Chapter 31: Valentines

Blinking not just twice, but several times, it took me a moment to find my voice. “Umm ... run that by me again?”

Zofi smiled before reaching up to cup the back of my head and pull me down for a kiss. She then kissed my cheek and whispered into my ear, “We’re not there yet, darling.”

I withdrew, still wide-eyed, and she giggled at my reaction.

Eyes narrowed, I frowned and pursed my lips. “That wasn’t funny.”

Eyebrows raised, Zofi gave me a frank look and stated, “I wasn’t joking.”

“I’m confused.”

Taking a deep breath, Zofi sighed and turned to look away wistfully for a bit. But after another long exhalation, she returned her gaze to me and explained, “Tonight confirmed for me that you’ll be the only man I’ll ever be intimate with for the rest of my life. And whenever I’m ready to have a child, I’d like it to be yours. It would be unthinkable for me to have any man’s DNA in my body other than yours.”

I frowned, her words not quite making sense in my head. The bit about me being the only man she’d ever be intimate with sounded at first like a commitment, but as I broke down the rest of her explanation, the reality dawned on me.

“Waitaminute ... Does that mean...?”

“I’m gay,” Zofi replied, swallowing a bit. I could see on her face how much it had taken her to say that out loud. She’d just officially come out of the closet for the first time to anyone, perhaps even to herself.

I blinked. “I’m a little confused. Here I am thinking that we just had sex and I get to feel pretty proud of the fact that I made your first time really good, but apparently I turned you lesbian.”

“You DID make my first time really good,” she insisted while caressing my cheek. “I loved every minute of it. I loved every minute of everything we did today.”

“I smell a ‘but’ coming...”

She sighed and gave me a rueful look. “I’ve never felt more loved and more beautiful than tonight. You were everything I ever wanted: tender, caring, anticipating my wants, and of course you’re such a handsome man. I enjoyed it all. I never faked any of those orgasms, and you and I WILL do this again as soon as tomorrow morning, or even another round tonight if you’re up for it.”

“I’m still very confused right now, and not particularly horny,” I said seriously. “You’re saying you enjoy sex with me but at the same time you’ve realized you don’t want to have sex with men anymore.”

“What we shared tonight was the perfect storm of everything I’d dreamed sex would be like since I first heard about it in whispered conversations with my friends when we were tweens. You checked every box for me, from the dream date in the city, to the physical pleasure, to the emotional connection I always wanted with a real boyfriend. You met and surpassed all my expectations of what I’ve always believed falling in love with a man would be like.”

I raised my eyebrows, not needing to say it.

“But...” Zofi led, “having finally felt all of that, it made me realize how much I’ve been in denial about my sexuality. I’ve been trying so hard to be ... well ... straight. I mean, it’s been obvious how attracted I am to other girls, but I convinced myself it was just a phase I would grow out of. Then I tried to convince myself I was a voyeur, to explain why I didn’t have the urge to actually have sex with you or any other men. In the end, I thought maybe I’d end up bisexual like Sam and Neevie. But even both of them, while they’ve always enjoyed playing around with other girls, at the end of the day they’re both romantically attracted to men. Specifically, they’re both in love with you. And while I haven’t shared their same level of infatuation with you for all these years, I could appreciate the kind of man you were growing up to be, and I figured I’d eventually develop those same feelings for a man one day down the road when I was ready to settle down and start a family.”

Zofi reached up to caress my cheek. “If ever there was a man who could turn me straight, it would’ve been you. But as special as tonight was, and as much as I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, when I close my eyes and imagine my fantasy lover crawling into bed with me, it’s...”

Her voice trailed off, and Zofi stared across my chest into the distance. I couldn’t help but lead her by asking, “It’s who?”

“Sam,” Zofi confessed with a tear rolling down her cheek. “I think I’ve always been in love with my best friend.”

I took a deep breath and furrowed my eyebrows. “Wait, THAT’S why you said you would go off to Princeton. You’re running away from Sam.”

Glancing up at me, Zofi frowned. “I wouldn’t call it ‘running away’. But ... I can’t spend four years just being her roommate, and who knows what beyond. She’s not gay. We could never have the romantic relationship I want.”

“I see,” I muttered unhelpfully.

Zofi sighed. “Messing around with the girls is just an advanced form of masturbation to her, only done for pure physical pleasure. She’s going to want a boyfriend someday. Now maybe if that boyfriend was you, I could probably live with it. But with all the uncertainty around our futures, not to mention her current resistance to actually dating you, we both know the most likely thing is that Sam will eventually fall in love with some guy at Stanford or at Law School or wherever she ends up getting a job afterward.”

“I suppose.” I took a deep breath and sighed, feeling the same kind of pain in my own heart as Zofi felt in hers at the idea of Sam falling in love with some other guy.

“One day she’ll get married, raise a family, and live a normal life in a way that doesn’t leave room for a lesbian romance. I mean seriously: We both know how driven she is. She wants the big house with the white picket fence, the handsome husband, and the 2.5 kids. She wouldn’t give up that dream to be with me, and even if she would, I could never let her. I love her too much to take that away.”

I nodded and stroked Zofi’s hair. For a long while, both of us were silent, lost in thought.

“Don’t tell her, by the way, that I’m gay or that I’m in love with her, or even the Princeton thing,” Zofi muttered quietly.

“That goes without saying,” I assured her.

“I’ll have to find my own way to tell her.”

I nodded. They were Zofi’s secrets to hold. But while she had explained all of her rationale behind going to college somewhere across the country, one thing remained on my mind. “So ... what about this idea of you having my baby?”

Zofi snorted, and started giggling despite her tears. She wiped them from her cheeks and looked back up at me. “Relax, Matty. I’m not looking to get pregnant anytime soon. Any baby would be many years off into the future, after I’ve graduated and found someone of my own. I do want children, and I already know I wouldn’t want some anonymous sperm donor. So like I said: I would want the child to be yours. I could even move into the area near you so you could be a part of the child’s life if you want.”

I thought about that. “The idea of having you in my life permanently does have great appeal.”

“I’d even let you inseminate me the old-fashioned way.” She rubbed my package, which had started to stiffen up again. “Looks like at least one part of you is already onboard with the plan.”

My mind conjured recent memories of Zofi calling ‘Fill me, darling, fill me!’ and I imagined her doing the same ten years from now, looking every bit as exquisitely gorgeous as today, only without any birth control as I flooded her fertile womb with sperm. And with a chuckle, I replied, “Well I can honestly say it would be no chore to do so.”

“Think you have one more round in you?” Zofi slid down my body, parked herself between my thighs, and took my knob into her sweet mouth while slowly stroking my shaft with her left hand.

I’d already cum twice tonight and felt pretty tired after a long day out. But I groaned and gave in to the sensations. And a minute later when my flagpole had fully resurrected, I grunted in reply, “Looks like.”

Zofi grinned, took one last suck, and then climbed into my lap.

She looked into my eyes with love as my mushroom head notched into position. And then ever so slowly, she sank herself down.

We slept cuddled together all night. She awoke before me, less accustomed to having a bed partner, but just watched me sleep for a while. When I finally did wake up, she kissed me, rubbed my morning wood, sucked my dick for a minute, and then bent over on all fours.

“You made love to me lots last night, darling,” Zofi serenaded while waggling her firm, tight ass at me. “But I’ve never been fucked the way I’ve seen you do to the others. Will you please come hammer the hell out of me?”

“Whatever you wish, mój skarbie,” I replied, happy to comply.

Fifteen minutes later, Zofi screamed her second climax loud enough to wake the neighbors. It turned out she could be a loud and vocal lover when the situation called for it. At the same time, I bellowed and basted her womb with a fresh coat of wriggling sperm.

I’d like to think both of us were imagining the day when I finally impregnated her. At least, I was.

We kissed and wrapped up an unforgettable 26 hours together. I drove back home, feeling happy for the time we had but also quite melancholy that it was over. It felt like I’d gone on a vacation to some tropical island and now had to return back to the regular routines of home.

Of course, I’d forgotten how awesome my regular routine was.

I walked into my bedroom to find it already occupied. Belle was in my bed, having apparently spent the night there even without me in it. She was already awake, buck naked, and masturbating while moaning my name. Her head whipped around at my entrance, and my little pixie literally vaulted herself off the mattress to leap into my arms.

“Do you still have her pussy juice on your cock?” Belle asked rather hungrily, her pale green eyes on fire.

“Uh, yeah,” I replied, still a little bit in shock.

She couldn’t get my pants off fast enough.

Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot Monday morning and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. The first words out of her mouth were, “You’d better have a good reason for not calling your girlfriend this weekend. She is NOT happy.”

“Oh, shit.” I thought back over the past 48 hours. After spending all day Saturday with Zofi, I’d come home to find Belle in my bed Sunday morning. Then Sam had come over for Sunday brunch with Mother and was in a mood to get a royal pounding of her own after merely observing Zofi’s romantic date from afar. Plus, Belle got it in her head that she wanted Sam to demonstrate proper anal sex technique, and my horny little voyeur seriously got off watching me sodomize the busty blonde bombshell, waiting anxiously to slurp out the creampie. Even after Sam left, Matty’s Little Cumslut and I basically hung out at my place all day since Belle’s dad had some emergency at the hospital. Bottom line: the idea of calling Naimh had just sort of slipped my mind. Looking at Alice, I asked, “How do you know?”

Alice shrugged. “I was at her house yesterday up until dinnertime.”

Making a face, I looked at my ‘best friend’ and griped, “You coulda warned me.”

Alice winced. “I was going to. But she explicitly forbade me from warning you, saying it’s the boyfriend’s responsibility to know without being warned, and if you only called her after being told, it wouldn’t count anyway.”

I rolled my eyes and sighed.

Belle checked her watch. “You can make it if you run.”

I nodded and took off. I knew which classroom Naimh had, but it was all the way across campus. Getting there and back to my own first period would be tight. Unfortunately, I got to the front door of her classroom and she was nowhere in sight. I hunted around, wondering if she had gone looking for ME, and checked my watch. The mental deadline I had in my head for getting back to my first period on time came and went while I was hunting around, and I sighed in resignation. I was a senior and could afford a tardy once in a while, so I decided to stick around and be in an obvious place by her classroom, and sure enough, with little more than a minute to spare she appeared within view across the hallway.

“Hey, I’m so sorry,” I said apologetically as I hurried up to her.

My girlfriend sighed and folded her arms across her chest. Her emerald-green eyes narrowed, and she regarded me coolly. “I’m happy Zofi got her special day, but you couldn’t find even one minute to call me?”

“I have no excuses.”

“You know SHE found time to come visit me. Wanted to make clear that as amazing as it was, she respected that I’m your actual girlfriend. Funny how she apparently knows that better than you do.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

Naimh rolled her eyes and shook her head. “She told me about your Breakfast at Tiffany’s/Roman Holiday mash-up. You’ve never done anything that romantic for ME, you know. We haven’t even been on a date since Santa Cruz.”

I winced. “Now that’s not entirely my fault. How do we get you un-grounded nights and weekends?”

She sighed. “We don’t.”

“Well, maybe it’s time we told your parents about us and convinced them to let you out.”

“What? No way. Telling them I have a boyfriend isn’t gonna make them any more likely to let me out on weekends or evenings.”

“Why is that again?”

“It’s a long story and we don’t have time.”

“Well until you explain it that’s the best I’ve got. Meantime, we’re gonna have to make do with afternoons. Valentine’s is almost here, and if an afternoon is all we have together, I’ll make it a special afternoon.”

Naimh blinked. “You promise?”

“I love you, Neevie.”

She softened immediately, but hardened a second later. “If you really did, you wouldn’t have forgotten me this weekend.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

“You’d better.”

The final bell rang, and without pausing to kiss me goodbye or anything, my girlfriend quickly headed through the door into class. By now, the hallways were empty.

With a sigh, I started walking back across campus.

It took almost a week, but Naimh eventually defrosted. I mean, we never stopped having sex (that girl was insatiable), but it wasn’t until Friday that she was back to her usual lovey-dovey self instead of narrowing her eyes and giving me cold looks upon my arrival. It was like she was obligated to hate me for a specific period of time until she was capable of forgiving me.

Alternately, maybe she just enjoyed feeling like she had the upper hand, and the longer she kept me in the doghouse the more I felt obligated to go the extra mile to please her. She certainly got a lot bossier over the next several days while I was quick to leap into action and do whatever small, little thing that had just popped into her brain.

Huh.

In the meantime, my relationships with all of the other girls continued to grow. You remember what I said about the downhill curve of booty call frequency ever since Naimh and I became a couple? Yeah, that trend reversed and started going back upwards.

Zofi was the most obvious change. For someone who proclaimed herself to be a lesbian, she sure wanted to get fucked by a male cock pretty often. She came over the Monday evening after our romantic weekend together, which coincidentally made up for my afternoon with Naimh not being quite as boisterous as usual. Wednesdays had always been Zofi and Sam days, and while I’d already spent quite a bit of time on the bottom of a triangle with those two, now I finally got to have Zofi on the cock-side and Sam on my face. Friday, Zofi became a more active participant in the group fun, and then on Saturday she came to visit as well. Truly, Belle and Zofi together made for a threesome I didn’t get to enjoy nearly enough, and I promised myself to make that pairing happen more often.

Alice continued to mystify me. She showed up on Tuesday afternoon wearing full makeup and a light summer dress despite the cool February weather. Naimh was there too, but for the first hour she didn’t get involved at all except to comment about Alice and how hot she looked in the dress. Meanwhile, the idea of “studying” went out the window after half an hour as the pent-up sexual tension between me and my best friend exploded into first a makeout session and then a whole lot more. I never even took the dress all the way off, just slipping down the shoulder straps to get access to her tits and flipping up the hem to get to her pussy and ass. I did everything short of actually fucking Alice in that wispy dress. In fact, at one point, I was pretty damn sure Alice would not have complained at all if I slammed myself into her, but I was still waiting for explicit permission or some other signal on her part that she was ready to lose her virginity.

Thankfully, watching me and Alice go at it had gotten my horny redhead girlfriend red hot, and she was more than happy to let me ram my throbbing dick into all three of her orifices until we screamed in unholy orgasm. My girlfriend’s idea of angry make-up sex could certainly be a lot of fun.

Saturday morning with Alice was a near repeat, albeit one-on-one. She arrived in spandex workout attire, with a stylish sports bra almost more fashionable than functional, spray-painted leggings that really showed off her athletic legs, demure makeup, and even a high ponytail popped through a cute sports visor. We actually went out to play basketball rather than video games, ended up taking our first shower together afterward, and I wound up humping her buttcheeks beneath the spray until I blasted a load all over her lower back. She almost seemed disappointed I didn’t ram myself into her instead.

Mari couldn’t risk another “sleepover” with Belle, but she was perfectly happy to pick up the slack every other day. We had “study breaks” on both Monday and Thursday, plus the group fun on Friday. She also came to visit me Sunday afternoon, a day when Sam had also come over to visit (mostly to talk with Mother, but also for me). Like Belle and Zofi, having Sam and Mari made for a unique pairing I didn’t get to enjoy nearly enough, especially since it was Mari’s first time really exploring her Sapphic side with someone other than Belle, and I promised myself to get them together more often.

Speaking of Sam, I had apparently become part of her “maintenance routine”, like brushing her teeth or eating three square meals a day. Wednesday afternoons were threesome with Zofi time. Friday afternoons were for the BTC as a group. Normally twice a week was enough to keep her sane, but Sunday morning runs followed by Sunday brunches with Mother followed by Sunday shaggings with Matty (and sometimes Belle) were becoming a welcome relief valve as well.

On top of all that, Belle was confusing the hell out of me. The agreement she had with her dad was to stay with me Friday and Saturday nights. But then she showed up Tuesday night feeling lonely and horny and didn’t leave until morning. And then Thursday night as well. And ... well ... you get the picture.

Don’t get me wrong, I was more than happy to not sleep alone. Belle said she slept better with a belly full of Matty-cum and my warm arms wrapped around her little body. I certainly slept better holding her close as well. Even besides the sex, it was tons of fun to stay up late talking about ... everything. Sometimes she laid her head on my chest, but other times we would just stare at each other from two feet away and on separate pillows, carrying out a conversation while idly stroking each other’s body. It was ... nice.

But I wondered a little where her head was at.

Hell, I wondered a little where MY head was at.

Belle and I had always been close – of that, there was no doubt. But in plain simple fact: Naimh was my official girlfriend, not Belle. That part was quite clear. Alice was my best friend. My buddy. And yet if you asked anybody who I shared my intimacy with ... my secrets, my hopes, my dreams...

... my emotional love...

Well...

Let’s just say things weren’t quite so clear.

And then came Valentine’s Day.

“Cool it, guys. We’ve still got a long day ahead. Don’t wear him out,” Sam drawled from somewhere off to my left.

It was lunchtime on February 14th and my horny girlfriend had crawled into my lap to start making out with me. At Sam’s comment, she pulled back and sighed regretfully.

I took one look at her expression and knew I needed to do damage control. “Hey, are you sure about this? It’s not too late to switch back to our original plans.”

I could see the hesitation in Naimh’s eyes. She was my girlfriend, and I’d promised her a romantic afternoon to celebrate Valentine’s Day. But then last Friday the group got talking about the upcoming “holiday”, and Sam suggested that since none of them were dating and that I was the BTC’s “boyfriend”, it made sense for them all to have a special group hookup with me.

I’d immediately thought of my promise to my actual girlfriend, and since I’d already told Belle my plans, she was quick to volunteer her opinion that Neevie deserved to have me all to herself. But Naimh had contradicted Belle and reminded everyone that she was more than happy to share with her best friends. By the end of the night, plans had been made even though Valentine’s fell on a school day. But now that the day in question was here, I could see the look of regret on Naimh’s face.

She covered her disappointment quickly and gave me a quick peck on the nose. “It’s fine. We talked about this. We’ll do your plan next week.” She put on a brave smile, but I could still see the tension in her eyes.

I kissed her quickly, hugged her close, and murmured into her ear, “I love you, Neevie.”

She visibly relaxed and squeezed me closer. “I love you too, Matty.”

There were only a few more minutes left in lunchtime, so we collectively packed up our things and started splitting off to get to our next classes. I was still facing the table when a male voice said from somewhere behind me, “Hey Mari! I like the new shoes.”

I blinked in surprise and glanced back behind me. Mari was standing with Belle, blushing cutely as she nervously brushed her hair back behind her left ear. “Hi, Gerald. Thanks for noticing,” she replied demurely.

Glancing down, I saw that Mari indeed was wearing new white walking shoes with pink stripes. I hadn’t noticed before.

“See you at class,” Gerald said warmly as he continued on down the hallway. He hooked his thumbs into his backpack straps and walked with an extra spring in his step.

I’d known Gerald since Junior High. He was a nice guy, someone I’d even played Magic: The Gathering with back in Junior High, and a pretty good student. He could stand to lose a few pounds, but he wasn’t really overweight or anything like that. Still, while the guy didn’t set off any “dirtbag” alarms in the back of my head, my first impulse was to feel rather territorial. Mari was BTC, which meant she belonged to ME, didn’t she? So standing up, I came alongside my angel and asked, “What was THAT about?” I gestured with my head toward the departing young man.

Mari and Belle exchanged a look and Mari looked up at me a little nervously. “Nothing, really. He’s just a friend.”

“Don’t get all ‘jealous boyfriend’, Matty,” Belle said while nudging me with her elbow. “He complimented her shoes.”

I raised both eyebrows and grumped “We both know he wasn’t really complimenting her shoes. No guy compliments a girl’s shoes unless he’s hitting on her. Or is gay.” I brightened for a moment. “Is he gay?”

Belle shook her head. “Nope.”

Grumpiness resumed.

“Matty ... relax...” Belle soothed.

“Actually, I rather like the idea of Matty getting all jealous over me,” Mari said with a giggle. She closed the gap between us and got up on her tiptoes to give me a quick kiss. And from inches away, she looked up at me with big doe eyes and added, “And I intend to show you how much I like it later today.”

I grinned. “Looking forward to it.”

Belle tugged on her bestie’s arm. “C’mon. We gotta get to class.”

The rest of the school day passed uneventfully. Belle and I drove home afterwards. She headed off to her own house, and I went into mine to prepare for the girls’ arrival.

They’d split into two groups: Naimh, Alice, and Mari would visit in the afternoon since all three of them would need to be home before dinner so as not to alarm their parents, while Belle, Zofi, and Sam would come in the evening since they had no such requirements. Belle’s dad obviously knew about me, Zofi’s parents believed their daughter would be out on a Valentine’s Day date with her boyfriend, and Sam had confided in her mom that she was using me as a consistent booty call while her dad preferred to be willfully ignorant about whether or not his daughter was dating.

Apart from the scheduling, I had no idea what else the girls had planned. I mean, it was Valentine’s Day, so I could assume sex would be involved. But beyond that, I was completely clueless. So you can imagine my surprise when the bell rang and I opened the front door to find three video game vixens waiting outside.

Mari was dressed as Tifa Lockheart from FF7 in layered white and black tank tops, super-short black shorts, black stockings that departed from the actual character design by attaching to a garter belt, fingerless gloves, black arm sleeves, and chunky boots.

Alice wore the Mai Shiranui costume she’d been working on with Naimh. The sexy kunoichi outfit in red and white was nearly obscene - definitely not for good boys and girls - especially since Alice apparently went without bra or panties. Her big breasts kept threatening to spill out, and when she walked around, I kept trying to see if the front panel would sway out of the way far enough for me to catch a glimpse of her bare coochie.

But while Tifa Lockheart and Mai Shiranui had always been female game characters I’d long thought of as sexy, I had NOT expected to be turned on by Misty from Pokémon. Naimh’s bodacious figure put a whole new spin on the character for me, though, with a scandalously low-cut yellow tank top, Daisy Duke jean shorts with red suspenders, and red high-top Converse All-Stars. The redhead’s side-ponytail hairstyle was just icing on the cake.

“Holy crap, girls!” I exclaimed at the sight of them.

“Happy Halloween!” they cheered good-naturedly before squealing energetically and pushing me into my house. One thing I’ve always liked about having multiple girls around, it’s that they feed off each other’s energy. One starts squealing, the next one multiplies it, and the third makes things exponentially higher. I was lucky all six of them didn’t arrive at once; otherwise I probably would have died that afternoon.

The four of us ended up on the big couch in the family room, with me in my usual center spot with my shorts around my ankles. “Misty” was in the middle, taking one long lick along my rock-hard erection from balls to tip before handing me off to “Mai” on my right. The hot kunoichi took my cockhead into her mouth and hummed while staring up at my face rather saucily, but she didn’t linger before passing me over to “Tifa” on my left.

Tifa promptly deep-throated me, not unexpectedly since that was kind of her thing. She slam-fucked her face up and down twice before pulling me out with a gasp and then holding me up between the three of them so they could all lean forward, extend their tongues, and start licking me at the same time. Misty kept laughing though, which made the other two start laughing, so I actually didn’t get my dick sucked all that much. But the three of them kept trying, their heads moving up and down in erratic rhythms to lick my shaft, kiss my knob, or even suckle on the head for a bit while the other two worked themselves lower. Sometimes I was in Misty’s mouth. Sometimes I was in Mai’s. More frequently it seemed I was in Tifa’s. Misty especially had a thing for dropping down and suckling my testicles in her mouth while the others worked the top.

Misty could be quite a naughty girl.

Things got even naughtier seconds later when Misty curled her finger to Mai, closed the gap between them, and started a wicked hot lesbian makeout session.

Tifa was happy to go back to taking me all the way down to my base, looking up, and smiling around a throat full of cock. I patted her head proudly but at the same time found myself distracted when Misty and Mai ended up rolling around on the floor with their tongues coming out to play. Mai’s kunoichi outfit did get dislodged and Misty started kissing her way down the Asian girl’s throat and chest before taking a big boob between her lips and suckling powerfully. Mai moaned and clutched her friend’s head to her breast with one hand while fondling her own tit with the other.

Presently, Tifa lifted up her twin tank tops, but not all the way. She only exposed the lower halves of her massive 36DD melons, creating an impressive amount of underboob. And lying down on the floor beside the two Sapphic lovers, she invited me to straddle her chest and come fuck her tits that way.