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VIP-BTC2: Chapter 74
🕑 Added 2023-06-26 19:00:59 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 74: I’ll See You Soon --
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Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.
“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She gagged a little and briefly pulled her head off. Continuing to pump her left hand up and down the length of my shaft, she took a deep breath and accepted my mushroom head back between her lips, kissing it and licking the sensitive underside instead of trying to bob her head back and forth.
My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-brunette head in my lap. Zofi looked up at me, her brilliant blue eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I’d awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with her left hand.
“Morning, mój skarbie,” I greeted pleasantly, reaching up to caress her face. She tilted her head to the side, letting my mushroom head dent out her cheek, and for a brief second I felt the distinctly odd sensation of my own hand applying pressure to my cockhead through Zofi’s skin.
But then the lissome brunette pulled her mouth off me and crawled up the length of my body. We were both completely naked, and I felt her erect little nipples dragging up every inch of my chest. A moment later she kissed me tenderly, with more pleasant affection than raw passion. I let my hands roam up and down her naked back before taking hold of her perky buns and fondling them to my heart’s content. And the lovely dark-haired beauty pulled her head up to give me a serene smile while grinding her pelvis down against my morning wood, a twinkle of delight in her eyes while watching the effect she had on me.
I gasped at the pleasure and adjusted my meaty paws on Zofi’s pert buttcheeks. I used her body to lightly masturbate myself, gliding her slippery furrow along my rod like a rail several times back and forth, back and forth. She moaned with her own pleasure at the feeling of her clit pressed down against my soft-but-firm flesh. And when she closed her eyes and arched her long neck to tilt her head away from me, I couldn’t help but latch onto it and suckle lightly.
But I stopped before marking her with a hickey. I’d marked her when she’d first come to me at the beginning of winter break, but that one had plenty of time to heal before she’d have to go back to school and face embarrassing questions. That wasn’t the case anymore.
It was Saturday now.
And Zofi had to fly away.
I was suddenly seized with an urgent need to hold Zofi with all four limbs, so I went ahead and wrapped her up with both arms and hooked my calves around hers to trap her within my embrace. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to grab onto my treasure and never let her go.
Zofi sensed my tension and turned her face to look down at me, her old soul reflecting sympathy in her eternally patient gaze. She smiled, both heartfelt sadness and gracious acceptance on her face, compassion for my ache her top priority despite her own impending separation. She then dipped her lips to mine for a gentle kiss that did wonders to soothe the ache deep inside me. And she kept kissing me and kissing me until my tension melted away.
I didn’t even notice Zofi reaching behind herself to elevate my erection and get me lined up with her entrance. We were mid-kiss when she slid herself back and I suddenly pulled my mouth away to gasp at the unexpected pleasure of my prick pushing deep within my treasure’s perfect pussy.
Zofi pushed herself up on her arms so that she could observe my expression of rapturous ecstasy, sensations she had chosen to share with me despite her homosexual nature. Gifting her body was an act of love, and so we ‘made love’ in its purest form I knew. Her heavy and yet impossibly firm breasts swayed just above my face, at least until she lowered her pendulous bosom to my lips and then smiled as I latched onto a proffered teat and suckled on it like a baby.
And then she turned her face to the side and sighed happily while the platinum-blonde beauty there took hold of her head and mashed their lips together in sweetly Sapphic harmony.
Not only was this Zofi’s last morning with me, but it was her last morning with Sam, too. While the three of us had spent the night together after the gift-wrap-ribbons orgy, all three of us had been a little too wiped-out to really enjoy the next morning. We’d slept in late, almost too late to check out of our rented house. And there had barely been enough time for us all to pack up and load our belongings into our two vehicles, let alone time for sex.
I did find a few minutes to call Mother, though. She was surprised to take my call, but equally happy to do so. I didn’t tell her about my dream or anything like that. I did reiterate my intent to keep in contact with her more often - with a little more heat than I’d originally meant - but she responded that she’d like that. I expressed my gratitude for everything she’d given me, and I told her that I loved her. I heard some of that uncharacteristic warmth in her voice when she replied, which was definitely nice. And the pleasant glow I’d felt afterwards (kinda) helped the post-super-pill massive headache I’d been fighting.
That had been Thursday morning. Now it was Saturday morning back in Berkeley, and I wanted to feel a pleasant glow again.
Presently, I relocated my hands back to Zofi’s pert buttcheeks and used them to help guide her body’s undulations upon my big dick. I watched Sam and Zofi making out and then puckered up when Sam turned her head to kiss me instead. I made love to my Aphrodite with my mouth, tangling our tongues together and then moaning when Zofi worked her inner muscles to bring me that much more pleasure.
We took our time, in no rush to reach an ending. It was about the journey, not the destination, especially since none of us were in any hurry for this particular journey to be over. Zofi rode herself to the brink of orgasm on top of me, with Sam beside us stroking and caressing her long-time best friend. When my treasure’s pleasure peaked, I clutched her to my chest with both arms and held her in my grasp while she shivered and shuddered and sighed in deep-rooted satisfaction.
Zofi suggested she and Sam switch places, but Sam insisted that this morning was for her. We changed positions so that Zofi and I were spooned on our right sides, allowing me to kiss my treasure’s neck, caress her arms, and fondle her breasts while continuing to pump her pussy from behind. Sam was right in front of her, the paired pretty paramours making love to each other with their mouths and Sam with easy access to rub her best friend’s love button.
After Zofi climaxed again though, she asked me to climb on top of her missionary-style. I was more than happy to do so, and she cooed quite happily while I slowly sank my steel-hard schlong straight back into her soaking-wet snatch. She then raised her long, lithe legs to drape them over my shoulders, cradled my head in her hands, and nipped my earlobe before growling in a surprisingly husky voice, “Fuck me, darling. Fuck me.”
So I fucked her.
I fucked her pretty fucking hard, “making love” be damned.
I’d felt a subtle shift inside myself ever since that psychedelic dream I’d experienced the final night in Mammoth Mountain. My rational mind told me that none of it was real – merely the byproduct of stress concerning the inherent instability of my multiple romantic relationships, anxiety over the NBGs imminent departure, and whatever chemicals were in Sam’s super-pills. But unlike most dreams, I could still recall every single second in vivid technicolor. And I hadn’t forgotten my resolution to base my decision-making more on what I wanted for myself instead of simply going with the flow of whatever the girls in my life wanted for me.
Rather than get overly wrapped up in what I thought was best for the girls and subsuming my self-interest for their benefit, I was allowed to recognize my own desires and take action to pursue them.
Case in point: fucking Zofi a little harder felt good. Well, it felt good for me. I could tell she didn’t physically enjoy rough sex as much as the more tender kind, and so often I had been unable to bring myself to really hammer her hard, even when she asked me to. I’d rather tell her ‘It’s fine’ and ‘I don’t need to’, sacrificing my urges for her sake rather than let her sacrifice her comfort for my sake.
But I knew our relationship could afford some give and take. I’d made her cum twice already, I knew she wanted to feel like she’d satisfied me, and a pleasurably sore ache emanating from her rarely stretched feminine muscles on the plane ride home would only make her feel closer to “her darling”. Much in the way she chose to swallow my cum despite disliking the taste, I knew she’d be happy to let me use her body as a masturbatory device for my own selfish pleasure for a little while, hence her verbal encouragement for me to ‘fuck her’.
I couldn’t deny how great it felt to fold her in half beneath me and really lay down the lumber.
I couldn’t deny the energy she gave me when clutching my shoulders while crooning into my ear, “Cum in me, Matty… Fill me with your fertile sperm! Cream me with your powerful seed and claim me forever as your own!”
And I couldn’t deny just how HARD I slammed myself into her when she moaned, “Make me a mommy, Matty! Fuck me and fill me! Give me a baby, Matty! A baby! OUR baby! AAAAHHHH!!!!”
Zofi’s encouragement felt like it made me spurt out a few million extra sperm into her unfortunately eggless womb. We still clutched and shuddered together in climactic ecstasy, the feeling of me filling her spurring Zofi to yet another orgasm. We slumped together and then kissed each other as softly as we’d been violently hammering together only moments before.
Eventually, I pulled out and rolled over onto my back, momentarily spent. Sam was more than happy to take over kissing duties, cradling her longtime lover in her arms. I smiled at the thought that Sam and Zofi had actually been lovers for longer than we had. But then I felt a melancholy sadness that they would soon be separated for a long, long time.
Perhaps forever.
We were coming to the end of an era. One could argue we’d already come to the end of an era when we’d all left home to go to college in different places around the country. But while that had certainly been a major milestone in our lives, today felt so much more… permanent.
It was as if the past five months or so had been a trial separation for The BTC, but now it was time to finalize the divorce. An amicable divorce, to be sure, but still a divorce. Things had been static for too long. It was as if the NBGs had put their lives on hold for an entire semester, and we all knew that couldn’t last forever.
Holly had completely broken up with me… and broken up with the others as well. We’d promised to always remain friends, but the girls hadn’t heard from her in the past week and there were no future plans to get together again soon. Alice had taken interest in a guy and intended to get to know him better. Zofi had told us both that she couldn’t live in the past or survive on fond memories. She needed to move forward with her life. And Mari?
Well, my Mariangel had asked me to let her decide when – or even ‘if’ – she should move on. I had to respect her right to choose for herself.
Zofi would be flying off to Princeton on a red-eye flight tonight. Alice and Mari would fly out tomorrow. While this winter break together had certainly been fun, The BTC as I’d known it was never coming back.
We were evolving. My friends may not have run out of the gates searching for new horizons this past semester. None had yet replaced The BTC as the primary source of love and friendship in their lives. But the only constant was change. Each baby step we took away from each other inevitably gathered momentum. Soon, the primaries in their lives would exist hundreds of miles away from the special friends they’d known in high school. The BTC 2.0, whatever we were becoming, would churn and re-form itself with girls they barely knew. We’d accepted that, even if we didn’t necessarily like it.
Still, we all told each other, “This isn’t ‘goodbye’. It’s ‘I’ll see you soon.’”
In the meantime, we all wanted to at least enjoy today. Sam and Zofi spent a lot of time kissing, but eventually Sam kissed her way down Zofi’s glorious naked body to start slurping out my sperm and swallowing it all down. The pair of bodaciously busty beauties then parked themselves on either side of my hips, giggling and kissing and taking turns reviving my rod with their supple lips and warmly welcoming mouths.
It didn’t take long for me to get hard, especially once my buxom Aussie babe enfolded my rapidly expanding erection within the crevice of her big boobs and started titfucking me with a winning smile on her face. A minute later, Zofi took a turn as well, mashing her firm and supple melons around my prodigious prick and pumping her chest up and down the length of my rigidifying rod. And afterwards, when Zofi insisted that Sam climb onto me and go for a ride, the blonde bombshell didn’t need much convincing.
For a few minutes I focused my attention on my longtime girlfriend: my Aphrodite. I played within the vast wonderland of her bountiful bosom, cradled her face in my hands while we played tonsil hockey, and grinned like an idiot at the sight of my lover’s lush curves put on full display as she humped up and down in my lap. Time seemed to crawl by at a snail’s pace, and for a while it felt like I could watch her big boobies bouncing in slow-motion. But after she bent over a bit to smother my face in her massive mammaries, Sam sat up straight and turned to look over her shoulder and meet her best friend for a fierce kiss.
Zofi had joined in by straddling my legs directly behind Sam, her right hand reaching around to paw at the blonde’s boobs while her left hand slid lower to strum Sam’s little love button. Together, my treasure and I brought the sexy siren sandwiched between us to a quick little climax.
Sam then smiled, gave Zofi a quick kiss, and said, “Thanks, Zofi. But with that out of the way, let’s spend the rest of the morning focused on you.”
The lovely, lissome brunette gave us both a serene smile and then slipped off my legs. With languid grace, she lowered herself face-down across my mattress and grabbed one of my pillows to tuck into the hollow curve between her chin and her breasts. Bending her knees, she let her feet somewhat playfully bounce back and forth in the air while she grinned up at me.
“I’d like my boyfriend to give a massage, please,” Zofi stated primly.
I smiled ear-to-ear. “Delighted to, mój skarbie.”
Sam dismounted me, and although my reptile brain complained at being forcibly removed from the warm and welcoming confines of a wet and willing pussy, the part of me that would always love Zofi forever was more than happy to spend some time giving her one of Matty’s Famous Backrubs. So I rolled up onto my knees, waddled my way across the mattress, and then straddled Zofi’s straightened legs.
And then I saw it.
A pink silicone disc gauging the entrance to Zofi’s colon.
Zofi heard the catch in my breath and glanced back at me over her shoulder, a coy smile on her gorgeous face. “We’re there now, darling.”
I didn’t question her decision. I didn’t waste time asking if she was sure. She’d just gone and put a pink butt-plug in her ass while I’d been occupied with Sam, hadn’t she? She seemed pretty damn sure.
Instead I simply smiled.
And I said sincerely, “Thank you, mój skarbie.”
“It’s all for you.”
****
“Put him in me, Sam,” Zofi murmured drowsily, on the verge of falling asleep.
It had been perhaps ten minutes since I’d first noticed my treasure had gone and put a pink butt-plug in her ass. Since then, I’d been happy to make mój skarbie turn into a relaxed puddle of goo with gentle but firm strokes against her neck, shoulders, and all across her naked back.
I was only semi-hard at this point, having contented myself with hot-dogging Zofi’s buns but more focused on my massage to maintain a concrete erection. But Sam had the solution as the platinum-blonde beauty gave me a wink and a smile before leaning in to kiss me with soulful passion and also grasp my dick to start giving me a wristy.
It didn’t take long for her to get me hard. I’d patiently bided my time while giving Zofi her massage. But in my head I heard Zofi’s sweet voice repeating, We’re there now, darling. I was anxiously eager to bury my big dick into Zofi’s exquisitely tight butt. And Sam happily stroked the length of my shaft with one hand while reaching down to grasp the pink silicone disc covering her best friend’s sphincter.
I continued massaging my treasure’s neck and shoulders right up until she tensed up at the feeling of Sam tugging on the plug. I paused my ministrations and let Zofi exhale slowly, relaxing herself to help Sam pull out the pink butt-plug. Then I watched Sam guide my cockhead to Zofi’s gaping-wide sphincter still slickened with lube, press down ever so gently to get me notched, and finally circle my shaft with her fingers like a collar as I pushed forward and down to delve my dick into the depths of the lissome brunette’s backdoor.
Zofi groaned and clenched up before I got three inches inside. I felt her snake a hand beneath her crotch to rub her own clit as a distraction, and for a brief moment I considered calling it off. But I knew she would want me to continue (and let’s face it: -I- wanted to continue). So after she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, relaxing her anal muscles, I pushed forward slowly and steadily while Sam reached down with both hands to spread her best friend’s asscheeks apart, until I’d embedded every last inch of myself up Zofi’s butt.
And then I went back to massaging her.
“Mmmm… yeahhh…” Zofia Katarzyna Zelazowska groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic stroking motions. With supermodel height and lingerie model curves, she was a slender-yet-stacked dream come true with bright blue eyes that could sometimes look cool and intense but then sparkle with an inner light when she was happy. And her lustrous, dark-brown hair shimmered in the morning light pouring through my bedroom windows.
Zofi’s face was turned to the side, her right cheek pressed into the mattress with her silky dark locks pulled out of the way to give me free access to her neck and shoulders. She smiled serenely, completely at ease, and I liked to think my slow-stroking massage motions had something to do with that. Her eyes remained open, her attention on the beautiful blonde lying parallel to her, Sam’s right hand clasped in Zofi’s left.
Applying strong pressure to my fingertips, I repeatedly rubbed the stiff muscles in Zofi’s neck and shoulders. While her left hand was clasped in Sam’s grasp, her right arm extended out and to the side, palm up, utterly relaxed. When I concentrated my attention on her graceful neck and then pinched in, Zofi inhaled and fractionally turned her face downward into the pillow beneath her chin, tensing (and clenching) ever so briefly before exhaling slowly.
“Did you just cum, mój skarbie?”
“Yes, darling,” she breathed. Beneath me, she’d gone completely limp as if she didn’t have a single bone in her body.
Well she did have one bone inside her body: MY bone. Zofi was still naked and face-down across my mattress, her long, lithe legs together with her feet hanging off the foot of my bed. The position allowed me to plant my knees to either side of her hips and pivot my pelvis in order to plunge every last inch of my purple, plundering prick down into the depths of her perfect posterior’s portal.
The position was… a bit tricky for a massage. I sometimes needed to brace one hand on the bed for balance in order to really apply downward pressure with my other hand. Sometimes I sat back atop Zofi’s hamstrings with only half my dick still embedded up Zofi’s butt, but at least I had better balance for continuing my massage. I wasn’t in any hurry to cum, doing little more than leaving my big dick within the constricted confines of the comely coed’s colon and occasionally flexing it every now and again.
Feeling a bit of déjà vu, I relaxed and focused on giving my girlfriend a backrub.
With my dick crammed up her ass.
Seriously though, I wanted to savor the moment and enjoy every second we had left. I was only too aware that Zofi would be flying away tonight, and the ache I felt in my heart thinking about her impending absence threatened to undo my sense of calm serenity. I couldn’t let that happen, because I knew me losing my sense of serenity would in turn express itself in the way I was giving Zofi her massage. And I knew that the relaxing rubs, strokes, and caresses that were presently bringing her such a sense of calm serenity despite the massive dick currently skewering her asshole depended on me remaining… “chill”.
So I remained “chill”.
I spent a lot of time slowly working Zofi’s back, shoulder, and arm muscles into a state of complete and utter tranquility. I used my forearm to horizontally stroke up and down the span of her spine. Zofi went so limp, she lost her grip on Sam’s hand and seemed to start falling asleep despite the massive schlong still stretching her sphincter. I worked my way along the length of both arms, all the way to her fingertips. And I never needed to pump my dick in her ass.
I almost put her to sleep.
Almost.
I actually thought she’d fallen asleep, given her closed eyes and slow-and-steady breathing. I glanced at Sam with a questioning look in my eyes and got a curious look from Sam in reply.
The blonde bent over to check on Zofi’s slackened face, and I planted my hands to start extracting my erection from Zofi’s ass. But as soon as I started to withdraw, Zofi’s hands reached back to grasp my hamstrings and hold me inside her. And she moaned distantly, as if lacking the energy to increase her volume, “Noooo… don’t go.”
I paused and then pushed my pelvis back down, letting her colon recapture the two inches of cock I’d withdrawn.
Zofi took a deep breath and sighed. Her eyes remained closed, but she smiled and murmured, “All for you, darling. I do believe I would feel incomplete if I didn’t share this with you at least once.” And with a blissful sigh and a sweet lilt that belied her lewd words she offered, “Fuck my ass, darling. Fuck me and fill my ass with your cum.”
Well her wishes couldn’t get much more explicit than that, and it wasn’t like I really wanted otherwise. I first bent down to softly kiss her cheek, and then added another kiss to the top of her head. Planting my hands on the mattress, I dug in my toes to lift my knees into the air, forming a push-up position while once again retracting my dick from the depths of Zofi’s delicious derrière. And then I pushed myself back in, sheathing my shaft to the hilt.
And then I did it again.
And again.
And again.
Zofi breathed steadily, her eyes closed and that luscious smile on her face. The massage had relaxed her completely, so that the steady pumping of my prick in and out of her posterior didn’t seem to bother her at all. Her asshole was still terribly tight and wonderfully warm, constrictingly clamped around the cock crammed up her colon. But the longer I kept drilling without any signs of her discomfort, the more confident I felt in picking up both the pace and the power of my plunges.
For several minutes I hammered my pelvis off Zofi’s compact heinie, pounding her cutie patootie in a prone-bone position. She absorbed every impact with a smile, grunting and groaning as she felt me take my pleasure from her warmly welcoming body somewhat harder than I’d ever done before.
Then she got her own hands planted flat on the mattress and started to push herself up. I paused my pumping as it became clear that Zofi wanted to change into a doggy-style position on all fours, and I sat back on my haunches without dislodging my dick from its happy place. With my knees spread to the sides, I held the exquisite brunette’s hips in my hands as she gave me a coy smile over her shoulder, blue eyes sparkling, and fucked her own ass back at me.
“Do you like it?” she asked me with a grin, panting a bit out of breath from her exertions. “Does my ass feel good to you?”
“Amazing. Incredible. So fucking good,” I groaned.
“Fuck my ass, darling. It’s all for you. Only ever for you. My one and only man for the rest of my life.”
“Fuck, fuck,” I grunted, unable to resist thrusting my pelvis forward to meet her thrusts.
“Fuck my ass, darling. My one and only man for the rest of my life,” she repeated.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groaned, repeatedly meeting sweet Zofi’s ass satisfying slaps as I begged, “Say it again.”
“Forever, only you. No man will ever touch me, feel my lips around their cock, dip themselves into my pussy, or claim my ass as their own. This is all yours. Even if we are separated by thousands of miles, months, years, lovers and heartbreak, there will be no other man who will ever touch me in the places you do. It would be unthinkable.”
“Fuck, fuck,” I grunted, listening to her vows and squeezed her delicate waist as I pulled her in again and again to claim all that she offered.
“Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” Zofi grunted in response, turning her head forward and letting it hang as she concentrated inward on the sensations of my cock carving out her cornhole.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I growled as I knelt upright, spread my knees for balance, and started crunching my abs to really pound her.
“Get in front of me, Sam,” Zofi groaned. “My best friend forever. My first true love. Let me taste you! Let me make you cum! I wanna feel you climaxing on my tongue while my darling fills my ass!”
Sam had been content to sit to the side as an observer, letting me and Zofi have our moment. But at her BFF’s request, she was quick to slide herself into position: reclining back against the headboard with her knees up and legs spread to guide the brunette’s face between her thighs.
“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!” Zofi kept moaning in rhythm with my forcefully powerful plunges, unable to form coherent words now that her mouth was otherwise occupied.
But Sam picked up the slack, moaning, “Eat me… Eat me… Eat me… Lick my cunny and cram that tongue inside while our studly boyfriend sodomizes the hell outta you.”
“UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!” I grunted, feeling my balls start coming to a boil.
“YES! YES! YES!” Sam sighed, clutching the back of Zofi’s head to her loins as busty bombshell tossed her platinum-blonde hair left and right in her ecstasy. She must’ve been masturbating herself while watching me and Zofi to be this close to climaxing, or maybe she was just incredibly turned-on.
Whatever the reason, I started to think Sam might actually reach her pleasure peak before me, especially once Zofi slipped two digits beneath her chin to start fingerbanging the blonde as well. I took that as my cue to reach around with one hand to start fingerbanging Zofi myself, and I was rewarded from the way her inner muscles started spasming both around my schlong as well as the digits I’d buried inside her wet box.
“Oh, Zofi… Oh, Zofi… Oh, Zofi…” I groaned, really laying down the lumber as I drilled her derrière down the final stretch.
“Oh, Zofi… Oh, Zofi… Oh, Zofi…” Sam moaned, her mouth gaping open wide but her eyes clenched shut as she dropped the back of her skull against the headboard and seemed primed to explode.
“ZOFI! ZOFI! ZOFI!” I grunted.
“ZOFI! ZOFI! ZOFI!” Sam screamed.
“UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!” I groaned as I slammed forward one final time and started blasting Zofi’s bowels with an unending stream of sperm.
“AAAUUUGGGHHH! AAAUUUGGGHHH! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” Sam screamed as she opened up her eyes and stared down at her best friend’s face while clutching the brunette’s head with both hands.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” Zofi’s voice joined our chorus as she started hollering straight into Sam’s snatch, her joyous release of orgasmic ecstasy carried along in sympathetic harmony with me and Sam one last time.
And for a little while, my universe was filled with light.
****
We were enjoying a late brunch when the front door opened and girlish giggles echoed down the hall. Sam and Zofi stopped playing footsie, and all three of us turned to look and smile as Naimh, Belle, Mari, and Alice all walked in.
Naimh wheeled her suitcase into her bedroom. Belle parked her big suitcase by the stairs and then came straight to me for a hug and a kiss. Sam and I had already moved back into the Berkeley house last night in advance of the upcoming semester, and now it was Belle’s and Naimh’s turn.
I stood up to greet my girlfriends: first Naimh, then Belle, then Mari, and then Alice. And after exchanging a quick peck with Alice at the end, I asked, “Where’s Eva?”
“Dropping her stuff off at Mrs. Morris’s house,” Alice explained. “She’ll be over in a few.”
I smiled and asked, “Did you enjoy having a temporary roommate for a couple of nights?”
Alice grinned and then drawled, “The Padawan may yet become a Master.” She mimed thumbing a video game controller for emphasis, chuckled, and then added, “Plus, my eomma really liked having Eva around.”
“Cool.” I gave Alice another quick hug and then took a moment to glance around at all of the OG BTC girls. Part of me felt traitorous for not including Holly in that title, but at the same time I couldn’t deny that it was these six special young women who had formed the core group prior to Senior Prom.
I felt that melancholy sadness again, weighed down by uncertainty over whether or not the seven of us would ever be together again.
Still in my arms, Alice’s expression shifted from ‘Imma horny and Imma git some priority service’ to an expression of thoughtful concern. “Hey, you alright?”
I blinked, shrugged, and smiled. “Yeah, of course.”
But Alice knew I wasn’t really alright, and I knew that she knew. Still, she muttered dryly, “For a man who just rolled off of Sam and Zofi this morning, you’re looking positively morose.”
I smirked. “This is the part where you tell me to snap out of it and stop being a pussy because my wistful looks are killing your mood.”
“Well yes, your wistful looks are killing my mood, but I’m not gonna call you a pussy over it,” she replied with a shrug. “It’s our last day together. I get it.”
“It’s only our last day together for now,” Naimh interjected with a sunny smile as she reached over to hug both of us. “We’ll be together again before you can blink.”
I very deliberately blinked, gave Naimh a wistful look, and then sighed. I looked over at Mari, who gave me a somewhat mournful look in reply. I looked over at Zofi, who gave me a serene smile of acceptance. And I returned my attention to Alice, who raised up a fist, which I happily bumped.
“I think I was just getting used to all of us being together again,” I said softly before taking another deep breath. “I got spoiled this winter break, getting the gang back together again, going on a ski trip, playing games, having Sam boss us around… It felt just like old times. But now the three of you are leaving, and while I know I’ll see all of you again and again and again… it just… it feels…”
Belle had come over to join us, leaning back against the dining table, and she stated mournfully for me, “It feels like every time we break apart, we never quite come back the same way again.”
“Well that’s just life. That’s evolution,” Alice stated plainly.
I shrugged my agreement. “I know that it feels like the seven of us will never be the same. I know I’m scared that one day, the seven of us won’t come back together like this at all. Maybe it’s someone not coming home for summer break because they’re taking an internship. Maybe it’s someone spending a year studying abroad.” I arched an eyebrow at Alice. “Maybe you find yourself a new boyfriend and decide to spend the summer in L.A.”
Alice sighed and hugged me against her side. “I’m gonna repeat the same words you told me at the end of high school: You’re my buddy. We’ve been playing together since fourth grade, and we’ve been close to inseparable since junior high.”
“We were pretty damn separated these past few months.”
“Physically, sure.” Alice shrugged. “But even so, you are now and will always be my forever friend.”
I smiled and nodded.
“Maybe I will find myself a new boyfriend and spend the summer in L.A.” Alice said with a lopsided grin. “I hadn’t thought of that possibility before, but now you’ve put it in my head, so if it happens that way it’s all your fault.”
I rolled my eyes.
“If it does, I one hundred percent expect you to be happy for me,” Alice continued with a raised index finger and a scolding expression.
I took a deep breath, sighed, and nodded. “I will.”
“Maybe Zofi will find herself a new girlfriend and spend the summer on the East Coast,” Alice continued, gesturing at the brunette still seated at the dining table next to us.
I nodded again and gave my treasure a warm smile, telling her, “I sincerely will.”
Zofi smirked and patted Sam’s hand next to her. “And if Sam meets a cute guy and--”
“Hell fucking no,” I interrupted, taking a step away from Alice to reach an arm out and wrap it around the blonde’s shoulder. “This one’s mine.”
The girls all laughed.
“And so’s that one. And that one,” I added, pointing at Naimh and Belle. “And maybe even…”
Mari gave me a shy look as my finger started moving towards her, my voice trailing off for a second.
But just a second.
“You know what? Yes. That one’s mine too,” I stated firmly before letting go of Sam and walking towards the luscious Latina leaning against the back of the couch. “You’re my Mariangel. Call me greedy, but I want you too. That’s not to say I’m taking away your right to choose, but dammit I’d be a fool not to plant my flag and let you walk away believing you had some hopeless unrequited love that would never be reciprocated.”
Mari looked up at me in surprise, uncertainty written on her face.
“If you wake up one day and realize you don’t feel the same way about me that you used to,” I continued, “or if you meet somebody and decide you want to find out whether or not he – or she – can mean something special to you, we can have that discussion at that time. But I had some time to think about our relationship during the ski trip about what I want in life, and what I’m willing to do in order to achieve those things.”
Mari stared at me, her eyes large and luminous and tinged with hope…
… but also tinged with fear.
I took her in my arms, planted my hands rather possessively on her bountiful butt, and then tugged her against my pelvis. Staring down into my angel’s open eyes, I stated seriously, “I thought I was doing the right thing for you by letting you go. Logic dictates that it isn’t fair of me to lock you down from five hundred miles away. You’re caught in limbo between pledging undying fidelity to a boyfriend who physically can’t be there for you every day, every week, or even every month, and breaking your own heart to move on and find companionship with someone else. I thought I was helping by pushing you off the ledge instead of waiting until you felt ready to make that leap yourself. But I was wrong.”
Mari blinked several times, moisture in her eyes as she continued to silently stare up at me.
“I love you, my Mariangel. I really do, and if given the choice, I want you to be mine.” I glanced back towards the table for a moment. “I love Alice and Zofi both, of course, but my relationships with them have never been romantic. I’ve always known their Happily Ever Afters would ultimately be with other people.”
Alice shrugged. Zofi smiled. Sam and Naimh were nodding. Belle folded her arms and narrowed her eyes, studying me, but I returned my attention back to Mari and I started rubbing her upper arms.
“I spent so much of high school trying to wrap my brain around the concept of romantic love. But Alice’s reference to ‘forever friends’ reminds me of a realization I came to back then about the nature of love and what it really means to me: that there’s no one ‘correct’ way to feel it, no requirement for any of us to have a One True Love. I’m in love with more than one girl. I love Neevie. I love Belle. I love Sam. And I love you.”
Mari’s eyes got a little wetter, and her smile started to grow.
“I wish you were here in Berkeley with us; I really do,” I kept going, now on a roll. “But you’re not and I have to accept that and make the best of it and rather than meekly letting you go, I’m gonna fight to keep this relationship alive for as long as I can. I want to be your long-distance boyfriend, Mari. I want to make this work. I’m gonna book a flight down to UCLA for the MLK Junior long weekend, alright? You’re gonna show me off to your friends and the other students in the dorm rooms next to you are gonna hear us having sex through the door and titter in excitement at how loud I’m making you scream. We’re gonna video chat so you can masturbate in your room while watching Belle hop herself up and down my dick like a pogo-stick so we can all orgasm together. I’m gonna order flowers for you on Valentine’s. You’re gonna fly up here for the Presidents’ Day long weekend so you can have an old-fashioned orgy with everyone. And we’re gonna have some late-night one-on-one phone calls – just you and me – so you can tell me about your day and complain about how hard your midterms are.”
There were tears of joy rolling down Mari’s cheeks by now, and she sniffled before smiling as she said, “Nah. I always ace my midterms.”
“Because you’re incredibly smart, and incredibly sexy, and just plain incredible. You’re my Queen, Mari. And you’re mine. I own you. I’m forbidding you from touching any other men. You’re welcome to seduce any girls you want, because let’s face it: I find girl-on-girl sex to be super-duper hot. But I love staring down at your smiling face knowing that I’m the only man in your life, and I want to feel that way forever.”
She smiled up at me, saying softly, “I happen to like feeling that way too.”
I wrapped my arms around Mari’s body, pulled her tight so that her big boobs were crushed against my chest, and bent to kiss her. Mari moaned into my mouth, slid her hands up the back of my head, and clutched me like she never wanted to let go.
But she did eventually relax her grip when I pulled my head back to breathe. She was trembling just a bit, and I soothingly stroked her hair.
“I’m keeping you,” I told her.
Mari’s eyes shone as she breathed, “All I ever wanted was to be kept by you. Like Belle. Like Neevie. Like Sam.”
I nodded. “I’m sorry for trying to push you away. I thought I was doing the right thing.”
“I know you did. The logical part in me even agreed with you. But I can’t help the way I feel.”
I sighed and rubbed her upper arms again. “I haven’t been fair to you. I’ve always known just how incredibly special you are; you’re a Queen. But I’ve held myself back for a variety of reasons, with the physical distance of going to school five hundred miles away only the latest one. I tried to decide what was best for you instead of letting you decide for yourself. But I promise you now: that’s going to change. I know what I want – and I want you.”
Mari blinked a few times, took a deep breath, and stood up a little straighter, replying, “And I want you.”
“I love you, Angel.”
“I love you too, Matty.”
And then she kissed me again.
Belle suddenly slammed into us from the side, wrapping her arms around both our waists. Naimh was next, and then Sam, and then Zofi.
Alice was the last one to saunter up to the group hug, chuckling to herself before drawling, “You guys are too freaking adorable together, you know that? Super sweet. Almost gag-inducing.”
I barked a quick laugh, Mari started cry-sniffling with a smile, and Belle smacked Alice’s shoulder, grumping, “Way to ruin it.”
But Mari and I were both already laughing, and Naimh reached out to grab Alice and yank her into the group hug. Alice grinned at me, and I raised a fist for her to give me a quick dap.
And then the doorbell rang exactly twice.
We all picked our heads up in surprise, but before anyone could say anything, someone fit a key to the lock and opened the door.
Eva sauntered in a moment later, coming to an abrupt stop as she rounded the corner into the living room. She gawked at the seven-person group hug in front of her and muttered, “Umm… Am I interrupting something?”
“Not at all,” Naimh said as she detached herself from the ball of flesh, grabbed Eva’s hand, and yanked her over to the group hug. “You’re BTC, aren’t you? We’re happy for you to join right in.”
****
The eight of us assembled around the room for an old-fashioned BTC hangout, just like in high school. You’d think that after spending a five-day, four-night ski trip together, we would’ve run out of things to say. But never doubt a group of girls’ ability to keep talking long after a mere male such as myself ran out of steam.
Fortunately, none of the girls expected me to keep up a conversation with them for very long. All of them were happy to let me play a video game or two, go out back to man the barbecue grill, or bend a girl over the washing machine to pound her pussy from behind.
That last one seemed to be Alice’s personal favorite. We did it twice, actually: once before dinner and once afterwards. She was just the right height, and just flexible enough to brace her belly atop the washing machine during the spin cycle with the toes of her left foot planted on the floor and her right leg extended out across the top of the clothes dryer while I railed her rectum with my rigid rod. Well, the first time we fucked (before dinner) was pure pussy-pounding. But after dinner (surprise, surprise), my horny little best buddy told me she wanted some dessert. And she wasn’t the only one who wanted to get some “priority service” tonight.
My Mariangel was over-the-moon with my renewed declaration of love and intention to really make an effort to maintain a romantic relationship despite the distance between our two schools. After the eight-way group hug, she rather shyly asked the others if she could take her boyfriend upstairs for a little one-on-one time, and of course the other girls were more than happy to oblige.
And of course Belle crashed into my bedroom right after we finished so she could slurp out the creampie.
Then, after Alice got her rectum railed over the washing machine during the spin cycle post-dinner, Mari bent herself over the dryer, spread her asscheeks wide, and invited me to sodomize my Angel’s unholy hole. She actually wasn’t quite tall enough for her toes to reach the floor, not that she particularly minded me holding her legs up and just reaming out her rectum with reckless abandon. And I pulled out at the very end so that Alice and Mari could both kneel and smile gleefully while I painted both their comely countenances with all my creamy cum.
Not that I spent the entire day having sex. Like I said: we were having an old-fashioned BTC hangout, just like in high school. In addition to spending time in conversation, playing video games, and grilling dinner, we watched a movie and I got to enjoy slipping my hand down the shirts of whichever girls sat next to me so I could fondle their boobs.
Of course, the intimacy of our relationships had evolved quite a bit since high school, so we never actually finished the movie. Boob-fondling turned into junk-handling. Junk-handling turned into blowjobs and kissing. And then yeah… we kinda did turn things into a full-blown orgy.
Okay fine, I spent a lot of the day having sex.
I didn’t take any super-pills to keep me hard through chemistry, but the girls were happy to take advantage of my erections as often as I could get it up. They’d give me a break after I came, returning to their conversations and enjoying each other’s company until I inevitably got hard again. And then whichever girls I happened to be with would happily take advantage of my new erection.
Alice wanted to play video games and the BJ Queen of the BTC wanted to spend more time with my dick in her mouth, two decidedly NOT mutually exclusive activities that in fact went very well together. Eva wanted to help out, and I definitely found myself distracted watching Eva and Mari kiss their way up the sides of my big dick and start making out with each other with my mushroom head between them. I didn’t even notice Alice thrusting her arms into the air in victory.
Alice, Eva, Naimh, and I then played multiplayer Perfect Dark with Alice “distracting” me (and herself) by sitting on my dick while we gamed.
Sam and Zofi came outside to sit with me and talk while I grilled up dinner, which led into another makeout session with Zofi climbing into my lap and quietly riding me to orgasm right there on the back porch while Sam caressed and kissed us both.
I let Mari ride me reverse-cowgirl on the couch while we were “watching” the movie, with Naimh doing the honors of eating out the luscious Latina and licking at both my balls and Mari’s pink taco. And after my Angel screamed out her satisfaction, we started up that full-blown orgy that ended with me banging Zofi in the armchair.
You may have noticed I was pretty much only having sex with Alice, Mari, and Zofi. That’s not to say that none of the other girls got orgasms – because there were plenty of willing female helpers in that regard. And I actually did get my dick wet with Naimh, Belle, Sam, and Eva – mostly in little drive-by dickings along with a quick Big Tits Circle in the living room where I fucked all seven girls back-to-back (-to-back-to-back-to-you-get-the-idea). But you’ll understand that the four girls who lived with me here in Berkeley were only too happy to let me focus my attention on the NBGs who would be flying away.
Starting with Zofi.
She had a 10:40pm non-stop red-eye to Newark from San Francisco. In the back of my head, I felt the clock ticking down with every forward thrust I made into her exquisitely tight, rarely stretched box. We’d stopped the movie to have our orgy, and I stared down into my treasure’s brilliant blue eyes while folding her in half on the armchair. Her legs were hooked over my shoulders, her ankles crossed behind my back. She held me close, whimpering and moaning her ecstasy.
It would be our last time together.
Well, not our last time together like forever or anything, but certainly our last time together before she had to leave. That clock kept ticking, and much as I wanted to make this moment endure for all eternity, I knew I had better start wrapping things up lest I make her late for her flight.
Zofi’s long, luscious eyelashes fluttered as the pleasure built and built within her. Her pouty lips gaped apart as she moaned and sighed dreamily. And she trembled in my arms as a precursor to the much larger bodyquakes to come.
“Darling… Darling… Darling…” my lover crooned, looking so beautifully blissful beneath me as our two bodies writhed and undulated together in sympathetic harmony.
Yes, I had her pinned in place, but we were making love, not merely “fucking”. This morning I’d been happy to take my selfish pleasure from her body. But this last one was all for her.
“So deep, darling… So pure…” she breathed. “I love it… I love you… Make love to me, darling! You’re gonna make me cum!”
I sped up a bit, picking up the pace but not necessarily adding power. I wanted her to be comfortable, the smile on her face worth more to me than any physical sensations. I stared down into her eyes, at least until she grabbed my head and clutched it close while she tilted her face to the side. And once again, I found my lips pressed up against her graceful neck.
This morning, I’d refrained from marking her with a hickey, reasoning that she had to go back to school.
But this time, I felt like making her mine.
Naimh was mine. Belle was mine. Sam was mine. And Mari was mine too. Why NOT make Zofi mine as well? She’d told her friends that I was her boyfriend, hadn’t she? What better way to sell that story than to send her back to the East Coast with my mark on her neck? But more importantly, I still wasn’t ready to completely let Zofi go.
She was BTC.
Forever.
I would love her.
Forever.
So I bit down.
And I didn’t let go.
Well of course I’d have to let go eventually, but I certainly didn’t let go right away. I pounded Zofi faster and faster – and yes, a little harder and harder – while she clutched my head and crooned into my ear, “Yes, darling, yes! I’m cumming! Cum with me! Fill me! Fill me and fertilize me with your seed!”
I bit down harder, really making sure she wouldn’t just have some light-reddish coloration that could perhaps be mistaken for an impact bruise. I wanted this hickey to be purple. I wanted everyone to know.
Because yes, I knew that Zofi and I weren’t really romantic. And yes, I knew she was a lesbian at heart.
But she ALSO belonged to me… and would forever belong to me… because a love like ours didn’t happen every day.
She was mój skarbie.
She was my treasure.
And I was her darling.
Forever.
And then I came.
****
Like I said: Zofi had a 10:40pm non-stop red-eye to Newark from San Francisco. After I filled her in the armchair, Sam and I took her upstairs for a quick shower that involved more kissing and fondling but no more sex. And then we got dressed and collected Zofi’s belongings to drive her to the airport.
Dropping her off at SFO airport would be an hour-and-a-half round-trip drive, and Zofi didn’t want us all wasting that kind of time just to drop her off. Sam would drive her, both so that I could spend more time with Alice and Mari, and also so that she and Sam could talk one-on-one. And Sam had specifically avoided drinking tonight knowing she’d have to drive.
I held Zofi’s hand and rolled her suitcase out for her as we walked from the front door out to Sam’s Escalade. With every step we took, that melancholy sadness sank deeper and deeper into my heart.
My treasure sensed my distress and gave my fingers a squeeze. “Remember darling, this isn’t ‘goodbye’. I’ll see you soon.”
I gave her a weak smile and nodded. “I know, I know. That was my line.”
“I’m just reminding you,” she told me airily, light as a feather. “There’s no need to feel sad at a time like this.”
“You’re leaving. I think it’s completely normal to feel sad at a time like this.”
“It may be normal, darling; but I’d rather be natural,” she replied with a beaming smile before explaining, “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
I blinked. “I don’t remember that line.”
“It’s from the book.”
“Well I think it’s completely normal AND natural to feel sad at a time like this,” I sighed. “I’m going to miss you.”
“No you won’t. You’ll be too busy trying to keep up with all those girlfriends – including a long-distance one now – to seriously worry about me.”
I stopped walking and frowned. But before I could say anything in response, Zofi continued.
“That’s not a bad thing.” She turned to face me and squeezed my hand. “I don’t want you worrying about me. I don’t want Sam worrying about me. I think I’m going to be just fine on my own.”
Arching both eyebrows, I stated seriously, “I want to believe that, but you suffered a pretty lonely first semester from what you told me before.”
Zofi sighed rather dramatically and gestured back towards the house. “I had a hard time letting go. I imagine you understand what that might feel like. I spent months wondering whether or not I’d made the right decision to fly away to Princeton instead of joining the rest of you here. I felt isolated and alone. I spent a lot of time in my dorm room wondering what everyone was doing, whether or not they were happy, whether or not Sam was neglecting you.”
That last part was directed straight to Sam, who stood three feet in front of us with her car keys in hand and the trunk of her Escalade open.
Zofi turned back to me. “The girls kept me occasionally updated, but it wasn’t anything like the constant communication we had back in high school. I got spoiled by Sam. She did all the work, and it’s like I never learned how to make new friends and really get to know them. So in that sense, I’ve realized that being away at Princeton is actually the best thing for me.”
I frowned. “Being away from your friends, untouched, feeling isolated and alone? Doesn’t really sound so great.”
Zofi gave me a serenely reassuring smile and squeezed my hand. “It’s what I need to grow. Staying in The BTC? I would’ve gotten… comfortable. I would’ve gotten complacent. Everyone here accepts me for who I am – natural if not ‘normal’. I would’ve been happy to stay with my friends forever, but I would never have moved forward with my life. I’d just stay in love with a girl who can never really love me back, at least not in the way I need.” She gestured at Sam. “I’d just stay a shy wallflower happy to be part of the group and never need to learn how to make myself stand out. I’m Eliza Doolittle transforming from a flower-shop girl into a Hungarian princess.”
I frowned. “Please don’t compare me to a misogynistic old professor trying to change the core of who you really are.”
Zofi laughed and shook her head. “Not at all, but you have been an instrumental part of my life. You helped me accept the core of who I am. ‘Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.’ That’s also from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
“Have I truly given you confidence? Or have I merely been holding you back?”
“Confidence, confidence,” she reassured me before taking on a somewhat scolding look. “Seems like you could use some lessons in confidence right now.”
“I’m just going to miss you,” I said with a sigh.
“This isn’t ‘goodbye’. I’ll see you soon,” she repeated. After briefly glancing at the blonde beside us, Zofi returned her attention to me. “If I may borrow something you’ve told Sam, The BTC is my ‘home’. None of us will ever forget that, even if we go our separate ways. Yes, I had some lonely times at Princeton, but do you know how I got through it? I could always tell myself, ‘Daddy loves me, and Matty loves me.’”
I smiled immediately.
“I always knew that if things ever got too bad, a warm place filled with light was never further than a flight away, and that simple truth always gave me the courage to face another day with a smile. That bottomless reservoir of unconditional love is something I can carry with me wherever I go. You will always be here for me,” Zofi finished while tapping her heart. “And you know I haven’t forgotten about your promise.”
I blushed, briefly thinking about that last time Zofi had crooned into my ear for me to fertilize her. “Of course not.”
“I really am blessed,” she told me warmly before stepping into my arms and giving me one last kiss. “I’ll see you soon, darling.”
“I’ll see you soon, mój skarbie,” I replied with a wistful sigh as I released her.
Then she got into the SUV.
I closed the door.
Sam put the Escalade in reverse, backed out of the driveway, and started down the road.
I stared after the SUV’s departing taillights, and I kept staring off down the empty road long after it was gone, repeating to myself:
I’ll see you soon.
I’ll see you soon.
I’ll see you soon.
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Wookey
A wonderful chapter. Perhaps one of your best. Loved that Mari is coming into her own. Had always hoped that she would return to the fold after college.
