The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 19-20

Literotic asexstories – The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 19-20 by bluedragonauthor,bluedragonauthor
THE BIG TITS CLUB 2.0

by bluedragon

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— CHAPTER 19: Head Girlfriend —

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The pint-sized Grand Inquisitors grilled me for details of Eva’s return for close to an hour – a duration that exceeded the amount of time Eva actually spent in the house with me, including GT2. Given that I refused to give away any of Eva’s secrets, and that I didn’t want to share the sordid details of our sexual encounters (other than to admit there HAD been sexual encounters), I had surprisingly little to offer them, much to both girls’ frustration. And after they were finally done with me, Lily turned to Belle and queried, “Should we call in a Code Blue?”

Belle shook her head. “Nah. This doesn’t rate a Code Blue. We save those for the real emergencies where we need to drop whatever we’re doing and come running.”

I arched an eyebrow in surprise, turning my attention from Belle to Lily, asking, “Have the girls actually called a Code Blue since you joined us?”

“Well, no,” Lily admitted. “Which is why I’m still curious as to what exact circumstances would demand one.”

“I sincerely hope you never have to find out,” I told her seriously.

Lily shrugged before glancing back at Belle. “But we still need to discuss this with Neevie and Sam in committee, right?”

“Oh, totally,” Belle agreed.

Mentally and emotionally exhausted from both my afternoon with Eva and now my recent Grand Inquisition, I immediately groaned and let my head loll over the top of the backrest at the idea of discussing things “in committee”.

“Neevie will be home soon,” Belle continued, ignoring me completely. “And I’ll call Miss Royal Head Girlfriend to see if she’s willing to take time out of her ‘busy’ schedule and deign to grace us with her presence.”

I picked my head up at the mocking tone in Belle’s voice and her fingers curled in air quotes, and shot her a harsh look. “Hey, give Sam a break. They just put her in charge of the Writing Committee for her Pre-Law Society, which is almost unheard of for a freshman to be given that role. It’s a big deal to her, and we all knew going in that her priority was going to be on her academics,” I stated defensively.

“Then her priorities are wack,” Belle scoffed. “I mean, she’s always been studious, but she at least made time to hang out with The BTC back in high school. Even putting aside how your supposed ‘Head Girlfriend’ can barely make a minimum of effort to spend time with you, have you noticed she can’t even make a minimum of effort to spend time with us? We live in the same house for fuck’s sake. The BTC was always about the group.”

“She was here on Friday night for all of us and Lily.”

“Friday nights have always been everyone spending time together, although she’s missed a couple of those as well. But where was she all weekend, huh? Maybe you were too busy sucking face with your no-longer-virgin ku’uipo to notice, but Sam was gone.”

“That’s not true. You two still went running Sunday,” I pointed out.

Belle rolled her eyes. “We barely talked. She set a blistering pace, was always at least ten feet in front of me, and even when she stopped to wait for me to catch up, she’d take off again right away. For the rest of the weekend, with you and Lily honeymooning and Eva going AWOL, Neevie and I were all by ourselves.”

Both Lily and I frowned at each other at the bitterness in Belle’s tone, and Lily quickly turned to hug her bestie.

“I’m so sorry, B,” Lily said apologetically. “We didn’t notice you–”

“Oh, I’m not mad at you,” Belle cut her off. “You think I wanted you or Matty worrying about me for your first weekend together? Neevie and I went out of our way to leave you guys alone. I’m not even really mad at Sam; I’m more… resigned. I’m just saying that: in the old days, Sam would’ve been right there with us. The BTC is supposed to stick together. But I’m not the only one who thinks Sam’s chosen her new Pre-Law circle of friends over us, am I?”

Lily and I looked at each other again, neither of us knowing how to respond to that. But we ultimately didn’t have to as the sound of the front door opening got all of our attentions, and a few seconds later Naimh came around the corner.

The redhead initially smiled at the sight of us seated in the living room, but when she read our less-than-enthusiastic expressions, her smile faded.

“What did I miss?”

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Having absolutely no interest in having another discussion “in committee”, I went to make dinner while Belle and Lily not only recapped the entirety of their Grand Inquisition regarding Eva’s visit with me this afternoon, but also Belle’s little diatribe about Sam’s escalating pattern of absence.

Thankfully, when I set out the dishes, brought dinner out, and then asked if we could please talk about something else, they agreed to table the discussion until after the meal.

I’d made food early, so technically Eva didn’t keep her promise to be back by dinnertime. Or, well, one could argue that she did keep her promise to be back by “dinnertime” because she did arrive several minutes before what would’ve usually been our regular dinnertime. But then, one could argue that she only arrived on time because I’d called her to let her know I was making food early and to come over soon.

You know what? Doesn’t matter. Arguing these little details? Not worth the wasted time or mental effort. You see what the girls do to me?

In any case, the doorbell rang exactly twice just a couple of minutes after we’d started eating. I got up to let her in with a casual, “Howzit, hoalauna?” and a shaka sign. Eva had been looking at me with a rather nervous expression, but my relaxed demeanor and Hawaiian hand-signal seemed to put her at ease.

I think Eva was expecting to walk into the house, feel a distinctly non-tropical chill in the air, and be blanketed by a thick layer of tension while the BTC girls stared daggers at her. But much to her surprise, all three of them immediately turned to face her with happy and welcoming smiles.

“Eva! You came!” Lily exclaimed happily.

“And she came and she came and she came, I’ll bet,” Belle added with a smirk, to which Lily smacked Belle’s upper arm.

“Welcome back, Eva,” Naimh said warmly.

But despite their friendly greetings, Eva still looked nervous as she came to a stop ten feet away from the table, looked all three of them in the eyes, and stated matter-of-factly, “I’m sorry for fucking Matty and then running. I got screwed up in the head a bit and wasn’t sure how to deal with it, so I did what I always do: I shut myself up in my room and tried to pretend nothing ever happened. After the first time I fucked him on Monday, I asked Matty to keep it a secret so I could get my head on straight and then kept hanging out with you guys acting like everything was normal. I do that. I did that after that party in the hills when I got drunk and made out with Matty a bunch of times. The next morning I pretended like it never happened and kinda… umm… lied about not remembering anything.”

My jaw dropped as I muttered, “Umm, what?”

“I’m sorry about that too, but it just goes to show I’m not very good at handling this kind of stuff,” Eva continued, barely missing a beat as she momentarily glanced at me before returning her attention to the girls. “I let my guard down — I did drink a helluva lot that night — and I woke up the next morning wishing I hadn’t. So I lied to you. I lied to myself. Tried to convince myself it wasn’t real.”

“Oh!” Naimh said in surprise as she processed that. “Umm… okay…”

“But the truth is that it really DID happen,” Eva rolled on, “and it happened because I was having FUN. That was the FIRST time I’d had fun in a long, long time. Dancing, drinking, that silly bounce house… the hunky guy everyone else was kissing, and I wanted to take my turn just like the rest of you. I was having fun with you: my friends. I don’t have many friends, but you all are very special people. And I’m sorry I let you down.”

Lily’s lower lip quivered, and she looked genuinely sympathetic as she looked back at the three of us.

“I need this group of friends,” Eva stated seriously. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry I ran away from you. I’m NOT sorry about having sex with Matty because like… OMG… he’s freakin’ AMAZING.”

“Hear-hear!” Naimh cheered with a grin.

“Amazing,” Lily echoed.

“I can’t promise with absolute certainty I’ll never do it again — the lying part. The sex part, uhhh… I hope the rest of you wouldn’t mind if I didn’t stop. But I understand that lying doesn’t exactly endear me to my friends – both about not remembering the kisses as well as not admitting I’d seduced him for an entire week – so I’ll have to do a better job of not doing that if I want to continue being a part of The BTC,” Eva stated with her head nodding slowly, her eyes tight and her focus turned inward as if she’d rehearsed this entire thing and was trying desperately to not lose her script. “Because I DO want to be part of The BTC. I really do.”

“You ARE part of The BTC,” Naimh assured her. “Always have been.”

“I’m sorry for being a shitty friend up to this point, always closed off and a bit antisocial,” Eva stated with finality, her tone indicating that she was wrapping things up as she turned her gaze to me. “But I realize that college life is difficult enough on its own – and can only be harder if I’m alone. I don’t want to be alone anymore. I’ve made a decision to try and be a better friend to all of you. So… umm… yeah… Can… Can you please forgive me?”

Eva bit her lip nervously, shifted her weight onto her right hip, and hugged herself while dropping her chin down to her chest and studiously avoiding our eyes for the moment. And the longer we remained silent, the more wound up and tense she became.

“Of course we can forgive you,” Naimh stated first, her tone confident and poised. The rest of us all looked at her, including Eva, and my Irish girlfriend’s emerald-green eyes shone as she nodded firmly in confirmation to all of us before turning her attention to the hapa Hawaiian girl. “None of us is perfect, and we’ve all made mistakes. What makes The BTC so special is that we accept each other, forgive each other, and move on.”

By now I’d circled around the dining table to sit down next to Naimh. I placed my hand atop hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze while glancing up at my Irish girlfriend with a smile, and then turned my gaze back to Eva. “Lying about not remembering our kisses as a defense mechanism is really no big deal. I know what it’s like to make mistakes and wish they’d never happened. I’m sure we’ve all felt like that at one point or another.”

“For real,” Belle muttered a bit forlornly, exhaling a long sigh and then nodding as she fixed Eva with a serious look. “I, more than anyone else, know what it’s like to make the kind of mistake that can kill a friendship, only to have this group forgive me and welcome me back. Pretending you didn’t remember making out with Matty really isn’t a big deal. Having sex with Matty when… well… that’s exactly what I always wanted you to do… doesn’t require forgiveness in the first place. At best we can maybe get upset with you for holing yourself up in your room like a hermit instead of coming out to talk to us — but that’s actually a completely understandable reaction in my book.”

“Totally,” Lily stated with a nod. “I’ve locked myself in my bedroom refusing to come out or talk to anyone a few times, for far less serious stuff than this.”

“Well, she did miss your deflowering party,” Belle pointed out.

Naimh waggled her head and remarked, “Seems more of a punishment in and of itself.”

Belle and Lily giggled right along with Naimh. And then all three of them turned to face Eva again, who still looked apprehensive.

“You said you’re sorry, and that’s good enough for us,” Naimh pronounced, glancing at the rest of us for confirmation before turning back to face forward. “Welcome back to The BTC, Eva. We forgive you. And may we never speak of this stuff again.”

Eva blinked in surprise, looking at me and each of the girls one-by-one. “Really? That’s it?”

Naimh grinned. “That’s it. Unless you’d rather we come up with some kind of hazing ritual in penance in order to make you prove your–”

“No-no,” Eva interrupted. “I’m good.”

“Great then! Glad to know I’ve still got a drinkin’ buddy in the club who can (almost) keep up with me,” Naimh said playfully. She then gestured to the table and said, “Take a seat. Let’s eat.”

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While the discussion of Eva’s re-admission to The BTC was concluded with minimal dispute, the post-dinner discussion about Sam’s “Head Girlfriend” status turned out to be far more… contentious.

First of all: Sam hadn’t come home yet, which seemed to further validate Belle’s position that Sam no longer deserved the title. Belle had called Sam and left her a voicemail prior to dinner for the sole purpose of getting Sam to come discuss Eva’s re-admission “in committee”. And I had also left Sam a voicemail asking her to come home so we could talk.

But she hadn’t replied to either voicemail, nor to my text asking her to check in. At that point I realized that I really should’ve gotten phone numbers from her Pre-Law classmates, just in case. As it was, I wound up feeling rather… anxious… telling myself that her lack of responsiveness was most likely because she was too busy to check her phone, and not that she was lying dead in a ditch somewhere.

It was because of Sam’s absence that I never intended to start a conversation about her suitability as “Head Girlfriend” in the first place. I mean yes, I’d told Naimh earlier today that she and I should talk to Sam about the whole “Head Girlfriend” thing, and maybe even do so tonight. But I certainly wasn’t expecting to walk out of the kitchen after having loaded up the dishwasher to find that all four of the other girls had started up a, well… a loaded conversation on that exact same topic without me.

“That’s exactly what I’ve been saying,” Belle contended in a heated tone as I joined the girls in the living room. “The BTC isn’t Sam’s priority anymore.”

“She never promised it would be,” Naimh pointed out, glancing up at me as I sat down beside her and rubbed her knee. She rubbed my hand atop her knee and then returned her attention to Belle and Lily on the opposite couch, with Eva in her usual armchair spot. “In fact: Sam stated the precise opposite. She made clear from the very beginning that her academics would come first.”

“You’re only proving my point regarding Sam’s unsuitability as ‘Head Girlfriend’,” Belle insisted while miming with air quotes. “If she wants to focus on her academics, that’s fine; that’s her prerogative. But she can’t expect us to let her continue being ‘Head’ anything if she won’t devote the necessary time and attention to us.”

“I think you’re losing sight of the topic,” Naimh stated reasonably, “and conflating Sam’s role as Head Girlfriend with her role as de facto leader of The BTC. Sam still loves Matty more than anything and he loves her – we can all see that – and just because she doesn’t hang out with us as much as she used to doesn’t make her unsuitable to be Matty’s Head Girlfriend.”

“Matty loves all of us, including Lily,” Belle argued.

“But he fell in love with Sam and named her his Head Girlfriend,” Naimh specified.

“How much do you wanna bet that was her idea to be ‘Head Girlfriend’ above the rest of us? We all know Sam’s competitive like that. Besides: that was then, this is now,” Belle retorted. “We’re not in high school anymore, and if you ask me: she doesn’t deserve that elevated honor anymore.”

“But nobody’s asking you,” Eva interjected, fiddling with her fingernails and shrugging dismissively. “You brought up this supposed ‘issue’ all on your own.”

“Don’t make me rescind my forgiveness for seducing Matty without us,” Belle growled with narrowed eyes at Eva.

“Hey… hey…” Lily soothed, rubbing Belle’s arm. “Don’t be catty. What happened with Eva and what’s happening with Sam aren’t related. We put Eva’s fears behind us, alright? And Neevie said, ‘May we never speak of them again.’ At the end of the day, we’re talking about Matty’s Head Girlfriend, aren’t we? It’s up to him to decide if Sam doesn’t deserve that title anymore.”

“Pssht, Matty’s not gonna break up with Sam over this,” Belle scoffed.

“Nobody said ‘break up’,” Naimh pointed out.

“Matty’s not gonna do anything to devalue his relationship with Sam,” Belle retorted.

“I agree,” Naimh stated. “So why are YOU trying to devalue his relationship with Sam? Is it that YOU want the title for yourself?”

“What? No! I don’t even want a regular girlfriend title!”

“Says the girl who immediately claimed to be Matty’s girlfriend the first day we met,” Eva drawled.

“Bitch, I swear if you open your mo– OWW!” Belle’s venomous retort abruptly cut off when she had to whirl around in response to Lily pinching her arm.

“Belle… really… please?” I asked in a soothing voice, gesturing with both hands for her to take things down a notch.

Belle sighed at me and then glanced around at all three girls, shaking her head with tight eyes and a frustrated look on her face. “I’m just trying to look out for Matty’s best interests, alright? I love that he’s so devoted to adapting to whatever we need, but if he won’t stand up for himself on this issue with Sam, then somebody’s gotta do it!”

Lily turned to face me. “Do you feel like there’s an issue between you and Sam?”

“Yeah…” Eva added, sitting up a little straighter and focusing her attention on me. “Why the fuck are we arguing about Sam and Matty’s relationship instead of getting the information straight from one of the vested parties?”

I took a deep breath and glanced at Naimh before rubbing her knee again. The girls let me have a few moments to collect my thoughts, and then I surveyed all of them before speaking. “In plain simple fact: I DID know what I was getting into with Sam and her career-oriented focus. Would I like her to spend more quality time with me? Of course. But we’re now two months into school and I can’t honestly say I didn’t expect things to be this way. Do I love her any less for her absence? Not at all. It just makes me appreciate the limited time we have when we have it.”

“So there, it’s settled,” Naimh pronounced. “Nothing changes. Sam’s still Matty’s Head Girlfriend.”

“Well, actually…” I began, much to her surprise. And when my Irish girlfriend turned her gaze back to me, I gave her a small nod and asked, “Remember what we talked about this afternoon?”

Naimh’s green eyes narrowed. “I told you I don’t want you handing me the ‘Head Girlfriend’ title just because Sam’s too busy for you.”

“Ooh, that’s a good idea, actually,” Belle chirped.

The redhead immediately shook her red-haired head and held both hands up. “Sam’s your Head Girlfriend and I’m totally at peace with that.”

“I love that girl,” Belle drawled in a tone that was the opposite of love, “but Sam doesn’t deserve the title anymore,”

“Didn’t we resolve five seconds ago that so long as Matty is good with Sam being his Head Girlfriend, then Sam’s his Head Girlfriend?” Lily spoke up.

“I wanna hear what Matty meant by, ‘Well, actually…'” Eva interjected.

All four girls turned their focus to me.

I looked back at all four of them, spread out my hands, and said plainly, “I told Neevie that I don’t think anybody should be Head Girlfriend, including Sam. Belle called it an ‘elevated honor’. Neevie said she felt envious about me falling in love with Sam in high school while being prepared to let her go off to UCLA as ‘just friends’. I have independent relationships with ALL of you, including Eva. And I don’t want to cheapen those relationships by implying they’re any less important to me than my relationship with Sam.”