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BTC 2.0: Chapter 42

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My apologies for the posting delay as I had some personal matters to take care of but I should be back on schedule now. Thank you for your patience as I catch up.

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-- CHAPTER 42: Tempted --

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“And then what happened?”

I knitted my eyebrows and frowned at the overly eager expression on Belle’s face, like that of a delighted schoolgirl who’d just been told she could open up her Christmas presents early, as she knelt atop the couch cushion to my left practically hopping in her seat.

“Obviously, he immediately accepted Skylar’s clear invitation to go into the bathroom and then fucked her brains out against the wall,” Eva drawled laconically, rolling her eyes as she slumped in the armchair with both legs thrown over the left armrest.

“Nothing happened,” I muttered seriously to Belle. “Of course I wouldn’t go peep at her through the crack. Did you seriously think I would?”

Belle pursed her lips and shrugged.

“I stayed where I was, ate my lunch, and then started doing homework,” I explained. “Skylar came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, we had a very brief conversation, and then she went back into her bedroom. When it was time for me to go to class, I went to knock at her open doorway and said goodbye, and then I left. That was that.”

“He passed her test,” Naimh drawled from her spot on the couch cushion to my right.

“Or failed it,” Belle sighed.

I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t a test. The door latch didn’t catch right and popped open by accident.”

Belle snorted. “That wasn’t an accident.”

“Sure it was,” I insisted.

“No, it wasn’t,” Eva retorted, gesturing her agreement with one hand towards Belle. “A girl always knows whether or not her bathroom door is fully closed, if not locked. Especially when there’s a guy in her apartment.”

I frowned and mused on that.

“Do you honestly think she wanted him to come take a peek?” Naimh asked Belle.

“Don’t you?” Belle challenged. “You should know Skylar better than any of us, save Matty. Like Eva said: a girl always knows whether or not that door is closed. She’d just talked about needing a fuckbuddy for stress relief while simultaneously making clear that she appreciated having an emotional connection with him. She said, ‘You’re a good friend’. And then she went and left the bathroom door cracked on purpose.”

Naimh mused on that.

“Tell me you’ve never sauntered away from Matty, feeling his gaze on your ass,” Belle continued, her voice laced with innuendo, “and then left the bathroom door open for him to ogle you in the shower before coming inside to fuck your brains out against the wall.”

“Well… yeah…” Naimh admitted with a toothy grin.

“So have I,” Belle added with an equally toothy grin. “Eva, have you done that for Matty yet?”

The hapa Hawaiian on the armchair blinked. “Well… not yet.”

“But that’s NOT Matty’s relationship with Skylar,” Naimh put in. “We’re his girlfriends. We’ve obviously given him an open invitation to come ravage us as often as he can get it up. Skylar hasn’t.”

“Leaving the door cracked open after telling a guy you’re taking a shower sounds a lot like an invitation,” Eva muttered.

“Skylar knows Matty,” Naimh insisted. “She knows he’s not like other guys who would treat that as an explicit invitation to come join her.”

“Does she?” Eva asked skeptically.

“Well if she wasn’t sure before, she certainly knows it now,” Naimh stated confidently. “He didn’t go join her, did he?”

“He may not have joined her, but she doesn’t know whether or not he snuck a peek,” Eva hedged before fixing Belle with a saucy look and then intoning huskily, “I can totally imagine a hot, busty blonde babe like Skylar rubbing herself beneath the spray, getting an exhibitionist thrill imagining Matty was just outside, watching her through the crack.”

Belle giggled and fanned herself with one hand, clearly titillated. “I’d have loved to take a peek. Skylar owes me one anyway.”

“We all know YOU would’ve, but Matty wouldn’t take a peek, and he didn’t,” Naimh insisted. “He passed the test.”

“I still think Matty failed the test,” Belle disputed. “I still think Skylar wanted him to open the door, come in, and fuck her brains out.”

“If she’d wanted Matty to fuck her brains out, she would’ve just slid off the table into his lap and started making out with him,” Naimh countered. “Eva, back me up here. In the entire time before you two hooked up, you knew Matty would never initiate anything with you, yeah? Safe Matty? The guy who never pushes past a girl’s boundaries? But you ALSO knew that if YOU wanted to start something, he’d rise to the occasion and do whatever he could to make you happy, right?”

Eva blushed before admitting, “Well… yes.”

“But Skylar didn’t do that,” Naimh pointed out.

“Not every girl is as direct as Eva when it comes to making a decision and going after what she wants,” Belle countered. “Most girls would test the waters a bit more, do some light flirting, try to make clear she’d accept if he made a move… and then wait for him to make a move.”

“Skylar knows Matty will never make a move,” Naimh insisted.

“Would Skylar ever be able to make the first move?” Belle queried. “She’s clearly conflicted. Maybe she can’t get over the moral hump of choosing to change the parameters of her relationship with Matty. With a body like hers, I’m sure she’s used to guys coming after her all the time, and she’s never had to initiate before. Maybe she just likes to feel pursued.”

“Maybe she was simply trying to make up her mind about whether or not she can fully trust him,” Naimh ventured.

“Or maybe the door not latching really WAS an accident,” I suggested.

“Sorry, Matty. Not an accident,” Naimh told me kindly.

“Well actually… maybe it could have been an accident,” Belle hypothesized.

“Wait, what?” I squawked while Naimh simultaneously exclaimed, “Wait, what?” as well.

“Maybe the latch DID pop open by mistake,” Belle elaborated. “Suppose Skylar noticed the door wasn’t closed but stopped herself from re-closing it. Suppose she simply felt so torn and couldn’t make up her mind that she decided to throw caution to the wind for a second and let the chips fall where they may. If Matty opened the door and came in, she’d figure it was meant to be and would give herself over to lust. And if he didn’t, it would mean it wasn’t meant to be, and that they should simply remain platonic friends.”

Naimh waggled her head. “Can’t say I haven’t occasionally entertained ‘letting the chips fall where they may’ as a way of absolving myself of guilt. Do you remember the Fourth of July barbecue in your back yard before Senior Year, Matty?”

I blinked and blushed, thinking back fondly on the memory. Naimh had been dry-humping me in Matty’s Chair with a little grin on her face, and I’d felt the strap of her bikini bottom get dislodged. I was rock-hard in my swim trunks, of course. The lusty redhead had stared at me with the kind of expression that made it abundantly clear she’d accept if I made a move on her… and then she’d waited for me to make a move. My hands had been on her hips, and it wouldn’t have taken much adjusting to slip the waistband of my swim trunks down and get our working parts aligned. That moment had been the closest I’d come to losing my virginity up to that point, and I got the distinct impression that if I’d “accidentally” slipped into her, she would’ve loved it.

But after a deep breath, I sighed at the vivacious redhead. “In the end, nothing happened that day, same as today.”

Naimh shrugged.

“That was your one chance to nail Skylar,” Eva drawled with a teasing smirk. “And you missed it.”

I waved Eva off. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Skylar’s my friend. I would never risk our friendship on a half-imagined invitation that I’m still not convinced wasn’t a complete accident. And if I missed an opportunity, then I missed an opportunity. As far as I’m concerned, our relationship is better this way. And besides, I’m already getting more sex than I can handle.”

“I dunno…” Belle drawled, her eyes glittering as she rubbed my thigh rather suggestively. “I still think you could handle a little more…”

“B…”

“He’s grumpy,” Eva stated with a grin. “He really believes his relationship with Skylar is better this way, but deep down he knows he missed an opportunity to finally nail her and now he’s grumpy about it.”

I pursed my lips, muttering defensively, “I’m not grumpy.”

Eva winked at me before turning her waggling eyebrows to the girls and adding dramatically, “Fortunately, I think we ALL know the solution.”

I immediately held my hands up, “That won’t be necessary.”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Naimh exclaimed excitedly before suggesting, “Why don’t you slowly peel off your clothes one at a time and leave them in a trail going up the stairs before leaving the bathroom door wide open while you take a shower?”

The hapa girl snorted. “Sounds like a lot of work. Pass.”

“C’mon, you said you hadn’t done it for him yet,” Belle whined.

“I just said that wouldn’t be necessary,” I protested.

Eva rolled her eyes at Belle. “I think you want to watch me do a sexy striptease and then come masturbate in the doorway watching Matty fucking my brains out against the wall.”

Belle looked directly at Naimh. “She catches on quick.”

Naimh grinned and shrugged at Eva. “Fine. You don’t wanna do it? I’ll do it. That was your chance to get Matty to fuck your brains out against the wall, and you missed it.”

“Hey, hey, let’s not get crazy now. I’m all for Matty fucking my brains out against the wall.” Eva smirked before drawing her legs off the armrest and standing up. But then she made a face and sighed. “Do I really have to do the striptease, though? Can’t I just walk into the shower and have him come fuck my brains out?”

“C’mon, girlie. There’s a theme and everything here…” Naimh complained.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t feel… spontaneous,” Eva hedged.

“But it would certainly put him in the right mood,” Naimh encouraged. “I mean, look at him. He’s still grumpy, and a sexy striptease would be perfect for getting him into the right frame of mind.”

“Really, it’s not necessary,” I sighed. “Not that I wouldn’t be happy to fuck your brains out… or your brains out… or your brains out, but it’s been a long day and this conversation hasn’t exactly been the most stimulating.”

Eva momentarily grinned at the girls before fixing me with a predatory smile. “I think I’ve got a better way of making you feel… stimulated.”

I sighed again and held my hands up. “I appreciate the offer, but--”

“C’mon, luv,” my Head Girlfriend intoned lasciviously. “I’ll even let’ya call me ‘Skylar’ while you’re poundin’ tha’ fat cock all the way up me backd--”

“That won’t be necessary,” I cut her off.

“Matty’s not that complicated. Let’s keep it simple,” Eva interjected, giving me an impish look and then waggling her eyebrows at the other two girls. “Much as I would like to have him all to myself in the shower, what’s the motto? One for all? No fancy themes or anything. The three of us just need to kneel side-by-side, give him a three-way blowjob while staring adoringly up into his eyes and shakin’ our big boobies at him, and then he’ll rise to the occasion and do whatever he can to make us all happy, right?”

Belle winked at Naimh. “Told ya she catches on quick.”

Naimh giggled and reached over to slap Belle’s knee. “And you thought she’d never fit in.”

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The girls did end up giving me a three-way blowjob, staring adoringly up into my eyes and shakin’ their big boobies at me. I did rise to the occasion and do whatever I could to make us all happy.

And THEN we went into the shower so I could fuck their brains out against the wall.

It was nice. Really, it was nice. Any other man would kill to be in my position - and by position, I mean multiple positions having a wild-and-crazy foursome with no less than three beautiful big-titted babes.

I got to lay back and watch the girls literally spin Belle around and around in my lap like a top with my big dick skewering her from below. I banged Eva from behind while Belle cradled the raven-haired beauty’s head to her crotch. And I made love to the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen face-to-face, tangling our tongues together until Eva came over to sit on her face.

Eva was still sitting on Naimh’s face, bent over away from me so I could ogle her ass up-close. But then she leaned backwards over the length of the redhead’s body and planted her hands for support so that I could pull out of my Head Girlfriend’s red-tufted twat, aim a little higher, and skull-fuck the horny hapa Hawaiian girl’s upside-down face for a bit before pulling out and thrusting myself between her big breasts until I spooged all over her belly for Belle to lick up.

Finally, the four of us crowded into the upstairs shower – a tight fit (that’s what she said). I had boobs and butts crushed against me from every side. Hands were fondling. And Eva filled the pink shower pouf full of bodywash before sudsing it up and drizzling all of us in foamy bubbles.

And like I said: I fucked their brains out against the wall.

Finally, Eva was making out with Naimh right in front of me and Belle was buzzing the redhead’s clit while I fucked my Irish lass from behind. I then switched holes on the fly, skewering her sacred core.

I wasn’t completely sure if the girls were doing everything for me - to help distract me away from dwelling on “Skylar’s little test” - or if they were doing it for themselves just for fun. Perhaps they were even distracting themselves from thinking too hard about the situation. Had Skylar done it on purpose? Had it been an accident she chose to willfully ignore? Either way, how would she react? Was I overblowing the situation and the whole thing really shouldn’t be a big deal?

There would be no way of knowing… not until the next time I could see her again.

In the end, I pulled out of my personal redhead’s rectum and the girls all knelt in front of me. Blowing a massive wad over the trio of smiling faces parked cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek right in front of me had done wonders for making my mind go blank for a while… but just for a little while.

Only yesterday I’d told Skylar how great I felt, how my mental health had been much improved after coming to a better understanding of my relationship with Isabela. But now I felt like I was back at square one - angsty and unsettled - and for the rest of the evening I… well… I was pretty much just going through the motions.

I ate my dinner. I did my homework. I gave backrubs to the girls. Isabela and Luna came over to socialize, just as they’d promised. The house felt full of energy, and there were enough chatty girls around that nobody really needed ME to be a scintillating conversationalist. But even if I wasn’t the life of the party, I wasn’t a mood-killer either. I simply… went through the motions. And at the end of the night, I was content to settle into bed with my redhead Head Girlfriend’s head pillowed on my chest.

I was staring at the ceiling when Naimh asked me something I didn’t quite catch.

“Hmm?” I asked distractedly.

“I asked if you were still thinkin’ about Skylar,” she said gently while idly scratching my chest with the fingernails of her right hand.

“Little bit.”

“Wishing you’d gone and joined her in the shower?” she teased.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “No.”

“You sure? You trying to tell me you weren’t even tempted?”

“You know I’d never have gone in there.”

“I do know. The same Matty who let Sam park her pink nipple in his face but never reached out to close his mouth around it - he would never have gone to peek in through the crack to get his first glimpse of her spectacular naked body no matter how much he’s been dying to find out exactly how heavy those massive tits might feel in his hands, how sweet her pussy might taste on his tongue…” My girlfriend’s throaty voice trailed off for a moment while her hand slid down my chest and into my pajama pants, her fingernails now lightly scratching my rapidly engorging rod. And she purred into my ear before finishing, “… how hot and tight her buttery smooth asshole might feel wrapped around his thick cock.”

“Fuck, Neevie…” I groaned in obvious arousal before reaching down to grip her wrist just as she encircled my dick with her fingers. “But please… please don’t.”

I looked down to find her emerald-green eyes shining at me, studying the sincerity on my face. I fully expected her to continue pushing my buttons, spinning another of her wildly imaginative erotic fantasies while steadily pumping my prick and getting us both so revved up we inevitably fucked the hell out of each other with utter abandon.

But she stopped and withdrew her hand from my pajamas. Pursing her lips, Naimh listened to my request, took a deep breath, and set her right hand down on my belly instead. She rolled back onto her left side, propped her head up with one elbow, and gave me a curious look.

“You can’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck her.”

“Of course I wanna fuck her, but there are very good reasons why I won’t. And the very first good reason is that SHE doesn’t wanna fuck ME.”

“Of COURSE she wants to fuck you.”

“Being physically attracted to me and actively choosing to fuck me are very different things. And for right now, she actively chooses NOT to.”

“Well that’s what we thought,” Naimh pondered, “but she DID leave the door cracked open for you though.”

“Thought you said that was a test? A test I passed by not peeking.”

The redhead waggled her red head. “I dunno. Belle’s theory about Skylar letting the chips fall where they may has me rethinking that assessment.”

“So now you think she WANTED me to go join her?”

Naimh’s eyebrows went up. “I think that in the same way I felt on that Fourth of July… had YOU chosen to make the first move, she would’ve been ready and willing to accept you.”

I shook my head in the negative. “I don’t know about that. And in the same way -I- felt on that Fourth of July, if she wasn’t a hundred percent about doing something that would radically change the nature of our relationship, I wasn’t going to cross that line.”

“But if she WAS a hundred percent ready?”

“Don’t get caught up in hypotheticals. She wasn’t.”

“But if she was,” Naimh continued anyways. “If she’d slid off the table into your lap, shoved her tongue down your throat, and begged for relief while groaning how much she wanted to feel your big dick stretching her out in ways she’d never felt stretched before, you’d stretch her with your big dick, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d probably go into vapor lock, freeze, and internally scream, ‘Skylar’s kissing me! Skylar’s kissing me? Holy shit, Skylar’s kissing me!’”

My girlfriend giggled and waggled her head before conceding, “Okay, you’re probably right.”

“You were the one who said Skylar’s not really an equal. She’s older, wiser, and she keeps reminding us that we’re ‘just kids’ to her. I’d feel like a freshman dweeb getting kissed by the Cheer Captain, and really would probably freak out.”

“But you’d get over the initial freak-out. She’d keep on kissing you, you’d eventually calm down, and when she started peeling off her panties, you’d rise to the occasion and do whatever you could to make her happy, wouldn’t you?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I don’t think I would, actually.”

Naimh arched an eyebrow and gave me a skeptical look. “I rather doubt that.”

“I’m serious. Even if Skylar started coming onto me, I’d stop her and say we needed to talk.”

“You’d actually stop in the face of a gorgeous, big-titted blonde begging you to fuck her? Forgive me, but your track record seems to indicate otherwise. Isabela… Eva… Lily…”

I took a deep breath to collect myself and then sighed while shaking my head. “My relationship with Skylar isn’t like any of those relationships - it’s unlike any other relationship I’ve ever had. When it came to the OG BTC girls, once The Rule got put to bed, both sides always knew we’d have sex if and when the girl chose to cross that line. Isabela was… a unique circumstance driven mostly by you and Belle starting up an orgy and pulling me into it. Even then, I ultimately began to regret it somewhat, and only after sitting down and having a heart-to-heart with both Isabela and Luna did I finally start to feel better about where we stood with each other.”

Naimh waggled her head in reluctant agreement before stating, “What about Eva? I think she’s the perfect parallel for this thing with Skylar - in the sense that you’d seemed to have come to an agreement that your relationship would never be physical.”

“Eva… convinced me otherwise,” I admitted. “Even so, she became a serious complication for all of us - and the whole situation could’ve easily gone sideways instead of working out. I’m not keen to repeat that with Skylar.”

Naimh narrowed her eyes but nodded her agreement. “And Lily?”

“I resisted Lily at first. It took a long time for me to feel comfortable in our friendship to cross the line between platonic and physical--”

“Well, between letting Lily suck your dick every day as often as you could get it up, to finally taking her cherry,” Naimh corrected.

I sighed. “Well fine, we crossed that line pretty early on. But you’re only making my point for me. I let things get physical with Lily before either she or I were emotionally ready, and look at what happened. Lily’s gone, she’s still avoiding us, and I don’t know when - or even if - our friendship can be repaired.”

“Lily will come around,” Naimh said encouragingly. “Eva said she’s asked how we’re all doing. I was thinking that if we head over to Mrs. Morris’s house together, she might actually talk to us.”

“Really?” I smiled hopefully when Naimh nodded. “But maybe it should just be you and me and not the whole crew or anything. Belle’s a wildcard and I’m not sure how Lily would react if she came along.”

“For the first visit, sure, and then we can go from there,” Naimh agreed.

I nodded slowly before taking a deep breath and letting my head sink deeper into my pillow. “But first, we need to visit Skylar.”

“We’ll see her tomorrow after E10.”

“I know.”

“We’ll get lunch and head over to her apartment and have plenty of time to get things sorted.”

“I hope so.” I took another deep breath and then sighed. “Then again, she could avoid us. She’s done it before.”

“She didn’t avoid us. She was genuinely busy, remember? Besides, I won’t let her avoid us.”

I chuckled lightly and stroked my girlfriend’s copper-red hair. And then I sighed once more before muttering, “I just… I don’t want to lose this friendship, you know? Not over something as silly as this. I honestly don’t know what was going through Skylar’s head, and I’m worried about her. She’s stressed-out and anxious.”

“Maybe you should give her some old-fashioned stress relief.” Naimh giggled. “Maybe WE should give her some old-fashioned stress relief.”

“IF that’s what she really wants.”

“She did leave the door cracked open. She’s tempted, at the very least.”

I frowned. “Being tempted alone isn’t good enough to radically change the nature of our relationship. It’s not. And even if Skylar was inclined to change that, I’m not.”

“Don’t say it’s because you can’t handle another girl or that you’re stretched too thin. You just got done making clear that your angst over Isabela had nothing to do with being physically worn out, but more over your lack of emotional connection. You already HAVE an emotional connection with Skylar.”

“We’re friends. Just friends.”

“And if Skylar wants something more? If she sits down with you tomorrow and has the same heart-to-heart talk you just had with Isabela… if she tells you that she needs your special brand of stress relief and trusts you to take care of her… if a gorgeous girl I KNOW you’re attracted to says she wants your relationship to grow in both physical AND emotional intimacy… are you really trying to claim you’ll say ‘no’?”

I pursed my lips and thought about that, unable to answer with any clear certainty.

“If Skylar tells you that she wants you and she needs you and asks you politely if you’ll make sweet, sweet love to her,” Naimh pressed, her emerald-green eyes glittering, “are you really saying you wouldn’t be… tempted?”

“Tempted,” I admitted. “I’d be tempted.”

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“And on that note, I’d like to thank you all for being such excellent and attentive students,” Professor Dussander called out in his typically loud but somewhat quavering voice. “I’m sure you’ll all do quite well on next week’s Final Examination. Good luck, and class dismissed!”

“Thanks, Professor D!” Franklin called loudly from the back of the class, already out of his seat and on his way up the stairs. Several other students also chimed in their thanks aloud while packing up, including me and Isabela.

The lovely Latina lady held my arm as we ascended the stairs together and exited the building. The most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved was right outside, and my bubbly redhead bounced straight up to me with a beaming smile and a happy “Matty!” exclamation.

Naimh gave me a sweetly passionate kiss in greeting. As soon as we pulled apart, she grinned at Isabela, and the Honduran hottie leaned in to share a sweetly passionate kiss with Naimh as well.

“Oh, damn,” some guy behind me muttered in appreciative awe, but Naimh and Isabela acted like they hadn’t heard a thing and kept right on kissing for another few seconds.

And then Isabela grabbed my head and started kissing me, and then Naimh put her head next to ours so that she could kiss me and then all of a sudden all three of us were swapping kisses back and forth every two seconds while I grabbed both girls’ asses and tugged their midsections against me.

To think I’d been worried about my reputation when we’d first started school.

But the three of us didn’t stay there snogging forever. Isabela was the first to sigh and pull back, glancing at her watch. “I need to go pick up Luna. Either of you wanna come have a nooner?”

Naimh immediately glanced at me, and I gave Isabela an apologetic shrug and said, “Sorry, Izzy. Already have plans.” I jerked a thumb towards the auditorium, where we were still waiting for Skylar to finish up.

“Of course. ‘No problemo’,” Isabela quipped with sparkling eyes. She gave us both one more peck on the lips each and then sauntered off, her hips swaying magnetically. I hated to see her leave, but I loved to watch her walk away.

Rather than continue to stand in the plaza, I led Naimh over to a table within view of the building entrance. Turning around, I sat down on the bench seat and reclined against the table as a backrest. My Irish Head Girlfriend sat beside me and snuggled up against my side while I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and cuddled her close. Neither of us needed to say anything or start up another makeout session. We simply enjoyed being together in companionable silence while we waited.

And I, for one, rather enjoyed the few moments Naimh and I had when we were completely alone. That’s not to say I’d have it any other way, or might wish to have only the one girlfriend instead of several women with whom I shared intimate relationships. But the simple fact that I shared intimate relationships with several women meant that one-on-one time for us was less frequent than for a traditionally monogamous couple, that’s all.

But the longer we sat there in silence, the more the momentary high of meeting up after class and making out hot and heavy waned away. And the more that momentary high waned away, the more the tense anxiety I’d felt this morning returned.

Although I’d spent the night alone with Naimh, I’d jerked awake this morning in my traditional manner of thrusting my dick into the throat of a talented fellatrix. Belle and Isabela had snuck in to join us, and Isabela was getting much better at accepting that first thrust without choking.

Practice, practice, practice…

The wild-and-crazy foursome that followed had been fun. With my mind booting up from a blank slate, I didn’t have a care in the world, and I happily thrusted away into the teenage twats of my three total hotties before eventually blasting a massive load deep into insatiable Izzy’s clenching cunt so that Matty’s Little Cumslut could slurp out the creampie. But after we’d all gotten cleaned up and gotten dressed to start our day, I’d started thinking ahead to the next time I’d be seeing Skylar. And the uncertainty of how that next encounter would proceed weighed on me heavily.

And it seemed to weigh rather heavily on my Head Girlfriend as well.

Per our normal Wednesday routine, Naimh held my hand for the walk to campus, but we didn’t speak. My Head Girlfriend had a contemplative look on her face, most likely overthinking the situation much as I was. I found myself trying very hard to NOT overthink the situation though, distracting myself with observation of the things going on around me.

A neighbor’s dog barked at us in passing, the noise muffled by the glass window he was trapped behind. Green trash bins alternated with blue recycling bins in a row by the curb awaiting pickup, the stench of week-old waste mingling in the frosty December morning air with the smells of car exhaust and another neighbor’s grass clippings.

The church around the corner was remodeling, with temporary chain-link fences erected around its perimeter. The dark green fabric covering the fences had been tagged with various layers of spray-paint graffiti. Vulgar words and images were sometimes easy to decipher, and sometimes not.

Students congregated at the Durant Avenue crosswalk by the residence halls. A tall kid in a navy-blue jacket had an array of dreadlocks artistically piled atop his head, interwoven with colored beads. The backpack of the girl next to him was half-unzipped, revealing part of a Differential Equations textbook alongside two spiral-bound notebooks.

When we reached our usual intersection, Naimh smiled at me prettily, putting up a cheery façade for my benefit without a trace of her previous contemplative expression. She gave me a quick kiss and then headed off towards the Biology buildings while Belle happily slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained. Rather than take my hand from the other side, Isabela kept holding Belle’s hand on the far end, and the three of us continued onward.

In stark contrast to Naimh’s taciturn pondering, Belle and Isabela were happy to babble on like a pair of giggling schoolgirls (which, they were). Both seemed quite satisfied - more than satisfied - with our early-morning foursome. And I continued my silent observation of the outside world.

The wind rustled the tree leaves. Bantering students passing by in the opposite direction talked football. A janitor drove by in a golf cart before parking alongside a trash can to our left.

Once we reached the Engineering plaza, my petite “little sister” jumped up into my arms and gave me a passionate French kiss. She then gave Isabela an equally passionate kiss before turning and bouncing off towards Chemistry. Isabela then looped her elbow through mine, suggested cheerily for us to vamos, and we entered the auditorium arm-in-arm.

I was used to Isabela’s amorous attentiveness by now and comfortably slouched in my seat while she rubbed my thigh. I calmly chitchatted with her, automatically flirting back. The luscious Latina licked my ear and moaned less-than-subtle praises of the way I’d pounded her pussy to pleasure overload with my massive dick while my girlfriend’s agile tongue teased her clit at the same time, reveling in the chuckles she heard from the guys in the row immediately behind us. Still, I took it all in stride and simply chuckled as well.

But then a different sound made my heartrate suddenly quicken: the familiar sound of high heels rhythmically striking individual stair treads. I stiffened and turned to look over my shoulder just in time to see Skylar descending towards us, feeling uncertain as to what she might say to me.

But the beautiful, busty blonde bombshell merely gave me and Isabela kind smiles before continuing on her way.

Without a second glance, our E10 T.A. headed for the professor’s desk, set down her bag, and immediately began fielding questions from students. I took a deep breath and internally scolded myself for getting neurotic about the situation.

It’s no big deal.

When Professor D started up the lecture, I forced myself to stop thinking about Skylar and instead pay strict attention to the material. It was the LAST lecture of the year, with the Final Exam taking place next week, and I really did want to nail it to get a top grade in the class and start my Engineering career on the right foot.

So I focused on the work save for the occasional distraction of Isabela’s hand on my thigh (twice, I had to pull her hand OFF my dick). I took careful notes, circled the topics Professor D highlighted as especially important for the Final, and managed to keep from thinking about Skylar for the entire period. Professor D then dismissed us, Franklin thanked him loudly on our behalf, my bubbly redhead bounced straight up to me with a beaming smile, and I got into an awesome three-way kiss with the girls right there in the middle of the plaza.

But now Naimh and I sat together in silence as we waited for Skylar to emerge, the momentary high of meeting up after class waning away.

The tense anxiety we’d both felt this morning returned.

And once again, I scolded myself for getting neurotic about the situation.

It’s no big deal.

****

“It’s kind of a big deal,” Skylar muttered, slouching against the sofa’s backrest and crossing her right leg over her left. She planted her left elbow atop the armrest and then set her chin down in her open palm. “For one thing, I should know better than to tempt a guy into cheating on his girlfriend… or girlfriends in this case.”

Naimh snorted, “Matty’s already got a green light from us to bang you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Skylar smirked, shook her head, and repeated to me, “That isn’t our relationship. And I’m very sorry for putting you in that situation, but I’m quite appreciative that you didn’t feel inclined to peep.”

“It was no big deal,” I repeated affably, momentarily raising both hands up with fingers splayed. “I honestly thought the door-latch thing was an accident, and I was never remotely tempted to try and peep on you.”

The striking blonde arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Not remotely tempted?” She looked a little wounded.

“C’mon, luv,” Naimh encouraged teasingly, rubbing my shoulder. “Tell Sky how much ye was dyin’ to catch yer firs’ glimpse o’er spectacularly wet ’n’ nekkid body.”

I barked a short laugh and shook my head, still not quite believing we’d come to this point.

Perhaps I should start over from the beginning.

My exit from the E10 auditorium after class had been as routine as any other. Isabela walked out with me arm-in-arm and we met the most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved outside on the plaza. Isabela then gave me a passionate kiss goodbye before heading off to pick up Luna. And then Naimh and I waited at a nearby table for Skylar to emerge.

I’d sensed my Head Girlfriend’s nervousness and cuddled her close, stroking her spine. I found it easier to focus on reassuring Naimh that we’d work things out and get everyone on the same page rather than dwell on my own neuroses. And when the statuesque English beauty finally emerged, we greeted her as normally as any other day.

Per routine, the three of us collected lunch and brought our takeout bags to Skylar’s apartment. I held Skylar’s bag while she unlocked her door and then used her right shoulder to get the wood unjammed. And before I could second-guess whether or not I should really mention yesterday’s little bathroom-door-cracked-open thing, Skylar took her bag from me and spoke up first.

“I need to apologize for yesterday,” she began out of the blue as she closed the door behind us and started walking over to the dining table. “I know you noticed that I’d left the washroom door ajar when I went to take a shower.”

I blinked. “You knew?”

“Knew that I’d left it ajar?” Skylar narrowed her eyes. “Or knew that you noticed?”

“Both, I suppose,” I replied.

Skylar pursed her lips and changed her takeout bag from one hand to the other as if she didn’t know what to do with it. Ultimately, she turned around to set the bag down on the coffee table and then dropped heavily onto her sofa. Meanwhile, I’d already set my takeout bag on the dining table, and I pulled out my usual chair and sat down rather than join Skylar. Naimh stood beside me with her hand atop my shoulder, and I covered her hand with mine.

After taking a deep breath, Skylar stated regretfully, “I didn’t mean to leave the door open.”

“So it was an accident?” Naimh queried dubiously.

“I was… flustered. I was stressed out. I was knackered. I was horny. You’ve no idea how long it’s been since I got laid.”

I could feel Naimh leaning forward to make some witty crack about the two of us being happy to remedy that situation, but I dug my fingernails into her hand atop my shoulder in warning, and she bit her tongue.

But Skylar seemed to sense it anyways, and her eyes narrowed. “That isn’t our relationship.”

“We know,” I stated evenly.

“I needed a cold shower to cool down,” Skylar continued, closing her eyes and sighing as she bowed her head. And with her eyes still closed, she shook her head negatively while muttering, “I hustled off a little too quickly and perhaps didn’t shut the door all the way. It was only after I started getting undressed that I noticed the door was ajar. A girl should always know whether or not the washroom door is shut when there’s a man in the house.”

I chuckled. “So the girls tell me.”

“And my first instinct was to go shut it.” Skylar paused and winced.

Naimh smirked and led her, “This is where Matty would usually say, ‘I smell a ‘but’ coming…”

Skylar chuckled. “But… I admittedly wondered what he would do. I assumed he would be a perfect gentleman and refrain from ogling me. This is Matty, after all.”

“And he did refrain,” Naimh confirmed. “Matty would never peep on you.”

“I know he wouldn’t…” the blonde began, her voice trailing off as she got a faraway look again.

“But you find yourself wishing he didn’t refrain?” the redhead led her.

Skylar inhaled sharply but then exhaled quite slowly, averting her eyes. She took another deep breath to compose herself, and rather than answer the question, she turned to face me, stating evenly, “You were trying very hard to NOT stare at me, acting like you’d never noticed the open door, which is why I knew with certainty that you’d noticed the open door.”

“Was I really that obvious?” I asked with a wince. “I thought I’d done a good job of playing it off as normal.”

Naimh frowned. “If he was acting funny, wouldn’t you have assumed he DID peep on you?”

Skylar shook her head and then focused on me again. “You were trying hard to act normally, but you never got the kind of guilty, sheepish look on your face of a guy who’d peeped on me, so I knew you never actually went to take a look.”

“Well maybe I peeped and I’m just good at hiding it,” I muttered.

Skylar gave me a kind look. “You’ve never been good at hiding your true feelings. You’re an honest man, Matty, one of the few. It’s one reason why I like you so much. And I’m sorry for doing that to you.”

“It was no big deal,” I muttered, waving her off.

And now you’re caught up.

“For one thing, I should know better than to tempt a guy into cheating on his girlfriend… or girlfriends in this case,” Skylar continued.

Naimh snorted, “Matty’s already got a green light from us to bang you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

The striking blonde arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Not remotely tempted?” She looked a little wounded.

“C’mon, luv,” Naimh encouraged teasingly, rubbing my shoulder. “Tell Sky how much ye was dyin’ to catch yer firs’ glimpse o’er spectacularly wet ’n’ nekkid body.”

I barked a short laugh and shook my head, still not quite believing we’d come to this point. “Waitaminute, would you both rather I had turned Peeping Tom on her?”

“No,” Skylar stated emphatically while Naimh simultaneously laughed, “Yesss…” The two girls then looked at each other, with Skylar frowning and Naimh giving her a teasing look.

Skylar sighed and asked her somewhat forlornly, “Please don’t tempt me. I can’t do this. Not again.”

“Can’t do what?” I asked, a tingle going down my spine making me sit up straight in concern with furrowed eyebrows.

Skylar exhaled slowly and mumbled, “The same thing that got me disowned from my family in the first place.”

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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