Wish Upon a Star

"Come on," Dale said suddenly.

He leaned down and scooped me up in his arms like I weighed nothing.

"To bed," he said.

He laid me down gently on the mattress and stood back up. I watched silently as he removed his clothes: first his shirt, then shoes and socks, then his pants, and finally his boxers. He looked strong and confident, more a man than a teenage boy. It was all so different, even to the person he had seemed the day before, and I couldn't wait to see what he was going to do to me next.

After he removed the last of his clothes, Dale returned to me. He used one finger to hook the crotch of my panties, and I lifted my hips so he could slide them off easily. He tugged them off, tossed them aside, and climbed on top of me. I looked up into his face and shivered.

"Oh, God," I whispered.

Dale looked powerful. It was a look I had only glimpsed once before, the night that he fought Bryan off of me. This time, however, it was a softer, more contented power. It resembled more of a hungry tiger who just caught dinner and was about to feast. I braced myself.

Dale kissed my jaw, my cheek, my forehead, my nose, and finally my mouth. He wasn't a bad kisser, I had discovered. I loved how he used his tongue to do more than just probe my throat.

Feeling his body create friction and heat on top of me, I began to dampen the sheet beneath us. I also felt his dick pressing against my abdomen. It was ready to go. Suddenly, I wanted him in me more than ever. I had wanted him before, simply for the sake of having sex with him, but now I wantedhim. I wanted that powerful cock inside me, pumping and grinding and filling me with his sperm. I arched my hips, trying to get his dick down to my dripping hole.

Dale sat up slightly.

"You want it?"

I nodded meekly.

"Then you can wait for it," he replied.

I groaned, and Dale leaned down and bit my nipple. It was the first time anyone had ever done that to me, and my response was fierce. Liquid poured out of my vagina so hot and thick I swore I had cum, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. It hurt, but not in a bad way.

"Go ahead and scream," Dale told me. "I wanna hear you."

This evening, Dale could have told me to jump off a cliff and I would have obeyed. I let out a small gasp – the remnants of my scream – before Dale licked and bit my breast again.

"OH, God," I shuddered. "God, Dale, that's incredible."

Dale smiled and let his hand rove to my pussy.

"It's just a little wet down there," he observed.

I nodded, panting.

"It wants you in there," I informed him.

Dale obliged by pushing three fingers into me. I screamed and came. My hot juices flowed around his hand like a small river, and he smiled again. He took some of the liquid and used it as a lubricant on his dick. I couldn't help but watch as he grasped his length and aimed it between my legs. I could already feel another orgasm waiting in the wings.

"Do I need a condom?" he asked as the tip of his dick probed my hole.

I shook my head.

"I've been on the pill for a year – helps regulate my mood," I told him, referring to my horrible PMS.

Dale leaned back and concentrated on making sure his dick was going in the right hole. I closed my eyes as he penetrated me for the first time. I could feel him entering me. He was going slowly, making sure that if he had to break my hymen that it wouldn't hurt me too badly. There seemed to be a bit of resistance, but it didn't hurt at all, and Dale kept going, adding inch after inch to my pleasure. I moaned and spread my legs even farther apart so he could get deeper inside me. Finally, he stopped.

Every nerve seemed to stand on end as I waited to feel what he would do next. He leaned his body back over mine and pulled out, faster than he had gone in but with what seemed to be agonizing slowness. He pulled out too far and popped out.

"Oops," he mumbled.

He started to sit up, but I grabbed him and held him back down.

"Stay close to me, please," I begged. "Just use your hand."

Dale reached down and felt around until he found the hole again, and he aimed his dick back at it. This time, it slid in more easily, and my pussy clamped around it tightly.

"Oh, shit," Dale said. He looked down at me. "I'm not gonna last long."

"I don't care," I told him. "Whatever."

With more confidence and speed, Dale began to fuck me. He was so long, I swore I could feel the tip of his cock pushing against something inside me. I guessed it was my cervix. It felt wonderful. I thrust and ground my hips against him as he gained speed, grunting and moaning as he pressed his body against mine.

Suddenly, Dale pulled my face to his for the most passionate kiss he had ever given me, and he pinched one of my nipples. I was panting and making the most awful noises already, and when he touched my breast, I pulled away from him and screamed. I came, too, and my orgasm seemed to send Dale somewhere I'd never seen him go before. His face changed, and he slammed his cock into me with more intensity. Then he slowed to a stop and lay down on top of me.

We both lay silent for a few moments before I had to ask.

"Um... did you cum?" I inquired.

Dale nodded against my thumping chest. I smiled and patted his tired head.

"But I wanna go again in a while, if I can get it up," he said. "Shit, that was awesome."

I giggled, and Dale laughed, too.

It was the start of a long and glorious night of sexual exploration. After Dale recovered, I wiped myself off and he ate me out, which caused his dick to revive. I wanted to give him a blowjob, but Dale insisted that he was only going to cum in my pussy that evening, so I offered to be on top. That was acceptable, and I rode him till he came again. It took longer that time, so we really got to enjoy how connected we were. We rested and chatted for a while before he felt ready to try for a third time.

This time, I sucked the life back into him. He nearly blew in my mouth, but he pulled out before he did. Precum was seeping out of his hole, and I watched it dribble off.

"Wanna try doggy-style?" Dale asked.

I looked at him, amazed. As inhibited as he had been in Rome, I was surprised at how empowered he truly was in bed. I loved it.

"Yeah, sure," I agreed and climbed onto the nearly cum-soaked bed.

I leaned forward and stuck my ass in the air, spreading my legs wide. Pussy juice, probably mixed with his sperm, oozed out. Dale knelt behind me and aimed himself at the hole. His dick was getting the idea, and we hadn't had any problems getting it to stay in during our second round.

Dale shoved himself into me, and I nearly came then and there. His dick was somehow hitting a spot that caused massive stimulation on my part.

"I think," I panted, as Dale pulled out for the first thrust, "that you have hit my G-spot."

I got no response except for a deep shove. I moaned, and my pussy tightened involuntarily. One more thrust, and I came, screaming.

"Oh, God," I whimpered excitedly.

Dale grabbed my ass and started working faster. The over-stimulation was almost painful, and each time his cock pressed against my G-spot, I could feel my body tense. I came again, and again, and again. Cum dribbled down my legs. Tears were streaming down my face as Dale sped up for his own orgasm, but I felt so good I was about to pass out. My entire body felt like one gigantic spring that was wound up too tight, and as Dale came, all my energy was released. I came one final time before collapsing onto the bed and rolling onto my back.

Dale spooned up behind me, his dick shrinking to normal size, as I tried to regain any sort of grip on reality. Then I realized he was saying my name.

"Sarah?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Mmm?" I responded groggily.

"You OK?"

"Mm-hmm," I nodded, returning to consciousness. "Just... oh, God, that was something else."

Dale hugged me, one of his hands playing with my breasts.

"Good or bad?"

"Definitely good," I responded, closing my eyes.

Somehow I had conquered my inclination to sleep until this point, but it was overtaking me now. I think Dale said something else, but I was out before I registered what it was. Then I felt Dale shaking me awake.

"Sarah?"

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You gonna get up?"

*****

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: ONE LAST TIME

I opened my eyes. Sunlight streamed in the room. I sat up and looked at the clock. Nine-thirty.

"Oh, shit, Dale, I'm sorry. I fell asleep, didn't I?"

Dale grinned as he snuggled up next to me. He was still nude as well, and obviously, his cock had managed to survive the night, because it was pressed firmly against my leg.

"Yeah, and I couldn't wake you for nothing," he laughed. "It was OK, though. I could tell I was done for the night, anyway. I was completely out of steam."

"Looks like he's got his steam back," I commented, reaching down and grabbing 'him.'

"He has," Dale confirmed. "I guess he liked what he had last night."

I flopped back down on the bed and spread my legs in the air.

"So did she."

Dale yanked me to the edge of the bed and shoved himself in. I hadn't expected such rapid penetration, but I was moist and ready. He fucked me with my heels over his shoulders and we both came within two minutes.

"Shit, you're tight," he said happily as he fell out of my now-dripping hole. "Wanna go take a shower?"

I used a corner of the sheet to wipe myself clean before scooting into the bathroom with him. We squeezed into the shower together and lathered each other up. We laughed at the cramped quarters and kissed under the shower head. By the time we both managed to wash our hair and our bodies, his cock was alive and waving hello again. I sucked him until he came all over my tits, which meant Dale had to wash them again. No hardships there.

It was ten-fifteen by the time we crawled out of the shower and toweled ourselves off. We dressed and went out to return Dale's suit. The shopkeeper pronounced the suit in good condition for return, and Dale got his deposit back, which relieved me immensely. We found a good lunch – for some completely obvious reason, we were both starving – and then we grabbed some snacks and headed back to the room.

Neither of us was in the mood for sight-seeing. We were glad to see that the maids had changed the sheets, and we screwed on one of the beds all afternoon, saving the other for naps and cuddling. We tried doggy-style again, with similar results to the night before.

"You really like that position, don't you?" Dale teased me as I collapsed.

"Shut up," I panted at him. "You like it, too."

That evening, we finally took a break from screwing around and went out for a decent dinner.

"So, tomorrow we head back to London and meet up with the guys," I noted.

Dale nodded.

"Seems sad, doesn't it? I wish we could just stay here forever."

"It's hard to believe we've been in Europe for two weeks," I agreed. "And it's going to be hard acting like we're not together."

"Yeah, it will, but I think we can manage it somehow."

"Probably. I mean, if we kept secrets from each other, surely we can fool two idiots – no offense intended."

"None taken," Dale said with a wave of his hand. "They're not my friends any more, anyway. And don't go feeling all guilty about that. If it hadn't been you, it probably would have been someone else. Plus, they're staying in-state, anyway."

"I know," I nodded. "Things are changing fast."

"I've never been fond of change," Dale mused.

"Me, neither, but I guess if things didn't change, life would be awfully boring."

"Probably. At least I've got you to deal with things with."

"You do, and I don't plan to go anywhere."

"Good, because I want you right here with me."

"Good, because that's where I want to be."

We smiled idiotically at one another for a moment before changing the subject. We had sex one last time before bed that night, the last time we got to do so in Europe. The next morning was a hurried one as we packed up – I had to leave the shoes, but I managed to fit my dress in my backpack after Dale took the books I had bought and stuffed them in his bag – checked out, and headed back to London.

*****

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: REUNITED

We met the guys in the middle of the afternoon and played catch-up. They told us about their trip, which really did sound like a bust, and we told them the less sensual details of ours.

Then Brad surprised me. He pulled me aside.

"I have something to tell you," he said.

"Oh?" I asked, looking around at Dale, who was watching closely.

Brad looked at Dale, too, and hesitated for a bit before speaking.

"I just want to say how sorry I am for ignoring Bryan. I mean, I knew he was being an ass, but I never thought he would carry things so far. I thought you were in on it and were just playing around. That's what he said, anyway."

I looked long and hard at Brad while I thought about that. Brad had always been pretty much Bryan's bitch, trying hard to keep up while Bryan had flaunted his prowess. I bought the story.

"You're really sorry?" I asked.

Brad nodded.

"You don't have to forgive me," he said. "I just wanted to let you know."

"Thanks," I said, returning to Dale and Jared. "It's not everything, but at least it's something."

The rest of the day was pretty amicable. Jared never did look me in the eye, but I could tell he felt as guilty as Brad. It would have been preferable if he had just come out and apologized as well, but at least I knew he felt bad. It was a small consolation. We all checked into a hotel, in two different rooms, and headed out for dinner.

As we bickered about where to go, the London Eye caught Dale's eye and he looked at me. I smiled and shrugged.

"You guys go have dinner," he said. "Sarah and I will meet you back at the hotel in a while."

The shocked look on the guys' faces as we took off said it all. I giggled as Dale and I hurried down the street to the gigantic Ferris wheel.

"What do you think they'll think?" I asked.

"Dunno, but I don't really care. We don't have to give them anything else to go on," Dale said with an evil grin.

I giggled again, and soon we found ourselves standing in line at the Eye. We boarded one of the capsules and were swept up above the skyline, staring down at the vast city below us.

"It's like our trip all condensed into one big picture," I commented, trying to see everything.

"So big, and yet so little," nodded Dale. "Like us right now. We feel like we've just conquered the world, and yet when we get back home we'll just be high school graduates heading off to college."

"As long as I have you," I said, grabbing onto his hand.

"You will," he confirmed.

I smiled and looked away from the beautiful cityscape to the sky above. It had been cloudy for most of the day, but the stars were beginning to shine through gaps. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something to wish. For the first time in my life, though, it was difficult. All my dreams had come true. Finally, I wished for Dale. I wanted him to be happy, even if that meant eventually we wouldn't be together.

The ride ended all too soon, and we grabbed some supper on the way back to the hotel. Once we got there, the guys were waiting. Jared looked curious but remained silent; Brad couldn't contain himself.

"OK, what's up?" he asked. "Where did you go and what did you do?"

"Just rode the London Eye," Dale answered. "It had been something we'd been talking about doing for a couple of days."

"The London Eye? How come we weren't invited?" Brad demanded.

I let Dale field the questions as I flopped on the bed and tried to act nonchalant. Inside, though, I was wriggling excitedly. It was fun having a secret.

"Just 'cause we'd talked about it, and you guys seemed bent on dinner," Dale responded.

It was a lame excuse, and Brad knew it.

"That's retarded. What's up? You guys hook up or something?" Brad's gaze flicked from Dale to me and back.

I laughed out loud, trying to make it sound like Brad had just said something stupid. Dale rolled his eyes.

"OK, Sarah and I go to Rome, and we're automatically a couple? I don't think so," Dale lied. "We had a great time, but we're not like you. One boy plus one girl doesn't automatically equal sex."

Brad looked suspicious. Jared surveyed all of us quietly.

"Yeah, but then you had all these little plans, and I've seen the way you look at her," Brad told Dale. "And you look different – like you've gotten laid."

"You have to be kidding," Dale said sarcastically. "She's my best friend. We talked. Yeah, we made plans, but so the hell what? You guys talked and made plans, too, right? And I have never, ever seen anyone 'look' like they've gotten laid. And what do you mean about the way I look at her? If you must know, she had a wonderful time with an Italian guy."

I couldn't help but grin. Paolo was suddenly a wonderful way out. Brad looked disappointed.

"So you're not a couple?" Brad asked. "Italian guy?"

"Paolo," I confirmed.

"And the only way we're a couple is as best friends," Dale continued.

Jared leaned back against the headboard. He looked satisfied, as if he had just figured out a puzzle.

"You like her, don't you?" Jared stated bluntly.

I started and looked over at Dale, wondering how he would handle that sort of statement.

"I don't mean like friends, either," Jared finished. "Why don't you ask her out now? See what she says?"

Dale stared at Jared. His face contorted, and I could tell he was trying hard not to laugh.

"Yeah, sure," he finally said, still stifling his laughter. "Hey, Sarah, wanna be my girlfriend?"

I did laugh as he officially asked me out. It was the perfect ruse.

"Yeah, sure, sexy," I said in a teasing voice. "You wanna get it on here, or should we wait until later?"

"All right, all right," Brad held up an arm to shield himself. "That's enough. We get the point. You're not together."

Jared still didn't look convinced, but he let it drop.

When the others weren't looking, Dale winked at me, and I blew him a kiss. The rest of the evening was spent in watching TV, playing cards, and working out the story we were telling our parents. We all figured that the easiest way out was to play the typical teenager and say nothing at all, but if our parents pressed, then we all went to Rome per our original plans.

At midnight, Brad and Jared left for their own room, and Dale and I were finally alone again. We lay on our beds, staring across the room at each other, much like we had done a week before.

"Should we push them together?" I asked.

Dale hesitated.

"Do you think they'd hear the noise?" he said thoughtfully. "I'd love to, if you don't think they could hear it."

I felt disappointed.

"I bet they would," I acknowledged. "And besides anything else, we'd have to pull them apart again in the morning, too."

"Yeah," said Dale quietly. "Sucks that this is the way it'll be all summer."

"We got spoiled," I grinned.

"I guess so," Dale agreed.

He heaved himself off of his bed and came over to mine.

"I still need a good-night kiss, though."

We made out for a while, and then Dale returned to his own bed. The distance was depressing.

"I miss you," I said forlornly. "You're too far away."

"I know," agreed Dale, "but it has to be."

"It sucks," I groused.

"I know, but we'll make it. Love you."

"Love you," I responded.

Dale flipped the light off, and we went to sleep.

*****

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: UNTIL NOW

The flights home the next day were completely uneventful, and Dale drove me back home once we got in. The ride was relatively silent, and I moved from the middle seat to the passenger seat of his truck as we approached my parents' house. It seemed that the closer we got to home, the farther apart we were forced to be.