VIP-BTC2: Chapter 37

-- CHAPTER 37: Twinkle, Twinkle --

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Nothing tickled my balls, and I didn’t jerk awake.

No stray beam of sunlight woke me up.

I didn’t grind my morning wood into the cleft of anyone’s bare buttcheeks. I didn’t even HAVE morning wood. But that said: at least I wasn’t exhausted. I didn’t feel completely drained. I didn’t even feel particularly tired. I’d gotten a full night’s sleep and then some, if the quantity of light in the room was anything to go by.

But I was also alone.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while hugging an extra pillow to my chest - a poor substitute for the feeling of a gorgeous girl spooned up against my chest with her bare breast in my palm.

I was not used to waking up alone in bed, and in fact could not remember the last time I had done so. One of the greatest things about having so many girlfriends and lovers was that there was always someone to cuddle with, and frequently plural “someones”. But that was not the case this morning. Not this late in the morning. And not after the kind of night we’d had.

No, I did not get all seven “prizes” last night. That would’ve been ridiculous. I mean true, I had a fairly extraordinary sex life, but I was still only human.

But the girls did get me up to five, and the proof of that sat on the nightstand with the pile of five colored thongs – pink, green, purple, blue, and red - between my face and my alarm clock that currently read 10:37 AM Sunday morning. And as I laid there and stared at the pile of thongs, I thought back fondly on the memories of “earning” each one of them, as if spurting a load of scalding semen up a sexy girl’s asshole wasn’t a worthwhile prize in and of itself.

I’d first earned Sam’s pink thong down in the living room last night by blasting my blonde bombshell’s butthole after 42+ minutes of pounding pussies one after another after another.

I’d then earned Belle’s green thong during Mario Kart, plugging my petite pixie’s patootie full of scalding semen while she squealed like a stuck pig.

We’d stopped to take a break, clean up, and make dinner. Sam had come outside to sit with me by the barbecue grill, and then we’d returned to join the others for the meal. And after dinner, the girls decided they wanted to take turns sitting on my schlong just making out with me and nothing else.

Although the girls were still wearing their rainbow-colored lingerie and color-coordinating heels, the rainbow order itself was no longer important, and the girls basically just chatted with each other, mixing cocktails and drinking wine while their friends took turns mounting my lap face-to-face so we could tango with our tongues while I ran my hands all over their nubile bodies and massaged their asses. Holly went first, and then Alice, and then Mari, and then Eva, and then Holly again, and then Sam, and then Naimh, and then Alice again, and then Belle.

It was quite nice.

But at some point while Eva was taking another turn experiencing the OG BTC tradition, Alice sidled up to tap the hapa girl’s shoulder and murmured, “Turn around reverse cowgirl. I wanna go down on you while you’re riding him.”

Eva’s blue-contact eyes flashed. Her skin was already a little flushed from alcohol, but her ears burned pink for just a second as she stared at Alice and then turned to look at me.

I gave Eva an encouraging smile, and she smiled back at me. A moment later she straightened her shoulders and sat up before smoothly dismounting my dick to step down onto the floor one strappy-stiletto-clad foot at a time before pivoting around. She kept her heeled feet on the floor while reaching back with both arms and remounting me backwards. I slouched to bring my ass to the very edge of the couch, to the point where my balls were hanging down, and spread my knees to the sides to give room for Alice to move between them. Alice then held my dick erect to help. A moment later, Eva was leaning back against my chest with my hands palming her tits beneath the butterfly-shaped halter bra. And the horny Hawaiian hottie twisted to kiss me over her shoulder while pulling the strap of her yellow thong aside not only to allow my entry, but also give access for Alice to kneel between my knees and tongue her juicing slit at my point of entry.

“Holy SHIT,” Belle suddenly exclaimed, and the conversation around us abruptly cut off. “They’re actually doing it!”

Sensing her audience, Eva moaned into my mouth and reached up with her free arm to hold my head, deepening the passion of our kiss. She thrust her chest into my palms while I tweaked her nipples, and she undulated her body in slow rolls. And from down below I could feel Alice more aggressively go after Eva’s clit while simultaneously rubbing my balls.

With my eyes closed as I focused on Frenching the Hawaiian girl, I could only hear the others comment on the sight of us.

“Wow… look at her go. She’s really into it,” Holly observed. “And you guys thought she was straight.”

“Who knew Alice would have the magic touch?” Sam wondered aloud.

“I thought she might after Eva became Matty’s gaming buddy,” Naimh remarked. “None of us could find any real common ground with her.”

“I thought you would be the first to get into her panties,” Belle stated. “Like seduction through cosplay or something.”

“I wasn’t trying to seduce her through cosplay. I just started making her an outfit,” Naimh protested.

“Well, it was a theory, at least,” Belle muttered. “Hey Alice, can I get a turn?”

“B, chill,” Mari warned. “Let her take things at her own pace.”

Eva pulled her mouth off of mine, eyes flashing again. And while holding Alice’s head to her crotch with one hand, she asked with a deep rasp in her voice, “Do you wanna see Belle take a turn?”

My dick thickened inside of Eva’s tight twat, and she started grinning before I could mutter anything about being perfectly happy to accept whatever she was comfortable with. A moment later, Eva turned to grin at Belle and coolly crooked a finger at the impish little voyeur.

“SWEEEEET!” Belle cheered, double-thrusting her fists into the air as she practically flew off the other couch and landed in what almost felt like a superheroine stance next to Alice.

I actually missed seeing the moment Belle’s tongue first made contact with Eva’s clit, and so did she. Eva’s head lolled back over my shoulder, staring straight at me, and I kept my gaze straight at her. I certainly felt that first moment from the way Eva shuddered, her pussy clenching around my cock, and from the way her ass gyrated in my lap as she grabbed the back of Belle’s head and tugged it tighter. And then I leaned over to kiss Eva once again, hearing her moan as she kissed me even more passionately than before.

Eventually Eva and I pulled apart and we both looked down to see Belle rather ravenously feasting on the Hawaiian girl’s slit. I imagined that my impish “little sister” had been fantasizing about this moment since the time they’d first met from the way she eagerly lapped at the model-esque beauty’s bald beaver. There was no warmup, no teasing foreplay. Belle went after Eva’s pussy hard and within two minutes, the horny Hawaiian girl was juddering in my lap at the precipice of orgasm until she grabbed my head one more time and kissed me just as the explosive orgasm rocked her to her very core.

“MMPH!” Eva’s climactic cry was muffled by my mouth, but I certainly felt her internal spasms as her synapses fried and she shuddered in my arms.

I’d thought that would finish Eva off. I expected her to slump back against my chest, wiped out and weary, and almost desperately push Belle’s face away feeling like her clit was too sensitive to keep going on.

But I’d forgotten that this was one cat who had serious claws.

Eva abruptly grabbed Belle beneath her armpits and hoisted the much lighter girl up so that they were face-to-face. She mashed their two mouths together only inches away from the tip of my nose, with Belle squeaking just a moment in surprise before flowing into the lustful lesbian liplock. And mere seconds after that, Eva twisted both girls to the side, rolling off me and planting Belle flat on her back across the couch cushion to my left, taking the dominant position in kissing the smaller girl.

Belle squeaked again when Eva’s fingers suddenly invaded her juicing slit.

Meanwhile, Alice took one look at my naked erection waving in the air and remarked, “Oh hey! Matty’s dick! Don’t mind if I do.”

And then my big dick was suddenly in my best friend’s mouth.

And then it was in Holly’s mouth.

And then it was in Sam’s mouth, too.

The post-dinner conversation portion of the evening had moved on to the full-blown orgy. Seven drunk and horny girls started crawling all over me and each other around the room, including Eva.

Alice, Holly, and Sam knelt right in front of me, taking turns sucking my dick with sometimes two of them at the same time. And I groaned in appreciation while the bevy of beautiful babes made sweet love to my big dick with their hands and mouths.

Belle, helplessly pinned beneath Eva’s larger weight, desperately reached a hand out and managed to hot-tag her BFF Mari. The busty brunette jumped in to help tag-team the hapa newcomer and turn the tables on her, pinning the Hawaiian girl into her usual armchair but with Mari’s head between Eva’s thighs and Belle mashing her tits into Eva’s face. And Naimh sat beside me, cramming my face between her boobs and then cramming her tongue down my throat.

Sam and Holly had started passing my dick back and forth between them but then started making out with each other instead. Alice was quick to knock me over lengthwise across the couch and mount herself on my upright dick while Naimh climbed onto my face, going for a tongue-ride while simultaneously making out with Alice. But after only a few minutes of Alice aggressively riding my dick - combined with all that pussy I’d been getting during the conversation/makeout portion of the evening, I soon found myself ready to blow.

Dropping my head back from my Head Girlfriend’s box, I gasped, “Fuck! I’m gonna cum!”

“Switch, Alice!” Naimh urged her old friend.

My dick was only out in the open air for a second, and then suddenly my mushroom head was surrounded by incredibly tight constriction. Sure, I’d railed my best friend’s rectum for quite a while during the whole Mario Kart lineup, but her dilated sphincter had certainly closed back up since then, and Alice had never been the kind of girl who would just take my dick up her ass on the fly the way Mari or Naimh could often do.

Still, Alice had been re-lubricated and mentally prepared for the occasion. I felt rhythmic rubbing against my pelvis as Naimh’s hand went to work stimulating her friend’s little love button, and Alice moaned and groaned as she sat her tight ass back down around my big dick. She humped herself up and down, getting a little help from gravity to stretch her restrictive rear passage around my too-thick girth. And even though it was only a few inches of travel, it was enough stimulation on my sensitive cockhead that my balls quickly came to a boil.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I howled, holding Alice’s hips in my hands and hammering her body down against my pelvis with every ‘FUCK!’. With the third thrust I pushed my feet against the far armrest and arched my back, trying desperately to erupt every last brain cell I had in my body through the upright column of cock I had crammed up the Korean girl’s colon. And I kept Alice held several inches aloft with my big dick hilted to the balls up her butt for what felt like hours until I finally had nothing left to blow.

Three down.

Four more to go.

“Ooh! Creampie!” Belle called eagerly from across the room.

“Back off, bitch! This one’s mine!” Naimh shot back. And then the randy redhead tackled Alice off my body so she could slurp out every last drop.

And then she snowballed some of it with Belle.

One for all, and all for one.

****

So as I was saying, it was 10:37 AM Sunday morning when I turned to stare at the pile of thongs, thinking back fondly on the memories of “earning” each one of them. But I couldn’t stay in bed ALL day, and after spending another few minutes in fond reminiscence, I finally gathered up the gumption to drag my morning-wood-less body off the bed, get up, and get dressed.

The girls had made clear that, just like yesterday, there was no need for sightseeing or special activities, because the most important things to see were each other and the most important activity was being together. We only had a few hours left; Alice and Mari would be catching a flight to Burbank together this evening, and Holly would be heading home as well. And we all wanted to make the most of the time we had left.

I put on a comfortable pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt, went through my morning routine, and sauntered on down the stairs to the pleasant sounds of giggling girls happy to be together.

The sounds brought warmth to my heart.

But as I descended, I started to hear the actual words they were saying, and that warm feeling in my heart started to chill.

“At some point I know I’ll have to get over him,” Mari’s voice stated a little sadly. “But it’s hard, you know? For years whenever I laid in bed, daydreaming about being held in my man’s strong arms, he was always the one I daydreamed about. I’d stare out the window, thinking of him, wondering whether or not he was thinking of me, and my heart sank a little when I realized he almost certainly wasn’t.”

“That’s really, really sad,” Holly muttered.

I’d made enough noise upstairs in the bathroom and coming down the stair treads in this creaky old house to harbor no illusions that the girls hadn’t detected my presence. So rather than make some lame attempt to hide around the corner and eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation, I simply hit the ground floor and came into the living room.

Mari, Belle, Holly, and Sam sat in the living room. I didn’t immediately see Naimh, Alice, or Eva. The four on the couches turned to glance at me, and Holly thrust her arms out inviting a hug, but they didn’t stop their conversation, and in fact continued talking about me in the third person as if I wasn’t even there.

“I mean, why would he? First off, Matty was a hormone-fueled teenage boy, and he was always hottest and horniest for the girls who teased him the most.” Mari stated with a shrug, gesturing at the blonde. “That meant Sam, mostly, and then Neevie when she arrived. Sam could bend over just a bit at the waist, give him an eyeful of cleavage, and he’d jump off a cliff for her.”

“I remember,” Sam said with a bashful smile for me as I circled the couches. She and Holly scooted apart, with Sam patting the cushion between them and Holly hugging me as soon as I sat down.

“He’d have jumped off a cliff for an eyeful of your cleavage if you’d ever given it to him more often,” Belle drawled to her BFF. “I can’t count the number of times I saw him tenting his swim trunks when he’d try not to be too obvious about ogling you in the pool when you were doing laps.”

Mari blushed. “I loved those little looks, but I could never really be brave enough to just… put myself on display for him.”

“You certainly put yourself on display for him several times even before all the sex stuff started happening,” Sam argued.

“As part of the group. Only times I ever took off my shirt and proudly put my bra on display were when everyone else was doing it right next to me,” Mari countered.

“I don’t think you have that problem anymore,” Holly remarked admiringly, gesturing at Mari’s suuuper plunging V-neck sweater that certainly put ‘the girls’ on display.

“No, I’ve got a different problem,” Mari said with a sigh. “I go to school four hundred miles away. So now when I stare out the window wondering whether or not he’s thinking of me, my heart still sinks a little when I realize he almost certainly isn’t, and the reasons are different even if I know the outcome is the same.”

I pursed my lips and frowned at her, simultaneously wanting to tell her she has every right to move on while biting my lip so as not to rehash the same conversation.

“What I’m trying to say is that I’m used to it, alright?” Mari continued. “I’m used to having those one-sided staring-out-the-window sessions, and even if you all think it’s really sad, it’s just… normal… to me. Par for the course. I’ve already spent years of my life daydreaming about him, and in the end, for one glorious senior year together I got to have him.”

“Well, you got to share him,” Belle clarified.

“I was happy. Call it sharing him or call it only getting a piece of him or call it whatever you want - I was happy. Even if I was only his Queen Mari every now and again, that whole year together - finally holding him in my arms the way I’d always wanted, feeling his big dick filling me up the way I’d always fantasized, and hearing him whisper how much he loved me the way I’d always dreamed - it was worth the wait. And there’s a big part of me that says I’d be happy to wait another four years… or however long need be… and he’ll still be worth the wait.”

“Angel…” I murmured softly.

“Oh, I already know what you’re gonna say,” she muttered with a dismissive wave. “And there’s a big part of me that says I should move on. But you’ve already made clear to Sam that even if she spends the next fifteen years achieving all of her personal and career goals first, that you’d happily welcome her back, right? And I already know that even if I chose to move on and hook up with some other guy or even made my own harem of Caltech Nerd-Boys to service my every whim, if I ever chose to come back to you, you’d happily welcome me back, too.”

I blinked a couple of times. “Well, all of that is certainly true. All of it. Of course I’d happily welcome you back. But that wasn’t what I was gonna say.”

Mari looked at me in surprise. “Really?”

“I was gonna say, there were LOTS of times I stared out the window thinking of you.”

Mari looked even more surprised. “Really?”

“Really-really,” Naimh confirmed as she, Alice, and Eva emerged from her bedroom to join us. “He used to cry every so often thinking about how much he missed you.”

Mari narrowed her eyes at the newcomers. “I don’t believe that.”

“It’s true,” Belle replied. “I’m not going to say he thought about you ALL the time, but he certainly did at least a few times, especially the first couple of weeks of school when missing the NBGs was at its peak for him. Every now and again, he’d get wistful and stare off into the distance, wishing things could go back to the way they were.”

“Oh, right!” Alice chirped while snapping her fingers. “Yeah he got all nostalgically wistful with me too on Friday.”

Eva snorted just after flopping into her usual armchair and then explained, “Mid-blowjob, if you can believe it. Alice scolded him to snap out of it and stop being such a killjoy.”

Mari took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Thank you for confirming what I already knew: that he missed the original BTC, collectively. He didn’t miss me.”

“He missed you,” Naimh assured her, taking a seat on the couch next to Mari and squeezing her hand. “He just missed Alice and Zofi and Holly as well. Much in the way he loves all of us in our own ways, he misses all of us whenever we were gone.”

“He really does miss you,” Belle stated seriously. “He misses Alice. He misses Holly. And he definitely misses Sam.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “I’m still here.”

“For how much longer? Five minutes?”

“B…” I warned.

“Can’t say nobody ever told her she’s doing it wrong,” Belle stated with a shrug, holding her hands up in defense.

“Annnd we’re changing subjects before this turns into another Santa Cruz,” Alice muttered.

My stomach growled on cue.

“There we go!” Alice crowed. “Somebody feed this man! And by ‘somebody’, I mean someone other than me.”

“Or me,” Belle muttered. “I love you, Matty, but I think we went a little overboard on the anal action and I can’t even get up and walk right now.”

I grimaced. “I’m sorry. You should’ve--”

“Stop apologizing,” she cut me off. “It was totally worth it. I’m just glad you got your green thong out of the-- Hey! Where’re the thongs?!?”

I blinked and raised my fingertips to my unadorned neck. “Oops. I left ‘em on the nightstand.”

“Oh, we are NOT done yet,” Belle declared. “What colors are still left?”

“Orange and yellow,” Naimh confirmed. “Mari and Eva.”

“Angel and Devil it is,” Belle pronounced.

“‘Devil’?” Eva inquired, eyebrows arched.

“I’m joking,” Belle replied in a kidding-not-kidding sort of way.

“Kinda fits…” Sam drawled with a shrug.

“Ooh, now I’m imagining you in a sexy devil costume,” Naimh enthused, clapping her hands together and rubbing them.

My stomach growled again.

“Okay, I’m feeding him,” Mari announced, getting up. “The sooner I feed him, the sooner this Body Built For Sex gets properly plowed.”

“Properly plowed again,” Holly drawled. “He hammered your heinie plenty last night.”

“That was last night,” Mari pointed out with a wink, strutting like a runway model on her way to the kitchen, making sure I had an amazing view of her swaying ass the entire way. “And I for one am glad he didn’t leave me a deposit last night. I’ve only got a few more hours before I gotta go, and I intend to make the most of it.”

****

Naimh led me over to the dining table and then Mari brought a plate of food and some OJ to me. My Head Girlfriend then proceeded to forbid me from using any of my own utensils, insisting on feeding me herself. She even asked Mari to go get a straw so she could hold up the glass of OJ for me to sip.

I found the whole thing… mildly amusing. Admittedly, I was tired this Sunday morning after having so much sex last night, but not THAT tired that I couldn't even feed myself. And yet my adoring Head Girlfriend was quite obviously having a good time, which was reason enough to go along with it. I opened my mouth whenever she cued me to take a bite and smirked with a wry look when she tittered happily. And in fact, Naimh seemed to be having such a good time that Mari wanted to get in on the action of spoon-feeding me.

So that’s how I ended up with a wicked-hot redhead sitting in my lap letting me run my hands all over her incredible body while turning my head every so often to let Mari feed me. All of the girls were fully dressed this morning rather than clad in their eye-catching rainbow lingerie, but they were no less beautiful for it.

That train of thought did make me reminisce once again about how I’d earned Nympho Neevie’s red thong. It had come at the very end of the night right before we’d fallen asleep, actually. I’d thought I was done for the day with four down and three more prizes that could wait for the next day. The seven drunk and horny girls seemed to be satisfied with the orgasms they’d already received, or so I’d thought.

The four Berkeley Babes had offered to let all three NBGs present spend the night with me, although Alice declined in favor of bunking with Naimh so they could spend more time catching up. Belle and Sam were together in Belle’s room. And I’d walked Eva three doors down to Mrs. Morris’s house so she could sleep in her own bed.

So after we were all cleaned up and ready for bed, I’d snuggled underneath my bedsheets with Mari on one side and Holly on the other. And although the three of us shared some weary but affectionate kisses, I still figured we were done for the night.

And then my Head Girlfriend had come to kiss me goodnight.

As I said, Naimh was supposed to be bunking with Alice, but I was more than happy to let my randy redhead climb straight onto my chest and give me a passionately loving kiss.

Thing is: one kiss turned into two. Two kisses turned into five. The next thing you knew we were having a full-blown makeout session. And since I’d been granted a good bit of refractory time for all the girls to scrub off their heavy makeup, shower, and change… well… my Head Girlfriend lying on top of me discovered that she had a bulge rubbing against her belly.

“What kind of Head Girlfriend would I be if I let this monster go unfucked?” Naimh pouted.

“Not the kind of Head Girlfriend -I- would follow,” Holly remarked with a grin, playing along.

“Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Can I help?” Mari asked excitedly.

So that’s how I ended up with one last foursome in bed. The anal lube had all been cleaned up and washed away during the showers, but the girls were more than happy to mount me with their soaking-wet snatches. I didn’t have to do any work: just lie there and let them pleasure me. I had big tits in my face and sweet lips pressed to mine and of course, wonderfully warm and wet pussies wrapped around my throbbing dick. And my favorite sight, actually, was having Naimh riding me cowgirl with Mari suckling on her right boob and Holly suckling on her left while my inspiring Irish Head Girlfriend held their heads to her plump teats.

The girls all had one last orgasm, but it took a while for me to build up to my final explosion. Holly was mounted on me at that point, her locks of bright blue hair flying every which way as she twisted herself left and right, her hands behind her head with her elbows out and her big boobies bouncing side-to-side. But when I groaned that I was getting close, she swiftly dismounted and then told me to go get myself a red thong prize.

My freckled redhead was bent over and braced against the headboard right next to us, her perfect ass thrust out and inviting. With adrenaline fueling my final burst of energy, I got to my knees and then slammed my swollen schlong straight into the sexy coed’s sacred core. And then I rabbit-humped my ravishing redhead’s rectum like I was running out of time, at last slamming myself balls-deep up her bunghole and basting her inner walls with one final blast of boiling sperm.

Five down.

Two more to go.

And then we had to get cleaned up all over again, but from the way Naimh left me with a supremely satisfied smile, I knew it was all worth it and would’ve done the same thing all over again.

But that was last night.

This was this morning. And yes, I realize I still haven’t told you how I got my fourth prize: Holly’s blue thong.

Funny story…

****

So after I’d crammed all my creamy cum up the Korean girl’s colon last night, I’d remained exactly where I was: lying down across the couch, momentarily wiped out, needing a few minutes to catch my breath.

Alice had been recovering from her orgasm. Naimh was busy snowballing the creampie with Belle. And Mari came over to help clean me up before starting Round Four.

That’s when Sam had suggested, “I think we could all use some entertainment for a little while. Holly? Hmm? Anything you’d like to share with the group?”

“Um, share my tongue?” Holly asked, her expression clearly that of someone pretending not to know what Sam was talking about.

“Not what I meant.”

“My fingers?” Holly ventured speculatively. “We’re gonna do a contest to see which girl can fit the most fingers up her hoo-ha?”

“Uh, no.”

“My closely guarded secrets as to how my hair can survive getting chemically dyed like this over and over and over again withou--”

“Hollister,” Sam growled, mildly annoyed.

“Okay, just for that, I am NOT gonna do it,” Holly pronounced.

Sam frowned. “Why not? You brought it over here for a reason.”

“And now is not the time!” Holly insisted.

By then, Naimh and Belle had finished snowballing their semen, and the two of them glanced back at me and then Sam and Holly and then back to me and also to Alice, Mari, and Eva: all of us looking perplexed.

“Not the time for what?” I asked, still a bit out of breath.

Holly glared at Sam, clearly nervous and clearly pleading with her eyes for Sam to NOT spill the beans. And in the end, Sam had rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine. I’m just saying: you were the one who wanted to do it.”

“I realize I’m not always the most perceptive guy,” I complained, looking around at everyone else, “But please tell me I’m not the only one with no idea what they’re talking about.”

“No clue,” Naimh remarked first.

“What ARE you two talking about?” Belle asked.

Sam pursed her lips and gestured back at Holly.

Holly sighed, made a face, and then looked a little embarrassed. Finally, she explained, “Uh, I’ve been taking guitar lessons and brought my guitar here to… well…”

“To show off her newest talent,” Sam explained matter-of-factly.

“I wouldn’t call it ‘showing off’,” Holly mumbled, not a style of speech I would normally associate with such a vivacious and outgoing girl. “I’ve had less than three months of lessons and I’m very much a novice.” She blushed again, and turned a nervous gaze over to me.

“I’d still love to hear whatever you’d like to play for us,” I told her warmly, and Holly broke into a little smile at the expression on my face.

“Well… maybe… later. Not now,” she muttered somewhat dismissively. “I’ve got better stuff to do tonight. More specifically, I’ve gone someone who had better stuff ME tonight.”

I smirked and reached my arms out to Holly, with the blue-haired beauty happy to come cuddle beside me. Having already discharged my third load of the afternoon, I was in no hurry to jump right back into the orgy. But the others were still pretty horny and ready to continue, so that’s when Sam went to fetch Matty Junior from her bedroom.

Alice recovered enough to slip off her purple thong and hang it around my neck to join the pink and green thongs already there. Sam came strutting out on her skyscraper pink pumps with her borrowed equipment bouncing before her and asked who wanted to get plowed next. And Mari was quick to volunteer first, which left me and Holly on the couch alone.

I sat there and chatted with Holly about her guitar lessons while my luscious Latina angel moaned and groaned and shuddered only a few feet away from us, getting pounded doggy-style against the backrest of the other couch by Sam’s faux phallus. It was rather surreal to be having such a mundane conversation while watching the blonde’s bubble butt pumping back and forth, over and over and over again.

Meanwhile, Eva was slumped in her armchair with one long leg each thrown over the armrests, her strappy heels dangling, holding up a half-empty glass of wine. Alice sat on the armrest next to her, chatting and giggling with the Hawaiian babe while Naimh’s mane of copper-red hair wriggled in-between Eva’s thighs. And Belle sat next to Sam and Mari on the other couch with her hand rubbing furiously in her own crotch, her pale-green eyes on fire as she switched back and forth between staring at Naimh eating out Eva and Sam railing Mari.

Holly poured us a couple of glasses of wine and then came back to chat with me, oblivious to the orgy. My erstwhile “girlfriend” and I enjoyed each other’s company and barely even noticed when Mari donned the strap-on to start fucking Belle into the couch, Sam moved over to start eating out Eva, and Alice and Naimh began to sixty-nine on the floor. Speaking of my erstwhile “girlfriend”, Holly and I actually discussed that title itself. When it came down to it, Holly rather liked being “one of my girlfriends” whenever The BTC was together, like this weekend. So as far as she was concerned, she was my official girlfriend again right now, but would become single again when she went home.

It was perfectly fine with me.

So that’s when my newly official girlfriend decided to give her boyfriend yet another blowjob. And the blue-haired babe slid down to the floor between my knees to scratch my balls with her matching blue fingernails, lick my scrotum, jack my shaft in her hand, and rub my growing meat against her cheeks while she panted in obvious arousal.

Once she had me at full mast, Holly tucked my dick beneath the chest band of her shiny blue lycra top. The band helped keep my rod trapped between her D-cup breasts, plenty big enough for me but never quite as massive as some of the others. She squeezed her boobs together from the outside, helping to mash her titflesh around my tumescent tool that still thrust up through the open oval cutout so that she could duck her head and wrap her lips around my mushroom head at the same time.

“Fuuuuck, Holly,” I moaned at the exquisite pleasure.

“Mmf… Mmf… Mmf…” she mumbled around a mouthful of meat while still humping her chest up and down my prick. With her exotic Cirque du Soleil makeup and her bright eyes staring straight into mine, there was an ethereal, almost inhuman quality to her combination titfuck/blowjob that gave me quite a rush.

“Fuck me…” I groaned. “Fuck me with your tits.”

My girlfriend fucked me with her tits, her supple flesh so firm and yet soft at the same time. Her tongue snaked out, slithering along the underside of my shaft. And she nibbled her lips around my mushroom head for a little bit before teasing me with the tip of her tongue.

“So good, Holly… So good…” I groaned.

But after a few minutes of titfucking, Holly popped her mouth off my prick for a moment and flashed me a pixie wink. “You really wanna hear me play the guitar?”

“Absolutely,” I muttered. “And to hear you sing as well.”

She smirked. “I’ll make you a deal: I’ll sing for you AFTER you give me my anal creampie.”

I blinked. “Well if that’s all it takes, then--”

“Nuh-uh. Not yet.” Holly paused her up-and-down motions and compressed her titflesh around my rod, smirking up at me. “I don’t want just ANY anal creampie. Like… I don’t want you just hammering five or six of us in a row one after the other, a few strokes here and a few strokes there, and then plugging into me right before you cum just to checkmark off that you did.”

“Okay…”

Holly’s hazel eyes glittered. “Personal Slut needs a REAL rectal reaming, Master.”

Oh HELL yeah…

I grinned rather wolfishly at her, but Holly abruptly stood up, withdrawing my dick from her lycra top and then backing away. “Not just yet. If you wanna hump my heinie, you gotta catch me, first.”

“What?”

“Oh Saaaam!” she called theatrically. “Matty’s big dick looks so lonely, don’t you think?”

Catching on quick, Sam called back in a similarly overdramatic voice, “Oh how terrible!” from her spot on the floor where she and Naimh had started tribbing at some point. “But it’s such a BIG dick and I’m not sure I can handle it all by myself. Neevie, won’t you pleeease help me?”

“Such a big dick,” Naimh chimed in. “I think we’re gonna need a LOT of help!”

I shot Holly a smirk. “You’re devious.”

Holly grinned. “I know.”

****

It turned out to be much harder to “catch” Holly than I would’ve imagined. I couldn’t just walk over and grab her, for one thing. It seemed like all of the other girls got into the game of keeping me distracted away from the blue-haired butterfly, with the end result being that I needed to fuck all of THEM first before getting to the final prize.

I started with Sam and Naimh, my busty bombshells smothering me on the couch with Sam sitting her tight asshole on my dick and Naimh standing upright and bent over so that I was licking her love button from one side while the blonde leaned in to give the redhead a rimjob at the same time. But then after Sam got Naimh’s asshole all nice and slobbery with her tongue, she stepped off me and let my Head Girlfriend sit her sacred core down around my dick reverse cowgirl. And then Sam knelt down to complete the “proper” threesome by eating Naimh out at the same time.

After Naimh came, it was Mari’s turn to get sodomized: kneeling on all fours in front of Eva’s armchair while it was my Angel’s turn to eat out “the new girl”. Eva stared back at me the whole time while holding Mari’s head to her crotch, the encouragement in my eyes seeming to energize her. Given how she’d gone out of her way to truly put on a performance in past orgies with the girls, I figured Eva had an exhibitionist side to her who really got off on the attention. And within minutes I was happy to see the hapa beauty squealing and dumping girlcum into Mari’s face just a minute before I managed to bring my luscious Latina to an anal orgasm.

The girls laid me down on the floor and Belle spent a good couple of minutes working her tiny asshole down around my dick in a kind of crab-squat position, her green platform pumps flat and her knees raised while she leaned back with both arms, almost gingerly sitting herself down on my upright dick. Sam knelt behind her, reaching around to nuzzle my shorty “little sister’s” neck and rub her clit. Once we got Belle seated, Alice sat on my face to make out with the petite cutie. And together my best friend and I got the impish pixie to squeak and cum with her ass impaled on my cock.

Alice surprised me by bending over to complete the sixty-nine straight out of Belle’s butt after Belle had fallen off my dick to the floor, twitching slightly. Then it was Alice’s turn to get rectally reamed again, this time with me toppling Alice face-down across the floor in a prone position, her high-top Chucks waving in the air. And I squatted over her to drill my dick into her derrière like an oil derrick.

I was DYING to cum by then, barely able to restrain from my releasing my load into Alice’s bowels when her colon commenced climactic clenching. But I knew I needed to hold out for Holly. And with nobody else immediately tackling me or putting me into position, I got up fully intent on hunting Holly down so I wouldn’t have to hold out much longer.

That’s when I noticed that Holly wasn’t even in the room anymore. How was I supposed to catch a girl I couldn’t find?

But before I could go searching for her, Sam snatched my hand and tugged me towards her. I was perfectly happy to hold my buxom blonde bombshell in my arms and give her a kiss, but when we broke apart and I started looking around for Holly again, Sam instead pointed me to Eva. The Hawaiian hottie was now parked on all fours in front of her usual armchair, with Belle now slouching in the seat with her legs thrown over the armrests and Eva’s jet-black haired head wriggling between my “little sister’s” thighs. And there was no way I was going to let either Belle or Eva down.

I’d long known Belle wanted to watch me sodomize the hapa beauty while holding Eva’s head to her crotch. And of course I would never abandon Eva at a moment like this when it had quite clearly been decided that it was her turn.

“Fuckity-FUCK that’s so hot!” Belle squealed while watching me sink inch after inch after inch of throbbing dick into Eva’s backdoor, all while I held Eva's long ponytail in my hands to really yank her head back like reins. For her part, Eva groaned until I'd gotten completely buried to the hilt. And as soon as I relaxed my grip, she ducked her head back down and started eating Belle out even harder.

It took everything I had to resist cumming in Eva’s ass when I finally made her cum. Had I been working on my first orgasm of the day, I’m sure it would’ve been impossible. But as it was, I managed to hold out… just barely. And this time when I left Belle and Eva in search of Holly, nobody stopped me.

Naimh, Mari, and Holly were having a wicked-hot threesome in my bedroom, the three busty babes crawling all over each other in an unholy trinity of lesbian lust. But as much as I loved my Head Girlfriend and my Angel, I went straight for the blue-haired beauty and physically hoisted her up into my arms…

… and then she squeaked and wriggled and somehow managed to slip away from me, rolling out of my arms and onto the mattress and then across the mattress to the other side.

Popping upright and with her lycra top now bunched up beneath her armpits, the buxom blue-haired babe bopped her hips side-to-side, giggling, “Catch me if you can!”

I rushed her, but she danced out of reach, dodging left and right and then scampering around the armchairs in my sitting area with her high heels clacking on the hardwood floor. I couldn’t believe Holly was quite literally playing “catch” with me, and I started laughing as I fumbled around trying to get to her. My head was swimming with alcohol and by now my energy was fueled by little more than adrenaline. And when I stopped to stand up and sigh, she spun around in place, waggling her thong-clad tushie at me.

“Catch me if you can!” she repeated musically.

“You’re such a tease,” I groused.

“I’m a tease with a sexy ass!”

“Damn fucking right about that.” And then I rushed her again.

This time I accelerated much more quickly than before, intent on actually cornering her rather than just playing around for fun. Holly shrieked when she suddenly found me much closer to her than she’d been expecting, and three seconds later I grabbed her around the waist, pushed her face-first straight over to the nearest wall, and then pinned her standing up fully flush against the unyielding surface.

“Gotcha,” I growled into her ear.

“You caught me, big guy. What are you gonna do with me?”

I chuckled rather malevolently, knowing exactly what I was gonna do with her. After all, I hadn’t forgotten Holly’s last words to me:

Personal Slut needs a REAL rectal reaming, Master.

Holding helpless Holly against the hardwood wall, I yanked aside the tiny blue strap of her thong, squatted to get myself lined up, and started cramming my cock straight into her colon. The blue-haired babe squeaked and then squealed in a shrill voice as my swollen shaft suddenly stretched her sphincter. And I reached up to grab the side of her head and keep her pinned in place as I pushed inch after inch of powerful prick deep up her tailpipe.

At least Holly was well-lubricated and had probably been stretched out by a few fingers already, because her asshole readily opened up and accepted my unrelenting blunt object as it swiftly burrowed up her bowels. When there was nothing left to give, my pelvis slammed up against her pert buttcheeks, my forward momentum pushing her pelvis forward to bang into the wall.

And then it banged into the wall again.

And again.

And again.

My Personal Slut screamed as I hammered her heinie standing upright against the unyielding surface. I grabbed her wrists to pin them against the wall above her head, claiming ownership of her ass and giving her a royal reaming.

The nice thing about having Holly in such high heels was that I didn’t need to squat that low to keep a good angle on her asshole. I was able to take full-length lunges and really cornholed the hell out of her while she cried out and shrieked. And when my legs started to burn, I grabbed her around the waist and yanked her legs up, keeping her impaled on my big dick while I rather awkwardly carried her over to the armchairs in my sitting area. And then I sat my own ass down in the nearest chair before sliding my hands up the backs of her thighs to grab her blue heels instead, yanking them over her own shoulders so that her feet waved in the air above us while I planted my feet and drove my dick upwards over and over and over again, skewering the hell out of Holly’s anal chute with every vertical thrust.

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH! HNGH! HNGH!” I grunted over and over and over again.

“UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH! UGH!” she squealed with every heavy plunge, helpless to resist.

Naimh was suddenly kneeling in front of us between my spread legs. She ducked her head to Holly’s crotch, wrapped her lips around her old friend’s love button, and started to powerfully suck.

“NEEVIE! NEEVIE! OHMIGAWD! SO FUCKING GOOD! NEEVIEEEEEEE!!!”

Yanking even further back on Holly’s legs, I slipped my arms around her thighs in a Full Nelson hold while continuing to impale her ass. She was utterly helpless to resist my incessant analization, and my Head Girlfriend’s mouth on her clit was the cherry on top.

“I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!!” Holly howled as she reached her zenith. From within the constrictive confines of her colon, my cock felt every quaking clench of her climax as she spasmed and shuddered in my arms. I felt fresh tension in her legs as she instinctively tried to close them, but I held fast with my arms lest she snap Neevie’s neck between her legs.

And then it was my turn.

“HNGH! HNGH! HNGH! HHNNGGHH!! HHHNNNGGGHHHH!!!” I grunted as I thrust upward one final time and began erupting cataclysmic quantities of creamy cum, really blasting Holly’s bowels with every last drop I had left inside me.

Four down.

Three more to go.

And then inky blackness started to fill in the corners of my vision.

When the room swam back into focus, my Personal Slut’s limp, worn-out body had been lifted off me and parked on my left thigh so that Naimh could slurp out all of my spending. Holly groaned and let her head flop to the side, looking back at me. And with infinite tenderness I reached up with one hand to caress her cheek.

And then I asked, “So what song are you gonna play for me?”

****

“// Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road / Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go / So make the best of this test, and don’t ask why / It’s not a question, but a lesson learned in time / It’s something unpredictable, but in the end, it’s right / I hope you had the time of your life…”

Holly’s voice was an octave higher than Billie Joe Armstrong’s, and much sweeter as well. Her tone didn’t have the same soulful melancholy, and in fact sounded rather upbeat without a hint of spitefulness.

After the girls finished spoon-feeding me breakfast this fine Sunday morning, they brought me into the living room to sit down and chill out rather than jump straight into another orgy. For one thing, my belly was full and I wanted to wallow in my seat, feeling stuffed and in no way prepared yet for high-performance physical activity. For another, we actually didn’t NEED to keep having sex just for the sake of having sex.

Don’t get me wrong: sex was really nice. Sex was great. And sex with seven such gorgeous creatures of youthful femininity was THE BEST.

But sex wasn’t everything.

The BTC had been The BTC well before any of us had started having sex with each other. And while there had always been an element of interpersonal sexual tension between me and the girls (or even Zofi and the girls), that sexual tension had never been the core backbone of our friendships with each other.

Our friendships had been the core backbone of our friendships with each other. And I very much valued spending time together like this - listening to one of my girls show off a newly acquired talent - even if it meant we all kept our clothes on.

I hadn’t noticed upon her arrival yesterday that Holly had brought a guitar case with her, distracted as I was by the somewhat heated “in committee” discussions about Skylar, Isabela, Luna, and even Eva and Sam. Further, the guitar case had gotten stashed in Sam’s bedroom for storage, so I had absolutely no clue it even existed until Sam and Holly had gotten into their little “entertainment” discussion last night. But I was certainly happy now that she’d brought it. For a song meant to be an ode to missed opportunities and wasted lives, the way the beautiful blue-haired girl sang it had me smiling as I slowly bopped my head to the beat.

“// So take the photographs and still frames in your mind / Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time / Tattoos of memories, and dead skin on trial / For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while / It’s something unpredictable, but in the end, it’s right / I hope you had the time of your life…”

Holly’s guitar chords were rudimentary, not playing nearly as many notes as the official album version or anything; she’d only been taking guitar lessons for a few months, after all. But the music was unmistakable as she moved into the lyric-less bridge of the song.

“// It’s something unpredictable, but in the end, it’s right / I hope you had the time of your life…”

As the pretty girl’s melodious voice trailed off at the end, we all let the room fall into silence to enjoy the moment before bursting into applause. Holly grinned, brushed blue-dyed bangs back behind her ear, and then sat up straight to bask in her friends’ adoration, clearly enjoying the moment.

“You’re so good! That was amazing!” Naimh enthused first.

“Wait, how long did you say you’ve been taking lessons again?” Mari inquired. “Three months or three years?”

“You’re amazing, Holly,” Sam agreed.

Alice just stuck her fist out, and Holly giggled before bumping her knuckles.

“That was really cool,” Belle added. “I really liked how… positive that sounded.”

“I really did have the time of my life with all of you,” Holly said with sweet sincerity. “Not everyone knows the ups and downs I’ve been through. But the time from Senior Prom all the way through the end of the summer was basically the happiest of my entire life. And it was all because of this special group of girls.”

“AND one incredibly special guy,” Belle pointed out with a grin.

“Indeed. One incredibly special guy,” Holly agreed with a playful smile.

The blue-haired babe then set her guitar pick on the coffee table and the guitar itself down on the floor, leaning it back against the couch. She then leaned herself into my left side while staring up at me with sparkling hazel eyes, an expression of fond affection on her face that clearly invited a kiss. I was happy to give it to her, hugged her tightly, and then pulled back just far enough to peck her nose and then her forehead before cradling her head to the crook of my neck.

But while I was feeling in a sweetly affectionate mood, Holly apparently had some leftover lust after last night. Swinging a leg over my lap, my blue-haired girlfriend parked herself face-to-face with me, grabbed my head, and crammed her tongue down my throat. I felt her passion promptly increase as she inhaled sharply and clutched my head. And my hands automatically roamed up and down her back, clutching her tightly as if I never wanted to let her go.

“What else can you play?” Alice asked, sliding over to pick up the guitar, running her fingers up and down the strings speculatively.

Holly pulled back from our kiss and shrugged. “Not much. I’m still learning the basics and don’t have a ton of time to practice. I really just memorized that one song all the way through because I wanted to play it for the rest of you. But I’m not good enough yet to just pick up the guitar and start up a melody just by ear or anything like that.”

“Still, that was really cool for only three months,” Sam stated approvingly.

“Meh, how hard can it be,” Alice scoffed with a wink as she reached over to scoop up the guitar pick off the coffee table and then put the guitar into playing position. Squeezing the neck near the top, she started animatedly running the guitar pick across the strings as if she was in a heavy metal band, succeeding only in making similarly heavy metal screeches emanate from the acoustic instrument.

“About that hard,” Belle drawled with a smirk.

Alice laughed as if amusing us all had been the point from the very start. But a few seconds later, she set her jaw with what I recognized to be her “game face”. She studied the frets, plucked at the strings experimentally, and started methodically pinching the frets and empty spaces between the frets to systematically test out the sounds.

I patted Holly’s shoulder, muttering, “Watch this.”

Perhaps her old piano lessons helped, but after less than a minute of simply listening to the sounds and pinching strings, Alice found out by ear how to play a C-note, a G-note, and then an A-note. And although she made a few mistakes here and there along the way and kept having to start over, just a few minutes later she actually figured out by ear how to play the entire Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star melody on one of the strings.

[C, C, G, G, A, A, G… F, F, E, E, D, D, C…]

“Ay, Bee, See, Dee, Eee, Eff, Gee…” Holly started singing along.

“That’s Twinkle, Twinkle,” Belle muttered.

“It’s the same melody,” Mari pointed out. And then she sang in Spanish, “Ah, Bay, Say, Day, Ay, Effay, Hay…”

“Baa, Baa, black sheep, have you any wool?” Naimh chimed in melodiously.

“Aych, Aye, Jay, Kay, Ellemenno-pee,” Alice murmured as she played the next sequence.

“Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full,” Sam sang, joining in.

“Ahchay, Eee, Hota, Kah, Ellay, Emmay, Ennay…” Mari continued.

“Okay that’s definitely the same song,” I remarked.

Alice grinned and stopped playing. Thrusting the guitar at me, she asked, “Wanna give it a shot?”

I pursed my lips, shrugged, and drawled, “Well you just did it. How hard can it be?”

Holly slipped out of my lap back to her seat. I put the guitar into a playing position, tested out the frets, and started strumming. I made some painful shrieks come out of the guitar. And three seconds later, Belle put her hand onto the strings to stop them from vibrating. “About that hard,” she repeated with a cocky grin.

Rather than put on my game face and spend time truly figuring it out, I simply smiled and set down the guitar on the side of the couch, out of the way. Drawing Holly back against my side, I asked her with a wink, “Any other special talents you want to show off?”

Holly mused on that for a moment before answering, “I can make your dick disappear down my throat.”

“Ooh, magic tricks!” Alice exclaimed. “I like magic tricks.”

The rest of us laughed, and for a second it looked like Holly was going to continue with another witty remark. But before she could, the sounds of strings being plucked drew my attention over to the side.

Eva had picked up the guitar, held it comfortably in her lap, and was studying the tuning pegs. One at a time, she plucked the strings while twisting the pegs. And although the strings hadn’t necessarily been that out of tune before, even my untrained ear could hear that Eva was able to tune the guitar better just by listening to it.

“You look like you’ve done that before,” I commented.

The beautiful hapa girl gave me a quick smile before refocusing on her task. And only a few seconds later, she began to play a few chords.

At first, Eva didn’t play any particular melodies. She simply strummed the guitar slowly, getting a feel for it, as it were. But from the comfortable way she held the instrument and the graceful confidence in her left hand as she changed notes to hold the neck in different positions, it was very clear that she’d played guitar before.

“Wait, I know this song…” Mari muttered out of the blue.

I arched an eyebrow and glanced at my angel, curious. It didn’t sound like any particular song I’d heard. Near as I could tell, Eva was just messing around.

“Oh wait… I know it, too,” Holly chimed in a moment later. “The rhythm is off. She’s not trying to play a song. But I know that sequence.”

The rhythm of the notes changed, and all of a sudden, I DID recognize the haunting melody. It seemed to me that Eva had not been intending to play any particular song. Rather, some long-held muscle memory simply started a sequence half-remembered while she closed her eyes and began to play. But now that she realized what she had been doing, she went ahead and started the actual song in earnest.

“Black Balloon,” Belle remarked. “It’s the opening of Black Balloon. Over and over again.”

“The electric guitar part,” Holly confirmed before glancing up at Eva. “But can you play the acoustic melody?”

Eva gave her a rather smug smile.

And then she played.

Minutes earlier, Holly had merely strummed a few chords to accompany her Green Day song. When she later showed me her sheet music, there were only four chords, in fact: G, Cadd9, D, and Em.

Eva did not merely play a few chords. Eva played the song. Like… it sounded just like the album-version of the song, you know what I mean? And in a deep, raspy voice perfectly suited for a rock band, she began to sing.

“// Baby’s black balloon makes her fly / I almost fell into that hole in your life / And you’re not thinking about tomorrow / ‘Cause you were the same as me / But on your knees…”

Eva’s voice crescendoed, as did the urgency and volume of her guitar strumming. Her head bobbed up and down as her right forearm became a blur. Her foot tapped out the beat. And she closed her eyes, really feeling the music as she continued.

“// A thousand other boys could never reach you /  How could I have been the one / I saw the world spin beneath you / And scatter like ice from the spoon / That was your womb…”

“Holy shit she’s good,” Belle breathed.

“Daaaang…” Holly added appreciatively.

“// Comin’ down the world turned over / And angels fall without you there / And I go on as you get colder / Or are you someone’s prayer?”

Eva’s hand strummed powerfully downward, really punctuating the next set of rhythms. The room had otherwise gone completely silent, every girl and I spellbound, almost holding our breaths while watching the typically reticent girl come to life. I’d seen her come out of her shell to really perform a sex act before. As she looked up at me, her blue-contact eyes flaring, I expected to see her embody that same kind of brash, confident persona now.

But her whole vibe felt different.

Confident? Yes. But Eva wasn’t ‘performing’. This wasn’t a persona. It wasn’t an act.

Eva truly lived to do this.

“// You know the lies that they always told you / And the love you never knew / What’s the things they never showed you / That swallowed the light from the sun / Inside your room…”

The rasp in Eva’s deep voice perfectly matched the song, and it was so good that we couldn’t stay silent anymore. The girls started tittering a bit, with Mari elbowing Belle with a ‘Can you believe this?’ kind of look on her face.

“// Comin’ down the world turned over / And angels fall without you there / And I go on as you get colder / Or are you someone’s prayer?”

Holly and Alice were grinning at each other before returning their attention to Eva. Sam and Naimh watched with expressions of marvel on their faces. And I couldn’t help but grin the widest grin I could ever remember grinning as I witnessed a completely different side of Evelynn Ayako Kawatani than I’d ever expected to see, her voice absolutely soaring.

“// And there’s no time left for losin’ / When you stand they fall… / Comin’ down the world turned over / And angels fall without you there / And I go on as you get colder / All because I’m / Comin’ down the years turned over / And angels fall without you there / And I’ll go on to bring you home / All because I’m, All because I’m / And I’ll become… / What you became to me…”

Eva’s eyes closed as she bowed over the guitar. Automatically, her fingers returned back to the haunting melody that both opened and closed the song. But when it was finally over and the room had gone silent again, she took a deep breath, exhaled even more slowly, and finally went still.

The room burst into cheers. Belle was squealing something about how awesome that was. Sam exclaimed her surprise. And Neevie whined that Eva had never told us she could play.

But I was ignoring the girls and their praise. I’d slipped out of my seat and immediately gone to hug Eva.

Because something was very, very wrong.

And as soon as I turned Eva’s face to my chest, she buried her nose against me and sobbed her pretty little heart out.

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