The Big Tits Club: Chapter 1

-- CHAPTER 1: The BTC --

"Hey, Matty?" Belle called. "I need you to get me the madeleine pan up there."

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Belle pointing to the top shelf of one of the cabinets. I set down my knife and the carrot I'd been chopping, took three steps to the left, and reached up to grab the pan. It was a regular occurrence for me to grab things on high shelves for Belle. She'd grown as tall as she would ever get and stopped at only 5'1". Her mom had been short, too. I was 6'1", on the other hand, taller even than Belle's dad.

She said thanks and busied herself pouring batter into the molds. Tonight was the Wednesday after Labor Day. Tomorrow would be the first day of school and she wanted to bring treats for our friends. Her dad had not yet come home from work. And even though I didn't actually live in this house, I was making dinner for the three of us.

I knew my way around the Kramer kitchen better than my own. I certainly ate more dinners at their house than mine. Belle and I shared the space on autopilot, working in silence without the need to chit-chat. After eighteen years together we were basically family, with no worries about impressing each other (nor avoiding embarrassment). When she had to use the sink, Belle simply tapped my hip with her forearm and I immediately slid to the side. When I needed to get glasses from the cabinet above her head I simply reached over her head without so much as an “excuse me”.

The table was set by 6:17pm, which was about the time Mr. K always got home after sitting in Silicon Valley rush hour traffic. He came in from the garage, took one big sniff, and smiled. “I can tell Matt’s cooking today. It smells so much better than yours, Belle.”

“Dad!” Belle exclaimed, scandalized. But she immediately started chuckling along with him. Mr. K’s doctor had warned him about his cholesterol levels last year, so Belle had taken it upon herself to start feeding him “cleaner” meals. But it was our last day before school started, so I’d made barbecue ribs and French fries (although Belle had talked me into baking the fries). I still made steamed carrots, already knowing Belle would nag her own dad into eating them as payment for each bite of the ribs.

Just like we did most nights, the three of us ate our meals in relative silence. Again, there was no need to fill the space with meaningless words, although I did ask if Mr. K if he’d heard the latest news about the 49ers. We chatted about football for a couple of minutes before returning to the food. Then Mr. K asked us both if we were excited about going back to school.

“Not really,” I admitted. “It’s been nice to just be lazy around the house all day.”

“True,” Belle chimed in. “But it’ll be nice to see some of our friends.”

I snorted. “Our friends have been lazy around MY house all summer.”

Belle shrugged. “Well, other friends beyond the BTC. Don’t get me wrong, I love hanging out with the girls. But there are some people I haven’t seen in three months and have no idea what they’ve been up to.”

(Before I get too far, let me explain that we were in high school during a period before social media or cell phones. I know, it was practically the Stone Age.)

Mr. K nodded, but arched an eyebrow and gave his daughter a curious look. “Are there any boys in this category of people you’re looking forward to seeing?”

“Dad!” Belle exclaimed again before rolling her eyes.

So Mr. K turned to me. “Has she talked about any boys she thinks are cute?”

“Yes, but that’s as far as I’ll admit.” I grinned and mimed zipping my lips shut.

“Is there one in particular?”

“Dad!” Belle screeched.

I stared studiously at my plate, zipping my lips again.

“Is he a good kid or one of those bad boys?”

“DAD!”

I finally spoke up, saying, “Relax, he’s a good kid. And if he turns out to not be such a nice guy, I’ll pound his face in.”

“My man.” Mr. K grinned and held up his hand for a high-five across the table.

Belle rolled her eyes and shot me a look. “I am never telling you about boys ever again.”

I shrugged. “You’ll tell Mari, and Mari’ll tell me.”

“Ugh.” Belle buried her face in her palms for a moment before glaring at her dad. “Aren’t you gonna ask him if there are any girls he’s looking forward to seeing?”

I snorted. “Yeah, right.”

Mr. K sat up straight and measured my expression. “What’s wrong? Surely there’s some girl out there you think is hot and are looking forward to seeing again tomorrow.”

I shook my head. “I got all the hot girls I need hanging out with me all the time.”

Mr. K exchanged a look with Belle. He knew about the “Nobody dates Matty” rule, but every now and again he looked like he wanted to check and make sure that The Rule was still in force. She just shrugged.

So Mr. K looked back to me. “I meant someone you might actually be able to date.”

I waved him off. “I haven’t had a girl approach me in more than six months. And even the ones I might be interested in all get scared off by the BTC.”

Belle frowned. “We do NOT scare them off.”

I shot her a look. “Were you not there when I started talking to Ashley Mitchell and Sam suddenly joined us with a smile full of teeth and thrusting her big boobs out an extra couple of inches?”

Belle snorted and choked a little bit. She coughed, thumped her chest twice, and managed to say, “I forgot about that.”

Mr. K looked at his daughter. “Doesn’t seem very fair.”

I shook my head. “I’m not complaining. Seriously, it’s fine.”

Mr. K’s eyebrows both went up. “Well, it’s a brand new year. Anything can happen.”

He was totally right.

****

“I hate school, I hate school, I hate school,” Belle muttered as she slammed the passenger door shut on my minivan.

Back before I’d turned sixteen, Mother offered to buy me a new car. Expensive gifts like that were one way she felt she was still doing her duty as a parent in lieu of spending quality time with me. She thought I’d go for a fancy sports car, but I’d surprised her with the minivan request. But she understood after the first day she found out I’d driven the entire BTC to the beach.

Belle was still muttering about how she hated school. I didn’t respond except to arch an eyebrow and waved to Mari, who stood just outside Belle’s window. The curvy Latina crossed her arms underneath her massive rack, not to tease me or anything, but more to hug herself. She gave me an apologetic look and continued through the parking lot toward her own car.

“What’s wrong?” I asked my 'sister' with genuine concern. “Or at least, what’s happened since lunch? Everything was fine the last time I saw you.”

Belle scowled and stared out the front window. Several of her strawberry-blonde bangs had come loose from her ponytail and framed her face in way that simultaneously made her look disheveled and quite pretty. Her pale green eyes were daggers, half-narrowed and ready to skewer anyone who stepped into her path. “Darryl,” she spat.

I blinked and sat up straight. A minute ago, I had been ready to start the ignition, back out, and drive us home. But I let my hand fall away from the keys and turned in my seat to face her, swinging my feet out into the gap between our two bucket seats. Reaching out, I set one hand on her shoulder invitingly.

That simple touch broke the dam, and the waterworks started flowing. Belle sobbed, slipped out of her chair, and I helped her climb into my lap as the tears streamed down her cheeks. Because of the position of the console, she had to face away from me at a slight angle while I hugged her from behind. Our height difference made her head more or less at the same elevation as mine, and I kissed her cheek before trapping it against the side of mine while I continued to squeeze her tight.

Eventually, the tears began to subside. I waited her out, stroking the side of her arm and shoulder

“Talk to me,” I intoned reassuringly.

“Darryl’s an asshole,” she muttered, wiping her eyes.

“I figured. What did he do?” Darryl was the boy Belle didn’t want me talking about to her dad. Last weekend, we’d been at the mall so Belle and Mari could shop for back-to-school clothes. As usual, I was their fashion consultant to give them a male opinion for how hot they looked in their outfits. We ran into Darryl and two of his buddies, and although we’d never been friends, there had been some flirting and Darryl had expressed interest in seeing Belle at school. With our academic calendar starting on a Thursday, Belle had been pent up with excitement all week looking forward to seeing him again, although their reunion had apparently not gone well.

Belle pouted and turned her head to look at me with tear-streaked eyes. “Why do boys have to all be sex-obsessed bastards?”

“They’re called hormones. Comes with puberty. C’mon, I thought you were taking AP Bio.”

Belle snorted and promptly choked on a booger. I kept a box of tissues in the pocket behind the passenger seat, and she reached out to grab a couple and blow her nose.

When she re-settled into my lap, I hugged her close and said quietly, “Did he do anything that requires me to kick his ass? I did promise your dad I’d pound his face in.”

“No.”

My blood ran cold for a moment. “Did he touch you?”

Belle felt the tenseness in my arms and quickly turned to face me again. “No, nothing like that.”

I unclenched my jaw and relaxed a little.

She sighed and sagged back against my chest. “He just…” Her voice trailed off. She glanced up at the roof, gathered her thoughts, and let out a long exhalation. “Matty…” she began quietly.

I waited her out, just holding her close.

“Does it… bother you… when we all tease you?” she asked softly.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

I did. As the only guy in the group, I'd always gotten teased pretty mercilessly. Five teenage girls (six after Neevie joined) wanted to push their boundaries and test out their feminine wiles on the males of society, and there was no practice dummy better than me. If one of the girls wanted to figure out the optimal angle for tossing her hair, batting her eyelashes, and flashing a coquettish look over her shoulder, she'd try it out a few times on me to perfect her technique before bringing it to school and using it on a guy they'd actually date. Wanted to check out a guy's reaction to her new bikini before wearing it to the beach? Bring it over to Matty's house, sashay across the pool deck a few times to make sure he got a good look at some T&A, and see if he popped a woody. I constantly had cleavage pushed up into my face. The girls kept bending over at the waist to pick up something off the floor. I got touched… a LOT… My chest, my shoulders, my arms. My legs got rubbed underneath the table just sitting in a booth at McDonald’s.

But no matter how much the girls teased me, I NEVER took advantage of them. Not once had I ever grabbed a juicy ass presented to me uninvited. Not once had I copped a feel of a boob, even when it was within reach of my lips. Okay, in fairness I may have gotten a bit of side-boob with my fingertips giving one of the girls a back massage, but NEVER had I done the kind of things that get guys slapped. This was the reason the girls all trusted me. I was Matty, the “safe” guy. So all of them continued to tease me, even Belle.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and told her seriously, “You know I don’t mind. I love it.”

“But don’t you ever wish you could do more?” Belle gave me a skeptical look and turned a little more sideways in my lap. I became consciously aware that her cute plaid blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, exposing a white tank top scooped low enough to give me a great downward view into her 32D cleavage.

I frowned, not sure yet where this was going or what it had to do with Darryl. Instinctively, I started to make up dismissive comment about how we were all friends and that I respected the girls too much to think of them that way, but this was Belle asking me and she knew the truth anyway. She just wanted me to say it out loud. Although I’d briefly glanced down at Belle’s tits, I focused on her pretty face and answered, “Of course I do. You’re a bunch of super-hot girls and I’m just as much a sex-obsessed bastard as Darryl is.”

“No you’re not. How many times have I sat in your lap just like this?”

“Uh, more times than I can count.”

“And how many times have you ever grabbed my ass?”

“Never.” My eyes narrowed. “Did Darryl grab--”

“No, no,” she cut me off. “I already told you he didn’t touch me.”

I settled down and exhaled slowly.

Belle reached a hand up, caressing my cheek and turning my face to hers so that we were only inches apart. Again, the height difference was such that we were basically eye-to-eye. “Do you wish you could grab my ass?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could grab my tits?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could throw me down across my bed, sliding your aching dick deep into my pussy, and fuck the shit out of me?”

“Jeezus, Belle.” My eyes popped open wide and I leaned back a bit.

“Do you?”

“You’re like my sister, B.”

“But do you?”

“No! I don’t!”

Belle frowned, and now she was leaning back away from ME. She looked hurt. “You don’t?”

“Like I said: I think of you as a sister.”

“We’re not related, Matt.”

“I know that.”

“And you said you wish you could grab my ass and my tits. THAT’S not very brotherly.”

“You’ve got an amazing ass. And tits. And I’m a sex-obsessed bastard.”

“But you don’t want to fuck me?”

I sighed. “You’re… You’re my Annabelle. That’s a line I can’t cross. Not you.”

“Not me.” She blinked. “But you fantasize about the others, don’t you? Sam, Neevie, Zofi.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Alice, Mari.”

“Yes, alright?”

“But not me?”

“Belle, please.”

“Okay, okay.” She raised her hands defensively, glanced away, and gave me an unsure look. “It’s because I’m a little shorty, isn’t it?”

I barked a laugh and shook my head. “No, you’re beautiful and sexy, B. I just… I won’t… I can’t let myself think of you that way. You’re my Annabelle.”

“But if I was a total stranger you’d never met before?”

“I’d wanna bang you in a heartbeat, sure.”

Looking a little mollified, she wrapped her arm around the back of my neck and gave me a quick peck on the lips, similar to the hundreds she’d given me this year already.

“What does all this have to do with Darryl?”

Belle sighed, her frown returning. She glanced at the roof again for a moment before giving me a weary look and shaking her head. “After yesterday went so well, I sort of assumed he’d come ask me out on a date.”

“But he didn’t?”

She shook her head. “At the mall, he was totally into me. Today, nothing. I finally went looking for him after school. But when I popped up and said hi, he pulled me into a quiet corner and…”

Her voice trailed off, her shoulders sagged, and I instinctively hugged her closely once more. She had assured me he didn’t touch her, so I relaxed on that front. And I waited patiently for her to gather herself.

“He said he thought I was super-cute, but that he was looking for a ‘mature’ relationship. His words. I asked him what that meant, and although he blushed and looked embarrassed for a bit, in the end he said he’d asked around and the other guys told him I was a girl who wouldn’t put out.”

My jaw dropped. “You serious?”

“I told him I was waiting for the right guy and was hoping it might turn out to be him. But he shook his head and admitted he just wanted to get laid. He said everybody knew the BTC was a bunch of prick-teases, and he didn’t want to deal with all the teasing if it wasn’t going to go anywhere.”

“Belle…” I sighed, held her just behind her ears, and pressed her forehead to mine. “I’m sorry.”

She sniffled but took a deep breath and mumbled, “He probably did me a favor. Better I know now he’s just another dumb jock looking to score instead of figuring that out the hard way two months from now.”

“That IS true,” I agreed. “And a very mature response, if I may say so.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?”

“Rejection is never easy.”

“You seem to deal with it just fine every day.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Wait, what?”

“Isn’t that what it feels like one of the girls lets you get oh-so-close to starting something but won’t give you that final inch? Like when Sam shoves her big tits into your face and starts peeling back the edge of her bikini top right next to your lips but doesn’t quite let you suck on her nipple? Rejection?”

I frowned. “No, not at all.”

“Then what DOES it feel like?”

I smiled and brushed her loose bangs back from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. And after giving her a quick peck on the nose, I explained, “It feels like a beautiful woman, in the flower of her youth, wants to explore her own sexuality and feels comfortable enough to do that with me. She trusts me. And I would never do anything to betray that trust.”

“I do trust you, Matty.”

I grinned. “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, Belle managed a smile, and she wrapped both arms around my midsection while setting her head down on my shoulder. I hugged her tight, stroked her spine, and held her close. Finally, she seemed to be at peace.

After a minute, I stroked her hair and said, “Look, it’s the first day of school. Nobody’s assigned us any homework and the whole gang will be over at my house within thirty minutes. Let’s get home, get changed, and you can commiserate with your friends.”

Belle stayed in my hug for a long time, pushing her nose into the side of my neck. She got her breathing under control, looked up at me, and puckered up. I gave her another quick brotherly peck, patted her head, and released my grip.

She got off my lap and maneuvered back into the passenger seat. After buckling her seatbelt, Belle glanced over at me and muttered, “Why can’t guys be more like you?”

I shrugged and flashed a smirk. “Sorry. I’m one of a kind.” I put the van in reverse, and we headed home.

****

No one in the BTC felt ready to completely transition from summer laziness to the school routine, to lose the constant contact we’d shared for the past three months, so everyone had already planned to come over to my house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, the pool was waiting, and I was planning to grill up dinner. So after driving us home, I parked in my garage, Belle walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.

I should make clear that lots had changed since sophomore year. We'd all grown up, grown closer, and as a result were a lot more comfortable around each other. In a word, things had seriously escalated.

I’ve already said that the girls always teased me. I was their crash test dummy for flirting, for showing a little extra skin, and all the other things girls did to get attention from a guy.

Two years ago, teasing meant opening an extra button of a blouse and bending over to see if her developing boobs drew my eyes to them like gravity. They often did, and I would just as often avert my gaze and blush trying to pretend I hadn't looked. Two years ago, teasing meant snuggling up to my side on the couch and setting her head down on my shoulder while watching a movie so that I’d wrap my arm around her and then rubbing my leg getting closer and closer until I started tenting my shorts and would awkwardly try to cover it up by crossing my legs or something. Two years ago, teasing meant asking me to turn around while she changed shirts and then taking her sweet time to see if I’d start to turn back around or sneak a peek.

Two years ago I was too busy trying to be a gentleman.

It wasn’t two years ago anymore.

Nowadays I was still a gentleman in the sense that I never initiated anything and I would never touch one of the girls unless they’d touched me first, but that was the extent of my restraint. Bend over to show me your cleavage? I’ll happily stare away and file the view away in my spank bank for later usage. Cuddle up to me on the couch and start rubbing my leg? I’ll hug you close and rub your leg, too. Flaunt your amazing body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks. I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The “Nobody dates Matty” rule was still in effect, but The Rule clearly didn’t restrict the girls from doing… well… anything… else. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge. I’d gotten flashed quite a few times. And I very much enjoyed the occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (outside clothing). None of them had crossed the line into putting bare skin on someone’s private parts, but we’d gotten pretty close.

The most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Naimh came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels. She carried a gym bag with her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a smirk of her own on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as “Matty’s Chair”. It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I’d specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door. So when the sound of Naimh sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Naimh wore a cobalt blue bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin. She was a fairly tall girl at 5’8”, second in height only to Zofi’s model-esque 5’10”, while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Belle’s petite 5’1”. Naimh’s 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious. The bottoms weren’t quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottie looked like naked. And I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.

Naimh’s bright green eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. And with an impish giggle she settled herself sideways in my lap, wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad I got here first,” she said in that delightful Irish lilt. It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand everything she said as if it were completely ‘American’. “It’s not often I get to have you to myself.”

“Likewise,” I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek. My right arm stroked her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric green eyes boring into mine from only inches away.

She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

"See something you like?" she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

"I see two things I like," I replied before smiling broadly. "Your eyes are amazing. I've always been a sucker for green eyes."

Naimh's brilliant green eyes narrowed slightly. "That's because Belle has green eyes… AND reddish hair."

I thought about that for a moment. "True, but they're different shades. Your hair is a LOT more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color."

"Is that an Irish joke?"

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. "Not intentionally so. And just because Belle has green eyes doesn't make me appreciate yours any less."

"Perhaps. But I still think it's these you're trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you." And with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.

Naimh wasn’t the first girl to shove her tits into my face (or in this case, shove my face into her tits). All of the BTC did so every so often, even Belle – it was part of the teasing. But there had always been something a little… different… about the way Naimh teased me compared to the others. For one thing, I’d watched the other five slowly escalate their teases over the past two-and-a-half years. We’d played this cat-and-mouse game of attack and retreat, attack and retreat long enough for everybody to get comfortable with the game and understand that the rules would always be obeyed. Both sides always knew it was just that, a tease, and nothing more. So whether it was Sam, Zofi, Alice, Mari, or Belle, I always knew in the back of my head any and all flirtations would stop short of actually doing something.

But I’d only met Naimh less than five months ago. True, she caught on quick after joining the BTC that “messing with Matty” was not only fair game, but encouraged. But there had always been a little bit of an edge in the way she flirted with me that made me wonder… Could this be going somewhere? I mean, she knew about and agreed to the “Nobody dates Matty” rule. And yet, we’d never gone through those first exploratory flirtations when the girls first made clear they were using me as a practice dummy and not actually intending to follow through on anything.

So on an afternoon like today, when the gorgeous redhead set her forehead against mine, rubbed her perfect ass against the bulge growing beneath her, and sighed with mixed sexual heat and resignation, I wondered (not for the first time) how different things might’ve been had Sam NOT grabbed the new Irish transfer student, given her the nickname “Neevie”, and immediately brought her into the BTC.

“So how was school?” I asked, breaking the silent tension between us as I reclined my head to rest it against the lounger’s backrest.

Naimh shrugged and also sat up straighter, extending her arms until her elbows were locked and there were a couple of feet of space between us. “Same old shit, different day.”

“You’re picking up American idioms quickly. Still, that’s a bit jaded for only the second day of school. Gonna be a long road ahead if you’re starting out this cynical.”

“High school is different in the States. In Ireland we’d all be freaking out about the Leaving Cert, which kind of makes or breaks your entire career before it’s even gotten started. Here, Americans need to study for SATs and AP Exams, but it’s not the end of the world if you do well or not. How you do at University is what really matters.”

“I suppose. Just don’t count on this year being all fun and games. What happens in the next few months will determine which University we get into, you included.”

“Can I say I’ll be happy with any University, as long as you’re there with me?” She gave me a pixie wink and rubbed her butt against my bulge again.

The comment got an eyebrow raise out of me. I wasn’t sure if she actually meant it or was just teasing. Probably teasing. But the uncertainty did get my heart racing a little bit again. I was still thinking of a witty response when the bell attached to the garden gate went off, drawing our attention.

“Hey guys,” Alice greeted as she walked over to my lounge chair and held her hand out for our usual fist bump. My pretty but tomboyish Korean best friend glanced around. “Anybody else here yet?”

I shook my head. “Not yet.”

As if on cue, a moment later the sound of a big truck engine revved from the other side of the house. It was Sam’s usual way of announcing her presence in advance. A minute later, the busty platinum blonde came in through the gate, followed closely behind by her best friend Zofi, the tall and svelte brunette. Sam thrust her hands into the air. “Let’s get this party started!”

****

Thirty minutes later, I sat upright straddling Matty's Chair while casually observing the seven hot girls in bikinis frolicking around my backyard. One of the seven currently sat directly in front of me with her head pitched forward, moaning erotically while I gave her pleasure with my strong hands and fingers.

"Fuuuuck, yeahhh..." Holly Thompson groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic motions.

Have I not introduced Holly yet? Yeah, I wasn’t expecting her, either, but the BTC had never been that cliquish and other friends and acquaintances would occasionally come and hang out with us. Belle and Mari had started off pretty nerdy, and still had their nerd friends. Sam and Zofi had always been popular and still had their popular friends. Every now and again someone would join us for a few days and the group would sort of suss out how well they fit the dynamic. Cup size wasn’t even a requirement. But until Naimh none of them had lasted more than a month.

Holly was one of the girls who sort of popped in every three or four months. She had been good friends with Sam ever since the latter had arrived from Australia in seventh grade, and remained so even when Sam split off to started hanging out with the BTC sophomore year. She was extremely popular at school, quick-witted and outgoing, the type who could bring life to any room she was in. It helped that she was gorgeous, with naturally dirty-blonde hair that she dyed in all sorts of colors that seemed to change every month, not to mention a pair of 34D tits she was always showing off. If she ever wanted to maintain membership in the BTC, her rack certainly qualified. But she was also a social butterfly, flitting from one clique to the next, super-friendly with everyone but never settling down for long.

It wasn’t a huge surprise when Holly came through the gate along with Sam and Zofi. Her hair was bright blue now, like neon blue all over. She came over to me, gave me a pixie kiss on the cheek, and greeted me with a “Long time no see, Matty” in a tone that suggested it actually pained her to have been separated from me for the past three months. Five minutes later, the three new arrivals emerged from the house wearing skimpy bikinis that drew my attention away from the backrub I had been giving Naimh. Alice had arrived already wearing her swimsuit under her clothes and had called "next" while the other three were still in the house. So Holly had been quick to make her reservation for a Matt-issued backrub before either Zofi or Sam could speak up.

Two minutes into her backrub, Holly moaned orgasmically that I was worth the wait.

From the lounge chair to my left, Mari raised her sunglasses up onto her forehead for a moment, evaluated the ecstatic pleasure on Holly's face, and announced, "I call 'next'!"

"Get in line, bitch!" Zofi hollered from the patio door as she walked toward us, holding three cold beer bottles straight from the fridge. She set one down on the ground next to Holly's feet and glanced over at Mari. "You can go after me and Sam."

Seated on the edge of the pool, her feet in the water, Sam extended her hand and accepted the beer Zofi gave her. The blonde also glanced over at Mari and said, "It's what you get for getting here late."

Mari shrugged like it was no big deal and returned to her conversation with Belle. The pair of them had indeed arrived only minutes ago, an unusually late arrival given that I'd dropped off Belle before I'd gotten home. Either Mari had been delayed and Belle was waiting for her, or more likely, Mari had gone straight to Belle's house and they'd been talking about the "Darryl" incident. They weren’t talking about him anymore, but saying something about the Physics syllabus, so I tuned them out and focused on turning Holly into a puddle of jello beneath my hands.

By now I was actually wrapping up the end of the massage. I gave so many backrubs I had developed a routine and was winding down to the end. Completing the final set of firm moves, I let up on the pressure and gave pretty much every square inch of Holly’s bare-naked back a gentle caress. I trailed my fingertips downward, ever so gently ticklish to make her quiver. And I finished up by bending over and giving her a teasing kiss on the back of her neck, precisely on the small tattoo of some kind of weird, vaguely Egyptian hieroglyph she had there.

The blue-haired beauty shivered and moaned at that last bit, unexpected as it was for her; the other girls knew I liked to kiss their necks at the end. She remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance. I waited patiently, giving her space. This wasn’t the first time one of my backrubs had sent a girl off to a higher plane of existence, and I knew it sometimes took a while for her to come back down to earth.

A minute doesn’t sound like a long time, but when you actually tick off the seconds one-by-one it can stretch out for an eternity. I was still straddling Matty’s Chair, with Holly’s bikini-clad ass pressed back against the half-hard chubby in my trunks. I reclined against the lounger’s backrest and stretched my arms, working out the kinks in my hands and fingers.

It took two minutes for Holly to return from Dreamland. She abruptly inhaled, raising her head and opened her eyes for just a moment before slamming them shut against the sudden brightness of the afternoon sunlight. She blinked rapidly on the second attempt and took a deep breath, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before glancing back at me as if to confirm she truly was where she thought she was.

“Holy shit, Matt,” Holly breathed, irises aflame.

I smirked, pleased by her response.

“If you can do THAT to me with just a backrub, how good are you at fucking?”

I blinked in surprise, not sure how to react to that. But then suddenly my eyes got even BIGGER in surprise as Holly launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.

I was supremely aware that Holly’s big beautiful breasts were currently pressed against my chest. As part of the backrub, I had unhooked the clasp of her bikini top and slid the straps off her shoulders while she trapped the cups against her own tits for modesty. But the bikini top had been forgotten when she’d whirled around to kiss me, and I reveled in the idea of having my arms full of horny, topless female while I let myself kiss Holly back with every ounce of fervor she was giving me.

“Hey, hey, hey! Party foul!” Sam howled from somewhere by the pool. I loved the way her Aussie twang made the phrase sound like "pahtty foww".

The sound of her voice brought me to my senses, and I abruptly broke the kiss. Holly kept going though, gnawing on my neck and then jaw trying to reconnect her lips to mine, finally succeeding a few seconds later.

“Holly!” Sam screamed shrilly.

Only then did the gorgeous girl in my arms pull her head back, eyes wild as she stared into mine. Panting heavily, she stared at me with a mixture of lust and confusion, horny as hell but not quite in her right mind. Two seconds later, she jerked away to sit back on her knees atop the lounger between my spread legs.

My eyes immediately dropped to her naked chest. Those big jugs swelled and heaved as Holly caught her breath. She felt my gaze and abruptly covered her tits with both arms, but the sight of her round melons with hard, erect nipples had already been committed to memory for the spank bank.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed, still out of breath. “I don’t know what came over me.”

I smiled at her chest before bringing my eyes back up to hers. “You don’t need to apologize to me.”

She frowned, blinked twice, and shook her head. “No, I need to apologize to them.” She swept her gaze around first to Mari and Belle on the lounge chairs to my left, then whipped the other way to take in Sam, Zofi, Alice, and Naimh. Everyone was gawking at us.

“Don’t worry about it,” Alice offered reassuringly. “It’s happened to all of us at one time or another.”

“At least you just kissed him,” Naimh added. “The first time he did that to me, I nearly yanked down his shorts and gave him a blowjob.”

Holly’s eyes immediately dropped to the tent in my swim trunks, my erection big enough that it threatened to peek out above my waistband. Her tongue came out and trailed across her upper lip.

Mari reached out and tapped Holly’s arm, drawing away the blue-haired girl’s attention. “Here,” she offered, holding up Holly’s discarded bikini top.

“Oh, right.” Holly quickly put the top back on, exposing her nipples again for a few precious seconds before getting her girls tucked away. She gave me an apologetic look but managed a shy smile.

I popped my eyebrows, gave her a reassuring smile of my own, and brought both feet up onto the lounger in-between us. Pivoting and standing up, I jerked a thumb over to the house, I said, “I think I’m gonna get another beer. Anybody else want one?”

“Me!” Alice called from the edge of the pool.

“Me, too,” Naimh chimed in.

Once again, Mari tapped Holly on the arm, this time holding up the beer Zofi had previously set down at the foot of the chair. Holly accepted it gratefully and immediately took a big swig. She looked like she wanted to say something, blinked twice, and then almost bashfully turned away while covering her lips with three fingers.

I shrugged and went into the house to fetch the beers.

****

“Look, nobody’s saying you can’t date him,” Sam said quietly. “He’s our friend, not our boyfriend. And it wouldn’t be fair for us to keep him from going out and--”

“Ah-hmm.” Zofi had noticed my approach, looked up at me, and cleared her throat rather obviously. Sam’s voice abruptly cut off and she and Holly both turned around to follow Zofi’s gaze.

“Didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said apologetically and jerked a thumb back toward the grill. “I was just coming to let you know the food’s ready.”

Sam gave me a weak smile and mumbled, “Uh, thanks.” She looked more worried about whatever I’d overheard than interested in the food. Holly remained silent but looked at me curiously. It was more than a little weird to see two such extroverted chatterboxes be so taciturn.

I gave them a weak smile of my own and beat a hasty retreat. Alice had been hanging out, chatting with me while I’d been cooking. I’d already told Belle, Mari, and Naimh, and the three of them were by the grill filling their plates.

Sam, Zofi, and Holly didn’t get up from their spot by the loungers for another five minutes. By then, the rest of us were assembled around the outdoor dining table we had under the covered patio. Conversation was light and there wasn’t much teasing going on, with everyone busy eating. The table was meant for six, so fitting seven people wasn’t a big deal but squeezing in eight chairs made things just a little bit crowded.

I was at the head of the table, as always, with Belle on my left and Mari next to her. Alice was usually on my right with Naimh and Zofi along that side, and then Sam at the other end of the table. Sam and Zofi brought their plates to their usual spots, but to my surprise, Holly set her plate down between me and Belle and asked Belle softly, “Mind if I squeeze in here?”

Belle flashed me a smirk before answering, “Not at all.” She got Mari to scoot her chair down a bit more towards Sam, and once I moved my own chair to the right a bit, Holly was able to get our last chair into the gap, a little bit around the corner.

Everyone smiled, we continued the group conversation, and we resumed our meals.

And then I felt a hand on my thigh.

I froze for a moment, but just a moment. I was used to all of the BTC girls teasing me from time to time after all, so it wasn’t the first time I’d felt a pretty girl’s hand on my leg. Even around this very table, both Belle and Alice would occasionally let their fingers trail across my thighs. I snuck a glance to my left, but Holly acted like nothing was going on. Revealingly, the normally right-handed girl was poking at her sliced chicken pieces with a fork in her left hand, but she otherwise kept up her typically effervescent chit-chat with the girls. I’ve already said she was an excellent conversationalist who could light up a room.

Nothing else happened during dinner, and Holly’s hand didn’t wander toward my crotch or anything like that. After dinner, the air temperature started dropping rapidly and we all moved inside to the family room. We had a very new flat screen Plasma TV, and the girls put in a DVD of some stupid rom-com. My family room furniture consisted of a 3-cushion couch, a 2-cushion loveseat, and a single-cushion armchair, all of them a matched set, including the coffee table. I always wound up in the middle of the 3-cushion couch that directly-faced the TV, so that at least two girls could cuddle up alongside me. Tonight that turned out to be Naimh on my right, and Holly on my left. Neither of them was a big surprise.

What WAS a bit of a surprise was that Sam and Belle ended up together on the loveseat. While the two of them had become pretty good friends, they weren’t the closest pair in the club. Sam and Zofi were besties. Belle and Mari were besties. Alice was my best friend, although I wouldn’t term us “besties”. If anything, Naimh and Alice paired up pretty often, but if Alice was hanging out with me, then Naimh would usually go join Sam and Zofi. And of course, Belle and I were really close and spent a lot of time together outside of the club.

The point is: I felt like I could count on one hand the number of times Sam and Belle had been alone together. But even after the movie started, I could see them putting their heads together in conversation, ignoring whatever was happening on the screen.

Alice wound up sitting on Naimh’s right side, squishing the four of us onto the couch. It made for a snug fit, not that I minded having two beautiful girls’ bodies pressed up against mine. I wrapped an arm around each of them, resting comfortably across each shoulder. Alice even reached up to rub my right hand a few times before leaving it alone.

Holly, on the other hand, gently tugged my hand downward about twenty minutes into the movie, placed my palm directly over her left breast, and then added a little pressure so that my fingers molded around the curvature of her underboob.

It wasn’t the first time I’d held a girl’s breast outside her clothing. While I would never be so bold as to cop a feel uninvited, all of the BTC girls at one point had done something similar to what Holly just did, making clear my touch was acceptable. But this was certainly the first time I’d ever touched Holly in such a way, and although most of the girls had simply thrown their clothes on over the tops of their bikinis before dinner, I quickly realized that Holly had neither her bikini top nor a bra on underneath her shirt. And as I felt her nipple hardening beneath my palm, I felt my penis start to harden as well.

Ten minutes later, Holly snuggled a little closer into the crook of my arm and asked, “Do you have any blankets here? It’s starting to get cold.”

“Uh, well…” I removed both arms from around Holly’s and Naimh’s shoulders and leaned forward.

“Don’t get up,” Belle said as she stood up from the loveseat to my left. “I know where they are.”

Holly was quick to pull my arm back around her shoulder, with Naimh following suit a few seconds later. She left my hand on her upper arm though, at least until Belle returned with three blankets. She tossed one to where Mari and Zofi were squeezed a little too tightly into the armchair, with Zofi opting to sit up on the armrest. She handed the second to us on the big couch, and draped the third over Sam and herself.

Belle had given us a fairly big blanket, long enough to cover the length of the couch, although Alice waved it off so that it only covered Naimh, Holly, and me. Holly pulled her end of the blanket so that it draped over her left shoulder, effectively obscuring her entire body. And once we were appropriately shielded from view, she pulled my hand down over her breast again…

… inside the shirt.

I couldn’t help but inhale as bare female flesh filled my hand. This WAS the first time I’d ever felt a girl’s naked breast before, and my heartbeat had started thumping in my chest. Naimh felt the sudden tension in my arm and shot me a glance, but I kept my eyes on the TV screen and fought to control my breathing. A moment later, though, she slid her hand up from my leg and over my crotch, feeling the massive bulge there.

It wasn’t the first time a girl had handled my package. If seeing the tent in my shorts was exciting, rubbing my dick through my shorts really gave them a thrill. The first time Alice sort of rolled my shaft around like a ball of Play-doh while we were alone in my bedroom, she nearly creamed her panties, exclaiming how happy she was to know she could have that effect on me. She’d made up her mind that every time she saw me hard it was because I’d been staring at Sam’s or Mari’s tits or something.

It was getting hard to control my breathing with Holly guiding my hand into massaging her left breast and Naimh stroking her palm back and forth along my shaft. I closed my eyes for a moment and concentrated on being in the moment, on enjoying the feelings for as long as they last, because everything always stopped in the end.

This was the game.

This was the tease.

The girls would manipulate me only as far as they were willing to go, always stopping short of actually doing something sexual.

But I was okay with that. I’d gotten used to that. Belle had worried I was suffering from constant rejection, but I’d been truthful when I said I was happy to accept whatever they’d let me have and not complain about not getting the rest. Did I want to lose my virginity and get laid someday? Sure. But being patient and trustworthy had gotten me this far, and I loved every girl in the BTC too much to risk losing them.

And hey, I now had a girl’s naked boob in my hand! Progress!

That’s when Holly stopped guiding my manipulation of her breast with her right hand, and instead moved it to fondle my package. Or at least, she tried. Her hand slid up my thigh and bumped into Naimh’s, causing both of them to startle in surprise. Naimh jerked her fingers back first as if caught red-handed. Holly leaned forward to look past my chest and over to the Irish redhead. Naimh gazed back, a sheepish expression on her face. But then Holly gave Naimh a little grin, rubbed my erection a few times, and pulled her hand away.

Holly then slid her hand inside my gym shorts.

I couldn’t help but inhale as bare male cock-flesh filled Holly’s hand. This WAS the first time I’d ever felt a girl’s hand on my naked dick before, and if my heartbeat had been thumping in my chest earlier, it was POUNDING now. Naimh felt the sudden tension in my arm and shot me a glance, and this time I couldn’t help but turn to look at her with an expression of wide-eyed terror. Not that I was scared or anything, but I was shocked beyond belief that this was happening. A moment later, Naimh slid her hand back up from my leg and over my crotch, feeling the massive bulge of Holly’s hand inside my shorts and the way it pumped back and forth in an obviously jacking motion. And when she did so, those emerald green eyes darted straight to mine.

Silently, Naimh mouthed, “Oh my gawd!”

My eyes just remained wide, but I didn’t otherwise respond. Moments later, Naimh flashed a naughty grin and raised up the blanket to cover her shoulder. She then reached up to grab my right hand and pulled it down inside her shirt, inside her bra as well, and I suddenly had BOTH hands full of bare-naked titflesh.

My hips surged involuntarily as if attempting to thrust inside some phantom pussy that wasn’t actually in my lap. Holly felt the jerk and giggled, speeding up her hand pumps while I closed my eyes and let my head loll backward. She probably had no idea that Naimh had my hand on her tit, and Naimh might very well have no idea that Holly had my hand on hers. No matter, Holly literally took things into her own hands, bringing up her left hand to turn my cheek so that I was facing her. I looked down into her twinkling hazel eyes, saw the little smile on her face, and watched the way her lips puckered up as she closed the gap between us.

Holly’s kiss was sweet, almost tender in stark contrast to the way my hand clamped down on her boob while she continued giving me a handjob. I parted my lips to let her tongue in, sparred with it a little, and then pressed back so that my tongue entered her mouth instead. We made out quietly, ignoring the outside world as if it had ceased to exist.

And then the outside world announced its presence. With a grunt, Sam abruptly stood up from the loveseat and not so quietly stomped out of the room. Holly and I broke our kiss and stared after her, as did everyone else. I pulled my hands out of both girls’ shirts and sat up straight. Holly yanked her hand out of my shorts, and as we all turned to look, the blanket dropped off the girls’ shoulders and down into our laps.

A moment later, Belle got up and followed after Sam, a look of concern on her face. Three seconds later, Zofi dismounted the armrest and went after them as well. Finally, Holly gave me an apologetic look, as if all this were her fault, and she got up to follow the others.

We didn’t finish the movie.