Chapter 42: Tempted

“And then what happened?”

I knitted my eyebrows and frowned at the overly eager expression on Belle’s face, like that of a delighted schoolgirl who’d just been told she could open up her Christmas presents early, as she knelt atop the couch cushion to my left practically hopping in her seat.

“Obviously, he immediately accepted Skylar’s clear invitation to go into the bathroom and then fucked her brains out against the wall,” Eva drawled laconically, rolling her eyes as she slumped in the armchair with both legs thrown over the left armrest.

“Nothing happened,” I muttered seriously to Belle. “Of course I wouldn’t go peep at her through the crack. Did you seriously think I would?”

Belle pursed her lips and shrugged.

“I stayed where I was, ate my lunch, and then started doing homework,” I explained. “Skylar came out of the bathroom ten minutes later, we had a very brief conversation, and then she went back into her bedroom. When it was time for me to go to class, I went to knock at her open doorway and said goodbye, and then I left. That was that.”

“He passed her test,” Naimh drawled from her spot on the couch cushion to my right.

“Or failed it,” Belle sighed.

I rolled my eyes. “It wasn’t a test. The door latch didn’t catch right and popped open by accident.”

Belle snorted. “That wasn’t an accident.”

“Sure it was,” I insisted.

“No, it wasn’t,” Eva retorted, gesturing her agreement with one hand towards Belle. “A girl always knows whether or not her bathroom door is fully closed, if not locked. Especially when there’s a guy in her apartment.”

I frowned and mused on that.

“Do you honestly think she wanted him to come take a peek?” Naimh asked Belle.

“Don’t you?” Belle challenged. “You should know Skylar better than any of us, save Matty. Like Eva said: a girl always knows whether or not that door is closed. She’d just talked about needing a fuckbuddy for stress relief while simultaneously making clear that she appreciated having an emotional connection with him. She said, ‘You’re a good friend’. And then she went and left the bathroom door cracked on purpose.”

Naimh mused on that.

“Tell me you’ve never sauntered away from Matty, feeling his gaze on your ass,” Belle continued, her voice laced with innuendo, “and then left the bathroom door open for him to ogle you in the shower before coming inside to fuck your brains out against the wall.”

“Well ... yeah...” Naimh admitted with a toothy grin.

“So have I,” Belle added with an equally toothy grin. “Eva, have you done that for Matty yet?”

The hapa Hawaiian on the armchair blinked. “Well ... not yet.”

“But that’s NOT Matty’s relationship with Skylar,” Naimh put in. “We’re his girlfriends. We’ve obviously given him an open invitation to come ravage us as often as he can get it up. Skylar hasn’t.”

“Leaving the door cracked open after telling a guy you’re taking a shower sounds a lot like an invitation,” Eva muttered.

“Skylar knows Matty,” Naimh insisted. “She knows he’s not like other guys who would treat that as an explicit invitation to come join her.”

“Does she?” Eva asked skeptically.

“Well if she wasn’t sure before, she certainly knows it now,” Naimh stated confidently. “He didn’t go join her, did he?”

“He may not have joined her, but she doesn’t know whether or not he snuck a peek,” Eva hedged before fixing Belle with a saucy look and then intoning huskily, “I can totally imagine a hot, busty blonde babe like Skylar rubbing herself beneath the spray, getting an exhibitionist thrill imagining Matty was just outside, watching her through the crack.”

Belle giggled and fanned herself with one hand, clearly titillated. “I’d have loved to take a peek. Skylar owes me one anyway.”

“We all know YOU would’ve, but Matty wouldn’t take a peek, and he didn’t,” Naimh insisted. “He passed the test.”

“I still think Matty failed the test,” Belle disputed. “I still think Skylar wanted him to open the door, come in, and fuck her brains out.”

“If she’d wanted Matty to fuck her brains out, she would’ve just slid off the table into his lap and started making out with him,” Naimh countered. “Eva, back me up here. In the entire time before you two hooked up, you knew Matty would never initiate anything with you, yeah? Safe Matty? The guy who never pushes past a girl’s boundaries? But you ALSO knew that if YOU wanted to start something, he’d rise to the occasion and do whatever he could to make you happy, right?”

Eva blushed before admitting, “Well ... yes.”

“But Skylar didn’t do that,” Naimh pointed out.

“Not every girl is as direct as Eva when it comes to making a decision and going after what she wants,” Belle countered. “Most girls would test the waters a bit more, do some light flirting, try to make clear she’d accept if he made a move ... and then wait for him to make a move.”

“Skylar knows Matty will never make a move,” Naimh insisted.

“Would Skylar ever be able to make the first move?” Belle queried. “She’s clearly conflicted. Maybe she can’t get over the moral hump of choosing to change the parameters of her relationship with Matty. With a body like hers, I’m sure she’s used to guys coming after her all the time, and she’s never had to initiate before. Maybe she just likes to feel pursued.”

“Maybe she was simply trying to make up her mind about whether or not she can fully trust him,” Naimh ventured.

“Or maybe the door not latching really WAS an accident,” I suggested.

“Sorry, Matty. Not an accident,” Naimh told me kindly.

“Well actually ... maybe it could have been an accident,” Belle hypothesized.

“Wait, what?” I squawked while Naimh simultaneously exclaimed, “Wait, what?” as well.

“Maybe the latch DID pop open by mistake,” Belle elaborated. “Suppose Skylar noticed the door wasn’t closed but stopped herself from re-closing it. Suppose she simply felt so torn and couldn’t make up her mind that she decided to throw caution to the wind for a second and let the chips fall where they may. If Matty opened the door and came in, she’d figure it was meant to be and would give herself over to lust. And if he didn’t, it would mean it wasn’t meant to be, and that they should simply remain platonic friends.”

Naimh waggled her head. “Can’t say I haven’t occasionally entertained ‘letting the chips fall where they may’ as a way of absolving myself of guilt. Do you remember the Fourth of July barbecue in your back yard before Senior Year, Matty?”

I blinked and blushed, thinking back fondly on the memory. Naimh had been dry-humping me in Matty’s Chair with a little grin on her face, and I’d felt the strap of her bikini bottom get dislodged. I was rock-hard in my swim trunks, of course. The lusty redhead had stared at me with the kind of expression that made it abundantly clear she’d accept if I made a move on her ... and then she’d waited for me to make a move. My hands had been on her hips, and it wouldn’t have taken much adjusting to slip the waistband of my swim trunks down and get our working parts aligned. That moment had been the closest I’d come to losing my virginity up to that point, and I got the distinct impression that if I’d “accidentally” slipped into her, she would’ve loved it.

But after a deep breath, I sighed at the vivacious redhead. “In the end, nothing happened that day, same as today.”

Naimh shrugged.

“That was your one chance to nail Skylar,” Eva drawled with a teasing smirk. “And you missed it.”

I waved Eva off. “I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Skylar’s my friend. I would never risk our friendship on a half-imagined invitation that I’m still not convinced wasn’t a complete accident. And if I missed an opportunity, then I missed an opportunity. As far as I’m concerned, our relationship is better this way. And besides, I’m already getting more sex than I can handle.”

“I dunno...” Belle drawled, her eyes glittering as she rubbed my thigh rather suggestively. “I still think you could handle a little more...”

“B...”

“He’s grumpy,” Eva stated with a grin. “He really believes his relationship with Skylar is better this way, but deep down he knows he missed an opportunity to finally nail her and now he’s grumpy about it.”

I pursed my lips, muttering defensively, “I’m not grumpy.”

Eva winked at me before turning her waggling eyebrows to the girls and adding dramatically, “Fortunately, I think we ALL know the solution.”

I immediately held my hands up, “That won’t be necessary.”

“Ooh! Ooh!” Naimh exclaimed excitedly before suggesting, “Why don’t you slowly peel off your clothes one at a time and leave them in a trail going up the stairs before leaving the bathroom door wide open while you take a shower?”

The hapa girl snorted. “Sounds like a lot of work. Pass.”

“C’mon, you said you hadn’t done it for him yet,” Belle whined.

“I just said that wouldn’t be necessary,” I protested.

Eva rolled her eyes at Belle. “I think you want to watch me do a sexy striptease and then come masturbate in the doorway watching Matty fucking my brains out against the wall.”

Belle looked directly at Naimh. “She catches on quick.”

Naimh grinned and shrugged at Eva. “Fine. You don’t wanna do it? I’ll do it. That was your chance to get Matty to fuck your brains out against the wall, and you missed it.”

“Hey, hey, let’s not get crazy now. I’m all for Matty fucking my brains out against the wall.” Eva smirked before drawing her legs off the armrest and standing up. But then she made a face and sighed. “Do I really have to do the striptease, though? Can’t I just walk into the shower and have him come fuck my brains out?”

“C’mon, girlie. There’s a theme and everything here...” Naimh complained.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t feel... spontaneous,” Eva hedged.

“But it would certainly put him in the right mood,” Naimh encouraged. “I mean, look at him. He’s still grumpy, and a sexy striptease would be perfect for getting him into the right frame of mind.”

“Really, it’s not necessary,” I sighed. “Not that I wouldn’t be happy to fuck your brains out ... or your brains out ... or your brains out, but it’s been a long day and this conversation hasn’t exactly been the most stimulating.”

Eva momentarily grinned at the girls before fixing me with a predatory smile. “I think I’ve got a better way of making you feel ... stimulated.”

I sighed again and held my hands up. “I appreciate the offer, but--”

“C’mon, luv,” my Head Girlfriend intoned lasciviously. “I’ll even let’ya call me ‘Skylar’ while you’re poundin’ tha’ fat cock all the way up me backd--”

“That won’t be necessary,” I cut her off.

“Matty’s not that complicated. Let’s keep it simple,” Eva interjected, giving me an impish look and then waggling her eyebrows at the other two girls. “Much as I would like to have him all to myself in the shower, what’s the motto? One for all? No fancy themes or anything. The three of us just need to kneel side-by-side, give him a three-way blowjob while staring adoringly up into his eyes and shakin’ our big boobies at him, and then he’ll rise to the occasion and do whatever he can to make us all happy, right?”

Belle winked at Naimh. “Told ya she catches on quick.”

Naimh giggled and reached over to slap Belle’s knee. “And you thought she’d never fit in.”

The girls did end up giving me a three-way blowjob, staring adoringly up into my eyes and shakin’ their big boobies at me. I did rise to the occasion and do whatever I could to make us all happy.

And THEN we went into the shower so I could fuck their brains out against the wall.

It was nice. Really, it was nice. Any other man would kill to be in my position - and by position, I mean multiple positions having a wild-and-crazy foursome with no less than three beautiful big-titted babes.

I got to lay back and watch the girls literally spin Belle around and around in my lap like a top with my big dick skewering her from below. I banged Eva from behind while Belle cradled the raven-haired beauty’s head to her crotch. And I made love to the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen face-to-face, tangling our tongues together until Eva came over to sit on her face.

Eva was still sitting on Naimh’s face, bent over away from me so I could ogle her ass up-close. But then she leaned backwards over the length of the redhead’s body and planted her hands for support so that I could pull out of my Head Girlfriend’s red-tufted twat, aim a little higher, and skull-fuck the horny hapa Hawaiian girl’s upside-down face for a bit before pulling out and thrusting myself between her big breasts until I spooged all over her belly for Belle to lick up.

Finally, the four of us crowded into the upstairs shower – a tight fit (that’s what she said). I had boobs and butts crushed against me from every side. Hands were fondling. And Eva filled the pink shower pouf full of bodywash before sudsing it up and drizzling all of us in foamy bubbles.

And like I said: I fucked their brains out against the wall.

Finally, Eva was making out with Naimh right in front of me and Belle was buzzing the redhead’s clit while I fucked my Irish lass from behind. I then switched holes on the fly, skewering her sacred core.

I wasn’t completely sure if the girls were doing everything for me - to help distract me away from dwelling on “Skylar’s little test” - or if they were doing it for themselves just for fun. Perhaps they were even distracting themselves from thinking too hard about the situation. Had Skylar done it on purpose? Had it been an accident she chose to willfully ignore? Either way, how would she react? Was I overblowing the situation and the whole thing really shouldn’t be a big deal?

There would be no way of knowing ... not until the next time I could see her again.

In the end, I pulled out of my personal redhead’s rectum and the girls all knelt in front of me. Blowing a massive wad over the trio of smiling faces parked cheek-to-cheek-to-cheek right in front of me had done wonders for making my mind go blank for a while ... but just for a little while.

Only yesterday I’d told Skylar how great I felt, how my mental health had been much improved after coming to a better understanding of my relationship with Isabela. But now I felt like I was back at square one - angsty and unsettled - and for the rest of the evening I ... well ... I was pretty much just going through the motions.

I ate my dinner. I did my homework. I gave backrubs to the girls. Isabela and Luna came over to socialize, just as they’d promised. The house felt full of energy, and there were enough chatty girls around that nobody really needed ME to be a scintillating conversationalist. But even if I wasn’t the life of the party, I wasn’t a mood-killer either. I simply ... went through the motions. And at the end of the night, I was content to settle into bed with my redhead Head Girlfriend’s head pillowed on my chest.

I was staring at the ceiling when Naimh asked me something I didn’t quite catch.

“Hmm?” I asked distractedly.

“I asked if you were still thinkin’ about Skylar,” she said gently while idly scratching my chest with the fingernails of her right hand.

“Little bit.”

“Wishing you’d gone and joined her in the shower?” she teased.

I rolled my eyes and muttered, “No.”

“You sure? You trying to tell me you weren’t even tempted?”

“You know I’d never have gone in there.”

“I do know. The same Matty who let Sam park her pink nipple in his face but never reached out to close his mouth around it - he would never have gone to peek in through the crack to get his first glimpse of her spectacular naked body no matter how much he’s been dying to find out exactly how heavy those massive tits might feel in his hands, how sweet her pussy might taste on his tongue...” My girlfriend’s throaty voice trailed off for a moment while her hand slid down my chest and into my pajama pants, her fingernails now lightly scratching my rapidly engorging rod. And she purred into my ear before finishing, “ ... how hot and tight her buttery smooth asshole might feel wrapped around his thick cock.”

“Fuck, Neevie...” I groaned in obvious arousal before reaching down to grip her wrist just as she encircled my dick with her fingers. “But please ... please don’t.”

I looked down to find her emerald-green eyes shining at me, studying the sincerity on my face. I fully expected her to continue pushing my buttons, spinning another of her wildly imaginative erotic fantasies while steadily pumping my prick and getting us both so revved up we inevitably fucked the hell out of each other with utter abandon.

But she stopped and withdrew her hand from my pajamas. Pursing her lips, Naimh listened to my request, took a deep breath, and set her right hand down on my belly instead. She rolled back onto her left side, propped her head up with one elbow, and gave me a curious look.

“You can’t tell me you don’t wanna fuck her.”

“Of course I wanna fuck her, but there are very good reasons why I won’t. And the very first good reason is that SHE doesn’t wanna fuck ME.”

“Of COURSE she wants to fuck you.”

“Being physically attracted to me and actively choosing to fuck me are very different things. And for right now, she actively chooses NOT to.”

“Well that’s what we thought,” Naimh pondered, “but she DID leave the door cracked open for you though.”

“Thought you said that was a test? A test I passed by not peeking.”

The redhead waggled her red head. “I dunno. Belle’s theory about Skylar letting the chips fall where they may has me rethinking that assessment.”

“So now you think she WANTED me to go join her?”

Naimh’s eyebrows went up. “I think that in the same way I felt on that Fourth of July ... had YOU chosen to make the first move, she would’ve been ready and willing to accept you.”

I shook my head in the negative. “I don’t know about that. And in the same way -I- felt on that Fourth of July, if she wasn’t a hundred percent about doing something that would radically change the nature of our relationship, I wasn’t going to cross that line.”

“But if she WAS a hundred percent ready?”

“Don’t get caught up in hypotheticals. She wasn’t.”

“But if she was,” Naimh continued anyways. “If she’d slid off the table into your lap, shoved her tongue down your throat, and begged for relief while groaning how much she wanted to feel your big dick stretching her out in ways she’d never felt stretched before, you’d stretch her with your big dick, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d probably go into vapor lock, freeze, and internally scream, ‘Skylar’s kissing me! Skylar’s kissing me? Holy shit, Skylar’s kissing me!’”

My girlfriend giggled and waggled her head before conceding, “Okay, you’re probably right.”

“You were the one who said Skylar’s not really an equal. She’s older, wiser, and she keeps reminding us that we’re ‘just kids’ to her. I’d feel like a freshman dweeb getting kissed by the Cheer Captain, and really would probably freak out.”

“But you’d get over the initial freak-out. She’d keep on kissing you, you’d eventually calm down, and when she started peeling off her panties, you’d rise to the occasion and do whatever you could to make her happy, wouldn’t you?”

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “I don’t think I would, actually.”

Naimh arched an eyebrow and gave me a skeptical look. “I rather doubt that.”

“I’m serious. Even if Skylar started coming onto me, I’d stop her and say we needed to talk.”

“You’d actually stop in the face of a gorgeous, big-titted blonde begging you to fuck her? Forgive me, but your track record seems to indicate otherwise. Isabela ... Eva ... Lily...”

I took a deep breath to collect myself and then sighed while shaking my head. “My relationship with Skylar isn’t like any of those relationships - it’s unlike any other relationship I’ve ever had. When it came to the OG BTC girls, once The Rule got put to bed, both sides always knew we’d have sex if and when the girl chose to cross that line. Isabela was ... a unique circumstance driven mostly by you and Belle starting up an orgy and pulling me into it. Even then, I ultimately began to regret it somewhat, and only after sitting down and having a heart-to-heart with both Isabela and Luna did I finally start to feel better about where we stood with each other.”

Naimh waggled her head in reluctant agreement before stating, “What about Eva? I think she’s the perfect parallel for this thing with Skylar - in the sense that you’d seemed to have come to an agreement that your relationship would never be physical.”

“Eva ... convinced me otherwise,” I admitted. “Even so, she became a serious complication for all of us - and the whole situation could’ve easily gone sideways instead of working out. I’m not keen to repeat that with Skylar.”