Chapter 56: Love

Sam and I were silent as I drove us home ... without Zofi.

Our plan to pack up some of Zofi’s belongings and move her into the spare bedroom with Sam had gone out the window once her dad had shown us the photo of her mom and her mom’s “first love”. Zofi of course wanted to talk to her mom to get the story, and her mom wasn’t about to say a word about it with me and Sam in the house, hence the change in plans.

In fact, Sam and I remained silent for the entire ten-minute drive home. It wasn’t until I had parked in the garage and switched off the engine that she turned to me and asked, “What do you think is gonna happen?”

“I don’t know.” I exhaled slowly and attempt to collect my jumbled thoughts. “What do you think happened between Zofi’s mom and ... Maja?”

Sam nodded slowly. “Well if this Maja was her mom’s first love and all that, clearly Zofi and her mom have a lot more in common in terms of sexuality than we originally thought. I mean, I always knew her mom disapproved of how close we were. I’m sure she sniffed out that we were practicing kissing and then ... well ... doing a LOT more than just kissing. She never went so far as to say anything negative in front of me, but I got the evil eye more than a few times. It’s why Zofi and I usually spent time at my house.”

“You think Zofi’s mom is a closet lesbian?”

Sam pursed her lips. “I think she’s at least bisexual, if her first love was a girl. But for all we know, she might be a straight up 50/50. At the very least, we know for sure she’s not a hundred percent gay – her love for Zofi’s dad is very clear. They make a great couple.”

“Zofi’s not a hundred percent gay either, obviously.” I sighed. “Still didn’t stop her from breaking up with me.”

“Wait, WHAT?!?”

I glanced over at Sam and waved my hand. “Oh, forgot neither of us had time to tell you. When Zofi and I went up into my room to talk just before driving over to her house, she broke up with me.”

“WHAT?!?” Sam’s eyes were huge, almost as big as her gaping mouth.

I gestured for her to calm down. “Relax, it’s cool. We talked about it.”

“It’s cool?!?”

I gave her a stern look and waited, silently, for Sam to visibly calm down. She didn’t like it at first, and gave me the evil eye a bit. Sam really was a control freak, and at the moment it must’ve certainly felt like she had no control over anything. But eventually she took a deep breath, folded her arms over her bounteous chest, and jutted her lower jaw forward while staring straight out the front windshield at the back wall of my garage.

“She tried,” I finally explained. “She tried one last time to ‘be straight’. She walked me into my room, gave me an intensely passionate kiss like her life depended on it, and poured all of her love for me into it. Like, if she could just find it somewhere deep inside herself to be straight enough to marry me, then everything would be alright in the world, right?”

Sam frowned and gave me a regretful look. “And when she couldn’t, she broke up with you.”

“It’s really not that big a deal,” I said with a shrug. “Coming out to her parents last night was a huge thing for her. She said she still loves me, but for her own sake she wants to stop pretending she could ever be straight, and part of that means giving up the pretense of being my girlfriend. I mean, we both agree that our relationship means more than ordinary friendship. But at the same time, I’m never going to have the kind of intimate, romantic relationship with her that I’d want with ... well ... with you.”

Sam blushed and glanced at me for a moment, a silly smile on her face before she turned to look out the windshield again.

“It’s not like I don’t have enough girlfriends at the moment, and for her it was just an empty title. Plus, Zofi taking a step back from our physical relationship can only benefit the rest of you, right?”

“Step back? She’s still gonna keep fucking you, isn’t she?”

I winced and took a deep breath.

Sam’s eyes and mouth both got really big again. “She’s gonna STOP?!?”

“Zofi’s gay, Sam. Sex with me doesn’t give her the visceral thrill it gives you or Neevie or any of the others. Now true, I prided myself on still giving her enough stimulation both physically and mentally that she’d orgasm, but at the end of the day, having sex with me - for her - was more akin to giving me a blowjob. It was a selfless act of giving for my sake more than about mutual pleasure. And when she put it that way, I told her she’d NEVER be obligated to have sex with me again.”

“So she’s just gonna STOP?!?”

“Not entirely.” I shrugged. “I mean, she said she still loves the thrill of feeling me ‘fertilize’ her.”

“Or at least she did until Beverly walked in on you two. Maybe it traumatized her or something.”

I waved off that idea. “Zofi said we’d still hook up for special occasions or other times when she was in the mood, but not anytime soon. Right now, she genuinely wants to focus on accepting herself as a homosexual and feeling comfortable with that path forward. She’s serious about never touching another man for the rest of her life, accepting that she’s never going to have the kind of family her pare...” My voice trailed off as my own words hit me. “Well... damn.”

“What?”

I furrowed my forehead, focusing hard and trying to ensure this little kernel of an idea didn’t slip away. “What if Zofi’s mom really IS just as gay as Zofi is? What if Zofi’s dad is basically like me: the man who accepted her the way she was, and was willing to marry her even though she was a lesbian at heart? I mean, if none of the rest of the BTC was around, and it was just me and Zofi, living in a conservative Catholic world where homosexuality was absolutely forbidden ... I’m just saying, I could see myself marrying her to protect her.”

Sam mused on that. “It makes sense. At the same time, we have no idea what Zofi’s mum’s actual sexuality is. For all we know, she’s ninety-nine percent straight and this ‘first love’ bit was just a couple of fifteen-year-old girls practicing kissing for the boys they actually wanted to date.”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I think my explanation fits her mom’s moral outrage a little better. If she was a regular straight woman who had grown up conservative, I’d think she’d be less ... angry ... you know? It just makes sense in my head better that Zofi’s mom spent years brainwashing herself with the idea that her lesbian urges were a one-way ticket to eternal damnation. Zofi told me her mom lost her virginity when she was fifteen, and got excited when Zofi asked her for birth control. That kind of moral paradox with her Catholic upbringing screams out to me that she was taking extreme measures to prove to herself she wasn’t gay, and she’s been fighting her true nature for her entire adult life.”

Sam was nodding slowly. “Maybe you’re right. But what does that mean for Zofi?”

“Does the fact that she went through the same confusion about her sexuality hurt or help Zofi, you mean?”

“Yeah. Either Zofi and her dad confronting her about Maja wakes her up a bit to the fact that we’re not in Poland, that in America being a lesbian doesn’t automatically make her an outcast of society...”

“Or it makes her dig in her heels even harder, saying, ‘I got over my sinful urges and made a very happy life for myself with your father and now you have to, too.’”

Sam grimaced. “Is it just me, or does that second outcome seem a lot more likely?”

Just then, we heard the sounds of a car pulling into my driveway behind us, following by a short squeak of wheels braking. I glanced up at my rearview mirror to look out through the still-open garage door and realized Zofi was parking her car just behind us.

“That was fast.” I gave Sam a glum look. “Looks like we have our answer.”

Mother surveyed the four girls dressed in their pajamas in our family room and sighed. “Maybe you should just invite Naimh, Alice, and Holly to move in for the summer.”

Zofi and Mari exchanged a look, and both sat up straight. Zofi was the first to stammer apologetically, “If we’re imposing--”

“It was a joke,” Mother interrupted, holding her hand up to forestall any further comment. “Please, ladies, this is your sanctuary. You are welcome here for as long as is necessary.”

“Thank you,” Mari said sweetly. She was dressed in one of my t-shirts and a pair of Sam’s shorts, her massive rack and bubble butt stretching both articles to the max. Unlike Zofi, she hadn’t made any attempt to go home and collect her belongings.

Zofi, on the other hand, was dressed in her own pajamas. Despite me and Sam leaving the house, her attempts to get the true story about Maja out of her mom had been unsuccessful. In the end, she’d gone to quickly pack a bag and told her mom, “I’m not moving back in until you’re ready to admit the truth.”

Her mom retorted that she’d kicked Zofi out of the house anyway, so Zofi left, hence her arrival in my driveway so soon after Sam and I had come home. Zofi and her mom were now at a stalemate that I sincerely hoped wouldn’t last as long as it had for Sam, but for now at least, I knew we had another indefinite houseguest.

At least we didn’t have to go to school tomorrow. It would be Memorial Day, which technically counted as a “weekend”, at least as Belle overnights went (not that Belle didn’t just stay over on random weeknights as well). The five of us stayed up playing card games like Uno and Skip-Bo, semi-mindless activities to keep our minds off our troubles. Nobody was in a particularly amorous mood, and in the end Sam and Zofi bid us goodnight and went into Sam’s bedroom while Belle and Mari came into mine. We found Mari a wrapped free toothbrush I’d been given at my last visit to the dentist, cleaned ourselves up for the night, and fell into bed together. Mari made for a truly excellent teddy bear, and I cuddled her closely on my right while Belle pillowed her head on the left side of my chest. Mari even slipped my hand beneath her t-shirt and planted my palm on a big breast. And thus comfortably situated, the three of us drifted off to sleep.

The next thing I knew, I was soaring through the air, high up in the clouds. Rather than wispy immaterial fluffs of condensed water, the clouds themselves were made of cotton and substantial enough to support my weight when I landed on one. My shoulders ached a little from the exertion of flapping, and I rolled my neck around to stretch it out, which included turning my head a hundred and eighty degrees to look back at my own feathery black tail.

Not that I was perturbed to find myself with a feathery black tail; it seemed completely normal at the time. Feeling refreshed from my brief respite, I took to the air once more and soared down from the heavens, gliding to another stop high in a tree. Four pretty birds already roosted within: an orange bird with green highlights, a brown bird, a yellow bird with a brown belly, and a blue bird. Soon, a red bird, a purple bird, and a lime green bird darted in, the three of them swirling around me but none of them landing. I chirped at them, inviting them to join us. The red one did come in to land on the branch beside me, and we rubbed our beaks together and cheeped happily. The purple bird hovered like a hummingbird in midair just in front of me, reached out a wing, and gave me what amounted to an avian high-five before fluttering off. And the lime green bird disappeared shortly after.

The brown bird and the blue bird then lifted off from their branches, tweeting at me mournfully before flying off in different directions, and I felt a deep sadness sinking over me. The three birds still nearby – red, orange, and yellow – cheeped at me a little reproachfully. I felt guilty, but I still missed green, blue, purple, and brown. And while I continued to wallow in my misery, red, orange, and yellow all lifted off the branch and took off into the sky.

Panicked, I leaped after them, only then I realized I wasn’t a bird anymore.

I had transformed into a rodent of some kind, with a long, worm-like tail and big, gnashing front teeth.

And I couldn’t fly.

Wind rushed past as I endlessly fell. There was no ground beneath me, no soft grass. I couldn’t even see the tree anymore, just a black empty void. I tried to scream but no sound came out.

In space, no one can hear you scream.

But space was full of stars, and this was just black emptiness. Or was it?

Dimly, I became aware of pinpricks of light, faint at first but growing steadily brighter. One of them came close, a tiny ball of burning hydrogen that nevertheless was bigger than my foot, which had magically turned back into a bird’s three-toed foot. If I was a bird, I could fly again, right? Only there was no air, and with no air a bird’s wing couldn’t fly. So I continued to fall, but at least this time I fell onto that nearby ball of burning hydrogen.

It stopped my fall, and I balanced like a martial arts expert posed perfectly atop a wooden fencepost like in the movies. I have no idea how my bird body managed the position, but ... well ... it made perfect sense at the time. But I was still perched on a tiny, glowing ... steppingstone ... of sorts, in this vast void of space. I wobbled, tilting, about to lose my balance. Below me there were no more stars, just an eternity of black abyss. But beside me? Yes, there was another steppingstone.

With a great heave, I pushed off my one leg and reached for the next steppingstone star. I made it, just barely, once again balancing on one three-toed bird foot. I jumped again ... and again ... and again ... I wasn’t entirely sure where I was going, although I was certain I couldn’t remain where I was. Every time I thought I was finding balance, I’d start wobbling again, and the choices were clear: Jump. Or fall.

So I jumped.

Not that I jumped randomly. I knew there was... something ... out there. A direction. A goal. Happiness? Comfort?

Love.

Love still scared me, and as I flinched away from the idea, I lost my balance. Too late, I tried to push off my steppingstone and reach for another, but I could already tell I wouldn’t make it. I felt myself falling into the empty black abyss, but just before I did, something sharp and painful tugged at my butt. I felt myself elevating rather than falling, confused by the sudden reversal of gravity.

Of course, out in the vastness of space, there shouldn’t have been any gravity pulling me down in the first place, but whatever. It made perfect sense at the time.

What did NOT make sense was the fact that I wasn’t falling, and I turned my head around a hundred and eighty degrees to find a black cat with pale green eyes biting my tail feathers. For a moment, I panicked, thinking I was about to be eaten. Doom Kitty had come to end me.

But then I felt the steadiness of a steppingstone beneath my foot, and when the pain in my ass evaporated, I glanced back and saw the orange bird with green highlights standing by my side instead. On my other side, the red bird came back and held my hand.

Hey, I have hands again!

Finally, the yellow bird with the brown belly returned as well.

Together, the four of us jumped.

And we FLEW.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Something felt GOOD.

I wasn’t asleep anymore, but neither was I awake. Instead, I hovered on a different plane of existence, between here and there. This wasn’t a dream, and I wasn’t a bird, but I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Something felt REALLY good.

Somebody moaned. Was it me? It kind of sounded like me. But it also came from a place so far away and distant, like the echoes of an exploding star that died a hundred million years ago but whose light and radiation were only reaching us now.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

So, so fucking good.

Another moan, but this one wasn’t me. It was closer, and yet higher, not only in elevation but also in pitch. It was almost a whimper, a gasp, or even just an exhaled breath. But it wasn’t me.

I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Incredibly good.

I felt the pillow behind my head, supporting me. My face lolled to one side, and I could feel my mouth hanging open. I may have been drooling, and the simple embarrassment at that idea threatened to fully pull me from my doldrums.

But it didn’t.

My arms were flung back, my right wrist and hand against the headboard, my left forearm on the pillow beside me. It was a pillow that had been occupied last night, but no longer. Had she left me? No. I knew that I wasn’t alone.

Nor was I awake.

Heat.

Pressure.

Pleasure.

Almost TOO good.

My abs clenched and released of their own accord. I wasn’t thrusting, not exactly. More like I was reacting. It was an involuntary movement. It was an unconscious movement.

Because I wasn’t awake, you see.

I could feel my balls tensing, the density within them building.

Too much heat.

Too much pressure.

Too much pleasure.

I wouldn’t last long. The only question was: would I awake in time to really enjoy it?

She was on top of me, that much I now knew. I still wasn’t thrusting, but nor did I need to. She was doing all the work, humping her body up and down, up and down, over and over and over again. She was the one moaning, not me. Sometimes her moans were deep and guttural, as if my hard prick penetrating her inner depths was knocking the wind out of her. Other times her whimpers and breathy panting were quite cute and dainty. But there was absolutely no doubt that I was getting ridden hard, and ridden well.

Because there was so much heat. So much pressure. So much pleasure.

Too much.

“Matty! Matty! Matty!” she moaned, her own pleasure reaching its zenith. “Holy FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKK!!! FUCK! FUCK!!!”

I was cumming. I hadn’t cum yet, but I was cumming. Too much heat. Too much pressure. Too much pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, and the bottled-up ecstasy just exploded out of me.

Like a star going supernova.

My eyes flew open, and all at once I could see my Angel’s face above me. Her hands were pressed to the sides of her head, squeezing tight while she clenched her eyes shut and went absolutely apeshit on top of me. Her massive 36DD tits bounced and gyrated and wobbled as she thrashed in the throes of an absolutely incredible climax. Her best friend straddled my legs just behind her, right hand reaching around to diddle my luscious Latina’s clit while her left hand jammed three slender digits into Mari’s spasming wet box.

My bodaciously busty babe with the body built for sex had my engorged cock fully imbedded up her ass, and she was cornholing the hell out of herself like it was our last day on Earth. I’d never woken up to find myself fucking a girl’s ass before, and for half a second I panicked Sam would somehow get mad at me for letting someone else be “first”.

But then any worries like that got washed away by the overwhelming pleasure of my luscious Latina banging her butthole up and down my dick. When she saw that my eyes had opened, she promptly bent forward to mash her massive tits in my face, continuing to slam my sausage through her sphincter and up her backdoor chute while smothering me in spectacular mammary flesh.

All-consuming ecstasy flooded my brain then, overpowering my conscious mind and flooding my synapses, accompanied by the diluvial torrent of jism I’d started spraying all over the inner walls of Mari’s colon. I had no sense of space or time anymore as I groaned and grunted and arched my back while thrusting upwards like Mount Vesuvius, staccato bursts of fire peppering out of me like a whole field of landmines going up in rapid sequence. I’m losing the metaphor a bit but you get the idea that I had an absolutely incredible orgasm that erupted out of me so hard that I blacked out again.

No, seriously. I blacked out.

Heat.

Not so much pressure.

Still some residual pleasure.

I was not alone.

Nor was I awake.

At least until Mari bent over me, cooed in my ear, and started kissing me. I snorted and jerked and looked up at her through bleary eyes. “Holy shit, Angel,” I grunted. “What the hell did you do to me?”

She giggled and pecked my nose. “Good morning, boyfriend. Did you like your wake-up call?”

“Hell yes. You’re gonna kill me if you do that more often, but what a wonderful way to go,” I wheezed. Still in a daze, I muttered half to myself, “Outfuck the entire BTC if she wanted to...”

Belle started tapping on Mari’s shoulder as she complained rather petulantly, “Hurry up and get off! Matty’s Little Cumslut is HUNGRY!”

Mari and I both just laughed.

“You know you’re more than welcome to stay,” I intoned seriously while smoothly but firmly running my hands up and down Mari’s naked back. She laid face-down on Matty’s Chair, the strings of the bikini top she’d borrowed from Sam undone and draped over the sides to give me unfettered access for my massage. Her massive tits crushed beneath her chest bulged out quite nicely, making it nearly impossible for me to NOT cop a feel every time I stroked her sides. She still wore the bikini bottoms, but they amounted to little more than dental floss on the back side, so unfettered access wasn’t really a problem.

With a forlorn sigh that had nothing to do with my backrub, Mari muttered, “Tempting as it is, I’m not going to move in here permanently, or even temporarily. I crashed last night because I needed a night away from my parents - to get over how upset my mom made me. But I need to go home and talk it over with her.”

“Then let me come with you.”

“I already told you ‘no’. This is something I need to do on my own.”

“Your mom’s not gonna change her mind,” Belle drawled from the lounge chair beside us. She was topless, letting her naked breasts get a little sun to avoid tan lines, pert pale pink nipples so mouthwateringly juicy. “From her point of view, there’s nothing you can say that will make her think she’s wrong.”

“She’s not wrong,” Mari said.

“Isn’t she?” I asked.

Mari sighed. “I totally get where she’s coming from. All her life she had a certain path laid out for her, one that involved getting married young and popping out babies. When she was young, getting a quality guy before all the quality guys already got taken was the priority, and she’s always been frustrated at me not following in her footsteps as it were. And even though she can see the financial advantage of me forging my own career, she’s afraid I’m going to end up quedada, left over. She’s warned me about becoming la solterona of my cousins, the spinster. ‘What good is money if you have no one to share it with?’, y’know?”

“If you get rich you can always come share it with me,” Belle laughed.

“Me, too,” I added immediately as well.

Mari turned her head and glanced back at me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me coming right back into your arms after four years and picking up like we’d never left off.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t mind waking up with my dick in your ass once a week for the rest of my life.”

Mari snorted at that and sighed again. Shaking her head sadly, she muttered, “I can’t just save myself for you, Matty. Not for four years.”

I paused my rubbing, my palms conveniently on her ass, and I leaned forward to look her in the eyes, saying in a heartfelt voice, “I would never ask you to.”

She melted a little. “I love you, Matty.”

“I love you too.”

“But you don’t love me like I love you. Not like you love Sam or Belle or Neevie.”

I sighed. “That has everything to do with me and nothing to do with you.”

“Doesn’t it? I know damn well I don’t surrender anything to them in the sex department. That means it’s either my looks or my personality.”

“You are gorgeous.”

“Not Sam gorgeous. Not Neevie gorgeous.”

“Miss ‘Most Gorgeous Thing I’ve Ever Seen’,” Belle muttered with a hint of bitterness.

I rubbed my forehead. “I am NEVER going to live that one down, am I?”

“Oh, we’ll all hold it against you for the rest of your life, yes,” Belle confirmed.

I looked at Mari steadily. “It has nothing to do with your looks.”

“Then it’s my personality ... or lack thereof,” she sighed with a shrug. “My mom’s right. Maybe if I’d been more of a flirtatious, confident guy-chaser I would’ve had a chance to have you.”

I frowned. “You would – scratch that – you ARE an amazing girlfriend. You are so sweet and caring and loyal, PLUS you’re phenomenal in the sack. You’re still the BJ Queen of the BTC, and I am a lucky, lucky man to be here with you right now. I absolutely LOVE snuggling with you in bed. This ass...” I spanked both cheeks lightly, “is outrageously awesome. You’re the total package. I mean that.”

“Then why have you never given the idea of being with me ... for real ... a second thought?”

“I HAVE given it a second thought, and a third thought, and more. I’m gonna be honest: for years I never gave you a first thought. You were so shy and hesitant that I never wanted to scare you off, even while all of the others were pushing boundaries. And then even once we got started, you were so gung-ho about the Team Belle thing. Neevie had always been plain about her desire to be with me, so it was easy to contemplate being with her. Belle made her love – and her jealousy – pretty clear as well. And even though Sam told me she didn’t want a romantic relationship, she simultaneously told me how much she loved me and wanted to give in to her emotions. But you spent so much time insisting you had no further designs on me and were happy to just be friends that ... well ... can you really blame me for believing you?”

“I know, I know, I’m not being fair right now. I told you for years I wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship. Then again, Sam was pretty insistent she wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship but you two still ended up together.”

I glanced over at the pool, where Sam and Zofi were sunning themselves face-down. They both wore sunglasses, but their heads were also turned toward us, so I had to assume they were listening. “Sam insisted she didn’t want to be with me while simultaneously telling me she was totally in love and wanted to be with me. You, on the other hand? All I had was, ‘Team Belle!’” I pumped my fist in the air for emphasis.

She sighed. “My mom’s right. I’m not aggressive enough to get a real quality guy.”

“Your mom is dead wrong. You can’t base your entire romantic future on an admittedly too-crazy-to-be-real situation where your five best friends are all hooking up with the same guy. At the very least, your ratio is about to dramatically improve. You’re going to a tech school with a three-to-one male-female ratio. You’re stunningly beautiful, you’ve got an awe-inspiring rack, and your body is built for sex. You’re NEVER gonna have to be a guy-chaser. All the guys at that school will be chasing YOU.”

Mari mused on that. “That IS a pleasant thought.”

“And not just any guys - Caltech guys. Intelligent guys with good prospective futures.”

“Socially-inept guys who got picked on by jocks and won’t know how to string two sentences together around a girl with big tits, much less know what to do with my body built for sex if they actually managed to get my panties off.”

“Well, some of them, maybe,” I conceded. “But in that situation, you can afford to be picky. Find someone who will care about you for more than your hot body and big boobs. Find someone who will love you the way you deserve to be loved, someone who’s the total package and truly worthy of you. Because I want you to realize that--”

“That while I may be nothing more than Girlfriend #6 in the BTC, I may very well be in the top one percentile of girls at Caltech.” Mari rolled up onto her right shoulder and arched an eyebrow at me. The position also bared her big boobs as she posed prettily with her left hand on her bent left leg.

My jaw dropped, less at her nudity than at her comment. “The top one percentile at Caltech thing I’ll agree with, but please don’t ever think you’re nothing more than Girlfriend #6. I don’t rank you.”

She waved me off rather than try to argue. With a sigh, she muttered, “I already found someone who’s the total package and truly worthy of me. But he loves my best friend ... AND two more of my best friends.”

I tilted my head to the side and gave her an apologetic look. “I DO love you.”

“I know you do. Not like you love them, but I know you do.”

“I think you should build your own version of the BTC,” Belle chimed in, “except with six guys for one Mariangel. Have a harem of enthralled boy toys servicing their Queen Mari’s every decadent desire.”

Mari blushed prettily and sat up, not bothering to re-fasten her bikini top. “I think it’s time that I went home to give my mom a piece of my mind. And I think I will remind her of that Caltech male-female ratio.”