Chapter 31: Going Through the Motions

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody squeaked, promptly choked, and pulled away to start coughing.

The sound of a girl’s anguish woke me up FAST, and my eyes flew open so I could stare down the length of my body to find out what had just happened.

Isabela dry-retched twice and thumped her chest with her right fist while sounding for all the world like a sick cat trying to hurl out a hairball. Her eyes were bugged-out and her tongue waggled in the air just like Jabba the Hutt did when getting strangled to death at the beginning of The Return of the Jedi.

Not exactly the sexiest image to come to mind, you understand. Although admittedly, Leia was effing hot in that gold bikini. But I digress...

Meanwhile, Belle sat up behind the busty brunette, stroking her new friend’s back and then thumping it lightly with the heel of her hand.

“Holy shit,” Isabela finally croaked after a minute of hacking. A glob of snot leaked from her right nostril, and she wiped at both the snot and the tear tracks running down both cheeks. “That did NOT go the way I expected it to.”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Belle soothed. “Happens to everyone the first time.”

“You okay?” I asked with obvious concern.

“I’ll be alright. Belle warned me to watch for the recoil, but shit.” Isabela sharply inhaled, trying to suck up another snot ball, while reaching for the tissue box on the nightstand. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose, twice, before sighing, “I was thinking to myself, ‘No problem. I got this.’ And then BAM. Thought I was gonna die there for a second.”

“Like I said: happens to everyone the first time,” Belle chuckled.

“Seriously, you okay?” I repeated to Isabela.

“My ego is wounded more than anything else. I’ll be fine,” she assured me, grabbing a few more tissues and blowing her nose. “Sorry for ruining the mood.”

“You haven’t ruined anything,” I assured her, beckoning to her with both arms to come in for a hug. “C’mere.”

But Isabela didn’t seem to be interested in a hug. She wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, and then gave me a grim look of determination. She ducked her head back down, slurped my still-hard shaft into her mouth, and then visibly swallowed to shove more and more of my thickness into her throat. As usual, she got stuck with about two inches to go, but the sultry Latina gathered herself for a moment and then forced herself the rest of the way down to seal her lips around my very base.

I groaned and smiled. Despite Isabela’s concerns about ruining the mood, it’s difficult for any guy to be in a bad mood when a gorgeous girl has his entire dick in her throat. And I reached down to caress her cheek with a look of warm gratitude for sharing such an intimate part of herself with me.

But Isabela didn’t smile up at me around a mouthful of meat. Rather ... she sorta smirked at me, as if the deep-throat accomplishment was far more important to her than giving me pleasure. To be fair, she was well within her rights to feel great about that accomplishment. And yet I couldn’t help but feel ... well ... not in the right mood.

Isabela then popped off my prick, looking quite proud of herself for recovering so quickly. But my wet prick remained in the open air for only a moment before Belle ducked her head down, swiftly swallowing my schlong as far as she could. My sweet “little sister” of course had never been able to drop down the entire way in a single plunge, and she paused for a moment halfway in to catch her breath and gather herself for the final descent.

But her second attempt didn’t quite reach the summit. Well, perhaps “summit” wasn’t the correct word for it. Apex? No. Zenith? No. Something else with an “n”? Nadir, right?

With a sigh, I castigated myself for getting distracted by playing word games with myself while my beautiful Annabelle was trying to give me a blowjob. But like I said: I wasn’t in the right mood. Everything about this morning just felt ... off. And when Belle kept getting stuck with about an inch to go, I could literally feel her frustration feeding mine.

At that point, I wished we could just call off the attempts at deep-throating my dick as if successful completion of the act itself was more important than the three of us finding pleasure together. But before I could suggest that we move beyond making such attempts and coax one of the girls to come climb onto my face while the other one mounted my prick, Belle dropped her head back down around my dick and once again got hung up with about an inch to go.

I watched my Baby Belle’s nostrils flare as she tried to suck in a bit of oxygen past the big blockage compressing her trachea. But rather than try to force her way down again, she instead reached up to tap the back of her own head twice.

I blinked in surprise at the realization that Belle wanted me to push her head down. I’d set my hand atop her head many times while she was giving me blowjobs, and she often reacted to my gentle pressure as if my hand outmassed Sam’s Escalade. But there was no way I was going to try and physically force her head down around my dick if her throat wasn’t cooperating this morning.

As it turned out, I didn’t need to. Isabela reacted before I did, planting a hand atop Belle’s head and then literally pushing it downward, spearing Belle’s skull that extra inch further until my pint-sized pixie’s puffy lips “tagged” the very base of my cock.

And then Isabela let go.

And then Belle popped back up, thankfully looking none the worse for wear. Even more, my impish little fae was beaming with pride and raised her right hand for a high-five while squealing, “WOOO!”

“You go girl!” Isabela crowed with her, clapping her hand against Belle’s.

Admittedly, their enthusiasm was infectious. The two girls were clearly having a good time together, and even if I didn’t feel like either of them was particularly interested in bringing me pleasure, I was content to see them having fun.

We mercifully moved past the deep-throat attempts and the girls literally ro-sham-bo’d to see which end of me they’d get first. Belle “won” and wanted to get my dick in her tight teenage twat, but she wasn’t wet enough yet, so Isabela toppled the sexy strawberry-blonde onto her back and started delivering some Grade-A cunnilingus. After only two minutes, my Baby Belle’s baby box was warmed-up enough to start. She swung a leg over my lap, spread her own labia with her fingers while Isabela held my dick erect, and then slowly settled down around my schlong. Immediately after that, Isabela matter-of-factly settled herself down on my face. And immediately after that, I heard the sounds of the two bodacious babes moaning in heat as they kissed and fondled and humped themselves up-and-down their respective ends of my body.

Just a routine Tuesday morning.

By any reasonable measure, Belle, Isabela, and I had a great threesome to start off our morning. Everybody came. Matty’s Little Cumslut got her creampie. And Isabela even came again while my horny “little sister” ate her out.

It’s just that the whole thing felt a little ... mechanical.

Devoid of any real intimacy.

‘Just sex’ was something I’d once made the mistake of thinking I’d experienced with Eva and had the rotten judgement to say out loud. In hindsight, I realized that what we’d shared had merely been confusing thanks to Eva’s conflicted emotions. This though? This was the real deal. There wasn’t an ounce of conflict to be found in Isabela. The orgasms were her lone objective and I doubted she’d have any qualms with my calling what we shared, ‘Just sex’. And I wasn’t sure I’d really enjoyed it.

Well, obviously, pounding away at Isabela’s tight pussy while motorboating my face in her marvelous melons and then making out with my Baby Belle and moaning into her mouth while I slammed forward a final time and basted the bodaciously busty brunette beneath me’s baby box with blast after blast of baby batter had felt ... nice. I mean, I really had no grounds for complaint.

And yet...

I mean...

It was just that the whole thing just felt like ... like I’d been going through the motions.

I’d pumped for the sake of pumping. I’d performed my duty for the girls in the house because it was expected of me as “The BTC’s boyfriend”: nothing more, nothing less. I was a living dildo that existed solely to provide the girls with pleasure. And I was very good at my job.

But I took no pride in doing my job this time. I was just going through the motions. For now, at least, I was just passing time – trying to stagger to the finish line. I was tired – really tired. I was tired of school. Tired of girl-drama. Tired of my life. And what in the holy hell ... Was I actually tired of sex?

It had been a week since Lily walked out. Thanksgiving was in two more days. And all I wanted to do was make it to the holiday in one piece.

After we were done, the three of us got up and got dressed. Blessed as I was with a Y-chromosome, I finished first and headed downstairs while Belle and Isabela went to freshen up in the upstairs bathroom.

Unfortunately, Sam was no longer in the kitchen making brekkie. Given that neither Belle, Isabela, nor I had an early class on Tuesday mornings, we’d all slept in late, and I’d missed my ex-Head Girlfriend’s departure from the house. But it wasn’t the first time I’d done so, and I was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last. So I simply went straight to the dining table and sat down to join the girls who were still within the walls.

“Dia duit, Matty,” my Irish Head Girlfriend greeted me warmly.

“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I greeted her in kind, leaning over to give her a quick peck on the lips. She cradled my cheek and then caressed it with her fingertips when I pulled away, smiling a smile that told me her world was all the brighter now that we were together again.

And I wondered right then and there why I hadn’t spent the night with her instead.

The answer to my question sat right beside her. If Isabela was visiting, that meant that Luna was visiting as well. The comely brunette with the kind eyes behind delicate glasses smiled up at me, but there was no way I was going to try giving her a good morning kiss. Luna had made it clear that she was only interested in girls and would never share my bed. So whenever Isabela came to visit to get filled up with my thick manmeat, Luna was more than happy to keep my gorgeous redhead company, and that was perfectly fine by me. Naimh very much enjoyed Luna’s company, and anyone who helped make the ladies in my life a little happier without making any further demands of my already stretched-thin bandwidth was A-OK in my book. And when I greeted Luna politely, she greeted me politely in reply.

Eva sat directly across the table from Naimh and Luna. I knew she hadn’t spent the night here - generally preferring the comfort of her own bed. But she’d started to come over and join us for breakfast, which was a very welcome change. And although she smiled at my approach, I knew better than to try giving her a good morning kiss in front of the others.

Fold her in half and fuck her brains out in front of the others? Sure. On occasion. When the situation called for it and if she was in the right mood. But PDA and casual intimacy? No thank you. Still, Eva smiled up at me and said good morning to me in reply as well.

And she was prepared to answer what she already knew would be my first question.

“Lily’s still not ready to come back,” Eva informed me apologetically before I even asked while I took a seat at the head of the table between her and Naimh.

I sighed and nodded my acknowledgment of the statement. I really didn’t expect any different. Lily hadn’t moved out of her room at Mrs. Morris’s place or anything, so Eva still saw her and talked to her fairly regularly. But Lily hadn’t stepped foot in my house since leaving last Monday afternoon, hadn’t spoken with any of the other BTC girls (except for her roommate), and none of us had run into her on-campus at all.

“Is she still hanging out with her Cal Hawai’i Club friends?” I asked.

“As far as I know,” Eva replied with a shrug.

“Has she said anything to you about us?”

“Nothing new since yesterday.” Eva paused, pursed her lips, and reached out to my forearm and give it a reassuring squeeze. “But the stuff she said to me before still holds true. She misses you and Belle. She still cares about both of you.”

I nodded. “I know she does. We both still care about her.”

“She’s just trying to process everything that’s happening right now,” Eva continued. “Belle breaking up with her threw her for a loop and made her stop and question whether or not she ever really loved either of you in the first place, or whether she was just swept up in the infatuation of new love. It’s not easy moving what feels like halfway around the world to a brand-new place so different from home. Believe me: I know.”

I chuckled. “I believe you.”

Naimh leaned forward and chimed in, “It’s overwhelming: leaving behind your entire life and everyone you knew, to start over in a strange land where you don’t know anybody else. Finding The BTC was a lifesaver for me in high school. And Lily told me about being used to having a really big family back in Kauai, and then The BTC becoming her new family here in California.”

Eva nodded. “Lily’s still having a hard time separating her feelings of family from her feelings of love. Did she really love you and Belle? Or was she just attached to you both for being so welcoming of her when she first arrived? That kind of stuff. So she’s trying to put some distance between you for a little bit so she can wrap her head around it a little better.”

“I get it. I get it.” I sighed. “I don’t like it, but I get it.”

Eva squeezed my forearm again. Naimh rubbed my knee beneath the table. And even Luna gave me an encouraging smile. My stomach then growled on cue, which broke the tension in the air and made Naimh giggle. The next thing I knew, she was heaping food onto a plate for me while Eva poured me a glass of OJ.

A few minutes later, Belle and Isabela came downstairs. And as soon as Belle saw Eva, she asked, “Hey ... How’s Lily?”

Eva smirked at me before shaking her head. “You know, you two really should coordinate your arrivals so I only have to say this stuff once. I don’t like talking, remember?”

“You can explain it all to her, Matty,” Naimh chimed in. “The rest of us gotta get to class. Bye, luv.”

“See you later,” I replied, puckering up to receive her peck.

Luna and Eva said their goodbyes as well and followed Naimh out the door. I settled in and summarized Eva’s already-brief update on Lily to Belle and Isabela as they started eating their breakfast. Once the meal was over, I collected all the dishes, glasses, and silverware to stack them in the sink before taking the time to hand wash the frying pans and leave them in the open dishwasher rack to dry.

Out in the living room, I could hear Belle and Isabela giggling. When I emerged from the kitchen I found them snuggled together and grinning at me. And Belle had a rather wicked gleam in her eye.

I arched an eyebrow inquiringly.

Isabela, clad in a fetching, form-fitting V-neck sweater and jeans so tight they looked spray-painted on, crooked a finger to me. She let out a dramatic sigh and murmured, “Three beautiful, sexy, horny teenagers with no early-morning classes. Whatever shall we do?”

A man’s work is never done.

“Well look what the cat dragged in...” Skylar drawled when she opened her apartment door for me, having to jerk it open against the tight doorframe. She was clearly expecting me as it had now become standard operating procedure for me to come spend my lunchtime at her apartment on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

I raised both eyebrows. “Do I really look that bad?”

Skylar shrugged. “Haggard. Slouching. Haven’t shaved in a couple of days. Hair’s a mess. Bags under your eyes. And you misaligned your shirt buttons.” She gestured at my shirt before smirking and then turning around to walk back inside.

I blinked and glanced down at myself. I’d worn a no-wrinkle long-sleeved button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows, and indeed I’d misaligned the buttons. Realizing that they’d been misaligned half the day already, I also went ahead and double-checked that my fly wasn’t open.

“Sorry,” I muttered while following her into the apartment and then closing the door behind me.

“Whatever are you apologizing to me for?” she asked with a light smirk as she headed for her sofa. “But don’t fret so much about your appearance. A lot of college students look just like you around this time of year, what with finals around the corner, gloomy weather, and no longer feeling the fresh excitement of going off to college. Besides: I like the scruffy look, and you’re still totally bangable.”

My eyes went wide at that last part, and I felt myself going pale. For as many times as I’d idly fantasized about finally hooking up with the gorgeous honey-blonde bombshell and repeatedly pulverizing her pussy with my powerful prick, I did NOT feel in any kind of shape to do so at this moment without completely embarrassing myself.

Skylar snickered. “Oh you poor thing. I’m not trying to scare you!”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not scared. I’m just ... I’m really ... I’m really tired right now. And I’m afraid I would only be a disappointment to you.”

“Relax, Matty. That’s not our relationship.” Skylar then reclined against the sofa’s backrest, crossed her legs, and set one arm atop her upraised knee. “With that said, what on God’s green earth are those girls doing to you, that the merest hint of you having sex caused such a reaction?”

I sighed and waved her off while setting my takeout bag on the dining table and dropping heavily into a chair. “I’m really just tired overall. Finals around the corner ... gloomy weather...”

“A half-dozen big-titted babes constantly asking you for sex.”

I gave her a rueful grin. “You’re not wrong. I told you Eva’s started joining us for BTC group Fridays. Sam spent an old-fashioned ‘Sam Saturday’ with me, which was really nice. And while Belle definitely misses Lily, she seems to have immediately buddied up with Isabela.”

“Belle and Bella.”

“Don’t call them that. They hate that. We’ve tried ‘Izzy’, but she really does prefer to be called by her full name.”

“Noted.” Skylar shrugged. “And Neevie?”

“There’s a reason why I used to call her Nymphomaniac Neevie. That said, she’s thankfully been a little less demanding of my services lately. Spends all her time doing cosplay with Luna.”

Skylar laughed. “I know. Yesterday it was all ‘Luna this’ and ‘Luna that’.”

I grinned. “I’m glad she’s happy.”

“You aren’t jealous?”

I frowned. “Of Luna? Hardly. Neevie’s happy to have finally found a friend. You know how she is.”

Skylar sighed and nodded. “I do.”

“But Neevie’s not falling in love with the girl or anything.”

“Noted.” Skylar arched an eyebrow. “Just making sure though: Luna’s girlfriend doesn’t seem to mind?”

“Apparently not. If anything, I would’ve thought Luna might be jealous about Belle. But so far, I haven’t noticed any hard feelings in either direction. And then of course, Belle and Isabela seem dedicated to trying to turn me into a desiccated husk all-day/every-day, including this morning.”

Skylar smirked. “Isabela’s quite the nymphomaniac, isn’t she?”

“You have NO idea,” I groaned, letting my head loll back for a moment. “I mean, I thought Neevie was perpetually aroused, but this girl takes it to a whole other level. I mean, one could argue that she doesn’t actually have sex with me any more than any of the other girls. It’s just that she’s only around one or two days a week, and--”

“--and then tries to cram in a week’s worth of sex into one or two days?” Skylar finished for me.

I gave her a weary smile. “Pretty much.”

“That seems efficient.” Skylar shrugged. “I can’t argue with the girl’s sense of time-management.”

I snorted and shook my head. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m feeling pretty sexed out at this point.”

Skylar’s eyes popped. “Seriously?”

“You try regularly satisfying six perpetually horny girls all day, every day.”

“No thank you. I didn’t sign up for that,” Skylar said with a laugh. “Although, are you still counting it as six? Is that your continued hope that Lily will return, or did something happen with Luna you haven’t told me about?”

I winced and sighed. “Continued hope, I suppose. Nothing’s ever gonna happen between me and Luna, and I’m perfectly fine with that.”

“Because she doesn’t meet The BTC’s cup-size requirement?”

I snorted again and waved her off dismissively. “You’ve got a better chance of sleeping with Luna than I do. I don’t have the right equipment.”

“You don’t have the right equipment? I think Isabela would beg to differ.”

“Isabela doesn’t need to beg for anything. She demands, and she’s quite demanding at that.”

Skylar arched an eyebrow and gave me an appraising look. “Has it ever occurred to you that you’re allowed to turn her down?”

I blinked. “What?”

“I mean it: Have you seriously never thought of saying ‘no’?”

I chuckled and immediately shook my head. “Never for a second. I love these girls.”

“Does that include Isabela? Do you also love her? The last time I asked, I thought you said that after a promising start full of chemistry, your relationship with her never really took off.”

“It didn’t. Isabela’s made clear she’s just using me for sex. Don’t get me wrong: she’s gorgeous and sexy and it’s ... it’s fun.”

Skylar smirked and parroted, “I smell a ‘but’ coming...”

I chuckled and finished, “But it’s pretty mechanical. Feels like I’m just going through the motions, you know? There’s nothing emotional between us. There’s no ‘there’ there.”

“If that’s the case, then why don’t you turn her down?”

“It’s not that simple. She’s always with Belle, for one thing, and it’s not like I’m gonna turn down Belle.”

“Why not?”

I waggled my head. “Well ... I suppose it’s more that I’d never let myself fail the girls. I’m the only one with ‘the right equipment’, for one thing. And I’d never want them to go looking elsewhere for some other dude to provide them with the right equipment, you know?”

“You wouldn’t be failing the girls if you wanted to take a break every now and again,” Skylar reasoned. “Any girl who would cheat on you over your occasional need to take a break wouldn’t be a girl worth keeping in the first place.”

“I know, I know.”

“Your words say, ‘I know’,” she said dubiously, “but I don’t think you really do. And you were the one who just brought up fearing the girls would go looking for some other guy if you somehow ‘failed’ to please them.”