Chapter 7: The Hangover

A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her feminine back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming beneath her shirt. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into the cleft of her bare-naked ass. And breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

I remained like that for a good several minutes, just enjoying the feel of my girlfriend’s warm body spooned up against mine. It was just the two of us now - Belle and Lily had gone across the hall to sleep in Belle’s room after last night’s... “experience”.

I could still remember the sight of the three girls kneeling before me, taking turns sucking my dick. I could still hear Sam’s encouraging voice coaching Lily to maintain eye-contact with me while using her tongue to lap along the underside of my shaft. I could still see Belle doing that two-handed opposite-twisting thing she did on my rod with her tiny grip, and then Lily copying the technique. And I could still feel the tight sensation of Lily trying so hard to push my prick past her gag reflex, ultimately succeeding for several scant seconds and swallowing my shaft to a deeper depth than she’d ever felt before even if not quite taking in the entire thing.

I remembered Sam warning Lily, He’s about to pop! right before Lily’s eyes started flashing each time a heavy blast of sperm impacted against the roof of her mouth while she stared at me, studying my facial expressions, right up until she choked because she couldn’t handle the volume and abruptly pulled off so that I wound up surprising her by spraying two strings of sticky semen across her comely countenance before Belle could cram my cock into her craw and coax out the rest of my creamy cum while Sam leaned in to lick up my spending from Lily’s face.

I remembered the sounds of Lily’s erotic moans in response to my oral attentions, wrapping my tongue around her little love button and cramming first one and then two fat fingers into her soaking wet snatch. Her moans had been muffled by Belle’s mouth as the pair of petite pretty girls exchanged sloppy kisses, all while Belle fondled Lily’s right breast with Sam suckling on Lily’s left one.

And I remembered feeling Belle tense up and start hyperventilating a bit while she sat between my spread legs and reclined back against my chest, gawking in eager excitement at the sight of Lily’s pretty face slowly approaching her puffy pink pussy. I held my impish pixie in my arms and felt her almost innocent trembling as her new bestie began her first tentative licks of another girl’s slit. I trapped Belle’s arms to prevent her from abruptly grabbing the back of Lily’s head and cramming it against her crotch, but I needn’t have worried because Belle herself seemed a little overwhelmed by the mental high of the moment to actively do anything. And I’ll never forget the wide grin of accomplishment on Lily’s face after Belle finally let her head fall back against my shoulder and squealed as she reached her pleasure peak.

That’s when Sam offered to let Lily have the honor of the evening’s first ride on The BTC boyfriend’s big dick, to which Lily shyly admitted she was a virgin. Sam’s jaw dropped open in surprise, and then her eyes got even bigger when she realized that this wasn’t news to either me or Belle.

“You both already knew?!?” Sam squawked.

I held my hands up defensively. “I just found out tonight when I took Lily to the car so we could talk in private.”

Belle shrugged. “I just found out tonight after they came back from the car all giddy and happy after more than thirty minutes and asked her how it went and she told me they didn’t do it.”

“It’s not something I go out of my way to advertise,” Lily said apologetically. “Bottom line: I’m not ready to go all the way yet. But please don’t let that stop either of you from being with him. In fact, I’d love to see him making love to both of you.”

So that’s how I wound up flat on my back staring up at my gorgeous platinum-blonde girlfriend as she straddled my loins and notched my prickhead at the portal of her pretty pink passageway. Sam undulated her pelvis, really grinding her clitty against my cock as if it were her personal pleasure device (which, it kinda was). And then the busty blonde bombshell’s eyes flashed as she gave Lily a broad smile, drawling, “Wanna see something cool?”

Lily nodded silently and then gasped as Sam started to sink herself down around my stiff schlong, moaning in rapturous satisfaction with every inch until she’d made my entire dick disappear from view.

“So cool...” Lily breathed.

“So cool...” Sam repeated in a low tone, staring down at me with a serene smile. I would’ve thought she might close her eyes to concentrate inwards on the sensations of her sweet snatch swallowing up every last inch of my steel-hard shaft. But instead her soft brown irises were locked with mine, peering through the windows to my soul while simultaneously allowing me to peer through hers.

“So cool...” I repeated as well, the serenity of my smile matching hers. Despite Belle and Lily’s presence, for a few seconds it felt like Sam and I were the only two people in the world:

Just my girlfriend and me.

Aphrodite and her devoted worshipper.

The Goddess and the puny mortal so incredibly lucky to have this chance to bask in the brilliance of her love.

Sam bent over, crushing her beautiful big tits against my chest as my arms went around her neck. Her lips crashed into mine and she moaned in erotic ecstasy as our tongues tangoed and our legs intertwined. She didn’t actively hump herself up and down. Rather, my fair maiden milked my cock with her milkmaid muscles, sending lightning bolts of pleasure up and down my spine. And together we made love like two soulmates who simply belonged together and would always belong together until the end of time.

“So cool...” Lily breathed again, her voice piercing the veil that surrounded us. But neither Sam nor I minded as we broke our kiss and turned to look at Lily’s smiling face as the petite cutie continued, “Now THIS is what I imagined when I fantasized about making love for the first time: intimate kissing and fondling instead of screaming and spanking. You two are AMAZING together.”

“We are,” Sam agreed before turning back to face me with a beaming smile. “We really are.”

And then we went back to showing Lily what true lovemaking really looked like.

While Sam and I never got to screaming and spanking, eventually our lovemaking did escalate in tempo and power until I held my fair-haired lover’s hips in my hands and hammered her up and down until she squealed in orgasmic satisfaction. After that it was Belle’s turn to go for a ride and we got back into the position with Belle in my lap reclining against my chest - only this time she sat her super-tight twat down around my tumescent tool with Sam leaning in to lick at our interlocked loins.

I eventually lost my load into my little lover’s pulsing pussy. Sam sucked out my spending and snowballed it back to Belle. And the three of us cuddled together in the aftermath with a warmly intimate glow that Lily said made her heart melt.

After that, Belle took Lily downstairs to use the shower there while Sam and I cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom. We went to bed in our separate rooms, and I fell asleep happily holding my Head Girlfriend in my arms. Now it was the next morning and my refreshed erection seemed to sniff out a succulent snatch all of its own accord. I let my fingers do a little extra love-button buffing to help lube her up, but Sam was still asleep when I started to slide my stiff schlong inside of her pleasurable slice of paradise. She stiffened and startled awake soon after, of course, and then sighed and reached back with one arm to grab my ass and help tug the rest of my rigid rod into her clasping cunt.

“Good morning, my love,” I murmured from just above Sam’s right cheek, still on my knees as my surprise insertion twisted her a bit so that our two bodies formed a narrow X-shape. And I flexed my dick inside her for emphasis.

“Mmm ... Morning, Matty...” my lover mumbled with a dreamy sigh. “Have I told you lately how much I love it when you wake me up this way?”

“You have, but I could stand to hear it again.”

“Mmm ... I love it when you wake me up this way,” she crooned. “And I’m gonna love you waking me up this way for the rest of our lives.”

I knew right then and there: today was gonna be a GREAT day.

A great start to the day got even better when Sam and I emerged from the master bedroom and discovered that we weren’t the only ones enjoying our morning as erotic feminine moans floating through Belle’s bedroom door eased any lingering concern that Lily would regret last night’s bold leap into Sapphic experimentation. Sam squeezed my hand and waggled her eyebrows suggestively before tugging my hand and leading me over to the stairs.

The wood stair treads in this old Victorian-style house audibly creaked with every step as we descended, alerting everyone in the house that we were coming. So as soon as Sam and I walked through the open kitchen doorway, Naimh turned away from the gas range and greeted us merrily, “Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!”

I snorted and immediately laughed as my girlfriend came to me for a warm hug and a quick kiss. I goosed her ass and remarked, “Remembered that, did you? Guess that answers the question of whether you’re hungover or not.”

“Pssht,” the Irish girl scoffed. “I don’t get hangovers. It’s in me blood.”

Indeed, I’d never seen Naimh hungover, and she puttered around the kitchen this morning with an energetic bounce in her step as if she hadn’t consumed an improbably large amount of alcohol last night.

Naimh’s drinking challenge competitor on the other hand...

“Have you seen Eva yet?” I asked, glancing back out through the kitchen doorway.

“She’s still here. Still asleep,” Naimh confirmed. “I peeked into Sam’s room ten minutes ago before starting breakfast.”

“Guess I’m stuck wearing this for a little while longer,” Sam drawled while picking at the shoulders of my white button-down dress shirt. It was the only article of clothing she currently wore.

“I’m good with totally naked if you prefer,” I interjected, reaching beneath the hem.

“I’d offer to let you borrow my clothes,” Naimh chimed in, lifting the shirt with a spare spatula to expose my hand happily fondling my girlfriend’s bare buttcheek. “Except that you look ridiculously sexy in his shirt.”

“Why thank you!” Sam replied, preening prettily.

“Anything we can do to help?” I asked.

“Nah. I’ll have brekkie done in a jiff,” Naimh remarked with a wink for Sam. “You can take Matty outside and make out with him a little more.”

“I already got to do way more than make out with him,” Sam retorted while literally taking the spatula out of Naimh’s hand and then hip-checking the other girl away from the range. “I’ll finish brekkie and you can go make out with him.”

The redhead opened her mouth for a moment to reply, but before she could, I grabbed hold of her hand and started tugging her out the kitchen doorway. My sexy Irish girlfriend giggled and grinned, exclaiming, “God I love this club!”

Sam laughed and turned her attention to the food while I brought Naimh out to the living room and parked us on the couch. This time, I was the one who enthused, “Ooh! Opportunity!” as I pulled my personal freckled redhead into my lap so that we were face-to-face and grabbed her ass so we could start up a hot-and-heavy makeout session.

Naimh moaned into my mouth as we sucked face like a couple of teenagers (which, well, we were) until we started running out of oxygen and finally had to separate to breathe. She looked exactly the right kind of sweaty and sexy in that moment, grinning at me with glittering green eyes.

Two seconds later, I hadn’t quite caught my breath yet but wanted to feel my girlfriend’s lips against mine anyways, so I tightened my grip around Naimh’s body and started to draw her towards me again.

She flowed into me at first, but surprisingly turned her face aside at the last moment so that my mouth mashed against her cheek, greeting, “Heyyy ... You’re up. Wanna get in on this?”

I turned my head and found Eva looking rather worse for wear. Her jet-black hair was frazzled and her short bangs were askew. Her purple cocktail dress was rumpled and rode up her left thigh, and she carried the heel straps of her dangling stiletto shoes with two hooked fingers of her right hand.

Eva grimaced as she turned to look at us, eyes tight as if the lights were too bright even though none of the actual room lights were on and the only illumination was whatever daylight came in through the windows. “What?” she asked in obvious confusion. “Get in on what?”

“Making out with Matty,” Naimh replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

The clearly hungover girl frowned. “Why would you think I’d wanna make out with Matty?”

The freckled redhead in my lap giggled. “Because you clearly enjoyed doing it so much last night.”

Eva’s eyebrows knitted together as her frown deepened and she shook her head while leaning against the wall for support. “Don’t mess with me, please; it’s not funny. If you really pride yourselves so much on not being a clique of catty bitches, it’s not cool to tease about that kinda shit.”

Naimh gave her a puzzled look. “Do you honestly not remember? Alcohol must’ve hit you harder than I would’ve thought.”

Eva’s spine stiffened as she stood up straight, pursing her lips and looking defensive. “Har har,” she deadpanned. “I know I passed out and needed to crash here last night, so congratulations on winning the drinking contest. But you don’t have to be a sore winner about it by making up shit, or trying to convince me that Matty and I hooked up while I was blitzed.”

Now Naimh and I exchanged a look, and my girlfriend muttered, “She really doesn’t remember.”

“We didn’t ‘hook up’,” I stated matter-of-factly, and Eva visibly relaxed, at least until I continued by saying, “Buuut ... there were a few makeout sessions.”

Eva’s eyes got big as she stared at me with an expression of genuine surprise. The look on her face was enough to make ME pause and consider that my memory might be playing tricks on me. And yet I distinctly recalled no less than three separate kisses with as much clarity as I recalled last night’s foursome with Sam, Belle, and Lily.

There had been the time Eva hopped out of the bounce house and laid a fierce liplock on me while Sam was still in my arms before I met up with Lincoln outside the bathroom.

There had been the time Eva quite literally told Naimh, Hold my beer before climbing into my lap on the sectional and cramming her tongue down my throat for about thirty seconds before smirking and returning to her seat.

And there had been the time when we were all on the dance floor together, she started giving me flirtatious glances that led to us grinding our crotches together, and then she grabbed my hands to forcibly plant them on her incredibly sculpted ass before wrapping her arms around my neck and then crooning into my mouth as we kissed for what felt like hours until we separated, panting and grinning at each other right up until Lily grabbed me and I started making out with her instead.

Not that Eva seemed to recall any of them. She closed her eyes, rubbed her temples with the thumb and middle finger of her right hand, and muttered, “This isn’t funny, guys. I mean yeah, I know I got pretty wasted last night, but I’m not the type to get blackout drunk and not remember anything. I remember last night, I really have no idea what you’re talking about, and it isn’t cool for you to pretend like something happened when it really didn’t.”

“Okay, okay,” Naimh conceded, raising both hands. “If you say nothing happened, then nothing happened.”

“Nothing would’ve happened,” Eva insisted. “Matty and I aren’t like that, alright? I mean you’re cute, brah. And if you were single then ... I dunno ... But you’ve got Sam and Neevie and Belle and now Lily and I would never get involved with a guy that’s already got three or four girlfriends.”

“Fair enough.” Naimh extended both hands forward, making it clear that she was ready to concede the conversation.

Eva then grimaced again as if the lights were too bright. “Ugh. Does anybody have any contact solution? I really shouldn’t have slept in mine and now they’re dried out and stuck to my eyeballs.”

“Sam wears contacts. She’s got some saline solution in the medicine cabinet,” I informed her.

“Right. I probably should’ve checked there first,” Eva muttered.

“And you’re welcome to borrow some clothes if you’d rather not walk down the street looking like that,” Naimh volunteered as she dismounted my lap.

“Yeah, I really look like shit, don’t I? Real sexy, huh, Matty?”

I blinked in surprise at being addressed. “You honestly look really hot, even now.” Rumpled clothes and messy hair couldn’t disguise the fact that Eva had a fabulous figure with mouthwatering tits on display in a plunging V-neck and super-long legs extending beneath a scandalously short hemline. Even her somewhat messed up dark eyeshadow gave her a just-got-fucked-hard kind of look that would’ve stirred the bulge in my shorts even if Naimh hadn’t just been making out with me.

Eva blushed and averted her eyes at the sincerity in my voice, like she wasn’t ready for the compliment.

So I quickly shrugged and continued, “I think Neevie just didn’t want you to feel embarrassed about walking down the street wearing a dress that had clearly been worn the previous night.”

“Right, right.” Eva briefly turned her attention to Naimh, who casually walked past her into the downstairs bathroom and flicked on the light. But before she followed, the hapa beauty looked back at me and mumbled, “Umm, thank you, at least. For last night. I certainly remember you carrying me out to the car, and then carrying me into the house, and finally tucking me into bed. Thank you for that. And ... uh ... thank you for not ... uhhh ... for not taking advantage of me.”

I raised both eyebrows at Eva’s tone of voice, definitely getting the hint that others had taken advantage of her in the past. I sat up straight and stared at her sincerely, stating, “You’ll never have to worry about that with me. I promise.”

She sighed in relief and gave me an almost shy smile before catching herself and pursing her lips together instead. Eva stared down at the floor for a few seconds, her expression that of a girl still trying to make up her mind. But eventually she raised her chin, looked up at me, and nodded slowly. “I think I can believe that.”

“You can,” I reassured her.

That shy smile returned for a fleeting second before disappearing as she blushed and stared down at the floor again.

“Found the contact solution!” Naimh called from the bathroom.

“Thanks. Be right there,” Eva muttered in reply while turning her head towards the bathroom. But she apparently turned her head a little too fast, because she immediately grimaced again and held her head. But eventually the vertigo passed, and after giving me one last mysterious look, she took a step backwards and then walked away.

Breakfast started off quietly. Eva looked visibly uncomfortable and hungover, slouching in her seat and wearing a perpetual grimace. The sounds of silverware banging off the dishes as we ate made her wince. And she spent more time holding her head than eating.

This was the first time I’d ever seen Eva without makeup, as she must’ve scrubbed it all right off while taking a shower before breakfast. Gone were the heavy eyeshadow, the rose-tinted cheeks, and the dark lipstick. Her luxurious jet-black hair (still damp) had been pulled back into a functional ponytail, and she wore a borrowed Cal Berkeley sweater and Naimh’s gray cotton shorts. Gone was her air of condescending indifference. I saw her this morning as an ordinary teenage girl, barely a month into her first year of college three thousand miles from home. She looked smaller, somehow, and certainly less intimidating. I didn’t know whether or not she was showing us this side of herself because she felt comfortable enough to let down her walls, or simply because her head hurt too much to try keeping the walls up and she had no other choice but to let us see her as she was.

But then I reminded myself that she did have a choice. She could’ve taken her borrowed clothes and immediately excused herself to walk three doors down to Mrs. Morris’s house to scrub off her makeup and feel hungover and miserable in the privacy of the room she shared with Lily. But instead she was still here, eating breakfast with us, letting herself look less than perfectly-put-together without worrying about what we might think of her.

Eva stayed with her friends. And I wanted to make sure she understood that we were all here for her.

Thankfully, Sam already seemed to be on the same page as me. That special quality she had to take time out of her busy schedule, drop everything else, and prioritize a friend in need had already come to the fore. Although Naimh had started making corned beef hash for breakfast (and Sam had finished making it), Sam went back into the kitchen to prepare bland soft-boiled eggs and white toast specifically for Eva’s weakened stomach. She also went and switched our silverware for plastic cutlery that wouldn’t bang so much and brought over two ibuprofen pills. I pulled the curtains closed at the window by the dining table to remove the glare and then grabbed a fleece blanket off the couch to wrap around Eva’s shoulders. Naimh followed our lead by going into the kitchen to mix up “an Irish hangover cure”, which turned out to be a cup of tea with honey.

Eva found her sense of humor enough to mutter dryly, “Thought Irish girls didn’t get hangovers.”

The redhead smirked, pointed both of her thumbs to her chest, and replied, “This Irish girl doesn’t.”

In the end, Eva ate a single piece of toast, drank a little bit of apple juice, and then took the mug of honey tea over to the armchair in the living room while wrapped up in the fleece blanket. She sat sideways with her legs hanging over the left armrest, leaned her head against the backrest, and closed her eyes. With her dark hair held up in the ponytail, the position exposed her long, graceful neck. And from my angle, I once again found that her form and figure reminded me very much of mój skarbie: my darling Zofi.

I was walking across the living room before I realized I’d even gotten up. Kneeling next to the right armrest, I was in the perfect position to reach up with one hand and gently trail my fingers down the back of Eva’s head and neck. I’d made enough noise so that even with her eyes closed, she had to know someone had approached, so she didn’t startle at my touch. She sighed lightly when I applied a little more pressure and began a neck massage. And a minute after that she twisted her torso forward to give me better access to her shoulders as well.

“Scoot up to the front of the seat,” I told her softly.

Still with her eyes closed, Eva nodded and then turned to face forward and scoot up a bit. The armchair was wide enough for me to hop over and slot myself in right behind her with my legs outside of hers. And once I got myself situated, I was able to comfortably work with both hands to give her one of my famous backrubs while she hunched over, hugging the balled-up fleece blanket.

Eva groaned and moaned throughout the next ten minutes. I paused a couple of times to tell her to sip some tea or drink some water, and while each time I did so she grumbled like she didn’t really want to, she admitted that she felt better afterwards.

Belle and Lily arrived then, hopping down the stairs as gleefully as if they were still in the bounce house. Lily giggled as soon as she spotted me giving Eva a backrub, shooting her arm into the air as she hollered, “I call ‘next’!”

Eva immediately grimaced at the volume and bent over a little further.

“Oi! Not so loud,” Sam scolded in a firm but quiet tone. “Matty’s helping Eva deal with a bad hangover. Why don’t you two come get breakfast and leave ‘em alone for a bit.”

“Oops. E kala mai. Sorry...” Lily mumbled apologetically.

Belle and Lily both settled down and took seats at the dining table. Lily kept shooting glances at me, eyes wide with wonder, and I didn’t need to be a mind-reader to be able to tell she was thinking about all the “stuff” we’d been doing last night together. But she kept a lid on her enthusiasm in light of what was going on and didn’t disturb us. And that left me free to focus on putting Eva at ease.

I must’ve put her a little too much at ease though, because after another ten minutes of neck and shoulder massaging she seemed to go limp in front of me. She was still bent over the balled-up blanket, her chin mashed into the fleece fabric. But all tension had gone out of her body and after leaning forward to listen to her steady breathing, I realized she’d fallen asleep.

I didn’t want to wake her, of course, but I was also trapped on the armchair with no easy way to get out without jostling her. But I didn’t really WANT to leave her anyways. I felt proud of myself for being able to do something to make her feel better despite the wicked hangover.

So instead of trying to extricate myself, I let her remain exactly as she was for another few minutes: sleeping peacefully. But as her slumber deepened, all strength left her body and her head started lolling over to the side. She startled just a bit at the feel of falling but remained asleep, the way I’d often seen one of the girls do when nodding off in the minivan during a long drive. And rather than let her head continue to loll around unsupported, I wrapped my arms around both her and the blanket and then gently drew her back against my chest.

Eva snorted just a bit, but her eyes remained closed. I gently pivoted her so that she was curled up in a fetal position on her left side, her cheek against my chest and still hugging the balled-up blanket. I used my right hand to support her shoulder and keep her steady. And then I relaxed, let my own head lean back, and closed my eyes.

I must’ve nodded off myself, because the next thing I knew Eva was shifting in my grasp and I felt like I had drool leaking from the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I instinctively wiped at the unwanted moisture with my left hand, and a moment later Eva’s head tilted up so she could look at me.

Our eyes met and I read nervous anxiety in Eva’s irises even through the blue-tinted contacts, the kind of obvious worry that any teenage girl with self-esteem issues would feel wondering what a cute guy thought of them. I tried to project an aura of both confidence and safety while keeping my arms wrapped around her in reassurance. And after a moment she seemed to relax and then set her cheek down on my chest again.

“I fell asleep,” she murmured as if it weren’t obvious.

“We both did,” I replied quietly before glancing up at the wall clock, which informed me that more than an hour had passed since the backrub.

“Where is everyone?” she asked, also glancing around the empty living room.

I cocked my ears, knowing that with the poor soundproofing in this house, the presence of any human being under this roof would be readily apparent no matter which room they were in. But it was as silent as a mouse, and I suggested, “They probably all went out rather than risk disturbing us.”

“So we’re alone for once,” she mumbled softly ... thoughtfully ... and a moment later she looked up into my eyes with a touch of ... hope? ... in her eyes.

As I looked back down into Eva’s eyes, I very much got the sense that she wanted me to kiss her right then, but I wasn’t about to actually kiss her. I’d seen similar looks from ALL of the OG BTC girls over the years dating back to well before we actually started doing anything with each other, but I’d never taken the initiative to just lean in and kiss them - not back then, at least. Matty was the safe guy. Matty would never presume permission just based on a look. Matty would never kiss first and ask for forgiveness later.