The Big Tits Club: Chapter 48

-- CHAPTER 48: Sam II --

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We had a normal day of school, and then the girls all came over to my house for a regular Friday hangout, orgy, and a movie, and then went home.

Everyone had a good time and got great orgasms, but I never actually fucked Sam. Zofi and Naimh both used Matty Junior on her, but she never got the real deal inside her. After the rest of the girls left and it was just Belle, Sam, and me, Sam made note of that fact.

“It’s a side effect of spending all week with him. Get used to it,” Belle laughed. “As long as you’re living here, you’re gonna be like day-old sushi to him on Fridays.”

Sam made a face, looking genuinely hurt. “Like what, he’s already been fucking me all week, got bored of me, and he’s looking for fresh pussy instead?”

“Try not to think of it like that,” Belle suggested. “For months already, I just realized he always went out of his way to shower extra attention on the other girls knowing that I would be staying overnight. Now since we’re both staying overnight, he’s putting extra focus on the other four. Everything ‘in balance’, right?”

Sam actually smiled and reached out to caress my cheek. “You’re so considerate, Matty.”

I tried to smile but sighed and turned away. I was the only one who knew the truth wasn’t so simple tonight.

Sam still ended up getting fucked later that evening, with me pounding her sweet pussy and blasting my pelvis against her bubble butt from behind while she ate Belle’s succulent snatch. After making the blonde climax on my dick, I almost violently tossed her away and buried myself into Belle’s super-tight twat. Cradling my little Annabelle’s body beneath me, I pummeled her into the mattress before pressing my prick all the way up against her cervical wall and plugging up her womb with all my creamy cum.

Since Sam didn’t go back to her own room afterwards, that turned out to be the first night I got to fall asleep with her in my arms since she’d moved in, although I woke up in the middle of the night and flipped over to spoon myself behind Belle instead.

In the morning I woke up to find Sam sucking on my schlong and we had a pleasant threesome. Belle crooned “out” and had me pull out to fill her gullet with all my sperm, and Matty’s Little Cumslut drank it all down with relish before going home to her dad.

After Belle left, I flopped back onto the couch and started flipping through TV channels. I didn’t actually have any great desire to watch anything; I just wanted to rest and recover before Alice showed up for her regular Saturday morning video gaming session.

Sam came over and snuggled up beside me on the couch, taking hold of my left arm and wrapping it around her body. “What are we watching?”

“I dunno yet. Haven’t found anything interesting.” I flipped aimlessly between Saturday morning cartoons, a baseball game, and SportsCenter. “What would you do on a Saturday morning?”

Sam shrugged. “Saturday mornings were usually my one time of the week to sleep in.”

“Well you could’ve slept in,” I drawled, still flipping channels. “Instead you woke up early and stuck my dick in your mouth.”

Sam giggled and replied, “Well if I hadn’t, Belle would’ve beaten me to it.”

“Oh, so it was a competition sort of thing.”

“Nah. Just a ‘I woke up needing to feel Matty’s dick in my mouth’ sort of thing.” She gave me a beaming smile.

I started to smile back but felt a pang in my heart, took a deep breath, and didn’t reply. Turning my attention back to the TV, I changed the channel again.

Sam reached up, took the remote from my hand to turn off the TV, and then tossed the remote onto the coffee table. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. I sighed, returned the passion of her kiss for a brief moment, and then pulled my head back. Putting on a wry smirk, I asked, “Good lord, woman. Give a guy a rest. I had to satisfy six girls yesterday, you and Belle teamed up on me both last night AND this morning, and Alice will be here in less than an hour.”

Sam smirked. “Sounds like a rather ordinary Friday and Saturday combo for you.”

“Yeah, well, satisfying Belle alone on Friday night takes half as much energy as satisfying both Belle AND you.”

Sam sighed. “Well, I suppose I should let you rest up for Alice and all. I mean, I’ve got errands to run and my truck is due for an oil change.”

“Go for it. I don’t plan to leave this seat until Alice gets here. I need all the rest I can get.”

“Or…” Sam’s eyebrows waggled. “I let you and Alice partner up to dominate me on Tuesday. Maybe this morning WE can partner up and dominate her.”

I snorted. “Alice doesn’t have your affinity for being blindfolded and handcuffed. On the other hand, I suppose I could sit back and watch you try. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a good catfight.”

“Meow…” Sam bared her teeth and hooked her right hand into a claw. It was pretty hot. I chuckled at her, and a moment later she crawled back into my lap and started a new makeout session.

Good lord I loved kissing this woman, but once again I broke the liplock and sighed, “I’m serious. I need my rest.”

“Fine,” Sam conceded with a sigh. She dismounted my lap and got up. I immediately reached forward and grabbed the TV remote. Moments later, the screen flared back to life.

I heard her start walking out of the room. I also heard her stop walking, and could picture in my mind’s eye the way she was looking back at me thoughtfully. I felt the urge to switch the TV back off, turn around, and invite such an incredible woman back into my lap so I could seal my lips over hers and never let go. But I resisted that urge, took a deep breath, and kept flipping channels.

And in the end, I heard Sam walk away and head up the stairs to her own room.

****

The bell rang, and when I opened the door, I was immediately struck by how insanely hot my Korean friend looked this morning. Today she wore a purple muscle tank top designed to look as if it had been painted on, with jagged Korean lettering that I couldn’t read across the chest. She also wore black spandex arm sleeves and her ever-present Golden State Warriors trucker hat. Below the waist, she wore what looked like black bikini bottoms and skintight black thigh-high leg warmers that left her ankles bare and really showed off the form of her athletically toned legs. Black low-top Chuck Taylors completed the look.

“Aww, no naked blonde kneeling on the floor this time?” Alice mock complained as she sauntered into the house.

“Still here,” Sam called as she came down the stairs. “I can get naked and kneeling pretty fast if you’d like.”

Alice laughed and waved her off, holding up a CD jewel case for DOA2. “I actually DO want to play video games today. You’re welcome to join in. Big-titted babes wearing revealing clothing trying to kick the crap out of each other.”

Sam laughed and turned her right hand into a claw. “Meow.”

I snorted immediately. Alice gave me a funny look, to which I replied, “I’ll explain later.”

Sam shrugged and said, “I’ll give it a shot.”

Twenty minutes later, I sighed and drawled, “It’s official. We finally found something Sam’s not good at. I think it’s time you went and got that oil change.”

“I can do this,” Sam growled in obvious frustration.

“It’s only been twenty minutes,” Alice reasoned with me. “And you’re not taking it easy on her.”

“She hasn’t beaten you, either.”

“Nor would I expect a newb to seriously challenge the Empress of Planet Playstation,” Alice chuckled. “If she wants, let her practice against the computer sometime.”

“No, no,” Sam sighed, setting down the controller. “I just started doing this to hang out with you guys. I don’t think I’m ever going to be the kind of girl to play by myself.”

“Maybe we should switch to something you’re actually good at,” Alice proposed. “Like stuffing Matty’s dick in your mouth.”

Sam pretended to muse on that. “She has a good point. I AM much better at giving blowjobs than playing video games. Proper resource management would suggest allocating human capital to their fields of expertise.”

“I’d tend to agree,” Alice added cheerfully.

“We haven’t actually gotten a chance to play yet,” I complained to Alice before turning back to Sam. “Alice and I have spent all our time trying to teach you.”

Sam blinked, her good mood evaporating. “You actually want to play the video game?”

I gestured back and forth between Alice and me. “That’s why we meet up like this every Saturday. I mean… yeah, we end up fucking each other’s brains out eventually, but this is our gaming time.” And I added a look that wordlessly suggested, And you’re crashing it right now.

“Oh… well…” Sam fumbled for a moment, surprised by my expression.

“Hey, nobody’s kicking you out,” Alice said gently while shooting me a hard look. “You’re welcome to stay and play with us.”

“No, no, I get it,” Sam said immediately as she stood up. “I do have a bunch of errands to run and my truck is due for an oil change.”

“An oil change can wait.”

“Really, I don’t want to get between you two.”

Alice giggled. “So long as your tongue is on my clit I’m perfectly happy for you to get between us.”

Sam cracked a grin at that. “Another time, perhaps. Matty obviously wants to play with you one-on-one this morning. I’ll catch you guys later.” With that, Sam waved goodbye and headed for the front door.

A minute later, she was gone, and Alice turned to me with an accusing glare. “What was THAT about?

I blinked. “What was what about?”

“Did something happen between you and Sam I don’t know about?”

“What? No. I’m serious, I wanted to game with you today.”

Alice gestured up and down her scantily-clad body and drawled, “I’m dressed like this and you want to play video games instead of have a threesome with that big-titted blonde who just walked out the door?”

“I happen to LIKE playing video games with you, remember? As for the big-titted blonde, she was here yesterday afternoon, last night, AND this morning.”

Alice blinked at me and frowned. “Are you like… getting sick of Sam living with you or something?”

“What? No, of course not.”

Alice mused on that. “I mean, you did seem to spend the least amount of time with her compared to all the other BTC girls for the last few months. Now all of a sudden she’s here 24/7 and fucking your brains out each and every day from what I can tell. So… I guess it makes sense that you’re getting sick of her.”

“I’m NOT getting sick of Sam being around. She has errands to run, I want to play video games, and I just don’t really have the patience to keep trying to teach her right now, alright?”

Alice shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I say so. Now c’mon. Let’s re-start the game.”

****

For once, I really did want to play video games more than I wanted to have sex, while Alice seemed ready to start the “post-game activities” ten minutes after Sam left. We compromised by stripping off Alice’s tank top, bra, and bikini-cut bottoms. The arm sleeves and thigh-highs remained, as did her Chuck Taylors and the trucker hat. The Korean hottie wound up impaled on my upright prick, just sort of slowly gyrating her tight pussy around my upright pole while we continued battling each other. I rather enjoyed how the more intense the fight on-screen became, the more she clenched her inner muscles around me.

An hour and a half later, Sam opened the door and came inside while Alice and I were still slumped together across the family room couch, panting in the afterglow. We hadn’t fucked that entire time, just the one round at the beginning and the one round we’d finished just now, separated by more gaming. In fact, my shorts were still around my left ankle and Alice had never undressed any further either.

“Hey guys. Need me to clean out a creampie?” Sam asked rather eagerly as she came into the family room.

Alice made a face and apologized, “Sorry. I titty-fucked the first load out for a pearl necklace, which is long-gone by now. And I swallowed the one he just blew.”

“No worries.” Sam chuckled and waved us off, like it was no big deal.

But I’d seen the look of disappointment on her face before her façade came up.

I felt a brief pang of guilt, but swallowed it and turned my focus to Alice. Drawing my best friend into a hot kiss, I let her passion overwhelm my remorse, and by the time we separated to breathe, Sam had already left the room.

After Alice and I cleaned up and got dressed, Alice went to find Sam and invited her out to lunch with us. The three of us grabbed some food at a nearby strip mall that had plentiful shaded tables in a nice courtyard and we had a pleasant conversation. But after the meal was over, I asked Alice to drop Sam off back at home as I had some of my own errands to run.

In theory, dinner would have just been between me and Sam since Belle had weekend dinners with her dad and Mother was always out, but on Friday I had talked to Mari and asked her out on a “date”. I picked her up from her house, spoke to her parents for about fifteen minutes, and then we headed out to a nice restaurant. I wined and dined my luscious Latina, giving her my undivided attention and focus in a way I could never do with five other BTC girls around. Meanwhile, Sam worked it out to go have dinner with Zofi’s family.

Sam’s SUV was back in the driveway before Mari and I returned, but after having a pleasant evening with my angel I wanted to continue giving her my undivided attention and focus. We’d even arranged with Belle to stay home tonight rather than join us, weekend or not. Belle, of course, was more than happy to let her bestie have me all to herself for a night. I carried Mari bridal-style up the stairs and into my bedroom, shutting it and locking the door. And the door remained locked even after Mari’s and my cries of passion died out.

That night marked the first time since she’d moved in that Sam DIDN’T join me in bed (in this case, she couldn’t join me).

Mari and I woke up fairly early and had a morning quickie. We headed downstairs before Mother had even started on brunch, and Mother informed me that Belle and Sam had gone out for their Sunday morning run but had not yet returned.

By now, the standard Sunday itinerary had been for the girls to have their long run, brunch with Mother, and then a mid-day threesome. I sort of blew that up this day because after dropping off Mari back home, I called up Naimh and asked if she could meet up with me before the girls returned.

The horny freckled redhead was of course happy to hook up, and we met in a grocery store parking lot so she could hop in my van and we could take an impromptu drive out to the Bay. We wound up at Coyote Point Recreation Area, hiking along the coastline and watching airplanes land at San Francisco airport.

We also found an out of the way place to park on an unused service road by the marina, lowered the van’s back seats, and got jiggy with it. Naimh and I wound up getting dinner together as well, and when I returned her to grocery store parking lot, she gave me a sweet and tender kiss, thanking her “non-boyfriend” for the impromptu date.

Sam was already in her room studying when I got back, and we fell asleep in our own beds. This time, my bedroom door remained unlocked. But Sam still didn’t come join me in bed, and I woke up Monday morning alone. Of course, she wasn’t supposed to come slip into my bed, and had even stated that she wouldn’t do it anymore (although obviously, she had continued for a least a little bit). Still, I found that I missed her presence, and spent a long several minutes gently rubbing my palm over the empty space on pillow beside me where her head would have been.

At breakfast, Sam was uncharacteristically cold. I felt bad, recognizing that she’d probably gotten used to a certain level of intimacy with me over the past week and could perhaps even feel a little rejected the way I’d been treating her this past weekend. I was reminded of my own feelings around that period when Sam always seemed busy doing other things that culminated in me freaking out that she’d gone on a date with another guy. In this case, I actually HAD gone on a date with another girl.

But while I could see that I was hurting her, I knew I was doing what I needed to do. And that resolve kept me going.

Otherwise, Monday felt routine. We went to school, and Sam acted completely normally with me, so I started to feel better that I wasn’t traumatizing her or anything. She drove herself to school planning to take care of “stuff”, whatever that might be. Meanwhile, Naimh came over in the afternoon to pick up right where we’d left off Sunday afternoon, and to my surprise, Zofi came with her - her dance class had gotten cancelled when the teacher was sick.

Naimh and Zofi together always made for a really fun pairing. The nympho redhead Anal Queen of the BTC of course wanted me to leave a massive load deep within the darkest depths of her bowels, and Zofi came pretty spectacularly with Naimh fingerbanging her wet box while simultaneously giving the lissome brunette a rimjob. It was enough to let me believe Zofi might actually let me in her backdoor someday. But even that pleasant thought could only distract me for so long, and after the pair of them went home, I found myself wondering where Sam was and what she was doing.

She came home eventually of course. Mother also came home early, Belle and her dad came over as well, and the five of us had dinner together. After the meal wrapped up, Sam went into her room to study (AP Exams were coming up the first week of May), and we fell asleep in our own beds.

I woke up Tuesday morning alone as well.

At least Sam wasn’t uncharacteristically cold. She was pleasant enough, held my arm walking between our shared first and second periods, and treated me much the same way she’d always treated me before she’d moved into my house.

But every now and again I’d catch her staring at me, a hurt expression in her eyes. Of course, the instant I looked up at her, her mask slammed down over her true face like a brick wall, and everything would go right back to normal. I tried not to let it bother me. I tried to keep my focus on what I believed to be the greater good. At least from the way everyone acted around us, I figured that nobody else had noticed Sam’s little looks.

But I figured wrong.

****

Alice came over Tuesday afternoon and met me with a casual fist bump. She was still dressed in her school clothes and nonchalantly sauntered into the family room. It was clear that sex was not at the forefront of her mind, which was just as well because I wasn’t particularly in the mood myself.

Dropping her backpack, Alice scrutinized my face for a moment before declaring, “I think we need to fire up DOA2 first. Neither of us looks in any condition to start doing homework.”

“You read my mind,” I said with a sigh and flopped heavily onto the couch. Alice turned on the console and then handed me a controller.

Minutes later, both of us were button mashing while watching big-titted babes wearing revealing clothing try to kick the crap out of each other. And then something odd happened.

I mean, I’d played the video game enough times that you’d think it wouldn’t have such a titillating effect on me. And I’d had sex with real, living big-titted babes enough times that the poorly-rendered 3D model video game vixens shouldn’t be able to get a rise out of me. And yet, watching Ayane and Tina Armstrong just sort of jiggle around in their fighting stances somehow got me to pop a woody in my shorts.

Alice glanced over a couple of minutes later and noticed the tent when I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. With a smirk, she drawled, “Is that your way of saying it’s time to turn off the game?”

“Sorry. Thing’s got a mind of its own today.”

“When’s the last time you came?”

I arched an eyebrow, not expecting such a direct question. But with the game paused on the character select screen, Alice kept staring at me, clearly waiting for an answer.

“Yesterday, with Neevie and Zofi,” I finally confirmed. “Why?”

“I thought you said Sam kept slipping into your bed every morning.”

“That was last week.”

“She’s not doing it anymore?”

I shrugged. “She said she’d stop, and she stopped.”

Setting the controller aside, Alice slipped off the couch, knelt in front of me, and reached for my waistband.

“Whoa, whoa. I wasn’t asking you to like service me or anything.”

“I know you weren’t. But the idea’s in my head now.”

I let Alice pull down my shorts, reveal my throbbing erection waving upward like a reed in the wind, and then swiftly swallow half of it at once. She hummed as she sucked, using her right hand to twist around the exposed inches while bobbing her head up and down in my lap while I set the controller down and slumped spinelessly against the backrest.

A minute later though, Alice popped off my prick and used both hands to stroke my joystick. “So what IS going on with you and Sam right now? You two were getting so lovey-dovey last week, and then there was that really odd Saturday morning when you practically kicked her out of the house.”

I frowned and muttered defensively, “I didn’t kick her out of the house.”

Alice took a lollipop lick at my knob and remarked, “You pretty much kicked her out of the house saying you’d rather play video games with me.”

“I DID want to play video games with you. I LIKE playing video games with you.”

“Over and above having a big-titted blonde cramming your big dick up her asshole?”

“There’s a time and place for everything.”

Alice frowned, took another long lick at my dick and bobbed her head up and down for a minute. But after pulling off and sighing in frustration, she finally stood up and started peeling her jeans and panties off. I was confused. Her facial expression was one of annoyance but she was clearly getting herself naked for the explicit purpose of sex, and less than a minute later the Korean babe settled her knees to either side of my hips and slowly lowered herself down around my upright shaft.

“That’s better,” Alice pronounced. “Couldn’t continue the conversation with my mouth full.”

“Belle does this a lot.”

“I’ll bet.” Alice smirked and clenched her pussy muscles around my prick, giving it a welcoming hug. “Now where were we?”

“You were gonna spin around reverse-cowgirl so we can keep playing?” I ventured.

Alice shot me a look and shook her head. “How in the world are you getting sick of Sam? Did she like… become clingy or something?”

“What? No. I just told you she’s not slipping into my bed every morning anymore. She spends her evenings studying in her room. Yesterday she was gone all afternoon and we only saw each other at dinnertime. She’s definitely not clingy.”

“Then what is it? You just used to having this big house all to yourself and now that you’ve got a semi-permanent houseguest you’re feeling an invasion of your private domain?”

“No, not at all. I’ve never been territorial about this place. I mean, you’re welcome to move in if you want.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m not getting sick of Sam.”

Alice gave me a more serious look. “Then what IS it?”

I sighed and shook my head. The topic of conversation wasn’t exactly arousing, but Alice’s tight snatch was still wrapped around my shaft and she undulated her body enough to keep Mr. Happy interested. A moment later, she reached underneath the back of her t-shirt, unsnapped her bra, and then removed both articles to leave herself completely naked in my lap.

My eyes quickly popped open wide at the sight of her large, firm melons, and my tongue slid across my upper lip in anticipation of suckling on a pink teat. But Alice quickly covered up both breasts with her hands.

“Not until you tell me the truth,” she admonished.

“Weaponizing your assets? What have you done with the real Alice?” I marveled in surprise, playfully darting my head down left and right trying to get around her hands.

“I’m learning,” she enthused with a smirk, dodging me by shifting her torso around. The net effect was that she had to really work her ab muscles, which ultimately squeezed my dick that much more pleasantly.

I sighed and leaned back. “There’s really nothing fancy going on. Belle said it best: I’m keeping the BTC ‘in balance’. Sam and I literally had sex every single day from her moving in on Sunday night until a Saturday morning threesome with Belle. That’s not balanced. I did the same thing on Fridays to pay extra attention to the rest of you knowing Belle would be staying overnight and I could make it up to her later.”

“So you kicked her out of the house so you could focus on me?” Alice set her hands on my shoulders and cocked her head to the side. Her tits were now undefended, but I’d stopped trying to get my mouth around them.

“Well, she WAS distracting us from our gaming session together.”

“Maybe. But then, she could’ve watched us for a while and then joined in when we started fucking. I mean, I was already thinking about you kneeling here in front of the couch pounding my pussy while she sat next to us so I could suck on her fat nipples.”

“But I’d feel obligated to service her too. The way it worked out, you got all of my focus.”

“I suppose that makes sense… IF it’s the entire truth.” Alice read my eyes. “And even if it is, this isn’t something you’ve cooperatively agreed on with her. From my angle, it looks like you unilaterally decided to just push her aside and she’s not happy about it.”

I winced. “It’s not that I like pushing her aside, but it’s what’s best for the BTC. I did the same thing when Belle got a little too clingy.”

“So you think Sam IS getting clingy.”

“No, sorry, let’s not get the two of them mixed up. Sam’s not being clingy, but she is… around… and I want to nip things in the bud before feelings get hurt.”

“Then why haven’t you just SAID that to her? I see the little looks she gives you, and I’m not the only one. If you said plainly that you’re just trying to keep everyone ‘in balance’, I think she’d agree with you and would stop feeling so rejected.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Of course I am. Alice is always right.”

I snorted and rolled my eyes just before she took my head and gave me a quick kiss. Clenching her inner muscles around me, Alice wrapped her arms around my neck and shifted forward, bringing her big bosoms right up against my face. I happily noshed on a proffered teat, teasing the eraser-sized nub with the tip of my tongue before sucking in a good chunk of titflesh and inhaling deeply.

But before we really got going, Alice bopped me on the head. “Talk to her. Tonight.”

Still with a mouthful of mammary material, I nodded my agreement.

And then she started riding me.

****

Sam didn’t come home for dinner, so I went over to Belle’s and ate with her and her dad. I was in my bedroom just after 7pm when I heard her come in, walk straight down the hall, and go into the guest room without stopping. Moments later, the door closed.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my own book and went over to her room. I knocked, announced myself, and when she answered, “Come in,” I opened the door and went inside.

Wordlessly, I rolled back Sam’s chair away from her folding table/desk. She looked up at me in surprise but didn’t resist as I took her head in my hands and bent over to give her a sweet kiss. She whimpered just a bit into my mouth before wrapping her arms around my shoulders and returning my kiss with fervent passion. A moment later, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her over to the bed, where I sat down on the edge while the gorgeous blonde remained side-ways in my lap as we continued to make out.

Eventually, though, we had to break for air. Her eyes were a little hollow, and I noticed the way her dark roots were coming in; she was probably due for a fresh dye-job. Overall, she looked a little haggard, and while I knew her current state of distress was probably due far more to her estrangement from her parents, I couldn’t help but believe my own recent detachment had something to do with it as well.

“I’m sorry,” I stated apologetically. “I’ve been neglecting you.”

Sam searched my eyes, took a deep breath, and gave me a measured look. “I think I understand why.”

Panic set in. Did she really understand? Did she really know the truth?

“I had dinner with Zofi today and we talked about it. I mean, I wish you’d just told me instead of cutting me off without warning, but I get it. You and I were getting a little too close together and out of balance, so you pulled back. It’s just like Belle said about you not paying me or her much attention on Friday so you could focus on the other four.”

I blinked and sighed in relief. “Yeah, exactly,” I stated firmly. “Alice and I talked about it too. I mean, I’m sorry for not discussing it with you first. I didn’t mean… I mean I didn’t realize… I…” I sighed. “I have no real excuse. I should’ve just said something right from the start instead of kicking you out of the house on Saturday.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “Or just up and disappearing Sunday without a word to go have a date with Neevie.”

I pursed my lips. “Alice was here Saturday morning, I had scheduled an overnight with Mari, and Belle was obviously already here Friday. Zofi actually doesn’t seem to mind getting less of my attention, but I figured Neevie would appreciate it.”

“You’re trying to keep the BTC ‘in balance’, a balance I upset a little bit by moving in here with you.”

“Exactly,” I agreed with a strained smile. “But I can tell it still hurts you.”

“The lack of communication hurt me. I didn’t understand why.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve said something sooner.”

“Yes, you should have. But that’s alright. You’re here now, and I for one have been getting pretty antsy.” Sam squirmed in my lap and tightened her grip around my neck. She leaned in and nuzzled her nose against mine, saying, “Do you realize I haven’t had you inside me since Saturday morning? That’s almost four days.”

I blinked. “You used to go four days without me all the time, if not longer.”

“Yeah, well, that was when I was living with my parents. It’s different knowing you’re right down the hall. So when I’m feeling stressed and could really use a big ‘O’ to unwind, it’s just so fuckin’ tempting to knock on your door and ask Master to bend Tight-Ass Slut over and give her a good reaming.”

I suddenly grabbed a bunch of hair at the back of Sam’s head, jerking on it roughly. “Does Tight-Ass Slut need a good reaming now?”

“Yes, Master. Please, Master. I haven’t felt you inside me for an eternity.”

Tight-Ass Slut ended up having to wait an eternity and then some more. Master used and abused Tight-Ass Slut that evening, treating her like his personal plaything devoid of emotional attachment and easily discarded.

Tight-Ass Slut had to feel Master’s dick entering and re-entering her throat over and over again while she lay back across her own bed with her head hanging over the edge. Master fucked Tight-Ass Slut’s face, reveling in the sight of his cockhead denting her throat from the inside.

An eternity finally ended when Master bent Tight-Ass Slut over the foot of her bed and slammed his sausage deep into her sweet snatch. He pinned her head down with his left hand and trapped her left arm against her lower back with his right hand while ordering Tight-Ass Slut to finger her own pussy until she screamed in unholy orgasm.

Then, since Tight-Ass Slut did not have the foresight to keep a bottle of lube in her room, Tight-Ass Slut had to endure Master’s cock filling Tight-Ass Slut’s tight ass with nothing but her own girlcum on Master’s dick to assist with entry. And Tight-Ass Slut howled in agonizing ecstasy, finding her blissful relief only when Master roared in victorious conquest as he crammed the busty blonde’s colon full of all his creamy cum.

I left Sam sweaty and semi-conscious on her bed, leaking sperm from her gaping anus that dribbled down her perineum and coated her red-worn labia. Her eyes were closed but she was grinning with satisfaction, looking so disheveled but gorgeous that I couldn’t help kissing her cheek tenderly before leaving the room to go clean myself up.

I felt better, and Sam apparently felt better as well. Whatever else might be going on between us emotionally, the orgasms had certainly relieved pent-up pressure for both of us. We seemed to be on the same page now regarding keeping the BTC ‘in balance’. And with the sex part now out of the way, I figured we’d be fine. I figured she’d go to sleep in her room, I’d go to sleep in mine, and I’d wake up alone.

Again, I figured wrong.

****

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 pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I had no idea when Sam had come to join me in my bed. She could’ve arrived immediately after I’d fallen asleep or slipped in less than an hour ago. I didn’t know, but unlike previous mornings, I found that I actually cared. What had changed in her mind to cause her to return to slipping into bed with me when she’d explicitly stated she wouldn’t do it anymore? Was she not mad at me anymore for skipping out on her and Belle Sunday to spend the day with Naimh? Was it that she couldn’t fall asleep in the guest room and came over to my room in order to fall asleep safe and content in my arms? Did she awake in the middle of the night feeling lonely and then come to join me?

Was it just about physical comfort?

Or was there something more?

I wanted nothing more than to gently stroke her body, titillate her senses, and tease her flower petals open. I wanted nothing more than to have her wake up to the sensations of my big dick suddenly invading her pussy from behind.

Except, well… that was a lie.

I DID want more than that, and the reasons why I wanted more than that stopped me from stroking, titillating, or teasing. Instead, I found myself gazing down at her lovely face as she slept. I tried to memorize the serenity of her features, unguarded and unmasked, so that I could remember the sight of her beauty forever.

I don’t know if she could feel my gaze or not. Perhaps she subconsciously realized I wasn’t palming her naked breast anymore. Whatever the reason, Sam slowly woke up, her eyelids blinking like butterfly wings alternating between slow and fast upon landing on a flower, and then finally going still in a completely open position. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, and it felt like she could see straight into my soul. Wordlessly, she kissed me and kissed me and KISSED me until rolling me onto my back. She’d shifted slightly, removing her panties before swinging a leg over my hips and straddling me. Still silent, she removed her nightie, smiled at my sharp inhalation at the revelation of her naked beauty, and then sank herself down around my flagpole prick.

Sam fucked me in a way I’d come to recognize as her way of focusing on my pleasure without worrying about her own. Part of me wanted to let her, but part of me didn’t, for the same reasons why I’d been holding myself back all weekend. Because that whole bit about wanting to keep the BTC ‘in balance’ as the reason for me pushing her away the past few days was utter bullshit. I mean, it sounded good, and made more logical sense than the idea that I was somehow getting sick of Sam. Even Zofi and Sam herself had independently come to that conclusion. It made sense.

At least, it made more sense than the REAL reason I’d been pushing her away since Friday afternoon.

The reason why I needed to push her away now as well.

With how hard she was riding me and how expertly she worked her milkmaid muscles around my imbedded cock, she should’ve gotten me off fairly quickly. But I was resisting her, trying to bottle up my emotions and in the process shunting away the pleasure. At some point, she realized my hands on her hips weren’t helping her fuck me, but rather holding her in place to prevent her from humping. And when she realized that, she came to a stop and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” I muttered with a grimace, desperately holding my orgasm at bay.

“Why are you stopping me?”

“I… I can’t do this,” I rasped, my throat feeling thick and swollen to the point I could barely breathe. “I don’t want this.”

That comment brought her up short. “Don’t want what? Don’t want to have sex right now?”

I clenched my eyes shut for just a moment and then gave her a mournful look.

“Look, I get the whole thing about keeping the BTC ‘in balance’. But this is different. Wanting to spend more time focusing on the others is one thing, but stopping me from making love to you right here and now? Something else is wrong. Is it me?”

My mournful look turned into an apologetic look.

“You don’t want ME?” Sam looked astonished. She sat back a bit, still impaled, but our intimate joining was now completely forgotten. She blinked several times, shaking her head, and stared off to the side for a moment.

Pursing her lips, she abruptly brought her attention right back to me. “It’s Belle, isn’t it? You two had your Happily Ever After, riding off into the sunset to Berkeley together, and then I had to show up and crash your party. Is that it? You’re in love with Belle, and I’m fucking things up.”

“What? No, nothing like that,” I insisted. And with absolute certainty, I stated, “I’m not in love with Belle.”

“Neevie then. You’ve always been in love with her. Fuck, I should’ve seen it when you bailed on Sunday to take her out on that spontaneous date. I’m such a fucking idiot. I mean, the two of you talked a good game about being okay with your friends-with-benefits relationship, but deep down you’ve always wanted each other and now here I am, moving in and spending all this time with you and she’s secretly jealous so you--”

“It’s not Neevie,” I interrupted. “I’m not in love with Neevie.”

“Then what?”

I rubbed my face with both hands and sat up. There were tears in Sam’s eyes, tears that I knew were there because of me. It broke my heart to see them, and I started to reach for her face to brush the tears away but at the last second stilled my hand.

“It’s ME? Just me?” she was practically sobbing now. She grabbed my hand and brought it to her cheek. “Am I not good enough for you? Is Aphrodite not what you want? Does Tight-Ass Slut not make you happy anymore?”

“Good lord, Sam, no, it’s not that.” Feeling frustrated myself, I pulled our chests together and rolled us both over to our sides. We managed to not get disengaged, and pulled both of her legs up and over my hips so that I could grind my pelvis down on her clit. “Aphrodite is AMAZING. And Tight-Ass Slut makes Master VERY happy.”

She reacted to the pleasure immediately, gasping and clutching me close. I fucked her hard and I fucked her fast, surrendering to my emotions for a brief minute or two as if I could express my true feelings for this gorgeous creature with so simple a gesture. But I burned out really fast and came to stop, leaning into her with all my weight.

No longer finding an outlet through physical thrusting, my emotions surged up inside of me, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on capping the well before it exploded like a geyser. The emotions, you see, not a geyser of jism. Actually, thinking of it in such purely physical terms helped. Gallons of sperm flowing out of fire hydrants and all. And with the idea of just coldly fucking her the way I’d done to her last night, not “making love”, I started my in-and-out thrusting once more.

“Matty, what’s going on?”

I didn’t respond verbally. I bent down and captured her lips with mine. I speared my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with every ounce of fervent passion I could muster. She whimpered and kissed me back, my obvious lust washing away her anxiety. And only after we’d been making out for a few minutes did I finally pull back and speak.

“Fuck me, Sam.” I stared down at her with fire in my eyes. “Fuck me.”

Her eyes said she didn’t understand, but her body reacted to the pleasure. I bent down and kissed her again while she humped herself beneath me. We formed a perfect harmony, the undulations of her curves matching my powerful thrusts. It wouldn’t take long for either of us. I pounded away at her pussy while she clutched and groaned beneath me. I bared my teeth and lightly bit her shoulder. Her wonderfully massive melons wobbled against my chest as I thundered down the final stretch, hammering her with full-length lunges.

“Matty… Matty… Matty…” the big-titted blonde whimpered as she approached her apex. “I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum for me, baby,” I urged. “Cum…”

“Matty! Matty! I’m gonna! UUUUUUNNNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!”

I switched from long lunges to short staccato thrusts, pounding her pussy and crashing against her clit over and over again to maximize her pleasure. In the process, I also found mine, and with one final lunge, I rammed myself all the way into the hilt and held that position as emptied everything I had inside my body into hers.

And that’s when the first hot tear splashed down from my face to land on her cheek.

And then another.

And another.

“Matty?” Sam asked hesitantly. “What’s going on? Good lord, Matty, you’re crying.”

A few more hot tears left my cheeks and dripped downward.

“Matty, look at me,” Sam urged, stroking my spine. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

I sighed and opened my eyes. The instant I did, I automatically brushed her long platinum-blonde bangs back from her forehead and muttered, “Good freaking lord, you’re beautiful.”

Sam blushed, a little embarrassed by the out-of-left-field compliment. “Matty…”

I tried to stifle the tears falling from my eyes to no avail. I shook my head and sighed. “How did you ever manage to do this for months on end? It’s only been a few days and already I’m breaking.”

Sam blinked, obviously confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I know this isn’t what you want,” I continued. “I didn’t mean for it to turn out this way; it just sorta… turned out this way.”

“WHAT turned out this way?”

“Me, holding back.”

“We talked about this keeping the BTC ‘in balance’.”

I shook my head. “This isn’t about balance.”

“Then what IS it about.”

“Me trying and failing to emotionally withdraw from you.”

Sam frowned. “You’re trying to emotionally withdraw from me?”

“Well YOU did it first.”

“Me?”

“Haven’t you? For months already?”

“What are you TALKING about?”

“That night… No, it was morning. Friday morning. I tried to wake you up by pushing myself into you but you woke up first and ended up on top of me. You weren’t even fucking me – we were just making out and then suddenly I came, remember?”

Sam gave me a wry grin. “Yes, I was there.”

“You’re just so… so… You’re beautiful.”

“You said that already.” She smiled. “Not that I mind you saying it again.”

I shook my head. “It’s more than physical beauty. I actually meant to compliment your soul, if that makes any sense.”

She looked confused. “Not really. My soul?”

I experimented with other phrases, trying to find the right one. “Your heart. Your inner nature. Your true self - yes, that’s it. Your true self. When the mask falls away and your true face is revealed.”

Sam chuckled and shook her head. “I’m not following you.”

“‘Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,’” I quoted, almost to myself.

“What?”

I took a deep breath, realizing how much I was rambling. My brain felt like it had turned to jello, as if I’d blown its entire infrastructure out through my penis a minute earlier. Struggling to make sense of my jumbled thoughts, I turned and stared out into the middle distance as I tried to explain, “It’s easy to feel ‘in love’ when everything is going well. When life is untroubled and there’s plenty of time and space for passion and lust, a relationship feels easy. But it’s when things aren’t going so well, when you’re sad or frustrated or… or when you hear your girlfriend scream another man’s name while you’re having sex… that’s when you find out what real love is.”

I paused and looked back down at her.

“When I was feeling at my worst, you were there for me. I went off walking by myself, and you pulled over and walked with me. That same night, you called your mom and told her you needed to stay with me instead of going home. Then, the morning after the big fight in Santa Cruz and everyone was packing up and getting ready to leave, you went out of your way to give me a blowjob just to make me feel better.” I bent down and gently kissed her. “I don’t think I ever properly said thank you.”

Sam smiled, her eyes twinkling. “I distinctly remember you saying ‘thank you’ after the Santa Cruz blowjob.”

“But I never told you before how much I really appreciated it - being there for me after the whole thing went down with Neevie more than the blowjob, at least. That’s just your nature. Even before we started having sex, I can think of a half-dozen times off the top of my head when you cleared time out of your busy schedule just to be there for me. Second semester junior year when I had that freak-out over not having all of my U.S. History memorized before the final. You stayed with me until like eleven at night drilling me instead of worrying about your own finals.”

She shrugged. “I knew I’d ace mine and wanted to make sure you aced yours.”

“Sophomore year just before Christmas, I had an emotional breakdown over feeling like an orphan. You spent like three hours reminding me how much my friends cared about me. I still vividly remember the way you set your forehead against mine and just sort of… hummed… while hugging me. It made me feel so much better.”

Sam smiled. “I remember that day too.”

“And it’s not even just about me.” I paused and grinned. “I remember Zofi being appreciative for you spending a whole day following us around San Francisco taking photos for her Roman Holiday date. You have this crazy jam-packed schedule and sometimes it feels like you’re never around. But when something’s important – when it really matters for you to be there – you drop everything to truly be there. That’s special.”

Sam blushed. “I really don’t think it’s such a big deal. Any friend would do so.”

I shook my head. “YOU were there for me when I needed you most. It’s easy for a friend to come hang out when everything is going great and then disappear when things get tough. You’re absent when I don’t really need you around, and that’s fine, because when I DO need you around, you’re there.”

“YOU’RE the one who’s here for ME right now.”

“And I’m super glad you came here in your time of need.”

“Well, with anybody else I’d be imposing. You DO have a spare guest room. And of course your mum is super-cool.”

“She did turn out to be super-cool, I’ll admit.” I arched an eyebrow. “But are you saying that if, say, Alice had a spare bedroom, you’d have shown up on her doorstep that night?”

“Well… no…” Sam blushed and gave me a coy look, the one that told me I was super-special to her even though she didn’t really want to admit it.

That idea that I was as super-special to her as she was to me gave me hope. It made me say what I said next. I still hesitated – I knew what this confession might mean, knew how much harm it could do, and some truths are best left unsaid. But I still said it anyway. Maybe things would work out well. Maybe I would not only NOT fuck up our friendship, but a new door might open for us.

So I took a deep breath and confessed, “You are the most amazing young woman I’ve ever met, bar none. I respect your drive and determination. There’s not a single ounce of laziness in your entire body, and that’s a little intimidating, actually. You’re intelligent, and kind, and of course unspeakably gorgeous – especially now, naked and wonderfully flushed in the afterglow.”

Sam started to look worried. “Where are you going with this?”

“Neevie’s plan worked.”

Sam frowned. “You’re not making any sense.”

“Her little round robin to have each of you date me for a week and see how things went. Now I realize we didn’t plan this, and in fact you specifically said you weren’t going to take a Girlfriend of the Week slot. But then this thing with your parents happened, you’ve now lived me with me for more than a week, and look at where we are. Turns out that you actually got your Girlfriend of the Week slot.” Our two bodies were still intimately joined together, and I bent down to kiss her quickly. “I spent a week each with Mari and Alice, three weeks with Holly, and a week with Neevie. While I never quite got that magnetic pull with any of the other girls telling me I really needed to change the parameters of our relationship, I found that pull with you.”

“What are you saying?”

“‘Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides,’” I quoted.

“What?”

I smirked and shook my head. “Long story. It’s a quote Neevie and I have been talking about recently.”

“Neevie?” Sam’s voice was dry.

“It basically means me saying ‘I love you’ to anyone seconds after squirting is the orgasm talking and not real. Or at least, that kind of love won’t last.”

“Oh, so this is the orgasm talking and not real?”

“No, it’s totally real.” I shook my head. “We’re well past the orgasm phase now. The blissful afterglow of ejaculatory relief has passed, and all that’s left is how I truly feel.”

“Which is?”

“I love you. I know it. I feel it. When the passion of sex fades away and all I’m left with is how much I want and need you to be a permanent part of my life… I mean… I want and need you to be a permanent part of my life.”

Sam’s eyes got BIG. “Matty…” she muttered in a warning tone, looking concerned.

“Look, I’m not talking wedding bells and nurseries or anything like that. You told me before that you didn’t have time to date me because you were focused on your studies and your career and all that jazz. I’m not asking you to become my girlfriend or in any way change the way you’re going about your life.”

She nodded and gave me a little smile. “Thank you for that. I’ve told you before I can’t be your girlfriend.”

“I remember. I mean, I belong to the BTC collectively and you’ve made clear that you don’t want to date me or anything like that. Your school and career come first. I totally get that.”

She frowned and looked confused. “Then what do you want from me?”

“Nothing. I want everything to stay exactly the same as it’s always been. You’ve made clear you don’t want to become my girlfriend, and I respect your focus on your studies. Our current level of intimacy, the cozy way you’ve slipped into my life and into my bed each morning: it’s already more than I could have ever hoped for.”

Sam visibly relaxed.

“But I can’t hide the fact that I love you, Sam,” I stated sincerely without a trace of hesitation. I didn’t need to think about it. I didn’t need to pause to consider whether or not I really meant the words. I felt the words. I knew I loved her. And I always would. “I tried emotionally withdrawing to keep these feelings in check, but it’s only been a few days and I already don’t think I can do it. I tried to convince everyone I was pulling away from you to keep the BTC ‘in balance’. But that’s a bald-faced lie. I LOVE you. I can’t help it, and you deserve to know the truth. I can’t even explain exactly how it happened, but it happened. I guess the best way I can describe it is: you got what you wanted in the end. You won the round robin. You’re my favorite. When we’re together, I don’t think I’ll be able to pretend that you’re not. I really hope you’ll understand.”

I wanted her to understand. I hoped she’d understand.

I’d hoped she would be happy.

A few months ago she’d wanted to be my favorite, didn’t she?

But apparently I was wrong, because the next thing I knew Sam was shoving me out of her. She rolled off the bed while muttering, “No-no-no-no-NO!”

And then she immediately fled from the room.

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