The Big Tits Club: Chapter 41

-- CHAPTER 41: The Second Time --

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Alice became Matty’s Official Girlfriend on Sunday, although she was nearly as imperial about it as Mari had been. To be frank, she had no interest in actually being my girlfriend, so there were no romantic “I love you” endearments nor greeting each other “Hey, boyfriend” or anything like that. Really, Alice just wanted to get laid as often as possible. In a way, she was rather like a stereotypical guy in that regard, happy to get her rocks off and get back to her video games.

She did make time to come visit me Sunday afternoon to kick off her week with a bang (literally). Mother had also come home while we were getting jiggy, and she greeted Alice as politely as she’d greeted the other girls in similar situations. For her part, Alice was totally chill about the encounter, not fazed in the slightest either.

She surprised the hell out of me by bringing Naimh along on Monday, and for a minute I thought the gorgeous redhead had arrived to collect her “first time for the second time”. But my ex-girlfriend quickly assured me (teased me?) by saying “not yet” and then proceeded to show off how wicked hot she could be in a threesome without actually having sex with me. Blasting off into Alice’s orgasming pussy while Naimh literally squeezed my testicles in her mouth from the bottom of a sixty-nine position is something I’ll remember for a long, long time.

Tuesdays had long been Alice Tuesdays. For some reason she decided to wear the trucker hat and actually kept the damn thing on the entire afternoon while contorting her body into various Kama Sutra poses just for the fun of it. She even declared it “dessert day” and had me plunder her teeny little asshole in a piledriver position. The fact that it was the same position I’d fucked Naimh in when she screamed her ex-boyfriend’s name did occur to me, but honestly I forgot about it moments later. The sensations were just too overwhelming for me to really think about it. Alice apparently thought so too, because she declared the position so wicked hot that we were definitely doing that again.

Wednesdays had long been Sam and Zofi day, although lately it had seemingly been just Zofi. Still, Sam hadn’t been with me all week and she made time to show up for a crazy foursome. Sam brought Matty Junior, which Matty’s Official Girlfriend promptly confiscated, strapped around her waist, and proceeded to never take the damn thing off for the next two hours. By the end of the foursome, Alice’s abs looked incredible. I mean, she already had a bit of a six-pack, but she’d taken to doing the thrusting like a duck to water. Of course she had to go and spoil the mood by threatening to shove Matty Junior up MY ass, after which I nearly tossed the dildo into the trash compactor.

Alice skipped Thursday entirely. She said she was still sore from doing all that fucking, and that didn’t even mention all the different ways she’d been fucked. I told her that pumping a girl’s pussy or ass took a lot of abdominal strength, and now she finally believed me. Anyway, she was more than happy to let Belle and Mari have me for the afternoon.

Friday was Alice’s day to orchestrate the orgy. She actually showed up with a notepad in which she’d written down her notes. She also brought a jump rope, a hula hoop, and a plastic water bottle with one of those caps that squirts when you squeeze the bottle. She also had Belle bring her set of different-sized butt plugs and then pulled out the box of Twister. Let’s just say everybody went home happy if exhausted. Belle and I were even too tired to have sex later that night, although she did enjoy the novelty of playing with my penis and having it remain flaccid.

“It’s so cute!” she enthused, much to my chagrin.

And then came Saturday.

****

The bell rang, right on time for Alice’s weekly video gaming session. As I got up from the couch and walked over to the front door, I wondered whether or not Alice would actually want to play video games or just get jiggy right away. Given how horny she’d been all week, I rather figured we’d have to have a quickie first and THEN turn on the gaming consoles.

Without checking the peephole I just popped open the door. To my surprise, though, there wasn’t a cute Korean babe dressed in her latest sexy geek chic attire on my front porch.

Instead, it was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen.

Naimh stood with one hip jut to the side and her arms folded beneath her breasts. The position compressed her big tits together and forward, making them practically spill over the top of her white long-sleeved wrap top that left her taut belly bare. The color made her copper red hair really stand out as it flowed over her shoulders. She also wore stonewashed denim jeans tight enough to look spray-painted on, and tan chunky wedged sandals that boosted her height a little closer to mine.

“Hey, you,” my ex-girlfriend greeted me with a knowing smirk. She let her gaze rove up and down my body lustfully, eyeing me hungrily as if I were a piece of meat, and her tongue snaked out across her upper lip for a brief moment. “Nice to see you again so soon.”

I blinked. “Uh, nice to see you, too.” A moment later, I added, “What are you doing here?”

Naimh shrugged and gave me a Cheshire cat smile. “I traded places with your girlfriend today. Her idea, not mine, although of course I was happy to accept. I think she actually found her upper limit for how many times she could get fucked in a week. Sam turning the tables and using Matty Junior on her might’ve put her over the edge.”

I chuckled and briefly rewound my memory to the sight of Sam’s platinum blonde hair flying everywhere as she jerked back and forth hammering the hell out of Alice’s tight twat from behind. But I swiftly brought my mind back to the here and now as the rest of Naimh’s words finally registered in my brain. “Traded places… meaning?”

She smiled and spread her arms out wide. “I’m all yours today. Although to be honest, I’m not much a video gamer.”

I shook my head. “No worries.”

“In fact, I had some alternative ideas for things we could do together, if you’re interested.”

I pursed my lips. “If you think you can just show up on my doorstep, invite yourself inside, and have us fall into bed together, it’s not gonna be that easy.”

“I haven’t invited myself inside,” she pointed out, gesturing to her position still on my front porch. “Actually, I was about to invite you outside.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Huh?”

She gave me that Cheshire smile again. “Get dressed. Meet me outside. I’m driving.”

****

Naimh drove a beater Civic hatchback, cheap and reliable transportation for a teenager new to America. She was just happy to have any transportation, honestly. Plenty of kids we knew didn’t have cars.

“Sorry it’s not a convertible,” she chided while I hopped into the passenger side.

It took me a moment to get the reference, but I smiled and replied, “It’s about the company, not the car.”

Naimh grinned and said, “Close enough.”

I glanced into the backseat, judged there to not be room enough for comfortable sex even if the seats folded down, and said dryly, “You sure you don’t want me to drive the minivan?”

Naimh’s eyebrows rose. “Whoever said anything about sex?”

I held my hands up and nodded. “You’re right, you’re right.”

She flashed me a saucy grin. “Besides, there’s still enough room for me to give you a blowjob.” And then she shifted the car into gear.

A few minutes later we were on the freeway heading south. She didn’t volunteer our destination, nor did I ask. I knew she had a plan in mind and I trusted her enough to go along with it. I did, however, want to take the opportunity to talk to her. In fact, I started with a topic I knew would get my mind off of sex immediately.

“Do your parents know you’re out here with me?”

She glanced at me for just a second before returning her attention to the road. “Yes, actually.”

“Really? I mean, do they specifically know you’re taking a drive with me, your ex-boyfriend? Not just that you’re going out for the day and could be anywhere with anyone, potentially including me?”

“No, they know I drove directly to your house and intend to spend the whole day with you. They know that we broke up because I screamed Conor’s name during sex. They know that we’ve remained friends, more or less. I mean, they still don’t know you’re part of the BTC or that the group of us spends Friday nights fucking each other’s brains out. But yeah, they know I’m out here today trying to repair our relationship.”

“Is that what the purpose is here today?”

She glanced at me again, and in a heartbreakingly sincere voice, she said, “That’s my purpose every day I see you, Matty. Today’s just special because it’s only you and me, without any of the others around.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that right away, so I paused for a moment to look out the window. Given the freeway we were on, there were any number of possible destinations Naimh had in mind. “Is this going to be a short drive or a longer one?” I asked casually.

“Trying to ruin the surprise?”

“No, not at all. I just wanted to know if we had time for a longer conversation or just a short one.”

“Well if you have something in mind, why don’t you just start and we’ll see how things go.”

I shrugged and narrowed my eyes. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Red, obviously. And green, emerald green. That one is specifically because you always refer to my eye color as emerald green.”

“Well, they DO look like emeralds to me, and not just because you’re Irish.”

She laughed musically. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue. Navy blue.”

“As evidenced by the abundant number of navy blue shirts in your closet. Well, that and dark gray. And black. Come to think of it, you’re always in dark-colored shirts. We need to brighten your wardrobe a bit.”

I chuckled. “Fair enough. Favorite food?”

“Coddle with Mam’s soda bread.”

“I have absolutely no idea what that is.”

Naimh laughed. “You’ll have to come visit ‘round suppertime and try it. My parents would like to meet you, seein’ as we’re still close enough for me t’come spend the day with you like this. Well, I think technically you’ve alread’ met, but… well… meet you under better circumstances. Dad’s particularly embarrassed by ev’rythin’ and would like a chance to make a better impression.”

I sighed.

“What? You’ve met everyone else’s parents by now, haven’t you? More’n half of ‘em know yoor fuckin’ theh dottahs.”

I blinked. “Did your accent just get thicker?”

Naimh laughed and planted her left elbow down against the windowsill and set her head against her open palm. “Maybe it’s the thought of coddle and my parents, plus we just had St. Paddy’s day,” she stated a little more clearly. “I usually focus on sounding more American.”

I laughed, thinking about how thick Naimh’s accent got when she was yelling at her father outside my house. I was rather glad that part was my dominant memory of the day.

“Come to think of it, ALL of the BTC’s parents now know you’re fucking their daughters, don’t they?”

“Well not Sam’s dad. Pretty sure he still thinks I’m gay. And Alice’s mom, too.”

Naimh shook her head. “Alice’s mam knows. She noticed the way Alice was changing her wardrobe and asked. Alice told her you two started messing around with each other, but that there’s nothing romantic about it. She’s not happy ‘bout it, but she’s not giving Alice as hard a time about it as we thought she would.”

I blinked. That was news to me. But then I thought about what Naimh said about ALL the BTC’s parents knowing I was banging their daughters: Belle, Zofi, Sam, Naimh, Mari, and now Alice… yeah, pretty much. “Now I REALLY hope they don’t all get together and start comparing notes.”

Naimh chuckled at that. “On the bright side, none of the other parents have come trying to knock down your door except mine, right?”

“Yet. But we’re getting off topic. Where were we?”

“Favorite food. And it’s your turn.”

“Ah, prime rib,” I replied before adding, “with the au jus dip. Favorite place to visit?”

“I’m still fairly new here, so I haven’t visited much. Hiking Land’s End and Chinatown were nice - I got to be with you. Your favorite?”

“Uh, Great America theme park.”

“I only went the one time with the whole club last summer,” she commented with a sigh. “We should go again.”

“We should,” I agreed.

“Favorite BTC girl?”

I’d been staring straight out the front windshield, but now turned to look over at the driver with an arched eyebrow, finding her smirking at me before returning her attention to the road. After only a moment’s thought, I stated evenly, “A certain ridiculously gorgeous Irish redhead with an amazing rack, a wicked hot body, an alluring accent, and a personality I truly do still want to get to know better.”

She glanced over at me again for just a second before nodding straight ahead. And without looking at me again, she said quietly, “Good answer.”

****

Naimh’s destination turned out to be the Monterey Bay Aquarium. She explained that she’d always had a fascination with the sea, having grown up near the coast in Ireland. She loved all kinds of ocean creatures, and since none of the other girls seemed to share this particular interest, it wasn’t something she often got to talk about. I took that moment to recall that she had a stuffed hammerhead shark in her bedroom. She’d named him “Anchor”.

She took my hand after we parked and headed into the aquarium. Although we were no longer a dating couple, I was comfortable with this level of intimacy. After all, she’d slurped a load of my cum out of Alice’s pussy just last night, not to mention the half-dozen other times she had my dick in her mouth. I was pretty sure I could handle holding hands.

My ex-girlfriend and I moved through the exhibits slowly. I hadn’t visited in many years and despite her fascination with sea creatures, her family had never made it this far down the coast to play tourist. We spent a lot of time absorbing the breathtaking view of the Kelp Forest exhibit. We watched harbor seals and sea otters from the back deck. And the Open Sea wing was brand new to me, so we spent a lot of time there.

Naimh seemed to have a lot of little factoids memorized, so I started conducting little pop quizzes to test her knowledge by covering up the information cards with my hand and then firing questions at her.

“What’s a sea otter’s favorite food?”

“Hard-shelled invertebrates like sea urchins and crabs.”

“How does a jellyfish eat?”

“Nematocysts – stinging cells in their tentacles that stun their prey.”

“What’s the greatest danger to kelp forests?”

“Sea urchin overgrazing.”

I shook my head. “Creative artist. Budding marine biologist. Is there anything you can’t do?”

She gave me a wan smile. “Hang on to the greatest guy in the world?”

I blushed and looked away for a moment. “I’m not the greatest guy in the world.”

“You are to me.”

“That’s the sex talking,” I muttered beneath my breath.

“Partially, sure,” she agreed before leaning forward and whispering into my ear. “The sex IS amazing.”

There was a throaty arousal in her voice that almost got me hard just listening to her. But I took a deep breath, and all of a sudden a long quotation I’d recently read came into mind.

“‘Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being ‘in love’ which any of us can convince ourselves we are.’”

Naimh stepped forward and finished for me, “‘Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.’ – Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. I’ve read it.”

I gave her a rueful grin. “I haven’t.”

She frowned. “Then how’d you know the quote?”

I shrugged. “Was doing internet research about love after our breakup. The quote stuck with me. Is it a good book? How long did it take you to read?”

Naimh shrugged. “Audiobook, actually.”

I looked at her in amusement. “That’s not reading.”

She waved me off dismissively and flashed me a grin. “Same thing.”

I snorted, took her hand, and then we continued.

****

Naimh and I got clam chowder for lunch in the aquarium cafeteria, and in the afternoon took the 17 Mile Drive along the coastline to take in the spectacular views. We walked on Spanish Bay beach and added a rock cairn to the hundreds of other ones around. We did some rock-hopping out along Point Joe. And we took photos at the Lone Cypress.

We ended our drive in Carmel, did some light window shopping downtown, and shared a nice dinner together. As we slowly walked hand-in-hand out of the restaurant, I told her, “Except for not having any mud baths down here, you planned a better date than either of mine.”

She gave me a wan smile and squeezed my hand. “I loved both of your dates, and every minute I spent with you on them. But we’re not done yet.”

“Oh?”

She pointed at the horizon. “It’s not yet sunset.”

Together, we walked down to the beach. Naimh had planned ahead and brought a foldable nylon picnic mat and a towel. We took our shoes off, sunk our toes into the sand, and went so far as to get our feet wet in the surf. But when the sun sank lower on the horizon, we found a good spot away from anybody else, laid out the mat, and sat down together with the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen seated between my outstretched legs. I spooned myself behind her for extra warmth while she put my jacket on backwards over her chest with her arms through the sleeves.

Coincidentally, the jacket covered my arms from view when I wrapped them around her midsection to hug her from behind. My fingers started doing a little walking across her bare midriff, started inching higher, and Naimh glanced back at me over her shoulder with a knowing grin.

She puckered up as I leaned forward, and we began to gently kiss. Her tongue came out to play and I increased the pressure of my lips. As our passion rose, my hands climbed higher and I palmed her tits beneath the cover of the jacket. She moaned and squirmed a little, and I started grinding my erection into her lower back as we made out.

We almost missed the sunset, so absorbed in our makeout session we’d become. But I snuck a peek with a sliver of open air just beneath the golden disk and broke the kiss to direct her attention forward.

Spooned together like that, Naimh and I were entranced watching as the bottom of the circle first touched the horizon. And we stayed there, silent, enjoying the feel of each other’s body until every last glimpse of golden light was finally gone.

In a quiet voice, I told her, “Any resentment I ever had for you just disappeared with that sunset. I forgive you for anything you might feel needs forgiving. I know in my heart there’s nothing left but love. I hope you can also forgive me too.”

She glanced back at me over her shoulder and quickly pecked my nose. “There was never anything to forgive.” And then she kissed me again.

****

The horny redhead had her legs around my waist the instant we made it through my bedroom door. I spun her around and planted her back against the wall for support while she took charge to wrap her arms around my head and spear her tongue into my mouth like a diving seabird. We made out hot and heavy, sparring each other with a jab here, a riposte there, and entangling ourselves together a moment later.

When my forearms started to burn I pivoted away from the wall and carried her over to my bed. She squealed at the sensation of falling as I launched us over the mattress, the adrenaline rush spiking her arousal. After we landed her fingers started scrabbling at the hem of my shirt tugging it upwards, and once she got the material trapped around my armpits I finally broke our liplock long enough to finish ripping the offending garment over my head and baring my chest to her hungry gaze.

The gorgeous Irish girl growled and showed me her teeth as she stared at and played with my pectoral muscles as hungrily as I’d ever ogled her tits. She leaned in and suckled on my nipple before kissing her way up my chest, across my shoulder, and fastening her lips around my neck momentarily. Finally, our lips met again and we both moaned into each other’s mouth. She started tugging at my jeans, whimpering, “I need your cock in my mouth.”

Well, if she really needed it…

I rolled off her and quickly unbuttoned myself and then jerked down the zipper. Naimh rolled after me, took hold of the waistband, and yanked downward while I hopped off the mattress to help her out. Moments later, I was completely naked while she remained fully-clothed. Not that I cared since she was single-mindedly focused on burying my cock into her throat, and as easily as BJ Queen Mari had ever done, Naimh suddenly dropped her ruby red lips all the way down to the very base of my dick.

Her electric emerald eyes sizzled as she stared up at me, maintaining eye contact to watch the pleasure she gave me contorting across my face. She breathed shallowly, holding the position an impossibly long time while milking my shaft with her throat muscles. And if she kept that up much longer, she’d be getting a bellyful much faster than either of us would’ve expected.

But even Naimh could only hold the deep-throat for so long, and she pulled all the way off to take a deep breath. She pumped her head up and down my dick a few more times, although did not repeat the deep-throat. And with one final gasp, she sat upright with her legs folded to the sides in a W-position and started working off her tight wrap top.

I was breathing hard in anticipation of her big breasts being revealed. The sexpot redhead gave me a saucy look right before ripping the top over her head and baring a nude-colored bra that had helped properly frame and position her mammaries for maximum cleavage. Reaching behind herself, she paused for a moment to wink at me. And only then did she slip the clasp and let the cups fall away.

That’s when I attacked. I jetted forward so suddenly that Naimh squeaked, “Eep!” in surprise. I gathered her body in my arms and rolled us over so that I was on top again while I feasted on her breasts and mashed my face into the valley of her cleavage. Meanwhile, my hands worked at her spray-painted jeans. And then it was my turn to yank downward on her waistband while she hopped off the mattress to help me out.

Moments later my long tongue slithered up and into her tight twat. I stared upward to maintain eye contact and watch the pleasure I gave her contorting across the beautiful babe’s face. She whimpered and groaned and scratched her fingernails across my scalp. I gave her a tongue-lashing equal to any the other girls had ever given her and then some, and I didn’t stop until she erupted in a riot of screaming spasms as she clutched my bedsheets and clamped her thighs around my ears while she came.

And then it was time.

Time for our first time.

For the second time.

I swiftly crawled up my ex-girlfriend’s fantastically naked body. I slid my chest across her stomach and tits, compressing her breasts between our bodies while my cockhead nudged into the entrance of her folds. She was still delirious from her climax so I didn’t penetrate her just yet. I caressed her cheeks and kissed her forehead, and then nose, and finally her mouth.

Her eyes swam back into focus mid-kiss. At the same time, strength flowed back into her limbs as she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and she separated our mouths just long enough to breathe faintly, “Please, Matty, I nee-- NNNNGGGGAAAAAHHH!”

Naimh’s eyes flashed in surprise, her begging request dying on her lips as her mouth gaped open in a gasp while my thickness suddenly filled her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders and she began flopping beneath me like a fish out of water. For a moment, I thought she was having an epileptic seizure, but then she started screaming and her cunt started clenching and I realized she was having an orgasm just from my first thrust.

I held her close in my arms and lightly grinded my pelvis down on her clit to maximize her pleasure. Her screams eventually died down and her bodyquakes settled beneath me.

“Ohhh… Matty…” Naimh moaned after about a minute as she came down from her unexpected peak. I had already started moving again, slowly, in and out of her wonderfully snug channel with the idea of building into her next one.

“Hey…” I intoned in a welcoming voice, staring straight into her eyes. After so many sexual encounters with the nymphomaniac redhead bent over before me while I banged her from behind, it was almost a surprise to be doing this in an old-fashioned missionary position.

“Hey you,” she breathed back with a bit of a look of wonder in her emerald green eyes. They were bigger than I remembered, a look more of wide-eyed innocence on her face than raw sexual heat.

I grinned and bent to kiss her tenderly.

Gently.

We didn’t fuck, not that time. Oh, we certainly fucked each other’s brains out later that night, but not that first one. I cradled my ex-girlfriend in my arms while she simply held my shoulders. And together we…

Well…

We made love.

My thrusts were slow and steady, full-length from her entrance all the way down to her deepest depths. Her hips rolled and undulated beneath me, but our bodies never crashed together with the jarring impacts that usually signified our physical unions. We simply… moved.

Together.

In harmony.

It was wonderful.

Our orgasms sort of snuck up on us. One moment we were rolling across the mattress in sinuous waves, the next I molded my lips to hers and groaned as I felt the dam burst forth within me to begin an unending flood. She whimpered into my kiss and held me close, her milkmaid muscles working overtime to draw out every last drop. And even after I’d finished flooding her, the trembles of her orgasm continued for another minute.

But at last we both went limp, and I buried my face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling my nose against her jawline.

Her voice was quiet, but clear and heartfelt. “I love you, Matty… I never stopped loving you.”

I wanted to repeat her endearment back to her. Truly, I did, but something held me back.

She sensed my hesitation, paused, and turned her face toward mine to stare into my eyes as I rested on the pillow beside her. “It’s okay. You don’t have to say it back. I know it’ll take time for you to really even consider thinking about me that way again.”

I shook my head in the negative. “It’s not that. I DO love you, right now. But at the same time, I’m consciously aware of how easy it is to feel this love at a time like this when we’re so intimately joined together. It’s like the Captain Corelli’s Mandolin quote: ‘Love is a temporary madness.’ It’s certainly erupted, especially right now. I’m still trying to sort out what you’re going to mean to me after you leave and this little eruption subsides.”

“It’s easy for me. I still love you to pieces when I’m at home by myself, lying in bed dreaming of a night like tonight. I’d like to stay here with you tonight, if you’ll let me.”

I arched both eyebrows, and taking a deep breath, I elevated myself with my elbows so that I was perched above her. “Your parents are okay with that?”

Naimh’s eyes narrowed as she thought about that. “I think the word ‘okay’ would not be the most accurate term. Let’s just say they’ve given their begrudging acceptance of the situation.”

“I’ll have to tell Belle,” I explained. “She thinks it’s still Alice’s week and nobody expected Alice to stay overnight.”

“I don’t mind her joining us. I realized a long time ago that if I wanted to be with you, I’d have to share you.” Naimh giggled. “Of course, given that I love the feel of a naked girl in my arms as much as you do, it’s no real chore on my part. In that sense, you’re my dream boyfriend: Not only are you handsome, kind, intelligent, strong, and an amazing lover, but you bring me hot young playthings to have fun with as well.”

The way Naimh’s eyes danced left no doubt that she meant every word.

“You’re trying to make sure I still love you after the eruption subsides,” I drawled.

“Well… yes,” she admitted with a twinkle in her eye. “Is it working?”

I grinned. “Ask me again in the morning.”

****

We cleaned up and I checked the clock, surprised Belle hadn’t come over on her own yet. She had her house key back, and usually arrived after dinnertime. I started to worry that she DID come over, found me in bed with Naimh, and then ran away or something. But when I called she asked casually, “Hey, what’s up?”

I blinked. “Uh, you’re not here. Is something wrong?”

“I suppose I should be asking YOU if something’s wrong. Neevie was supposed to have to you today.”

“How did YOU know about that?”

“Oh… well… the girls got together last night at came up with a plan for this weekend. Alice said she was fucked out and offered Saturday as a good date day for Neevie to have her ‘first time for the second time’. I actually saw you two drive off this morning. Did something go wrong?”

“What? No. Everything’s fine. She’s still here. I’m just…” I paused a moment and frowned. “Waitaminute. You KNEW Neevie was coming over but you didn’t warn me?”

Belle giggled. “Chicks before dicks. The girls wanted secrecy, so I agreed to secrecy.”

“Hmph. I was about to invite you to come join us since this would normally be YOUR night with me but if you’re gonna be like that I suppose I don’t have to.”

“Well, tonight’s Neevie’s night already anyways.”

“She said you could join us.”

“She DID?”

“Yeah, so… Belle… Belle?” The line had gone dead. I hung up the phone and glanced over at Neevie beside me, still fabulously naked on the bed. In fact, she was lying back and holding her knees up to her chest, a position which tilted her pussy upwards so that gravity would help trap our mingled cum inside her.

Less than a minute later, I heard my front door slam shut and then the thumping of feet racing up the stairs. Belle burst into my bedroom, eyes glittering.

“Aww, you saved him for me!” the impish pixie enthused in delight.

“All for one, and one for all,” Naimh cheered and spread her thighs apart.

Matty’s Little Cumslut took care of the rest.

****

“So I owe you a really big apology,” Belle said a bit out of the blue.

Reclining sideways across the big couch, her head propped up on her elbow, Naimh furrowed her eyebrows. “An apology? What for?”

“For… well… for hating your guts.”

Naimh blinked and sat upright. “For… what?”

Belle held her hands up and waved them palms downward in a let-me-explain gesture. “I never told you just how close I came to fucking everything up.”

Naimh gave Belle an extremely puzzled look, and then glanced over at me. Pointing one finger at Belle, the redhead queried, “She’s speaking English, right? Because I feel like something is getting lost in translation.”

I chuckled, tightened my grip around the petite strawberry-blonde tucked under my left arm while she cuddled against my side, and nodded.

“You’ve always been so nice to me,” Belle continued. “You’re nice to everybody, actually, and you’re always considerate of the group. Like this whole ‘All for one’ thing that everybody keeps bringing up. It’s been a rallying cry for BTC solidarity.”

Naimh waved her hand dismissively. “I wasn’t trying to come up with a rallying cry. I just felt blessed for all five of you showing how much you all loved ME. The phrase just sort of popped into my head: the members individually support the group, and the group supports the members. That’s all of us, including you, Matty.”

“I lost sight of that for a little bit, hence the need for an apology. Matty already knows – I told him that I hated your guts.”

Naimh pursed her lips. “Okay that time I heard you quite clearly.”

“I never ACTUALLY hated your guts, but I was extremely, extremely jealous of you: your perfect body, the most gorgeous face Matty’s ever seen, your ability to do pretty much ANYTHING related to sex like a total pro without even trying hard.” Belle sighed. “To be honest, I still am pretty jealous of you, although I’ve learned to accept it a bit.”

“Jealous of ME?” Naimh gestured with one hand at the way Belle and I were currently cuddled together. “I’m the one that’s jealous.”

“Of me?”

“Look at you two,” she exclaimed in a tone of wonderment. “Childhood friends grown up together. Sharing each day as it comes, all those dinners with your dad, the weekends spent in each other’s arms, the long hours I know you two spend just… talking.”

Belle and I glanced at each other for a moment, little smiles on our faces.

Naimh jabbed her finger directly at me a few times. “It’s Captain Corelli’s Mandolin. Your roots are so entwined together that it is inconceivable you should ever part.”

Belle looked confused. “What?”

I laughed and tickled Belle’s nose with my fingertip. “I’ll explain later.”

Naimh sighed and looked rather melancholy, drawling, “You two have the relationship some of us could only ever dream of.”

Belle leaned over from her spot on the loveseat and put her hand over Naimh’s. “Is that the kind of relationship you lost with Conor?”

The Irish teenager looked thoughtful for a moment but then shook her head quickly. “Not quite. Conor was just a boy. He was my first, true enough, but we were children. We never spent the kind of time together that you and Matty do. I never shared my most personal thoughts with him. When I think back on it, my relationship with Conor wasn’t any deeper than my relationship with you, Matty. He was my boyfriend, and we had fun together, but that was it. Me running away from home to stay with him had more to do with my fear of moving to America than any particular bond with him. Now could we have developed into something more intimate had I stayed in Ireland? Perhaps, but we never got that chance.”

The three of us ruminated on that silently for a moment. Naimh was the first to pick her head up and smile. “So like I said: I’m the one who’s jealous of you. Even tonight, my first time for the second time with him, and you’re the one who’s been wrapped up in his arms, not me.”

Belle abruptly took her hand off of Naimh’s and looked back at me in alarm. “Ohmigawd. I’m SO sorry if you wanted--”

“Relax, relax, it’s fine.” Now it was Naimh’s turn to gesture with her palms downward. “I’m the one that invited you here. Had I wanted him all to myself I’m sure you would’ve let me.”

“Of course I would have. Which begs the question: Why DID you invite me to join you?”

Naimh shrugged. “It was the least I could do. I owe my first overnight with him here to you. I owe my entire relationship with him to you, actually. If not for you prodding us that night, we never would’ve gotten together. And even though we eventually broke up, that was MY fault, not yours.”

Belle furrowed her eyebrows, sat forward with her forearms on her knees, and stared down at the floor for a moment. “So this is yet another thing I need to apologize for. I…” Her voice trailed off as she sighed and took another deep breath, gathering herself. “I had my own ulterior motives in prodding you two to get together.”

Naimh frowned and sat up straight. “What do you mean by that?”

Belle sagged. “I always believed you two would break up. Matty had been infatuated with you from the beginning: Your perfect body, the most gorgeous face he’d ever seen, your ability to do pretty much ANYTHING related to sex like a total pro without even trying hard. Like I said: I was jealous.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I genuinely believed there would be nothing more to your relationship than sex. You two always had white hot sexual chemistry, but from where I was sitting, it seemed clear to me that you had very little in common personally. At least, you never seemed to have those intimate conversations with him the way I did, y’know?”

I took a moment to lean forward and explain, “Belle believed we’d burn white hot and then burn out – that we didn’t have the intertwined roots to last when being ‘in love’ burned away. She wasn’t wrong.”

Naimh frowned at that. “Well, I suppose she wasn’t.” Looking back at Belle, she added, “But you actually set us up to fail?”

“I was being selfish. I wanted him for myself, and that wasn’t going to happen as long as he remained infatuated with you. So I figured once he got you out of his system, he’d be all mine.”

Naimh narrowed her eyes and looked back and forth between us left and right a few times as if her head had turned into a stuck ticking minute hand on a clock. “Given the way you two are so casually explaining this, I’m going to assume things didn’t go according to plan.”

“You were right to fear that I’d seduce him that night before we all ended the sex boycott. I’d had the big butt plug in my ass all night and I showed it off to him after you all left. He’d gone about four days without sex and I figured seducing him would be easy.”

Naimh shot an accusing look at both of us. “You said you two mutually decided it would be better not to spend the night together because it would be too tempting to break the boycott.”

I nodded. “We did… eventually. We didn’t lie about that.”

“But we didn’t tell the whole truth,” Belle continued. “I’m going to have to explain this all to the others as well, but I wanted to start with you first because I know how much you love him. I know how much he still cares about you. Even though you went through the whole bit with screaming your ex-boyfriend’s name and then breaking up and everything else, he still thinks about you all the time. I had THOUGHT that going through a relationship based solely on sex would get you out of his system, but it didn’t. He still thinks about getting back together with you.”

“Belle, uh…” I began in a quiet voice. “You’re not really supposed to give away MY secrets.”

Belle waved me off and focused on Naimh. “I’m telling you this to show how close I was to betraying all of you, to claiming I was above the rules and damn the BTC. It was Matty’s loyalty to the BTC that saved us and made him turn me down. Deep down, I know there’s still a selfish part of me that wants to keep him all for myself, but I really do believe in this idea of ‘All for one’. And -I- need, for my own conscience, to admit all of that to you and yet still say, without any ulterior motive, that if you want him, I won’t stand in your way. Not anymore. It feels like I went in a big circle just to come back to where I started, but here I am – in the same place but feeling differently about it – I’m his anchor. This close, intimate relationship you’re jealous of?”

Belle paused, turned back to me, and squeezed my knee before finishing, “I’m his little sister.”

Naimh grinned. “With benefits.”

Belle giggled. “Definitely with benefits.”

****

That night turned out much like my first overnight with Naimh. Belle joined us for a wicked threesome, but in the end she got dressed, told us to enjoy a night alone together, and then went home.

At least Belle got to feel Naimh slurp a creampie out of her pussy and then snowball it back to her.

In the morning, I woke up first and decided to enjoy Naimh’s naked body spooned in front of me. I stayed as gentle and featherlight as I could, teasing her skin and roaming my fingertips all over every inch I could reach before slotting my schlong into her soaking wet snatch and then shoving myself inside while she still slumbered.

The busty redhead certainly woke up at my penetration, of course, and started laughing when she realized her cunt was already full of Matty-dick. She crooned into my ear and reached back to hold my head while I pumped her from behind. But then she reached into the nightstand, held up a familiar bottle of lube, and waggled it at me invitingly.

The morning ended with me blasting her bubble butt from behind, skewering my ex-girlfriend’s asshole on my turgid pole and spanking both of her cheeks until they were bright red while she howled at me to hurt her and really violate her body down to her sacred core.

Yeah, it lacked the intimacy of face-to-face lovemaking, but we both loved it, and who said everything had to change?

After I creamed deep inside her colon, we took a shower together and did some light petting and a lot of making out, but neither of us started another sex session. Then we got dressed and headed downstairs.

Mother was in front of the kitchen range making brunch, and she was not alone. Both Sam and Belle sat on stools at the kitchen island, clad in sports bras and spandex leggings, sweat dotting their brows having apparently gone for another run together.

“Good morning, Naimh,” Mother greeted. “So nice to see you here again.”

The redhead blushed and replied, “Thank you.”

Meanwhile, I said, “Morning, ladies,” and went over to peck both Sam and Belle on the lips.

“Have a nice night?” Belle asked coyly.

“The best,” Naimh enthused warmly. “I’m still jealous you get to fall asleep in his arms so often.”

Belle looked thoughtful. “I think the key is that it’s still not often enough for me, otherwise I’d take it for granted.” That last part was directed at me with a bit of a smirk.

The five of us moved to the dining table and sat down to share a meal. Nobody talked about sex, and I didn’t do much talking at all, focused on eating as much as I could. The girls nattered on about whatever popped into their pretty little heads until Mother announced that it was time for her to go, and the girls all said goodbye.

Once Mother was gone, Sam started playing footsie with me underneath the table and Belle’s hand, which had been resting on my thigh, began rubbing closer and closer to my crotch.

“Don’t forget to save something for Zofi,” I muttered beneath my breath.

Conspicuously, Sam and Belle abruptly stopped their fondling and exchanged rather obvious looks with Naimh. I could immediately tell there was something the three of them knew that I didn’t.

“Actually,” Sam began slowly while raising her eyebrows and deliberately not making eye contact with me, so I knew she had yet ANOTHER surprise to spring on me. “Zofi’s not coming.”

I frowned. “Was it not agreed to on Friday night that Zofi would be my next Girlfriend of the Week?”

“It was, it was…” Sam hedged while exchanging a look with Belle, “mostly because neither Belle nor I wanted to go next and Neevie is already supposed to go last. The thing is: Zofi’s not really interested in being your girlfriend for real. You know that.”

I narrowed my eyes and glanced at all three girls. I knew for a fact that Zofi had come out as a lesbian to both Sam and Alice, but I wasn’t sure about the others.

“So…” I began hesitantly, “Does that mean I don’t have a girlfriend for this week?”

Sam giggled and suddenly wore a smirking grin. “Actually…” She exchanged new glances with Belle and Naimh. The two of them had smirking grins as well.

Belle looked up at the clock and then back to me. “Just be patient. It’s a good surprise, really.”

“Belle…” I warned.

The doorbell rang just then.

“Or maybe you don’t need to be patient,” Belle corrected herself with a wink.

“I’ll go get that,” Sam announced, darting out of her chair as fast as The Flash. Moments later, I heard the front door open and girlish squeals filled the air.

I didn’t want to speculate, but I couldn’t help it. Alice claimed to be fucked out, so the only logical explanation was that Mari would get a second week. I had to admit, I wasn’t opposed to the idea. The thought of spending more nights snuggled up around her fantastically curvaceous body definitely put some starch in my pecker and gave me warm fuzzy feelings inside.

But then I turned around and those warm fuzzy feelings vanished. To be clear, I wasn’t disappointed or anything…

I was just really, really confused.

Smiling broadly beneath her bubblegum pink hair and still looking as gorgeous as ever stood a beautiful young woman dressed to impress and also show off her firm 34D tits. I picked my jaw up from the floor, gathered myself, and finally managed to say,

“Hi, Holly. Nice to see you again so soon.”

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