Chapter 65: Luna

After witnessing the journey Luna’s eyes had taken across my body, it seemed only fair that I’d get to do the same.

More than once, Luna had described herself as a “flat-chested beanpole”, but she still had very feminine curves. Although she didn’t have the biggest rack or a ton of junk in the trunk, the lovely Latina still had expressive eyes and delicate features that easily qualified her as “pretty” by any empirical standards. Her bare breasts were pleasantly shaped with puffy nipples perfect for suckling, and their comparatively “normal” size was something of a pleasant novelty given the ample cleavage I’d always been surrounded by. She was skinny, yes, with bony limbs and subtle ribcage bumps, but there was still a gentle swell to her body that was one hundred percent feminine. And if I hadn’t known she was gay, I would’ve had no trouble finding her eminently bangable.

Hell, I DID know she was a lesbian, and at this moment with her reclining naked on my bed with a decidedly... expectant ... expression on her face, I definitely found her eminently bangable.

But before I could open my mouth and say something stupid, Luna rolled her eyes, snapped her fingers, and muttered, “Don’t even think about it.”

I blinked twice, my jaw dropped open, and I stammered like an idiot, “S-s-sorry. I-I just ... I wasn’t expecting to find you here.”

“Wasn’t my idea to come in here. But Belle of course brought me here and we got to making out but then when she heard the sounds of you cumming it was like a lightbulb clicked on above her head and--”

“--and Matty’s Little Cumslut immediately scrambled off the bed in search of Matty’s cum,” I finished for her.

Mari let out a loud groan of deep, sexual satisfaction that echoed out from behind the open bathroom door.

“And now she’s actively working to make someone else cum.” Luna smirked and sat upright, drawing her knees to her chest while keeping her feet together in a way that made it impossible for me to see her crotch. “I should probably be annoyed at you for clamjamming me.”

“Sorry.”

“No need to apologize - not your fault. I understand and accept Belle for being exactly the way she is. Same as I understand and accept you for being exactly the way you are: which is a straight male looking at a naked girl waiting in his bed.”

“Well this straight male should still know better than to ogle you like a piece of meat. My apologies.”

“Don’t worry about it. I already said I accept you the way you are, and I know I can trust you,” she said, waving me off. “At this point, I actually consider it something of a compliment that you’ll actually stop to check ME out, given the sheer volume of other hot babes surrounding you under this very roof.”

“Well if you’ll consider it a compliment, I must admit I was just thinking that if I didn’t know you were gay, I would’ve considered you eminently bangable.”

Luna smiled, evidently pleased. “Really?”

“Really. Although again, I’d never actually try to--”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. No es nada.” Luna waved me off again. “In all fairness, you were probably just reacting to me ogling you like a piece of meat.”

I blinked twice again. “You were? I mean, I saw your eyes lingering on my body, but I was starting to think I’d imagined it.”

Luna chuckled and shook her head. “You’re a well-built man, Matty. I’m not sexually attracted to you, but I can appreciate that you’re a well-built man. And the thought did cross my mind that if I ever wanted to try straight sex, you’d be a good candidate.”

I blinked twice again. “Um, what?”

Luna laughed and shook her head. “Lo siento. I’m sorry. I’m not trying to tease you, I promise. It was nothing more than an idle thought.”

“Um, okay...”

Luna sighed and shook her head. “You have no idea how many times Isa tried to talk me into having straight sex with one of the guys. Not seriously pressuring me; just ... suggesting I try it at least once, you know?”

I waggled my head. “Knowing Izzy ... knowing Isa ... I’m fairly sure I have a decent idea of how many times.”

Luna chuckled and shook her head. “I do keep using that nickname, don’t I? Not so private anymore.”

“It just means her absence is weighing heavily on you.” I arched an eyebrow. “Does she have a private nickname for you?”

Luna shrugged. “Luna is my nickname, although she would often call me ‘Lunita’ as well, which is just the Spanish diminutive of Luna. I suppose that would be the closest she had to a private nickname.”

I frowned. “Wait, ‘Luna’ isn’t your full name?”

She smirked and shook her head.

“What is your full name?”

Luna’s eyes twinkled and mimed a zipped lip.

“Oh come on,” I groaned. “Do I have to peek into your purse to take a look at your driver’s license?”

Luna laughed. “The Matty I know and trust would never violate my privacy like that.”

“Of course not,” I grumbled with a sigh and a nod. But then I gave her an evil grin and added, “I’ll just tell Belle that ‘Luna’ isn’t your full name and then she’ll peek into your purse to take a look at your driver’s license.”

Luna laughed again and shrugged. “Fair enough.”

I screwed up my face and narrowed my eyes. “Please tell me it isn’t Bellaluna or Lunabelle or something equally confusing with Belle and Isabela.”

Luna barked another laugh and shook her head. “No, not at all.”

“Okay, at least there’s that.”

Luna smiled, sat back, and silently gave me a curious look. She seemed to be studying my face, and I raised both eyebrows questioningly. And just then, Belle started groaning her deep, sexual satisfaction from behind the open bathroom door.

The sound seemed to break the spell of silence, and Luna leaned back with both arms while extending both legs straight out in front of her. My eyes inevitably yo-yoed down across her exposed nudity before rebounding quickly back to her face, and she crossed her ankles while giving me a curious look.

“We’re not going to have sex, Matty. You ARE an ideal candidate if I were to ever want to try it just once. Well, maybe not such an ‘ideal’ dick size for a skinny girl’s first time, but...” She took a deep breath and exhaled while shaking her head slowly. “I’m just not built that way. Wait, not what I meant. I mean, I am skinny but I didn’t mean--”

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” I soothed. “I understand what you meant about not being built that way. I never thought--”

“I know you never expected me to change my mind about that,” she interrupted, “but I’m sure the thought crossed your mind that I might. Or are you claiming that Belle – or even Isa – has never whispered into your ear that maybe, just maybe, if Luna ever decided to at least try out a dick just once, that you might need to rise to the occasion?”

I waggled my head and admitted, “The thought has occurred. You already know both of them have whispered that sort of thing to me, but I never expected it to happen, and I still don’t. You’re gay, Luna. I understand that about you and accept you exactly as you are.”

“Thank you for that, Matty.”

“You’re very welcome,” I told her sincerely.

“Besides, you wouldn’t want to have sex with a skeletal waif like me. Not when you’ve got much better partners like them.” Luna gestured behind me, and I turned around in surprise to find Belle and Mari coming out of the bathroom together, still towel-drying themselves off.

“Wait, what was that about Matty having sex with a skeletal waif like you?” Belle inquired quite curiously.

“Sorry, B,” Luna drawled in a disapproving tone. “You abandoned me right before I was about to cum. I’m not giving you a Luna/Matty-creampie tonight.”

Belle’s eyebrows went up, and a sly smirk spread across her face. “Does that sentence imply I might be getting a Luna/Matty-creampie some other night?!?”

“Down girl, down,” Mari scolded, miming a spray bottle with her right hand to squirt water at a puppy to get it to stop barking.

Luna first winked at me, and then she laughed and gestured ‘come hither’ towards Belle with both hands. “Make it up to me and find out.”

Belle squealed, dropped her towel, and launched herself onto the bed.

Belle did make it up to Luna, and Mari helped out. The pair of BFFs sandwiched the ‘skeletal waif’ between them, one going high and one going low. Variety is the spice of life, and it was quite the erotic sight to see three such distinctly beautiful specimens of femininity writhing together like sinuous creatures of languorous lesbian lust.

Mari was still making out with Luna, the paired Latina ladies scissoring and swapping spit, when Belle crawled out of the pile and over to me. I’d been sitting up against the headboard, just admiring the view, when my petite impish pixie pushed her face down around my rejuvenated rod just to make sure I was rock-hard. She then quickly climbed aboard reverse cowgirl and reclined back against my chest so we could both voyeuristically watch the hottie Hispanic girls continue their horizontal lambada.

To my surprise, Luna not only permitted my ardent stares, but seemingly encouraged them. Well, in all fairness, her come-hither looks and coy smiles were almost certainly just for Belle, with my face coincidentally in the same line of sight. But she certainly never shot me any ‘back off, fucker’ glares despite my obvious ogling, and I wanted to believe that she’d reached a new level of comfortability being around me now that we’d agreed we would never cross that physical line.

Luna had a different style of lovemaking from the others. She had a slender figure, dark hair, and could be soft and graceful like Zofi from time-to-time, but the similarities to the only other lesbian I’d ever known stopped there. Luna didn’t have sex with feral intensity like some of the more aggressive girls in the group, but nor was she passively accepting either. Her kisses were gentle, but not too gentle. Her touches were firm, but not too firm. She moved at her own pace, found harmony with Mari’s and Belle’s rhythms, and put herself in the driver’s seat as often as she receptively accepted their direction.

She was an adaptive lover, all things considered, able to go with the flow when the situation called for it, and able to take charge and lead when the situation called for that.

She was a skilled lover too, and I very much appreciated her help in satisfying Mari and Belle without asking me to do anything for her in return.

The four of us traded partners back and forth, sometimes two separate pairs and sometimes interconnected threesomes or moresomes. Luna and I never had direct physical contact, at least not on purpose. But there were a few incidental brushes that sent little shivers up my spine for their rarity.

Belle gave me a blowjob while Luna cuddled up behind her and leaned over to nibble on Belle’s ear and kiss Belle’s cheek, and the soft brush of Luna’s hair on my thighs gave me a little tingle.

I spooned myself behind Mari, fucking her on our sides while Luna was in front of my Angel, and our hands accidentally touched while we both were playing with Mari’s massive tits (fortunately, there was plenty of room for both of us).

And then there was a time when Mari sat on my face staring down at me while Belle rode me reverse cowgirl with Luna licking Belle’s clit. Every now and again I was certain that Luna’s tongue made contact with my dick, sending a surge of crackling electricity throughout my entire body.

There are few things sexier than the sight of a girl’s face while in the throes of orgasmic release. I found myself staring at Luna’s face in such a moment when she slid her fingers through Mari’s hair and pinned the busty brunette’s head to her crotch, gaping her mouth open and crying out her pleasure. I’d been banging Belle from behind doggy-style and turned to look at the sound of Luna’s cry. The skinny beanpole’s eyes were open, and when she turned her head to the side, by chance she locked her gaze with me.

And she didn’t look away.

Beautiful.

But still remote.

I’d seen the look of longing in the eyes of eleven different orgasming girls by now, a carnal hunger that called for me, even if I wasn’t the one giving them that particular orgasm. There was no such look in Luna’s eyes, no undercurrent of desire for me to claim her body and send her into new orbital heights of pleasure. Luna stared at me as if I were her appreciative audience, and I was. But there was no invitation for me to come join her on-stage, as it were.

But that was okay. I’d always known from the beginning that Luna was a lesbian, and I harbored no illusions that her sexuality would somehow magically change, especially after her declaration as such earlier tonight. And although an outsider might take a look at my life and assume I was a manslut out to nail as many hot babes as I could, I was still “Safe Matty”: the man who would always respect whatever boundaries the girls set.

Besides, if I’d said it once, I said it a thousand times: I had more than enough pussy for any one man to handle at the same time. A willingness to sit down on my dick was not a requirement for BTC membership, and it was actually something of a relief to know I would never need to satisfy Luna’s sexual urges in addition to the girls I already had.

But she still made for nice eye candy, you know? And if she was getting comfortable enough with my presence to not really mind my appreciative view ... well ... I was gonna enjoy the view.

So I watched Luna orgasming in a scissor position with Mari while my Angel nibbled on her neck.

I watched Luna orgasming on top of a sixty-nine with Belle.

And at the very end, I watched Luna climaxing right next to me.

We both reclined flat on our backs, side-by-side. Belle had been riding me, but she dismounted at the last moment to scoot down and wrap her lips around my throbbing cock. I held my impish pixie’s head in my hands, groaning my ecstatic release as I thrust my hips upwards, erupting my last load straight to Matty’s Little Cumslut’s sucking mouth.

“FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” I groaned, letting my head flop to the right.

“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!!!” Luna howled, letting her head flop to the left.

Luna’s eyes were open and a little bit glassy, so at first I don’t think she realized she was staring right at me. Mari’s face was in her crotch, and she held the brunette’s head in her hands in much the same way I was doing to Belle. But as the force of her orgasm washed through her entire body from head to toe, her eyes cleared...

... and she smiled at me.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” I grunted in unison with my final three thrusts into Belle’s greedily gulping mouth.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” Luna yelped immediately after, grinning a silly grin of supreme satisfaction as she luxuriated in her own orgasmic ecstasy.

We stared at each other from inches away, our faces close enough to kiss if I merely leaned over just a bit on the pillow we happened to share. Not that I felt tempted in the slightest to actually kiss her.

We were friends.

Not lovers.

And that was perfectly cool with me.

We all went to bed fairly early to get a good night’s sleep, and I woke up the next morning sandwiched between a pair of busty BFFs: Belle on my right side and Mari on my left. I was the first one awake, and my morning wood deflated by the time the other two girls started to stir. I kissed them both and then slipped out of bed to get dressed and head downstairs.

Sam and Zofi were up early and making brekkie for everyone. I went to kiss both girls and rub their asses. I also offered to help with breakfast, but Sam pointed with her spatula, saying, “You can best help out by waking up everyone else. Most all of them will be happier to see your face first thing in the morning instead of mine.”

“Well I’m pretty happy to see your face this morning,” I replied warmly before giving Sam one more quick kiss, and then I headed back up the stairs. Belle and Mari were both up and going through their morning routine. In the twin-beds room, Alice was half-awake and staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes. Eva was still slumbering, but after I gently kissed her, she took hold of my arm and clutched it to her chest like it was her personal teddy bear before finally opening her eyes and giving me a sleepy smile.

Luna had gone back to the triple room last night, and I found her spooned up in bed with Naimh cuddling her close while Skylar slept on the Murphy bed.

I went to the elder blonde first, who was curled on one side with a gap in front of her midsection wide enough for me to sit on the edge of the mattress. I soothingly stroked her shoulder, upper arm, and back. Skylar’s eyes remained closed, but she started to smile in her sleep at my gentle touch. After about a minute, she took several deep breaths and then eventually opened her eyes. Only then did I lean over to kiss her lips, and when I sat back upright, she gave me a serene smile.

Then I moved over to Naimh’s side of the queen bed and spooned myself behind my Squeakers, who herself remained spooned behind Luna. My Irish redhead hummed happily as soon as she felt my body’s warmth surrounding her, and she reached back with one arm around my lower back to hold me close.

“Dia duit, Matty,” she murmured quietly.

“Maidin mhaith, Neevie,” I replied warmly.

“It’s too fucking early,” groaned Luna.

Naimh and I both laughed, and my redhead opened her eyes to look back at me and then puckered up for a sweet kiss. I happily gave her one, goosed her ass, and then rolled off the bed and left the room.

Alice emerged from her room at the same time, gave me a sleepy fist-bump, and then went into the hallway bathroom.

Eva then whined “Matty...” through the open doorway, so I went inside. She extended her arm to me, I took her hand, and then chuckled as she tugged me down onto the bed beside her and rolled over the other way. It was a tight squeeze on the twin bed, but we made it work, and I cuddled Eva in my arms for several minutes, to the point where she started to fall back asleep. But then all of a sudden, a sharp pain against my ass made me jerk and turn around.

Alice stood next to the bed, smirking down at us and waving her hand as if ready to deliver another healthy spank. “Rise and shine, dude and dudette. You’re putting us behind schedule.”

“Do that again and it’s your ass that’ll be red.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Alice smirked but lowered her palm before turning and sauntering to the door, shaking her tight little tush in a way that made me appreciate that those nude in high heels boot camp sessions hadn’t gone to waste. Then my good and proper sex kitten best buddy stopped at the door to use the frame for support as she leaned just enough to stick her booty out and shake it in my direction. I swear I could practically hear bells in the background with each shake.