You can't help yourself.

In that moment of primal need, the sounds of Greg's climax is entirely drowned out by the ecstasy of the moment. You can feel his hot seed running down your cheeks, and while it only spurns you onto ride Alex even quicker, even harder, with a ferocity you've never attempted... what is truly encouraging you is the look Alex fixes upon you.

Your eyes have locked.

Yours give him a questioning expression, something that belayed your want and need for him to finish within you, to assure that tonight wasn't your last night with him... but understanding that in doing so, both of your lives would change in a way that neither of you are entirely prepared for.

But Alex's response surprises you... a cocky grin. A nod, as if saying he's up for it.

Permission.

In that heated moment, you push yourself against him and kiss him deeply, your body rocking against him relentlessly. In that primal moment of lust, and indeed, burgeoning love, you feel his breath hitch and it begin. The sound of him climaxing sends you over the edge once more, and you cum along with him, a scream escaping your lips, so close to his, touching, lost in the moment.

In that moment, you give yourself over to this life.

John Doe is someone else. A past life, one that only matters because it brought you to Alex.

As you feel his cum run deep within you and the white-hot eclipse of your climax begin to die down from a scream to a dull roar, you know that this is your new life, one you chose through this strange, miraculous, horrifying weekend... and yet, one you chose yet still.

Moments go by. Your not sure how long. Alex doesn't move, nor does he remove himself from you. Your heads rest against one another, eyes closed, breathes heavy, but content.

Indeed, it's not until the sounds of Greg and Sasha reaching their own climax reaches your ears that you seem to come out of that elongated moment. Alex's head turns in their direction, however yours remain on him.

The life you chose.

"Do you want to join them?" Alex asks for a moment, his eyes moving to meet yours. His voice is tentative, as if taking in the moment... but the smile glued to his face is all you need to know that he chose this, too. "Or are we retiring to our own comfort for the night?"

A difficult decision, assuredly. And, while you knew you were more fertile than the average eighteen-year-old this weekend... it wouldn't hurt to assure that the job was done.

It was what you wanted, after all.