The Big Tits Club: Chapter 3

-- CHAPTER 3: Study Breaks --

“So what happened then?” Belle’s eyes flicked to the prominent bulge in my shorts, but she quickly returned her attention to my face.

I shrugged, folded my arms behind my head, and reclined back against the headboard in her bedroom. Only an hour earlier I’d sent Holly home un-fucked but satisfied nonetheless. I took a shower, felt the need to talk to someone, and walked next door to see Belle.

“I ate her out until she pushed my head away and curled up on her side, just like before. She actually tried to teach me for five minutes, telling me to go softer or harder or to push another finger inside her. But after her first orgasm she kinda got incoherent, so I just went to town making up stuff as I went.”

“Well she obviously enjoyed it.”

I nodded. “When she finally recovered, she took one look at my throbbing erection and pounced on it. She said she wanted to try deep-throating me, but she kept choking and couldn’t quite pull it off.”

“Was your dick too long or too fat?”

“I, uh, I dunno. I didn’t stop to ask.”

Belle laughed.

“In the end I came in her mouth, she swallowed it all, and then gave me a quick peck on the lips and said thanks for a fun evening. We got dressed and she left. That’s it.”

“That’s it? Did you make any plans to hook up again? Maybe go on a date?”

“A date? Didn’t you hear the whole part about how she’s not into having steady boyfriends?”

Belle shrugged. “One date does not make a steady boyfriend. I’m just saying, if the whole night was that enjoyable for both of you, one would think you’d talk about doing it again.”

I shook my head. “Not a good idea. She’d want to have sex, and I’d have to turn her down again, and she really didn’t like the feeling of rejection.”

“Yeah, exactly why DID you reject her?” Belle screwed her face up. “I mean, when the rest of us went home last night, we all assumed you were going to wake up this morning an ex-virgin.”

I averted my eyes and shrugged. “I just told her I wasn’t ready yet. That I had performance anxiety and couldn’t go through with it.”

“Yeah, you said that. But knowing what I know about Holly, she would’ve just tried to convince you otherwise. Believe me, that girl was HOT to get you buried deep inside her pussy last night, and all you’d have to do was lay there and let her ride you. If you popped off early, so what? She’d just suck you hard so you could try again. I can’t believe she’d back off with so simple a deflection. And then despite your rejection, things were patched up enough that you still went down on each other afterwards. So what DID you say to her?”

“That was it,” I lied, shaking my head. “I told her I wasn’t ready, and she wasn’t going to rape me or anything, so she accepted it. And maybe I really am that good at eating pussy that she was happy to settle for a few more oral orgasms. Simple as that.”

“Matty, this is me. I can tell when you’re hiding something.”

“Belle, seriously.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t push you. Yet.” She got a teasing smirk on her face that let me know she was going to worm the truth out of me eventually.

I sighed, trying to figure out how I was going to hide the truth. I knew the idea that I was saving myself for the BTC would be a bomb that could fracture the whole group. The girls would either feel obligated to have one of them put out for me, which could start a chain reaction of them squabbling about which one of them should get my cherry and disrupt the balance of the group for the same reasons none of them was allowed to date me. Or, NONE of them might want to have sex with me and the pressure of hanging out with a guy you KNOW wants to have sex with YOU could strain my relationships with them and ruin the comfortable, “safe” bond that we’d formed over the years.

I’d explained all this to Holly and asked her not to tell Sam the exact reason I’d turned her down. Holly had offered to lie and claim she DID get my cherry, and I’d been sorely tempted to take her up on that offer. But the idea of going around pretending I’d lost my virginity, and then somehow answering the avalanche of questions I’d get from the BTC about said de-virginization without losing my mind, did not appeal.

Fortunately, Belle was no longer scrutinizing me and didn’t notice my contemplative state. She looked pretty contemplative herself, reclining on one side across her bed propped up on one elbow and holding her cheek in her palm.

“So what was it like?” she asked quietly, without looking at me.

“What was what like?”

“Oral. What did it feel like to have her mouth on you?”

I grinned at the memory. “It felt incredible.”

“Better than masturbation?”

“WAY better.”

Belle shivered, and I noticed the way her nipples started poking through her sweater. I also noticed the way her free hand drifted down from her hip, rubbing her thigh as it moved closer to her crotch.

“You imagining Holly putting her mouth on me?” I asked quietly. “Maybe imagining you putting your mouth on me?”

“Matty!” she yelped and gave me a scandalized look.

“Imagining ME going down on YOU?”

“Matty.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Ah, I see. Imagining Holly going down on you.”

She sat up and threw a pillow at me while I laughed.

“Hey, fair’s fair. You girls are always teasing me.”

She pursed her lips and mused on that. “You’re right. We do.” Sitting up straight, the petite strawberry-blonde crossed her legs and leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. And in sensuously thick voice, she began, “Fine, I admit it. I AM fantasizing about putting my mouth on you, and this isn’t the first time. I fantasize about sucking your big, throbbing dick a lot, actually. Two weeks ago, we were eating dinner with my dad. I pictured myself crawling underneath the dining table and cramming every last inch of your beautiful cock between my lips and giving you the most incredible blowjob until you filled me with gallons of sperm. But in MY dreams, I can do the deep-throat Holly couldn’t quite pull off. I’d be better for you than she was.”

“Okay, okay, you can stop now.” I averted my eyes and held up my hands defensively. “You’ve made your point.”

Breathing hard, Belle slid one hand beneath the hem of her sweater, which was tight enough for me to see the outline of her fingers inching upwards until she’d started cupping one of her own D-cup breasts, all while adding, “And yeah, I was imagining you going down on me. You have no idea how many nights I lay awake at night fingering myself while imagining you and your long tongue are between my legs.”

“Belle…” I warned.

“I’m so jealous of Holly, you know that? She actually got to feel you cumming down her throat while I can only fantasize.”

“Belle,” I said a little more strongly.

“Do you realize how many times I’ve lain awake in bed wishing you’d come lick ME to an orgasm?” Belle’s other hand slid into her crotch. “And then fucking HOLLY who you barely even know got what, six from you? Seven?”

“BELLE. Stop it.” I barked quite loudly, grabbing one of her pillows and throwing it at her. “The teasing’s not fun anymore.”

She’d pulled her hand out of her sweater to block the pillow, and now sat up straight as well. In a challenging voice, she intoned, “Who’s teasing?”

“Hell, B. You don’t need to make up crazy shit like that just to mess with me.”

She gave me a serious look. “I didn’t make up a thing.”

I blinked twice and frowned at her. “What?”

She repeated, more slowly this time so she could enunciate each word, “I didn’t make up a thing.”

I kept blinking and shook my head, not quite believing what she was telling me. “Seriously?”

“Is it really such a surprise? We ALL fantasize about you. Just like YOU fantasize about us, don’t you?”

“That’s different. I’m a guy.”

“And what, girls don’t fantasize? Please,” she scoffed.

“But you never said anything like THAT before. All the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?”

“That shit was real.” Belle shrugged. “And I really have lain awake at night right here in this very bed dreaming about you crawling between my legs and eating me out to incredible orgasms.” She pointed at a spot between my knees for emphasis.

“And ALL the girls have had these kinds of fantasies about me?”

“Well, you, Keanu, and Brat Pitt.”

I thought about that. “Fair enough.”

“You gonna say you haven’t had the exact same kinds of fantasies about all of us?”

I was about to nod, but caught myself and winced. “Well…”

Belle noticed and frowned. “I know. Everyone but me, right?” Shaking her head, she turned and slipped off the bed.

“You’re gorgeous, B. I just--”

“I know, I know. I’m like a sister to you.” She stretched out the word as if it was a curse.

“You’re my Annabelle. And that’s a good thing!”

“Is it?”

“C’mon. You can’t say I’m not like a brother to you.”

“You’re like a sexy STEP-brother to me.” Shaking her head again, Belle paced away toward the door, but she only took a few steps before turning back to face me. “Look, I know you try not to objectify me. I get where your heart comes from. But I don’t have the same problem fantasizing about you. I KNOW we’re not related, and I know you’d treat me right if we ever did cross that line.”

“But we can’t cross that line, even if we wanted to. We have The Rule for a reason, one that has nothing to do with our brother-sister relationship. We could never do that to the rest of the BTC.”

“I know, I know. I just…” Shaking her head, she gave me a helpless look. “You’re hot and sexy and I can’t help but fantasize. A girl can dream. Just like I’m sure you dream about sticking your dick between Sam’s big tits and blowing a load all over her face. That would be crossing a line, but you still think about it, don’t you?”

I chuckled. “Well I certainly am now.”

Belle waved dismissively. “Can we please just forget I ever said anything?”

I shrugged helplessly. “I dunno. Those fantasies you told me are gonna be kinda hard to forget.”

“Then do it as a favor to me, your Annabelle. Maybe fantasies should just be left as what they are: fantasies. Everybody’s entitled to a little fantasy, right?”

“Of course.”

“I just really want to make sure I haven’t screwed up my relationship with you. You’re my Matthew as much as I’m your Annabelle. We can’t afford to get awkward around each other just because you know I’ve masturbated to thoughts about you.”

I gave her a reassuring smile. “Actually, it’s quite flattering. I’d like to think ALL of the girls have masturbated to thoughts about me.”

Belle nodded. “Oh they have. They’ve all told me about some of their fantasies. It’s just part of... Well... Let’s just say the BTC has a unique social dynamic.”

I grinned. “I’ll say.”

“So we’re good? No awkward feelings?”

I nodded. “We’re good.” With that, I opened my arms.

Holding back tears of relief, Belle ran and launched herself into my hug.

****

In the morning, the BTC girls didn’t waste any time coming to get the first-hand scoop about what really happened between me and Holly last night.

It started with Alice. She was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Literally, the first words out of her mouth were, “Is it true that you turned down Holly because you were saving yourself for the BTC?”

I blinked twice and looked around to make sure nobody else was nearby. Other people were walking in from the parking lot, so I quickly grabbed Alice by the elbow and pulled her toward a quiet corner where I could at least have my back to a wall and see if anyone was eavesdropping, and Belle followed. “Where the hell would you get that idea?” I hissed.

“Neevie told me,” Alice whispered, understanding the need for secrecy. “She got it from Zofi, who got it from Sam, who talked to Holly like five minutes after she left your house.”

Belle stepped in closer. “That’s why you turned Holly down? You told her you were saving yourself for us?”

Belle read the stricken expression on my face and already knew the truth. Alice did, too. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I muttered, “I asked her not to tell anyone.”

“Wow,” Belle breathed. “Okay I guess that makes sense...”

“Wait, which of the girls are you saving yourself for?” Alice interjected, looking confused. “Which of the girls are you in love with? It’s not me, is it?”

She looked genuinely worried and I smirked at her. “Would it really be so bad if I was in love with you?”

“Yes!” she exclaimed a little too loudly and immediately caught herself. Taking a deep breath, she explained in a calmer voice, “It would ruin our friendship. I like messing with you and feel safe teasing you. I’m not an attention-whore extrovert like Sam, but it’s nice to know that even with all the hot girls around, I can still give you a boner.”

I thought to the last time Alice climbed into my lap wearing a bikini, rubbing her butt into my crotch and sticking her big boobs under my chin. “Yes, you certainly can.”

“See! THAT look in your eyes. It’s quite validating.”

I smiled and shrugged.

“It gives me a rush and I don’t have to worry about you grabbing my ass or taking things the wrong way. But yes, you being in love with me would ruin everything. You’ve been my best friend since we were kids on the elementary soccer field. You’re the one guy that doesn’t treat me like a potential mate, and I cherish that sense of comfortability. I’ve tried to make friends with other guys, but there’s always the tension of whether or not they’ll ask me out, or if I’ll get interested enough to ask him out. It’s all too nerve wracking and I’d hate it if that kind of will-we-or-won’t-we-start-dating tension ever cropped up between us.”

Nodding, I replied, “I totally agree.”

“So you’re not in love with me,” Alice said, more statement of confirmation than a question.

I nodded.

Alice not-so-subtly flicked her eyes to Belle.

“I’m not in love with ANY of the BTC,” I stated firmly.

Alice mused on that for a second before shrugging. “If you say so.”

I shook my head and gestured toward the school. “C’mon, let’s get to class.”

****

Sam and I shared our first and second periods, so we always walked together from one to the other. There wasn’t time for us to talk before first period started, but as soon as we walked out the door she wrapped her arms around mine, leaned in close, and started whispering just loud enough for me to hear while we kept walking to our next class.

“Are you or are you not in love with one of the BTC girls and saving yourself for her?”

“Ah, hell,” was my only response. Her accent somehow made her sound pretty angry.

“So the girls got together and the general consensus is that it’s either Belle or Neevie. Belle because you two have always been close, and Neevie because it’s clear you’ve always been super attracted to each other, you think she's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen, and if it wasn’t for The Rule you two would’ve hooked up already.”

“I’m not in love with either of them. Belle’s like my little sister and that’s never gonna happen. And yes, Neevie is super hot, but I’m not in love with her.”

“Then which one of us? Me? Zofi?”

“No, no, none of you,” I cut her off before she kept naming names. “I’m not in love with any of you. Lust, certainly. But not love.”

“Then why didn’t you fuck Holly?”

I winced at her saying the f-word aloud, spotted an out of the way corner, and pulled Sam towards it. She still clung to my arm closer than any non-dating couple would, so we got a few stares, but we paid them no mind before I got my back against a wall. Surrounded on three sides, I felt a little more comfortable having this conversation. At least our second period wasn’t far away.

“Why didn’t you fuck Holly?” Sam repeated.

“I still don’t really know,” I said, a little exasperated. “I’m starting to wish I did just so I wouldn’t have to deal with all these questions about why I didn’t. Yes, she’s really sexy and we had a great time and under normal circumstances I would have plowed the hell out of her. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that if I did that, I’d... I’d...”

“You’d be giving your virginity to someone you didn’t really love,” Sam finished for me. “Hence all the questions about which one of us you’re in love with.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Holly said you said that.”

“I...” I fumbled, looking left and right at the steady flow of human traffic going by, oblivious to whatever might be going on in this quiet alcove. Actually, people seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking at us, and once I realized how closely Sam was pressed up against me, I realized why.

There’s a reason people avert their eyes when they see a couple kissing in public. We’re trained to not involve ourselves in others’ intimacy. Sam had held my arm with both of hers for the entire walk here. And even now, I was hugging her to my chest so that our faces were only inches apart. I had done so for the purpose of keeping our volume down, but to everyone else, it must’ve looked like we were making out or something.

Like any number of romantic couples at this school. Committed couples.

And it hit me. I realized why I couldn’t fuck Holly. “It would have felt like cheating.”

“What?”

I hadn’t realized I said that last part aloud. “Uh, sleeping with Holly,” I explained. “It would have felt like cheating.”

“Cheating on who? You don’t have a girlfriend.”

“You’re ALL my girlfriends. the BTC. Now maybe I’m not technically your boyfriend or anyone else’s, but I DO belong to the club.”

“As our friend.”

“Let’s get real: I’m the only male. The rules are different. If I were to start dating somebody and spending time away from the club, feelings would get hurt.”

“Which is why we gave permission to Holly. We knew she wouldn’t try to take you away from us.”

“You’re just proving my point that the rules are different. If some guy wanted to hook up with Neevie, would he have to come ask your permission? Of course not. The simple fact that any girl needs to ask your permission to hook up with me proves I already belong to you.”

“Holly didn’t just get my permission. You can’t put this all on me.”

I shook my head. “She wanted permission from the club. I belong to ALL of you.”

“And you got permission. So it wouldn’t have been cheating.”

I snorted. “Just because a guy’s girlfriend gives permission for him to go flirt with another girl doesn’t mean she won’t get mad about it retroactively. Look me in the eyes, Sam, and tell me you wouldn’t feel a little hurt if Holly got my cherry. I saw the way you got up from the movie and stormed off. Now maybe if I fell in love with one of the BTC girls, we started dating, and finally took that next step, you’d understand. But not Holly.”

“Well…” Sam pursed her lips and avoided my gaze before admitting, “Okay maybe you’re right. But then that would still suggest there’s one of us that you’re in love with.”

“There’s not.”

“So what? You’re just gonna stay a virgin forever?”

I shrugged. “It’s not forever. At the very least, once we all finish high school and go off to college, everything will change and the BTC as we know it will cease to exist.”

“So you’re gonna stay a virgin until next year?”

“Sure.” I shrugged. “That’s not such a long time, and it’s a fair price to pay for the special relationships I have with each of you.”

“But the idea that you’re saving yourself for the club isn’t fair to you. What if one of us decides to take matters into her own hands and breaks The Rule? That could ruin the BTC, and I don’t want that. I think we’re all better off if you find a casual hookup outside of the club, like Holly. It’s not too late for you to change your mind. That girl will drop her panties and bend over for you in a heartbeat.”

“Maybe someday I will, maybe even sooner than next year, whether with Holly or someone else who catches my eye. I won’t know for sure what will happen until another hot girl threw herself at me. I’m just trying to wrap my head around what happened on Friday. Everything spiraled out of control so fast that I couldn’t handle it and I locked up.”

Sam frowned and pursed her lips. “So lemme get this straight: Holly put on the full-court press, you got overwhelmed, had a panic attack over the impending loss of your virginity coupled with a fear that you were somehow ‘cheating’ on the BTC and got scared of the fallout, so you got cold feet. That about sum it up?”

“Uh, yeah, pretty much.”

“So it sounds like we basically need a notarized affidavit from each of the girls certifying that we don’t own you, you don’t need our permission to sleep with Holly or any other girl, and it would not be considered cheating on us if you did.”

I snorted. “I think a notarized affidavit would be a bit much.”

“What if we pinky swore? Would that help you not lock up the next time a pretty girl throws herself at you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe there’s no way to know until something like that happens again. That said, having each of the girls tell me they wouldn’t get jealous really would do wonders for putting me at ease. But it’s one thing to say it and something completely different to actually not feel it.”

“Let me worry about that,” Sam assured me. “I just want to put this whole Matty-saving-himself thing behind us and get things back to normal. Don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

“Okay then.” Sam nodded and checked her watch. “Shit, we’re gonna be late.”

****

When the entire BTC got together for lunch, everyone was pretty nervous, including me. By now, everyone had heard that I’d turned down sex with Holly because I was “saving myself for the BTC” and they’d discussed amongst themselves all of the implications therein. Sam took charge, and while she didn’t actually try to get notarized affidavits or anything, she did stress the importance of all of the girls understanding that I wasn’t actually their boyfriend (she got head nods around) and they had no right to get jealous should I actually end up sleeping with someone (the girls had to look at each other a bit first, but eventually they all nodded).

Then it was my turn to assure the girls that I wasn’t in love with any of them. I explained that I’d simply locked up, wasn’t ready for everything Holly was offering, simple as that. The girls seemed to accept my explanation, and we all promised things could go back to normal.

They didn’t.

For the next week, all six of the girls were a little standoffish, a little unsure how to act around me. It seemed to me that each of them was still wondering if she was the one I was in love with and saving my virginity for, and even if she didn’t think herself a likely candidate, she was at least stressed out overanalyzing the possibilities. Even Belle was acting weird around me, something her dad noticed at dinnertimes.

Nobody flirted with me. Nobody teased me. We still hung out together as a group, but the carefree joy wasn’t there. Small groups of us would meet up in the afternoons to do homework, but that’s all we did: homework. It was exactly the awkward “opposite sex” tension Alice had been worried about, and that whole week solidified in my mind the need for The Rule to keep the BTC running harmoniously. If the tension remained much longer, there wouldn’t BE a BTC much longer, at least not a version that still included me.

It was Alice, actually, who managed to break the tension. While she had always messed around and teased me the same as the other girls, she had done so far less often than some of the others. Alice and Mari were the shy ones of the group, making fewer flirtatious comments, covering up a little more skin, and not copping quite as many feels of my body as the other four.

So it was a bit of a surprise Friday afternoon when Alice abruptly dropped herself into my lap while I sat in the armchair, greeted, “Hi, Matty,” and promptly shoved her tongue down my throat.

I stiffened up in surprise and at first didn’t kiss her back, but the lovely Korean girl held my head in a tight grip, kept up the pressure, and a moment later I found myself kissing her back while my arms circled around her body to hug her close. It wasn’t our first ever kiss, so I didn’t feel completely shocked, but I was pretty sure we hadn’t yet broken double-digits on the kiss count.

Kissing her was quite nice, though. While she was still a tomboy through and through in terms of personality, eschewing pretty dresses and makeup in favor of track pants and playing sports, her body was completely feminine. She was of average height for an 18-year-old American girl, which made her taller than most every other Asian girl in the school. She was also more muscular and curvier than most every other Asian girl in the school, sporting fat 36D tits and a nicely rounded ass. I automatically grabbed that ass while she grinded her crotch against my pelvis and shoved those big tits into my chest.

But the kiss didn’t last long before Alice broke away. Panting hard, she searched my eyes and asked with deadly seriousness, “Are you in love with me?”

I blinked twice in surprise, not expecting the question and therefore not answering right away.

“Are you in love with me?” she repeated, setting her jaw and giving me a fierce look that demanded an answer.

So I stuttered, “N-no. I’m not.”

“Are you saving your virginity for me?”

“Uh, no. I’m not.”

Alice nodded in satisfaction, hopped off my lap, and looked at the next closest girl, who happened to be Mari seated on the near side of the 3-cushion couch. “You’re next.”

“Umm, what?” Maris face was the definition of deer-in-the-headlights.

Alice rolled her eyes. “Never mind. Neevie?”

Naimh didn’t hesitate and quickly bounced to her feet. The busty redhead eagerly slid into my lap and attacked my face, devouring me, really. This time I returned the kiss with intense fervor, and our lip-lock went on and on and if it never ended, that would have been fine with me. But Alice was beside us, tapping Naimh’s shoulder impatiently. And we finally broke the kiss, staring at each other with goofy, giddy expressions.

Alice was impatient. “You have to ask him the two questions now.”

“What? Oh. Uhhh...” Naimh stammered.

Alice sighed and led her, “Are you in love...”

“Right, right.” Naimh collected herself and smiled primly. “Uh, Matty? Are you in love with me?”

I gave her an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, but no.”

“Are you in lust with me? Do you fantasize about throwing me into a bed and fucking the shit out of me?” She grinned.

“Yes, that, totally.” I grinned, too.

“Ahem,” Alice cleared her throat and gave us a pointed look.

“Right, right.” Naimh schooled her face and asked, “Are you saving your virginity for me?”

I shook my head slowly. “No. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but no.”

Naimh smiled. “An acceptable answer.”

“Whatever,” Alice said impatiently and snapped her fingers. “Next!”

Zofi went next, followed by Sam and then Mari. I kissed each girl, assured her I wasn’t in love with her, and confirmed I was not saving my virginity for her.

Last was Belle.

Everyone looked at us curiously as she climbed into my lap. Belle had always been an active participant in the group teasing, perfectly content to bend over at the waist and make me check out her ass or sit in my lap and rub my naked chest. There was even that one afternoon all six of them lined up in front of Matty’s Chair and raised their bikini tops to flash me simultaneously. And there were a few times she would cuddle up to my side on the couch during a movie, her hand rubbing the bulge in my shorts.

See, Belle and I had never really kissed. I’d made out with all the other girls at one time or another. Even Mari had given the inside of my mouth a tongue scraping a half-dozen times, most recently after one of my famous poolside massages back in August. But not Belle. Letting her fondle me like all the other girls did was one thing. Kissing me, though, like a real kiss with tongue and everything, would be... intimate. And I’d never been able to bring myself to do it.

That afternoon would not become the first.

The petite strawberry-blonde squirmed a little in my lap, adjusting herself until she got her crotch positioned just right. The succession of five hot girls making out with me one after the other had definitely been arousing, and the iron bar in my shorts was proof positive. Sam had gone so far as to unbutton her blouse and mash my face into her bra-clad cleavage while she dry-humped herself on my erection. She got close to getting herself off while doing so, too. But when I’d replied in the negative when she asked if I was saving my virginity for her, she’d looked a little disappointed, stopped grinding, and got off my lap.

Mari’s kisses and lush tits had maintained the erection while the lovely Latina similarly rode my cock like a rail, although she didn’t linger as long. And now Belle, my sweet little Annabelle, was moaning in my lap while grinding her clit against my bone.

Her spoken fantasies about me filled my head, but I did my best to ignore them. Belle hadn’t attempted to kiss me yet, too focused on dry-humping my dick through my shorts. So I took matters into my own hands, cradling her head gently and bending down to place a tender peck on her forehead. “I’ll always love you, B, like the little sister I never had,” I said gently. “But I'm not in love with you. And I’m not saving my virginity for you.”

Belle looked up at me in surprise.

I gave her a tight smile and started to lift her out of my lap.

“Hey, wait! We didn’t even kiss!” she complained, visibly aroused.

“And we’re not going to,” I stated evenly, placing her light body back on her feet on the floor beside me. Bracing my hands on the armrests, I pushed myself up to a standing position and turned to face all the girls. “Now that that’s out of the way, can we PLEASE let everything go back to normal? I love you all, but I’m not in love with any of you. How and when I lose my virginity should be up to ME, not just set up when Sam decides to throw a hot girl my way, alright? I really, really just want my friends back. Capisce?”

The girls all looked at each other for a moment. Sam muttered defensively, “I didn’t throw Holly at you. She asked permission and we said it would be okay with us. Even though we all went through the exercise of agreeing you’re not our boyfriend and we’re not going to get jealous, girls don’t know that, and they’re gonna keep asking us if it’s okay. Do you want us to NOT give permission the next time a girl asks if she’s allowed to fuck you?”

“I’m sorry, that came out wrong.” I sighed. “Of course I want you to give her permission. I mean, in an ideal world, girls wouldn’t feel the need to ask your permission in the first place, but I get that my membership in the BTC presents unique challenges to my dating life.”

“You mean lack of dating life,” Belle sighed. “If you want to really convince us you’re not saving your virginity for one of us, go on a date for the first time in a year.”

“Is that what you really want?”

“Yes!” Belle exclaimed while Naimh simultaneously said “No!”

Everyone turned to look at Naimh, who blushed pink.

“What? I rather like having Matty all to ourselves. Do you all really WANT him to find a girlfriend, commit to her, and start spending all his time with her instead of us?”

“No, of course not,” Sam said. “But we all know Matty would never stop one of us from meeting a boy and going out on a date.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I interrupted. “It’s a moot point, because I’d never do that to you. I love you all and I love being part of the club more than anything else in the world. I would never risk losing you girls by dating someone else.”

Belle frowned. “So you ARE saving yourself for us.”

I hedged, “It’s not that I’m expecting one of you to take my virginity. Truly, I’m not. I’m just saying I know that if I’d actually banged Holly, it would have affected my relationships with all of you.”

Sam shook her head. “Didn’t we all agree we’d be fine with it? Or do I actually need notarized affidavits?”

“No, no.” I laughed but then took on a serious look. “Thing is, I’ve been watching all of you for years now. I’ve seen you get crushes on boys and listened to you complain about what they do or don’t do, and the fact is you all say stuff doesn’t bother you when it actually does. Notarized affidavits or not, my sleeping with Holly would have bothered a lot of you.”

“It wouldn’t have bothered me,” Zofi stated matter-of-factly. “You’re our friend, not our boyfriend. Although I do admit the idea of you being my boyfriend would be nice. It would certainly get my Mom off my back about my lack of dating life.”

“I don’t mind if you tell your Mom I’m your boyfriend.” I shrugged and looked at the others. “But before the rest of you start trying to reaffirm me sleeping with Holly wouldn’t have bothered you, don’t... uh... well, don’t bother. I know you better.” I gave Alice and Mari in particular serious looks.

It was looking at those two that actually put the next realization into my head, and I explained, “Right now, all the teasing is fun and games because most of us are virgins. It’s a level playing field. We’re all messing around and feel safe doing what we’re doing because we haven’t crossed that line yet, or at the very least, -I- haven’t crossed that line. But if I had nailed Holly, you’d wonder just a little if I was going to start losing control and want to nail you too.”

“You already want to nail us,” Naimh commented.

“True,” I admitted. “And the feeling’s mutual. But I’m not going to lose my virginity in some rushed encounter taking advantage of one of my friends and ruin the whole BTC.”

Sam chimed in, “You’re disproving your own statement that you’d lose control and want to nail us just because you weren’t a virgin anymore.”

“It’s not about him losing control,” Alice put in. “It’s about us losing control, or me, at least. Matty is my safe guy friend. I know we’re both virgins, and I know I can mess around with him without worrying if we’ll both stop ourselves from doing anything serious. On the other hand, if he’d fucked Holly, I would have felt pressure to... well... let him do stuff to me too... just to keep his attention. I mean, why would he waste time letting me rub his package on the couch when he could find some other girl willing to let him pork her?”

“Me, too,” said Mari. “That sort of thing has already been happening for years. It’s peer pressure, not from him but from the rest of you. You guys started making out with him with plenty of tongue, so I figured I’d have to just to keep up. You all started talking about what his boner felt like through his shorts, so of course I had to try it for myself. Sam and Neevie started flashing him their tits over the summer, and set up that whole six-girl titty lineup that one time, so I felt like I had to go along.”

Sam made a face. “Okay, I get where you guys are going with this. I know I said I personally wouldn’t be bothered if he’d slept with Holly, but I can understand feeling pressure to put out for him to ensure he liked me as much as her. I’m not a virgin and it feels like it wouldn’t be such a big stretch for me to bang him just to feel like I’m his favorite.”

Zofi elbowed her best-friend. “You’re such an attention-whore.”

I looked across everyone. “So there you have it. I can’t lose my virginity yet.”

Belle stamped her foot. “But it’s not FAIR. Not to Matty. He’s not our boyfriend and we have no right to demand his chastity for our sake.”

“You’re not demanding. It’s my choice,” I assured her. “I love you guys. And I may not be the boyfriend of anyone in the BTC, but I am committed to the BTC. You are my friends. You are my LIFE. I belong to you, so you know what? I’ve changed my mind. If an outside girl approaches you and asks permission to come try to seduce me, the answer is ‘no’. Don’t give them that permission. You can tell them I’m taken.”

Sam frowned. “Taken by whom? Unless you’re somebody’s boyfriend, girls will always see you as fair game.”

“Fine then.” I shrugged. “Tell them I’m the BTC’s boyfriend.”

Mari frowned. “But then they’ll think we’re all sleeping with him or something.”

“They already think we’re all sleeping with him,” Naimh pointed out.

“Which is one reason guys don’t hit on us quite as much as they used to,” Sam sighed.

“That’s a good thing if you ask me,” Zofi put in. “It’s nice to not get harassed quite so much. You said you don’t mind if I tell people you’re my boyfriend, Matty? I just may take you up on that.”

“Wait, if we make you our public boyfriend,” Naimh chimed in eagerly, “does that mean we can do boyfriend/girlfriend stuff with you?”

“Nobody dates Matty: that’s The Rule,” Sam stated firmly.

“Fine,” Naimh huffed.

“But I do like the idea of declaring Matty off-limits,” Alice said. “Inside the club, nothing changes, but to the outside world, we tell people he’s the BTC’s property.”

“I don’t like that idea,” Belle growled. “He’s not property.”

“I really don’t mind,” I assured her. “I meant everything I said about being committed to the six of you. I belong to you. I belong to the BTC.”

And so it was agreed.

****

The next Monday, Sam whispered things into the right ears and the news spread like wildfire through the school. The notion that I was the collective “boyfriend” of six hot girls blew some people’s minds, and started a whole new round of guys coming up to ask me if I was fucking all of them. This time, my new go-to response was, “No comment.”

For half of the guys asking, they took that as a “yes” and proceeded to congratulate me. I didn’t bother going through the effort of correcting them.

Conversely to its intended function, I felt like I started getting MORE attention from girls instead of less. I noticed a lot more stares in my direction from females of all shapes and sizes, wondering exactly what it was about me that could satisfy SIX girls at the same time. It didn’t help that a rumor got started of me scrambling Holly’s brains out just before the “BTC’s Boyfriend” declaration, which only made it things seem like I’d been banging all six of the girls for years and it was only when I went astray that they felt the need to lock me down and declare me off-limits.

To their credit, the girls took everything in stride. Like Naimh said, everyone already thought I was banging all of them, so there wasn’t much of a change in the way they were treated. Interacting with people outside the club, they probably got a few more inquisitive questions and comments for a week or two, but those died out pretty fast. And on the bright side, random guys seemed to hit on them even less than they used to.

Interacting inside the club, things went back to normal, and in many ways better than normal as far as I was concerned. The girls all seemed to like the idea that I was their collective “boyfriend”, and even though we all understood it was an empty title, as the weeks went on it seemed to me they were individually starting to treat me the way they would treat an actual boyfriend, even in public.

They’d always been flirtatious and handsy with me in private, but those little PDA touches started to creep into daily life. Zofi started holding my hand as we walked down the hallway between classes, a shy smile on her face. She really did like the idea of calling me her boyfriend. Sam got in the habit of kissing me in the parking lot at the end of school days. Naimh liked to sit in my lap during lunch, hand-feeding me grapes or doing other sorts of attentive, “girlfriendy” things, which fulfilled a half-dozen fantasies I'd long had about the gorgeous redhead being my actual, official girlfriend. And all these things started to really cut down on the amount of hassle the girls went through on a daily basis, at least while I was around. In the old days, guys would walk up to proposition the girls whether I was there or not.

The makeout session barrier also seemed to have been broken that day I’d told each of the girls I wasn’t saving my virginity for them. Sam was the first to take advantage Monday afternoon during a group study session at Belle’s. There were only four of us around for that one: me, Sam, Belle, and Mari. Sam decided she needed a study break, climbed into my lap, and stuck her tongue into my mouth. Belle called party foul but Sam pointed out she wasn’t doing anything we hadn’t all done together as a group of 7, so everything was, quote, “still in balance”.

Belle complained that SHE was personally out of balance since she didn’t get to make out with me, but Sam dismissed that as a particular Matt/Belle issue and not a BTC issue.

So of course, Mari wanted to “study break” with me next. We did so on Belle’s bed, and the curvy Latina got so turned on she pulled my hands up so I could cup and fondle her breasts.

The rest of the group found out (the girls shared everything with each other, it was an unwritten rule), so Alice and Naimh came over to my house the next day so they could have “study breaks”. And on Friday afternoon, all seven of us ended up at my house to hang out, grill dinner, and do a LOT of kissing. Sam even managed to dry hump herself to an orgasm while mashing her bra-clad tits into my face.

The weather had turned colder, so Mother and I had drained the pool. But the girls still hung out at my big empty house, and the hot tub remained in use so I still had plenty of opportunities to see them in skimpy bikinis.

It was in one of those hot tub makeout sessions that Naimh started shoving her hand beneath my trunks again. She and Holly were still the only ones to have done that, although Naimh’s actions had been hidden by the blanket and she’d violated the unwritten rule by not telling the other girls about it. Perhaps she thought the hot tub water would obscure her actions, which may have been true. But the rather obvious way her elbow pistoned up and down made it clear to everyone else she was giving me a hand job and not merely rubbing my package, and Belle was the first to sweep all the bubbles aside, stare down through the water, and exclaim, “You’re actually holding his dick!”

Rather than get upset, Sam looked over, shrugged, and drawled, “Fine, Neevie's giving him a wristy. Just don’t make him pop. I call ‘next’.”

It’s not like all the other girls immediately stuck their hands into my shorts from that day forward. But what Mari said about peer pressure was true. It’s not that the girls would actually pressure each other to do more and more aggressive things, but once a door had been opened by one of them, it was much easier for the rest of them to go through.

For a girl who up until a week ago had only seriously kissed me half a dozen times, Mari really loved our makeout sessions. She started kissing me seemingly every chance she got. Meeting up at my house or Belle’s after school? Straight into a kiss hello. Need a study break a half-hour later? Onto the nearest bed or couch so she could stick her tongue down my throat. And she wasn’t shy about pulling my hands onto her ass or tits, giving me permission to grab and fondle away.

And oh did she have a body worth fondling. Mariangel had stopped growing any taller at the end of freshman year. That left her on the shorter side of average, although still a good several inches taller than Belle. But over the last two years she had progressively gotten in better and better shape. As she matured, it felt like her curves tightened rather than filled out like the others. She’d actually lost twenty pounds since sophomore year and turned into a quite the hottie with an exaggerated hourglass shape. Her 36DD tits weren’t quite as big as Sam’s, but on her shorter frame they definitely looked more out of proportion. And she had a classic Salma Hayek quality booty.

After Naimh and Sam, I never would have guessed shy Mari would be the next BTC girl to put her hand in my shorts. But one Thursday afternoon we got a little carried away on Belle’s bed during a “study break”. One minute we were French kissing like mad while she lay on top of me, both my hands gripping her big booty. The next minute she stopped grinding her crotch on my boner, she slipped off to one side of my body, and her hand shoved down beneath my waistband so she could wrap her fingers around the bare skin of my cock.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned as I broke our lip lock and let my head fall back. Almost confused, I asked, “Mari?”

The lovely Latina heard the aroused heat in my voice, the tone exciting her rather than scaring her. Giggling, she answered, “Yes, it’s me.”

In amazement that shy little Mari was doing this to me, I lay back and absorbed the sensations of what she was doing to me. For her part, she focused on jacking my cock in her small hand for about a minute before ducking her head to start kissing me again.

If Mari did nothing more than that, I would have been happy. Making out was fun, and I had no expectations of getting off. I always saved these encounters in my memory for later masturbation fodder, and assumed this afternoon would be no different.

I assumed wrong.

Mid-kiss, Mari suddenly pulled both her lips off my mouth and her hand off my dick. Sitting up, she quickly ripped her sweater over her head, baring her bra-clad boobs to my hungry gaze. Others had done the same sort of thing, and Sam had made cramming my face into her cleavage a personal fetish, but Mari took it a step further by unclasping her bra as well and tossing it aside. My eyes grew as wide as saucers at the sight of her big Double-Ds capped with crinkly brown nipples. She promptly cupped her right boob in her own hands, bent over, and fed the nipple right into my mouth.

I latched on like a starving infant, suckling away to my heart’s content while grabbing all the tit flesh I could with both hands.

“Mmm… Matty…” Mari moaned, her eyelids fluttering while cradling my head to her bosom. She watched me nursing, a serene smile on her face. And a minute later, her fingers wrapped around my dick once again, and she jacked her hand up and down along its length with complete disregard for what might eventually happen if she kept it up.

Or perhaps she knew exactly what would happen. In fact, she seemed determined to make it happen. And whatever her motivations, Mari indeed made it happen. I was still suckling away at her beautiful breasts, having switched to the other nipple by now, when I felt the tell-tale tingling in my balls. I tried to fight the urge, tried to make this moment last a lifetime, but I couldn’t hold it forever and she wasn’t about to stop stroking. So I finally pulled my mouth off her teat and gasped, “Mari! Mari! Ohmigawd, Angel… You’re gonna make me cum!”

If my intent was to make her stop stroking me, I failed miserably. Mari heard my words, moaned excitedly, and started jacking me even faster, rapidly spurring me on to the point of no return.

“Mari!” I pleaded again. “Mari… Oh… Angel… I… I… UNNNGGGHHH!!!”

My hands squeezed down on Mari’s massive mammaries, my butt bucked up off Belle’s bed, and my cock started squirting creamy cum all over my own belly.

“Ay, Dios mio!” Mari exclaimed at the sight of it. But she didn’t stop stroking.

“Ungggh! Ungggh! Ungggh!”

Over and over I came, shooting at least six shots of sperm across my stomach. The remaining globs lost power and just sort of trickled out, but Mari kept pumping until there was nothing left. A lot of the white globules stuck to her skin, and on impulse she raised her hand to her nose to take a sniff. For a second there, I thought she was going to take a lick. But the smell must’ve put her off because she pulled her hand away from her face like it was covered in toxic waste.

Then Mari stretched out her arm, holding her hand up for our audience to have a better look. “Can you believe I just did that?” she asked, elated with her own boldness.

Belle sat in her desk chair, an unreadable expression on her face. “No,” she replied in a quiet voice. “I really can’t.”

Mari frowned at her best friend’s flat tone. I was a little too wiped out (and blissfully happy from the orgasm) to really notice. But I noticed when Belle clenched her jaw, got out of the chair, and left the room.

Mari and I looked at each other, both of us unsure what to do. Mari spurred herself into action before me, sliding off the bed, grabbing a wad of tissues to blot up the spunk covering her hand, and marched out the door ignoring her toplessness. She must’ve gone to the bathroom to wash her hands, because she came back a minute later, grabbed her bra and sweater, and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

“You know you’re gonna have to get over this whole brother-sister thing, right?” she intoned seriously, more a statement than a question.

I sighed, not sure how to answer her.

With a shrug, she got off the bed and started heading for the open doorway, intent on finding her best friend. But just before she went through, she paused and glanced back at me. “Did you call me ‘Angel’ just before you came?”

I frowned and searched through my memory, not quite sure myself, but I thought I might have.

She giggled. “I kinda liked it.” And then she left.