bluedragonauthor
patreon
VIP-BTC2: Chapter 48
🕑 Added 2023-03-12 19:01:00 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 48: Groupies --
****
I thrust forward one final time, grunting my orgasm into my Head Girlfriend’s ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. She dug her heels into my naked ass, tightening her arms around my back to pull me deeper as she felt the cum flowing out of my body to crash against her insides like waves cresting on the beach. The first wave would start receding only to be met by the second coming forth, and both our bodies twitched and humped together as I finished filling her up with my jism.
I collapsed, my limp body crushing her chest while she wrapped all four limbs around me to feel my heavy weight press her down.
And then she repeated what she’d told me this morning before we’d started making love.
“You belong to ME, Matty. You’re MINE,” Naimh insisted with heartfelt dedication. “And I won’t settle for anything less.”
“And you belong to me,” I murmured into her ear just before kissing it gently. “Mine.”
“I’m yours… Forever yours…”
“For all eternity,” I growled, grinding my pelvic bone down to try and cram myself just a fraction of an inch deeper into Naimh’s saturated snatch. And she helped me out by clamping her arms and legs around me as well.
When my personal Irish redhead’s limbs finally relaxed, she sighed a dreamy sigh of contentment that spoke volumes more than simple orgasmic satisfaction. She wanted to be mine, our roots intertwined for all eternity, and I told myself to remember that she would need some reassurance of that every now and again.
For all her amazing qualities, Naimh had always felt a little bit insecure. I really would need to focus on doing anything I could do to help her feel more secure in our relationship, and I reminded her that she could best help me out by ‘squeaking up’ every now and again as well.
So we stayed interconnected like that for a long while, lightly kissing and nuzzling noses and whispering sweet little endearments. She beamed up at me once and muttered a cute, ‘squeak-squeak’, which earned her a brand-new makeout session. When she started to show signs of discomfort from keeping my heavy weight on top of her for so long, I supported myself on my knees and elbows while keeping my semi-hard schlong still embedded inside her. And it was only when she finally took a deep breath and silently tapped my shoulders twice that I finally withdrew and rolled over onto my back.
By then the dim echoes of a house full of people starting to wake up had started to filter through the bedroom door. The creaking of floorboards in the hallway told me that someone had gone into the upstairs bathroom. And I thought I could hear the droning whine of the range hood venting away oily air in the kitchen.
Naimh cocked her ears for a moment, sighed, and then leaned over to give me a peck before sitting up straight. I ogled her naked body rather wolfishly, my eyes ardently expressing my continuing desire for her even though I’d already blown my wad. She smiled appreciatively while I traced the pattern of her freckles up and down and all around. And when she crossed her arms over her breasts to hug herself and then turned her back to me, removing paradise from view, I pouted like a wounded puppy.
She gave me a coy look over her shoulder and turned back to face me, flinging her arms out to the sides while cheering, “Peekaboo!”
I cheered happily and promptly tackled her, burying my face between her boobs and gnawing on her nipples with my lips (and just a little bit of teeth) before kissing my way up her chest to start up another snogging session.
But eventually it was time for us to get up, get dressed, and get on with our day. True, it was still the weekend; but we all had Finals coming up. Naimh and I both finally rolled out of bed. And although I was blessed with a Y-chromosome, rather than get myself cleaned up and out the door first, I stayed with Naimh until she was ready to head downstairs with me together.
Sam was in front of the gas range making brekkie, scantily clad in nothing but one of my t-shirts that just barely managed to stretch around her expansive bosom and rode high enough in the back to expose some serious butt-cleavage. She turned to smile at us in greeting. “Good morning! How are you both feeling?”
Naimh smirked and replied merrily, “Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!”
Sam grinned and looked at me. “I’ll take that to mean you two patched things up?”
“Nothin’ to patch up,” Naimh replied affably while hugging herself against my side.
“Well, I dunno ‘bout that,” I drawled while squeezing my Head Girlfriend close. “But I think we both feel better this morning than we did last night.”
Naimh nodded her agreement. “We had a productive conversation.”
“And then Matty fucked your brains out,” Sam drawled.
“And then Matty fucked me brains out,” Naimh confirmed as she slipped out of my grasp and went to take the spatula away from Sam. “I’m good now, so… Tag! You’re it!” She emphasized the last by slapping Sam’s butt and then practically shoving the blonde in my direction.
Sam stumbled into my arms, and although I happily hugged her, my stomach growled on cue.
“I changed me mind,” Naimh laughed while gesturing with the spatula. “You two can talk after we’ve fed the beast.”
I immediately groaned. “Feeding the beast, great. But after that, more talking?”
“Price you pay for dating more’n one girl,” Naimh remarked dryly.
“I’m with Matty on this,” Sam sighed wearily. “More talking? I think he and I were pretty much on the same page last night. It was you we were both worried about.”
“Yeah, you two keep tellin’ yourselves that. But as Head Girlfriend, I’m decreeing that you two need to try again and actually tell the truth this time, yeah?” Naimh gave us both a scolding look, and when I opened my mouth to start defending myself, the redhead waggled the spatula reproachfully. “Squeak-squeak.”
I merely chuckled while Sam looked perplexed, quoting, “‘Squeak-squeak’?”
“Matty’ll explain.” Naimh grinned, adding, “And then you get to have him fuck your brains out.”
Sam snickered and hugged herself against my side. “Okay fine. After we eat.”
****
While Naimh’s Irish constitution apparently rendered her immune to hangovers, the rest of the girls in the house weren’t so lucky. I learned that Sam and Belle had spent the night together in Belle’s room, and when Belle came downstairs all groggy and hungover, it was clear she was still suffering the aftereffects of all the cocktails she’d consumed (multiplied by 1.5 scaled up for a normal girl’s body weight, of course). Isabela and Luna had spent the night in Naimh’s room. Luna hadn’t done as much drinking as the others, but she was still pretty bleary-eyed. Isabela was probably the best off, mustering up a sunny smile and proclaiming that the best part of being in a group like The BTC was that she could show her face the next morning with no makeup and hungover without feeling self-conscious about it.
Eva, on the other hand, was still asleep after crashing in Sam’s bedroom alone. I wolfed down my breakfast and then ate a second plate’s worth as well (I needed to replace a lot of calories after last night’s orgy). And although I was content to wallow in my chair at the dining table patting my well-filled belly, Naimh nudged my arm and suggested I go check in on the still-slumbering hapa girl.
“We all know yours is the face she’ll want to see first thing after a night like last night,” my Head Girlfriend advised sagely.
I nodded, covered my mouth just in time to cover a burp, and then pushed my chair back. I silently padded over to Sam’s closed bedroom door, tested the knob to make sure it was unlocked, and then quietly cracked open the door to peek inside.
Eva was still asleep on her side, her left arm beneath the pillow, her right palm flat on the mattress in front of her face, and her right leg bent at the knee. I smiled at the peaceful expression on her face and then slipped into the room, taking care to close the door quietly behind me before the sounds of the girls outside woke her up. Even with the door closed I could still hear them, but at least the sounds were muffled background noise instead of anything that would disturb Eva’s slumber.
I silently raised the bedcovers and slipped into a spooning position behind the leggy, raven-haired beauty. She’d come prepared to crash overnight and was dressed in a casual sleep shirt and pajama pants. And I wrapped her up in my right arm as if she were my personal teddy bear while propping myself up on my left elbow so I could gaze down at her pretty face.
Eva shifted slightly in her sleep at my unexpected presence, stiffening just a bit as her eyebrows furrowed. But a moment later, she hummed rather happily and raised her right arm to trap my right arm against her chest, hugging it like it was her personal teddy bear. Her eyebrows relaxed. The corners of her lips curled upwards a bit. But her smile soon faded away once more as her breathing slowed and steadied and her lips slacked back to a neutral position of peaceful slumber within my safe and loving embrace.
I very nearly fell asleep again myself. I obviously loved cuddling with the girls, and I felt comfortable enough doing so to remain spooned up behind one girl or another all night without needing to roll the other way or anything like that. But I felt slightly different emotions when doing so with each of the different girls.
Naimh was my Head Girlfriend and primary partner, and even in the non-sexual moments I couldn’t help but feel raw carnal lust for the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. I felt like I was always on the verge of popping a woody to hot-dog within her buns, and my hands were drawn to her breasts like magnets. Even after cumming gallons and completely emptying my balls, nestling up to her incredible body always made me feel like my balls could manufacture just one more round.
Belle would forever be my “little sister”, and I always surrounded her tiny body within the shield of my larger bulk so that “big brother” would always protect her from the world.
Sam, I had come to miss whenever she was gone, and I really did treasure every moment she spent in my arms as precious crumbs I needed to savor, just like Naimh had said. Spooning with my Aphrodite was close to heaven, and I wished I could remain in that blissful state of tranquility forever.
I actually couldn’t remember cuddling in my sleep with Isabela, even after our chera conversation. The few times she’d spent the night in my bed, she’d done so mostly with me spooned up behind Belle (or that first night I’d spent cuddled with Eva as my teddy bear). So I really didn’t have any established set of emotions to think about.
Then there was Eva.
What we shared wasn’t love: of that she’d gone out of her way to make clear. Yet I couldn’t say I entirely agreed with her. The last time I’d been in this position: spooned up behind the aloof hapa Hawaiian girl as she slept, had been the morning after the full story of what had happened between her and Kai had finally come out. I could still remember the way she’d cried herself to sleep on my shoulder. I could still remember the unexpected warmth of her unexpectedly brown irises when she stared at me with a complex mixture of hope, passion, and… well… love.
And then we’d made love.
Like I said: Eva had gone out of her way to make clear that she wasn’t in love with me. She said she knew what real love was, and that what we shared wasn’t it. I didn’t necessarily disagree with her, but nor could I say I agreed. We weren’t “just friends”, but she wasn’t one of my official girlfriends. We were lovers, but both of us insisted there weren’t any romantic feelings between us. Our relationship was, in a word: complicated.
I didn’t love her in the way that I loved Naimh, Belle, or Sam.
But I still loved to hold her just like this in a way I’d never felt remotely tempted to do with Isabela.
I didn’t feel a need to spend more overnights one-on-one with her at the expense of overnights spent with one of my three official girlfriends.
But I still found myself yearning to have Eva open her eyes in the morning and look at me much the same way she’d looked at me that same way as before.
In my heart: Eva was officially BTC.
Forever.
As much as my girlfriends were. As much as Alice, Mari, Holly, or Zofi.
Forever.
She would be one of the most important people in the entire world to me.
Forever.
And I suddenly found myself with a deep-rooted need to make sure Eva understood that.
But that need would have to get fulfilled later on. For now, I wanted to let her sleep. She’d had a long night full of drinking and physical exertion. So had I. Well, I hadn’t been drinking, but the physical exertion part was definitely true.
So I set my head down on the pillow just behind hers. Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her jet-black hair and smell her sweet fragrance. I exhaled slowly, quieting my mind from all my pondering and idle thoughts. Instead, I let myself soak in the warm and fuzzy feelings I felt from holding my personal teddy bear in my arms…
… and feeling her hold onto my arm.
And then I slept.
****
Nothing tickled my balls, and I didn’t jerk awake.
No stray beam of sunlight woke me up.
Rather, it was a combination of different things that stirred me from my slumber: the slightly different support of Sam’s bed and pillows, the warm midday illumination in the room, and especially the sounds of feet trying (unsuccessfully) to silently pad across the hardwood.
When my eyelids opened, I found myself a little disoriented in the unfamiliar confines of Sam’s bedroom, and the only slightly-more-familiar feeling of being spooned up around Eva. She continued to hold my arm against her chest like it was her personal teddy bear, still lost in the world of unconsciousness for now.
I said before that I felt slightly different emotions when waking up spooned behind each of the different girls: carnal lust for Naimh, big brother protectiveness for Belle, and enjoy-it-while-I-can bliss with Sam. This morning I felt a mixture of all three for Eva. Despite the previous night’s physical exertions (AND this morning’s), I felt carnal lust with a throbbing morning wood that tented my pajama pants and nestled into the crack of Eva’s buns. I felt an instinctive need to protect Eva against a world that had wronged her. And I felt the need to enjoy this quietly intimate moment for as long as I could before the aloof, often emotionally closed-off girl took a step back to re-state her insistence that what she felt for me wasn’t love.
Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t be able to quietly enjoy the moment forever, on account of the owner of those (almost) silently padding feet. I turned my head slightly towards the footsteps and then smiled sleepily at the buxom blonde tiptoeing around her own bedroom, still scantily clad in my t-shirt that just barely managed to stretch around her expansive bosom and rode high enough in the back to expose some serious butt-cleavage.
Sam froze in place and winced with an apologetic look for waking me. I tried to give her a reassuring smile and gesture for her to continue – most likely to fetch some new clothes from her dresser. But in my drowsiness, I’d momentarily forgotten that Eva held my right arm like it was her personal teddy bear, and I unfortunately jostled her a bit.
Then it was my turn to freeze and wince with an apologetic look for waking Eva up as she turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder. But rather than be upset, the lovely hapa beauty gazed back at me with warm, contact-free, open brown irises. And she favored me with a genuinely happy smile that seemed to cross her lips only on rare occasions.
I felt a distinct urge to kiss her, and she seemed similarly inclined as she twisted in my embrace to turn and face me. But just as she started to do so, she grimaced in obvious pain and then raised a hand to her left temple, pressing on it as if she could physically mute the throbbing in her head. I was immediately reminded of the last time we’d all gone to Lincoln’s house for a party and Eva had woken up with one helluva hangover, and any feelings of carnal lust immediately vanished.
“You okay?” I asked with obvious concern, keeping my volume down so as not to aggravate her headache.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered quietly as she turned to face forward. And a moment later, she stiffened in surprise and muttered, “Sam!”
“Sorry…” the blonde muttered. “Didn’t mean to wake you guys.”
“It’s your room,” I stated diplomatically.
“Yeah, thanks for letting me crash here,” Eva added, still rubbing her temple. “Good lord I drank too much. You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson after last time.”
I chuckled. “Would’ve learned that you can’t quite keep up with Neevie?”
“None of us can keep up with Neevie,” Sam laughed lightly as she sat down on the side of the bed. “Although we ALL certainly seemed to be trying last night.”
“Certainly seemed that way to me,” I conceded while giving Eva’s shoulder a rub, teasing lightly, “Though all the other girls are already up and about while you’re in here squeezing your head.”
Eva gave me a wry grin and observed, “You think I went a little overboard last night.”
“I think you were enjoying yourself,” I said with a shrug. “So what if you went a little overboard? You did so within the safety of our house, and so long as I keep getting to hold you in my arms every time you get wasted drunk and have a hangover the next day, I’ll call that a ‘win’ in my book.”
Eva chuckled, which unfortunately made her wince and grab her temples again with one hand: the tip of her thumb on one side and the tip of her middle finger on the other.
“You are happier when you’re drunk,” Sam noted encouragingly. “Freer. More relaxed. Not that I want you to turn into an alcoholic needing the crutch or anything like that. But when we were all at home together safe and sound, there’s no real reason NOT to cut loose and enjoy yourself.”
“I suppose I do feel happier when I’m drunk. I get out of my own head and just enjoy myself rather than think too hard about what I’m doing or what it necessarily means.” Eva glanced up at me and added softly, “For example: I let myself enjoy sexual pleasure and stop worrying about whether or not what I’m doing makes me a lesbian.”
My eyes sharpened as I looked down at her. “Wait, you worry about being a lesbian?”
Eva waggled her head, which unfortunately made her headache come back again, and she had to press down on her temple again, grumbling, “Ugh. Bad idea: moving my head too fast.”
Sam grabbed a little bottle of ibuprofen from her desk drawer and poured out two pills. “Here. Swallow these.”
Wincing, Eva accepted the pills, popped them into her mouth, and swallowed them dry.
Sam gave her a maternal look. “Why don’t I get you some hot tea with honey or something?”
“No, no. It’s alright.” Eva waved her off, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to soothe away her pain.
Sam and I waited her out, letting her rub her temple while I stroked her spine. Sam sat back down. And eventually, Eva started to relax again.
“Clearly I’m not a lesbian,” Eva began, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “I love feeling you pound me with your big dick too much to ever worry about that. Still, I grew up being taught that girls aren’t supposed to have sex with other girls.”
“Really?” I queried. “Lily told me that gays and lesbians were widely accepted in the islands. She gave me a little history lesson about aikane.”
“Well yeah, the islands are pretty chill about the whole LGBT thing,” Eva conceded. “But I was born in Japan and my dad is really conservative.”
“Really?” My eyebrows popped. “I didn’t know that.”
Eva nodded with a wince. “He would freak the fuck OUT if he found out I was having sex with other girls.”
Sam smirked. “Well then, I won’t tell him we’re banging if you won’t.”
“I won’t tell him we’re banging either,” I added. “Male or not.”
“Actually…” Eva took a deep breath and then started to sit up. She released my right arm and I pulled back from her, giving her room to sit upright and draw her knees up to her chest so that she could hug them.
I likewise sat up, although I shifted myself back into a reclining position against the headboard. And Sam remained seated at the side of the bed with one foot on the floor.
Eva pivoted so that I was on one side and Sam was on the other, and she specifically gave me a rueful look. “My dad already knows you and I are banging. I suppose now would be a good time to let you know that I told him you’re my boyfriend.”
My eyebrows popped, but I’d been through this drill enough times already to just go with it and nod. “Oh, cool.”
Eva blinked in surprise. “‘Oh, cool’?”
I arched an eyebrow. “Were you expecting me to be upset or something?”
“I’m not sure what I was expecting, except that it wasn’t, ‘Oh, cool’.”
“Do you want me to be your boyfriend? Like… for real?”
“What? No. I just said that for my dad.” Eva immediately winced and held her head for a moment before sighing. And with her eyes still closed, she raised her hand palm-out and muttered, “I told you before I didn’t want us to be… official… like that.”
“You did, but I wanted to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind.”
“Wait, do YOU want me to be an official girlfriend?”
“I…” My voice trailed off as I collected my thoughts to properly word my answer. This certainly felt like one of those trap questions girls always manage to come up with where the answers ‘Yes’ and ‘No’ would both be taken as criminal offenses.
And when I looked at Sam, the blonde merely shrugged and gave me a look that plainly told me, ‘You’re on your own.’
I took a deep breath. Only once I felt settled did I state reasonably, “It should come as no surprise to you that I’m rather flexible on official titles when it comes to this sort of thing. What’s important to me is that you and I are on the same page about what we mean to each other. You are very important to me, and I think you already know that. I’m here in bed with you right now, aren’t I?”
“I’m glad you are.” Eva gave me a rather sunny smile, considering the fact that she was clearly still suffering the effects of her hangover. “And I’m glad that you’re so… flexible. So yeah, I told my dad that I have a boyfriend, and I’ve told my dad that I’m still hanging out with the same group of girls I’ve been hanging out with all semester, and he said he can tell that I’m much happier now than I had been for a long, long time.”
“That’s great,” I said with a warm smile. Arching an eyebrow, I asked, “Do you need me to like… talk to him on the phone or anything? I’m pretty good with parents.”
“Well, most parents,” Sam interjected. “Neevie’s dad still hates you like you’re the devil incarnate.”
Eva glanced back at me. “Does Neevie’s dad know you’re fucking his little girl?”
Sam snorted. I swallowed thickly, having a brief (traumatic) flashback of Neevie’s dad trying to bang down my door while I’d been banging his…
“Um, yes,” I muttered in confirmation.
“Well then from his perspective, you ARE the devil incarnate,” Eva observed.
I shrugged and smiled.
“But in all seriousness: No, I don’t need you to talk to him on the phone or anything. I’ve told him I’d rather keep the details private and that he should be happy I told him anything at all about my dating life.” Eva sighed. “Honestly, he’s far more worried about me being safe and well… not suicidal… than about whether or not I’m having sex.”
“But you said he’d freak the fuck out if he found out you were having sex with other girls,” Sam pointed out.
“Well, I might’ve overblown the ‘freaking the fuck out’ part,” Eva hedged. “I mean: yes, he’s pretty conservative; and yes, I’ve heard him make some pretty homophobic comments in general. But on the other hand…”
“He DID let his daughter get some major tattoos and join a rock band,” I pointed out.
“Exactly,” Eva confirmed. “And he knew that Kai and I were having sex and didn’t really freak out about it.”
Sam giggled. “You mean you and your boyfriend were making the rock-’n’-roll van rock and roll?”
“Well, not right in front of him at least,” Eva muttered. “I guess I’m not really sure how he’d react if he knew I was having sex with all The BTC girls. To be perfectly honest, I’m still a little surprised that I am having sex with all The BTC girls.”
“Are you not enjoying yourself?” Sam asked with some concern.
“We love having you with us,” I added, “but I really don’t want you to feel peer-pressured into--”
“I’m enjoying myself; I’m enjoying myself,” Eva insisted.
“I smell a ‘but’ coming…” I drawled.
Eva pursed her lips. “I just didn’t really imagine I’d come to California, fall in with a group of girls that were all having sex with each other, and find myself joining in.”
“Like I said: I don’t want you to feel--”
“It’s cool, Matty. I really AM enjoying myself,” Eva insisted again. “And I told you that I’d been with other girls before.”
“But when I asked if you’d enjoyed yourself, your answer was something along the lines of, ‘I came.’ Not exactly a glowing endorsement.”
Eva pursed her lips and thought back. “There were always groupies throwing themselves at Kai. He was handsome and charismatic and super-flirtatious. At first, I was a little jealous. Like: he was my boyfriend, you know? I was scared he’d fall for some skanky slut, so I warned him that if he ever got his dick wet with another girl, I’d cut his balls off.”
“So I’m assuming Kai’s a heroin-addict-slash-eunuch now?” Sam drawled.
Eva snorted and gave Sam a wry grin.
My eyes were wide at this point, not sure whether to be more surprised that Sam would joke about Kai’s addiction, or that Eva would play along. Then again, both of them had always had a dry sense of humor.
“So yeah, I was jealous at first,” Eva continued, “and some of the girls throwing themselves at him were pretty hot. Kai was clearly interested (what guy wouldn’t be?), although I could see him holding himself back on my behalf. I felt bad about that. Groupies were throwing themselves at the other two guys in the band, and they were more than happy to get laid. Sometimes they even did it in the room backstage right in front of us. At first I’d feel weird and retreat out to the van. But after a while, I kinda got to enjoy watching them, and so did Kai. And then he and I would go out to the van together to… well… make the rock-‘n’-roll van rock and roll.”
Sam snickered.
“But the more often he watched his buddies adding notches to their belts, the more I could see the clear interest in Kai’s eyes,” Eva continued quietly. “The look on his face that said, ‘That could be me.’ I worried that he might break up with me so he wouldn’t have to turn down all that new pussy, you know?”
Sam and I exchanged a glance, neither of us speaking.
“So then one night, we were smoking in the back of the van in the Kekaha Beach parking lot, watching the sunset,” Eva continued. “I started talking about this skinny little thing who’d come backstage to make it abundantly clear that she wanted nothing more than to be Kai’s dirty little cum-rag, and of course he immediately insisted he was just messing around and would never cheat on me. But… on a whim, really… I told him that if she showed up to our next gig, I’d let him bend her over and just use her, so long as he let me be there and watch. He was convinced that I was just testing him – to catch him admitting he was tempted – so I could get mad at him about it.”
“But it wasn’t a test,” Sam ventured, a statement more than a question.
“More of a test for myself, really. Kai had never been with another girl except me, and I could tell he was curious. I was curious myself, about how jealous I might feel. But Kai was really into the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle – he’d read all the stories about drinking and drugs and girls - and I felt like I was holding him back. So I convinced him I was serious, and sure enough, the skinny little thing came to our next gig.”
“And he fucked her,” Sam stated in the same tone as before.
Eva nodded. “Right there in the room. Started off by giving him a blowjob, and Kai kept his eyes fixed on me almost the entire time, watching to see if I’d get mad at him. Made me believe he’d call the whole thing off if I got upset, which was reassuring. But I just waved for him to enjoy himself, and in the end he bent her over the couch and banged her from behind.”
I could feel myself starting to get a little thicker at the imagery.
“Did you join in?” Sam asked quietly.
Eva shook her head. “Nah. I felt weird. Didn’t know what to think, really. One of the boys handed me a joint, which helped me chill out a lot. I kinda got into it by watching Kai. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and all his tattoos were on display as he pounded her. He eventually stopped looking over at me and just got into it. Finally pulled out and creamed all over her ass.”
Her eyes took on a faraway look, and although she was still hugging her knees, it seemed to me that Eva was rubbing her thighs together.
“And then what happened?” Sam probed gently.
Eva blinked and turned to look at Sam. “Oh, the little skank waggled her ass and invited the other two boys to go for a ride. Elijah and Zeke were more than happy to plug in. They spit-roasted her first, and then after Elijah came inside her, she flopped onto her back until Zeke filled her up too.”
“And Kai?” Sam asked.
Eva got a faraway look again. “He spent the next week going out of his way to assure me that he loved me and only me and that the little slut whose name he couldn’t even remember was just a toy to him.”
“So the next time your band had a gig and some other little slut wanted the band’s lead singer to fuck her…”
Eva shrugged. “I told him to go ahead. And then the next time. And then the next time. And then the next time.”
Sam nodded her understanding and then looked at me. I wasn’t sure what to think, still processing it all. And that’s when Eva scooted her butt back towards me so that she could nestle herself beneath my arm.
“So you’ll understand,” Eva began, looking up into my eyes. “I’m already used to sharing my guy with other girls.”
“Good to know,” I told her quietly, while at the same time, I felt my heart flutter just a bit at the implication that I was ‘Eva’s guy’.
“So when was your first time with another girl?” Sam inquired curiously.
“Well…” Eva began, blushing pink. “That part happened a little unexpectedly.”
I sat up a little straighter, and Eva turned to lay her cheek on my chest and look up at me while she collected her thoughts.
“I didn’t start having sex in the band room backstage right away or anything,” she began quietly. “I was getting used to being the voyeur – sitting against the wall on a stool smoking a joint watching the others go at it. Most nights there were at least two or three groupies, and at least once there were five, so it wasn’t like they needed me to participate. But this random night, there was only one girl for the three boys. Kai was sorta plugging away at her, but his heart wasn’t in it. I like to think he’d started to get over the whole idea of banging skanks just because he could. She was a repeat, anyway; he’d already fucked her a few times. And like I said: his heart wasn’t in it. So he pulled out and came over to me, said that I was the only one he wanted to be with tonight, and tried pulling my clothes off.”
Eva paused, blushed pink again, and looked embarrassed. I simply held her reassuringly while Sam leaned forward, listening with rapt attentiveness.
“I got shy, actually,” Eva muttered, her ears turning pink. “The other boys had never seen me naked, and I didn’t want to start then. In the end, I let Kai pull just my shorts off and push inside me while I was sitting there on the stool so that the other guys couldn’t see anything. I was so nervous, I couldn’t even cum. But that was just the first time.”
“You got used to it as time went on?” I asked quietly.
“Getting baked probably helped, too. Helped me relax. It got to the point where I didn’t mind getting buck naked and riding Kai cowgirl on the couch in full view of everyone else, so long as it was absolutely clear that neither Elijah nor Zeke would ever touch me.”
“And then what happened?” Sam asked quite curiously.
“Well, I’d started to really get into watching everyone else, you know? Nothing compared to Belle’s level of voyeurism, but still. I liked to ride Kai reverse-cowgirl so I could see what the others were doing. And then one night when there were three other girls in the room, one of them just came over, stuck her face in my crotch, and started licking.”
My cock was rock-hard in my pajama pants, something Eva had not failed to notice. She slipped her hand beneath my waistband and wrapped her fingers around it. My arousal seemed to fuel hers, and she started breathing a little harder while continuing her narrative.
“I came immediately. Didn’t have time to think about it. My boyfriend’s dick plugging me up and a wet and wriggling tongue on my clit? Immediate fireworks.” Eva had started stroking my rod. “I gripped that girl’s head with both hands and pinned her to my crotch while I screamed my fucking head off.”
“Damn, girl,” Sam muttered with a smile.
Eva was panting as she continued. “Right after I finished cumming, she popped up, grabbed my head, and stuck her tongue in my mouth. Never expected to feel another girl kissing me, and I totally froze. I could taste my own orgasm juices and had no idea how to feel about it. But I could hear Kai grunting from behind me and muttering how fucking hot it was to see another girl kissing me, and he started cumming inside me right then and there.”
I groaned beneath my breath as Eva’s hand sped up while I simultaneously envisioned myself in Kai’s position, erupting a massive load of sperm straight up into the heavenly hapa beauty’s pussy while she locked lips with another Hawaiian babe.
“I could hear in his voice how much it turned him on to see me doing that, the same way I can hear it in your voice right now,” Eva intoned with a sexy rasp. “I knew right then and there I’d do it again for him.”
“But just for him?” Sam asked, leaning forward. “Did you not enjoy it yourself?”
Eva stopped stroking me, and she pursed her lips to look up at Sam. I could tell that Eva was thinking the same thing I was thinking: that Sam’s questions may have technically been about Kai and the band groupies, but they could just as easily be applied to me and the rest of The BTC.
Sam looked at me with some concern, her old mama bear protectiveness coming to the fore. When our eyes met, I knew we were both in lock-step agreement: that if Eva was merely “performing” girl-on-girl sex for my sake and not her own, then some changes in the group dynamic would have to be made.
But Eva seemed to sense our train of thought, and she sat up a little straighter. “I told you both that I’m enjoying myself with The BTC. I wasn’t expecting this, but I’m happy to be included in the group. With random band groupie sluts, I never felt any connection with the girls. They were bodies to be used to make my boyfriend happy, and I did shit with other girls to make my boyfriend happy, but I never felt anything more than that.”
“Do you feel differently with us?” Sam asked.
Eva nodded seriously. “You’re my friends. You’ve welcomed me into a close-knit circle. Giving you girls pleasure feels like one way I can thank you for that kindness, and--”
“Whoa, whoa,” Sam cut her off. “The last thing any of us wants is for you to feel obligated to paying us back by--”
“No, no,” Eva interrupted. “That came out wrong.”
I hugged her to my side and intoned gently, “I know what you’re trying to say. But still, just take your time.”
Sam nodded encouragingly.
Eva paused to collect herself, following my suggestion to take her time. After closing her eyes and inhaling slowly before exhaling even more slowly, she reopened them and looked up at Sam. “I could tell right from the beginning that all of The BTC girls were bisexual. None of you ever tried to hide it, and of course Belle was always making comments about wanting to stick her face in my crotch. But you already know it’s hard for me to let my guard down and make friends, let alone take my clothes off and feel naked and vulnerable in front of people. You all went out of your way to make sure I didn’t feel pressured to… perform. So I… well… I didn’t perform.”
“And you’re still not pressured to perform,” Sam insisted.
Eva waved her off. “I’m not putting on a performance. I really AM enjoying myself.”
“So you keep saying,” I said cautiously. “And yet I can’t help but think back over all the times you’ve participated with the rest of the group and realize there were a LOT of times when you were staring straight at me, watching me watching you. And it makes me wonder how much of it was you doing something for yourself instead of you doing something for me.”
“Seeing the look on your face and hearing the intense arousal in your voice at the sight of me having sex turns me on,” Eva stated plainly. “I get a rush feeling your attention on me. It’s rewarding. It’s… validating. It’s… I mean… there’s nothing wrong with feeling a rush knowing my man enjoys watching me with other girls.”
“Agreed,” Sam confirmed with a smile for me. “Nothing wrong with that at all.”
“So long as that’s not the only reason you’re doing it,” I hedged.
Eva sighed. “With Kai, I’ll admit, that was the only reason. I mean, I felt the physical pleasure, of course, but I’d never have hooked up with another girl by myself. I did it for him, and only for him.”
“But now? With me?” I queried with arched eyebrows.
“In the beginning, perhaps, I was doing it just for you - much in the same way I’d been doing it just for Kai,” she admitted. “I certainly wanted to feel like I was part of the group as well. And that first time, with Alice, it reminded me of being with the band groupies. I figured I’d never have to see Alice again – or only rarely – if things didn’t go well. But then things went great. Alice is amazing.”
“I wholeheartedly agree,” I said with a grin.
“But it’s different now. I really am enjoying myself more for the simple pleasure of it. I don’t have to be romantically attracted to other girls in order to enjoy having sex with them.” Eva grinned, rolled onto her back, and started wriggling her pajama pants off, all traces of her previous hangover seemingly gone by now. “Come lick me, Sam.”
The blonde blinked. “What, now?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t get wet watching me stroke Matty’s cock while listening to me tell you about me, Kai, and the band groupies.”
“Well… you’re not wrong,” Sam admitted while Eva kicked her pants and panties off and then spread her thighs apart.
“Should I leave the room or something?” I suggested. “So you can prove you’re doing this for yourself and not just for me?”
“Fuck no. Stay here,” Eva countered. “I told you: I LOVE to watch you watching me. But at the same time…” She crooked a finger at Sam. “Friends help each other out, and you and I are just friends helping each other feel good, right?”
Sam grinned. “Right.”
“Besides…” Eva glanced over her shoulder at me and grinned while sliding her hands beneath the hem of her sleep shirt to palm her big breasts from underneath. “Thinking back on those stories makes me wanna ride you reverse cowgirl while this hot blonde babe licks my clit at the same time. And you’re my friend too, right Matty? You and I can help each other feel good.”
I smirked and replied, “Sounds great to me.”
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The next chapter will post on March 16th. For anyone who can't wait, Beta Tier has a 7-chapter lead.
Remember that all authors thrive on feedback, so let me know how you're enjoying the story! Leave a comment here or come chat with us on Discord! And be sure to connect your Discord account here on the Patreon website to get access to the Patron-Only channels! https://discord.gg/fg3m6MdfN9
