The Big Tits Club: Chapter 27

-- CHAPTER 27: Safe --

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“Ask Matty. He knows,” Mari sobbed as she curled back into a ball and buried her head beneath my pillow. Soft crying noises, while muffled, were still audible. She was otherwise fairly calm now, a drastic improvement from the way things had started. But it had taken us ten minutes just to get to this point.

At first, Mari had gone insane, thrashing out at both me AND Belle until we just backed five feet away from her and gave her space. Her heart had suddenly started racing – I could feel it pounding both beneath my chest and pulsing from her core as her anus clenched, making it difficult for me to even pull out. The longer it took me to withdraw, the more hysterical she became.

Mari was sweating like crazy, and not just from our recent athletic shagging. Her eyes were wild, and she squeezed her own head between her hands while screaming at the top of her lungs. I was surprised Mother didn’t come banging down the door. I could only imagine she wasn’t home yet.

But just as suddenly as she’d started screaming, Mari stopped. She then curled into a fetal position, sobbing inconsolably but refusing to let either of us come near her. Finally she went quiet but catatonic, unresponsive to any of our concerned questions. It was only when Belle grabbed my spare fleece blanket, wrapped it around Mari’s naked body, tucked her in, and kissed her shoulder tenderly did Mari finally open her eyes and look at us with any semblance of reasonable consciousness.

Still, she quickly turned away and started crying again.

Conscious of our nudity and recognizing that the mood wasn’t exactly conducive to remaining so, I grabbed a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt for Belle. So clad, Belle sat back down on the bed and began stroking Mari’s back through the blanket, just to sort of let her know she was there. I sat down in the desk chair.

Eventually, though, Mari finally opened her eyes and looked at us.

Belle leaned over and looked down at her best friend with obvious concern. “Hey… you okay?”

Heartbroken, Mari shook her head in the negative.

“What happened? I… please… help us understand.”

“Ask Matty. He knows,” Mari sobbed as she curled back into a ball and buried her head beneath my pillow. Soft crying noises, while muffled, were still audible.

Belle’s eyes instantly went to me. At first, she frowned. How could -I- possibly know anything SHE didn’t already know. She was Mari’s BFF, wasn’t she? But Belle’s jealous curiosity lasted in her gaze for only a second, replaced by genuine concern and a sincere interest in doing whatever she needed to make Mari feel better.

Seated in the desk chair, I took a deep breath and began, “I don’t know all the details. But… when all of us were in junior high--”

Mari started moaning, held the pillow tighter over her head, and started shuddering on the bed. Belle quickly went back to her, and Mari poked her head out long enough to mumble, “I don’t wanna hear it again.”

“Okay, okay. We don’t have to talk about it,” Belle assured her.

“No,” Mari disagreed. But a moment later, she took a deep, shuddering breath, and said, “Just get it over with. You need to know.”

Belle looked up at me and I winced, torn between giving Belle the information she needed and further traumatizing Mari. Jerking a thumb toward the door, I offered, “Maybe we should go outside?”

Mari’s hand shot out and gripped Belle’s wrist tight. Belle glanced up at me and muttered, “Guess that answers that.”

Grimacing, I said gently to Mari, “I’ll keep it brief.”

Mari swallowed thickly and nodded, staring at me through tear-streaked eyes.

“Long story short: Mari wasn’t actually a virgin when we had our date last month,” I explained.

Belle’s eyes got BIG as she recognized the implications.

I didn’t feel the need to elaborate. “He was an uncle of sorts. Mari grew up with him. Trusted him. She started sprouting… I mean all of us boys at school noticed how big her boobs were getting. The guy groomed her and… yeah…”

Mari mumbled quietly, “He said I had a body built for sex. He kept saying it, actually. Blamed me for being so irresistible he couldn’t control himself.”

I winced, now realizing where everything had gone wrong; those had been MY words less than ten minutes ago. I took a deep breath, and when it became clear Mari wasn’t going to be any more forthcoming, I looked at Belle and finished, “Mari told her dad she’d been raped, but rather than call the cops he just made the guy leave the country. She hasn’t seen him since. That’s basically all I’ve got.”

Belle pondered that and stroked Mari’s cheek. “That’s why you were always covering up your body when I told you to be proud of your growing curves. I was so jealous of you, and you wanted to make them go away.”

Mari sniffled, closed her eyes, and tried to hide under the pillow again. Belle looked up at me.

I exhaled slowly. “She started eating a ton, gained a lot of weight in eighth grade. I mean, the signs were there if we’d known to look for them.”

Shaking her head, Belle stroked Mari’s cheek again and sighed, “I wish you’d have told me. I mean, I get why you didn’t, but I could’ve helped you through that period. It certainly explains why you never took any interest in boys.”

Mari shook her head. “Always scared of boys. Didn’t feel safe. Not… well… not until Matty.” Raising her gaze to my face, she reached a hand out towards me.

I quickly slid off the desk chair and knelt on the floor beside the bed. Then, I took Mari’s hand in between both of my own and kissed it.

“I’ve always felt safe with you,” she murmured with a small smile.

“And I’d like to make sure you keep feeling that way,” I replied warmly.

She reached her other hand out to me, and I elevated so she could wrap both arms around my neck. My Latina angel drew me close so we could kiss tenderly, just a small one, and then she disengaged so we could hug tightly instead.

“Thank you, Matty,” she whimpered softly. “Thank you for making me feel safe.”

I rubbed her back, replying warmly, “Always, Angel. Always.”

****

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. But instead of letting my dick withdraw from her throat, she followed me down, keeping her plump lips wrapped tightly around the very base of my shaft.

My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the dark-haired head staying at full depth in my lap. Mari looked up at me, her warm, liquid eyes bright and welcoming in their gaze as she recognized I’d awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat before pulling all the way up and popping off the top.

“Good morning,” my luscious Latina angel greeted genially. Morning sunlight from the window bathed her in a golden glow. While it would be fair to say I had always thought of Naimh as the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, Mari had always been a beautiful young woman in her own right, most especially when she smiled. It just seemed like there had been so few genuine smiles over the years that I’d associated her reserved, almost nervous expression as the default image of Mari in my mind. But she was smiling now.

“Mmm, good morning,” I replied before glancing down at my right shoulder, where Belle was still tucked into the crook of my arm although facing away, her cheek pillowed on my bicep. Despite my sudden jerk, she remained fast asleep.

In the meantime, Mari took one more lengthy lick down the full length of my cock from balls to tip, and then she crawled up my body, straddled my hips, and elevated my cock. She had just enough room to do so without disturbing Belle’s slumber, although from what I anticipated she’d start doing, I didn’t know how much longer that might last.

My eyelids fluttered as I absorbed the pleasure of Mari’s sweet, buttery pussy sinking down my erect flagpole. A good night’s sleep with my warm body wrapped around her from behind had apparently done wonders for her sense of peace, any traces of last night’s visit back to memories of an old trauma now gone.

For now.

Even as I watched this beautiful young woman ride my cock, the morning light now bathing her voluptuous, naked body before me, I couldn’t help but wonder what aftereffects there may be from last night’s incident. Clearly, despite the everyday façade she showed the world, she’d never fully recovered from being raped in junior high. Belle had asked about going to counseling, maybe talking to the school psychologist, but Mari had been adamant about not doing any of that. She insisted she was fine, which of course we all knew she really wasn’t. I’d suggested similar courses of action when I first found out the night she gave me her virginity, and hadn’t been inclined to push her when she resisted. Last night, Belle didn’t really get any traction either and agreed to let it go, but from the look in my little pixie’s eyes, I knew she wasn’t going to let the matter slide forever.

Meanwhile, I tried to enjoy the moment for what it was while keeping my concern for Mari in the back of my mind. I understood how important it was that she feel both safe and loved with me, and I intended to ensure she continued to feel that way. So I gave her my full attention, held her hips, slid my hands up to her big breasts, pulled her down so that I could smother my face in her tits, and then tilt my chin so we could make out.

Okay, I did a lot of that stuff for myself, too.

Mari was getting close to climax when Belle woke up. One moment, she was zonked out and drooling a little on my bicep. The next moment, I glanced down to find that she’d rolled over and was watching her bestie riding up and down my pole.

“Morning, B,” I greeted merrily and drew the back of her head to mine for a sweet kiss.

My Annabelle made love to me with her mouth, her mind still coming back from Dreamland and quite happy to stay there a little longer as our love for each other fed the energy of our kiss. But eventually she pulled back, sighed a happy sigh, and looked up at Mari.

“Morning, B,” Mari chirped, echoing my greeting. The she bent over and started kissing her best friend with just as much affection.

“Mmm, I wish I could wake up like this EVERY day,” Belle yearned while stretching her arms upward and outward, yawning immediately after.

“Me, too. If only,” Mari sighed regretfully. “But at least we get to wake up this way today. And now that you’re finally awake, I can finally do what I’ve been thinking about all morning.”

Belle arched an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“This.” Raising herself up on her knees, Mari pulled off my dick with a wet squish but reached down to hold my dick with her right hand. She pivoted her hips ever so slightly and started sitting back down, only this time I could feel my cockhead pushing into her backdoor instead.

“Holy crap, Mari,” I grunted. “You’re not lubed.”

“Lubed enough apparently,” Mari groaned as she took the first three inches right away. “Oh my lord… I can take it.”

“Maybe I should push into you from behind.”

“Everybody has anal sex from behind. I wanna watch your face changing as I take every inch of you deep inside me. Body built for sex, right?”

I winced at the phrase. “I thought you’d never want to hear those words again. Especially after last night.”

“I wanna hear you say them, actually,” Mari insisted. “I feel safe with you, and I wanna associate those words with your amazement at how I’m such a natural lover for you. Let’s change the meaning, huh? I don’t want my only anal memory to be of freaking out at a phrase you meant as a compliment. That’s why I woke up this morning knowing I had to do this right away. Let’s change the memory. C’mon, Matty. Tell me my body’s built for sex. Tell me how incredible my ass feels around you.”

I blinked twice before catching on. “Your body’s built for sex, Angel. I can’t believe how easily you’re doing this. You’ve been such a good cocksucker for me. I LOVE the way you can just bang me all the way down my throat at a moment’s notice. I ADORE how you’re always ready to wrap those big beautiful titties around my throbbing cock. Your fat nipples are made for sucking and biting. Your lush ass makes for such a comfortable ride. And now, holy FUCK, Mari! You took my entire dick up your asshole without batting an eyelash! Now THAT’S a body built for sex!”

Mari batted her eyelashes quite a bit now, grinning proudly as she began to hump her body up and down, really fucking me with her tight anal chute while I used my hands on her hips to help hammer her body against my crotch.

Belle joined in while rubbing herself. “You two are so fucking hot together. We should really do this more often. I wanna play with myself watching my beautiful best friend fucking the man I love. I wanna stare at you pounding your sweet asshole on his big fucking dick, wishing he was in my asshole instead. I’m getting there. I’m working my way up to the big plugs. But in the meantime I’m gonna have to live vicariously through my awesome and amazing bestie with the body built for sex. You’re fucking incredible, Mari! You may still give Neevie a run for her money as the Anal Queen of the BTC!”

“Ungh! Ungh! OHHHHHHH!!!!” Mari slammed down one final time, threw her head back, and screamed as she came, Belle’s dirty language amplifying her experience.

“Nngh, nngh, oh Angel, your ass is making me… NNNGGGGGHHAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” I grunted in reply as her tightly clenching anus rippled and massaged around my dick. From the morning blowjob to the long and slow cowgirl ride and now finally the anal finish, I was ready to blow. And when Mari’s orgasm sent her inner muscles into spastic overload, they set me off as well so that I immediately began pumping out every drop of sperm my balls had manufactured overnight.

Over and over I fired away, holding Mari’s hips tight to keep her body pinned down and my dick as deep as it would ever go into her bowels as I filled up her rectum with a fresh load of spunk. Belle had popped upright, spooning herself behind Mari’s body to reach around, maul her BFF’s tits, and kiss her open mouth.

Once Mari and I finally stopped screaming, Belle pushed Mari over so that my face was once again smothered in titflesh. I didn’t know why until two seconds later when I felt Mari get physically shoved forward and off my dick. And the way Mari suddenly tensed up on top of me in surprise before relaxing and giggling told me exactly what was going on even before I heard the sounds of Belle noisily slurping my jizz out of her best friend’s gaping asshole.

Laughing, I managed to free my face from Mari’s boobs and take a deep breath. “We REALLY need to do this more often.”

****

Mari and I took a shower to clean ourselves after our morning anal adventure. I sprouted a fresh erection and had fun hot-dogging her booty buns from behind, but Mari told me to save it for Sam. That didn’t stop me from sliding it into her pussy for “just a little bit” and fucking her against the wall until she managed to rub her clit to a small orgasm, but I indeed saved it.

Afterwards, the three of us got dressed and headed downstairs. Mother had already made brunch, and to our surprise found that she wasn’t alone. Sam sat on a stool at the kitchen island, clad in a fashionable sports bra that included a dozen crisscrossing straps on the back and cutouts that exposed quite a bit of her massive tits in the front, and workout pants that looked like they’d been spray-painted on.

“Helloooo, ladies! Sounded like somebody had a pleasant morning,” she greeted salaciously.

“Good morning, Sam. This is a surprise.” Belle replied.

Mari looked confused and glanced at the clock. “I thought you were picking him up at ten?”

The platinum-blonde beauty shrugged. “I told Beverly I’d be stopping by and she invited me to come over early and chat over breakfast. Don’t mind me though if you’re not quite done with him yet.”

“Oh no, it’s fine. The more the merrier!” Mari said brightly, and she genuinely meant it. She really was so beautiful when she smiled.

“Mariangel, nice to see you this morning,” Mother greeted pleasantly. “Will you and Belle be joining us? I always make extra anticipating Matty’s appetite. The boy eats like a horse.”

Sam grinned. “There’s a different adjective I think of when associating Matty with a horse.”

Mother smirked, immediately getting the allusion. I rubbed my forehead at the mere thought of Mother understanding that particular bit of innuendo.

Belle saved it by replying, “Yes, actually. We’d love to join.”

The five of us moved to the dining table instead of remaining at the kitchen island so we’d have more space. I went to get Belle and Mari drinks, but Mother shooed me out of her kitchen and told me to pay attention to ‘my girls’. She came over a minute later with a carton of orange juice and glasses while the rest of us had already moved the food into the middle of the table. And then to my absolute horror, Belle, Mari, and Sam got into a discussion about our sexual activities right there at the table with my mother present.

“So then Matty carries Belle into the house, tosses a few towels across the couch, and tries to go down on her. But she’s SUPER antsy and yelling, ‘NOW, MATTY, NOW!’ So he finally gives in and pushes right into her without any warmup. I think her pussy is finally getting used to stretching around his fat cock,” Mari explained while Sam leaned forward, arms folded atop the dining table, enraptured by the story.

I studiously stared at my food and tried desperately to NOT notice the way Mother also leaned forward, listening intently.

“Anyway, she came super-duper fast she was so revved up,” Mari continued. “But after that, Belle got this curious look in her eyes and asked, ‘Hey what did you do with Neevie and Zofi last Sunday? We wanna try outfucking them.’”

Sam laughed. “You know I love a good competition.”

“Yes, we know,” Belle giggled.

“Well Matty looked all embarrassed for a bit and said, ‘They did a lot of girl-on-girl stuff.’ And I told him Belle and I were actually really interested in that stuff too. So he had us giving him a tandem blowjob where we were making out with each other with his cock between us. I turned around and rode him facing out so that Belle could lick my pussy at the same time. He finally came inside me, and you already know what Matty’s Little Cumslut did with that.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, I know.”

“Oooh, and then he told us Neevie and Zofi started tribbing. And after the first time we did it at the beginning of the night turned out so awesome, we were THRILLED to do it again.”

Sam shook her head slowly. “You two have really surprised me. I mean, I could already tell that Belle was starting to find other girls attractive even before we were having sex, and once she started sucking creampies I knew it was only a matter of time before she went full lesbo during these little orgies. But you… I never thought shy little Mariangel had it in her.”

Mari beamed proudly. “Matty brings out the best in me.”

Sam actually deflated a little, glanced at me sideways, and sighed. “Yeah, I know.” But her moment of ennui passed quickly, and she sat up straight. “What happened then?”

I already knew where this story was going, so I focused on my plate, wolfed up the rest of the food, and started doing the dishes. Mari kept going and going like a little chatterbox in the background.

I was in the middle of cleaning the non-stick pan when Sam slammed the table and exclaimed, “He did NOT!”

I turned around in surprise, alert for trouble, but Mari was just laughing like a hyena. “Total accident! I mean, he’d managed to pull all the way out and slam it right back in so many times, I figured he had it down cold. But something must’ve gone wrong… or very, very right… because he just went all the way up my ass on the first try.”

“No lube or anything?”

“Nuh-uh. Just boom, pop, ungh, and the next thing I knew he’d collapsed on top of me and he was balls deep up my butt!” Mari was crying she was laughing so hard.

“Good lord, girlfriend. First the deep-throating, and now this? You’ve got a body built for sex.”

Belle jerked her head around and looked at me. I was staring straight at Belle, too, but only for a second before both of our attentions returned to Mari, who had immediately stopped laughing.

But only for a moment. She grinned, thrust her chin out, and said proudly, “Apparently I do. Matty said the same thing. I take it as quite the compliment.”

“It is,” Sam enthused with a smile, but it was a weak smile, and even from across the kitchen I could see the pained look on her face. “I used to think I was this sex goddess, but over the last couple of months you’ve put me to shame.”

Mari suddenly looked very maternal, and she reached out to put her hand on top of Sam’s forearm. “Hey, don’t be like that. You ARE a sex goddess. You’re my idol when it comes to this stuff, don’t you know that?”

Sam frowned. “What? Your idol?”

“You’ve always been so confident, so poised, so in charge and in command. You have no idea how many times I’ve wished I could be more like you,” Mari stated seriously before taking a long, deep breath. “You ARE a sex goddess, and I’m sorry if I upset you in any way just now. I know you’re competitive, but I never meant to make you feel bad.”

“No, it’s not you. I really am happy for you. My mood right now has nothing to do with you or Belle or anything. I’m fine.”

“Samantha…” Mother said gently, her tone and expression telling me she knew a lot more about what was going on than anyone else in the room.

“It’s fine. Really. I’m fine,” Sam waved dismissively before turning around in her seat. “Hey, Matty, ready to go?”

I blinked. “Where are we going?”

“To get you some cardio.”

Belle snorted. “Matty gets plenty of cardio.”

“Different kind of cardio.” Sam smirked. “But hopefully your recent spike in training has helped your endurance. You’re already dressed fine. Just grab your running shoes and let’s go.”

I blinked. “Wait, we’re seriously going running? Each of you girls gets one-on-one time with me this weekend and your choice is to go running?”

“What? I always go running on Sunday mornings. Worried you can’t keep up?” Her expression was smug and there was a challenge in her voice.

“Uh, no, I’m pretty sure I’ll crush it.”

Sam grinned. “We’ll see about that.”

****

Our suburban neighborhood had put an emphasis on green space during development which resulted in some pretty good trails - both dirt for running and asphalt for biking - that wound around parks, alongside creeks, and between different housing tracts. Sam got me to chug a glass of water before we got going while I complained, “Aren’t people supposed to wait an hour after eating before exercise?”

“You’ll be fine. Stop whining,” she scolded like a parent.

After pausing to give Belle and Mari quick pecks, I obediently followed Sam out the front door, and together we walked at a brisk pace over to the nearest trail we could access two short blocks away. I knew from past experience that it ran for half a mile between our housing tract and the neighboring one, and then connected to an asphalt trail that followed the creek before hitting a big city park with a lake in the middle. If we made it all the way to the lake, went around the lake, and came back, it would be about five miles, most of that on dirt trail.

Sam was silent, wearing her “game face”. Like I said, she was a driven young woman, and when she set her mind to something, nothing would get in her way. I didn’t feel particularly competitive but understood that my role this morning was to keep up with her. And hey, maybe she was planning to find some quiet place behind some bushes and get my “outdoor” cherry. Although nervous at the idea of getting caught, I wasn’t so nervous as to think of turning her down.

So with that in mind, once she started up I simply followed her pace and ran alongside her.

Running between two housing tracts, we had the place to ourselves and we were able to run side-by-side. But once we hit the creek, there was significantly more two-way traffic from both bicyclists and other runners. I wound up tucking in right behind Sam, which turned out to be quite an improvement.

People considered these trails to be fairly scenic. There was a lot of grass between the housing tracts, following the creek offered a glimpse of nature, and the park and its lake with ducks and geese were even more picturesque. But none of them could compare to the sight of Sam’s ass squished into skintight spandex.

I found myself calling up memories of the good times I’d had with that ass. I remembered fondling the globes while she sat in my lap, dry humping herself against my erection out on Matty’s Chair. I remembered the sight of her wet body bent over in front of me in the shower the first time we had shower sex. I remembered the sight of her anus gaping wide open and not closing back up after I’d just finished slamming my dick through her backdoor over and over again.

It occurred to me that I hadn’t sodomized that ass in a long time now, since the little orgy at the end of winter break. Not that I had much to complain about having violated Naimh’s crinkled butthole nearly every chance we could get, and Mari’s twice in the past few hours. But that just gave me incentive to keep up with her and fantasize about revisiting that beautiful bubble butt soon. Maybe even out here behind the bushes.

It turned out that I needed the incentive. Fucking as often as I did had certainly improved my cardiovascular health, but it didn’t help quite so much with my leg muscle endurance. By the time we got to the lake my feet were starting to feel like lead weights, and even though we now had enough room for me to run alongside her, I found myself unable to actually keep up.

She would glance back at me every now and again, just to make sure I was still there. If I was dragging, she would slow her pace a bit so I could close the gap. The closer her ass, the harder I ran. But if she ever looked back and saw me immediately behind her, she picked up the pace again, and I seriously struggled to stay with her.

In all fairness, she had been consistently running five miles or more every weekend for who knows how long. This would be the first time I’d tried to run five miles since… Actually, I’m not sure I ever tried to run five miles before. I almost didn’t make it. By that point, I didn’t even care that we’d never stopped to have outdoor sex. I was too worried about having a heart attack before I got home.

Mother opened the front door for Sam when she rang the bell. I was still staggering up the driveway, soaking wet and absolutely exhausted. Meanwhile, Sam stood on the front porch looking fresh as a daisy. Sure, she was sweaty and flushed and wearing a smile just as wide as if I’d given her an amazing orgasm, but she didn’t even look winded.

“W… water… water…” I gasped as I stumbled through the front door right after her, still chasing that ass but finding it forever out of reach.

Mother clucked her tongue, flashed me a smirk, and headed into the kitchen. I waited right where I was, bent over at the waist with my hands on my knees gasping for oxygen.

Arms folded across her chest, Sam smiled at me and said sardonically, “Yeah, you totally crushed that.”

“I… I shoulda worn a different shirt,” I wheezed. There wasn’t a dry spot anywhere on my t-shirt, which clung to me like a second skin.

“Yeah, uh-huh. Your shirt was the source of all your troubles,” she said in the same tone.

“Gimme a break. I don’t think I’ve ever run five miles before.”

Sam smiled broadly. “Well if that’s true, you actually didn’t do half bad. Surprised you didn’t crap out halfway.”

I managed a winning smile as I looked up at her. “You’re beautiful enough that I’d have chased you anywhere.”

Sam looked surprised at the compliment, and her skin flushed more than that run had made her do. A second later she sniffed and turned away, taking two steps toward the hallway before spinning back. And in an obviously annoyed tone, she thrust out a hand palm-up at me and complained, “Now why did you have to go and say that?”

I frowned, confused. “Huh?”

She sighed and shook her head ruefully. “I was just starting to get into my head that you were just another pathetic little male who couldn’t keep up with me anyway, which started to make me feel better about the power dynamic between us, and then you had to go and give me a compliment like THAT and now I’m…”

Her voice trailed off as she clenched her eyes shut, turned, and walked away.

“Sam?” I gasped, reaching toward her for just a second before having to put my hand back down on my knee.

Mother arrived just then, holding a sports bottle of water in her hands. She frowned at me and asked, “What did you just say to her?”

Still hunched over, I wheezed, “I dunno. I told her she was so beautiful it motivated me to keep running after her.”

Mother furrowed her eyebrows and looked thoughtful for a moment. Then she handed me the water bottle and went after Sam.

I took a big swig of water and looked around. Belle and Mari had clearly left already, and with Mother going after Sam, I figured I might as well try to get cleaned up. I headed upstairs, stripped out of my sweaty clothes, and stumbled into the shower. It was only a little after 10am, and I wasn’t due to head over to Zofi’s until 1pm. As I braced my hands against the shower wall and let the water hit the top of my head, I tried to catch my breath and ponder my options.

Maybe I should’ve gone after Sam and coaxed her into the shower with me. Cleaning up together was always fun. Maybe she’d be waiting in my bed when I got out, and we could get filthy all over again. Whatever the case, I knew I’d have to call up my energy reserves for the challenge that still lay ahead. Sam was the kind of girl who demanded my very best, and even if my legs were shot, I would have to use my other skills to ensure I properly satisfied her.

It never occurred to me that Sam would leave while I was showering, and yet that’s exactly what happened in the end. I emerged to find an empty bedroom, got dressed, and headed back downstairs.

Mother looked up from her spot in the living room when I arrived. She gave me an apologetic look and said, “She’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

****

I was walking a little slowly as I trudged up the sidewalk to front door of my fourth and final “date” of the weekend. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself to be “in love” with Zofi before ringing the doorbell. But when the door opened, instead of staring at the exquisitely beautiful face of my girlfriend in front of me, I found myself staring at the equally exquisitely beautiful face of her mother.

“Uh, good afternoon, Missus Zee,” I greeted reflexively, mentally castigating myself for leading with “uh” and then not saying her entire last name.

But despite my brief worry over not making a good enough first impression, Zofi’s mom actually smiled at me and gestured for me to enter. “Hello, Matthew. Come on in. They’re in front of the TV already,” she stated in a thick accent.

I nodded and walked a little gingerly down the hallway, my legs already stiffening up from this morning’s exertion. Zofi brightened as soon as she saw me, exclaiming gleefully, “Matty!” She ran up and gave me a fierce hug, followed by grabbing my head and adding a fierce kiss.

I held the kiss for just a few seconds before breaking it and looking rather bashfully at her dad, who sat on the couch wearing a Joe Montana #16 jersey.

He did not appear to be upset, but rather gestured at my jersey and said admiringly, “John Taylor! I am impressed.”

I picked at my #82 jersey and smiled. “Everybody has Jerry Rice jerseys, no offense,” I commented while gesturing to Zofi’s #80 jersey beside me. “I tend to appreciate the teammates who otherwise get overlooked.”

“A noble endeavor,” he said appreciatively. “Come, sit! Game is about to start.”

Zofi wrapped her arm around mine. “Sit with me.” Her blue eyes sparkled.

I smiled and rubbed her arm. “Anytime.”

****

The game itself was unimportant, as were the two teams playing. I mean yeah, they were playing to make it into the Super Bowl next Sunday, but I was far more interested in watching the interaction between Zofi and her dad.

It was clear he had taught her most everything he knew. Even now, when she was already a pretty knowledgeable fan, he would still automatically get into teaching mode pointing out how the offense would set up in a certain formation in order to make the defense adjust, or explain that the weakside linebacker was showing a blitz based on his alignment. I watched the way he beamed with pride when the offense ran a reverse three seconds AFTER Zofi had already predicted it.

In a way, their dynamic reminded me of the way Alice and I played video games or talked comic books together. That’s not to say that Zofi couldn’t have become a football fan on her own eventually, but it seemed to me that the core reason she did become a die-hard Niners fan was because it was the main way she could bond with her father. They’d built their relationship around a shared love of the sport, much in the way my relationship with Alice had become based on gaming.

Despite my supposed purpose of my presence being to help “prove” Zofi had a boyfriend, I was pretty much an afterthought. Zofi and her dad were quite seriously into the game, and I was sort of the bystander who occasionally made a comment or got asked a question every twenty minutes or so when Zofi realized she wasn’t paying me much attention. I wasn’t the only one who noticed, either.

It was late in the third quarter when I got up to get a refill of my coke. Zofi’s mom was in the kitchen and asked, “Can I get you something?”

I held up my empty glass as an answer, and she crossed to the refrigerator to retrieve the 2-liter bottle for me.

“Don’t take it personally,” she advised while head nodding into the TV room.

“Take what personally?”

She smiled while handing me the refilled glass. “Zofia and her father. They have always been like this when the game is on. I am like sliced bread in this house.”

“Oh, I don’t take it personally at all. She looks so happy. And to think I didn’t even know until recently she was such a football fan.”

“You did not?” Mrs. Z looked surprised.

I shook my head. “I’ve known Zofi for years, but she had never talked about football before. It was only after we started, uh, dating that it ever came up.” I certainly didn’t want to admit that I’d been in her bedroom twice over winter break without her parents around.

“Zofi’s father started teaching her when she was very small. She has grown up with the game. But it is not a surprise she did not discuss this at school. I do not think many of her friends think about football the way she does.”

“They don’t,” I replied with a chuckle, thinking about how the rest of BTC couldn’t care less about football. Even Alice didn’t really give a crap, although she was at least into basketball and followed the Golden State Warriors. “But I’m very glad she has been able to bond with her father in this way. To be honest, I wish there had been something like that to help me build a relationship with my parents.”

Zofi’s mom frowned as she studied me for a moment. “When is the last time you saw your father?”

I popped my eyebrows and had to think about it. “Uh, two or three years? I’m not sure.”

“If you are not sure, then it has been far too long.”

I shrugged. “He stopped being a part of my life long before that. I got used to it.”

“Are you close with your mother?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “She works all the time and doesn’t usually come home until late in the evening. I know she has a boyfriend, but I’ve never met the guy. I guess you could say I’m pretty independent at this stage of my life. But in all fairness, I’ve been seeing a lot more of her lately, and I think our relationship has actually been improving.”

“I am happy for you. It is important for young people to have a strong relationship with their parents.”

I nodded. “I know that what making you and her dad proud of her is very important to Zofi. She values your opinion of her quite a lot.”

The older woman’s eyebrows went up. “Really? This is news to me. I feel like everything I say to that girl goes in one ear and out the other.”

I chuckled. “Well, at least what she’s told me about you suggests she very much wants your approval. Dance, for example, was your passion when you were younger, wasn’t it? Don’t get me wrong, she enjoys dancing on its own merits. But where having all of this football knowledge makes her dad proud of her, she also knows that excelling at dance gives her something to make you proud of her as well.”

“I AM proud of her; she is an excellent dancer. We both know she will not ever make a career of it, as I did not.” She smiled while gesturing up and down at her own figure, which like Zofi’s, was rather too tall and too top-heavy to ever be a contemporary dancer. “But this does not diminish my pride in her accomplishments.”

I tried (and failed) not to let my eyes linger on the older woman’s curvaceous figure and proud breasts, but quickly schooled my face and brought my gaze back up to her bright blue eyes which seemed to twinkle as she caught me checking her out. Blushing slightly and looking back out to the TV room, I shrugged and said, “I’ve never really known what it feels like to have a parent be proud of you. I never cared much what my parents thought of me; that was just the nature of our relationship. Zofi, on the other hand,” I led, thinking of my own presence here as a fake boyfriend, “I know she’ll go to great lengths in her desire to make you happy… Or at the very least, make you ‘not mad’.”

Mrs. Z chuckled at that last part and stood up a little straighter, as if evaluating me in a new light. “Thank you for saying this. It makes me believe you are a good influence on my daughter.”

I blushed and tried not to think of all the things I’d done ‘to’ her daughter that most parents would not approve of. “You are very kind.”

She continued to stare at me in silence, just a little bit too intensely, but just when I started to feel a little unnerved by her gaze, Zofi called from the TV room. “Matty! They’re in the red zone!”

With a smile, I saluted Mrs. Z with my glass of coke and said, “Thank you.”

“Enjoy the rest of the football,” she replied with a warm smile, and I headed back to finish the game.

****

The game had been over for less than five minutes when Zofi closed the bedroom door behind her and started leading me over to her bed.

“Uh, are you allowed to shut the door like that?” I asked nervously as she sat me down on the side of the mattress and quickly straddled my lap. “Most parents would NOT be okay with their daughter being in a bedroom behind a closed door.”

“MOST parents aren’t worried their daughter is a closet lesbian or secretly hope she’s finally lost her virginity,” Zofi giggled while wrapping her arms around my head and giving me a sweet kiss. Ten seconds later, she pulled her lips off of mine and husked deeply from only an inch away, “I asked my mom to help me get a birth control prescription.”

My eyes flew open WIDE. “You did what?”

Zofi giggled. “I’m telling you: she got excited.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I thought you said your parents were conservative.”

“Conservative in the sense that they’re Catholic and believe homosexuality is a sin, they complain about illegal immigration, and are kinda racist if you ask me. But when it comes to premarital sex, mom said she lost her virginity when she was fifteen. I’m like… WAY behind.”

I blinked twice. “Oh.”

“So don’t worry about the door. I’m just so happy you’re here, doing this for me. I really appreciate it, you know. I’m sure you’d rather be with Neevie or Belle getting your brains fucked out. Instead, you had to sit next to me for the last four hours watching me get all absorbed in the game with my dad. Sorry about that, by the way.”

I shook my head and nuzzled her nose. “Don’t be. I was happy to see you so happy.”

“I was. Sitting with my two favorite men in the world. Now let me say ‘thank you’ properly.”

With that, Zofi pecked my nose quickly and then slinked off the bed so she could kneel on the floor. Along the way, her hands grabbed at my jeans as she fiddled with the zipper and button.

“Whoa, whoa, your parents are right outside!”

“I KNOW. That’s the point, remember?”

I grimaced. “Please tell me you’re not gonna walk out the door with a pool of cum on your tongue just so you can show your mom.”

Zofi frowned and then brightened. “That’s not a bad idea, but no, not gonna do that.”

“Zo-fi,” I warned a little. “Remember the minivan.”

“I do remember the minivan and I swear I’m not doing this trying to prove something to my mom.” By now she was able to drag my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and start working them off my feet. “I’m doing this because I want to, alright? You’re being such a good boyfriend for me and I genuinely wanna say thank you, alright? Do I need to get my dangling earrings for you?”

“Alright, alright, if you say you really want to. And no you don’t need to get the earrings.”

Zofi beamed at me, an impish twinkle in her bright blue eyes that for some reason reminded me of the look her mom had given me in the kitchen. My dick was only half-hard from worry over Zofi’s ulterior motives, but her agile left hand pumping and her supple lips nibbling on my mushroom head quickly had be growing up to full mast. And within a minute the exquisitely beautiful brunette was bobbing her head up and down in my lap while I cradled her head and bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud.

The whole situation was rather surreal, both of us still dressed in Niners gear. Seriously, I never expected to ever get a blowjob from someone wearing a Jerry Rice jersey. But I didn’t hold myself back. Fearful of getting caught, I didn’t want to prolong the encounter any more than necessary. Fortunately, the view of such a gorgeous creature of femininity staring up at me with her beautiful blue eyes while lavishing her oral love all over my elongated schlong had me ready to blow in just a few minutes.

“Zofi… Zofi…” I moaned, unable to completely keep quiet. “I’m gonna… gonna… uuuunnnnngggghhh…”

She had stopped bobbing her head in order to milk my shaft for my seed with just her left hand. Once I grunted, she stopped pumping and pushed her face down a little deeper around my shaft, gulping as I began to feed her. At the same time, I gripped her head to keep her from backing away and filled my “girlfriend’s” sucking mouth with my steaming semen.

She swallowed every drop and even gaped her mouth at the end to show there wasn’t anything left on her tongue. With a grin, she helped me pull my pants back up and then climbed onto the bed beside me so we could cuddle while sitting up against the wall.

“That was really nice,” I complimented her. “You’re getting better.”

Zofi chuckled. “I’ve no interest in becoming the BJ Queen of the BTC, but thank you for the compliment.”

“Want me to return the favor?”

“Nu-uh,” she replied with a shake of her head, resting against my chest with her left arm beneath my lower back and her right arm across my midsection. “Just hold me.”

I held her.

“So why are you walking funny?” she asked, a little out of the blue. “I wanted to ask earlier but didn’t want to put you on the spot in front of my parents in case it was something sex-related.”

“Not sex-related,” I told her. “Sam took me on a five-mile run this morning.”

Zofi snorted and started laughing so hard she choked a little. When she finally recovered, she sat up and looked at me. “Really? Here I was thinking one of the girls decided to get revenge and stuck a dildo up your ass or something.”

I blinked twice. “Uh, no. And if you want me to keep roleplaying your boyfriend that thought is to NEVER enter your head ever again.”

Zofi started laughing even harder.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. When Zofi finally settled down and set her head against my chest again, I explained, “No seriously, Sam was in my kitchen chatting with Mother when Belle, Mari, and I came downstairs. For some reason, Mari got it into her head to explain all the sexual activities we’d gotten up to the night before, in great detail, in front of my mother, and--”

I had to stop because Zofi was laughing again, this time with actual tears coming down her cheeks. It took FOREVER for her to calm down again.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” she apologized even while continuing to laugh like a hyena.

Finally, she wiped her eyes, and this time instead of laying her head down against my chest, she crossed her legs into a lotus position atop the bed as she faced me. With perfect upright posture, she gave me an amused look and asked, “So what happened then?”

I shrugged. “Sam said she wanted to go for a run. I was a little surprised. I mean, each of you gets a one-on-one with me this weekend and her bright idea was to go running?”

Zofi made a face and shrugged. “Makes sense, actually.”

I frowned. “Makes sense?”

Zofi winced, and for a moment I think she realized she’d given something away. Her eyes went to the upper left corner as she stated a little unconvincingly, “Uh, well, she does go running every Sunday morning. If that was her timeslot it sorta makes sense she wouldn’t want to miss it.”

“Somehow I don’t think you really believe that.” I sighed. “And then we had this awkward moment after getting back when I gave her a compliment. She kinda walked off, I went to take a shower, and when I got back, she’d already left.”

“Oh, that makes sense then.” Zofi frowned. “I mean, I thought you had a lot more cum than I’d have expected after an overnight with Belle and Mari, and then spending the morning with Sam. I had to keep swallowing for like, forever.”

“Uh, sorry?”

Zofi giggled and waved me off. But then she took a deep breath, sighed, and gave me a sad look. “Still, I didn’t think she’d… I mean, she’d talked about it but--”

Zofi’s voice cut off as she covered her mouth and popped her eyes open, looking scared that she’d already said too much.

After already wondering what was going on with Sam this morning, and now having Zofi turn cryptic on me, I asked rather impatiently, “She’d talked about what?”

Zofi looked back at me, winced, and said apologetically, “I don’t think it’s really my place to say.”

“Whatever you know, can you please tell me what’s going on?”

“I really think this is a conversation you need to have one-on-one with Sam.”

“Fine, I’ll go over to her place right after this. But you can’t let me walk in there blind.” I turned both of my hands palms up. “Zofi… please… what’s going on?”

Her grimace deepened. “I… Matty… She’s my best friend. I can’t tell you things she’s said to me in confidence.”

Pursing my lips, I took a deep breath and sighed. “Well maybe you can’t tell me anything, but you can’t stop me from speculating in front of you. Now I don’t pretend to be the most perceptive guy on the planet (I know: serious understatement there), but let me try to connect the dots here.”

Zofi frowned, not yet sure where I was going with this.

“One,” I began while touching my right index finger to the tip of my left index finger, both hands otherwise closed into fists, “Neevie asks permission to date me and Sam insists she doesn’t mind so long as Neevie doesn’t take me away from the BTC.”

Zofi shrugged like this was a non-starter.

“Two.” I touched my right index finger to my left middle finger now. “Everything’s fine for about a week, I go on my double-date with your parents, and you come over and have an amazing threesome with me and Neevie. I’m assuming you then had to call your best friend and give her all the details. I show up to school Monday morning and find out the rest of you, including Sam, have scheduled one-on-one dates with me for the following weekend, which is happening right now.”

Zofi frowned and muttered, “I’m not sure where you’re going with this.”

“Three.” Ring finger now. “Sam skips studying with Belle, Mari, and me on Monday. Now the previous time she missed a Monday, she came over after dinner hoping to just show up and get some great orgasms, which she did I’m proud to say. But then this past Monday, she came over in the evening and yet did NOT have sex with me. She spent the whole time chatting with my mother.”

Now Zofi started to sweat a little. I could see in her expression that I was getting on the right track.

“Now the two of you did have a threesome with me on Wednesday, but if I’m being honest, she was basically making love with you while you both happened to be riding me at opposite ends. After that, the three of us teamed up on Neevie under the guise of making sure she felt taken care of before getting grounded this weekend. And then on Friday, I remember she gave me part of a blowjob while we had a group thing, but that’s basically it - definitely not standard Sam participation.”

“What are you getting at?” Zofi frowned.

“Four.” I touched my pinky.

“Shouldn’t it be five now?” Zofi interjected.

“Whatever, I don’t give a shit.” I held out both hands. “This morning Sam shows up early for our ‘date’, ends up talking to my mother (which, yeah, I know she’s been doing a lot lately), runs me into the ground so I can barely walk let alone get an erection, and then takes off before I get out of the shower. So I really only see two possible explanations here.”

Zofi furrowed her eyebrows and held out both of her hands, waiting for me to guess.

“First explanation (and perhaps I’m being super-egotistical here): Sam’s in love with me, but she’s jealous of my relationship with Neevie because well, we know she’s got a jealous-slash-competitive streak. She thought she’d be fine with it, but as time went on, she realized she wasn’t as fine with it, so she’s withdrawing emotionally and doesn’t want to be in love with me even though she is so when I paid her a compliment after running she got a little heartache and ran away.”

Zofi closed her eyes, held up both index fingers, and wore a slightly pained expression that made me think there was a kernel of truth to what I was saying and yet at the same time had everything completely wrong. The urge to correct me on the things I had wrong was tearing her up inside, given the parameters of her friendship with Sam to not tell me the things her best friend had said in confidence. And finally she muttered, “Ungh, uhhh… okay, okay… I figure I can at least tell you this much: she’s not jealous of your relationship with Neevie. She said she’d be fine with it and really, she’s fine with it.”

I exhaled a sigh of relief.

Then Zofi asked, “What’s your second explanation?”

“My second explanation? Uh, actually…” I frowned. “I’m not sure I have a second explanation. I mean… if I’m being paranoid… I guess I might think there was another guy involved.”

Zofi’s eyes got BIG.

I frowned at her reaction. “Wait… IS there another guy involved?”

She winced and shook her head in the negative quite vigorously but didn’t actually reply verbally.

I wasn’t totally convinced, and now my mind started churning. “Well… if there WAS another guy involved… like maybe Sam’s interested in him but doesn’t yet know where things are going with him so she’s kinda slow-playing the BTC still messing around with the rest of us so as not to give up the secret the way she usually tries to get away with this stuff for a couple of weeks before the guilt eats at her and she confesses all.”

Zofi’s face went a little white.

“It would at least explain why she’s no longer using me as a booty call out of loyalty to some new guy, especially after you just said earlier you were surprised we didn’t hook up this morning. Like, maybe she’d talked to you about cutting off the booty calls so she wouldn’t feel so guilty about them, but you weren’t expecting her to start already. And then when I complimented her, she felt bad about stringing me along and not telling me the truth so she ran away.”

Again, Zofi closed her eyes and started making small gestures with both index fingers, wearing that slightly pained expression that told me there were at least a few things I had right. And the idea that I was even slightly right about another guy being involved made me feel quite… jealous.

I told myself immediately that I had no right to be jealous. I mean yeah, the whole school thought I was the BTC’s boyfriend, but that didn’t mean Sam was actually my girlfriend. Neevie was my committed girlfriend, on the other hand, so I would have every right to be jealous if she took an interest in another guy. Belle, likewise, had promised me she wouldn’t hook up with any other guys at least until the end of the year. But nobody else had made me any such promises, most especially Sam. I mean, I sort of figured Alice wouldn’t promise me her virginity and then go find some other boyfriend. Zofi was still playing the role of my girlfriend and telling me she’d asked her mom for birth control pills seemed to declare her intentions pretty well. And while Mari had promised me nothing, the way she talked about me being the only man who she felt safe with gave me a certain sense of both responsibility and… quite frankly… ownership.

But Sam had always been her own woman. She’d never asked my permission to hook up with other guys in the past, and nothing ever said between us would lead me to think she would feel the need to do so in the future. We were friends – friends with benefits, yes – but just friends. I had no right to feel jealous over her. And yet… I did.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn’t just because I’d miss the sex. I really cared about Sam. I really had feelings for Sam. And all of a sudden, I really, really wanted to see her tonight – not just to get answers for her recent behavior – but to make sure she was alright.

I had very strong feelings for Naimh.

I had very strong feelings for Alice.

I had very strong feelings for Belle.

I had very strong feelings for Mari.

I had very strong feelings for Zofi.

And I had very strong feelings for Sam.

Love?

I had no fucking clue what love really was. I’d thrown around the words like they were gummy bears – and I had a whole barrel full of them in my house.

Love? Infatuation? A simple crush? Lust? Affection? Concern? Responsibility? Fondness? Attachment? Possessiveness?

I was an 18-year-old boy only a couple of weeks into my very first real dating relationship. What the fuck did I really know about love?

But whatever I felt, I knew I felt it for Sam.

“Zofi…” I began in a low, intense tone. “IS there another guy involved?”

Zofi winced. “It’s not what you think.”

I raised my eyebrows, my voice a warning, “Zofi…”

She quailed before me, looking both scared and apologetic at the same time. “I… uhhh…”

“Tell me there isn’t someone else.”

Zofi clenched her eyes shut and cowered.

I got off the bed and turned around, staring at her with both hurt and shock on my face. “Zofi, please.”

Finally, in a quiet voice, she admitted, “Sam went out with a guy last night.”

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