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BTC 2.0: Chapter 77

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-- CHAPTER 77: The BTC 2.0 (Part II) --

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“Matty… Matty… Matty…” Sam moaned repetitively in sync with the rhythmic undulations of our two bodies as closely interconnected as two people can be.

She stared up at me with her big brown eyes, an amber inner fire glowing with an intensity that made it feel like she could see straight into my very soul. Our palms pressed together with our fingers interlaced, her hands pressed down against the mattress to either side of her head. I supported my weight on my elbows while still feeling the crush of her big tits against my chest. And I moaned repetitively in sync with the rhythmic undulations of our two bodies, “Sam… Sam… Sam…”

And then we kissed.

Sam whimpered into my mouth as I poured a tidal wave of fervent passion and love through my lips into hers, and I inhaled sharply feeling an equally fervent tidal wave flowing back into me. It was as if the energy of our two bodies were united as one, an electrical current that flowed between us in an unbreakable circuit.

Well, at least until she pulled her lips off of mine.

But just for a moment.

With a crackle of electric energy, Sam’s eyes sizzled with a naughty gleam. She suddenly rolled me off of her and pushed me onto my back, disentangling our loins. But she rolled right after me, centered herself with the comfortable familiarity of having done so literally hundreds of times, and then sank herself back down around my flagpole prick.

Now it was Sam’s turn to press MY hands down to the mattress while she took charge of our shagging. She fucked me in a way I recognized as her way of focusing on my pleasure without worrying about her own. She concentrated inward on the way her milkmaid muscles worked around my embedded cock, but that’s not to say she wasn’t receiving pleasure anyway.

I crunched my abdominals and worked my hips to grind my pelvic bone against her crotch. Sam’s eyelids fluttered rapidly like butterfly wings as little sensations of pleasure tickled her love button. Lightning bolts ran up her spine, through her brain, and back out from her body into me, up into my brain, and then back into her. It was our circuit of carnal satisfaction.

It was our circuit of love.

She leaned forward, draping her massive melons over my face so I could nip at her nipples and nuzzle my nose into the valley of her spectacular, swaying mounds. I slipped my hands away from hers so that I could hook them behind her shoulder blades, tugging her tits tighter against my cheeks before gripping her shapely hips and really grinding her body down against my dick.

“Matty… Matty… Matty…”

I would never tire of the sound of Sam moaning my name in that voice with that tone of deep-rooted longing and desire.

“Matty… Matty… Matty…”

“Sam… Sam… Sam…” I crooned back.

“Matty… Matty… Matty…”

“Sam… Sam… Sam…” I crooned back.

And then we were kissing again.

Although Sam had started off trying to give me pleasure with no concern for her own, I could feel her next climax building within her anyways. Hugging the small of her back with my right forearm, I trapped her body down so that her clit rubbed directly on my pelvic bone. Raising my left hand to the back of her head, I tugged her close enough for me to whisper into her ear.

“Cum for me, My Aphrodite… Cum…”

“Oh Matty… Oh Matty… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum for you…”

“Sam… My Sam…”

“Fuck me, Matty… Fuck me… I’m gonna-- Uuuunnnngggghhhh!!!”

I grabbed my lover’s naked body with both arms and really drove my dick deep within the very center of her pleasure, squeezing her tightly while she trembled and shivered in my arms. And I continued holding her long after she’d passed her apex and eventually gone still on top of me.

For a moment, we paused.

But just for a moment.

“Your turn, my love…” she murmured into my ear, nuzzling the lobe with her nose and then softly biting down on it with her teeth in a way that sent a fresh surge of electricity through me. “Tell me how you want me.”

I knew immediately and growled, “Bend over the foot of the bed, you Tight-Ass Slut.”

“Yes, Master…” she purred. “EEP!”

Leaving my palm on her reddened asscheeks where I’d just spanked it, I caressed the curvaceous globe before raising my hand to spank her again. Sam’s eyes sizzled with crackling energy, and all of a sudden she was ferociously kissing me again.

[thwack!] [thwack!]

“EEP! EEP!” Sam yelped again at the two additional spankings. She then squealed as I abruptly rolled her off me, forcibly manhandled her into position bent over the bed, and then spanked her two more times. “EEP! EEP!”

“I ordered you bent over the bed, Tight-Ass Slut!”

“Yes, Master! I’m sorry, Master! Your Tight-Arse slut deserves to be punished!”

[thwack!] [thwack!]

“EEP! EEP! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!”

The busty blonde bombshell bent over before me moaned as she felt herself suddenly filled up to the brim with my massive meat. I grabbed the back of her head and mashed it down into the mattress, burying myself to the hilt. And I kept her pinned there like that while I started hammering my pelvis off her well-padded heinie.

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” she groaned.

“Yesss…” I hissed at the sizzling energy shooting up my spine. I grabbed her forearms and bent them across her lower back. “Take it! Take all of me! Take me deep inside you!”

“Yes, Master! Yes!”

My Tight-Ass Slut had already cum, so I pounded away at her with the knowledge that this one was for me. I blasted her booty with my right hand in-between rounds of cramming my cock up her cunt. And she cried out in ecstasy from the way I pulverized her pussy with my big prick.

Releasing her forearms, I grabbed the back of her hands and pinned them to the mattress to either side of her face. That let me lean forward and really put my body weight into each thrust. And as the climactic energy built inside me, I thundered down the final stretch.

“Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh!” I grunted.

“Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh,” she moaned.

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!”

“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!”

“NNGH! NNGH! NNGH! NNGH!”

“Fuck me, Master! Fuck me! I’m cumming again! I’m cumming again!”

“NNGH-NNGH-NNGH-NNGH!”

“I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M-- AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!”

“HNGH! HNGH! HHHHNNnnggghhh…”

I thrust forward a final time, closing my eyes and bowing my head as I grunted out my orgasm, feeling the delight of a quart of spunk flowing out of me and into my lover’s suddenly spasming snatch. My pelvis pivoted forward, with my knees as fulcrums so that my feet came off the bed and all of my weight and energy pushed forth into that final forceful thrust. I kept my big dick buried all the way down to the back of the beautiful, buxom blonde’s wet box, straining with my back and leg muscles while I spat out glob after glob of boiling cum into the furthest crevices of her creaming cunt.

“Ohhh… migawwwddd…” Sam sighed in deep satisfaction as she pressed her right cheek into the mattress beneath her. Bent over the foot of my bed face-first, her elbows were out with my palms covering the backs of her hands while her legs were together, tightening her teenage twat around my tumescent tool. A small puddle of drool darkened my bedsheets, and the quivering from her lower lip expanded into a full shiver across her body as her orgasm rippled down to her toes and fingertips.

Like a light bulb going dim, I felt the energy of my climax fade from me, as did the tension in my glutes and legs. Slowly, my fingers relaxed their grip around Sam’s hands, although I kept my palms pressed down to her knuckles. I let my head fall all the way forward until my forehead came to rest on the mattress just past her right shoulder. And with a satisfied moan, I lowered the rest of my body down until my naked chest was pressed tight against her equally-naked back.

“Ohhh… My Master… My Matty…” Sam moaned, taking a deep breath despite my heavy weight crushing her into the mattress, and she tightened her fingers around mine for a moment before letting go. “That was a good one.”

“They’re all good when they’re with you,” I mumbled into her ear. And then I nipped her lobe with my teeth, adding, “Tight-Ass Slut.”

She picked up her right cheek and flipped her head around to face me. With a dreamy smile, my hottie Head Girlfriend opened her eyes to stare into mine. And then she puckered up for a quick kiss.

I gladly gave it to her, but neither of us felt any need to escalate the kiss into a deeper makeout session. Both of us were feeling plenty satisfied (and a little out of breath). The two of us were alone now. Naimh and Skylar had left to go clean up and give me and Sam some one-on-one time. So for another minute or two, we simply remained joined together where we were, basking in the orgasmic afterglow.

But eventually Sam took a deep breath and started to push down against the mattress with her palms. Feeling her upward force against my chest, I took that as my cue to finally extract my spent schlong from Sam’s sperm-saturated snatch. And after taking a step back, I pivoted to flop sideways onto the bed while Sam likewise rolled onto her right side and scooted up the mattress a bit so she could face me, folding her right arm beneath her head as a makeshift pillow.

“You seemed to really enjoy that round,” my beautiful blonde told me.

“I did.” I grinned before adding, “I enjoy every time we’re together.”

“But you seemed to especially enjoy that one just a little more.”

I shrugged. “It’s not often I get to be with you in the middle of the day, at least not on a school day.”

“True.” She waggled her head. “I did tell you I was going to make a better effort to be present in your life and not just slip quietly into bed at 2am just because I promised you I’d come home.”

“This is the part where I’d normally tell you that if you want to crash at Adeline’s place or anywhere else for the sake of efficiency, it’s fine with me.”

Sam winked. “I smell a ‘but’ coming…”

I grinned again. “But I’d still be happier if you slipped quietly into bed at 2am just so I could feel you in my arms. Although honestly, I’d be even happier if you’d come home early enough for me to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

She leaned in and pecked my lips again. “Bonus points for being honest with me.”

“Keep giving me kisses as rewards for being honest, and I’ll be honest with you a lot more often.”

“Deal.” She kissed me again. And this time, we went ahead and let it turn into a mini-makeout session for about a minute.

I’d scooted forward a bit to take her into my arms while we kissed, and we were still pressed together chest-to-chest when we pulled apart to breathe. Feeling her erect nipple against my pec, I leaned back a bit to give myself room to bring my right hand between us and thumb her little eraser-sized nub and cup her globe. Playing with one of my favorite things in the entire universe brought a smile to my lips, and Sam smiled at the sight of mine.

Arching her eyebrows, she murmured, “You seemed particularly excited watching me slurp out your jizz from Skylar’s pussy and then snowballing it back to her.”

I immediately blushed and couldn’t help my shit-eating grin. “Well yeah… So that happened…”

“It wasn’t the snowball itself – you’ve seen me do that dozens of times before with the other girls – but the fact that I was doing it with Skylar.”

My blush deepened. “You’re not wrong. First time seeing the two of you together and all.”

“First time seeing my tongue reaching out and taking its first long lick at her puffy pink pussy?”

“Yes,” I admitted.

“First time watching that beautiful blonde bombshell and me kiss?”

“Yes…”

Sam’s eyes sizzled. “Knowing that the very first time our soft, supple lips ever touched together in the history of the universe was with your sperm mashed between us and tangled on our tongues?”

“Holy fuck, Sam. You trying to get me hard again for another round?”

Sam’s eyes glinted in the light. “When you were pounding me so hard from behind just now, did you even once fantasize you were fucking her instead of me?”

My jaw dropped open as I jerked my head back, my neck muscles going stiff from the sudden whiplash. “Wait, what?”

Sam closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and winced with an expression of immediate regret.

“Sam, seriously,” I said quickly. “You’re my Aphrodite, my Tight-Ass Slut. Not for a single second did I ever--”

“It’s alright, Matty,” she interrupted.

“No, I’m serious!” I insisted. “I didn’t! It wouldn’t be alright for me to--”

“I know, I know.”

“I mean it! I didn’t!”

“I know you didn’t,” she said with a sigh, reaching up to rub my shoulder as she forced a smile onto her lips. Taking a deep breath, she repeated calmly, “I know you didn’t.”

“Why would you ever think--”

“I don’t know why. That was my own insecurity coming out for a second. I shouldn’t have said that in the first place.”

I pursed my lips. “But you did. And I’m glad you did.”

Sam blinked. “Glad?”

I nodded firmly. “I’d rather you admit your insecurity than hide it from me, that’s for sure.”

Sam’s expression plainly told me what she thought about admitting her insecurity and started to turn her head away, but I quickly reached up to caress her cheek and keep her face pointed at mine.

“Please tell me this isn’t still because Skylar happens to be a busty blonde with a sexy accent.”

Sam shrugged and tried to look away despite my hand on her cheek, mumbling, “Fine, I won’t tell you.”

“We talked about this. The two of you are nothing alike aside from the superficial measurements.”

“You’re right. We’re NOT alike. Her superficial measurements are taller than mine, better than mine, with natural blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes--”

“Sam…”

“She’s already got her degree and she’s on her way to getting her Ph.D. and she’s somehow juggling two jobs in addition to her classwork--”

“Sam.”

“-- while simultaneously spending more quality time with you than I do!”

“Sam, we are NOT having this conversation again. Seriously.”

“I AM being serious.” She closed her eyes, slipped her hand beneath mine to dislodge it from her cheek, and then pinched her temples. “Look, I know I’m being ridiculous. I know I’m being insecure. I know Skylar hasn’t done anything wrong, hasn’t tried to usurp my position or horn in on my Head Girlfriend status. She says she doesn’t have any long-term romantic feelings for you and sees you as ‘just a kid’ so there’s no good reason for me to feel threatened by her presence.”

I arched both eyebrows. “But you feel threatened by her presence.”

“I’m sounding like a colossal bitch again.”

“You’re sounding like a teenage girl who hasn’t got it all figured out just yet – which, by the way, you are.”

“Just one more way in which I don’t stack up to the older, wiser, taller, blonder babe.”

“Sam…”

My amazing Aphrodite’s lower lip quivered as she fought the urge to cry. I quickly wrapped her up in a fierce hug, which burst the dam and let her start sobbing against my shoulder.

Sam shook and shuddered in my grasp. I could feel her trembling, not quite shaking like a leaf but not so far off from that, either. And she bawled like a baby for what felt like an hour before her tears ran dry and she started to quiet down.

My longtime lover went silent and still, so still that I wondered if she’d fallen asleep. But when I pulled my head back far enough to look down at her, I found her staring up at me with an expression of deep embarrassment.

“So that happened…” she mumbled beneath her breath.

I caressed her cheek and thumbed away a tear before lowering my chin and then giving her a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m glad it happened. I’m glad you’re telling me these thoughts instead of keeping them bottled up. Bonus points for being honest.” And then I scooted myself just a little bit lower on the bed so I could reward her with a deeper kiss.

Sam sighed when I pulled back. “I know I shouldn’t be jealous of her. I don’t know why I can’t help myself.”

“I think I know why.”

“Why?”

I smiled and brushed another tear back from her cheek with my thumb before using my other fingertips to brush back some of her bangs behind her ear. “Because you’re stronger than you think.”

Sam furrowed her eyebrows. “I think you meant to say that I’m not as strong as I think.”

I shook my head. “No, I meant to say that you’re stronger than you think. You’re as strong as high-carbon steel. We’ve been studying a bit of metallurgy in Engineering. The higher the carbon content, the harder the steel is: very good at retaining its shape and resisting abrasion. It can withstand significant forces without deforming.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “I smell a ‘but’ coming…”

I smiled, feeling glad she could joke at a moment like this. “Under extreme tensile stress, high carbon steel is more likely to crack instead of bend. It’s brittle. Inflexible.”

“I’m not sure I like the idea of you calling me ‘inflexible’.” Sam’s lips pursed with the kind of facial expression one might have while trying to swallow a live beetle. “Or ‘brittle’.”

“There’s a trade-off in everything. Low-carbon steel is more flexible, but not as strong. Each type has its purpose. One type isn’t necessarily better than the other. You’re strong, Sam. Exceptionally strong. Nobody works harder than you. Nobody is more dedicated than you once you put your mind to something. But Mother warned me that you’re also more fragile than I’d realized. It takes a lot of work, a lot of energy, to be as strong and as… well… workaholic as you are. You’re a self-admitted control freak, which is exhausting. You spent all of first semester chasing your academic dreams, and I think that by the time we got to winter break, you were completely worn-out.”

Sam sighed. “You’re not wrong. But you could’ve told me I was fragile, inflexible, and brittle without trying to butter me up telling me I’m stronger than I think.”

“You ARE stronger than you think,” I repeated. “Even though she hasn’t actually done anything to you, you feel threatened by Skylar because you have some funny idea in your head that SHE is stronger than YOU. But she’s not. She’s just a girl like the rest of you, with her own insecurities, foibles, and problems. Sure, she’s a few years older than us, but she’s been through hell and quite frankly, I’d tell her that she’s NOT as strong as she thinks. Skylar’s started opening up to me, yes. She’s said she appreciates having my support. But she’s still trying to do too much on her own, still trying to handle everything going on in her life without help, and I’m worried about her.”

Sam frowned, processing that.

“You, on the other hand,” I continued. “You ARE strong. Super-strong. The strongest woman I know. I believe our relationship will be better next semester because I believe that now your initial semester of getting adjusted to Cal Berkeley life is in the rear-view mirror and that you really will have the bandwidth to strike a better work-life balance. I believe you’re going to ask for and receive support from me and your friends in The BTC to make your life easier in the places where we can help instead of trying to do everything on your own. Because I believe in you.”

Sam smiled and started chuckling. “Ohmigawd, Matty. You’re the high-carbon steel in this relationship.”

“Low-carbon steel,” I corrected. “I’m the flexible one.”

“You’re both strong AND flexible and don’t even start trying to argue semantics with me. I’m the lawyer. You defy the laws of physics. You defy the laws of metallurgy. You’re the reason I came to Berkeley and you’re the man I’m going to love for the rest of my life. You’re my anchor, Matty. You’re my HOME.”

“Remember that the next time you feel insecure about Skylar or anyone else. Remember that I love you, remember that I will FIGHT for you, and remember that I’m not going to LET you take me for granted ever again.” I shook my head and took hold of Sam’s upper arm, images from my dream of the future still fresh in my mind. “This isn’t always going to be easy. I know you’re going to get pulled in other directions by your career goals and anything else you set out to accomplish. I know I made a mistake by passively sitting back this semester, enabling you to ignore me while promising to always be your home.”

Sam winced and looked up at me with a guilty expression.

“But I’M not going to settle for just surviving anymore. We’re going to thrive,” I continued. “I’m going to step up, be stronger than I thought I would be, and demand your attention when I need it. I’m not gonna be scared of making you angry. I might very well force you to choose between me and some Pre-Law function you were really looking forward to attending, because you’ll need that reminder that I mean more to you than the never-ending deadlines in your life. You promised to love me forever, and I’m gonna hold you to that. And the both of us will be better for it in the long run.”

Sam reached up to clasp the back of my hand tighter to her arm. “We will,” she agreed.

“You’re MY marionette, remember?” I clutched her close. “Sometimes I’ll need to pull your strings and take control to save you from yourself, to get in the driver’s seat to give you a break, and above all to remind you that you’re not on your own. You’ve got me. Forever. Because I love you.”

“And I love you, Neo.”

I blinked in surprise at the unexpected Matrix reference.

Sam smiled and kissed me quickly before adding sincerely, “You’re The One.”

****

The early-January afternoon air was crisp and fresh as I sat down on a concrete bench within view of the Biology buildings. The sky was overcast with uniform gray. A cool wind rustled the leaves of the tree above me and also nipped the tips of my ears, so I pulled the hood of my Cal Berkeley hoodie over my head and tucked my hands into the tunnel pocket at my belly to keep them warm.

One nice thing about the change in class schedules for the new semester was that it offered me a chance to be the one waiting for Naimh, and I rather impatiently looked forward to seeing the most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved. But within minutes, I saw several other students start to walk out into the plaza. And I stood up from my bench to saunter forward in eager anticipation.

“Matty!”

The warmth of my ravishing freckled redhead’s smile as she emerged immediately melted away the afternoon cold. I pulled my hands out of the pocket, dropped my hood down, and opened my arms to her. Naimh squealed giddily as she bounced up to me and literally leaped into my arms, wrapping her long legs around my waist as I caught her by means of grabbing onto her ass.

Much as I loved holding that ass, it wasn’t the most structurally sound method of supporting her weight. Hunching her up a bit with my forearms, I grasped both of my wrists and leaned back while my effervescent girlfriend rained a series of quick kisses on my lips.

But eventually, Naimh pulled her head back and unlocked her legs from around my waist. I took that as my cue to set her down, and she ran a hand up and over the middle of her forehead to comb back her copper-red tresses and smile at me with sparkling emerald-green eyes. “Now I understand why you were always so happy to see me after E10. It’s not like we didn’t see each other just a little while ago. But just to get that first glimpse of me boyfriend as I come through the doors… It’s… It’s quite validating.”

I chuckled, held her in my arms, and gave her another quick peck. “Happy to help you feel validated. I love you, Squeakers.”

“Squeak-squeak.” She leaned in and nuzzled my nose before turning to loop her arm around my elbow.

I patted her forearm while leading her out of the plaza and to the walkway that would lead us home. Both of us were done with classes for the day, and I was looking forward to a chance to unwind. But Naimh’s choice of words tickled the corner of my brain, and I gave her a sidelong glance, asking, “Have I not been making you feel validated enough lately?”

“Hmm?” she asked, looking surprised.

I waggled my head. “You said it was quite validating to get that first glimpse of me as you came through the doors. I think… you liked knowing that out of all the places in the world I could be at that very moment, I chose to be there, waiting for you. Because like you said: I was always quite happy to see you outside of E10 all of last semester, and now E7 this morning. Whenever I see you there, it makes me feel like I’m the most important thing in your entire universe. So right now is my chance to make you feel like you’re the most important thing in MY entire universe.”

Naimh blushed and averted her gaze. “Well… maybe something like that.”

I rubbed her forearm. “You don’t need to feel guilty for having that feeling, by the way.”

Naimh furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”

“I know that look on your face. It’s the one that’s half-delighted by my focused attention and half-guilty for wanting more moments like this. It’s the expression that says, ‘I’m thrilled I get to have Matty all to myself for a minute, but shouldn’t I be sharing with my friends?’”

Naimh blushed again. She also averted her gaze again, repeating, “Well… maybe something like that.”

“You really shouldn’t feel guilty about this. All of the girls cherish their one-on-one time with me. I know it’s been all-too-rare as it is, and I’m sorry about that.”

“There you go apologizing again. You don’t have to. I know you’re doing your best to give us each some individual attention, but there are only so many hours in a day.”

“I could still be doing a better job of making you feel validated, though… making you feel appreciated. Not just appreciated by me, but by everyone else as well.” I slipped my arm behind her lower back and briefly hugged her against my side while we continued walking. “Sometimes it’s easy to take for granted just how awesome you are, how hard you work to make everyone in The BTC happy, and it’s easy to forget how simple it is to say, ‘Thank you’. So thank you, Neevie.”

Naimh looked surprised, with raised eyebrows and a reflective expression on her face, like she wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to that. Still, she managed to reply politely, “You’re welcome, Matty.”

I smiled and used my grip around her waist to direct us off the sidewalk and across the lawn a bit beneath the overhanging branches of a large tree. She went with me willingly, albeit curiously. And once we came to a stop, she turned to face me with an expectant look.

“Here we are… at the start of a new semester… and… and it’s got me thinking about how things went over the first semester…” I told her slowly, still gathering my thoughts while keeping her within the circle of my arms. “It’s making me think how much I took you for granted all year. Your steady dedication. Your constant presence. How you stepped right into the void to be Head Girlfriend while Sam was off doing her thing.”

“My Head Girlfriendship ended in disaster.”

“That wasn’t anything near a disaster,” I insisted, applying a little extra force to my hand at the small of her back while leaning in with raised eyebrows. “You kept us afloat. More than that, you kept all of us together. Really, the simple fact that you think it was a disaster is a perfect example of the problem. You doubt yourself too much. For such a bubbly, upbeat personality you certainly think like a pessimist a lot of the time. Nothing really went wrong while you were Head Girlfriend - and a whole lot of things went right - but you somehow think your regency ended in disaster.”

“I’m not Head Girlfriend anymore, am I?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Of course not, which is precisely the point. I wasn’t cut out for it. I failed.”

“That was NOT a failure, Neevie. If a head football coach goes on leave for half the season and then comes back just in time for the playoffs, does that mean the interim coach who led the team to the playoffs is a failure just because he gave the job back?”

“Please tell me you’re not trying to use an American football metaphor with the girl from Ireland.”

I smirked. “I could’ve meant soccer.”

“The very fact that you said the word ‘soccer’ to me isn’t helping your case.”

I gave her a wry grin, mostly because Naimh had given me a wry grin first. “I rather like that you’re able to tease me at a moment like this.”

Naimh took a deep breath and sighed. “I know what you’re trying to tell me. I appreciate it. I know I probably spend too much time agonizing over how things could have been better instead of recognizing what went right.”

“You thrive on positive feedback, and I haven’t given you enough of that lately. I’m sorry.”

“There you go apologizing again.”

I chuckled. “You’re right, you’re right. Okay, instead of apologizing, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do to be better: I’m going to give you more positive feedback. I’m going to say ‘thank you’ more often. And I’m going to encourage everyone else in The BTC to do the same.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Yes I have to do that. And I’m going to do that.”

Naimh made a face. “You make it sound like I’m a pathetic weakling with no self-confidence who needs external praise in order to feel good about myself.”

I shrugged. “I’m a pathetic weakling with an abandonment complex and a deep-rooted need to please the emotionally unavailable women around me as a desperate attempt to fill the empty hole in my heart left behind when my mother wouldn’t love me.”

Naimh blinked in surprise at me.

“‘Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,’” I quoted. “This is what real love for the long-haul feels like. We’re not kids anymore. We’re at a point in our relationship where we don’t need to try and protect each other’s feelings behind little white lies. This is me trying to be completely truthful with you. In fact, this is kind of like how I am with Belle.”

Naimh blinked again. “Belle?”

“Belle and I grew up together. We never developed filters in the first place. My relationship with you doesn’t have the same duration in years, but we’re getting closer emotionally. You wanted to understand what you mean to me beyond ‘the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen’, right? You wanted to know that I’ll still love you even when we’ve both grown old and our good looks have faded away.”

“Well, I wanted to know you’d still love me when MY good looks faded away. I never implied that you’re good-looking. I mean… you’re alright I suppose…” Naimh muttered with a wink.

I barked a quick laugh and leaned in for a quick kiss. Naimh happily gave it to me before pulling back with a wry grin.

“You ARE the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” I told her sincerely. “Inside and out. You’re a sweetheart who is always looking out for everyone’s best interests, always cognizant of the group. You’re a people-pleaser, and you need visible validation that people are pleased.”

Naimh made a face at that pronouncement and lowered her chin.

But I tipped her chin back up with my fingers and looked her in the eyes. “That’s not a criticism, even if you seem to be taking it that way. It’s not a weakness to want to see your friends happy. I’m a people-pleaser myself, and for years I’ve found my life’s purpose in making sure you girls are all well-pleased. And yes, I’m including physical pleasure along with emotional satisfaction.”

She cracked a fresh smile, but at the same time, I could visibly see her internally berating herself for craving the visible validation I’d just spoken of.

“It’s not a weakness to want your friends to be happy,” I repeated. “It’s perfectly valid to find motivation in positive feedback. Sam is fueled by achievement. Belle seems fueled by anarchy sometimes. You’re fueled by joy, and I’m going to make sure you get it.”

She gave me a brave smile and mumbled, “Thank you, Matty.”

“But just because you want everyone to be happy doesn’t mean you should bury your negative emotions. Don’t try to hide your true feelings.” I took a deep breath, images from my dream of the future still fresh in my mind. “I want to make sure you understand how important that is to me. I want to make sure you’re going to squeak up when you want something that seems to be at odds with what I want. I want to make sure you and I are on the same page, that you never tell me white lies or bury your true feelings just because you don’t want to argue with me. Like right this second because you don’t want to admit that you don’t like arguing with me.”

Naimh blushed so that her freckles started to disappear, lowering her eyes and chin in embarrassment.

I lifted her chin again. “Squeak up.”

“Squeak-squeak,” she mumbled with a brave smile, although there were tears in her eyes.

“We’re gonna make it,” I reassured her. “Not because of passion or white-hot chemistry or because it’s absolutely divine feeling my big dick plunging deep into my Sacred Buttslut’s sacred core – although all those things are totally awesome. We’re gonna make it because you are irreplaceable to me. Irreplaceable. Throughout all the ups and down of this past semester – Sam’s absences, Belle flitting around here and there, Lily and Eva and Skylar and Izzy and Luna, the NBGs visiting and leaving - you have been the most dependable presence in my life. You’re the key to The BTC staying together. You’ve put in all the hard work, and I want you to know we all recognize that as a fact. I fell for you and wanted to be with you from the first moment we met, but it’s because of everything you’ve done for me and all the other girls that I love you even more today.”

“I love you even more today, Matty.”

Naimh wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders. She got up on her tiptoes, crushed her lips to mine, and suddenly her taste filled my lips, her scent filled my nose, and my world exploded.

Like a supernova.

****

“Fuuuuck, yeahhh…” Amada Luna Garcia Cruz groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic stroking motions. The self-professed ‘flat-chested beanpole’ was of average height, with thick brown hair and kind, expressive brown eyes typically tucked behind delicate eyeglasses. But she’d presently removed the eyeglasses and set them on the coffee table in front of her to relax and let her head loll forward to give me free access to her neck.

Despite the fact that Luna and I weren’t “like that”, she still felt comfortable enough around me to both remove her sweater and pull the spaghetti straps of her bra down to her upper arms, likewise giving me free access to her shoulders and upper back. I pushed and probed with my strong hands and fingers, gently working out her muscle kinks. And for several minutes, she made no sounds except to moan or groan in response to my massage.

Not that the room was silent. Everyone else was more than happy to keep up a steady conversation.

I smiled as I surveyed my living room and took in the sight of six beautiful young women surrounding me. Classes were over for the day, and everyone currently considered part of The BTC 2.0 were present and accounted for. Luna was of course seated directly in front of me on the couch receiving her backrub. Eva reclined sideways in the armchair with both of her long legs hooked over the left armrest while Sam and Belle sat together on the other couch with their coursework binders in their laps, but the three of them carried out an animated conversation rather than engage in any actual studying. It was the first day of the new semester and nobody had homework anyways. And Naimh and Skylar had just gotten up to head into the kitchen and start making dinner together.

For a while I sort of zoned out while automatically going through the muscle-memory set of massaging moves I’d developed since the early days of high school. I thought about the household chores I’d need to do now that we were back in the house: vacuuming, dusting, washing, shopping, cooking, car-maintenance, etc. I thought about my classes: the chapters I’d need to read, the assignments I’d need to complete, and the new weekly routine I’d have to get accustomed to. And I thought about the girls’ schedules and how they intersected with mine: which girls would be around at the same time as me on which days to walk to and from class, meet up for lunch, or have afternoon study sessions.

Life with one girlfriend could be complicated enough from what I was told. Life with six would undoubtedly be even more complicated. In a way, high school had been pretty easy in the sense that all of the girls would go home to their parents at the end of every day. For my first semester of college, I’d started with three live-in girlfriends in a group that grew, shrunk, and transformed in myriad ways as the weeks went by. I could only imagine how this next semester would go. True: Eva, Skylar, and Luna weren’t MY official “girlfriends”, but they were still considered “girlfriends” in The BTC, and I knew I held some responsibility for their emotional health and friendship going forward.

I was in a moment of transition. Perhaps one might not consider the first day of the Spring Semester to be as significant a transition as graduating from high school and going to college, but it felt like a significant transition, nonetheless.

Holly, Zofi, and Alice had moved on.

Mari and I were still together as official “boyfriend/girlfriend”, but she was still five hundred miles away and navigating a long-distance relationship was something we’d have to figure out.

Luna was a friend, but a committed lesbian without Zofi’s “Matty-exception”, and how to continue as truly platonic friends was something we’d have to figure out.

Skylar and I had agreed that we were “just friends”, albeit friends with benefits. I knew our friendship – and my trust – was more valuable to her than romance. But I didn’t think it egotistical of myself to believe she had some deeper feelings for me that we’d have to figure out.

And then of course there was Eva. If the quasi-romantic aspect of my relationship with Skylar was complicated, it was on a whole other level with Eva. I cared about her – a LOT. I knew she cared about me – a LOT. But I understood that she didn’t want to attach labels to our relationship, and how to balance being “Matty and Eva” without explicit definition would be something we’d have to figure out.

At least I felt pretty good about my relationships with the three official girlfriends still in Berkeley with me. My conversations with Sam and Naimh today had helped me feel a little more settled and secure, and I already knew that Belle and I would be together forever. For now, there was nothing to do but chill out and relax on this first day of the new semester until dinner was ready.

My stomach gurgled loudly on cue.

Seriously, it was as if the mere thought of food was enough to trigger its response.

Luna picked her head up and chuckled. Glancing back at me over her shoulder, she deadpanned, “Good to know that giving me a massage really does inspire your carnal cravings.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “The thing has a mind of its own.”

“Not the first time a guy has said that to me, but probably the first time the guy was referring to his stomach.” Luna winked and then closed her eyes while turning back forward when I resumed massaging her neck.

But just as I started getting back into rhythm, my cell phone started ringing. I didn’t actually have it with me – I’d dropped it by the front door in the little cubby with my keys. The only people who called me with any regularity were all inside the house. But Sam got up from her seat to go investigate, and a moment later I heard her say, “Hey, Beverly!” from around the corner.

I sat up immediately and turned my head.

A moment later, Sam returned to the living room with my cell phone to her ear, stating, “Well, not exactly busy. He’s giving one of the girls a backrub. What’s up? Anything urgent?”

Luna sat up straight and I stilled my hands on her shoulders, waiting to see what Sam might say.

The blonde looked at me and shrugged, saying into the phone, “I mean, I can have him call you back if that’s alright.”

But Luna pulled my hands off her shoulders and gestured me forward. I thought about insisting that I could finish her backrub, but she was already getting up from her seat in front of me to fix her bra straps and collect her sweater. So I gave her a grateful smile and then extended my hand to Sam.

“Nevermind. Here he is.” Sam handed me the phone.

I took hold of it and pressed the device to my ear, asking politely, “Good evening. How are you?”

“I am very well, Matthew. How are you?” she asked in that tone of uncharacteristic warmth that was nevertheless quite welcome. And I was almost surprised to find myself genuinely smiling.

And Sam was smiling at me. Luna was smiling at me. So was everyone else.

“I’m great, Mom,” I replied, closing my eyes and chuckling beneath my breath at the sound of myself unexpectedly saying the word ‘mom’ out loud. “I’m great.”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue & Chapter 1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99290461

Chapter 2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99357682

Chapter 3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99433482

Chapter 4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99506524

Chapter 5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99618767

Chapter 6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100326143

Chapter 7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100548952

Chapter 8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100806434

Chapter 9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101140618

Chapter 10: Ku’uipo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101372817

Chapter 11: The R-word: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101672192