Chapter 8: Quality Time

-- OCTOBER --

Something tickled my balls, and with a start, I jerked awake.

“Mmph!” somebody squeaked, promptly choked, and pulled away to start coughing.

The sound of a girl’s anguish woke me up FAST, and I sat up to find out what had just happened. Having gone to bed last night alone with Belle, I expected to see my pretty “little sister” hunched over and coughing. Even though she’d certainly gotten a lot of practice at waking me up with morning blowjobs, Belle still had difficulty getting all of me down her throat.

But to my surprise I found Lily bent over instead, eyes bugged out and her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pounded her chest and coughed violently to clear her throat.

“Oh, crap, Lily!” I exclaimed. “I’m sorry!”

“I warned you,” Belle chided Lily lightly while rubbing her friend’s back. The strawberry-blonde babe knelt upright beside us and added reassuringly, “But don’t feel bad. It happens to the best of us.”

Lily held a hand up to me, palm out, while she dry-retched and then coughed several times. Her eyes were watery and her tongue waggled in the empty space between her open lips while she visibly struggled to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Belle continued to stroke her bestie’s back and then started thumping it lightly with the heel of her hand as if that would help Lily overcome her choking fit. It actually seemed to work.

“You were right,” the petite Hawaiian girl finally managed to croak, glancing over her shoulder back at Belle before repeating, “You were right.”

“Seriously: same thing happened to me.” Belle shrugged and smiled.

“Just when I thought I was starting to get used to this giant tree,” Lily wheezed. “Brings a whole new meaning to Brok da mout.”

Belle laughed but then frowned as she glanced back at my morning wood, which wasn’t quite so ‘giant tree’ anymore. It wasn’t flaccid or anything, but I’d definitely lost a little starch while Lily was coughing.

“Oh no! Poor baby!” Belle exclaimed before tucking her strawberry-blonde hair back behind her ears with both hands and bending over to quickly slurp my schlong into her hot little mouth. She immediately sealed her lips around my very base, much easier to accomplish at half-mast, and then started slowly dragging her lips back as if she could physically stretch my shaft back to full-length.

Lily winced and looked apologetic. “Sorry, Matty...”

“Now don’t you turn into an ‘honorary Canadian’,” I told her lightly, reaching up to caress her cheek. “I’ve told you before: inexperience is nothing to be ashamed of. And we both know there’s a solution for that.”

“Practice, practice, practice!” Lily replied giddily, her eyes practically forming upside-down crescent moons as she smiled broadly. “See, this is why you’re such an awesome guy. You always know how to make me feel better.”

“Oh, I’m nothing special. I’m sure any guy would be more than happy to hear a beautiful babe like you suggest she ‘practice, practice, practice’ at giving more blowjobs.”

“Probably...” Lily smiled again, but this time with a much more ... shy ... expression on her pretty face. She looked up at me with large, luminous doe eyes and sighed rather dreamily before saying, “But there’s really only one guy I want to practice on.”

“Lucky me.”

Lily giggled again. “Definitely lucky.”

So as it turned out, Belle really could physically stretch my shaft back to full length. In less than a minute my impish “little sister” smirked up at me around a mouthful of meat. But with her mission accomplished, she promptly pulled off and then gestured for her new bestie to take over. The whole idea, of course, was for Lily to take a turn giving me “an alarm clock BJ”. I later learned that Belle had told Lily about the surprise sex act more than a month ago and described it as a quintessential BTC rite of passage. So when Lily told Belle last night that she wanted to try it, the girls had of course arranged for Lily to sneak in early this morning.

Without hesitation, the Hawaiian hottie happily dropped her mouth down around my dick, moaning as if she were tasting the most amazing ono grindz she’d ever had. I groaned and leaned back to enjoy her oral attention, at first watching her watching me and giving her reassuring smiles to let her know she was doing a great job. Then, I let my head fall back against the mattress and closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations while also giving her the freedom to focus on her blowjob technique without splitting her attention to stare up at me.

As usual, Belle chimed in with occasional suggestions to concentrate on my cockhead while hand-pumping my rod, to tickle my balls, or to take a deep breath and see how much of me Lily could get into her throat. Lily also took a break every now and again, happily handing me off to her best friend so the expert could show her apprentice how it should be done.

I could tell which girl was blowing me by her technique, so I knew it was Lily’s mouth around my meat even before I picked my head up to look down at her. The pretty girl looked even prettier with my dick in her mouth, and I reached up with my right hand to delicately caress her cheek and thank her for her efforts much as I’d done a dozen times already over the past week or so, ever since she and I first crossed this line from platonic friends to ... well ... doing “stuff” together. But right before I could actually say anything, my fingers froze as I paused in momentary puzzlement, getting the sense that something felt just a little bit ... off.

And that’s when I realized Lily had a white plumeria flower clipped to her hair just behind her left ear.

Lily had occasionally worn a plumeria behind her ear over the past couple of months - not every day but often enough for it to feel like a regular occurrence. The flowers were a standard Hawaiian accessory like the necklaces, bracelets, and rings that all the girls occasionally wore, but an accessory that represented their unique heritage. Belle had even taken to wearing plumerias every now and again just for fun.

Belle had also been the one to explain to me the significance of which side a girl’s flower adorned. Much like a wedding band, a flower worn behind the left ear indicated that a girl was “taken/unavailable”, whereas a flower worn behind the right ear signified “unattached/available”. Belle had gone out of her way to point this out to me because she wore her flower behind her left ear, while Lily had always worn her flower behind her right ear.

Until today.

“Something you wanna tell me?” I asked Lily a little hesitantly, reaching up to flick the plumeria petal. And for half a second, I wondered if she might tell me she’d found some other guy to be her boyfriend, nevermind how unlikely that would be given that she still had my dick in her mouth.

“Finally noticed that, did you?” Belle drawled before Lily could say anything.

But Lily did pull off me, gave my prick a few extra pumps, and then flashed me a shy smile. “I’m not asking you to date me or anything and I’m not claiming you’re my boyfriend,” she stated nervously. “You were very clear about not needing any additional romantic complications in your life and that you’d be perfectly fine if I met some other guy to be my boyfriend.”

“I smell a ‘but’ coming...”

Lily exchanged a quick glance with Belle, who gave her an encouraging nod, before returning her attention to me. She rather nervously reached back with her left hand to touch the flower and took a deep breath before explaining, “This is just for me, really. Hawaiian girls don’t only wear these on their left side because they’re with someone. Lots of girls wear them just to say, ‘I’m unavailable’ or even just, ‘I’m not interested so don’t bother me’. That’s basically what I’m doing. I know most guys around here don’t understand the meaning, but it’s my way of subtly saying I’m not looking for any romantic complications.”

I nodded slowly. “I get it. It’s cool. It’s not like you’re wearing the flower on your left side because you see yourself as my fourth girlfriend or anything like that.”

“Totally not,” Lily confirmed immediately, nodding with a smile.

“Ummm ... okay.” I gave her a warm, reassuring look. “That’s cool.”

“Cool,” Belle repeated, nodding slowly.

Lily grinned. “Totally cool.”

“This is SOOO not cool,” Belle muttered as she and I walked down the sidewalk hand-in-hand.

Per our normal Monday/Wednesday routine, Naimh had held my hand for the walk from our house onto campus while Belle followed behind us. When we reached our usual intersection, my redheaded girlfriend gave me a quick kiss and then bounced away towards the Biology buildings while Belle slid her small hand into mine for the journey that remained, so it was just the two of us now.

“What’s not cool?” I asked, surprised to find Belle frowning and shaking her head. In hindsight she’d been pretty quiet during the walk to campus, but I hadn’t really noticed given how effervescently affectionate Naimh had been with me for the first half of our journey while Belle had been behind us.

“This whole situation with Lily,” she muttered, still shaking her head.

“Um, does this have something to do with her wearing the plumeria on her left?”

Belle rolled her eyes at me as if I were denser than a neutron star.

I arched an eyebrow. “So the whole bit about her saying I shouldn’t read too much into it was total bullshit.”

“Total bullshit,” Belle confirmed before hedging, “I mean, she really doesn’t think of herself as your fourth girlfriend or anything. She knows you’re not looking for another romance, and I don’t think she’s deluding herself into thinking you’ll just eventually fall in love with her if she sticks around long enough.”

I blinked. “Then what’s the problem?”

“I dunno,” Belle muttered. “I mean, she’s saying all the right things and yet I can already tell...”

Her voice trailed off rather than finish that sentence. And when she didn’t immediately continue, I gave her hand a squeeze and led, “You can already tell what?”

Belle sighed, finishing, “That this is turning into a Mari situation all over again.”

I blinked. “A ‘Mari situation’?”

My little pixie smirked and pumped her fist in the air, mimicking, “‘Team Belle!’”

“You mean the way Mari developed feelings for me but wouldn’t act on them because she believed I belong with you instead?”

“Kinda, except in this case Lily believes you belong with the three of us: me, Sam, and Neevie.”

“I DO belong with you, Sam, and Neevie. Lily’s great and all, but I meant everything I said about not needing additional romantic complications.”

“And she knows that ... up here.” Belle tapped the side of her head twice before switching to tapping her heart. “But if she truly felt it in here, she wouldn’t have switched the plumeria. I noticed the change first thing as soon as Lily showed up this morning but didn’t have time to ask her about it since she didn’t want to risk you waking up before she could get her mouth on you.”

“You think she switched sides because she’s crushing on me.”

“I know she said she switched sides just to announce to other guys, ‘I’m not interested so don’t bother me,’ but I can also tell that’s not the whole truth.”

“The whole truth meaning that she’s actually announcing: ‘I don’t have a boyfriend exactly but I’m crushing on this other guy who’s not you, so I’m sorry but I’m not available’.”

Belle smirked. “It’s basically what Mari said to Gerald when the poor guy showed interest in her.”

I grimaced, momentarily feeling bad for Gerald. My three girlfriends and I had occasional group chats on AIM (AOL Instant Messenger) with the four NBGs, so I knew Mari was staying in touch with Gerald now that they were both in SoCal, but to my knowledge they were doing their own things at their own colleges.

I then turned my attention back to Belle and arched an eyebrow. “Is it possible you’re conflating the two? I know you miss your BFF and would love for your friendship with Lily to grow into something similar, but just because Mari felt a certain way about me doesn’t necessarily mean Lily feels the same.”

Belle shook her head. “It’s because I know for sure how Mari felt that I can tell what’s going through Lily’s head. Look, you’ve said all the right things and you’ve gone out of your way to make clear to Lily you don’t want to lead her on, but a girl’s heart is an illogical thing and she’s falling in love with you whether you like it or not.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead with my free hand. “Not cool.”

“We’re in agreement.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you know.”

“My fault?” Belle squawked.

“You’ve been pushing Lily and me together since the first week of school, talking me up like I was the greatest thing since sliced bread and putting all these thoughts into her head about me giving her the most incredible sexual experience of her life.”

“I just wanted to watch you fuck her, not have her fall in love with you.”

“And how many girls have you watched me fuck who didn’t fall in love with me?”

Belle blinked a couple of times while her jaw silently flapped open and closed a couple of times. But to her credit, she jutted out her lower lip and nodded firmly just a few seconds later while stating, “Two: Zofi and Alice.”

I waggled my head. “Well, fine. But Lily clearly isn’t lesbian. And you didn’t seriously think your tender-hearted new bestie was going to fill the Alice-shaped void in my life, did you? We’ve all see her swoon when she watches us intimately kiss and fondle during our lovemaking.”

Belle sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know exactly what I was thinking. At first I just saw Lily and Eva as a couple of wicked hot bodies to get plowed, and once I started fantasizing about watching you annihilate them until they passed out from pleasure overload and you pulled out to jizz your creamy cum all over their unconscious bodies, the images just wou--”

The sound of heavy objects hitting concrete right behind us startled both me and Belle, and we stopped to turn around and found some poor guy kneeling on the ground trying to pick up his books and folders. He conspicuously avoided looking at us as he did so, and ten seconds later he got up and hustled away in the opposite direction.

Belle giggled. “Maybe I shouldn’t say that kinda shit on public walkways.”

“Maybe,” I agreed. “But I’m guessing you were about to tell me the fantasies took over and you wanted to see them come true.”

“Seems pretty unlikely at this point, with you and Eva making that stupid ‘no sex’ pact and virgin Lily still scared shitless about trying to fit your ... um...” Belle’s voice trailed off as a couple of girls approached within earshot heading in the opposite direction, and she blushed before finishing, “You know what I mean.”

“I do.”

“I never expected to click with Lily the way I did.” Belle got a faraway look on her face. “Mari was my best friend - and will ALWAYS be my BFF - and she was a special, unique human being who can never be replaced.”

“You’ll get no argument from me.”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t make new friends, and Lily and I just have so much in common, and she’s so upbeat and funny and friendly and we can talk for hours on end--”

“Believe me: I know.”

“We’re two peas in a pod and I couldn’t be happier that we met. But at the same time, I don’t wanna see her get hurt.” Belle pursed her lips and gave me a serious look. “I know she’s falling for you. And yeah, a lot of that is probably my fault for egging her on to put a move on you. But I honestly didn’t know she was a virgin and I honestly didn’t know what was gonna happen once you two started messing around with each other and while maybe it was naïve of me to think you two could really just have a physical relationship without it really meaning anything I suppose I should’ve known better after what happened with the rest of The BTC and come to think of it maybe the Mari parallel really isn’t such a bad thing because even though you two didn’t end up together-together the way things turned out with Sam or Neevie if you ask Mari if she has any regrets about her relationship with you she’d totally say it was all worth it and that she enjoyed what she got from you for as long as she did.”

I blinked a couple of times and then smirked at Belle. “Where do you even breathe in all that?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.”

“I’m just saying: maybe you should date Lily a bit,” Belle said with a smirk.

My eyes popped open wide. “Umm, what?”

“Nothing serious. But I know it would mean the world to her if you took her out on a one-on-one date. Like instead of getting into a makeout session on the couch with you sucking her boobies and then her giving you a blowjob until you cum down her throat, you take her to a nice dinner first and THEN get into a makeout session on the couch with you sucking her boobies and then--”

“I get it, I get it. You don’t have to repeat the whole thing.”

“A girl could feel cheap and used when a guy keeps getting access to all her goodies but never stops to build up the emotional intimacy or anything.”

“We’re building emotional intimacy,” I protested. “We’re becoming really good friends.”

“Riiight. Because she’s spending all that time talking to you instead of getting her mouth around your dick, or getting your mouth onto her nipples or in her crotch,” Belle muttered dryly.

“You should talk. Do you two spend more time talking or more time eating each other out nowadays?”

“I’ll have you know we have a particular fondness for making out while fingering each other, although I’m trying to get her into scissoring now,” Belle pronounced. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I get tons of one-on-one time with her while you’re with Sam or Neevie (or both). But Lily doesn’t get any quality one-on-one time with you that isn’t sex-related. I think the two of you need to go on a date.”

“What part of ‘not getting into additional romantic complications’ do you not understand?”

“You owe it to her so she doesn’t feel like you’re just using her mouth as a warm and wet receptacle for your gushing sperm.”

One of the guys walking past us tripped and stumbled, and we glanced back to find him conspicuously facing forward and trying to act like nothing happened while his friend elbowed him in the side.

I sighed and frowned at Belle, muttering quietly, “You’re saying I’m obligated to taking Lily out on a date because she’s been letting me get to third base with her?”

“Um, kinda?”

I frowned and shook my head. “And weren’t you supposed to stop saying shit like that in public?”

Belle smirked and shrugged, looking anything but apologetic.

I rubbed my forehead. “Between studying and our existing social life, my schedule is pretty full. I took Neevie out last Thursday. I took you out last night. And it’s been two weeks since Sam and I found the time to have a one-on-one date.”

“That’s more on Sam’s schedule than yours. You can totally fit Lily in as well. She can have one of my date spots since you and I aren’t a real boyfriend/girlfriend couple anyways. I mean, I actually wouldn’t mind if we skipped the time and money-waste of a one-on-one date and just went straight to bed. And I actually mean the cuddling with my head on your chest so we can talk post-coital more than the sex part.”

I cocked my head. “Have I not been properly satisfying you on the sex part?”

Belle stopped for a second and chirped, “I had thirteen orgasms yesterday!”

A hot Latina girl I recognized from E10 was walking by, and she stopped for a second to give us a funny look. My cheeks flushed and I grabbed Belle’s elbow to keep us both moving.

Belle giggled, continuing, “Believe me: I’m plenty satisfied. I think I just have more fun in the sex department when we have friends with us instead of you and me alone, so giving up a one-on-one lovemaking session isn’t such a big deal as long as we keep having the multiple-girl orgies.”

I blinked. “Uh, duly noted.”

“But we’re getting off-topic. Lily. You need to take Lily out on a date.”

“B...”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are, but this goes against everything I’ve ever said to Lily about not getting bogged down with additional romantic complications. This goes against everything Lily ever said to me about her interest in me being purely physical.”

Belle shrugged. “All that stuff was said before she started developing feelings for you. She chose of her own accord to start wearing the flower on her left. She’s trying to say the right things because she doesn’t want to upset you, but the flower is a subtle sign that she wants you to love her and that she’s committed herself to you. The least you can do is honor that commitment.”

“Even though I didn’t ask her to commit herself and in fact, the best course of action may be to let her down gently and stop doing... ‘stuff’.”

“Don’t you dare. She’s my best friend right now, so you’re not allowed to break her heart.”