Sometimes you're sixteen, and you're craving some affection, some attention, some companionship, and let's face it, some hot nasty sex. He and Ryan could be all of that for each other. But now that Ryan was officially part of the family, clearly it could never go anywhere. He loved looking at Ryan's strong arms, slim hips, clear blue eyes. He liked how it felt when they were together, whether playing videogames or sexing each other senseless. It could be tremendously complicated, or not. They chose not to let it be. When something is both within your reach and also so completely beyond your grasp, you just make sense of it the best you can.

And then there was Summer. Maybe his third-grade fantasy had just turned out to be an unpleasant bitch. Maybe Seth had been fooling himself all this time, choosing to only see her good qualities. Which, right now, consisted of a tight hot body and very little else. She was just too selfish and mean. Just the opposite of Seth. Maybe it was time to accept that and move on.

His private reverie was interrupted by Ryan's key in the door. Hot sexy Ryan. Mmmmm Ryan. Those eyes. Those lips. Those arms.

"Done hanging out with Marissa already? It looked like she was really feeling you. Well, not FEELING you, feeling you, but, you know..."

"Nah. She's still all confused about Luke. She doesn't know what she wants."

"Well, I know what I want."

And with that, Seth pushed Ryan down on the bed.

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" Ryan asked with a sly smile.

"You know we only have a weekend, dude. One weekend with no sneaking around, no worries about the folks finding us. I don't know about you, but that makes me totally hot."

Ryan smiled in agreement, grabbing Seth's t-shirt and pulling him close. They kissed hungrily, tongues moving back and forth, in and out, moving in time with their bodies as Seth stretched out on top of Ryan. Their bodies fit together so perfectly it as like they were built to do this.

Ryan felt Seth's cock swelling and hardening against his hip. They were good together, he thought. Complicated, and yet uncomplicated, just giving each other what they needed.

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Marissa came into the room to find Summer sitting crosslegged on the bed, drinking a Corona, reading Glamour.

"Did you and Chino have a nice little chat?"

"Summer, stop calling him that!" Marissa made a face at her. "It's weird between us. It's so hard to know what to say."

"I'm sorry, Coop. Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really. There's nothing new to say."

"Then do you want to take a sex quiz?" She held up the magazine.

"Sure. Whatever."

Summer put the magazine down and looked at her friend. "Do you and Luke have a good sex life?"

"Excuse me?"

"You and Luke. Is he meeting your needs sexually?"

"Summer, you know we only did it once."

"Oh. Right. Well, were you satisfied?"

"Well, no. But I didn't expect to be the first time."

Summer rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Why should you assume you wouldn't get off your first time? Luke got off, didn't he?"

This conversation was making Marissa way uncomfortable. Why should Summer care? "Big deal. I'm sure I'll get my chance."

"Your chance? Are you waiting for him to make it happen? Because you shouldn't. Because he won't."

"Well, maybe I did, you know, come. I don't know. It kind of felt nice after a while."

"You're not sure? Coop, are you telling me you've never had an orgasm?"

Marissa blushed head to toe. How much had Summer been drinking?

"Um, no. Like I said, that was our first time."

Summer could tell she wasn't getting through, and was amazed by Marissa's sexual naivete. That's what happens when a girl has such a shrew bitch for a mother. Julie probably hadn't even talked to her about sex and what pleasures she could have.

"You don't need a man to have an orgasm. You can do it yourself, you know."

Marissa blushed darker.

"Coop, you have no idea how sad this makes me. Come sit here by me."

Marissa sat down next to Summer tentatively. This was getting too weird.

The moment was broken by the sound of loud moaning coming from another room.

Both girls burst out laughing.

"Sounds like someone isn't having any trouble getting off," Summer said, and then it registered with her who was next door.

Marissa's eyes widened. "Is that coming from Seth and Ryan's room?"

"Um, I don't think so. I think it's coming from upstairs."

"Oh. Okay then." Marissa was glad to have been distracted from their previous conversation. She stood up to go, but Summer grabbed her arm.

"Coop, wait. Come here." And Summer kissed her. It was soft and sweet and wet. It was so much more delicate than kissing Luke. Summer's face was soft as silk, not scratchy like Luke. And Summer's body was softer, too. Smaller, and softer, and nice...

"What are you doing Summer?

"Remember how we used to practice kissing with each other? It'll be just like that. I just want to help you, Coop. That's all. Do you hear those voices? Doesn't it sound like they're enjoying themselves?" Summer hoped Marissa wouldn't notice that there was no female moaning. Just men. Hot, sweaty, pretty men. Summer was getting so wet.

Marissa was starting to feel a little warm. "So what. You're gonna teach me how to come? Is that what this is?"

"Not teach you. Just make sure you know what it feels like so that you don't settle for less than you deseve. From Luke or from anybody."

Marissa was getting hot listening to the grunts and groans from the other room. She was starting to give in. She climbed on the bed next to Summer, who scooted over to make room. Summer kissed Marissa again, loving the feel of her tongue. Summer had thought about this before. Imagined it. Fantasized about it. Masturbated to it. And now it was really happening.

She used her hand to close Marissa's eyes, hoping it would make her a little less self-conscious. She kissed Marissa's neck and reached to stroke Marissa's breasts. She heard a small gasp of pleasure, and that was all the encouragement she needed. She lifted Marissa's top and sucked gently first on one hard pink nipple, and then the other. She lingered her lips there as she stroked Marissa's stomach and hips and down further and further. Marissa's legs slid apart almost involuntarily.

Summer ran her hands over Marissa's inner thigh, just gently grazing across her soft pink lips and down the other thigh. She went back and forth like this a few times, not teasing, just preparing.

Marissa was moaning and gasping for air. When Summer's hand got near her tender pussy she arched her hips to meet it. Marissa didn't know what was happening to her, what all this pleasure was. She didn't understand the source of the pleasure, how Summer was able to make her feel this way.

Summer gently slid a finger into Marissa's damp sex. Marissa bucked on her hand. Summer cautiously slid in another finger, and slowly moved them in and out.

Marissa knew this was basically the same thing that Luke had done, in a way, so why did this feel so much better?

Summer was stroking deeper, stronger, stroking in time with the banging of the headboard next door. Marissa was moving with her, adding her moans to the chorus of pleasure.

Summer inched her face down to Marissa's pretty pink lips, and gently blew a puff of air onto the moist flesh. Marissa shivered, not just from the cool air, but also from the realization that Summer's face was actually in her crotch.

Summer was done being tentative. She licked Marissa with a broad strong tongue, and sucked her clit into her mouth. Marissa screamed with pleasure.

Summer stiffened her tongue, licking the pink pearl around in circles, then up and down in time with her still-thrusting fingers. Marissa grabbed for Summer's hair, moaning and out of control. Summer expertly flicked her tongue on Marissa's clit, keeping the rhythm. She felt the orgasm building.

Marissa grabbed the sheets and thrashed her arms and head as her body heaved with pleasure. She felt everything in the room fade away except her pussy and Summer's tongue, just those two things moving against each other, throbbing with delight. Her body stiffened as wave after wave of pleasure came over her.

When the haze lifted, Summer was sitting next to her, wiping her chin and smiling.

"So, what did you think? Is that how you felt that night with Luke?"

Marissa laughed. "Yeah, right, I wish!"

"Don't settle for wishing, Coop. Make it happen."

Marissa turned thoughtful and reached for her journal. Then she looked up at Summer and winced.

"Um, I guess I should be returning the favor or something?"

"No sweets, you go ahead and write. I'll take care of myself. Just don't wait up for me."

With that she gave a mischievous grin, hugged Marissa, and walked out of the room in her nightgown.

Marissa's head was spinning too much to ask questions.

******

Summer was so damn wet. She could feel the juices running down her leg. Her clit was throbbing, aching to be touched. Damn straight girls.

She padded up to the door next to hers and knocked. The moaning stopped instantly. She knocked again.

"Come on, you guys, it's Summer. It's cool. Let me in."

She heard whispers, and then Ryan opened the door a crack, just poking his head out. Summer could see that his face was flushed and that he was trying not to breathe heavy. She pushed past him and walked into the room. Seth was laying on the bed with the sheets pulled all the way over him in a futile effort to hide. Summer smiled and sat next to him.

"Well, Cohen. It takes a lot to surprise me. I have to say I'm impressed by your taste in men." She looked at Ryan who was still standing in the doorway. "And he's so fucking hot standing there with that little towel around him."

Seth peeked out from under the covers.

"What are you doing in here? What do you mean, my taste in men? We were just watching TV. I have no idea what you're talking about. No idea."

"Then why are you breathing so hard? Why are you hiding? Why are you both naked? Marissa and I don't watch TV naked together." She smiled at that and sniffed her fingers, smelling Marissa's sweet juices. They did other things naked, but definitely not TV.

Ryan still stood in the doorway, impassive, not sure what to make of this. He didn't trust Summer. He couldn't tell what she was up to.

"Okay, so if you think you caught us doing something, why aren't you all 'Ew!'"

"Because two boys together are so fucking hot! I wanted to come watch. Is that a problem?" She smiled coyly, first at Seth, then at Ryan.

She positioned herself on the easy chair facing the bed. She slid her fingers down to massage her throbbing clit.

"Just pretend I'm not here. I can take care of myself. Just go back to what you were doing before I came in." She continued to stroke her clit, spreading her legs a little wider.

Seth just gaped, unable to speak for the first time probably ever.

Ryan smiled to himself, knowing where this was headed. He went to the bed and crawled under the sheet with Seth.

Summer yelled, "No sheet! I can't see anything with that sheet over you."

Seth glared at her.

Summer smirked. "Sorry! Not another peep out of me."

Seth put his head back under the sheet and looked imploringly at Ryan.

Ryan pointed at himself and made a small gesture to the door with a question in his eyes.

Seth shook his head. It was nice of Ryan to offer to go, but Seth wasn't fooling himself. Summer wanted a floor show, not Seth. Man, not like either of those things made any sense.

Ryan turned Seth onto his stomach facing Summer, and pulled the sheet to the floor. He lightly ran his fingers down Seth's back to rest on his smooth ass.

Seth watched Summer stroking herself as though he was mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. His mind still couldn't comprehend what was happening. When Ryan started kneading his ass cheeks with his strong warm hands, he shuddered with pleasure.

Ryan laughed to himself. Summer wasn't just getting a floorshow. She was giving one, too. He lowered himself on top of Seth, grinding his cock against Seth's ass. He was watching Summer, too.

She pulled her finger up to her mouth and licked it. They were watching her watching them. Kinky.

Seth pushed up from the bed to better grind his ass against Ryan. Seth was still hard. Had always been hard. Would always be hard the rest of his life remembering this night. He heard the lid of the lube bottle flip open, and he shivered in anticipation.

Ryan drizzled the lube over Seth's asshole like he was dressing a salad. He smeared it around, allowing just he tip of his finger to poke in and out of the opening. Seth was already moaning. Ryan grinned. Seth was a noisy little guy. Ryan smeared some of the lube on the tip of his cock and stroked himself until fully erect. He pulled Seth's ass up a bit and Seth curved his spine until his ass was completely in the air.

Summer moaned and reached to stroke a nipple. She was trying not to make bad porn faces, but the action was too good.

Ryan kneeled behind Seth, and inserted the tip of his cock into Seth's hungry ass. He teased him with it, sliding in a little, out a little, in a little more, deeper, then out. He knew he was driving Seth mad.

Seth tentatively reached an arm out towards Summer, but she was too far away for him to touch her. They locked eyes for a moment, and Summer felt conflicted. She didn't know what the deal was with Ryan and Seth, and didn't want to join in if they had an exclusive-type thing. She looked up at Ryan who was blissfully thrusting in and out of Seth. She kept rubbing her pussy, wanting to touch them both. She knew she might never have an opportunity like this again.

She slid down from the chair onto the carpeted floor, out of sight of both of the boys. After a moment they both peeked over the edge of the bed, peering down to see where she had gone. She smiled sensually at them both, and Ryan climbed off of Seth. He stretched out on the floor near Summer, close, but not touching her. Instead he was touching himself, propped up on one elbow, slowly stroking his long shaft and smiling.

It took a moment for Seth to figure out what to do. He got down from the bed and crawled towards them both. He stopped to kiss Ryan - one soft thank you kiss followed by several longer stronger passionate kisses. He crawled towards Summer who looked at him eagerly. She pulled him on top of her and licked his face. His eyes were wide, and he tasted like sweat and cum and fear. She let out a low throaty laugh.

She whispered, "It's okay, Cohen. It won't hurt a bit, I promise."

His erection was poking her thigh, and she helped guide it inside of her. His hot throbbing dick felt so good. She started squeezing her muscles around it.

Seth's brain finally caught up with what was happening. He stroked in and out of Summer. Summer. OhmygodSummer. And she was enjoying it! She was writhing beneath him, matching his thrusts. He knew he would come too fast and it would all end too quickly. He had to make it last. Had to. He started thinking about video games. No! Not video games! Sometimes those could be exciting. He moved in and out of Summer and thought about algebra.

Ryan was enjoying his view, watching Seth have his way with the one he always wanted. It was like a kid seeing fireworks for the first time. Appreciative and awed and yet somewhat alarmed.

He knelt next to Seth and ruffled his dark curly hair. Seth turned to kiss him, their faces stuck together, their tongues intertwining. Ryan licked two fingers and slipped them into Seth's ass.

Needlepoint. Lemonade. The Gettysburg address.

Summer reached up to kiss Seth's neck. She sucked and licked and kissed and sucked some more. She drew her legs up one at a time onto Seth's shoulders. She felt him go deeper and deeper.

Bowling. Coconut cream pie. The fishing channel.

Ryan manuevered Seth's ass into position and thrust his hot cock inside. Seth froze for a moment, and Ryan picked up the rhythm. Summer felt the weight of both guys on top of her and thought she would either be crushed to death or die of pleasure. Ryan heard her gasp, and lifted some of his weight from her. This caused Seth to follow him back. Seth thrusted forward into Summer, then back onto Ryan, and they found the rhythm together, Ryan fucking Seth fucking Summer.

Uncomfortable shoes. Dry toast. Throw pillows.

Summer reached her hand over to stroke Ryan's face. He smiled at her, and she blew him a kiss and smiled back. She stuck a finger out, and he sucked and licked it good and wet.

Summer slipped her finger to her clit, and rubbed it in time with the thrusting. Just a few strokes later, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. Her cunt started to contract again and again and she was moaning, screaming, coming, over and over, her finger stroking her clit with abandon.

Seth watched her face consumed with pleasure as she came, and felt her cunt squeezing him so tight and it was just too much. His eyes went back in his head and he was over the edge, filling Summer, filled by Ryan, shuddering with more pleasure then he thought possible. He was splitting apart and coming together, the room spinning all around him.

Ryan heard Seth's groans and felt Seth's ass clamp down hard on his cock. One, two, three more thrusts and he felt himself shoot over and over, and he was following them, Summer and Seth, into oblivion and back.

They stayed like that for a while, none of them wanting it to be over. There was satisfied panting and the smell of sex.

Ryan finally stood, hoisting himself off of Seth, who then rolled off of Summer. When Seth's cock slid out of her, she felt empty for a moment. She lay there with her eyes closed, not wanting to feel awkward.

Ryan tiredly wiped himself off, and threw the towel to Seth so he could do the same.

Seth crawled back onto the bed and stretched out blissfully. Every nerve ending in his body still pulsed with electricity.

Ryan went to Summer, and helped her up off the floor. She straightened her nightgown, blowing air kisses to both Ryan and Seth as she walked towards the door. Ryan stopped her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He laid her next to Seth, and she put her head on Seth's shoulder and her arm across his chest. Ryan went to the other side of the bed and climbed on, curling next to Seth with his arm across next to Summer's.

Seth lifted his head to kiss Summer a soft, warm, satisfied kiss, and turned to give Ryan the same. He laughed to himself that he thought he could never have either and now he had them both. He was turning into quite a porn star, if he did say so himself.

Ryan leaned across Seth and gave Summer a sleepy kiss full of possibilities. Maybe he had misjudged her. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

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Hey everyone! I've been having such a great time reading everyone else's stories, I thought I'd repay the favor by sending you all some of mine. I post on TWoP as punkdiva, and have some stories up on ff.net as daisyfresh.

I've never written any fanfic before. I blame it all on The O.C. And all of you, because I wouldn't have even tried to do this myself if you all hadn't made it look so fun!

These are both extra-smutty with smut on top. Consider yourselves warned.
So I present to you my first two fics ever:
<lj-cut text=Sweet Revenge>
Disclaimer: The pretty boys aren't mine but it would be awwwesome if they were and I'm not getting paid and please don't sue me because I really like my house.

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The pool house was comfortably quiet. The only trickle of light was the moon's reflection off the surface of the pool. Ryan and Seth were intertwined on the bed, Ryan with his head on Seth's chest. He felt Seth's chest rise and fall with slow, deep, breaths. He gently stroked Seth's tummy fuzz and felt filled with gratitude and love. He had never thought he could feel this. So loved, so cared for, so needed.

Seth's legs twitched and Ryan heard him moan quietly. Ryan smiled at the idea that Seth was having a sex dream. Seth was insatiable - they had been coming together like this for weeks now, and Ryan was still amazed at Seth's enthusiasm. Just as Ryan reached out to stroke Seth's growing cock, He heard the dream turn from pleasure to pain. Seth was crying out in pain, or fear, or both. Ryan sat up and stroked Seth's face, trying to wake him from the bad dream. Seth slapped his hand away, yelling and pushing him away. Ryan wrapped both his arms tightly around Seth, pinning his arms to his sides, and put his lips to Seth's ear, consoling him, trying to wake him.

"Seth, it's me, Ryan. It's okay, it was just a bad dream. You're safe. It's okay."

The tension began to leave Seth's body, as he opened his eyes and looked around and realized that Ryan was holding him. Then he started to shake, and tears trickled from his big brown eyes.

"Are you okay, Seth?"

"I'm fine. It was just a nightmare."

But Ryan could tell that Seth was not okay. "What is it, baby? You know you can tell me anything."

Seth sighed and squeezed his eyes tightly. Ryan felt the tears escape and roll down Seth's face. He took Seth's chin gently in his hand and looked deep into his eyes. "What is it? What are you so upset about?"

Seth felt torn apart. He wanted to talk to Ryan, but didn't want to admit he lied. The first time they made love, Ryan had said how happy he was that they were each other's first lover, and Seth had agreed. How could he tell Ryan now that had been untrue? But he had to talk to somebody. He couldn't keep this inside any longer. The truth might hurt, but holding it in was much worse.

Seth decided it was worth the risk. "Well, first of all, I have to come clean about something I haven't told you."

Ryan was silent, and Seth cringed inside and continued. "Remember how I said that you were my first? Yeah. Well that's not entirely true."

Ryan stayed silent, hurt, but not wanting to interrupt.

"I've actually been sleeping with someone pretty regularly for the past year. It's so different than this, though. Not the same feeling at all. He's mean to me. He hurts me. He makes me feel terrible. But I kept seeing him because I had no one else."

To be honest, Ryan had sort of suspected this, but had hoped fervently that it wasn't true. He listened sadly to Seth's words, a knot growing in his chest.

"It started one time after gym. Everyone else had left for their next class, until it was just the two of us. He threw me against the lockers and basically mauled me, ripping my clothes, pulling down my pants. And the whole time he's calling me a queer, and a fag, and he flipped me around, slamming my face against the lockers. Then I heard his zipper go down..."

Seth trailed off, and they both knew he didn't need to finish, and Ryan held him even tighter, comforting him while pain and anger slowly filled them both. After a few minutes, Seth was able to continue.

"I never thought it would happen again. I hoped it was just a bad dream or something, you know? But then he called me at home a few days later and asked me to meet him at the beach. And his voice was different, and he was being really nice to me, so I went. It was dumb, I know, but I knew I had to see him face-to-face. I wanted to try to make some sense of what had happened. When I got there, he apologized for what he did. He told me it wouldn't happen again. At least, not like that. And then he was rubbing my back, and it felt so nice, and then we did it right there in the sand. And it was different Not violent, but not tender either. Just sort of empty. After that night, he kept calling, and I kept going. As time went by, he started to get cruel again. Biting me, hitting me, pulling my hair, calling me names. I should have stopped seeing him, but by then I felt like this was the best I was going to get, and that I might as well get used to it."

Ryan let a tear escape and cursed Luke in his head. It wasn't bad enough to attack Seth, but to convince him he deserved it? This explained why Luke was out to get him from the minute he came to Orange County. Luke didn't want anything to come between him and his little fuckbuddy. He was afraid that Ryan might actually make Seth happy, and that's exactly what had happened.

"We haven't fucked since you got here, and I don't ever want to again. He made me feel so bad about myself..." and Seth was sobbing, soaking Ryan's chest. Ryan stroked Seth's back and did his best to calm him, but he knew Seth had to let it out. He knew too well.

"I was just so lonely, you know? I had started to think I wasn't worth anything better." He paused, letting the truth sink in to himself fully for the first time. The realization was painful, but it made Seth see that he didn't feel that way so much anymore.

"I'm sorry I lied to you. If you want to be pissed at me, go ahead."

Ryan's eyes were sad and he pulled Seth closer. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you're with me now, and you're safe, and I'll never let anything like that happen to you again."

Seth held on to him tight, relieved. But he couldn't miss the anger in Ryan's voice. He started to worry what Ryan might do.

"Please tell me you won't do anything to him. It isn't worth it. I don't want to start any more trouble over this."

Ryan knew it would be impossible to see Luke without breaking his fucking face. Something had to be done. But he wanted to respect Seth's wishes. He thought about it for a minute.

"What if we got him back?" Ryan asked.

"Oh god, no, I don't want you to do to him what he did to me. I don't even want to think about it." But the idea of revenge was beginning to fill Seth's mind.

******

Ryan really just wanted to beat the fuck out of Luke, but Seth wasn't having it. Seth wanted to do something more cruel, more crafty. More humiliating. He and Ryan came up with a plan. Well, Ryan came up with most of it, and Seth added some sadistic touches.

When the day came, though, he didn't know if he could really do it, if he could play his part in this little drama. He had been hurt enough already, and the thought of going near Luke again made him feel all sick inside.

But he wanted and needed some closure. He wanted to see Luke hurt. Wanted him to know how it felt to be powerless.

Luke had called sporadically since Ryan had arrived, but Seth had been dodging his calls. But today was different. Luke called, Seth answered, and he agreed to meet Luke at the beach that night.

Seth rolled his way down the street in the dark. Thankfully his skateboard knew the way. His heart was pounding with fear. He saw Luke's hulking truck near the rocks, and Seth nearly bailed. But he needed to go through with this.

Luke was leaning against the back of his pickup. He grabbed Seth as soon as he got close, and roughly kissed him. Seth thought he might puke. Luke's hands moved roughly up and down Seth's body, and Seth was repulsed. How had he ever enjoyed this? How had he ever made himself enjoy it? But he had to make the plan work. He kissed Luke back, and pulled Luke's shirt off. He went through the motions, trying to keep Luke from suspecting anything.

Luke's body responded, and he smiled wickedly. "I missed you, you little fag."

Seth forced a smile, pretending to be into it, and the effort was excruciating. Luke pushed him down on his knees in front of him and grabbed his hair. This was his only chance.

Seth took a set of handcuffs out of his jacket pocket, and Luke's eyes glittered with anticipation.

"Great idea, you little fuck. Gimme those."

But Seth snatched them away. "No. Um, you first."

Luke scowled, but agreed, too dumb to suspect that Seth might be up to something. "Fine, but you had better make it worth it."

Seth slid down Luke's boxers, and looked up at his muscular body. Luke was a good-looking guy, but he was also a dick, and he had to pay.

Luke sat on the sand in front of the truck, and allowed Seth to pull his arms over his head and cuff him to the grill of the truck. Once Seth knew the cuffs were secured, he took a deep breath. The hardest part was over.

Ryan rode up on his bike, and Luke got pissed.

"Oh so that's what this is. Fine, go ahead and get your hits in. Beat the crap out of me. But then you better run and hide, 'cause I'll come after you like a Mack fucking truck."

Seth and Ryan looked at each other and smiled.

"No, that's not what's going to happen," Ryan said.

Ryan reached over and gently caressed Seth's arm. Then he pulled him close, and kissed him, gently at first, and then passionately.

He looked at Luke. "See these lips?" he said, pointing to Seth's mouth. These beautiful lips will never touch you again." He kissed Seth again, a little harder, trying to give him courage.

He pulled off Seth's shirt. He could see how nervous Seth was, and he stroked his back to calm him "See this body? You'll never lay a hand on it again." He rubbed Seth's chest and stomach and shoulders, kissing his neck.

Luke was enraged, trying to free himself from the cuffs, but couldn't get free. "I'm not going to sit here and watch this!"

Seth's eyes met Luke's for the first time. "But you have to. You have a lesson to learn." He relaxed a little under Ryan's gentle touch.

Seth felt weak, from the flush of excitement and pure abject fear. Ryan calmed him with a glance, and gently laid him on the sand.

Ryan pulled off Seth's pants and boxers, and began to stroke his thighs. Seth had never felt more naked. Ryan turned Seth over onto his stomach, and Seth started to shiver.

Ryan looked at Luke again. "See this beautiful ass? This ass doesn't belong to you. It never did."

With that Ryan gently laid kisses all over Seth's soft cheeks. Seth was growing more and more excited, and the excitement was definitely winning out over the fear. Definitely. Ryan spread Seth's cheeks, and softly tongued his puckered pink hole, licking him with long strokes and slipping his tongue inside. Seth was moving beneath him now, completely on board. Ryan turned him over again.

"See this gorgeous cock?"

And with that Ryan swallowed Seth's eager erection, not needing to continue. He took it all the way down his throat, sucking like a vacuum. Seth's body was bucking beneath him as he licked his way up and down the shaft. He put both hands around the base and sucked on the bright red tip until Seth's eyes rolled back in his head. Then he swallowed it all again, Seth straining upwards, thrusting into Ryan's mouth. They moved like this for what felt like forever.

Ryan reached for Seth's balls, stroking and squeezing. He reached around to Seth's ass, and gently slipped a finger inside. This sent Seth completely over the edge. He spasmed over and over, filling Ryan's mouth with his hot white cum, which Ryan gladly swallowed. Ryan kissed his way up Seth's body as Seth struggled to catch his breath. Ryan laid down beside him, and their eyes met, full of love and affection. Ryan planted one gentle kiss after another on Seth's face as Seth's breathing returned to normal. They smiled at each other, and Seth reached his hand to touch Ryan's mouth. They kissed gently, reveling in the heady mixture of salty air and sweat.

After a few minutes, Ryan propped himself on his elbow, and looked at Luke, who had remained silent throughout. He saw Luke's raging hard-on and laughed.

"So did you learn anything? Do you see what it is to treat someone with tenderness? Or are you jealous that he's not your little piece of ass anymore?"

No response but silence and a glare.

Ryan and Seth rose, dusting off the sand. Seth put his t-shirt and pants back on, and grabbed Ryan around the waist from behind, giving him a big warm squeeze.

Ryan hugged him back, and turned to see Seth smiling. The fear in his eyes was gone.

Ryan said, "So I guess we should let him go. It looks like he's got a little something there he needs to take care of. And I do mean little. Give me the key."

Seth batted his eyes and played innocent. "What key?"

Ryan looked at him and smiled.

Luke was steely. He had figured this was coming. Fuck.

Seth walked over to him and spit in his face. "This is how it's done in the O.C. now, bitch!" </lj-cut>
<lj-cut text=Chock Full o'Smut Chapter 1>

Disclaimer: The pretty boys aren't mine but it would be awwwesome if they were and I'm not getting paid and please don't sue me because I really like my house.

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What if the car had been fixed sooner?

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All four of them were exhausted from the drive. And the accident. And the car repairs that took forever. They arrived in Tijuana at in the middle of the night, too tired to go out. They checked into their hotel, the girls in one room, the boys in another. Marissa had suggested that the four of them could all share one big room, but Summer was totally not having it. The boys had seemed oddly relieved when Summer insisted on a separate room, but neither Marissa nor Summer really took notice.

The four of them shared a few rounds of beer on the deck, Marissa and Ryan chatting, making only slightly uncomfortable small talk, Seth pacing around, being silly, trying to ease the tension, Summer acting bored with the whole thing. She decided it was time to call it a night.

"Laters you guys, I'm gonna turn in. Have to get my beauty rest for the bikini contest tomorrow."

Seth paused and looked sideways at Ryan, not sure whether to stay or go. He trusted Ryan and understood their arrangement, but was not beyond feeling a twinge of jealousy at leaving him alone with Marissa.

He called after Summer. "Summer! I'll walk up with you. You know, if that's okay..."

"Whatever."

They walked into the hotel, Summer in front, Seth tagging behind.

When they reached their respective rooms, Seth invited Summer over to hang out.

"Sorry, kid. I have some things to do. Oher things."

"What type of important things do you have to do at one in the morning in Mexico?"

"Stuff! Things! None of which involve you."

"What does it take with you? I'm just trying to be nice. But I guess that word's not in your vocabulary."

"You're being more than nice. It creeps me out how you're always around me. Do you know how it feels to have someone put you on a pedestal? It's fucking weird."

"Oh, so if I played it cool like those jerks from home and acted like I could care less about you, then that would melt your icy little heart? Or at least make you act nice to me?"

"Whatever."

And with that they went into their separate rooms.

Seth couldn't figure her out. Ryan either, for that matter. It was all just kind of confusing. Who did he really want anyway? He knew it was possible to like both guys and girls, but one of each at the same time?

Not that he could have a real relationship with either of them. He and Ryan understood each other. Sometimes you're sixteen, and you're craving some affection, some attention, some companionship, and let's face it, some hot nasty sex. He and Ryan could be all of that for each other. But now that Ryan was officially part of the family, clearly it could never go anywhere. He loved looking at Ryan's strong arms, slim hips, clear blue eyes. He liked how it felt when they were together, whether playing videogames or sexing each other senseless. It could be tremendously complicated, or not. They chose not to let it be. When something is both within your reach and also so completely beyond your grasp, you just make sense of it the best you can.

And then there was Summer. Maybe his third-grade fantasy had just turned out to be an unpleasant bitch. Maybe Seth had been fooling himself all this time, choosing to only see her good qualities. Which, right now, consisted of a tight hot body and very little else. She was just too selfish and mean. Just the opposite of Seth. Maybe it was time to accept that and move on.

His private reverie was interrupted by Ryan's key in the door. Hot sexy Ryan. Mmmmm Ryan. Those eyes. Those lips. Those arms.

"Done hanging out with Marissa already? It looked like she was really feeling you. Well, not FEELING you, feeling you, but, you know..."

"Nah. She's still all confused about Luke. She doesn't know what she wants."

"Well, I know what I want."

And with that, Seth pushed Ryan down on the bed.

"Demanding little thing, aren't you?" Ryan asked with a sly smile.

"You know we only have a weekend, dude. One weekend with no sneaking around, no worries about the folks finding us. I don't know about you, but that makes me totally hot."

Ryan smiled in agreement, grabbing Seth's t-shirt and pulling him close. They kissed hungrily, tongues moving back and forth, in and out, moving in time with their bodies as Seth stretched out on top of Ryan. Their bodies fit together so perfectly it as like they were built to do this.

Ryan felt Seth's cock swelling and hardening against his hip. They were good together, he thought. Complicated, and yet uncomplicated, just giving each other what they needed.

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Marissa came into the room to find Summer sitting crosslegged on the bed, drinking a Corona, reading Glamour.

"Did you and Chino have a nice little chat?"

"Summer, stop calling him that!" Marissa made a face at her. "It's weird between us. It's so hard to know what to say."

"I'm sorry, Coop. Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really. There's nothing new to say."

"Then do you want to take a sex quiz?" She held up the magazine.

"Sure. Whatever."

Summer put the magazine down and looked at her friend. "Do you and Luke have a good sex life?"

"Excuse me?"

"You and Luke. Is he meeting your needs sexually?"

"Summer, you know we only did it once."

"Oh. Right. Well, were you satisfied?"

"Well, no. But I didn't expect to be the first time."

Summer rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. "Why should you assume you wouldn't get off your first time? Luke got off, didn't he?"

This conversation was making Marissa way uncomfortable. Why should Summer care? "Big deal. I'm sure I'll get my chance."

"Your chance? Are you waiting for him to make it happen? Because you shouldn't. Because he won't."

"Well, maybe I did, you know, come. I don't know. It kind of felt nice after a while."

"You're not sure? Coop, are you telling me you've never had an orgasm?"

Marissa blushed head to toe. How much had Summer been drinking?

"Um, no. Like I said, that was our first time."

Summer could tell she wasn't getting through, and was amazed by Marissa's sexual naivete. That's what happens when a girl has such a shrew bitch for a mother. Julie probably hadn't even talked to her about sex and what pleasures she could have.

"You don't need a man to have an orgasm. You can do it yourself, you know."

Marissa blushed darker.

"Coop, you have no idea how sad this makes me. Come sit here by me."

Marissa sat down next to Summer tentatively. This was getting too weird.

The moment was broken by the sound of loud moaning coming from another room.

Both girls burst out laughing.

"Sounds like someone isn't having any trouble getting off," Summer said, and then it registered with her who was next door.

Marissa's eyes widened. "Is that coming from Seth and Ryan's room?"

"Um, I don't think so. I think it's coming from upstairs."

"Oh. Okay then." Marissa was glad to have been distracted from their previous conversation. She stood up to go, but Summer grabbed her arm.

"Coop, wait. Come here." And Summer kissed her. It was soft and sweet and wet. It was so much more delicate than kissing Luke. Summer's face was soft as silk, not scratchy like Luke. And Summer's body was softer, too. Smaller, and softer, and nice...

"What are you doing Summer?

"Remember how we used to practice kissing with each other? It'll be just like that. I just want to help you, Coop. That's all. Do you hear those voices? Doesn't it sound like they're enjoying themselves?" Summer hoped Marissa wouldn't notice that there was no female moaning. Just men. Hot, sweaty, pretty men. Summer was getting so wet.

Marissa was starting to feel a little warm. "So what. You're gonna teach me how to come? Is that what this is?"

"Not teach you. Just make sure you know what it feels like so that you don't settle for less than you deseve. From Luke or from anybody."

Marissa was getting hot listening to the grunts and groans from the other room. She was starting to give in. She climbed on the bed next to Summer, who scooted over to make room. Summer kissed Marissa again, loving the feel of her tongue. Summer had thought about this before. Imagined it. Fantasized about it. Masturbated to it. And now it was really happening.

She used her hand to close Marissa's eyes, hoping it would make her a little less self-conscious. She kissed Marissa's neck and reached to stroke Marissa's breasts. She heard a small gasp of pleasure, and that was all the encouragement she needed. She lifted Marissa's top and sucked gently first on one hard pink nipple, and then the other. She lingered her lips there as she stroked Marissa's stomach and hips and down further and further. Marissa's legs slid apart almost involuntarily.

Summer ran her hands over Marissa's inner thigh, just gently grazing across her soft pink lips and down the other thigh. She went back and forth like this a few times, not teasing, just preparing.

Marissa was moaning and gasping for air. When Summer's hand got near her tender pussy she arched her hips to meet it. Marissa didn't know what was happening to her, what all this pleasure was. She didn't understand the source of the pleasure, how Summer was able to make her feel this way.

Summer gently slid a finger into Marissa's damp sex. Marissa bucked on her hand. Summer cautiously slid in another finger, and slowly moved them in and out.

Marissa knew this was basically the same thing that Luke had done, in a way, so why did this feel so much better?

Summer was stroking deeper, stronger, stroking in time with the banging of the headboard next door. Marissa was moving with her, adding her moans to the chorus of pleasure.

Summer inched her face down to Marissa's pretty pink lips, and gently blew a puff of air onto the moist flesh. Marissa shivered, not just from the cool air, but also from the realization that Summer's face was actually in her crotch.

Summer was done being tentative. She licked Marissa with a broad strong tongue, and sucked her clit into her mouth. Marissa screamed with pleasure.

Summer stiffened her tongue, licking the pink pearl around in circles, then up and down in time with her still-thrusting fingers. Marissa grabbed for Summer's hair, moaning and out of control. Summer expertly flicked her tongue on Marissa's clit, keeping the rhythm. She felt the orgasm building.

Marissa grabbed the sheets and thrashed her arms and head as her body heaved with pleasure. She felt everything in the room fade away except her pussy and Summer's tongue, just those two things moving against each other, throbbing with delight. Her body stiffened as wave after wave of pleasure came over her.

When the haze lifted, Summer was sitting next to her, wiping her chin and smiling.

"So, what did you think? Is that how you felt that night with Luke?"

Marissa laughed. "Yeah, right, I wish!"

"Don't settle for wishing, Coop. Make it happen."

Marissa turned thoughtful and reached for her journal. Then she looked up at Summer and winced.

"Um, I guess I should be returning the favor or something?"

"No sweets, you go ahead and write. I'll take care of myself. Just don't wait up for me."

With that she gave a mischievous grin, hugged Marissa, and walked out of the room in her nightgown.

Marissa's head was spinning too much to ask questions.

******

Summer was so damn wet. She could feel the juices running down her leg. Her clit was throbbing, aching to be touched. Damn straight girls.

She padded up to the door next to hers and knocked. The moaning stopped instantly. She knocked again.

"Come on, you guys, it's Summer. It's cool. Let me in."

She heard whispers, and then Ryan opened the door a crack, just poking his head out. Summer could see that his face was flushed and that he was trying not to breathe heavy. She pushed past him and walked into the room. Seth was laying on the bed with the sheets pulled all the way over him in a futile effort to hide. Summer smiled and sat next to him.

"Well, Cohen. It takes a lot to surprise me. I have to say I'm impressed by your taste in men." She looked at Ryan who was still standing in the doorway. "And he's so fucking hot standing there with that little towel around him."

Seth peeked out from under the covers.

"What are you doing in here? What do you mean, my taste in men? We were just watching TV. I have no idea what you're talking about. No idea."

"Then why are you breathing so hard? Why are you hiding? Why are you both naked? Marissa and I don't watch TV naked together." She smiled at that and sniffed her fingers, smelling Marissa's sweet juices. They did other things naked, but definitely not TV.

Ryan still stood in the doorway, impassive, not sure what to make of this. He didn't trust Summer. He couldn't tell what she was up to.

"Okay, so if you think you caught us doing something, why aren't you all 'Ew!'"

"Because two boys together are so fucking hot! I wanted to come watch. Is that a problem?" She smiled coyly, first at Seth, then at Ryan.

She positioned herself on the easy chair facing the bed. She slid her fingers down to massage her throbbing clit.

"Just pretend I'm not here. I can take care of myself. Just go back to what you were doing before I came in." She continued to stroke her clit, spreading her legs a little wider.

Seth just gaped, unable to speak for the first time probably ever.

Ryan smiled to himself, knowing where this was headed. He went to the bed and crawled under the sheet with Seth.

Summer yelled, "No sheet! I can't see anything with that sheet over you."

Seth glared at her.

Summer smirked. "Sorry! Not another peep out of me."

Seth put his head back under the sheet and looked imploringly at Ryan.

Ryan pointed at himself and made a small gesture to the door with a question in his eyes.

Seth shook his head. It was nice of Ryan to offer to go, but Seth wasn't fooling himself. Summer wanted a floor show, not Seth. Man, not like either of those things made any sense.

Ryan turned Seth onto his stomach facing Summer, and pulled the sheet to the floor. He lightly ran his fingers down Seth's back to rest on his smooth ass.

Seth watched Summer stroking herself as though he was mesmerized. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. His mind still couldn't comprehend what was happening. When Ryan started kneading his ass cheeks with his strong warm hands, he shuddered with pleasure.

Ryan laughed to himself. Summer wasn't just getting a floorshow. She was giving one, too. He lowered himself on top of Seth, grinding his cock against Seth's ass. He was watching Summer, too.

She pulled her finger up to her mouth and licked it. They were watching her watching them. Kinky.

Seth pushed up from the bed to better grind his ass against Ryan. Seth was still hard. Had always been hard. Would always be hard the rest of his life remembering this night. He heard the lid of the lube bottle flip open, and he shivered in anticipation.

Ryan drizzled the lube over Seth's asshole like he was dressing a salad. He smeared it around, allowing just he tip of his finger to poke in and out of the opening. Seth was already moaning. Ryan grinned. Seth was a noisy little guy. Ryan smeared some of the lube on the tip of his cock and stroked himself until fully erect. He pulled Seth's ass up a bit and Seth curved his spine until his ass was completely in the air.

Summer moaned and reached to stroke a nipple. She was trying not to make bad porn faces, but the action was too good.

Ryan kneeled behind Seth, and inserted the tip of his cock into Seth's hungry ass. He teased him with it, sliding in a little, out a little, in a little more, deeper, then out. He knew he was driving Seth mad.

Seth tentatively reached an arm out towards Summer, but she was too far away for him to touch her. They locked eyes for a moment, and Summer felt conflicted. She didn't know what the deal was with Ryan and Seth, and didn't want to join in if they had an exclusive-type thing. She looked up at Ryan who was blissfully thrusting in and out of Seth. She kept rubbing her pussy, wanting to touch them both. She knew she might never have an opportunity like this again.

She slid down from the chair onto the carpeted floor, out of sight of both of the boys. After a moment they both peeked over the edge of the bed, peering down to see where she had gone. She smiled sensually at them both, and Ryan climbed off of Seth. He stretched out on the floor near Summer, close, but not touching her. Instead he was touching himself, propped up on one elbow, slowly stroking his long shaft and smiling.

It took a moment for Seth to figure out what to do. He got down from the bed and crawled towards them both. He stopped to kiss Ryan - one soft thank you kiss followed by several longer stronger passionate kisses. He crawled towards Summer who looked at him eagerly. She pulled him on top of her and licked his face. His eyes were wide, and he tasted like sweat and cum and fear. She let out a low throaty laugh.

She whispered, "It's okay, Cohen. It won't hurt a bit, I promise."

His erection was poking her thigh, and she helped guide it inside of her. His hot throbbing dick felt so good. She started squeezing her muscles around it.

Seth's brain finally caught up with what was happening. He stroked in and out of Summer. Summer. OhmygodSummer. And she was enjoying it! She was writhing beneath him, matching his thrusts. He knew he would come too fast and it would all end too quickly. He had to make it last. Had to. He started thinking about video games. No! Not video games! Sometimes those could be exciting. He moved in and out of Summer and thought about algebra.

Ryan was enjoying his view, watching Seth have his way with the one he always wanted. It was like a kid seeing fireworks for the first time. Appreciative and awed and yet somewhat alarmed.

He knelt next to Seth and ruffled his dark curly hair. Seth turned to kiss him, their faces stuck together, their tongues intertwining. Ryan licked two fingers and slipped them into Seth's ass.

Needlepoint. Lemonade. The Gettysburg address.

Summer reached up to kiss Seth's neck. She sucked and licked and kissed and sucked some more. She drew her legs up one at a time onto Seth's shoulders. She felt him go deeper and deeper.

Bowling. Coconut cream pie. The fishing channel.

Ryan manuevered Seth's ass into position and thrust his hot cock inside. Seth froze for a moment, and Ryan picked up the rhythm. Summer felt the weight of both guys on top of her and thought she would either be crushed to death or die of pleasure. Ryan heard her gasp, and lifted some of his weight from her. This caused Seth to follow him back. Seth thrusted forward into Summer, then back onto Ryan, and they found the rhythm together, Ryan fucking Seth fucking Summer.

Uncomfortable shoes. Dry toast. Throw pillows.

Summer reached her hand over to stroke Ryan's face. He smiled at her, and she blew him a kiss and smiled back. She stuck a finger out, and he sucked and licked it good and wet.

Summer slipped her finger to her clit, and rubbed it in time with the thrusting. Just a few strokes later, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back any longer. Her cunt started to contract again and again and she was moaning, screaming, coming, over and over, her finger stroking her clit with abandon.

Seth watched her face consumed with pleasure as she came, and felt her cunt squeezing him so tight and it was just too much. His eyes went back in his head and he was over the edge, filling Summer, filled by Ryan, shuddering with more pleasure then he thought possible. He was splitting apart and coming together, the room spinning all around him.

Ryan heard Seth's groans and felt Seth's ass clamp down hard on his cock. One, two, three more thrusts and he felt himself shoot over and over, and he was following them, Summer and Seth, into oblivion and back.

They stayed like that for a while, none of them wanting it to be over. There was satisfied panting and the smell of sex.

Ryan finally stood, hoisting himself off of Seth, who then rolled off of Summer. When Seth's cock slid out of her, she felt empty for a moment. She lay there with her eyes closed, not wanting to feel awkward.

Ryan tiredly wiped himself off, and threw the towel to Seth so he could do the same.

Seth crawled back onto the bed and stretched out blissfully. Every nerve ending in his body still pulsed with electricity.

Ryan went to Summer, and helped her up off the floor. She straightened her nightgown, blowing air kisses to both Ryan and Seth as she walked towards the door. Ryan stopped her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed. He laid her next to Seth, and she put her head on Seth's shoulder and her arm across his chest. Ryan went to the other side of the bed and climbed on, curling next to Seth with his arm across next to Summer's.

Seth lifted his head to kiss Summer a soft, warm, satisfied kiss, and turned to give Ryan the same. He laughed to himself that he thought he could never have either and now he had them both. He was turning into quite a porn star, if he did say so himself.

Ryan leaned across Seth and gave Summer a sleepy kiss full of possibilities. Maybe he had misjudged her. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.

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P.S. Much love to <ljuser=hackthis> for the code that got me here!
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