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BTC2: Chapter 1
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-- CHAPTER 1: The BTC --
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-- AUGUST --
“Time for dessert, Matty…”
“Holy fuck,” I grunted, my jaw going slack as my best friend Alice gave me a playful wink and then spun around to waggle her bare-naked tushie at me. Bending over at the waist, she reached back with both hands, spreading her asscheeks apart in invitation.
At the same time, my impish pixie ‘little sister’ Belle gripped my hips and tugged, forcibly cramming another inch of my cock into her throat. The constriction was so tight that I could almost visualize my dick was pushing into Alice’s ass.
“Queen Mari commands that the Royal Column of Towering Manhood come sodomize her superhot, supertight asshole first!”
“Fucking-fuck!” I exclaimed at the sight of the luscious Latina parking herself to Alice’s left while shaking her hips side-to-side as if doing a salsa, also reaching back with both hands to part her bubble buttcheeks and expose her bunghole. And although Belle hadn’t been successful at deep-throating me the first time, she pulled back to catch her breath and then tried again.
“Perhaps my darling Matty would prefer my tight little tush instead?” Leggy Zofi gracefully slid over on Alice’s right side. She also bent over at the waist, but did so with her feet together and dipped all the way down until her upside-down face peeked out to the side, revealing her pearly white grin and sparkling blue eyes.
“Personal Slut needs Master to ravage her rectum too!” Holly announced as she joined in next to Zofi, grabbing her asscheeks and shimmying side-to-side while giving me a coy wink and a grin over her shoulder.
“Fuckity-FUCK!” I cried as Belle finally got all of me down her throat, sealing her lips around the very base of my shaft while emitting a tiny squeak of triumph - not easy to do with such a thick shaft stretching almost all the way down to her stomach.
“Do NOT make him pop just yet!” Sam warned Belle from the seat cushion beside me, my Head Girlfriend panting softly while holding redheaded Naimh’s red head to her bare-shaven loins.
Belle whined a bit but pulled off me. She wouldn’t have been able to hold the position much longer anyways, but I still reached down to caress my dear Annabelle’s cheek while giving her a look of both respect for her persistence and love for her determination. I wanted to make sure she understood how much I appreciated her devotion and the lengths to which she was willing to push herself for my pleasure. And she beamed at me with starry eyes in response.
Then, I raised my gaze back up to the row of four butts before me, just waiting to be pillaged.
And a strange thing happened.
I felt a lump in my throat and started to cry…
… which was weird, because I distinctly remembered this moment when it actually happened for real. The NBG’s (Non-Berkeley Girls) had come to visit Saturday to check out the house and be together as the full BTC before they’d eventually have to head off to their own separate schools. In addition to cruising around the campus, we’d fired up the new barbecue grill and had ourselves a nice backyard hangout - just like old times. We’d popped a DVD into the big TV in the family room and cuddled together on the couches - just like old times.
And then one thing led to another and we’d started up a seven-girl-plus-me orgy - just like old times.
I recalled that I had patted the top of Belle’s head and she had taken that as her cue to shift over to the side and allow me to rise up off the couch. Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly had presented themselves for my pillaging, and I’d gone around caressing bare bottoms before ultimately taking hold of Mari’s hips and then burying my big dick into her booty built for sex, kick-starting a run of ramming my rod into rectum after rectum in a row.
But that wasn’t happening right now.
It was then that I realized I was dreaming. I was dreaming of a real memory of the past, only it wasn’t real anymore, it was… surreal. Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly all froze in place as if time had been paused for them. I realized then that Belle, Sam, and Naimh had all frozen as well, and suddenly I was no longer inside my body. I floated away as if my spirit had been forcibly ejected from my corporeal being, and my ghostly form hovered above and to the left of myself so I could see all eight of us at the same time.
And then I zoomed in on Mari: my Angel. Always loving. Never demanding. Accepting what I could give her, even if it was far less than she deserved.
I focused in on Alice: my best friend. Always dependable. Never biased. Happy to enjoy what we shared and perfectly willing to give me unfiltered advice without jealousy or self-centeredness.
I concentrated on Zofi: mój skarbie. So sweet. So serene. So selfless. I wanted to believe we’d eventually share a bond that would last forever, but the future was still unknown.
And last but certainly NOT least: Holly. The social butterfly who had briefly come to find a home with me and the other girls… but mostly with me. The connection we’d shared had been the most unexpected, but not unappreciated.
We hadn’t said goodbye on Saturday. None of us wanted to say goodbye. The idea was that we’d see each other again soon.
But I wasn’t exactly sure when.
Or “if”.
I wasn’t ready to let go.
Not even now.
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I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.
“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hand and sucking on the mushroom head as if I’d never interrupted her.
As consciousness flooded my brain, the final images of Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly evaporated into the ethereal nothingness that all dreams are made of in the real world. My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the copper-haired head of my Irish lover bobbing up and down in my lap. Naimh looked up at me, her emerald-green eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I’d awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with her right hand.
Rather than feel a sense of loss at the four girls no longer with us, I felt the joy of being the lucky sonovabitch that had not one but THREE gorgeous girls still in my life. So I smiled back, and Naimh once again focused on the task at hand. She briefly paused to gather herself before pushing her head all the way down and not stopping until she had her lips around the very base of my cock. She held that position there, looked back up at me to make sure I was watching, and I rewarded her with a proud smile before she pulled herself all the way up and took a deep breath.
“Dia duit, Matty,” my redheaded girlfriend murmured quietly but enthusiastically.
“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I greeted in kind, reaching up to caress her cheek with my fingertips. She leaned into my hand, cradling her cheek in my palm, and when she closed her eyes she sighed a sigh of supreme satisfaction.
I let my thumb rub across her freckled skin for a moment, but then she opened her eyes and righted herself once more. My luscious lover leaned down to take a long, languid lick along the underside of my cock, her emerald eyes glittering as she came to the apex and moved her pouty lips over my prickhead. I slid my fingers through her red tresses and took hold of the top of her head, pushing gently. And the comely college coed cooed before capitulating to the coercion of my cradling hand, descending at a sedate pace until she’d swallowed every last inch of my big dick.
“Nnnngggghhhh…” I groaned in exquisite ecstasy, dropping my right arm back against the headboard in surrender to her oral expertise. My left arm, on the other hand, remained wrapped around my other bed partner.
Speaking of Belle, the pretty pixie began to stir within my grasp. Her head had slipped down into the hollow between my side and my arm, and she moaned while pitching her face forward into my body while tightening her left forearm around my midsection. I glanced down at my li’l cutie and squeezed her tightly. She was completely naked and her pert little booty fit nicely in the curve of my palm.
Naimh slowly pulled off my prick and then reached forward with her right arm. The redhead gently rubbed Belle’s cheek, murmuring, “Good morning, Belle.”
“Mmm-mmmng,” the petite strawberry-blonde murmured without opening her eyes. She continued to hug me tightly like I was a big teddy bear, and nuzzled her nose against my side before taking a deep breath and then kissing my bare skin.
“You wanna turn?” Naimh asked.
Still with her eyes closed, Belle shook her head fractionally before replying, “I’m good.” And then she adjusted the grip of her left arm and continued to squeeze me.
I glanced down at my redheaded girlfriend and gestured “come hither” with my right hand.
Naimh smiled at my non-verbal cue and giggled as she crawled up my body and lined up her hips with mine. Like Belle, she was completely naked (and proving that the freckles went down all the way). She rubbed her tuft of neatly-trimmed red fuzz along my cock, scratching my rod quite pleasantly while her green eyes glimmered watching the expressions on my face.
My busty redhead planted her hands to either side of my head and let her big boobies sway back-and-forth above my face, and I playfully nipped at her pendulous teats until she simply lowered her chest down to smother my eyes in lush titflesh. I went nom-nom on her nipples while she giggled musically. But after another few seconds of coating my cock with the slippery fluids leaking from her wet pussy, she reached behind herself to hold my cock at an angle and then slowly slid herself back.
“Ohhh…” Naimh moaned as she filled herself up with her boyfriend’s big dick. I slid my right hand back to cup her ass, delighting in the different feelings I felt compared to Belle’s booty in my left hand. And after my luscious Irish lass completed her journey down to the very base of my crotch, she sat fully upright and paused to catch her breath.
I stared up at her sweet smiling face, basking in the glow of Naimh’s obvious love for me. She slowly undulated her body around in a counterclockwise circle, carving my cock around the inner confines of her vaginal canal, in no hurry just yet. She took her time and then closed her eyes to concentrate inward on the feelings. No matter how many times we had made love in this manner, she still appreciated every moment as if it needed to be treasured forever.
Of all the girls in my life, Naimh was the only one who really knew what it felt like to have me fall OUT of love with her. She’d made a mistake during our first romantic relationship. It was a mistake I’d forgiven her for, but it was a mistake neither of us could ever really forget. Our romantic relationship was going really, really well right now, but I knew that she still feared making any kind of critical mistake ever again.
She didn’t walk around on eggshells around me or anything, and I’d made a sincere effort to reassure her that our relationship was much stronger now. We enjoyed our time together without either of us thinking too hard about what the future held. For now, we were teenage freshmen embarking on the first steps of a new college journey. Between attending classes at a new school, meeting new people, and settling into a new house, we all had more than enough to worry about without adding relationship worries on top of it all.
Speaking of settling into a new house, I paused to glance around my bedroom for a moment while Naimh happily humped away. Of the four bedrooms in the place, I would’ve been perfectly willing to take one of the smaller ones. But the girls had unanimously agreed to put me in the master bedroom with the big king-size bed so that my girlfriends could comfortably rotate who spent the night with me. Morning light spilled through the crack in the drapes of the big window by the sitting area nook, illuminating one of the two armchairs parked over there. I could tell from the angle of the beams that the sun was still fairly low on the horizon, indicating that it was quite early in the morning. Only then did I glance at the clock on the nightstand to confirm that my girlfriends and I would have plenty of time for pleasant orgasms before we’d need to get up and get dressed for class on this first Monday morning of the academic year.
With that thought in mind, I finally let go of Belle’s booty and reached up to wrap both arms around Naimh’s back. After tugging her down against my chest, I growled into my girlfriend’s ear just before rolling her over onto her back while she squealed. And although our loins disengaged in the process, it was a simple matter for me to roll after her, nestle my hips between her spread thighs, and slam my stiff sausage straight back into the sweet center of her succulent snatch.
“Ffffuuuucccckkkk…” Naimh grunted, and she started muttering Irish curse words beneath her breath as I started savagely shafting her straight from the start. I didn’t understand any of the words themselves, but there was no mistaking the shit-eating grin on her face or the way she clutched her legs to tug me deeper with every thrust.
“Aw, fuck, Neevie,” I groaned, gripping her hips and hammering her hard.
“Fuck me, Matty,” my lover moaned. “Fuck meeee…”
So I fucked her. Meanwhile, I felt a small hand rubbing my ass and glanced to my right to find my Baby Belle smiling at us with lustful flames of arousal in her pale green eyes. She was rubbing her little clitty, the sexpot voyeur visibly excited watching her big, strong man dominating the sultry redhead. And I leaned over to give the impish pixie a quick peck before returning my attention to the busty babe beneath me and devouring her mouth instead.
Sex with Naimh had always been amazing. More than once I’d waxed poetic about her “Goldilocks Pussy”: just right. Being inside her like this was simply heaven on earth, and I felt pleasure-bolts of joyful electricity surging through my veins as I slammed my steel-hard schlong into her over and over and over again.
And I wasn’t the only one in seventh heaven. Naimh squealed and screamed with unabashed ecstasy, announcing to the whole house how much pleasure she was feeling. She clamped her legs around my heaving body, fucking back at me as hard as I fucked her. And her big bouncing boobies bumped up against my chest as she athletically writhed and thrust her pelvis up to meet my powerful plunges.
“Fuck me, Matty! Fuckme-fuckme-FUCKMEEEEE!!!” My randy redhead stiffened up and screamed her first orgasm after only a few minutes.
“Fuckme-fuckme-FUCKMEEEEE!!!” She screamed her second orgasm shortly after that.
And I just kept pounding her and pounding her and POUNDING her all the way through.
As Naimh came down from that second climactic peak, I glanced at Belle for just a moment, my eyes silently asking if she wanted a turn. But as if she could read my mind, the saucy strawberry-blonde licked her lips and grinned, clearly telling me that she was rather eagerly looking forward to slurping out a creampie.
I’ll never forget Belle’s answer when I asked if she would rather have me all to herself instead of sharing me with two or more other girls: “To myself? I’m flexible, but not quite flexible enough to slurp your jizz outta my own coochie. We need to have at least ONE other girl in our lives who’ll let you blast her full of yummy sperm and let me suck it all back out.”
It was with that answer in mind that I told myself not to keep her waiting. Planting both hands flat on the mattress, I pushed my chest up so I could stare down at the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen and witness the way her flushed pink skin filled in the pale gaps between her freckles. Naimh stared back up at me, liquid love shimmering in her electric green eyes, willing me to take my pleasure from her wicked-hot body. And I fucked her harder and deeper, relaxing my core muscles and surrendering myself to blissful ecstasy in search of my own release.
As beautiful and as sexy as Naimh looked, the sight got even better when Belle joined in, first by ducking her head to nurse at one of the redhead’s swollen pink nipples and then the other. The impish pixie then crawled around to give the redhead a sultry kiss, both beautiful babes moaning into each other’s mouths and creating an aria of ecstasy that spurred me even further down the final stretch. And after relocating my hands down to my redheaded girlfriend’s hips, I hammered her a few final times before slamming down and groaning in rapturous release as I burst the dam and let my diluvial torrent of jism flood forth.
“HHHHNNNNGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!”
Naimh squeaked into Belle’s mouth at the force of that final thrust. My tumescent tool could feel the internal twitches of her trembling twat, a third orgasm sweeping through her body like a sudden tsunami. And as my swollen schlong splooged out shot after shot of scalding semen, she squealed and shuddered in sympathetic satisfaction.
And then I collapsed down onto Naimh’s chest.
Wiped out for the moment, I closed my eyes and braced my forehead on the mattress beside my lover’s head. My Irish lass cuddled me close with all four limbs, gasping for breath as if she’d just finished running a marathon. And Belle giggled as she pecked Naimh on the forehead before moving around to me, pecking my cheek and then turning my face to hers so she could give me a much sweeter kiss.
But only for a minute. After that, my little Annabelle gave me a pouty look and whined, “Hurry up and pull out. Matty’s Little Cumslut is hungry!”
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The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as I descended and would’ve alerted everyone in the house that I was coming. So as soon as I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Sam turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, “Morning, Matty!”
My girlfriend was smartly dressed for class in slacks and a crisp pastel pink blouse, with black ankle boots comfortable enough for walking around the campus while remaining dressier than one would expect from a typical college student. Her platinum-blonde hair was short and sleek in a medium-bob just above her shoulders, accented with dangling earrings. And her makeup perfectly highlighted her strikingly beautiful face.
The busty blonde bombshell gave me a beaming smile as she extended her arms to me for a hug. I gladly gave it to her, grabbing meaty handfuls of her ass and lifting her off the floor. She squealed delightedly and puckered up for a fierce kiss, and I didn’t set her back down onto her feet for what felt like an eternity of blissful peace.
That peace was rudely interrupted when my stomach started growling, making Sam giggle and start to push herself off of me. Only then did I set her back down, and she gestured with her chin out the door. “Have a seat. Brekkie will be done in a jiffy. Go grab some OJ.”
But rather than head out to the dining table, I sidled up behind the busty blonde and wrapped my arms around her from behind. “And what if I’m hungry for something other than ‘brekkie’?”
Sam cooed in my arms while glancing over her shoulder up and back at me. Her Aussie drawl got thicker as she purred, “You can’t be hard up already. I heard Neevie screaming her bloody head off not ten minutes ago.”
I was sure she had. The house had not been built for soundproofing. On the occasions when the girls messed around without me, I could hear every moan, whimper, and passionate groan floating through what seemed to be a hollow door. It wasn’t as if I was in the room with them or anything, but the sounds would still be obvious to anyone who cared to listen.
“I’m always ‘hard up’ for you,” I told her sincerely, and indeed I could feel a fresh chubby thickening as I ground my crotch against my girlfriend’s juicy bubble butt. Sliding my hands up, I cupped Sam’s dynamite Double-Ds in my palms and squeezed them gently while dipping my head to taste her neck. “I missed you last night.”
“Mattyyy…” she moaned, a crooning note of arousal in her voice mixed with regret. The schedule called for all four of us to bed down together on Friday nights and then let Sam have me all to herself on Saturday nights before letting the other two divvy up the five school nights. That meant that this morning was the first morning since Friday that Sam had NOT gotten to wake up in my arms, and I could feel her sense of longing.
“Mmm… want me to slip into you from behind right now?” I murmured, sliding my right hand around to her lower back and then dipping my hand beneath her waistband.
“Actually, I want you to pin my head against the cabinets and skullfuck the hell outta me,” she murmured almost beneath her breath, and if I hadn’t been rock-solid hard before, I definitely was fully engorged now.
But before we could make either idea into reality, Sam groaned and twisted to remove my iron bar cock from between the cleft of her asscheeks. She sighed, and I knew immediately that I wasn’t going to end up fucking her anytime soon.
But that was okay. Still holding my girlfriend from behind, I kissed her cheek reassuringly and then took a step back. “Sorry,” I apologized. “You looked so beautiful standing there, I couldn’t help myself.”
Turning to face me, Sam smirked as she scolded lightly, “You apologize too much, as if a girl needs any apology for her boyfriend finding her sexually attractive. I should start worrying the day you stop grabbing my arse, I think.”
“Never happen,” I assured her with a twinkle in my eyes.
She sighed again. “I missed you last night, too. I had a very difficult time falling asleep on my own. Only two nights in a row within your arms and I was getting spoiled.”
“I wouldn’t have minded making it three nights in a row.”
“We both know Belle and Neevie were happy to have you to themselves last night.”
“We both know they’d have been happy to share with you as well.”
“No, it was better this way. It’s only the first day of school, Matty. We made the schedule for a reason.”
“Well you made the schedule for a reason.”
“I did. I need to focus on my studies.”
“I know you do.” I held up a hand to forestall further comment. “I get it. Really, I do, and even if you think I apologize too much, I’ll say sorry again for making you think I don’t understand how important your career is to you. I do understand.”
“It’s not that I don’t love you.”
“I know you do.”
“I just can’t let love distract me more than it already does. If I’d gone to bed with the three of you last night, I would’ve woken up horny this morning and maybe it would’ve been me screaming my bloody head off instead of Neevie.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. Poor Belle would’ve had to slurp the creampie out of your sodden cunt instead of Neevie’s.”
Sam pursed her lips, rubbed her thighs together, and sighed. “Don’t be mean.”
“Sorry.”
“Again with the ‘sorrys’.” My Aussie girlfriend rolled her eyes at me with exasperated mirth. “I’d have been upstairs right now with the two of them, still getting dressed and putting my face on instead of having breakfast ready.”
“We’d have managed. Or we could’ve set an early alarm.”
Sam shook her head. “I’d have spent all morning floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic blissful pleasure, daydreaming about what it felt like to have your thickness filling me up to bursting, instead of paying attention to the lecture. Please don’t undermine my goals on the very first day of college.”
I held my hands up and then zipped my lips, signaling my silence.
“I’ll make it up to you this afternoon. I promise.”
“There’s nothing to ‘make up’,” I assured her. “In fact: I promise to make it up to you.”
Sam smiled warmly. “Looking forward to it. Seriously, though, I need to get to class. It’s clear across campus,” she continued in that mildly regretful tone. “So let me feed you all and get outta here, right?”
“Too right,” I replied, nodding my acceptance but unable to stop looking mournful about it.
“Don’t give me that look of disappointment,” she scolded again. “Not after you just rolled off two of my best friends.”
I laughed and shook my head. “I’ll forever be a little disappointed and miss you whenever you have to leave, but don’t feel bad about it. I can be patient. This afternoon, tomorrow, next week, whenever: I’ll always be waiting for you right here whenever you have time to come back to me.”
“I know you will, and it means the world to me.”
Smiling, I stepped forward to grab Sam’s tight ‘arse’ and give it another meaty squeeze while bending over to peck her lips lightly. And then I told her quite sincerely, “I love you. Never forget that.”
She softened immediately, warm brown eyes aglow. “I love you, too.”
****
Sam had just finished laying out ‘brekkie’ when Belle and Naimh arrived downstairs, freshly dressed with hair and makeup done and ready to start their days. Sam grabbed her side bag, waved goodbye to the girls, and then rushed out the door.
Naimh played footsie with me beneath the dining table while Belle reached over to rub my thigh, but neither girl tried to start up another sex session or anything. The three of us then grabbed our bags and left the house, walking together as we headed for campus.
The sidewalks were narrow so that only one girl could hold my hand and walk alongside me at a time. In certain places, one of us would even have to slide behind the other for a few steps. Without ever verbalizing such an agreement, Naimh had taken to holding my hand from the house until we reached the campus itself while Belle followed behind us. But when Naimh had to split off to the Biology buildings westward while Belle and I turned eastward towards Chemistry and Engineering, respectively, my redheaded girlfriend gave me a quick kiss and then bounced away while Belle happily slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained.
My little Annabelle was adorably cute today with her strawberry-blonde hair up in a Heidi braid. She wore a form-fitting white and silver t-shirt that would expose several inches of flat belly if she raised her arms and navy-blue shorts with the hems rolled up to be even shorter on her lithe legs. Knee-high socks and mismatched Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars, one in red and one in blue, finished off her teenybopper coed look.
We walked hand-in-hand through the verdant greenscapes of the campus, chatting about… whatever. Belle led the conversation, animatedly changing topics on a whim depending on whatever popped into her pretty little head, ranging from a bird that crossed our path to something funny Sam had said over the weekend to the latest celebrity gossip she knew I didn’t care about to a restaurant recommendation one of her classmates had suggested we try this coming weekend. She’d been leading randomly-shifting conversations like that for our entire lives since we’d been three-year-olds playing in her backyard. Even as we grew older and formed the BTC she’d do the same with each of the other girls - including the four special girls we used to have these conversations with but no longer. I found myself reminded of my dream about them this morning and started to feel melancholy again. Still, I made every effort to keep my attention on Belle, contributing perhaps thirty percent of the conversation to her seventy percent, just the way she liked it.
At least, I thought I’d been making every effort, at least until Belle dug her fingernails into my palm hard enough to make me yelp “Ow!” and glance over at her.
“Helllloooo…” Belle drawled, elongating out the word while giving me a wide-eyed, scolding look. “Where’d you go?”
“Huh?”
She squeezed my hand again, thankfully without digging in the nails this time. “You were daydreaming or something instead of listening to me. Lemme guess: thinking about a girl?”
I’d actually gotten distracted thinking about the four girls from my dream, so pursing my lips, I nodded in confirmation.
“Thinking about Sam?”
“No, actually.” I blinked and then frowned. “But did I detect a jealous tone in your voice just now?”
Belle snorted. “Jealous? No. I was going more for a sense of conspiratorial innuendo. After two nights in a row spent in each other’s arms but then spending last night apart, I just assumed you’d be suffering some withdrawal pangs and missing her right about now.”
I shrugged. “I knew what I was getting into when starting a relationship with her. Besides, I’m perfectly aware that I’ve got two other girlfriends. Neevie loves me with fervent passion, and you and I still--”
“I’m not your girlfriend, Matty,” Belle interrupted, her eyes narrowed reproachfully.
I sighed. “I know, I know. We agreed on that. But then every time we meet other people, you tell them that you ARE my girlfriend and--”
“I only use the term for other people as shorthand to avoid getting into pretzel discussions about my actual status in your life,” she interrupted again. “It’s not like I can go around telling people I’m your ‘little sister’. And it would take too long to explain, ‘I love him and we fuck like bunnies all the time and I want to spend as many nights as I can intimately cuddled up in his arms but we’re not romantic like that.’”
“We’re not?”
“We’re not,” Belle confirmed. “Sam’s your Head Girlfriend. She’s the one you fell in love with, the one you want to be most romantic with, the one you currently fantasize about spending the rest of your life with. You pine after her when you’re apart - like I assumed you were doing just now - and revel in those precious few moments when she carves time out of her busy schedule to be romantic with you.”
“That’s not to say that you don’t mean as--”
“This isn’t about me,” Belle cut me off. “We’ve had this discussion before, and I told you: I’m not jealous. If there’s anyone who might feel jealous of Sam, it’s Neevie.”
I sighed.
“Neevie’s also your romantic girlfriend, and it doesn’t hurt that she’s far more available to you than Sam. The only problem is, Neevie knows that you don’t love her as much a--”
“Can we not talk about Neevie right now?” It was my turn to interrupt. “I don’t really want to talk about Sam, either. My focus at the moment is on you.”
“Clearly it wasn’t on me, hence me having to pinch your palm with my fingernails a minute ago.” Belle smirked in a way that told me she wasn’t seriously upset.
“Well my focus is on you right now at least, because you did get my attention by pinching my palm.”
“Because you weren’t listening to me natter on about whatever stupid thing was floating through my brain that I can’t even remember right now because we got sidetracked and I forgot what I was talking about.”
“I’m sorry.”
Belle rolled her eyes. “Sam’s right: you really do apologize too much.”
“Force of habit after spending years and years as the BTC’s resident ‘nice guy’. (A) The six of you trained me well to always be cognizant of not making you mad at me, and (B) Don’t pretend that all you girls don’t love it when I apologize and make it clear how hard I try to not make you mad at me.”
The impish pixie blushed pink and tugged me by the hand a little closer to her. “We do love it.” And then she beamed up at me with an expression that clearly invited a kiss, one that I was happy to give her.
Up on her tiptoes to close the foot-long gap in height between us, Belle was smiling as she dropped back down to her heels. “Bottom line: I’m gonna keep telling the world that I’m your girlfriend so that boys will back off and everyone else won’t pester us seeking clarification about our relationship status. But at the end of the day, I just wanna be ‘your Annabelle’, alright?”
I nodded. “Alright.”
“That’s all I’ve ever really wanted: a permanent place by your side. I don’t need to go out on romantic dates with you; I’d rather wait up for you at home and have you come complain to me about your romantic foibles with the other girls, you know? I want to be… I suppose… I want to be your new ‘Alice’.”
“‘Alice’?” I arched both eyebrows in surprise. “What happened to wanting to be my ‘Annabelle’?”
Belle blushed. “It’s not that I want to become Alice or anything. It’s just…” Belle’s pale-green eyes drifted to the side as she lost herself in thought and took a deep breath, but she didn’t immediately continue.
I waited her out, still holding her hand. We were next to a long section of asphalt-paved walkway between buildings, having stepped onto the grass rather than impede the other students’ flow of traffic. Nobody paid us any attention, too busy getting wherever they needed to go.
Belle finally brought her attention back to me, saying softly, “When I look back, the happiest time of my life was when you took me for granted - when you trusted me implicitly and felt safe and secure enough in our relationship to tell me anything. But then I turned psycho, you lost that trust in me, and you wound up confiding in Alice instead.”
I shrugged, unable to refute any of her words.
“So that’s my goal right now: to earn back your trust. To get back the metaphorical key to your house again, you know? The term ‘girlfriend’ to me is meaningless. I know you love me and always will. It’s your trust I want back.”
I wanted to tell Belle that I trusted her.
But I couldn’t.
Not yet.
And she knew I couldn’t.
But -I- knew that the longer I remained silent, the more anxious she got, so I finally hedged, “We’re getting there… We’re getting there.”
“I know we are,” she said with a hopeful smile.
I gave her a brave smile as well, and then with my free hand I checked my watch. “C’mon. Let’s get to class.”
Belle nodded and squeezed my hand. But right after we stepped onto the path and started walking again, she came to an abrupt stop. “Waitaminute: I asked if you were thinking about a girl and you said ‘yes’.”
“I was,” I confirmed. “I was thinking about four girls, in fact: Alice, Mari, Zofi, and Holly. I was wishing they were all here with us.”
“You and me both, Matty. You and me both.”
****
After meeting up at the same table with the same group of friends twice a day every school day for the past four years, the hardest part of transitioning to college for me was having my closest friends scattered all across campus with disparate schedules that made it practically impossible to coordinate regular on-campus meetups.
At least, it was practically impossible to coordinate all four of us. Two of us? That was much more feasible, and so it was no surprise to me when I walked out of my Monday morning class to find the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen waiting for me right outside.
“Hey, Matty!” my freckled redheaded girlfriend greeted brightly as she bounced up to me.
We’d planned on meeting up for lunch after class, and I opened my arms to her in happy welcome for her hug, followed by a fierce kiss. Naimh practically dry-humped my leg while clutching my shoulders and moaning into my mouth, quite clearly in heat. I assumed (correctly) that other students were shooting jealous stares in our direction at the moment. Unlike in high school where everybody knew us and they all just sorta got used to us after a while, we were surrounded by total strangers who had no idea who we were. And I didn’t particularly want to establish an unsavory reputation with my classmates right from the jump.
So after only a few seconds of making out, I tugged down on my randy Irish redhead’s shoulders and got her to separate from me. I glanced around in mild embarrassment and caught a few smirks and head-shakes from those around us. Naimh, on the other hand, only had eyes for me, and she pouted prettily while sliding both of her hands into mine.
“Wanna find an empty classroom and bend me over a desk?” she asked in a low growling purr that wasn’t quite discreet.
“Let’s get some lunch, huh?” I asked seriously.
She pouted again but waggled her head as if to say ‘whatever’, still holding onto my left hand. I started walking, and she wrapped herself around my arm, a picture-perfect lovey-dovey adoring girlfriend.
“What are you hungry for: Bongo Burger? La Val’s? Northside?” she asked as we headed northward towards Hearst Ave. She squeezed me tightly and giggled before finishing, “Soaking-wet redhead pussy?”
I chuckled. “I filled your soaking-wet redhead pussy this morning.”
“That was hours ago, and I’m almost positive you haven’t gotten off since then. By this time yesterday, we’d made you cum at least three or four times. You must be terribly backed up by now!”
“I’m fine, really. After enduring an Engineering lecture that was drier than the Sahara, I’m not really in the mood anyways.”
Tugging me to a stop, Naimh purred as she got up on her tiptoes and nipped at my ear. “Leave it to me to improve your mood. I’m told I’m quite good at it.”
“You are, you are. You’re improving my mood right now.”
“I think I could improve your mood even better if we found a quiet corner and you let me unzip you. Fuck, Matty, I wahn fee’yur fat cock strechen’ mah throat ri’now. Cahn we? Cahn we? I wahn grab yur’ass an’ tug’t forwah so I’kin feel ev’ralast inch’a you--”
“Neevie, Neevie,” I urged, tugging her hand to get us walking again. “If you’re horny I promise I’ll make it up to you later. But seriously, I’m hungry. Besides, aren’t we supposed to be doing a better job of making sure our relationship isn’t based on sex?”
Well THAT shut up Naimh faster than anything else I could’ve said. My words were a bucket of ice water on the flames of her arousal and I couldn’t have shocked her more even if I’d literally dumped a bucket of ice water over her head. She stopped dead in her tracks and gaped her mouth open at me.
I recognized immediately that I’d hurt her, and I took a deep breath, apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I love that you’re a little hornball - and I consider myself the luckiest man in the world that you’re my little hornball, always wet and ready to go at the drop of a hat - but you’re quite honestly dealing with a teenage boy with an empty stomach who can smell fatty foods from here. I’m hungry. For food. I didn’t mean anything more than that.”
My girlfriend was flushed - not with arousal, but with anger. Her legendary Irish temper was about to come to the fore, so I quickly closed the gap between us to hug her tightly.
“I mean it. At any other time, I would’ve been perfectly happy to take you into an empty classroom and bend you over a desk. But my stomach is--”
My belly [GROWLED] right on cue, and Naimh immediately burst into laughter.
“Did you make it do that on purpose?” she asked skeptically.
“No! Not at all. Thing has a mind of its own.”
“Then you have two things that have a mind of their own. Three minds in one body: must be very confusing.”
“You have NO idea.”
She sighed and squeezed my midsection. “I have some idea. One mind thinks about sex all the time. But then the big brain up here knows there’s a bigger picture to think about. In a way, it feels like things aren’t so different for me compared to when I first joined the BTC: I have these impulses that make me wanna just… mount you, but I have to temper them with reason.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Well, not exactly the same. Back then, you wouldn’t have been complaining that your last orgasm with me was a few hours ago.”
She giggled. “I wasn’t complaining. I just… I can’t help myself. The mere sight of you puts a fire in my loins that can only be quenched with your massively long dick that touches me in places I’ve never felt before. I felt these urges back then but had to hold myself back for the greater good.”
“I’m not asking you to hold back your urges,” I told her sincerely. “This isn’t high school anymore. ‘The Rule’ doesn’t exist anymore. You’re my girlfriend now, which means you’re allowed to be a little hornball craving to feel my dick touch you in places only I can reach.”
“Deep in my sacred core.”
I chuckled. “Yes, there too. If I wasn’t starving at this very second, I’d have been perfectly willing to go hunt down an empty classroom or a janitor’s closet or do whatever we needed to do to find a safe space to help you get your cookies. Hell, maybe I should park the van in the La Loma Parking Structure during the week just for nooners.”
“Oooh, there’s an idea.”
“But I want you to listen to me when I’m trying to tell you something, alright? Being my girlfriend means more than just fucking my brains out all day every day.”
Naimh frowned, her expression one of utter puzzlement as if the idea I had stated made absolutely zero sense to her. But a moment later she broke into a grin. “I’m not completely daft. I know what you’re trying to say, and I agree with you. I wanna be more than just a perfect sex doll for you. So I’ll tell you what: let’s stop talking and start walking instead, hmm? We’re gonna head down the road there, pick a restaurant, and spend some quality time talking and nuzzling noses and filling our bellies with food that’ll satisfy our every carnal craving.”
I smirked. “Well, not every carnal craving.”
My personal freckled redhead grinned and squeezed my arm. Her voice dropped to that low purr again as she added, “And then after lunch, we’re gonna find an empty classroom and satisfy our other carnal cravings.”
I smiled and bent to kiss her. “Sounds like a plan.”
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Bluedragonauthor
That's me trying to get Sam to sound Aussie.
Argo Snuffy
Spellcheck: 'idear' in this paragraph: “Charlie, hey, how are you?” Sam replied in a friendly tone. She let go of me and opened her arms, and the big guy stepped over to give her a strong but chaste hug. After he took a step back, she looked up at him and remarked, “You told me this was going to be a big party, but I had no idear.”
Jonathan Graham
Given certain references made in the first BTC story, it's likely that the BTC's senior year of high school was either the 1998-99 or 1999-2000 school year, so that this story should be taking place in the following school year.
Bluedragonauthor
The jerked awake thing has become the equivalent of a meme at this point for me. But even so, I feel like that opening paragraph has become a definitive way for readers to immediately get into the zone of, "Yeah, I'm reading a -b.d.- story right now." Is it overused? Well, yeah. But there are often subtle differences depending on the girl in question that astute readers can look for. If you are referring to other paragraphs used throughout the story, I love using callbacks to previous events to enhance the sense of remembrance and tie themes together. It's actually often harder to integrate old paragraphs into new scenes rather than just write a brand-new paragraph from scratch. It takes researching the old scene for flavor and then incorporating that into a new scene.
Jimmyjeffjuniour
Stop reusing the same paragraphs, it makes you just look lazy and it starts ruining the stories when you reuse so many of them. I thought this with ASL2 as well
cpip
They pass through Berkeley, I mean. Sure, they don't necessarily cross as cleanly as Book of David crosses with OSL crosses with Billionaire, or Sorority and the Twins in San Francisco -- and there's probably other links I've forgotten -- but there's definitely a B.D. Literary Universe that many of these characters share.
ToneBeex24
I don't think they'll intersect. BTC could be same age as Brandi and Dayna. Same year.
cpip
Ah. I think I missed the time differences, thanks. Has someone laid out the chronology of the stories which all intersect?
ToneBeex24
BTC is in the house a few years before Ben moved in.
cpip
So, am I right in the assumption that the Berkeley BTC has inherited Ben's place? The description of the house sounds rather familiar.
Bluedragonauthor
(A) Long before Patreon, feedback (both positive and negative) was my only payment for my stories and I'll still be posting ASL2 and BTC2 online for everyone to enjoy. So I'm grateful you're willing to take the time to write these relatively lengthy comments to my chapters, because it tells me you're passionate and I'm rather proud I can make a reader passionate about anything. This is why I'm very active in engaging with my readers on Discord and even taking the time to reply to this. (B) I consider myself a pretty good basketball player with an all-around game and I love playing point guard and getting cool assists over easy layups. But I consider myself a hobbyist writer and not a serious novelist and honestly don't have the time to really read the works of other writers or focus on honing my craft. I openly admit I write for fun and don't really want to stress myself out, because between my day job and family and my autistic kid, I get plenty of stress already. So I write what I enjoy which means lots of sex and making my female characters dynamic and awesome while my male characters (across my stories) mostly remain amorphous versions of myself to be walking dicks so I can vicariously fuck my female characters. (C) I write sex stories, but I do *try* to justify the male fantasy harem lifestyle with quasi-realistic explanations and motivations because it makes my characters feel more human, and the more human and real they feel, the better the sex scenes are when I have them. Making love to Adrienne and Dawn is just so much better than railing anonymous Tri-Delt #17 up the ass, although there's definitely an audience who just wants fresh meat and for Ben to rack up his numbers higher and higher (Spoiler alert: BTC 2.0 isn't that kind of story, so be prepared for the slow burn if you're sticking around). (D) I'm not asking you to "just enjoy the dumb content and not have expectations". I'm suggesting that if you've read enough of my work by now, you should know what I'm about and have *realistic* expectations of what I'm going to deliver. If you've spent the past year reading ASL2 as the equivalent of eating a McDonald's Big Mac every week, I think it would be unrealistic to expect a Morton's Steakhouse prime rib when you start my next story. I am well-aware that writing more than a million words of ASL2 week-to-week trying to churn out two chapters a week to satisfy my patrons' need for new content - instead of writing a complete story like I usually do with zero time pressure - resulted in a meandering narrative with circular arguments that went nowhere. That's the nature of a first draft done under pressure with no time to edit or significantly revise earlier chapters. (E) Finally, the line: "If you DO want to do that stuff, do it better." is just rude, dude. Maybe you think it's a fair criticism, and I agree there's room to do better. But your overall tone and attitude come off as exceptionally entitled. I've got a thick skin and I'm used to getting vitriolic feedback. I get hate mail from readers ALL THE TIME. Yours is just more detailed and has much better grammar, so thanks for that. But at the end of the day, I'm just trying to give you fair warning that I'm gonna keep writing what makes me happy. I always try to incorporate feedback as I move forward, but by now you should know what's my style, know that I'm gonna overuse the "jerked awake" scene, know that I'll have a shit-ton of alliterations, know that I'll have circular arguments, and overall know what to reasonably expect from my future work. -b.d.-
ToneBeex24
Why don't you find something else to read? There are other stories and content out there. Since BD isn't giving you what you want out of these stories.. Follow your own advice and get off the pot.
Uppercase
Well, I wasn't trying to extrapolate about you, just saying what the stories, in comparison to one another, sound like when they can blend together in a blur, because they are so indistinct. Actually, the fact that you only felt the need to correct the Asian thing is kind of scary. Are we supposed to be reading a b.d. story, or a story about Matty or Ben or whomever? What exactly is the appeal of knowing that datum, especially, as you say, you're writing sex stories. It's like getting the cameraman involved in a porn film. I am not exactly impressed with Sam Raimi's car or Tarantino's face being inserted into all their works either. I would also question whether or not you are good at three pointers. You certainly seem to be conceding that you are not good at basketball in general. Maybe try to develop your all-round game a bit? You say you write sex stories, so okay. That goes with your disclaimer about no STDs, it explains the conceit that so many girls fall for one guy. But why do Sex Stories, a genre you claim gives you license to dispense with all sorts of things that detract from the enjoyment of the sex, require realistic explanations and justifications of the motives? Why give so much attention to the sort of really awful behaviors and consequences that make these kind of stories impossible in real life? What part of the sexual motivation is gratified by an argument that your heroes are not racist for never settling down with the nice Asian girl and pursuing the big-breasted blonde? Or the Dawn/Belle/Amber-pocalypse? Do you honestly think the sex part of the stories are made more enjoyable by being yanked out of the narrative by six words in a row all beginning with the same letter, sometimes at the expense of clarity or expression? If you're not a novelist and have no aspirations in that regard, don't drag us down with tedious relationship discussions that don't really mean anything, because a chapter or two later the status quo will change again, according to some whim, regardless of what was decided in the discussion. If you DO want to do that stuff, do it better. "Just enjoy the dumb content, don't have expectations" is one of the worst counter-arguments out there. It is an argument for accepting the premise of the story that is wildly unrealistic or might be offensive in real life. It's an excuse for WHAT you show, not HOW you show it. And I think you know that. That's why you have these endless circular arguments, because you don't take your own advice, and you feel you need to justify your protagonist (self-insert character?) having so many partners, or ones so far out of his league or so accommodating to him. It's like making a porn film a trial scene that devolves into the lawyer servicing the jury to get the verdict she wants...but you make the actress intern in a law firm for six months for realism. Or put us through a Better Call Saul montage of her doing paperwork, in order to justify her being in the courtroom in the first place. There is a type of story where the relationship talks, the justifications and rationalizations belong. A type you have claimed, more than once, that you are not writing that. Shit or get off the pot, buddy.
Bluedragonauthor
(A) I'm Asian, so you should correctly say I have a blonde-fetish instead of an Asian-fetish. (B) I'm trying to entertain myself and I enjoy writing what I write about. Mostly a nice-guy protagonist surrounded by really hot girls with big tits. (C) I LOVE the [insert -b.d.- blowjob jerked awake] bit. Is it overused? Sure, probably. But there's nothing else that immediately tells the reader, "Yeah, you're reading a -b.d.- story now, dude." Would it be appropriate to say I have a certain male harem fantasy story type that's my wheelhouse? Sure, why not. If I'm good at shooting 3-pointers, I'm gonna shoot a lot of 3-pointers. I make no pretense at being a serious novelist. This is a hobby away from my full-time day job. Reading my stories should be a hobby as well, and if you're not enjoying yourself, by all means you're welcome to seek out other entertainment. But if you do stick around, I strongly recommend you don't take it so seriously and enjoy it for the popcorn entertainment it really is. I write sex stories, man. Cheers, -b.d.-
Uppercase
I defy anyone to tell me a substantive difference between Belle and Dawn Evans from OSL/ASL series, without citing physical appearance. For that matter, how much real difference in personality is there between David, Ben and Matty, without citing their occupations? There's not a whole to separate Sam from Amber, either. That's actually a PROBLEM with the writing. If you want to maintain the narrative conceit that these are the individual stories of three different ... men ... (for lack of a better for such immature, prone to tears and self-centered persons) there should be some difference in how they are written. They should not all have the same style of describing things, the same attitudes toward relationships and even using the same gimmicks, like the alliterative descriptions of sex or the same recurring until it's beaten to death (and then some) blow-job wakeup gag. If all the narrator protagonists are written the exact same way, it breaks the reader immersion and makes it difficult to accept the premise that one is the story of a finance guy in his 20s and the other a teenage student, rather than both being the fantasies of a middle aged San Franciscan who has trouble reconciling his Asian fetish with his attraction to tall, large-breasted, light-complexioned women, and abuses in his thesaurus app. When two different main characters have a female best friend / sexual partner from childhood, who is described as being like his family, with a propensity for lying about her feelings until she has a near-psychotic meltdown because she is not getting what she always insisted she does not need or want, and in the "good" times, physically abuses him for not paying attention to her or what she thinks he should be interested in - can you really say the author is even trying?
Wookey
I love this story.
