A pretty wild summer.

Prom night did not solve my problems. I still had feelings for Talia, but I also was falling for Elizabeth, who was clearly in love with me. The solution was beyond my grasp.

Graduation changed the energy of our group. Somehow, it wasn't as easy to meet up anymore. Without the excuse of school, we had to make special plans to see each other. With the coming on of summer jobs, it was nearly impossible to get the whole group together at once.

I still went running with Amy. Early in the summer, I got lunch with Elizabeth and Stephanie, but that was the only time. We promised meet up again, but finding a date that worked for all three of us proved impossible.

Stephanie and Corrine were the hardest to see, because they were spending as much time with their boyfriends as they could before we all had to split for college in the Fall.

All I could think about was Talia, who had built so much in my life. She and Rachel were headed to Berkeley, and I was headed to the opposite coast. Stephanie and Simon were banking on the long distance thing, but they were a real couple. What was I to Talia? A friend? A lay?

For the majority of the summer, I was mostly a dildo.

The two wild women would invite me over, we'd start out chatting, or playing a game, and things would get sexual fast.

If she wanted it, so much as asked, I shamelessly would pull down my pants and fuck Talia in front of Rachel. The smaller girl was starting to get off on it, watching her girlfriend get plowed. After I finished, Rachel would finish Talia. It was so erotic, I was totally helpless.

We'd cuddle together, after, and maybe Rachel would make some crack about how weird it was that I was a man.

"I think of you more like a hairy, misshapen woman."

"Gee, thanks."

She and Talia howled with laughter.

One night, we snuck onto a playground. The girls stripped down to their underwear. We ended up running from the cops and hiding in the bushes, going back later to get their clothes.

These days were precious.