Chapter 36: The Cat II

Alice was waiting for me and Belle at the parking lot and came over to us as soon as we stepped onto the curb. Rather than our customary fist bump, she stepped into my chest and gave me a warm hug. “How are you doing?” she asked with serious concern.

“I’m alright,” I replied, patting her shoulder and then taking a step back. “Actually, have you seen or talked to Neevie?”

Alice shook her head. “I tried. Drove over to her house. Her mom answered the door and I could hear her and her dad yelling at each other. Her mom apologized and said it wasn’t really a good time. Haven’t gone looking for her yet around here; I was just waiting for you guys.”

I nodded and gestured for us to go ahead and start walking. Alice slipped her hand into mine and gave it a squeeze. I gave her an odd look at first, but the feel of her hand reassured me, so I squeezed it back. And like I’ve said: people had thought we were a couple since seventh grade, so nobody paid any attention to us.

Ten steps later, Belle held my other hand with both of hers.

I smirked. Having two girls holding my hands at the same time would be a little out of place at school. But then again, everybody knew the three of us were BTC. I got a couple of jealous stares, but that was it.

Eventually, we did have to split up and get to our separate classes. Belle pulled me down for a quick kiss before leaving. This time, Alice did give me a fist bump. And then I headed off to my own first period.

Sam gave me a warm smile when I came in the door for our shared first period. There was no time to talk before class, but even after I sat down, I saw that she looked back over her shoulder and gave me another warm smile. Moments later, though, the teacher started his lesson.

At the end of class, Sam came over to me quickly before I was done packing up my bag. As soon as I stood up, she wrapped both arms around my elbow and leaned in for a quick peck, which I gladly gave her.

“How are you?” she asked me with obvious concern.

I smirked. “‘How are you?’ Really? I think I can count on one hand the number of times you’ve ever asked me, ‘How are you?’”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”

“I’m fine, really. Anxious to talk to her, but fine.”

“I think we’re all anxious for you to talk to her.” She sighed. “Are you sure that ending it is what you want?”

I nodded. “Taking a break is best for both of us. She needs to reevaluate her feelings for Conor. I need to reevaluate my feelings for her.”

Sam squeezed my arm and leaned over to peck my cheek, which briefly slowed us down, but we picked up the pace again. “Just remember that we’re all here for you, no matter what, alright?”

I patted her forearm. “I know. But I want to make sure you’re all there for Neevie, too. Whatever else might happen, the absolute LAST thing I want is for this to fracture the BTC.”

“It won’t. You don’t seem to have any hard feelings for her, and she quite honestly doesn’t have the right to have hard feelings for you. As long as you two can work things out, we’ll be alright.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry to make you worry about this sort of thing. You always feared that me dating someone and then breaking up would ruin the BTC. But Neevie and I just couldn’t control ourselves.”

“It’s fine. It made you both happy. And we can’t always control the way we feel.” Sam stopped walking just then and pulled me over to the side against a wall.

I didn’t know what was going on, but she turned to face me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and suddenly gave me a VERY intense kiss that took my breath away.

But she stopped almost as soon as she’d started. Her eyes got big, as if she was just as surprised by the kiss as I had been. Frowning, she looked back and forth between my irises as if searching for something, and in an unexpectedly quiet voice, she muttered, “Sorry ... I ... I don’t know why I did that.”

I snorted and remarked lightly, “You don’t ever have to apologize for kissing me.”

She blinked, furrowed her eyebrows, and stared at my lips for a moment. She squirmed a little, adding, “I can still feel you squishing inside me, actually.”

I grinned at that.

But then Sam shook her head as if to clear it, took me by the hand, and abruptly pulled us back into the flow of traffic. “C’mon. Don’t want to be late for class.”

Naimh didn’t show up to our group hangout spot for recess. There was always a ten-minute break between second and third periods, enough for someone to run to the bathroom, have a conversation, or at least get a mental break. When she didn’t show, Alice wondered aloud if Naimh had skipped school entirely. Nobody had seen her today, so it was possible, but we also didn’t have time to investigate, either.

Our two classrooms before lunch weren’t too far apart though, so I’d surreptitiously packed myself up before the end of the period and then bolted as soon as we were dismissed. As it turned out, I needn’t have rushed, because as I started approaching her classroom, I found my girlfriend already looking for me.

“Matty!” Naimh exclaimed excitedly as she rushed up to me as quickly as I was rushing up to her.

My heart raced as adrenaline flooded my veins, and the sight of the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen briefly made me forget the rest of the universe even existed. I’d wanted her from the day I’d met her, and on complete autopilot for a moment, I scooped her up in my arms and met her ferocious kiss with equal passion as we locked lips and speared our tongues into each other’s mouth.

This wasn’t the first time we’d started French kissing outside her classroom, although this was possibly the first time we did so with her legs wrapped around my waist.

Maybe. I couldn’t really remember.

The point is: nobody paid us much attention, heading off to spend the lunch break in ways other than gawking at me and the stacked redhead.

But after the first minute or so, I suddenly remembered all of yesterday’s events, from the crazy anal piledriving to her screaming her ex-boyfriend’s name to her dad trying to break down the door to Naimh literally shoving her dad around and giving him an earful and my own realization that our relationship was over. And that’s when I pulled my lips away from hers and abruptly let go of her legs.

Naimh squeaked as she felt gravity suddenly tugging her down, and she dropped her feet to the concrete beneath us. Her face turned scarlet red and she grimaced, muttering, “Sorry-sorry-sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t apologize,” I told her. “I’m used to my girlfriend kissing me like that.”

She gave me a nervous look, asking, “Am I still your girlfriend?”

I glanced around at the sea of humanity around us. Nobody was hanging out within eavesdropping range, but it was still far too public to have this kind of conversation. Fortunately, our classrooms weren’t far from the parking lot (hence all the minivan quickies during lunch), so I took her by the hand and quickly led her off campus.

Once we actually got to the parking lot, I had to tug Naimh just a little to keep her going. She kept slowing down, as if she sensed her doom lay within my minivan. At least there wasn’t anyone nearby, and as I hit the remote to unlock the van, I glanced over and gave her a sadly serious look. “Look, it’s not that I want to break up with you. But after--”

“I’m sorry for screaming Conor’s name,” she cut me off as we both climbed into the middle row. I led her over the far end and then closed the sliding door behind myself.

“It was an accident,” Naimh continued. “I love you and never meant to hurt you. If there had been time yesterday before my parents showed up, I would’ve told you all this. But we didn’t and they showed up and I’m-I’m ... I’m SO sorry for my da’ he jus’ has ‘is tempra but he’mens well anna know it jus’ mens’he loves mah to pieces anna’preciate da but atta same time Imma DONE lett’nim run mah life!”

I blinked, just trying to keep up. “What?”

Naimh ran her right hand up her forehead and over the top of her head, closed her eyes, and took a calming breath. With her accent under control, she explained, “No more groundings. No more lockdowns on nights and weekends. I told him that no fuckin’ way would I agree to do that anymore. I told him that I thought I had already proven I loved my family more than I loved my boyfriend when I came here to America, and that I was done try’na to keep proving it. I told him if he try lock’n mah down again, Idda leave for guud. Or, he cud’cept that Imma grown wom’n who loves him ver’much but Imma NOT stay un’dra ‘is thumb an’more!”

Naimh’s eyes were steely green fire, and I whistled in amazement, muttering, “Wow.”

She held her hands up and squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus. “I said those things for us, Matty.” She reached out and squeezed my hands tightly. “I said them because I won’t let him take me away from you. I love you. No more sneaking quickies in the van. Well ... no more HAVING to sneak quickies in the van (I’m happy to keep having quickies in the van).”

I managed a smile.

“We can have a quickie right now...” The gorgeous redhead batted her eyelashes at me as she leaned in and puckered up.

“Wait-wait, no.” I held my hand up and stopped her lips. Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and gave her a serious look. “I’m glad you stood up to your dad. Truly, I am. I know that’s a huge personal step for you, and ordinarily I would be thrilled that you and I would finally have a chance to go see that sunset on the beach that we never got around to seeing.”

Her steely green gaze cracked, and she shrank a bit, sensing the truck that was about to run her over but unable to move out of the way.

“But, I’m sorry. I’m not changing my mind about us,” I continued. “Yes, I’m breaking up with you.”

“Matty ... don’t do this,” she pleaded.

“We have to.”

“No we don’t. Don’t you get it? We can FINALLY have the relationship we always wanted. The relationship YOU always wanted. No more sneaking around. I’ll stay with you overnight. If you get horny in the middle of the night you can just roll over and stick it in me. We can cuddle with my head on your chest the way you do with Belle, having all those conversations we never got to have. Please, Matty. PLEASE don’t break up with me! We can fuck right now in the van. Or just put in the keys and drive us to your place. Fuck school! I wanna fuck YOU. NOW, Matty!”

“No! Don’t you get it? We can’t just keep wallpapering over our problems with sex!”

“But I love you!”

“I believe that you do, but I also believe that you’re still in love with Conor.”

“Come ON. I haven’t even talked to him in like ... two months! At Christmas.”

I sighed. “I didn’t realize you’d talked to him at all since coming to America.”

“We’re still friends,” she huffed. “We haven’t talked a lot or anything - phone calls across the pond are expensive - and I wasn’t trying to hide him from you.”

“No, but you didn’t tell me about him, either.”

“Is it an American thing that a girl is supposed to volunteer information about her ex-boyfriend to her current boyfriend or vice versa?”

“No, of course not.” I arched an eyebrow. “Did you tell him about us?”

“We weren’t an ‘us’ yet two months ago, so there was nothing to tell.”

“Forget it.” I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Look, we’re still part of the BTC. I want us to stay friends at the very least. But you need time to sort your feelings for Conor from your feelings for me and be really sure you’re not getting the two of them mixed up. Honestly, I need some time and space to consider my own feelings for you. And I am hopeful that after we’ve had that time to think, you and I can find our way back to each other.”

“But we don’t have very much time left,” she pleaded, her eyes moist. “I don’t want to waste it dwelling on the past when I already know I want you for my future.”

“Do you? If your parents told you they were moving back to Ireland tomorrow and you could be with Conor again, would you threaten to leave them and move in with me?”

“I...” She looked immediately ready to answer in the affirmative, but she clearly hadn’t thought about it, and now that she did, she hesitated.

I just raised my eyebrows and looked at her expectantly.

“That’s not a fair question,” she complained. “It’s not about you versus Conor. I already told you how important my family is to me. And I’m sorry, but I would choose my family over you, yes. So if my parents moved, I would go with them anywhere. It has nothing to do with Conor.”

“Fair enough.” I sighed and took a deep breath. “Look: It really is this simple.” I paused, gathered my thoughts, and then squeezed her hands in mine, finishing, “You screamed another man’s name while we were having sex. I’m sorry, but I’m pretty sure that’s bad form in Ireland as much as it is here. I can’t just ignore that and pretend it didn’t bother me. Now you don’t have to convince me it was an accident. But you will have to convince me you’re truly over him, and to do that, we need to spend some time apart ... NOT having sex to wallpaper over our problems.”

She pulled back and through tear-stricken eyes, she stared at me in understanding. But a moment later, she leaned forward and whispered directly into my ear. “I just told my parents to stay out of my sex life, and I’m free to come over to your house every fuckin’ night and let you ram your fat cock into my tight arsehole over and over and over again. I WANT to come over to your house every fuckin’ night and let you ram your fat cock into my tight arsehole over and over and over again. Are you SURE you don’t want me to do that?”

I was breathing hard to hear that, but I clutched her upper arms and separated us once more. “Can you promise me a hundred percent that you won’t once fantasize about Conor while we’re doing that? It occurs to me that we always seem to be having sex while you’re facing away from me. Now I get that you’re the Anal Queen of the BTC, but all the other girls love watching my face while I’m sodomizing the shit outta them. Tell me ... honestly ... how many times have you already imagined it was Conor behind you, fantasized that HE was pounding you instead of me?”

I stared straight into her emerald-green eyes, daring her to lie to me. She quavered a bit, but a moment later, that steely resolve came back into her spine as she growled through gritted teeth. “Just the once. I swear to God, Matty. That was the very very first fuckin’ time.”

I was surprised by her answer, but simultaneously reassured. Honestly, I was expecting her to say it had only been “a few times” or something like that, not just the once.

“I’d put Conor behind me. I’d stopped thinking about him a long time ago. YOU were the one who put him back in my mind, asking me those questions about what made my parents lock me down. He was my first love. I missed his tenderness. I missed everything about him. And at some point when you were just piledriving me like crazy, I got out of my head and imagined I was with him, which is crazy, because first of all, we never had anal sex, and second of all, he was nowhere near as good as you.”

Naimh clutched me close and stared quite intensely into my eyes. “The orgasms you’ve given me are STAGGERING. Conor was just a boy, enthusiastic but unskilled. But he loved me. He worshipped the ground I walked on. I was a goddess to him, and I missed feeling like that. You look at me like I am a goddess to you.”

“You are. Still are.”

“As for the always facing away from you, can I help it if I love being your anal slut, always bent over submitting to my big strong man? Feeling him violating me all the way down to my sacred core while he’s spanking my asscheeks harder and harder?”

I gulped. If she kept saying shit like that, I was liable to lose my nerve and not follow through with the break-up.

“I want to make clear that I love you for you. Not because you remind me of him. You’re completely different men, and I know that. I miss Conor, but I only love YOU.” She stared at me sincerely. “I swear it was a one-time accident and it won’t happen again.”

I took a deep breath, held her steady, and said, “Then we have a chance. We have a real chance. I forgive you for the one time; what’s done is done. But I still need time to think. And right here, right now, can you say you’ve gotten Conor completely out of your mind? That he doesn’t still have a piece of your heart? That you don’t miss him terribly?”

Closing her eyes, Naimh took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes again, she stared at me intently and replied, “Yes, he still has a piece of my heart. He was my first. Nothing can ever change that.”

I briefly thought of Sam, considered that, and nodded.

Naimh looked up at me. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. It doesn’t mean I don’t still want you. And I won’t apologize for having fond feelings of the boy I grew up with back in Ireland. Or are you going to tell me that YOU don’t love Belle or Sam or Alice or--”

“I get it, I get it.” I held my hands up. “Fair enough.”

“NOT fair, if you’re allowed to love six girls and yet hold me accountable for loving two.”

“I know it’s not fair.”

“And it’s NOT fair if you’re going to keep fucking the other five of them and yet hold out on me.”

I rubbed my forehead. “Look, I’m not saying we’re NEVER going to start again. I’m just asking for some space to get my head straight, alright? And if being ‘fair’ is what you really want, you have every right to go find some other guy to hook up with.”

She frowned. “I don’t WANT any other guy. I want YOU.”

I held my hands up helplessly.

Exhaling, Naimh folded her arms over her chest. “Fine. We’re broken up. I’ll give you the space you need.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I smell a ‘but’ coming.”

My now ex-girlfriend smirked, and her eyes narrowed. “But I AM going to prove my love to you. Count on it.”

I smiled. “I look forward to it.”

Our conversation had taken up half of our lunch break, but was actually shorter than some of our sex sessions out in the minivan. Naimh and I arrived at our regular table with enough time to actually eat our lunches, had the girls actually let us eat our lunches, that is. As it was, we got peppered with questions that occupied all of the remaining time.

Well, I ate most of my lunch. From my perspective, all I really had to say was, ‘We’re taking a break. We’re still friends. But we need time and space to figure out our feelings.’ Concise and to the point, right?

Wrong. That wasn’t good enough for the girls, and they kept talking and talking and TALKING. It felt very similar to the scene post-Code Blue and I suddenly wished I had a hoodie jacket and a nice walking trail.

On the bright side, the incessant chattering kept me distracted from thinking too much about how Naimh and I were going to move on from here. Saying that we would remain friends and work things out was one thing. Actually doing so without becoming awkward was something entirely different. But fortunately, that wasn’t an animal I would need to tackle today.

In the end, I drove home after school with Belle. She headed over to her own house to study with Mari. And I went into my own house to wait for Alice. It was still Tuesday, after all.

At her usual time, the doorbell rang, and without even checking the peephole, I opened the door and extended my right fist.

Smirking, Zofi reached out her own right fist and bumped me. “Well, hello, boyfriend.”

I blinked in confusion. “Zofi?”

Wearing a familiar trucker hat, baggy jeans, and nothing but a black sports bra beneath the same hoodie jacket she’d worn on Saturday, Alice suddenly popped into view, having been hiding just a few feet over to the side. “Surpriiiise!!!”

“What ... how?”

The girls giggled together as Zofi stepped through the door, wrapped me up in her arms, and gave me a passionate kiss. “Mmm ... I missed you, boyfriend.”

Moments later, Zofi stepped aside as Alice wrapped me up in her arms and gave me a fierce kiss. “Mmm ... I missed you too, but don’t ever expect me to call you ‘boyfriend’.”

I blinked twice. “What’s going on?”

Alice smirked. “Whatever else is going on with you and Neevie, it’s still ‘Alice Tuesday’. And before you stress, I already asked Neevie if she’s cool with us smashing. She said she wants me to enjoy this time after just losing my virginity, and she’s also happy to know you’re being taken care of.”

“And I’m just along for the ride,” Zofi added helpfully from right beside us. “I was just telling Alice I could barely wait until ‘Zofi Wednesday’ and she invited me to come join.”

Alice shrugged. “I DID tell you a big benefit of having another girl around is someone to play with while you recharge.”

Zofi’s eyes glittered. “And I get to complete my own BTC checklist.”

Alice snorted and laughed. “Fair enough.”

“Still, this is your show today. I’m just here to help.” Zofi looked around. “So what are you thinking? Bedroom? TV room? Hot tub?”

Alice released me and started walking into the house, tapping her chin. “I’m thinking dining table, actually. I haven’t done that one yet. And ooh, there are a few Kama Sutra positions I know you’re gonna LOVE.”

Without waiting for either of us, Alice strutted down the hallway with all the swag of a rap artist ... A male rap artist.

Zofi wrapped her arms around my elbow, giggled, and then pecked my cheek. “C’mon. Something tells me today’s gonna be FUN.”

In many ways, a threesome with Alice and Zofi was exactly what I needed at a time like this. My emotions were in turmoil, and I had been suffering through a quasi-existential crisis trying to understand the meaning of love.

I’d thought I was in love with Naimh, but hearing her scream her ex-boyfriend’s name had shattered my blissful harmony and made me stop to reconsider her love for me as well as my love for her. How much of my “love” derived from our incredible sexual chemistry and her eagerness to let me blast load after load of hot cum up her ass?

I knew I loved Belle, for sure, but I didn’t really know any more if I was “in love” with her or not. We were still super close, and I depended on her as my constant companion. We shared meals and spent lots of time together, she was my frequent overnight cuddle bunny, and I couldn’t count the number of hours we spent just talking to each other. But was that the love of a big brother for an unrelated little sister? And what the fuck was going on with her recent mood swings?

My feelings for Sam confused me. All this talk about Conor being Naimh’s first reminded me that Sam was my first. In the beginning, she seemed driven to make herself “my favorite”, but as soon as Naimh asserted herself as my new girlfriend, Sam willingly took a back seat and stopped being competitive. She withdrew herself both physically and emotionally, to the point where I worried about the state of our friendship and confronted her about it. My fear of losing her amplified what I thought were feelings of love, but maybe that was just possessiveness in reaction to the idea of her dating another guy. And then just yesterday there had been a completely unexpected sweet side to her, a sincere devotion to taking care of me that went beyond her usual role as the BTC’s self-appointed shepherdess. What was going through her head?

Mari was Team Belle, and yet there was a shy sweetness and devotion to the way we made love that revealed deep-rooted feelings for me I couldn’t ignore, even if I didn’t share the same depth of emotion for her as I felt for some of the others. I made her feel safe in a world that had already let her down, and that gave me a sense of responsibility to keep her and protect her. I was affectionate for her, and I lusted for her body built for sex. Her recent flirtations with Gerald certainly tweaked my sense of possessiveness, and I knew I loved her, but romantic love? I wasn’t so sure.

With Alice and Zofi, on the other hand, I had zero worries about leading either of them on. Zofi told me she was a lesbian, happy to have sex with me and get some good orgasms (and one day have my baby), but had already told me flat out that we had no romantic future. Alice, likewise, was my buddy and confirmed we always would be. We would NOT turn into the kind of rom-com movie where two best friends of the opposite sex discover latent feelings for each other and end up falling in love. What Alice and I shared was purely physical, part of her evolution from awkward teen nerd into a fully-formed young woman.

Yes, I liked having an emotional connection with the girls I had sex with. Yes, the orgasms could be more powerful and more fulfilling when boosted by feelings of love. But it was quite a ... relief ... to just hook up with a couple of hot babes without having to worry about the subtext. That afternoon, the three of us put our cares aside and just had FUN with each other, freely.

The girls parked me in a dining table chair and peeled down my shorts. The two dark-haired beauties took turns jacking my dick, bobbing their heads up and down my shaft, and even shifting me to sit on the edge of the chair so one of them could duck down between my legs and suck on my testicles while the other one blew my cock.

Zofi was the first to take things to the next level. She wasn’t kidding about adding Alice to her personal BTC collection. One minute, they were kissing their way up the sides of my shaft to meet at the top and start making out. The next, Zofi tackled Alice onto the floor and started digging her hands into the Korean girl’s clothing.

A minute later, Zofi got Alice to strip off her jeans and panties and sit up on top of the dining table while Zofi sat in the chair next to me and started going down on her. Alice moaned and groaned, holding the brunette’s head to her crotch before glancing over at me with heavy-lidded eyes, muttering, “I planned on getting fucked on this table. I just didn’t realize Zofi would get to me first.”

I laughed and relaxed, in no rush and happy to watch the two gorgeous girls going at it, especially when Alice pulled up the sports bra to her armpits and started fondling her big breasts. A moment later, she hefted the nearest one and offered it to me.

I was quick to stand up and move around the corner of the table to get a good angle for bending down and suckling on the proffered teat. This also put my dick within range of Alice’s right hand, and she quickly wrapped her fingers around my throbbing meat and started stroking.

Meanwhile, Alice groaned, “I still think I’m pretty straight, but hot DAMN Zofi you’re really good at eating a girl out.”

Zofi popped her head up and winked. “Thanks for the compliment. I do aim to please, and I’m not stopping until I get you to squirt your honey into my face. But in the meantime, boyfriend, come over and plug it into me.”

Alice released my cock and nodded for me to go on. Zofi stood up from the chair she’d been sitting in, thrust her ass out, and wiggled it enticingly. The lissome brunette was still dressed from school in a pretty button-up blouse and tight jeans. I had to work a little to get her jeans down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. The blouse I didn’t bother with as I got into position behind her butt.

Zofi was pretty wet to begin with and started fingering herself as well. Her left hand was in perfect position to help guide me into her soaking-wet sweet snatch from behind, and she picked her head up out of Alice’s crotch to moan rapturously.

Alice smirked. “For a self-proclaimed lesbian you sure do like getting dicked. It’s pretty hot to watch.”

I blinked in surprise and looked up at Alice for a moment before returning my attention down to Zofi. “You TOLD her you were gay?”

Zofi glanced back at me, panting in obvious arousal. “We drove here together. I thought she should know.”

“I thought you told me not to tell anybody yet.”

“Alice was easy to come out to. She’s a really cool chick.” Zofi smiled up at Alice before looking back at me. “Besides, I don’t plan on staying in the closet much longer. It’s only my parents that really worry me.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’ve already told Sam?”

Zofi nodded. “I told her on Valentine’s.”

“I was wondering about that.”

“I also told her I was in love with her.”

That brought my eyebrows up. “How did THAT go?”

“It’s fine. We’re cool. She doesn’t love me like that, but we’re cool.”

My jaw was open. “Umm ... okay...”

“Don’t worry about me; I’m good. Some problems aren’t fixable and I’ve made my peace with it.” Zofi sighed and then clenched her cunt around my cock. “And start fucking already. We’re all here to have a good time, right?”

I nodded and started pumping. “Right, right.”