Chapter 51: No Big Deal

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Something felt GOOD.

I wasn’t asleep anymore, but neither was I awake. Instead, I hovered on a different plane of existence, between here and there.

It wasn’t a dream.

Nor was it entirely reality.

I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Something felt REALLY good.

Somebody moaned. Was it me? It kind of sounded like me. But it also came from a place so far away and distant, like the echoes of an exploding star that died a hundred million years ago but whose light and radiation were only reaching us now.

Like a supernova.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

So, so fucking good.

Another moan, but this one wasn’t me. It was closer, and yet higher, not only in elevation but also in pitch. It was almost a whimper, a gasp, or even just an exhaled breath. But it wasn’t me.

I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Incredibly good.

Another moan, this one neither me nor the girl above me. It came from the right, the same side that ... she ... had slept beside me.

We weren’t alone.

And then another moan. A third girl’s voice.

And only then did it all start coming back to me.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

OMFG so good.

My abs clenched and released of their own accord. I wasn’t thrusting, not exactly. More like I was reacting. It was an involuntary movement. It was an unconscious movement.

Because I wasn’t awake, you see.

Not quite. Not yet.

I could feel my balls tensing, the density within them building.

Too much heat.

Too much pressure.

Too much pleasure.

I wouldn’t last long. The only question was: would I awaken in time to really enjoy it?

She was on top of me, that much I now knew. I still wasn’t thrusting, but nor did I need to. She was doing all the work, humping her body up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. She was the one moaning, not me. Sometimes her moans were deep and guttural, as if my hard prick penetrating her inner depths was knocking the wind out of her. Other times her whimpers and breathy panting were quite cute and dainty. But there was absolutely no doubt that I was getting ridden hard, and ridden well.

Because there was so much heat. So much pressure. So much pleasure.

Too much.

Soft, warm flesh pressed down around my face – the unmistakable feel of massive mammaries mashed up against my cheeks. I felt her hands in my hair, holding my head to her bosom as she athletically humped herself up and down my big dick.

“Matty! Matty! Matty!” she moaned, my name the first articulated word that pierced through the fog. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

My fingernails dug into her supple buttcheeks. When had I started grabbing her ass? Had I always been holding onto her ass? The rubbery texture of an erect nipple brushed across my lips, and I instinctively latched on like a starving infant to suckle at the teat, my mind awash with the taste of sheer pleasure as if actual liquid milk were spurting down my throat.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!”

And now I was awake.

Too much heat.

Too much pressure.

Too much pleasure.

My hips jerked.

My cock thrust upwards.

And I started cumming.

Too much heat. Too much pressure. Too much pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the bottled-up ecstasy just exploded out of me.

Like a supernova.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” she screamed.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” she screamed again.

“AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” she screamed one last time.

I was still spurting when she collapsed straight down on top of me, smothering my face with her big breasts to the point where she actually cut off my supply of oxygen. I hadn’t expected to die from suffocation this morning, but if it were to happen this way, it would be a good way to go.

My feet had been planted flat for leverage for that final upward thrust. But as the waning energy of my last ejaculatory eruption faded, so too did my grip on the mattress. When my legs collapsed and straightened out, so too did the support beneath my lover’s butt. Her upper body slid down my chest and belly, removing her tits from atop my face. And all of a sudden I could breathe again.

I could open my eyes.

And I could beam up at the blissfully satisfied smile spread across the face of the most gorgeous thing I’d ever loved.

My Neevie.

My Squeakers.

My Love.

And then I blacked out.

Heat.

Not so much pressure.

Still some residual pleasure.

I was not alone.

Nor was I awake.

But then something tickled my balls, and with a start, I did jerk awake.

“Mmph!” somebody grunted, and as I sat up, I realized I’d just shoved my dick an inch into a girl’s throat.

Expecting that recoil, she backed away rather than choke on my thickness. When my hips settled back down, so did she, and I felt the moist warmth of a welcoming wet mouth re-surrounding my swollen shaft.

And only then did I open my eyes.

My Baby Belle’s brilliant pale-green eyes sparkled in the morning light as she stared up at me, her tiny mouth stretched wide around the girth of my thick dick. I smiled a dreamy smile and reached up to caress her cheek with my fingertips. And she hummed happily feeling my tender affection.

A soft whimper to my right drew my attention, and I glanced over to find my freckled Irish girlfriend’s freckled naked body on full display beside me. Naimh sat up against the headboard with her bare breasts heaving and her skin covered with a thin sheen of sweat. Sam’s platinum-blonde head wriggled between the redhead’s thighs, evidently still slurping out the creampie I’d left inside.

“Dia duit, Neevie,” I greeted with a sleepy smile.

The redhead’s eyelids fluttered as she turned to look at me. Her lower lip quivered as Sam’s tongue titillated her teenaged twat, but she managed to grin and reply, “Maidin mhaith, Matty.”

A moment later, Sam raised up, quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and grinned at me as well while greeting merrily, “Morning, Matty!”

“Morning, Matty!” Belle chimed in as well after popping off my prick while continuing to stroke my shaft with her tiny right hand. Despite having already blasted one load of sperm into Naimh’s sodden snatch, my erection seemed rock-hard and ready to keep going – a fact not lost on Belle as she winked at Sam and asked, “You wanna go for a ride?”

Putting a finger to her lips, Sam put on an exaggerated look of mock contemplation, musing theatrically, “Decisions, decisions...”

Belle giggled, “Well if you’re gonna take your sweet time making up your mind then--”

“No, I don’t wanna go for a ride,” Sam stated with finality, much to everyone’s surprise. But when we all gave her perplexed looks, she grinned and said, “I want you to go for a ride, B, while I sit on his face and feel his hands mauling my big boobs with you leaning forward to make out with me. And then after you get your cookies, he can roll me onto my back and hammer me into the mattress until he fills me up with all his liquid love so you can slurp it out and snowball some of it back to me. Hmm?”

“Do we have time for all that?” Belle asked. “It’s getting late and nobody’s started brekkie.”

“I’ll go start brekkie,” Naimh offered with a grin. “One for all.”

“One for all,” Sam repeated with a smile, raising her fist to bump knuckles with Naimh.

Belle took another lollipop lick at my mushroom head and then sat up straight, giggling with mirthful eyes for me. “And all for you.”

Belle did go for a ride. Sam did sit on my face with my hands mauling her big boobs with Belle leaning forward to make out with her. And then after Belle got her cookies, I did roll Sam onto her back and hammer her into the mattress until I filled her up with all my liquid love.

Belle did slurp it out and snowball (some of) it back to Sam. And the pair of horny coeds were still smacking their lips and giggling together when I finally slipped out of bed to get started on my day.

It was now Wednesday and the third morning in a row I’d woken up with all three of my girlfriends in bed with me. Naimh was just as in love with me as ever. Sam was making a point of sharing every night with us, even if she still spent the vast majority of her days elsewhere studying for Finals with her Pre-Law friends. No matter how late at night, she always came home. And Belle wasn’t about to be the only girl in the house not spending the night with me. I certainly had no complaints, spending night after night submerged beneath the bare bodies of beautiful, bodaciously buxom babes.

Not trying to jinx it or anything, but I had to say that I’d been enjoying a pretty good first couple days of Finals Week. College life was typically described as the three S’s: Studying, Sleep, and Social Life – Pick Two. But I felt like I was doing well with all three.

I had high enough scores in all my classes to not feel overly anxious about my grades, so while I spent a significant amount of time studying, I didn’t feel overwhelmed with academics.

I got plenty of sleep, and usually passed out exhausted after evacuating the built-up contents of my balls into and all over the nubile bodies of comely coeds with an apparent addiction to swallowing my cum. The modified Finals schedule with none of our exams beginning before 9am allowed us all to sleep in a little longer in the mornings as well compared to regular school days.

And I felt nothing but happiness and gratitude for my excellent social life. Although Sam was absent quite a bit, the girls welcomed her whenever she was around without any tension or cattiness, and as I said she made a point of always coming home at night. Naimh was extra-affectionate and maybe a little bit clingy, but I had no complaints and loved having her with me as often as humanly possible. Belle was her typically ebullient self and had been on her best behavior lately, giving me no reason to complain. Eva was serene and felt more integrated with The BTC than ever before, and I came home on Tuesday to find her and Naimh having a little “study break” together all on their own. And Lily had come by on both Monday and Tuesday nights to have dinner with us and catch up with old friends – her hoalauna.

She and Belle even went upstairs for an hour to have a nice chat, and when they came back down, both seemed far more at ease with each other, and they promised to remain friends.

So like I said: it had been a pretty good first couple days of Finals Week, and given the way my morning had started off with a bang, I was looking forward to an equally pleasant Wednesday. I went to the bathroom to perform my morning ablutions and then returned to my bedroom to start getting dressed. Belle and Sam finally rolled out of bed as well, but given that I’d been blessed with a Y-chromosome, I was quite obviously ready well before they were and left the room first.

The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as I descended and would’ve alerted everyone in the house that I was coming. So as soon as I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Naimh turned away from the gas range and greeted me warmly, “Morning, luv.”

“Morning, love,” I replied with equal warmth while gathering up my personal redhead into my arms. She set her spatula down on a plate and squeezed me fiercely before pulling her head back to peck my lips. But then a simple peck served merely to whet her appetite, so she returned for another peck, and then a harder kiss, and then an ever fiercer kiss.

Within seconds, we were engaged in a full-blown makeout session.

And then my stomach started growling.

Naimh broke away from me, giggling. She patted my belly and then shooed me away. “Go grab the OJ and have a seat. Brekkie will be done in a jiff.”

I nodded but didn’t release her from my arms just yet. “We still on for lunch?”

“Of course.” Naimh’s eyes sparkled as she read my face. “You look more nervous about seeing her again than you are about your Final.”

“That’s because I am,” I confirmed. In all seriousness, I wasn’t worried about any of my academic grades. Interpersonal relationships were far more stressful.

Naimh smiled at me kindly. “Relax. It’ll all work out. Just stand there and look pretty while I do all the talking.”

“I can do that.”

She beamed at me and then patted my butt. “That you can. Now stop distractin’ me before I burn something.”

I gave her one more peck and then left the kitchen.

It was a Wednesday, but Finals Week was anything but routine. With none of us attending classes in accordance with our normal semester schedules, everything was a little bit off. But on this particular Wednesday, all four of us happened to be able to walk to campus together.

Sam held my hand for the initial walk from our house, but as soon as we crossed Bancroft, she gave me a quick kiss and then headed east down the sidewalk to get to her class.

Belle then slipped her hand into mine, but when we reached the next intersection, she leaped into my arms for a Koala-bear hug, gave me a passionate, tongue-twisting kiss, and then set off northward to get to her class.

That left Naimh with me, only too happy to intertwine her fingers with mine as if they were the metaphorical roots to our hearts. And we set off hand-in-hand for the remainder of my journey.

Naimh actually didn’t have a Final this morning, but simply wanted to walk me to class for companionship and moral support. She could tell I was feeling pensive – for more than one reason – and gave my palm a set of three reassuring squeezes to silently say, I. Love. You.

I smiled and gave her three squeezes back.

As we approached the Engineering building, I started glancing around and down the various walkways that led to the plaza, wondering who we might randomly bump into before class. And sure enough, almost immediately after we arrived, I noticed the approach of a beautiful brunette with wavy dark hair, expressive dark eyes, and a scoop-neck sweater that afforded me and everyone else an expansive view of her tanned cleavage.

Isabela likewise took notice of our presence. It was the first time any of us were seeing each other since Sunday morning’s “breakup”. And she gave us a somewhat pensive look of uncertainty as we came to a stop in the plaza and turned to wait for her arrival.

Naimh was the first to greet her amiably, “Good morning, Izzy.”

“Morning, Izzy,” I chimed in.

“Morning, guys. How’re you doing?” Isabela asked with a tight smile as she came to a stop a few feet away.

Naimh let go of my hand and stepped forward to give the lovely Latina girl a warm hug. “We’re really good, actually. Sam’s back and making an effort and Matty’s relieved she and I have sorted things out.”

“So Belle tells me,” Isabela replied, blushing and glancing down at the ground.

Although Isabela herself had decided to put some distance between herself and me or my house, Belle had insisted on remaining friends with her, and Isabela was more than happy to continue hanging out with my impish little pixie, albeit on her own terms. For example, I knew that Belle had gone to visit Isabela yesterday afternoon. And through Belle, we knew that Isabela felt rather anxious about seeing the rest of us again.

“Relax, Izzy. We’re not gonna bite,” I told her warmly when Naimh took a step back and I moved in for my own hug. “I’m not some jilted boyfriend who’s gonna resent you for dumping him. It’s cool. We’re cool.”

“Even though I did dump you,” Isabela muttered anxiously. She still had her arms around me, but the pressure of her grip slackened.

I took a deep breath and kept her in my arms while pulling back far enough to look at her face-to-face, although she pointedly looked away from me in shame. “I never push a girl for more than she can handle,” I told her steadily. “And I’m not upset with you for finding your limit and deciding that a continued relationship wasn’t for you. I didn’t make you go through a long, drawn-out conversation on Sunday, and we’re not gonna have a long, drawn-out conversation five minutes before we have to walk inside and take our E10 Final. Seriously, Izzy, we’re cool. No big deal.”

“You really mean that?” Isabela turned to look up at me with large brown eyes.

I gave her a reassuring smile. “You know I do.”

She softened, and when her gaze darted briefly to my lips, I got the impression she was about to kiss me. But instead she took a deep breath to collect herself and then nodded a few times. “Thanks, Matty.”

“You’re welcome,” I told her sincerely. Then I patted her shoulders and released my grip, letting her take a step back.

Isabela glanced at the Engineering building, looked over at Naimh, and then returned her attention to me. With a quirky smile, she suggested, “¿Vamos?”

I chuckled and waved her on. “I’ll be there in a minute. You go ahead.”

Isabela glanced again at Naimh before nodding, wrapping her arms around her midsection and then walking off towards the front doors.

My freckled redhead quickly hugged herself against my side, watching Isabela go before turning to peck my cheek. “See? That went well.”

“I was never worried about Izzy,” I replied, taking a deep breath and feeling butterflies in my stomach while holding Naimh’s waist and pulling it a little tighter against me. I glanced down at her and repeated, “We still on for lunch?”

She nodded and gave me another peck, this time on the lips. “I’ll be right here when you come outside.”

“Thanks. Love you, Squeakers.”

Naimh grinned and nuzzled her nose against mine. “Squeak-squeak.”

Isabela was not in her usual spot in the seat immediately next to mine, but only because of the Professor’s rules for taking our tests. Each student had to be separated from each other by at least one empty seat, so we’d spread out around the lecture hall and the lovely brunette was merely one extra seat over from me.

I gave her another warm smile and wished her “good luck” while getting myself situated. And then I started my usual routine of taking deep, calming breaths to collect myself and focus before starting up a three-hour exam.

But all that effort went to waste when a new sound made my heartrate suddenly quicken: the familiar sound of high heels rhythmically striking individual stair treads. I stiffened and turned to look over my shoulder just in time to see Skylar descending towards us, and I couldn’t help but look up at her with a sense of uncertainty. I didn’t want to think she was avoiding me – simply busy with all the things going on in the life of a grad student/T.A. living on her own. But the fact remained that I hadn’t seen her since the day she asked me not to tempt her into doing the same thing that had gotten her disowned from her family in the first place.

At least Naimh had talked to her on the phone and gotten her to agree to meet with us for lunch today after the E10 Final.

The beautiful blonde bombshell paused beside my seat, smiling kindly as she greeted politely, “Good morning. Good luck on the exam.”

Her expression was serene, with no trace of the anxiety I was feeling inside. And in that moment, I truly felt like ‘just a kid’ compared to the worldly, mature older woman.

“Uh, morning,” I replied weakly, mentally cursing myself for the quaver in my voice. And in a stronger tone, I finished, “And thank you.”

Skylar nodded wordlessly and continued on her way.

It’s no big deal.

It’s no big deal.

It’s no big deal.

“What was that about?” Isabela asked, leaning over from her seat in a way that made my eyes briefly yo-yo down to her cleavage.

I smiled and shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

“It’s kind of a big deal,” Skylar muttered with a wry grin and a look on her face that asked, ‘Haven’t we already done this before?’ She sighed and continued, “You’re my friends – two of the few – and I never want you to feel like I’m avoiding you.”