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BTC2: Chapter 31
🕑 Added 2023-01-31 16:00:03 +0000 UTCTABLE OF CONTENTS:
Prologue: https://www.patreon.com/posts/71728519
1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72025149
2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72223456
3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72430053
4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72666527
5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72902773
6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73108177
7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73327728
8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73537602
9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73743971
10: Ku'uipo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73960083
11: The R-word: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74160968
12: The Beach: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74331272
13: Into the Blue: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74511756
14: Out of the Blue: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74672038
15: Evelynn: https://www.patreon.com/posts/74846201
16: Liliana: https://www.patreon.com/posts/75008008
17: Envy: https://www.patreon.com/posts/75158976
18: Eva: https://www.patreon.com/posts/75398806
19: Head Girlfriend: https://www.patreon.com/posts/75611460
20: Halloween: https://www.patreon.com/posts/75811675
21: Unexpected Feelings: https://www.patreon.com/posts/76028183
22: Just Sex: https://www.patreon.com/posts/76230936
23: Aikane: https://www.patreon.com/posts/76406386
24: Delicate: https://www.patreon.com/posts/76668310
25: Confidante: https://www.patreon.com/posts/76905187
26: Permission: https://www.patreon.com/posts/77058166
27: Kai: https://www.patreon.com/posts/77256672
28: Isabela: https://www.patreon.com/posts/77443591
29: Cosplay: https://www.patreon.com/posts/77616710
30: Kipona Aloha: https://www.patreon.com/posts/77803402
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-- CHAPTER 31: Going Through the Motions --
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Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.
“Mmph!” somebody squeaked, promptly choked, and pulled away to start coughing.
The sound of a girl’s anguish woke me up FAST, and my eyes flew open so I could stare down the length of my body to find out what had just happened.
Isabela dry-retched twice and thumped her chest with her right fist while sounding for all the world like a sick cat trying to hurl out a hairball. Her eyes were bugged-out and her tongue waggled in the air just like Jabba the Hutt did when getting strangled to death at the beginning of The Return of the Jedi.
Not exactly the sexiest image to come to mind, you understand. Although admittedly, Leia was effing hot in that gold bikini. But I digress…
Meanwhile, Belle sat up behind the busty brunette, stroking her new friend’s back and then thumping it lightly with the heel of her hand.
“Holy shit,” Isabela finally croaked after a minute of hacking. A glob of snot leaked from her right nostril, and she wiped at both the snot and the tear tracks running down both cheeks. “That did NOT go the way I expected it to.”
“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Belle soothed. “Happens to everyone the first time.”
“You okay?” I asked with obvious concern.
“I’ll be alright. Belle warned me to watch for the recoil, but shit.” Isabela sharply inhaled, trying to suck up another snot ball, while reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose, twice, before sighing, “I was thinking to myself, ‘No problem. I got this.’ And then BAM. Thought I was gonna die there for a second.”
“Like I said: happens to everyone the first time,” Belle chuckled.
“Seriously, you okay?” I repeated to Isabela.
“My ego is wounded more than anything else. I’ll be fine,” she assured me, grabbing a few more tissues and blowing her nose. “Sorry for ruining the mood.”
“You haven’t ruined anything,” I assured her, beckoning to her with both arms to come in for a hug. “C’mere.”
But Isabela didn’t seem to be interested in a hug. She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and then gave me a grim look of determination. She ducked her head back down, slurped my still-hard shaft into her mouth, and then visibly swallowed to shove more and more of my thickness into her throat. As usual, she got stuck with about two inches to go, but the sultry Latina gathered herself for a moment and then forced herself the rest of the way down to seal her lips around my very base.
I groaned and smiled. Despite Isabela’s concerns about ruining the mood, it’s difficult for any guy to be in a bad mood when a gorgeous girl has his entire dick in her throat. And I reached down to caress her cheek with a look of warm gratitude for sharing such an intimate part of herself with me.
But Isabela didn’t smile up at me around a mouthful of meat. Rather… she sorta smirked at me, as if the deep-throat accomplishment was far more important to her than giving me pleasure. To be fair, she was well within her rights to feel great about that accomplishment. And yet I couldn’t help but feel… well… not in the right mood.
Isabela then popped off my prick, looking quite proud of herself for recovering so quickly. But my wet prick remained in the open air for only a moment before Belle ducked her head down, swiftly swallowing my schlong as far as she could. My sweet “little sister” of course had never been able to drop down the entire way in a single plunge, and she paused for a moment halfway in to catch her breath and gather herself for the final descent.
But her second attempt didn’t quite reach the summit. Well, perhaps “summit” wasn’t the correct word for it. Apex? No. Zenith? No. Something else with an “n”? Nadir, right?
With a sigh, I castigated myself for getting distracted by playing word games with myself while my beautiful Annabelle was trying to give me a blowjob. But like I said: I wasn’t in the right mood. Everything about this morning just felt… off. And when Belle kept getting stuck with about an inch to go, I could literally feel her frustration feeding mine.
At that point, I wished we could just call off the attempts at deep-throating my dick as if successful completion of the act itself was more important than the three of us finding pleasure together. But before I could suggest that we move beyond making such attempts and coax one of the girls to come climb onto my face while the other one mounted my prick, Belle dropped her head back down around my dick and once again got hung up with about an inch to go.
I watched my Baby Belle’s nostrils flare as she tried to suck in a bit of oxygen past the big blockage compressing her trachea. But rather than try to force her way down again, she instead reached up to tap the back of her own head twice.
I blinked in surprise as the realization that Belle wanted me to push her head down. I’d set my hand atop her head many times while she was giving me blowjobs, and she often reacted to my gentle pressure as if my hand outmassed Sam’s Escalade. But there was no way I was going to try and physically force her head down around my dick if her throat wasn’t cooperating this morning.
As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Isabela reacted before I did, planting a hand atop Belle’s head and then literally pushing it downward, spearing Belle’s skull that extra inch further until my pint-sized pixie’s puffy lips “tagged” the very base of my cock.
And then Isabela let go.
And then Belle popped back up, thankfully looking none the worse for wear. Even more, my impish little fae was beaming with pride and raised her right hand for a high-five while squealing, “WOOO!”
“You go girl!” Isabela crowed with her, clapping her hand against Belle’s.
Admittedly, their enthusiasm was infectious. The two girls were clearly having a good time together, and even if I didn’t feel like either of them was particularly interested in bringing me pleasure, I was content to see them having fun.
We mercifully moved past the deep-throat attempts and the girls literally ro-sham-bo’d to see which end of me they’d get first. Belle “won” and wanted to get my dick in her tight teenage twat, but she wasn’t wet enough yet, so Isabela toppled the sexy strawberry-blonde onto her back and started delivering some Grade-A cunnilingus. After only two minutes, my Baby Belle’s baby box was warmed-up enough to start. She swung a leg over my lap, spread her own labia with her fingers while Isabela held my dick erect, and then slowly settled down around my schlong. Immediately after that, Isabela matter-of-factly settled herself down on my face. And immediately after that, I heard the sounds of the two bodacious babes moaning in heat as they kissed and fondled and humped themselves up-and-down their respective ends of my body.
Just a routine Tuesday morning.
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By any reasonable measure, Belle, Isabela, and I had a great threesome to start off our morning. Everybody came. Matty’s Little Cumslut got her creampie. And Isabela even came again while my horny “little sister” ate her out.
It’s just that the whole thing felt a little… mechanical.
Devoid of any real intimacy.
‘Just sex,’ as Eva would’ve termed it.
And I wasn’t sure I’d really enjoyed it.
Well, obviously, pounding away at Isabela’s tight pussy while motorboating my face in her marvelous melons and then making out with my Baby Belle and moaning into her mouth while I slammed forward a final time and basted the bodaciously busty brunette beneath me’s baby box with blast after blast of baby batter had felt… nice. I mean, I really had no grounds for complaint.
And yet…
I mean…
It was just that the whole thing just felt like… like I’d been going through the motions.
I’d pumped for the sake of pumping. I’d performed my duty for the girls in the house because it was expected of me as “The BTC’s boyfriend”: nothing more, nothing less. I was a living dildo that existed solely to provide the girls with pleasure. And I was very good at my job.
But I took no pride in doing my job. I was just going through the motions. For now, at least, I was just passing time – trying to stagger to the finish line. I was tired – really tired. I was tired of school. Tired of girl-drama. Tired of my life. And what in the holy hell… Was I actually tired of sex?
It had been a week since Lily walked out. Thanksgiving was in two more days. And all I wanted to do was make it to the holiday in one piece.
After we were done, the three of us got up and got dressed. Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished first and headed downstairs while Belle and Isabela went to freshen up in the upstairs bathroom.
Unfortunately, Sam was no longer in the kitchen making brekkie. Given that none of Belle, Isabela, or I had an early class on Tuesday mornings, we’d all slept in late, and I’d missed my ex-Head Girlfriend’s departure from the house. But it wasn’t the first time I’d done so, and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last. So I simply went straight to the dining table and sat down to join the girls who were still within the walls.
“Dia duit, Matty,” my Irish Head Girlfriend greeted me warmly.
“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I greeted her in kind, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the lips. She cradled my cheek and then caressed it with her fingertips when I pulled away, smiling a smile that told me her world was all the brighter now that we were together again.
And I wondered right then and there why I hadn’t spent the night with her instead.
The answer to my question sat right beside her. If Isabela was visiting, that meant that Luna was visiting as well. The comely brunette with the kind eyes behind delicate glasses smiled up at me, but there was no way I was going to try giving her a good morning kiss. Luna had made it clear that she was only interested in girls and would never share my bed. So whenever Isabela came to visit to get filled up with my thick manmeat, Luna was more than happy to keep my gorgeous redhead company, and that was perfectly fine by me. Naimh very much enjoyed Luna’s company, and anyone who helped make the ladies in my life a little happier without making any further demands of my already stretched-thin bandwidth was A-OK in my book. And when I greeted Luna politely, she greeted me politely in reply.
Eva sat directly across the table from Naimh and Luna. I knew she hadn’t spent the night here - generally preferring the comfort of her own bed. But she’d started to come over and join us for breakfast, which was a very welcome change. But although she smiled at my approach, I knew better than to try giving her a good morning kiss in front of the others.
Fold her in half and fuck her brains out in front of the others? Sure. On occasion. When the situation called for it and if she was in the right mood. But PDA and casual intimacy? No thank you. Still, Eva smiled up at me and said good morning to me in reply as well.
And she was prepared to answer what she already knew would be my first question.
“Lily’s still not ready to come back,” Eva informed me apologetically before I even asked while I took a seat at the head of the table between her and Naimh.
I sighed and nodded my acknowledgment of the statement. I really didn’t expect any different. Lily hadn’t moved out of her room at Mrs. Morris’s place or anything, so Eva still saw her and talked to her fairly regularly. But Lily hadn’t stepped foot in my house since leaving last Monday afternoon, hadn’t spoken with any of the other BTC girls (except for her roommate), and none of us had run into her on-campus at all.
“Is she still hanging out with her Cal Hawai’i Club friends?” I asked.
“As far as I know,” Eva replied with a shrug.
“Has she said anything to you about us?”
“Nothing new since yesterday.” Eva paused, pursed her lips, and reached out to my forearm and give it a reassuring squeeze. “But the stuff she said to me before still holds true. She misses you and Belle. She still cares about both of you.”
I nodded. “I know she does. We both still care about her.”
“She’s just trying to process everything that’s happening right now,” Eva continued. “Belle breaking up with her threw her for a loop and made her stop and question whether or not she ever really loved either of you in the first place, or whether she was just swept up in the infatuation of new love. It’s not easy moving what feels like halfway around the world to a brand-new place so different from home. Believe me: I know.”
I chuckled. “I believe you.”
Naimh leaned forward and chimed in, “It’s overwhelming: leaving behind your entire life and everyone you knew, to start over in a strange land where you don’t know anybody else. Finding The BTC was a lifesaver for me in high school. And Lily told me about being used to having a really big family back in Kauai, and then The BTC becoming her new family here in California.”
Eva nodded. “Lily’s still having a hard time separating her feelings of family from her feelings of love. Did she really love you and Belle? Or was she just attached to you both for being so welcoming of her when she first arrived? That kind of stuff. So she’s trying to put some distance between you for a little bit so she can wrap her head around it a little better.”
“I get it. I get it.” I sighed. “I don’t like it, but I get it.”
Eva squeezed my forearm again. Naimh rubbed my knee beneath the table. And even Luna gave me an encouraging smile. My stomach then growled on cue, which broke the tension in the air and made Naimh giggled. The next thing I knew, she was heaping food onto a plate for me while Eva poured me a glass of OJ.
A few minutes later, Belle and Isabela came downstairs. And as soon as Belle saw Eva, she asked, “Hey… How’s Lily?”
Eva smirked at me before shaking her head. “You know, you two really should coordinate your arrivals so I only have to say this stuff once. I don’t like talking, remember?”
“You can explain it all to her, Matty,” Naimh chimed in. “The rest of us gotta get to class. Bye, luv.”
“See you later,” I replied, puckering up to receive her peck. And then I went ahead and summarized Eva’s already-brief update on Lily.
A few minutes after that, Naimh, Luna, and Eva all headed out the door while Belle, Isabela, and I ate breakfast. Once the meal was over, I collected all the dishes, glasses, and silverware to stack them in the sink before taking the time to hand wash the frying pans and leave them in the open dishwasher rack to dry.
Out in the living room, I could hear Belle and Isabela giggling. When I emerged from the kitchen I found them snuggled together and grinning at me. And Belle had a rather wicked gleam in her eye.
I arched an eyebrow inquiringly.
Isabela, clad in a fetching, form-fitting V-neck sweater and jeans so tight they looked spray-painted on, crooked a finger to me. She let out a dramatic sigh and murmured, “Three beautiful, sexy, horny teenagers with no early-morning classes. Whatever shall we do?”
A man’s work is never done.
****
“Well look what the cat dragged in…” Skylar drawled when she opened her apartment door for me, having to jerk it open against the tight doorframe. She was clearly expecting me as it had now become standard operating procedure for me to come spend my lunchtime at her apartment on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
I raised both eyebrows. “Do I really look that bad?”
Skylar shrugged. “Haggard. Slouching. Haven’t shaved in a couple of days. Hair’s a mess. Bags under your eyes. And you misaligned your shirt buttons.” She gestured at my shirt before smirking and then turning around to walk back inside.
I blinked and glanced down at myself. I’d worn a no-wrinkle long-sleeved button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and indeed I’d misaligned the buttons. Realizing that they’d been misaligned half the day already, I also went ahead and double-checked that my fly wasn’t open.
“Sorry,” I muttered while following her into the apartment and then closing the door behind me.
“Whatever are you apologizing to me for?” she asked with a light smirk as she headed for her sofa. “But don’t worry so much about your appearance. Lots of college students look just like you around this time of year, what with finals around the corner, gloomy weather, and no longer feeling the fresh excitement of going off to college. Besides: I like the scruffy look, and you’re still totally bangable.”
My eyes went wide at that last part, and I felt myself going pale. For as many times as I’d idly fantasized about finally hooking up with the gorgeous honey-blonde bombshell and repeatedly pulverizing her pussy with my powerful prick, I did NOT feel in any kind of shape to do so at this moment without completely embarrassing myself.
Skylar snickered. “Oh you poor thing. I’m not trying to scare you!”
“Sorry, sorry. I’m not scared. I’m just… I’m really… I’m really tired right now. And I’m afraid I would only be a disappointment to you.”
“Relax, Matty. That’s not our relationship.” Skylar then reclined against the sofa’s backrest, crossed her legs, and set one arm atop her upraised knee. “But that said, what on God’s green earth are those girls doing to you, that the merest hint of you having sex caused such a reaction?”
I sighed and waved her off while setting my takeout bag on the dining table and dropping heavily into a chair. “I’m really just tired overall. Finals around the corner… gloomy weather…”
“A half-dozen big-titted babes constantly asking you for sex.”
I gave her a rueful grin. “You’re not wrong. I told you Eva’s started joining us for BTC group Fridays. Sam spent an old-fashioned ‘Sam Saturday’ with me, which was really nice. And while Belle definitely misses Lily, she seems to have immediately buddied up with Isabela.”
“Belle and Bella.”
“Don’t call them that. They hate that. We’ve tried ‘Izzy’, but she really does prefer to be called by her full name.”
“Noted.” Skylar shrugged. “And Neevie?”
“There’s a reason why I used to call her Nymphomaniac Neevie. That said, she’s thankfully been a little less demanding of my services lately. Spends all her time doing cosplay with Luna.”
Skylar laughed. “I know. Yesterday it was all ‘Luna this’ and ‘Luna that’.”
I grinned. “I’m glad she’s happy.”
“Not jealous?”
I frowned. “Of Luna? Hardly. Neevie’s happy to have finally found a friend. You know how she is.”
Skylar sighed and nodded. “I do.”
“But Neevie’s not falling in love with the girl or anything.”
“Noted.” Skylar arched an eyebrow. “Just making sure though: Luna’s girlfriend doesn’t seem to mind?”
“Apparently not. If anything, I would’ve thought Luna might be jealous about Belle. But so far, I haven’t noticed any hard feelings in either direction. And then of course, Belle and Isabela seem dedicated to trying to turn me into a desiccated husk all-day/every-day, including this morning.”
Skylar smirked. “Isabela’s quite the nymphomaniac, isn’t she?”
“You have NO idea,” I groaned, letting my head loll back for a moment. “I mean, I thought Neevie was perpetually aroused, but this girl takes it to a whole other level. I mean, one could argue that she doesn’t actually have sex with me any more than any of the other girls. It’s just that she’s only around one or two days a week, and--”
“--and then tries to cram in a week’s worth of sex into one or two days?” Skylar finished for me.
I gave her a weary smile. “Pretty much.”
“Seems efficient.” Skylar shrugged. “I can’t argue with the girl’s sense of time-management.”
I snorted and shook my head. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m feeling pretty sexed out at this point.”
Skylar’s eyes popped. “Seriously?”
“You try regularly satisfying six girls all day, every day.”
“No thank you. I didn’t sign up for that,” Skylar said with a laugh. “Although, are you still counting it as six? Is that your continued hope that Lily will return, or did something happen with Luna you haven’t told me about?”
I winced and sighed. “Continued hope, I suppose. Nothing’s ever gonna happen between me and Luna, and I’m perfectly fine with that.”
“Because she doesn’t meet The BTC’s cup-size requirement?”
I snorted again and waved her off dismissively. “You’ve got a better chance of sleeping with Luna than I do. I don’t have the right equipment.”
“I think Isabela would beg to differ.”
“Isabela doesn’t need to beg for anything. She demands, and she’s quite demanding at that.”
Skylar arched an eyebrow and gave me an appraising look. “Has it ever occurred to you that you’re allowed to turn her down?”
I blinked. “What?”
“I mean it: Have you seriously never thought of saying ‘no’?”
I chuckled and immediately shook my head. “Never for a second. I love these girls.”
“Including Isabela? You love her? Last I asked, I thought you said that after a promising start full of chemistry, your relationship with her never really took off.”
“It didn’t. Isabela’s made clear she’s just using me for sex. Don’t get me wrong: she’s gorgeous and sexy and it’s… it’s fun.”
Skylar smirked and parroted, “I smell a ‘but’ coming…”
I chuckled and finished, “But it’s pretty mechanical. Feels like I’m just going through the motions, you know? There’s nothing emotional between us. There’s no ‘there’ there.”
“Then why don’t you turn her down?”
“It’s not that simple. She’s always with Belle, for one thing, and it’s not like I’m gonna turn down Belle.”
“Why not?”
I waggled my head. “Well… I suppose it’s more that I’d never let myself fail the girls. I’m the only one with ‘the right equipment’, for one thing. And I’d never want them to go looking elsewhere for some other dude to provide them with the right equipment, you know?”
“You wouldn’t be failing the girls if you wanted to take a break every now and again,” Skylar reasoned. “And any girl who would cheat on you over your occasional need to take a break wouldn’t be a girl worth keeping in the first place.”
“I know, I know.”
“Your words say, ‘I know’,” she said dubiously, “but I don’t think you really do. And you were the one who just brought up fearing the girls would go looking for some other dude if you somehow ‘failed’ to please them.”
“A slip of the tongue.”
“Quite the slip.”
“I’m not actually worried about the girls looking elsewhere,” I insisted. “Sam’s too busy to spend time with me, let alone spend time with some other guy. Neevie’s the very definition of loyal devotion.”
I think Skylar expected me to just keep on rattling off girls’ names, but when I paused, she arched her eyebrows and led me, “And Belle?”
My eyes flared, my spine straightened, and I clenched my teeth together to prevent myself from snapping at Skylar.
She immediately held up her hands. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
“It’s not a… I mean… Belle’s…” I sighed, looked away, and shook my head.
“You look conflicted,” Skylar remarked quietly.
“I am conflicted,” I admitted.
“Would you be as conflicted about Isabela?”
I snorted immediately and shook my head.
“Well that answers that,” she drawled, chuckling at my expression.
“Isabela’s a free spirit and I know full-well I have no claim to her heart… or her body.” I shrugged. “She’s welcome to do as she pleases.”
“Does that also go for Eva?”
I shrugged. “Eva’s in her own category: still struggling to let herself be vulnerable with me. I seriously doubt she has any interest in looking for any other guys.”
Skylar’s eyebrows went up. “So that just leaves Lily.”
I sighed. “I don’t get to worry about Lily anymore.”
“Sure you do.” The blonde gave me a sympathetic look. “She may have chosen to take a break from your relationship, and she may even have chosen to break things off completely for good, but you still have the right to worry about her if you want to.”
I sagged in my seat. “I just look back and think about all the things I could’ve done differently – all the ways in which I should’ve been better. I wasn’t good enough: simple as that.”
Skylar smirked. “What? You think you weren’t good enough at fucking her brains out, so she left you to find some other dude to provide her with the right equipment?”
“No, of course not.” I rolled my eyes.
Skylar laughed and shrugged. But then she sighed and gave me a rueful look. “I have to ask, though: What was it, exactly, that made Lily so special to you?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
Skylar shrugged. “You’ve spent enough time telling me about your girls for me to get a sense of their importance to you. The depth of your love for Neevie, Sam, and Belle has been quite clear. You have a protective instinct over Eva right now, even if not necessarily love. You’re just going through the motions and there was no ‘there’ there with Isabela. But was there ever a ‘there’ there with Lily?”
“-I- thought there was,” I insisted. “Now maybe it never quite got to the depths of kipona aloha, but I still thought we were on that path.”
“Kipo-what?”
I smiled. “Hawaiian for ‘deep, intense love’. Lily taught me that. But that sort of love takes time, and we ultimately didn’t last long enough to get there.”
“But you wanted to?”
“I did.”
“Are you sure?” Skylar looked at me skeptically. “Like I said: I knew you had deep, kipo-something love for Neevie, Sam, and Belle. But whenever you talked about Lily, you seemed happy that she was happy. She was fresh and energetic and new and… well… that was it. Now I’ve barely met the girl and can’t claim to know her innermost thoughts or anything. But from what you and Neevie have told me, she’s nothing like Isabela. I picture Lily as a true romantic at heart who wants a man who will love her completely – not a guy who only performs his duty in order to keep her from looking elsewhere for some other guy with the right equipment.”
I frowned and started to protest, “I didn’t only perform my duty in order to--”
“I think perhaps your relationship with Lily was much the same as Neevie told me your relationship was like with her,” Skylar interrupted.
“Like with Neevie?” I asked, confused.
“Like your first relationship with Neevie: full of passion and sex and… well… not much substance beyond that. Neevie told me about saying her ex-boyfriend’s name, and how that was the pin that burst the bubble of your relationship and made you stop and reconsider whether or not you’d ever truly loved her in the first place.” Skylar shrugged and regarded me seriously. “Perhaps in much the same way, Belle breaking up with her blew away Lily’s cloud of good feelings, and made her reevaluate her relationship with you in clear daylight. It made Lily realize how shallow your relationship was – realize it was a relationship built on passion and sex and not necessarily true love for a boy whose attention was getting split six ways.”
I sighed and sat back in my seat, nodding my agreement. “Perhaps. But then again, Neevie and I still found our way back to each other, and we’re better than ever.”
“Good for you – for both of you. It’s clear just how much you and Neevie mean to each other. But I have to ask: Is that truly what you want with Lily as well?”
I knitted my eyebrows and pondered that question.
“And regardless of whether or not it’s what YOU truly want,” Skylar continued without waiting for me, “you have to consider what would be truly best for her. Perhaps the romantic at heart who wants a man who will love her completely deserves the chance to move on to some other guy – or some other girl – who can really give her the kind of all-consuming love her young heart is looking for.”
I sighed, nodded, and pondered that.
“Do YOU want to keep your cute and sexy Hawaiian sweetheart because you truly want to build a lasting, loving relationship with her? Or do you merely like her ‘enough’, and having caught her rather accidentally because you two happened to meet up on the first day of school and simply want to keep as many girls as you can get your hands on? ‘Gotta catch ‘em all’, right?”
I narrowed my eyes and scowled a bit at Skylar. But she merely shrugged and stared expectantly back at me. And after a somewhat pregnant pause of silence, I finally exhaled and muttered, “The girls aren’t Pokémon.”
“Agreed. And you seem to be having trouble keeping up with the ones you have as it is.” She gave me a sympathetic look and stated sagely, “You look tired, Matty. You really should try to get more rest. I’m serious: tell the girls you need a break.”
I shrugged helplessly. “I can’t. It’s just… I like making the girls happy.”
The blonde snickered and shook her head. “Good lord those girls have got you well-trained. Seriously, though, if you’re not up for it, you’re not up for it.”
I gave her a somewhat cocky smirk. “I’m clearly always ‘up for it’.”
Skylar shook her head like I didn’t understand. “Turn it around for a second: if you wanted to fuck Neevie, but she wasn’t really in the mood--”
“Of course I’d never make her,” I stated insistently. “Although come to think of it, I don’t think that’s ever actually happened.”
“But in theory…”
I waggled my head. “In theory, of course you’re right. But in practice, I honestly can’t think of a single instance where I asked but a girl turned me down. For one thing, they’re the ones always doing the initiating. And I don’t like the idea of me being the first one to ever turn one of them down, either.”
“But you’re exhausted right now. And if Neevie were here, I’d tell her she needs to call a BTC committee meeting and pass a motion that they all let you rest for a few days.”
I exhaled slowly and sagged in my seat. “A few days’ rest sounds amazing. But honestly, we’re less than two days away from Thanksgiving break. I figure if I can just stop thinking about school, I’ll have one less thing to worry about, you know? I can manage until then.”
Skylar eyed me skeptically and then drawled sardonically, “Of course… How could I not have realized… The girls are totally gonna say, ‘Hey, we don’t have classes for a few days, let’s NOT have a holiday orgy and do our best to drain Matty dry.’”
I gave her another rueful grin. “You’re probably right.”
“I know I’m right. For one thing, Neevie told me she was planning a holiday orgy, yesterday afternoon while you were taking a nap.”
“She did?”
Skylar shrugged. “I suppose I should’ve kept that a surprise. On the other hand, if you actually expected any different, you’re far less intelligent than I originally thought.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well any holiday orgy would have to wait until the weekend at least, given that we’re splitting up and going back home for the holidays.”
Skylar frowned. “I thought you were planning to stay in Berkeley. Your mother is in New York, right?”
“Right, but we’re still all heading back to our hometown for Thanksgiving itself. Neevie will be with her family until Saturday. Same with Sam. I’d better hydrate and rest while I can.”
“Yes. That.”
“I’m just going to Belle’s house for Thanksgiving dinner itself with her and her dad. Come to think of it, you’re welcome to join us if you don’t have anywhere better to be.”
Skylar frowned. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly intrude.”
“It wouldn’t be intruding.”
Skylar blinked. “I’m not even friends with Belle.”
“But you’re friends with me, and Belle’s met you before. That’s good enough.”
“Good enough to invite me into Belle’s father’s house for Thanksgiving?”
“Sure. Why not?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I don’t like the idea of you spending the holiday by yourself.”
“I’m perfectly fine being by myself. Really, I’m fine.”
“If you say so.” I gave her a skeptical look. “Honestly though, I’d feel a lot better if you could reassure me that you had somewhere else to go. And if not, then I’m serious: come join us. I’m just driving down for dinner and then driving right back up here.”
Skylar opened her mouth to immediately decline, but no sounds immediately came out. And after a moment’s hesitation, she finally muttered, “Well… maybe.”
“I’ll count that as a ‘yes’.”
“That counts as an ‘I’ll think about it’.”
I grinned. “Good enough.”
****
It was Wednesday morning, the last day of school before the Thanksgiving break, when 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.
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 pulled up to smile at me while continuing to pump my shaft with her right hand.
“Dia duit, Matty,” my Head Girlfriend murmured quietly but enthusiastically.
“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I greeted her 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 glanced down at my Irish redhead and gestured “come hither” with my right hand. But she shook her head in the negative and promptly deep-throated me for a second, massaging my prick with her inner muscles before popping up.
“Not today, luv,” she drawled. “Skylar made it very clear we girls need to let you rest up a bit. Don’t you worry about satisfying me. I’m plenty satisfied doing this for you. Just relax and let yourself go, because I’m not letting you outta this bed until your wee-wee goes down.”
I blinked. “Calling it a ‘wee-wee’ isn’t gonna help me cum any faster.”
Naimh giggled and then resumed her excellent fellatio. She didn’t call it a ‘wee-wee’ anymore, and she made it go down a few minutes later after swallowing all of its stuffing.
A few minutes after that, the wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as I descended. In the kitchen, Sam turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, “Morning, Matty…”
She smiled at me while extending her arms for a routine hug, looking quite tired. So while we came together for a quick peck, I pulled back immediately afterwards and gave her a look of concern.
“Just one more day,” I stated encouragingly. “All we gotta do is go through the motions for one more day.”
“One more day,” she repeated like a mantra. “I can get through one more day.”
“I know you can. You can do anything, because you are absolutely amazing.”
My luscious platinum-blonde beauty practically melted in my arms. “How can you be such an incredibly understanding boyfriend after everything I’ve put you through? All the neglect… the lack of quality time… the lack of prioritization… I really don’t deserve you.”
“Sure you do. Because I love you and I’ve always known what I was getting myself into. Really, don’t worry about it. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Sam pressed herself into me and gave me a much more passionate kiss.
When we finally separated, I took the spatula out of her hands. “I’ll finish up brekkie. You go on ahead.”
Sam’s eyes sparkled. “I’ll love you forever.”
“I’ll love you forever.”
She gave me one more quick kiss and then left.
****
Per our normal Wednesday routine, Naimh held my hand for the walk from our house onto campus while Belle followed behind us. When we reached our usual intersection, my Head Girlfriend gave me a quick kiss and then bounced away towards the Biology buildings while Belle happily slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained. The Engineering buildings were first, so when we reached my classroom, my petite “little sister” jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around my waist so she could give me a passionate French kiss. I let her snog me for a minute before relaxing my grip as a signal for her to put her feet down.
Also per recent routine, Isabela was waiting for us. After snogging me, Belle then immediately stepped into Isabela’s arms and gave her a passionate French kiss that was a combined ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’. Isabela then patted my Baby Belle’s bottom while my impish pixie flashed both of us a… well… a pixie wink. And then Belle spun around to head off towards Chemistry.
Isabela then looped her arms through my elbow and asked, “¿Vamonos?” We entered the building together and then walked over to the lecture hall, descending the steps side-by-side. Isabela did most of the chatting while demonstratively flirting with me. She rubbed my arm, giggled, and played with her hair while I took note of the way surrounding conversations kept on going around us. Nobody hushed around us anymore as they were all used to me and Isabela entering like this by now. And when we got to the fourth row, Isabela entered first so we could sit down in our two regular spots.
A minute later, the familiar sound of high heels rhythmically striking individual stair treads caught my attention. I glanced up just in time to see Skylar descending towards us, and the beautiful, busty blonde bombshell gave me and Isabela kind smiles before continuing on her way. Skylar started taking questions from students on the floor. Isabela and I kept chatting. And eventually, Professor D ambled over to the front of the class at the bottom of the stairs.
“Good morning, students,” the stodgy old graybeard greeted in his typically loud but quavering voice. “Let’s begin.”
Barely anyone paid attention to the lecture. Hell, not even Professor D seemed to give a shit anymore, just going through the motions himself. It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and everyone in the entire building already had one metaphorical foot out the door.
So five minutes before the class was scheduled to end, the professor glanced up at the clock, sighed, and waved his arm dismissively. “You know, students? I think that’s plenty for today. Remember that your papers must be turned in to Miss Sutcliffe by next Wednesday at the latest. Otherwise, enjoy your break!”
“Thanks, Professor D!” Franklin called loudly from the back of the class, already out of his seat and on his way up the stairs. Several other students also chimed in their thanks aloud while packing up, including me and Isabela.
The lovely Latina lady held my arm again as we ascended the stairs together and exited the building. Given that Professor D had dismissed us early, I wasn’t expecting the most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved to be waiting for us outside. But apparently Naimh’s class had also gotten out early, because my bubbly redhead bounced straight up to me with a beaming smile and a happy “Matty!” exclamation. And she went ahead and gave me an insanely passionate kiss while wrapping a leg around my waist to dry-hump herself against my leg just a little bit.
“You guys are out early,” Naimh remarked breathlessly after we’d separated. She remained snuggled in my arms while turning to glance at Isabela. “Did your prof decide that everyone had stopped paying attention as well?”
Isabela laughed and nodded. “I’m pretty sure Professor D had stopped paying attention himself. He repeated himself a couple of times today.”
“He repeats himself every now and again anyways,” I pointed out, and Isabela laughed again.
“Sky!” Naimh exclaimed happily a moment later, stepping out of my arms and scurrying over to greet the blonde with a hug. “You’re out early!”
“Hullo, Neevie,” Skylar greeted pleasantly, hugged her back, and then shrugged. “There weren’t any students who wanted to stick around after class to ask questions the day before a holiday.”
“Well since everyone is here,” Isabela began, “I’ll let you all head off to lunch together. Gotta pick up Luna across campus, as usual.”
“Oh, wait up a minute if you can,” Naimh interjected. “I want you to meet my friend. She said she’d be here by now.”
Isabela blinked in surprise. “Friend?”
I blinked in surprise as well, saying at almost the exact same time, “Friend?”
Naimh pivoted to look westward, scanning for just a second and then jabbing a finger, “There!”
I furrowed my eyebrows and followed the direction of my Irish girlfriend’s finger. There were dozens of students traveling in both directions along the walkway, none of whom looked instantly familiar. There were three guys with sagging jeans and sloppy grunge plaid that stood out a bit. A pair of pretty coeds wearing form-fitting clothing headed away from us. And there was one curvaceous brunette dressed to kill in a plunging V-neck that revealed oodles of cleavage, along with a black miniskirt hugging her ample hips that exposed a creamy expanse of upper thighs above her knee-high leather boots.
But I didn’t recognize anyone and kept scanning for a second before returning my attention to Naimh. “Who’s this friend of yours?”
The redhead arched an eyebrow and then gave me a pleasantly amused expression. “Matty, seriously?”
I turned to look again, and sure enough, the wicked hot brunette with curves for days continued her path along the main walkway, heading in our general direction. She sashayed with cool confidence, like a supermodel who truly owned the runway, her knee-high leather boots making clomping sounds on the concrete. Her hips and outrageously gravity-defying rack gyrated wonderfully as her saunter continued across the other side of the plaza.
“The brunette?” I asked in confusion. “Classmate of yours?”
Naimh snorted and then covered her mouth, her emerald-green eyes twinkling. Her whole upper body jostled with barely restrained laughter, and if I weren’t so befuddled I would’ve been hypnotized by the way her tits jiggled. And as her eyes turned into upside-down moons of mirth, she hugged herself against my side and remarked, “I s’pose you could say she’s an ex-classmate of mine.”
The busty brunette paused almost directly across from us in front of a campus map affixed to a metal post, presenting us with a view of a mouth-wateringly round rump that swayed hypnotically as she leaned over to finger a line between the “You Are Here” mark and her destination. A guy walking by cranked his neck around to keep the sight in view for as long as possible, right up until he ran into a light post. Luckily for him, it only caught him in the shoulder and not full in the face. But I only noticed his unfortunate accident in passing, because right then Naimh raised a hand in greeting and called out in a loud, clear voice, “Heyyy Girl! You made it! We’re over here!”
The majestic beauty twisted around at my Head Girlfriend’s call, so that for a moment her bodacious booty and glorious rack were both pointed in our direction. Her eyes scanned across the plaza as she renewed her strut, and caught mine with a flash of recognition.
That’s when the magnificent creature’s face split into a smile made of pure warmth that sent a lightning bolt straight through my heart, just before she squealed happily, “Matty!”
Holy shit.
Or perhaps I should’ve exclaimed, ¡Dios mío!
Her makeup was a little heavier than usual, giving her a slightly sharper, more angular look than I was used to. She’d added the blonde highlights in her hair. And she’d lost another few pounds as well, which had sculpted her cheekbones a little differently. But really there was no good reason why I shouldn’t have recognized her immediately, apart from perhaps her supermodel’s catwalk grace and über-confident poise catching me off-guard.
She came to a stop while putting one hand on her jutting hip, and a split-second later her incredible bosom stopped bouncing. Yet through all of her glamorous allure, I was fixated on that blindingly white smile she directed at me. It was a smile I knew - a smile I grew up with. One that would sometimes disappear below the surface. One that I took special pleasure in coaxing out of its hiding place. One I didn’t realize just how much I missed until this very moment.
It was a smile fit for an angel.
My angel.
“Hiii Matty,” she spoke.
And only then did I find my voice, greeting her with equal parts warmth and elated surprise, “Hello Mari.”
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Loneshot
I hope that reconnecting with the original group over the holidays will recenter Matt and the girls and maybe an outside perspective will help clear some things up. Zofi, Mari, and Alice to the rescue!
Loneshot
I was hoping that Matt would decide on his own to cut Isabela off, but since he didn’t, hopefully Skylar can help him see his way through this. Once again, I agree with Ave_Joe. Everyone is just focused on having sex instead of meaningful intimate relations. Naimh says she wants friends, but all she seems to be doing is looking for sexual partners. In BTC1 her main focus was on the relationships and friendship of the group to the point where she would rather go without sex than jeopardize their friendships. The only real meaningful friendship Naimh has developed is Skylar, and that’s just because Skylar is mature enough and strong enough (maybe a little damaged enough) to resist the easy path to pleasure. Belle is always focused on sex and we really have no idea what Sam is doing.
Uppercase
Also, the vibe is kind of racist, with all the emphasis on ethnic traits and stereotypes, and a little pedo with the infantilizing language used to describe Belle and the other smaller girls. In fact, short girls in BDA's stories are almost always "bratty" in personality type and described using child-type terminology.
Ave_Joe
Just not comfortable with the current vibe. Matty’s getting action but where’s the love. It’s like everyone is hooked on sex, not realizing being in love is what puts it over the top. Matty needs to have a no sex week, just so everyone can get their head out of their ass and realize what relationships they had while in high school. Also, will we ever learn what happened to Eva’s boyfriend?
Wookey
I enjoyed this chapter. A bit of drama. Hopefully Luna and Isabella will leave. Great to have the new and improved Mari back.
R.J. Miller
I am starting to see the problems with this new BTC... it does seem sort of forced. The original BTC was made up of long-time friends who started to experiment with their sexuality with one another, but even with the roller-coaster ride that sex with friends always seems to bring, the friendships managed to endure. This new BTC doesn't have that foundation. It seems like 2.0 exists because they WANT 2.0 to exist. Belle wants new girls to endulge her voyeuristic urges and cumslut ways. Sam wants to make certain that Matt is being taken care of while she is off buring herself in academics... the same way she did in high school. Naimh quite simply wants new friends that she can share with her boyfriend. And Matt is doing it to stop missing Mari, Alice, Holly, and Zofi... and maybe to keep his other girls happy. But I think this is starting to wear down Matt... I don't think he's physically tired as much as he's EMOTIONALLY exhausted. BTC 1.0 was made up of girls he loved and adored. The sex fulfilled him both physically and emotionally, and because of that, he NEVER thought of turning them down. Now at Berkeley, his accommodating personality hasn't changed, but he isn't quite getting the same fulfillment. He misses Sam terribly, and constantly notes her absence, Sam, in return, is becoming less and less a part of the group as a result of her academic focus. Belle is becoming more unstable with her wants and needs. And while his relationship with Naimh is actually thriving in this environment, she is not getting the friendships that the new BTC was supposed to provide. As for the new girls, other than Eva, they are just sort of... there. Isabella is just a fuckbuddy, for now, and Luna is her plus one. Lily dived in head first, but the lack of foundation is making her question exactly how strong her feelings really are. Eva is taking a slower route, and might actually stick as a result. And Skylar is really establishing herself as Matt and Naimh's friend with no intention on joining the BTC... for now. In the meantime, Skylar has taken on the role of "Mother". Thanksgiving break will either be good or bad for Matt. Either he will be refreshed by seeing the rest of the women he loves and adores, or he will be reminded of exactly what he has been missing this whole time... and it may cause future problems for the BTC at Berkeley.
