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VIP-BTC2: Chapter 35
🕑 Added 2023-01-19 20:01:00 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 35: In Committee --
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The girls had tossed out several suggestions for fun excursions to have our big OG BTC Reunion: beach trip, hiking trip, bowling, mini-golf, billiards and shuffleboard, mud baths and massages. But in the end there was no need for sightseeing, because the most important things to see were each other. There was no need for special activities, because the most important activity was reconnecting with each other.
The girls all agreed that what they wanted to do most was hang out and catch up on each other’s lives in private conversation without worrying about what other people might be around. They also wanted Matty Massages, which wouldn’t be suitable in public places.
And they wanted to get laid.
A lot.
So in the end, we all wound up just hanging around the house together. No special excursions - just good friends and good conversation.
And yes, good sex; but that part came later.
I woke up Saturday morning snuggled up with Eva as my personal teddy bear while she hugged my right arm to her chest like it was her personal teddy bear.
Alice, on the other hand, had opted to spend the night in Belle’s room next door rather than toss and turn all night while trying to share a mattress with another human being. Some girls simply preferred to sleep alone.
Although we woke up on Saturday morning, I felt like I could’ve easily slept in until Saturday afternoon instead. I really did need more rest. But the sound of the house’s doorbell stirred me from my slumber. And after gingerly prying my arm away from a pouting Eva who only reluctantly let it go, I threw on a shirt and pajama pants and headed downstairs.
Alice was already up and about, however, and had gone to greet our guests. I was only halfway down the stairs when Belle and Mari turned the corner, looked up at me, and gave me sunny smiles. Belle didn’t stop at the smile though, immediately thundering up the steps between us as if we’d been parted for two years instead of only two nights. And my adoring little Annabelle quickly buried her face into my stomach from two steps down, wrapping her arms around my thighs and clutching me like she never wanted to let me go.
When I descended to the floor with Belle still wrapped around me, Mari gave me that heartwarming smile I’d always loved and hugged me from the other side. She puckered up for a quick kiss, which I gladly gave her.
And then my stomach growled hungrily.
Alice had already prepared for this eventuality by making breakfast, so the girls sat me down at the dining table and watched me eat.
For the record, when I say they “watched me eat”, I really mean that they chatted with each other about anything and everything while ignoring me completely. It was the first time Belle and Mari had seen Alice since August, and although the girls had kept in touch somewhat during the intervening months, there was always something new to talk about.
Eva arrived twenty minutes later, all dolled up and dressed for the day. She greeted the girls politely and then went into the kitchen to fix herself a plate. And then she unobtrusively took a seat at the far end of the table, eating quietly and observing the other girls in conversation.
I’d finished a second plate of food by the time Eva finished her first, and I’d started thinking about getting thirds when Mari declared that she hadn’t received a proper Matty backrub yet today. So we moved things into the living room with my Angel’s ample booty parked on the couch between my spread legs as I went to work rubbing her shoulders, Alice and Belle on the other couch, and Eva draped in her usual armchair.
I was just finishing up with Mari when the sounds of the front door opening and girlish squeals echoed down the hall. Sam and Naimh turned the corner, with my Head Girlfriend exclaiming happily, “Mari! Alice!”
“Annnd everyone else!” Sam added with a laugh.
Naimh had already parked her suitcase against the wall and started skittering forward excitedly with her arms thrust outwards for hugs, and both of the NBGs got up to go embrace their old friends. Alice went to Naimh first while Mari went to Sam, and then they switched.
After that, Mari returned to sit in front of me to continue her backrub, so Sam shot her hand into the air and announced, “I call ‘next’!”
“Get in line, bitch!” Alice rebuked immediately with a smart-ass grin.
“Ahhh…” Sam sighed dreamily with a wide smile of contentment. “Now it feels like home.”
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“So what’s going on between you guys and this Skylar chick I keep hearing about?” Alice asked before taking a swig from her beer bottle and then crossing her right leg over her left knee.
I rolled my eyes. “Haven’t we already covered this before?”
“Well you guys may have covered this before, but nobody’s told me the juicy details,” Alice countered before gesturing with the bottle itself in the vague direction of Sam, Belle, and Mari on the opposite couch.
Sam blinked in surprise and gave Alice a blank look before turning her gaze to Belle and Mari.
Belle smirked and commented, “Don’t ask Sam. Sam’s never here and doesn’t know anything.”
“B…” Mari warned.
“No, she’s right,” Sam interjected. “I know I’ve been out of the loop. My own fault. It’s one reason why I appreciate us all getting together like this. I’m just now finding out what’s going on as much as Alice and Mari.”
“Seriously though,” Belle continued. “If you want the deets on Skylar, you should be asking Neevie and Matty. They’re the only two who ever spend time with her.”
Alice turned her attention to me and my Head Girlfriend, who sat together with Alice on the first couch while Eva was slouched across her armchair. I shrugged and said dismissively, “There’s nothing ‘going on’. Skylar’s my T.A.”
“Matty’s sweet on her,” Eva muttered from the armchair with an air of nonchalance, scrutinizing the black fingernail polish on her right hand. “He’d bang her if he could and happily welcome her into The BTC.”
I frowned and shot a glare at Eva, who pointedly ignored me and switched to scrutinizing the fingernails on her left hand. “Skylar’s made patently clear that our relationship isn’t like that.”
“Skylar wants to bang you too,” Eva remarked, still not bothering to look at me. “You’re the first younger man she’s taken an interest in, and--”
“Eva,” I barked.
“What?” The smirking hapa girl finally turned to wink at me. “It’s not like I brought up the way Skylar was flirting with--”
“Evelynn!” I scolded, and the use of her full name actually shut her up.
“Ooh! This sounds juicy.” Alice perked up. But Eva shook her head and waved dismissively.
“Skylar’s nice,” Naimh chimed in while squeezing my hand. “But she is Matty’s T.A. and would never do anything to jeopardize their student/teacher relationship. It wouldn’t be proper.”
“For now,” Belle pointed out. “Semester ends in a month.”
“She’ll still be five years older than us,” I pointed out.
Alice waggled her head. “Twenty-four to nineteen isn’t such a huge age gap. What’s the rule? Half your age plus seven? That puts nineteen within her range.”
“It’s not the years,” I argued. “It’s her place in life. She’s a grad student living on her own and getting ready to leave school and enter the real world. We’re barely three months into our first year of college.”
“But she does have really big boobs,” Belle mused. “I wonder how they taste.”
I rubbed my forehead and sighed.
“It’s not like that,” Naimh interjected. “I wanted to befriend Skylar as much as anyone, but she’s not… she’s not an equal, if that makes sense. She’s older, wiser. She’s someone Matty and I can talk to and ask for advice.”
Sam frowned. “You can still talk to the rest of us and ask for advice.”
“We would, if you were ever around,” Belle drawled. And Mari set her hand atop her BFF’s wrist while I also shot my Baby Belle a disappointed glance.
“Skylar’s someone outside of The BTC who knows enough of what’s going on without being part of The BTC,” I explained. “I don’t give her any of your secrets, but the fact that she’s just a friend and that there’s no intimacy between us means she’s unbiased and--”
“She’s your new ‘Mother’!” Sam exclaimed, snapping her fingers and sitting up straight.
I grimaced and shot her a look. “Really? You had to go there?”
Sam smirked and raised both eyebrows. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong.”
Sam chuckled, shook her head like she didn’t believe me, and sat back in her seat while everyone else laughed.
“Skylar really isn’t Matty’s ‘Mother’,” Naimh insisted. “If for no other reason than Matty really would bang Skylar if he could.”
“That’s assuming Matty had no interest in banging his actual mother,” Sam chided.
“Really?!?” I groaned. “You had to go there?”
Everyone laughed even harder.
“Maybe you should pull out one of his mother’s power suits again,” Belle quipped while slapping Sam’s knee.
“Annnd this conversation is over,” I declared.
“Wait-wait-wait,” Eva interrupted while swinging her legs off the armrest and sitting up straight. “What is this about Matty and his mother?”
“It’s nothing serious. We’re just teasing.” Mari piped up, giving Eva a kind look. “It’s just that Matty’s mom is… uh… well-endowed…”
Eva smirked when Mari cupped her own big bosoms and hefted them.
Mari smiled and continued, “So we’ve always sorta joked--”
“She gets it Mari,” I interrupted.
“--about him having an Oedipus Complex--”
“I said she gets it.”
“--when it comes to his preference in females,” Mari finished, giving me a silly little smile.
Once again, I rubbed my forehead and sighed.
“Seriously though,” Sam assured Eva. “He’s never actually taken any interest in his own mum.”
Eva smirked and nodded her understanding.
“Unlike Skylar,” Eva drawled. “He’s definitely interested.”
I sighed and shrugged, shaking my head.
Sam eyed me carefully. “That expression isn’t a denial. That’s a, ‘I AM interested but I’d rather not go there.’ Should the rest of us have reason to be jealous?”
I frowned. “Would me hooking up with Skylar make you jealous?”
“No, of course not,” Sam replied immediately, but with a tension in her eyes that surprised me. My former Head Girlfriend had never shown any jealousy over my flirtations with Lily, Eva, or Isabela. But perhaps there was something different about Skylar that put her on edge.
I took a moment to collect myself before replying. I’d never shied away from open honesty with my girls - especially not about something as important as this - and I wanted them all to know how I really felt without being defensive about it.
“Skylar’s hot,” I began. “I think you all know that. Well, maybe Alice hasn’t met her, but--”
“Skylar’s hot,” Mari interjected with an affirmative nod for Alice. “Like… super-hot. But then we’re used to that - hanging out with girls like Sam and Neevie.”
“You’re super-hot,” Naimh told Mari. “‘Scorching like the sun’ hot, girlfriend.”
Mari blushed at the compliment, her old sweet shyness returning for a moment.
“So on a purely physical level,” I continued, “of course I’m attracted to her. Neevie’s attracted to her.”
“Hundred percent,” my Irish girlfriend chimed in, and everyone chuckled.
“So yeah, if Skylar ever changed her mind about keeping things platonic, I’d definitely be tempted,” I admitted.
“I’d have my face in her titties three seconds after she gave me permission,” Naimh added, and everyone laughed.
I was a little more thoughtful in my response, collecting myself before looking around the room at all of the girls, stating, “I suppose I’ve been spoiled in my relationships with all of you. Our friendships have always been blended with sexual tension, from all the teasing and flirtations while holding ourselves back because of ‘The Rule’, to pushing past the platonic barrier and adding physical intimacy to our closely held emotional relationships. In that sense, I guess it feels only natural for my friendship with Skylar to deepen into a sexual one. And yet I’m consciously aware that she’s chosen not to cross that line, and I have to respect that. I DO respect that. And I don’t really think that’ll ever change.”
“But if she did change her mind…” Alice led me.
I smirked and shrugged. But rather than immediately reply in the affirmative, I first looked at Sam and stated, “I’d have to pause and make sure nobody felt jealous.”
“I wouldn’t be jealous,” Sam stated immediately, with a firm nod. I thought I read some tension in her eyes, but chose not to press the issue and make her more defensive. It was a moot point, since Skylar and I weren’t going to hook up anyways.
“Seriously though, I really AM more interested in Skylar’s friendship,” I said sincerely, looking around at all the girls. “She’s made it clear she doesn’t want to join The BTC, and that’s totally fine. We’re all allowed to have friends outside of the club. I enjoy chatting with her a couple of times a week and her apartment makes for a convenient place to hang out between classes. She’s got a worldly, been-there/done-that maturity that’s reassuring. And there’s a mystery there - disowned by her parents, ostracized from her college friends - that still intrigues me.”
“I know, right?” Naimh added.
I took a deep breath before continuing, and then I turned my full attention directly to Sam. “Skylar’s NOT my new ‘Mother’, but I do appreciate her advice. I think that ‘elder-wiser-student to newbie-freshman’ is the way our relationship is supposed to be. She’ll get her master’s degree and move on at the end of the year, and I’ll feel better prepared to continue my college career. And it really doesn’t have to be anything more than that.”
Sam nodded her agreement and then looked around at all the other girls, who were still scrutinizing her reaction. She then rolled her eyes and muttered, “I already said I wouldn’t be jealous!”
The girls all laughed.
“Let’s move on,” Alice suggested. “This conversation is turning into a buzzkill, and we’re in danger of spoiling the mood and rendering our boyfriend’s manhood useless to us for the entire evening.”
“Eh, I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Eva drawled. “Just put Sam in one of his mom’s power suits and problem solved, right?”
I picked my head up to glare at her. “Didn’t we just agree to move--”
Eva was already cackling an evil villain laugh.
“Changing subject to someone that’ll kill this mood,” I muttered, leaning forward and pointing straight at Eva. “When was the last time you saw Lily?”
That certainly shut up Eva’s laughter. She immediately frowned and sat up straight.
“I know you went back to Mrs. Morris’s house to collect new clothes,” I continued, my gaze expectant. “Was Lily there? Was there any sign she’d come home at all?”
Eva’s gaze slid over to Belle for a moment before returning back to me. The Hawaiian girl swallowed thickly before nodding. “Her bed was freshly rumpled and she added dirty clothes to her hamper. I think she slept in her own bed last night.”
Alice narrowed her eyes. “Wait, what’s going on with Lily? Last I heard, she and Belle were - what was the phrase? - two peas in a pod.”
“The pod broke,” Mari drawled, squeezing Belle’s hand.
“Belle broke Lily’s heart,” Eva explained.
“I didn’t…” Belle began before grimacing as her voice trailed off. “I didn’t want to get her hopes up.”
“And then Lily broke up with Matty and isn’t BTC anymore,” Eva continued.
“Well, hang on a sec,” Naimh began. “I know Lily’s taking a break for a while to think about what she wants, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t BTC anymore.”
“Lily said she’s not BTC anymore,” Eva contradicted. “She misses everyone, but as far as she’s concerned, it’s a real breakup. And people don’t hang around with their exes after a breakup. She spends all her time with another group of friends from the Hawai’i Club. That’s it.”
“Aww…” Alice’s eyes tightened as she gave Belle a sad look. “I’m sorry, B.”
“It’s fine. I’m fine,” Belle shrugged.
“More than fine, given how buddy-buddy you’ve gotten with Isabela lately,” Eva drawled.
“What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?” Belle barked, her eyes hot.
Eva’s eyebrows went up, and in a super-chill tone, she replied quite calmly, “If you can’t take it, don’t dish it.”
Sam snorted. And Belle was suddenly glaring at Sam as well.
“I do NOT want a repeat of Santa Cruz, please,” I muttered.
“Yeah, can we NOT ruin my big orgy plans?” Naimh added.
“Who the fuck is Isabela?” Alice queried. “I am REALLY out of the loop, aren’t I?”
“That’s what you get for missing the last two group chats,” Mari chided lightly. She glanced back at Belle momentarily before informing Alice, “I briefly met Isabela outside his classroom. Beautiful, busty Latina. So eager to replace me, Matty?”
I blinked in surprise but recovered quickly, stating, “You are one hundred percent irreplaceable, Angel. There could never be a Mari 2.0.”
The gorgeous brunette grinned, waggling her finger at everyone in the room. “And don’t any of you forget it.”
Everyone laughed.
“Isabela and Luna are the new girls,” Eva explained to Alice. “Good lord, that sounds so weird to say - used to be that me and Lily were the new girls.”
“I remember what it was like to be the new girl,” Naimh piped up. “I know how you feel.”
“Neevie probably had it worse, actually,” Mari stated thoughtfully. “Me and Belle, Sam and Zofi, Alice and Matty: we’d been together for all of high school. It couldn’t have been easy for you to try and fit in with everyone else pair-bonded for years already.” That last part was directed at Naimh.
The redhead nodded slowly, admitting, “It wasn’t easy.”
“I at least came in with another girl, and Lily did all the ice-breaking for both of us,” Eva offered, and then gestured at me, Sam, and Belle. “On top of that, the three of you had all just lost your best friends and were much more open to meeting new people at the beginning of your college careers.”
Naimh smiled. “But now you’re one of us, and we’re happy to have you.”
“Well we haven’t had her yet,” Belle drawled with a kidding-not-kidding sort of expression that made everyone chuckle (nervously-not-nervously?).
“The point is,” Eva continued, turning her attention to Alice, “Isabela and Luna only hooked up with the group two weeks ago.”
“That was the first time you finally hooked up with the group,” Belle pointed out with a sharp look. “And like I said: you still haven’t actually hooked up with any of the rest of us, so one would argue that Isabela and Luna have actually been more involved with the BTC girls than you have.”
“Nobody in the BTC has to do anything they’re not a hundred percent comfortable with,” I stated seriously.
“Ohhh… riiight…” Alice drawled with a grin while jerking a thumb at Eva. “Y’all still think she’s totally straight.”
Belle blinked in surprise. “You’re saying she’s not?”
Alice smirked again, and Eva started blushing pink just before Alice explained, “Eva’s actually pretty good at eating pussy.”
“Whoa-whoa-whoa!” Belle squawked, her eyes popping open wide. “Seriously?!?”
“Yup,” Alice confirmed. “She spent half of yesterday with her face in my cooch while we worked together to drain Matty dry.”
“How the fuck did you manage to pull THAT off?!?” Belle squealed, while at the same time, Naimh complained, “‘Drain Matty dry’? Seriously? Didn’t I tell everyone to let him rest up on Friday so he’d be fresh for tonight?”
Belle and Sam glanced at each other, and Sam pointed out, “Don’t look at us. We weren’t even here.”
“Oops,” Eva muttered, blushing again. “I really would’ve let him rest. But then Alice showed me The Little Mermaid and things… uhhh… kinda got out of hand.”
Belle was goggle-eyed in shock. Sam was smirking. And Mari was cracking up, a hand covering her face.
Neevie, meanwhile, was grinning as her gaze darted back and forth between Alice and Eva. “Any chance we can get a demonstration?” she teased, her eyebrows waggling.
Alice smirked, and Eva blushed for a second. But a moment later, the hapa girl grinned and said, “If it involves me sitting on Matty’s gorgeous dick, I’m up for a replay.”
“Yes please,” Belle stated immediately, raising her hand in the air.
“I was kidding!” Naimh laughed.
“I wasn’t,” Belle drawled with a grin.
“Actually,” Sam interjected, “since we’re all here, it’s a good time to discuss in committee how serious you all are about welcoming Isabela and Luna into The BTC.”
Belle groaned and let her head loll backwards. “A committee meeting? Now?”
“We’re all here together.”
“You mean you’re here for once,” Belle sighed while picking her head back up. “You didn’t seem to be all that concerned with discussing things ‘in committee’ when cramming Isabela’s head to your crotch five minutes after meeting her for the very first time.”
Sam blushed. “When in Rome…”
“Besides: this has nothing to do with Mari or Alice,” Belle continued, tapping her BFF’s knee. “We shouldn’t waste their time on this stuff.
“Actually, I wouldn’t mind learning more about the two new girls,” Mari said.
“Are you saying I still have veto power if I don’t like these chicks? I’m in for a committee meeting!” Alice quipped.
“We’ve never vetoed anybody,” Belle muttered.
“Kari Appleby. First semester, junior year,” Alice countered.
Belle’s eyes narrowed. “Does she really count?”
“Oh she counts,” Alice insisted.
“But she ended up leaving on her own, didn’t she? We didn’t actually veto her ou--”
“She left because me and Sam realized she was only hanging out with us because she was a backstabbing bitch who only wanted to take Matty’s cherry and didn’t give two shits about the rest of us but was only pretending to get along--”
“Alright, alright, you’ve made your point,” Sam interrupted Alice.
Naimh piped up, “I wasn’t around when this Kari Apple-whoever tried to join up, but I was at least around for Holly, Lily, and Eva. My sense is that if a girl truly wants to be part of The BTC, she really needs--”
“--needs to have a big rack,” Eva finished for her with a sardonic grin. And when Neevie sighed, Eva shrugged and added, “What? Am I wrong about that?”
“Cup-size has never been a requirement,” I stated seriously. “It… uhhh… just kinda turned out that way.”
“Oedipus Complex…” Mari drawled, to which I merely rolled my eyes.
“I know the jury is still out on whether or not Isabela or Luna are truly BTC material,” Naimh said reasonably. “Voyeur Belle’s joking aside, a willingness to sit down on Matty’s dick has never been an actual requirement.”
“Coulda fooled me,” Eva muttered.
Naimh shot her an annoyed look before continuing seriously, “Friendship. Sisterhood. A willingness to share all of who we are with each other without jealousy. All for one, and one for all. Am I wrong?”
“Exactly which of those qualifications did Eva fulfill before we granted her BTC membership?” Belle queried.
“I was a package deal with Lily, remember?” Eva muttered. “Unless you’re going with the willingness to sit down on Matty’s dick qualification.”
Belle smirked, but Naimh leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, stating seriously, “In your case, we were willing to extend to you friendship, sisterhood, and a willingness to share without jealousy. For Matty’s sake, because he clearly felt something for you. For Lily’s sake, in part yes because you were her roommate. I choose to believe you can still grow together with this special group of friends and ultimately share with us your own feelings of friendship and sisterhood. And at the very least, it seems like you’ve got Alice’s vote.”
Alice’s hand thrust up into the air. “I concur! On the basis of Eva’s leet PlayStation skills. And the cunnilingus skill doesn’t hurt. Eva’s a cool chick!”
Everyone smiled at that.
Sam’s eyebrows arched. “And do you think Isabela and Luna can likewise grow together with this group?”
“Luna, for sure,” Naimh stated immediately.
“Doesn’t qualify on cup-size,” Eva drawled.
I shot her a look, and the hapa girl blushed and slouched in her armchair.
Naimh sat up straight and continued, “Luna is super, super sweet. I would’ve thought she’d be a package deal with Isabela, but Luna’s come over to visit several times even without her girlfriend. She’s smart and generous and doesn’t have a big ego about anything. I mean, it’s certainly still early and it may be a situation of, ‘Where Isabela goes, so goes Luna’. But if Luna wanted to join, I would certainly vote ‘yes’ for her.”
“As you said,” I interjected, “it may be a situation of, ‘Where Isabela goes, so goes Luna’.”
Mari leaned forward and asked thoughtfully, “And you think Isabela is the type who would… go?”
I shrugged and remarked, “I think the jury is still out on her. Isabela enjoys sex and she’s currently enjoying having sex with all of us. But I honestly don’t get the sense she’s very interested in the bonds of sisterhood and all that. I mean, how many serious conversations about NON-sexual topics have you all had with her? It’s ‘zero’ for me.”
Naimh, Belle, and Sam all glanced at each other and shrugged. Naimh piped up, “Does talking about cosplay count?”
I arched an eyebrow. “You mean Isabela hanging out to the side watching you and Luna talking about cosplay and Isabela making occasional interjections about how fucking hot and sexy you’d look in a costume that she can’t wait to peel it off you and slither her tongue up your twat?”
Naimh blinked, winced, and muttered, “Okay ‘zero’.”
I smirked. “Isabela just strikes me more as a Holly-type, but even more so. She’s having fun with us right now, but when things start to get routine, I’m expecting she’ll get bored and move on to find fresh conquests. She’s not a long-term fit.”
All six of the girls in the room exchanged glances back and forth, with Alice and Mari looking curious, Sam looking thoughtful, and Naimh nodding slowly.
Belle was scowling though, and muttered, “I don’t think you’re being quite fair to Isabela. Just because she hasn’t turned into a swooning, lovesick fangirl over you doesn’t mean she isn’t interested in the bonds of sisterhood. She’s told ME quite plainly that she’d love to be in The BTC.”
“Then why doesn’t she spend more time with us?” Naimh asked carefully. “We’ve made it clear she’s welcome to hang out socially. But instead she’s only dropped in for a day or two to primarily have sex.”
Belle shrugged. “As Matty pointed out, she’s more of a social butterfly Holly-type. She’s got other people she hangs out with. We’re not her only circle of friends.”
Naimh narrowed her eyes. “Doesn’t seem particularly dedicated to bonding with everyone. For all the arguments against Eva being BTC, at least she spent a lot of time with us.”
“A helluva lot more time with us than Sam has this semester,” Belle muttered.
“Good lord you’re still going, B?” I groaned.
“Don’t misunderstand.” Belle glanced back and forth between me and the blonde beside her, finally settling on Sam, “I don’t complain because I’m trying to antagonize you. I complain because I want you around more often. You’re my friend, one of the best friends I’ve had since we were kids. You’re an amazing human being with the drive and power to change the world, and I miss having you here with us to change MY world.”
“Belle…” Sam said with a sweet sigh, looking touched.
“AND I’m trying to antagonize you,” Belle continued without missing a beat, “Because when it comes to protecting Matty’s heart I am fierce and I know how much he loves you and when it comes to your relationship with him you are doing it wrong and if it means me antagonizing you and making you uncomfortable with the status quo until you figure out a way to make him a higher priority than you have been then guess what, I’m gonna antagonize you. So supposedly we have veto power, right Alice? If you keep this up, Sam, Imma gonna veto your BTC membership.”
“Belle, that’s enough,” I rebuked sternly while Mari scolded at the same time, “B, that isn’t funny.”
“That’s one vote where you’d stand alone,” Naimh warned Belle. “We don’t abandon each other, for any reason. Our roots are ALL intertwined.”
But Belle brushed us all off. “I’m just saying: Neevie’s the one who brought up dedicated time. For all her social butterfly tendencies, we’ve still seen more of Isabela lately than Sam. If Isabela and Luna want in, I think the least we could do is NOT veto them and let them take Holly status at a minimum.”
“Speaking of Holly, where is she?” Mari chimed in. “Wasn’t she supposed to join us as well?”
“Probably happy to skip all the relationship drama,” Alice muttered.
“Probably knew we’d end up having a committee meeting first,” Belle quipped.
“Probably looking to make a fashionably late entrance,” Sam mused aloud.
“Funny you mention that…” Eva drawled, leaning back in the armchair and staring out the bay window.
A moment later, the doorbell rang… and then rang again… and then rang again.
Alice was already up and off the couch, heading for the short hallway.
And ten seconds later, a beautiful, buxom, blue-haired babe turned the corner and thrust both arms up into the air.
“What up, bitches?!?”
****
Seven girls paraded out from Naimh’s bedroom in a single file line.
Seven girls wore the kind of special makeup suitable for a fancy event like prom or a wedding or a girl’s night out, even though we were only in the living room and had no plans to leave the house, not that I noticed their heavy makeup right away. How could I?
Because seven girls were dressed in color-coded lingerie.
Yes, the girls had done this for me before.
Yes, I was thrilled that they were doing so again. My Head Girlfriend had the best ideas.
Seven buxom babes clad in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and pink strutted around the living room wearing high heels that went [clack, clack, clack] on the hardwood floors.
Seven buxom babes shook their tits and asses at me while sashaying counterclockwise around the living room.
Seven buxom babes finally formed a semi-circle in front of me and stood in place, posing prettily and preening for attention.
I nearly gave myself whiplash trying to look everywhere at once.
Head Girlfriend Naimh was in the lead, wearing a fire-engine red ensemble that accentuated her copper-colored hair. The strapless, structured corset pushed up her big boobs to overflowing and the panties consisted of a tiny, transparent triangle through which her copper-colored mound could be seen. And gartered red stockings ended in red high-heeled “come fuck me” pumps. When she turned around to waggle her heart-shaped ass at me, bisected only by the thinnest of thong straps, I could already envision bending over my personal Irish beauty and skewering her sacred core.
My Mariangel wore a sheer apricot orange babydoll nightie with a deep V-cut, low enough to expose not only her upper cleavage, but also the lower triangle of cleavage where her round breasts curved away from each other. Through the transparent lace panels I could see that she likewise wore tiny thong panties, the strap of which completely disappeared between her ample asscheeks when she spun around and bounced her bootylicious butt at me. The warm color blended with her blonde highlighted hair and brought a sunny illumination to the room. Her legs were bare save for platform high-heels in a coordinating orange color. And I was seized with a vision of having the beautiful, buxom brunette bombshell kneel before me and give me a tittyfuck before I slammed my dick all the way down her throat and skullfucked her harder than I’d ever done before in my life.
Eva was attired in hibiscus yellow, wearing a butterfly-shaped halter bra that didn’t obscure her side tattoo and a yellow thong. Her nearly bare feet were shod with very thin soles that arched very high with four-inch stilettos that made her long, lithe legs appear even longer, and featured crisscrossing straps that extended several inches up her calves. Her almond eyes were accented with heavy black mid-wing eyeliner that made her blue-color contacts stand out in sharp contrast, along with golden eyeshadow that gave her an otherworldly, exotic look. Her jet-black hair had been gathered up into a high single ponytail, and when she turned to face away from me and crossed her forearms together behind her lower back, I could already imagine using that long ponytail as reins to really ride her.
My Baby Belle was garmented in verdant green, with a strapless lace bra and the same tiny thong panties as the others. She wore thigh-high hold-up stockings in sheer lace green and matching platform pumps that boosted her height, with a tiny circle of black satin around the ankles to match the same black choker with dangling crucifix that she’d first worn for me that morning with the Catholic schoolgirl outfit. She wore heavy black raccoon eye makeup that turned her into something of a mature, dangerous seductress juxtaposed by twisting her strawberry-blonde locks into two braided pigtails that jutted out to the sides and made me want to hold onto them like handlebars while yanking her head all the way down against my crotch. But despite her naughty little girl look, I found myself wanting to cradle her in my arms and tenderly make love to my darling Annabelle. At least until she turned around to shake her booty at me, and I saw the familiar blue crystal plugging her backdoor.
My hometown hottie Holly was clad in electric blue to go along with her shimmering electric blue hair. She also wore heavy black eyeliner with clouds of light blue eyeshadow and jets of dark blue, red, and green lines that painted her face rather like an ethereal Cirque du Soleil character. Her shiny blue lycra top had a high neck and covered her shoulders but featured a large oval cutout that almost completely exposed her chest, banded just beneath her breasts to leave her taut abdominals bare. Beneath her blue thong panties, two-inch shiny blue lycra cuffs circled her upper thighs, leaving a gap of pale skin above the matching stockings banded just above her knees that blended seamlessly into her blue high-heeled pumps. I found myself wanting to lay back and let her ride me, just to watch such an alluringly beautiful… creature… climb aboard and have her way with me.
Athletic Alice wore a purple sports bra of all things, but at least it was the kind of scoop-necked sports bra designed to show off “the girls” instead of a traditionally functional one that kept everything strapped down. Her black hair was held back by a purple headband, and while she still didn’t wear as much makeup as the other girls, she was still wearing as much as I’d ever seen her use before, well-suited to her cuuute, pretty face. Beneath her tiny purple thong, her lower legs were clad in purple spandex leg warmers. Rather than wear high heels like the others, she wore purple Converse high tops with one-inch-thick white platforms. And I wanted to fuck her folded in half beneath me with those chunky shoes waving in the air beside my head.
Last but certainly not least, my sweet Sam was pretty in pink. Her scoop-necked pink top was trimmed with white fuzz and featured a white zipper down the middle that she played with rather coyly, making her lush cleavage disappear and reappear for me when she knew she had my attention. Beneath the now ubiquitous thong, her legs were covered with matching pink stockings and finished with pink “come fuck me” pumps. Her shortened platinum-blonde hair was held back by a matching pink and white headband featuring a pink flower. Overall she was more innocently adorable than I’d seen her in a long, long time, in a way that made me want to simply hold her in my arms and cuddle close together without any need for sex.
The seven girls before me continued to preen and pose for a few minutes, so I had the time to stop trying to look at all of them simultaneously. But after running my appreciative gaze over their nubile teenage bodies back and forth a few times, I finally brought my attention to Sam.
“Now would normally be the time you’d give me a couple of pills and tell me to hydrate,” I remarked with a shrug.
It was Naimh who replied, though, saying, “And leave you with the kind of splitting headache and brain fog that wiped you out for four days after Prom? Matty, no. That stuff was fun to try out a couple of times, but we wouldn’t do that to you.”
“Well, we wouldn’t do that to you again,” Mari clarified, giving me a sheepish look.
“Unless it was a super-duper special occasion!” Belle chimed in wickedly.
“We’ve got all weekend,” Naimh told me reassuringly. “That should be plenty of time for you to collect all seven prizes.”
I blinked. “All seven what now?”
“Prizes!” Naimh cheered enthusiastically, tucking her thumbs into the thin sides of her thong panties. “One prize each from seven girls.”
I blinked again. “And what exactly do I need to collect a prize?”
“Anal creampies!” Holly cheered enthusiastically, thrusting both hands up into the air.
I blinked again. “Wait, what?!?”
It was gonna be a helluva weekend.
****
Although I apparently needed to give a girl an anal creampie to earn each of my “prizes”, we had no intention of skipping past all the appetizers or main courses on the way to dessert.
Rather than go straight to sex, the girls started reenacting their “nude in high heels” bootcamp from high school to continue their education in becoming good and proper sex kittens, albeit while wearing sexy lingerie instead of being nude (well, and Alice’s platform Chucks). Not to knock full-nudity, but I’d already seen each of the girls in the buff countless times by now. And there was something so much more… titillating… about the girls flashing me sneak peeks at their goodies instead of simply stripping down.
For the better part of an hour, my seven BTC ladies took turns parading around the living room practicing their runway walks, testing out optimal angles for bending over to show me their cleavage, and presenting me with their thong-clad booties while simultaneously twisting their torsos to put their big bosoms in profile, things like that.
It was a new experience for both Eva and Holly, although Holly immediately took charge of the bootcamp and became one of the trainers rather than a trainee, citing her wealth of experience in strutting around on heels as a seductive siren.
Eva, on the other hand, waffled back and forth between drumming up the bravado to put on a performance and losing her nerve as she lost character: turning her back to us, closing her eyes, and reverting to her usual closed-off state. But when I tried to tell her gently that she didn’t have to do this if she wasn’t comfortable with it, she’d shake her hands out and bob her head, insisting, ‘I’m good. I can do this.’ And a minute later she’d get it together, and she’d strut her stuff as confidently as any of the others.
It truly felt like old times back in my hometown family room. The girls each cheered and supported each other from the audience, giving tips to adjust a girl’s knee angle or dip someone’s chin down another inch. Three girls would line up in a row, each with a hip cocked to the side, hands on waists, and coy “come hither” expressions peering back at me over their shoulders. I definitely felt “The Cheerleader Effect” as the combined total of all three of them looking at me like that stirred my loins more than even the sum of each could’ve accomplished. The other four girls would cheer, hoot, and holler when the trio on the floor would get it all “just right” (in my opinion, they never got it wrong). And then another three girls would step up and try a different pose.
I still remembered shy Mari faltering during her opening strip tease back in high school, punctuated by Naimh calling out in a hybrid Irish/Cajun accent, ‘You can do it!’
Today, however, my Angel was all cool confidence as she let her blonde-highlighted tresses swish back and forth while she strutted across the room, cocked her hips, and then let her hands roam all over her body beneath her babydoll, even sliding into her bra cups to palm her big boobies and pinch her nipples in a way that made my mouth water to taste them and replace her hands with my own.
Sam got a real kick out of playing with that bra zipper. The top was tight enough to slightly compress her massive Double-D rack, and whenever she unzipped it low enough, her tits would quite literally burst forth a bit over the neckline.
And then one time she went ahead and unzipped it all the way, pulling the two halves apart and shaking her moneymakers side-to-side much to everyone’s cheers and squeals.
Self-proclaimed professional seductress Holly actually messed up a move: trying to spin a quick one-eighty on the tip of her pointy shoes. She lost her balance three-quarters of the way through and nearly knocked over the TV, just catching herself on the video cabinet. She blushed as pink as her hair had ever been, but although there was laughter from the crowd, none of it was derisive. And when she tried again and aced the spin at the end, the room erupted with joyful screams.
Afterwards, Sam surveyed the room, asking, “Alright, who wants to try doing the same spin Holly jus-- NEEVIE!”
“What? WHAT?” Naimh yelped like a kid who’d gotten caught with her hand in the cookie jar, flushing pink enough to make her freckles disappear as she jerked her head around to the source of the holler.
“What do you mean ‘What’?!?” my platinum-blonde ex-Head Girlfriend squalled in exasperation, gesturing emphatically with both hands at the Irish redhead straddling my lap.
“Well… Uhhh… you know me…” Naimh muttered in embarrassment. Having briefly stopped moving when Sam first squawked at her, my horny nymphomaniac Head Girlfriend resumed her up and down undulations with her Goldilocks-perfect pussy wrapped tightly around my upright dick. “I couldna help meself.”
“What did you think was gonna happen when you started having girls sit in his lap?” Holly drawled mirthfully.
Indeed, the girls had been taking turns grinding their thong-clad asses against my growing bulge. I’d still had my pajama pants on, so there hadn’t been any direct skin-to-skin contact. At least, not until Naimh had gone ahead and fished my erection through the flap of both my pajama pants and boxer shorts and then quietly sat herself down on it a few minutes ago while Belle was taking a turn down our makeshift “runway”.
Sam sighed and glanced around at the other girls. Rather than stare at me and Naimh reproachfully, each and every one of them stared rather… hungrily… eager to be next. But before my former Head Girlfriend could take a deep breath and make some sort of statement retroactively permitting such behavior, Naimh cleared her throat and spoke first.
“New rule! We keep going with the catwalk practice, but every girl gets five minutes to impale herself in Matty’s lap!” my current Head Girlfriend declared.
Alice’s hand shot into the air. “I call ‘next’!”
“Sorry… we stick to the order,” Naimh apologized. And after gyrating herself around my upright pole a few more times, she sighed and then stepped off me. “Mari, orange is next.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice!” my Angel enthused, hopping up from her seat.
“But you haven’t gotten five minutes yet,” Eva pointed out.
“I’m good,” Naimh replied with a warm smile while watching Mari settle into position in my lap. “Happy to share.”
“Waitaminute. If we stick to the order, that means I go last!” Sam complained.
“It also means Matty’ll make sure he saves himself until the end for you,” Belle reasoned. “Get him close enough, and he’ll have to switch holes at the end so you can give him the first prize.”
“Ooh, good point!” Sam enthused while my luscious Latina Angel settled her sweet pussy around my stiff schlong. And the blonde waggled her finger in Mari’s face. “Do NOT make him pop.”
Damn I loved my life.
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