The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 76-77

THE BIG TITS CLUB 2.0

by bluedragon

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-- CHAPTER 76: The BTC 2.0 (Part I) --

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"Time for dessert, Matty..." Alice gave me a playful wink over her shoulder, braced her belly atop the washing machine during the spin cycle, and reached back with both hands, spreading her asscheeks apart in invitation.

"Fill me, darling! Fill me and fertilize me with your seed!" Zofi crooned into my ear while I bit down harder on her neck to ensure she would have a deep-purple hickey so that everyone would know she was marked and taken. She was mój skarbie, my treasure, emphasis on the 'my'.

But I couldn't keep ALL of them. The girls weren't Pokémon, after all.

"I can't be your ku'uipo anymore. I HAVE to move on," Lily told me with a sad smile.

"It's not that I don't want to hang around you anymore," Izzy insisted. "It's nothing about you, it's me."

"For what it's worth, it was worth all the while," Holly muttered with a lopsided grin. She then shrugged and gave me a sad smile. "I had the time of my life, but now that time is done."

But I did get to keep ONE of them I hadn't been expecting.

"I'm yours, Matty. Only yours. You own me. Because all I ever wanted was to be kept by you." My Mariangel's eyes shone. "I love you, Matty."

"I love you, Angel." I cupped my hand to her stunningly beautiful face, her skin warm to my touch.

"This isn't 'goodbye'," she reassured me, resting her cheek against my palm before raising her hand to cup mine. "I'll see you soon."

I gave my luscious Latina one last kiss. Our lips were still pressed together when the gate agent cleared her throat and asked, "Boarding pass?"

We broke apart immediately. Mari pulled my hand down and stepped away with a bittersweet smile, turning to hand over her boarding pass. I wanted to pull her back into my arms and make her promise to stay in Berkeley, never to leave me again. But instead she took a deep breath and firmly walked away.

Alice waited at the doorway, and both she and Mari each gave me and Belle one last wave before they both started down the jet bridge.

I felt a lump in my throat, but I didn't start to cry...

... because none of this was real.

Well, all of those individual scenes themselves had been real. I was dreaming again, dreaming of real memories from the past. Each of them was frozen in time: Mari, Alice, Zofi, Lily, Izzy, and Holly.

Mari: My Angel. My Queen. Always loving. Never demanding. Accepting what I could give her, even if it was far less than she deserved. I knew I'd see her again soon. And I wanted to make the effort to truly deserve her in the coming weeks and months, despite our separation.

Alice: My best friend. Always dependable. Never biased. Happy to enjoy what we shared and perfectly willing to give me unfiltered advice without jealousy or self-centeredness. She'd take this time apart to evolve and decide who she really wanted to be. But I knew that whatever form she took in the future, we would always be friends.

I was ready to let go.

Zofi: Mój skarbie. So sweet. So serene. So selfless. Someday we'd form a bond that would last forever. For now, she was also on the path of discovery to find herself, and hopefully to find the kind of lifelong love she'd always dreamed of... and deserved.

I was ready to let go.

Lily: My cutie ku'uipo. So friendly. So warm. So... immature. She was a teenager still growing up and discovering herself. I didn't know how much or how little she might be in my life going forward. But we were still students attending the same school, and neighbors to boot. I would forever be "her first", and that wasn't a bond easily discarded. We may never have developed kipona aloha in the short time we'd been together, but who knew what the future held?

Izzy: My chera. Vibrant. Voluptuous. Vivacious. But not built for Love. Perhaps I'd needed to learn my lesson that not every girl wants an emotional connection. But we'd still developed an intimacy that never truly went away. We were still students attending the same school, and Engineering majors to boot. Who knew what the future held?

Holly: My ex-girlfriend. Flighty. Fun. And unexpectedly Faithful. Despite enjoying me calling her a "slut" in the bedroom, she'd never been the type to sleep around. She deserved to be free, no longer shackled to a distant boyfriend who couldn't give her everything she needed. We could've been something special together, but sometimes things just don't work out.

I was ready to let go.

****

I felt something tickle my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

"Mmph!" somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I'd just shoved my dick an inch into a girl's throat. She took it like a trouper, gagging only slightly and keeping her head down, breathing heavily through her nose until I pulled back. And then she resumed rhythmically pumping my shaft in her hand and sucking on the mushroom head as if I'd never interrupted her.

As consciousness flooded my brain, the final images of Mari, Alice, Zofi, Lily, Izzy, and Holly evaporated into the ethereal nothingness that all dreams are made of in the real world. My eyes fluttered for a brief second, giving me just enough time to see the copper-haired head of my Irish lover bobbing up and down in my lap. Naimh looked up at me, her emerald-green eyes piercing in their gaze as she recognized I'd awakened. And she stopped to smile around a mouthful of meat while continuing to pump my shaft with her right hand.

Rather than feel a sense of loss at the six girls no longer with us, I felt the joy of being the lucky sonovabitch that had not one but SIX gorgeous girls still in my life. So I smiled back, and Naimh once again focused on the task at hand (er, mouth). She briefly paused to gather herself before pushing her head all the way down and not stopping until she had her lips around the very base of my cock. She held that position there, looked back up at me to make sure I was watching, and I rewarded her with a proud smile before she pulled herself all the way up and took a deep breath.

"Dia duit, Matty," my redheaded girlfriend murmured quietly but enthusiastically.

"Maidin mhaith, Neevie," I greeted her in kind, reaching up to caress her cheek with my fingertips. She leaned into my hand, cradling her cheek in my palm, and when she closed her eyes she sighed a sigh of supreme satisfaction.

I let my thumb rub across her freckled skin for a moment, but then she opened her eyes and righted herself once more. My luscious lover leaned down to take a long, languid lick along the underside of my cock, her emerald eyes glittering as she came to the apex and moved her pouty lips over my prickhead. I slid my fingers through her red tresses and took hold of the top of her head, pushing gently. And the comely college coed cooed before capitulating to the coercion of my cradling hand, descending at a deliberate pace until she'd swallowed every last inch of my big dick.

"Nnnngggghhhh..." I groaned in exquisite ecstasy, dropping my right arm back against the headboard in surrender to her oral expertise. My left arm, on the other hand, remained wrapped around my other bed partner.

Speaking of Belle, the pretty pixie began to stir within my grasp. Her head had slipped down into the hollow between my side and my arm, and she moaned while pitching her face forward into my body while tightening her left forearm around my midsection. I glanced down at my li'l cutie and squeezed her tightly. She was completely naked and she fit me like a perfect puzzle piece, with her pert little booty snugly tucked within the curve of my palm and her ample bosom securely squished against my flank.

Naimh slowly pulled off my prick and then reached forward with her right arm. The redhead gently rubbed Belle's cheek, murmuring, "Good morning, Belle."

"Mmm-mmmng," the petite strawberry-blonde murmured without opening her eyes. She continued to hug me tightly like I was a big teddy bear and nuzzled her nose against my side before taking a deep breath and then kissing my bare skin.

"You want a turn?" Naimh asked.

Still with her eyes closed, Belle shook her head fractionally before replying, "I'm good." And then she adjusted the grip of her left arm and continued to squeeze me.

Naimh then turned the other way and asked, "Do you want a turn?"

"Don't mind if I do!" Sam enthused happily. The platinum-blonde babe on my right side crawled over on her elbows to park her face above my upright prick. Naimh initially held my cock steady while Sam brushed her long bangs behind her ear in order to ensure I had a good view of her pouty lips parting around my prickhead and then pushing slowly down to the base of my dick.

She got hung up with about an inch to go but held her position, inhaled through her nose, and then pushed herself the rest of the way down. I groaned and momentarily closed my eyes at the exquisite sensations shooting up my spine. But then I smiled down at the sight of my beautiful Head Girlfriend staring up at me with amber eyes afire as she milked my shaft with her throat muscles.

Sam held the deep-throat for as long as she could before pulling off my prick with a gasp and a grin. I watched her big naked boobies shake as she caught her breath, my cock throbbing within the close confines of Naimh's throat since the redhead had gone back to sucking on me. The blonde then leaned over to give me a quick peck on the lips as she said, "I'm gonna go start brekkie."

"Don't you wanna go for a ride?" Naimh asked.

"Tell the truth, I'd rather he pin my head to the cabinets and skullfuck the hell outta me," Sam remarked with a grin.

"Both?" Naimh suggested. "You can do both."

"One each," Belle mumbled into my side. "First day of the new semester. You guys still gotta get to class."

"Leave it to Belle to be the voice of reason," Sam drawled.

"Teamwork makes the dream work," Belle muttered as well.

Naimh laughed, and Sam smiled as she held out her fist, Alice-style.

The girls bumped knuckles. The blonde then slid off the bed while the redhead crawled up my body and lined up her hips with mine. And Naimh rubbed her tuft of neatly-trimmed red fuzz along my cock, scratching my rod quite pleasantly while her green eyes glimmered watching the expressions on my face.

My busty redhead planted her hands to either side of my head and let her big boobies sway back-and-forth above my face, and I playfully nipped at her pendulous teats until she simply lowered her chest down to smother my eyes in lush titflesh. I went nom-nom on her nipples while she giggled musically. But after another few seconds of coating my cock with the slippery fluids leaking from her wet pussy, she reached behind herself to hold my cock at an angle and then slowly slid herself back.

"Ohhh..." Naimh moaned as she filled herself up with her boyfriend's big dick. I slid my right hand down to cup her ass, delighting in the different feelings I felt compared to Belle's booty in my left hand. And after my luscious Irish lass completed her journey down to the very base of my crotch, she sat fully upright and paused to catch her breath.

I stared up at her sweet smiling face, basking in the glow of Naimh's obvious love for me. She slowly undulated her body around in a counterclockwise circle, carving my cock around the inner confines of her vaginal canal, in no hurry just yet. She took her time and then closed her eyes to concentrate inward on the feelings. No matter how many times we had made love in this manner, she still appreciated every moment as if it needed to be treasured forever.

I let Naimh make languid love to me for a few minutes while I fully roused myself from my overnight torpor. As strength surged through my veins, I finally let go of Belle's booty and reached up to wrap both arms around Naimh's back. After tugging her down against my chest, I growled into my girlfriend's ear just before rolling her over onto her back while she squealed. And although our loins disengaged in the process, it was a simple matter for me to roll after her, nestle my hips between her spread thighs, and slam my stiff sausage straight back into the sweet center of her succulent snatch.

"Ffffuuuucccckkkk..." Naimh grunted, and she started muttering Irish curse words beneath her breath as I started savagely shafting her straight from the start. I didn't understand any of the words themselves, but there was no mistaking the shit-eating grin on her face or the way she clutched her legs to tug me deeper with every thrust. "Fuck me, Matty. Fuck meeee..."

I fucked her. Meanwhile, I felt a small hand rubbing my ass and glanced to my right to find my Baby Belle smiling at us with lustful flames of arousal in her pale green eyes. She was rubbing her little clitty, the sexpot voyeur visibly excited watching her big, strong man dominating the sultry redhead. And I leaned over to give the impish pixie a quick peck before returning my attention to the busty babe beneath me and devouring her mouth instead.

Sex with Naimh had always been amazing. More than once I'd waxed poetic about her "Goldilocks Pussy": just right. Being inside her like this was simply heaven on earth, and I felt pleasure-bolts of joyful electricity surging through my veins as I slammed my steel-hard schlong into her over and over and over again. And I would have been perfectly fine pounding her and pounding her and POUNDING her all the way until we both screamed in simultaneous ecstasy.

But I ALSO loved banging my Baby Belle's exquisitely tight wet box. So instead of relaxing my Kegel muscles to go ahead and let my sperm flow, I clamped down tight on my ejaculatory urges, pounding my sexy Squeakers until she shrieked in scintillating satisfaction, and then pulled out to promptly roll my petite pixie onto her back, split her legs apart, and plunge my prick into her perfect little pussy.

"EEEEEE!!!" Belle squealed at my unexpected entrance. She was soaking wet having masturbated while watching me pound Naimh, and her ultratight teenage twat was getting used to stretching around my girth. But she still had her same diameter issues, and I was only able to cram about half my cock into her cunt on the first try. Her fingernails dug into my upper arms, her teeth clenched, and she clamped her eyes shut with a grimace of pain.

But in a moment like this, I knew she wouldn't have it any other way. Sure, I could've slid myself into her sedately while taking the time to let her body adjust, but she would've simply smacked me upside the head and complained about me treating her like a fragile, porcelain doll instead of a proper fucktoy. Indeed, Belle opened her pale-green eyes to stare up at me and she bared her teeth, growling, "Deeper, Matty! Fuck me! Take me! Take me!"

I took her. I took her hard.

My Baby Belle shrieked and screamed and clasped her legs around my waist to physically tug herself up into the air to meet my driving thrusts. I braced my forehead against the mattress just above her head and concentrated on crunching my abs to really blast her wet box. And I rapidly drove the pint-sized dynamo up the proverbial wall, finally unwrapping her legs from my waist and hooking them over my arms to allow myself to get even deeper and ping the tip of my prick against the back wall of her cervix.

Belle curled up like an armadillo beneath me while I got to my knees and lifted her ass in the air. She flung her arms back and undulated her body before me, perky boobs wobbling haphazardly while she closed her eyes and concentrated inwards. She was my ultra-sexy, ultra-alluring Annabelle.

My Perfect Fit.

"Ohhh... Mmmaaattttttyyy..." she moaned.

"Belle... Belle... Belle..." I grunted as I drilled her.

Meanwhile, Naimh was not content to merely sit back and watch. She enjoyed seeing me fucking the other girls blind well enough, but she was more of an eager participant than an aloof voyeur. My randy redhead ducked her head to first nurse at one of Belle's swollen pink nipples and then the other. Naimh then crawled around to give my sexy "little sister" a sultry kiss, both beautiful babes moaning into each other's mouths and creating an aria of ecstasy that spurred me even further down the final stretch. And after relocating my hands down to my impish pixie's hips, I hammered her a few final times to push her over the precipice of peak pleasure and then grinned when she started howling her orgasmic release into Naimh's mouth.

"MMMMPPPPHHHH!!!"

And then I slammed down and groaned in rapturous release as I burst the dam and let my diluvial torrent of jism flood forth.

"HHHHNNNNGGGGAAAAHHHH!!!"

My tumescent tool could feel the internal twitches of her trembling teenage twat, another orgasm sweeping through her body like a sudden tsunami. And as my swollen schlong splooged out shot after shot of scalding semen, she squealed and shuddered in sympathetic satisfaction.

And then I collapsed down onto Belle's chest.

But only for a minute.

Wiped out as I was, I wanted to stay on top of her forever, although I knew that I couldn't. I'd still never forgotten Belle's answer when I asked if she would rather have me all to herself instead of sharing me with two or more other girls: "To myself? I'm flexible, but not quite flexible enough to slurp your jizz outta my own coochie. We need to have at least ONE other girl in our lives who'll let you blast her full of yummy sperm and let me suck it all back out."

In this case at least, I hadn't blasted Naimh full of yummy sperm (Belle's words, not mine), but Belle and I still needed her to suck it all back out. It's not like -I- wanted to do it, you know?

And sure enough, Belle tapped on my shoulders, urging, "Hurry up and pull out. Matty's Little Cumslut is hungry!"

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

****

Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished getting dressed first and headed downstairs while Belle and Naimh were still freshening up. The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as I descended and would've alerted everyone in the house that I was coming. So as soon as I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Sam turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, "Morning, Matty!"

My gorgeous Head Girlfriend was smartly dressed for class in slacks and a crisp pastel blue blouse, as always somewhat dressier than one would expect from a typical college student. Her platinum-blonde hair was short and sleek in a medium-bob just above her shoulders, accented with dangling earrings. And her makeup perfectly highlighted her strikingly beautiful face.

The busty blonde bombshell gave me a beaming smile as she extended her arms to me for a hug. I gladly gave it to her, grabbing meaty handfuls of her ass and lifting her off the floor. She squealed delightedly and puckered up for a fierce kiss, and I didn't set her back down onto her feet for what felt like an eternity of blissful peace.

That peace was rudely interrupted when my stomach started growling, making Sam giggle and start to push herself off of me. Only then did I set her back down, and she gestured with her chin out the door. "Have a seat. Brekkie will be done in a jiffy. Go grab some OJ."

But rather than head out to the dining table, I sidled up behind the busty blonde and wrapped my arms around her from behind. My hands deftly ducked beneath the waistband of her slacks and then tugged up the front of her blouse, so I could slide my fingers across her bare skin and beneath her bra to grasp her breasts. "And what if I'm hungry for something other than 'brekkie'?"

Sam cooed in my arms while glancing over her shoulder up and back at me. Her Aussie drawl got thicker as she purred, "I think we've got time for a quickie."

I grinned as she immediately spun around and dropped to a squat right there in the kitchen. She made quick work of my zipper and then yanked my jeans down to my knees. I was already half-hard when my cock sprang out in front of Sam's face, and she was quick to take my shaft in hand and give it a few short pumps while smiling up at me with sparkling eyes and then stuffing my meat into her mouth.

I groaned and gripped the bullnose edge of the counter while staring down at the amazing sight of my awesome Aussie girlfriend's lips stretched around the very base of my shaft. And she hummed while running her tongue along the underside of my rod, and at the same time started unbuttoning her blouse.

Thirty seconds later, Sam had finished not only unbuttoning her blouse, but had also undone the front clasp of her industrial-strength bra. Her dynamite Double-D's had spilled forth, and she mashed her own marvelous melons around my meatstick while I pushed her body back flat against the cabinets and made short little thrusts up through the valley of her cleavage.

And then the doorbell rang exactly twice.

I was still fucking Sam's tits when Eva sauntered into the kitchen, stopping at the entrance to fold her arms and lean against the doorjamb. "Why am I not surprised...?" she drawled laconically, a smirk on the hapa Hawaiian girl's face.

"You're welcome to get your tits out and join in," Sam offered with a smile before opening her mouth so that when my cockhead popped through the top of her tunnel of titflesh, my mushroom cap probed into her mouth.

"Thanks but I'm good for now," Eva replied as she dropped her arms and walked in, heading for the gas range. "Besides, it looks like Matty distracted you before you could finish brekkie."

Sam popped her mouth off my prick to explain, "It's all finished. I just didn't have time to plate it."

"I got you. One for All." Eva winked at us as she opened an upper cabinet door to start pulling out plates.

Sam grinned to hear Eva repeating that part of The BTC Motto. And after apparently judging my rod to have reached sufficient rigidity, she let go of her tits, fisted my shaft, and promptly impaled her face on my dick.

I groaned and thrust forward, taking hold of her head and keeping it in place as I pushed my prick into her throat. Sam gagged just briefly, so I paused for a moment to let her catch her breath. But then she visibly relaxed herself, even dropping her hands to the sides instead of holding onto my ass, and I steadily pushed forward again, not stopping until the back of her skull pressed against the cabinet so that she was completely pinned in place.

And then I skullfucked her.

Tight-Ass Slut made little "glug, glug" noises while I pounded my way in and out of her throat. She stared up at me with fiery amber eyes, holding both of her elbows in her hands beneath her breasts and unresisting as I took my pleasure between her pouty, puffy lips.

I pulled out every once in a while to let her gasp for air, each time with my sweet Sam staring up at me with a silly little smile on her face. She surrendered control, giving me no direction whatsoever as I repeatedly skewered her skull with my steel-hard shaft for my own selfish pleasure.

One time, I slammed all the way forward, really putting my weight into pressing her head against the cabinets. Bent over with my hands braced against the countertop, I slowly skullfucked Sam against the cabinets while she let her arms fall slack to her sides, struggling to breathe. I kept on pumping the pretty girl's face until I sensed she was about to choke, and only then did I pull my prick all the way out so that she could breathe.

Then I slowly fed every last inch of my massive cock straight back in.

And then Eva squatted down right beside Sam.

I glanced at Eva with arched eyebrows. Having pinned Sam's head against the unyielding surface of the cabinet with my pelvis, I held myself at full-depth while she made wet gurgling sounds and just sort of ground myself there for a few seconds before pulling back far enough to let her breathe.

"I plated brekkie and put everything on the dining table," Eva explained. "You guys said I could join in. Oh, wait, Sam also told me to get my tits out."

Eva grinned and then yanked her sweater, shirt, and bra up to her upper chest, baring her pretty boobies to my hungry gaze. And then she gaped her mouth open in invitation.

Damn I was a lucky sonovabitch.

Now Sam finally gave me some direction, reaching up to tap the sides of my hips as a signal for me to pull out. I did so, and rather than waste any time waiting for me to move over to her, Eva just grabbed my ass and tugged me towards her so that she could impale her face around my cock.

Really lucky sonovabitch.

"Ooh! Are we doing a skullfucking lineup?" Belle exclaimed merrily as she came into the kitchen. "I want in! I want in!"

"Well, we DO still have to get to class," Sam pointed out.

"There's enough time," Naimh encouraged as she followed Belle in.

Sam smiled as Belle squatted down right next to Eva, her sweater having already disappeared. "Teamwork makes the dream work."

Naimh smiled as she held out her fist. Sam bumped her knuckles, and then both girls looked up at me as Naimh squatted down next to Sam and started pulling up her shirt.

I stared down at the sight of the four girls lined up for me in a row, eyes shining, tits out, and mouths open.

Really, really lucky sonovabitch.

It was gonna be a great semester.

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Sam got me started and Sam got the mouthful of sperm at the end, saving some of it for Belle to snowball afterwards (natch). I would've liked to have pulled out and painted my four ladies' faces, but I was cognizant that we still needed to get to class and didn't want to make any of them re-do their makeup beyond applying some fresh lipstick, which they would need to do after breakfast anyways.

Speaking of lipstick, I chuckled and shook my head at the four layers of the stuff smeared around the base of my cock as I tucked myself back into my boxer shorts. With that, the five of us finally sat down to eat, the feminine collective silently deciding to start the semester with a bare-boobies breakfast. My chewing frequently paused in the face of such feminine busty beauties taking turns preening for me, leaving me the last to finish. After the meal, the girls sealed paradise behind their sweaters, and our little party of five got our shoes on, grabbed our bags, and headed out the door.

"Hey, Lily!" Naimh called out while I was locking up the front door. And I turned my head to see a familiar petite young coed with dark hair mixed with sun-kissed strands come to a stop and look back at us from the sidewalk just before she passed out of sight beyond the fence between our immediate neighbor's yard and ours.

"Howzit, hoalauna?" Lily greeted us with a smile, both thumbs hooked into the straps of her backpack as she waited for the rest of us to catch up to her.

Belle skittered ahead of us with her arms open, rather ebulliently wrapping up the other girl in a hug. "Lily, hi!" she greeted eagerly. "So glad we ran into you this morning."

"Hi, Lily," Sam added.

"Aloha," I finished while flashing a shaka sign.

"Hey, guys," she replied while surveying everyone. "Looks like we all have morning classes? Wait, I know you don't have a morning class today, Eva."

"Actually, only Neevie, Sam, and Matty have classes right now," Belle explained helpfully. "Eva and I are just walking them onto campus. First day of classes and all."

"Ah, gotcha," Lily replied with a nod.

"Join us?" Belle asked.

"Sure. Of course." Lily shrugged and smiled as Belle hugged her arm and started leading her down the sidewalk.

The rest of us fell into step with them. The sidewalks were narrow enough that only two people could fit across, so Sam and Eva went directly behind Belle and Lily, and Naimh held my hand (per usual). From where I was, I could hear Belle and Lily chatting animatedly (well, Belle was doing most of the chatting), but I was far enough back that I couldn't really make out the details of their conversation. Likewise, Sam and Eva were talking about something as well, but my focus for the moment was on Naimh.

Just like first semester, Naimh held my hand until we got to our usual intersection where she'd bounce off towards the Biology buildings. The most gorgeous thing I'd ever loved gave me a sweet kiss while I grabbed her ass. Then, she giggled while giving me a wink and a wave for the other girls before spinning around and sauntering away, putting an extra-saucy wiggle into her booty for my benefit and theirs.

By habit, I expected Belle to slip her hand into mine for the journey that remained, but she was still latched around Lily's arm, and I looked up to find both Sam and Eva more than willing to come take my hands. The pathways on campus were a little wider with space enough to fit three abreast (hehe, I said "abreast"), and I was in something of a jovial mood as I continued walking across the campus quite casually ignoring the stares I got from other people at the sight of two such stunning examples of the female form holding onto me at the same time.

But then a sudden exclamation from directly ahead of me startled me back to the immediate moment. Also, Belle and Lily had come to a dead-stop right in front of us, and I had to stop walking as well lest I crash right into them.

"NO WAY!" Belle had exclaimed, and presently she repeated it again, "No way! He said WHAT?!?"

Lily's eyes got big, and she glanced at us nervously with a wince while pursing her lips and making it abundantly clear that she didn't want to keep talking. At least, she wouldn't want to keep talking in front of us.

Eva suddenly clenched my hand, and I turned to look at her. The hapa Hawaiian girl's eyes were tight, but she wore an expression without a trace of surprise. Indeed, it seemed to me she knew exactly what was going on.

But the rest of us didn't, and it didn't seem to me that Lily wanted to explain anything in front of us. Belle seemed to sense the same thing, so she grabbed Lily's hand and started tugging the girl off the main walkway and vaguely northward.

"I'm gonna catch you guys later, alright?" Belle stated rather than asked. "We're gonna take a few minutes to chat."

I opened my mouth to warn Belle that perhaps she shouldn't press Lily, but then I took a deep breath and pursed my lips rather than say anything. Lily wasn't my responsibility, and she didn't resist Belle's tugs. Indeed, the Hawaiian girl seemed perfectly happy to go with my little pixie at the moment, so in the end I merely waved goodbye to both. At least Belle didn't have any classes she'd need to get to.

That left me with Sam and Eva. I wasn't about to try and pry into the details of Lily's life, not without Lily present at least. But Sam felt no such compunctions as she looked at Eva and asked, "What was that all about?"

"Aiden broke up with her yesterday," Eva said matter-of-factly, that tight-eyed expression back on her face. "Lily told me he flew out to Kaua'i for a few days after New Year's and they spent a ton of time together before he went back to O'ahu. They made plans to meet up yesterday, and when she left Mrs. Morris's house I didn't think she could be any more excited. But then she came back like an hour later all glum and dejected."

Sam made a face. "You knew yesterday but you didn't tell us?"

Eva shrugged. "Didn't seem my place to tell you."

Sam rolled her eyes and shot a glance at me, deadpanning, "Now where have I heard that before?" She sighed and returned her attention to Eva, asking matter-of-factly, "Why did Aiden break up with her?"

Eva glanced around first to survey how many people might be within earshot and whether or not she recognized any of them. Then she leaned in towards us and explained softly, "I'd rather not go into all the details here, but the main gist of it was that Aiden and Lily weren't on the same page about how serious they wanted the relationship to be."

I glowered. "Did he pressure her into putting out?"

Eva winced but shook her head. "No, it wasn't about that. More like she wanted kipona aloha and he wanted casual. I spent most of the time listening to Lily whining, 'Why doesn't anybody want me???'"

Sam winced and stared after the departing two girls, muttering, "Poor Lily."

Eyebrows furrowed, I muttered, "Belle's gonna try and talk her into coming back to The BTC."

"Oh, for sure," Sam concurred.

"Would that be a problem?" Eva inquired.

"No, of course not," I told her with a shrug, feeling a little flutter in my stomach but doing my best to keep my expression neutral.

Eva arched an eyebrow at my response before looking at Sam for confirmation.

Sam smiled and nodded. "Fine with me, if that's what Lily wants. But that's a big 'if'. Lily left for very good reasons, reasons that haven't necessarily changed just because things between her and Aiden didn't work out."

"Oh, I know. You don't need to tell me," Eva said with an understanding nod. She then grinned and elbowed me, "You need to tell Matty here. Look at him. He's all excited at the idea that Lily's single again."

"Excited?" I blinked, blushed a bit, and questioned the neutrality of my expression.

"Yeah, you look excited." Sam giggled as she studied my face. "But don't go counting your chickens before they hatch."

"I know, I know," I stated with a nod. "I'm not expecting Lily and me to just pick up where we left off or anything. Like you said: she had very good reasons for leaving. But I still hold a lot of regret over the way things ended, and I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't welcome a second chance."

"A second chance at kipona aloha?" Eva queried.

"Or another chance to get into that tight pussy of hers?" Sam chided.

"Bit of both?" Eva laughed.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head rather than dignify those remarks with a response. Tugging both Sam's and Eva's hands, I started walking.

"C'mon. Let's get to class."

****

Eva and I dropped off Sam at her next class, with Sam giving me a simple peck on the cheek, and then the pretty hapa Hawaiian girl held me in her arms and gave me a rather tender kiss in the plaza outside the Engineering building. I patted her ass and she departed with a coy smile that promised even more passionate kisses the next time she saw me. And then I turned and walked into the building, ignoring the gawking stares of a few familiar freshman Engineering classmates used to watching me make out with Naimh, Belle, and Izzy, but who had probably never seen Eva before.

Engineering 7: Introduction to Computer Programming for Scientists & Engineers was held for freshman students in the exact same auditorium-style lecture hall that I'd attended for E10. I walked inside and sauntered down the steps to my usual seat on the aisle in the fourth row, nodding silently to the familiar faces of my classmates, most all of whom I knew by name. Doctor Shevchenko, a middle-aged man with a receding hairline and wearing an Argyle sweater vest, stood at the lectern fielding pre-class questions from students. But I only glanced at him briefly before taking note of the beautiful brunette with wavy dark hair, expressive dark eyes, and a tanned complexion in the seat immediately next to mine.

"Good morning, Matty," the gorgeous girl greeted me brightly with a beaming smile.

"Morning, Izzy," I greeted with a smile. "Long time no see."

She giggled and played with her hair, twirling a long, curly bang with her left index finger. "How was the ski trip?"

"Great. Lots of fun," I replied casually while taking my seat.

"Luna used adjectives that were somewhat more... extravagant than merely 'fun'." Isabela's eyes glittered.

"Well 'fun' is the most extravagant adjective I'm going to use in a crowded classroom," I admitted before arching an eyebrow. "How ARE things with you and Luna?"

"We're good, I think." Isabela's smile dropped momentarily as she took a deep breath and collected herself. Then her eyes returned to me as she shrugged and said, "I convinced her to stay in the dorm room with me, at least. I really want us to stay friends."

I nodded my understanding.

"And I want us to stay friends," Isabela added, placing a hand on top of my forearm. My eyebrows popped in surprise, as did my jaw. But before I could say anything, she leaned in and added quietly, "But just as friends. Don't worry, I promise I'm not gonna start rubbing your junk in the middle of class or anything."

I gave her a skeptical look, because there was a naughty little gleam in Isabela's eyes that made me unsure of whether or not she would actually keep to that promise. But before I could say anything in response, the sound of heels rhythmically striking individual stair treads grabbed my attention, and I turned the other way to look over my shoulder and up the stairs.

Jerome was a stereotypical male grad student wearing a white, long-sleeved button-down shirt with a black tie and two ball-point pens tucked into his left breast pocket. I noticed the rectangular glasses perched on his nose and that he wore gleaming leather shoes that clonked on the stair treads, but I stopped paying attention to him at that point. I'd already met him during the few days he'd been my E10 T. A. last semester before he'd taken a leave of absence and been replaced.

"He's nowhere near as cute as Skylar," Isabela muttered into my ear as I turned to face forward again, which made me chuckle. "Speaking of whom, I understand you two finally sealed the deal?"

"Ah, no comment," I replied with a shrug, keeping my expression neutral.

The lusty Latina's girlish giggles told me just how successful I was.

Thankfully, Isabela didn't pressure me further about Skylar. We chit-chatted for a bit until the Professor started class and introduced Jerome, who began handing out the course syllabus. And once the lecture began, Isabela was a model student and actually didn't paw at my leg or rub my package or anything like that.

At the end of class, when Isabela and I walked out of the building together, the most gorgeous thing I'd ever loved was waiting for me right outside. My beautiful Irish redhead bounced up to me with a beaming smile, greeting happily, "Matty!"

Naimh came to a stop, and a split-second later her boobs stopped jiggling as well. She wore a scoop-necked sweater that showed off oodles of freckled cleavage and spray-painted jeans that really hugged her spectacular ass. And she wrapped me up in her arms while giving me a fierce kiss before we parted just far enough to face Isabela while we each kept an arm wrapped around the small of the other's back.

"Hey, Izzy," Naimh greeted. "Happy New Year."

"Feliz año," Isabela replied with a grin, stepping into a one-armed side-hug with the redhead. "Good to see you again. I'd love to catch up, but I gotta go pick up Luna across campus."

Naimh looked surprised. "You're still picking up Luna?"

"Matty will explain." Isabela was already walking away, and she waved as she departed. "¡Adiós!"

Naimh waved back and then turned to me with a questioning look.

I shrugged. "I don't have much of an explanation. Izzy just said that she wants to stay friends with Luna and convinced her to stay in the dorm room for now."

"That part I already knew," Naimh confirmed. "Luna told me last night."

"Oh. Okay..." I shrugged before asking, "We still on for lunch?"

Naimh's glittering green eyes were all the answer I needed.

****

"Oh, FUCK, Matty! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Skylar screamed at my sudden entrance, hanging her honey-blonde head down between her shoulders and then bracing it against the mattress while I rapidly ramped up the pace of my pussy-pounding.

My busty blonde bombshell ex-T. A. groaned gutturally while I hammered my pelvis off her heinie from behind. Naimh was tucked beneath her in a sixty-nine position and went back to licking Skylar's supremely soaked slit. And the three of us continued that way for a couple of minutes until I slammed myself balls-deep into the blonde's wet box and held myself there for a moment while my redhead's talented tongue switched over to teasing my testicles.

I then slowly withdrew from Skylar's snatch, angled my pelvis downward, and sedately slid every last inch of my steel-hard schlong straight back into Naimh's upside-down mouth, where her throat muscles marvelously milked the full length of my shaft.

Fuck yeah.

The three of us had first met up at a nearby café before taking our food "to go". But we hadn't wasted time actually eating our food before Skylar threw me onto the bed so we could all start eating something else. I wound up flat on my back with the busty blonde straddling my face while the busty redhead yanked down my pants to feed on my rapidly rising rod. And it didn't take long for our first ever "nooner" threesome to progress from there.

Our first of many, many nooner threesomes to come.

I was happy to switch back and forth between Skylar's snatch and Naimh's face a few times until Skylar's crooning cries started to climb to a crescendo.

"Ssssooooffffuuuucccckkkkiiiinnnnggggggggoooooooodddd..."

Naimh sensed her friend's impending climax as well, so she grabbed onto the girl's ample hips and held on tight while eating Skylar out with a fury. Her face was pressed in so tight that my balls were banging off the top of my randy redhead's red head with every thrust. But I could put up with the mild discomfort given the exquisite sensations of Skylar's clenching cunt around my cock.

"Ohmiggggaaaawwwwdddd... Soooooooo ggggoooooooodddd... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." Skylar's snatch suddenly spasmed. "FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!"

Naimh and I kept up the intensity of our dual-assault on Skylar's senses until the blonde finally gassed out and collapsed limply face-first into Naimh's crotch. We gave her a minute to cool down before I pulled out and fed my dick back into my girlfriend's mouth. Skylar then groaned and slowly rolled over onto her back beside us, at which point Naimh reversed herself and beckoned for me to enter her missionary-style.

Once our two naked bodies were intertwined together as closely as two human beings can be, I paused for a moment and groaned about my sore balls banging into her head.

Naimh laughed and then soothed, "Poor babies. Want me to suck them all better?"

I chuckled and shook my head. "I've no interest in pulling out of paradise right now."

Naimh's emerald-green eyes glittered as she glanced at the blonde beside us. "If you put it into Sky's sacred core instead, you wouldn't have the same problem with your balls bangin' into me head."

"Donnn't... even... think about it..." Skylar groaned, her eyes remaining closed as she panted for breath. "I know you love anal, Neevie, but I'm nowhere near ready for that yet, if ever."

"I'm jus' teasin', Sky," Naimh laughed.

"Matty's weapon is intimidating," Skylar continued, finally opening her eyes as she sighed. "Even when it's soft, that thing is just... wow."

"Aww, look at 'im blushin'," Naimh teased, squeezing my hand. "Keep going. He'll never get tired of you praising his dick."

"His mammoth meat," Skylar added with a smile. "His enormous erection. His colossal cock."

Naimh giggled. "Keep going. He's turning red."

"His substantial schlong. His gargantuan girth. His stupendous shaft. His gigantic junk. His titanic tool... His... uhhh..."

Naimh was cackling now, her laughter doing incredible things to her inner muscles that continued to massage my... mammoth meat.

"You wanna feel his titanic tool pushing back into your teeny-tiny twat?" my redhead asked while rubbing my back.

"Now? I already came and you only just got him into you," Skylar argued.

"We had morning sex and he made me cum a bunch of times already," Naimh pointed out. "We're having this nooner for you. Don't tell me you don't want his... uh, colossal cock filling up your coed cunt again and again and again."

"Of course I do." Skylar gave me a dreamy smile. And she looked so beautiful in that moment that I couldn't help but lean over to give her a tender kiss.

She moaned happily into my mouth, and even when I started to pull up, she raised her head to let her lips linger on mine a bit longer. Sweaty and looking satisfied, Skylar nevertheless looked eager to continue. So after stirring my dick around the inner confines of Naimh's teenage twat, I pulled out of her and moved myself back over the blonde.

Skylar spread her legs apart while I laid my dick atop her blonde-tufted mound between us. She reached up to hold my shoulders, looking up at me face-to-face while I slowly dragged my rod through her pink furrow.

"Tell me how you want me," I intoned gently.

"Slowly," Skylar sighed with a smile. "One sensation at a time."

I grinned and slid back until my mushroom head notched at her opening once again. I dipped my head down and softly pressed my lips to hers. I wanted her senses to be filled with a kaleidoscope of inputs. The smell of me. The taste of me. The sight of my stormy eyes. The sound of my moan. And the touch of my mouth pressed hard against hers.

And then I pushed.

I rather loved the way Skylar's brilliant light-blue eyes always dilated from the rush of sensation, the way her mouth gaped open in sympathetic harmony with the way her too-tight pussy had to suddenly stretch in order to accommodate my gargantuan girth. I did my best not to get a big head about my over-the-top sex life with a literal harem of busty, big-titted babes. But it was still quite an ego trip to witness the look on Skylar's face as I made her feel like she was losing her virginity all over again, even though I'd been fucking her bare minutes before.

"Ohhh holy fuuuuck, Mattyyy..." she moaned while her hands clamped down onto my shoulders, her back arched to thrust up those beautiful big boobies beneath my chin, and she tensed up from head to toe in a way that arrested any further entrance for a minute. But then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly to let her whole body relax, surrendering her entire being and accepting the smooth slide of my full length into her supple snatch.

"Nnnggghhh..." I groaned as it felt like my entire being was wrapped up within her warmth. "Oh Sky... So good... So good to be inside you."

"So good to feel you inside me," she crooned, clutching my head and then biting my ear before adding, "And to have you with us, too."

"So good to see both of you so happy together," Naimh enthused merrily, and I turned just in time to see the pair of busty babes come together for a tender kiss mere inches in front of my face.

Skylar's left hand grabbed my asscheek and gripped it tightly to tug me even deeper into her body. Her right hand came up to caress Naimh's cheek and then grip the back of the Irish redhead's red head to increase the pressure of their kiss. I nuzzled my way down Skylar's neck and across her shoulder, briefly baring my teeth to her creamy white skin. And after digging my toes into the mattress for leverage, I started up a steady pumping motion.

The beautiful blonde beneath me gasped and moaned at the sensations of my stiff shaft sawing in and out of her slippery snatch. Skylar shoved Naimh's head a little lower so that the redhead could suckle at one of her pink teats, and I hunched a bit to duck down and suckle at her other one. Naimh's hand ran up and down my spine, and my gorgeous girlfriend grabbed my head to turn it so that we could tango with our tongues. And a few seconds after that, we turned to Skylar for a three-way tongue-filled kiss.

Raising Skylar's left leg up my chest, I twisted her beneath me to drill her even deeper and give Naimh even freer access to the blonde's body. A minute after that, I completed my pivot to spoon myself behind Skylar without ever withdrawing from her wet box. Naimh and I sandwiched the older girl between us, with the fingers of the Irish Shamrock's right hand dancing on the English Rose's little love button.

"Neevie... Neevie... Neevie..." Skylar moaned as she stretched her neck out and closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensations.

Naimh apparently took that as an invitation to lean over and suckle on the blonde girl's neck, hard enough to leave a hickey. Once she was finished, my green-eyed girlfriend glanced up at me with waggling eyebrows. And without even needing to speak, I already knew she wanted me to hook my forearms around Skylar's midsection and roll over onto my back.

I did as instructed, hooked my feet around Skylar's ankles, and then spread both sets of our legs out to the sides. Skylar wound up reclining back against my chest with my big dick still stabbing upwards into her juicy wet box. But now Naimh had plenty of room to settle down between our thighs and resume her lunchtime meal.

"Neevie... Neevie... Neevie..." Skylar moaned again, reaching down to hold the Irish girl's head to her loins.

Naimh hooked Skylar's legs over her shoulders to get even deeper, enough that I could feel her tongue running up and down the length of my exposed rod. I'd moved my hands up from the blonde's midsection to palm both of her big breasts, tweaking her nipples between my fingers. But as I felt Skylar's pleasure build inside her, I reached down to grab her legs behind her knees and pull them back into a wide V while planting my own feet flat for leverage to start thrusting upwards with some serious force.

"Fuck! Matty! Fuck!" Skylar grunted at the new sensations. Her head lolled back over my shoulder, her face turning to mine. She gasped at me from inches away, close enough for me to kiss her lips. So I happily did so until she had to clench her eyes shut and pull back to grunt, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

My unrelenting thrusts combined with Naimh's expert cunnilingus to rapidly drive Skylar up the proverbial wall. At the same time, my gorgeous green-eyed girlfriend had taken to tickling my testicles with her fingertips, making sure they weren't sore anymore before adding a little pressure with her palm.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" I grunted from exertion as I drove my dick deeper and deeper up into Skylar's clenching cunt.

"Matty! Matty! Matty!" she crooned, the sound of my name fueling not only my arousal, but hers as well.

"UNGH! UGNH! UNGH!"

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

"UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH!"

"FUU-UUCK MEEE!"

"UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH!"

"FUU-UUCK MEEE!"

"UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH!"

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"

"UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! UUNNGGHH! HHHHNNNNGGGGHHHH!!!"

"MMMMAAAATTTTTTTTYYYY!!! MMMMAAAATTTTTTTTYYYY!!!"

Skylar suddenly shuddered with such force that I would've momentarily worried she might snap Neevie's neck were I not rather preoccupied with the rush of sensations flowing through me as I firehosed what felt like a few cubic meters of cum straight up into Skylar's sucking womb. She shivered and shook like she was having an epileptic seizure, screaming her bloody head off and squeezing my shaft so tightly I might've momentarily worried she'd snap it off.

But of course, I was rather preoccupied with the rush of sensations still flowing through me as I continued firehosing what felt like a few cubic meters of cum straight up into Skylar's sucking womb. I mean, a few cubic meters of cum is a LOT, and it certainly kept coming and coming and coming out of me for a long, long time.

My heels slipped just then, my legs shooting out towards the far corners of the bed as my ass slammed back down to the mattress. Skylar collapsed with me, her arms and legs splaying out once I lost my grip behind her knees. And the impact of our bodies landing on the bed seemed to compress another cup of creamy jism into her already cum-soaked snatch.

"Uuuhhhnnnggghhh..." I groaned, hazy blackness creeping in around the edges of my vision as I teetered on the brink of blacking out.

"Ohhhhh..." Skylar moaned in sympathetic harmony, likewise on the verge of unconsciousness.

"THAT looked like a really good one," Sam intoned lightly in her familiar Aussie drawl.

I turned my head slowly with a sleepy smile, glancing over at the open doorway of my master bedroom. The platinum-blonde beauty was still smartly dressed for class in slacks and a crisp pastel blue blouse, her arms folded and a broad smile across her face as she leaned against the doorjamb.

"Hey, Sam. 'Bout time you got here," Naimh remarked with an arched eyebrow.

"I know, I know, I'm a little late," Sam admitted. "Had to ask my Prof a few questions after class."

"Better late than never," I told her with a warm smile. "Just happy you're here."

"Me too," Skylar added with a little giggle. "Wanna come slurp out the creampie? I think the absolute fastest way to put the starch back into Matty's stupendous shaft would be to watch you snowballing his cream back to me."

I popped my eyebrows as Skylar turned her face to grin at me. I smirked and replied, "Well... you're not wrong."

She quickly pecked my lips and then turned back to face forward. Shifting herself a little higher up my belly to lift her sodden pussy up and off my half-hard prick, Skylar then spread her thighs apart and smiled at Sam, her bright-blue eyes sizzling in anticipation while the other blonde started unbuttoning her blouse. And while beckoning Sam towards her with both hands, Skylar exclaimed enthusiastically, "One for all!"

****

-- CHAPTER 77: The BTC 2.0 (Part II) --

****

"Matty... Matty... Matty..." Sam moaned repetitively in sync with the rhythmic undulations of our two bodies as closely interconnected as two people can be.

She stared up at me with her big brown eyes, an amber inner fire glowing with an intensity that made it feel like she could see straight into my very soul. Our palms pressed together with our fingers interlaced, her hands pressed down against the mattress to either side of her head. I supported my weight on my elbows while still feeling the crush of her big tits against my chest. And I moaned repetitively in sync with the rhythmic undulations of our two bodies, "Sam... Sam... Sam..."

And then we kissed.

Sam whimpered into my mouth as I poured a tidal wave of fervent passion and love through my lips into hers, and I inhaled sharply feeling an equally fervent tidal wave flowing back into me. It was as if the energy of our two bodies were united as one, an electrical current that flowed between us in an unbreakable circuit.

Well, at least until she pulled her lips off of mine.

But just for a moment.

With a crackle of electric energy, Sam's eyes sizzled with a naughty gleam. She suddenly rolled me off of her and pushed me onto my back, disentangling our loins. But she rolled right after me, centered herself with the comfortable familiarity of having done so literally hundreds of times, and then sank herself back down around my flagpole prick.

Now it was Sam's turn to press MY hands down to the mattress while she took charge of our shagging. She fucked me in a way I recognized as her way of focusing on my pleasure without worrying about her own. She concentrated inward on the way her milkmaid muscles worked around my embedded cock, but that's not to say she wasn't receiving pleasure anyway.

I crunched my abdominals and worked my hips to grind my pelvic bone against her crotch. Sam's eyelids fluttered rapidly like butterfly wings as little sensations of pleasure tickled her love button. Lightning bolts ran up her spine, through her brain, and back out from her body into me, up into my brain, and then back into her. It was our circuit of carnal satisfaction.

It was our circuit of love.

She leaned forward, draping her massive melons over my face so I could nip at her nipples and nuzzle my nose into the valley of her spectacular, swaying mounds. I slipped my hands away from hers so that I could hook them behind her shoulder blades, tugging her tits tighter against my cheeks before gripping her shapely hips and really grinding her body down against my dick.

"Matty... Matty... Matty..."

I would never tire of the sound of Sam moaning my name in that voice with that tone of deep-rooted longing and desire.

"Matty... Matty... Matty..."

"Sam... Sam... Sam..." I crooned back.

"Matty... Matty... Matty..."

"Sam... Sam... Sam..." I crooned back.

And then we were kissing again.

Although Sam had started off trying to give me pleasure with no concern for her own, I could feel her next climax building within her anyways. Hugging the small of her back with my right forearm, I trapped her body down so that her clit rubbed directly on my pelvic bone. Raising my left hand to the back of her head, I tugged her close enough for me to whisper into her ear.

"Cum for me, My Aphrodite... Cum..."

"Oh Matty... Oh Matty... I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum for you..."

"Sam... My Sam..."

"Fuck me, Matty... Fuck me... I'm gonna-- Uuuunnnngggghhhh!!!"

I grabbed my lover's naked body with both arms and really drove my dick deep within the very center of her pleasure, squeezing her tightly while she trembled and shivered in my arms. And I continued holding her long after she'd passed her apex and eventually gone still on top of me.

For a moment, we paused.

But just for a moment.

"Your turn, my love..." she murmured into my ear, nuzzling the lobe with her nose and then softly biting down on it with her teeth in a way that sent a fresh surge of electricity through me. "Tell me how you want me."

I knew immediately and growled, "Bend over the foot of the bed, you Tight-Ass Slut."

"Yes, Master..." she purred. "EEP!"

Leaving my palm on her reddened asscheeks where I'd just spanked it, I caressed the curvaceous globe before raising my hand to spank her again. Sam's eyes sizzled with crackling energy, and all of a sudden she was ferociously kissing me again.

[thwack!] [thwack!]

"EEP! EEP!" Sam yelped again at the two additional spankings. She then squealed as I abruptly rolled her off me, forcibly manhandled her into position bent over the bed, and then spanked her two more times. "EEP! EEP!"

"I ordered you bent over the bed, Tight-Ass Slut!"

"Yes, Master! I'm sorry, Master! Your Tight-Arse slut deserves to be punished!"

[thwack!] [thwack!]

"EEP! EEP! UUUUNNNNGGGGHHHH!"

The busty blonde bombshell bent over before me moaned as she felt herself suddenly filled up to the brim with my massive meat. I grabbed the back of her head and mashed it down into the mattress, burying myself to the hilt. And I kept her pinned there like that while I started hammering my pelvis off her well-padded heinie.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" she groaned.

"Yesss..." I hissed at the sizzling energy shooting up my spine. I grabbed her forearms and bent them across her lower back. "Take it! Take all of me! Take me deep inside you!"

"Yes, Master! Yes!"

My Tight-Ass Slut had already cum, so I pounded away at her with the knowledge that this one was for me. I blasted her booty with my right hand in-between rounds of cramming my cock up her cunt. And she cried out in ecstasy from the way I pulverized her pussy with my big prick.

Releasing her forearms, I grabbed the back of her hands and pinned them to the mattress to either side of her face. That let me lean forward and really put my body weight into each thrust. And as the climactic energy built inside me, I thundered down the final stretch.

"Hngh, hngh, hngh, hngh!" I grunted.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she moaned.

"Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!"

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!"

"NNGH! NNGH! NNGH! NNGH!"

"Fuck me, Master! Fuck me! I'm cumming again! I'm cumming again!"

"NNGH-NNGH-NNGH-NNGH!"

"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M-- AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

"HNGH! HNGH! HHHHNNnnggghhh..."

I thrust forward a final time, closing my eyes and bowing my head as I grunted out my orgasm, feeling the delight of a quart of spunk flowing out of me and into my lover's suddenly spasming snatch. My pelvis pivoted forward, with my knees as fulcrums so that my feet came off the bed and all of my weight and energy pushed forth into that final forceful thrust. I kept my big dick buried all the way down to the back of the beautiful, buxom blonde's wet box, straining with my back and leg muscles while I spat out glob after glob of boiling cum into the furthest crevices of her creaming cunt.

"Ohhh... migawwwddd..." Sam sighed in deep satisfaction as she pressed her right cheek into the mattress beneath her. Bent over the foot of my bed face-first, her elbows were out with my palms covering the backs of her hands while her legs were together, tightening her teenage twat around my tumescent tool. A small puddle of drool darkened my bedsheets, and the quivering from her lower lip expanded into a full shiver across her body as her orgasm rippled down to her toes and fingertips.

Like a light bulb going dim, I felt the energy of my climax fade from me, as did the tension in my glutes and legs. Slowly, my fingers relaxed their grip around Sam's hands, although I kept my palms pressed down to her knuckles. I let my head fall all the way forward until my forehead came to rest on the mattress just past her right shoulder. And with a satisfied moan, I lowered the rest of my body down until my naked chest was pressed tight against her equally-naked back.

"Ohhh... My Master... My Matty..." Sam moaned, taking a deep breath despite my heavy weight crushing her into the mattress, and she tightened her fingers around mine for a moment before letting go. "That was a good one."

"They're all good when they're with you," I mumbled into her ear. And then I nipped her lobe with my teeth, adding, "Tight-Ass Slut."

She picked up her right cheek and flipped her head around to face me. With a dreamy smile, my hottie Head Girlfriend opened her eyes to stare into mine. And then she puckered up for a quick kiss.

I gladly gave it to her, but neither of us felt any need to escalate the kiss into a deeper makeout session. Both of us were feeling plenty satisfied (and a little out of breath). The two of us were alone now. Naimh and Skylar had left to go clean up and give me and Sam some one-on-one time. So for another minute or two, we simply remained joined together where we were, basking in the orgasmic afterglow.

But eventually Sam took a deep breath and started to push down against the mattress with her palms. Feeling her upward force against my chest, I took that as my cue to finally extract my spent schlong from Sam's sperm-saturated snatch. And after taking a step back, I pivoted to flop sideways onto the bed while Sam likewise rolled onto her right side and scooted up the mattress a bit so she could face me, folding her right arm beneath her head as a makeshift pillow.

"You seemed to really enjoy that round," my beautiful blonde told me.

"I did." I grinned before adding, "I enjoy every time we're together."

"But you seemed to especially enjoy that one just a little more."

I shrugged. "It's not often I get to be with you in the middle of the day, at least not on a school day."

"True." She waggled her head. "I did tell you I was going to make a better effort to be present in your life and not just slip quietly into bed at 2am just because I promised you I'd come home."

"This is the part where I'd normally tell you that if you want to crash at Adeline's place or anywhere else for the sake of efficiency, it's fine with me."

Sam winked. "I smell a 'but' coming..."

I grinned again. "But I'd still be happier if you slipped quietly into bed at 2am just so I could feel you in my arms. Although honestly, I'd be even happier if you'd come home early enough for me to fall asleep with you in my arms."

She leaned in and pecked my lips again. "Bonus points for being honest with me."

"Keep giving me kisses as rewards for being honest, and I'll be honest with you a lot more often."

"Deal." She kissed me again. And this time, we went ahead and let it turn into a mini-makeout session for about a minute.

I'd scooted forward a bit to take her into my arms while we kissed, and we were still pressed together chest-to-chest when we pulled apart to breathe. Feeling her erect nipple against my pec, I leaned back a bit to give myself room to bring my right hand between us and thumb her little eraser-sized nub and cup her globe. Playing with one of my favorite things in the entire universe brought a smile to my lips, and Sam smiled at the sight of mine.

Arching her eyebrows, she murmured, "You seemed particularly excited watching me slurp out your jizz from Skylar's pussy and then snowballing it back to her."

I immediately blushed and couldn't help my shit-eating grin. "Well yeah... So that happened..."

"It wasn't the snowball itself -- you've seen me do that dozens of times before with the other girls -- but the fact that I was doing it with Skylar."

My blush deepened. "You're not wrong. First time seeing the two of you together and all."

"First time seeing my tongue reaching out and taking its first long lick at her puffy pink pussy?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"First time watching that beautiful blonde bombshell and me kiss?"

"Yes..."

Sam's eyes sizzled. "Knowing that the very first time our soft, supple lips ever touched together in the history of the universe was with your sperm mashed between us and tangled on our tongues?"

"Holy fuck, Sam. You trying to get me hard again for another round?"

Sam's eyes glinted in the light. "When you were pounding me so hard from behind just now, did you even once fantasize you were fucking her instead of me?"

My jaw dropped open as I jerked my head back, my neck muscles going stiff from the sudden whiplash. "Wait, what?"

Sam closed her eyes, pursed her lips, and winced with an expression of immediate regret.

"Sam, seriously," I said quickly. "You're my Aphrodite, my Tight-Ass Slut. Not for a single second did I ever--"

"It's alright, Matty," she interrupted.

"No, I'm serious!" I insisted. "I didn't! It wouldn't be alright for me to--"

"I know, I know."

"I mean it! I didn't!"

"I know you didn't," she said with a sigh, reaching up to rub my shoulder as she forced a smile onto her lips. Taking a deep breath, she repeated calmly, "I know you didn't."

"Why would you ever think--"

"I don't know why. That was my own insecurity coming out for a second. I shouldn't have said that in the first place."

I pursed my lips. "But you did. And I'm glad you did."

Sam blinked. "Glad?"

I nodded firmly. "I'd rather you admit your insecurity than hide it from me, that's for sure."

Sam's expression plainly told me what she thought about admitting her insecurity and started to turn her head away, but I quickly reached up to caress her cheek and keep her face pointed at mine.

"Please tell me this isn't still because Skylar happens to be a busty blonde with a sexy accent."

Sam shrugged and tried to look away despite my hand on her cheek, mumbling, "Fine, I won't tell you."

"We talked about this. The two of you are nothing alike aside from the superficial measurements."

"You're right. We're NOT alike. Her superficial measurements are taller than mine, better than mine, with natural blonde hair, gorgeous blue eyes--"

"Sam..."

"She's already got her degree and she's on her way to getting her Ph. D. and she's somehow juggling two jobs in addition to her classwork--"

"Sam."

"-- while simultaneously spending more quality time with you than I do!"

"Sam, we are NOT having this conversation again. Seriously."

"I AM being serious." She closed her eyes, slipped her hand beneath mine to dislodge it from her cheek, and then pinched her temples. "Look, I know I'm being ridiculous. I know I'm being insecure. I know Skylar hasn't done anything wrong, hasn't tried to usurp my position or horn in on my Head Girlfriend status. She says she doesn't have any long-term romantic feelings for you and sees you as 'just a kid' so there's no good reason for me to feel threatened by her presence."

I arched both eyebrows. "But you feel threatened by her presence."

"I'm sounding like a colossal bitch again."

"You're sounding like a teenage girl who hasn't got it all figured out just yet -- which, by the way, you are."

"Just one more way in which I don't stack up to the older, wiser, taller, blonder babe."

"Sam..."

My amazing Aphrodite's lower lip quivered as she fought the urge to cry. I quickly wrapped her up in a fierce hug, which burst the dam and let her start sobbing against my shoulder.

Sam shook and shuddered in my grasp. I could feel her trembling, not quite shaking like a leaf but not so far off from that, either. And she bawled like a baby for what felt like an hour before her tears ran dry and she started to quiet down.

My longtime lover went silent and still, so still that I wondered if she'd fallen asleep. But when I pulled my head back far enough to look down at her, I found her staring up at me with an expression of deep embarrassment.

"So that happened..." she mumbled beneath her breath.

I caressed her cheek and thumbed away a tear before lowering my chin and then giving her a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad it happened. I'm glad you're telling me these thoughts instead of keeping them bottled up. Bonus points for being honest." And then I scooted myself just a little bit lower on the bed so I could reward her with a deeper kiss.

Sam sighed when I pulled back. "I know I shouldn't be jealous of her. I don't know why I can't help myself."

"I think I know why."

"Why?"

I smiled and brushed another tear back from her cheek with my thumb before using my other fingertips to brush back some of her bangs behind her ear. "Because you're stronger than you think."

Sam furrowed her eyebrows. "I think you meant to say that I'm not as strong as I think."

I shook my head. "No, I meant to say that you're stronger than you think. You're as strong as high-carbon steel. We've been studying a bit of metallurgy in Engineering. The higher the carbon content, the harder the steel is: very good at retaining its shape and resisting abrasion. It can withstand significant forces without deforming."

Sam's eyes narrowed. "I smell a 'but' coming..."

I smiled, feeling glad she could joke at a moment like this. "Under extreme tensile stress, high carbon steel is more likely to crack instead of bend. It's brittle. Inflexible."

"I'm not sure I like the idea of you calling me 'inflexible'." Sam's lips pursed with the kind of facial expression one might have while trying to swallow a live beetle. "Or 'brittle'."

"There's a trade-off in everything. Low-carbon steel is more flexible, but not as strong. Each type has its purpose. One type isn't necessarily better than the other. You're strong, Sam. Exceptionally strong. Nobody works harder than you. Nobody is more dedicated than you once you put your mind to something. But Mother warned me that you're also more fragile than I'd realized. It takes a lot of work, a lot of energy, to be as strong and as... well... workaholic as you are. You're a self-admitted control freak, which is exhausting. You spent all of first semester chasing your academic dreams, and I think that by the time we got to winter break, you were completely worn-out."

Sam sighed. "You're not wrong. But you could've told me I was fragile, inflexible, and brittle without trying to butter me up telling me I'm stronger than I think."

"You ARE stronger than you think," I repeated. "Even though she hasn't actually done anything to you, you feel threatened by Skylar because you have some funny idea in your head that SHE is stronger than YOU. But she's not. She's just a girl like the rest of you, with her own insecurities, foibles, and problems. Sure, she's a few years older than us, but she's been through hell and quite frankly, I'd tell her that she's NOT as strong as she thinks. Skylar's started opening up to me, yes. She's said she appreciates having my support. But she's still trying to do too much on her own, still trying to handle everything going on in her life without help, and I'm worried about her."

Sam frowned, processing that.

"You, on the other hand," I continued. "You ARE strong. Super-strong. The strongest woman I know. I believe our relationship will be better next semester because I believe that now your initial semester of getting adjusted to Cal Berkeley life is in the rear-view mirror and that you really will have the bandwidth to strike a better work-life balance. I believe you're going to ask for and receive support from me and your friends in The BTC to make your life easier in the places where we can help instead of trying to do everything on your own. Because I believe in you."

Sam smiled and started chuckling. "Ohmigawd, Matty. You're the high-carbon steel in this relationship."

"Low-carbon steel," I corrected. "I'm the flexible one."

"You're both strong AND flexible and don't even start trying to argue semantics with me. I'm the lawyer. You defy the laws of physics. You defy the laws of metallurgy. You're the reason I came to Berkeley and you're the man I'm going to love for the rest of my life. You're my anchor, Matty. You're my HOME."

"Remember that the next time you feel insecure about Skylar or anyone else. Remember that I love you, remember that I will FIGHT for you, and remember that I'm not going to LET you take me for granted ever again." I shook my head and took hold of Sam's upper arm, images from my dream of the future still fresh in my mind. "This isn't always going to be easy. I know you're going to get pulled in other directions by your career goals and anything else you set out to accomplish. I know I made a mistake by passively sitting back this semester, enabling you to ignore me while promising to always be your home."

Sam winced and looked up at me with a guilty expression.

"But I'M not going to settle for just surviving anymore. We're going to thrive," I continued. "I'm going to step up, be stronger than I thought I would be, and demand your attention when I need it. I'm not gonna be scared of making you angry. I might very well force you to choose between me and some Pre-Law function you were really looking forward to attending, because you'll need that reminder that I mean more to you than the never-ending deadlines in your life. You promised to love me forever, and I'm gonna hold you to that. And the both of us will be better for it in the long run."

Sam reached up to clasp the back of my hand tighter to her arm. "We will," she agreed.

"You're MY marionette, remember?" I clutched her close. "Sometimes I'll need to pull your strings and take control to save you from yourself, to get in the driver's seat to give you a break, and above all to remind you that you're not on your own. You've got me. Forever. Because I love you."

"And I love you, Neo."

I blinked in surprise at the unexpected Matrix reference.

Sam smiled and kissed me quickly before adding sincerely, "You're The One."

****

The early-January afternoon air was crisp and fresh as I sat down on a concrete bench within view of the Biology buildings. The sky was overcast with uniform gray. A cool wind rustled the leaves of the tree above me and also nipped the tips of my ears, so I pulled the hood of my Cal Berkeley hoodie over my head and tucked my hands into the tunnel pocket at my belly to keep them warm.

One nice thing about the change in class schedules for the new semester was that it offered me a chance to be the one waiting for Naimh, and I rather impatiently looked forward to seeing the most gorgeous thing I'd ever loved. But within minutes, I saw several other students start to walk out into the plaza. And I stood up from my bench to saunter forward in eager anticipation.

"Matty!"

The warmth of my ravishing freckled redhead's smile as she emerged immediately melted away the afternoon cold. I pulled my hands out of the pocket, dropped my hood down, and opened my arms to her. Naimh squealed giddily as she bounced up to me and literally leaped into my arms, wrapping her long legs around my waist as I caught her by means of grabbing onto her ass.

Much as I loved holding that ass, it wasn't the most structurally sound method of supporting her weight. Hunching her up a bit with my forearms, I grasped both of my wrists and leaned back while my effervescent girlfriend rained a series of quick kisses on my lips.

But eventually, Naimh pulled her head back and unlocked her legs from around my waist. I took that as my cue to set her down, and she ran a hand up and over the middle of her forehead to comb back her copper-red tresses and smile at me with sparkling emerald-green eyes. "Now I understand why you were always so happy to see me after E10. It's not like we didn't see each other just a little while ago. But just to get that first glimpse of me boyfriend as I come through the doors... It's... It's quite validating."

I chuckled, held her in my arms, and gave her another quick peck. "Happy to help you feel validated. I love you, Squeakers."

"Squeak-squeak." She leaned in and nuzzled my nose before turning to loop her arm around my elbow.

I patted her forearm while leading her out of the plaza and to the walkway that would lead us home. Both of us were done with classes for the day, and I was looking forward to a chance to unwind. But Naimh's choice of words tickled the corner of my brain, and I gave her a sidelong glance, asking, "Have I not been making you feel validated enough lately?"

"Hmm?" she asked, looking surprised.

I waggled my head. "You said it was quite validating to get that first glimpse of me as you came through the doors. I think... you liked knowing that out of all the places in the world I could be at that very moment, I chose to be there, waiting for you. Because like you said: I was always quite happy to see you outside of E10 all of last semester, and now E7 this morning. Whenever I see you there, it makes me feel like I'm the most important thing in your entire universe. So right now is my chance to make you feel like you're the most important thing in MY entire universe."

Naimh blushed and averted her gaze. "Well... maybe something like that."

I rubbed her forearm. "You don't need to feel guilty for having that feeling, by the way."

Naimh furrowed her eyebrows. "What?"

"I know that look on your face. It's the one that's half-delighted by my focused attention and half-guilty for wanting more moments like this. It's the expression that says, 'I'm thrilled I get to have Matty all to myself for a minute, but shouldn't I be sharing with my friends?'"

Naimh blushed again. She also averted her gaze again, repeating, "Well... maybe something like that."

"You really shouldn't feel guilty about this. All of the girls cherish their one-on-one time with me. I know it's been all-too-rare as it is, and I'm sorry about that."

"There you go apologizing again. You don't have to. I know you're doing your best to give us each some individual attention, but there are only so many hours in a day."

"I could still be doing a better job of making you feel validated, though... making you feel appreciated. Not just appreciated by me, but by everyone else as well." I slipped my arm behind her lower back and briefly hugged her against my side while we continued walking. "Sometimes it's easy to take for granted just how awesome you are, how hard you work to make everyone in The BTC happy, and it's easy to forget how simple it is to say, 'Thank you'. So thank you, Neevie."

Naimh looked surprised, with raised eyebrows and a reflective expression on her face, like she wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that. Still, she managed to reply politely, "You're welcome, Matty."

I smiled and used my grip around her waist to direct us off the sidewalk and across the lawn a bit beneath the overhanging branches of a large tree. She went with me willingly, albeit curiously. And once we came to a stop, she turned to face me with an expectant look.

"Here we are... at the start of a new semester... and... and it's got me thinking about how things went over the first semester..." I told her slowly, still gathering my thoughts while keeping her within the circle of my arms. "It's making me think how much I took you for granted all year. Your steady dedication. Your constant presence. How you stepped right into the void to be Head Girlfriend while Sam was off doing her thing."

"My Head Girlfriendship ended in disaster."

"That wasn't anything near a disaster," I insisted, applying a little extra force to my hand at the small of her back while leaning in with raised eyebrows. "You kept us afloat. More than that, you kept all of us together. Really, the simple fact that you think it was a disaster is a perfect example of the problem. You doubt yourself too much. For such a bubbly, upbeat personality you certainly think like a pessimist a lot of the time. Nothing really went wrong while you were Head Girlfriend - and a whole lot of things went right - but you somehow think your regency ended in disaster."

"I'm not Head Girlfriend anymore, am I?"

"Do you want to be?"

"Of course not, which is precisely the point. I wasn't cut out for it. I failed."

"That was NOT a failure, Neevie. If a head football coach goes on leave for half the season and then comes back just in time for the playoffs, does that mean the interim coach who led the team to the playoffs is a failure just because he gave the job back?"

"Please tell me you're not trying to use an American football metaphor with the girl from Ireland."

I smirked. "I could've meant soccer."

"The very fact that you said the word 'soccer' to me isn't helping your case."

I gave her a wry grin, mostly because Naimh had given me a wry grin first. "I rather like that you're able to tease me at a moment like this."

Naimh took a deep breath and sighed. "I know what you're trying to tell me. I appreciate it. I know I probably spend too much time agonizing over how things could have been better instead of recognizing what went right."

"You thrive on positive feedback, and I haven't given you enough of that lately. I'm sorry."

"There you go apologizing again."

I chuckled. "You're right, you're right. Okay, instead of apologizing, I'll tell you what I'm going to do to be better: I'm going to give you more positive feedback. I'm going to say 'thank you' more often. And I'm going to encourage everyone else in The BTC to do the same."

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes I have to do that. And I'm going to do that."

Naimh made a face. "You make it sound like I'm a pathetic weakling with no self-confidence who needs external praise in order to feel good about myself."

I shrugged. "I'm a pathetic weakling with an abandonment complex and a deep-rooted need to please the emotionally unavailable women around me as a desperate attempt to fill the empty hole in my heart left behind when my mother wouldn't love me."

Naimh blinked in surprise at me.

"'Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away,'" I quoted. "This is what real love for the long-haul feels like. We're not kids anymore. We're at a point in our relationship where we don't need to try and protect each other's feelings behind little white lies. This is me trying to be completely truthful with you. In fact, this is kind of like how I am with Belle."

Naimh blinked again. "Belle?"

"Belle and I grew up together. We never developed filters in the first place. My relationship with you doesn't have the same duration in years, but we're getting closer emotionally. You wanted to understand what you mean to me beyond 'the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen', right? You wanted to know that I'll still love you even when we've both grown old and our good looks have faded away."

"Well, I wanted to know you'd still love me when MY good looks faded away. I never implied that you're good-looking. I mean... you're alright I suppose..." Naimh muttered with a wink.

I barked a quick laugh and leaned in for a quick kiss. Naimh happily gave it to me before pulling back with a wry grin.

"You ARE the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," I told her sincerely. "Inside and out. You're a sweetheart who is always looking out for everyone's best interests, always cognizant of the group. You're a people-pleaser, and you need visible validation that people are pleased."

Naimh made a face at that pronouncement and lowered her chin.

But I tipped her chin back up with my fingers and looked her in the eyes. "That's not a criticism, even if you seem to be taking it that way. It's not a weakness to want to see your friends happy. I'm a people-pleaser myself, and for years I've found my life's purpose in making sure you girls are all well-pleased. And yes, I'm including physical pleasure along with emotional satisfaction."

She cracked a fresh smile, but at the same time, I could visibly see her internally berating herself for craving the visible validation I'd just spoken of.

"It's not a weakness to want your friends to be happy," I repeated. "It's perfectly valid to find motivation in positive feedback. Sam is fueled by achievement. Belle seems fueled by anarchy sometimes. You're fueled by joy, and I'm going to make sure you get it."

She gave me a brave smile and mumbled, "Thank you, Matty."

"But just because you want everyone to be happy doesn't mean you should bury your negative emotions. Don't try to hide your true feelings." I took a deep breath, images from my dream of the future still fresh in my mind. "I want to make sure you understand how important that is to me. I want to make sure you're going to squeak up when you want something that seems to be at odds with what I want. I want to make sure you and I are on the same page, that you never tell me white lies or bury your true feelings just because you don't want to argue with me. Like right this second because you don't want to admit that you don't like arguing with me."

Naimh blushed so that her freckles started to disappear, lowering her eyes and chin in embarrassment.

I lifted her chin again. "Squeak up."

"Squeak-squeak," she mumbled with a brave smile, although there were tears in her eyes.

"We're gonna make it," I reassured her. "Not because of passion or white-hot chemistry or because it's absolutely divine feeling my big dick plunging deep into my Sacred Buttslut's sacred core -- although all those things are totally awesome. We're gonna make it because you are irreplaceable to me. Irreplaceable. Throughout all the ups and down of this past semester -- Sam's absences, Belle flitting around here and there, Lily and Eva and Skylar and Izzy and Luna, the NBGs visiting and leaving - you have been the most dependable presence in my life. You're the key to The BTC staying together. You've put in all the hard work, and I want you to know we all recognize that as a fact. I fell for you and wanted to be with you from the first moment we met, but it's because of everything you've done for me and all the other girls that I love you even more today."

"I love you even more today, Matty."

Naimh wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders. She got up on her tiptoes, crushed her lips to mine, and suddenly her taste filled my lips, her scent filled my nose, and my world exploded.

Like a supernova.

****

"Fuuuuck, yeahhh..." Amada Luna Garcia Cruz groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic stroking motions. The self-professed 'flat-chested beanpole' was of average height, with thick brown hair and kind, expressive brown eyes typically tucked behind delicate eyeglasses. But she'd presently removed the eyeglasses and set them on the coffee table in front of her to relax and let her head loll forward to give me free access to her neck.

Despite the fact that Luna and I weren't "like that", she still felt comfortable enough around me to both remove her sweater and pull the spaghetti straps of her bra down to her upper arms, likewise giving me free access to her shoulders and upper back. I pushed and probed with my strong hands and fingers, gently working out her muscle kinks. And for several minutes, she made no sounds except to moan or groan in response to my massage.

Not that the room was silent. Everyone else was more than happy to keep up a steady conversation.

I smiled as I surveyed my living room and took in the sight of six beautiful young women surrounding me. Classes were over for the day, and everyone currently considered part of The BTC 2.0 were present and accounted for. Luna was of course seated directly in front of me on the couch receiving her backrub. Eva reclined sideways in the armchair with both of her long legs hooked over the left armrest while Sam and Belle sat together on the other couch with their coursework binders in their laps, but the three of them carried out an animated conversation rather than engage in any actual studying. It was the first day of the new semester and nobody had homework anyways. And Naimh and Skylar had just gotten up to head into the kitchen and start making dinner together.

For a while I sort of zoned out while automatically going through the muscle-memory set of massaging moves I'd developed since the early days of high school. I thought about the household chores I'd need to do now that we were back in the house: vacuuming, dusting, washing, shopping, cooking, car-maintenance, etc. I thought about my classes: the chapters I'd need to read, the assignments I'd need to complete, and the new weekly routine I'd have to get accustomed to. And I thought about the girls' schedules and how they intersected with mine: which girls would be around at the same time as me on which days to walk to and from class, meet up for lunch, or have afternoon study sessions.

Life with one girlfriend could be complicated enough from what I was told. Life with six would undoubtedly be even more complicated. In a way, high school had been pretty easy in the sense that all of the girls would go home to their parents at the end of every day. For my first semester of college, I'd started with three live-in girlfriends in a group that grew, shrunk, and transformed in myriad ways as the weeks went by. I could only imagine how this next semester would go. True: Eva, Skylar, and Luna weren't MY official "girlfriends", but they were still considered "girlfriends" in The BTC, and I knew I held some responsibility for their emotional health and friendship going forward.

I was in a moment of transition. Perhaps one might not consider the first day of the Spring Semester to be as significant a transition as graduating from high school and going to college, but it felt like a significant transition, nonetheless.

Holly, Zofi, and Alice had moved on.

Mari and I were still together as official "boyfriend/girlfriend", but she was still five hundred miles away and navigating a long-distance relationship was something we'd have to figure out.

Luna was a friend, but a committed lesbian without Zofi's "Matty-exception", and how to continue as truly platonic friends was something we'd have to figure out.

Skylar and I had agreed that we were "just friends", albeit friends with benefits. I knew our friendship -- and my trust -- was more valuable to her than romance. But I didn't think it egotistical of myself to believe she had some deeper feelings for me that we'd have to figure out.

And then of course there was Eva. If the quasi-romantic aspect of my relationship with Skylar was complicated, it was on a whole other level with Eva. I cared about her -- a LOT. I knew she cared about me -- a LOT. But I understood that she didn't want to attach labels to our relationship, and how to balance being "Matty and Eva" without explicit definition would be something we'd have to figure out.

At least I felt pretty good about my relationships with the three official girlfriends still in Berkeley with me. My conversations with Sam and Naimh today had helped me feel a little more settled and secure, and I already knew that Belle and I would be together forever. For now, there was nothing to do but chill out and relax on this first day of the new semester until dinner was ready.

My stomach gurgled loudly on cue.

Seriously, it was as if the mere thought of food was enough to trigger its response.

Luna picked her head up and chuckled. Glancing back at me over her shoulder, she deadpanned, "Good to know that giving me a massage really does inspire your carnal cravings."

I chuckled and shook my head. "The thing has a mind of its own."

"Not the first time a guy has said that to me, but probably the first time the guy was referring to his stomach." Luna winked and then closed her eyes while turning back forward when I resumed massaging her neck.

But just as I started getting back into rhythm, my cell phone started ringing. I didn't actually have it with me -- I'd dropped it by the front door in the little cubby with my keys. The only people who called me with any regularity were all inside the house. But Sam got up from her seat to go investigate, and a moment later I heard her say, "Hey, Beverly!" from around the corner.

I sat up immediately and turned my head.

A moment later, Sam returned to the living room with my cell phone to her ear, stating, "Well, not exactly busy. He's giving one of the girls a backrub. What's up? Anything urgent?"

Luna sat up straight and I stilled my hands on her shoulders, waiting to see what Sam might say.

The blonde looked at me and shrugged, saying into the phone, "I mean, I can have him call you back if that's alright."

But Luna pulled my hands off her shoulders and gestured me forward. I thought about insisting that I could finish her backrub, but she was already getting up from her seat in front of me to fix her bra straps and collect her sweater. So I gave her a grateful smile and then extended my hand to Sam.

"Nevermind. Here he is." Sam handed me the phone.

I took hold of it and pressed the device to my ear, asking politely, "Good evening. How are you?"

"I am very well, Matthew. How are you?" she asked in that tone of uncharacteristic warmth that was nevertheless quite welcome. And I was almost surprised to find myself genuinely smiling.

And Sam was smiling at me. Luna was smiling at me. So was everyone else.

"I'm great, Mom," I replied, closing my eyes and chuckling beneath my breath at the sound of myself unexpectedly saying the word 'mom' out loud. "I'm great."