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VIP-BTC2: Chapter 23
🕑 Added 2022-11-27 20:00:05 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 23: Aikane --
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A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.
The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing myself against my lover’s back, my bare chest separated from her skin by only a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed.
Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her dark brown hair mixed with lighter, sun-kissed strands, and I smelled her sweet fragrance. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. My banana-bent prick automatically nestled into her buttcrack, but as I started hot-dogging her buns, I became quite consciously aware of the hard, unyielding bump that impeded my shaft’s movement.
It’s a butt plug.
That information zapped my brain like a shock of electricity, waking me up a little, but I didn’t immediately get super-excited about it. I knew exactly who I was with and knew exactly when that butt plug had gotten there. And I knew she was nowhere near ready to try taking my monster up her still-virgin rear passage, still working her way up the increasing sizes of Belle’s plug set, and wearing them at night was one way for her to get comfortable with them.
Besides, there were plenty of other ways for us to have fun this morning together.
All three of us.
For once, I was in bed with two scantily clad teenage girls but NOT between the two of them. I was spooned up behind Lily, yes, but Lily was spooned up behind Belle in such a way that when I extended my arms, I could hold both of my little shorties at the same time.
Both girls were still asleep, so I did what I usually did in such situations: I started fingering the girl in front of me, intent on warming her up without quite waking her but still prepping her pussy for the sudden invasion of my morning wood into her slickened-up snatch.
But I hadn’t actually done so with Lily yet. My horny Hawaiian hottie usually woke up before me on the nights she slept over, eager to please me with an alarm clock BJ. But perhaps being sandwiched between the two most important people in her present life (me and Belle) made her feel extra-comfortable and surrounded with love, and she remained peacefully asleep despite it being a Friday morning when we’d need to get up and get to school sooner than later.
Scratch that. The Sunday before Halloween had been the end of Daylight Savings, which meant that we’d gotten to “fall back” and gain an extra hour of sleep this week. Additionally, that stray beam of sunlight had woken me up well before my alarm clock was set to go off (the electromechanical kind on the nightstand, not the horny Hawaiian girl still wrapped up in my arms). The point is: we actually had a reasonable amount of time before needing to get up and get to school. So I settled in for the long haul, giving myself a goal of taking my time to get Lily to actually have an unconscious orgasm before slotting my big dick into her personal portal to Lani: the Hawaiian heaven, and transporting both of us there.
I failed.
Well, quite obviously neither Lily nor I actually died and went to heaven or anything like that. What I meant was that I didn’t quite manage to get her to have an unconscious orgasm. I got close – really, really close – but after sliding her panties down to her knees and then spending more than ten minutes of foreplay via careful transfer of her body’s internal lubrication out to her externally protruding clit, my cute ku’uipo gasped awake, bucked her pelvis forward to really grind her clit against my hand, and turned to look at me over her shoulder with a wide-eyed expression of sheer terror at not quite knowing what was going on mixed with overwhelming ecstasy as a monster orgasm started to take control of her body.
She also kicked Belle and knocked her bestie off the bed and onto the floor with a shriek of surprise.
But back to Lily for the moment, my shaking and shuddering hoa wahine… well… she was shaking and shuddering. Her hips were doing a horizontal hula all of their own accord, which made for a moving target quite impossible for me to accurately hit. I settled for dropping my right forearm across her pelvis like an iron bar, which trapped my dick in the crevice of her buns so I could at least enjoy the way her hula-shaking heinie humped my hot dog.
“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hhhhnnnngggghhhh…” Lily’s last grunt of orgasmic pleasure petered off towards the tail end, accompanied by the complete and utter relaxation of her previously tense body within my arms. But mere moments after that, she suddenly stiffened and grunted one more, “HNGH!” as I got myself lined up and finally rammed my rod deep inside her still-spasming snatch.
“Hey!” Belle squawked as she popped her head back up above the bed’s horizon. “What happened!”
“Sorry…” I groaned, having already started my back-and-forth pumping motions to repeatedly quench the fire burning at the tip of my prick that could seemingly only be satisfied by the deepest depths of Lily’s heavenly pussy. “That was my bad.”
Belle frowned. “You somehow pushed me off the bed?”
“Well no,” I granted. “I was trying to wake up Lily with a morning orgasm and must’ve accidentally made her push you.”
“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!” Lily grunted, her eyes rolling around her head like marbles without a single coherent concept of what was going on. My left arm snaked beneath her neck and wrapped around her upper chest so I could palm one of her big tits, and my right arm continued to pin her pelvis as leverage to meet my thrusts. She was helpless to do… anything… at the moment except for endure my deep-dicking, and was clearly still dazed from the force of her first orgasm.
Belle rolled her eyes as she finally climbed back up into bed with us. Shaking a scolding finger at me, she growled, “You’d better make it up to me, buster.”
I waggled my head and mused on that. “Good idea.”
And then I grinned.
Belle’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates and she shrieked in surprise for the second time as I tossed the blankets aside, pulled myself out of Lily, and launched myself over my cute ku’uipo to tackle my impish pixie to the mattress. I made quick work of both her nightie and her panties before pinning her body beneath mine with my massive prick pressing down directly atop her pussy. But I knew better than to try penetrating her ultratight twat without foreplay, so after merely dry-humping her for a few seconds, I quickly slid down her body, parked my face between her spread thighs, and started feasting on my “little sister’s” luscious loins.
“Ohhh… Maaattttyyy…” my Baby Belle moaned.
“Well THAT was kupaianaha…” Lily gasped, still a bit delirious from her ‘surprisingly wonderful’ experience (as the Hawaiian word translated). It took my little lover’s eyes another minute to completely focus, but once they had, she rolled onto her side next to me and Belle and smiled down at us. She reached down to Belle’s cheek, caressing it with her fingertips. “Mmm… Aloha kakahiaka, B.”
“Mm… mm… aloha kakahiaka… Lil,” Belle moaned in reply, flopping her head to the side to look up at her bestie while holding my head to her loins with both hands.
It wasn’t the first time the girls had greeted each other ‘good morning’ in Hawaiian, and I found myself reminded of the way Naimh and I were now doing so in Irish Gaelic.
Lily then turned her attention to me. “And aloha kakahiaka to you too, hoa kāne.”
My mouth was otherwise occupied, so I flashed her a thumbs up in lieu of a verbal response.
The happy Hawaiian girl smiled at both of us and then slid down a little lower so that she could simply tilt her face and meet our mutual lover for a sweet kiss that was every bit as tender as I’d given one of the girls. It was a friendly kiss, no doubt, but there was a LOT of love in their liplock as well. And I noted how Lily took Belle’s hand in both of hers, interlacing their fingers together and giving Belle’s palm a quick squeeze.
My little Annabelle was in seventh heaven getting double-teamed this way by me and Lily. The pair of pixies spent a good amount of time kissing each other good morning before Lily eventually pulled off and started nibbling her way down Belle’s jawline, neck, and chest. Belle cradled her bestie’s head to her bosom when the Hawaiian hottie started suckling on her puffy nipples. And it looked like so much fun that I couldn’t help but kiss my way up Belle’s belly and start suckling on my sexy “little sister’s” other one.
A moment later, Lily looked up at me while still keeping Belle’s pink teat between her lips, her eyes smiling on behalf of her mouth. My own eyes smiled back, and in unison we let go and came together for a sweetly intimate and loving kiss of our own.
And as soon as we pulled back and gazed into each other’s eyes, Lily grinned, caressed my cheek, and glanced back and forth between both me and Belle. “Back home, I could’ve never imagined I’d find a love like this with one person, let alone two. Aloha au iā ʻoe, Matty.”
I smiled in response but didn’t repeat the phrase that translated to ‘I love you’ back to Lily. Not yet.
And then Lily turned to look downward at Belle, adding, “Aloha au iā ʻoe, aikāne.”
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“Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…” my little lover moaned breathlessly beneath me in sympathetic rhythm with my slow, deliberate thrusts. “Fuck me, Matty… So deep… So big… Make love to me, my hoa kāne. I love it… I love you…”
I had to admit: it was really tempting to repeat the endearment back to Lily. She looked up at me with those adoring eyes, telling me without words that I was the sexiest, most incredible, most desirable man on Planet Earth. The cute coed cooed cutely in my arms and shivered sweetly in satisfaction as I kept steadily pumping her. And I particularly loved the way her lower lip quivered as she came.
A year ago I would’ve told her I loved her without hesitation. I loved having sex, period, and I very much appreciated each individual young woman who chose to share such an intimate part of herself with me. But developing my relationships with Sam, Belle, Naimh, Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly had tempered the meaning of the word “love” in my mind. Was I on my way there with lovely Lily? Yes, absolutely. Was I there yet?
Well… maybe.
I was certainly having a lot of fun with her. She was a teenage sexpot little horndog who had just discovered how amazing it could feel to have a big dick plugging up her pussy. She was an excitable college coed with a brand-spanking-new favorite toy and a favorite activity to enjoy that had yet to get old. And her enthusiastic energy was quite infectious. I’d once asked Belle if she was living vicariously through her shorty best friend, remembering the initial excitement of first falling in love. And the truth was: -I- got to enjoy feeling the excitement of falling in love with someone new for the first time.
My cute ku’uipo beamed up at me with bright eyes as we gazed into each other’s very soul, our two bodies enjoined together in intimate harmony. I found myself thinking back over the length and breadth of my relationship with Lily dating back to the first time we’d met just outside the house. I thought about her bubbly demeanor, her initial flirtations, and the coy but nervous look she’d given me when slipping my hand down the front of her shirt. And I thought about her admission of virginity in the backseat of the Escalade.
I’d always liked Lily: that much was obvious. She was energetic and fun and a joy to be around. Always positive, never negative, getting along with everyone, and ever so grateful to be included. She was sweet and sexy and oh so cute, even when she had my dick in her mouth.
Especially when she had my dick in her mouth. She was like a happy little puppy, so eager to please. And now that we had crossed the line from platonic friends to intimate lovers (well, crossed the line from third base to “fourth base”, as Belle had put it), the passion Lily felt for me had only multiplied.
I mean, she’d always been pretty passionate with me: first during our initial flirtations driven by Belle’s never-ending sales pitch, then during her teamwork-oriented oral explorations with the other girls teaching her and supporting her development all the way, and now as she fully embraced being a sexually active young woman enjoying all that the world of carnal intimacy had to offer. But it was that idea of “fully embracing” it all that had really taken flight over the past few weeks.
‘Best day evar’?
Try ‘Best WEEK evar!’
And then ‘Best TWO weeks evar!’ and so on.
“I’m young, I’m naked, I feel beautiful, I just lost my virginity, and I’m in love…” she’d dreamily crooned while undulating herself atop me just last night.
Stuff like that.
Lily and I didn’t quite have sex every day. She was still a first-year college student who actively participated in the Cal Hawai’i Club, did her homework, watched TV, and kept in touch with friends and family back home. I had my own mix of academic and social responsibilities, including three other girlfriends to take care of and “an Eva” to interact with, at least up until Wednesday afternoon’s little blow-up. Naimh was still my Head Girlfriend and spent the majority of overnights with me in my bed. But let’s just say that whether or not it was Lily’s turn to spend the night with me, she still went out of her way to find opportunities to climb into my lap, start up makeout and heavy petting sessions, and nibble on my ear while moaning how much she’d really, really like to feel my thickness filling her up deep inside.
Spoiler alert: my thickness usually filled her up deep inside. Sometimes we were on our own. Sometimes we were with Belle. And sometimes we were with Belle PLUS Sam or Neevie or both.
And then there were a few rare times like right now when we weren’t technically alone, but for all intents and purposes we were the only two human beings in the world.
All I’d had to do was render Belle unconscious.
I’d been reclining against the headboard with Belle skewered on my shaft reverse-cowgirl. Lily had been going down on her best friend’s box, tonguing my Baby Belle’s tasty twat with textbook cunnilingus when I reached down to grab my “little sister’s” legs and yank them back into a full nelson position. And with my feet planted flat to really drive my prick into my impish pixie’s pussy, Lily’s oral attention finally put Belle over the top and sent our mutual lover off into Dreamland.
Lily and I let Belle sleep off her orgasm and moved ourselves into a sedate missionary-style round of lovemaking, my Hawaiian hottie wrapping her legs around mine as I slow-dicked her with long, languid thrusts. We kissed sweetly and took our time, in no hurry to reach the finish line. And as my little lover moaned breathlessly beneath me in sympathetic rhythm with my slow, deliberate thrusts, I found myself thinking back over the length and breadth of my relationship with Lily dating back to the first time we’d met just outside the house.
Lily, on the other hand, seemed a little less focused on me. Five seconds ago she’d crooned for me, her hoa kāne, to make love to her. But while I’d paused and considered whether or not I was ready to return the endearment, she’d turned her head to the side to gaze rather fondly across the bed at her slumbering best friend.
And then she mumbled again, “Aloha au iā ʻoe, aikāne.”
Bending downward, I nuzzled the tip of my nose against Lily’s cheek while she continued to gaze at Belle. And I murmured curiously, “The word aikane means ‘friend’, right? But there’s a richness of emotion in the way you’re saying it that seems to be a little more, especially when combined with the phrase for ‘I love you’.”
Lily blushed and turned her attention back to me. She kissed me quickly and said, “You of all people should understand it’s possible to love more than one person at the same time.”
I smiled warmly. “Of course I do, and makes perfect sense to me that your feelings for Belle are growing as much as - if not more than - your feelings for me. I was just curious about your use of the term aikane instead of hoa pili for ‘best friend’ or even hoa wahine for ‘girlfriend’. If you really love her, wouldn’t hoa wahine be more appropriate? At least as appropriate as you calling me hoa kāne for ‘boyfriend’.”
“That IS why I’m calling her aikāne. It doesn’t only mean ‘friend’.”
I blinked in surprise. “It doesn’t?”
Lily blushed again. “If you break down the word, ai means ‘to have sexual intercourse’ and kāne you already know means ‘man’. Combined, aikāne means ‘to have sexual intercourse with a man’, and it was used specifically as a term for men having male lovers. Culturally, though, it was used for both male-male AND female-female gay relationships as there was no separate word for ‘lesbian’. So really, the term aikāne means ‘same-sex lover’ and not just ‘friend’.”
I blinked twice. “I didn’t know that.”
Lily turned her gaze back to Belle’s sleeping form. “I’d never even thought of being gay before. That’s not to say there aren’t any gay people anywhere on Hawaii - homosexuality and gender-fluidity have always been culturally acceptable. Māhū were considered a respected third gender for people who had a dual male and female spirit, and had special roles in traditional society. And it was only during colonial times that haole foreigners chose to translate the term aikāne into English as ‘friend’, omitting the additional meaning of ‘same-sex lover’.”
“Wow.” My jaw dropped slightly open. “I feel like I’ve been using aikane all wrong this entire time.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Lily said gently while returning her attention to me. “It’s a perfectly acceptable modern word for ‘friend’, although it’s more literally ‘a person whose company one enjoys’.”
“Now THAT definition sounds more like how you’re applying it to Belle.”
“Oh, B and I definitely ‘enjoy each other’s company’.” Lily giggled, which did wonderful things to her inner muscles still surrounding my shaft. She then smiled up at me, actively clenching her cunt around my cock while adding, “And I definitely enjoy your company as well.”
“I enjoy your company, too,” I replied warmly.
“Anyways, Hawaiian intimate relationships had always been quite culturally different from the western concept of monogamous heterosexual love. Punalua was a practice of polygamy where multiple brothers of one family were married to multiple sisters of another family, and all shared children and parenthood together. People weren’t straight or gay or even bisexual: they simply had relationships with people. It was common throughout Hawaiian history for great chiefs to have aikāne, including King Kamehameha. The goddess Hi’iaka had a female lover Hōpoe as her aikāne. And I’ve two cousins and an auntie who are gay.”
I raised my eyebrows and repeated, “Wow.”
Lily blushed again and momentarily glanced at Belle. “I’ve long thought of certain girls as sexy and beautiful - my first thought when I met Eva was that she was a total smokeshow. And I’ve told you from the very beginning that it never bothered me, knowing that Belle and Sam and the other girls all played with each other.”
I smiled and led her, “I smell a ‘but’ coming…”
“But I just… I never thought that -I- might end up falling in love with another girl, you know? I know for sure that I love guys. I’m in love with you, Matty, and some days I wish I could stay here like this with you forever.” Lily sighed and hugged me, crushing my chest down against her big tits and then stroking my spine before caressing my ass. “But then there are some days when I’m in almost this same position with Belle, our legs scissored together while we cuddle in each other’s arms, lightly kissing or even just rubbing our lips against each other’s side-to-side.”
I smiled but kept my lips puckered as Lily demonstrated by rubbing her lips against mine.
“I get the same kind of feeling when I’m with her as I do when I’m with you,” she stated, at first with a touch of uncertainty in her eyes. But when I simply continued smiling at her warmly, she relaxed and added, “I’m in love with her too, as much as I’m in love with you. Maybe even more, to be perfectly honest. Sorry.”
“No need to apologize,” I told her gently.
“I think it’s the time we’ve spent together. She might be your quote-unquote ‘little sister’, but she’s been like my big sister. She’s just so confident and bold and brave and sexy and she’s… she’s amazing.”
“I think so too.”
“You’re always juggling your relationships with me, with Belle, with Sam, Neevie, and Eva. So when you’re with one or more of the others, that leaves Belle and me alone with all the time in the world to grow our relationship.”
“Makes perfect sense.”
“My favorite of course is when the TWO of you are sandwiching me together,” Lily said with a giggle. “It’s the best of both worlds. Am I greedy for wishing the three of us could stay like this: together for the rest of our lives?”
I grinned and pecked her. “Not at all. If the three of us DID stay together forever, I would truly be a lucky man.”
Lily’s eyes sizzled. “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that… just as soon as she wakes up.”
I read a slight note of impatience in Lily’s eyes, as if she was thinking about reaching over and jostling her shorty best friend awake.
Correction: jostling her dear aikāne awake.
“Let her rest,” I told Lily gently. “I woke you both up really early this morning.”
“Nahhh, she’ll love this part,” Lily muttered before reaching over to rub Belle’s shoulder. “Hey B… Hey B! Wake up, Belle!”
“Nnngggrrrhhh?” the strawberry-blonde beauty rolled onto her back and slowly blinked her eyes.
“C’mon B, wake up,” Lily continued. “Matty’s gonna spurt in my pussy real soon and leave you a big creampie. You can slurp it out while I suck him back hard so he can fuck us both. I wanna do that thing where you and I are stacked face-to-face and he switches back and forth between us before we have to get up and go to school, okay?”
Belle’s eyes had flown open at the word ‘creampie’, and she started grinning her wolfish grin of carnal hunger.
I smirked and started pumping again, enjoying the exquisite feel of Lily’s personal portal to heaven.
“One big creampie, coming up.”
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I did leave Belle a big creampie deep within Lily’s soaking wet snatch. I left it so deep, in fact, that it actually took a long while for my creamy cum to start trickling out. It took such a long time, that after flooding Lily’s sweet pussy with grunts and groans of exquisite relief and such overwhelming pleasure that I felt like I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath until sophomore year, I actually WAS able to not only catch my breath, but also sit up, lean over, and gawk at Lily’s red-worn labia all stretched open and STILL not yet leaking pearly jizz.
Finally, Belle stopped waiting and simply sealed her mouth over her bestie’s wet box and started vacuuming out whatever she could get. And from the way she started to moan in ravenous delight, I figured she’d finally started tasting what she’d been searching for.
So anyways, that was Friday morning. I got up, went to class, and then came home for lunchtime.
Eva, still, did not.
But no matter. I played some video games, did some homework, and then Belle, Lily, and Naimh all came home. I mean, I knew that my house still technically wasn’t Lily’s “home”, but she certainly spent more time underneath my rooftop than she did Mrs. Morris’s, you know?
We hung out together, I started up the barbecue, and gave extended edition backrubs to my three girlfriends who were present and accounted for. None of us really expected Eva to come over, and I definitely thought about walking three doors down to ask her to come over, but the part of me that seemed to sense what a girl needed told me to let Eva work things out in her own time. She’d always returned to us eventually of her own accord, and Lily at least knew for a fact that she was still healthy and alive and no danger to herself or anything crazy like that.
And Eva wasn’t the only BTC member absent. Sam had called to say she was studying with her Debate Team this evening, which wasn’t such a big deal, right? She’d done that a couple of times already this school year, although since she’d also skipped last Friday night, this would make it two Fridays in a row.
Whatever. No big deal. Even if she arrived late, Sam always came home at the end of the night, in time to join in on the group sex part of the evening. Friday nights were “BTC Nights” after all. Well, actually, full disclosure: Sam didn’t arrive in time to join in on the group sex last Friday. But she DID make it up to me the next day. The girls cleared out and let me take Sam out on a one-on-one date, the first in what felt like forever. My Aphrodite and I made love (twice) before falling asleep in each other’s arms for a classic “Sam Saturday”, and for a little while, it felt just like old times.
But then she didn’t come home at all on Tuesday. Not a big deal, really. The rest of The BTC (including Eva) and I had gone to the Halloween party together and then returned home to have some fun costume sex (not including Eva). I mean, it wasn’t like I was sitting around and twiddling my thumbs while waiting for Sam or anything. My ex-Head Girlfriend had called me near midnight to say she was crashing overnight on Adeline’s couch, wanting to hear in my voice that I didn’t mind.
“Of course I don’t mind,” I’d assured her. “It’s a Tuesday, so it’s not like you’d be spending the night with me anyways. I still think you’d be more comfortable in your own bed, but then I don’t want you walking alone around Berkeley streets this late at night, either. Come to think of it, I’d be happy to drive out and pick you up.”
“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” Sam told me with a weary sigh. “Adeline’s got a spare contacts case, and I can borrow some of her clothes tomorrow for school.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed.
“I’ll make it up to you: I promise.”
“There’s nothing to make up.”
“But I promised I’d always come home to you at the end of the night.”
“And I promised I’d wait for you however long it takes. If it really bothers you, I’ll happily drive out to pick you up right now. But I also don’t want you stressing out over me. I’ll love you forever. One night crashing with a friend while I’ve got three other girls waiting for me in my bed is nothing for you to feel guilty about.”
“You really mean that?”
“I love you, and I really mean that.”
“I love you too, Matty. I don’t deserve you.”
“Sure you do. And if it’ll make you feel better, just promise me you’ll find time to come home and let me kiss you tomorrow.”
“I promise I’ll find time to come home and let Master play with Tight-Arse Slut tomorrow.”
“Oh, hello. Well if that’s gonna be your idea of making it up to me, I think you should stay out more often.”
Sam giggled. “Seriously, I love you, Matty.”
“I love you, too.”
She did make it up to me the next day (Wednesday), which was lots of fun and a welcome distraction from the angst I’d felt over Eva storming out on me that very same afternoon, insisting that we were done.
But then on Thursday night, Sam crashed at Adeline’s again.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get the ‘Tight-Arse Slut’ makeup time the next day.
But that was okay. It wasn’t like I needed the ‘Tight-Arse Slut’ makeup time. My love for Sam was unconditional. I’d promised I’d wait for her forever, and I meant that from the bottom of my heart.
So now it was Friday night again.
And Sam didn’t come home in time for group sex tonight… again.
Don’t get me wrong: with three adoring girlfriends in Naimh, Belle, and Lily all quite eager to take advantage of the overall reduction in numbers to get a little more attention from me than normal, I was more than kept satisfied. Ninety-nine-point-nine-nine percent of guys in Berkeley would’ve loved to trade places with me for a night. Nubile nymphomaniac coeds didn’t exactly grow on trees, you know? So I really had nothing to complain about.
Still, at the end of the evening when the four of us cleaned up and fell into my big king-size bed together with Belle on the end, Lily on my left side, and Naimh on my right, my sweet Irish redhead took note of my faraway look and rubbed my chest while giving me a sympathetic look.
“You know Sam loves you, right?” Naimh reassured me. “She may be crazy busy right now, but you’re still the man of her dreams and the only man she’ll ever truly love.”
“I know it,” I stated with a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I know it.”
Naimh smiled again and pecked my cheek.
Still, I repeated one more time, “I know it.”
****
“Are we there yet?” Belle whined from the middle row of my minivan, an unusual place for her to be. Back in high school, she’d always sat up front to ride shotgun beside me whenever it was just the two of us, and sometimes three or four. Or, if we had the entire BTC together, she’d sit in the last row where her shorter stature meant she could still be comfortable despite the lack of significant leg room.
But today there were only four of us.
Sam, not unexpectedly, couldn’t join us today. She was on the Debate Team and they had a… a “competition”?… a “meet”?… a… whatever. She couldn’t make it. Naimh had also invited Skylar to join us, and promised that the trip would include a beach (sorta), but Skylar unfortunately couldn’t make it either. And Lily had asked Eva to take her head out of the sand and come rejoin us as well, but no such luck.
Bottom line: my Head Girlfriend Naimh sat up front beside me, Belle and Lily got to share the middle row, and nobody else was in the van.
“Look out the window,” Naimh drawled while gesturing off to the right. We were headed eastbound on the Bay Bridge’s lower deck, with a low concrete ceiling above us and nothing but water under the bridge surface beneath our tires. “Do you see the San Francisco Bay?”
Belle didn’t reply out loud to the rhetorical question, but through the rear-view mirror I could see her roll her eyes and make a face.
Naimh answered her own question anyway. “Yes? You do? Then we’re not there yet.”
Lily snickered and hugged her aikāne.
I glanced at my Head Girlfriend and smirked at her. We really weren’t that far away, having left the worst of San Francisco city traffic behind as the ambient speed of the vehicles around us started to pick up. Soon we would get off the bridge, turn north towards Berkeley, and be home within the next fifteen minutes. Belle was just cranky after a long day on her feet, especially since her shorter legs meant she’d had to take X number of steps more than I did.
Don’t tell Belle I said that.
The day trip had been Naimh’s idea, because my Head Girlfriend always had the best ideas. She got us tickets for the Angel Island ferry, the four of us starting things off by grabbing food from the many eclectic vendors housed in the San Francisco Ferry Building itself. Belle got crêpes. Lily and Naimh got sushi. And I’d gotten empanadas for myself but didn’t really enjoy them, unfortunately, commenting that I should’ve gone for the oysters instead. After lunch, we enjoyed a scenic cruise across the bay from the top deck of a state-of-the-art catamaran named the M.V. Del Norte.
On Angel Island itself, we checked out the old Immigration Station used for processing hundreds of thousands of foreign immigrants, mostly from China, in the early 1900s. We also visited the museum and checked out a number of World War II bunkers and facilities.
The mid-day air was cool in the low-60s, perfect for hiking on a partly cloudy San Francisco Bay day. There was plenty of shade from native oak, bay, and madrone trees, along with eucalyptus, Monterey pine, and a wide assortment of other flora. We were all dressed in pants and long-sleeved shirts or sweaters. I wore zip-off convertible hiking pants that Belle said made me look like a dork and a wide-brimmed sun hat. Naimh wore the kind of country clothes she said she’d worn for long hikes in Ireland, with dark gray waterproof pants, a hunter green fleece zip-up jacket, and a cute beanie with her copper-red hair braided into twin pigtails. Lily was bundled up against the “freezing weather” as she put it with an orange ski parka. And Belle had dressed for attention in skintight black yoga pants, a tight gray turtleneck that showed off her slim figure with top-heavy tits, and the same lopsided black French beret she’d worn for the Muir Beach trip.
We did take quite a few sexy photos of the girls, and Lily did have a cute sweater on beneath her ski parka.
The four of us spent a couple of hours hiking the North Ridge and Sunset Trail loop, taking in the views in the crisp November air. We saw several deer on the hillsides and harbor seals were sunning themselves on the rocks down by the coast. For the most part we spent the day as two couples, although Belle and Lily took turns holding my hand as well.
All in all it was an enjoyable trip, and we spent a lot of time together in amiable conversation. The four of us by now truly felt like “the core” of The BTC, what with Sam’s frequent absences and Eva’s disappearing act. I rather enjoyed the lack of drama with this particular crew, and in a way I even appreciated having only three girls to worry about once again. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t have chosen to exclude Sam or Eva (or even Skylar) for any reason whatsoever.
But it was just… easier… to make sure three girls were each getting enough of my individual attention than it was to do the same for five or six or even seven, you know? So maybe it was a good thing Sam, Eva, and Skylar couldn’t be joining us for the trip.
Still, we covered five miles of hiking and nearly eight hundred feet of elevation gain in addition to playing tourist around the historical sites. All in all we spent more than three hours on the island, the majority of that time on our feet. No wonder Belle was a little cranky on the drive home. It was understandable that she’d want to get into the house, take off her sweaty hiking clothes, and just flop down onto her bed or something.
I could relate because I also wanted to get home ASAP.
It was still a Saturday, you see.
Sam Saturday.
While it sometimes felt like I never got to see my Aphrodite anymore, last week’s “Sam Saturday” one-on-one had done wonders for soothing my soul. I’d booked us a reservation for tonight at Chez Panisse, a very popular place considered one of the best restaurants in America, not just Berkeley. I didn’t have any firm plans beyond having a nice dinner together, as I was more interested in the company than in seeing the sights. If I had my way, I’d simply take Sam up into the Berkeley hills where the two of us could be alone, have a nice conversation to catch up on everything we’d missed in each other’s lives this past week, and look out over the city lights.
With Sam having spent both Tuesday and Thursday nights out of the house, I hadn’t even gotten to kiss her in the morning over “brekkie”, and well… I missed her, you know?
Upon arrival at the house, I drove the minivan all the way forward down the tandem driveway. Sam’s Escalade wasn’t there, so I knew we’d beaten her home. Still, I knew she was due to return home soon after her Debate… Tournament! That was what they called them: tournaments. And sure enough, I was just locking up the minivan when my cell phone rang.
“Sam! Hey!” I greeted excitedly. “Coming home now? Wait, what?”
Belle and Lily had already gone into the house first, but Naimh was waiting for me to lock up. She was standing on the concrete pavers between the driveway and the front porch, and looked back at me with alarm at the sudden change in my voice from excited to… well… less than excited.
“Yeah, yeah. Sure, it’s fine. No big deal. I’m really happy your tournament went well. Seriously, I couldn’t be prouder of you. I knew you’d do great. I mean, you knew that -I- knew that you’d do great. And it totally makes sense that your team would want to celebrate together. Uh-huh.”
Naimh now started walking back to me.
“What are you talking about? Of course I’ll want to wait up for you. No, no, of course I’m not upset. Not in the slightest. I’m proud of you and your accomplishments. I’m well-taken care of; you know that. Neevie’s here with me right now.”
My redheaded Head Girlfriend wrapped me up in a fierce hug. I didn’t look at her just yet though, not wanting to see the expression of concern on her face. I was fine. Totally fine. I was smiling, nodding and smiling, while staring off at nothing across the street. I wanted to make sure Sam could hear the enthusiasm in my voice.
“I told you I’ll love you forever, and I really meant forever. I’ll admit right now though that I really want you to come to my room tonight at least, though, alright? Yes, totally. No matter how late it is… Hahaha. I’m gonna hold you to that promise! Right? Great. Yeah-yeah, sure, you gotta go. I love you, Sam. Really. I love you so much. Mmm-kay. Yeah. Uh-huh. B-bye.”
The line went dead, and I slowly lowered my hand, still clutching the cell phone.
Naimh’s hug tightened. I felt the warm reassurance of her arms.
All of a sudden I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
And a few tears started rolling down my cheeks.
****
It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t a big deal. There were only a few tears, and no sniffling, so really it wasn’t a big deal. Naimh kept squeezing me as if it WAS a big deal, so I chuckled and told her I couldn’t breathe. Then I wiped away the stray droplets from my cheeks, took my Head Girlfriend by the hand, and led her inside.
I could hear Belle and Lily giggling together upstairs, no doubt intent on changing out of their sweaty hiking clothes and then taking a shower together.
Naimh seemed like-minded, because she tugged me by the hand in her room, took off her fleece jacket, unbuttoned her hiking shirt, and then unsnapped her bra. In less than a minute, the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen stood before me completely topless with her proud and firm freckled breasts on full display while still wearing her waterproof pants. Grinning, my beautiful Irish girlfriend played with her copper-red braided pigtails sticking out from beneath her beanie, in no hurry whatsoever to continue undressing.
I smirked at her freckled tits and then glanced up at her pretty face. “You’re trying to cheer me up with your tits.”
“Is it working?”
“There’s no need to cheer me up,” I told her dismissively. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“You’re not s’pose to lie, Matty. May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please cheat death, because I couldn’t live a day without you.”
“That’s really pretty,” I remarked. “Irish proverb of some kind?”
“Irish wedding vow, actually. But seriously, Matty. You’re not ‘fine’, and I have the proof.”
“What proof?”
“You’re starin’ at me naked tits but you still have all your clothes on.”
I chuckled and sighed, shaking my head. “Okay maybe I’m a little disappointed Sam’s not coming home tonight. I was looking forward to our date.”
“I know you were. It’s okay to be disappointed. But come now, luv. Let’s get you out of those sweaty clothes and lemme cheer you up.”
With that, my amazing Head Girlfriend stepped into my personal space and started fiddling with my pants, not waiting any longer for me to undress myself. She even grabbed my wrists and planted my palms straight on her bare boobies, which of course brought another smile to my face: evidently all she really wanted. And within another minute, she had me stripped down naked.
Only then did Naimh finally remove her pants and panties, and the beanie was the last thing to go. Then she took me by the hand and led me into the downstairs bathroom, bending over at the waist to turn on the faucet and waggling her tremendous tushie at me as well.
I accepted the obvious invitation to caress her asscheeks and play with them while we waited for the water to heat up. It didn’t take long since Belle and Lily had already started their shower upstairs, so the hot water was already flowing. And then we stepped inside together where Naimh took charge by grabbing my head and guiding it into the shower spray to get my hair wet, lathered shampoo in her hands and then rubbed the suds over my scalp, and generally did everything necessary to get me cleaned up.
Then, she took the time to unbraid her hair while directing me to lather up my hands with soap and then rub my meaty paws all over her nubile, naked body. I probably should’ve also shampooed and conditioned her hair for her, but by then I’d fastened my lips around one of her pale pink teats to start sucking away while introducing first one and then two fingers into her steaming snatch. And she wound up doing her own hair while I nursed at her nipples and fingerbanged her to a quick and easy orgasm.
I wanted to turn her around, bend her against the wall, and bang her from behind, but my randy redhead was a little more direct in her problem solving. She squatted down, grabbed my ass, and promptly impaled her face on my thick and throbbing shaft. And she basically skullfucked herself at hyperspeed on my prick for two minutes, repeatedly deep-throating my dick over and over and over again until my fingers tensed up in her hair and she pulled away just in time to pump my load out all over her pretty face.
And when I stared down at my gorgeous girlfriend’s exquisite beauty, with sparkling emerald-green eyes and a joyous smile while absolutely covered in my cum, I couldn’t help but caress her cheek and murmur, “A face without freckles is like a sky without stars.”
She seemed very pleased with the affectionate tone in my voice, licked up what she could, and then quickly rinsed off the rest before wrapping her arms around me and giving me a fierce kiss.
And I forgot about Sam for a little while.
But just a little while.
The four of us rendezvoused in the living room to discuss dinner plans. Belle and Lily gave me apologetic looks when Naimh told them that Sam wasn’t coming home tonight.
“Why don’t you two come out with us?” Lily suggested. “Belle and I were just gonna head downtown, walk down Shattuck, and see what kind of food struck our fancy.”
“Actually, I have a better idea,” Naimh pronounced, standing up from the couch and grabbing my hand. “C’mon, Matty, let’s go.”
I blinked. “What? Go? Where?”
“Well if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise,” she said with a smirk.
I winced and shook my head. “I’d rather you didn’t take me to--”
“No, no, I wasn’t gonna take you to Chez Panisse. That was your planned thing with Sam tonight and I know that if I took you there, you’d just be thinking of her.” Naimh pivoted and turned her attention to the other girls. “Hey, why don’t you two take Matty’s reservation tonight. Just show up and say the reservation is in his name. They can call him if they need to confirm.”
Belle mused on that, and Lily beamed in excitement. “Chez Panisse? Awesome!”
I blinked at Naimh. “But then where are WE going?”
“Put your shoes on and find out,” she told me. “You’ll love it. I know.”
So I let my Head Girlfriend pull me up to my feet and then lead me to the door. She grabbed my car keys, led me outside, and then pointed me to the passenger side of my own minivan.
She didn’t volunteer our destination, nor did I ask. I knew she had a plan in mind and trusted her enough to go along with it. Fifteen minutes later, we were back on the Bay Bridge, but on the upper deck heading westbound this time. Twenty minutes after that, we got to the northwest side of the city at the Golden Gate Overlook, walked over to stand atop Battery Godfrey, and stood together arm-in-arm while watching the sun setting far across the horizon while also enjoying the way the sun’s final rays changed the color of the Golden Gate Bridge on its way down.
I snuggled together with my gorgeous girlfriend, and we got into a pleasant makeout session as twilight descended around us. The wind picked up and chilled the air, but what really made us break apart was the sound of my stomach growling. Naimh laughed, patted my belly, and quipped, “We’d better get this monster fed.”
Once again, my girlfriend pointed me to the passenger side of my own minivan. Twenty minutes later, we were back at the San Francisco Ferry Building, believe it or not. Naimh remembered that I’d been disappointed with my empanadas, and she took me straight to the Hog Island Oyster bar. And we wound up outside on the patio, eating oysters and clam chowder while watching the lit-up boats go by in the bay before us as the sky gradually darkened and the lights of the Bay Bridge loomed above us.
The sunset view and dinner alone with my incredible Head Girlfriend would’ve made the evening a success on its own, but when I suggested I could drive us home, Naimh kept the keys in her purse and told me, “I’m not done wit’ya jus’ yet.”
One more time, she pointed me to the passenger side of my own minivan. Thirty minutes later, we pulled up outside a well-known San Francisco nightclub with a minimum age limit of 18. I frowned and remarked, “If I’d known you were taking me to a club, I would’ve dressed up.”
“You look fine,” Naimh assured me, gesturing at the jeans and polo shirt I’d worn in anticipation of getting casual dinner in Berkeley with the three girls. “And even if you didn’t, nobody would care. You’ve got ME hangin’ on yer arm.”
“That’s a very good point,” I agreed with a wolfish grin.
Indeed, nobody gave me a single glance except to wonder what deal with the devil I’d made in exchange for having the most gorgeous thing they’d ever seen all over me like white on rice. My Irish redhead hadn’t technically “dressed up” either, but she’d taken off her sweater to reveal a slinky tank top that did a woeful job of containing the gyrating movement of her big, jiggling tits, and a tight skirt that showed off her long legs and curvaceous ass.
Naimh charmed an older couple into taking our cash and buying a couple rounds of drinks for us. My gorgeous girlfriend and I spent more than two hours getting jiggy with it, dancing in the crowd with eyes only for each other. And while I’d already known she was an excellent dancer, that didn’t lessen my enjoyment of Naimh’s sinuous movements or rhythmic hip sways as we stayed locked together all night, doing everything we could to get each other as aroused as possible short of stripping right there and fucking on the dance floor.
The night was everything I could’ve wanted out of a fun one-on-one date downtown. Naimh was the girlfriend of my dreams: über-hot to the point of inspiring envy from other guys, fiercely attentive to me as if there wasn’t a single other man within a hundred-mile radius worth her time, and inspiringly energetic just to be around. And even after we left the club, my horny little minx was amped up enough to drag me into the back of the minivan, fold down the seats, and fuck me within an inch of my life right then and there in the parking garage.
In the end she had me hook her legs over my shoulders and then switch holes, slamming my schlong all the way down into her sacred core. She planted her feet flat on the roof of the minivan, using it as extra leverage to buck her hips and fuck her butt back at me. I squeezed her big boobies and howled in ecstasy while cramming her colon full of cum, accompanied by the aria of her own ecstasy. And when we’d both collapsed together in a heap of sweaty flesh with every window of the minivan completely fogged, she cradled my head with both arms and crooned, “Our hearts… intertwined… for all time…”
Naimh turned what could’ve been a depressing evening for me into a smashing success. The shower blowjob had taken the edge off of my anxiety. The knowledge that Belle and Lily were using my Chez Panisse reservation made me feel like it hadn’t gone to waste. Sunset by the Golden Gate had warmed my heart. The oysters at the Ferry Building had filled my belly. And the nightclub dancing (and the minivan sex) had let me and my loving girlfriend have some fun.
But despite all of that, what I really remembered most from that night was the conversation that came afterwards.
After I’d deposited my scalding jism deep within Naimh’s sacred core, we cleaned ourselves up and my girlfriend finally gave me back my car keys. We both had a pleasantly well-fucked glow about ourselves and remained silent for a few minutes as I drove us out of the parking garage, through the near-empty city streets, and got us back up onto the Bay Bridge’s lower deck heading eastbound towards home for the second time today.
Once I got the minivan comfortably cruising in the fast lane, I reached a hand across the aisle to interlace my fingers with Naimh’s, and I momentarily glanced at her to give her a warm smile while squeezing her hand exactly three times.
“Go raibh maith agat,” I said seriously, a phrase that translated literally to ‘May you have goodness’ but was more commonly used to say, ‘thank you’.”
My loving girlfriend smiled back and intoned affectionately, “Tá fáilte romhat,” which was basically, ‘You’re welcome’. She then squeezed my hand exactly three times, adding, “I’m glad we had a chance to do this together.”
“We should do this more often, I think. These one-on-one dates. Despite you being Head Girlfriend now, I feel like we still haven’t had enough of these.”
“Oh, I get to hog the majority of your time during the weekdays, what with Sam being gone and Belle and Lily being more into each other lately than into you.”
“Noticed that, did you?” I smirked and asked, “Have you heard Lily start to call Belle aikāne?”
Naimh glanced over at me. “Of course. It means ‘friend’, doesn’t it?”
“See, that’s what -I- thought. But apparently the original Hawaiian meaning is also for ‘same-sex lover’. The story goes that western translations of the phrase ‘a person whose company one enjoys’ decided to take out the sexual innuendo and make the word just ‘friend’.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Neither did I until just yesterday.”
Naimh grinned. “Then apparently I’ve got a LOT of aikānes.”
“Well, just aikāne. You don’t add an ‘s’ for plural.”
Naimh snorted and shrugged. She gazed out the window into the empty darkness of the bay and sighed. Without looking back at me, she asked, “Does it bother you at all that they’re becoming closer to each other than to you?”
“Me? Bothered? No way.” I chuckled. “If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: it’s a lot of work trying to keep four girlfriends satisfied. If I had my way, I’d pair up more of you into aikāne to relieve some of the burden on me.”
“You can’t say I haven’t been trying,” Naimh sighed. “Belle… Eva… Skylar… I haven’t had the best of luck in that department.”
“Well that’s okay. Maybe it’s best if everyone else pairs up and then it’ll just be you and me.”
Naimh’s head snapped over to me. “Don’t joke about that, please.”
I blinked in surprise at the tone of hurt in her voice. “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t joking. I really AM happy we’ve been getting to spend more time together like this. The whole day it certainly felt like you and I were a couple while Belle and Lily were another couple, didn’t it?”
Naimh nodded slowly. “It did… it did.”
“And then didn’t we just have an incredible night together?”
“I don’t wanna get used to this. You’re not mine and mine alone: I know that. Belle, Lily, and Sam are all still your girlfriends. Belle and Lily may be exploring their feelings for each other right now, and Sam may be a bit too busy for her own good, but I’ll not forget that each of them still loves you, and that you love each of them, don’t you?”
I nodded. “I do. But does that bother you?”
“Not at all. I really wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s no part of me that wants to keep ya’all t’meself. But if it were just you’an me alone for the rest of our lives… I don’t think I’d be truly happy, if that makes sense.”
I chuckled. “Because as much as you love feeling my big dick stretching your sacred core, you want a hot babe’s tongue licking your twat at the same time?”
Naimh frowned. “I’m being serious, Matty.”
I wiped the grin off my face, took a deep breath, and sat up a little straighter. “Go on.”
“I love you, and I’ll always love you, but it’s this group of friends that has always been most important to me. I feel like I fell in love with you from the first time I laid eyes on you, but I stuck to The Rule because I needed The BTC more than I needed a boyfriend. Alice, Mari, Zofi, Sam, Belle, and even Holly near the end… they were equally as important to me as you were. Okay well maybe you were a little more important to me than each of them as individuals - and admittedly you had the only big dick in the group - but what I’m tryna say is--”
“--is that you’ve always valued the friendship of the overall club, and not just your relationship with me.”
“Exactly.”
“That’s a quality I think is very important in The BTC’s Head Girlfriend, don’t you agree?”
Naimh nodded. “I want to be with you, Matty. I want to be with you for the rest of my life, our roots intertwined for all time. But I won’t be selfish and put my relationship with you ahead of the greater good for the group. I just want to make sure you understand that.”
“I do understand that. You’ve made that clear all the way.”
“So while I’m glad you and I have been spending more quality time together, I want to make sure it doesn’t come at the expense of your relationships with the other girls. Tonight worked out great because Sam was busy, but I don’t want you and me scheduling another one-on-one date next Saturday or anything. I’d much rather the two of you find a way to get together and have a make-up date for missing this one.”
I nodded. “I’d like that too.”
“And if Belle and Lily want to fall in love with each other and build a relationship there, great for them. But I want to be sure it’s because they’re choosing that path, and not because either of them feels like I’m taking them away from you.”
I nodded. “I understand.”
“The BTC motto is ‘All for one, and one for all,’ right? We share without jealousy or greed. That’s the foundation of this club.”
“And you’re the living embodiment of that motto.” I still had my fingers interlaced with hers, and I gave Naimh’s hand another squeeze. “That’s just one of many reasons why you’re the perfect Head Girlfriend. It’s just one of many reasons why I love you so much.”
Naimh gave me a warm smile of absolute contentment, replying happily, “I love you too.”
****
Naimh and I made it home without incident, took another shower together, and then retired to my bedroom. Through the thin, hollow door of Belle’s bedroom, we could hear the pint-sized pixies moaning and groaning in the throes of Sapphic ecstasy. Given Naimh’s proclamations about ‘All for one’ and all that, I wondered if she’d prefer we either go in and join the girls or invite them to come join us in my room. But we ultimately smiled at each other and then went into my room without disturbing the budding aikāne.
After a long day of cruising around the San Francisco Bay, hiking across Angel Island, driving back and forth across the Bay Bridge several times, watching the sunset at the Golden Gate Overlook, eating TWO meals at the San Francisco Ferry Building, dancing the night away at the club, and having sex multiple times with multiple girls both this morning with Belle and Lily and then this afternoon and evening with Naimh, I was pretty wiped out and tired.
But I still couldn’t sleep.
It was nearly midnight and Sam still hadn’t come home, so I found myself staring up at the ceiling wondering where she was rather than nodding off to sleep. Naimh kept her head pillowed on my chest, listening to my heartbeat with her eyes closed until unconsciousness claimed her. I cupped her panty-clad ass in my hand and tried to put my mind at ease, reassuring myself that Sam was perfectly fine. I’d texted her before bedtime, and she’d texted back to say she’d be coming home soon.
But she still wasn’t home yet.
And I didn’t think I could sleep until she was.
It was after midnight when Naimh stirred in her sleep and looked up at me through bleary eyes. I thought she’d simply roll over the other way and pillow her head on my bicep the way she so often did in the middle of the night, but this time her eyes opened up a little bigger as she realized I was wide awake. And when she started to sit up, I stroked her shoulder and shushed her gently, saying, “Heyyy, it’s alright. Go back to sleep.”
But she blinked at me and fractionally shook her head. A moment later she started slithering down beneath the blankets, dragging them down with her, and then slipped over my right leg to park herself between my thighs.
“Hey, you don’t need to do that,” I said gently when she started fishing my cock out from the flaps of my pajama pants and boxers, but she slid aside my hand, held my limp dick between her thumb and forefinger, and then slurped my penis into her mouth.
My sleeping soldier swiftly stood at attention to the warm, wet oral attention my incredible girlfriend showered upon him. I didn’t resist any further, giving in to the pleasure. And within only a few minutes, I bucked my hips up one final time and started spewing sperm straight down into my ravishing redhead’s stomach.
She swallowed every drop and then slid back up to cuddle herself beside me. I gave her a quick kiss of thanks and immediately felt the heavy weight of pleasure endorphins tugging downward on my eyelids.
And yet I still couldn’t quite fall asleep.
And neither could Naimh.
Not until Sam was home.
Thankfully, Sam didn’t keep us waiting much longer. My bedroom door creaked open, and a platinum-blonde babe tiptoed through the darkness over to my bed. And still dressed in her clothes from the day, her eyes popped open in surprise when she realized Naimh and I were still awake.
“Sorry to disturb you guys,” she said quickly after pecking my lips. “I’d promised Matty to come home and kiss him goodnight. I know I’m a little later than planned, but a promise is a promise.”
“I’m glad you kept your promise,” I told her.
“Now promise us you’ll come back after you’ve cleaned up and changed,” Naimh added.
“Oh, no, this is your night together,” Sam insisted to Naimh. “Enjoy him. I’ll be just fine downstairs.” And then Sam started to back away from the bed.
But Naimh reached out and snatched Sam’s wrist. “WE want you in bed with us tonight. Please. Matty needs you in his arms. Promise us you’ll come back.”
Sam looked to me, and I nodded my agreement, willing her to understand with my eyes how much I still needed her.
Sam kept her promise.
Twenty minutes later, I sighed happily with a redhead pillowed on one side of my chest, and a platinum-blonde pillowed on my other side.
And all was right in the world.
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immodesty
Before you read this, I would like to say that English is not my native language and I'm sorry if you see a lot of spelling mistakes. Also, everything written in this comment is purely my personal thoughts, and in places they can be absurd. I hope for your understanding. Thoughts have been spinning in my head for a long time and I wanted to write them. Everyone hates Belle and adores Sam. They consider it the main one in BTC. (Or Naimh, whatever) My opinion throughout BTC was that this is fundamentally wrong and Belle is the main girl and not only BTC, but the whole series. And I'm going to try to defend my opinion now. And the first clear signs that Sam is not only not the "main girl", but she does not suitable in character Matty at all, are already visible in BTC2 and at the time of chapter 23 they simply signal this. I think some have already grasped the essence of what I'm going to mean. And so on in order. Why are they not suitable for each other? Everything is simple. Because for Sam, only Sam is important. Matty's psychotype is such that it is simply vital for him that people close to him are around, almost 24/7. And we can clearly see it now, the slightest violation of the BTC structure and Matty doesn't feel good anymore Sam is just disgusting in this role, and she is absolutely not going to change that. As I said, she is only interested in herself, if she is interested in Matty at the moment, she will be with him, if not, obviously she will not be around. And although she is gnawed by a small sense of guilt, it does not overlap with her own interests. And Matty, although he has become attached to her and has fallen in love with her, he does not see the obvious - she is not the one he needs. At least for the next 5 years (if Sam does not come to his senses, which I doubt), she will not be in his life, as he wants. And it will grow like an infection in him until it completely strikes him and results in the breakup (at least obvious to me (I could be wrong!)). While reading, I asked myself a few questions. When (or if) their final breakup happens, will Matty be upset? Obviously. Will Matty miss her? Be sad for her? Will he hope that she will come back? One hundred percent. Will he break down mentally? No, I don't think so. The reason? Belle. You may ask, but why is she, and not Naimh? Ask yourself the same questions and the answers will be identical. And in general, if you disassemble Niamh, then she does not suit him either. For me personally, there is an important (perhaps absurd) criterion, despite all Naimh's love for Matty, if she ever has a choice between Matty and BTC, she will choose BTC. Naimh has said this throughout all two books and she meant it (which is once again confirmed in chapter 23). Naimh it's always been just sex and although their communication has improved in recent chapters, it's still not enough (and unlikely to be). Now ask the same questions about Belle Here the answer to the last question is different. If Belle ever leaves him, I mean forever. That's when Matty will break down mentally, I'm sure of it. She's the one who grew up with him. She is the one who has always been there and supported in the most difficult times. (even if Naimh or Sam were there, Belle was always on hand) She is his support(rock) (Dawn moment). She is the one who will unconditionally choose Matty instead of BTC (no matter how many times she claims otherwise), this again follows from the totality of her answers and behavior throughout the two books. And now I would like to say a few words about the whole hate in the direction of Belle. The poor thing is not only madly in love, she is also shocked by her sexuality. Her mother died early, and her father was clearly not suitable for the role of a person capable of discussing this issue with her about her feelings and sexual preferences. And what makes the situation even worse is that her second year is surrounded by a gaggle of bisexual girls who are constantly inadvertently pushing her to absurd actions. For her, this behavior has become the norm. Unfortunately, Matty can't help her in any way, although he tried. She needs the help of a psychotherapist. But if you turn a blind eye to her problem. Belle is the best girl for Matty. She always puts him first. No matter how much she tells him that she doesn't want to be his girlfriend and she feels good as his sister, she always brags to other people that she is his girlfriend. Also, she always tries to earn him points in the eyes of other girls by telling him how much he is a beast in bed. And besides the fact that she wants to get them into bed because of her sexuality, Belle is equally doing it for Matty. And after that you want to say that Sam or Naimh is better than Belle? And if you think so, then I will ask the second, more important question: Sam or Naimh better in in general, as characters? or as a partner for Matty? Here you may have different answers.
God of Tits and Wine
I preface my feedback with always having been a Neevie fan. I have never been into anal but I think her self-sacrificing nature matches Matty’s own self-sacrificing nature and that’s what he ultimately needs. While of course, I, like many others, am eagerly awaiting the influence of a more mature lady, in the statuesque amazon image of Skylar; part of me dares to hope that Skylar will never join the BTC in earnest. One buxom beauty that doesn’t buck and bounce at the beck of our benevolent beau. Her issues do seemingly betray that self-esteem shortage common among the girls in the throes of their lowest points (perhaps with the exception of Neevie), with a more developed acceptance of the cruel fate that she could otherwise avoid through the magic of acceptance that is the BTC. The one that got away, has always felt like Sam’s eventual role to me and so I see Skylar as the forays into maturity and while I can see her eventual breakdown as a release and moment of weakness as she regrets taking advantage of her student, I’m hoping she holds her head high and if she joins the club it is a measured and considered decision on her behalf. Eva’s past seems to be one of lost love and in all honesty this runs a little to close to my current relationship than perhaps I’d like. I had, oddly, hoped that this would be the introduction to the realism of sexual assault prevalence and Eva was the one with a dark history after Mariangel’s arc had been somewhat glossed over (I felt). This wishful thinking is no doubt a product of my own present romantic engagements, so heed not. Dissimilarly, I am awaiting the first infidelity revelation and though, for obvious reasons, it will never be Matty, I find myself wanting it to be Sam. Not with some guy, this would assault Matty’s ego and the reader’s fantasy too heavily. With Sam’s friend that she’s been staying with, that would add to the churning drama of the BTC college edition. My own history of experiencing the pains of a distanced partner’s infidelity seem not to be burdened by the idea that Sam, momentarily overwhelmed by school, work, relationships, and the whirlpool of teenage love fell, in a moment of weakness, for the ease of a casual, though emotional, tryst. I am glad that Belle and Lily’s arc of ‘R word’ has simmered somewhat as I was concerned that it would devolve into a full blown Belle baby trap. I would advise that such a thing never cross your page. Your readership’s political opinions aside, the unforgivable betrayal of a baby trap, even an unsuccessful one, would cleave any party that instigated such a thing. That said, I look forward to the first pregnancy scare and how you manage to twist that calamity into a coming together. Perhaps only a scare as the aforementioned divisiveness of an actual abortion may lose readers and, for some, sever the psychic link, even if only on a subconscious biological level akin to one of the girls spitting Matty’s sperm in disgust. Your story is exceptional and your characters are the most engaging. I look forward to the live action adaptation.
