Chapter 45: The Boiling Frog

Sam squealed at the sound of the door opening, and once again I instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth to silence her. A fat lot of good that would do us, given that we were alone in a darkened garage where the only illumination came from the dome lights spotlighting our butts.

The clomping sounds of high-heeled shoes striking the painted concrete floor echoed through the cavernous garage while we both froze in place like deer in headlights. A moment later, a figure stepped out from the shadows and into the light cast from the interior of the SUV behind us.

Sam yanked my hand down from over her mouth and exclaimed in relief, “Addie! How did you find us?”

“Charlie told me where you were.” The Pre-Law freshman was a pretty girl: slender with nice cheekbones, cunning eyes, and dyed-blonde hair with dark roots. She folded her arms across her chest and smirked at us. “He thought you were just talking, but somehow I knew you’d snuck off to have a quickie.”

“Umm, we didn’t actually plan this,” Sam stammered at first. But a moment later she visibly relaxed, smiled, and pushed herself off the Jaguar’s hood with both hands.

Meanwhile, I stood up straight, yanked my semi-hard sausage out from Sam’s tailpipe, and almost sheepishly tugged down the front of my shirt to cover myself. Despite my earlier internal assertion that I’d have nothing to be ashamed about should we get caught, it still felt pretty awkward to be standing there with my pants around my ankles and my ass hanging out in front of a girl I barely knew.

“Aww, looks like I got here a little too late to join in,” Adeline sighed while watching me bend to yank up my pants. “Seems like you two just finished. On the other hand, you DID always brag that Matty’s a machine who can get it right back up and keep going for hours.”

Sam likewise stood up and straightened out her dress. She glanced at me and winced. “Now’s probably not the best time...”

“Your fault for stirring up my interest.” Adeline sighed. “It’s not polite to keep teasing me if you’re never gonna let me find out for myself. You have NO idea how horny I am right now.”

“Shouldn’t be THAT horny,” Sam chided. “It’s not like you’re all pent up anymore. Especially after last night.”

That last sentence piqued my interest. Sam still hadn’t given me the details of what she and her Pre-Law friend had done, and my expression of clear curiosity caught Adeline’s attention.

“Wait, did you not tell him?” Adeline looked confused. “I thought you said you tell him everything?”

“She told me,” I interjected quickly. “We just haven’t had time yet for her to give me all the details.”

“Well I’d love to do a little show instead of tell,” Adeline suggested with a giggle. But then she let out a weary sigh. “But like you said: now’s probably not the best time. Your friends are looking for you, and they don’t seem particularly happy.”

“Ah, bugger,” Sam swore as if she’d completely forgotten about her little tiff with Naimh. Closing her eyes and grimacing while covering her forehead with both hands, she muttered three more times beneath her breath, “Bugger-bugger-bugger!”

Adeline stood back, her arms still folded, looking wistful. I caught her eyes yo-yoing down briefly to Sam’s hanging tits when the bustier blonde bent over to pull up her panties.

Sam stood back up with an audible squish, and she shot me a little smirk at the idea of my cum still soaking into her bowels. And despite initially freaking out a bit at the knowledge of our friends not seeming “particularly happy”, as Adeline had put it, my former Head Girlfriend held her head high and had a confident, poised demeanor about her.

“Not worried about Neevie being mad at us?” I wondered aloud.

Sam shook her head. “I’m good. I had a few minutes sitting out here by myself to think about what I wanted to say to her. I think I understand now why she got upset.”

I winced. “She might be even more upset when she finds out we had a quickie just now.”

“Nah,” Sam muttered dismissively, looking cool. “Sex was never the issue.”

“Then what IS the issue?”

“Simple.” Sam sighed and turned to look back at me. “Neevie’s jealous.”

I obviously wanted to know more about what Sam meant about Naimh being jealous, but knew we shouldn’t keep our friends waiting any longer. I figured Sam and I would go out to rejoin the others, then I’d suggest we collect our jackets from the “coatroom”, and then we’d head back to the house to discuss things “in committee”.

I figured wrong.

Adeline, Sam, and I emerged from the garage and went over to the bar where Charlie was attending to other guests. But an idea popped into my head, and I grabbed Sam’s hand, leading her out onto the back deck. In the days before any of us had gotten cell phones, we’d all drilled into our heads the need to rendezvous back at the place we’d all last been together. So I walked over to the railing and looked down over the edge at the fire pit, and sure enough, Isabela, Luna, and Eva were all standing there in a group.

That said, we did now have cell phones, and I pulled mine out to see missed calls from both Belle and Naimh. I glanced at Sam and suggested, “I’ll call Neevie and you call Belle?”

My blonde girlfriend nodded and fished her phone out of her purse while we headed down the stairs onto the patio and rejoined the other three girls.

Naimh picked up after the first ring. “Matty? Where are you?”

“Sam and I are heading to the fire pit.”

“Be right there.”

“Is Belle with you?” I asked.

“No, she went looking for you guys outside.”

“Okay, Sam’s calling her.”

Naimh hung up the phone without saying anything further. I assumed she was on her way. And ten seconds later, Sam hung up her phone and told me Belle was returning as well.

Isabela, Luna, and Eva were all seated on one of the couches, but Isabela stood as soon as we approached. She went to Sam for what looked like a hug but paused just short of an embrace to sniff Sam’s neck. Pulling back with a saucy grin, the lusty Latina giggled, “Smells like somebody did some - what did Neevie call it? - oh, canoodling!”

“Belle’s gonna be miffed she didn’t get the creampie,” Luna muttered.

“Unless it’s still in there,” Isabela teased.

“Speak of the devil,” Eva remarked a split second before somebody slammed into me from behind, a pint-sized pixie wrapping her arms around my waist, and I raised both of my arms up in surprise.

“We’ve been over this. Mari’s Matty’s Angel, and you’re the Devil,” Belle cracked back from just below my left armpit. She then glanced up to meet my gaze when I looked down at her, and my ever-watchful ‘little sister’ warned, “Neevie’s mad.”

I blinked. “She literally ordered me to go away and catch up to Sam.”

“Yeah, well, that was one order she would rather you’d not obeyed.”

I blinked twice. “When in our entire history together have I NOT obeyed?”

“Oh, she’s not surprised you obeyed or anything like that.” Belle made a face. “But if you were ever to be disobedient for the first time, that would’ve been a good time to do it.”

I grimaced and sighed, rubbing my face.

“Be gentle with him,” Sam cautioned sympathetically. “He’s got a Y-chromosome. There’s no overcoming that kind of genetic defect.”

I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Belle. “What happened? What did you guys talk about while we were gone?”

But Belle was sniffing me, and then like a bloodhound she kept her nose against my midsection while circling around to the front of me and sniffing lower before popping up just short of actually parking her face in my crotch. “Did you?”

I blushed, my expression answer enough.

Belle’s eyes darted straight to Sam. “Tell me you didn’t swallow it.”

Sam smirked. “I didn’t swallow it.”

“Still have it inside you?”

“Belle, focus,” Luna warned. “Not the time.”

My horny ‘little sister’ sighed dramatically before pouting, her eyes rather wobbly. “Fine.”

“Sam!” a familiar voice suddenly called from up on the back deck. We all turned to find a flaming hot redhead standing at the railing, and by ‘flaming hot’ I mean that in more than just her physical beauty.

“Hey, Neevie,” Sam answered casually as she turned around and put her hands on her hips. “We need to talk.”

“I agree. Let’s go.” Naimh gestured with her head to the side.

Sam nodded and started back for the stairs, and I went with her. But Sam abruptly turned to face me and put a hand to my chest. “Oh, not you.”

I blinked. “What? Are we not all leaving? I figured we’d go home and do this ‘in committee’.”

“The rest of you can stay and explain things to Matty,” Naimh pronounced. “Sam and I need to hash this out one-on-one.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Sam agreed.

I gawked around at the other girls. “Am I the only one who doesn’t know what’s going on?”

“Are you the only one here with a Y-chromosome?” Belle asked rhetorically. And when I simply rolled my eyes, she went ahead and answered with a teasing smirk, “Then yes.”

By then, Sam had trotted up the stairs. Naimh’s lips were pursed and her eyes were cold. Sam’s jaw was set, but she looked confident and resolute. And then the two of them headed inside.

Belle folded her arms and pouted, “If Neevie ends up getting Matty’s creampie, I’m going to be quite put out.”

Eva arched an eyebrow and leaned over to Isabela. “How many drinks has Belle had?”

“Four,” Isabela muttered in reply. “That equals six scaled up for a normal girl’s body weight.”

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” I interjected, throwing my hands up.

“Simple,” Belle informed me with a drunken grin. “You’re the boiling frog.”

“So you know the old urban myth?” Belle began once we’d all re-assembled away from the crowd and over by the fence overlooking the city far below. The air was chilly away from the fire pit or the electric heaters and none of the girls had their jackets. But they all had flushed skin from drinking and nobody complained. Plus, I stood behind my Baby Belle and wrapped up the little one with no meat on her bones in a warm hug, just in case. “The one about putting a frog into a pot of cold water and then slowly heating it up.”

“The frog wouldn’t notice the water heating up and would boil to death, right?” Isabela queried.

“Right,” Belle confirmed. “That’s Matty.”

Every girl in the circle nodded their understanding, but I tilted my head forward to look down at Belle with a perplexed expression. “The last time we used that analogy, it was about me not realizing how bad our relationship was getting.”

Belle tilted her head back to look straight up at me. “Specifically, it was about you not realizing that I was starting to get jealous of your other relationships.”

That was the second time a girl had used the word ‘jealous’ around me within the last few minutes, and I frowned. “This would seem to be the part where you tell me that Neevie’s jealous of my other relationships, but that makes absolutely no sense. It didn’t make sense when Sam said it a few minutes ago, and it doesn’t make any more sense now. Neevie’s the least jealous girl in the entire BTC.”

“Hence your being the boiled frog. It happened slowly, over time, and you didn’t notice.”

“But what, the rest of you DID notice?” I raised my head and glanced around the group. “How come nobody told ME?”

Isabela pulled her head back. “Don’t look at me. I didn’t notice anything.”

“I don’t think we’ve been around long enough to recognize anything was amiss,” Luna added.

“The rest of us didn’t notice either,” Eva assured me. “So we’re ALL boiled frogs in that case.”

“I should’ve noticed,” Belle sighed and looked up at me again with an apologetic face. “I’m an idiot, and I’m a boiling frog. I let myself be blinded by Neevie assuring you and me that she would never be selfish about wanting you all to herself, that she would always prioritize keeping The BTC together over keeping you.”

I nodded my understanding. “Neevie has always insisted she’d make decisions based on what was in the best interests of the group.”

“She HAS always insisted that,” Eva interjected almost distractedly, standing a step back outside of the circle’s circumference over by the fence, half-turned to stare out across the city with her arms folded across her chest. “But sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants.”

I frowned as the calculus of what the girls were telling me arrived at only one possible answer. “Are you saying Neevie was lying? That she DOES want me all to herself?”

“Not all to herself,” Belle added quickly, squeezing my forearms around her. “She went out of her way to make that abundantly clear to us while you and Sam were...”

“Banging,” Isabela finished with a grin when Belle’s voice trailed off.

“I was gonna say ‘talking’,” Belle finished. “In Sam’s defense, I know she was upset as well. And since all of us were with Neevie, I don’t blame Matty for ... uh...

“For making Sam feel better,” Luna finished for her.

“Good way of putting it.” Belle grinned.

“We’re getting off-track again.”

“It’s not complicated,” Eva cut in, literally stepping back into the circle and holding her hands palms-up. “Neevie talked a good game about always putting The BTC first and doing everything she could to keep everyone in harmony.”

“Don’t try to claim all that was a lie,” I interrupted harshly. “Neevie’s done a great job of keeping everyone in harmony ever since she arrived, even back before you ever met her.”

“Not a lie,” Eva stated carefully, holding her hands up. “But times have changed. The situation’s changed. And most importantly, your relationship with her has changed. You made Neevie Head Girlfriend.”

“Belle made Neevie Head Girlfriend,” I pointed out.

“Neevie wanted to be Head Girlfriend. She’s a good Head Girlfriend. And she really does try her best to put The BTC first over her relationship with you.”

I sensed Eva’s next words before she said them, quoting back, “‘But sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants.’”

“She wants to be your wife someday,” Eva stated plainly.

“Neevie told you that?”

Eva nodded. “But she’s terrified that Sam’s going to win the prize.”

“Again,” Belle stated emphatically.

Eva frowned. “Again?”

Belle winced. “Sam’s always been competitive, and Neevie somehow always ends up in second place.”

“Not always,” I insisted.

“Often enough,” Belle sighed. “How many ‘firsts’ did Sam get with you? Who just took your V-card without asking?”

“I know Sam’s always been competitive and could sometimes get seriously upset whenever she lost. But Neevie always said those competitions were just in good fun and never really minded if she didn’t win.”

“I’m sure she’s always said that,” Eva chimed in, giving me a knowing look. “But sometimes people say things they don’t really mean.”

I smiled, thinking back on all the times Eva herself had said things she didn’t really mean. Eva herself smirked at the irony of her statement. But then I narrowed my eyes and sighed. “You’re trying to say that Neevie’s resolved to put The BTC’s greater good above her own selfish desires, but that she’s struggling with that resolve and feels guilty about it.”

“Actually, I don’t think she feels guilty about it at all,” Isabela spoke up. “The way she was talking to the rest of us, there’s no resolve to prioritize The BTC’s greater good anymore. Neevie wants to be your primary, Matty. Period.”

“She does,” Luna agreed. “That girl loves you more than anything. More than life itself.”

“And she’s terrified of Sam waltzing back into your life and taking the top spot just like that.” Eva snapped her fingers for emphasis.

“Again,” Belle added.

“Again?” I frowned. “When did Sam waltz back into my life and take the top spot before?”