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The complete story includes lesbianism, anal, threesomes, and group sex. If any of that bothers you, find another story to read. This story and all other stories I've written are owned by me, and publishing them in any form without my express written consent is prohibited. All characters depicted in this fictional story are at least eighteen years old.

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-- PROLOGUE --

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"No, I'm not fucking any of them."

Some days, it felt like I had to say that sentence fifty times. Really, it was more like a half-dozen, but that’s still a very high frequency for such an uncommon statement. To be honest, though, I couldn’t really blame them. Had I been in their shoes, I might've asked the same.

"No, I'm not gay."

Okay, I didn’t have to say that sentence fifty times. I mean, at least most guys knew better than to ask another guy if he was gay. That’s just rude. I wished more people would be mature enough to understand it was indeed possible for a guy to be friends with a group of gorgeous young women without banging any of them. But the follow-up question came quite often, as if it was the only reasonable explanation for why a guy like me would NOT be fucking one of “The Big Tits Club” girls.

I really hate that name, by the way. I understand the name, but I still hate it. It’s immature. It’s objectifying.

But it is… accurate.

Let me be clear and state for the record that none of us came up with that nickname. As far as I can tell, it was coined by the Varsity football team during our junior year, and the name spread like wildfire. Nothing we could do about it. As I said, it was… accurate. Belle, Mari, Alice, Sam, Zofi, and Naimh: six hot girls, every single one of them a D-cup or bigger.

Oh, and me: the lone male in our clique of best friends. Alice once called us “The Magnificent Seven”. After “The Big Tits Club” nickname took off, Mari tried to rename us “Sam’s Club” after our de facto leader (it didn’t work). Belle tried “Matty’s Angels” (didn’t take, either). Eventually, Sam suggested that the girls just own it - be proud of their curves and take the nickname for what it was: a compliment. We were “The BTC”, even me.

It wasn’t always this way. Well, obviously, the girls had to grow into those figures, and Belle and Zofi didn’t get up to the D-cup range until senior year. But I mean we hadn’t all been friends forever and didn’t become a group of seven until just last year. The group grew in bits and pieces organically over time. But at the core of the BTC were me and Belle.

I was the only child of two lawyers who, in my opinion, should never have been together. As Mother frequently reminds me, my father only married her because she accidentally got pregnant. My earliest memories are of them fighting. They were always fighting. Not physically or anything like that, but they were both verbose people with enormous vocabulary lexicons and a deep-rooted conviction that THEY and only they had the correct position on any number of issues.

My parents bought a big house in the Silicon Valley suburbs planning to live the American dream and raise a big family, but they hated the act of raising a baby so much that they never had another kid, and they weren’t too fond of each other, either. Instead of filling the extra rooms in the house with siblings, each parent got a home office in which they seemed to spend the majority of their time avoiding each other. That they also isolated themselves from me was just collateral damage. How they managed to NOT get divorced until after my eighth birthday, I’ll never know.

At least they became pretty good friends with the Kramers, our next door neighbors who had a daughter a month older than me. Annabelle’s dad was a surgeon and her mom a stay-at-home wife. They were both sweet and loving and would have had more children if not for her mom’s medical issues. Little blonde Belle and I played together as toddlers, and my parents were happy to dump me with the Kramers all day every day. Oh, they came to pick me up at night and put me to bed in my own room, but I spent more time at Belle’s house than I did my own. I certainly have more fond childhood memories of Belle’s mom than I do of Mother.

Belle and I were in junior high when her mom passed away. I was as heartbroken as she was. Belle’s dad withdrew into his work after his wife’s death. My mother had always been a workaholic, and was partner in a firm that kept her at the office close to eighty hours a week. So that left Belle and me with a lot of time alone. Well, not alone. We had each other, and she was the sister I never had. We walked home from junior high together, and then high school. We spent all afternoon at either her house or mine. Belle’s dad at least always came home for dinner, so the three of us would spend that time together. But after dinner I would go into my big empty house alone. Maybe two nights out of five during the weekdays, Mother would come home before I fell asleep. She worked a lot of Saturdays as well. Sundays she tried to make an effort to bond with her only child, which usually involved going out for brunch and awkwardly talking about school and stuff. But I could tell she was going through the motions to assuage her own guilt and that was it. Didn’t matter. I stopped caring once I started high school.

Belle was the sister I never had, but we weren’t best friends. At school we lived our own lives. In elementary school I hung out with boys who liked to play soccer and two-hand touch football in the field. I have no idea what Belle did during recess, nor did I have any inclination to find out.

I did know that Belle’s best friend since second grade was Mariangel Hernandez. Even if they got assigned to different classrooms, their bond remained and they would seek each other out during lunch or recess. Belle was the confident, outgoing one while Mari was the shy wallflower who was also quite chubby in those days, something which caused her no shortage of self-esteem issues. Mari would often come home with us to hang out after school, so I got to know her pretty well. She was very nice and could become quite talkative once she got to know you. Then Mari’s boobs really came in during junior high, and I mean… damn. Boys started talking about her boobs left, right, and center, she started getting a TON of attention, and she did NOT like it at all. She tried to cover up her curves, started eating even MORE, which actually just made her boobs even bigger. And by the end of eighth grade, a hot topic of discussion was who had the biggest tits in junior high: Mari or Samantha Smith.

Speaking of Sam, she didn’t become friends with us until high school. I don’t know exactly what started the friendship. For all I know, Sam and Mari simply bonded over having really big boobs that EVERYONE in the school always stared at. The big difference was that Sam soaked up the attention and purposely wore low-cut tops to attract even more eyeballs while Mari always wore thick sweaters and turtlenecks to try and cover up. Perhaps merely being in Sam’s orbit deflected attention from Mari and allowed her to hide in Sam’s shadow, or something.

Sam had ALWAYS been popular, ever since her family moved to the Bay Area from Australia in seventh grade. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. She strutted around campus like she owned the place, and in some ways she did. Getting from one side of school to the other in-between classes could sometimes be a challenge due to the crowding in the halls, and yet those crowds would magically part like the Red Sea when Sam came walking. Back then, she was still a brunette. She didn’t even start dying her hair blonde until the end of freshman year, but once she did, she got even MORE popular, if you can believe it.

As for me, I started playing Magic: The Gathering in junior high and hung out with a group of like-minded boys and one girl: Ailiseu Choi. Her first name meant “iris” in Korean, but she was the total opposite of a pretty flower. Alice had no accent to speak of, was taller than most of the boys, very athletic, and not afraid to tackle someone on the field. She’d started playing soccer and two-hand touch football with the boys back in fourth grade, and while the two of us had never been friends outside of recess back then, we were friendly acquaintances.

Everything changed when Alice hit puberty. She started growing boobs, pretty big ones, and all of a sudden guys started treating her differently. They weren’t Mari’s massive mammaries, but they were boobs nonetheless and Alice suddenly became a "girl". Now perhaps because I already spent so much time with Belle and Mari, I knew how to act around a female of the human species and didn’t get all weird around her. Alice appreciated that and started spending more and more time with me. It got to the point when the school newspaper’s gossip column speculated that we were a new couple. At first, both of us denied we were romantically involved, but after a while it seemed easier to just ignore the rumors and even go along with them a bit. Boys certainly bothered Alice less when they believed she was my girlfriend, and once we realized that, we mutually agreed to just let the rumor mill do its thing.

Looking back, if any one thing was the genesis of the BTC, it was my family’s backyard swimming pool. Now Silicon Valley isn’t super cold, but it isn’t a super-hot climate either. Houses with swimming pools weren’t common, but ours had one, even though my parents had never really used it. My parents had always wanted “the best”. I think they just liked the idea of entertaining guests in their expansively landscaped backyard with a swimming pool.

The pool was empty for most of the year, but during summer breaks I would ask my mom to have it filled up. Belle and I would swim laps for exercise in the afternoons a few times a week, and Mari joined us pretty often as well. Neither girl was into sun-tanning or anything like that, so the pool was really just a way to cool off on a hot day before we returned indoors. But then Sam and Mari got to being friends, Mari told her I had a pool at the end of freshman year, and all of a sudden I found my shoulders caught in a death-grip by a gorgeous blonde who put her face inches away from mine and gasped, “You have a POOL?!?”

So that’s how I found myself one June afternoon before my sophomore year standing in the kitchen overlooking the backyard trying NOT to ogle two beautiful teenagers reclined on lounge chairs wearing skimpy bikinis twenty feet away from me. See, Sam was into sun-tanning, as was her best friend Zofi. Dark-haired and blue-eyed Zofia Zelazowska was a classic Eastern European beauty: tall and slender like a high-fashion model but growing curves like a lingerie model. I had long known she was Sam’s best friend, but never really interacted with her much.

Sam had invited herself over to check out my pool, and I had been too dumbstruck to do anything but agree. I get the impression Sam gets away with that sort of thing a lot. A pretty blonde with big boobs says what she wants and people just sort of let her have it, and I was no different. I may have been accustomed to hanging out with girls like Belle, Mari, and Alice, but that didn’t mean I was blind. I knew full well that my female friends were growing up and growing boobs, even Belle, and while I was careful to not openly ogle them like so many other teenaged boys, I still paid attention.

So I masturbated.

A lot.

And like many of the boys from my junior high, I masturbated to thoughts of Sam and her humongous boobs.

A lot.

Zofi, too. She was gorgeous.

And Mari, too. Her boobs were pretty amazing. One-piece swimsuit or not, you can’t hide breasts like that. Back then, she could stand to lose a few pounds, but the raw spank bank material was there.

And… Alice. Yeah, I masturbated to thoughts of Alice. Even though she never wore makeup and made zero attempts to be “feminine”, she was still obviously female and her tits were coming in fast. She was my best friend, so I tried not to objectify her. But… tits.

Not Belle. No way. Nuh-uh. Yeah, I understood that we weren’t related. But I’d literally grown up sharing cribs and playpens with the girl. Belle was my “sister”, and I simply didn’t feel that way about her. I could let myself fantasize about my buddy Alice every now and again, but not Belle.

That’s not to say she wasn’t beautiful. She was quite pretty. Belle was a petite strawberry blonde with piercing green eyes, a delicate face, and grew into a stacked 32D cup size by senior year despite never getting taller than 5’1”. She was eminently “fuckable” as the guys would say, but she was also my “sister”. I simply couldn’t think of her that way, at least not back then. And lest you get too far ahead of yourself in my story, I’ll say it loud and clear upfront right now:

NO, this story does NOT end with Belle and me falling in love, getting married, and living happily ever after. It isn’t that kind of story.

Thinking back, I’m not even sure why Sam got so excited about me having a pool. She and Zofi barely used it that day. If all they wanted to do was lay out in the sun, they could have done so from anyone’s backyard. But I suppose that’s not really as much fun as laying out near a large body of water.

Mari, having been the one to tell Sam about my pool, had been the one to bring Sam and Zofi over to my house in the first place. That meant Belle came over as well, the five of us spending all afternoon hanging out. Belle, Mari, and I did our laps. Sam flirted with me (she flirted with everyone), and eventually she got me to pop a boner in my swim trunks. Zofi expressed surprise since she actually thought I was gay. I stammered out a nervous apology trying to assure both of them I wasn't going to be like so many other creeps. Sam laughed and told me she wasn’t worried about it and had gone out of her way to MAKE me get the boner to prove to Zofi I wasn’t gay.

Sam toned down her flirting (a little), I did my best to behave and not ogle them, and I ordered pizza for everyone. We all had a REALLY good time, and long story short, Sam and Zofi started coming over to my house more often, especially once they realized my mother was never home.

That summer was also the first time Alice’s family didn’t go back to South Korea for summer break. She wanted to play Magic: The Gathering with me, and she happened to come over on a day when all the girls were hanging out at the pool and she promptly complained that I’d never invited HER to go swimming. She was a super athlete after all, and could swim like a fish. She got along pretty well with the other girls, especially since Sam and Zofi already thought she was my girlfriend (even though we tried to explain otherwise). Five hot girls started making my house (and pool) a regular hangout joint for the summer, and that was really the start of the BTC.

The final member of the BTC joined toward the end of junior year. Naimh O'Brien was a classic Irish ginger full of freckles and piercing green eyes. She transferred in late May, brand new to America and quite intimidated by everything. She had two classes with me and the teachers had a hell of a time pronouncing her name (it's "Neeve", rhymes with "Steve"). Sam took one look at her 34DD rack, invited her to come hang out, and the rest is history. I was admittedly smitten the first time I saw her, but once she became part of the club I knew better than to even think about hooking up with her.

That was actually a rule: "Nobody dates Matty".

I mean, I was allowed to date, and I did go out with three different girls during high school - I just wasn't allowed to date any of the BTC. Sam made up that rule halfway through sophomore year when Zofi got it into her head to try kissing me. For such a beautiful girl she could be awfully shy, and she'd never kissed a boy. We were all hanging out at my house, she and I got to talking about boys and dating, and she actually asked if she could kiss me. I'd kissed exactly one girl before that, and the idea of kissing such a gorgeous creature as Zofi really excited me, so I was quick to agree. It was really nice, Zofi seemed to think so too, and we had two more makeout sessions before Alice caught us and told everyone else.

Zofi made clear she had no romantic intentions toward me, and while I certainly entertained thoughts of fucking her and all the other girls of the BTC, I didn't have any romantic intentions toward her either. Everyone realized me hooking up with any one of them would upset the balance of our group friendship, and so Sam made them all swear not to ever try to seduce me. After all, it was my house and my pool that they all kept using, so it wasn't like they could kick me out of the club.

Everyone kept that promise. Nobody tried to seduce me.

Well, not until senior year.

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-- CHAPTER 1: The BTC --

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is there one in particular?”

“Dad!” Belle screeched.

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

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

“Dad!”

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

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

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

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

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

I snorted. “Yeah, right.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was totally right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Talk to me,” I intoned reassuringly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

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

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

I unclenched my jaw and relaxed a little.

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

I waited her out, just holding her close.

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

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, more times than I can count.”

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

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

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

I settled down and exhaled slowly.

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

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could grab my tits?”

“Yes.”

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

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

“Do you?”

“You’re like my sister, B.”

“But do you?”

“No! I don’t!”

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

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

“We’re not related, Matt.”

“I know that.”

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

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

“But you don’t want to fuck me?”

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

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

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Alice, Mari.”

“Yes, alright?”

“But not me?”

“Belle, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But he didn’t?”

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

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

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

My jaw dropped. “You serious?”

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

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

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

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

“Then why do I feel like shit?”

“Rejection is never easy.”

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

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

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

I frowned. “No, not at all.”

“Then what DOES it feel like?”

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

“I do trust you, Matty.”

I grinned. “I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t two years ago anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that an Irish joke?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I shook my head. “Not yet.”

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smirked, pleased by her response.

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

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

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

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

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

“Holly!” Sam screamed shrilly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Me, too,” Naimh chimed in.

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then I felt a hand on my thigh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

… inside the shirt.

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

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

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

This was the game.

This was the tease.

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

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

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

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

Holly then slid her hand inside my gym shorts.

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

Silently, Naimh mouthed, “Oh my gawd!”

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

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

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

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

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

We didn’t finish the movie.

****

-- CHAPTER 2: Holly --

****

While the four of them were gone, the rest of us paused the movie and sat around in semi-uncomfortable silence. Alice and Mari were oblivious, asking, “What happened?” But neither Naimh nor I could give them an answer, but I excused myself to go to the kitchen for a drink of water and Naimh came with me.

I did get a glass of water while Naimh declined a glass of her own. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear before leaning into my body while I braced myself against the counter. She nuzzled her nose against mine for a moment before puckering up and giving me a quick kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth for just a moment. That was about as far as we’d ever gone, and she didn’t continue. But she did ask, “Was that the first time a girl’s ever given you a handjob?”

I blushed and nodded.

Her tongue flicked across her upper lip for a moment and a twinkle came into her emerald green eyes. “I would’ve given you one a long time ago if it wasn’t for The Rule.”

“Last I checked, The Rule was that none of you can date me. There’s no rule that says ‘Nobody gives Matty a handjob’.”

She giggled and nodded slowly. “That’s a good point. Of course, I was told what started The Rule in the first place was Zofi giving you kissing lessons or something.”

“True.” I nodded and sighed. “While the letter of the law spells out ‘dating’, I’m pretty sure the spirit of the law has more to do with not doing anything that would disrupt the balance of the BTC.”

“Well if we ALL start giving you handjobs, the BTC would remain in balance, wouldn’t you say so?”

I grinned. “I like the way you think.”

Naimh looked regretful. “If only…” She stood up straight and took a step back.

I sighed and nodded reluctantly. We both knew it would never happen like that, but it was nice to dream.

With a frown, Naimh gave me a sad look. “Maybe I should leave the BTC. Then I can be an outsider like Holly and give you all the handjobs I want. Or more.” She leaned forward into my body again, and I automatically wrapped my arms around her.

Damn she smelled good. I stroked her spine and stared deep into her eyes. They were inviting, beckoning me, so I bent over and kissed her quickly, with just a little bit of tongue. But I didn’t linger and pulled away before things got out of hand.

“Mmm…” Naimh sighed. “You have no idea how much I wanna take your virginity.”

Yes, I was a virgin. Most of us were. Unless something had happened without one of the girls telling me, Belle, Mari, Alice, and Zofi all still had their cherries. Sam had slept with a football jock twice during the fall of junior year, and had a drunken one-night stand in the spring with a college guy at some party. The way she said it, all three encounters had left her unfulfilled and feeling used, and she’d been far more careful about how much alcohol she drank ever since. There was her Junior Prom date, though, that I wasn’t a hundred percent sure about. Naimh had told everyone she’d slept pretty regularly with her boyfriend back in Ireland. But since arriving in America five months ago and joining the BTC, there hadn’t been any boys worth going all the way with.

In a way it was true what they said about the BTC being a bunch of prick-teases. Six girls with amazing racks hung out together and liked to flirt, but none of them were putting out. Alice and Mari had never even dated, and while Sam, Zofi, Belle, and Naimh had all dated and been able to refer to a guy as her “boyfriend”, for the moment at least, none of them were currently seeing anybody.

“You could have me, you know,” Naimh said quietly, her lips inches away from mine. “I’d fuck you in a heartbeat if it wasn’t for The Rule.”

“Neevie…” I mumbled quietly, a bit of a plea in my tone for her to not tease me right now.

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are. That’s what scares me.” Damn I wanted her, I really did. Sam and her massive mammaries had been my most frequent fapping fantasy for years, but ever since Naimh’s arrival she’d taken over the top spot. I really had been smitten the first time I laid eyes on her, the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. But as much as I masturbated to thoughts of pinning the busty redhead beneath my heaving body and having my way with her, I valued the BTC too much to risk ruining it all by actually having sex with one of them. “Think of the others. Think of your friends.”

With a sigh, Naimh closed her eyes and pushed her hands off the countertop, propelling herself away from me. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the kitchen, heading back into the family room.

I stayed in the kitchen until I’d drained every last drop from my glass of water. By then, my erection had deflated most of the way so that even in my gym shorts it wouldn’t grab so much attention. Only then did I finally return.

****

Twenty minutes after they’d left, Sam, Belle, Zofi, and Holly returned to the family room. They collectively brushed aside the whole incident as no big deal, and while Sam made half-hearted suggestions that we should just forget the whole thing happened and finish the movie, the others figured the mood had passed and it was time to go home. It wasn’t like this would be the last time the BTC would all be together, and we could always finish the movie another night.

One-by-one the girls came to hug me goodbye. Half of them pecked me on the cheek and the other half pecked me on the lips. Alice gave me a fist bump. Sam, Zofi, and Holly were the first to drive off. Alice and Naimh were next. Belle and Mari walked over to Belle’s place. And once again I was all alone in my big empty house. I had no idea where Mother was, nor did I really worry. She usually came home quite late, even on a Friday night.

I headed upstairs to shower and change. It was only 7:30pm, far too early for an 18-year-old guy to go to sleep. The first two days of school were all orientation and going over the syllabus, so we didn’t have any actual homework yet. So I figured this would be as good a time as any to settle into bed, make sure the box of tissues was nearby, and start recalling some fond memories from the spank bank. I especially had fresh memories of holding the first two naked breasts of my entire life: Holly’s left boob and Naimh’s right one. Plus, I could still vividly remember the way Holly had been holding my dick in her hand, jacking it slowly underneath the blanket. So wrapping my hands around my fresh erection, I closed my eyes and started stroking myself with the same rhythm.

That’s when the doorbell rang. I frowned and opened my eyes, my hand still on my dick, not quite sure I heard what I’d thought I heard. But after a minute of silence, the doorbell rang again. So after pulling up my pajama pants and throwing on a tee shirt, I hopped out of bed, went back downstairs, and peered through the front door’s peephole.

A blue-haired pretty girl stood outside, looking a little nervous as she hugged herself. I opened the door quickly, greeting, “Holly! Hey! What’s up?”

She gave me a coy smile, squeezed her arms beneath her boobs enough to press her cleavage together a little more in her V-neck shirt, and said, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure, of course.”

I stepped aside and waved her in before closing the door behind her. But as soon as the door latched, I found myself spun around and slammed against it as Holly launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.

But two seconds after that, I came to my senses and broke the kiss, muttering, “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Holly!”

“It’s alright,” she whimpered, reaching for the hem of her shirt and whipping it over her head. She’d put on a bra at some point, but just when I realized that she reached behind herself to slip the catch and started pulling that off as well. “The girls said it was okay.”

I blinked twice. “They did?”

“Well, Sam, Zofi, and Belle. They agreed I’m allowed to fuck you.”

My eyes went WIDE. “Umm, what?”

“They feel bad for constantly teasing you but never letting you get any farther. They know none of them can upset the balance of the BTC by messing around with you, but since I’m not in the BTC, they said it’s okay.” While saying all this, Holly left her shirt and bra in the foyer and tugged me by the hands, slowly backing up into the living room. Her big 34D boobs wobbled enticingly, calling me like mythical sirens to a sailor, and I followed after them.

“I’m not going to take you from them,” she continued. “I don’t actually want to date you or anything, to take up your time or otherwise prevent you from hanging out with your friends. I’m not really the settle-down-with-a-steady-boyfriend type. But oh my GAWD what you did to me with that backrub lit a fire in my pussy that’s not gonna get quenched until I feel every inch of your big dick plugging me fucking FULL.”

“Uhhh…” I muttered stupidly, a little too much happening at once for me to process.

By now, Holly got me right in front of a couch. I’d gone a little soft coming down the stairs after my aborted masturbation session, but had stiffened right back up from Holly’s kiss and the sight of her bare naked breasts. Telling me she wanted to feel every inch of my big dick in her pussy was just icing on the cake, and I was pitching a pretty big tent in my pajama pants.

Or at least, I had been. Holly yanked both my pants and boxers down to my ankles before pushing me down into a seated position. And then she knelt on the rug, jacked my shaft a couple of times, and before I realized what was happening, she shoved the first four inches of my dick into her mouth.

Oh. My. GAWD.

I was getting a blowjob.

I was getting an actual blowjob.

Holy crap, I was getting a fucking BLOWJOB.

Neon blue hair bobbed up and down in my lap, rapidly revealing the majority of my big cock before abruptly making it disappear once again. She looked up at me with those twinkling hazel eyes, observing the rapturous expressions crossing my face. The girls had always raved about how much they loved my backrubs and how they made them feel so amazing inside, and yet I couldn’t really understand exactly how I made them feel.

But if it felt anything like the feelings Holly was giving me right now, well, let’s just say it suddenly made a lot more sense why the girls constantly asked me to give them backrubs.

“Oh my gawd, Holly. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!” I groaned, unable to process the overwhelming sensations. Her blowjob was soooo much better than masturbation, and I couldn’t get a grip on what was happening to me. I tried to put my hand on top of her head but my arm wouldn’t work right. I just sort of melted into the couch, throwing my head back and letting it loll left and right while I tried to get my vision to stop swimming. And all too soon, I felt my balls beginning to coil.

“Shit-shit-shit-shit-shit,” I stuttered, completely at wit’s end. But I had just enough presence of mind to exclaim, “I’m gonna cum! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Holly popped off my prick for a few precious seconds, jacking my shaft in her right hand while grinning up at me. “How do you want to blow? You want me to swallow it? You wanna cum all over my face? Maybe blast all over these big tits you keep staring at?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I howled, every one of those options sounding absolutely awesome.

Holly laughed and went back to sucking me, gnawing on the knob while continuing to stroke the shaft. And in the end, I did all three.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I screamed as my dick erupted. The first two shots the blue-haired beauty took straight into her mouth. After that, she pulled back and ducked down so that my next two shots hit her forehead before gravity started pulling the creamy ribbons downward. And finally she sat up straight, milking out the rest of my sticky sperm all over the upper slopes of her big breasts.

I watched all this happen, scarcely believing it was real. As of this afternoon I had never even touched a girl’s bare nipple nor had my dick handled by anyone but myself. Tonight I’d watch myself cum in and all over a hot girl’s pretty face. And then suddenly it was all over, and my head dropped over the backrest as my chest heaved in a desperate plea for oxygen.

“Holy shit, Matt,” Holly chuckled. “You came buckets. Was that your first ever blowjob? You held out longer than I would have thought.”

I managed to nod wearily, eventually summoning the strength to pick my head up and look down at her again. Even though I’d just cum thirty seconds ago, I felt myself starting to get hard again at the sight of such a pretty girl scooping my jizz off her face and tits and popping her cream-coated fingers into her mouth, sucking on them with relish.

“Mmm, I love the taste of cum,” she said with a giggle. “I’d give more blowjobs, but I don’t want to get a reputation as a slut. But you’re not the type of guy who’d blab to his friends, right? Well, actually, the whole BTC is gonna know about this soon enough. But you’re not gonna tell any guys about this, right?”

I shook my head fervently. If my silence was the price to pay for such incredible feelings, I would happily pay it.

“Good to know. Then we can probably do this again a bunch more times.” She flashed me a pixie wink while suckling on her index finger. There was a tissue box on the corner table, and she grabbed a few to finish wiping herself off. “But first, I think it’s time you showed me your bedroom.”

I looked at her stupidly for a second, pointing off toward the stairs before I realized I needed to stand up and actually take her there. After all, I would be need to be present for what she had in mind next. I pulled up my pants and stood up, gesturing, “Uh, this way.”

Still smiling, the topless girl followed after me while I led her back to the foyer and then up the stairs, pausing to collect her shirt and bra. I could only imagine what would have happened had Mother come home while those articles were still on the floor. Hell, I could only imagine what might happen if Mother came home while Holly was still here. But I pushed those thoughts from my mind. It wasn’t even 8:30 yet and Mother rarely arrived before 10.

The Master Suite was right at the top of the stairs, with two bedrooms and a bathroom further down the hall. My mom’s office and a guest bedroom were downstairs on the main floor, and it was that guest room where the girls often went to have private conversations. Very rarely had anyone other than Belle come up into my bedroom. Whenever one of the BTC came over to study, there was plenty of room elsewhere in the house.

“Umm, pardon the mess,” I said as I led Holly inside. “I wasn’t exactly expecting company.”

“Don’t worry about it. The only thing I’m looking at is you.” Taking hold of my hand, Holly spun me around and pulled my head down to hers for a kiss.

There was about a seven inch height difference between us, so I had to stoop a little to kiss her. So instead I just picked her up in my arms so that she wrapped her legs around my waist, crooning happily into my mouth as our tongues battled. And we made out like… well… a pair of horny teenagers until she started tugging at my shirt, eager to get to the next part.

When she pulled her lips off mine, I gasped, “I wanna eat you. I’ve never done that before.”

Giggling mirthfully, Holly brushed neon blue bangs back from her face and nodded. “Works for me.”

“You might have to tell me what to do.”

Her hazel eyes sparkled. “Happy to teach.”

With that, I turned and laid her down across my bed. Then after whipping my shirt over my head, I tossed it in the vague direction of my laundry basket and knelt on the floor in front of her. Holly kicked off her shoes and was already tugging down her leggings. And a few seconds later, I had a completely naked girl in my bed for the very first time.

She parked her feet on the edge of my mattress, raised her knees up into the air, and spread her thighs out wide. A pretty pink pussy with puffy lips already flowering open in arousal greeted me, her mons shaved completely bare.

I chuckled. “I was half-expecting you to have a neon blue landing patch.”

Holly giggled. “That’s a good idea, actually.”

“I like the tattoo though,” I added, pointing to the small image of a pair of red cherries joined together by a green leaf tattooed within her bikini area.

Holly giggled again. “Only a select few ever get to see THAT one.”

I leaned forward, inhaling her sweet musky scent. I’d smelled the aroma of aroused girl before, but never from quite so close, and the flavor called to me like honey to a bee. My mouth was on her clit in an instant, finding that little pea-sized ball and nibbling it gently. Holly’s legs slammed shut around my ears, her feet losing their grip on the mattress to start drumming her heels against my back. And then we were off to the races.

Despite her offer to teach, Holly didn’t really say anything coherent for the next fifteen minutes. She screamed and she screeched. She wound her fingers through my hair and tugged on the follicles none-too-gently. And the pretty teenage girl pinned beneath my face thrashed her way through at least three orgasms as far as I could tell.

The entire time I simply tried to read Holly’s reactions. At first, flicking her clit with my tongue over and over again seemed to really get her going, but after a while she got used to the sensation and didn’t react quite so much. I switched to more of a sucking motion, almost as if I were giving a blowjob to a tiny, female cock, and she really got into that for a while. But again, once she got adjusted to the feelings, she settled down.

There were a lot of different things she liked, but I had to keep changing it up. I’d read about licking the alphabet, which worked fine for stimulating her into squeals and sighs but not so much for pushing her over the edge into orgasm. I tried to stray away from her clit for a while, but she just sort of squirmed and shifted her hips trying to get me back, so I quickly figured I should stay focused on that little nub, at least for my first time. If we had repeat encounters I could experiment a little more, but for now I really needed to make her happy. And from the sounds she was making and the way she kept flooding my face with girlcum, I seemed to be doing a pretty good job.

By the time Holly started ramping up to her third climax, I’d started to develop a routine not unlike the way I figured out the best order for giving massages. I pushed and I prodded. I licked and I swirled. I nibbled down gently, and even not so gently when appropriate. And I held on for dear life when she squeezed her thighs around my head, threatening to suffocate me while her hands pulled my hair and her heels hammered my back.

At last, she pushed me away from her crotch and rolled over onto her side, curling into a fetal position. “That’s it, that’s it. No more,” she gasped, visibly trembling. Holly suddenly looked smaller, less the intimidating Miss Popular she always seemed to be at school and more just another teenage girl in a little bit over her head, the same as the BTC members I’d come to adore.

I reacted the same way I had when Belle had started crying in my minivan. I quickly slid up onto the bed, spooned myself behind the blue-haired beauty, and hugged her close. For a moment I forgot about Holly’s nudity, but only for a moment. After that I was supremely conscious of the fact that my left forearm across her midsection was pressed against the bare undersides of her breasts while my right forearm was pressed against the upper slopes of her breasts at the same time. And that didn’t even mention the way my second erection was pressed against her ass, although I still had my pajama pants on in-between us. If it hadn’t been for that, this close to a wet and waiting pussy I would have been sorely tempted to push myself inside.

But I did have pajama pants, and despite her nudity I was worried about her state of mind right now. “You alright?” I asked with genuine concern once she seemed to calm down, squeezing her tightly.

“Alright?” she whispered with a bit of a laugh. “I’m amazing. You’re a natural.”

“Oh.” I relaxed my grip. “For a second there I thought you were crying.”

“Well… I guess I was.” Holly spun around in my grasp, wiping moisture from her eyes, although her expression was the same flirtatious mirth she showed around school. She grinned broadly and quickly moved in to kiss me. And when she pulled back, that sparkle was back in her hazel eyes. “You overwhelmed me. That’s a good thing.”

“Oh.”

Giggling, she kissed me again. This one was a nice, long kiss with plenty of tongue, and by the end of it her hand was on my package, rubbing my erection from outside my pants.

“Time to get this bad boy inside me,” she husked, full of need, and then kissed me again.

“I still can’t believe the girls said it would be okay.” Our mouths met once more.

“Mmm… Sam took some convincing.” Her tongue played inside my mouth for a few seconds. “She didn’t want to let me at first.”

“Wait, what?” I dodged her next kiss, furrowed my eyebrows, and gave Holly a serious look. “Sam didn’t?”

Holly shrugged like it was no big deal. “Not at first. It was kinda weird, actually. Back at the pool, when I first asked if they’d be okay with me seducing you, Sam was all for it. She said she always felt guilty about how much the BTC teased you without it ever going anywhere. So when I… well… asked permission… she was all ‘Go right ahead!’”

“But then when we started messing around on the couch during the movie,” I began.

“And Sam got up and walked out in a huff,” Holly finished for me. “I get it. Girls are territorial. She’d thought she would be okay with it, but when you and I started doing stuff right in front of her face, she was all, ‘Nuh-uh. Not MY man.’”

I frowned. “You say that like it’s from personal experience.”

Holly blushed and looked embarrassed. “Another friend of mine. Won’t name names. I thought her boyfriend was hot, and she wanted to spice up their relationship, so she invited me to join them for a threesome. Things started off great, but when I started going down on him and he started moaning my name, she got upset and stopped everything right then and there.”

I winced. “Ouch.”

“It’s alright. We’re still friends, but I’m not allowed to flirt with him anymore. No big deal. Lots more yummy guys to sample. Like YOU.”

“How’d you change her mind?”

“I didn’t; Belle did. Well, Belle and Zofi. They were all, ‘Matty’s not our boyfriend. We can’t stop him from being with other girls.’ And Sam was all, ‘Yes, we can! He’s ours! He belongs to the BTC!’ So then I’m all, ‘Well what if I join the BTC?’ And then all three of them were all, ‘Well if you’re in the BTC then you can’t fuck him. None of us can!’ So then me joining the BTC was off the table and it was back to whether or not Sam would let me… or let anybody have sex with you. And Belle and Zofi started calling out Sam on the unfairness of all that. I mean, it’s not like YOU would stop Sam from hooking up with some other guy, would you?”

I snorted. “Of course not. She already HAS hooked up with other guys. Sam’s not my girlfriend.”

“Exactly. And you’re not their boyfriend. So once Sam wrapped her head around that idea, it was no longer a question of whether she had a problem letting you have sex with another girl, or whether she specifically had a problem with ME. And she insisted she didn’t have a problem with me. In fact, she said she’d rather it be someone like me who wouldn’t try to make you a steady boyfriend and take you away from them.”

It took me an extra couple of seconds to process all that, but I finally nodded and said, “Makes sense, I guess.”

She took one look at my furrowed eyebrows and thoughtful expression and said, “This conversation isn’t exactly the most arousing thing we could be talking about. My fault. I’m sorry. We should get back to the good stuff.” She started rubbing my package again.

“No, don’t apologize. I’m glad we talked about it. I don’t think I could’ve gone through with it without being sure the girls are okay with it.” I frowned. “That said, the other girls don’t know about this, do they?”

“What do you mean?”

“Alice, Naimh, Mari. They weren’t part of the conversation.”

“You’re not their boyfriend, either.” Holly slid her hand into my pajamas, wrapping her hand around my still-hard erection. Whether or not this had been the most arousing conversation, I was still an 18-year-old boy in bed with a gorgeous, naked girl.

“Still…”

“C’mon, Matt. You’re handsome, tall, and really fucking good with your hands. You’re considerate and patient, superhumanly patient to put up with all the teasing you go through. You should’ve gotten laid a hundred times by now, but you’re surrounded by six big-titted cockblockers that scare off all your prospects. Don’t you think it’s time you finally lost your virginity?”

“Nngh,” I grunted, my eyelids fluttering at the pleasure Holly’s hand was giving me.

She rolled me onto my back and pulled my waistband down to mid-thigh, exposing my dick and elevating it to a near-vertical angle. She pumped it a little faster and a little harder before ducking her head and taking a long lick along my shaft from balls to tip. “I’m soooo wet for you. I’m fucking soaked, actually, after that tongue-lashing you gave me. And I can’t wait to feel you deep inside me.”

“Ohhh, Holly…” I groaned, draping my right forearm over my eyes.

After swirling her tongue around my crown, she bobbed her blue-haired head up and down a few times, fucking her own face with my cock. I was as hard as I would ever get, and after yanking my pajama pants down to my ankles, Holly got up on her knees, swung one to the other side of my hips, and jacked my rod with her right hand while aiming it at her descending cunt.

“Oh, Holly,” I moaned again. “Holly, Holly, wait!… Wait-wait-wait.”

Holly froze just as my mushroom head touched her pussy lips.

“I… I…”

“It’s okay. You can do this,” she urged gently and started lowering herself. I felt my battering ram begin to part her folds.

“Wait-wait-wait!” I screeched again. This time, I twisted my hips and rolled away from her. She had to shift her balance to her left knee to avoid being toppled over.

“Matt…” she whimpered, her voice full of need.

“I’m sorry!” I sputtered. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just… I can’t do this. I can’t do this to them.”

“Why NOT?”

“Because!”

“The girls said it was okay!”

“That’s not the point!”

“Then what IS the point?”

“I don’t know!” I lay flat on my back, both palms covering my eyes. Holly said nothing, although from the shift of the mattress I could tell she was still on the bed with me. She waited me out while I caught my breath and tried to gather my thoughts. But the more I tried to get a hold of them, the more they slipped through my grasp.

Finally, I just opened my eyes and looked at her. Even if I couldn’t figure out what was going on with my own emotions, the chivalrous part of me wanted to be considerate of hers. “Holly, I’m sorry.”

She sat upright, knees to her chest, with her arms wrapped around them. She didn’t look angry or anything, just confused and a little… contemplative.

“I’m sorry,” I repeated. “I never meant to tease you. Believe me, I know exactly what it’s like to be brought right up the bitter edge of doing something only to be stopped at the last fucking moment.”

Holly snorted and gave me an amused look. “Yeah, I suppose you would know. Sam’s told me stories of some of the things the girls have done in the name of teasing you. There was this one day when she sat in your lap wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. She parked those massive hooters on your face, blinding you with her boobs, really, and actually dry-humped herself to an orgasm on your throbbing erection.”

I rubbed my forehead. “She’s done that twice, actually. I wanted so desperately to slide her bikini top over just half an inch and pop her nipple into my mouth. I did enjoy grabbing her ass and helping her grind herself on my dick though. I nearly came in my swim trunks.”

“But you didn’t. She’s never let you cum, has she?”

I shrugged and started to sit up, like her with my arms around my upright knees. “It’s part of the game.”

“This part of the game sucks though. I don’t think anyone’s ever teased ME and not gone through with it before. I don’t like this feeling. It sucks.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that.” She shook her head. “How DO you put up with it? If a bunch of girls treated me like this, I wouldn’t stick around. I’d say ‘Screw you bitches. I’m gonna find someone who’ll put out.’”

“We both know I’m not gonna do that.”

“Then you’re a pussy.”

“Calling me names isn’t going to change my mind.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just.” She took another deep breath. “Wow! This feeling SUCKS. I really think this is the first time a guy’s ever turned me down!”

“It’s not you. You’re amazing and gorgeous and I would have loved to have sex with you. It’s me. I just--”

“‘It’s not you, it’s me’?” she cut me off. “Did you really just say that?”

I rubbed my forehead again. “Trite as the sentiment may be, it’s true. This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”

“You mean everything to do with your feelings for the BTC girls.”

I started to say ‘no’ but caught myself, sighed, and nodded affirmatively. “I believe you when you say they gave their permission. But even so…” I took a deep breath and sighed, a pained expression on my face.

Holly eyed me carefully. “You really love them, don’t you?”

My eyebrows popped. “What?”

“The BTC girls. You love them.”

“I’m not in love with them. We’re just friends.”

“I didn’t say you were IN love with them, like, romantically or anything. Six girls and one you? That would be really awkward. But it’s always been clear how important they are to you, and how important you are to them. They’re your best friends, and you can’t shake the feeling that if you sleep with me, you’re somehow betraying them.”

I frowned and thought about her words. Again, I started to say ‘no’ but caught myself, started to say ‘yes’ but stopped again, and finally said, “Not that I’m betraying them, no. Whether or not Sam feels territorial, or any of the girls feel territorial, I’m NOT their boyfriend and they have no right to demand faithfulness from me.”

“True.”

“It really is about ME. I’m gonna sound like a 14-year-old girl, but this is my virginity. And…” I paused to collect my thoughts. “You’re really hot, Holly. But as much as I like you, and as grateful as I am for you giving me my first blowjob and being the first girl I ever went down on, we don’t really know each other.”

“Oh, so it actually IS me. I’m not special enough to give your virginity to.”

“I don’t mean… well…”

“I’m not one of the BTC.” She started laughing.

“Well…”

Holly kept laughing. “You realize you’ve totally screwed yourself. You’re saving yourself for one of the BTC girls, but they’ve all agreed to never have sex with you.”

“I never intended to SAVE myself for them.”

“But when you had the chance to stick your dick inside me, you suddenly realized you ARE saving yourself for them.”

I buried my face in my palms again. “This is so fucked up.”

Holly took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. I still had my face in my hands, but I could feel her shifting across the bed until she wrapped an arm around my shoulders and rubbed me softly. “If it’s any consolation, I think it’s actually pretty sweet. I mean yeah, you do sound like a 14-year-old girl, but I also know my first time was nothing special, and that’s a regret I’ll have to live with for the rest of my life. Most guys are so eager to have sex that they don’t really care about the girl they’re with, as long as she has a working vagina. I think whichever girl finally gets your cherry will be very lucky indeed, because then she’ll know for sure she means more to you than just a willing pussy.”

I picked my head up and gave her a thankful look. “You’re taking this rather well.”

“This has definitely been one of the most unique encounters of my life. I’ll never forget the guy who stopped me from impaling myself on his dick right at the front gates.” She sighed. “And I’ll never forget getting stuck with the female equivalent of blue balls. I really WAS hoping for a few more spectacular orgasms.”

With that, Holly pecked my cheek and started getting off the bed, glancing around for her clothes. But I reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging gently.

“Turns out I AM saving myself for the BTC. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you a few more spectacular orgasms. You never did teach me anything in the art of cunnilingus.”

Holly smiled and allowed me to pull her back onto the bed and push her into a reclining position while I slid my head down between her spread legs. “I don’t need to teach you anything. You really are a natural.”

“Then let’s just say I’d like to get more practice, if you don’t mind.”

Holly giggled, put her hand on the back of my head. “I don’t mind at all.”

****

-- CHAPTER 3: Study Breaks --

****

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

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

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

“Well she obviously enjoyed it.”

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

“Was your dick too long or too fat?”

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

Belle laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Belle, seriously.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What was what like?”

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

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

“Better than masturbation?”

“WAY better.”

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

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

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

“Imagining ME going down on YOU?”

“Matty.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Belle…” I warned.

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

“Belle,” I said a little more strongly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s different. I’m a guy.”

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

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

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

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

“Well, you, Keanu, and Brat Pitt.”

I thought about that. “Fair enough.”

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

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

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

“You’re gorgeous, B. I just--”

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

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

“Is it?”

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

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

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

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

I chuckled. “Well I certainly am now.”

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

I grinned. “I’ll say.”

“So we’re good? No awkward feelings?”

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I smiled and shrugged.

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

Nodding, I replied, “I totally agree.”

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

I nodded.

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

“Then which one of us? Me? Zofi?”

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

“Then why didn’t you fuck Holly?”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t say that.”

“Holly said you said that.”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

“As our friend.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There’s not.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Uh, yeah, pretty much.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Absolutely.”

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

****

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

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

They didn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I stuttered, “N-no. I’m not.”

“Are you saving your virginity for me?”

“Uh, no. I’m not.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Oh. Uhhh...” Naimh stammered.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, that, totally.” I grinned, too.

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

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

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

Naimh smiled. “An acceptable answer.”

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

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

Last was Belle.

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

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

That afternoon would not become the first.

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

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

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

Belle looked up at me in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what you really want?”

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

Everyone turned to look at Naimh, who blushed pink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” Naimh huffed.

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

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

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

And so it was agreed.

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I assumed wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ungggh! Ungggh! Ungggh!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

I sighed, not sure how to answer her.

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

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

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

****

-- CHAPTER 4: Halloween --

****

I didn’t really get over the brother-sister thing. Mari and Belle had their little girl chat, and after Mari went home, Belle and I sat down and had our own talk. But it was the same conversation we’d already had before, with me thinking of her as my little sister and her thinking of me as her hunky unrelated step-brother. Her dad came home early and we were behind on making dinner, so we never actually finished the conversation. And after dinner I went back to my own house.

Word of Mari’s boldness traveled fast.

Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Literally, the first words out of her mouth were, “Is it true Mari gave you a hand job until you came on your belly?”

I blinked twice and looked around to make sure nobody else was nearby. Other people were walking in from the parking lot, so I quickly grabbed Alice by the elbow and pulled her toward a quiet corner where I could at least have my back to a wall and see if anyone was eavesdropping, and Belle followed. “Can we not have this conversation out in public?” I hissed.

Belle drawled, “Did you wanna do it next or something?”

“What? Eww!” Alice made a stink face. “I just wanted confirmation because doing that is the LAST thing I ever thought Mari would do.”

“Well, not the LAST thing,” Belle snarked.

Alice rolled her eyes. “I’m being serious. When has Mari ever been the first to do anything with Matty? Not even Neevie or Sam have gotten him off yet.”

Belle sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Can we not have this conversation?”

“Fine, fine, let’s get to class,” Alice conceded. “But you know this won’t be the end of it. As soon as Mari tells the others what she did, they’re gonna wanna do the same. You know, so we’re all ‘still in balance’.” Alice finished the last phrase miming air quotes.

I frowned. “Didn’t you just say you wouldn’t want to do that?”

Alice looked at me like I’d grown a horn out of my forehead. “No, eww! I mess around with you because it makes ME feel hot and sexy. I mean, I AM a little curious about you sucking on my titties. But I don’t actually want your yucky sperm on my hand or anything like that. Like… Eww! But you know Sam and Neevie are gonna be all over that.”

Belle grumbled, “It’s not exactly ‘still in balance’ if only two or three of us can do something.”

Alice furrowed her eyebrows and gave Belle an agreeable look. “That’s a good point. We should take it up with Sam.”

“Well can we do it at home?” I complained. “I really don’t like having this conversation out in the open.”

“Fine, fine.” Alice held up her hands defensively and started walking. But she looked back at Belle and said, “Seriously though. I need your help coming up with some good and logical reasons why we collectively need to tap the brakes. Because ever since Matty became the BTC’s official boyfriend, I’ve started panicking we’re all somehow gonna lose our virginities before Christmas.”

Belle snorted. “Don’t worry. Things would never get THAT crazy.”

****

“Oooh, oooh. I wanna try again,” Alice chirped enthusiastically as she knelt before me in front of the couch and once again wrapped her hand around my thick and throbbing dick.

I groaned and let my head loll over the backrest, closing my eyes and relishing the sensations of my long-time friend pumping my naked prick with her hand.

Based on Alice’s mood this morning, I would have NEVER expected to be in this situation right now. And yet here I was, getting my dick fondled by all six of the BTC girls.

Yes, I said all six. Even Belle had joined in. Well, I didn’t know Belle was going to join in. I was a little busy sucking face with Zofi and therefore barely noticed when Mari quite literally handed my dick off to her best friend. Only when Zofi broke away to let Alice have a turn kissing me did I look down and notice the petite blonde’s small hands stacking up around my big dick with some room left over at the top.

I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?

At lunchtime, Alice and Belle had indeed raised the notion of tapping the brakes on our runaway hormones, stating that while the original intent of “The Rule” was for no one to literally “date” me and therefore take me away from the other girls, in practice The Rule had existed to keep everyone from getting too intimate with me. Physical intimacy and plain old “doing sex stuff” would put us on a path where somebody would get feelings that may or may not be reciprocated, somebody would get hurt, and in the end the BTC could very well fracture. As much as I’d enjoyed “doing stuff” with the girls, I couldn’t disagree and figured that when we all ended up at my house this afternoon to hang out and grill dinner, per usual for a Friday, the girls would hammer out a clarified understanding of The Rule and we’d start rolling back some of the liberties the girls had been taking with my body lately.

I was exactly wrong.

Somehow, someway, as soon as we got to my house Sam convinced the girls that “fair was fair” and The Rule was about keeping a level playing field, not restricting the girls from getting too intimate with me.

“We’re not fifteen anymore,” Sam argued. “Aren’t we mature enough to push our boundaries a little? It’s not like I’m asking you to have sex with him. But if Mari is woman enough to explore her sexuality a little bit with the only man she’s ever felt safe enough to explore with, who are we to say she’s not allowed?”

That particular argument was what won over Alice. Naimh was already on the side of pushing those boundaries as far as they could go. Zofi was pretty chill about the whole thing, saying she’d go along with whatever the group decided. And of course Mari did NOT want to roll back being allowed to play with my dick and feel me sucking on her tits the next time there was an opportunity.

Belle was the lone holdout, and in the end she just threw up her hands, barked a little angrily, “Fine! You sluts do whatever the hell you want. I’m going for a walk.” And then she went for a walk.

Her little tantrum nearly stopped everything in its tracks. -I- certainly felt that if any one member felt that strongly about NOT crossing a particular line, the group really couldn’t proceed. Wasn’t that the entire point of The Rule? But Mari went after her, insisted she could change Belle’s mind, and sure enough, in less than five minutes Belle came back and said she’d changed her mind.

No one was more shocked at the sudden U-turn than me. But with the matter apparently settled, the girls were happy to move on to other things. I got sent out to heat up the hot tub. The girls started chatting about other things, and an hour later I found myself surrounded by six hot girls wearing skimpy bikinis.

Five minutes after that, Naimh climbed into my lap and started a pleasant makeout session. A minute later, her hand slid into my swim trunks. The rather obvious way her elbow pistoned up and down made it clear to everyone else she was giving me a hand job and not merely rubbing my package, and Belle was the first to sweep all the bubbles aside, stare down through the water, and mutter dryly, “Oooh, big surprise.”

Sam smirked and drawled, “Just don’t make him pop. I--”

“Next!” Zofi interrupted before Sam could finish.

“Bitch,” Sam complained without any real heat in her voice.

“Next after Zofi!” Mari announced.

Sam groaned, “Now I think it’s clear that I already--”

“Next after Mari!” Alice cheered with both hands in the air.

Belle frowned. “Wait, I thought you didn’t even want to--”

“Everybody gets a turn!” Sam yelled, and the others all shut up and sat still. “But not in the hot tub. Let’s just relax, have the jets soothe our sore muscles, and enjoy the heat for a bit. THEN we’ll go inside and you all can have your way with him.”

“Aww, does this mean I have to stop?” Naimh complained. The way her elbow kept pistoning, I didn’t want her to stop, either. She also hugged my head to her chest, which basically meant my cheek was pressed into her cleavage with titflesh tantalizingly close to my lips.

Sam rubbed her forehead. “Fine, I’ll give you three more minutes. Do not make him pop.”

Naimh glowed happily. “I promise.” Her hand started pumping and we promptly went back to Frenching. Gawd I loved kissing this girl.

She didn’t get me off. We made out for about four and a half minutes, after which Belle started tapping her shoulder and we reluctantly stopped sucking each other’s face. Naimh didn’t take her hand out of my trunks though, and it was only when Alice noticed her arm was still subtly moving and called her out on it that the Irish redhead finally let go of my cock.

The girls returned to their conversation and I slouched down in the tub to actually relax. Twenty minutes later, we all finally climbed out of the tub and headed into the house to dry off.

But nobody put their clothes back on. Sam’s instructions. Instead, Sam led me over to the middle of the big couch and told me to drop my swim trunks.

“Umm, what?” I balked. I was still topless from the hot tub, and my swim trunks were my only article of clothing. I’d never been NAKED in front of any of the BTC girls before.

Sam leveled her gaze, giving me an expectant look. But now it was my turn to have a deer-in-the-headlights expression, and with a sigh, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bikini top.

I must have blanked out for a second, because the next thing I knew Sam stood before me, completely topless, with those gravity-defying massive 36DD breasts proud and bare before me. This wasn’t a quick 5-second flash with her friends. Sam’s bikini top was nowhere to be found, absolutely nothing impeding my view of those fabulous knockers capped with puffy pink nipples. And this time when she repeated, “Take your trunks off,” I immediately dropped trou.

Sam grinned, quite pleased with my reaction, as she knelt on the couch by my side. She held my head in her hands and leaned forward, initiating a kiss not unlike the ones she gave me in the parking lot after school. Only this time, she didn’t stop kissing me, and her hands didn’t remain on my head.

“Oh, shit,” I groaned into her mouth when she circled her fingers around my throbbing dick.

Sam giggled and kissed me again. I was consciously aware of her naked tits pressing into my right shoulder, but I made no move to grab them. I’d been well-trained not to initiate something like that unless the girls started it first.

Sam and I only made out for about a minute before the other girls caught on. “Wait-wait-wait,” Zofi complained shrilly. “-I- called ‘next’ in the hot tub!”

“And I was after her!” Mari complained.

Sam broke our lip-lock and looked pointedly at both girls. “So sit down,” she said, gesturing to the couch.

Left-handed Zofi took the open spot on my other side, grinning widely. She started to look nervous when Sam stopped stroking my shaft and instead held it out to her best friend. Blinking rapidly, the tall, slender Polish model-type uneasily took my dick into her hand, holding it extremely gently as if it were an eggshell.

“It’s not gonna break,” Sam intoned with amusement. “You can squeeze him pretty hard.”

Still blinking rapidly, Zofi closed her fingers around me more tightly, and even if she wasn’t pumping my prick, the mere idea of this being the first time the pretty brunette had ever held a cock in her hand gave me a surge of pleasure.

She turned to look at me, fear evident in her irises. I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me, urging me to reassure her. So I cradled Zofi’s cheeks in my hands and murmured, “It’s so fucking hot to have you holding my dick.” And then I leaned in for a kiss.

Zofi moaned when our lips met. Her hand tightened around my cock. And as the pleasure of our kiss built, she started stroking.

Meanwhile, Sam got up and let Mari take her spot. The lovely Latina started by rubbing my pectoral muscles and abs while bending over to kiss my shoulder. I sighed and pulled away from Zofi, turning to Mari and giving her an inviting look. She was quick to take me up on the offer, grabbing my head and searing her lips across mine. Soon we were making out with the same kind of fervor she’d shown yesterday in Belle’s bed.

Alice was suddenly on my left side as Mari took over pumping my cock. After Mari had her fill, she handed me off (literally), and once again I got a little thrill out of the idea that one of my friends was holding a dick in her hands for the first time.

Kissing Alice was always fun, but also a little… weird. She was a pretty girl and I’d had many fantasies about running my hands over her beautiful body, but we’d also grown up together and I still had memories of us running around the soccer field in elementary school. She enjoyed teasing me and playing with my body as a safe way of exploring her sexuality, but I never felt the kind of heat from her as I did from some of the others, and not for the first time I wondered if my erstwhile best friend was actually a lesbian.

That said, I couldn’t imagine a lesbian grabbing my dick and stroking it with such gleeful abandon.

“Careful there, Alice,” Belle intoned with a chuckle. “You keep that up and you may end up with yucky sperm on your hand.”

Alice let go of my dick immediately and stared at it with saucer-shaped eyes, wondering if it indeed was about to go off.

Sam laughed. “Relax, he’s nowhere near cumming.”

“Is it my turn again yet?” Naimh asked impatiently.

Sam gestured as Mari vacated her seat. “Go right ahead.”

“But Belle hasn’t gone yet,” Mari pointed out.

My eyes immediately went to Belle’s. Everyone else’s eyes started yo-yoing back and forth between us. The awkward tension that had formed between us over the past few weeks had become pretty obvious, and this moment wasn’t exactly relieving that tension.

“Go ahead, Neevie,” Belle said after a pregnant pause. Her words were for Naimh but her eyes were on mine.

Fortunately, Naimh didn’t care whether or not Belle and I were feeling awkward tension. She was happy to take over, and better yet, mid-kiss she untied the bows of her halter-top bikini, tossed aside the flimsy fabric, and pulled my mouth down to her pale pink nipples instead.

“Neevie!” Alice shrieked in startled disbelief.

“What? Mari did this already, didn’t she? We’re ‘still in balance’. Matty sure looks happy.”

I was happy, and I was sucking away at Naimh’s freckled Double-D tits with abandon, fearing Sam might change the rules and suddenly take them away. I’d wanted the Irish redhead’s breasts in my mouth the very first time I ever saw them, and that desire had NEVER gone away. Even if nothing else happened for the rest of the afternoon, at least I could say I finally got my lips around her puffy pink nipples. But eventually Naimh pulled my face off her boobs and started kissing me again.

After that, the whole order of who was “next” got lost, and the girls just started trading off as soon as one of their friends chirped that they wanted another turn. Sam let me suck on her big tits, and I nearly came just from the excitement of doing that for the first time, but all the other girls kept their tops on, even Mari. Even though she’d let me nurse at her nipples yesterday, perhaps the pressure of being surrounded by her friends made her less comfortable than she’d been yesterday when it was just me and Belle.

Speaking of uncomfortable, I assumed that’s how Belle was feeling. She’d clearly been uncomfortable with the changes happening between her friends and me ever since I became the BTC’s boyfriend. But I’d been too busy having fun with those changes to really want to stop. So it was a complete surprise to me when she suddenly joined in. Mari and Zofi had me distracted, and then suddenly I looked down to see my “little sister” looking up at me with an expression of can’t-stop-me now mixed with please-don’t-be-mad-at-me.

Her small hands weren’t big enough to completely cover my cock. She started pumping them both up and down the way she’d seen the others doing it, bent over, and for a heartbeat I thought she’d actually put me into her mouth. I knew she’d fantasized about doing so quite a lot, even if I tried hard not to think about it myself.

I was certainly thinking about it now.

“Okay NOW he looks like he’s about to cum,” Sam chuckled while I clenched my teeth and tried valiantly not to let that happen. Thankfully for everyone involved, I did succeed.

But Belle didn’t kiss me. She didn’t even try. She knew I still considered kissing like that to be intimate, at least with her. Perhaps she considered herself lucky I’d let her participate this much and didn’t want to push her luck. When everything was over at the end of the night, I did ask her, “What did Mari say to you to get you to change your mind?”

Belle just gave me a mysterious smile and said, “Maybe I’ll tell you someday, but not today.”

At the time, Belle only jacked me off with both hands for a couple of minutes before letting Sam take over. Then Alice said, “Oooh, oooh. I wanna try again,” and I surrendered myself to the blissful sensations. It had been an amazing afternoon, but all good things must come to an end.

By now I had three girls surrounding me at all times: one on each side and one on the floor in front of me. I added a fourth when Naimh stood behind the couch and leaned over to kiss me while Zofi and Mari sandwiched me between them, with Sam kneeling on the floor stroking my shaft. Naimh, Zofi, and Mari started passing my head between them every three seconds or so, shoving a succession of tongues into my mouth one after the other before their friends physically rotated my head away.

I started grunting into Mari’s mouth as the pleasure built and built inside me. Sam recognized the tension in my abs, and she suddenly sped up her strokes. “He’s gonna blow soon,” she told the girls.

Mari broke our kiss and turned to look, watching the busty blonde’s hands twisting and pulling at my prick. I watched as well, taking in Sam’s eager expression and the way her lips parted as if in anticipation of swallowing my load.

“How do you want me, Matty?” Sam asked in her alluring Aussie accent, eyes twinkling. You wanna cum on my face? Or do you want me to swallow it? Or maybe… hmm… I’m thinking you’d love to bust your nut all over my big boobies, huh? Would you like to shower me with your sperm in front of all our friends? Can you imagine blowing a big load right into the valley of my naked breasts? That’s a good idea, actually. Hang on a sec.”

My eyes went WIDE as Sam bent forward, grabbing hold of both her boobs to try squishing them around my cock. The upright rod actually got knocked out of the way at first, and Zofi reached over to hold my mushroom head and keep it in place so Sam could finish wrapping her tits around me. But once she had me enfolded in her titflesh, Sam flicked her eyes up to mine and hummed erotically as she began to hump her chest up and down.

“Holy crap,” I moaned. “You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this.”

Sam chuckled musically. “Actually, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea. Hope I live up to your expectations though. I’ve seen this in porn but never actually done it.”

I shook my head slowly. “You couldn’t disappoint me if you tried. Ohmigawd… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

It didn’t take long. Primed as I was from the girls jacking me off for close to half an hour, plus the girls making out with me one after the other, plus occasionally sucking on Naimh’s or Sam’s big boobs, I was ready to blow. Getting my first ever titfuck (and Sam’s first, too) was just icing on the cake. And as soon as I started visualizing my engorged cockhead spitting wads of creamy cum all over the busty blonde’s chest, I started doing just that.

“Eeeyarrrghhh!!!” I groaned as my dick erupted. The first two shots actually fired hard enough to splatter onto Sam’s face, one just beneath her left eye and the second across her lips and chin. She hunched over a little more after that, so that the third shot impacted underneath her chin. The rest lost power and merely coated the upper slopes of her chest before all of the cumwads started trickling downward with the force of gravity, the ones on her face literally dripping down onto her spectacularly big boobs.

My hips bucked and shuddered, trying their best to keep fucking Sam’s cleavage all through my orgasm. But eventually I collapsed and went limp, sinking deeper into the couch cushions. Sam pulled her tits off my dick and sat back on her heels, smirking in smug satisfaction. And then to her surprise and everyone else’s, Zofi suddenly tackled her onto the floor, licking up cock cream from her best friend’s boobs before sealing her lips over Sam’s and feeding my sperm directly into the blonde’s mouth.

“Holy crap!” Alice exclaimed.

Sam and Zofi froze mid-moan and mid-kiss. Clearly they had both been really into it, and I wondered (not for the first time) if the pair of them had ever made out with each other before. Given Zofi’s self-professed virginity, I imagined this was the first time they had done so with someone’s sperm on their lips, although admittedly I couldn’t be sure. They sat up and glanced back at us, Zofi blushing fiercely and covering her face with both hands in disbelief she’d lost control and done that.

“Don’t mind us,” Mari intoned seriously. “If you want to keep kissing her, go right ahead.”

Now Alice’s surprised expression was directed at Mari. But I didn’t have time to think about them any further as Naimh literally vaulted herself over the couch’s backrest and into Zofi’s vacated seat. She grabbed her left breast and shoved her nipple into my mouth before seizing my head with both hands. And in a raspy voice just bursting with sexual need, she growled, “I am NOT going home until you spray your cum all over ME.”

****

“Hey, Matty?” Belle called. “Can you help me zip this up?”

It was the Saturday before Halloween, and even if kids wouldn’t be trick-or-treating tonight, the member of the BTC were all dressing up for a party. There would be alcohol involved, so rather than let the girls drive themselves individually, I was going to pick them all up in my minivan and refrain from drinking myself so I could drive them all back home at the end of the night.

Belle had come over to my house already dressed in her costume: Jane from the Disney animated Tarzan. She had a yellow dress including the structured butt-bustle, white gloves, and a purple cravat with a white collar. A safari hat and yellow parasol completed the outfit, but the dress was super tight up the back (it wasn’t designed to accommodate her bigger-than-normal bustline), and she couldn’t quite get the zipper closed.

I turned away from the mirror as Belle walked into the bathroom. She spun around and I took hold of the back of the dress, tugging it closed and hooking it together. Belle gasped a little, as the top was pretty tight, and I paused to ask, “You sure this is the right size?”

“It’s fine,” she replied with shallow breaths. “Girls are used to suffocating themselves for the sake of beauty.”

“You already know I think you’re gorgeous, B. No need to make yourself uncomfortable to convince me.”

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Belle smiled and rolled her eyes. “I’m not trying to impress you. I need to look good for everyone at this party.”

I shrugged. “Your funeral.” Getting a tight grip of the zipper, I managed to slide it all the way up to the top. Belle held her chest and fought to get used to the constriction, reacting as if I’d put her into a corset.

“Sure I can’t convince you to dress as Tarzan for me?” she asked one last time, having failed on the previous three requests.

I imagined wearing a brown loincloth and nothing else and immediately replied, “Hell no.”

“C’mon. The girls would have a much easier time jerking you off.”

I blushed and thought about all the hand jobs the girls had given me over the last couple of weeks. It seemed that not a day went by without one of the girls making me explode at least once. Sam and Naimh were still the most frequent culprits; both of them got a kick out of making me pop purely for the fun of it. For Mari, jacking my cock was more of a complement to our continuing makeout sessions, and she also loved letting me suck on her nipples at the same time. Zofi had stroked me to completion twice, both times with Sam present to watch and give pointers. Even Alice had fun playing with my dick, although she only did so on Fridays when the whole club got together, and she never once tried to make me cum.

Speaking of Fridays, those were the only days Belle handled my dick as well, and only for a few minutes before giving up her spot. If all five of the other girls were messing around with me, I couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Everyone had to be in balance, right? But if it was just a small group like her, me, and Mari studying in her bedroom, the expression on my face made it clear I’d rather not cross that line of intimacy. I wouldn’t stop her if she’d tried, but she never tested that resolve.

Fridays were also great for me because those were the days Sam and Naimh really wanted to show off. It seemed to become a competition between them to see which one of them could make me pop during a titfuck. Once, Naimh even got me off between her bubbly boobs in the hot tub. Alice shrieked and promptly climbed out of the water, insisting that we’d contaminated it.

So no, I didn’t feel the need to wear a Tarzan outfit just to give the girls easier access to jerking me off. I was getting plenty of action without the loincloth, thank you very much.

Looking in the mirror, I finished making sure my hair was in place and took a step backward, looking at the full picture of my generic Star Wars Jedi costume. Checking that my lightsaber was clipped to my belt, I nodded to Belle. “Let’s go pick up the others.”

Luckily, I only had three stops as Mari had gone over to Alice’s house, and Zofi had gone to Sam’s place. It took about thirty minutes to collect everyone and another ten to drive to the party. I parallel parked on the curb about six houses away, everyone got out, and then we spent another five minutes making sure everyone’s costume looked alright. Belle took a while to get her structured bustle in place under her dress.

The party itself was fine. The host was an old friend of Sam’s and Zofi’s that the rest of us at least knew in passing. There was pretty good music, a couple of kegs, and an eclectic mix of people from a variety of social cliques at school. Nobody got crazy drunk. Nobody started a fight. The police didn’t get called for a noise complaint. In short, it was nothing like you’ve seen in the movies.

The only real change of plans came in the form of the designated driver. Over and over again someone passing out red solo cups offered me a beer, which I politely declined by holding up my car keys. No biggie, no pressure. But after the first hour, Belle nudged me and said, “Hey, why don’t you go ahead. I haven’t had a drop tonight and don’t really feel like drinking. I can drive everybody home.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, no problem.” She gave me a warm smile, and I leaned over to peck her cheek in thanks.

I still didn’t get drunk or anything, but I had enough to get a good buzz going. Admittedly, my inhibitions were lowered a little and I started to get a little more affectionate with the BTC girls than I would have otherwise been, not that they seemed to mind. After all, I was the club’s official boyfriend, right? Nobody else at the party seemed to bat an eyelash when I gave Sam a kiss, or pulled Mari into my lap, or even when I grabbed Belle’s ass. It just looked so fucking perky and cute, just like her.

Well, -I- minded (a little bit) that I had grabbed Belle’s ass, and that was my cue to myself to stop drinking.

I was still feeling warm and fuzzy when the party started to wind down and we started collecting all the girls together. Belle, Mari, Alice and I had already been hanging out together for the most part, although I’d spent time with each of the others as well. We found Sam, Zofi, and Naimh together with some of the other “pretty and popular chicks”, let them say their goodbyes, and everyone piled back into my van, this time with Belle in the driver’s seat.

It took close to an hour to run everyone back to their own house, with five stops this time instead of three. By the time Belle parked the minivan in my garage, the alcohol buzz was wearing off but I was feeling pretty sleepy, bracing my elbow against the windowsill and my cheek against my open palm.

“C’mon, big guy,” Belle muttered as she opened the front passenger door from the outside and I nearly fell into her arms. She propped me up and complained, “You’re too heavy for me to carry upstairs.”

With a sleepy nod, I stumbled out of the van but yawned, stretched, and managed to walk under my own power to the door into the house. Belle followed, her hand on my hip as a guide while I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She walked with me all the way into my bedroom where I turned around, sat down on my bed, and then dropped flat on my back. I may have started snoring.

Belle’s laughed musically. “You gonna just go to sleep in your costume?”

“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled. “Think I drank more than I thought.”

“I think it’s grammatically impossible to think more than you thought.”

“Wha…?”

“Nevermind.” Belle giggled. She grabbed both my hands and leaned back, unsuccessfully trying to pull me upright. “Seriously, you’re too heavy. Help me out here.”

With a groan, I managed to sit up and start tugging at my Jedi robes. Belle helped me drag the sleeves off, and I managed to rip my undershirt over my head, leaving me topless. And then I flopped down onto my back again.

Belle sighed and pursed her lips. I closed my eyes and may or may not have passed out, because when I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again, all seemed quiet. I started to assume Belle had gone home, but a moment later, she was on the bed beside me, running her hands over my naked chest. Her palms rubbed my pecs. Her fingers trailed across my abs. These were simple touches, nothing too extreme and nothing she hadn’t already done many times. All of the BTC girls had been rubbing my body like this since we were sophomores, no big deal, and I relaxed beneath her touch.

But then I felt her lips against mine. They were soft and warm, and in my sleepy-drowsy state they felt really, really good. I kissed her back, and she moaned happily. So when I felt the tickle of her tongue parting my lips, I opened my mouth and let her inside.

There were none of the usual alarm bells going off in the back of my mind, the ones that screamed “She’s like a little sister to you!”. Belle was just a very pretty girl, completely unrelated to me like the rest of the BTC, who was having a pleasant makeout session with me. It was the same thing I’d done with no less than five other girls over the past week alone. Indeed, as the kiss built and built, I circled my arms around her and pulled her chest on top of mine so we could have a better kissing angle.

My hands grabbed her ass of their own accord. She didn’t have to put my hands on her cheeks or anything like that. I’d graduated past waiting for permission with the other five. At this point, if Sam, Zofi, Naimh, Alice, or Mari started a makeout session, it was pretty much a given that I’d grab their ass and fondle away to my heart’s content. So it was pretty much an automatic thing for me.

Belle moaned at my touch, throwing one leg over my hips and centering herself so that she could grind her crotch down against the iron-hard dick in my pants. The height difference was such that she couldn’t actually dry-hump my prick while kissing me at the same time, so she had to settle for riding my cock like a rail for about a minute without kissing before sliding back up my torso so we could resume our liplock. She seemed more interested in making out than getting off, which was fine by me.

And then suddenly she was gone.

I was still sleepy-drowsy-drunk, the pleasant buzz of the makeout session helping me float away on a fluffy cloud of bliss, so I didn’t have any real sense of time. For a moment, I thought I must’ve fallen asleep mid-makeout session, and that she must’ve gone home.

But then I felt her hands at my feet as she tugged off my black boots. After that, her fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants. And sleepy or not, drunk or not, my eyes opened wide once I felt both my pants and underwear start to slide down my legs.

I picked my head up, asking quietly, “Uh, Belle?”

She’d lost the hat, gloves, and umbrella, along with the uncomfortable bustle. She’d even unhooked the back of her dress, giving “the girls” a little more room to breathe, but otherwise my Annabelle was completely clothed. Her tits weren’t even on display, as the dress had a high collar. Yet there was something unmistakably… sexy… about her at this moment. And I realized the mood came entirely in her eyes.

They practically glowed.

Okay, they weren’t actually glowing in the dark like some kind of evil robot, but there was a shimmer in Belle’s pale green irises as she stared at me. I saw the hunger in her expression as she pulled my pants down to my knees, exposing my semi-soft cock. It wasn’t all the way soft, because while my brain might have been a little slow on the uptick, my dick apparently realized a beautiful girl was trying to get access to it. And it started to get harder pretty fast when she took it into her hands and started squeezing.

And then it was inside her mouth.

No warning. No murmured endearments. Not even a second glance at my face to ask if it was okay. I wasn’t even hard all the way yet before Belle ducked her face and crammed every inch of my dick between her lips. But within seconds it thickened and elongated until she couldn’t fit all of it inside her mouth anymore. And the next thing I knew, she had both of those tiny hands stacked one on top of the other but still leaving a few inches at the top for her mouth to suck on like a lollipop.

Belle’s knuckles suddenly moved, her hands twisting around my shaft in opposite directions before reversing course and twisting back the other way. Her agile tongue licked along the underside of my glans, flicking and teasing. She let her left hand drop away to start tickling my balls instead and used her right hand to start pumping up and down the full length of my cock. And a few seconds later, she placed both hands on my thighs and forced her head downward, trying to swallow as much of me as she possibly could.

Oh. My. GAWD.

Belle is giving me a blowjob.

BELLE is giving me a blowjob.

In all honesty, it wasn’t the greatest blowjob of all time. Even though it was only the second BJ of my life, it was apparent that Belle had never done this before and had a lot of catching up to do compared to Holly in the skill department. Actually, Belle’s first time going down on someone seemed a lot like MY first time going down on someone: just trying things out and attempting to react to your partner’s reactions.

But even if it wasn’t the greatest blowjob of all time, it was still a pretty good blowjob. Even looking back at it in hindsight, I can admit she did an amazing job for a complete novice. I never felt her teeth. She could tell when something wasn’t working and changed up her technique. And she backed off when I started bucking my hips, threatening to blow.

Presently, Belle had returned to sucking on the mushroom head while twisting both hands in opposite directions around the remaining part of my shaft. I liked the pleasure, loved the visual, and she’d picked up enough of my cues to tell. Staring straight at me with those pale green eyes, I felt her love washing over me in waves. I knew she was doing this as fulfillment of her long-time fantasy, but she was also doing her very best to give ME pleasure just for the sake of making me happy.

I didn’t deserve her.

The guilt would come later. The mental angst of letting the little girl I’d grown up with commit such a naughty, nasty act wouldn’t hit me until the morning. But right then and there, all I could feel was the love. And the more pleasure she gave me, the more I wondered why the hell I’d kept her at arm’s length for so long? The more I agonized over how unfair I’d been to keep her from being just as much of an active participant in the BTC’s “fun” as everyone else. I’d grown up with Alice almost as much as Belle, and you didn’t see me stopping HER, or giving HER warning looks of disapproval, did you?

“Belle…” I moaned rapturously, fireworks of pleasure going off in my brain. The sound of my voice saying her name so erotically spurred her on, and she turned up the pressure.

“Belle…” I moaned again, and she shifted her knees beneath her, getting herself into a position where she could bob her whole head up and down, creating a ring of suction with her lips that seemed barely wide enough to fit around my girth.

“Annabelle…” I groaned, rapidly reaching the point of no return as she fucked her own face with my cock, pumping her hands with abandon up and down the inches she couldn’t fit. “I’m gonna… You’re gonna make me…”

I expected her to pull me out of her mouth and let me blow all over my belly. The thought of her actually swallowing my sperm never even occurred to me. I mean, I’d thought about girls swallowing my spending in fantasies, including all of the other BTC girls. But not Belle. Not my precious Annabelle. It was too… dirty… In my head, she was too pure.

But she didn’t pull off. Maybe she’d always planned on swallowing. Maybe she just got caught off guard and didn’t realize I was about to actually blow until I already had. Maybe she just wanted to keep her costume clean, I don’t know. Whatever the reason, she didn’t pull off. She flinched when the first blast of sperm impacted against the roof of her mouth, but her eyes tightened and she kept her mouth down. She swallowed reflexively as the second shot exploded, and then the third, and the fourth. Her mouth stopped moving but her hands kept pumping, drawing out every last drop while I groaned and thrashed on the bed beneath her, moaning her name over and over again.

“Annabelle…”

“Annabelle…”

“Annabelle…”

And then I was done.

The next thing I knew, Belle was cuddled up alongside me, her petite 5’1” frame spooned in front of my much larger body. I cradled her with both arms, squeezing her tightly while she hummed quite happily in my embrace.

“Holy shit, B,” I moaned, still a little delirious from the incredible ejaculation. “I can’t believe you did that.”

She giggled cutely and rubbed my forearm where it crossed over her chest. “I can’t believe I did that either.”

“But… why?”

“Silly Matty. You already know I’ve been fantasizing about giving you a blowjob forever.”

“I… okay…” I conceded. “But… why now? Why tonight?”

“Because you didn’t stop me; simple as that. Maybe it was the alcohol, I dunno. For once, you didn’t get all hung up on your ‘she’s like my little sister’ mentality at the first hint of me putting a move on you. Don’t you get it? I’ll let you have anything you want from me, even my virginity.”

Belle rotated in my grasp, turning to face me with those wide, luminous, pale green eyes.

“I love you, Matty,” she said with absolute sincerity. “I always have.”