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The Big Tits Club: Chapter 25
🕑 Added 2021-04-05 15:00:05 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 25: Evolving --
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I’d never seen two girls making out in the shower before. I mean, I’d taken a shower with two girls at the same time twice: the first with Zofi and Alice at the end of the drunken winter break orgy, and the second last Sunday with Naimh and Belle. But Alice wasn’t into making out with other girls, and last Sunday the focus had been more on me.
This afternoon, my two shower companions were quite intent on making out with each other, and after busting my nut deep inside Naimh’s tight asshole a few minutes earlier, I was perfectly happy to stand back and watch.
They were beautiful together: one gorgeous face making love to the other while the water slicked back their hair and ran in rivulets across their naked skin. Hands rubbed each other’s breasts, yes, but they also stroked bare skin everywhere else. Fingernails dug into each other’s ass, yes, but they also scratched inner thighs, tweaked nipples, and even tickled throats. The way the two of them caressed each other’s body was just SO different from the way I would have done so. There was a grace to their movements that I simply lacked. And despite having cum twice this afternoon, I soon found myself leaning back against the shower wall with a fresh erection pointed straight at my two water nymphs.
My girlfriend noticed and was quick to sink to her knees. My other girlfriend sank down right beside her a second later, the two of them taking hold of my ass and legs before taking turns worshipping my cock with their mouths. I held both their heads, moaned in ecstasy, and let them pleasure me until I couldn’t hold it in anymore and began blasting ropes of spunk all over both of their exquisite faces. That started a fresh round of making out with each other, licking jizz trails from each other’s cheeks and foreheads and snowballing their found gold into each other’s mouth.
Like I said: Sunday was AWESOME.
The three of us finished cleaning up, dried off, and got re-dressed. Zofi checked the time and suggested we could still finish the football game. Naimh rolled her eyes and said she’d probably just head back home. At first, both Zofi and I insisted we could find something the three of us could do together, but Naimh waved us off, saying she’d gotten what she came for (many, many amazing orgasms) and was probably better off getting back home to her parents sooner than later.
The three of us headed down the stairs, Naimh still glowing about how many times she’d cum. “Orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. You guys are INCREDIBLE. And seriously, Matty. You must’ve shot your sperm so fucking DEEP up my asshole I’m amazed it started leaking out of me as fast as it did. It really didn’t taste bad?”
Zofi shrugged. “It tasted like any other creampie. Well, maybe I missed having pussy flavor on top of it, but-- Oh, SHIT!”
Naimh had already come to a dead stop on the stairs, her eyes getting BIG in utter shock right around the time Zofi was saying the phrase “pussy flavor”. When Zofi noticed the redhead’s forward momentum had stopped, she followed Naimh’s stunned gaze to the bottom of the stairs where Mother looked up at us with a rather smug smirk on her face, hence her abrupt exclamation.
“Zofia, language please, unless you’re attempting to accurately describe the flavor of Naimh’s anal creampie,” Mother tsked gently, the amusement not leaving her eyes. “Regardless, I’m pleased to hear my son is taking good care of you young ladies. Carry on.” She headed on down the hallway and into the kitchen as if everything was completely ordinary.
Unfortunately, Zofi didn’t stay for the rest of the football game.
****
Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot Monday morning. She came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb, and I’ll readily admit I did NOT expect her to say what she said. Literally, the first words out of her mouth after our fist bump were, “I get your next date.”
I blinked twice and froze in my tracks. “Wait, what?”
“Relax, I’m not asking you to pop my cherry.” Alice gave me a sly, sideways glance. “But the girls all made some calls over the weekend and worked it out. I get you Saturday morning to hang out, play video games, and… uh… well… you know…”
After everything we’d been through, I found it rather nice Alice could still blush and get too embarrassed to actually say the words. I bailed her out by interjecting, “Yeah, I know.”
“Anyways,” she continued without missing a beat, “Mari wants you to take her out to a nice dinner Saturday night and then she’s gonna have a ‘sleepover’ with Belle, which… actually… will be the truth!”
I nodded. “Belle told me that part on the drive.”
“Sam gets you Sunday morning.”
“Morning?” I glanced at Belle. “Uh, how early?”
“Morning… ish. Like, 10am. You don’t have to get up that early, and she said she wouldn’t need you for long,” Alice explained. “Afterwards, Zofi’s inviting you to watch football with her and her dad.”
I blinked and repeated, “And her dad?”
Alice shrugged and gave me a look suggesting I should ask Zofi for clarification.
Belle leaned forward. “Wait, what about Neevie?”
“Yeah… so…” Alice grimaced. “Her parents aren’t too happy that she’s spent the entirety of the last TWO weekends away from home. That, and the way she’s been floating around on Cloud Nine ever since you asked her to be your girlfriend has her dad convinced she’s seeing a boy, and her parents kinda put her on lockdown this weekend.”
My face fell. “Really?”
“Yeah, sucks, I know. But the timing does work out rather nicely. The rest of us get a weekend to have our own ‘dates’. And this won’t be forever. We’ll figure out other ways to get you two some quality time together. And of course, we still have weekday afternoons.”
“Right, right.” I felt that heartache inside again. The deep-rooted pain in my gut at my girlfriend’s absence. After that incredible threesome with Zofi yesterday afternoon, I’d been satiated enough that I didn’t feel it until just now. But getting the news that I wouldn’t be able to spend time with Naimh this weekend hit me like a hammer to the chest. And I actually felt moisture coming into my eyes.”
“Man, you really love her, don’t you?” Alice murmured, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, she squeezed me tightly.
The expression on my face was answer enough.
Alice chuckled and mussed up my hair with her free hand. “It’s alright. I know exactly how to make you feel better.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You do?”
She nodded, smirked at me, and tapped my chest just over my heart. “Naimh had the exact same look on her face when I went over to her house. She’s just as in love with you.”
Alice was right. I did feel better.
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Whereas last week, Naimh and I went out of our way to ensure the other girls felt prioritized, this week the opposite was true. On Monday, while Mari still got her “study break” which involved a few deep-throats and me banging her doggy-style until she had a screaming orgasm, she declared herself satisfied after that and sent me and Naimh out of Belle’s house and over to mine so we could express how much we still passionately loved each other despite the Romeo and Juliet-level injustice wreaked upon our two humble personages by her arbitrarily irrational parents.
So of course I wound up blasting Naimh’s tight butthole from behind in an epic bout of hammertime anal lovemaking.
Oh yeah, and Sam came over in the evening, but we didn’t even have sex if you can believe it. She just hung out and chatted with Mother.
Tuesdays were usually Alice and Neevie days, and well… actually, that stayed an Alice and Neevie day. But that was more because Alice wanted to get blowjob advice from Naimh. So the two of them spent more than an hour pulling two separate ejaculations out of me, focusing on technique and a good bit of trial and error. I was especially pleased to find that Alice also wanted titfucking advice from Naimh, and when I finally splooged all over the Korean babe’s boobs, she seemed rather proud of herself. It was quite surreal to see Naimh laugh and give her friend a proud fist bump before scraping off a glob of cum from the slope of Alice’s left tit and popping it into her mouth, and then a moment later Alice scraped a glob of cum from her right tit and popped it into Neevie’s mouth.
Sam and Zofi finally got their cookies on Wednesday. I was basically a living dildo at that point so Sam could ride my dick and Zofi could ride my face while the two of them made love to each other. But once they got their orgasms, the three of us teamed up on Naimh and left the redhead face-down, drooling, unconscious, and leaking sperm from both holes.
Thursday had always been a Belle and Mari day, but they didn’t even get “study breaks”. We actually did our homework, and then they sent me home in time for Naimh to come visit. Somewhat surprisingly, my girlfriend and I didn’t have sex right away. We spooned in my bed with our clothes on, not even talking, really. She just wanted to feel me wrapped around her, and I enjoyed the feel of her body held close to mine…
… for like, twenty minutes. Maybe thirty. Then she started rubbing her ass against my erection, turned around, and muttered, “Enough of that.” She started kissing me, and a few minutes later she had her arms flung back and her legs in the air while I pounded the hell out of her.
It was nice. But just like every day, she always had to go back home to her family well before dinnertime. She at least tried to say she was grateful to have as much time with me as she did. Most other high school couples could only dream of being able to fuck each other five days in a row.
Friday, we hung out as a group, like always, but even then her parents made her come home before dinner. I made sure to satisfy her before she left, of course, and Alice and Zofi were happy to be my couch cuddle partners in the evening while we watched a movie.
But… well… I missed my girlfriend.
I especially missed her knowing I wouldn’t get to see her again until Monday.
But Naimh alone was not the BTC. The silver lining in her absence was the opportunity to spend more quality time with the rest of them. And hey, I had four dates lined up in one weekend. How many guys can ever say that?
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“Holy crap that feels SO weird,” Belle giggled.
“Weird good or weird bad?” I asked. “Because from the tone of your voice it sounds like ‘weird good’.”
“I can’t decide. Go back to licking me at least.”
I went back to licking. But I also continued to play with the knob on the end of Belle’s hot pink butt plug.
“Nngh…” she groaned. “I’m imagining you putting your fat dick in there and it scares the shit out of me. Pardon the term; probably the least sexy thing I could’ve said there.”
“Don’t apologize. I’m pretty scared of hurting you, too.” I got back to munching.
“But then I think of that blissful look on Neevie’s face when she had you deep inside her. What does she keep calling it? Oh, yeah: her ‘sacred core’. And I wonder what it must really feel like.”
“Don’t overhype it,” I warned. “Neevie may be the Anal Queen of the BTC, and you may end up being a one-and-done. I’d like to think my cockhead pinging off your cervix may still be your ultimate of ultimate feelings.”
“It IS a pretty amazing feeling.”
“Wanna feel it now?”
“Uh-huh. But don’t forget to take the plug out first.”
I stuck my tongue against her clit and nodded my head rapidly up and down by way of answer. But then I also grabbed the disk on the end and gently pulled her plug out. We’d tried having sex one time with the plug still inside, but she simply didn’t have enough room in her skinny body for both the plug AND my dick. Having learned that lesson, I was quick to set the hot pink silicone shape aside and happily slid up her body to climb aboard.
Ten minutes later, I pulled my lips off my sweet Annabelle’s and asked, quietly, “In or out?”
“Mmm, in…” she crooned, wrapping her legs around my waist and crossing her ankles for emphasis. “I wanna feel your essence leaking out of me all day.”
I grinned and kissed her quickly. “Man, I love you.”
She grinned right back and kissed me again as well. “I love you, too.”
It was a different love than I felt for Naimh: less intense, less painful in her absence, but love nonetheless. Of that, I had no doubt. I thrust a few more times, making sure to ping her cervix and really grind my pelvis down on her clit. And when she stiffened up and whimpered her orgasm, I slammed forward one final time and joined her.
I didn’t get off her for a long while, enjoying the feel of her small body huddled underneath mine while we softly kissed. For someone who had initially been unable to share a bed with me (sleeping on the other side of the bed in Tahoe while I’d spooned Mari), time and practice had made her a lot more comfortable with it. Nowadays she fell asleep with her head on my chest and my arm wrapped around her. And holding each other close like this in the post-orgasmic glow had become quite the familiar routine. In fact, I dare say she enjoyed holding me like this, feeling my weight on top of her even more than going after a creampie. Matty’s Cumslut tended to come out more when there were other girls around, and when it was just the two of us lately, she seemed to always be answering “in” and never “out”.
But I couldn’t lie on top of her forever. Eventually, I started to go soft and we had to actually, y’know… breathe… So we stopped making out and I finally rolled off. Afterwards, we got up, went through our morning routine, and Belle dressed in day clothes she’d stored in my closet for this very purpose. We kissed as she went out the front door.
An hour later, Alice greeted me with a fist bump and flopped onto the couch. She grabbed her controller while I fired up GT2. But instead of grabbing my controller and joining her, I settled onto my knees in front of the couch.
My best friend frowned at me. “What are you doing?”
I grinned. Naimh had given me this idea when she gave me a blowjob during the football game last Sunday. “You drive. I’ll eat.”
At first Alice looked like she wanted to argue, but a second later, she caught herself, nodded thoughtfully at the novelty, and let me take her jeans off.
Twenty minutes later, she dared me to try and beat her time on the same course while she went down on me.
Spoiler alert: I couldn’t beat it.
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“I got you! I got you!” Alice proclaimed enthusiastically, but her mood was about to change.
“I got… What? No!” she exclaimed, mashing the buttons on her controller. “Wait-wait-wait-wait… FUCK! AGAIN! NOOOOOOOOO!!!”
Tossing her controller onto the couch cushion beside her, Alice got off the couch and stomped away a few paces. Gently setting my own controller down on the floor in front of me, I interlaced my fingers behind my head and reclined against the backrest, a smug look on my face.
“TWO red shells? TWO?” Alice spat in disgust as she spun back to face me from halfway across the family room. “Like five fucking INCHES from the finish line?”
I shrugged. “You’re getting awfully worked up over a simple game of Mario Kart.”
“Auuugggh!!!” Alice threw up her hands and paced away from me again.
“A bet’s a bet,” I drawled nonchalantly.
“I know, I know,” she seethed, still pacing. Facing away from me, she couldn’t see the way I’d raised both hands and even now slowly lowered my fingers one at a time.
She turned back to face me while I still had both hands in the air, but had taken down all but my last two fingers. Frowning, she watched me mutter, “… two… one… and she’s back.”
Rolling her eyes, Alice returned to the couch in front of me. “Keep acting like you know everything about me and I’ll stomp off and make you start your countdown again.”
“A bet’s a bet. ‘Slave for Thirty Minutes’ I believe was the wager?”
Rolling her eyes again, Alice sighed and gestured for me to get it over with. “You gonna pull down your shorts or order Slave Alice to do it for you?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “Nuh-uh. Climb into my lap.”
Alice frowned, not understanding.
“I’m serious. Straddle me right here. That’s an order, slave.”
I already knew my best friend wasn’t some closet submissive who got off on being bossed around. If anything, she preferred to do the bossing around in our relationship, but she sighed and moved to sit in my lap with one knee to either side of me.
Holding up one finger, I waggled it almost threateningly in her face, stating, “You must remain silent until I tell you otherwise, understand? No snarky comments. No scoffs of disbelief. I’ll allow certain unavoidable noises, but definitely no spoken words. Nod your head if you understand.”
Pinching her lips, Alice definitely looked like she wanted to say a few choice words, but she swallowed them reluctantly and nodded her head.
I took a deep breath before beginning. The ‘Slave for Thirty Minutes’ bet had been Alice’s idea. She’d beaten me twice in a row already and I was pretty sure she had an idea to make me start a backrub that would turn into a full-body rub with a Happy Ending. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d wanted me to do something like that to her, and it was getting close to the time she was supposed to go home. I still had a date with Mari tonight, after all. But now that I’d won the race, I figured I could use the wager to my advantage.
“No speaking,” I reminded her, emphasizing my order by touching my finger to her lips to keep her silent. Then, I took a deep breath, let my eyes roam up and down her athletically toned body, and slid both hands across her shoulders, down her sides, and finally grabbed meaty handfuls of her bare buttcheeks.
After I went down on her, Alice had never put her jeans back on. She put her panties back on, for sanitary reasons if nothing else, but she’d spent the majority of her time in my house wearing nothing but a t-shirt over her underwear.
First, I bunched up the back of the Korean girl’s panties, tucking as much of the material into her ass crack to expose as much bare buttcheek skin as I could. Then I spent thirty seconds just grabbing, fondling, and playing with Alice’s ass. This was unusual in and of itself, given that I’d spent years being “safe Matty” who would never reach out and grab a girl’s ass uninvited. Most of the times I did so nowadays were during one sex act or another, like playing with a girl’s buttcheeks while simultaneously eating her out.
Eventually, I reached underneath the back of Alice’s t-shirt, sliding my right hand all the way up until I found the clasp to her bra. I deftly unhooked her with just my fingertips, having had a lot of practice by now. And as my compliant slave for the moment, she merely watched me through half-lidded eyes as I pulled the bra straps out through both shirt sleeves and off her arms, tucked the straps back in through the sleeves, and finally yanked the bra down the front of her chest and dropped it melodramatically onto the couch cushion beside us.
Alice had pretty big nipples, and in public she would often get self-conscious about them poking through her shirts. Whereas the other BTC girls, save Mari, would proudly show off their headlights and enjoy the extra attention, Alice would wear bras that had built-in pads to specifically prevent that from happening. Even today she wore a baggy comic book t-shirt. I grabbed a chip clip from the bag of pretzels nearby and opened and closed the clips “mouth” in front of her face. Alice’s eyes went wide, perhaps afraid I was about to clamp my slave’s nipples or something. But instead, I pulled the back of her t-shirt taut, clipped the material together so it wouldn’t loosen, and delighted in the sight of the large dents she made in her tight t-shirt. At least I knew she wouldn’t mind ME looking.
But tempted as I was to reveal those puffy nipples in all their glory, I wasn’t done playing with her yet. Reaching around for the back of her hem, I dragged the t-shirt up her body all the way up to the bottom of her boobs. But I didn’t take the shirt off. Rather, I sagged against the backrest to give myself some extra viewing room, brought my hands around to the front of her t-shirt, and raised the hem up very slowly until I had about an inch of underboob exposed.
I stared in rapture at the creamy stripes of pale titflesh available to my view. Despite the “silence” warning, she couldn’t help but giggle quietly at the way I stopped to gawk. Alice used to say the fact that I’d look at her this way was quite validating, and I definitely wanted her to feel validated at this moment. I let my thumbs trail across the twin creases where her titflesh met her chest, dragged the thumbnails forward down the underslope, across the bottom, and then started their upward journey as well. Without raising her shirt any higher, I let my thumbs glide all the way up and rub those puffy pink nipples I could feel but still not see. And she shivered and closed her eyes when I did so.
Her eyes were still closed when my lips met hers. She sighed happily at the touch and started kissing me back just as firmly as I was kissing her. I slid my hands off her tits and around to her back without removing them from inside her shirt. I brought our chests together, forcefully kissing her hard enough to make our heads turn while my tongue came out to play. And she moaned into my mouth while her pussy started grinding against the boner in my gym shorts.
I started helping her. Grabbing her ass and thrusting my pelvis up, I started dry humping her against my dick in a manner very much like the way Sam used to. I paused to rip off my shirt, separated our two bodies enough for me to finally pop the hem of her t-shirt over her breasts, and bent her backwards so I could start suckling one of those fat nipples in my mouth. Alice groaned and clutched my head to her breast while I nursed like a starving infant. I switched teats, motorboating my face in her melons for a bit in-between, and then reached up to grab both breasts in my hands while I started kissing her ferociously once again.
I never took her t-shirt off. From the time she’d arrived at my house to the time she left, it never came off her neck. The only time she even pulled her arms in through the sleeves came much, much later when she finally had to put her bra back on to go home. In the meantime, it stayed bunched up around her armpits, granting me access to her big D-cup sweater puppies, access I very much took advantage of for the thirty minutes she remained my slave.
Presently, I pushed her backwards and ordered, “Stand up and take off your panties.”
Breathing heavily, Alice did as ordered, dismounting the couch and bending over to slide her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. I stood up as well, dropping my shorts and boxers to the floor, leaving me buck naked and her with just that t-shirt tightly bunched up around her armpits. And then in a sudden rush, I bent forward, put my shoulder into the Korean girl’s midsection, and flung her like a rag doll over my shoulder while standing up. She squealed and I spanked her butt, declaring loudly, “SILENCE, slave!”
Alice giggled and couldn’t quite remain silent. But she let me carry her like a caveman out of the family room, up the stairs, and into my bedroom. She shrieked when I tossed her bodily onto my bed. And she didn’t resist when I climbed straight onto her chest, my knees parked to either side of her shoulders and my big dick waving right in front of her face.
“Suck me, slave,” I ordered while grabbing her head in my hands.
Alice’s dark eyes flashed with little lightning bolts of energy as she opened her mouth and allowed me to thrust myself inside. She didn’t resist as I yanked her head back and forth to meet my equal and opposite pumping motions, making little “glumph-glumph-glumph” sounds with her throat. But I didn’t fuck her face for very long. After only a couple of minutes, I slithered my way down her body, pausing to nurse at both big breasts along the way. I caressed as much of her beautiful naked body as I could, appreciating her toned physique. She wasn’t quite as curvaceous as Sam, Mari, or Naimh, but she was certainly more muscular than Zofi’s waifish form. She had a body I wanted to try fucking for HOURS with, if and when she ever let me finally do it with her. And it was with that idea in mind that I parked my face between her thighs, ate her out until she ALMOST had an orgasm, and then climbed back up her body and laid my throbbing hard erection into the furrow of her pussy.
Alice gasped feeling the sex-on-sex contact. My cockhead was about three inches too high for penetration; but I was still in the vicinity enough to make her think about it. I kissed her again, interlacing my fingers through hers and pinning her hands back against the mattress a couple of feet behind her head. And after digging my toes and knees into my sheets, I started to dry-fuck her.
Clenching my abs, I kept my weight down to really make her clit feel every inch of cock rubbing against it, from mushroom head to root and then all the way back down. She whimpered and wriggled beneath me, but only with her upper body. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my lower back to help press her clit against me, and her lower body remained relatively still, trapped as it was beneath the majority of my weight. And with my hands pinning hers back she was basically helpless to resist me.
“I could fuck you slave. You know it and I know it. We both know I’d never rape you, but if I pulled my dick down another inch or so on the downswing and adjusted the angle of my hips,” I said moving into position to do just that as I slid myself across her channel, “it would be so simple for me to slide my schlong into my slave’s sweet unspoiled snatch.”
She was tempted, I could tell, but at the same time, she was enjoying this part too much as well. She was close to climax, and for a moment the thought crossed my mind, How AWESOME would it be for her to orgasm right at the moment of losing her virginity? Wait for her to start cumming, push myself into her while she’s thrashing beneath me, and then she’ll kiss me and thank me for making it perfect.
Just for a moment.
True, Alice might ultimately be okay with such a method of deflowering, but doing so would still be the definition of non-consensual, and we both knew I wasn’t going to do that. Instead, I rutted away at her, really going to town on her clit until she finally stopped thrashing, arched her back, and bucked her pelvis into mine while letting out an ear-piercing shriek that certainly violated the “silence” rule.
“AAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
I stopped humping her then, going still and keeping my weight on my pelvic bone against her clit. When her body collapsed, her legs dropped down, and her voice died out, I let go of her hands and instead caressed her sweaty, naked body while kissing her neck, her jaw, and ultimately her lips.
Crooning in post-orgasmic ecstasy, Alice wrapped her arms around my head and kissed me back fervently. But she had to pull away to pant for breath a moment later, eyes swirling around a bit like loose marbles in her head until she finally came back to earth, my room, and me.
Taking a deep breath, I gathered myself for what came next. Although I hadn’t cum, I wasn’t particularly interested in cumming either. I’d gotten this far with her for a purpose, and it was time for me to carry out the rest of my plan.
Still, Alice’s hot naked body was beneath me, and I couldn’t help reaching up and palming her tits while I remained on top of her. In a way, I willed her to understand my true feelings for her through my grip. And after waiting for her to get her focus back and finally look me straight in the eyes, I spoke in a firm voice…
“Alice… you’re a fucking idiot.”
She blinked twice before her eyes got big in shock at what I’d said. But just when she furrowed her eyebrows and started to say something, I pressed my index finger to her lips.
“Silence… slave,” I cautioned.
Alice pursed her lips, narrowed her eyes, and looked at me in confusion. I didn’t blame her. The statement had come out of nowhere for her. But the words I’d chosen had been on my mind for some time already.
She had come over to my house more than two hours earlier, and while we’d given each other an orgasm playing those first few games of GT2, our remaining time had been spent almost entirely platonically. We’d ribbed each other good naturedly about each other’s gaming skills, depending on who won what. We’d talked a little bit about schoolwork. We ordered pizza for lunch. And we even chatted a bit about what Naimh must be up to today being grounded at home.
But when I made a comment about playing video games with the rest of my “dates” this weekend, Alice had made a sarcastic remark that stuck with me about twenty minutes ago.
She’d spat, “Please. A horny teenage boy like you playing video games with fucking gorgeous babes like the BTC? The only reason you and I are still gaming is because I’ve always been unsexy Alice in your Friend Zone.”
I’d paused the game immediately and told her, “Wait, WHAT?”
She’d waved me off dismissively. “Let’s face it. I’ve never been the super sexy one of the group. I’m probably the LEAST sexy in the group, and that’s fine. That’s been my choice. It makes total sense that I get the least physical attention. You and me? THIS is who we are.” She held up the controller for emphasis.
“Alice… I didn’t know--”
“Forget it. We’re gaming,” she’d cut me off and unpaused the game.
I’d paused the game again. “Alice, I’m serious.”
“I said forget it.” She’d resumed the game, and from her tone I’d already known I wasn’t going to get anywhere with her immediately. But that didn’t mean I’d actually forgotten it.
She was my slave for thirty minutes (excuse me, about fifteen minutes remaining now). And by rule (even if it was only a rule between friends), she couldn’t dismiss me so easily anymore. So now I repeated the words I had said then.
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
Again, she looked like she wanted to say something, but I kept my finger on her lips until she settled down.
“You’re my friend, and in a lot of ways you’ve been my best friend for years, my best buddy. I’ve always been honest with you and that isn’t going to change now. So you can believe me when I say, ‘YOU ARE SEXY.’ You’re beautiful, and you’re sexy, and can you fucking FEEL how hard my dick is right now? Do you have ANY idea how much I’m dying inside wanting to just slide it into your buttery cunt right now?”
She whimpered and looked like she wanted to say something again, but I kept the finger down on her lips.
“Yes, I like playing video games with you. I’ve always liked playing video games with you. If one of the other girls enjoyed video games as much as we do, I’d honestly play video games with them, too, because video games are just plain fun. Don’t ever think we play video games because you’re not worthy of fucking or some such bullshit. You ARE worthy of fucking, and I’ll be happy to fuck you silly whenever you’re ready.”
I took a deep breath, kept grinding my dick against her pussy a bit, and squeezed her tits. “You have an amazing body that gets me horny at the mere sight of it, alright? Yeah, you don’t wear a ton of makeup or put your hair into fancy up-dos because that’s not you. I wouldn’t want you to change yourself for the sake of fashion. You’re my Alice, my best bud, just the way you are. It’s a fucking cliché, but it’s true. If you showed up one day out of the blue with inch-thick makeup on your face and freshly-styled salon hair and sweetly asked me to take you out on a fancy date and ultimately your virginity, I’d wonder what the hell you did with the REAL Alice, say ‘no’, and tell you to come back and ask me again when you were ready to be yourself.”
Alice frowned and looked scared all of a sudden. “You’d actually say no?”
I let go of her boob and shushed her again. And with a shrug, I nodded and replied honestly, “Yeah, under those conditions, I’d say no. Doing it like that wouldn’t be ‘us’. It wouldn’t feel right. It would feel like you were pretending to be something you’re not.”
“Gorgeous like Neevie.”
I pushed my finger down a little harder on her lips. Alice rolled her eyes and glared at me, but I waited her out until she settled down.
“Look, I don’t take one look at you and immediately think, ‘SEX, SEX, I wanna fuck that!’ Yes, I immediately think that when I see Neevie, because… well… I’ve ALWAYS thought that when I see Neevie; that’s our relationship. To be perfectly honest, we don’t really do much with each other except fuck each other’s brains out. You and me? Our relationship isn’t based on sex.”
“It’s based on video games, apparently.”
I sighed, rolled off her, and propped my head up with one elbow. Giving up on keeping her silent, I shrugged and remarked, “There are worse things to base a relationship on. It’s what we’ve always meant to each other. You’re my friend, and you’ve always been my friend, even if you happen to have boobs.”
Alice smirked and rolled herself onto her side to mirror me. “And you’re my friend, even if you happen to have a dick.”
“Convenient, that, to be friends with a dude, if getting uncomplicated orgasms is your goal.”
“True. But it also seems like finding convenient pussies to get uncomplicated ejaculations is your priority nowadays. Squeaky wheel gets the grease? She who gives it up the most often gets the… grease… or something. Isn’t that basically why you and Neevie are together now?”
I frowned. “Are you jealous of my relationship with Neevie?”
“No, of course not,” she replied automatically with a dismissive wave. “You two make a good couple. I’m happy for you.”
“I smell a ‘but’ coming…”
Alice took a deep breath. “But I can’t help wondering if things might’ve turned out differently had I been more willing to have sex with you back when this all started.”
I sighed. “I never wanted you to feel pressured to have sex with me.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “I already AM feeling pressured. This isn’t a new phenomenon. I told you way back months ago that once somebody broke the barrier, I’d feel… obligated… to put out for you just to keep up.”
“You know I’d never obligate you.”
She shook her head. “Maybe not, but the pressure to ‘keep up’ is still there. Or are you saying the ones who fuck you the most don’t get the bulk of your attention?”
I took a deep breath and sighed. “Sex sells, I won’t deny that. It’s no secret that I love tits. If you were to start wearing low-cut tops and bending over at the waist a little more often around me, I’d unavoidably stare a little more often in response. And… well… I’ll admit that when I’m feeling fucking horny and really want to just drive my dick into a willing pussy, I’m going to look first for one of the girls who’ll actually LET me drive my dick into them. I guess the question is: Is that who you really want to be?”
“No, of course not,” she replied reflexively, but then sighed and made a face. “Well, maybe… I just… I mean I see how happy being in a boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with Neevie makes you. I see the way your relationship with Belle has grown ever since you got the ‘little sister’ thing out of the way and became intimate. For years, I was your best friend. But now? I mean… a relationship based on video games works fine when you’re twelve, y’know? We’re not twelve anymore, Matty.”
“And you think we need a relationship based on sex now instead?”
“Would that really be so bad?”
I frowned. There was actual longing in her voice, and now I started to wonder if it wasn’t Alice’s feelings of being pressuredto have sex with me that were giving her angst, but rather her feelings of wanting to have sex with me that were doing so, and causing this conflict of personality. I pushed myself up to a sitting position and crossed my legs. “What are you saying?”
“We’re not twelve anymore,” she repeated, also sitting up and crossing her legs opposite me. While her t-shirt had remained bunched up beneath her armpits, it now fell down, covering her nudity. She bent forward, planting her elbows on her knees, interlacing her fingers in front of her mouth, and setting her chin on both thumbs. “And I think I’m having a bit of an identity crisis about that.”
“So it seems.”
Alice furrowed her eyebrows and stared down at the empty space of bedspread between us. “You’ve been my best friend since seventh grade: we played games together, we played sports together, we read comic books together. That was our thing together. Doing all that stuff let me be with my best friend. When all the other girls around me, the BTC included, got into hair and makeup and clothes and all that shit, I was happy I didn’t get caught up in it. Waste of time, waste of money, right? I mean, you never seemed to care that I didn’t dress in revealing clothing or put on lipstick. I watched all those other boys turn into drooling dweebs when I started growing a pair of breasts, but you didn’t. You told me my value to you wasn’t based on my physical attributes.”
“It didn’t. It still doesn’t.”
She shook her head sadly. “We’re not twelve anymore, Matty. You said it yourself: sex sells. There’s a reason why you’re Neevie’s boyfriend now.”
I grimaced. “So you ARE feeling jealous of the time I spend with her?”
“NO,” Alice insisted, opening her hands and thrusting them at me in frustration that I wasn’t getting it. “This is NOT about Neevie. It’s about ME.”
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to follow here. Really, I am.”
Alice huffed, stared away from me, and then put her chin back on her thumbs. When she had re-gathered herself, she began, “I appreciate you being my best friend. You made me feel comfortable in my own skin at a time when my hormones were going crazy and I was going through all these physical changes that freaked me out. If it wasn’t for you, I think I would have turned out a very different person. I might’ve stopped playing video games or sports and gotten sucked into the makeup and clothes crowd trying to fit in. I don’t think I would’ve had the kind of self-confidence I have today if it wasn’t for you.”
I frowned. “Your words are saying thank you, but your tone sounds pretty regretful.”
“I’ve spent years being ‘Matty’s best friend’. Belle and Mari have always been BFFs. Sam and Zofi have always been together. You and I were the third pair in the BTC. The other girls have always offered to help me with my makeup and update my wardrobe from jeans and baggy t-shirts, and I look back and wonder if I shouldn’t have taken them up on those offers. I wonder if I turned them down because I worried that turning into a girly-girl would’ve changed the way you thought about me. I got a ton of one-on-one time with you over the years because of our shared love of video games and comic books. I mean, if you wanted to hang out with girly-girls, you had plenty of opportunity with the BTC. But you chose to hang out with ME instead, and that was precious to me.”
“I would have loved hanging out with you no matter what kind of clothing you wore.”
“Maybe when we were twelve, but not anymore. Sam bends over, her scoop-neck sweater dips down, and all of a sudden I’m invisible.”
I winced. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel invisible.”
Alice reached forward and bopped my forehead. “You really do apologize too much.”
I resisted the urge to say “I’m sorry” again.
Taking a deep breath, Alice shook her head and said, “I know I can’t compete with sex goddesses like Neevie and Sam. Not even Belle, Zofi, or Mari, really.”
I frowned. “Alice, you are every bit--”
“Shut up. I’m not trying to play ugly duckling here. You don’t have to tell me I have a pretty face and a nice rack; I know that. This,” she raised her t-shirt back up to reveal her toned, naked body for a few seconds before letting it drop again, “is perfectly fuckable. I get it. But let’s be real. We both know the rest of them are a step above me. Video games and comic books are my advantage to level the playing field, to get me the quality time with you that they get through sheer sex appeal. And without those, you just might lose interest in hanging out with me.”
“That’s not true. I--”
“Five minutes ago, you said that if I showed up wearing makeup and asked for a fancy date so you could take my virginity, you’d say ‘no’. That I should come back when the REAL Alice showed up. You already have this preconceived notion of who I am: your video game buddy, not the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever seen. And even when I gave you a blowjob for the first time, you remember what you said?”
I frowned, not remembering right away.
“You said, ‘Who ARE you?’” she recited for me. “You couldn’t even conceive that your ‘best buddy Alice’ had actually given you a blowjob. Your idea of the REAL Alice was the tomboy who played video games with you, not a sexy young woman who’d grown up and had urges of her own.”
I pursed my lips and looked abashed.
Alice exhaled. “Your relationships with the other girls have evolved. Belle’s gone from little sister to intimate partner. Mari was just the shy wallflower friend but now sees you as her knight in shining armor. Sam’s gone from the dominant, teasing flirt with all the power in your relationship to a scared little girl afraid you don’t love her as much as she wants you to. Even Zofi was just a casual friend, probably the BTC girl you spent the least time with, but now you’re the one guy in the whole universe with whom she trusts to explore her sexuality.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Wait, what was that about Sam?”
“Silence, slave,” she cut me off, a wry grin on her face.
I pursed my lips and bit my tongue.
“OUR relationship hasn’t really evolved. I mean yeah, I’m giving you blowjobs and you go down on me. But in a lot of ways, I’m the same girl I was when I was twelve. I wear jeans and baggy t-shirts, try to pretend I never grew a D-cup, and spend all my time thinking about video games and comic books. Maybe it’s time I grew up.”
“And what does ‘growing up’ mean for you?”
“Well for one thing, it means coming to terms with my grown-up sexuality. For years, I gave up on other boys in order to maintain my friendship with you. I knew I could never date anybody else and still be your best friend.”
“Wait, what? I never said--”
“Please.” Alice gave me a look. “I could never have remained your best friend if I ever dated somebody else. Something would have changed. Not that this is unique among the BTC because none of us ever had a serious boyfriend, but while you would’ve handled Belle or Sam or any of the others seeing a guy, none of them was your best friend.”
I frowned. “Are you saying you want to find a boyfriend now? As part of ‘growing up’?”
Alice snorted. “No, of course not. We graduate in five months. There’s no reason to start a serious relationship this late in the game. And if all I wanted were hookups, 99% of the dating couples I know get together way less than you and I do. Even if I did that, it would mean less time spent with my best friends. And on top of all THAT, I…”
Alice’s voice trailed off, and she abruptly spun around to the side of the bed and swung her legs over the side. With a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her midsection and hugged herself.
Worried, I slid over to join her. I reached out and wrapped my right arm around her lower back, hugging her against my side, and she set her head down on my shoulder.
After giving her a minute or so of silence to compose herself, I finally asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she replied, taking a deep breath and sitting upright again. She glanced at me for a moment, looked straight ahead, and started nodding. “I’m not going to go looking for a boyfriend, but I WILL lose my cherry before graduation. And you’re gonna do that for me.”
I blinked, expecting her answer but perhaps not the manner in which she was telling me.
“It was always going to be you. Actually, I used to imagine that I’d be your first. I had a fantasy that we’d be playing video games, and then I’d start tickling you as a distraction, and you’d start tickling me back, we’d start roughhousing, which would ultimately lead into our clothes coming off and you sliding deep… so fucking deeeeeep… all the way inside me.” Alice was panting just a bit, but she took a long breath and glanced back at me. “It was a silly fantasy, but that’s what I thought about while rubbing myself in the middle of the night when I was fifteen.”
I blushed and looked down. “I had similar fantasies. I actually had one about you giving me a blowjob as a distraction while I was trying to drive. You unintentionally fulfilled that one earlier today.”
Alice snorted and leaned over to bump my shoulder with hers. “Was it as good as in your imagination?”
“Better.” I grinned, and she grinned back.
“Beyond that though,” she continued. “I don’t know what ‘growing up’ really means. I haven’t met the Alice I’ll be yet, so I can’t know. We’re all going off to college soon anyways - they’re supposed to be the years of self-discovery, right? I think I’ll take the girls up on their offer to help update my wardrobe and show me how to apply makeup. I’m not gonna turn into some fashion icon or anything, but I DO think I’d like to explore what it means to be… ‘girly’.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I’d like to at least try and experiment a bit.”
I frowned. “Does this mean you don’t want to hang out and play video games anymore?”
“What? No.” Alice blinked. “I’m still your best friend, and I still enjoy playing games with you. I just think it’s time I stop making games the foundation of my relationship with you, that’s all. And to be honest, I think you need to prepare yourself for the idea that I’m not going to be the same ‘best buddy Alice’ you’ve always known.”
I frowned. “That makes me really sad.”
“Don’t worry too much,” she said with a smile. “I think being ‘best buddy Alice’ is already baked into my DNA. I’m not going to radically change, and I’ll always be your friend, even if I do happen to have boobs.”
“Definitely,” I agreed.
She nodded, got a faraway look in her eyes, and glanced up at me. “Just promise me something.”
“Sure. What?”
“If I do show up one day wearing a nice dress, makeup, all that, and ask you to take my virginity,” Alice said a little anxiously, “please don’t say ‘no’.”
I gave her an encouraging smile and squeezed her tightly against my side. “Of course I’ll say ‘yes’.”
She hugged me back, gave me a quick look, and said quietly, “Thank you.”
I rubbed her spine and hugged her close. “Anytime.”
She reached down and gently rubbed my penis, which had gone pretty soft during this little conversation. “I’m gonna hold you to that. But don’t worry too much; I doubt I’d actually doll up like some princess waiting for her prince to come. Even though I’m evolving into whoever future Alice is gonna be, that’s not my style. But it’s gonna happen soon when the mood feels right. Maybe we’ll be in the middle of a gaming session. Maybe you’ll be on top of me grinding down on my clit and I’ll tell you it’s time to put it in. Maybe I’ll be dry humping you and just realize that I’m ready, I don’t know. Because it was always gonna be you. It was never going to be anyone else BUT you, because you’re the only man in the world I truly trust, and that means EVERYTHING.”
I nodded. “I’m honored.”
Quite deliberately, Alice raised her right hand and held it out to me, knuckles forward. I bumped her fist; she cracked a grin, got off the bed, and headed out the door.
No expressions of love.
No passionate kisses.
No apologies for getting her orgasm and not returning the favor.
We were buddies.
All was as it should be.
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