Chapter 40: Chera

“I know where there’s an empty classroom we can sneak off to!”

Belle and I exchanged a quick glance while Isabela continued to grin with barely restrained eagerness. She pressed her crotch against my thigh and lightly dry-humped me right there in the plaza, clearly eager to get my big dick buried inside her as soon as humanly possible.

But I gently pried her off me, stating honestly, “Sorry, but I’m not gonna skip class, especially with Finals coming right up.”

Isabela pouted cutely, giving me the kind of adorable, doe-eyed expression guaranteed to make men’s hearts melt and instinctively feel obligated to immediately give her whatever the hell she wanted just for being pretty and needy. But I’d seen the same expression already a million times since middle school from all the girls around me, and although I still usually gave them what they wanted, in this case I had to shake my head and repeat, “Sorry.”

Rather than be miffed, though, Isabela giggled. “I think you’re just excited to see Skylar again.”

I blinked in surprise, having not really considered that, what with all the drama surrounding my conversation with Naimh and Belle on the walk over here. Besides, I’d just seen Skylar last Thursday.

“Or not. Hmm...” Isabela looked honestly perplexed. “Is something wrong? Is it me?”

“It’s not you; it’s me,” I replied immediately before internally groaning at my choice of words. “Long story. Weird day. C’mon, let’s get to class.”

Isabela sighed in resignation before turning to Belle with a refreshed smile. “Good to see you, Belle.” And then she stepped over to the petite strawberry-blonde for a warm hug and then a sweet kiss.

Belle happily kissed Isabela back, and after the two girls separated, she brushed her bangs behind her ears and smiled. “I’ll call you later, alright? We’ll meet up.”

“Looking forward to it!” Isabela replied before looping her elbow through mine. “¿Vamos?”

I smiled, patted her arm, and escorted her into the building.

The flirtatious dark-haired beauty liked to keep her hand on my thigh during class and every so often reach over to fondle my package. I was used to it and kept my focus on Professor D’s lecture, not reacting to her roaming hand. Isabela always seemed to take that as a challenge, though, getting progressively bolder about her actions. And today I waited until she started to unzip me before I finally grabbed her hand and moved it back onto my thigh.

Most days, she seemed content to flirt and tease a bit but otherwise paid reasonably studious attention to the lecture. But today the lusty Latina seemed in a particularly amorous mood - no surprise given her earlier suggestion to play hooky and go fuck in a classroom. And as soon as the professor dismissed us, Isabela wrapped herself around my arm, pecked my cheek, and looked ready to jump me right then and there in the lecture hall.

Fortunately, she didn’t. Instead she merely held my arm as we ascended the stairs together and exited the building. The most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved was waiting for us outside, my bubbly redhead bouncing up to me with a beaming smile and a happy “Matty!” exclamation. And she gave me a giddily warm, welcoming kiss as if we’d been apart for two days instead of less than two hours.

“Heyyy, Neevie,” Isabela greeted with a lascivious look and an innuendo-laced croon in her voice. “Wanna go home with us and have a nooner?”

Naimh blinked in surprise and then turned to look at me with a note of alarm. I knew she hadn’t forgotten this morning’s conversation about me feeling burnt out, and her expression turned apologetic. “Actually, our friends came to visit over the weekend and we kinda used hi--”

“You know what?” I interjected, hugging Isabela against my side. “Why don’t I take you home myself? Just you and me.”

Isabela blinked in surprise. Actually, Naimh blinked in surprise as well, but I kept my attention on Isabela, with the Latina looking at me and asking, “Just us?” while Naimh simultaneously chirped, “Just you two?”

I smirked at Isabela. “I know, I know: you love having a hot girl’s tongue on your clit while I’m buried inside you, but Neevie’s got class in an hour and I don’t want to make her rush back and forth all the way across campus.”

Naimh eyed me curiously. “You sure?” I could tell by her expression that she sensed I wanted to talk to Isabela by myself, which was something of a departure from this morning’s agreement to have her and Belle run interference.

“I’m sure,” I stated confidently. “Skylar’s gonna be hung up for a little while fielding questions the first day back after break. Why don’t you wait for her to get out, and then grab lunch together?”

My Head Girlfriend’s emerald-green eyes narrowed, but she read the confidence in my gaze and then shrugged. “Works for me. But don’t expect too much from him,” she added to Isabela. “I’m serious: we girls wore him out this weekend, and he’s been feeling pretty burnt-out. We like to joke that Matty’s a machine who can always rise up to the occasion when we need him to, but he’s only human.”

“I understand,” Isabela replied reasonably, glancing back and forth between me and Naimh with a curious look. She may have sensed there was an undercurrent of meaning between me and my Head Girlfriend.

Speaking of which, I gave my Irish girlfriend a reassuring look that told her I knew what I was doing, and with that she gave me one last peck on the cheek before removing her arms from around me. “See you after school, luv,” she told me sweetly, although I also read in her eyes, I’m expecting details.

I smirked and pecked her again. “See you later.”

Isabela and I walked hand-in-hand down the main walkways of the campus, heading back towards my house. But when we came to an intersection where I’d normally head straight, Isabela tugged my hand to the right.

“My house is that way,” I pointed out.

“But Luna’s class is that way, and I always pick her up after class,” Isabela replied with a smile. “You were right that I love to have a hot girl’s tongue on my clit while your big dick is buried inside me. This works out perfectly since Neevie couldn’t join us, plus she warned me to take it easy on you. So all you really have to do is lie there and provide the big dick, and Luna can focus on getting me off. Everybody wins!”

I blinked in surprise, caught off-guard by the sudden change in plans, and suddenly felt myself getting dragged along. But I quickly found my feet and followed, my mind racing for a moment trying to figure out how I wanted to adapt my current plan to account for Luna’s presence. My intention had been to try and talk to Isabela one-on-one. I wanted to make clear that while I appreciated her as a friend and occasional lover, I honestly needed to reduce the frequency of our encounters in order to keep from getting overworked. As Skylar had pointed out: I was allowed to say I needed a break. And I ultimately didn’t want that message to be coming from my girlfriends, lest Isabela feel like they were trying to crowd her out.

I reasoned that Luna’s presence shouldn’t really require a significant change in plans. Everything I wanted to say could be said in front of her, although I realized I had no idea how she might react. Isabela was outgoing and gregarious and wore her emotions on her sleeve. I figured the nymphomaniac Latina would get upset with me initially, and I’d mentally prepared myself for that.

But Luna? It was staggering just how little I knew about the enigmatically shy brunette. We’d simply never spent much time around each other, and although I knew the basic facts about her, I was simply too busy dealing with all the other girls in my life to really spend time trying to learn more.

“Do you really pick up Luna after every class?” I asked as I fell into step with Isabela once again.

“Well, not every class, but most of them,” she replied. “It’s really no different from the way Neevie always picks you up after E10. People like it when their friends make the time, don’t you think?

“Verdad,” I agreed with a smirk before arching an eyebrow. “How long have you two been together, actually? I mean, I know you went to high school together, but how long have you two been together-together?”

Isabela smiled. “Sometimes it feels like we’ve been together forever. First met in second grade. Bonded because both of our parents are from Honduras. I was always the outgoing one--”

“Surprise, surprise,” I drawled.

She laughed musically, continuing, “And she was always happy to follow along after me.”

“I can see that.”

Isabela shrugged and then smirked. “But I’ll bet you’re curious like everyone else. You want to know when friendship turned into...” The spicy Latina held up two fingers in front of her lips and then jammed her tongue between them, animatedly miming as if she were licking.

I snorted and grinned. “Well, I was more asking about when you two got together in a romantic sense, but I’ll settle for that.”

The gorgeous brunette shook her head as if I didn’t understand. “We’re NOT together in a romantic sense. We started licking each other years ago, but that was more teenage experimentation with a couple of best friends more than anything else. Luna and I call each other ‘girlfriends’ now, yes. But we’re not in love.”

I blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“Ella es mi chera. We’re close friends, and even lovers. But we’re not ‘in love’,” she explained.

“If you say so,” I muttered dubiously, thinking back over all the times I’d seen the two of them together: like the time Luna had tied Isabela’s hair back with an elastic band to help Isabela suck my dick; or that time when I’d more or less fucked Isabela’s brains out so that she was gasping and delirious, and Luna had cradled Isabela’s head in her lap, tenderly stroking her girlfriend’s sweaty forehead with an expression of infinite devotion on her face.

Isabela stopped walking for a moment and pursed her lips. I had already continued two more steps but held up, still holding her hand, and then turned to face her. She read my expression, exhaled slowly, and then shrugged.

“Let’s just say there might be a bit of a discrepancy between us on the whole ‘love’ thing,” Isabela finally muttered. “I know she’s in love with me. I know she wants me to love her back in equal measure.”

“But you don’t feel it.”

She pursed her lips but didn’t otherwise reply.

“Because you aren’t romantically gay?” I asked, thinking of Belle.

“It’s not that.”

“You simply don’t feel ‘that way’ about Luna?”

The dark-haired beauty’s eyes tightened, and she sighed. “It’s not that Luna isn’t worthy of love. And it’s not that she doesn’t mean anything to me - she’s my best friend and I’m happy to call her my girlfriend.”

“Then what is it?”

Isabela took a deep breath, sighed, and then started walking again while tugging on my hand. She gave me a dismissive shake of her head while staring forward, almost dragging me with her again. And only after we’d walked on another dozen yards did she finally mutter, “It’s not that she’s a girl. Boys ... girls ... I just don’t think I’m really built for love.”

I alternated eyeing her curiously and watching the walkway to make sure we didn’t run into anything, patiently waiting her out. I could tell Isabela had a lot on her mind and needed a moment to sort out her thoughts.

But as we kept walking and she continued to remain silent, I realized she wasn’t inclined to elaborate any further on the subject. I also realized that I didn’t feel close enough to Isabela to push her into continuing. My role in The BTC had always been my willingness to accept whatever the girls were comfortable with and never push their boundaries. While my relationships with the girls had certainly developed over time to the point where I WAS willing to push them a little bit here and there in situations where I thought it would be helpful, I wasn’t at that point with Isabela. Not yet, and perhaps not ever.

So I remained quiet. I remained patient. I simply squeezed her hand, walking together with Isabela in silence until we reached Luna’s classroom. And sure enough, Isabela’s girlfriend was waiting outside her building, standing up with a delighted smile at the sight of the woman she loved more than anyone in the world.

Oh, and at me.

Well, Luna didn’t smile at me. Rather, she arched an inquisitive eyebrow in surprise at the sight of me. But she shrugged and went with it, probably used to going along with whatever Isabela wanted. And she opened her arms to hug her girlfriend in greeting.

But Isabela still looked somewhat troubled, her expression pensive as she held Luna to her chest and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s slender body. But although Luna snuggled her nose into the crook of Isabela’s neck, I noted that Isabela herself was a little distant - staring off into space.

I also noted that Isabela no longer looked interested in tackling me into bed. Although that hadn’t been my intention, I HAD wanted to bring Isabela back to my house so that we could talk, not fuck. And so despite my initial concern that bringing Luna along would mess up my plans, I wondered if perhaps things had turned out for the best.

As soon as the girls released their hug, Luna blinked behind her delicate glasses at me and greeted, “Nice to see you, Matty.”

“You too, Luna,” I replied politely.

When nobody offered further explanations, Luna then raised both eyebrows while glancing back and forth between me and her girlfriend, asking me plainly, “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, right.” Isabela smiled, immediately perking up as if only then remembering that she wanted to tackle me into bed. “We’re picking you up to go have a threesome nooner at his place.”

“Now?” Luna looked surprised. “I know you’ve been jonesing to jump him, but I thought we were going over to his place after classes. Are Belle or Neevie even home?”

“No. Just the three of us. I couldn’t wait until this afternoon. But Neevie warned me to take it easy on him. She said their old friends came to visit over the weekend and wore him out. So I told him he just has to sit there and provide the big dick and let me use him.”

“While I do the heavy lifting of getting you off, as usual,” Luna said with a smirk. She then glanced at me, explaining, “This happens a lot, actually. Isabela’s got an insatiable appetite, and it’s normal for guys to wind up worn-out and just lay there doing nothing.”

“Hey! I had to satisfy seven girls all weekend,” I muttered defensively.

Both girls laughed.

“Well today, you only have to satisfy ONE,” Isabela pronounced, grabbing my hand before reaching out to Luna. “And you’ve got backup. ¡Es pan comido!”

With that, she started dragging us down the sidewalk.

It was a unique sensation for me to walk around campus in a triple while NOT being the meat in the sandwich, so to speak. Normally whenever I had two girls with me, I was in the one in the middle. But this time Isabela was clearly in the lead, even though I walked abreast of her. And when we hit the city streets with its narrower sidewalks, I went ahead and let go of Isabela’s hand to take a step back and let them continue together.

At least, that was the idea. But as it turned out, Luna likewise let go of Isabela’s hand and took a step back, looking over at me in surprise. I gestured for her to go ahead and take Isabela’s hand again, but then Luna gestured for me to go ahead and take Isabela’s hand again. And when neither of us stepped forward, Isabela simply rolled her eyes and started strutting off down the sidewalk, forcing both me and Luna to follow after her.

“You know you two can hold hands if you want,” Isabela teased over her shoulder, practically skipping.

Luna and I glanced at each other with wide eyes, and I immediately saw Luna’s expression coldly inform me, ‘Nope. Never happening.’

I smirked and shrugged in reply. I never did take Luna’s hand, but nor did I try to catch up and take Isabela’s hand. Instead, Luna and I merely walked side-by-side trailing after the outgoing brunette.

“So before we picked you up,” I said to Luna, “I was asking Isabela more about your relationship. It occurred to me that I’ve spent very little time with either of you just talking--”

“Instead of fucking?” Luna drawled with a smirk.

I shrugged and nodded.

“I’m sure Neevie and the girls have told you all the details by now.”

“Together since high school,” I recited. “You realized very early on that you were only attracted to girls, while she was attracted to pretty much everyone. Neevie told me about you two making a habit of hooking up with couples in relationships so that Isabela could have the best of both worlds without getting tied down with romantic complications, although there have been ... other ... complications.”

Luna snorted. “Guys kept falling for her and ignoring their girlfriends. But I don’t think we’re going to have that problem with you.”

“Not likely, no.” I looked ahead and called a little louder so that Isabela could hear, “No offense!”

“None taken!” she called back. “I LIKE that I don’t have to worry about you falling in love with me!”

“Isabela’s not really built for love,” Luna stated matter-of-factly.

“The exact same words she told me just before we picked you up.”

“Really?”

I nodded and gave Luna a look of concern, asking gently, “Does that bother you?”

“Does what bother me?”

I gestured forward. “That she’s not really built for love?”

Luna shrugged like it was no big deal. “I love her just the way she is. Feisty. Fiery. Fun. We’ve been together our whole lives. I’ve always known exactly who she is ... AND who she isn’t.”

“She’s your girlfriend.”

“She’s my best friend. We call each other ‘girlfriend’ because it’s easier to use the term than try to explain our unique relationship. Surely you can understand that, Mr. Belle.”

I smirked. “‘Mr. Belle’? That’s a new one.”

“Ella es mi chera.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Isabela said the exact same thing. What does the word chera mean? Anything like the French mon chéri for ‘my darling’?”

Luna shrugged. “Hondurans use the phrase for close friends - for ‘cherished’ friends. It doesn’t necessarily have a sexual connotation, so when she and I call each other chera in front of our parents, nobody freaks out. We cherish each other, but we’re not in love.”

“Are you built for love?”

Luna pursed her lips, and her eyes momentarily tightened. But she recovered quickly and shrugged like it was no big deal again, replying casually, “They say that you know it when you know it. And I haven’t known it yet.”

I gave her an apologetic look, but Luna quickly waved me off.

“I’m in no hurry to fall in love,” she insisted. “I’m a freshman student at Cal, still a teenager, with no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life besides doing cosplay. I mean seriously, if I could just be left alone all-day/every-day with my sewing machine I’d be happy for the rest of my life. But I know I’ll have to get a degree and get a real job to pay the bills. Cosplay is fun, but you can’t make money doing it.”

I waggled my head. “It’s too bad. I get the impression Neevie would love to be a professional cosplayer if it were a viable career.”

Luna smirked. “Neevie’s also got much bigger boobs than me. Girls with big boobs are always more popular than stick figures like me. I suppose it’s just as well that cosplay can’t be a career, otherwise I’d be tempted to get a boob job.”

“I love your pretty boobies just the way they are!” Isabela called over her shoulder.

Lune gestured ahead. “See, sentences like that are the only times I ever hear the L-word come out of her mouth.”

I smirked and shrugged.

“Anyways, I’ve got four years to figure that stuff out, you know?” Luna continued. “Figuring out a long-term career? Falling in love? Settling down? That stuffs soooo far off in the future as to not even be relevant right now to kids like us.”

I chuckled. “Can you help me convince Belle of that?”

Luna arched her eyebrows. “Is Belle actually pressuring you to settle down?”

“Not really,” I hedged. “But the topic has come up a little more often of late.”

Luna raised her eyebrows and started ticking off her fingers. “Belle, Neevie, Sam, Eva – everyone keeps mentioning Skylar - Lily’s still out there, and Isabela too? That doesn’t even mention the old friends who came to visit and wore you out, apparently. You’ve got a real-life harem going, and I can’t imagine you settling down and getting married anytime soon.”

“Neither can I.” I shrugged. “Much like you, I really just want to spend the next four years of college being a college student. We really do have lots of time to figure out all the rest of that stuff.”

“Agreed.” Luna smirked at me. “Just don’t go expecting me to join your harem. I’m not qualified, anyway. Not without getting a boob job.”