Chapter 4: Leeloo

“What up, bitches?!?”

The effervescently energetic teen girl wearing a black beret over her vibrantly orange hair - like Leeloo Dallas orange - stood on the front porch with both arms thrust up into the air. She was dressed in a white tank top that featured prominent protrusions where her erect nipples were flashing headlights at me, an orange mini-skirt, and black combat boots. And she gave me a saucy look that plainly said, ‘I’m here to fuckin’ mount you.’

Oh, were you not expecting Holly? Yeah, neither was I, but the only NBG who hadn’t flown off to college still lived at home (only an hour’s drive away) while attending San Jose State, so it made sense that she’d be available to stop by The BTC’s new digs every now and again.

But as much as I might’ve wanted to, I didn’t dare hope she’d become a frequent visitor. Throughout the entire time that I’d known her, Holly had been a social butterfly who changed cliques as often as she changed her hair color, which was pretty dang often. She was quick-witted and outgoing, the type who could walk up to random strangers at a party, breezily strike up a conversation, and leave them fifteen minutes later feeling glad they came and wishing she’d stayed. It helped that she was really, really pretty: possessing a fit figure furnished with a pair of firm 34D tits that she was always showing off. The last time I’d seen her at our little farewell party for the three departing BTC girls with Zofi starting orientation and Alice and Mari leaving a little early to set up their new pads, Holly had said she was already making plenty of new friends and was happy with her new social order.

Like I said, though: I wasn’t expecting her. Sam, on the other hand, seemed to have been expecting her, because my blonde girlfriend squeezed me against her side, pecked my cheek, and squealed excitedly, “Surpriiise!”

I briefly gawked at Sam while she clearly enjoyed my shell-shocked expression, but then immediately returned my attention to Holly as she bounced right up to me.

“Hiii, Matty...” the orange-haired girl flashed me a sparkling white smile that made me fall in love with her all over again as she seductively sashayed through the doorway, wrapped her arms around my neck, and then planted a ferociously passionate kiss right on my lips, moaning in rapturous delight. And when she pulled back a minute later, her lower lip quivered oh-so-cutely while she bowed her head and murmured seductively, “May Personal Slut please have Master’s big dick plunging in and out of all three of her tight little holes tonight? Pretty please?”

She then grabbed my thickening package right there in the doorway, rubbing it aggressively while leaning in to bite my ear and gnaw on it hungrily. And all I could groan in response was, “Ohhh, fuck yeah...”

Giggling, Holly grabbed my hand and started dragging me down the hallway before making a hard right turn and then racing up the stairs. I followed her tight, round ass encased in that orange miniskirt up each of the treads, already imagining all the raunchy, depraved things I was going to do... to her.

And it was only after I slammed the door behind us, grabbed my ex-girlfriend around her waist, and vaulted us onto the bed that I realized Lily had yelped something from the living room as Holly and I were hustling upstairs, “Who the hell was THAT?”

And Eva had immediately replied in a sardonic tone, “I believe she said her name was ‘Personal Slut’.”

Personal Slut made little “glug, glug” noises while I pounded my way in and out of her throat. She stared up at me with scintillating hazel eyes, her elbows pointed out to the sides and both hands atop her orange-haired head. I kept my left palm atop her hands to keep them pinned, although she certainly could’ve pulled them away if she really wanted. My right palm cupped the back of her head as a handhold to repeatedly yank her face towards my thrusting pelvis with every deep-dick plunge.

The sight was so intoxicatingly erotic that I felt my control slip for a moment and I nearly lost my load. I trapped Holly’s head against my crotch at full-depth with both hands, keeping my dick embedded all the way down her throat while she groaned and let her eyes roll up into her head, acting as if she were savoring the most heavenly chocolate cake imaginable. And only when I felt that urge to spurt subsiding did I release my grip and pull myself all the way out of her mouth.

Holly gasped for oxygen and looked a little shaky for a minute. When I pulled my hand off the top of her head, she allowed her hands to flop down to the floor and planted her palms out in front of her lest she collapse. But there was no mistaking the silly grin of happiness on her face.

“Lie back on the bed, Personal Slut. Master wants to eat you,” I commanded.

“But Personal Slut wants to feel Master’s cock deep inside her now,” she whimpered.

I grinned and shook my head in the negative. “Master wants to taste your sweetness. Last weekend he never got the chance with all of the other girls to attend to.”

Holly smirked at the truth in that. It was simply reality that whenever we started adding more and more girls to the mix, the ladies always wound up getting eaten out by each other much more often than by me. So with an obedient nod, she stood up off the floor and backed her way onto the bed before lying down and spreading her knees to the sides.

We’d started with a hot-and-heavy makeout session with me on top, shoving her white tank-top up above her braless tits so I could fondle away while we tangled tongues. I returned to doing that now, possessively claiming control of Personal Slut’s mouth and forcing her to play tonsil hockey in defense of her throat while my fingers manhandled her boobs, but it was only for a minute before I slid back down to kneel on the floor and park my face in my Personal Slut’s pussy.

She’d gone without panties beneath the orange miniskirt so I had easy access as soon as I bunched up the hem around her waist. Her thighs boxed my ears as soon as my tongue tickled her little love button, which wouldn’t have been so bad except that she was also still wearing the black combat boots, the soles of which banged off of my back. I pried her legs apart with both hands and kept them pinned to the sides. Then, I wrapped my lips around her budding clit and started sucking, which made her squeak and squeal. A moment later, I pushed two fingers into her soaking-wet snatch and started sawing them back-and-forth, which started Personal Slut screaming at the top of her lungs.

The orange-haired girl orgasmed quickly, shrieking her satisfaction and begging for more so loud that I was certain all the girls downstairs could easily hear her. Only then did I realize this was the first time I’d ever actually had sex with Lily and Eva in the house. While the two Hawaiian girls had come over for social visits pretty much every day for the last several weeks, they’d always gone home before my girlfriends and I started fucking.

But I’d deal with those consequences later. Right now I had a horny ex-girlfriend to attend to. I’d actually offered to let Holly keep her girlfriend status even though we no longer lived in the same zip code, but when she explained that she’d rather be single so as not to feel guilty about flirting with other guys at school, I’d readily agreed to let her go. All I ever wanted for Holly was her happiness, and if that meant letting Miss Butterfly flit off to find other flowers, so be it.

Of course, I wouldn’t mind her flitting back to me every now and again, just like tonight.

Even though it had only been a week since we’d last hooked up during that Farewell Orgy for the other girls, I felt a strange sense of emotional angst as I bore down on my lover’s love button and ate her out with a little more increased intensity. Now that I wasn’t distracted by any direct stimulation to my dick, I had a moment to stop and think about how I was feeling ... and why I was feeling. And when the image came to mind of the last time I’d had my big dick buried inside Holly’s climactically clenching cunt, I realized it had been during a threesome while Alice had been sitting on Holly’s face.

Alice.

My best friend.

Now gone.

Alice and I had been making out while we straddled Holly from both ends. My best friend had held my head to her bosom, stroking my hair while I suckled on her supple teats. There had never been romantic love between us, but there had always been a comfortable camaraderie. And at the end of the night when she’d fist-bumped me goodbye, she’d told me, “Thanks for playing with me, Matty. See ya later.”

But “now” counted as “later”.

And I didn’t see her anymore.

Nor was I sure when I’d see her again.

I wasn’t sure when I’d see my Angel again, either. Mari was off to Caltech and its 3:1 male:female student-ratio where no doubt her “body built for sex” would attract future billionaire tech nerds like moths to a flame.

And I wasn’t sure when I’d see mój skarbie: my darling Zofi, isolated a continent away at Princeton.

And even Holly. I knew she would still be around - occasionally, like tonight - but her presence in my bedroom served to remind me of the loved ones I’d lost. It wasn’t that I hadn’t always known they’d eventually leave, and that last week would be the last time I’d be seeing them for a while. But it was as if the pain of their departures was only hitting me now, and all of a sudden I realized that tiny drops of moisture were landing on Holly’s twin cherries tattoo.

“Matty?” Holly asked a little nervously as she looked down her body in wide-eyed shock at my unexpected expression. “Holy shit, you’re crying. Are you alright?”

“I ... uhhh...” I sat back on my heels while belatedly wiping at my tears with both hands. “Yeah, yeah ... I’ll be fine.”

She quickly sat up and snapped her legs together. A moment later she slithered off the bed to sit beside me on the floor, wrapping both arms around my shivering body. “Ohmigawd ... what’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“Not your fault. I-I just ... I didn’t mean ... I s-started thinking...” I stuttered before my words failed me and I bit my lip.

Holly adjusted her grip and tugged my face down to the crook of her neck. She shushed me soothingly and stroked my spine. Her tank-top was still bunched up above her breasts, and on instinct I bowed my head down to start suckling on her nipples like a nursing infant.

Hey, it made me feel better.

Sigmund Freud, eat your heart out.

I could hear Holly giggle as she cradled my head to her chest. I didn’t try to make anything really sexual about it; I was just sucking on her teat like a pacifier. But a moment later I pulled my face off her tit, wrapped one arm around her lower back while hooking my other arm beneath her knees, and started to get to my feet. I lifted Holly up and into the air while she held my neck and shoulders, and then I laid her gently across my bed before climbing on after her.

My dick had never gone soft despite my momentary melancholy, so when I parked myself above Holly’s supine body, she merely had to spread her legs for me to nudge my cockhead into her folds. And she stared up into my eyes with a surprisingly maternal look of concern as I eased my thick dick into her exquisitely tight box.

We both moaned as inch after inch of hot prick pushed deeper and deeper into her pussy. When at last our loins met, I paused to put my forehead down on the mattress beside her. Holly parked her heels on the edge of my bed and wrapped both arms around my back, hugging me tenderly. And she waited me out for a few minutes while I breathed slowly in and out to collect myself.

Eventually, I raised my head and stared down into her welcoming hazel eyes. Our relationship had not always been as emotionally intimate as those I’d shared with the original BTC girls, but in this moment that didn’t seem to matter. Holly recognized that I was hurting right now, and to my relief I found her smiling up at me with unexpected warmth that soothed my soul.

“What’s wrong?” she asked encouragingly. “You can tell me.”

I never expected to be in this situation so soon after hearing her exclaim, ‘What up, bitches?’ downstairs on the porch, and yet here we were. I took a deep breath and told her, “You reminded me of what I’ve lost.”

Holly knitted her eyebrows together and frowned, not understanding. “Lost?”

“It just hit me all of a sudden that Alice, Mari, and Zofi are all gone.”

“Oh,” she said in realization, and her lips pursed as I saw some of her old defensiveness rising up within, the inferiority complex that had dogged her throughout the summer as I could never quite convince her that she wasn’t my “seventh-best girlfriend”.

“And you too,” I added sincerely. “I mean obviously you’re here right now, but I started thinking of our break-up and how I had to let you go.”

Holly shook her head. “You don’t need me.”

“‘Need’? Well, perhaps not. I’d love to keep you,” I told her quite seriously. “But you asked me to let you go.”

She pursed her lips again before letting out a long sigh. “It’s what’s best for both of us.”

“I don’t necessarily disagree, and it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you.”

“You miss all of us.”

“I do. One moment, we were going hot and heavy and I was making you cum on my lips and tongue. The next, I started thinking about the last time you and I were together and how I can’t be sure when we’ll ever be together again. Or Alice. Or Mari. Or Zofi.”

Holly’s eyes softened, hearing the honesty in my voice. She rubbed my back, took a deep breath, and said encouragingly, “What’s important is that we WILL be together again, in some form or fashion, even if neither of us is totally sure about ‘when’. I’m not going anywhere. I may not be around every day - or even every week - but I’ll be back. I promise you I’ll be back.”

I smiled. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“You changed my world, Matty. I’ll never be the type to permanently settle down with you or anything, but for the first time in my life, I found a guy special enough to return to. I’ll be back, and so will they. Alice, Mari, and Zofi? You changed their worlds as well. And I know with absolute certainty that each of them will eventually return.”

“I wanna believe that.”

“Believe it. I’m sure they’ve told you the same, because they’ve each told ME the same. You’re their Matty. And they’ll always be your OG BTC.”

“Including you, Holly,” I reassured her with a smile. “Belle talks about building a BTC 2.0 up here in Berkeley, but whenever I think about the BTC 1.0, I will always think of my seven girlfriends, including you.”

Holly smirked. “But of course you will. What guy wouldn’t want to rack up his number as high as possible.”

I shook my head. “It was never about racking up numbers and still isn’t. If all I wanted to do was rack up numbers, I’d have slept with you that first time around.”

Holly’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t remind me. That definitely stung a bit, and you’re making me relive that same sense of rejection.”

“Please don’t. We just had bad timing back then, or maybe even good timing. That night you and I shared together is what really kick-started ... well... everything.” I flexed my cock within her. “And in the end you and I did come together, because you were worth it. Still are worth it. I’ve still chosen only seven special girls in my entire life, including you.”

Holly smirked. “I don’t think you’re gonna stop the count at seven for the rest of your life from what Sam tells me. There are four available slots now, right? And there’re at least two more girls sniffing around with some interest in membership from what I understand.”

I sighed. “I’m not in any hurry to try replacing any of you. It’s not possible.”

“Not replace. Just ... move on.” Holly gave me an encouraging smile. “I realize the other girls’ departures are pretty fresh in your mind right now. Mourn for a little while if you need to. But eventually we all move on. If you need any tips, just ask me - I’m an expert at it.”

I laughed at Holly’s self-deprecating remark and then gave her a quick kiss. “Thank you. Thanks for making me smile again.”

“You’re welcome. I was a little nervous there for a minute. I don’t have a lot of experience being the emotionally comforting one.”

“You did great.”

“You’re just saying that because I’ve got my pussy wrapped around your dick.”

“You did REALLY great.”

Holly laughed.

“But seriously,” I told her with a warm smile, “thank you.”

“No, thank you.” She squeezed her inner muscles around my embedded shaft and then smiled up at me. “Speaking of having my pussy wrapped around your dick, I’ve been thinking about this feeling all day.”

I made a face. “What you were thinking of probably included a lot more thrusting and banging and screams of ecstatic pleasure.”

“Well, yes,” she admitted. “But I’m actually really happy with what we’re doing right now. You and I didn’t have many ... intimate ... moments like this. Most of our hookups involved Master violating Personal Slut’s holes on-demand.”

“Well you did walk in the door and ask to have Master’s big dick plunging in and out of all three of your little holes tonight.”

“Hey, we got two down already,” she pointed out with a smirk. “We still have time to get the third.”

Ten minutes later, I thundered down the final stretch with Holly’s black combat boots pointed up at the ceiling. I pounded my pulverizing prick with powerful plunges until I pushed myself all the way in and packed her pussy full of pure sperm while she pleaded into my ear for me to fill her up.

Two minutes after that, I groaned and flopped over onto my back, completely gassed. I turned my head to Holly’s to give her a sweet kiss and thank her for coming over, but her face was turned towards the door as she hollered, “BELLE!!! COME AND GET IT!!!”

Ten seconds later we heard thumping footsteps come racing up the stairs as my impish pixie burst into the room with a gleeful grin and dove straight in-between the orange-haired girl’s legs. Loud and noisy slurping sounds soon filled the room while Holly laughed and held the strawberry-blonde’s head to her saturated snatch.

“Yeah ... THIS is the way I’m used to getting head whenever I’m with you,” Holly quipped.

Meanwhile, I sat up and helped unlace Holly’s boots. Belle and I finished our respective tasks around the same time, and my cum-hungry “little sister” came after me next, sucking my schlong into her small little mouth and salivating over our mingled flavors.

My Baby Belle’s adept oral attention quickly got my big dick back in working order. Once I felt like I’d reached the required rigidity to resume rhythmically rooting one of the ravishingly radiant beauties, I tugged on Belle’s strawberry-blonde tresses and invited her to climb aboard. But the impish pixie shook her head and said, “You gotta finish filling Personal Slut’s holes.”

“Ooh, yes!” Holly exclaimed happily. “Will Master please shove his big fucking dick into Personal Slut’s teeny little asshole? Please?”