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VIP-BTC2: Chapter 51
🕑 Added 2023-03-24 19:00:03 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 51: No Big Deal --
****
Heat.
Pressure.
Pleasure.
Something felt GOOD.
I wasn’t asleep anymore, but neither was I awake. Instead, I hovered on a different plane of existence, between here and there.
It wasn’t a dream.
Nor was it entirely reality.
I wasn’t alone.
Nor was I awake.
Heat.
Pressure.
Pleasure.
Something felt REALLY good.
Somebody moaned. Was it me? It kind of sounded like me. But it also came from a place so far away and distant, like the echoes of an exploding star that died a hundred million years ago but whose light and radiation were only reaching us now.
Like a supernova.
Heat.
Pressure.
Pleasure.
So, so fucking good.
Another moan, but this one wasn’t me. It was closer, and yet higher, not only in elevation but also in pitch. It was almost a whimper, a gasp, or even just an exhaled breath. But it wasn’t me.
I wasn’t alone.
Nor was I awake.
Heat.
Pressure.
Pleasure.
Incredibly good.
Another moan, this one neither me nor the girl above me. It came from the right, the same side that… she… had slept beside me.
We weren’t alone.
And then another moan. A third girl’s voice.
And only then did it all start coming back to me.
Heat.
Pressure.
Pleasure.
OMFG so good.
My abs clenched and released of their own accord. I wasn’t thrusting, not exactly. More like I was reacting. It was an involuntary movement. It was an unconscious movement.
Because I wasn’t awake, you see.
Not quite. Not yet.
I could feel my balls tensing, the density within them building.
Too much heat.
Too much pressure.
Too much pleasure.
I wouldn’t last long. The only question was: would I awake in time to really enjoy it?
She was on top of me, that much I now knew. I still wasn’t thrusting, but nor did I need to. She was doing all the work, humping her body up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. She was the one moaning, not me. Sometimes her moans were deep and guttural, as if my hard prick penetrating her inner depths was knocking the wind out of her. Other times her whimpers and breathy panting were quite cute and dainty. But there was absolutely no doubt that I was getting ridden hard, and ridden well.
Because there was so much heat. So much pressure. So much pleasure.
Too much.
Soft, warm flesh pressed down around my face – the unmistakable feel of massive mammaries mashed up against my cheeks. I felt her hands in my hair, holding my head to her bosom as she athletically humped herself up and down my big dick.
“Matty! Matty! Matty!” she moaned, my name the first articulated word that pierced through the fog. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”
My fingernails dug into her supple buttcheeks. When had I started grabbing her ass? Had I always been holding onto her ass? The rubbery texture of an erect nipple brushed across my lips, and I instinctively latched on like a starving infant to suckle at the teat, my mind awash with the taste of sheer pleasure as if actual liquid milk were spurting down my throat.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!”
And now I was awake.
Too much heat.
Too much pressure.
Too much pleasure.
My hips jerked.
My cock thrust upwards.
And I started cumming.
Too much heat. Too much pressure. Too much pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the bottled-up ecstasy just exploded out of me.
Like a supernova.
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” she screamed.
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” she screamed again.
“AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” she screamed one last time.
I was still spurting when she collapsed straight down on top of me, smothering my face with her big breasts to the point where she actually cut off my supply of oxygen. I hadn’t expected to die from suffocation this morning, but if it were to happen this way, it would be a good way to go.
My feet had been planted flat for leverage for that final upward thrust. But as the waning energy of my last ejaculatory eruption faded, so too did my grip on the mattress. When my legs collapsed and straightened out, so too did the support beneath my lover’s butt. Her upper body slid down my chest and belly, removing her tits from atop my face. And all of a sudden I could breathe again.
I could open my eyes.
And I could beam up at the blissfully satisfied smile spread across the face of the most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved.
My Neevie.
My Squeakers.
My Love.
And then I blacked out.
****
Heat.
Not so much pressure.
Still some residual pleasure.
I was not alone.
Nor was I awake.
But then something tickled my balls, and with a start, I did jerk awake.
“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat.
Expecting that recoil, she backed away rather than choke on my thickness. When my hips settled back down, so did she, and I felt the moist warmth of a welcoming wet mouth re-surrounding my swollen shaft.
And only then did I open my eyes.
My Baby Belle’s brilliant pale-green eyes sparkled in the morning light as she stared up at me, her tiny mouth stretched wide around the girth of my thick dick. I smiled a dreamy smile and reached up to caress her cheek with my fingertips. And she hummed happily feeling my tender affection.
A soft whimper to my right drew my attention, and I glanced over to find my freckled Irish girlfriend’s freckled naked body on full display beside me. Naimh sat up against the headboard with her bare breasts heaving and her skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Sam’s platinum-blonde head wriggled between the redhead’s thighs, evidently still slurping out the creampie I’d left inside.
“Dia duit, Neevie,” I greeted with a sleepy smile.
The redhead’s eyelids fluttered as she turned to look at me. Her lower lip quivered as Sam’s tongue titillated her teenaged twat, but she managed to grin and reply, “Maidin mhaith, Matty.”
A moment later, Sam raised up, quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and grinned at me as well while greeting merrily, “Morning, Matty!”
“Morning, Matty!” Belle chimed in as well after popping off my prick while continuing to stroke my shaft with her tiny right hand. Despite having already blasted one load of sperm into Naimh’s sodden snatch, my erection seemed rock-hard and ready to keep going – a fact not lost on Belle as she winked at Sam and asked, “You wanna go for a ride?”
Putting a finger to her lips, Sam put on an exaggerated look of mock contemplation, musing theatrically, “Decisions, decisions…”
Belle giggled, “Well if you’re gonna take your sweet time making up your mind then--”
“No, I don’t wanna go for a ride,” Sam stated with finality, much to everyone’s surprise. But when we all gave her perplexed looks, she grinned and said, “I want you to go for a ride, B, while I sit on his face and feel his hands on my big boobs with you leaning forward to make out with me. And then after you get your cookies, he can roll me onto my back and hammer me into the mattress until he fills me up with all his liquid love so you can slurp it out and snowball some of it back to me. Hmm?”
“Do we have time for all that?” Belle asked. “It’s getting late and nobody’s started brekkie.”
“I’ll go start brekkie,” Naimh offered with a grin. “One for all.”
“One for all,” Sam repeated with a smile, raising her fist to bump knuckles with Naimh.
Belle took another lollipop lick at my mushroom head and then sat up straight, giggling with mirthful eyes for me. “And all for you.”
****
Belle did go for a ride. Sam did sit on my face with my hands on her big boobs with Belle leaning forward to make out with her. And then after Belle got her cookies, I did roll Sam onto her back and hammer her into the mattress until I filled her up with all my liquid love.
Belle did slurp it out and snowball (some of) it back to Sam. And the pair of horny coeds were still smacking their lips and giggling together when I finally slipped out of bed to get started on my day.
It was now Wednesday and the third morning in a row I’d woken up with all three of my girlfriends in bed with me. Naimh was just as in love with me as ever. Sam was making a point of sharing every night with us, even if she still spent the vast majority of her days elsewhere studying for Finals with her Pre-Law friends. No matter how late at night, she always came home. And Belle wasn’t about to be the only girl in the house not spending the night with me. I certainly had no complaints, spending night after night submerged beneath the bare bodies of beautiful, bodaciously buxom babes.
Not trying to jinx it or anything, but I had to say that I’d been enjoying a pretty good first couple days of Finals Week. College life was typically described as the three S’s: Studying, Sleep, and Social Life – Pick Two. But I felt like I was doing well with all three.
I had high enough scores in all my classes to not feel overly anxious about my grades, so while I spent a significant amount of time studying, I didn’t feel overwhelmed with academics.
I got plenty of sleep, and usually passed out exhausted after evacuating the built-up contents of my balls into and all over the nubile bodies of comely coeds with an apparent addiction to swallowing my cum. The modified Finals schedule with none of our exams beginning before 9am allowed us all to sleep in a little longer in the mornings as well compared to regular school days.
And I felt nothing but happiness and gratitude for my excellent social life. Although Sam was absent quite a bit, the girls welcomed her whenever she was around without any tension or cattiness, and as I said she made a point of always coming home at night. Naimh was extra-affectionate and maybe a little bit clingy, but I had no complaints and loved having her with me as often as humanly possible. Belle was her typically ebullient self and had been on her best behavior lately, giving me no reason to complain. Eva was serene and felt more integrated with The BTC than ever before, and I came home on Tuesday to find her and Naimh having a little “study break” together all on their own. And Lily had come by on both Monday and Tuesday nights to have dinner with us and catch up with old friends – her hoalauna.
She and Belle even went upstairs for an hour to have a nice chat, and when they came back down, both seemed far more at ease with each other, and they promised to remain friends.
So like I said: it had been a pretty good first couple days of Finals Week, and given the way my morning had started off with a bang, I was looking forward to an equally pleasant Wednesday. I went to the bathroom to perform my morning ablutions and then returned to my bedroom to start getting dressed. Belle and Sam finally rolled out of bed as well, but given that I’d been blessed with a Y-chromosome, I was quite obviously ready well before they were and left the room first.
The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as I descended and would’ve alerted everyone in the house that I was coming. So as soon as I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Naimh turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, “Morning, luv.”
“Morning, love,” I replied with equal warmth while gathering up my personal redhead into my arms. She set her spatula down on a plate and squeezed me fiercely before pulling her head back to peck my lips. But then a simple peck served merely to whet her appetite, so she returned for another peck, and then a harder kiss, and then an ever fiercer kiss.
Within seconds, we were engaged in a full-blown makeout session.
And then my stomach started growling.
Naimh broke away from me, giggling. She patted my belly and then shooed me away. “Go grab the OJ and have a seat. Brekkie will be done in a jiff.”
I nodded but didn’t release her from my arms just yet. “We still on for lunch?”
“Of course.” Naimh’s eyes sparkled as she read my face. “You look more nervous about seeing her again than you are about your Final.”
“That’s because I am,” I confirmed. In all seriousness, I wasn’t worried about any of my academic grades. Interpersonal relationships were far more stressful.
Naimh smiled at me kindly. “Relax. It’ll all work out. Just stand there and look pretty while I do all the talking.”
“I can do that.”
She beamed at me and then patted my butt. “That you can. Now stop distractin’ me before I burn something.”
I gave her one more peck and then left.
****
It was a Wednesday, but Finals Week was anything but routine. With none of us attending classes in accordance with our normal semester schedules, everything was a little bit off. But on this particular Wednesday, all four of us happened to be able to walk to campus together.
Sam held my hand for the initial walk from our house, but as soon as we crossed Bancroft, she gave me a quick kiss and then headed east down the sidewalk to get to her class.
Belle then slipped her hand into mine, but when we reached the next intersection, she leaped into my arms for a Koala-bear hug, gave me a passionate, tongue-twisting kiss, and then set off northward to get to her class.
That left Naimh with me, only too happy to intertwine her fingers with mine as if they were the metaphorical roots to our hearts. And we set off hand-in-hand for the remainder of my journey.
Naimh actually didn’t have a Final this morning, but simply wanted to walk me to class for companionship and moral support. She could tell I was feeling pensive – for more than one reason – and gave my palm a set of three reassuring squeezes to silently say, I. Love. You.
I smiled and gave her three squeezes back.
As we approached the Engineering building, I started glancing around and down the various walkways that led to the plaza, wondering who we might randomly bump into before class. And sure enough, almost immediately after we arrived, I noticed the approach of a beautiful brunette with wavy dark hair, expressive dark eyes, and a scoop-neck sweater that afforded me and everyone else an expansive view of her tanned cleavage.
Isabela likewise took notice of our presence. It was the first time any of us were seeing each other since Sunday morning’s “breakup”. And she gave us a somewhat pensive look of uncertainty as we came to a stop in the plaza and turned to wait for her arrival.
Naimh was the first to greet her amiably, “Good morning, Izzy.”
“Morning, Izzy,” I chimed in.
“Morning, guys. How’re you doing?” Isabela asked with a tight smile as she came to a stop a few feet away.
Naimh let go of my hand and stepped forward to give the lovely Latina girl a warm hug. “We’re really good, actually. Sam’s back and making an effort and Matty’s relieved she and I have sorted things out.”
“So Belle tells me,” Isabela replied, blushing and glancing down at the ground.
Although Isabela herself had decided to put some distance between herself and me or my house, Belle had insisted on remaining friends with her, and Isabela was more than happy to continue hanging out with my impish little pixie, albeit on her own terms. For example, I knew that Belle had gone to visit Isabela yesterday afternoon. And through Belle, we knew that Isabela felt rather anxious about seeing the rest of us again.
“Relax, Izzy. We’re not gonna bite,” I told her warmly when Naimh took a step back and I moved in for my own hug. “I’m not some jilted boyfriend who’s gonna resent you for dumping him. It’s cool. We’re cool.”
“Even though I did dump you,” Isabela muttered anxiously. She still had her arms around me, but the pressure of her grip slackened.
I took a deep breath and kept her in my arms while pulling back far enough to look at her face-to-face, although she pointedly looked away from me in shame. “I never push a girl for more than she can handle,” I told her steadily. “And I’m not upset with you for finding your limit and deciding that a continued relationship wasn’t for you. I didn’t make you go through a long, drawn-out conversation on Sunday, and we’re not gonna have a long, drawn-out conversation five minutes before we have to walk inside and take our E10 Final. Seriously, Izzy, we’re cool. No big deal.”
“You really mean that?” Isabela turned to look up at me with large brown eyes.
I gave her a reassuring smile. “You know I do.”
She softened, and when her gaze darted briefly to my lips, I got the impression she was about to kiss me. But instead she took a deep breath to collect herself and then nodded a few times. “Thanks, Matty.”
“You’re welcome,” I told her sincerely. Then I patted her shoulders and released my grip, letting her take a step back.
Isabela glanced at the Engineering building, looked over at Naimh, and then returned her attention to me. With a quirky smile, she suggested, “¿Vamos?”
I chuckled and waved her on. “I’ll be there in a minute. You go ahead.”
Isabela glanced again at Naimh before nodding, wrapping her arms around her midsection and then walking off towards the front doors.
My freckled redhead quickly hugged herself against my side, watching Isabela go before turning to peck my cheek. “See? That went well.”
“I was never worried about Izzy,” I replied, taking a deep breath and feeling butterflies in my stomach while holding Naimh’s waist and pulling it a little tighter against me. I glanced down at her and repeated, “We still on for lunch?”
She nodded and gave me another peck, this time on the lips. “I’ll be right here when you come outside.”
“Thanks. Love you, Squeakers.”
Naimh grinned and nuzzled her nose against mine. “Squeak-squeak.”
****
Isabela was not in her usual spot in the seat immediately next to mine, but only because of the Professor’s rules for taking our tests. Each student had to be separated from each other by at least one empty seat, so we’d spread out around the lecture hall and the lovely brunette was merely one extra seat over from me.
I gave her another warm smile and wished her “good luck” while getting myself situated. And then I started my usual routine of taking deep, calming breaths to collect myself and focus before starting up a three-hour exam.
But all that effort went to waste when a new sound made my heartrate suddenly quicken: the familiar sound of high heels rhythmically striking individual stair treads. I stiffened and turned to look over my shoulder just in time to see Skylar descending towards us, and I couldn’t help but look up at her with a sense of uncertainty. I didn’t want to think she was avoiding me – simply busy with all the things going on in the life of a grad student/T.A. living on her own. But the fact remained that I hadn’t seen her since the day she asked me not to tempt her into doing the same thing that had gotten her disowned from her family in the first place.
At least Naimh had talked to her on the phone and gotten her to agree to meet with us for lunch today after the E10 Final.
The beautiful blonde bombshell paused beside my seat, smiling kindly as she greeted politely, “Good morning. Good luck on the exam.”
Her expression was serene, with no trace of the anxiety I was feeling inside. And in that moment, I truly felt like ‘just a kid’ compared to the worldly, mature older woman.
“Uh, morning,” I replied weakly, mentally cursing myself for the quaver in my voice. And in a stronger tone, I finished, “And thank you.”
Skylar nodded wordlessly and continued on her way.
It’s no big deal.
It’s no big deal.
It’s no big deal.
“What was that about?” Isabela asked, leaning over from her seat in a way that made my eyes briefly yo-yo down to her cleavage.
I smiled and shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”
****
“It’s kind of a big deal,” Skylar muttered with a wry grin and a look on her face that asked, ‘Haven’t we already done this before?’ She sighed and continued, “You’re my friends – two of the few – and I never want you to feel like I’m avoiding you.”
“We never thought you were avoiding us,” Naimh insisted politely. “You’ve just got a lot going on in your life. We understand.”
Skylar smirked. “I’m sure it crossed your mind that I might be avoiding you.”
“Crossed our minds, yes,” I admitted. “But Grad students have Finals too. Plus grading. Plus contract work.”
“Thanks for understanding.” Skylar sighed and sank deeper into her chair.
I’d thought she looked exhausted last week, but if anything she looked even worse today. Her hair was limp. Her skin lacked its usual shine. There were dark circles under her eyes. And even with her elbows braced on the table, her shoulders sagged.
“At least with the contract work, my papers aren’t due until the end of the month,” the blonde continued. “I can push them off for a week, but it’s likely I’ll spend my entire Christmas holiday sitting in front of my computer writing techpubs.”
“Well that doesn’t sound like a fun way to spend your holiday,” Naimh stated disapprovingly.
“I do not disagree with you,” Skylar muttered in resignation. “But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
“I think you should come spend more time with us this holiday,” Naimh suggested. “You can’t spend ALL day every day in front of your computer.”
“I’d love to meet up every now and again to chat, but aren’t you all heading back home to spend time with your families?” Skylar asked.
“No home or family for me to go back to,” I pointed out. “I’ll certainly be here for all three weeks.”
“Right then.” Naimh’s eyes sparkled at Skylar. “You can come keep Matty company while I’m gone.”
The blonde snorted and shook her head. “Never thought I’d hear a girlfriend suggesting I come keep her boyfriend company while she’s gone.”
“I’m no ordinary girlfriend, and Matty’s no ordinary man.”
“I do not disagree with you,” Skylar repeated with a smile. “But surely you won’t be leaving him for ALL three weeks.”
“Most everyone is going home through Christmas, at least. My parents certainly want me sleeping under their roof for a while. Same with Sam and Belle. Even Eva and Lily are flying back to Hawaii. Our hometown isn’t so far away that Matty can’t visit, but he may need to get used to sleeping alone at night for the first time in a long time…” Neevie’s grin was all teeth. “… unless you’d be interested in--”
“I’m NOT going to keep Matty company in bed,” Skylar cut her off with an eye roll and an amused smirk.
“But after Christmas,” Naimh continued, “we talked all of our parents into letting us rent a big house together at Mammoth Mountain for New Year’s. Bringing the original BTC back together. You should come!”
Skylar blinked. “I’m not part of your original BTC.”
“Neither is Eva, but she’s still coming with us. C’mon, you’ll love it. You can meet Alice and Mari and Zofi and Holly. You can ski, right? I’ll bet you look adorable in a snow beanie.”
Skylar blinked again. “I doubt your high school friends would want a stranger crashing their reunion.”
Naimh smirked. “I’m certain they would welcome you with open arms.”
I coughed rather than state aloud the revision I would’ve made to my girlfriend’s statement.
“C’mon, Sky,” the redhead encouraged. “Take a holiday. It’ll be in January. No school. Get your techpubs turned in before your December deadline and then spend four nights with us in a winter wonderland. The place has a big hot tub…” She pretty much sang that last sentence.
Skylar’s eyes darted to me. “And I’ll bet Matty would love to see me in a bikini.”
“I do not disagree with you,” I drawled with a smirk.
“I’d love t’see ya in a bikini,” Naimh added with a grin. “And then strip off your bikini, too.”
Skylar grinned back at first, but then her eyes dimmed as she returned her attention back to Naimh. “I’m sure you and your friends will be eager to strip off each other’s bikinis and… enjoy the stress relief of being college students enjoying their holiday with each other.”
“As if you wouldn’t be a college student on holiday eager to get some stress relief?” Naimh teased.
Skylar pursed her lips. “I’ve told you before: that’s not our relationship. And don’t go trying to insist you’d keep things chaste around me. I wouldn’t want to be the wet blanket smothering your holiday.”
Naimh deflated, sighing. “Fine, fine. Just remember that you have an open invitation should you wish to accept it.”
The blonde smiled kindly. “Thank you for the offer. But moving on: you mentioned at the café that there’s a lot going on in your lives.”
“Omigoodness it’s been crazy,” Naimh breathed. “Isabela walked out. Lily came back to visit. I told Matty I wanted him to break up with Sam.”
“Wait, what?” Skylar sat up straight in surprise.
“I can give you the broad strokes.”
“Screw the ‘broad strokes’,” Skylar scoffed. “Details. I want details.”
Naimh lit up with her ‘Ooh! I get to gossip!’ face while Skylar leaned forward on her elbows, her expression making clear that she was far more interested in getting those details than she was in eating the untouched hummus wrap or sweet potato chips still on the plate in front of her.
Naimh likewise showed little interest in her lunch, leaning forward with her arms folded across the dining table. My freckled redhead’s emerald-green eyes sparkled as she smiled, spending the next twenty minutes happily sharing those details, proceeding to describe (with very little restraint) pretty much everything that had gone on with everyone over the past week since she and Skylar had last seen each other: from Sam to Eva to Lincoln’s Party and Charlie to me seeing Lily again to Izzy leaving to Luna still coming over to work on cosplay costumes to studying for Finals.
Meanwhile, I worked my way through my pastrami sandwich and curly fries, significantly more interested in stuffing my belly than in rehashing all the girl-drama going on in my life. Even after I’d finished my meal, the girls kept nattering on, showing no signs of remotely slowing down let alone stopping.
As the viscous fats and oils of my heart-attack-on-a-plate meal slowly soaked into my stomach, I felt the weariness of a long day combined with my post-Final adrenaline crash start to make my eyelids feel heavy and my mind go blank. And without really thinking about it, I sauntered over to Skylar’s sofa, propped my elbow on the armrest and the side of my head against my palm, and closed my eyes for just a second.
Just a second.
****
Many, many seconds later, some faint buzzing sound at the farthest range of my hearing slowly burrowed its way past my ears and through my ear canals to gently prick the surface of my subconscious mind. Slow, steady, and consistent in both volume and pitch, the sound was the exact opposite of my alarm clock’s infuriating electronic screech, and so it gently stirred my sense of awareness rather than abruptly jerk it away from a state of tranquil slumber.
Well, it wasn’t the exact opposite of my alarm clock. The ‘exact’ opposite sound would’ve been more accurately described as soothing and somnambulant, like an Enya song or the rhythmic sounds of waves crashing on a beach. This sound was more akin to the electrical static of a car radio not quite tuned to the right channel, occasionally interrupted by brief moments of silence.
I couldn’t immediately identify the source of that sound, and in the corner of my mind, some dim curiosity to find out is what ultimately stirred me awake. My eyes remained closed for some time, my brain sluggishly positing hypothetical guesses as to the sound’s origin and then discarding the answers like a middle schooler plugging and chugging random numbers into an Algebra problem.
Eventually, I woke up enough to be a little more proactive in my problem-solving. I took a deep breath, stretched out my arms and legs, and cracked my eyelids back open. But rather than continue to wonder as to the source of that buzzing sound, when my vision took in the unexpected environment surrounding me, the available computational power of my brain refocused its processes on piecing together my final moments of consciousness in order to answer the questions “Where am I?”, “Why am I here?”, and “What time is it?”
I quickly realized that I was in Skylar’s apartment – and more specifically on Skylar’s sofa - lying on my side with one hand dragging on the floor and crusty drool in the corner of my mouth.
I realized that I was here because I’d fallen asleep after lunch. Studying for Finals and back-to-back-to-back nights with three girlfriends in my bed (all of whom with a vested interest in reminding me just how much they loved me) had taken their toll on my body – not to mention enduring a weekend that had been both physically and emotionally draining. Although I needed replacement calories, the heavy meal I’d consumed had been quite sleep-inducing, so I really shouldn’t have been surprised I’d passed out.
And a glance at the wall clock told me that I’d been asleep for over an hour.
There was no sign of the sofa’s owner, nor was there any sign of my Head Girlfriend. Given the time, Naimh must’ve left the apartment to go take her afternoon Final, perhaps only a few minutes ago.
And then I suddenly realized what the faint buzzing sound was:
The sounds of a shower running.
And was it just my imagination, or were the sounds somewhat louder than they should’ve been behind a closed door?
Pushing myself up with one hand, I wiped the drool away from the corner of my mouth with the back of my other hand. And then I twisted around to look in the direction of Skylar’s apartment bathroom.
My E10 T.A. lived in an ordinary one-bedroom apartment with a fairly typical layout. The bathroom itself was not directly connected to the bedroom so as to be available to anyone in the apartment. And from my current vantage point, if the bathroom door had been wide open, I’d be able to see the sink and mirror area.
But of course the bathroom door wasn’t wide open while Skylar was taking a shower.
But nor was it completely shut, either.
There was no mistaking the fact that the bathroom door was cracked open an inch or two, leaving a sliver of light in the gap. I had no way of knowing with absolute certainty whether Skylar had left the door ajar on purpose or on accident. But given that this wasn’t the first time I’d been in Skylar’s apartment with the door cracked open while she was taking a shower, I’d bet every dime I owned on “not an accident”.
And I wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
I was fairly sure Skylar didn’t want me to go into the bathroom and fuck her brains out against the wall giving her orgasm after orgasm until she collapsed into a limp puddle of used-up ecstasy. Although I knew she was exhausted and horny and desperately in need of some stress relief, she’d gone out of her way to make clear that our relationship was not a sexual one and had even repeated that statement earlier today. And even IF I were to go into the bathroom and fuck her brains out against the wall giving her orgasm after orgasm until she collapsed into a limp puddle of used-up ecstasy, everything I knew about her and every instinct I felt told me that she’d immediately regret such an encounter to such a degree that it would irreparably damage our friendship in a way from which we’d never, ever recover.
‘Please don’t tempt me. I can’t do this. Not again.’
But then why would she deliberately leave her door cracked open again?
Did she assume I’d remain blissfully unconscious all the way through her shower, and by leaving the door cracked open she was giving herself a naughty little thrill. I suppose I could imagine Skylar waking me up thirty minutes from now with a sly little smile, titillated by the knowledge that I could’ve snuck a peek at her if only I’d woken up but with me none the wiser.
Did she assume I would wake up, rapidly notice that the door was cracked open, and…
… and what? What did she expect me to do? What did she want me to do?
Go into the bathroom and fuck her brains out against the wall giving her orgasm after orgasm until she collapsed into a limp puddle of used-up ecstasy, consequences be damned?
Assume I’d be the perfect gentleman she believed me to be and refrain from ogling her?
Again.
But then didn’t she say last time that she found herself wishing I didn’t refrain?
If she didn’t want me to come take a peek, why would she so blatantly offer up this kind of opportunity almost immediately after the last incident? The first was kind of an accidental test. But a second?
Fool me once…
The last time this had happened, I’d stayed right where I was at Skylar’s dining table, eating my lunch and doing my homework, pretending I’d never noticed the door ajar. But this time?
I stood up from the sofa.
I walked over to the bathroom.
I reached for the doorknob.
And I started to pull the door shut.
My intention was to remove the temptation. Close the door, don’t peek, and make abundantly clear that Skylar would ALWAYS be able to trust me. Trust was very important to me. Trust was the very foundation of my relationships. The “Safe Matty” that Skylar and all the other girls had come to trust would never violate a girl’s personal boundaries or do anything without her express consent.
Then again, consent was defined by mutual understanding between two parties. Just this weekend Eva, Sam, and I had discussed my habit of pushing my morning wood into a girlfriend’s unconscious body while she still slept: a typically nonconsensual act that had been previously consented to by the parties involved. I’d been granted permission to wake up my girlfriends in such a manner, in the same way that the girls had been granted permission to give me an alarm clock blowjob – or even an alarm clock fuck the way Naimh had done this very morning. Advance consent was dependent upon identifying a situation and making clear that future action taken in that situation would be permitted.
Had Skylar made clear that future action taken in this situation would be permitted?
The door being cracked open wasn’t an accident.
Leaving the door ajar knowing full well that I was in the apartment – again – sounded a LOT like an invitation. Perhaps not an invitation to go inside and fuck her brains out against the wall giving her orgasm after orgasm until she collapsed into a limp puddle of used-up ecstasy, but still… an invitation, right?
I didn’t know.
I wasn’t sure.
So I hesitated.
I hesitated with my hand on the doorknob.
And I looked through the crack.
I did not have a direct line of sight into the shower stall itself, but I did have a perfect angle to see Skylar’s reflection in the mirror. She stood facing away from the shower head, her posture erect with her head tilted back, her elbows up as she massaged bubbly shampoo lather through the stack of honey-blonde hair piled atop her head. At this angle, I could see the broad swell of her large, bare breast, although the nipple was just out of view. Following the graceful sway of her back, I had a great view of her bubble butt, pleasantly plump and yet firm and bisected by a tight black shadow of ass cleavage.
Clothed, Skylar was a gorgeous creature of femininity that inspired lustful ardor in everyone she met.
Nude, she was a wet dream come to life. From head to toe she was a WOMAN in ALL-CAPS, fully matured with curves for days in a way the teenage girls I’d grown up with had yet to completely fill out.
She was incredible.
Soapy bubbles ran down her neck, shoulders, and bare backside in rivers as she continued to run her hands through her hair as if caressing her own scalp. A few seconds later, she let her fingertips trail ever so gracefully down her cheeks and under her chin so that she held her throat for a beat, letting her head loll back even further as she let out a soft pant of what seemed to be arousal. Then, while taking a deep breath, she stood up a little straighter and pitched her head forward so that the shower’s spray hit the back of her neck and upper shoulders. And she let out a long exhalation ever so slowly while the fingertips of her right hand drew down her chest, over her bosom, and finally nestled gently at the juncture of her thighs.
And then she moaned.
There was no way she could’ve known I was there: I’d been careful to walk silently, she was facing away from the door, and I was almost certain I wouldn’t be silhouetted in the narrow crack, especially since the bathroom light was on. And yet I couldn’t help but think that Skylar was putting on a performance, either for me or for some imagined version of me.
For all she knew, I was still asleep on the sofa outside. Maybe it turned her on to think I’d woken up and was peeping in on her, watching and listening to her pleasure herself.
Maybe she hoped her moan of arousal would wake me up, draw me to the crack in the door like a siren’s call, so that I could witness her spectacularly wet and naked form in all its glory.
Or maybe it was all in my head.
I didn’t know.
I wasn’t sure.
So I hesitated.
My hand was still on the doorknob.
And I continued looking through the crack.
Skylar shivered as her elbow slowly pumped up and down, her hand itself out of sight. Her upper arm mostly blocked my view of her side-boob, but I still caught glimpses of the heavy globe every now and again. And of course I had a spectacular view of her ass in the mirror’s reflection.
Skylar moaned again.
Unfortunately, as her shower continued, the mirror started to fog up. The cloudy particles of moisture first obscured the top of the mirror, but as the seconds ticked on, the foggy obstruction lowered and lowered…
… and lowered…
Skylar moaned again.
And then her chin began to turn over her shoulder, her gaze drifting towards the door.
And I froze.
I was mostly certain I wouldn’t be silhouetted in the narrow crack, especially since the bathroom light was on. The basic physics of line-of-sight meant that there was no way Skylar could see me directly on the other side of the door, and even if she continued her rotation to look at the mirror to see the door crack’s reflection, the mirror itself was fogging over. Indeed, I couldn’t really see her through the cloudy reflection, either, which was a damn shame since I would’ve finally gotten a front-side view of her naked body.
Alas, it was not to be.
The only way I’d be able to see more would be if I went ahead and opened the door further so I could witness her incredible figure directly.
And there was no way I was gonna do that.
The smart thing to do would’ve been to let go of the doorknob, silently back away, and return to the sofa. I might even be able to feign sleep and pretend like nothing had ever happened.
But I was never going to do that.
Feign?
Pretend?
Mislead?
‘You’re an honest man, Matty, one of the few. It’s one reason why I like you so much.’
There was no way I wouldn’t admit to Skylar that I’d peeped in on her. There was no way I’d hide this simple fact from her, and even if I wanted to try, I had zero faith in my ability to keep the truth off of my face.
So on the one hand, I might as well open the door and have a good look. I was gonna get caught anyways, right?
But I already said there was no way I was gonna do that.
I knew what I needed to do.
I was sure.
So I didn’t hesitate any further.
My hand was still on the doorknob, so I simply closed the door. I didn’t even try to do it silently. I went ahead and pulled the door shut against its doorjamb, letting the wood contact wood with an audible [thunk]. I didn’t twist the knob, letting the latch snap through the strike plate with an audible [click].
There was no way Skylar wouldn’t know I’d come to close the door.
She would most likely assume I’d peered through the crack to peep in on her.
She’d invited such a situation by leaving the door cracked open in the first place – this time most assuredly NOT by accident.
The die is cast.
No big deal.
I returned to the sofa to wait.
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Jouseff Rodriguez
About time we see some more of Matty and Skylar chapters
