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BTC2: Chapter 22
🕑 Added 2022-12-22 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
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-- CHAPTER 22: Just Sex --
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“I love you.”
Eva’s words hung above us, lingering in the air along with the scents of salty sweat and tangy bodily fluids resulting from a pair of teenagers having a wild and crazy round of aggressive sex. My thick prick remained rigidly hard within the sodden girl’s stretched rectum. And the weight of my body continued to crush hers over the armrest.
Eva’s arm, however, slipped away from my head to hang off the side of the couch and then plant it’s hand down against the floor. As realization of the words she’d just said dawned on her, I felt her entire body tense up beneath mine. And I got the distinct sense that she would’ve gotten up and run away from me had my heavy bulk not been physically pinning her down with my dick still in her ass.
“I didn’t mean that,” Eva stated hurriedly, glancing back at me over her shoulder, swallowing thickly, and generally looking panicked overall. “I… I… I don’t know why I said that. I don’t love you - just so we’re clear. I… I think I jus--”
“Shhh…” I soothed, rubbing her shoulder with my left hand while bracing my right hand onto the couch cushion for leverage to start doing a push-up. “It’s alright, it’s alright.”
“I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea about us.”
“It’s cool. Don’t sweat it,” I reassured her, now planting both hands flat on the cushion and pushing my upper body entirely off of hers. She was still pretty tense, though, which included keeping her clenched colon clamped around my cock. And when I started tugging my turgid tool out, she instinctively tightened up even more as if trying to prevent an involuntary bowel movement.
But a second later she realized what she was doing and exhaled slowly, visibly relaxing herself. That allowed me to finally extract my spent cock from her no-longer-virgin asshole, and I quickly grabbed several tissues from the box on the sofa table, handed her the wad, and then ducked down to grab the box of baby wipes from under the couch in the same spot where I kept the lube.
Eva slid herself off the armrest, kicked off her jeans and panties, and then parked herself sideways on the couch: semi-upright but with her hips twisted so she could reach back with one hand and blot up the initial globs of semen that had started leaking from her gaping anus. She gave me a thankful look when I also handed her some of the baby wipes, and blushed bright pink.
“I like you, Matty,” she muttered in obvious embarrassment. “But what I feel for you is NOT love. I know what real love is, and that isn’t part of our relationship. I feel safe with you, which is really important to me, and I think I let my guard down a little bit and the wrong words came out.”
“It’s cool. I understand.”
“Besides, you don’t need me for ‘love’. You’ve got four girlfriends for that.”
“I like you too,” I replied with a smile. “And I’d be flattered if you felt real love for me, but I know this is just sex to you.”
Eva instantly frowned, her cool blue eyes narrowing. “I’m not a slut.”
I blinked and jerked my head back in surprise. “I’m sorry. I never meant to imply you were.”
“I’ve never hooked up with a guy just to get laid,” she insisted. “This isn’t ‘just sex’ to me. Is it ‘just sex’ to you? I thought I meant more to you than a random hookup.”
“You do, you do,” I insisted. “We’re friends, and you mean way more to me than a hookup. I just thought… I mean… You’ve made it clear that you don’t want to get emotionally involved. That’s truly all I meant by the words ‘just sex’.”
Her eyes narrowed as if she wasn’t sure whether to believe me or not.
I held my hands up defensively and sighed. “Okay this is where I pull the ‘clueless male’ card, because I’m just a guy and I’m trying my best to figure out where exactly you want me to be on the emotional spectrum right now. A minute ago you seemed desperate to take back your ‘I love you’ admission and I thought I was helping that along by saying it was ‘just sex’ but now I’m in trouble for saying it was ‘just sex’ and really all I want to do say is that I like you, that I’m your friend, and that I’m trying really, really hard to be whatever you need me to be.”
Eva studied me curiously but did not immediately respond.
“You’re not my girlfriend and we’re not ‘in love’, but you’re not just a hot body to be used and easily discarded afterwards, either. I’m sorry if my words came out wrong before. I really didn’t mean to imply our relationship was anything less than meaningful. You ARE meaningful, and I value your presence in my life, but you are fucking confusing.”
Eva smirked and seemed to rather relish the idea of being “confusing”.
“This isn’t ‘lovemaking’, but you’re still more emotionally invested in our relationship than ‘just sex’. You come over to hang out, play video games with me, and fuck my brains out every now and again when the mood strikes, but then we only ever do this when we’re all alone in the house with nobody else around. You act like the girls don’t know we’re fucking when we both know they really do. I don’t think it’s a selective amnesia thing, but I get stuck sometimes when we’re all in a group and I’m free to be physically affectionate with the others, but if I’m like giving you a back massage and feel like leaning over and kissing your neck, I have to hold back that impulse because I know you don’t want to let them see me being intimate with you like that, and it’s all just so… so…”
“Confusing?”
“Yes.”
Eva sighed and glanced away from me. “Would it help if I said I was just as confused as you are?”
“Yes.”
Eva shrugged and stated plainly. “I’m just as confused as you are.”
I held my hands up. “I don’t know what you want from me.”
Eva narrowed her eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“I just want to understand you better. Confused yourself or not, I want you to try telling me what you want from me.”
She took a deep breath and then bit her lip, clearly uncertain how to respond. Gathering her thoughts, she glanced down at the wad of tissues she’d been using to blot up my cum still trickling out of her stretched asshole. She chuckled and observed lightly, “Fuck, you shot a LOT in me. Pretty sure there’s more than you normally put into my pussy. You must’ve really liked fucking my ass.”
I blinked at the change in topic but remarked with a grin, “You have an amazing ass.”
She winced and shook her head. “You don’t think it’s too small? Too compact? I know I don’t have a curvaceous bubble butt like Sam or a pretty peach like Neevie. Even Lily’s got more badonkadonk than I do.”
“I think your ass is perfect for you,” I insisted.
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I’m saying it because it’s the truth.”
Eva’s eyes flashed. “I think it’s also the truth that you would never say that a girl’s ass is anything less than perfect to her face.”
I waggled my head. “Well… there’s probably a kernel of truth in there, yes.”
“Even more so right after said girl just let you fuck it for the very first time.”
“You’re not wrong,” I conceded.
“Especially because you want said girl to let you do it again.”
“Most definitely,” I agreed with a grin.
Eva smiled up at me. “Was it really that good? Fucking my ass?”
I smirked. “You’ve got the volume of evidence leaking out of you, don’t you?”
“What did it feel like? Fucking my virgin asshole?” she asked, eyes glittering.
I smiled. “What did it feel like for you?”
“Nuh-uh. I asked first.”
“I asked second.”
“Matty: I’m telling you to tell me first,” she stated a little coldly rather than continue to play that game, with her eyes narrowed and her resting bitch face returning.
I chuckled and gave her a warm grin. “Hot. Tight. I loved the way your compact booty felt against my pelvis with every thrust. Not to knock Neevie’s or Sam’s asses, but they’ve got more padding and it felt like I could get extra deep inside you. You were also super-tight in a really good way, but not too tight, you know? I was worried about hurting you, especially knowing it was your first time. But you took everything like a champ, and when you kept howling at me to fuck your ass harder and harder, I soon stopped worrying and just let go. It was incredible. Your ass was amazing. YOU were amazing.”
“Wanna do it again?”
I blinked in surprise. “What, now?”
Dumping the wad of tissues on the floor, Eva reached down to rip her sweater over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her topless save for a black bra. She then twisted her hips to the side to present me with her bare-naked booty while simultaneously turning her torso to look at me, reclining against the backrest in a way that reminded me of a sexy comic book character drawn to show the reader both her big tits in profile as well as her drum-tight ass at the same time.
“Might as well,” the beautiful, half-naked hapa girl pronounced. “I’m already lubed up and stretched out. Besides, you wanted me to tell you what it felt like. Thing is: it all happened so fast and was kinda overwhelming. I know it felt good and I had a monster orgasm and everything, but the whole thing’s a bit hazy in my head, you know? I think I need to try it again to really get the full experience.”
“Umm, okay,” I muttered.
“Plus, it looks like Mr. Happy down there doesn’t need to be asked twice.” Eva giggled while gesturing at my erection. “You’re rock-hard again already.”
“I told you it was amazing.” I lightly ran my fingertips back and forth along the underside of my shaft. “What better proof do you need?”
“Then c’mon.” Eva grinned and rolled over, kneeling atop the couch cushions and bracing her chest against the backrest. Looking back at me over her left shoulder, she reached back with both hands to spread apart her asscheeks once more, putting her red-worn anus still coated in creamy cum on full display. “Take me, Matty. Take my ass again.”
I was tempted. VERY tempted. But then I realized I’d just gotten deflected again. And I took a deep breath before stating, “You were supposed to be trying to tell me what you really want from me.”
“My ass is telling you what I want from you. I don’t have a clear memory of what it felt like to have your fat cock plugged all the way up inside my no-longer-virgin asshole, and I want you to remind me.”
“Eva, I’m serious.”
“I’M serious. I want this.” She waggled her tushie at me. “Grabbing my hips and sinking that fat erection into my tight butthole and stretching me wider than I ever thought possible? That’s all I really want. Can we skip the drama and just get back to fucking, please?”
“Casual. Convenient.” I raised my fingers to mime air quotes. “‘Just sex’.”
“Fine: ‘just sex’. Now can you please ‘just sex’ me right now?”
Believe it or not, I shook my head in the negative, pulled my pants and boxers up from my ankles, and winced while gingerly tucking my fresh erection away. “I’m not letting you deflect this,” I told her seriously. “Talk to me. Please.”
Eva frowned. “Whatever happened to never pressuring a girl into doing anything she wasn’t a hundred percent comfortable with?”
“I’m NOT pressuring; I’m asking. Please.” I sat down beside her on the couch, looking at her face-to-face.
Eva audibly said the word, “Groan.” And then with a sigh, she dropped herself down onto her right hip, seated sideways on the cushion next to me. “You’re seriously turning down a chance to get back into my ass? You do realize how disposable that makes me feel, right? Like, ‘Oh, I already busted her anal cherry and now have no further use of her.’”
I pursed my lips and shook my head, tapping my bulge lightly. “That’s not the truth and you know it. I’m still rock-hard and want in right now. What concerns me is that you’re seriously trying to offer up your ass as a method of distracting me away from telling me how you really feel.”
“This IS how I really feel. I don’t want the angsty conversation. Hanging out and playing video games without you pressuring me to talk about my day? Yes, that. Pinning my legs back by my ears and pounding the hell out of me until my mind goes completely blank from utter euphoria? Yes, that too.”
“Nothing more?” I raised both eyebrows, giving her a skeptical look.
She read my skepticism and frowned. “What more would you want? You stated plainly that you didn’t want another girlfriend.”
“I’m not actively looking for another romance, no. But I know you’re holding something back from me.” I took a deep breath and gave her a serious look. “Skylar said she caught you staring at me with wistfully fond looks during the beach trip. Neevie said she’s noticed you doing the same thing at other times when you think nobody’s looking.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she spat coldly.
“I’m not trying to flatter myself; I’m just trying to understand. A few minutes ago you said, ‘I love you’ and now you’re doing everything you can to deny it. I may be a clueless male, but girls who are better than me at recognizing this stuff say they’ve caught you staring at me longingly. In Skylar’s case, she saw that stuff during the beach trip, which was even before you and I started hooking up.”
“I don’t stare at you with wistful looks because I’m in love with you. I’m not. The orgasms went to my head a bit and I meant to say how much I loved you fucking my virgin ass. It was incredible and even better than my imagination, which is why I wanna do it again so I can remember it better.”
“Maybe that explains the ‘I love you’ statement, but that doesn’t explain the wistful looks.”
“I don’t stare at you with wist…” Eva’s voice trailed off before finishing the sentence. She sighed, rubbed her forehead, and then gave me a helpless look. “I’m just as confused as you are.”
“Then let’s get ‘un-confused’.”
She shrugged. “I like hanging out with you: I can readily admit that. Chilling out and playing video games with you were the highlights of my days even before we started banging. And then banging became the highlights of my days once we started. But that didn’t mean I was ‘in love’ with you.”
“Fair enough.”
“You remind me--” Eva abruptly bit her lip and looked away, shaking her head. She took a deep breath, and instead of finishing her previous sentence, she shrugged again and repeated, “I like hanging out with you. We game together, you fuck my brains out, and those two things help me get through college life. I appreciate that stuff. I appreciated you NOT pushing me to explain anything beyond that, at least up until now.”
“And now you’re asking me to stop pushing you to explain anything beyond that.”
“Yes, please.”
I sighed and looked away to the corner of the ceiling for a moment, my impulse to never push a girl beyond her comfort zone going to war with the need inside to understand Eva better. And in the end, I shook my head and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”
Eva frowned. “Why not?”
“Because you’re trying to tell me that there’s nothing more to our relationship beyond being gaming buddies and fuck buddies, but I know that’s not the truth. Because for all the times you’ve shown up on my front door and launched yourself at me to start up a wild a crazy sex session, there have ALSO been a few times when you cried in my arms and huddled yourself close against my chest.”
Eva turned to look away from me and shook her head. “Those were nothing.”
“They weren’t ‘nothing’.”
“They were nothing,” she insisted.
“Just like you saying, ‘I love you’ to me was ‘nothing’?”
“Matty, seriously, I don’t need another shrink trying to psychoanalyze me.”
I blinked and raised my eyebrows again. “Thus implying you’ve already had shrinks psychoanalyzing you?”
Eva shook her head again. “Matty, please? You’re supposed to be the nice guy who doesn’t pressure girls. Don’t pressure me.”
I held my hands up while bowing my head in acquiescence. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, while Eva pursed her lips and pointedly looked away from me.
After exhaling slowly, I tried a different tact. “Then let’s not talk about shrinks or your feelings for me, but will you talk to me about the other girls?”
Eva’s eyes narrowed in suspicion at the change in topic. “What about them?”
“They all KNOW you and I are banging. Now I don’t give them the details out of respect for your privacy, and I know you’re not giving them the details because if you had, they wouldn’t still be trying to trick me into spilling more than I want.”
Eva snorted.
“We’re NOT platonic friends, and it frustrates me to try and treat you as one whenever we’re not alone. I want to know if I have permission to treat you as the intimate lover you are - not in public, perhaps, but at least in the comfort of my own home when we’re around the other girls.”
“You wanna kiss my neck while giving me a massage?”
I shrugged. “Sometimes, yes.”
“You want to hug me and kiss me at the door when I arrive?”
“I’d like to, yes.”
Her facial features sharpened, and a dark shadow passed over her eyes. “You wanna treat me like one of your girlfriends and expect me to swoon like an airhead over the handsome young stud I’m totally in love with.”
I blinked. “I didn’t--”
“You wanna reach around to cup my tits and gnaw on my neck while giving me a back massage, and then invite one of your girlfriends to crawl between my legs, peel down my panties, and see how far she can stick her tongue up my pussy. You want me to be like all the other wanton sexpots in your little harem, so happy to bend over in a row and spread their asscheeks in invitation for you to bang them one after the other after the other. You got used to having seven hot babes doing that kine shit for you in high school and you’ve been disappointed at only having four so far, so you’re trying to rope me in so that you’ll have at least five holes lined up for you in a row to satisfy your sick sense of ego.”
“Eva, please, I never--”
“I’m not just gonna be another one of your cultish harem sluts, Matty!”
“You’re not a harem slu--”
“See, THIS is why we don’t have these kinds of conversations, alright?” Eva grabbed her sweater and quickly yanked it back on. After shooting her arms through the sleeves and thrusting her head through the neck hole, she glared at me with pure disgust in her eyes, muttering, “I don’t need the drama. I don’t need you psychoanalyzing me.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I’m really not trying to psychoanalyze you.”
“Yeah, well you ARE,” she barked hotly. She bent over to grab her panties and jeans and started tugging them back on.
“I’m just trying to understand you,” I insisted. “Because I care. How many people in this world can you say truly care about you, huh? I do.”
“You only care because I let you fuck me,” she retorted while leaning back on the couch to tug her tight jeans the rest of the way up her legs with her feet in the air. Then she planted her feet back down on the floor and stood up to yank her jeans up to her waist. “You only care because I gave you my virgin asshole.”
“I care because I care. If all I wanted was your asshole, I would’ve taken you up on your offer to do it again a few minutes ago. If all I wanted was sex, I could’ve gotten that any time I wanted from four other girls without half the drama you and I are going through right now.”
“Oh, now I’m too much drama for you. Then I’ll make this simple: you and me? We’re DONE. Problem solved! No more drama for you. No more drama for me! Goodbye, Matty.” Shaking her head, Eva grabbed her bag and started stomping away.
“Eva, please.” I reached out and caught her elbow, arresting her departure. “I’m only trying to help.”
She jerked her arm out of my grasp and practically spat in my face, “You’re. Not. Him. And you never will be.”
And then she stormed out the door.
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Ave_Joe
Ok, now I have to stick around to see who Eva is referring.
cpip
Honestly, that probably wouldn't be the worst way to end things, frankly. Sometimes a mystery goes unsolved. No, I don't think that's what's going to happen, but... Eva's got her own shit to work out, and maybe she doesn't need Matty complicating matters.
