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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 37
🕑 Added 2021-05-17 15:01:03 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 37: Square One --
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This sucked.
This really, really sucked.
More to the point, my dick WASN’T getting sucked, nor was it getting fucked, neither.
No hand jobs. No blowjobs. No titfucks. No pussy. And definitely no anal.
Nothing.
They wouldn’t even KISS me.
If Naimh couldn’t do it, neither would they.
Seriously, it hadn’t even been seventy-two hours since the BTC’s proclamation of female solidarity, and already I was on the verge of cracking. The idea of staring off into the abyss of celibacy after an incredible few months of ramming my dick into the holes of six outrageously beautiful busty bisexual cumsluts with a thing for slurping my creampies out of each other’s bodies was almost more than I could bear. And that Little Mermaid plastic VHS clamshell case was looking more and more enticing.
I mean yeah, part of me figured I should just let bygones be bygones, invite Naimh over to my house and plow my dick right up her ass and end the whole fucking thing. But the reality is that she meant so much more to me than just a collection of holes to be used. I really did care about her and care about our relationship, and perhaps hearing her scream her ex-boyfriend’s name had actually fucked me up a little more than I realized. I wasn’t ready to just jump back in the sack and pretend that nothing had ever happened.
Zofi and Sam came over on Wednesday afternoon to study and do homework, and by that they actually meant doing homework, the way we used to do before the Holly incident. But just being around each other knowing we couldn’t get jiggy with it around drove all three of us to distraction. Nobody could get any work done.
Zofi was horny and got in her head that even if she wasn’t allowed to mess around with me, The Rule shouldn’t stop her from having sex with Sam, right? Sam was kind enough to point out that while Zofi was technically correct, it would be ridiculously unfair for them to hook up with each other in MY house and prevent me from joining in. So in the end, the two girls packed up their books, each gave me a kiss on the cheek just to remind me they still cared, and left.
That first day I was too proud to masturbate. I had this egotistical idea in my head that the girls had each individually become addicted to my cock and that after a day or two of going through withdrawal, they’d scrap the stupid “no sex” idea and we’d all end up in a massive orgy together with me spraying gallons of cum all over their nubile bodies.
The thing is: Sam turned out to be right. Despite initially being against the idea of enforced abstinence, Naimh felt truly supported and cherished by the BTC taking such drastic action on her behalf. She went out of her way to thank the girls for making her feel special and wanted, which made the girls feel proud of their action and even more determined to see it through. And as soon as I saw them banding together in the bonds of sisterhood, I knew the moment would come that I’d have to resort to my own right hand.
That moment came this morning (Friday) when I woke up with a hard-on that wouldn’t go away. I needed to piss, but I also needed to cum, and poor me hadn’t ejaculated since Tuesday night with Belle yelling “You understand me?” in my face. So in the end, I stood over the toilet bowl, closed my eyes, and jerked off to a medley of spank bank memories of all six of my beloved BTC girls. After squirting great globs of spunk into the bowl, I braced my hand against the wall in front of me, fought the urge to whine, and eventually my dick deflated enough for me to pee.
Belle commented that I looked like shit when we met up to drive to school. Alice repeated that I looked like shit when she met us at the parking lot and gave me a fist bump instead of a ferocious kiss. I went about my day in a zombie state, unsure of how to think or feel, and when the girls took note of my mood, they pretty much just left me alone with my thoughts.
Still, it was a Friday, a day that used to be the happiest day of each week. Seeking a sense of normalcy, the girls still planned to all come hang out at my house, I’d grill up dinner, and we’d cuddle up on the couch to watch a movie together.
Just like old times. Right?
But they say you can’t uncross a bridge. Likewise, you can’t unfuck a girl. We’d already crossed all those lines, and returning to a semi-platonic state of “look but don’t touch” with the BTC was NOT going to cut it. I needed to feel SOMETHING, and with that in mind, early in the afternoon I went over to the loveseat, patted the cushion beside me, and asked, “Who wants a backrub?”
Immediately, five girls all turned to stare straight at Sam as if asking for permission.
Raising her eyebrows, Sam cocked her head to the side and asked, “You gonna give Neevie a backrub, too?”
“Totally,” replied without hesitation. “She can even go first.”
Alice’s hand shot up. “I call ‘next’!”
Naimh waved the Korean girl her over to me. “You can go first. I want a backrub too, but I need a minute, alright?”
I shrugged like it was no big deal either way. Alice was quick to hop over, but rather than take the seat beside me, she gestured for me to back up and spread my legs, and then she sat down right in front of me. A moment later, she whipped her t-shirt over her head and reached back to unclasp her bra.
“Alice…” Sam intoned reproachfully.
Alice shrugged. “What? It’s not like he’s never seen my tits before.”
Sam looked at me. “You gonna be cool if Neevie takes her bra off?”
I swallowed thickly. “Uh, I’d probably try to fuck her brains out.”
Naimh lit up. “Well in THAT case…”
I sighed and tapped Alice. “You can unhook it, but keep the cups on. Like in the old days.”
Alice pursed her lips but nodded reluctantly. She held her hands over her chest, keeping the bra cups covering her breasts while allowing the shoulder straps slide down her upper arms.
I stretched my arms a bit and cracked my knuckles. Less than a minute later, Alice was slumped forward before me, her chin against her chest and her spine going limp as she moaned and groaned rapturously.
Mari glanced over at us and stopped her conversation with Belle. Evaluating the ecstatic pleasure on Alice’s face, she announced, “I call ‘next’.”
“Get in line, bitch!” Zofi hollered from across the room. That made everyone laugh, and for a little while I started to relax. Zofi walked up to me and Alice, set two bottles of beer on the coffee table, and then sauntered away.
I actually had to focus to remember my routine. I’d been making the girls relax and sigh in contentment using… uh… a different part of my anatomy, and a few times I caught myself missing a step here or there. Not that Alice seemed to mind or notice. Her head was lolling and she never really stopped groaning.
Completing the final set of firm moves, I let up on the pressure and gave pretty much every square inch of Alice’s bare-naked back a gentle caress. I trailed my fingertips downward, ever so gently ticklish to make her quiver. And I finished up by bending over and giving her a teasing kiss on the back of her neck, my signal to the girl that I was all done.
Alice remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance. I waited patiently, giving her space to come back down to earth from her higher plane of existence.
Eventually Alice inhaled deeply and sat up. She turned around, forgetting about her bra, and as it slipped away from her big boobies my eyes dropped down to her exposed nipples. She looked ready to fall into my arms and kiss me, but while I’d sent her off to Dreamland, I hadn’t forgotten The Rule myself. So I held up a hand between us so that she ended up kissing my fingers, and when that happened, she suddenly remembered herself and collected her bra back against her chest.
“Sorry,” Alice mumbled in a bit of a daze.
“No apologies necessary.” I looked up. Naimh sat on the couch nearby, patiently waiting her turn. I’d lost track of where she’d gone when I had started on Alice, but she’d obviously returned. “You ready?”
Naimh’s emerald green eyes were intense. “Yeah,” she replied thickly as she stood up and extended a hand out to me. “Let’s go.”
“Go? Where?”
She nodded upstairs. “To your bedroom.”
****
At first I was confused. Wasn’t the whole point of doing this to keep things ‘in balance’? On the other hand, perhaps the point was to get me to cave and fuck Naimh so that everything could just go back to normal, not just for the two of us, but for all of the BTC.
“Relax,” Naimh said casually. “I’m not gonna seduce you. I just want to talk in private while we’re doing this.”
I didn’t quite trust her. Hell, I didn’t trust myself. I wasn’t lying to Sam when I’d said Naimh and I had never had a long, truly emotional conversation since the urge to rip each other’s clothes off kept getting in the way. Even her confession about Conor during Valentine’s kept getting interrupted with Naimh having to repeat to herself, ‘Valentine’s. Friends. Don’t ruin the plan.’
But I knew we needed to have these conversations if we were ever to truly put the past behind us. So I took her hand and let her help me up.
God help me, I stared at Naimh’s ass the entire way up the stairs. I mean seriously, guys went seventy-two hours without having sex around the world ALL the fucking time, and it had really only been about sixty-five hours for me. But I had just gotten so spoiled having a bevy of willing beauties ready to bend over for me at the drop of a hat that being celibate for two days was making me jumpy. I was like a crack cocaine addict trying to quit cold turkey. ESPECIALLY because I had such fond (and plentiful) memories of the times I’d had this view of the gorgeous Irish redhead’s ass, usually with my dick plunging in and out of it.
Part of me wanted to just say, ‘Fuckit. The girls want me to nail her, she wants me to nail her, Imma gonna nail her’. I was certainly horny enough to want to go through with it. But there was a reason I’d held myself back. I knew that caving right now - just bending her over and shoving myself in – before we’d established the parameters of our new relationship, would basically be giving tacit acceptance of the parameters of our OLD relationship, making promises to Naimh of love and dedication that I wasn’t prepared to fulfill. And when I inevitably fell short of those promises, it could ruin us forever.
We had to figure that stuff out first. If all went well, maybe we could even get all this stuff worked out right here and now and start fucking right away. The possibility of imminent sex was certainly motivation to put the past behind us and get things worked out sooner than later. So I took deep breaths and focused on what was important here: my emotional relationship with a girl who I cared a great deal about, who was very important to me, and who… if I fucked things up… could very well lead to the destruction of the BTC.
In a nutshell, that train of thought summarized everything I needed to know to confirm I was making the right decision by breaking up with her. I cared about Naimh, and still loved her in a way, but our physical relationship had turned out to be far more important to me than our emotional one. And when push came to shove, the BTC was more important to me than her. My goal in this conversation was to make sure the club remained intact. Saving my boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with her was a far distant second place to saving my relationship with the group.
“The bed okay?” she asked as soon as we went into my room.
I closed the door behind us and nodded, replying verbally, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
The redhead went to the foot of my bed and started to disrobe. She’d worn only a loose peasant blouse with a wide neckline that presently hung off her right shoulder, and quickly took that off while brushing her long copper-red hair to one side of her neck and down her chest. Then, she lay face down across my mattress before reaching back to unhook her bra.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled her butt. I’d gotten an erection massaging Alice, the same as I always did when putting my hands so intimately on one of the girls, and although it had flagged somewhat it revitalized itself as I stared down at my ex-girlfriend’s freckled skin. Taking a deep breath, and leaned forward to start rubbing her neck and shoulders. And with a sigh, she closed her eyes and let me work her over.
Despite inviting me up here to talk, she didn’t say anything for a long time, just enjoying the feel of my hands as I massaged her. It was almost criminal how few backrubs or other massages I’d given her during our brief relationship. It just seemed that we always ended up getting naked and fucking each other’s brains out instead. I decided to make up for that by giving her a longer massage than my usual routine, which had been designed for efficiency to allow me to conserve enough strength to get through six girls in one afternoon. I didn’t hold myself back this time and focused on really soothing every one of Naimh’s sore muscles.
She was REALLY stiff, and after all, I knew that was mostly my fault.
After doing her neck, shoulders, and back, I slid further down the bed and started peeling back the redhead’s pants. They were a little tight, but not as stiff as jeans would have been, and with a little bit of work I was able to slide them off, leaving her in just her panties and the unhooked bra. Her legs remained slightly parted, and I could see the way her dampness visibly darkened her panties in the crotch. But despite the temptation to whip out my cock, shove the strap of her panties aside and bury myself to the root, I took a deep breath and started working her legs.
I was massaging her feet when Naimh finally sighed and spoke. Her first words were, “I don’t deserve you.”
“Hmm?” I asked distractedly. She’d been silent for so long and I’d been so focused on stretching her toes that I didn’t really register her words at first.
“I said I don’t deserve you,” she repeated even more quietly than the first time, although this time I was actually paying attention. “Any other ex-boyfriend wouldn’t have anything to do with me right now. And yet here you are… massaging my feet.”
“The BTC must remain ‘in balance’,” I stated evenly.
“You didn’t give Alice a full-body massage.”
I shrugged. “I might’ve if she’d come up here with me. I’d give any of the girls a full-body massage, you know that.”
“None of the other girls screamed their ex-boyfriend’s name during sex.”
I stopped massaging for a moment. “You know what? I think that should be the very last time either one of us mentions that ever again. You apologized and said that was a one-time accident. I accepted your apology and forgave you. As far as I’m concerned, it’s water under the bridge and you and I are back at square one.”
“Square one?” She pivoted slightly onto her right shoulder and looked back at me. With her bra remaining on the mattress, the position gave me a tantalizing glimpse of side boob.
I tried not to look and said, “Start over. Start fresh. You have to understand that I have no interest in punishing you for an accidental slip of the tongue. I don’t hate you, don’t resent you. At the very, very least, you’re back to being just ‘one of the girls’, and that’s the worst case scenario here. After that, it’s just building back up to where you and I need to be.”
“Any chance of building all the way back up to being boyfriend and girlfriend again?”
I sighed. “Perhaps. But not today.”
She pursed her lips and nodded, setting her cheek back down on the mattress. I went back to massaging her feet. And after a while, she glanced back at me again. “Thank you, by the way, for forgiving me. That’s very generous of you.”
I waved her off momentarily and went back to massaging. “I told you: it’s done.”
She nodded, but furrowed her eyebrows and looked back at me. “Is that what YOU want though? To get back to being boyfriend and girlfriend again? I’ve already made my answer to that question pretty clear.”
“Yes, you have. But at the same time, I’m not entirely sure why.” I finished up with her legs and walked around the side of the bed. Taking hold of her left arm, I started working on her shoulder and upper arm. Naimh moaned and closed her eyes as the pleasurable sensations trickled into her brain. “In plain and simple fact, if all you want is for me to ram my dick up your arse every other day, we can do that without being boyfriend/girlfriend. So is it the title you really want? The position of priority it gives you? The right to override all the other girls and say, ‘He’s mine!’”
“What? No.” Naimh opened her eyes and looked up at me again. “I LOVE you, Matty!”
“Do you?”
“Yes… Very much…”
I sighed. “I want to believe that. And yet, as far as I can tell, our relationship was entirely physical. We spent months lusting after each other, and once we finally had permission to act on that lust we dove in headfirst and never looked back. Good fucking lord you’re so gorgeous and sexy and just looking at you right now makes me wanna… Mmmph.” I had to let go of her arm, bite down on my own fist, and get off the bed to turn around and walk away for a moment.
Naimh giggled behind me. “You say that like me being so gorgeous is a bad thing.”
“Of course it’s not a bad thing, but even you said on Valentine’s Day that we’re so sexually compatible that all we ever do is fuck.”
She sighed. “I did. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to start this relationship because I’ve wanted to fuck your brains out since the first day I met you. But I ALSO wanted all the sweet romantic stuff people dream about when they write poems about true love. We never really got to have that. I mean, you took Zofi out on that incredible Audrey Hepburn day and I admit: I got super jealous of her.”
I frowned. “Did you not enjoy the Napa Day with the mud baths and everything?”
“Of course I LOVED it, and I want more days like that. I want those days with YOU. And now that I’ve put my foot down and gotten my dad to realize that he’s not gonna lose his baby bird just because I’m in love… Don’t you see? Now we FINALLY have a chance to have the relationship we always wanted.”
I took a deep breath and sighed. “The problem right now is: I don’t know if I love YOU that much.”
Naimh frowned. “What?”
I took another deep breath and exhaled, this time letting the air out slowly in a long, drawn out stream. I went back to massaging her arm, but this time Naimh pulled it away from me and turned onto her side. The movement exposed her big Double-D tits, and my eyes automatically gravitated to them. But she caught my gaze and covered herself with an arm before slipping her bra back on and fastening it behind herself.
I waited until she collected herself and sat up straight. Her cleavage was still incredibly distracting, and with a laugh Naimh reached out to grab her peasant shirt and pull that on as well.
Once she was finally dressed, I turned to face directly outward from my bed. Hanging my head, I took one more deep breath and finally admitted what I hadn’t wanted to admit for a while. It explained everything about my recent behavior, and it explained why even though Naimh’s screaming her ex-boyfriend’s name had hurt me, it hadn’t hurt me that badly.
“I don’t really love you, Neevie,” I said quietly as I turned back to face her, being sure to look into her eyes with open honesty as I said it. “I mean, I love you, but I love you like I love all the BTC girls. That’s not to say you aren’t special, because you are. And that’s not to say you aren’t unique, because you are. You’re still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen, and even in the midst of all this turmoil, I want nothing more than to tear your clothes off and fuck you within an inch of your life. But boyfriend/girlfriend? Romantic love? We took a shot at that. We discovered how we truly feel about each other. And even though things didn’t really end naturally, it still came to an end, and now we have our answers.”
“I LOVE you, Matty. I’m IN love with you.”
“I don’t have those same feelings for you.”
“You never got a chance to develop them.”
“We had a chance. We became boyfriend/girlfriend. We just spent all our time fucking instead of developing those feelings.”
“Because of circumstances. Because of my dad’s stupid lockdown. Yes, we carried the title, but you said it yourself. We never got to watch a sunset on the beach. We had a grand total of two dates and only what, six or seven weeks together? Give us TIME. Give us a chance.”
“I don’t think you’re hearing me. I lusted for you. I STILL lust for you. You are ridonkulously beautiful to me, and sexy, and oh my freaking lord your asshole is exquisite. But I do NOT want to lead you on into thinking we’re going to last forever. I don’t want to hurt you like that. We were having a lot of fun together, I’ll readily admit that. But once your dad showed up banging on my door and I stopped to REALLY think about my true feelings for you, I realized that I don’t have the same depth of feeling you really need.”
“That’s not true,” Naimh insisted, moisture clear in her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“You love me, I know you do,” she blubbered, and the tears began to flow.
“Neevie, I never wanted to hurt you.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she inhaled sharply. Jabbing a finger at the doorway, she practically hissed. “Who is it? Which one of them do you love more than me?”
My head snapped back at the abrupt mood shift. “Huh? What?”
“It’s Belle, isn’t it? You were fucking my arse every day but really it was Belle you wanted to be with. Only SHE wouldn’t give you the relationship you wanted so you settled for me instead.”
“What? No. Seriously.” I grabbed Naimh’s hands and squeezed them tight. “Look me in the eyes. I’m telling you plainly, it’s not Belle. I’m not in love with Belle. Not like that.”
“You’re lying.”
I held her gaze and stated clearly, “I’ve never lied to you before and I’m not lying now. It’s not Belle, it’s not Sam, it’s not any of them. I love all six of you, but the more I stop to think about it, I’m not in love with any of you. Please believe me: I am NOT refusing to become your boyfriend again because I’d rather be with one of them instead, alright?”
She doubted me. She wanted to continue doubting me. Perhaps it would have been easier for her to believe I was rejecting her because I’d rather be with Belle, rather than admit that there was some fault or flaw in herself that made her unworthy of my true love.
I sighed. “That night when you came to spend that first overnight with me, when Belle talked us into at least trying a relationship, you said you didn’t want to regret never trying. You didn’t want to always wonder if you’d missed out on the greatest love of your life out of fear and married someone else regretting the one that got away.”
Through tears, she nodded. “I remember.”
“We took the chance. We wanted to find out if we could become something truly special. For me, at least, the answer was no. The sex was amazing, yes. The emotional connection? I'm sorry.”
“We didn’t have the chance to find out.”
I squeezed her hands and said, “Perhaps. Maybe you’re right and I’m being too dismissive of a time period when after one incredible weekend your parents locked you down and killed any chance we had to develop into something more.”
“Yes. Exactly. You ARE being too dismissive.”
I exhaled. “Then we’re back to square one. You’re still one of the BTC. I still care about you, and if fighting for me, fighting for your love for me, is something you still want to do, I…”
As my voice trailed off, she leaned forward eagerly, sensing that at least there was still a chance.
“This is the best I can do: I won’t stop you from pursuing me. I won’t stop you from trying to prove you love me the way you say you do. But I’m not going to just jump right back into our old relationship, either. It wouldn’t be fair for me to dedicate that time to you and prioritize you over the others, and it would be false on my part to pretend to be in love with you when… at least for now… I’m not.”
“I get it,” she said with a smile and a nod.
Her smile was a little too hopeful. “Please, Neevie. I don’t want to lead you on.”
“You’re not leading me on. You’ve said you don’t love me like that, and it’s up to me to prove otherwise.”
I blinked, not a hundred percent sure I’d said those words in quite that way. She also looked three seconds away from jumping me, so I held up my hands. “No sex. Not right now. As much as it sucks and as much as I want to just lay back and let you go for a ride on top of me, you have to realize that having too much sex is what brought us to this point in the first place.”
She frowned and looked confused. “Wait, what?”
“Our previous relationship was based entirely on sex. If all you want to prove is that we are sexually super-compatible, then there’s nothing left to prove. Our sex is AMAZING; I already know that. If you’re trying to prove that emotionally we should be a romantic couple… there’s a lot of work to do on that.”
Her shoulders sagged, and she thought about that. Nodding slowly, she took a deep breath and exhaled. And when she looked back up at me, the brightness in her emerald green eyes had dimmed somewhat.
She no longer looked on the verge of jumping me.
“I get it,” Naimh stated evenly, and she thrust forward a hand, proffered for me to shake. “And I say: challenge accepted.”
I arched an eyebrow, but with a chuckle, I reached up and shook her hand.
“We belong together. I’m going to prove it to you,” she stated firmly.
I smiled at her confidence. “I sincerely hope you do.”
****
The other girls still wanted backrubs when Naimh and I returned downstairs. With the “no sex” moratorium still in place, it was the closest we could get.
Zofi had indeed called dibs before Mari, hence her “get in line” comment earlier, so I turned her into a limp puddle before declaring I needed a break and downed half my beer. Five minutes later, I returned to the loveseat and Mari crawled into my lap. She hugged me firmly, gave me a quick kiss, and finally turned around so I could start my backrub. She wasn’t very good about keeping her bra cups over her tig ol’ bitties, and I wound up getting a lot of side boob while rubbing her. But Naimh was talking to Sam and nobody seemed inclined to stop us.
I did notice that Alice and Zofi were missing. When I asked Belle where they’d gone, the strawberry-blonde girl sighed and gestured up the stairs. “They’re fucking each other in your bedroom.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
She shrugged. “What? The Rule says we can’t mess around with you. It doesn’t say anything about us not messing around with each other. Otherwise Sam and Zofi are in a LOT of trouble!”
Belle’s voice had crescendoed toward the end of that, and Sam glanced over at us, asking, “What?”
Mari giggled and Belle waved her off. “Nevermind.”
Well, I did mind a little. I held my hands out to Sam asking, “What happened to it being unfair for the girls to bang each other in my house without me?”
Sam shrugged, got up, and sauntered over to join us. “You’re welcome to complain to Alice.”
I just sighed and went back to work on Mari.
After Mari, Sam set down her beer and came over to sit down in front of me and get her backrub. After she was done, I cracked my knuckles and invited Belle to come over, but she shook her head. “I still get to stay overnight because that’s a special Belle rule. You can give me my massage then.”
Sam hadn’t walked away yet, still putting her shirt back on, and she pursed her lips and frowned. I gathered that the discussion of whether or not Belle would continue her overnights had either never been discussed or was still a matter of some debate. But rather than contradict her, Sam just sighed and walked away.
Belle gave me a little smirk before downing the rest of her beer.
In the end, the seven of us played card games, ate dinner, and then gathered together to watch a movie. I sat in one corner with Mari as my single cuddle partner and Alice beside her. Sam and Zofi were in the loveseat. Naimh was in the armrest, and Belle had grabbed a barstool from the kitchen and sat behind us.
Naimh and I were much more relaxed around each other throughout the rest of the evening, and although the “no sex” moratorium had not yet been lifted, at least it was clear that our conversation had resolved much of the initial awkwardness and everyone had the sense that things would return to normal soon. At this point, it was really a matter of finding the appropriate time for Naimh and I to resume the physical part of our relationship, and by extension so could the rest of them.
And then Alice started taking bets on when I’d cave. Mari and Zofi thought it made the most sense for us to resume our “Neevie Mondays”. Sam insisted that betting on the outcome or even discussing such a bet would be an impediment to Naimh and me finding a natural solution that felt right to both of us. Alice muttered, “Whatever,” and then proclaimed her belief that we’d find a way to hook up tomorrow so everything could go back to normal right away. Naimh laughed and said that was just because Alice herself was super-horny and wanted things to go back to normal right away. Belle had no comment on the matter.
At the end of the night, Belle and I said our goodnights to everyone. Once the door was closed, she immediately turned to me, wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, and pulled me down for a ferocious kiss.
Pleasure exploded in my brain and felt like drinking from a cool, clear oasis after years of wandering out in the desert (cough seventy hours). She tightened her grip, which nearly pulled me down, so instead I reached down to scoop her up into my arms and she wrapped her legs around my waist, holding onto me like a Koala bear until I planted her back against the door and started to really kiss her.
A moment later, I realized what we were doing and pulled back. “Waitaminute. We’re not supposed to be doing this.”
“I’m already sleeping with you overnight. Nobody’s gonna freak about us kissing a bit, as long as it’s not around them making them all jealous.”
That made a certain kind of sense, so I shrugged and went back to making out with her. Of course, I may have been fooling myself for selfish reasons, but the point is that I accepted her reasoning at the time. Eventually though, we had to pause to breathe, and after setting her forehead against mine, Belle murmured seductively, “I’d like that massage now.”
I grinned and carried her upstairs.
Once in my room, I gently lay my little lover face-down across my mattress. She let me disrobe her, starting with her shirt, and then her bra, and finally her jeans. I left her panties on, same as I had for Naimh, and then I went to work.
At first, it was a normal full-body massage. I worked her neck, shoulders, and back. Then, sliding further down the bed, I started rubbing Belle’s buttcheeks on the way down to her legs when I noticed that they didn’t really squish the way I expected them to. It almost felt like there was some obstruction preventing the buttflesh from coming together in the middle, and with a sudden realization, I peeled down the back of her waistband and gasped at the sight of a silver disc surrounding a flat blue crystal.
It’s the big butt plug.
That information zapped my brain like a lightning bolt, and my eyes flew open. Belle was panting softly after moaning and groaning while I worked her body over. And she waggled her ass at me invitingly.
“I need you in my ass, Matty,” she crooned.
We had only ever done this twice: once the morning after Valentine’s when I first took her anal virginity, and then once more at the following Friday BTC group orgy. Anal with Belle had become that rarest of 5-star restaurant desserts, reserved for only special, special occasions, and my adrenaline surged at the idea of buggering the diminutive babe.
Especially after having gone nearly seventy-two hours without sex.
And yet… I knew it was wrong. Making out with her downstairs had probably been wrong. Sleeping overnight with her was probably gonna piss somebody off too. I mean, maybe the girls would be okay with it, so long as we didn’t have sex. If we were really rewinding things back to the way they were before blowjobs and hand jobs and titfucks, Belle and I had still been close back then and she could’ve slept overnight with me at any time.
Who the fuck was I kidding? Belle and I hadn’t spent the night together since we were seven before all this started happening. And even if none of the other girls voiced any objections to Belle spending the night with me, I was certain there would be one or two of them lying in bed tonight wondering… fearing?… that something like this was happening right now. And then what? I’d have to either come clean that Belle and I broke The Rule and had sex and deal with that fallout, or stop this right now and tell them we’d cuddled overnight but abstained from hooking up.
Continuing to not have sex would suck, but having to tell the other girls I’d banged Belle would end up being worse. I knew that.
“We can’t do this,” I stated quietly.
“Yes we can,” she replied huskily. Her butt was up in the air a bit with her knees parted to the sides. It gave her plenty of room to reach a hand between her thighs and rub her pink pussy quite provocatively. She twisted her torso to look back at me, exposing her bare left boob. Its puffy nipple was rosy pink and protruding, just begging to be sucked. “Come fuck me, Matty. I need you in me.”
“The girls made an agreement. I can’t do this with you until I get things with Neevie sorted.”
“The girls made an agreement, but I never agreed to it. So much shit we do is just because Sam thinks its best and everybody goes along with her. I never once said, ‘I agree.’ I never once promised to keep my hands off you.”
I pursed my lips. “That’s a technicality and you know it.”
“The world is full of technicalities.”
“You know that doing this would piss the girls off.”
“Fuck ‘em.”
“‘Fuck ‘em’? Can you hear yourself? These are your best friends!”
“Don’t need ‘em as long as I have you.”
“What the fuck is WRONG with you?” I sat up, and despite the pretty little girl continuing to wag her plugged-up ass at me while fingering her own pussy, I felt my cock deflate. “The Belle I knew would NEVER betray the BTC.”
“Well what if the BTC has already betrayed me? Huh? You’re supposed to be MINE, Matty. And they’re all taking you away from me!”
“What are you TALKING about?”
Only now did Belle finally stop masturbating. She sat up and turned around, making my eyes briefly yo-yo down to her beautiful bosom before I forced myself to focus on her face.
Her livid, angry, opposite-of-sexy face.
“Those fucking bitches are taking away my dream!” she yelled.
“What dream?”
It was the wrong thing to say. I’d thought she was livid before, but now Belle lost it. “What dream? WHAT DREAM?!?” she balled her fists, raised them in the air, and started hammering me with them while I blocked with my forearms. “OUR DREAM YOU FUCKING MORON!!! YOU! ME! TOGETHER FOREVER!”
“Belle! Belle! Stop! Ah, fuckit.” Surging forward, I grabbed both of her wrists and propelled her backward so that she flopped across my mattress. My superior weight pinned her arms down beside her head, and while she tried to raise her feet to kick me, I scooted up and sat down on her upper thighs as well. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you on drugs or something?”
All fight fled her, and she went limp beneath me. Turning her head to the side, she started bawling. Between Tuesday night’s ‘You understand me?’ howling and this, I was seriously starting to wonder if she was bipolar.
“You were supposed to be mine forever.”
“Didn’t you tell Mari that you and I would NEVER get married?”
“I said I needed to convince myself we’d never get married otherwise I’d never be able to leave you.”
“Didn’t you say I wouldn’t be your one and only for the rest of your life?”
“I told you to forget I ever said that and that you WOULD be my one and only for the rest of my life.”
“And now you’re hating on all ‘those bitches’ for taking me away from you when you’ve insisted to me all along that you’re happy to share, that Matty’s Little Cumslut is a voyeur who gets off watching me fill their wrecked bodies with hot jizz. I feel like I’m getting a TON of mixed messages here.”
“They ARE bitches who are taking you away from me. I’m happy to share you, but only when I know I’m your Number One.”
“Number One?” I frowned. “Is THAT why you’ve been asking Sam for help with deep-throating? Some kind of Sam competitive need to try and be my favorite?”
“What? No. I want to be able to deep-throat you just because I want to be able to give that to you. But your favorite? I already thought I was.” She stared up at me, a world of hurt in her eyes. “I thought I’d ALWAYS been your favorite, even when you were dating Neevie. What you shared with her was just sex, but you shared EVERYTHING with me. I never had to try and convince you to make me your favorite because I always was.”
She started crying, and I released her wrists, although I didn’t get off her legs just yet.
Shaking her head, Belle sobbed and added, “Until everything changed.”
“What are you talking about? Nothing’s changed. I still spend a lot more time with you than everyone else. I still have sex with you more than any of the others. I still share everything with you. I love you. I’ll always love you.” I arched an eyebrow. “You understand me?”
“Yutkmefrgntd,” she mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“Wait, what?”
She turned her head to stare up at me again. The pain was evident in her eyes, and she took care to slowly enunciate every syllable as she accused, “You take me for granted.”
I frowned. “What makes you feel like I take you for granted?”
“Because you do. You assume I’ll always be there for you. At first, I liked it. It showed how much you depend on me. But after a while, I started to realize how much you ignored me. You’re always more excited to fuck one of the others instead of me. On Fridays you’re always so careful to satisfy the other five and don’t pay any attention to me because you know I’m staying overnight and by then you’re already wiped out. I’m the boring housewife waiting up in bed while my studly husband pounds his secretary up the ass at work. I’m expected to have dinner on the table and the floors neatly vacuumed by the time you return.”
I blinked. “Where in the world did you come up with THAT?”
“I’m the old and boring. Been there, done that. Like there was that week or so when Zofi was all you could think about. You talked to me every day about her and it was always Zofi this and Zofi that. You literally left me alone in your bed so you could go take her on that incredible Audrey Hepburn date. I had to wake up extra early just so we could have sex before you abandoned me unfucked.”
I rubbed my forehead. First Naimh and now Belle. If I’d known Zofi’s date would get me into so much trouble, I wouldn’t have done it.
Well, no, that’s not true. It was one of the highlights of my life. But still.
“Even this thing lately with taking Alice’s virginity. That Kama Sutra shit she pulled got you SO worked up and excited. It made sex with me seem so… vanilla.”
“Belle…”
“You wax poetic about Mari and her ‘body built for sex’.”
“Belle…”
“And you’ve made CLEAR that I can’t measure up to Neevie in the bedroom department, so it makes sense how you were always more excited to fuck her instead of fuck me. I’m the microwaved meatloaf leftovers from the fridge. She’s the grade A prime rib from the steakhouse.”
“Then why did you push for her and me to get together? Seriously, YOU were the catalyst for our relationship.”
“You’re right. I WANTED you to start dating Neevie. It had always been clear your attraction was more physical than emotional. I needed you to date her, get her out of your system, and realize that beyond white hot sexual chemistry there was nothing else there. As long as you were still fixated on her, you could never truly be with me.”
“You WANTED us to fail? That’s kind of messed up.”
She shrugged like it was no big deal. “I was right, wasn’t I?”
I scowled and pursed my lips.
“And then out of nowhere there was Sam.” Belle exhaled slowly. “She has been super nice to me with the butt plugs and the Matty-sized dildo I still can’t quite get down my throat no matter how much I keep practicing. I feel guilty for resenting her because she can be so selfless, always thinking of the needs of everyone else before hers. You think SHE wants to abstain from fucking you? Hell no. But keeping the BTC in balance is important to her and she’ll sacrifice her wants and desires to keep Neevie in the group. I know she’s super in love with you, that she dreams of marrying you and having your mom for a mother-in-law, even when she tells herself not to think that stuff. You’re a distraction from her career goals. And yet…”
Belle’s voice trailed off, and she bit her lip and shook her head rather angrily. “You have NO idea how much it fucking pissed me off to come sneak into your room intent on comforting you after the whole thing with Neevie and her parents went down only to find HER naked in bed with you already. I’M the one you’re supposed to find solace in. -I- was the one who was going to nurse you back to health in the aftermath. ME. Your Annabelle. Your One True Love.”
“Then why have you always insisted that we NOT start dating or anything?”
She stared up at me, a world of hurt in her eyes. “Because I’m scared.”
She said nothing further. After all those rambles about the housewife analogy, about Zofi and the Audrey Hepburn date, about Naimh and physical chemistry, about Sam and the dildo and the mother-in-law, it was a bit of a surprise for her to say nothing other than, ‘I’m scared.’
Looking down at her now, pinned beneath my weight, sobbing and now holding her hands over her face while she cried her poor little heart out, I was reminded that in the end she was just a teenager dealing with all the intense emotions of young love.
So was I, for that matter.
My first impulse was to comfort the crying little girl beneath me, to care for and protect my “little sister” and reassure her that everything would be alright.
But everything WOULDN’T be alright. Not if Belle continued on this path leading from sweet “I’ll love you forever” down to psychotic “You are MINE forever whether you like it or not”.
I took a deep breath and gently pried her hands away from her face. I got off her lap and pulled on her arms so that she sat upright beside me. I found her shirt, tossed it to her, and with a stern look, I stated in a humorless tone, “Okay, we need to TALK.”
She looked at me like I was crazy. “We’ve BEEN talking.”
“No, you’ve been bitching and I’ve been listening. But now we’re gonna talk about where this is going. And it starts with this: I need you to give me my house key back.”
Belle blinked. “What?”
“My house key. The one Mother gave you. You’re going to give it back to me.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t trust you right now. I can’t trust that if I’m sleeping overnight with one of the other girls you won’t sneak in around midnight and smother her in her sleep.”
“That’s insane.”
“So is hanging out with all our friends with a giant butt plug in your ass just waiting to say, ‘Fuck you bitches!’ That’s not a lapse in judgment. That’s preparation, intent, and malice.” I held my hands out and gave her a look that pretty much said, ‘I rest my case.’
“I didn’t mean…”
“Oh, you meant it alright.”
She shook her head. “You’re casting everything in the worst possible light.”
“I’m casting it in LIGHT, period. If I’d succumbed to the temptation of your ass and helped you burn down the BTC, I would never have forgiven myself. We’re at a critical point, and we’re gonna stop the overnights until you and I get this shit figured out.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” she whimpered, still clutching her shirt to her chest.
“Put the damn shirt on, and give me my key. We’re not continuing this conversation until you do.”
Only now did Belle seem to realize how far she was in deep shit and started crying. But after swallowing thickly, she put on her bra, pulled on the shirt, and then went to her purse to retrieve her keys. She removed a familiar one with a red plastic loop around the key head and handed it to me. I made a mental note to add it to my own key ring for safekeeping.
“There, happy?” she muttered through tears, her eyes already turning red.
I took a deep breath, exhaled, and forced myself to relax. Taking the key back gave me something concrete to hold onto, and now that we’d taken that step, a lot of my anger started to melt away. “Look, you said ‘I’m scared.’ I’m gonna assume that means you’re scared of losing me.”
She nodded silently but inhaled in shuddering breaths, still trying to regain her composure.
“You’re scared I’ll end up falling in love with one of the other girls and marry her instead of you?”
She nodded again, still quivering a little.
“We’re eighteen, B. Neither of us is getting married for a long time to come.”
She gulped and shrugged and gave me that scared look again.
“And right now, you are FAR more in danger of losing me because I’m gonna kick you out of my house and swear to never see or talk to you ever again than because of me falling in love with someone else. I still can’t believe you’d betray the others by seducing me. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I had a chance to make you happy after three days of going without because I LOVE you.”
“I KNOW you do! And I love you! I’ve always loved you. And I will continue to always love you. But if you keep turning into this psychotic stalker sneaking into my bedroom to watch me sleep I am going to STOP fucking loving you right now!”
“I’m not psychotic.”
“Well you coulda fooled me!”
Belle clasped both hands over her face, took several deep breaths, and visibly focused on composing herself.
I shook my head, stood up, and paced away from the bed.
“Okay…” she began after a minute or so. “I’ll admit that I didn’t really think through all the consequences of seducing you tonight.”
I frowned. “On Tuesday you said you’d fucking burn down anyone and anything that ever tries to get between us.”
Belle grimaced and covered her face with her hands again. “Okay fine, that sounds pretty psychotic.”
“Damn straight it does.”
“I just… Showing up here with a butt plug is not in the same category of burning down everything. I didn’t threaten to kidnap you, throw you in the trunk of my dad’s car, and drive us to Mexico.”
I blinked. “The fact that you have such a detailed plan isn’t very reassuring.”
“I’m not psychotic!”
I held out both hands palms-up and looked skeptical.
“I was just gonna seduce you! That’s all! I’m horny and you’re horny! Sam can have her fucking Rule but I thought, ‘You know what? That rule doesn’t apply to us. And to be fair, I didn’t really think through all the consequences of giving you a blowjob after the Halloween party, or to keep blowing you in secret for two weeks after that, and I think things still turned out pretty well, didn’t they? I thought maybe we could still keep each other satisfied while you work through your issues with Neevie. I genuinely didn’t think of it in terms of ‘betraying’ the BTC. ‘Betray’ is such a strong word. I mean, they already know I’m spending the night. I’m sure half of them already assume I’m seducing you right now.”
“And resenting you for it. This is the kind of shit that will fracture the BTC and you know it!”
She put her face in her hands and shook her head. “I guess… I guess I thought we could get away with it. I don’t REALLY want to upset them all. I…” She sighed and took a deep breath. “You wanna know what I was thinking? I was thinking of YOU. I was thinking about how much you already look like shit after not getting laid for three whole fucking days. Nevermind that all the rest of us haven’t gotten laid for three days and we’re managing to not fall apart at the seams.”
“I’m not falling apart at the seams,” I muttered defensively.
She just gave me skeptical look. Then she sighed and shook her head. “I’ve always been the one you talk with to feel better. I thought this was my big chance to really make a difference with my body. I already know I don’t stack up with the other girls physically. I’m the only little shorty in the club. My boobs aren’t big enough to give you a proper tittyfuck. No matter how much we try, you’ll never just be able to slam your dick into my teeny little asshole unlubed like you can with some of the others. I’ll never be able to just slam fuck my face all the way down to the base of your cock the way Mari does. But this? I thought I could do this. I thought I could make you feel better. That’s what a girl in love DOES, you know? To show her love. To show how important someone is to her. Even when she’s feeling taken for granted.”
Her tears were flowing again, even as she fought them off.
I sighed. “Look, B… If I’ve made you feel neglected or taken for granted, I’m sorry. That was never my intent. And I’m going to make a concerted effort in the future to make clear how important you are to me.”
Still wiping away tears, she nodded her agreement.
“But we need to change the dynamic of how we communicate a bit. I’m an open book with you, always telling you how I really feel, whether it’s my infatuation with Neevie or my excitement to take Zofi out on a date. Now maybe it’s unfair for me to talk in such glowing terms about other girls. It’s only natural for you to feel jealous, and maybe it’s better if I keep those thoughts to myself.”
“What? No! I love that you share that stuff with me.”
“No, I can’t. You’ve just proven that me telling you how I feel about the other girls fuels your jealousy. I know me being open like that makes you feel special, but it’s pretty obvious that you can’t actually handle the truth.”
“But… that kind of open honesty is what makes us… US.”
“Be that as it may, I can’t and won’t be so wide open telling you my feelings about the other girls. Not anymore. I won’t be the frog boiling to death in the pot because he’s too fucking stupid to realize it’s getting too hot.”
“What?”
“Nevermind,” I muttered with a sigh. Then, I took a deep breath and tried to give her a reassuring smile. “Look, I promise I’ll continue to be honest and open about how I feel about you. But that needs to go both ways. How you feel, and especially how you feel about ME… I need to know that. Your mood swings have been going from hot to cold to passionate to clingy and all over the fucking map lately. It feels like you’ve been keeping this jealousy bottled up for months now, and after leaking out in spurts, the fucking sewer line burst tonight. And maybe this is my fault for not probing more, for letting myself get distracted by the other girls instead of sitting you down and hashing this out weeks ago when I realized you were always deflecting me, but you have GOT to be more open with me so I can tell I’m about to step in a big pile of Belle shit before I actually do, alright?”
“Alright.”
“Look, I’m at a really weird point in my life. This break-up with Neevie has me reevaluating how I feel about all six of you, and it’s really fucking with my head. If this were simple, I’d have just said ‘fuckit’ already and nailed Neevie by now, but it’s not. I mean seriously: I’m horny and she’s willing, and yet I’m still choosing abstinence. ME! But despite all that, I KNOW I love you, and will always love you, alright? I don’t yet know if that’s going to end up being romantic love. Twelve-year-old Matty will always be ‘in love’ with Annabelle, but we’re eighteen now and I still need to figure that stuff out. I…” I took a deep breath. “Right now at least, I’m not ‘yours’. I’m not anybody else’s either, but I’m definitely not ‘yours’, and I need you to recognize that.”
“But you’re supposed to be mine,” she whimpered, grimacing as if I was stabbing her in the heart.
“Someday. Maybe. I dreamed that future a lot myself. But you and I are NOT going to ride off into the sunset in a pumpkin carriage just because of a dream.”
Again, she grimaced and clenched her eyes like I’d stabbed her in the heart.
“Belle, we’re not even dating, let alone on a path to Happily Ever After. I’m not your boyfriend, and honestly, I’m gonna tell you the exact same thing I told Neevie this afternoon.”
That piqued her interest, and she looked up at me with a frown. “What’s that?”
“If you really think we belong together romantically, I won’t stop you from pursuing me. I won’t stop you from trying to prove you love me the way you say you do. But I’m not going to just stop being with the others because you say so, and I’m not going to pretend to want a romantic relationship with you right now when… at least for now… I don’t. I love you as my Annabelle. But I am NOT in the right head space to be ‘yours’ or anybody else’s.”
Belle gave me a curious look. “You really told that to Neevie?”
I blinked. “Yeah, why.”
Belle snorted. “Good lord you’re in for it now.”
“What did I do?”
Shaking her head, Belle sighed. “You dared Neevie to prove that she loves you. You thought that girl was all over you before? You have NO idea how crazy she’s gonna get now.”
“Well, I did tell her she had to prove it emotionally. Physically, she’s already convinced me. Proving it emotionally is gonna be different.”
“Well at least there’s that.” After taking a deep breath, she seemed to have been calmed down by thinking about something other than her own wounded feelings for me. But a moment later, she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “So what it sounds like you’re saying is: Now I’m just one of the BTC girls to you. All six of us… equal… And if any one of us wants to escalate a romance to the next level, we’ll have to convince you it’s the right choice, that about cover it?”
I heard the venom in her tone and thought about my response. Clearly, the thought of being only equal to the other five did NOT sit well with her. “Well, you’re not just one of the BTC girls to me. You’re still my Annabelle. The bottom baseline for us is you ending up my ‘little sister’ who I’ll always love until the day I die. I just… I wouldn’t abandon the entire BTC for you anymore. The others… they’re too important to me now. Does that make sense?”
She made a stink face, quite obviously not thrilled with that change in attitude. But a moment later she sighed and nodded, saying, “That actually makes sense.”
I looked into her eyes. “I’m serious. I need you to open up to me and not bury these feelings of jealousy anymore. Hot as it was at the time, having you screaming ‘You understand me?’ in my face while fucking the shit out of me was pretty scary. And if you start getting unhinged like that again, you’re never getting this house key back.”
“I’m SORRY, okay? I never meant to… It’s just… This whole abstinence thing is KILLING me. I should’ve fought back when Sam suggested it in the first place. To be this close to you and not be able to hold you. Not be able to clutch your body against mine and feel your thickness filling me up from deep inside.”
I groaned and closed my eyes as well. “I know. It kills me too.”
“I love you, Matty.”
“I know that.”
“I want to be with you. Forever.”
“I know that. But not tonight. And not any other night until this whole thing gets resolved.”
She shuddered and hung her head forward.
I was about to tell her to go home, but she looked so small and sad that just before the words left my lips, I felt my heart crack and couldn’t bring myself to kick her out. Instead, I took a deep breath and said, “Look, I’m going to take a shower… Alone… But…”
She picked her head up, eyes brightening a little by the ‘but’.
I told myself I was going to regret this, but I went ahead and added, “But we can still cuddle tonight if you like.”
At first, Belle grinned eagerly. But a moment later she closed her eyes, made a stink face again, and sighed. After taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and said in resignation, “Actually… I think I’m going to go home.”
I blinked. “Really?”
“You’re right. I’ve… I’ve lost control. I don’t blame you for not trusting me right now. I don’t really trust myself. If I stay here, I’m liable to mount you in your sleep.”
“If you stay here, I’m liable to push it into you in your sleep.”
There was a glimmer of my impish pixie in her eyes when she looked up. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
“No, no, I agree. It’s probably best if you go home.”
“Yeah… I mean, even if none of the girls said anything, deep down they’re already resenting me for being here. But if we can tell them honestly that we had a big conversation and I went home to sleep in my own bed, they’ll all be pretty relieved.”
My heart sank a bit as I realized this was really happening. “I’m going to miss you tonight.”
She nodded. “Me, too. But we both know it’s for the best.”
I nodded as well, took a deep breath, and started heading for the bathroom.
“Hey Matty?” Belle called after me.
I turned to glance back at her.
“I’m really sorry about tonight. Actually, I’m sorry about Tuesday night too. I’m sorry about my behavior these last few weeks. You’re right… I was getting a little unhinged. I let my jealousy fuel all these negative emotions, and I think I lost myself for a bit there.”
I walked back to her, held her head, and gave her a sweet kiss. “It’s already forgotten.”
Her eyes were still moist, but she managed to smile. “Thank you for that. Not everyone would be so forgiving.”
“I’m me. And you’re my Annabelle.”
She pulled me to her and kissed me again, this time with a lot more heat. It almost felt like she was going to try seducing me again, but just before she got that far, she broke the kiss and panted while staring into my eyes. “Do something for me?”
“What?”
Belle smirked. “Hurry up and fuck the shit outta Neevie. I need you deep inside me again… and SOON.”
I chuckled. “Maybe you should’ve taken Alice’s bet.”
****
Belle left, and I went to take a shower. I’d still gotten no relief, and while shampooing my hair I started remembering the sight of Belle’s perky asscheeks split by that silver disc with the blue crystal in it, and before I could even open my eyes a new erection popped up. I automatically fisted it and gave myself a few half-hearted strokes before stopping. I was sick of this sex boycott and a little angry at Sam for starting it in the first place.
As far as I was concerned, the point about sisterhood solidarity had been made, and nothing further was to be gained by everyone continuing to hold out on each other. Resetting everyone back to platonic relationships was not only driving ME nuts, but most likely everyone else as well. Like I said, you can’t unfuck a girl, and you can’t uncross a bridge that’s already been crossed. Staying ‘in balance’ wasn’t possible anymore, as my feelings for each of the girls was on its own path now whether or not we individually had sex.
Plus, this whole bit about pressuring me into resuming my sexual activities with Naimh when I didn’t feel like it was the right thing for our relationship yet was just plain WRONG. If the roles were reversed and I was trying to forcibly leverage one of the girls into having sex with someone she didn’t feel comfortable doing so with… I mean… legally that’s called sexual coercion, isn’t it? It’s like one step from rape.
I was done with this, and not just for the sake of getting laid. Dealing with Belle’s near-betrayal tonight on top of all the other sexual frustration I’d been going through for the past seventy-odd hours had put me in a mood no longer conducive to putting up with all this bullshit. And it was with that thought squarely in my mind that I exited the shower, spent the bare minimum of time drying off, and went straight to the phone on my nightstand.
I dialed quickly, got her mom, and apologized for the lateness of the hour. Two minutes later, she answered the phone, asking, “Matty? Hey, what’s up?”
I took a deep breath, set my jaw, and practically growled, “We need to talk.”
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Bluedragonauthor
I elected not to have a birthday party for anyone (in part because of the Patreon ToS)
Firefly
I just noticed that at this point the story covers a timespan of several months, yet afair there hasn't been a single birthday of any of the seven main characters. (Or am I forgetting something?)
Jeff Potato
Matty handled this better than I expected. I really thought he was about to fuck up like a moron when he carried Belle upstairs. ...You know, Matty *is* his mother's son in some ways. They both have a lot of emotional intelligence, even if they express it quite differently.
