Chapter 26: Permission

I stood in the open doorway of Naimh’s bedroom with my jaw on the floor in surprise. The most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was currently pinned to her own bed, flat on her back with her legs apart and her arms flopped limply behind her.

Having grown up in a chilly climate like Ireland, Naimh could handle wearing skirts to school without feeling cold in November, and today was clad in a casual burgundy pleated skirt that I’d seen her wear many times before. She was fully dressed, but what drew my attention to the skirt was the fact that a beautiful brunette with wavy dark hair loomed over her with one hand beneath that burgundy skirt, her forearm wriggling in obvious pumping motions. Naimh and Isabela’s lips were also locked together, the aggressive Latina babe quite hungrily ravishing my Head Girlfriend’s mouth as they both moaned in the throes of Sapphic eroticism.

I didn’t say anything, too stunned to speak, but Luna noticed my appearance in the doorway and squeaked in surprise, exclaiming, “Matty!” before clapping both hands over the lower half of her face.

The sound of her boyfriend’s name seemed to jerk Naimh from her delirium, and her hands abruptly snapped up to grab Isabela’s shoulders and then roll the brunette off of her.

“Matty!” Naimh gasped as she bolted upright and twisted to face me with a crimson blush that made her freckles disappear. “I ... uh ... Isabela and I ... we ... uh ... It’s not what ... Well I mean obviously it was what--”

“Hey, hey, relax,” I said soothingly as I entered the room with both hands up, gesturing for her to calm down. Nobody was naked and I felt bad for intruding. “It’s cool. Nothing to apologize for. Well, actually, I’m sorry for the interruption.”

“¡Hola, Matty!” Isabela greeted me coyly, her dark eyes afire as she twisted some of her luscious locks around her left index finger (the dry hand) and flashed me a pearly white smile. Her expression was just as carnally hungry as before, and she seemed perfectly inclined to pick up with me right where she’d left off with my Head Girlfriend.

“Hola, Isabela,” I greeted politely, adjusting my hands from gesturing for Naimh to calm down into a somewhat more defensive posture with Isabela to make sure she didn’t just launch herself at me or anything. I noted that the Hispanic hottie was dressed to impress in a crisp blouse beneath a form-fitting Argyle sweater vest and a cute dark-blue miniskirt over black leggings. And then I turned my attention to the fourth person in the room, adding in a similarly polite tone, “Hello, Luna. Good to see you again.”

It was the first time I’d seen Isabela’s friend since the Halloween party, and her first time seeing me since then as well. The somewhat mousey, bespectacled brunette blushed and scrutinized the wood grain texture of the hardwood floor, clearly embarrassed by the situation. Instead of wearing a skintight, handmade catsuit that showed off her slender figure, she was dressed in black leggings under a dark-blue skirt, just like Isabela, and wore a white button-down dress shirt under a gray, somewhat baggy, long-sleeved sweater. And still keeping her gaze downcast, Luna hesitantly replied, “H-Hi.”

“You’re probably wondering why we’re here,” Isabela began brightly. “Neevie invited us over to come check that out.”

The Hispanic hottie pointed both index fingers (one still glistening with dew), and my gaze shifted to join hers in following the line of her digits to the mannequin in the corner of the bedroom, upon which was draped Naimh’s latest work-in-progress: the cowgirl rag doll Jessie from Toy Story 2. She’d started it after Halloween, less than a week ago, but the characterization was already obvious. A white, long-sleeved button-down shirt had already been adorned with a yellow chest panel and yellow wrist-cuffs stitched with red swirls and loops. A flat-brimmed, red cowboy hat adorned the mannequin’s head. And she’d found cheap cowboy spats from the thrift store downtown that hadn’t yet been painted into Jessie’s white and black cow motif.

“I ran inta Luna ‘round lunchtime,” Naimh explained to me, still clearly a bit embarrassed. “We got to talkin’ about cosplay, an’ I asked what she was workin’ on now that Halloween’s over, an’ she asked what I was workin’ on, an’ so I invited her to come ‘round the house and have a look-see.”

“Okayyy...” I replied while nodding slowly, but my expression remained probingly inquisitive.

Isabela giggled and nudged Naimh in the side. “He’s waiting for someone to explain how we got from ‘having a look-see’ at your costume to you and me making out on your bed with my fingers under your skirt.”

Naimh’s freckles disappeared again, and I smirked while tapping the tip of my nose.

“Anyways, good luck with that!” Isabela said to my girlfriend brightly. “We know better than to stick around and make an awkward situation even worse, so, uh, we’re just gonna get outta your hair.”

“Wait, what?” Naimh exclaimed in surprise as Isabela leaned in to peck her cheek and then grabbed Luna’s hand.

Isabela was already tugging Luna towards the door. She waved to Naimh, adding, “Thanks for letting us come see your work. And, uh, thanks for letting me get my fingers wet! You’re delicious.” She popped the index finger of her free hand into her mouth and gave the redhead a saucy eyebrow wiggle as well. Then she reached out and popped her middle finger into Luna’s mouth as well.

Meanwhile, I was still in the doorway, so Isabela and Luna came straight towards me. I wasn’t going to try and block her exit or anything, so I pivoted to step out of the way.

But rather than pass straight by me, the vivacious vixen stopped, grinned, and leaned over to peck my cheek as well. “Bye, Matty!” Turning to my girlfriend, she added, “I’ll call you, Neevie!”

And then before either Naimh or I had fully wrapped our minds around what was going on, both Isabela and Luna were gone.

I started chuckling almost immediately after the front door closed behind them and then turned to smirk at my girlfriend.

Naimh gawked at me with a bewildered expression. “What just happened?”

“ ... an’ th’next thing I knew, she was kissin’ me.”

I chuckled and rubbed Naimh’s knee. “And kissing you and kissing you and you were kissing her back.”

With wide emerald-green eyes and a bewildered expression, my girlfriend blushed again, still feeling quite embarrassed after finishing her little tale.

It had seemed straightforward enough, starting with Naimh and Luna bumping into each other during lunchtime, talking about cosplay, and then Naimh inviting Luna to come over to the house after class. Naimh had only been mildly surprised when Isabela showed up along with Luna, invited the girls in, and then started talking about fabrics and stitching and such.

Speaking of “straightforward”, while Luna had complimented Naimh’s technical skills and suggested my girlfriend seriously consider joining the larger cosplay community, Isabela had complimented Naimh’s incredibly sexy figure and surpassingly beautiful looks. Admiring stares had turned into gentle caresses of the redhead’s supple curves. Isabela had flat out asked, ‘Can I kiss you?’ And I already knew how things turned out from there.

And now I was all caught up.

Naimh shook her head slowly before biting her lip and giving me a helpless shrug. “It all happened so fast; I don’t know what got into me.”

“Seemed like her fingers got into you,” I quipped.

“Matty, I’m serious.”

I wiped the smirk off my face and took a deep breath. “Well let’s take this one step at a time. Did you feel at any time that Isabela took advantage of you? Like, did she not have your consent?”

“Well ... no ... I wouldna say that.”

“Do you regret letting her kiss you?” I asked carefully. “Or fingerbang you?”

Naimh’s blush made her freckles disappear again, but the silly little smile on her face seemed answer enough that she thought positively about the whole thing, without regret. “She was a really good kisser.”

“Cool.”

“You really don’t mind?”

I shrugged. “Why would I mind?”

“I dunno. Because I’m suppose’t’be yours?” Naimh winced, took a deep breath, and seemed to calm herself. Her voice was clearer as she continued, “We’ve talked about permission and stuff like that. We girls all gave you the green light to hook up with Lily and Eva if the opportunity ever presented itself because they’d been hanging out with us and were becoming part of The BTC. But you already know you don’t have the same permission to fuck any girls outside of The BTC.”

“I do know that.”

“So someone like Isabela--”

“I would never do anything with Isabela,” I interrupted.

Naimh waggled her head. “Well, not without permission. But if we girls gave you permission, then--”

“Is that it?” I interrupted. “You’re asking for my permission to continue what you’d started with Isabela the next chance you get?”

“I’m asking for forgiveness for making out with Isabela without prior permission.”

“There’s nothing to forgive. Isabela’s aggressive; I know that.” I shrugged. “I mean, if you ever wanted to make out with a guy, I would totally understand you stopping to ask me for permission, although the answer would be ‘no’, by the way. But another girl? Uh ... can I just say you’ve got carte blanche permission whenever you want?”

Naimh blinked. “Really?”

I shrugged. “When it comes to other girls, I won’t get jealous. Like the whole thing with Isabela and Belle at the Halloween party. She started rubbing Belle’s crotch, and then she leaned in and just started making out with her. Belle didn’t need to ask me for permission and I never felt a twinge of jealousy. And you just leaned over and started making out with me at the same time. No big deal.”

Naimh pursed her lips. “But it still feels like I’m not being fair to you. I mean, if -I- can hook up with a girl, then you should be able to hook up with her, too.”

“Ehhh, I think I’ve got more than enough ‘fairness’ on my plate.”

“It would just be sex, Matty. Isabela’s made plain she has no interest in becoming another girlfriend. She just wants to fuck your brains out ... an’ my brains out ... an’ Belle’s brains out, an’ ... you get the picture.” Naimh blushed and then shivered with bright eyes, her accent thickening again as she continued to speak. “Some of the shit that girl whispered into me ear? I mean ... even now I c’n still picture th’fantasies she spun about me gettin’ sandwiched between you an’her, about m’big, strong boyfriend holdin’ me from behind, cuppin’ m’big boobies, an’ presentin’em upward so she could swirl her tongue ‘round m’nipples. She said she want’d me to sit’up on your stomach while she held your big dick in hand, gettin’it super-wet with her mouth ‘fore anglin’it into me pussy an’ then helpin’ma slowly sit down on your monster while she leaned in to lick me clit.”

“Damn...” I muttered, feeling myself thicken within my shorts. Naimh and I were sitting up against her headboard, her back to my chest with my left arm wrapped around her midsection.

“Does that idea turn you on?” my Irish redhead asked in a husky voice.

“Of course.”

“Mmm ... I can feel that it does,” she murmured while reaching back with her right hand to rub my package, testing the growing bulge. But rather than escalate the situation, she exhaled slowly with a mournful sigh. “I still feel bad though, for givin’in and lettin’er kiss me ‘fore you an’I discussed this stuff.”

“Don’t feel bad,” I reassured her. “And if it makes you feel better, let’s make clear that yes, I’m giving you carte blanche permission to hook up with any girl you ever want, retroactive to include any and all liberties taken with Isabela or any other sexy siren who has the good taste to give the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever loved the pleasure she deserves. Just promise you’ll tell me about it afterwards.”

“You’re really okay that I started making out with Isabela?” she asked, still a bit anxious.

I caressed her shoulder and leaned in to kiss her neck. “I’m only sorry I interrupted you,” I murmured in a low voice. Then I leaned in to nibble on her neck again, adding, “Or I should’ve interrupted you a few minutes later.” The passion of my kiss increased as I stroked her upper arm and moaned in obvious arousal. “Would’ve been so hot to see her going down on you.”

“You really mean that?” she whimpered, as usual my perpetually horny redhead rapidly getting into the mood. Her palm started rubbing my bulge again as she tilted her head to the side to give me a better angle at her neck. “Would you really like t’watch’er goin’ down on me?”

“I’d really like to see you enjoying yourself, period,” I whispered warmly right into her ear. “If that means getting tag-teamed by the girls of The BTC, great. And if that means feeling a luscious Latina you’ve never been with before peeling off your panties and then parking her face between your legs, then... great.”

“Mmm...” Naimh closed her eyes and shivered in my arms, clearly imagining Isabela doing just that. “Th’way she carries herself? With such confidence an’ fire an’ ... I just know she’d be amazin’ at cunnilingus.”

I chuckled and slid my left hand beneath my girlfriend’s waistband, my fingers going in search of my lover’s love button. “I think you’re probably right.”

My redhead quivered as my digits probed her quim. Her right arm came up and around the back of my head as she murmured, “I’ll bet she’d be amazin’ at givin’you a blowjob, too.”

My growing erection immediately twitched at the thought of the sultry Latina wrapping her lips around my knob, but I measured myself before replying seriously, “I already told you my plate is full as it is.”

“An’ I told you it would just be sex.” Naimh slipped her hand beneath my waistband, her fingers going in search of my rigid rod. “C’mon, Matty. You know that if I ever did hook up with Isabela, I’d want it to be a threesome with you, right?”

I exhaled in a gasping shudder as my Head Girlfriend encircled my shaft with her fingers and gave it a quick pump. My breathing was shallow as I asked, “Is that what you really want?”

“Imagine it, Matty. Me an’ Isabela sittin’at th’foot o’th’bed side-by-side, gently peelin’off each other’s clothes in-between seductive kisses. I’d caress her cheek an’ let me fingertips glide down her neck before takin’ hold of her shoulders an’ lockin’ her in place while I claimed possession of her mouth. She’d spar with me a bit for dominance - I get th’feelin’ she’s used to takin’ charge - an’ instead of fondlin’ me boobies th’way she’d been doing, she’d clutch th’back of me head an’ hold it there while plungin’ her tongue into th’back of me throat.”

“Holy fuck, Neevie...”

“We’d go back an’ forth like that a bit, an’ in the end I would surrender to her, leanin’ me head back an’ closin’ me eyes to let her kiss me wherever she wanted. She’d nibble her way along me jawline an’ down me neck, eventually plungin’ her face into me cleavage an’ cuppin’ me bare boobies against her cheeks.”

My right hand reached up beneath the hem of Naimh’s shirt to cup and palm my girlfriend’s beautiful breasts as I imagined what it would look like for Isabela’s pretty face to get sandwiched between my redhead’s marvelous melons. Meanwhile, the fingers of my left hand continued rubbing Naimh’s clit. Even though it was my “off” hand, frequent training with The BTC girls had gotten me close to ambidextrous when it came to pleasing pussy.

“Once we’d gotten our fill o’ each other, we’d turn t’face you instead. I’d take th’lead in pullin’ down your pants - doin’ a dramatic reveal for my newest friend t’show off me prized possession.” She suited the action to her words by similarly unzipping me and extracting my erection into the open air.

I leaned over to gently bite down on Naimh’s shoulder, closing my eyes to soak in the pleasure of my girlfriend’s pumping hand.

“You’d spring up rock hard an’ ready to go after watchin’ our little lesbian display,” she continued while steadily stroking me. “I’d circle me left hand around your base t’hold it steady so she could study your magnificent member in all its glory. But only for a moment. She’d still be tryin’ to memorize the details of your gorgeous dick when I’d abruptly bend over an’ make it disappear from view. I’d moan in erotic heat while you thickened inside me warm an’ wet mouth. An’ I’d bob me head up an’ down to th’top of me fist, gettin’ you nice an’ slick before pullin’ me head up an’ then holdin’ your dick steady while invitin’ Isabela t’take a turn.”

“Nnnggghhh...” I groaned, imagining first Naimh and then newcomer Isabela bending over my lap to take turns sucking my dick.

“I’d keep me left fist around th’base of your dick, though, continuin’ to claim ownership. She wouldna be able t’handle your entire length anyways, not without lots an’ LOTS of practice. I’d place me hand on top of her head, gently forcin’ her lower an’ lower ‘til her lips touched th’top of me hand. An’ only IF she seemed like she could handle that would I let go of your base an’ see if I could push her down any further.”

“FUCK, Neevie...” I groaned, and her pumping hand sped up in response.

“I’d hafta decide whether or not I wanted you t’cum in her mouth just yet. I mean, if you were close t’poppin’, I’d mutter into her ear about how such a sexy babe needed to swallow all of me man’s spunk. I’d hold her head while you pumped yourself up into her mouth over an’ over an’ over again ‘til you spilled your seed straight inta her stomach. An’ then we’d hafta see if she could take alla you without chokin’, or if she’d be unable t’take it all, pull off, an’ let some of your slimy spunk leak out around her lips for me to lick up.”

“Nnnggghhh...” I groaned again, feeling incredibly turned on by Neevie’s aural fantasy but nowhere near actually popping just yet.

“Either way, soon ‘twould be time t’finally mount you,” Naimh continued, sitting up straight, sliding off the bed, and spinning around to face me. She quickly wriggled out of her burgundy skirt and panties while I didn’t hesitate to yank down my pants and boxers. Neither of us bothered to remove our shirts yet, though, in too much of a hurry to get joined together. My horny redhead quickly climbed back onto the bed and straddled me in a reverse-cowgirl position, held my erection aloft, and then promptly sat herself down on it without further ado. And she moaned in deep-seated relief, “Ffffuuuucccckkkk...”

“Nnnggghhh...” I groaned once more in sympathetic harmony.

Naimh knelt with her legs bent in a W-shape, knees forward and feet next to her butt with her toes pointing out to the sides. She was facing away from me, but as her body went spineless with pleasure she collapsed back against my chest. I once again slipped my right hand beneath the hem of her shirt to cup her breasts while digging the fingers of my left hand into her crotch to resume rubbing her love button. And soon my girlfriend was rather animatedly humping herself up and down in my lap.

But she stopped before reaching a zenith, collapsing back against my chest and taking a break to breathe. Naimh turned her head to the left and started caressing her own breasts while saying, “I’d turn me head an’ pucker up t’meet her passionate kiss. She’d fondle me boobs an’ slap me ass while askin’ me if you felt just as big an’ as thick inside me as she’d always imagined. I’d tell her th’real thing was even better than her imagination, but that she’d need t’get me off first if she wanted t’find out.”

“Ohhh ... Neevie...” I groaned, clamping my hand more tightly around her boob and bending forward to gnaw on her neck.

“That’s when she’d park her face between me thighs an’ start provin’ to me she’s as good at cunnilingus as she’d promised. I’d grab her hair with both hands an’ pinner head against me crotch, undulatin’ meself forward an’ back t’really mash me pussy against her face while feelin’ your big dick stretchin’ me out.” Naimh likewise undulated along with her story. Then she giggled while adding, “I’d throw her a bone every now an’ again. An’ I mean that li’traly, pullin’ meself up an’ letti’ner suck’yer fat monstra far a li’l bit ‘fore mashi’na’way ‘er head an’ claimin’ yar gor’jis dick far me’self agin.”