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BTC 2.0: Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2024-02-29 08:16:26 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 3: E10 --
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-- SEPTEMBER --
A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.
The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare-naked ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.
I remained like that for a good several minutes, just enjoying the feel of my girlfriend’s warm body spooned up against mine. It was just the two of us now, although all four of us had made love together last night. I could still remember the sight of Sam and Neevie taking turns licking up every last drop of creamy jism from Belle’s perky buttcheeks before circling around the bed to share their found gold with Matty’s Little Cumslut through tongue-filled kisses.
But Belle and Neevie had left me and Sam alone after that, and my busty blonde bombshell and I had spooned up last night in positions nearly identical to the ones we were in this morning. We were both tired from the rigors and responsibilities of the school day, and Sam started drifting off to sleep almost immediately. But I’d sprung another boner rubbing my crotch against the blonde’s bubble butt, and after giving me a smirk and a sweet kiss over her shoulder, Sam told me to go ahead and slip it into her from behind.
She didn’t orgasm from that last lovemaking session, nor did she really need to. My loving girlfriend’s body was wet and willing and happy to let her loving boyfriend take his pleasure even as her consciousness slipped. And after I finally bit down gently on her neck and clutched both of her big tits in my palms while I groaned and spent myself deep within her welcoming womb, Sam simply rubbed my cheek and then closed her eyes to surrender herself to Dreamland before I’d even gone soft inside her.
And we were still joined together when my consciousness left me as well.
I’d clearly slipped out of her soaked snatch sometime in the night, but my rock-hard, refreshed erection was eager to get back inside. When I subtly tested the waters with my fingertips, I found her still slickened from last night’s final load. So it was a simple matter for me to swab the tip of my prick through her increasingly wet furrow to spread out her natural lubrication as well as get my mushroom head coated. She then unknowingly helped me out when she moaned in her sleep and rolled forward a bit, raising her right knee and opening herself up a little wider.
“Holy SHIT!” Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke the moment my fat cock invaded her primed pussy. Her right hand shot back and grabbed my thigh in surprise, her fingernails digging into my skin just a bit as I swiftly and smoothly shoved inch after inch of steel-hard schlong into her succulent snatch like a hot knife through warm butter.
“Good morning, my love,” I murmured from just above her right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. And I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.
“Nnnggghhh,” she groaned, closing her eyes and soaking in the sensations for a moment. I kept myself at full-depth, lightly grinding my hips to give us both a little extra stimulation. And eventually she managed to catch her breath and sigh in supreme satisfaction before looking back at me over her shoulder with a smile. “Morning, Matty…”
I leaned over to kiss her, and her arm came up around my head and neck to hold me close. We both moaned as we made love to each other with our mouths, her tongue coming out to tease mine as our passion built and built. Tendrils of electricity shot through my body, fully awakening all of my muscles and limbs. And by the time we finally had to break apart to catch our breaths, I felt supercharged and ready to FUCK.
So I FUCKED her.
I fucked her HARD.
Lying on her left side with her right leg out of the way, the busty blonde was helpless to do much but let me have my way with her. At first I planted my hands flat on the mattress and concentrated on contracting my abdominals while flexing my feet to really drive myself deep. My strikingly gorgeous girlfriend whimpered and moaned beneath my assault, at least until she started to get used to the sensations again and turned her face to smile up at me.
The warmth and love in her eyes invited a kiss, so I quickly grabbed her right leg and swept it in front of me to roll the comely coed onto her back without dislodging my dick from her tight teenage twat. Now in a missionary position and intimately joined face-to-face, I nuzzled my lover’s nose with mine while she cooed quite cutely. And after a few moments of teasing while she whimpered with need to taste me, I finally closed the gap between us and poured out the energy of my love through our connected lips.
Time slowed to a crawl for both of us. We remained intimately enjoined together as close as two human beings can ever be, and not just physically. Even after our lips parted, our eyes remained locked together, both of us gazing into the infinite depths of each other’s soul. Every inch of my skin felt alive, tingling with sensation and stirred by the gentle stroking of her hands and fingertips up and down my back.
I smiled at her. She smiled at me. And the energy and love we felt for each other set her irises aflame.
I felt… incredible.
She looked incredible.
We… together… were incredible.
Sam grinned at me, her expression telling me she was ready to kick it up a notch again. I reached down to hook both of my forearms beneath her legs, hoisting them up and to the sides in a wide V-shape so that her feet were pointed to the sides of the headboard. My busty blonde girlfriend was folded in half beneath my heavy weight, just waiting to be ravaged…
… and then I fucked her HARD again.
Planting my hands flat on the mattress beside her hips, my fixed forearms did the work of keeping her legs at bay. For a minute Sam helped me out by grabbing her own ankles and holding them back for me in a wide diamond shape while I repeatedly stabbed straight down into her sucking snatch.
But eventually she let go of her ankles, grabbed my head instead, and yanked it down to hers. My happy, horny girlfriend gave me a fierce kiss, practically gnawing on my lips as she humped her hips upwards to try and meet my heavy hammer-thrusts. Sam was going delirious with pleasure, and while I may not have made her cum last night before we fell asleep, I certainly made it up to her this morning as she came not once but twice, screaming her satisfaction into my ear loud enough to wake up the whole house.
I had started to tire after pounding her to those two climaxes, but Sam’s orgasms merely fueled her. After I collapsed onto her chest and gasped for breath, she bit down on my ear, clutched me with all four limbs, and still humped herself against my fat cock from beneath my dead weight. But that only lasted for a minute or so before she pushed me off her and then rolled after me, straddling my hips and then sinking herself straight down onto my stiff shaft.
Planting both hands atop her head, the buxom blonde thrust her big boobs forward and made those juicy Double-Ds bounce and bobble right in front of my face. I started salivating at the sight of them, mesmerized by the jiggly jugs. But before I could summon the strength to sit up and bury my nose into her bountiful bosom, the busty beauty bent over to flatten my face beneath her bodacious breasts.
I didn’t love Sam just because she had the biggest boobs in The BTC, but they didn’t hurt. Well, the impact of her titanic tits against my face did hurt just a little bit, but it was a good kind of hurt. If I had to go, death by humongous honkers would definitely be a good way of going. I grabbed onto those marvelously massive melons and motorboated myself amongst her fantastic flesh. And then I opened my mouth to taste her tender teats and nuzzle each knocker-nub.
My gorgeous girlfriend giggled as she gently grasped my gourd against her ginormous gazongas, gently gyrating around my jolly joystick. I grabbed onto her amazing ass and guided her movements, really carving the inner walls of her cunt around my concrete cock. And when I finally set my head back down onto the mattress, Sam sat up and smiled down at me with a satisfied smirk while pausing for a few seconds before starting up the next phase of our fucking.
“Do you wanna fuck my tits?” she asked with a faux-innocent face as if there was any way in the world I’d ever say ‘no’.
I growled in lieu of giving her an intelligible answer, seizing Sam’s hips in my hands and rolling us both over. As soon as I got the buxom blonde situated flat on her back, I was quick to straddle her chest and lay the column of my cock into the valley of her cleavage. Sam did the honors of mashing her mouthwatering mammaries around my meat while I grabbed onto the top of the headboard. And then I flexed my glutes and crunched my abs to make short, stabbing thrusts through her tunnel of titflesh, groaning in ecstasy while watching the incredibly erotic sight of my stiff schlong slipping back and forth through the supple smoothness of Sam’s stupendous sweater-stretchers.
“Fffuuuccckkk, Saaammm…” I grunted, rapidly scaling the heights of satisfaction as I shafted my… uh… shaft through her golden globes.
“Cum on me, Matty…” my personal pretty princess pleaded, gazing up at me adoringly with amazing eyes full of amber flame. “Cover my face with your liquid love.”
“SSSAAAMMM!!!” I cried out as I stabbed forward one final time, feeling her heavenly hooters hugging every last inch of my rod until the front end of it opened up and shot out a single spurt of scalding semen that splashed against Sam’s chin.
My girlfriend quickly released her grip of her own globes and snatched up my shaft in hand, rapidly pumping my prick while angling it upwards so that the subsequent shots splattered against her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and across her gaping mouth. A few shots squirted inside, and as my hips sagged forward, Sam captured my cockhead between her lips. And while I held the headboard with white knuckles, I let my pelvis push forward until my prick pressed up against the entrance of her throat, firing a few final jets of jizz into the back of my blonde beauty’s mouth.
Even after I had finished cumming, Sam kept her grip on my ass tight to keep her face full of my turgid tool. She groaned and I swear she had another orgasm of her own at the mental high of her loving boyfriend finding his pleasure from her body. I certainly knew that -I- always got a mental high knowing that she found her pleasure from mine. And even when I started to retract myself out and to give her some space to breathe, she never quite let me out of her mouth, panting for breath with a couple of inches of cock resting atop her tongue before she sealed her lips around my shaft and sedately kept sucking on my schlong like it was her favorite binkie.
But eventually she had to let go of my ass and let me pull out completely. Rather than sit back atop her chest, I swung a leg over her body and did a backwards pivot to drop into a seated position beside her, my back against the headboard. Sam panted for breath beside me, eyes a little glassy and a dreamy smile on her cum-covered face. And it was only after I’d been grinning down at her for a minute that she finally recovered enough to look up at me with a pleasantly satisfied grin of her own.
“Mmm… I love the way you wake me up in the mornings,” she murmured in a tone of deep satisfaction.
“I love waking up next to you, period,” I replied in a tone just as deeply satisfied.
“I love being next to you, period.”
“I love you, period.”
“I love y-- Oh, shit. Is that the time?!” Sam sputtered. Mid-response, she’d dropped her gaze past my belly and over to the nightstand clock. And suddenly she was a whirling dervish of action as she rolled off my bed and scampered straight out the door stark naked, the wonderful jiggle of her bubble butt disappearing from view. I heard her duck into the adjacent upstairs bathroom and turn on the shower, and only then did I check the clock myself.
It wasn’t late exactly, but it was certainly later than Sam’s typical school day schedule. Only then did it really sink in that today was a Wednesday and that Sam wasn’t actually supposed to spend the night with me last night.
The four of us slept together on Friday nights and Sam would get me all to herself on Saturday nights: that was the plan. But my three girlfriends and I had gone back home for the weekend to visit with the other four members of The BTC one last time before Zofi had to fly off to Princeton and both Alice and Mari headed down south to start their college life at UCLA and Caltech, respectively. The eight of us had enjoyed that time together immensely, but it also meant that Sam never got her one-on-one night with me, and she hadn’t done so in over a week. So after last night’s foursome, when both Belle and Naimh teamed up to suggest Sam stay with me, it hadn’t taken much convincing to get her to agree to fall asleep in my arms.
But now she was paying the price, so when Sam rushed back into the room after a quick splash and dash shower and started hunting around for her clothes, I was quick to apologize, “I’m sorry for making you late. I should’ve reset my alarm to an earlier time.”
Sam smiled at me while she bounced around the room half rubbing herself down (all over) with a towel as fast as she could while simultaneously snatching up articles of clothing with her massive melons jiggling and juggling every which way, which made me just a bit dizzy trying to take in every inch of her incredible naked body all at once. “You still apologize too much. It’s not your fault that I’m late; I’m a big girl who can take responsibility for my own decisions.”
“Still,” I began with a wince, “I wonder if it wouldn’t have been better for me to wake you up and kick you out of my bed rather than push myself into you while you were still sleeping.”
“Oh, Matty…” Shaking her head with a rueful grin, Sam crawled onto the bed and bent to give me a deep kiss. She moaned and twisted her tongue up with mine, clearly enjoying the intimate embrace. And when she finally pulled back with a sigh, she shook her head and said, “Spending the night in your arms was… incredible, and I wouldn’t have traded this morning for the world. I loved the way you woke me up. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I replied warmly.
“So don’t worry about me. I’m a little behind schedule, yes, but I’ll manage.” She flashed me a playful smirk. “You’ll have to sort out your own brekkie though, hmm?”
I chuckled and parroted back, “I’ll manage.”
“Good on ya, but I gotta run.” She scrambled off the bed and scampered for the door, exclaiming over her shoulder, “Love you, Matty!”
“Love you too!” I called after her.
And as I heard her steps thunder down the stair treads, I sat back in bed and started to relax.
Things would be alright.
****
As it turned out, I didn’t need to sort out my own brekkie. Naimh had planned ahead, realizing that Sam would likely end up behind schedule after spending the night with me, so she’d gotten up early to make breakfast for everyone. She’d even pre-made a spinach and egg omelet wrap and a travel mug of coffee for Sam to just grab and go.
Both of my remaining girlfriends were already at the dining table when I arrived, and I felt like quite the pampered royal taking a seat to find everything already laid out for me. Naimh played footsie with me beneath the table while Belle reached over to rub my thigh, but neither girl tried to start up another sex session or anything. The three of us then grabbed our bags and left the house, walking together as we headed for campus.
Per our normal Monday/Wednesday routine, Naimh held my hand for the walk from our house onto campus while Belle followed behind us. When we reached our usual intersection, my redheaded girlfriend gave me a quick kiss and then bounced away towards the Biology buildings while Belle happily slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained. The Engineering buildings were first, so when we reached my classroom, my petite “little sister” jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist so she could give me a passionate French kiss. I let her snog me for a minute before relaxing my grip as a signal for her to put her feet down. And then I patted her ass while she flashed me a pixie wink and then spun around to head off towards Chemistry.
I walked into the auditorium-style lecture hall and sauntered down the steps to my usual seat on the aisle in the fourth row, nodding silently to the familiar faces of my classmates. We were settling into our third week of school so I knew most of the ones who sat close to me by name now, although I hadn’t gone out of my way to make close friends with any of them and the seat beside me remained open.
Professor Dussander, a stodgy old graybeard who taught Engineering 10: Engineering Design and Analysis, stood at the lectern fielding pre-class questions from students. I busied myself taking out my notebook and glancing at my notes from Monday’s class while the babbling conversations of the other freshmen around me created a blanket of omnipresent white noise.
That omnipresent white noise was so familiar to me that its sudden absence caught my attention as the freshman hushed and the sound of high heels rhythmically striking individual stair treads replaced it. I glanced up and found that Professor Dussander was still patiently talking to the students in front of him, so I realized that we weren’t about to start the lecture or anything. Only then did I glance back over my shoulder and discover the source of those high-heel strikes.
She was a beautiful, busty bombshell with honey-blonde hair pinned up in a no-nonsense bun save for two long tendrils framing her face: what would’ve been termed ‘slut strands’ were she a snowboarder. Rectangular glasses perched on her dainty nose, neatly framing her bright-blue irises. And she was dressed in a well-tailored black suit jacket and skirt combo that would’ve fit right alongside the ones currently in Sam’s closet.
Murmurs followed about six rows behind her like the trailing wake of a sleek boat racing across the bay as she strutted up to the front of the class and straight up to the professor. The doddering old codger didn’t even notice her approach and continued conversing with the two students before him until they both went silent and gawked at the gorgeous newcomer. Only then did he finally turn and smile, nodding as if he expected her. And a moment later he dismissed the two students and called the rest of the class to attention while the beautiful blonde remained standing beside him.
“As some of you know, Jerome unfortunately had to take a leave of absence. As such, we will have a new Teaching Assistant for the rest of the semester,” Professor D announced in his typically loud but somewhat quavering voice. “This is Skylar Sutcliffe, currently in the second year of her PhD program, and she will be taking over as of today. She’ll be emailing all of you with her contact information and office hours schedule after class. Please turn in all of your assignments to her the same way you were turning them into Jerome. Are there any questions?”
A hand apparently went up at the back, because Professor D pointed upwards and asked, “Yes?”
“Will that email with your contact information include your phone number?” a boorish idiot named Franklin hollered. It wasn’t a huge surprise since the guy had seemingly set out to establish himself as the class clown by frequently asking stupid questions and making a variety of questionably humorous remarks over the past several weeks.
Skylar’s smile was as thin as her narrowed eyes as she pointedly stared up at the guy as if he were the lowest form of cockroach, and she replied quite succinctly, “No.”
Professor D sighed while shooting a scolding look up at Franklin before turning to survey the rest of the class. “Any other questions…? No? Then let’s get started.”
****
I walked out of my Wednesday morning class expecting to find the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen waiting for me right outside, and sure enough my freckled Irish redhead bounced up to me with a beaming smile, greeting happily, “Matty!”
Naimh came to a stop, and a split-second later her boobs stopped jiggling as well. The weather was still fairly warm, so she wore a low-cut, scoop-necked summer blouse with frilly cap sleeves and spray-painted jeans that really hugged her spectacular ass. She didn’t dry-hump my leg or anything but we still came together for a sweet kiss, and then we each wrapped an arm around the small of the other’s back while falling into step together, heading northward to go get lunch.
“How’s your day going so far?” I asked casually while squeezing her side to tug her against mine.
“Much better, now that I’m with you,” she replied quite sincerely, gazing with adoration into my eyes to make sure I understood that she meant every single word. “How about you?”
“The chance to see you waiting for me outside the doors as I come out of class makes the tedious lecture completely worthwhile,” I told her, meaning every single word.
“Given the choice, you’d still be happy to see me without the lecture.”
“This is also true. Just as long as I get to see you.”
Naimh’s emerald-green eyes sparkled, and I could see the obvious arousal in her eyes, as if she were ready to tackle me into the grass, fish out my cock, and impale herself on me here and now in front of everyone. But she merely grinned and waggled her eyebrows, communicating her desire to do all that without actually doing it. And instead she reached over to rub my belly, saying, “C’mon, let’s feed this monster.”
My stomach literally growled on cue.
****
“Is someone feeling a little frisky?” I asked, squeezing my redheaded girlfriend’s hand atop the 4-person restaurant table and trying not to squirm while she worked her toes between my thighs and into my crotch.
“Whenevra’me not feelin’ a wee bit frisky?” Naimh challenged with a smirk.
I grinned and waggled my eyebrows at her, already thinking of all the naughty things we could do… to… each other once we got back home.
Seemingly on the same wavelength, Naimh grinned as well, revealing twin rows of pearly white teeth clenched together. “Why does that gorgeous blonde keep looking at you?” she then asked between her clenched teeth, barely moving her lips while squeezing my hand a little harder than expected.
I blinked at Naimh in surprise and then followed the general direction of her gesturing irises to gather that the blonde girl in question was behind me and to the right. So I started to turn around and look, but my girlfriend suddenly gripped my hands even tighter, abruptly arresting my body’s rotation.
“Don’t look,” she hissed through gritted teeth.
I blushed, belatedly realizing how obvious that would’ve been. I turned my head fractionally to the side, putting the back of my head in the direction of said blonde girl so that there would be no way she could read my lips, and I muttered quietly, “How am I supposed to answer that question if I have no idea who you’re talking about?”
Thankfully, the ambient noise of a busy college town restaurant during lunch hour most certainly prevented my voice from carrying very far, but Naimh could still hear me. She pursed her lips, tilted her head to the side, and giggled about nothing in particular while playing with her copper-red hair. She then grinned and mumbled through her closed teeth, “Blonde. Black suit. Big tits.”
“Sam?” I sat up and started to turn again, but Naimh’s nails dug into my hand to stop me again.
Her mouth twisted in a grin. “Glasses. Blue eyes. Sexy strands of hair framing her face just begging to be pulled.”
I popped my eyebrows in surprise. “Skylar!?”
Naimh leaned forward and squeezed my hand. “You DO know her.” This time she didn’t bother to try and mask her mouth. And before I could say a thing, the impulsive redhead stood up from her seat, took a step past me, and then called out, “Heyyy! It’s Skylar, right? This place is so packed. Did you want to sit with us?”
My eyes were wide as my heart had leaped into my throat. What if it hadn’t been Skylar? But as it turned out it didn’t matter: it WAS my new T.A. from Professor Dussander’s E10 class. She looked as surprised as I felt to see Naimh walk right up to her and invite her over to our table. And before I realized what was going on, Naimh had taken the girl by the elbow and led her over to join us.
I blinked in surprise and abruptly pushed my chair back to stand up politely, only making it halfway and ending up in a sort of awkward hunch with my butt sticking out. Naimh slid back into her chair against the window while gesturing for Skylar to take the seat beside her.
A bit wide-eyed and looking uncertain as to how she’d found herself sitting down at our table, the second-year grad student who was probably five years older than us set down her “to go” bag on the table. She then looked blankly at me for a second before turning her attention to the grinning redhead.
“Well, Matty? Aren’t you gonna introduce us?” Naimh asked with a bit of a smirking challenge in her eyes. She wasn’t mad at me or anything - it wasn’t hard to tell when her Irish temper was flaring up - and I calmed down enough to find my voice.
Sort of.
“Uhhh… well…” I stammered like an idiot before taking a deep breath and starting over. “Skylar, this is my girlfriend, Neevie. Neevie, this is the new T.A. for my E10 class, Skylar. Although today was her first day and she and I never formally met. So… uh… hi, Skylar. My name is--”
“You’re Matt,” Skylar interjected for me in a surprisingly husky voice with an unexpected upper-crust English accent, nodding slowly. “Professor D called on you a couple of times. I remember the name.”
I blinked in surprise. “Right. Pleased to meet you.” I extended a hand across the table, and with a smile, Skylar shook it.
“Pleased to meet you,” she replied politely and then turned her attention to my girlfriend. “And pleased to meet you as well, uh, Neevie?”
“Neevie,” my girlfriend confirmed with a nod and a curious look. Gesturing towards the newcomer, she asked speculatively, “Yorkshire?”
Skylar blushed. “Indeed. Moved here for University.”
“Been there once. Grew up ou’syda Galway me’self,” Naimh replied, gesturing to herself. “Moved end of secon’dry school.”
“Ah,” Skylar said with a nod. “Well… ah… thank you for offering to share the table, especially with someone neither of you had ever really met.”
“Well I knew that I’dnever met you,” Naimh replied, her eyes a bit narrow. “But from the way you were looking at Matty, I’d assumed you certainly knew him.”
“Oh, no, not before today,” Skylar insisted, clearly a bit defensive. “It’s not what you think. This really was my first day T.A.’ing his class and I wasn’t like… checking out your boyfriend or anything.”
Neevie turned her attention to me. “But he’s certainly worth checking out. So handsome.”
I blushed a bit but managed to keep my cool, arching an eyebrow and shooting my girlfriend a look that clearly asked, ‘What are you up to?’
But Neevie returned her gaze back to Skylar. “That said, there must’ve been a half-dozen cute guys in his class. Did he provide some brilliant solution to a problem to catch your attention?”
Skylar’s eyes got big. “No, no, nothing like that. I told you, I wasn’t checking out your boyfriend. Honestly.”
“Except that you were… well… checking out my boyfriend,” Neevie stated rather flatly. “Did you follow us here from class or something?”
“What? No. I didn’t. I wasn’t. Honestly. This whole thing was total coincidence. I get hummus wraps here all the time.” Skylar reached into the bag and pulled a hummus wrap and waved it as if it was the critical piece of evidence that would absolve her of all guilt. “Please. I know better than to scope out another girl’s boyfriend.”
“Then why were you scoping him out?” Naimh asked rather accusingly. “I counted five, six times you stared at him - and me - from the time you came into the café.”
At that point, I completely expected Skylar to bolt. She had a deer-in-the-headlights look about her and figured she was three seconds from slamming her hummus wrap back into her bag and then sprinting out the door. I felt bad for her and didn’t want someone who had influence over my grades to feel any kind of animosity towards me over my jealous girlfriend giving her the third degree, so I leaned forward across the table to grasp Naimh’s hand and began gently, “Hey, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything--”
“I wasn’t trying to scope out your boyfriend,” Skylar insisted. “The first time I ever laid eyes on him was right before class when that cute little… uhhh…”
Naimh’s eyes sharpened as Skylar’s voice trailed off. And she pursed her lips while leaning forward like a predatory cat sensing an opportunity to pounce when Skylar’s blue irises got HUGE behind her glasses and she abruptly covered her mouth as she realized she’d said too much.
But then a lightbulb popped on above my head. “Oh, shit. I get it!”
Skylar winced, one hand still clapped over her mouth while she stared at me with crinkled eyebrows and a mortified look in her eyes.
But Naimh had already turned her attention to me as well. “Get what?”
I gestured across the table. “She saw Belle making out with me before class. That cute little… I’m guessing you were going to say ‘girl’? She wasn’t staring at me to check me out. She was staring at me because she saw Belle jump up and wrap her legs around my waist while cramming her tongue down my throat, and then she comes in here and sees me flirting with you, with your foot in my crotch and all that.”
“Ohhh!” Naimh turned to Skylar with a knowing grin. “So you were staring at us because you thought he was cheating on me! Or cheating on Belle. One of the two. Or both.”
Skylar blinked three times, very slowly. Her hand fell away from her face and she eventually muttered in confusion, “Ummm… he’s not?”
Naimh grinned. “It’s a long story.”
****
“Hey Matty?” Belle called. “Oyster sauce.”
“Got it,” I replied, setting down my knife and then stepping away from the cutting board and the onions I’d been chopping. When I went over to the cabinet, moisture in my eyes briefly clouded my vision so I had to pause and clench my eyes shut to blink away the tears. But eventually I was able to see clearly, so I moved directly behind my little shorty and then reached up into the cabinet straight over the top of her head.
I heard her giggle and felt her wiggle her tushie back at my crotch. In the meantime, I retrieved the oyster sauce from the top shelf and set it down on the counter in front of Belle next to the other cutting board where she was cutting thin strips of beef.
“Thank you!” she said cheerily.
I didn’t reply verbally, but I did grab Belle’s butt and give it a firm squeeze before returning to my onions.
“Can -I- ask you to get something for me off a high shelf and pay you by letting you grab my ass?” Lily asked sweetly from her spot by the doorway. She had her arms folded beneath her big breasts, lifting them and squishing them together with her upper arms, and she batted her eyelashes prettily when I turned to arch an eyebrow at her.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head rather than answer that particular question. Meanwhile, Belle glanced over at her new shorty friend and said, “Take the glasses outside to the table, will ya?”
“No problem.” Fortunately, the glasses were on the bottom shelf of an upper cabinet and within easy reach. Lily collected six of them and then carried them out and into the backyard. The weather was perfect for a backyard dinner, and the other three girls were already outside.
For another couple of minutes, Belle and I puttered around the kitchen on autopilot, working in silence without the need to chit-chat. I dumped the onion skins into the trash can beneath the sink and then Belle nudged her elbow into my hip while I was washing my hands, so I smoothly slid out of the way and crossed the kitchen to dry my hands on the dish towel hanging on the oven door handle instead of the dish towel by the sink.
But even while she was still washing her hands, Belle turned around to glance at me and ask, “So what’s this Neevie tells me about you two having lunch with your sexy T.A.?”
There was that record scratch sound again.
I blinked and froze while still holding on the dish towel. A moment later, I turned to look back at her over my shoulder, asking, “Um, what?”
Belle smirked as she shut off the water, dried her hands on the dish towel by the sink, and then stepped over to the range to start stir-frying dinner. “I think you heard me. What? Did you think Neevie was going to keep a hottie checking you out all to herself?” she stated with a world of innuendo in her tone before turning on the burner and then grabbing a bamboo spatula.
“Skylar wasn’t checking me out,” I muttered while cocking my ears for any hints of the back door opening and any of the girls coming into the house.
Belle kept stirring as the food started to sizzle, “Not the way Neevie tells it. And don’t take offense, but her horny babe radar is a bit more refined than yours.”
I rolled my eyes but didn’t contradict her.
“Tall, blonde, big boobs,” Belle continued. “Smart, sexy accent, not to mention the power suit and skirt on a college campus. Sounds like your type.”
I chuckled and whispered into her ear, “I have many types, including big-boobed, strawberry-blonde pixies who want me to crush them into the mattress and ask them ‘In or out?’ as I’m ramping up to blasting their snug little pussies full of all my creamy cum.”
Belle shivered before tossing a look over her shoulder and smirking, “As long as they have big boobs.”
“Big boobs are good. Big boobs are definitely ‘my type’.” I grinned and reached under her apron to give hers a squeeze. “Lucky me.”
My little pixie playfully wriggled my hand away before sobering. “Just… what’s the deal with this Skylar chick?”
I shrugged. “There’s no deal. Never met her before today. Never even spoke to her until after Neevie did! And the only reason Neevie spoke to her is because she kept staring at me because she saw YOU jumping up into my arms and kissing me before class!”
Belle shrugged. “And what, you think I’m gonna stop jumping up into your arms and kissing you before class?”
“Well, no.”
My petite cutie smirked and turned back to her wok. “So you’re saying that nothing’s going on between you and Skylar.”
“Absolutely nothing.”
“And you never, ever will?”
“Why would I? She’s my T.A. She’s five years older than me. And I’ve already got my hands full with you, Neevie, and Sam.”
“So you’re never gonna blow a massive load inside her soaking wet pussy so I can slurp it out?”
“Is that ALL you think about whenever you see a hot girl walking by?”
“Umm, pretty much, yeah.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you, Matty. Crazy for you.”
****
The six of us enjoyed a pleasant meal out in the back yard, but despite the warm afternoon the air started to rapidly chill after the sun went down around seven o’clock. We all headed inside and reassembled around the living room and the girls cued up Dawson’s Creek on the television.
For those of you fortunate enough to have never watched an episode, Dawson’s Creekwas a famous (infamous?) teen drama about a close-knit group of sex-obsessed friends that more or less centered around the romantic foibles of a guy named Dawson and his love-triangle with his female best friend, Joey, and their male friend, Pacey. It was full of teen angst, racy plots, and fast-paced dialogue. So of course all five girls with me were absolutely hooked.
Well, except for Sam. My workaholic girlfriend started off on the couch next to me with my right arm draped around her shoulders, but twenty minutes into the episode she said she had some homework on her mind and got up to go into her bedroom. I still had Neevie under my left arm, so it wasn’t like I was going without female company to entertain me while I rolled my eyes at the overly dramatic plotlines playing out on the TV. Eva was slumped in the armchair. And Belle and Lily sat together on the other couch.
I really was bored watching the TV show, so I let my fingers do a little walking and wound up with my left palm directly over Naimh’s left breast. She almost absentmindedly reached up to put her hand over mine, really molding my fingers around her globe. She was still wearing the low-cut, scoop-necked summer blouse with frilly cap sleeves, and a minute later, she guided my hand beneath the neckline so that I could palm her breast directly skin-to-skin.
Giggling from the side drew my attention to the other couch, and I found both Belle and Lily staring at us. Belle was whispering something into Lily’s ear. Lily whispered back, which caused Belle to shake her head enthusiastically and lightly give her friend a push. And so, with a heady grin, the neighbor girl got up from her seat and scampered the short gap between the couches before she could think better of it and settled down hip-to-hip in the empty space next to me. Without a word, the curvy little Hawaiian then girl grabbed my right arm and pulled it across her shoulders. And while Naimh of course noticed the other girl’s arrival, she merely smiled at Lily before returning her attention to the screen.
I couldn’t help but notice how good Lily smelled, seemingly a combination of coconut body lotion and the plumeria flower tucked behind her right ear. When she turned her head, I could feel the flower’s soft petals lightly brush the skin of my arm, and it was a pleasant feeling indeed.
Due to Lily’s shorter height, my hand was down around her right elbow while she snuggled up against my side. Things seemed innocent enough for now, so I wasn’t inclined to try moving it. And Lily pillowed her head against the side of my chest and lost herself in the TV show.
But a few minutes later she reached across with her left hand and took hold of my right hand. At first, she seemed inclined to tug it down so that I’d palm her ass or something, but then she glanced over at Naimh and shifted herself away from me. I thought Lily was going to get up and remove my arm entirely, so I started to pull my arm back, but she gripped my wrist and didn’t let go. And I soon discovered she’d merely put herself at the proper distance away so that when she bent my elbow and guided my hand down the front of her blouse, my palm settled neatly around the bare skin of her 32DD melon.
The only illumination in the room came from a table lamp between the two couches and the TV screen. I glanced down to find Lily staring up at me, the white reflection of the screen in her eyes. She looked nervous, as if she’d just taken a bolder step than she’d ever done in her life and still wasn’t sure how things would turn out. And I could almost hear the thoughts racing through her mind wondering whether or not I was interested in her, whether or not I’d get upset, or even whether or not I’d just fuck her and then discard her like a disposable conquest.
I realized that pulling my hand away would feel like a rejection, but I also didn’t want to lead her on. Lily had been a regular presence in my college life for a few weeks now, and I considered her “a friend” even if not hale aikāne just yet. I still didn’t know yet where this relationship was going - I knew Belle had pitched her on joining The BTC 2.0 harem but I’d also made clear I wasn’t looking for additional romantic complications beyond the three girlfriends I already had - but could also tell that Lily and I would need to sit down together at some point without the others around and make sure we were on the same page lest somebody’s feelings get hurt.
But not right now or anything. Later. We could talk later.
In the meantime, I merely gave Lily a warm smile and then turned my gaze to the TV. My palm I let stay cupped around her breast, lightly squeezing it. I felt the texture of her pebbly nipple between my fingertips and couldn’t help but use a fingernail to give it the lightest scratch. I felt Lily shiver beneath my touch and then giggle, most likely while shooting a glance at Belle. And it was with that thought in mind that I glanced over at my impish pixie and found her giving Lily a not-so-subtle double-thumbs-up with a shit-eating grin.
****
“So? Eventful day today?” Naimh asked as she came into my bedroom wearing a diaphanous lace peignoir in emerald-green that matched her eyes. She wore black thong panties beneath but no bra, and I could see her pale pink areolas shifting beneath the lace as she walked. “New blonde hottie checking you out and then Lily putting a move on you on the couch earlier?”
I arched an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call it ‘eventful’. Lily’s been flirting with me for days now and it almost feels like high school again with one of the original BTC girls ‘practicing’ with the safe guy she hopefully knows won’t take advantage of her.” I mimed the air quotes around ‘practicing’.
“And we all know you eventually ended up fucking all of the original BTC girls who had been ‘practicing’ with you.” She mimed the air quotes as well while sliding onto the bed alongside me. “Or do you really think Lily will settle for nothing more than a boob massage?”
“I make no assumptions about where this thing with Lily is going,” I repeated. “The same as I made no assumptions about Alice, Mari, Zofi, or anyone else. Actually, the only one I was ever completely sure about was you, because you made your intentions VERY clear.”
“VERY clear,” Naimh affirmed with sparkling emerald eyes and puckered lips.
“So clear I predict that my gorgeous girlfriend is gonna give me a great big kiss in three… two… one…”
Naimh giggled as I drew her into my arms, and we lost ourselves in making out for a minute. She took the dominant position, parking my head on a pillow and pressing down to direct our liplock while the fingernails of her right hand scratched my bare chest. But when she pulled back, I resumed the conversation right where we’d left off.
“Lily may ultimately decide she doesn’t want to do anything further with me, and if so that’s totally fine.” I shrugged noncommittally. “And if she does want to continue further, well… The egotistical horndog inside me wants to fuck everything with a pair of tits, sure, but I didn’t come here looking to rack up a high score. I very much value quality over quantity, and I’ve tried to make clear that my top priority in all this is maintaining - and growing - my relationships with the three of you. If I ever start to believe moving things forward with Lily will compromise any of that, I’m going to have to find a way to gently let her down.”
Naimh nodded slowly. “I’ve seen the way you managed the seven of us before. I’m pretty sure you can handle four, and maybe even five if Eva shows any interest.”
I pursed my lips and regarded my girlfriend steadily. “Shouldn’t you prefer I keep things platonic with Lily and Eva? As it stands, this is your first one-on-one night with me since last week. We’re supposed to be making an effort to spend more quality time together outside the bedroom. So why on earth would you want me to add any additional girls to my intimate life when you’re already sharing me with Sam and Belle?”
Naimh frowned. “It’s not that I want you to add additional girls to your intimate life. Confession time: I did feel a flareup of jealousy when I realized Skylar was checking you out at the café.”
I rolled my eyes. “Skylar was NOT checking me out at the café. She was just trying to sort out whether or not I was a two-timing jerk after seeing me with you at the lunch table a couple hours after seeing Belle shove her tongue down my throat.”
“You’re such a boy.” Naimh smirked and gave a wry shake of her head. “YES, Matty. Skylar WAS checking you out.”
“No she wasn’t.”
“Yes she was. A girl can tell.”
I pursed my lips and frowned. “But why would she?”
“Why wouldn’t she? You’re handsome and tall. She said you spoke up a few times in class so she knows you’re smart and have a measure of confidence. And you’re evidently a good enough catch to be with not one, but two beautiful young babes. It’s basic biology.”
“Biology? I’m not following.”
“You’re a male. You’re hardwired to propagate your genetic code by fertilizing as many females as you can and produce offspring that will continue your hereditary line. This also means defending the females you consider to be ‘yours’ from being fertilized by any rival males and thus preventing you from propagating your genetic code - not to mention spending your limited time and resources raising another male’s progeny.” Naimh grinned. “Females, on the other hand, are hardwired to seek the strongest male with the most resources who can not only protect her, but also provide her with offspring and subsequently protect said offspring until they reach maturity. Hence all the gold-diggers in the world.”
“I think that’s an oversimplification.”
“Well, less-developed species follow this basic genetic instinct more strictly than homo sapiens, sure. And humans like to think they’ve evolved to think and reason beyond such primordial programming, but the basic programming is still there. You’re a catch, Matty, and Skylar knows it.”
“I’m a lowly freshman dweeb and she’s an older grad student. I’m not a catch.”
“Matty, m’love: you’re a catch,” Naimh insisted. “Exactly how many nymphomaniac girlfriends begging you to stick it in their arses will it take to drill that into your skull?”
I frowned. “So what happens when you see some other guy who is taller, stronger, and richer than me? Someone who would be better able to protect and provide for your eventual offspring? Are you gonna feel some primordial instinct to leave me for him?”
“Pssht, no. I love you, Matty,” she said sincerely. “And I’m in a great situation, not only with you but also with such great friends in Sam and Belle. I have a path to my Happily Ever After with you and with them. I’m not gonna risk that on some unknown quantity. Besides…”
Naimh had been lightly scratching my chest, but as her voice trailed off, she slid her right hand down into my pajama pants and wrapped her cool fingers around my limp prick. She started by tickling my balls and then squeezing my now semi-hard shaft. And after scooting down the bed a bit, she tugged my waistband down to my upper thighs, began pumping her hand up and down my rapidly expanding rod, and then gave my mushroom head a quick kiss.
“Besides…” she continued, “I already know this cock is in the top one percent of all cocks on the planet. I’m never gonna find anything better than this.”
And then she promptly ducked her head down, surrounding my shaft with her warm and wet mouth, pushing herself all the way down until the first few inches sank into her throat.
I groaned and slipped my fingers into her lustrous copper hair. Naimh moaned and bobbed her head up and down a few times, audibly slurping. And then after a few practice plunges, she deep-throated me completely, sealing her lips around the very base of my big dick.
“Fuuuuck, Neevie,” I groaned. “That always feels amazing…”
She popped off a moment later, still stroking my shaft and smiling at me with my cockhead between us. “I’ll bet Skylar’s fingering herself in bed right now fantasizing about doing exactly what I’m doing right now.”
“Ugh, back to Skylar again?”
“I have you, Matty. And I have no need or interest in ever finding myself another man but you,” Naimh told me matter-of-factly. “But Skylar was checking you out because she’s single. She doesn’t have a strong male to love and protect her, so she’s driven by that primordial instinct to find a quality man, even if he’s already taken. With her good looks and stature, I wouldn’t be surprised if a beourlike that had already stolen a man once or twice in her life.”
I frowned. “Are you worried she’s gonna somehow steal me?”
“Not at all. I was very propah ‘bout mahkin’ me terra’tree wit’ya.”
I chuckled and reached down to rub her cheek. “I love it when your thickened accent slips in.”
“Som’thin else is thick’nin that I wanna slip in…” Naimh grinned, deep-throated me again, and bobbed her head up and down a few times before pulling off and then getting up onto all fours. She quickly slipped her thong panties down and then crawled forward, parking herself in position directly over my hips. And without further ceremony, she held my cock erect and then sank herself down. “Mmmm… yyyeeeaaahhh…”
I groaned as her exquisite slice of heaven surrounded my stiff schlong.
“Mine,” Naimh claimed while clenching her cunt around my cock, her emerald eyes glittering.
“Just yours?”
She giggled, an action that did wonderful things to her inner muscles surrounding my shaft. “Well, mine and Belle’s and Sam’s. And maybe Lily’s. And maybe Eva’s.”
“But not Skylar’s.”
She gave me a curious look. “Do YOU wanna fuck Skylar?”
“No, no, of course not.” I focused on unbolting my girlfriend’s peignoir and then parting the two halves so that I could slide my palms up her midsection and then cup her fantastic, freckled breasts. Focusing my gaze on the Irish beauty’s face, I stated sincerely, “I was just trying to make clear to you that I have no interest in hooking up with anyonebeyond the girls who are already in my life.”
“Yet.” Naimh grinned. “Anyone beyond the girls who are already in your life yet. It’s still early in the school year, Matty. We happened to blunder into Lily and Eva the first day we moved in. There’s still plenty of time for us to meet really nice girls who can eventually become part of The BTC 2.0.”
I raised my eyebrows. “There’s still plenty of time to meet really handsome guys who just might measure up to that one percent you were talking about earlier.”
My girlfriend frowned at me. “Do you really think I could ever fall for another man but you?”
“I don’t want to think you ever could, but like you said: it’s still early in the school year.”
Naimh looked hurt. “Do you really have such little faith in me?”
“No, no. It’s not that. I do have faith in you. I was just trying to say that none of us can truly know what the future holds.”
“Well -I- know what my future holds,” Naimh stated emphatically, leaning forward to plant both hands on my shoulders. Her eyes blazed with green fire as she stared down at me, flaming hot and yet icy cold in their intensity, so magnetic that I didn’t even notice her pendulous breasts swaying between us.
Rather than ask a stupid question, I merely arched my eyebrows and waited.
“My future is with you, Matty. Our roots are permanently entwined, and it’s inconceivable that we should ever part. We’re young and we’ve just barely started college, I know. But I’d marry you tomorrow morning if you’d have me. We’re past breathless excitement now. I still feel erotic passion for you, sure, but my love is NOT defined by passion any longer. ‘Being in love’ has burned away. Love itself is what I feel, and I feel it only for you.”
“I love you too, Neevie,” I told her sincerely.
Naimh’s emerald-green eyes flared in answer as she grinned and then kissed me, pouring all of her heart and passion into me through her mouth. I could feel her desperation. But I could also feel her love.
Her taste filled my lips.
Her scent filled my nose.
My world exploded… like a supernova… and for a moment my universe was blanketed in endless white.
When the world came back to me, I found myself rolling over. I blinked and suddenly found myself on top of her, my Irish redheaded girlfriend’s lush body splayed out before me. Our loins had become disjoined, but she had her arms around my neck and her legs were spread open wide. And she stared up at me with infinite pools of endless adoration in her eyes, beckoning me within.
“I’m yours forever, Matty,” she crooned with a pleading tone. “Come claim me.”
And then I thrust.
****
The six of us had just finished dinner on Friday evening when the doorbell rang… and then rang again… and then rang again.
We were all still seated around the dining table (the weather had sharply cooled off) and the girls were discussing what movie we should watch for our regular Friday night hang-out. Lily was stealing doe-eyed looks at me clearly looking forward to repeating Wednesday evening’s couch cuddle and feeling my hand on her bare breast again.
When the bell rang a fourth time I pushed my chair back to get up and go see who was at the door, eyebrows furrowed in thought as I wondered who it might be. Sam also pushed her chair back and wordlessly followed me into the short hallway.
I flipped on the porchlight, checked the peephole, and then suddenly jerked my head back in surprise. I then hastily flipped open the deadbolt and unhooked the chain lock before twisting the doorknob and yanking the door open.
Hollister “Holly” Thompson in all her effervescent glory thrust both arms up into the air, cheering enthusiastically…
“What up, bitches?!?”
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