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VIP-BTC2: Chapter 55
🕑 Added 2023-04-10 19:00:59 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 55: Kaleidoscope --
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“Ohhh… dayyuumm…” I moaned appreciatively with my eyeballs popping out of my sockets.
It wasn’t that Skylar was showing me anything I hadn’t seen before – I had bathed her just last night in the shower, after all. But I was so used to seeing her clad in business suits and even one-piece swimwear rather than go out of her way to show off her considerable assets, not to mention wearing minimal makeup and jewelry, that to see her dolled-up and dressed to impress like this completely blew my mind.
I couldn’t say another word. I just sort of stared at her and made a funny noise.
Skylar giggled musically and sauntered forward, brushing right past me and into the house. She paused only a few feet down the hallway, running her hands up and down her sides from her trim waist, around the expansive curve of her ass in the skintight sheath skirt, and then back up to her waist. She let me ogle her for a bit before tossing her hair as she glanced back at me over her shoulder, grinning widely at the slackjawed look on my face.
“So!” she began breezily while spinning around to face me once more, as light as a feather. Her beaming smile would’ve lit up the night sky as she sauntered back up to me and started walking her fingers up my chest, her face only inches away from mine. And her voice was a husky purr as she asked quietly, “Is there somewhere in particular you’d like to go get dinner? Or should we just head straight upstairs? One way or another, this outfit is coming off tonight.”
Without waiting for an answer, Skylar’s hands slid along my upper arms, across my shoulders, and then to the back of my head. With her natural height and her heeled sandals, she was able to look me eye-to-eye. And the blonde tilted my head to hers while leaning forward to capture my lips with her own.
My senses were immediately filled and then abruptly overwhelmed with a familiar kaleidoscope of inputs. The smell of her. The taste of her. The sight of her stormy blue eyes. The sound of her erotic moan. The touch of her mouth pressed hard against mine.
The passion of her raw, naked lust.
But I suddenly stiffened, took hold of her shoulders, and jerked my head back. “Skylar! I-- Uhhh…”
Her face fell, and as the corners of her lips abruptly made a U-turn from a beaming smile to a deep-set frown, she whined, “Please don’t reject me again. Do you have ANY idea how much it’s a kick in the tits to keep throwing myself at you like this and have you turn me down over and over again?”
“N-n-no,” I stammered. “It’s not like that. I-I just-- I mean-- Upstairs I’ve got--”
“He’s trying to politely explain that the two of you are not alone,” Zofi stated primly.
Skylar’s frenzied gaze darted directly behind herself as she whirled around, and I looked up as well.
The exquisitely beautiful brunette stood erect with a ballet dancer’s perfect posture and a mysterious smile on her face. She’d fixed her hair and makeup and now looked just as gorgeous as when she’d first walked through the door: sexy black dress, high heels, and fancy jewelry. In addition, her porcelain skin had gained a well-fucked glow, and her graceful poise stood in stark contrast to Skylar’s somewhat harried demeanor.
“I would’ve said he was trying to discreetly let you know without things getting awkward,” Zofi continued lightly, “but I think that ship already sailed.”
“Oh! I… You…” Skylar exclaimed while raising an index finger, glancing at me, and then turning back to Zofi while pointing somewhat impolitely. “You’re one of the NBGs. You’re… You’re Zofi!”
Zofi smiled again, this time somewhat more warmly. “I am. And I’m thinking you must be the enigmatic Skylar everyone keeps talking about. Pleased to meet you.”
“‘Enigmatic’?” Skylar glanced back at me. “I’m ‘enigmatic’?”
“You’ve certainly been an enigma for the rest of us to puzzle over,” I explained kindly, stepping up and wrapping an arm around Skylar’s waist. I admittedly felt a little thrill at the feel of her bare skin against my hand, and an even better thrill at the way she naturally leaned into my embrace. “But a good kind of enigma – the kind that’s made us all want to get to know you better instead of like… uhhh… ‘Dude, she is weird and I don’t wanna go anywhere near that.’”
Zofi smirked and shook her head ruefully as she approached a little closer. “He’s such a smooth talker, isn’t he? It’s no wonder he has such incredible success with women,” she deadpanned.
“He knows the right thing to say when it counts,” Skylar said wistfully.
“He does, doesn’t he?” Zofi agreed as the two of them turned to look at me.
Feeling like a deer in headlights, I froze and then muttered lamely, “I… uhhh… What are you doing here?”
“That… wasn’t a good example,” Zofi muttered with a sigh of resignation before fixing me with a disappointed look. “I seem to recall hearing Skylar ask if you were busy and wanted to grab some food?”
“Oh, right.” I glanced at Skylar first before returning my attention to Zofi, explaining, “Skylar was here this afternoon. She knows all of the girls went home for winter break, and I told her not to be shy about calling me up to say, ‘Hey, you busy? Wanna grab some food?’”
“Almost word-for-word,” Skylar confirmed. “I’m terribly sorry for intruding. I had no idea he would have any company.”
“-I- had no idea I would have any company,” I muttered.
“It was a surprise,” Zofi explained.
“Likewise, I was hoping to surprise him,” Skylar mourned ruefully. “I get the feeling Matty doesn’t do very well on his own.”
“Great minds…” Zofi mused. “So you decided to take him up on that offer, but based on your attire, I’m thinking you didn’t intend to go grab Blondie’s Pizza.”
“Ah, not exactly.” Skylar blushed and gestured up and down at Zofi’s sleek black cocktail attire. “I’m thinking you and I had the same idea, though.”
“Again, great minds…” Zofi smiled.
“But your surprise by far takes precedence over my surprise,” Skylar added quickly. “Princeton, right? I’m assuming Matty hasn’t seen you since the summer? I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner plans. It was nice to meet you, Zofi, but I’ll just be getting out of your hair now.”
Skylar had just pulled herself out of my grasp when Zofi quickly stepped forward and held up a hand.
“Oh, you don’t have to rush off or anything. I’d be happy to turn this into a threesome,” Zofi stated with a smile. But a second later, her eyes popped open WIDE as she realized what she’d just said, and she covered her mouth for a moment before stammering, “T-that’s not what I meant!”
Skylar was laughing already. “Well, given what I know about The BTC, I’m pretty sure you did!”
“Freudian slip. I’m SO sorry!” Zofi blurted, all of her previous grace and elegance gone. Now she just seemed as nervous as Skylar had been moments ago. “You’ve never met me before and the girls told me you weren’t… ah… well… I mean one should never presume… I mean, I’m not suggesting that you and I… Ah, shit.”
“Awkward sailed a long time ago,” I muttered with a smirk as Zofi briefly buried her face in her hands, and I stepped over to give her a warm hug.
Zofi rolled her eyes at me and then turned back to face Skylar, sighing while holding up her hands helplessly and then asking cutely, “Can I please start over?”
“By all means,” Skylar replied warmly.
“You’re absolutely welcome to join us for dinner if you like,” Zofi invited sincerely. “Neevie has spoken very highly of you, and we all know you’re a special friend of Matty’s.”
“We’re just friends, though,” the blonde insisted. “I’m Matty’s T.A., and our relationship isn’t like that.”
“Yes I’ve been told that’s your automatic line of defense. But while you certainly were Matty’s T.A., if I’m not mistaken, that’s no longer the case,” Zofi clarified with a tease in her sparkling blue eyes. “Besides, I did hear you suggest going straight upstairs instead of getting dinner. And that’s a very pretty outfit you’re wearing tonight, the kind designed to get a man’s heart racing and…”
I arched an eyebrow at Zofi as she gazed at me for a moment, delightful mirth spread joyously across her face.
And then Zofi finished, “… and to divert a man’s blood flow to his little brain.”
Skylar blushed and snuck a peek at me before running her appreciative gaze up and down Zofi’s model-esque figure. “That’s a very pretty dress you’re wearing. And as I said before, your surprise takes precedence over my surprise. I wouldn’t dream of… well I’m just going to say it… I wouldn’t dream of clam-jamming you after you’ve been living across the country from him all these months.”
Zofi smirked. “Oh don’t worry about clam-jamming me. We took care of that already. Twice.”
Skylar’s eyebrows popped. “Really? I was only gone for like… two hours! And you look as fresh as a daisy right now!”
“Enough time to get two rounds in my belly and then freshen up,” Zofi replied affably. And then she gave Skylar a kind look. “I mean it: you’re welcome to join us. Look at Matty. He wants you to join us, don’t you, Matty?”
Skylar turned to look at me as I blushed, took a deep breath, and then nodded in confirmation.
“Come to dinner with us,” I stated carefully, choosing not to use the phrase ‘join us’ for fear of it being misconstrued. “I really would be happier knowing you didn’t have to eat alone, especially after going to all the effort of getting dressed up the way you have. You’re stunning, by the way. Gorgeois.”
Skylar blushed cutely, her ears turning pink. But she also preened to show off her figure, cocking one hip and placing her hand on it while twisting ever so slightly to narrow her waist and simultaneously enhance her bustline.
“Definitely got my heart racing and… ah… started diverting my blood flow,” I added, which made Skylar bark a short laugh and flash a genuine smile.
“See? He figures out the right thing to say eventually,” Zofi enthused with a wink.
“Please come to dinner with us?” I asked seriously, reaching out to hold Zofi’s waist and hug the brunette against my side. “No pressure, no expectations. Just good friends and good conversation, alright?”
“Very good friends,” Skylar stated appreciatively. “And I admittedly have some rather elevated expectations. Neevie’s made sure of that.”
I blushed, took a deep breath, and merely shrugged. “Let’s just start with dinner.”
****
Zofi had blocked my minivan in the tandem driveway with her dad’s new Audi A8, so I was “forced” to escort the ladies in the German luxury car when she smirked and handed me her keys.
Zofi offered to let Skylar take shotgun, but Skylar insisted that it was Zofi’s car. I offered to sit in the back and let Zofi drive, but the girls both shot me looks that plainly stated they wished to be chauffeured around like proper ladies on a date. So Zofi simply hopped into the back seat and then slid over to the driver’s side. Skylar hopped into the rear passenger-side seat. And once I finally got behind the wheel, Skylar gestured blithely while instructing in a bored tone of condescension made even more severe by her English accent, “You may proceed, Jeeves.”
Zofi giggled from beside her.
Dinner was in the restaurant at the historic Claremont Hotel. I valet parked the car and felt a touch of pride when the valet driver’s eyes bugged out ogling the gorgeous blue-eyed coeds accompanying me in their sexy outfits. I felt additional eyeballs gawking at us when the girls took one elbow each and walked with me sandwiched between them up to the hotel entrance.
With most of the students leaving for winter break, we didn’t need a reservation and were quickly seated by the windows. The waiter didn’t bat an eyelash nor ask any of us for I.D. when Skylar ordered a glass of wine, and then Zofi followed suit with a casual, “I’ll have what she’s having.”
After the girls had received their glasses of wine, Skylar made a point of telling me, “Just the one glass each, though. I don’t want you to have any excuses this time.”
I chuckled at her smirk and shrugged.
I really don’t recollect much about the food, or the restaurant itself for that matter. The company was far more important to me, and to be perfectly honest, the events that followed AFTER the meal blew my mind in such a way that renders my memory somewhat… fragmented.
I remember the girls laughing a lot, having hit it off immediately. Zofi had started flirting with Skylar right from the beginning, and Skylar was reciprocating in kind. When Zofi asked if Skylar wanted to try a bit of her filet mignon and received an affirmative response, she cut up a piece and fed it to Skylar straight off her own fork. That got Skylar to cut up a piece of her salmon and feed it to Zofi straight off her fork, and they went back and forth like that, giggling constantly. At times it felt like I was being forgotten, and then one or both of the girls would turn to me with a wolfish grin.
I remember my ears burning as Zofi told Skylar little stories about our high school days, including some of the rather… bawdy… stories - Zofi’s prim, elegant delivery providing an absurdist undertone as she described yet another variation of the girls gathering in a circle with their asses up and presented for my pleasure. I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear either Belle or even Naimh spinning the outlandish yarns, but quietly shy Zofi was surprising me today.
And I remember blushing and trying to not let my ego get too puffed up as Zofi wove a captivating tale describing our little Audrey Hepburn date, and how I’d turned it into the single most incredible day of her entire life.
I reached out to Zofi, “I’ll never forget it either, mój skarbie. You were incredible.”
She beamed at me, “And to top it off he christens me with a pet name, perfect just for me. Every time he calls me that, I’m transported back to that night. Not that I need it, thanks to Sam’s pictures.”
“Memories of the wholesome date anyway,” Skylar suggested slyly.
“Oh, I have pictures to remind me of what happened after that as well,” Zofi smirked. “But I only let my closest friends see those. If tonight takes the turn I think it will though… Well, perhaps you’ll qualify by morning. Won’t that be fun?”
Skylar sat back in her chair, letting Zofi chuckle. But then a moment later, Zofi frowned as she turned to me.
“Oh, I’m sorry darling.” Zofi pursed her lips with a little pout. “Am I putting pressure on you for whenever you and Skylar get around to having your first date?”
“Well I think this counts as our first date,” Skylar remarked with a shrug.
“Does this really count as a date?” I asked.
Zofi smiled. “True. Everyone’s dressed to impress with nice clothes, hair, and makeup. Well, Matty’s not wearing makeup, but you know what I mean.”
“Well if I kiss him all over, then he’ll be wearing my lipstick,” Skylar offered.
“By that definition, Skylar and I had our first date months ago,” I pointed out, remembering the ‘favor’ I’d done her for her brother’s wedding.
Zofi giggled and pondered philosophically, “We’re all having a good time together, getting to know each other better, with the understanding that at the end of the night we’re gonna peel each other’s clothes off and fuck each other silly, right? I think that certainly qualifies as a date.”
“Too right!” Skylar endorsed.
“Is that really the understanding though?” I asked her, eyebrows raised. “Is that really what you want to do at the end of the night?”
Skylar laughed. “My dear Matty. I know it’s your thing to be cautious and go the extra mile to be sure we’re doing the right thing, even when it’s patently obvious and right in front of your face. But I did not go to all this effort and work so hard to squeeze myself into this outfit with the intention of going to bed alone.”
“Good thing Zofi’s here then,” I quipped with a sly smirk.
Skylar smirked, but then she sighed, planted her elbow on the table, and leaned the side of her head against her open palm. Not for the first time, I found myself staring at her face – slightly unfamiliar without her usual eyeglasses. I felt like a small barrier between us had been removed, allowing me to catch a deeper glimpse of the true young woman behind her ‘mysterious older T.A.’ façade.
No more eyeglasses.
No more drab power suits in black, white, brown, or gray.
No more one-piece swimsuits or other outfits that covered up her curves.
She was letting me see her natural eyes.
She was letting me see her full figure.
She was opening up to me.
Swirling the remaining wine in her glass around and around with her other hand, Skylar took a deep breath and gave me a serious look. “It’s time, Matty. I’ve been drinking a little bit with dinner, yes, but I’m not drunk. You don’t have to worry about me puking all over you mid-fuck.”
I chuckled and nodded. “Good to know.”
“Wait, puking all over you?” Zofi queried uncertainly.
“I’ll explain later,” I muttered to Zofi before focusing on Skylar. “This is a really big change in our relationship, and I do have to ask: Is this really what you want?”
“You know it’s what I want. It’s time, Matty,” she repeated. “You’re a great friend. The best kind of friend I could’ve ever had. But now I need you to become something more.”
“What’s that?”
Skylar sat up straighter, folded both arms atop the table, and leaned forward so that her forearms pushed up her breasts and mashed them together. My eyes involuntarily yo-yoed down to her epic cleavage, and she waited patiently for my gaze to return to her surpassingly beautiful face.
“It’s time for you to become my lover,” Skylar stated huskily, with a world of longing and intensity in her voice.
I blinked and glanced at Zofi, who sat back in her seat with a little smile on her face. And I sighed when I looked back at Skylar, murmuring regretfully, “You deserve an epic, one-on-one, romantic date the way Zofi just described.”
Skylar shook her head. “I don’t need you to romance me with a special one-on-one date. I don’t need you to be my boyfriend. I don’t have time for a boyfriend. After tonight, I’ll still have to go back to my busy-busy life trying to be a full-time student while working a full-time job on top of being a T.A. - all while still being estranged from my family and old friends. The world has been beating up on me for a while, and none of those things have changed.”
I sighed and gave her a sympathetic look.
“I’m not asking you to make all of that go away. I just want you to be my friend, Matty. My friend…” she repeated before giving me a lopsided grin. “… with benefits. I want to keep carving out an hour a day here and there to hang out and talk to you and… well… let that beautiful dick of yours carve me out. I trust you, trust that you’ll still respect me in the morning. Goodness knows I need the stress release. Just… make my problems disappear and shine a little light in my life.”
“He’s really good at that,” Zofi interjected.
“So I’m told.” She leaned forward and dropped her voice to a near-whisper. “But I don’t want to lie in bed by myself anymore, rubbing off to fantasies of the hot young man who can be strong and confident enough to satisfy a harem of… what… ten different girls? And yet be so warm and comforting enough to hold my hair back while I’m puking and then tenderly wash me off in the shower without even copping a feel. You’re an incredible man, Matty, and I’m so incredibly lucky you decided to be my friend. I knew you were special after escorting me to my brother’s wedding, but even then I had no idea HOW special you might be - how special you ARE to me. So you don’t need to ask me anymore if this is really what I want. You don’t need to play ‘safe Matty’ making sure you’re not taking advantage of me. It’s time, Matty. It’s finally time.”
I leaned back in my chair and raised my hand, calling out, “Check please!”
****
Last night, Skylar asked how many ways I’d imagined seducing her. The answer had been zero, in that I’d always imagined her seducing me. I’d mentally gone through dozens of different scenarios, some of them involving the two of us driving back from dinner. Maybe I was driving her in my minivan. Maybe Skylar was driving her Z/28.
But in none of those scenarios had I ever imagined driving Zofi’s dad’s Audi A8 while Skylar and Zofi sat together in the back seat, passionately clinched together in a wickedly hot lesbian liplock with their hands running all over each other’s body.
It just goes to show that you never really know what the future holds.
Not even in my wildest dreams would I have expected Skylar and Zofi to immediately hit it off. Maybe Zofi simply had a thing for busty blondes (I knew -I- did). Maybe Skylar had a thing for leggy brunettes (I knew -I- did). I knew Skylar was attracted to other women – her flirtations with Neevie were proof enough of that, not to mention her drunken makeout session with Izzy last night – and yet I was still surprised to find her so readily hooking up with a girl she’d literally met only hours before.
I did my best to keep my eyes on the road, knowing how important it was that the three of us make it to our destination safe and sound. But the sounds emanating from the back seat and the glimpses of flesh I got through the Audi’s rearview mirror made it difficult for me to maintain my focus.
At one point, I could see that Zofi had popped Skylar’s crop-top above her pendulous breasts, freeing at least one nipple enough to bend over and suckle away like a starving infant. Skylar also had her hand beneath the very short hem of Zofi’s black dress, her fingers doing a little exploring under there.
But after I parked the car behind my minivan in the tandem driveway of my house, the girls hastily fixed their clothing for the short walk in public to get to the front door. By the time they’d done so, I’d already circled around to open the back door for them like a proper chauffeur. And Skylar beamed at me when she stood up, pecking my cheek and stating politely, “Why thank you, Jeeves!”
I blushed and reached inside to help Zofi step out, smiling as she added, “Thank you, darling.”
I held Zofi’s hand as she stepped out beside me, bringing it close to my chin and staring deep into her beautiful blue eyes. “I know this isn’t turning out to be the weekend you had planned.”
“I know. It’s even better,” she enthused giddily. “Skylar is amazing.”
“I heard that!” the blonde called back from halfway across the pavers to the house. “And you’re pretty amazing yourself!”
I smirked, glanced at Skylar, and then returned my attention to Zofi. “I just want to make sure you’re alright with this. I know you didn’t drive up here this afternoon expecting additional company. You were supposed to have me all to yourself until Monday.”
Zofi smiled serenely. “I have never needed to have you all to myself. That’s never been our relationship. I’ve always shared you with the girls, and I would’ve been happy to share you with one or more of the girls had they not all needed to go home. The arrangement to have me here until Monday had everything to do with ensuring that you were taken care of, and Skylar’s presence tonight only helps me do that.”
“Plus, Skylar’s scorching hot and you’ve been undressing her with your eyes from the moment you saw her.”
“Guilty as charged,” Zofi confirmed with a devilish grin. “So like I said: this weekend is turning out even better than I’d planned. Now come on, darling. Let’s go!”
I chuckled as Zofi started dragging me away from her dad’s car and across the pavers. Skylar was practically vibrating with excitement as she stood on the front porch, quite eager to get inside and get things going, and her hopping in place was doing magnificent things to her braless breasts.
“Neevie’s gonna be sooo jealous when she finds out we did this without her,” I muttered with a wry grin.
“I’ll make it up to her the next time I see her,” Skylar assured me. “But for now, please don’t make me wait any longer!”
I was still grinning as I fished out my keys and then belatedly realized they were the car keys to Zofi’s Audi. I sheepishly handed those over to Zofi while Skylar groaned like a schoolgirl holding a Christmas present in her hands being told that she’d have to wait until after grandma arrived to unwrap it. And then I hurriedly fished out my house keys, unlocked the door, and let us in.
I expected Skylar to leap into my arms, wrap her arms around my head, and sear her lips across mine. But instead she merely darted forward into the house, scampered straight down the short hallway, and started running up the stairs.
“Eager, isn’t she?” Zofi remarked.
“Skylar hasn’t gotten laid in a LONG time from what I understand,” I explained.
“I did get her off in the car,” Zofi pointed out. “You figure that might’ve taken the edge off.”
“Or simply revved her up into being excited for more.”
“Less talking! More walking, please!” Skylar hollered from upstairs.
“Definitely the latter,” Zofi laughed while I shut and locked the door from behind us.
“Shall we?” I suggested, crooking my elbow out to Zofi.
The beautiful brunette wrapped her arms around it and leaned in to give me another peck on the cheek. And then she moved in even closer to my ear, close enough to whisper,
“Darling, let’s blow her mind.”
****
For the second time today, I found myself ascending the stairs following after a gorgeous young woman quite excited to have me come ravish her lush naked body. But whereas I’d earlier scrambled up the steps so fast that I’d slipped and banged my knee in pursuit of Zofi, I took a much more sedate pace this time around, especially since I was still escorting my treasure by her arm.
The two ejaculations I’d enjoyed earlier had most certainly taken the edge off, so I didn’t feel any particular urge to rush ahead. Still, I felt my heartrate quickening as I stepped onto the second-floor landing.
Panting softly, Skylar stood in the middle of my doorway with her right arm extended so that her palm was flat against the doorjamb. Her left arm wrapped around her bare midsection just beneath her breast, her hand holding onto her opposite side. She was still wearing her strappy heeled sandals, with her right foot placed slightly in front of her left. And the sultry position called out for me to reach around her and yank on the extra strings to make her entire outfit come loose and give me access to all of her exquisite goodies.
“Go to her,” Zofi encouraged softly as she released my elbow. “She’s been waiting a long time for this.”
“I have been waiting a long time for this,” Skylar husked, her blue eyes glittering, her bosom rising and falling as she panted, her mouth slightly ajar. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
She opened her arms to me as I stepped between them and set my hands onto the bare skin of her waist. She held my head and immediately mashed her lips onto mine, moaning with obvious arousal. Once again, my senses were immediately filled with a kaleidoscope of inputs: the smell of her, the taste of her, the touch of her.
The passion of her raw, naked lust.
Skylar’s arms circled around my neck and shoulders. She inhaled sharply, and after breaking our liplock for just a second, she pivoted her head the other way and attacked my mouth with fresh fervor. I kissed her back with equal passion, filled with purposeful energy and no longer reacting just on instinct. I was consciously aware of who I was with and why we were doing this. And when she finally tore her mouth away from mine to gasp for air, I smiled confidently at her when she gazed into my eyes with an expression of breathless wonder.
“Take me, Matty…” Skylar crooned.
I stooped to scoop both of her legs beneath my right arm and effortlessly lifted her into a bridal carry. Her eyes never left mine, and through those windows to her soul, I could see the built-up eagerness within, the giddy elation that we were finally, finally taking this next step in our relationship.
Skylar hadn’t gotten laid in a long, long time. More than likely, Zofi fingerbanging her to orgasm in the back seat of the car was the first time she’d received an orgasm from anyone other than herself since she and her boyfriend broke up. I could see her raw desire. I could see her pent-up lust.
I could see the aching loneliness of a young woman feeling like she was all alone in the world.
Part of me wanted to show off my masculine muscle strength, toss Skylar onto my bed, rip off her clothes and then give her a royal pounding with my big, thick dick. Although our relationship was escalating beyond “just friends”, she’d made clear that romance still wasn’t on our horizon and that what she really needed was a reliable booty call to satisfy her carnal needs without taking up too much of her time.
And yet I sensed her craving for intimacy. I sensed her isolation, her feeling of being dissociated from everyone and everything for so long.
As much as I knew that Skylar’s hormones and desire to finally get laid were currently driving her decision making, I hadn’t forgotten the way she’d deliberately chosen to carve out a few hours here and there to talk to me and Naimh. If all she’d wanted was to get laid, with a figure like hers she could’ve done that at any time.
Yes, Skylar wanted me to fuck her brains out.
But what Skylar needed was an emotional connection.
So I didn’t toss her onto my bed, rip off her clothes, and give her a royal pounding.
Well, not yet.
For now, I gently laid Skylar down across my bed and then settled down beside her, propped up on my left elbow. She half-rolled into me, and once again my senses were full of her. She whimpered into our kiss and then pulled away gasping, her lower lip quivering. Her mouth sealed over mine once more, searing fire across my lips. But then she pulled back again, and her whole body shivered in my arms.
“Tell me you want me,” she breathed in a husky voice.
“I want you,” I rasped in reply. My right hand roamed across her back, up and down and briefly toying with the strings that held her crop-top together. But I didn’t yank on them yet, choosing to instead slide my fingers beneath her top to feel the bare skin within, unencumbered by any bra strap.
When she kissed me again and then deepened our liplock, I grabbed hold of her ass and squeezed it firmly. I ducked my face down to the crook of her shoulder, groaning with clear arousal. And she cradled my head, repeating, “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you,” I repeated. And then I brushed the hair back from her neck, murmuring softly, “You’re absolutely exquisite.”
She whimpered again and clutched my head to her neck. But I didn’t kiss it, letting a pause fill the air.
“Tell me how you want me,” she spoke into the silence.
“Slowly.” My lips lightly grazed her ear… her throat… “One sensation at a time.”
Skylar shivered, and her head fell back.
My lips tickled her collarbone, eliciting a tickled response. “Each little bit,” I murmured, “every patch of bare skin, I’ve fantasized what I would do if we ever got this far.”
I continued kissing her soft skin, but gently. I didn’t want to hurry this, not for any reason. My fingertips lightly brushed the hair at the nape of her neck. And then I moved further along her shoulder while tugging the neckline of her crop top away to reveal even more creamy flesh before gently kissing there as well.
And then I kissed her somewhere else.
And somewhere else.
And somewhere else.
Skylar moaned and leaned left and right, trying to anticipate where my next kiss would land, so I moved higher and nipped her ear instead. She shivered again and giggled, and then after rolling over onto her back, she spread her arms out in complete surrender to let me have free reign across her entire body.
I traversed her right shoulder with butterfly kisses, moved down her right arm, and then returned back to nibble on her midsection. I let my right hand do a little roaming up and down her leg, and when my fingers found the drawstrings that cinched the hem of her sheath skirt tight around her legs, I quickly tugged on a loose end to open the bow and then yanked back on the hem to start stretching it out.
Skylar shivered once more as my fingertips made contact with her inner thigh. A moment later, she giggled and twitched when my tongue briefly tickled her cute belly button. I kept leaving light butterfly kisses up her midsection, teased the reversed cleavage of her underboob, and then worked my way back up to her face.
I kissed her at the same time I let my fingertips make contact with her soaking wet panties. And she moaned into my mouth when I briefly slipped two digits past the barrier to penetrate her body for the very first time.
Just the tips.
Just a tease.
I’d waited a long time for this, and I wanted to savor every moment.
Skylar, however, had waited perhaps a little too long for this, and she whined when my fingers withdrew. I scratched her inner thighs, making her mewl into my mouth as I resumed our kiss. But I kept my touch featherlight, even my lips. And when she tried to raise her head to deepen the passion of our liplock, I withdrew my head a few inches before smiling down at her with an impish grin.
Skylar bit her lip, weighing her urgent need against her desire to let me take charge. I took pity on her then, deciding I’d toyed with her enough. So I rolled myself atop her body and reached down with both hands to grasp the hem of her loosened skirt. I tugged the material upwards, baring her legs, and then grasped her thighs in my hands and firmly squeezed. The blonde’s arms raised up and wrapped around my shoulders, clutching me desperately as I ducked my head to her neck and started to gently gnaw, although I stopped short of giving her a hickey.
I wanted to please her, but Skylar didn’t belong to me, and I didn’t want to mark her in that way.
I worked my way up her neck and across her jawline until my lips hovered mere millimeters away from her mouth. She pushed forward to press hers to mine, but I backed away in equal measure, leaving her momentarily breathless.
And only then did I bring my mouth down… hard… onto hers.
Skylar trembled in my arms when I cinched my grip around her body, clamped my legs against her sides, and then claimed her lips with my own. I growled in victorious conquest, and she purred beneath me in welcoming response. I let my groin come into contact with hers, letting her feel the iron-hard bar in my pants pressing down against her mons. And she reached down to grab my ass and tug our bodies even closer together.
And then she rolled us over.
I could almost hear her voice cursing, Stop fucking teasing me! as I laughed aloud. I could tell Skylar wanted to take a more active role in our foreplay, and I was only too happy to let her drive for a little bit. That said, I really wanted to feast my eyes (and hands) on her bare-naked boobies, so as soon as my hands found the drawstrings to her crop-top in the middle of her back, I immediately tugged.
The bow came loose, and Skylar giggled down at me with a giddy grin as she felt the strings supporting her breasts suddenly go slack. She sat upright and tugged the hem of her skirt a little higher so that it bunched up around her waist and she could straddle my lap. She curled her shoulders inwards to stretch the fabric of her top and loosen the strings even further. Then, with the electric blue material hanging somewhat looser over her pendulous breasts, she hooked her thumbs beneath the front of her crop-top and asked teasingly, “Wanna see these?”
I nodded like an eager puppy.
The busty blonde bombshell didn’t make a big production of it, merely lifting the hem of her top up and over her head to bare paradise to my blissful view. Her marvelous melons were absolutely incredible: large, firm, and round while yet hanging heavy enough to prove they were all-natural. My hands immediately shot up to grasp them and hold them in my hands. I certainly had a thing for big tits, if you hadn’t noticed by now. And Skylar merely smiled and let me play with her massive hooters while she rather casually pulled her arms free of the crop-top’s long sleeves.
And then she fell forward, dropping her big tits onto my face.
I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven.
As it was, I remained alive and able to feast on her nipples and nuzzle my face within the vast valley of Skylar’s cleavage. I grabbed her bare buttcheeks and squeezed, at least until her forearms knocked my hands loose when she got up on her knees and started tugging her skirt and panties off. Once I realized what she was doing, I wrapped both arms around her midsection and then rolled us over again. And after Skylar went yelping as she flopped over onto her back, she giggled and raised her ass into the air to allow me to yank the offending garments down her legs and toss them over my shoulder onto the floor.
Skylar Sutcliffe - English rose, bodaciously buxom blue-eyed honey-blonde bombshell, and my ex-T.A. – lay completely naked across my bed. Her knees were up and spread to the sides with her puffy pink labia engorged and wide-open – a warmly welcome invitation to come inside.
FUCK YEAH.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Skylar murmured, her eyes glittering. “Zofi? Would you be a dear and take his clothes off for me?”
“With pleasure,” the brunette beauty by the door replied with a gentle purr in her voice.
I’d never forgotten about Zofi; I’d merely chosen to focus on Skylar. But now I glanced at my treasure and gave her a welcoming smile as the brunette approached, noting how she’d let her hair down while watching us. And after stepping off the foot of the bed and standing erect so Zofi could do her thing, I returned my gaze to the blonde.
“In how many different ways have you fantasized about this moment?” I asked her.
“Many,” Skylar replied with sparkling blue eyes, propping herself up on her elbows to watch Zofi strip me. “You said you imagined us being alone, but in most of MY fantasies, we always had at least one girl with us, if not more.”
“I’ll bet you imagined Neevie taking my clothes off for you just like this,” I commented while Zofi stood behind me, reaching around my torso to undo my shirt buttons one at a time. “We’ll have to reenact this for her the next time we see her.”
“And the next time, and the next time, and the next.” Skylar giggled excitedly. “Oh, I imagine we’re going to be doing this a LOT together.”
I raised my eyebrows and gave her a serious look. “If that’s what you really want. I’m not your boyfriend. You’re not my girlfriend. I’m committed to supporting you in whatever way you need me - that’s what I do. If you want to get occasional stress relief, I’ll be more than happy to satisfy you. If you don’t, I won’t come around asking. I promise I won’t take up more of your time than you have available or make cloying demands for your attention.”
“I know you won’t, and I sincerely appreciate that.”
Zofi had finished with my shirt, and when I craned my head around, puckering up, my treasure silently met me for a sweet kiss. And then I turned back to Skylar, stating earnestly, “At the same time, you know I’ve made the same promise of support to the BTC girls. If you want to do this more often while one or more of the other girls in my life wants my… services… at the same time, you’re gonna have to share.”
Skylar’s eyes glittered. “Good thing I enjoy sex with other girls. And I’m looking forward to those occasions.”
Zofi giggled and gave Skylar a wink, and then she started to go to work on my pants. Unbuttoning and unzipping didn’t take long, and then Zofi was dropping to the floor, taking both my pants and my boxer shorts with her.
“Holy fuck, that really IS the biggest dick I’ve ever seen,” Skylar breathed in awe.
“Whew,” I muttered in relief. “It would’ve been a mild kick to my ego if you’d said otherwise.”
“Eva wasn’t lying…” Skylar added breathlessly. “That is a gorgeous cock, Matty. One might even call it gorgeois.”
I chuckled at Skylar’s little joke, and she winked at me.
“Do you want to taste him?” Zofi asked, looking up before helping me step out of my pants and boxers. I’d already removed my undershirt, and now stood as completely naked as Skylar already was.
The blonde licked her lips but then shook her head. “I do want to taste him, but I think I’d like my first taste of him to be with your pussy juices on his dick.”
Zofi giggled. “Yep, she is definitely going to fit right in.”
“Right now,” Skylar continued, “I want nothing more than to feel that monster stretching my pussy wider than it’s ever been stretched before. Come to me, Matty. Come inside me.”
My mind was suddenly filled with a vision of my thick erection absolutely flooding Skylar’s womb with all my creamy cum, and my dick twitched in eager anticipation.
“Come to me, Matty…” Skylar crooned again, beckoning to me with both arms and spread thighs as I climbed onto the bed on all fours and loomed directly over her. My face dipped until it was inches above hers. She wrapped her legs around my midsection, and I felt Zofi reach down between us to hold my shaft and aim it unerringly into position.
“Come inside me, Matty…” Skylar urged, her lips parted as she panted with lustful arousal. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
But I did make her wait a little longer.
Just a bit.
First, I wanted to dip my head down and softly press my lips to hers. I wanted her senses to be filled with a kaleidoscope of inputs. The smell of me. The taste of me. The sight of my stormy eyes. The sound of my moan. And the touch of my mouth pressed hard against hers.
And then I pushed.
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