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BTC2: Chapter 14
🕑 Added 2022-11-15 16:00:08 +0000 UTCTABLE OF CONTENTS:
Prologue: https://www.patreon.com/posts/71728519
1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72025149
2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72223456
3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72430053
4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72666527
5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72902773
6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73108177
7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73327728
8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73537602
9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73743971
10: Ku'uipo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73960083
11: The R-word: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74160968
12: The Beach: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74331272
13: Into the Blue: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74511756
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-- CHAPTER 14: Out of the Blue --
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“Nnnngggghhhh…” I groaned in rapturous relief at finally, finally, finally sinking my aching cock into the warm, wet confines of a supremely tight teenage twat.
Once the girls had decided to see how far they could “push all of the boundaries just short of having sex”, Sam had made a new rule for tonight that I couldn’t penetrate any of them until they told me I could. I figured it was no big deal since I’d actually gotten into both Naimh and Sam already, and in all honesty we’d been messing around and having fun in ways that were reasonably pleasurable.
But I still wasn’t allowed to actually put my P into someone’s V, if you know what I mean. It was as if we’d been reset back to the days in high school when the girls would tease me and titillate me right up to the brink, trusting that I’d never simply take anything they didn’t explicitly give me. And with that thought in mind, it felt like they’d been teasing me for decades.
Up until now, at least.
And it felt soooo gooooood.
I could feel my face contorting in agony and ecstasy as I drove deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left to drive.
And from beneath my heaving body, lovely Lily smiled up at me with sparkles in her eyes and a delighted look on her face as she watched my face contorting in agony and ecstasy as I drove deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left to drive.
My cute ku’uipo clutched my arms and panted shallowly, carefully observing every millimeter of my face as I pushed every millimeter of my dick deep inside. And as soon as I had completed my journey to the point where man and woman were joined together as intimately as two human beings can ever be, she reached up to grab my head and yank it down so that our mouths could join together as intimately as two human beings can ever be.
Perhaps I should explain.
As I already told you, the girls and I spent all evening exploring all the different ways we could find pleasure without ever putting my P into someone’s V (or someone’s A, for that matter). But through trial and error, the girls certainly seemed determined to at least try to find whatever other places they could put my P.
What made the entire situation wholly unfair was that each of the girls (except Lily) still got to get her V stuffed with P – just not my P. The very first thing Sam did was buckle on Matty Junior and proceed to start demonstrating to Lily how it worked. Naimh was more than happy to lie back across my bed and grab her legs behind her knees to pull them apart. The platinum-blonde proceeded to plow her temporary prick into the redhead’s pink pussy and then pound away at her while the pair of pretty maidens made out with each other with marvelous moans and sexy sighs, much to Lily’s viewing delight.
And mine.
Fuck, watching my Head Girlfriend's bubble butt rising and falling and pumping and pounding while Naimh squealed and moaned and… yeah.
Meanwhile, Belle wanted to try out some of the “alternative” methods for masturbating my rod. We’d done plenty of blowjobs and titfucks, of course, and even the occasional hotdogging of her buns. But my little pixie wanted to try out the whole “fucking her thighs from behind” thing that Sam had described and also see where else she could fit my cock.
Our first problem was the one-foot height difference. There was no way I could stand behind Belle and slot my dick between her thighs without squatting rather uncomfortably in a position I’d never be able to maintain for very long. The solution was to bring up a stepstool from the kitchen for Belle to stand on. And while the whole situation was quite novel, “novel” wasn’t very good for maintaining an erection.
Belle was, of course, quite happy to drop down and blow me hard again. After that she parked the stepstool right behind one of the armchairs in the sitting area, braced herself atop its backrest, and had me slide my dick between her thighs that way while cupping her hand to keep it angled through the furrow of her pussy.
It felt… novel.
But nowhere near as good as being inside a pussy.
Still, Belle seemed to be getting a kick watching my mushroom head push forward through the gap of her thighs and into her cupped hand while she tried to keep the top of my rod pressed up against her clit. I was happy she was having fun, but at the same time, I really wasn’t getting enough direct stimulation to feel satisfied.
On the bright side, I still had a great view of Sam pounding Naimh into the mattress with Matty Junior, which was both sexy and stimulating. I found myself quite jealous of the faux phallus, but forced myself to try not to think about that aspect too hard. Lily was certainly entranced, however, so when Sam came to a stop and asked if Lily wanted to try it out, the little Hawaiian girl nodded quite eagerly.
Of course, Belle insisted on being the first to get fucked by Lily’s strap-on, so my impish pixie left me to go join the others on the bed after Sam pulled out of Naimh.
My gorgeous redhead looked absolutely ravishing: flat on her back with her legs spread to the sides and her red-worn pussy gaping open and soaking wet. It was quite the inviting sight and I wanted nothing more than to drive my dick deep into her inner depths and just give my Irish girlfriend a royal pounding. But I hadn’t forgotten the whole point of tonight’s activities and so held myself back with a sigh.
On the other hand, I recognized that my horny girlfriend had not actually gotten off from Sam’s strap-on shafting. The whole thing had been more “toy demonstration” than “orgasm induction” for Lily’s sake. So when Naimh stared down the length of her body at me with an expression of lustful need, I was quick to park my face in her pussy, ram two fingers into her twat, and start eating as if her life depended on her climaxing in less than two minutes flat.
I’m proud to say that if that had actually been the case, I would’ve saved my girlfriend’s life with plenty of time to spare. Yay me.
But as great as it was to feel my personal redhead boxing my ears with her thighs as she squealed and screamed in ecstasy, I still couldn’t plant my prick into her puffy pink pussy. I then got distracted by the über-sexy sight beside me: the promised one about watching two short-but-stacked little hotties rolling around completely naked, their pouty lips crashing together while their big titties mashed together at the same time, all with Lily’s ‘lovely arse’ pumping up and down in rhythm with the way she thrust her fake dong in and out of Belle’s tight twat. Well “semi-rhythmic”, at least. Lily had never actually felt anyone else thrusting a cock into her, and she’d certainly never done the thrusting before either, so she was having trouble coordinating her abdominal and leg muscles to perform the process.
Who’d have ever thought Lily would wind up fucking Belle with a strap-on before losing her virginity?
In any case, my real-deal dong didn’t suffer from disuse for long. Sam was more than happy to roll me onto my back and put her original suggestion into practice: that of riding my rod like a rail in a cowgirl position, trapping my steel-hard shaft against my belly and scooting herself forward and back across it while grinding her clit down on my cock and leaking pussy juice all over me. It probably brought back some fond memories for her, because it brought back some fond memories for me too.
At first she bent over so we could make out like bandits while I grabbed her juicy ass and helped yank her back and forth. Then she shifted up a bit to crush my face beneath her heaving bosom, threatening to suffocate me within her lush titflesh while I felt oh so freaking tempted to adjust the angle of my prick so that it speared into her saturated snatch the next time she scooted backwards. But I held off on that temptation and instead snared one of her tasty, turgid teats within my mouth and suckled on it powerfully until my hands helped grind her clit against my bone to the point where she finally stiffened up and came.
“Gawd I love you…” Sam wheezed as she came down from her high, holding my cheeks in her hands before giving me a quick kiss.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I panted right back, grinning before tugging her down to me for another kiss.
After that the girls got back into the groove of shoving my dick into unconventional crevices. Sam wanted me to try fucking her armpit of all things (novel, not sexy). Belle tried to give me a footjob with both feet (awkward and not my personal fetish). Then Naimh tried to get my dick between her toes (didn’t fit) before deciding to try the between-the-thighs thing. By that point, my dick felt like it was getting such weak stimulation that it started to deflate.
Recognizing the problem on her hands (between her thighs?), Naimh got me to adjust my aim upwards and hotdog her buns, which was marginally more stimulating. The view of sliding my shaft between her bubblicious buttcheeks was great, but could never be as good as the real thing. I guess I started whining a bit, knowing that I wasn’t allowed to shift my angle and spear my schlong through the sexy girl’s sphincter. But then Lily wanted a turn, and the excitement of hotdogging the Hawaiian hottie’s buns was actually quite… invigorating. I got some fresh starch into my shaft as I mashed Lily’s supple buttcheeks around my big dick (I felt like I could do that one all day). And Sam bent over beside Lily, fondling the petite girl’s big tits while whispering really naughty words about what my big dick was doing between her buttcheeks that seemed to get Lily hotter and hotter with every passing minute.
Meanwhile, Belle had donned Matty Junior before lying flat on her back while Sam left Lily’s side and mounted up cowgirl and went for a ride. When my platinum-blonde beauty bent over to make out with my Baby Belle, I had an excellent view of my Tight-Ass Slut’s tight ass, and I couldn’t help but imagine sauntering over to slide the real Matty’s Dick in-between the bountiful buttocks of the buxom blonde bombshell’s booty, bludgeoning open the beautiful babe’s backdoor entrance with my big dick, and then burrowing every last inch into the depths of the buxom blonde bombshell’s bunghole while her wet box was still bayoneted on my Baby Belle’s borrowed dick at the same time.
Nnnngggghhhh.
But I couldn’t. Not yet, at least. Because Sam had made “The Rule”.
For those of you counting at home: Matty Junior had gotten into all three of Naimh’s, Belle’s, and Sam’s pussies while my real thing was still at zero.
Totally unfair.
(Okay fine, I got into both Naimh and Sam before we got started. Ignore me: I’m just whining. I still haven’t cum yet gawddammit!)
I consoled myself with the knowledge that the girls were having fun and that they certainly wouldn’t leave me high and dry for the entire night. Sam’s eyes had sparkled when she’d made that rule, but they’d sparkled with a playful glee that promised me she’d make it worth the wait.
But sometimes waiting can be so hard, you know?
Fortunately, they didn’t make me wait much longer. Naimh was right next to us the whole time I was hotdogging Lily’s buns, reaching down with her right hand to rub the Hawaiian girl’s clit while Sam did the honors of playing with Lily’s tits. And when my gorgeous Irish girlfriend recognized my need, her eyes glittered and she stood up straight in such a way that I felt like I could actually see the lightbulb blinking on above her head.
“I’ve got the best idea!”
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“Nnnngggghhhh…” I groaned in rapturous relief at finally, finally, finally sinking my aching cock into the warm, wet confines of a supremely tight teenage twat. It had felt like decades of messing around in ways that “pushed the boundaries just short of having sex” that had been pleasurable but in no way got me close to popping off. But now that the moment was here and I crammed inch after inch into the comely coed’s clasping cunt, it took all the self-control I had to NOT abruptly lose my load.
Because it felt soooo gooooood.
I could feel my face contorting in agony and ecstasy as I drove deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left to drive.
And from beneath my heaving body, lovely Lily smiled up at me with sparkles in her eyes and a delighted look on her face as she watched my face contorting in agony and ecstasy as I drove deeper and deeper until there was nowhere left to drive.
My cute ku’uipo clutched my arms and panted shallowly, carefully observing every millimeter of my face as I pushed every millimeter of my dick deep inside. And as soon as I had completed my journey to the point where man and woman were joined together as intimately as two human beings can ever be, she reached up to grab my head and yank it down so that our mouths could join together as intimately as two human beings can ever be.
And now you’re caught up.
Lily and I kissed and kissed and kissed like the affectionate lovers we really were. Any discussion about whether or not she should be formally recognized as my official girlfriend weren’t really important. And yet I felt like that designation was already a foregone conclusion.
Did I love her? Well… I wasn’t sure yet. Did she love me? She definitely seemed well on her way, if not there already. Did I care about her enough to find out how special we could mean to each other? Absolutely. And with our formal date scheduled for next Saturday, I believed that unless something went terribly wrong between now and then, in seven days I would both be taking Lily’s virginity and declaring her my fourth girlfriend at the same time.
But not just yet.
Eventually Lily and I separated, smiling into each other’s face from only inches away as we panted for breath. A moment later I shifted my gaze only fractionally to the side to smile down at Belle’s face instead.
My girlfriend really had the best ideas.
See, I’d sunk my aching cock into the warm, wet confines of Belle’s supremely tight teenage twat where my ever-adoring “not-girlfriend” had parked herself in one of the armchairs with her legs spread apart and to the sides. Lily quite literally sat in Belle’s lap, although her legs had been flung over the armrests to help relieve some of her weight. So when Naimh helped guide my mushroom head into the moist muff of a comely coed’s clasping cunt, it was my lovely “little sister’s” luscious labia my prick was parting instead of Lily’s, even though I was able to stare down into the Hawaiian hottie’s beaming eyes.
In my head, of course I knew I was fucking Belle and not Lily. And yet to see the nubile newcomer’s pretty face beneath mine while I slowly but steadily pumped my prick and felt the pleasure of a pleasant pussy constricting my cock, it was impossible not to imagine this would be what it would feel like when Lily and I had our actual first time.
Speaking of imagination, Belle smiled up at me before ducking her head back behind Lily’s body, perhaps trying to help the illusion that Lily and I were alone. I grinned and returned my focus to the Hawaiian girl while simultaneously feeling proud of my Baby Belle. Not everyone would be so willing to offer up her body as a substitute hole to help her friend enjoy this kind of experience. And I swore to myself I would make it up to her later.
In the meantime, I took a deep breath and concentrated on what I was supposed to do. Lily wouldn’t be able to feel the physical pleasure of my rigid rod rubbing against her inner nerves or enjoy the stuffed-up sensations of being stretched by my steel-hard shaft. All she really wanted was to hold me, kiss me, and watch the elation on my face as I enjoyed the act of lovemaking so that she could imagine what her own true experience would be like.
So we made love.
Perhaps it wasn’t PG-13, but I still strove to live up to Lily’s most innocent fantasies about her first time: more intimate kissing and fondling instead of screaming and spanking.
Kissing and fondling, Lily was used to. Despite the fact that my much larger body loomed over her in a dominant position with my thick and throbbing dick only inches away from her undefended pussy, she felt no fear or nervous anxiety about whether or not I would try to actually push myself into her. Everyone in the room was on the same page about preserving her virginity until our big romantic date and there was absolutely no pressure whatsoever for her to put out.
She could relax and enjoy herself. She could wrap both her arms and legs around me and hold on for the ride while I steadily pumped my hips back and forth, up and down, in and out. I got to feel the exquisite pleasure of a supertight twat hugging every inch of my big dick, that pleasure feeding erotic arousal and energy into my body that I poured back into Lily’s mouth with passionate kisses and contented groans.
“Matty… Matty… Matty…” the beautiful girl in my arms breathed, chanting my name as if it were a sacred word.
“Lily… Lily…” I murmured back, making it clear that no matter where my dick was currently buried, in this moment I was focused on her. “My Lily… My sweetheart… My ku’uipo.”
“Say it again, hoalauna…”
“My ku’uipo…”
“Again…”
“My ku’uipo…”
“Again!”
“My ku’uipo!”
“Holy FUCK!”
I tilted my head to gnaw on Lily’s neck while she clutched my head and quivered beneath me with breathy moans. I worked my way lower to nuzzle my nose into her cleavage and playfully nip at her turgid nipples. I suckled at first one teat and then the other, the hungry expression on my face bringing delight to hers. And I held myself above her, gazing deep into her eyes.
Like my ku’uipo was the sexiest, most incredible, most desirable woman on Planet Earth.
And then she came.
I wasn’t even fucking her. My P was not in her V, but she came anyway. She was kind of riding my rod at the time, all of her weight supported in the base of my shaft even though the first six inches or so were buried within Belle. Perhaps she got enough pressure on her clit to trigger her, or maybe the emotional high she felt was enough to send her over the edge. Probably a little of both.
Whatever the reason, one moment Lily was staring back into my eyes as if I were the sexiest, most incredible, most desirable man on Planet Earth. The next moment her eyelids fluttered and her mouth gaped open while she tilted her head back a bit and started screaming, “MATTY! MATTY! AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!”
And then Belle came, chorusing, “MATTY! MATTY! MMMAAATTTTTTYYY!!!”
My Baby Belle’s convulsing cunt clutched my cock as if trying to coax out my cum and clamping up so close-fitting that at first I couldn’t move. I kept myself buried deep within her while both Belle and Lily thrashed beneath me, feeling my balls coming to a boil. For a moment I wanted nothing more than to unleash both barrels and blast off deep within one little shorty’s soaking wet snatch while imagining I was firing off into the other one’s. But a split-second later I remembered Lily’s original request, and I groaned and strained and gritted my teeth to hold back the rising tide while struggling to extract myself from Belle’s vagina’s viselike grip.
At the last fucking second Belle’s pussy finally let me go. I jerked myself out and took a big step, planting my left foot on the armrest while leaning forward and bracing my left hand atop the backrest. My right hand aimed while pinching off the tip to prevent an early explosion. But as soon as I got my mushroom head in front of Lily’s still gasping face, I unleashed hell and gushed out a gallon of gooey jism all over the Hawaiian hottie’s comely countenance, starting with a stringy shot straight across her forehead and a little bit into her hair.
“EEEEEE!!!” she squealed in delighted surprise as I continued painting her face. She had to blink when the second shot painted across her left eye and the bridge of her nose. The third hit her in the cheek and down over her upper lip with some of it getting into her mouth. And then she managed to line up her own gaping piehole so that the fourth and then fifth shots also spurted inside, although the fifth one left a trail down her lower lip and chin.
I sagged a bit, my strength leaving me, but Lily kept her face parked beneath my leaking dick so that my sixth and seventh shots splattered onto her forehead and cheeks. She stuck her tongue out and groaned “Ahhh…” as if she were at the doctor’s office with a tongue depressor. After dealing with the girls messing around and pushing boundaries without ever letting me into a pussy for what felt like hours, I had a LOT of cum backed up in me. And my ku’uipo stayed there, soaking up every last droplet onto her skin, until I had nothing left to give.
When I finally dropped my foot off the armrest and took a step back, I found Sam was right behind me and she hooked her hands beneath my armpits to help me stagger over to the opposite armrest. We were both a little off balance, so she dropped down onto the cushion first and I literally fell into my girlfriend’s lap, both of us laughing like idiots.
But the show wasn’t over yet as Lily abruptly twisted in Belle’s lap right in front of us, gathering up the pool of cum on her tongue and swiftly shoving it between Belle’s lips. And then Matty’s Little Cumslut took over, hungrily going after every gooey glob that decorated her new bestie’s pretty face with erotic moans and audible slurps signaling every step of her success.
Naimh suddenly dropped down next to me and Sam on the armchair, her emerald eyes afire as she grinned at Sam. “That was SOOOO hot! Can you and me do that next! Do you wanna be on top making out with him or underneath being the substitute pussy? I’m good with either. Maybe we try both?”
Seriously: I was the luckiest man in the world.
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After the girls attempting to kill me through Death By Fucking™ on Saturday night, we took it pretty easy on Sunday. Then on Monday morning, Naimh woke me up with an alarm clock BJ, I wound up filling her cunt with a fresh load of liquid love, and she rather happily held my hand all the way to campus while Belle followed behind us.
When we reached our usual intersection, my redheaded girlfriend gave me a quick kiss and then bounced away towards the Biology buildings while Belle happily slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained. We chatted about whatever popped into Belle’s pretty little head for a bit until we got to the Engineering buildings. When we got there, my petite “little sister” jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist so she could give me a passionate French kiss. I let her snog me for a minute before relaxing my grip as a signal for her to put her feet down. And then I patted her ass while she flashed me a pixie wink and then spun around to head off towards Chemistry.
I turned around to head inside and noticed a gorgeous honey-blonde babe in a neatly-pressed black suit approaching the building. “Good morning, Skylar,” I greeted affably, still riding the emotional high of that goodbye kiss with Belle, as I put myself on an intercept path with the blonde.
Skylar gave me a pleasant smile as we fell into step side-by-side, replying, “Good morning, Matt.”
Her tone was so casual and polite that it took me a second to realize she’d called me ‘Matt’ instead of ‘Matty’. It occurred to me that her using my more intimate nickname perhaps wasn’t appropriate around my classmates, so I simply smiled back and asked, “How was your weekend?”
“Quiet, thankfully, after Saturday’s adventures,” she replied with mild relief. “Had a lot of work to catch up on.”
We entered the building together and then walked over to the auditorium-style lecture hall. “Schoolwork?” I asked. “Are graduate classes really so much harder than undergrad?”
“Well, certainly in comparison to a freshman introductory course, they are. When you get to the upper-division courses you’ll know what a real workload looks like.” Skylar pursed her lips and for a moment her eyes tightened. “You’re still quite young, Matt. Sometimes I forget that you’re only a teenager.”
“Age is just a number,” I replied with a shrug. “And everyone was a teenager at one point in their lives.”
“Indeed.” Skylar’s eyes took on a faraway gaze for a moment, as if she were looking back into memory. Meanwhile, we entered the lecture hall and began descending the steps side-by-side. I listened to the rhythmic sounds of her high-heels striking each individual stair tread rather than interrupt her momentary reverie.
Eventually we made it all the way to my regular seat without any further conversation. Skylar did not join me at my seat today. Instead she gave me a prim smile and said politely, “Have a good day, Matt.”
“Have a good day,” I replied in the same tone.
And then she continued down to the lecture floor and went straight to set her bag down at the professor’s desk. Two students immediately approached her, and she spent the next several minutes answering their questions.
Professor D. eventually began his lecture and I settled in for class. It was one of his better lectures, all things considered. Immediately following the end of class, students approached both the professor and our T.A., so I packed up my bags and headed out of the auditorium.
It was a cloudy day outside and threatening rain, but my world was full of sunshine and rainbows at the sight of the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen waiting for me. My freckled Irish redhead bounced up to me with a beaming smile and her usual happy exclamation, “Matty!”
She came to a stop, and a split-second later her boobs stopped jiggling as well. She wore an insulated rain jacket unzipped throat to tails and a form-fitting sweater beneath that really hugged “the girls” along with her usual spray-painted jeans. She didn’t dry-hump my leg or anything but we still came together for a sweet kiss.
I smiled and rubbed my girlfriend’s ass. “Hungry for food or do you still have that key to the janitor’s closet?”
Naimh smirked and shook her head. “Sorry. He told me to leave the spare key in the closet. Don’t want to get the poor man in trouble, you know? We can go straight to lunch but… uhhh…”
When her voice trailed off and she started looking past my shoulder, I chuckled and informed her, “Skylar’s fielding questions from other students. She is a T.A., remember?”
“Right, right,” Naimh muttered with an understanding nod.
“How about we sit down over there and wait for her to come out,” I suggested, gesturing to a table within view of the building entrance.
“Grand.” She wrapped her arm around my lower back and we walked together over to the table. I sat down first on the bench seat, facing away from the table itself and leaning against it like a backrest. But rather than sit down beside me, my gorgeous girlfriend plopped into my lap sideways so that I could wrap my arms around her and start up a fresh snogging session.
But we didn’t make out for very long as Naimh didn’t want to miss Skylar coming out of the building. Instead she sat in my lap and we made idle chit-chat for a few minutes, with me stating my hope that it wouldn’t rain while Naimh expressed her hope that it would.
“Cloudy, gloomy, and damp?” my Irish redhead mused. “It almost feels like home.”
I canted my head to the side and looked at her thoughtfully. “Do you miss Ireland?”
“Of course, but that doesn’t mean I’d change a thing.” Naimh leaned in to nuzzle her nose against mine. “Moving here brought me to you. My boyfriend. My love. My man.”
“I’m rather glad you moved here too.” I gave her a quick kiss and rubbed her ass. “Can’t imagine my life without you in it.”
“Pssht.” Naimh sighed and waved her hand dismissively. “I’m sure you’d have managed just fine for yourself had you come here with only Sam and Belle. It’s your Head Girlfriend and your ‘little sister’ that you really need in your life. I’m just the spare.”
I frowned immediately. “Please tell me you don’t really believe that.”
“I don’t, I don’t,” she replied with a sigh. Her eyes briefly went up to my hairline and she ran her fingers through it before holding the back of my head and tugging so we could share another quick kiss. And when she pulled back, she stared into my eyes while I stared right back at her, willing her to understand how much she meant to me.
“Does it bother you that Sam still calls herself my ‘Head Girlfriend’?” I asked carefully.
“No, of course not.”
“But you still used Sam and Belle’s titles just now as a way of distinguishing them from yourself.”
“I have a title,” she insisted. “I’m still The Anal Queen of the BTC, aren’t I?”
I chuckled and nodded. “Very true.”
“Then again, Sam’s your ‘Tight-Arse Slut’ and Belle is ‘Matty’s Little Cumslut’. How come I don’t have a ‘slut’ nickname?”
I blinked. “Uhhh, I don’t know why. Although to be fair, Sam and Belle both came up with those nicknames on their own.”
“Then I’ll have to think of one for myself. I mean, I would’ve loved to be your ‘Personal Slut’ but Holly already got that one. I mean really, it feels like all the good ones are already taken.”
“I’m sure we can think of something, but don’t put any pressure on yourself to do it right now.”
“Sacred Core Slut? Sex Slave Slut? Matty’s Big Cumslut?”
I laughed and rubbed her ass again. “Like I said: we don’t need to come up with something right now.”
Naimh pursed her lips and hugged me a little tighter. “I just wish there was a way I could demonstrate how much I really love you, how much I really need you, and how much I want to be in your life for the rest of our lives.”
“You demonstrate those things all the time. I love you, Neevie. I really do.”
She smiled and nuzzled her nose against mine. “I know you do. I know you do.” And then she kissed me again.
But despite that kiss, she still sat back up straight in my lap looking pensive. Her gaze drifted off into the middle distance. “Maybe you should call me your ‘partner’ instead of ‘girlfriend’? Matty’s Buttslut? Hmm, that one could actually work. You could call me… Skylar!”
I blinked. “Wait, you want me to call you ‘Skylar’?”
Clearly, I was a little slow on the uptake as Naimh slid off my lap and stood, waving her hand, making it clear that she was calling to the busty blonde bombshell walking out of the building.
“Neevie, heyyy,” Skylar greeted as the freckled Irish redhead bounced up to her with a beaming smile, and even from here I could see how Naimh’s boobs stopped jiggling a split-second later.
“You’re lookin’ quite tidy today,” Naimh greeted in a complimentary tone. “Come to lunch with us?”
Skylar winced immediately and frowned. “Oh, thanks for the invite. But I’m afraid I already have other plans.”
The redhead’s face fell and she momentarily glanced back at me as I approached both of them. Returning her attention to Skylar, she pouted, “Bollocks. Really?”
“I’m sorry. But another time, perhaps?” Skylar offered.
“After class Wednesday?” Naimh suggested. “Or if you’re free, you’re welcome ‘round the house anytime.”
Skylar winced again. “I’ll have to check my schedule. Wednesday I’m unfortunately going to be busy again.”
Naimh now looked crestfallen.
“But please don’t think I’m telling you to sod off,” Skylar put in hurriedly. “I really am just very busy right now. You have my number and I’ll ring you. We’ll meet up and go for a chinwag, yeah?”
The redhead started to relax and nodded immediately. “Yeah, yeah. Of course. Sounds great.”
“Thanks for understanding, but I really need to get going. Nice to see you too, Matty,” Skylar added on the end with a short wave before she turned to hustle off.
“Bye!” I called after her.
“Cheers!” Naimh called as well.
I wrapped my arms around my redhead and snuggled her close. And once Skylar was out of earshot, I murmured reassuringly, “I’m sorry. I know that was a little disappointing.”
“Disappointing? Nah. Skylar’s a busy girl. I knew that already.” Naimh turned to nuzzle her nose against mine with a brave smile. “You’re here, and that’s what’s most important. So Skylar can’t join us for lunch. That’s alright. I still get to spend time with the greatest man in the entire universe. That’s all that really matters to me.”
****
It was late afternoon when the doorbell rang exactly twice and I paused my video game before getting up and padding down the short hallway from the living room. I didn’t bother to check the peephole, already knowing exactly who would be on the other side of the door, even if her presence here did come as at least a mild surprise.
“Howzit, hoalauna?” I drawled with a lazy smile, flashing her the shaka sign with my thumb and pinky extended. “Wasn’t sure if you were still gonna show up.”
Eva frowned at me with furrowed eyebrows, which perfectly matched her folded arms and resting bitch face. It was basically the same expression from the last time I’d seen her when dropping her off at Mrs. Morris’s house after the beach trip. “It’s only been two days,” she replied without any other greeting. “Less than forty-eight hours, really.”
I shrugged and took a step back, gesturing her inside. “Well aloha to you too. Seriously, has everything been alright?”
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Eva muttered as she continued down the hallway without turning around to face me. “I got a lot of homework and studying done and I’d really prefer to just shoot the crap out of a bunch of Skedar no questions asked. Would that be alright with you?”
“Shooting Skedar it is,” I confirmed after closing the door and following after her. When I returned to the living room, I gestured at the controller already in her hands, saying, “Just go ahead and exit the level. We can switch to Multiplayer.”
“Co-op,” Eva corrected. “I wanna shoot Skedar, not shoot you.”
“Right on,” I said while dropping into my seat and automatically extending a fist out to her for a dap. “Just us against the world.”
Eva visibly flinched and froze just before her knuckles met mine, and then she dropped her hand away.
I blinked in surprise and also pulled my hand back. “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s fine.” Rather belatedly, Eva held a fist back out to me.
I frowned but still bumped her knuckles. “You okay? Wanna talk about it?”
Eva rolled her eyes. “Exactly what in the entire sum total of the time you and I have known each other have I ever given you the impression I’d ‘wanna talk about it’?”
I waggled my head, wracking my brain but coming up empty, at least initially. “I can’t really… well maybe if we count that morning you had a hangover and we agreed to just be friends.”
Eva rolled her eyes again. “As if I’d ever want to go through that again. Seriously, let’s just start playing so I can shoot some Skedar. Please?”
I nodded, grabbed my controller, and turned my attention forward. “Fire away.”
****
“You know you’re welcome to borrow the N64 and take it back home,” I told Eva between levels when we had a minute to breathe. “Get some stress-relief on demand whenever you need.”
Eva shook her head while glancing back at me. “Lily and I don’t have a TV in our room, remember? And I’m not about to hook up a video game console to Mrs. Morris’s TV and start shooting aliens in front of her.”
“Good point.”
“Even if I had a TV, why would you give me a reason to hole up in my room all by myself instead of making me keep coming over here to be sociable?”
“That’s a very good point. So in that case, I’m glad you don’t have a TV.”
Eva smirked and shook her head. “Besides, this game really is more fun in co-op than playing by myself. You’re pretty good.”
“Me? You’re pretty good,” I assured her.
And she was. Slouched against the corner of the couch, zoned out to the game, almost lazily but expertly manipulating her controls to point and shoot and reload and switch weapons on the fly with smooth efficiency, Eva was good. I wouldn’t put her on a level with Alice or anything - still the top FPS gamer I’d ever known - but Eva definitely knew what she was doing. So far we’d pretty much only played Perfect Dark together, but as we started up the next level, I found myself wondering what other games she’d be good at.
At the very least, I resolved to get all the girls to have a Mario Party together. Despite not being avid video gamers, Mario Party 2 had been a hit with all the BTC girls and Mario Party 3 was supposed to be released within a few months. Now that I knew Eva was a bit of a gamer girl, and given the difficulty in getting Eva to integrate with the other BTC girls to this point, I silently castigated myself for not thinking of it sooner as a way to get the girls to bond over common interests. And I got so distracted thinking of when and how to set up the party sooner than later that I wasn’t paying much attention to the game and got myself killed.
“Hey bolohead! Get your head in the game!” Eva called, her eyes still fixed to the screen as all the enemies now concentrated on her. She died moments later before I could respawn and now we’d have to start the level over. For a second there, it looked like she wanted to hurl the controller. But instead she merely sighed and flopped against the backrest, letting her head hang over the top and audibly saying the word, “Groan. Okay I take back my compliment about you being a good player.”
“My bad, my bad.” I tapped my chest. “I got distracted.”
“Distracted by what?” She waved her hands around us.
“Honestly, I was thinking of the girls.”
“Pssht. Figures. Poor Matty hasn’t ejaculated in what…” Eva checked her watch before finishing, “…seven hours? Assuming Neevie didn’t drag you into a janitor’s closet during lunch again.”
I blinked. “You know about that?”
Eva rolled her eyes rather than dignify that question with a verbal response.
I shook my head and said defensively, “It had nothing to do with sex. If you must know, I was thinking about ways to help you integrate into the group a little better.”
Eva frowned. “Me? Why?”
“Because Belle’s jokes aside about not qualifying until you… well… you know… You ARE part of The BTC now. You’re our friend and I make it my personal responsibility to try and make sure everybody is getting along.”
“I thought Sam considered that her job.”
“I think we ALL consider it ‘our jobs’ to help everyone get along. Sam may be the one the girls look to for decisive decision-making, but Neevie’s usually the first one to shut down any signs of disharmony and Belle’s the biggest cheerleader for going crazy and having fun.”
“Meanwhile Lily’s taking to The BTC like a turtle to the ocean, and I’m the only hammajang.”
I blinked. “Hama-what?”
She exhaled slowly and set her N64 controller aside onto the cushion between us. Eva always wore an assortment of necklaces as well as bracelets on both wrists. Most of the necklaces were carved wooden Hawaiian symbols or sea creatures dangling as pendants on black cords, although a few were full puka shell necklaces. The bracelets included a few more charms on black cords, although she did have a full men’s-sized black leather wristband with silver buckles on her left wrist. And it was that leather bracelet she rubbed almost absentmindedly as she muttered, “It means I’m the only one who doesn’t fit in.”
“It’s not that you don’t--”
“I don’t fit in,” she interrupted me. “Don’t take it personally. It’s not about you or the rest of The BTC. I’ve never been very good at fitting in, period.”
“Why is that?”
Eva took in a deep breath and looked away from me. She held it for a few extra seconds before exhaling slowly, pursing her lips, and shaking her head. She started giving me that familiar dismissive expression. But at the same time, I sensed that some part of her wanted to open up to me, and I knew I had to act before the opportunity slipped away.
So before Eva could dismiss me, I slid aside the N64 controller between us and set it on the floor while scooting over to sit right beside her. I reached up to touch her shoulder, giving her plenty of time to see my hand approaching, and she didn’t recoil from me. Instead I could see that her heartbeat had quickened just a bit. She looked into my eyes with a touch of nervousness but did not withdraw. And after rubbing her shoulder for a few seconds, I took a deep breath of my own to speak.
“You don’t have to be alone,” I told her sincerely. “I’m very glad you pointed out that I shouldn’t loan you the N64 so that you can’t hole yourself up in your room all by yourself. Life is hard enough as it is without help. Having friends not only helps keep things entertaining, but having friends help, period.”
“I’ll have to take your word for it,” she replied succinctly. “I’ve never had many friends. Like I said: I don’t fit in.”
“I think you fit in just fine here.”
“I dunno, crowds and I have a love/hate relationship. People say, ‘The more the merrier.’ But honestly, the more people there are, the more… I dunno… Large groups just aren’t my thing these days.”
I arched an eyebrow, slid my hand off her shoulder, and draped it across the backrest. “You seemed to do just fine at that big party up in the hills.”
Eva shrugged as she sat up a little straighter and turned sideways in her seat to face me. “Random strangers are easy to ignore at a big party like that. It’s like… they’re just nameless faces, you know? But whenever it’s all six of us in the living room? Or even seven counting Skylar on that beach trip? I just… It’s easier to stay quiet and let you all do the talking.”
I waggled my head. “Fair enough, but it isn’t all six of us right now. It’s just you and me.”
Eva gave me an almost shy smile, and for a moment, an expression of contentment spread across her face.
But then a shuddering breath came out of nowhere.
And then she started crying.
Her face had fallen so suddenly that I got a sort of whiplash in shock. It was as if I had simply blinked just once, and when my eyes had reopened there were tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobbed in abject misery. Her chin dipped down as she buried her face into my shoulder and then pushed it into the crook of my neck. And only then did the rest of my body wake up enough to react by wrapping up the bawling girl in my arms.
I felt a sense of déjà vu to that afternoon at the beach when Eva had a full-blown breakdown like a sudden hurricane appearing out of the blue. She wailed a forlorn cry of anguish muffled by her mouth being pressed into my chest. Her fingers hooked and I could feel her nails digging into my back, although thankfully I was wearing a shirt this time so she couldn’t draw blood. Eva sobbed and shuddered and cried her poor little heart out while I simply kept my arms around her, squeezing her tight.
“It’s alright…” I soothed her while I started to rock her body back and forth. “It’s alright… I got you. I got you. Let it all out… Let it all out…”
She let it all out, and this time she didn’t walk away from me. Eva cried and cried until she ran out of tears. And even then she kept her eyes closed with her face buried into my neck. I had no idea how much time had passed, but the Perfect Dark screen saver had kicked in on the TV by the time I glanced up at it.
“Whatever’s going on,” I told her sincerely, “I’ll help you get through it. If you don’t like crowds, that’s okay too. I got you. It’s just you and me, Eva. The two of us against the world.”
It was the right thing to say. Eva relaxed in my arms and started taking deep breaths. It took her another minute, but eventually she sniffled and sat up a bit, wiping away the leftover tears. And then after one more deep, shuddering breath, she finally sat up straight and smiled at me.
“The two of us against the world,” she repeated.
And she smiled.
She actually smiled.
It wasn’t a thin, sardonic smile. It wasn’t a polite-but-I-don’t-really-mean-it smile. Eva genuinely smiled.
It was the kind of smile that not only spread all the way across her face, but carried up into her eyes as well. It was always slightly disconcerting to look into her eyes given the way the blue-color contacts always looked just a bit… inhuman. But at the moment there was no mistaking the brightness behind them.
And then she kissed me.
I found myself immediately reminded of our rather spectacular first kiss at that big party in the hills. After launching herself into my lap and parking her knees to either side of me, Eva grabbed the back of my head with both hands, turned my face to hers, and then planted a searing smooch on my lips. Buoyed by that reminder, I gave just as good as I got, automatically responding to the energized arousal of a hot girl who wanted to make out with me by clutching her body to mine and passionately kissing her just as hard as she was kissing me.
And THEN my brain belatedly joined the party to remind me that Eva and I had made an agreement. We were supposed to be “just friends”.
I relaxed my arms and pulled my head back, but Eva was having none of it. She held my head and speared her tongue through my lips, quickly claiming the territory I yielded to her in retreat. So then I had to get a fresh grip on her shoulders to tug her body away from mine, prying the horny hapa girl off my face just barely enough to mutter, “Eva! Eva! Wait-wait-wait!”
Her lips had still been on mine half the time, but when I got out the third “wait” she finally backed off a bit, her hair and eyes both wild while she panted for breath and stared at me expectantly.
“I thought we’d agreed to just be friends?!” I exclaimed in confusion.
“Oh shut the fuck up, Matty,” she growled while reaching down to the hem of her shirt and rapidly whipping it over her head, leaving her topless save for a lacy black bra and the multiple necklaces and bracelets adorning a long, graceful neck and her thin wrists. Full D-cup breasts threatened to burst from her bra as she dismounted my lap and started tugging down her tight black pants. And I realized for the first time that she had a rather elaborate tattoo running the length of her right side from beneath her armpit and went down along her right hip. I couldn’t immediately tell what the design was other than that at first glance it looked like a black tribal tattoo, except that there were large swaths of blue and green shading and detailing within, the whole design having a definite “oceanic” feeling to it.
It took me a moment to take all that in. I’d always known Eva was a very attractive young woman with a dangerously beautiful face and a slender, model-esque build with top-heavy tits. She stared at me with clearly lustful intentions, and once she dropped her pants and panties down to the floor, I knew she was only moments away from jumping me.
“Eva…” I began hesitantly.
But before I could say anything further, the gorgeous half-naked girl in front of me vigorously shook her head. She then fixed me with a steely stare and whined in an unexpectedly desperate voice, “Please don’t reject me now.”
I’d been prepared to gently let her down and suggest we both take a pause to consider what was happening before either of us did something we’d regret. But the words died in my throat at her request and I wound up with my jaw hanging open, unsure of how to respond.
Meanwhile, Eva knelt down to begin dragging off my pants and boxers. She expertly unzipped me with practiced ease, and when she tugged on the waistband, I automatically kipped upwards with my hips to help her after having done the same so many times with the other girls. My schlong sprung out right in front of her, the mindless fucker having already sniffed out the smell of aroused female and grown half-hard in anticipation. Before I could even blink Eva had already popped my prick into her mouth, taking almost all of its entire length on the first go and then pulling her head back with incredible suction, trying to make it grow to full hardness as fast as she possibly could.
It didn’t take long.
I was completely overwhelmed by the situation, having never expected to be in this position less than a minute after we’d been having a completely platonic heart-to-heart devoid of any eroticism. I gawked at the sight of Eva sucking my dick in disbelief, my mind having not yet caught up to realize that this was really happening.
The next time I blinked, Eva was in my lap, kneeling astride me and holding my dick to her loins. She swabbed my cockhead through her labia, parking it at her pussy’s portal.
Only then did my brain engage just enough to ask incredulously, “Eva?”
She was already too far gone to stop. With her left arm she grabbed the back of my head and speared her tongue between my lips. Raging lust had taken over every fiber of her being. I felt her passion pouring into me through our liplock. And I heard her keening cry of emotion as she clutched me with such desperation I wondered if she’d ever let me go.
Her right hand held my cock steady.
Her eyes bored straight into the back of my soul.
And then she started sinking herself down.
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Jeff Jones
It'll be interesting to see what Eva's history is that has caused this attitude. Also interested in the development of Skylar's relationship with the BTC as a whole, but specifically Matt and Neevie!
Dennis McNulty
Seems things just keep getting better and better for our hero. Trying to be a nice guy sure gets him in interesting situations. And BDA's attempt to use as many words strung together starting with the same letter to describe sex is rather entertaining and an apt metaphor for the actual act. Can't wait to find o
Wookey
Did not expect to see that happen. Yay for Holly 2.0
cpip
I really had expected it would take longer than seven chapters, but here we are. Poor Matthew just does not need more crazy, damaged women on his dick.
