Chapter 18: Eva

I’d left the TV on displaying the Mario Golf start screen and gotten up to pad down the short hallway from the living room. I didn’t bother to check the peephole and simply opened the door, my heart racing a little in anticipation.

Eva stood on the welcome mat with her arms folded, looking super-hot but also displaying her resting bitch face. She was dressed in chunky black shoes and a red tartan miniskirt accented with two narrow black leather belts around her tiny waist. Her top was a tight black long-sleeved V-neck that showed off “the girls”. She also wore a black leather choker, her infamous cat-eye sunglasses, and left her jet-black hair hanging long and loose down her back like a luxurious curtain.

I didn’t greet her with a ‘Howzit’ or flash her a shaka sign. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, actually, whether to invite her inside to play video games or brace myself in anticipation of an aggressive kiss.

Eva didn’t say a word either. She remained on the welcome mat and silently arched a sculpted eyebrow at me. And when I didn’t immediately greet her, she shrugged like I wasn’t worth her time and simply walked past me into the house.

I stood there like an idiot for a second, still unsure of how to react, before I finally closed the door and turned to follow her.

Eva had gone straight to the couch lined up with the TV, per usual, and dropped her bag against it. She gestured at the screen displaying Mario Golf and muttered, “Not really my thing.”

I shrugged. “Perfect Dark? Smash Bros.?”

“What else you got?”

“Multiplayer? Mario Kart, F-Zero X. If you want to switch to Playstation I’ve got GT2, Street Fighter Alpha 3...”

“Let’s play GT2,” she stated matter-of-factly, kneeling to turn off the N64 and fish out my Playstation from the TV console.

I hesitated for just a second before following her lead, kneeling next to her and opening the video game drawer to pull out the Gran Turismo 2 jewel case. Eva focused on the mechanics of turning on the gaming console and then using the TV remote control to switch input streams while I popped the lid on the Playstation and inserted the game. And then I grabbed my remote control and went to join her on the couch.

For the next half-hour neither of us said anything to each other that wasn’t related to the game. I found myself glancing over at her every now and again, wondering what was going through her mind. But the pretty girl kept her attention on the screen, her focus almost entirely on her driving.

The last time I’d seen Eva had been Friday afternoon, watching her walk away after a wild-and-crazy, out-of-control sex session that included me spanking her ass and then pounding her in a flat-prone position into the area rug beneath my feet before pouring my hot cum straight down into her pussy. She hadn’t wanted to talk about the nature of our relationship then, and she didn’t seem to want to talk about it now. To be perfectly honest, I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to say to her either. So for the moment it seemed easier to just go with the flow, act like nothing had ever happened, and continue playing the game.

Eva was good. I wouldn’t put her on a level with Alice or anything, but even though GT2 was MY game and I’d already spent countless hours mastering it, she was good enough to keep up with me and even make me try to beat her, which sucked up enough of my mental focus to distract me away from contemplating any relationship concerns. After the first five minutes, I stopped glancing over at her and instead kept my eyes on the screen, occupied with the details of remembering every turn from past experience and using the exact amount of pressure and for how long to work my controls.

After thirty minutes, I was wholly engrossed in the game. Eva had started trash-talking me when she pulled ahead right at the finish line to capture a stage away from me, and I’d started trash-talking her right back when I won the next race. We bantered back and forth with the same familiarity we’d shared when playing Perfect Dark or Smash Bros. for the previous weeks, and for a little while I completely forgot about all of the other ... complications ... in our relationship.

Which was why it was such a surprise when Eva dropped her controller onto the floor and then climbed into my lap.

She didn’t attack me right away. Instead, the gorgeous girl simply stared at me from inches away with her almost alien blue-contact eyes. I’d like to say I patiently waited her out, neither recoiling nor closing the gap between us, but in truth I was pretty much frozen with vapor lock, unsure of how to proceed.

Eva made the decision for us when she leaned in and almost gently pressed her lips to mine. But her initial tenderness only lasted for a second before her arms wrapped around my head and she suddenly kissed me with all the aggressive passion I’d remembered from before.

I still wanted to talk to her about what was going on. I still needed to talk to her about what was going on. But her lustful energy surged through her tongue and into my body, short-circuiting every rational impulse in my brain. And I found myself whole-heartedly wrapping her up to clutch her close and kiss her back just as hard as she was kissing me.

And then suddenly she was gone.

One moment, I held the vivacious vixen in my arms, and the next, she’d slid off my lap and down to the floor. The beautiful blue-eyed babe beamed up at me from her knees and licked her lips lasciviously while expertly working my pants button and zipper. Within seconds she had my pants and boxers down around my ankles with my rigid rod rapidly rising right in her face. And she flashed me a pearly-white grin before raising her chin and tapping the black leather choker around her neck.

“You know what they call this where I’m from?”

I blinked and shook my head in the negative.

Eva grinned, tapped the choker again, and stated confidently, “A black belt in blowjobs.”

My eyes popped open wide in surprise, and then my mouth gaped open to join them as Eva promptly ducked her head down to try swallowing my shaft in a single stroke.

She did not succeed, not that it came as a terrible surprise. I knew I had a pretty big dick, and come to think of it, only my Mariangel had ever succeeded on her very first attempt to actually go for a deep-throat.

Eva didn’t know that though, and she was NOT happy with her lack of success. It wasn’t the first time she’d taken my dick into her mouth and so perhaps she thought she knew what to expect, but the previous occasions had been mere preludes to sex instead of actual attempts at a deep-throat. Three times in rapid succession, Eva made actual attempts at pushing her head all the way down to the very base of my cock, only to keep coming up just a bit short. She kept popping off the top to gasp for air, coughing a bit and stroking my shaft to ensure it stayed hard. And when she looked up at me, I could see the same kind of competitive fire on her face that I’d seen over the past half-hour of digital racing.

“You don’t have to,” I assured her.

“Shut the fuck up, Matty,” she growled right back at me.

I chuckled, sagged a bit deeper into the backrest, and relaxed, knowing better by now than to tell a girl she should stop trying rather than let her make that decision on her own.

Fortunately, it did not become a Sam-after-the-wedding kind of situation. Eva took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and went completely still for a moment. She breathed in deeply through her nose and exhaled slowly through her mouth for a minute, looking for all the world like she’d entered a kind of Zen meditation. And then once she felt like she’d sufficiently calmed herself, she opened her eyes, and stared straight at my cockhead with laser-like focus while stroking my shaft again with her right hand.

And then she fed on me.

I felt the tell-tale pressure on my prickhead of it probing against the entrance to her throat. Whereas the first few attempts Eva had tried to simply power past her gag reflex, this time she paused to take a deep breath before relaxing herself and pushing down. Once again though, she came up short and stopped before forcing herself down the final inch, and she pulled back up with a gasp.

“Aue,” she muttered with a sigh. “Maybe I don’t deserve this black belt anymore.”

“Please keep it,” I told her sincerely. “You look wicked hot with it on.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m sucking your dick.”

“I’m saying you look wicked hot whether or not you’re sucking my dick.”

“Still...” she began while reaching up to undo the silver buckle on the choker, “I think this is stopping me from making it all the way down.”

Eva took off the black leather choker matter-of-factly and then tossed it onto the couch cushion beside me. Once again, she closed her eyes to calm herself. And once again, she took her time slowly pushing her face down around my dick.

This time, she succeeded in sealing her lips around the very base of my shaft. And she hummed around my dick with a triumphant melody, the vibration of her voice adding extra pleasure to my sensitive skin.

“Holy fuuuucccckkkk...” I groaned in rapturous relief.

Eva added some giggling vibrations to the mix.

But she couldn’t stay down there forever. After pulling herself all the way off and giving me a triumphant grin, Eva pumped my prick in her hands for a minute while catching her breath and then proceeded to prove she possessed other elite skills.

She licked and she nibbled. She caved in her cheeks and clamped down on the pressure with powerful suction. She bobbed her head up and down while tickling my balls without ever needing to try repeating the deep-throat, and in the end I groaned that she was gonna make me blow.

Eva promptly popped off my prick and rapidly rubbed my rod with her right hand, pumping back and forth while parking her pretty face directly in front of my tip. She smiled up at me, crooning, “Cum for me, Matty. Gimme all that tasty jizz.”

And after only three more seconds, I gave her what she wanted.

Eva watched for the telltale signs of my explosion and prepared herself, so that the first shot spurted straight into her gaping her mouth. She immediately clamped her lips closed around my crown and bobbed her head back and forth, coaxing out every drop of heavy cream and audibly swallowing with relish.

The talented fellatrix drained me dry until I felt like a desiccated husk sagging deeper into the couch, and my eyes rolled up into my head while my skull limply lolled around and my tongue hung out. Eva slurped out the dregs and then finally sat back on her heels, smirking with just a touch of prideful arrogance.

“Holy fuck...” I wheezed. “That was ... that was...”

“Not my best, I’ll admit,” she affably remarked. “I’ll do better next time now that I know not to wear the choker.”

“Noooo,” I complained. “Don’t do that. You look so fucking hot with the choker, and as far as I’m concerned, you certainly deserved the black belt.”

Eva laughed. “Next challenge: do it with the choker on.”

“A worthy goal indeed,” I agreed as she picked up the leather band and started to re-attach it around her neck.

She smirked at me and added, “Almost as good as your girlfriends?”

It was the wrong thing to ask. From the time I’d returned home and NOT started playing Mario Golf, I’d been wholly focused on Eva. That’s not to say I’d forgotten my girlfriends existed, but there was a sort of truth to the whole “out of sight, out of mind” thing. Eva had been the one directly in front of me, and Eva had been the only one on my mind.

But now I was thinking of the others. I thought of Naimh, Sam, Belle, and Lily. And my face fell at the feeling that I’d somehow ... betrayed them ... or something.

It was a ridiculous thought, in one sense. None of the girls had felt betrayed on Friday when I’d come clean and told them Eva and I had hooked up twice. Okay well maybe Belle had gotten a bit upset about it, but if anything she seemed more upset that she’d missed out and never got to watch. And perhaps their reactions had been tempered by Lily more or less derailing the conversation by insisting that she lose her virginity then and there with all of us. But even in the intervening days, none of them had said a word to me in reproach for fucking the mysterious biracial beauty nor ever told me I shouldn’t do so in the future. And if they’d never gotten mad at me for doing so twice, why in the world would they get mad at me for doing so a third time?

And yet I still felt like this was a betrayal. I mean, if Eva and I had come to an explicit agreement with the other girls about her and I continuing to have sex, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. If Eva hadn’t been avoiding the other girls all weekend, I wouldn’t be feeling this way. The last time I’d come clean to my girlfriends, Eva had still been their friend, someone they’d spent time with hanging out the night before.

But I wasn’t a hundred percent sure they were still friends anymore. I mean, nobody had gone out of their way to say they weren’t friends with Eva anymore, but what kind of “friend” avoids everyone else in the group for three days and only sneaks back into the house to fuck their boyfriend when everyone else is gone?

To her credit, Eva seemed to realize she’d made a mistake and killed the mood. One minute, her eyes were afire and she looked ready to stand up, raise the front of her skirt, and demand I repay the favor. But instead she merely sighed and stared downward, remaining seated on her heels.

Even though I didn’t think she was actually looking at it, the angle of Eva’s gaze was in the vague direction of my semi-hard schlong that hadn’t yet fully deflated despite the monster ejaculation. It was still wet from her saliva, glistening in the light, and I suddenly felt rather embarrassed about it given the whole “betraying my girlfriends” kind of feeling. So I quickly reached down to my ankles and pulled up my pants.

Having finished re-attaching her choker, Eva remained on her knees, and she let her heels pivot out to the sides so that her butt dropped another couple of inches lower to the floor. She stared off into space, shaking her head slowly.

I knew better than to expect her to say something first. From the very beginning, Eva’s standard operating procedure had been to speak as little as possible unless she knew exactly what she wanted to say. And judging from the expression on her face, this was most definitely NOT a moment when she knew exactly what she wanted to say.

So I spoke up first, suggesting seriously but in a gentle tone, “Come back to your friends.”

She blinked a couple of times and looked up at me in surprise, clearly not expecting that sentence to be the first words coming out of my mouth. “What?”

“Everybody needs friends, and unless you’ve been a secret social butterfly sneaking off to hang out with other people I don’t know about, I gather that The BTC girls are the only friends you have outside of the islands.”

“The BTC girls ... and one BTC guy.”

I blushed briefly and smiled. But then I took a deep breath and looked at her sternly. “I can’t speak for all of their innermost thoughts, but I do know they’re all wondering why you’re avoiding them and questioning how much of a friend you ever were to them in the first place. They’re an accepting group, and whether or not you initially came as a package-deal with Lily, they went out of their way to help make you feel included. In exchange, you basically seduced their boyfriend and then went radio-silent on them immediately afterwards. That’s kinda fucked up.”

“Not saying it isn’t, but I just...” Eva sighed. “I don’t do ‘girl drama’ very well, you know? I shouldn’t have slept with you in the first place. That was a mistake.”

I arched both eyebrows. “A mistake you then repeated on Friday. And then repeated again today.”

She bowed her head and rubbed her forehead. “Matty, can we not?”

“Not talk about this? I think we have to. I need to understand where you and I stand. Do you have feelings for me? Are you going to repeat this ‘mistake’ tomorrow? The next day? Five minutes from now? Did you want to start a relation--”

“Matty-Matty-Matty, please,” Eva cut me off. “You’ve got a hot girl in front of you who wants you to pin her legs back by her ears and fuck her brains out. Do we really have to make things complicated?”

“I’ve got three - now four girlfriends to consider and another girl asking me to pin her legs back by her ears and fuck her brains out right after telling me it was a mistake. Things are already complicated. I’m hoping talking to you about it for a minute will make things a little less complicated.”

“Ughhh...” She rubbed her forehead again. “And this is why crossing this line in the first place was a mistake.”

“Why did you?”

“I don’t know!” she exclaimed, throwing both hands out. “I don’t know why I did this again. Maybe fucking you blanks my mind. Or maybe it makes me feel alive. Or maybe it’s a bit of both. I just...”

I took a deep breath and waited her out while she rubbed her forehead some more and tried to wrap her brain around the moment.

“I didn’t want to cross this line with you, and when I went home last Monday night after we did it the first time, I laid down on the floor in a little ball and cried, hating myself,” she muttered rather despondently.

I grimaced. “The last thing I would’ve ever wanted you to feel was regret.”

“I hated myself most of all for wishing you were there to hold me again,” Eva confessed. “You did nothing wrong, Matty. Despite the whole cult-harem thing, I know you’re a good person. You’ve only ever tried to do what was best for me, and if there was one thing that made me feel better about the situation, it was knowing you were willing to keep it a secret for me.”

I grimaced again. “Well, then I went and insisted that I had to tell the other girls.”

“No, no, I get that,” she said dismissively. “You’d already kept it a secret for me all week under the promise I just needed a few days. And then of course I went and fucked you again.”

I waggled my head and then gestured back and forth between us. “And then there’s what we just did again.”

“It’s complicated,” she muttered.

“Always is,” I agreed.

“But I’m not in love with you, if that’s what you’re wondering about. You’ve made clear to me you’re not looking for any additional romantic complications, even if it’s completely obvious that Lily’s in love with you.”

“I have gotten rather fond of her myself,” I admitted.

“But you and me? We’re friends, right?”

“Absolutely.”

“And friends help each other out, right? You’re a great friend - better than I deserve, and I’m not talking just about sex. I know I’m needy, I know I’m the taker here, and you’re great at providing those needs. Let’s just leave it at that.” Eva took a deep breath and then gave me a surprisingly sincere look. “I’m so grateful you’ve been willing to put up with me and everything, but I really don’t need any extra drama in my life. Life - especially college life - is difficult enough on its own. Can we skip the drama on this too? Please? For me?”

I nodded slowly. “If that’s what you really want.”

“It’s what I really want. I’m not gonna be your girlfriend. Part of me thinks that if you weren’t so fucking good with that big dick, I would never even think about coming back to this crazy cult. That’s the part of me saying I should stay away. But I do trust you, Matty. Despite how it might look on the surface about you being a greedy Casanova trying to nail as many girls as he can get his hands on, I don’t believe that’s true about you. And when I found myself walking home after class on Friday and couldn’t think of anything else BUT the way you fucked the shit outta me on Monday, I just HAD to feel that again. You were great. You made me feel great.”

I couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

Eva slouched back, setting her butt on the floor. She unfolded her legs in front of her, knees up and spread to the sides. Leaning back on her left hand, she raised the hem of her miniskirt with her right hand and slipped her fingers down to her crotch. She panted softly while pulling aside the gusset of her panties and beginning to rub herself.

“And even now ... Just looking at you ... I absolutely HAVE to feel that feeling again. I’m a hot girl that needs to get her brains fucked out, please? I need you pounding me into the couch with my legs pinned back by my ears, please? Can we do that today? Can you do that for me?”

“Eva...”

“C’mon, Matty. Please? Make me feel good again. You’re the best at that, assuming Belle’s sales pitch isn’t just hype.”

My eyes narrowed as I replied challengingly, “You don’t have to assume. You’ve felt the real thing.”

“Yes I have,” Eva confirmed, her eyes glittering. “And I know the stories are true. But you’re not being fair to me right now, are you? I mean, I gave you that amazing blowjob and swallowed all your cum, didn’t I? You can’t leave me hanging like this now, can you? That wouldn’t be consistent with the selfless, considerate Matty you represent yourself to be.”

“I belong to The BTC,” I stated firmly. “Naimh, Sam, Belle, Lily ... they’re all four of them my girlfriends now. I won’t cheat on them.”

Eva read my gaze and arched an eyebrow. “Fucking me isn’t cheating on them. I mean, I know the girls didn’t get mad at you for fucking me last week.”