Chapter 28: Safe II

I at least remembered to politely thank Zofi’s parents for letting me join them and kept my cool until I got to the van. But although I left Zofi’s house intending to drive straight over to Sam’s place, by the time I came to my senses I found myself pulling into my own garage. I must’ve driven all the way home on autopilot, my mind elsewhere pondering ramifications and alternative scenarios and every last possible nightmare about what Sam and her mystery date had been up to last night.

Had they kissed?

Did she let him up her ass?

I realized I was being unfair to Sam, and for all I knew, the answers to my kaleidoscope of questions would prove to be completely innocent. But in the absence of information, my paranoid jealous brain was conjuring up the absolute worst-case scenarios.

Zofi had not been forthcoming, although in this case I truly believed it was because she didn’t have the information I wanted, rather than hesitance to spill her BFF’s secrets. She said she knew very little about the guy other than that he didn’t even go to our school. Sam had told her it was nothing serious, and Zofi tried to reassure me that Sam cared about me a lot and would never do anything to hurt me, but the lack of further detail didn’t quiet my suspicions.

Since I happened to be home, I figured I might as well change clothes. I already intended to show up without warning late on a Sunday afternoon and didn’t want to make a bad impression showing up to Sam’s parents’ house in my Niners jersey. So I left the garage door up, headed into my bedroom at a brisk walk, and quickly changed into clean clothes.

Two minutes later I thundered down the stairs and abruptly came to a stop in the hallway to find Mother standing before me looking concerned.

“Oh, you’re home,” I said in surprise.

“Matthew, what’s wrong?”

“Wrong? Why would you think anything’s wrong?” I tried to step around her, but she cut me off.

“You braked hard enough to make the tires screech in the garage, slammed your bedroom door, and it sounded like a herd of elephants were coming down the stairs just now.”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing. Gotta go,” I explained trying to get around her again.

Once again, Mother cut me off. “Matthew.”

A lightbulb went off in my head, and I suddenly stopped trying to get around her. Furrowing my eyebrows, I folded my arms across my chest and asked, “Do you know anything about Sam going out with some guy last night?”

Mother frowned. “How did you find out about that?”

My eyebrows popped. “You DO know!”

“Of course I know. I set it up.”

My eyes got BIG and my jaw dropped open. “YOU set up SAM on a DATE with some other guy?!? How could you?!?”

“Calm down, Matthew. It wasn’t a date.”

“I can’t believe you would...” My voice trailed off as her words belatedly registered. “Wait, what?”

Rolling her eyes, Mother took me by the elbow and led me over into the living room where she sat me down on the sofa and took the wing chair opposite me.

“Last night, Samantha met up with the son of one of my partners at the firm,” she explained. “He’s a third-year at Stanford Law School and it was not, as you say, a ‘date’.”

I blinked a few times as I processed that information. In the end, all I managed was a stupid sounding, “Oh.”

Mother gave me a wry grin. “Were you really worried so much?”

“Uh, well...”

“Samantha’s not your girlfriend.”

“I know that.”

“One might say you’ve no right to be possessive of her.”

“I know.”

“I’m told that Naimh is now your official girlfriend, despite the fact that a revolving door of other girls have been coming in and out of your bedroom for the past few days.”

“Yes, well she’s ... uh ... Neevie is very open to sharing with her friends.”

“So I understand.”

I gave her a funny look. “I get the feeling you understand a lot more of my current sex life than a normal mother would.”

“Your feelings serve you well.”

I frowned. “Is there anything Sam HASN’T told you about my sex life?”

Mother shrugged. “Logic would dictate that I can’t know what I don’t know. But that said, Samantha has been very forthcoming in providing answers to any question I put to her.”

“Why is that? Especially when she hasn’t been very forthcoming with me?”

“Perhaps she likes me better than you.” Mother’s smile was all teeth. But a moment later she took pity on me and exhaled slowly. “Samantha is at a crossroads in her life. On the one hand, she has been brought up all her life under the expectation of becoming a doctor like both of her older siblings and her father. She has studied extensively in preparation for a pre-med undergraduate education followed by medical school.”

“And on the other hand?”

Mother shrugged. “She doesn’t actually want to be a doctor. That much is clear.”

I frowned. “Sam’s always wanted to be a doctor.”

“Has she? Really?”

“I’m guessing my feelings aren’t serving me so well at the moment.” I frowned. “Law school, huh? I’m guessing that was your idea.”

“Not at all. It was a few months ago when Samantha approached me to ask questions about my life as a lawyer. A change in professional plans was her idea, not mine, although I admittedly have not been resistant to the idea. She has a sharp mind, a keen intellect, and a strong work-ethic ideally suited to a legal career. Last night’s ‘rendezvous’ was simply an information-gathering session I arranged because my own memories of law school are both outdated and ... incomplete. In other words: I’m old.”

“You’re not old, Mother. You’re...” My voice trailed off as I realized my brain was going in a direction I didn’t want it to go. “Nevermind.”

Her eyes narrowed as she sensed a compliment, even if I didn’t actually say one. Switching gears, she began, “So let’s talk about you.”

I blinked. “Me?”

“I’m assuming Zofia let slip in one form or another that Samantha was meeting another man last night, hence your rather aggressive arrival back home. Now regardless of the circumstances by which that information was misconstrued, the evidence would seemingly indicate a rather intense jealousy on your part at the mere notion of Samantha’s ... infidelity.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sam wasn’t being ... uh ... infi ... unfaithful. As we’ve already established, she’s not my girlfriend, so faithfulness cannot be presumed.”

“In my experience, whether or not faithfulness is actually warranted, males hold a certain extraterritorial jurisdiction in such matters when they’re intimate with a woman, regardless of any formal relationship status.”

I blinked, processing all that and translating, “You mean I’m possessive of Sam just because we’re banging even though she’s not actually my girlfriend.”

Mother shrugged. To her, we’d said exactly the same thing.

I sighed. “Well you’re probably right. It was right around the time I realized I was feeling jealous of Sam that I realized I’d be jealous of any of the BTC girls hooking up with other guys. I mean, intellectually I know I shouldn’t, but I would be jealous anyway.”

“Human nature. Or perhaps more precisely: evolutionary nature.”

“That doesn’t excuse it.”

“I didn’t say it needed to.”

I frowned. “You’re not going to make some feminist argument that I should subsume my innate masculine need to exercise authoritarian control over the young ladies within my particular sphere of influence as a matter of respecting the female right to not submit to my oppression?”

Mother’s eyes danced. “You’re trying to keep up with me. I appreciate the effort.”

I rolled my eyes again.

“You care about the girls; that much is clear. You’ve had feelings for all of them for years, so it’s no surprise you’ve developed a certain affection for each of them. As your relationships have crossed the lines from platonic to physical, it’s only natural for you to also develop a certain possessiveness over each of them. This is to be expected when a man and a woman become as intimate as you’ve become with each of them, regardless of any formal declarations of ownership.”

I frowned. “Didn’t you just say a minute ago that I had no right to be possessive of her?”

“I did not,” she contradicted. “More precisely, my exact words were, ‘One might say you’ve no right to be possessive of her.’ But that is a statement to which I would personally disagree.”

“So you think I DO have the right to be possessive of her.”

Mother took a deep breath, schooled her features, and gave me an intense look. “When I started dating Warren, I already knew after the first time we had sex that he would feel possessive over me even though we had yet to formalize our status. The expectations of fidelity on both our parts had already been set, even if not yet spoken aloud, and that same fidelity was built into the parameters of our developing relationship. It had been made clear to each of us that we were at the beginning stages of that which could potentially grow into more. Were I to step out and become intimate with some other man, he would have every right to be both jealous and angry. And quite frankly, if Samantha were to become intimate with some other man without at least informing you, you would likewise have every right to be both jealous and angry.”

“Even though we’re not actually together? Even though she and I have made no such expectations of ... uhhh ... that which could potentially grow into more.”

Mother shrugged. “I said you would have the right to be angry if she became unfaithful without informing you. Your lack of formalized relationship status means that if she DID inform you, you wouldn’t have any right to stop her. And yet, I assure you she already understands how much that would hurt you were she to do so.”

“Does she?”

“Let’s reverse the characters for a moment. How do you think the girls would react if you slept with some cheerleader from school without telling them?”

“They’d castrate me. Neevie especially.”

“Putting your new girlfriend aside for a moment, you don’t have a formalized relationship with any of the other girls, and yet you already understand that they expect fidelity from you. Not fidelity to each of them individually, but to the collective.”

“For sure.”

“Samantha understands this too; she would never do anything behind your back. Honesty is the foundation of any relationship, including your friendship. That said, as long as she told you the truth, you WOULD be obligated to let her go if she so chose.”

“Well what if I don’t want to let her go?”

Mother’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying you want a formalized relationship with Samantha?”

I winced. “I’m not ... I mean...”

“Or do you want to ‘get the milk for free’, as they say? To bind her under your authoritarian control without the decency of reciprocation.”

I made a face at her and rolled my eyes again. “That’s not what I meant.”

“You can’t get the goods if you’re not willing to pay the price. How do you truly feel about her?”

“I...”

“Do you want Samantha to be faithful to you?”

“Not precisely.”

Mother folded her arms over her chest. “Please ... be precise.”

“I ... I don’t know how to explain it. What I want most is for Sam to be happy, and if that means being with someone else, that’s fine. I guess I just got caught off guard by Zofi telling me Sam had gone out with another guy last night. The sudden jealousy hit me HARD, and I was all prepared to go charging off to her house to confront her about it, her parents be damned.”

“A good indicator that your feelings for her are quite strong.”

“I love her ... I think. But ... it’s different. I mean, I have strong feelings for all of the girls, in different ways. I’m still having trouble wrapping my head around it. In a way, I feel like I love ALL the girls, but then that can’t be right. Aren’t we supposed to only be in love with one person?”

Mother shook her head. “That’s never been the case and will never be the case. Love is not limited in such a manner. Fidelity can be expected of a partner, yes. But feelings are feelings, and love is not a simple binary emotion that can be turned off when inconvenient. Your love for each of the girls following the increased intimacy of your relationships is perfectly valid. Don’t try to minimalize those feelings, because I assure you, the love each of those girls feels for you in return is quite strong indeed.”

That made me sit up straight. “How much do you really know about the love they each feel for me? Or do you only have what Sam’s told you?”

Mother exhaled and pursed her lips. “I must admit that having Samantha as my primary source for information lends itself to a certain bias. However, I’ve been able to observe firsthand the love each of those girls feels for you in the mornings when they would come downstairs after spending the night with you. I was in the van for the entire drive up to and back from Tahoe. And while again, I’m pretty old, I still remember what it was like to be a young woman in love with a handsome young man, and the markers are pretty clear.”

“And what have you noticed?”

“Merely confirmation of what Samantha has already told me: that Mariangel always talks about how safe she feels with you ... Zofia too, actually. That Belle talks about how she can always depend on you. Alice talks often about trust. Naimh has ... well ... to be honest every time I’ve seen Naimh she basically just wants to fuck you. Even AFTER she’s just fucked you.”

I found myself blushing and rubbed my forehead a bit, most especially because of this being one of the rare times Mother used the f-word.

“And don’t take this the wrong way,” Mother continued with a bit of a smirk, “but Samantha says she loves how obedient you are for her.”

I chuckled, and with a shrug, conceded that Sam was probably right.

“And while the words they often choose to use may differ slightly, all of them actually come back to essentially the same meaning. All six of them feel SAFE with you. They trust you, they depend on you, and yes, they want you to be obedient, because at the end of the day, all of those things have been making them feel safe around you for years. And believe me, as a woman in today’s world, I can readily understand how difficult it is to feel safe around a man.”

I thought back to what now felt like forever ago, even if it had only been about two months. And with a little smile, I recalled, “Sam once said what she loved most about me was that she knew I’d never do anything she didn’t want me to do, and had never felt that way with other guys.”

“Samantha feels safe with you. She trusts you. She still does.” Mother eyed me carefully. “Is it so much to ask you to trust her in return?”

I brought my head up quickly. “I DO trust her.”

“You didn’t seem so trusting when you first came home.”

I sighed. “I was confused and concerned. I wanted to give her the benefit of doubt but ... I...”

“You were jealous.”

“Obviously.”

“Because you love her and the thought of her being with another man hurt you more than you realized could be possible.”

“I ... I think?”

“Have you ever told her this?”

“I just realized it myself like twenty minutes ago.”

Mother reached forward and touched my knee. “Don’t do anything rash like race out of the house, bang down her door, and scream your undying love at her bedroom window from the front lawn.”

I stared at Mother as if she’d sprouted horns. “What?”

She laughed. “Permit me a moment of levity. I’m pretty sure I saw that in a movie at least once. But short of doing anything so dramatic, you may consider telling her the strength of your feelings for her the next time you see her.”

“I don’t need to run off and tell Sam I love her or anything. I’m dating Neevie. SHE’S my girlfriend.” I blinked, sensing an ulterior motive. “Wait a minute ... You WANT me to tell Sam I love her.”

Mother smiled. “I like her. I like her a LOT. I imagine all mothers wish for their sons to find a wife they can respect, although from the number of daughter-in-law jokes I hear, I imagine the success rate is rather low.”

My eyes got BIG. “Did you just suggest that I might MARRY Sam?”

“Allow an old woman her dreams.”

I shook my head, thinking of that night when Sam and I came downstairs after she’d taken my virginity, only to discover mother reading a book and drinking wine with Sam’s panties atop the counter.

My how far we’d come.

Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot Monday morning. She came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Hope you’re hydrated. Neevie’s gonna seriously make a run at Death By Fucking today. The girls and I are putting down bets on whether or not she’ll even wait for the end of school.”

“Put me down for five bucks on Neevie NOT waiting until the end of school,” Belle added helpfully.

Indeed, my girlfriend had adjusted her routine enough that she actually met us right by the first gate onto campus. One minute, I was chatting with Belle and Alice. The next, I nearly got form-tackled into the bars when a horny redhead slammed into me from the side. Only her squealed “Matty!” in her inimitable voice gave me enough of an idea what was going on so that I didn’t freak out at the abrupt change in my directional momentum.

“Hey ... miss me?” I said nonchalantly once we separated for air.

“I apparently missed YOU more than you missed ME!” she teased.

I responded by initiating a fresh makeout session that lasted long enough for Belle and Alice to both laugh at us, tap me on the shoulder, and say goodbye as they headed off to their own classes.

Thirty seconds later, though, Naimh had to stop kissing me again. “Shoot, I gotta get to class.” Her first period was all the way across campus.

“Thanks for waiting here to see me. I DID miss you.” Seriously, I’d really missed her. After Sam’s impromptu five-mile run (which still had my legs feeling like they’d been injected with lead, thanks for asking), and nothing else but Zofi’s post-game blowjob, I’d found myself lying in bed last night with a raging erection and nothing but my poor, inadequate right hand for relief. Alice was right: I’d almost forgotten how to masturbate. And I put all that frustration and longing into my voice and eyes.

She seemed to get the message. “I’ll see you later,” she promised, her voice promising even more. And then she turned and hustled off to class.

As I straightened my backpack, I noticed that several of my classmates were gawking at me, no surprise after the scene my ridiculously gorgeous girlfriend and I had just made.

I loved my life.

Sam gave me a warm smile when I came in the door for our shared first period, but almost immediately afterward she averted her gaze and looked down at her notebook. There was no time to talk before class, but I knew we would walk together to our shared second period afterward. When the bell rang at the end of class, I sidled over to her, but rather than wrap both arms around my right elbow, she tucked her thumbs into the straps of her backpack and headed out the door with me just a step behind trying to keep up. She wasn’t purposefully walking away from me, but neither was she making significant effort to remain close by my side.

“Hey, uh,” I began lamely. “Can we talk later? Without everyone around? Maybe this afternoon during the study session, we can find a quiet room.”

Sam gave me an odd look. “Is sex ALL you think about?”

I frowned at her tone. “No, I seriously meant to talk. Like ... our mouths open and words come out.”

She sighed. “I can’t make the study session this afternoon. I’ve got other things going on.”

“How about after? Ideally, you could come over to my house after dinner for a short visit, but if that’s not convenient I can drive over to your place instead.”

“I’m not dating anyone, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she explained rather tersely. “Zofi told me you got all paranoid about me meeting up with a guy Saturday night, but I promise you it wasn’t like that.”

“Oh, no worries. Mother told me she arranged for you to talk to this third-year law student son of one of her partners at the firm.”

Sam stopped in her tracks and furrowed her eyebrows as she glanced over at me. “You talked to your mum about me?”

I stopped as well, and we got brushed a bit as other students on their way to class had to pass around us like we were rocks amidst a river of human traffic. Gesturing with my eyes and head, I took a step over against the wall so we at least wouldn’t be blocking people. Sam followed.

Once we were out of the steady flow, I explained, “You two have obviously become pretty close. I wanted to know if she knew more about what was going on than me, especially since ... well ... yesterday when you left my house after our run while I was in the shower, she ... uh ... seemed to know more about what was going on than me.”

Sam was suddenly quite close to my face, and not just to create more space for pedestrian traffic behind her. From only inches away, she searched my eyes and asked, “What exactly did you two talk about?”

I blinked and held my hands up defensively. “Mostly about how you don’t actually want to be a doctor and you’ve been asking her advice about a potential career change into being a lawyer instead.”

Her eyebrows rose. “And that’s it?”

I immediately thought about what Mother had said about me telling Sam that I had feelings for her (not to mention Mother’s not-so-subtle hint about my potential choice in wife), but immediately dismissed the thought of saying such a thing in-between classes while surrounded by a river of passing students.

“Yeah, basically that’s it,” I replied.

Sam frowned. “Then what the hell do you want to talk about?”

I sighed. I didn’t feel any pressing need to tell Sam I loved her or anything like Mother wanted. I had strong feelings for her, sure, and the thought of her being with another guy had certainly made me jealous. But really... “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page is all. You’ve seemed really ... distant ... lately. And I want to understand why. If it’s something about me, please tell me so I can make things right. And if it’s something going on with you, I really care about you and I want to understand.”

“We’re on the same page. Everything’s fine,” she said dismissively.

“Are we?” I arched an eyebrow. “Because I’m not the type to bother you if there isn’t something going on. Something’s going on, and it’s not just your change in career plans.”

Sam rolled her eyes. “You’re just weirded out because we didn’t have sex yesterday morning.”

I blinked. “Well ... yeah. That’s a bit out of the norm for us lately.”

“Can’t a girl just be moody and hormonal?”

“Tell me you’re just being moody and hormonal and that everything’s fine and we’ll go back to normal in a couple of days and I’ll leave you alone. But somehow I don’t think it’s that simple.”

Sam pursed her lips, measuring whether or not she could dismiss me so easily.

In the meantime, I took a deep breath, looked at my friend seriously, and added, “This is me. I rarely ask for anything, but something’s not right between us and I need to know why. Please?”

Sam immediately softened, and after taking a deep breath, she sighed and nodded. “Alright fine. I’ll be there after dinner. I was gonna stop by to talk to your mum anyway.”

“Works for me.”

Pursing her lips, she abruptly turned and rejoined the flow of traffic, leaving me behind.

I sighed, wondering how I was going to keep from worrying about Sam until tonight.

Distraction came in the form of a 5’8” ridonkulously gorgeous freckled redhead with an Irish lilt, supple Double-D tits, and a penchant for taking my dick up her ass.

Belle would’ve won her five-dollar bet, because Naimh dragged me out to the parking lot at lunchtime, we lowered the rear seats flat into the bed configuration, and got jiggy with it. She started climaxing the second my cock entered her cunt, and she didn’t stop cumming until I basted her womb with a few gallons of backed-up baby batter. I’m not a hundred-percent certain, but I’m pretty sure at least a few people in the parking lot noticed the way the minivan was rocking and tried to peek in through the windows to see what was going on.

At least the tinted windows helped cut down on clarity and we kept our clothes on so nobody got a free peek at my girlfriend’s tits or anything, although they might’ve gotten a good look at my naked ass as I humped away at her. Whatever. The whole school already knew we were fucking.

We made it back to our friends with just enough time to actually eat our lunches. Sam was still quiet, but cordial enough. Having my hot Irish girlfriend trying to literally bond our two bodies together side-by-side was plenty distracting, although the way Sam kept glancing over it did make me wonder if Zofi had been telling the truth about Sam not being jealous over my relationship with Naimh.

After school, Naimh came straight over to my house and we fucked like bunnies the whole afternoon. She ended up getting a full trifecta, if not quite in order. I blasted deep in her pussy first. We got about twenty minutes of homework done before she started a round that ended with an anal injection. We took a shower together and did another hour of work. And in the end we just sixty-nined until she swallowed my load, saying she wouldn’t have time for her hair to dry after another shower before she returned home to her parents.

I headed over to Belle’s house to make dinner, where she teased me about walking funny. Between Sam’s five-miler and Naimh’s sexual marathon, I was feeling pretty gaunt. So we filled me up with carbs for energy and protein for muscle recovery, exchanged a quick kiss that her dad tried to not really notice, and I headed back to my house.

Sam would be coming over around seven.

Alone in my house, I sat silently in the living room awaiting the ring of the doorbell. No TV, no video games, nothing to read. I was lost in thought, wondering why I felt bothered so much.

By any impartial judgment, I was overreacting to what ultimately was no big deal. The Saturday night “date” was a non-starter. A week ago, Sam had come over to chat with Mother and not have sex with me on a night when Naimh had already fucked my brains out. Yesterday we’d gone for a run together and not had sex. And the sum total of these two occasions when a hot girl decided to not have sex with me for her own reasons somehow had me freaking out. It wasn’t like we’d even gone a very long time without any sexual contact. She’d fucked me on Wednesday and blown me on Friday. So why the hell was I freaking out?

Was my life so perfect that even the smallest speed bump had me on edge?

Was my life TOO perfect so that the slightest imbalance had me panicking that the house of cards of my current sex life was about to come crashing down?

Yeah, maybe that made a little more sense.

Let’s get real: I was a horny young male regularly ejaculating into and all over six beautiful busty bisexual babes, several who had a thing for eating creampies. This was NOT an ordinary teenage sex life. There was no way it could last forever. It had to end eventually.

But can you really blame me for hoping it would last a little longer?

A phrase Alice had said to me Saturday morning stuck in my head: The squeaky wheel gets the grease. It’s a metaphor to convey the idea that whoever complains is more likely to receive attention. At the time, Alice had used it to express that whichever girl invited me into her pussy got the most attention, whereas a less demonstrative girl like herself felt relegated and ignored.

In this case, the metaphor wasn’t about sex. Rather, my relationships with five of the BTC girls felt smooth and hummed along without any “squeaks”. I mean, stuff was going on with each of them, but at least I had no fear of suddenly losing what we had. Alice was searching for her next evolution beyond “Matty’s Video Game Buddy”. Belle loved me but simultaneously felt the need to stretch her wings and explore the world before settling down. Mari was coming to grips with her past traumas and embracing her inner sex goddess. Zofi was seeking to prove her heterosexuality to her parents, and quite possibly, to herself. And Naimh was embracing all the pleasure, excitement, and angst of new love.

My relationship with Sam, however, was “squeaking”, and I didn’t know why. What was Sam going through right now? Was it as simple as setting herself free of parental expectations to become the next doctor in the family tree? Maybe I was being self-centered, her current mental anguish had absolutely nothing to do with me, and this request to explain herself was simply a friend making himself one more burden than she needed right now. Maybe I would have been better off trusting her to sort out her issues on her own and recognize that if she needed my help with anything, she could and would ask.