The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 21-22

Literotic asexstories – The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 21-22 by bluedragonauthor,bluedragonauthor
THE BIG TITS CLUB 2.0

by bluedragon

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— CHAPTER 21: Unexpected Feelings —

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— NOVEMBER —

Per our normal Wednesday routine, Naimh held my hand for the walk from our house onto campus while Belle and Lily followed behind us, gabbing like a couple of hyper-social geese.

My Irish redhead had the long, free-swinging strides of a country girl to match my own long-legged strides. Our hands swung back and forth together, and I found myself grinning from ear-to-ear at the casual sense of pure… contentment… I felt in that very moment. School was going well, my social life was going well, and my romantic life was going well. For the moment, at least, I didn’t have a worry in the world.

From the way my fair, freckled, well-fucked girlfriend kept glancing over at me with an easy smile of her own, I figured she was feeling a similar sense of contentment. Amazing orgasms can do that to a girl, but even beyond the awesome morning sex, Naimh looked at me like a girl in love, and a girl who knew with absolute certainty that her boyfriend loved her in equal measure.

When the four of us reached our usual intersection, my in-love-and-also-feeling-loved girlfriend gave me a passionate kiss that included her wrapping a long leg around my waist and moaning into my mouth before pulling back and murmuring in a raspy voice, “I’m gonna feel your cum leaking outta me all class. And I’m gonna see how many times I can get away with slipping a few fingers into me panties and tasting your spunk.”

I chuckled and pecked her nose. “So long as you’re having fun. See you soon.”

Naimh bounced away towards the Biology buildings while Belle and Lily both slid their hands into mine for the journey that remained. My Annabelle gave me a look of utter serenity and contentment, even though she hadn’t spent the night with me. She HAD spent the night with Lily, though, and the pair of petite peas in a pod looked across my chest at each other before sharing impish giggles about something only they understood.

Immediately after that, Lily snuggled in against my arm while giving me a doe-eyed look that clearly asked for a kiss. I was more than happy to lean down and give her one, and she grinned and did a little happy dance as soon as we separated.

The girls then started skipping like a pair of teenage schoolgirls (which they were), alternately swinging my arms back and forth and somewhat dragging me along with them even with my long strides. They were giggling like crazy and got me laughing along with them, although the skipping episode thankfully only lasted until we passed through the current greenscape and then got stuck in a bottleneck of students going past the next building.

Lily then gave me a quick kiss at the next intersection while she gave Belle a somewhat… deeper kiss. And then the two of them looked at each other with heartfelt looks of longing before they finally pressed their palms together, fingers pointing up, and gently pushed each other away.

I watched Lily bounding away with a spring in her step, looking happier than she’d ever been in her entire life. I then turned to look at Belle and then arched an eyebrow at what I saw. My little Annabelle’s eyes were rather… moist. And she bit her lip pensively before feeling my gaze and abruptly standing up straight while blushing pink like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“Hey! Ready to go?” she chirped in a perky voice, tugging on my hand. “Let’s go!”

I let her tug me along and asked with a sideways smirk, “Something you wanna tell me?”

She frowned in confusion. “What?”

I nodded in the general direction of Lily’s departure. “What was that look there just now?”

“What was what?”

“The pining look of forlorn angst,” I said with a breathy, melodramatic flourish, “when it feels as if you’ve been apart from her forever even though it’s barely been a minute.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I chuckled and shrugged, squeezing Belle’s hand. “Do you like Lily?”

“Of course. She’s my best friend,” she stated matter-of-factly.

“I’m asking if you like-like her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I think you do.”

“Matty…”

“Hey, it’s me.” I shrugged. “You can tell me anything, remember?”

Belle pursed her lips and mused on that, remaining silent. I held her hand and guided her around some unexpected oncoming traffic. I mean seriously, people: in America you’re supposed to walk on the right-side of the sidewalk. But Belle’s vision seemed a little unfocused, and despite my attempt to pull her out of the way, her shoulder still got clipped by some inconsiderate asshole’s backpack, and she got jerked out of her reverie.

“You okay?” I asked, arching my eyebrows in concern.

“Yeah, fine,” Belle replied. There wasn’t any serious damage, of course, and the minor jolt seemed to snap her out of it. And without requiring me to prompt her any further, she looked up at me and said, “It all started because of the Isabela thing.”

I blinked and queried, “‘Isabela thing?'”

Belle blushed and waggled her head. “So I may have gotten a little overhyped about Isabela after the Halloween party.”

I smirked and arched an eyebrow. “A little?”

“Okay a lot,” Belle admitted with a grin, her cute little ears turning pink. “What can I say? She’s hot. She’s sexy. She’s bi. And she clearly wanted to come home with all of us and get dogpiled in a naked and sweaty orgy.”

“I’m not disputing any of that. But didn’t you think she was a bit… much?”

Belle shrugged. “She’s aggressive: I admire that about her. She knows what she wants, and she doesn’t hesitate to go after it.”

“Zero hesitation,” I agreed. “But you know that’s not my thing. I’m not in the habit of bedding down with girls I just met, and neither is anyone else in The BTC.”

Belle shrugged again. “Just because none of us has ever done it before doesn’t necessarily mean we can’t. C’mon, Matty… We’re in college! This is supposed to be a time for experimenting and exploring our sexuality and finding out what the Big Wide World has to offer!”

“Perhaps, but none of this explains why you were staring after Lily with such a forlorn look of longing a minute ago. You’re deflecting me again, and I almost let you get away with it.”

“I’m not deflecting. Isabela just captured my attention.”

“Objection: relevance?”

Belle snorted and sighed. “I really wish Sam had come with us to the party.”

“Now you’re really going off on a tangent.”

Belle waved me off. “This is relevant. So like I said: Isabela’s aggressive and she was getting really touchy-feely with ALL of us at the party, including you.”

I shrugged and said, “I let her cuddle up to me a bit, yes, but I moved her hand away when she tried to grab my package and I didn’t let her kiss me. Unlike you.”

“See, now we’re getting to the point.” Belle’s ears turned pink again. “So there was this time when Isabela was whispering naughty shit into my ear about you holding the back of her head to pin her face against my pussy while grabbing her ass and then feeding your big dick deep into–”

“I was there,” I cut her off with a smirk. “I remember. I also remember you letting her start rubbing the crotch of your bodysuit while she was saying that stuff, complaining that the costume design wouldn’t let her fingers get inside.”

“And then she leaned in and started making out with me.”

“I remember. That’s when Neevie crawled into my lap and started making out with me.”

“But of course she did.” Belle smirked. “And Lily felt left out.”

“Really?” I blinked in surprise. But then I frowned, feeling like I’d neglected Lily and let her down.

Belle shrugged. “I didn’t realize it at the time either. Too busy sucking face with Isabela. But apparently, Luna could tell that Lily wasn’t happy and they had a short conversation together. A few minutes later, Luna went to talk to Isabela, and they said they had to leave.”

I canted my head to the side. “Is THAT why they left? I wondered about that. Isabela seemed so eager to… well, come home with all of us and get dogpiled in a naked and sweaty orgy. I was trying to think of polite ways to tell her we didn’t do random hookups, and when she and Luna left, I just sorta felt a sense of relief.”

Belle nodded slowly. “I just felt confused. -I- was trying to think of ways to convince you and Neevie to let them come home with us, but then all of a sudden they were gone, and I was trying to figure out what I’d done wrong.”

“You still haven’t explained how this leads to you staring after Lily with that forlorn look of longing.”

“It wasn’t a ‘forlorn look of longing’.”

“Kinda was, B.”

Belle sighed. She took a few deep breaths, exhaled slowly, and then took my hand, leading me away from the sidewalk towards an out-of-the-way corner. Once we were out of earshot, she looked up at me and explained, “So the four of us went home and had that awesome costume orgy, you gave me that trifecta and fuck, Matty, I absolutely love how it feels when you’re spurting all that hot cum into my tight asshole, making me feel gooey and warm inside while you’re stretching me so unbelievably wide that it feels like I’m gonna burst while your heavy weight smoth– Fuck, I’m getting sidetracked.”

I chuckled and gestured for her to continue.

“But it’s seriously hard to walk for a while after that, no joke,” Belle added.

I blushed and gave her an apologetic look.

“Anyways,” Belle continued, “the first warning I missed when we got home: I started whining that we should’ve brought Isabela home with us, and Lily was all ‘Bored of us already?’ I thought she was just kidding, but it was one of those kernel of truth kinda things, you know?”

“I know,” I agreed.

“After the costume orgy, I took Lily upstairs to go clean up and then we got to talking last night while cuddling in bed and she asked me in that super-cute, super-nervous voice she has when you know she wants nothing more in the world than to please you what was going on between me and Isabela and I told her there wasn’t anything going on between me and Isabela except that she was hot and sexy and bi and that I wanted to see you stretching her ass as wide as you’d just stretched mine while cramming her face down into my crotch but then Lily wanted to know if there was anything more to it like if I wanted to be friends with Isabela because she said I looked at Isabela the way she (I mean Lily) looked at me in that I was so strong and confident and always acted like I knew exactly what I wanted and would totally go after it a hundred percent and Lily said she admired me so much and that I was her idol and that she wanted to be just like me but then here comes this other girl who’s so strong and confident and sexy and she worried that maybe I’d rather be with someone like Isabela instead of someone like her and I said well Sam and Neevie are super strong and confident and sexy and admirable too but that it was someone like her (Lily) who I wanted to be with because I appreciated someone who was so sweet and selfless and adorable and that even though she and Mari didn’t look anything alike I loved them both for their gentle souls and then Lily said she loved ME and that kinda caught me off-guard and I think it kinda caught HER off-guard too because she wasn’t like totally expecting to feel the kind of emotions she was feeling you know and I wasn’t like totally sure if she meant ‘be with’ in the sense of being besties or ‘be with’ in the sense of like… NOT just besties and then she looked sad because she felt like she’d put her heart out on the line and I started crying and I told her I loved HER and that she meant more to me than just a friend or even a BFF but that like… I… I mean I wasn’t sure… because I’d always assumed I was… and yet I thought that maybe… I might…”

I raised both eyebrows, simultaneously wondering where the fuck Belle found oxygen to say all that, and eagerly awaiting how she would finish that massive run-on sentence. “You thought you might…”

“I don’t know, Matty,” Belle mumbled rather… well, forlornly. She looked sad and hopeful and worried and excited and nervous. “I thought that maybe I DID like Lily. I thought maybe I like-liked Lily. Like… as a girlfriend. And not like a normal ‘girlfriend’ but like seriously like a girlfriend, you know what I mean? And it’s totally weird because I’ve always known I liked girls but I never really like-liked girls like in a Zofi-like kinda way, you know? Even with Mari we were SO close and total BFFs forever but I never once thought about her and me being like… romantic-like… Like, you know?”

I nodded slowly, feeling like I’d gotten the gist of all that and yet wondering if there was some way to pause the flow of time, rewind back the last two minutes or so, and then play them again at half-speed and with closed captions.

But that wasn’t actually possible, and all I could really work from was the gist. So I furrowed my eyebrows, nodded slowly, and asked carefully for confirmation, “You think you and Lily might be in love with each other and want to be a romantic couple?”

Belle winced and looked decidedly unsure of herself. She whined a little while shaking her head, pleading with her eyes for me to help her make sense of everything. She then took a deep breath and started to look like she was about to ramble out another massive run-on sentence. But in the end, all she could do was bury her face in her hands and mutter, “Well… Maybe?”

I gave Belle an apologetic look and pulled her into a hug. She shuddered just a little, clearly torn, and clutched me tightly. But after a minute of me stroking her back and kissing the top of her head, she settled down a bit and relaxed her grip.

“Shit, we need to get to class,” Belle muttered, wiping her moist eyes and glancing around. The walkways around us were nearly empty.

I checked my watch and nodded my agreement. Much as I might’ve wanted to stay there and help Belle process her clearly conflicted emotions and unexpected feelings, we’d run out of time. “I’ll make time to talk to you for however much you need, alright? I promise,” I assured her.

She nodded her agreement. “Thanks, Matty.”

“I love you, B.”

She flung herself around me for another hug. “Love you too.”

There was no time for our usual Koala-bear hug and kiss in front of Engineering. Belle took a step back, gave me a quick wave, and then dashed around the corner to get to Chemistry. I headed off down a different path and ran into my lecture hall with a minute to spare.

Most of the class was already settled, and down on the lecture floor I saw both Professor D and Skylar fielding questions from students. I hustled down the steps to my usual seat on the aisle in the fourth row but came to an abrupt stop in surprise.

My usual seat itself was unoccupied, but the seat immediately next to mine was not. A beautiful brunette with wavy dark hair, expressive dark eyes, and a tanned complexion grinned up at me. Wearing a scoop-neck sweater that gave me a great overhead view of her top-shelf tits, she waited for me to finish ogling and return my gaze to her face, and only then greeted, “Good morning, Matty!”

I blinked in surprise and stood still there for a moment, unable to speak. But I shook my head briefly to clear the cobwebs and greeted, “Hey, Isabela. Long time no see.”

She giggled and played with her hair, twirling a long, curly bang with her left index finger while flashing me a pearly-white smile. But before she could say anything further, the stodgy old graybeard at the front of the class dismissed the students in front of him to return to their seats and ambled over to the front of the class at the bottom of the stairs.

“Good morning, students,” Professor D greeted politely in his typically loud but quavering voice while scanning the inclined rows. His gaze swept across me, and with an arched eyebrow he added, “Matt, if you would please take your seat.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Professor,” I muttered while quickly folding down the padded theater-style seat and sitting down in a hurry, not bothering to attempt swiveling up the desk itself.

“Thank you,” he replied politely, smiled out at the students, and stated, “Let’s begin.”

Isabela’s hand slid onto my thigh.

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The flirtatious Latina beauty didn’t keep her hand on my thigh the entire class. She also put her hand on my forearm, rubbed my upper arm, silently mimed cooing while caressing my bicep, and walked her fingers down to my knee.

Isabela didn’t say much to me during class, being a model student save for the near-constant physical contact. A couple of times, though, I caught her leaning over me to study my notes, so I actually shifted my notebook a little further to the side so she could more easily copy what I’d written down.

She was smart as well as beautiful: I had to give her that. One time when the Professor asked if anyone could explain the need for low-fidelity prototypes, she was quick to raise her hand into the air and speak concisely about cross-functional collaboration and concept design in addition to the obvious merits of cost and production speed.

So of course I had to go and one-up her by raising my hand when the Professor asked for someone to explain high-fidelity prototypes.

At the end of class, Isabela packed up her bag and followed after me as if she’d been accompanying me out of class all semester.

I wasn’t actively trying to avoid her or anything, so when she asked if I had any plans after class, I replied honestly, “I usually meet Neevie right outside and we get lunch together.”

Indeed, the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was waiting for me right outside. My Head Girlfriend started bouncing straight up to me with a beaming smile and a happy “Matty!” exclamation. But she stopped short of giving me an insanely passionate kiss while wrapping a leg around my waist to dry-hump herself against my leg, instead pulling up in surprise and exclaiming, “Isabela?”

“Hiii, Neevie!” The lovely Latina elbowed me in the ribs before adding, “Long time no see.”

I gave her a lopsided grin and drawled, “That was my line.”

“You don’t own the line,” Isabela laughed, wrapping her arm around my lower back and squeezing me tightly. She then turned her attention to Naimh, letting her eyes rather hungrily run up and down the freckled redhead’s spectacular body. “Seriously, though… Very nice to see you again, Neevie.”

The Irish lass blushed and replied politely, “Good to see you too. I’d forgotten you said you knew Matty from class.”

Isabela smiled. “El mundo es un pañuelo! Basically means: ‘small world’.”

Naimh smiled and started to say something in response, but something past Isabela’s shoulder caught her attention and my girlfriend suddenly gaped her mouth open in surprise.

“Alright, Neevie. How’s it going?” a honey-blonde bombshell greeted in an alluring English accent as she joined our circle.

“Sky!” Neevie exclaimed happily, thrusting both arms out and then wrapping up Skylar in a fierce hug with all the extra enthusiasm she’d NOT given me. “Ha ware ya?”

“Better now, thank you. Had such a crazy-busy October but I’m happy to put that stuff in the rear-view,” Skylar replied before turning to glance at me and the beautiful brunette by my side. “Hullo Matt, and… ah… ah, Isabela, right?”

“Right!” the Latina girl replied in a friendly manner.

“Excellent work on your paper regarding Human-centered Design,” Skylar remarked before shooting me a smile. “You should give Matt here some pointers, because he completely crossed up the section on macro-systems versus micro-systems.”

I blinked. “I did?”

All three girls laughed.

“In any case,” Skylar continued, turning to Naimh. “I wanted to ask if you were free for lunch today.”

“Really?! Yes, totally!” the redhead replied enthusiastically. “We’d love for you to come with.”