Chapter 48: Groupies

I thrust forward one final time, grunting my orgasm into my Head Girlfriend’s ear as a quart of spunk flowed out of me and into her sucking pussy. She dug her heels into my naked ass, tightening her arms around my back to pull me deeper as she felt the cum flowing out of my body to crash against her insides like waves cresting on the beach. The first wave would start receding only to be met by the second coming forth, and both our bodies twitched and humped together as I finished filling her up with my jism.

I collapsed, my limp body crushing her chest while she wrapped all four limbs around me to feel my heavy weight press her down.

And then she repeated what she’d told me this morning before we’d started making love.

“You belong to ME, Matty. You’re MINE,” Naimh insisted with heartfelt dedication. “And I won’t settle for anything less.”

“And you belong to me,” I murmured into her ear just before kissing it gently. “Mine.”

“I’m yours ... Forever yours...”

“For all eternity,” I growled, grinding my pelvic bone down to try and cram myself just a fraction of an inch deeper into Naimh’s saturated snatch. And she helped me out by clamping her arms and legs around me as well.

When my personal Irish redhead’s limbs finally relaxed, she sighed a dreamy sigh of contentment that spoke volumes more than simple orgasmic satisfaction. She wanted to be mine, our roots intertwined for all eternity, and I told myself to remember that she would need some reassurance of that every now and again.

For all her amazing qualities, Naimh had always felt a little bit insecure – and I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit I was responsible for some of that. I really would need to focus on doing anything I could do to help her feel more secure in our relationship, and I reminded her that she could best help me out by ‘squeaking up’ every now and again as well.

So we stayed interconnected like that for a long while, lightly kissing and nuzzling noses and whispering sweet little endearments. She beamed up at me once and muttered a cute, ‘squeak-squeak’, which earned her a brand-new makeout session. When she started to show signs of discomfort from keeping my heavy weight on top of her for so long, I supported myself on my knees and elbows while keeping my semi-hard schlong still embedded inside her. And it was only when she finally took a deep breath and silently tapped my shoulders twice that I finally withdrew and rolled over onto my back.

By then the dim echoes of a house full of people starting to wake up had started to filter through the bedroom door. The creaking of floorboards in the hallway told me that someone had gone into the upstairs bathroom. And I thought I could hear the droning whine of the range hood venting away oily air in the kitchen.

Naimh cocked her ears for a moment, sighed, and then leaned over to give me a peck before sitting up straight. I ogled her naked body rather wolfishly, my eyes ardently expressing my continuing desire for her even though I’d already blown my wad. She smiled appreciatively while I traced the pattern of her freckles up and down and all around. And when she crossed her arms over her breasts to hug herself and then turned her back to me, removing paradise from view, I pouted like a wounded puppy.

She gave me a coy look over her shoulder and turned back to face me, flinging her arms out to the sides while cheering, “Peekaboob!”

I cheered happily and promptly tackled her, burying my face between her boobs and gnawing on her nipples with my lips (and just a little bit of teeth) before kissing my way up her chest to start up another snogging session.

But eventually it was time for us to get up, get dressed, and get on with our day. True, it was still the weekend; but we all had Finals coming up. Naimh and I both finally rolled out of bed. And although I was blessed with a Y-chromosome, rather than get myself cleaned up and out the door first, I stayed with Naimh until she was ready to head downstairs with me together.

Sam was in front of the gas range making brekkie, scantily clad in nothing but one of my t-shirts that just barely managed to stretch around her expansive bosom and rode high enough in the back to expose some serious butt-cleavage. She turned to smile at us in greeting. “Good morning! How are you both feeling?”

Naimh smirked and replied merrily, “Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!”

Sam grinned and looked at me. “I’ll take that to mean you two patched things up?”

“Nothin’ to patch up,” Naimh replied affably while hugging herself against my side.

“Well, I dunno ‘bout that,” I drawled while squeezing my Head Girlfriend close. “But I think we both feel better this morning than we did last night.”

Naimh nodded her agreement. “We had a productive conversation.”

“And then Matty fucked your brains out,” Sam drawled.

“And then Matty fucked me brains out,” Naimh confirmed as she slipped out of my grasp and went to take the spatula away from Sam. “I’m good now, so ... Tag! You’re it!” She emphasized the last by slapping Sam’s butt and then practically shoving the blonde in my direction.

Sam stumbled into my arms, and although I happily hugged her, my stomach growled on cue.

“I changed me mind,” Naimh laughed while gesturing with the spatula. “You two can talk after we’ve fed the beast.”

I immediately groaned. “Feeding the beast, great. But after that, more talking?”

“Price you pay for dating more’n one girl,” Naimh remarked dryly.

“I’m with Matty on this,” Sam sighed wearily. “More talking? I think he and I were pretty much on the same page last night. It was you we were both worried about.”

“Yeah, you two keep tellin’ yourselves that. But as Head Girlfriend, I’m decreeing that you two need to try again and actually tell the truth this time, yeah?” Naimh gave us both a scolding look and then held my gaze a few extra beats. And when I opened my mouth to start defending myself, the redhead waggled the spatula reproachfully. “Squeak-squeak.”

I merely chuckled while Sam looked perplexed, quoting, “‘Squeak-squeak’?”

“Matty’ll explain.” Naimh grinned, adding, “And then you get to have him fuck your brains out.”

Sam snickered and hugged herself against my side. “Okay fine. After we eat.”

While Naimh’s Irish constitution apparently rendered her immune to hangovers, the rest of the girls in the house weren’t so lucky. I learned that Sam and Belle had spent the night together in Belle’s room, and when Belle came downstairs all groggy and hungover, it was clear she was still suffering the aftereffects of all the cocktails she’d consumed (multiplied by 1.5 scaled up for a normal girl’s body weight, of course). Isabela and Luna had spent the night in Naimh’s room. Luna hadn’t done as much drinking as the others, but she was still pretty bleary-eyed. Isabela was probably the best off, mustering up a sunny smile and proclaiming that the best part of being in a group like The BTC was that she could show her face the next morning with no makeup and hungover without feeling self-conscious about it.

Eva, on the other hand, was still asleep after crashing in Sam’s bedroom alone. I wolfed down my breakfast and then ate a second plate’s worth as well (I needed to replace a lot of calories after last night’s orgy). And although I was content to wallow in my chair at the dining table patting my well-filled belly, Naimh nudged my arm and suggested I go check in on the still-slumbering hapa girl.

“We all know yours is the face she’ll want to see first thing after a night like last night,” my Head Girlfriend advised sagely.

I nodded, covered my mouth just in time to cover a burp, and then pushed my chair back. I silently padded over to Sam’s closed bedroom door, tested the knob to make sure it was unlocked, and then quietly cracked open the door to peek inside.

Eva was still asleep on her side, her left arm beneath the pillow, her right palm flat on the mattress in front of her face, and her right leg bent at the knee. I smiled at the peaceful expression on her face and then slipped into the room, taking care to close the door quietly behind me before the sounds of the girls outside woke her up. Even with the door closed I could still hear them, but at least the sounds were muffled background noise instead of anything that would disturb Eva’s slumber.

I silently raised the bedcovers and slipped into a spooning position behind the leggy, raven-haired beauty. She’d come prepared to crash overnight and was dressed in a casual sleep shirt and pajama pants. And I wrapped her up in my right arm as if she were my personal teddy bear while propping myself up on my left elbow so I could gaze down at her pretty face.

Eva shifted slightly in her sleep at my unexpected presence, stiffening just a bit as her eyebrows furrowed. But a moment later, she hummed rather happily and raised her right arm to trap my right arm against her chest, hugging it like it was her personal teddy bear. Her eyebrows relaxed. The corners of her lips curled upwards a bit. But her smile soon faded away once more as her breathing slowed and steadied and her lips slacked back to a neutral position of peaceful slumber within my safe and loving embrace.

I very nearly fell asleep again myself. I obviously loved cuddling with the girls, and I felt comfortable enough doing so to remain spooned up behind one girl or another all night without needing to roll the other way or anything like that. But I felt slightly different emotions when doing so with each of the different girls.

Naimh was my Head Girlfriend and primary partner, and even in the non-sexual moments I couldn’t help but feel raw carnal lust for the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen. I felt like I was always on the verge of popping a woody to hot-dog within her buns, and my hands were drawn to her breasts like magnets. Even after cumming gallons and completely emptying my balls, nestling up to her incredible body always made me feel like my balls could manufacture just one more round.

Belle would forever be my “little sister”, and I always surrounded her tiny body within the shield of my larger bulk so that “big brother” would always protect her from the world.

Sam, I had come to miss whenever she was gone, and I really did treasure every moment she spent in my arms as precious crumbs I needed to savor, just like Naimh had said. Spooning with my Aphrodite was close to heaven, and I wished I could remain in that blissful state of tranquility forever.

I actually couldn’t remember cuddling in my sleep with Isabela, even after our chera/chero conversation. The few times she’d spent the night in my bed, she’d done so mostly with me spooned up behind Belle (or that first night I’d spent cuddled with Eva as my teddy bear). So I really didn’t have any established set of emotions to think about.

Then there was Eva.

What we shared wasn’t love: of that she’d gone out of her way to make clear. Yet I couldn’t say I entirely agreed with her. The last time I’d been in this position: spooned up behind the aloof hapa Hawaiian girl as she slept, had been the morning after the full story of what had happened between her and Kai had finally come out. I could still remember the way she’d cried herself to sleep on my shoulder. I could still remember the unexpected warmth of her unexpectedly brown irises when she stared at me with a complex mixture of hope, passion, and ... well... love.

And then we’d made love.

Like I said: Eva had gone out of her way to make clear that she wasn’t in love with me. She said she knew what real love was, and that what we shared wasn’t it. I didn’t necessarily disagree with her, but nor could I say I agreed. We weren’t “just friends”, but she wasn’t one of my official girlfriends. We were lovers, but both of us insisted there weren’t any romantic feelings between us. Our relationship was, in a word: complicated.

I didn’t love her in the way that I loved Naimh, Belle, or Sam.

But I still loved to hold her just like this in a way I’d never felt remotely tempted to do with Isabela.

I didn’t feel a need to spend more overnights one-on-one with her at the expense of overnights spent with one of my three official girlfriends.

But I still found myself yearning to have Eva open her eyes in the morning and look at me much the same way she’d looked at me that same way as before.

In my heart: Eva was officially BTC.

Forever.

As much as my girlfriends were. As much as Alice, Mari, Holly, or Zofi.

Forever.

She would be one of the most important people in the entire world to me.

Forever.

And I suddenly found myself with a deep-rooted need to make sure Eva understood that.

But that need would have to get fulfilled later on. For now, I wanted to let her sleep. She’d had a long night full of drinking and physical exertion. So had I. Well, I hadn’t been drinking, but the physical exertion part was definitely true.

So I set my head down on the pillow just behind hers. Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her jet-black hair and smell her sweet fragrance. I exhaled slowly, quieting my mind from all my pondering and idle thoughts. Instead, I let myself soak in the warm and fuzzy feelings I felt from holding my personal teddy bear in my arms...

... and feeling her hold onto my arm.

And then I slept.

Nothing tickled my balls, and I didn’t jerk awake.

No stray beam of sunlight woke me up.

Rather, it was a combination of different things that stirred me from my slumber: the slightly different support of Sam’s bed and pillows, the warm midday illumination in the room, and especially the sounds of feet trying (unsuccessfully) to silently pad across the hardwood.

When my eyelids opened, I found myself a little disoriented in the unfamiliar confines of Sam’s bedroom, and the only slightly-more-familiar feeling of being spooned up around Eva. She continued to hold my arm against her chest like it was her personal teddy bear, still lost in the world of unconsciousness for now.

I said before that I felt slightly different emotions when waking up spooned behind each of the different girls: carnal lust for Naimh, big brother protectiveness for Belle, and enjoy-it-while-I-can bliss with Sam. This morning I felt a mixture of all three for Eva. Despite the previous night’s physical exertions (AND this morning’s), I felt carnal lust with a throbbing morning wood that tented my pajama pants and nestled into the crack of Eva’s buns. I felt an instinctive need to protect Eva against a world that had wronged her. And I felt the need to enjoy this quietly intimate moment for as long as I could before the aloof, often emotionally closed-off girl took a step back to re-state her insistence that what she felt for me wasn’t love.

Unfortunately, I knew I wouldn’t be able to quietly enjoy the moment forever, on account of the owner of those (almost) silently padding feet. I turned my head slightly towards the footsteps and then smiled sleepily at the buxom blonde tiptoeing around her own bedroom, still scantily clad in my t-shirt that just barely managed to stretch around her expansive bosom and rode high enough in the back to expose some serious butt-cleavage.

Sam froze in place and winced with an apologetic look for waking me. I tried to give her a reassuring smile and gesture for her to continue – most likely to fetch some new clothes from her dresser. But in my drowsiness, I’d momentarily forgotten that Eva held my right arm like it was her personal teddy bear, and I unfortunately jostled her a bit.

Then it was my turn to freeze and wince with an apologetic look for waking Eva up as she turned her head to look back at me over her shoulder. But rather than be upset, the lovely hapa beauty gazed back at me with warm, contact-free, open brown irises. And she favored me with a genuinely happy smile that seemed to cross her lips only on rare occasions.

I felt a distinct urge to kiss her, and she seemed similarly inclined as she twisted in my embrace to turn and face me. But just as she started to do so, she grimaced in obvious pain and then raised a hand to her left temple, pressing on it as if she could physically mute the throbbing in her head. I was immediately reminded of the last time we’d all gone to Lincoln’s house for a party and Eva had woken up with one helluva hangover, and any feelings of carnal lust immediately vanished.

“You okay?” I asked with obvious concern, keeping my volume down so as not to aggravate her headache.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered quietly as she turned to face forward. And a moment later, she stiffened in surprise and muttered, “Sam!”

“Sorry...” the blonde muttered. “Didn’t mean to wake you guys.”

“It’s your room,” I stated diplomatically.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me crash here,” Eva added, still rubbing her temple. “Good lord I drank too much. You’d think I would’ve learned my lesson after last time.”

I chuckled. “Would’ve learned that you can’t quite keep up with Neevie?”

“None of us can keep up with Neevie,” Sam laughed lightly as she sat down on the side of the bed. “Although we ALL certainly seemed to be trying last night.”

“Certainly seemed that way to me,” I conceded while giving Eva’s shoulder a rub, teasing lightly, “Though all the other girls are already up and about while you’re in here squeezing your head.”

Eva gave me a wry grin and observed, “You think I went a little overboard last night.”

“I think you were enjoying yourself,” I said with a shrug. “So what if you went a little overboard? You did so within the safety of our house, and so long as I keep getting to hold you in my arms every time you get wasted drunk and have a hangover the next day, I’ll call that a ‘win’ in my book.”

Eva chuckled, which unfortunately made her wince and grab her temples again with one hand: the tip of her thumb on one side and the tip of her middle finger on the other.

“You are happier when you’re drunk,” Sam noted encouragingly. “Freer. More relaxed. Not that I want you to turn into an alcoholic needing the crutch or anything like that. But when we were all at home together safe and sound, there’s no real reason NOT to cut loose and enjoy yourself.”

“I suppose I do feel happier when I’m drunk. I get out of my own head and just enjoy myself rather than think too hard about what I’m doing or what it necessarily means.” Eva glanced up at me and added softly, “For example: I let myself enjoy sexual pleasure and stop worrying about whether or not what I’m doing makes me a lesbian.”

My eyes sharpened as I looked down at her. “Wait, you worry about being a lesbian?”

Eva waggled her head, which unfortunately made her headache come back again, and she had to press down on her temple again, grumbling, “Ugh. Bad idea: moving my head too fast.”

Sam grabbed a little bottle of ibuprofen from her desk drawer and poured out two pills. “Here. Swallow these.”

Wincing, Eva accepted the pills, popped them into her mouth, and swallowed them dry.

Sam gave her a maternal look. “Why don’t I get you some hot tea with honey or something?”

“No, no. It’s alright.” Eva waved her off, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, trying to soothe away her pain.

Sam and I waited her out, letting her rub her temple while I stroked her spine. Sam sat back down. And eventually, Eva started to relax again.

“Clearly I’m not a lesbian,” Eva began, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “I love feeling you pound me with your big dick too much to ever worry about that. Still, I grew up being taught that girls aren’t supposed to have sex with other girls.”

“Really?” I queried. “Lily told me that gays and lesbians were widely accepted in the islands. She gave me a little history lesson about aikane.”

“Well yeah, the islands are pretty chill about the whole LGBT thing,” Eva conceded. “But I was born in Japan and my dad is really conservative.”

“Really?” My eyebrows popped. “I didn’t know that.”

Eva nodded with a wince. “He would freak the fuck OUT if he found out I was having sex with other girls.”

Sam smirked. “Well then, I won’t tell him we’re banging if you won’t.”