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-- CHAPTER 52: Explicit --

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Personal Slut made little “glug, glug” noises while I pounded my way in and out of her throat. She stared up at me with scintillating hazel eyes, completely unresisting my antagonistic assault on her oral orifice with her forearms crossed behind her lower back and hands gripping the opposite elbows. My own hands were planted out to the sides in a sort of push-up position. I didn’t have to worry about her silver-haired head moving away from me very much with every forceful plunge, trapped as it was against the back of my bedroom door. But the door itself still had a few millimeters of travel and just a bit of springiness in its hinges, so that the unyielding wood repeatedly banged into the doorjamb with an audible [thunk], over and over again with every forward thrust.

[thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk]

“Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.”

[thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk]

“Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.”

I felt my balls tingle the next time I made that plunge deep into her throat and abruptly stopped pumping, holding myself balls-deep in Personal Slut’s mouth so that she couldn’t breathe. Kneeling helplessly before me, her eyes watered the longer I held that position, and I could feel her reflexively trying to swallow around my thickness stretching her throat to the max. But she didn’t try to pull back – nor would she have been able to pull back, trapped as she was against my bedroom door – and it was only when I sensed she was reaching her breaking point that I suddenly pulled back and all the way out, taking a full step back away from the door.

Personal Slut gagged right at the end just before I cleared her throat, and her chest convulsed as she bowed her head forward and started coughing. When she collapsed forward, she dropped both hands to the hardwood floor of my bedroom to break her fall, and I instinctively dropped down to support her shoulders. But the silver-haired teenage dream quickly caught her breath, wiped up a bit of drool leaking down her chin, and then grinned up at me.

“Please, Master,” she panted. “Personal Slut wants some more.”

And then she pushed herself back into an upright kneeling position, re-crossed her forearms behind her lower back, and gaped her mouth open wide.

I first knelt beside her and leaned in to tenderly kiss her cheek. Then I got to my feet, cradled her head in my hands and gently pushed it until the back of her skull was once again pressed against the unyielding door.

And then I guided my swollen mushroom head between her open lips.

[thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk]

“Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.”

I didn’t cum down Holly’s throat. I didn’t pull out and paint her face or splatter on her tits. That was just the warmup, after all. She was still fully dressed from her last day of Finals and had driven straight up to my house to get some stress relief. You’d think a girl would want her boyfriend to yank her panties down and eat her out fast and furious to a screaming orgasm, or perhaps even fill up her tight teen twat with his turgid tool as quickly as possible. But Holly had dragged me upstairs to my bedroom, knelt against the door, and immediately asked “Master” to fuck “Personal Slut’s” face.

So I fucked her face.

The door kept banging.

I wondered what the girls downstairs were making of the racket.

As I said, that was just the warmup. After the next time I held myself balls-deep and brought her to the brink of choking before pulling out, I caught the flash of deep-rooted arousal in Holly’s hazel eyes and yanked her up by her armpits before tossing Personal Slut across my bed. She’d worn a long baby-blue skirt over white stockings and black high heels. When I pulled up the hem of her skirt and she spread her legs aside, I was only mildly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, her twin cherries tattoo on display. And I immediately dove in face-first to kiss the cherries and then take a long, languid lick of her juicy wet pussy already glistening with arousal.

Holly shivered and moaned and clutched my head to her loins, but she only let me eat her out for a minute before digging her fingernails into my scalp and tugging on my hair while whimpering with urgent need. I’d already kicked off my jeans and boxers before skullfucking her against the door, so I readily climbed up Personal Slut’s body, notched my swollen schlong to her saturated snatch, and slammed myself all the way down with a single shove.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” she howled at the top of her lungs.

I paused, firmly embedded to the root with my short and curlies scratching her bald beaver. Leaning my weight forward to grind my pelvic bone down on her clit, I reached for the hem of my own shirt and started tugging it up my torso. Holly helped me, yanking the offending fabric away and tossing it off the side of the bed before running her fingertips down my cheeks, across my shoulders, and then pinching my pectorals.

I grinned and let her manhandle my naked chest. She smiled up at me, a silly little grin, with her eyes sparkling and an expression on her face that plainly said she was as happy in this moment as she’d ever been in her entire life. And then her eyebrows waggled excitedly as she raised her lithe legs and hooked them over my shoulders while reaching her arms back behind her head and crossing them at the wrists.

“Take me, Master,” she crooned.

I leaned my shoulders forward into the backs of her calves to fold her in half beneath my weight. I planted my left hand atop her crossed wrists to pin them in place. I grabbed her hip with my right hand for leverage.

And then I took her.

****

“Oh, gawd… Oh, gawd… Oh-oh-oh, FUCK! FUCKITY-FUCK! FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! OWWWWW-FUCK!” Personal Slut exclaimed as my swollen shaft slid out of her soaking-wet snatch, shifted an inch higher, re-centered on her slickened sphincter, and then started shoving its way through her suddenly stretched anal chute. “FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!”

In a prone position beneath me, her legs together and her forearms once again folded across her lower back, Personal Slut was helpless to resist my abrupt anal entrance, not that she wanted to resist in the slightest. And as I burrowed deeper and deeper and deeper into her bowels, I gently removed her arms to lie them straight alongside her pinned-down body. And then I laid my hands atop her head and braced my elbows against the mattress while draping my chest down atop her back so that I smothered her head-to-toe with my heaving bulk.

“Uuuunnnngggghhhh…” Personal Slut moaned beneath my weight, her asshole completely skewered by my big dick.

“Soooo fucking hotttt…” Belle groaned while seated back against the headboard, completely bottomless with one hand stirring her own honeypot.

My impish pixie had been quick to come upstairs and enter my bedroom as soon as the door had stopped banging. Indeed, she’d cracked the door open and peeked inside so quickly that I had to assume she’d been waiting in the hallway right outside, listening to me skullfuck Holly the whole time. But she hadn’t attempted to join in at all and turn this after-Finals coupling into a threesome, and I didn’t notice her entrance at all, occupied as I was with my face in Holly’s crotch.

As I said, Holly yanked on my hair to get me to bury my big dick into her tight teenage twat. I pinned her wrists to the mattress and folded her in half beneath my chest to really pound the hell outta her. She crossed her legs behind my neck, howling up a storm. And it was only after Master hammered Personal Slut to a screaming orgasm that Belle got up out of the armchair and moved up onto the bed to get a better view, surprising the hell outta me.

I reflexively started apologizing to Holly for the intrusion, but the silver-hair girl laughed it off and informed me that she’d noticed Belle come in right away. So that’s when Master ordered Personal Slut to climb aboard cowgirl style and do a little striptease of the rest of her clothing so that both Master and his “little sister” could enjoy the rest of the act.

Personal Slut ended up naked and twirling her bra around an upraised finger like it was a lasso while she athletically rode the bucking bronco beneath her. Master mauled her tits with his meaty paws and then pulled her down so he could suckle at her perky pink teats. And after she humped herself to another stress-relieving screaming orgasm, the sexy silver-haired siren crooned, “Will Master please pin Personal Slut face-down on his bed and cornhole the hell outta her? Please?”

What the fuck do you think I said?

So that’s how we got Holly’s heinie hole slickened up and I started by prone-boning Personal Slut’s pussy first for fresh lubrication before sliding my swollen shaft out of her soaking-wet snatch, shifting an inch higher, re-centering on her slickened sphincter, and then shoving my way through her suddenly stretched anal chute.

“FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!”

“Uuuunnnngggghhhh…”

“Soooo fucking hotttt…”

And now you’re caught up.

I kept my chest down on Holly’s back while holding her head with both hands beneath my chin. With my knees braced on the mattress and my legs as cantilevers, I crunched my abs to repeatedly drill my dick through Holly’s derrière, grunting from the effort of fighting through her constricted colon’s friction while she groaned and shivered beneath me. But as time went on her anal chute started to stretch out and relax. And after several minutes, I was able to steadily pump my prick through Personal Slut’s posterior at a pleasant pace.

“I call ‘next’,” Alice announced from one of the armchairs behind me.

“Get in line, bitch,” Eva cracked from the armchair beside her. “I already called ‘next’ the minute I walked through the door.”

“You’ve been able to get Matty-dick any fucking time you wanted all semester,” Alice complained. “The NBGs should get priority service.”

“You don’t get to pull the ‘priority service’ trump card ad nauseum,” Eva shot back. “I already gave you ‘priority service’ last night.”

“But I didn’t get fucked in the ass yet, so I’m calling ‘priority service’ on my ass.”

“Priority service on your ass?” Eva muttered derisively. “I have to fly back to Kaua’i tomorrow, so I’ll tell you where you can shove your ‘priority service’…”

Did I not mention Alice or Eva?

Because UCLA was on a quarter academic system instead of semester, Alice had actually wrapped up her Final Exams last Friday and then flown back home over the weekend. She’d spent the first few days of her winter break with her family and refrained from coming up to visit us in order to let us finish our own Finals. But she’d come over last night to get laid and catch up with her friends and then get laid again. “Priority service” was definitely a term that came up once or twice (or a half-dozen times, but who’s counting?).

Belle, Alice, and Eva had all been downstairs in the living room with me when Holly had arrived and then promptly dragged me upstairs to get skullfucked against my bedroom door. And since Belle had already come inside to watch the rest of the action, Alice and Eva had been quick to come spectate as well, although neither had stripped off any clothing like Belle.

“Ohhh… gaaaaawwwwwwdddd… Maaaattttyyyy…” Holly groaned as I shifted my arms out, dug my toes into the mattress, and raised my chest off of her back so that I could take deeper lunges into the depths of her bowels. “Fuck!… Fuck!… Fuck!…”

“Hngh!… Hngh!… Hngh!…” I grunted from the effort of plowing her posterior.

“Fuck!… Fuck!… Fuck!…”

“Hngh!… Hngh!… Hngh!…”

“Fuck!… Fuck!… OH HOLY FUCK!!!…”

I stopped my anal drilling at Holly’s unexpected yelp, and a faint buzzing sound from below me caught my attention. Glancing over my shoulder, I stiffened in surprise to find Alice standing next to the bed right next to me, with one arm disappearing down behind my butt and between my legs. But then I realized that her arm was pumping back and forth ever so slightly with the buzzing sound shifting in pitch and volume, and I realized that the mischievous Korean girl was pumping a vibrating dildo in and out of Holly’s pussy.

“You remember BOB, don’t you?” Alice quipped to Holly, her attention downwards at the silver-haired girl’s face.

“Fuckity-fuck!” Holly whimpered.

“Actually, wouldn’t he be ‘BOB 2.0’?” Belle suggested.

Eva and Alice both started cackling.

“Hey Matty, roll over onto your back,” Alice instructed. “And bring her with you so I can eat her out at the same time. We’re gonna make Holly blow her frikkin’ head off!”

I chuckled and raised my fist to my best friend.

“Boom,” Alice declared, bumping my knuckles.

I then snaked one forearm beneath the silver-haired girl’s midsection and the other beneath her thighs to pin our two bodies together before violently heaving myself over. In hindsight, I very well could’ve broken my bone or something doing such a maneuver. But somebody up there must like me because I managed to flop onto my back without incident and still kept my big dick shoved up Holly’s butt.

“Oh, fuckity-FUCK!” Holly squealed when Alice re-inserted the buzzing BOB back into her hoo-ha and also dropped down face-first to start licking her clit.

Alice also pushed Holly’s legs up and back, and I took over by hooking my forearms beneath her knees to really open her up in a full nelson position, leaving her vulnerable to Alice’s oral assault. Planting my heels flat, I then started driving my dick up, lancing the poor girl’s asshole over and over and over again.

“Ohmigawd… Ohmigawd… I can’t take it…” Holly started crying, tears running down her cheeks to splatter down on my chest. She whimpered and shivered and started lolling her head side-to-side so that I actually had to shift her body a bit onto my shoulder so that she didn’t bonk the back of her skull against my chin. “I can’t take it… I can’t take it…”

“She can take it,” Eva drawled knowingly, and unexpectedly close. I glanced over to find that she’d scooted over to the mattress to sit next to us and started fondling Holly’s upright breasts. I yanked Holly’s leg a little further to the side to give Eva more room.

“I can’t take it… I can’t take it… It’s too much,” Holly whined. “Holy FUCK, Alice! That vibrator! It’s making me cream so much! And your tongue… Oh shit! Just like that… Fuck! Just like that. Fuck-fuck-fuck!”

“Fuck that ass…” Belle breathed, her voice a near-whisper with a decidedly raspy growl. “Fuck that ass…”

“Oh my ass! It hurts so much! It hurts so bad!” Holly cried.

“Hurts so good,” Eva moaned before getting up onto her knees and bending over to take a swirling lick around Holly’s nearest nipple. And then she bared her teeth and playfully bit down onto the girl’s pale flesh.

“I can’t… I can’t…” Holly whimpered, still crying so much that I felt the hot splashes of her tears landing on my chest. But she kept undulating her body to meet my dick’s thrusts up her ass and squirmed against both Alice’s lips and the pumping vibrator. “I can’t hold it… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… Ohmigawd, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum, Holly, cum,” Eva crooned, picking her head up to smile down at the silver-haired girl before glancing at me and winking mischievously. And then she ducked her head back down to resume nursing at Holly’s nipple.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-- MMPH!” Holly’s last whimpers abruptly cut off as Eva grabbed the girl’s head and sealed their mouths together.

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!” I grunted, spurred on to thrust with even greater force at the sight of the beautiful babes locking lips right in front of my face.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Alice moaned as she bore down on Holly’s clit.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I’M CUMMING TOOOOOOO!!!” Belle squealed, adding to the riotous cacophony.

And then Holly came.

She blew her frikkin’ head off.

Metaphorically, of course.

And so did I.

The comely coed’s convulsing colon clamped tight around my questing cock, milking out my creamy cum. I thrust upwards three final times, holding the last lunge with my ass in the air and my abs and thighs quivering while erupting great gouts of lava that packed my Personal Slut’s bowels full of scalding spooge.

She screamed into Eva’s kiss before tearing her face away and screaming again. Belle’s howl of orgasmic ecstasy joined hers, and it actually took me a second to realize I was bellowing as well.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!” Holly wailed.

“FUUUUUCKKK!!!” Belle shrieked.

“UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!” I roared.

And then I collapsed.

My heels lost their purchase on the mattress and slid out to the sides, my legs abruptly straightening. My arms flopped down, losing their grip on Holly’s legs. Holly’s left leg dropped to the bed, just barely missing Alice, but the right one got hooked over Eva’s shoulder. And Alice merely sat back on her haunches, the entire lower half of her face drenched with pussy juice.

BOB continued vibrating.

“I can’t… I can’t… Too much…” Holly wheezed.

“Oh, my bad,” Alice muttered before yanking out the dildo and switching it off.

And then there was nothing left but the silence of five college freshmen panting in the aftermath of an incredible afternoon encounter.

“I call ‘next’,” Belle gasped, rather weakly raising her hand.

“Get in line, bitch,” Eva growled, rapidly yanking off her clothes before turning her gaze to Alice. “And screw ‘priority service’, Alice. I’m going next. But if you want, you can do the honors of sucking Matty hard to get him ready for me while Belle slurps out Holly’s anal creampie.”

“Works for me.” Alice grinned.

“And then you’re doing me with that thing too,” Eva ordered, gesturing at BOB. “The batteries had better not give out.”

Alice chuckled and held BOB aloft. “Even if he does, we can see how many fingers I can fit in your vajayjay.”

Eva thought about that and then grinned. “Challenge: Accepted.”

****

As darkness fell, I was alone outside on the patio while grilling up dinner. Finals were over and while two of the OG BTC had come to visit, we’d also invited a few Berkeley friends to join us at the house for one last get-together before splitting up for winter break. Eva brought Lily over from Mrs. Morris’s house; the Hawaiian girls would be flying back to the islands tomorrow. Belle talked Isabela and Luna into joining us for the evening; the Honduran girls would be driving home tomorrow. Naimh had also gone over to Skylar’s apartment, refusing to leave until the English girl agreed to come relax for one night with the rest of us while promising we weren’t going to start up an orgy or anything. Naimh, Belle, and Sam would all also be returning to their parents’ houses – plus of course Alice and Holly would be heading home as well.

The N64 was running Mario Party. We opened several bottles of wine, made some sangria, and blended strawberry daiquiris. Belle plugged her computer into the sound system to run her favorite playlist of pop songs. And the eleven of us mingled in various combinations chatting, meeting new people, giving backrubs, and asking old friends about their winter break plans.

It was a cold evening, and the girls were inside where it was warm while their slave boy Matty made them food. But I didn’t remain alone for long.

Only two minutes after I’d set the Korean short ribs, salmon, and veggie skewers onto the grill, I heard the back door open and the voices of excited teenaged girls chattering about whatever popped into their pretty little heads filled the air for a few moments, but a moment after that, the door shut and the sounds faded. I heard footsteps and glanced back to see a small figure almost completely hidden beneath a blanket that had been wrapped over the top of her head in addition to around her body. Based on her short stature alone I knew it could only be either Belle or Lily, and I assumed it must be Belle.

“Hey, B,” I greeted. “Coming to get a breath of fresh air?”

“A little too fresh.” My impish pixie quickly interposed herself between me and the warm grill and then plopped down into my lap in the same way she’d done dozens of times back home. “You should already know I’m venturing out here into the far reaches of the Siberian wasteland to get a-- mmph!”

I let my lips linger on hers for several seconds after we kissed. And it was only after pulling apart to take a deep breath that I finished for her, “To come get a kiss.”

Belle beamed again before leaning in for seconds.

After we separated again, I nodded in the general direction of the door and asked, “What’s going on in there?”

She shrugged. “Same things that were going on when you left. Alice and Eva are still playing videogames, but Isabela stopped playing with them. She’s asking Skylar about upper-division Engineering classes now. Neevie and Sam are planning the Mammoth trip. Luna and Holly are asking Lily questions about Hawaii.”

I smiled at so many names being listed off. “If only Mari and Zofi could’ve joined us.”

“We’d have had a pretty impressive BTC 2.0 roster,” Belle agreed. “Just like I’d planned back in high school: a bunch of nymphomaniac three-hole sluts with big boobies that’d pledge allegiance to your Altar of Towering Manhood and let me slurp out your creampies. Can you imagine twelve of us girls taking you on all at the same time?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Four of you alone wiped me out this afternoon. Twelve of you would’ve killed me.”

“But what a way to go…”

“You’re just imagining you’d get to slurp creampies out of eleven other girls back-to-back-to-back.”

“Well if you could manage making eleven creampies back-to-back…” Belle teased. “Matty’s Little Cumslut IS insatiable.”

“But Matty himself has limits. I’m not a Sex God. I’m only human.”

Belle grinned and nuzzled her nose against mine. “You’re Sex God enough for me.”

Stroking her spine, I took a deep breath and gave my baby Belle a serious look. “Do you really mean that?”

She blinked and then frowned at the somber look on my face. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath and collected myself. “Am I really Sex God enough for you? I didn’t want to bring this up over the last few days because we all still had Finals to worry about, but now that those are over, I want to make sure you and I are on the same page.”

Belle frowned. “This is because you had those heart-to-heart talks with Neevie and Sam about stating the uncomfortable truths instead of hiding behind little white lies to make each other feel better.”

I nodded.

She sighed. “Do we have to do this now?”

I shook my head. “Not immediately, no.”

“I’m tired. We just got through Finals. Can’t we back-burner the heavy conversations until AFTER the big BTC reunion night?”

“We can. I’ve got food to grill and there are nine girls inside for you to keep socializing with. But I don’t want us to sweep this discussion under the rug forever, that’s all.”

“We won’t. I promise.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“It’s not like I have any truths you don’t know about to reveal anyway.” Belle shook her head and sighed. “I’ve never been shy about telling you my real feelings. I’ve never tried to hide behind little white lies to spare your feelings. What you see is what you get. I’m your horny ‘little sister’ Annabelle: warts and all.”

“And I’m your protective ‘big brother’ Matty: I’ll love you forever.”

She made a face. “But is that really all you’ll ever be to me? A protective ‘big brother’?”

I arched an eyebrow. “You were the one who called yourself my ‘little sister’ first.”

Belle waggled her head. “I get a kinky little thrill at the idea of being a sexpot ‘little sister’ seducing her ‘big brother’, sure, but that’s not the role I want for the rest of my life.”

“You want to be my wife,” I stated quietly. “You want the Hallmark nuclear family with me. You want to make Thanksgiving dinner together while our kids are watching the Star Wars marathon. You want to have long bedtime conversations with your head pillowed on my shoulder before you fall asleep mid-sentence when we’re gray and old doting grandparents.”

Belle blinked and stared up at me. “See? We don’t need to have any ‘truth’ conversations. You already know what my heart wants.”

I sighed and nodded.

“And you don’t want to think about those kinds of futures because every time you close your eyes and try to imagine what your life will be like, the woman standing next to you keeps changing identities.”

I knitted my eyebrows together and shook my head. “Actually, whenever I think about the future I imagine ALL of you in the house with me. Call me greedy or call me insane, but when I sit back here and think about all those girls in the house right now, the one thing I’d want most in the world would be to keep ALL of them with me until the end of time.”

“Gotta catch ‘em all.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Skylar said the same thing, but girls aren’t Pokémon.”

Belle waggled her head. “But aren’t they? I heard more truth in your voice when you said you’d want to keep ALL of the girls than when you said they aren’t Pokémon. ‘Good Neevie’ wants to prioritize The BTC ahead of herself and ‘Good Matty’ wants to be the supportive boyfriend looking out for his girls’ best interests first, but deep-down you’re both just as selfish as the rest of us.”

“‘Good Neevie’ and ‘Good Matty’? You’ve been talking to Neevie.”

“We’re BTC. Of course I’ve been talking to Neevie.”

I arched an eyebrow. “And is that what you tell yourself to justify your own selfishness? That deep-down we’re all just as bad as you?”

Belle shrugged. “I don’t happen to think it’s a negative to look out for one’s self-interest. I can’t expect anyone else to look out for my best interests – not even you.”

I frowned. “You know I’m always thinking of your best interests.”

“I know that when you stop and mentally rank who you could most imagine being your lawfully wedded wife, I’m third in line. So tell me again about expecting you to look out for my best interests, ‘big brother’?”

I pursed my lips. “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have a first-in-line or a second-in-line or a third-in-line?”

“You can say it as many times as you like. I’m not gonna start believing you today. Especially not after everything you said to Neevie about your roots being intertwined for all eternity.”

“I want our roots to be intertwined for all eternity,” I insisted.

“Yes, but you ALSO want Sam’s roots to be intertwined with yours for all eternity! And Eva’s!”

“And Alice’s and Holly’s and Mari’s and Zofi’s and every other girl in The BTC. Am I being greedy? Yes, absolutely. I’ll proudly admit that.”

“Still insisting that girls aren’t Pokémon?”

“I’m not gonna marry all of you. Shit, at the moment I can’t even imagine marrying ONE of you. There’s no first-in-line, no second-in-line, and no third-in-line because I DON’T WANT TO EVER GET MARRIED.”

Belle looked quite taken aback. “Wait, what?”

I felt like a balloon that had just sprung a leak, and all the energy inside of me started rapidly seeping away. I visibly deflated, and Belle’s expression shifted from one of shock and disappointment to one of almost maternal concern as she frowned and reached up to hold my cheek.

Pursing my lips, I shook my head slowly and then repeated in a weary tone, “I don’t want to ever get married.”

“That’s not true,” she muttered in disbelief.

I sighed and repeated one more time. “I don’t want to ever get married. To anyone.”

“But… What about our dreams? What about Neevie’s dreams? Or Sam’s?”

“Well for one thing, you’re stating a very good reason why I can’t marry any of you. To choose a wife is to reject the other two. I can’t do that. I can’t imagine doing that. You girls aren’t Pokémon and I don’t feel any particular need to catch ‘em all; but to hold on to the ones I have? Yes. That. I need you in my life for the rest of my life. I wasn’t lying when I said you’re the single most important person in my life – you ARE. You’re my Annabelle. I’ve loved you since I first conceptualized the concept of love. You’re the closest thing I have to family, and you’ve always been the single most important person in my life.”

Belle’s eyes narrowed. “I smell a ‘but’ coming…”

“But I LOVE Neevie – you know I do. I love Sam. You’re ALL my favorites. The three of you are my girlfriends for a reason, and I can’t imagine rejecting ANY of you. Not by choice.”

Belle’s eyebrows furrowed as she studied me. “Not by choice,” she repeated back to me. “But if one of us chose to leave you? The way Lily did?”

I pursed my lips and looked away. But it only took a moment’s thought before I started shaking my head. “Lily was a different situation. She was my girlfriend, yes, but we weren’t at that level yet. Letting her walk away hurt, but she didn’t break my heart.”

“The way me or Neevie or Sam walking away would break your heart?”

I sighed. “‘Good Matty’ would understand that if walking away ever became what’s best for one of you, I should let you go. It’s like Mari said: if you ever found someone else who could give you the ultimate happiness that you truly deserve – who could love you better than I could – then letting you go would be the right thing to do.”

Belle’s eyebrows arched. “And ‘Selfish Matty’?”

“‘Selfish Matty’ wants to lock up all three of you and never let another man touch any of you for the rest of your lives.”

“I think I like ‘Selfish Matty’ better.”

“Are you sure?” I eyed Belle carefully. “Maybe ‘Good Matty’ would let Neevie and Sam each go find a husband who would give her his undivided attention, and he’d stay forever with you.”

“While ‘Selfish Matty’ would keep Neevie and Sam around as tall, gorgeous, big-titted queens I’ll never be able to compete with,” Belle sighed with a scowl.

“Whereas I’m sure ‘Selfish Belle’ would rather ‘Good Matty’ kick out her best friends to eliminate the competition.”

“You’re being kind terming her ‘Selfish Belle’ instead of just plain ‘Belle’.” My impish pixie gave me an impish grin. “But the truth is: No, I’m not so eager to kick out my best friends. They’re my best friends. Will I ever be as tall as them? No. Will I ever be able to take your big dick up my ass without lube? Well… maybe someday, with enough practice.”

“B…”

“Does the fact that I’ll never physically measure up to my best friends mean that I think my life will somehow be made better by removing them from it? Hell no. I LIKE having friends in my life. I LOVE knowing that a very special group of girls is in that living room on the other side of that wall.” Belle pointed for emphasis. “I’ve never made secret my need to stay in your life no matter what, and yeah, there’s some part of me that would burn down The BTC if I had to in order to ensure we stayed together. But ‘Selfish Belle’ is a lot like ‘Selfish Matty’, actually. I need to be with you, but I WANT my friends with us as well. I don’t want Neevie or Sam finding other husbands who would give them their ultimate happiness. I want them staying with US.”

I arched an eyebrow. “You really mean that?”

“BTC 2.0. Big-titted nymphomaniacs with a thing for letting me slurp out your creampies. That’s my Happily Ever After right there. That’s OUR Happily Ever After right there, ‘Selfish Matty’. That’s the dream.”

“I thought the dream was to make Thanksgiving dinners together while our kids watched the Star Wars marathon.”

Belle waggled her head. “And then after we put the kids to bed, go upstairs with our big-titted nymphomaniacs to have a Thanksgiving orgy and then slurp your creampies outta their sodden holes.”

I chuckled and shook my head. Matty’s Little Cumslut’s voyeurism and hound-dogging for creampies was a running hyperbolic joke at this point, but I knew that deep-down Belle really did love being part of The BTC and having this special group of friends for reasons that went far beyond the sexual.

And yet…

“But you still wanna marry me,” I stated seriously. “You want our friends with us, true enough, but you still want to be my lawfully wedded wife. And it hurts your heart to believe that I’m not ready to drop to one knee and propose to you right this second.”

Belle shook her head and waved me off. “We’re college freshmen who haven’t even been officially dating for a year yet. I’m not surprised or disappointed that you’re not ready to drop to one knee for me or for anyone else.”

“I mean it, B,” I continued quietly. “I don’t want to ever get married. To anyone.”

“Because you feel like choosing one of us would be rejecting the others. I get it.”

I shook my head like she didn’t understand, because… well… she didn’t. “Even if there was only one of you, I don’t… I wouldn’t want…” Uncertain of how I wanted to finish that sentence, I let my voice trail off and took a deep breath, trying to formulate the words.

But Belle took hold of my cheeks and turned my face to hers. She stared straight at me, searching my eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Belle peered through them as if she could read words that were written within.

Maybe she could.

Because a few seconds later, she sat up straight as if she’d read something within that had answered her unspoken questions.

“It’s not that you don’t want to get married,” she stated with dawning realization. “It’s that you don’t want to get divorced.”

I blinked twice. “What?”

Belle’s eyes narrowed as she leaned forward, peering through my eyes as if there was fine print deeper within that she’d be able to read if only she tried a little harder. And then a moment later, she pulled back and re-focused on my face while moving her hands to hold my shoulders firmly.

“It’s not your fault that your parents got divorced,” Belle told me seriously.

My eyebrows knitted together. “I know that.”

“Just because they couldn’t make it work doesn’t mean you’d be doomed to failure yourself. It’s not like susceptibility to getting divorced is a genetic trait that can be passed on through heredity.”

I rolled my eyes and repeated, “I know that.”

“You think that by never getting married, you’ll never have to run the risk of getting divorced. You’ll never have to worry about feeling that kind of catastrophic failure.”

“To be fair: it’s not the 1900s anymore. People don’t have to get married to live happily committed lives of partnership and family. We wouldn’t have to get married in order to make those Thanksgiving dinners while our kids watch Star Wars.”

Belle peered back into my eyes and then pulled away, scowling. “You don’t want to have kids, either.”

I sighed. “It’s not that I’m opposed to having kids.”

“But you’re afraid of having kids and then having your relationship with the kid’s mom crumble, thereby repeating history and putting your child in a situation like yours of only having one parent.”

I firmly shook my head. “I would never abandon my child. I would never be--” I inhaled sharply and turned to look away before finishing that sentence.

“Would never be like your father?” Belle finished for me.

I exhaled slowly. “I wouldn’t.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Belle agreed with me. “I know you’re the kind of man who would never abandon your child, which is why you should feel reassured that history could never repeat itself.”

“History would certainly never repeat itself if I never HAD kids in the first place.”

“I want children someday, Matty,” Belle stated plainly. “I want you to be the man who gives me my children. Married or not, that’s my dream.”

I sighed and rubbed my face. “I know it is.”

“Fear of repeating your parents’ failed marriage or not, I know YOU want to have a family yourself. You don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m used to it by now.”

“Used to it, maybe. But you don’t WANT to be alone.”

“I’m gonna be alone for Christmas, aren’t I?”

Belle frowned. “You’re coming over to my place for Christmas. You’ve always come over to my place for Christmas.”

“Yeah, because my own Mother didn’t give a shit. I have no precious Christmas memories in my house. And fuck, now I don’t even have the fucking house!”

“Matty…”

“And even if I’m coming over for Christmas Day, where am I gonna be on Christmas Eve? Where am I gonna be tomorrow night? Here. In this big empty house. Alone. While the rest of you all drive off or fly off to your homes and your families.”

“Matty…”

“You’re right: I don’t WANT to be alone. I want my harem of big-titted nymphomaniacs for the rest of my life. I don’t want to marry any single one of them because I don’t want any of them to feel rejected or like they’ll never be better than second-best and therefore want to leave me.”

“I will never leave you,” Belle promised.

“I want to believe that. I do. But none of us knows what the future holds.”

“Some things I know for sure.”

“We’re teenagers, B. We think we know everything, but the simple fact of the matter is that we don’t. Marriage? Kids? I know you’ll want kids. Neevie will want kids too. I’m not… opposed to the idea, and I know I’ll do my very best to be the kind of loving and involved father that I never had for myself. But what if I never have to risk creating the kind of situation where one of my baby mamas decided she wanted to leave and force some poor little boy or girl to grow up without having both parents in their life?”

Belle shook her head, and I could see shimmering moisture in her eyes. Her mind was racing, and before I could continue, she suddenly turned back to face me, saying, “Come home with me tomorrow. Stay with me and my dad all through Christmas. Stay with me the whole winter break!”

“B, that’s not the point.”

“I’m serious. You don’t EVER have to be alone.” Belle grimaced. “Fuck! I promised you’d never have to wake up alone for the rest of your life, and I’m not living up to that promise.”

“You don’t have to--”

“I mean it. Come stay with me.”

“Your dad misses you. After being away from you all semester, he deserves some one-on-one time with his little girl.”

“And he’ll get some time,” Belle reasoned. “You can go spend the day playing video games with Alice or go visit Mari or Neevie or Sam or something.”

“Their families deserve to have time with them as well.”

“They won’t need every day between now and Christmas. Just like… rotate around a bit, but you can spend every night in bed with me.”

“Oh, I’m sure your dad will LOVE that.”

“You’re Matty. You’re like a son to him. And you’re the love of my life. He’ll understand.”

“It’s not my home, B.”

“How many times did you say my house felt more like your true home than your own house did?”

“Many times,” I admitted. “But I still didn’t sleep there overnight, and I’m not about to start now.”

“Then I’m not leaving you tomorrow.”

“Be serious.”

“I AM being serious. Either you come with me or I’m staying here. But I do think it makes more sense for you to come with me. There’s nothing for you here.”

I took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.

“You know I’m right.”

I sighed. “You know I don’t want to intrude on your time alone with your dad.”

“You know what I think? I think my dad misses you. And after being away from you all semester, don’t you think he deserves some one-on-one time with the closest thing he’s ever had to a son?”

I snorted and started to chuckle.

“Forever Family, Matty. Forever Family.”

I sighed. “When the hell did Annabelle Kramer start making so much sense?”

“I’ve been making a lot of sense all year!” she protested.

I smiled, tugged my Baby Belle a little closer to me in my lap, and used both arms to hug her. “That you have, B.” I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “That you have.”

“So does that mean you’ll come home with me?”

I took a deep breath. “I’m thinking about it, B. I’m thinking about it.”

****

I really did think about it. But despite my agreement that Belle’s idea for me to come spend winter break with her and her dad instead of remaining in the Berkeley house made a lot of sense, I honestly felt quite reluctant to actually do so. Sure, Mr. K would probably welcome me, even if it meant I’d be sharing a bed with his daughter. It wasn’t like he didn’t know Belle and I were having sex. Instead, -I- was the one who didn’t want to do so.

Throughout all of high school, I’d never spent the night at any of the girls’ houses – not even Belle’s. Why would I need to when I had a big house all to myself for them to come stay with me? Okay, there was that one night I stayed with Zofi after our incredible Audrey Hepburn date, but her parents were out of town. But nobody was going out of town this time, and the idea of spending the night under the same roof as a girl’s parents – even Mr. K – made me feel… weird.

Like, I could totally imagine Belle trying to slip her hand into my pajama pants and me locking up and grabbing her wrist while whispering harshly, ‘Your Dad is in the next room!’

As much as I didn’t particularly want to spend many nights alone in bed without any cuddle partners, I still thought it would be better for me to drive down and visit the girls during the daytime and then return to Berkeley to sleep in my own bed at night. And if one or more of them wanted to come spend the night with me – especially the returning NBGs I hadn’t seen enough of, it would be so much easier and less stressful to have them come visit me in Berkeley rather than try and shack up in Belle’s house with her dad in the next room, you know?

Sam and Alice were both of the opinion that having me spend overnights with Belle would make it more convenient for me to enjoy daytime conjugal visits with the girls while their parents were at work. Naimh and Holly agreed with me that hooking up in their parents’ houses would be weird at best and anxiety-inducing in regard to potentially getting caught.

I was inclined to stick to the original plan of staying in Berkeley, and Sam and Naimh were arguing back and forth over the pros and cons of the situation when Eva abruptly exclaimed, “Well will you look at that…”

Sam, Naimh, and I had been conversing at the dining table with our drinks in front of us, but all three of us turned to look into the living room, and my jaw dropped three feet down like the Genie from Aladdin.

Isabela sat in Skylar’s lap, the lusty, busty Latina babe holding the blonde bombshell’s head in her hands while the pair of gorgeous girls made out hot and heavy with plenty of tongue.

Belle noticed the three of us gawking and smirked. “Raise your hand if you thought Isabela was going to be the first E10 student to wind up kissing the class T.A.”

“I’ll be stuffed…” Sam breathed in shock.

“Stop the lights…” Naimh drawled with a hint of aroused excitement.

“Skylar?!?” I yelped in complete and utter surprise.

The sound of my voice seemed to startle Skylar, because she abruptly jerked her mouth back and turned to stare at me with saucer-sized eyes.

“Aww…” Alice groaned before glaring at me. “Don’t ruin it!”

I blushed and shot the girls an apologetic wince. One moment, Isabela and Skylar had been swapping spit like there was no tomorrow - Izzy happy, horny, and quite aggressive while Skylar was giving back as good as she got while gripping Izzy’s ass tightly in her hands. But now Skylar was looking embarrassed while Isabela leaned in to nuzzle her nose against the blonde’s cheek and murmur little endearments trying to get Skylar to resume their makeout session.

But the English girl’s complexion was as red as a rose, and she muttered an apology. And then it was Isabela’s turn to apologize for being a little too aggressive.

“No, no. It’s fine. Not your fault. I really enjoyed that,” Skylar admitted with a smile to the dark-haired beauty still in her lap.

“Are you even allowed to do that?” Sam asked. “You know: being her T.A. and all.”

“Not really,” Skylar muttered ruefully.

“The semester is technically over, right?” Naimh offered. “You’re not their T.A. anymore.”

Skylar blushed but agreed, “Technically.”

Isabela’s eyes danced as she squirmed in Skylar’s lap. “So does that mean we can continue?”

Skylar bit her lip, looking sorely tempted. But I could sense her reluctance, and while she still tried to work herself up to gracefully turning Isabela down, I spoke up by saying, “Why don’t you give her some space, Izzy. Please?”

Isabela pouted but didn’t argue with me. I think she sensed Skylar’s hesitation as well. I still didn’t know what circumstances had led to her climbing into Skylar’s lap in the first place, but she dismounted the busty blonde and returned to her seat next to Luna on the other couch.

The room went quiet, and an awkward silence started to fall over the room. That’s when Holly piped up, “I think this calls for another round of shots!”

“Works for me!” Eva enthused.

“I think it’s Dance Dance Revolution time,” Sam suggested.

“Drunken DDR? Even better!” Naimh enthused. She threw her hands in the air and screamed, “WOO!!!”

And a chorus of girls joined her. “WOO!!!”

****

Sometime after midnight, the party started to wind down. Nobody had gotten (seriously) hurt playing DDR, we’d finished off the last of the sangria and daiquiris, and Belle’s music playlist was repeating for the third or fourth time.

Everyone was pretty tired. There were empty bottles and half-empty glasses strewn everywhere. And Lily actually nodded off while cuddled up against my side, her head pillowed on my shoulder while I had one arm wrapped around her.

Eva sat sideways in her armchair with a smirk on her face, watching me cuddle Lily. Holly and Isabela had started necking in the kitchen while ostensibly cleaning up. Alice and Sam sat at the dining table shooting the breeze. And Belle and Luna were the only ones still chatting in the living room next to me.

Naimh and Skylar had disappeared, but they returned to the living room together with Naimh immediately coming over to me and tapping my shoulder. “Please talk some sense into her. She’s in no condition to drive home like this.”

Still with one arm around Lily, I glanced up at my Head Girlfriend and then adjusted my gaze to look at Skylar. Her skin was flushed and her eyes a bit glassy. I’d lost count of how many drinks we’d all consumed, including me, but I was dead certain that none of us were in any condition to drive.

“I’ve driven home in worse condition,” Skylar rationalized.

“There’s no need when we have enough beds and couches for everyone,” Naimh insisted.

“I only sleep in my own bed,” Skylar argued. “Period.”

I pursed my lips and gave Skylar a serious look. “I can’t in good conscience let you get behind the wheel. But if you really want to leave, I’ll walk you home.”

Skylar frowned. “It’s after midnight. In Berkeley.”

“Which is why I can’t in good conscience let you walk home alone.”

“It’s cold,” Eva complained.

“You don’t know what cold is.” Skylar’s clipped British accent was severe and condescending as she smirked at the Hawaiian girl. But then her tone softened as she added, “It’s not that bad.”

“Just stay,” Naimh insisted. “Seriously.”

Skylar gestured around the room. “Some of these girls still wanna get laid tonight.”

“Facts,” Alice confirmed.

Skylar smiled. “I’m not gonna clamjam you. But nor do I want to hide out in a bedroom listening to the rest of you have an orgy.”

“Then join in the orgy,” Isabela offered with a teasing grin and a lascivious lick across her lower lip. The Latina babe had come to the kitchen entrance and leaned against the doorway with Holly right behind her.

“I appreciate the invitation, but--”

“C’mon…” Holly invited alluringly. “You’re not their T.A. anymore, right?”

“Holly, please?” I asked. And as both Holly and Isabela sighed regretfully, I turned back to Skylar. “I’ll walk you home, and then tomorrow I’ll drive out and bring you back here so you can collect your car.”

The blonde gave me a reluctant look but took a deep breath, sighed, and nodded. “Fine.”

“I think that’s my cue to wake up Lily and take her home,” Eva noted, pushing herself up off the couch and coming over to me.

I took a deep breath and sat up straight while gently cradling my sleeping ku’uipo against my side. She stirred and snorted a bit before slowly blinking open her eyelids. And when Lily drowsily looked up at me, I rubbed her shoulder and murmured softly, “Time to head home.”

“Party’s over?” Lily asked groggily.

“For now. We’ll do this again. You’re welcome anytime.”

Lily smiled up at me, and before either of us realized what she was doing, she tilted her face to mine and gave me a sweet kiss. I returned the kiss but didn’t press the issue. And it was only after she pulled back that Lily realized what she’d done, and her eyes popped open wide.

“Sorry about that,” the Hawaiian cutie muttered.

I chuckled and gave her a warm smile. “Nothing to apologize for.”

In the end, Eva helped Lily up while Skylar collected her bag. The three of them said their goodbyes to the others, and Alice expressed her surprise that Eva wasn’t spending the night.

“I don’t live here, and more ‘priority service’ for the rest of you,” Eva replied with a smile. “I’ll see you for the Mammoth trip.”

“Looking forward to it!” Alice enthused.

Eva, Lily, Skylar, and I then bundled up and left the house. Skylar was a touch wobbly on her feet, so I wrapped her around my arm and shoulder for support, feeling much better about not letting her drive home. Lily was likewise a little unsteady on her feet and leaning on Eva for support. The four of us made a quick journey three doors down to Mrs. Morris’s house, and after the two Hawaiian girls went inside, I guided Skylar down the sidewalk towards the school so we could cut across campus on the way to her apartment.

It was a misty night with fog shrouding streetlamps and traffic lights to make them glow with extra color in the darkness. We walked in silence at first, with Skylar still wrapped around my arm. But once we crossed Bancroft Way and stepped foot onto the campus, I glanced over at her and said, “You don’t have to answer this, but how did you and Izzy end up… well…?”

“Snogging?” Even in the dim illumination, I could see Skylar blush in a way that had nothing to do with alcohol as she looked away. At first she didn’t answer me, but a moment later, she shrugged and replied, “I got a bit carried away.”

“Understandable. You’d both been drinking quite a bit.”

“End of the semester. I let my guard down a bit. She’s incredibly flirtatious…” Skylar’s eyes unfocused, with the hint of a smile on her face. I noted that her accent was getting thicker as well, the way Naimh’s did sometimes. Skylar didn’t say anything further for several long seconds. But eventually she glanced back at me, repeating, “I got a bit carried away.”

“Do you regret kissing her?”

Skylar waggled her head. “Not really, I suppose. ‘No harm, no foul.’ That’s the phrase, right?”

“That’s the phrase,” I confirmed. “And like I said: it’s understandable. It’s been a pretty intense semester, and I know it must’ve felt good to unwind for a bit. The whole party, I mean. Not just the… snogging.”

“I did feel good. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Neevie invited you.”

“You both invited me. Neevie was just more persistent about not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

“True.”

“I was surprised you invited me to such an intimate gathering. You told me it was only going to be a few close friends, but I didn’t realize just how few.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Surprised that we don’t have that many close friends?”

“Surprised that you count me amongst so very few.” Skylar shrugged.

“Of course you’re one of my closest friends. Of course,” I insisted.

Skylar smiled and hugged herself around my arm a little closer. And with a rather rueful sigh, she muttered, “And you’re one of my closest friends, Matty. Probably the closest, actually, which is a little weird when I stop to think about it.”

I rubbed her forearm. “Why so weird? Because I’m a dude?”

“Because you’re my student. I’m not supposed to… fraternize… with students.”

“Not your student anymore. Technically.”

“But our friendship certainly formed while you were my student.”

“I can’t argue with that. But seriously? Your closest friend?” I arched an eyebrow. “There aren’t any others? What about your old classmates like Aisha?”

“Aisha and everyone else got jobs and moved on with their lives. I can’t claim to be close friends with my professors. I don’t spend much time with other grad students. Too much of my life is taken up stressing out over all the things I have to do without enough time to do them. But I carved out a few hours here and there to relax and just talk to you and Neevie. I got to listen to all your crazy stories about freshman foibles and romantic dramas. I got to live vicariously through you. Those moments were precious to me. The two of you coming by to have lunch with me Mondays and Wednesdays – and you coming by yourself to have lunch Tuesdays and Thursdays – became the highlights of my week.”

I smiled. “I considered them highlights as well.”

“Pssht. Sitting down at my dining table talking to a girl with all of her clothes on surely can’t compare to bedding down with your Big Tits Club babes every evening.”

“Well, apples and oranges,” I reasoned. “I still very much looked forward to talking to you four days a week. Like you said: you knew enough about what was going on in my social life without being quite so involved in my social life. You became my confidante, and I really appreciated it. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I rubbed her forearm again. “And I’d still like to return the favor. You listened to all my problems all semester, giving me advice and helping me out. I honestly feel like I haven’t done enough of that for you.”

Skylar waved me off. “Old ladies like me don’t confide in young men like you.”

“Age is just a number.”

“Doesn’t matter. Advice isn’t what I really want from you anyways.”

“Then what is?”

“Your big dick. Shit, did I just say that out loud?”

I’d already started chuckling and stroked her forearm again. “Losing that brain/mouth filter again?”

She sighed. “Something like that. It really HAS been an eternity since I last got laid.”

“Well now’s your chance.”

“Are you propositioning me?”

“What? Shit, no. I didn’t mean it that way,” I fumbled with a grimace before straightening my spine and forcing my sluggish brain to work. “I meant that the semester is over and it’s winter break so you don’t have to T.A. anymore and you don’t have to study for your own classes.”

“I still have contract work to finish.”

“Still. Surely you can find time to find a handsome stud who can give you some no-strings-attached stress relief over the next three weeks.”

Skylar rolled her eyes. “The last thing I want is a one-night stand. I told you already: I’m not the kind of girl who can hook up with just anyone. I need an emotional connection with the guy.”

“Well, you’ve got three weeks to build an emotional connection with someone.”

“Or I could finally take home a handsome young man with whom I already have an emotional connection and who apparently already has a green light from his many girlfriends to - what was it the girls called it? – give me some ‘priority service’?”

I blinked and glanced down at her. “Are you propositioning me?”

“Yes… I mean ‘no’. I mean… fuck.”

“24-year-old woman doesn’t know what she really wants. News at eleven.”

“I’m really sorry for giving you so many mixed signals.”

“It’s alright. I’m used to it.”

“You’re a really good friend, Matty. A really good friend.” Skylar looked up at me with a heartbreaking smile, and good lord was I such a sucker for a girl with an accent. Her smile widened as she continued, “I’m very happy I’ve been able to trust you – and to trust myself around you – to enjoy spending time together without worrying that we might get carried away.”

“I’m very glad you trust me, and I would never break that trust.”

“I know you wouldn’t. That’s why it’s so important that we stay friends. I’d hate myself for doing anything to jeopardize our friendship.”

“I understand.”

“And the truth is: you’re not my type anyways.”

“Tall, good-looking, and with a really big dick?”

Skylar snorted and shook her head, sighing wistfully. “Thank you for proving my point about maturity. I really DO prefer older men.”

“Should I dye my hair gray so you can fantasize I’m an older man?”

Skylar cracked a laugh. “What?”

“Ooh, I know. I’ll borrow Belle’s dad’s surgeon scrubs with his nametag on it and you can call me ‘Mr. K.’”

“Matty!” Skylar abruptly shoved me away while I was cackling gleefully.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I muttered while not feeling particularly apologetic. I wiped the few tears from my eyes and grabbed onto Skylar’s arms, pulling them back around my elbow. “Seems like I lost some of my brain/mouth filter from all the alcohol myself.”

“You and me both.”

“Does that mean I can ask you questions you wouldn’t otherwise answer while sober and you’ll actually answer them?”

Skylar shrugged. “Probably.”

Leaning over, I waggled my eyebrows and asked, “Are you sexually attracted to Isabela?”

“Obviously.” She blushed again. “But I honestly don’t have any emotional connection with her and would never have let her continue.”

I raised both eyebrows and asked seriously, “Are you sexually attracted to me?”

Skylar rolled her eyes. “You already know the answer to that one.”

I grinned and reached down to pat her forearm where she was still hanging onto my elbow. “Perhaps. Still, it would be a nice ego boost to hear you say it out loud.”

“You’re a very handsome man, Matty,” she stated warmly and sincerely. “You’re sexy and charming and yes, I’ve fantasized about peeling your clothes off and finding out for myself if you really do have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

I grinned again.

“Just like I already know you’re attracted to me and have fantasized about peeling MY clothes off and doing unspeakable things to my poor, defenseless body,” she continued.

“Obviously. You know you’re gorgeous, Skylar.”

“It’s still a nice ego boost to hear you say it out loud.”

“You’re gorgeous, Skylar,” I repeated. And then I took on a faux French accent and enunciated, “Gorgeois…”

She tittered cutely and then leaned in close to peck my cheek. I found myself flushing more than I thought I would for such a simple kiss. And my heartbeat quickened when her lips lingered close enough to my ear to feel the heat of her breath.

“Did you enjoy the show Wednesday afternoon?” she intoned in a low voice lush with thick arousal.

I shivered when she licked my ear.

Now it was my turn to blush and look away. I knew the “show” she was talking about. Neither of us had spoken about me peering through the crack to watch her masturbate in the shower, but she certainly knew I’d closed the door. And I was dead certain that the guilt was written all over my face when she’d come outside after.

Still, she hadn’t wanted to talk about it.

Not until now.

“It was quite… stimulating,” I muttered beneath my breath.

“Why’d you close the door?” she whined. “I wasn’t finished yet.”

“The mirror fogged up-- I mean, uh… It was the right thing to do.”

Skylar snickered.

“Did you want me to stay and watch?” I couldn’t tell whether my voice sounded hopeful or anxious.

“I wouldn’t have left the door open if I didn’t want you to watch.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath trying to calm myself. We kept walking, and she kept herself hugged up close to me. “I was asleep,” I stated reasonably. “What if I’d just slept through the whole shower?”

“Then you would’ve never known what you’d missed. I still got super-hot and bothered imagining you’d come to peek. When you closed the door and I realized you HAD woken up and come to peek, it made me cum soooo hard.”

And then she licked my ear again.

My chest was heaving up and down a bit as I struggled to breathe. Skylar’s erotic arousal was quite evident, and I was pretty turned on as well. Yet I wasn’t so drunk as to forget that we had both consumed a lot of alcohol tonight. And I couldn’t be sure that the things Skylar was saying – or the decisions she was apparently making – wouldn’t be things she’d ultimately regret in the morning.

“Skylar…” I began cautiously, with a tone of warning in my voice.

“Finals are done. Grades have already been turned in. I’m not your T.A. anymore, Matty. There are no more rules saying you and I can’t be together anymore.”

“You said you trusted me to not let us get carried away.”

“I also know that if I really ever chose to let us continue, you’d rise to the occasion and do whatever you could to satisfy me. That IS what Neevie promised.” Skylar’s hand slid down over my bulge. “Is this rising?”

I swallowed thickly, and that wasn’t the only thing that felt thick. “Is that what you really want?”

In lieu of a verbal answer, Skylar grabbed my head and turned to face me, arresting our forward momentum. Her leg went up around my hip. She tugged our bodies close together.

And then for the very first time, Skylar’s lips crashed fiercely into mine.

Lightning flashed.

Thunder crashed.

Or maybe that was all just in my head.

My senses were immediately filled and then abruptly overwhelmed with a kaleidoscope of inputs. The smell of her. The taste of her. The sight of her stormy blue eyes. The sound of her erotic moan. The touch of her mouth pressed hard against mine.

The passion of her raw, naked lust.

Her arms circled around my neck and shoulders, she inhaled sharply, and after breaking our liplock for just a second, she pivoted her head the other way and attacked my mouth with fresh fervor.

I reacted on instinct, kissing back with equal passion. My mind raced around and around in circles without actually delivering a single coherent thought. I got carried along with Skylar’s zealous ardor, completely lost within the hurricane of her enthusiasm.

Which was why it came as such a surprise when she suddenly pulled back. One moment, my busty blonde bombshell ex-T.A. gripped me like she would never let me go, pouring passionate fury through her mouth into mine.

The next moment, I was left gasping and breathless while my busty blonde bombshell ex-T.A. stared at me with stormy blue eyes, only inches away.

“I don’t want to go back to my lonely apartment and masturbate in the shower to thoughts of your big dick filling me up deep inside anymore. I don’t want to leave you any more implicit invitations you’re too much of a gentleman to take. So I’ll make this as explicitly clear as I can: Take me home, Matty. Take me home and fuck my brains out.”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue: https://www.patreon.com/posts/71728519

1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72025149

2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72223456

3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72430053

4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72666527

5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/72902773

6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73108177

7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73327728

8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73537602

9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/73743971