The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 23-24

Literotic asexstories – The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 23-24 by bluedragonauthor,bluedragonauthor
— CHAPTER 23: Aikane —

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A stray beam of sunlight woke me up. The curtains had been shut, but there was a half-inch of space between them, and at this very time on this very date, the sun’s rays came through at just the right angle to hit me right in the eyes.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing myself against my lover’s back, my bare chest separated from her skin by only a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed.

Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her dark brown hair mixed with lighter, sun-kissed strands, and I smelled her sweet fragrance. Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. My banana-bent prick automatically nestled into her buttcrack, but as I started hot-dogging her buns, I became quite consciously aware of the hard, unyielding bump that impeded my shaft’s movement.

It’s a butt plug.

That information zapped my brain like a shock of electricity, waking me up a little, but I didn’t immediately get super-excited about it. I knew exactly who I was with and knew exactly when that butt plug had gotten there. I knew she was nowhere near ready to try taking my monster up her still-virgin rear passage. She was still working her way up the increasing sizes of Belle’s plug set, and wearing them at night was one way for her to get comfortable with them.

Besides, there were plenty of other ways for us to have fun this morning together.

All three of us.

For once, I was in bed with two scantily clad teenage girls but NOT between the two of them. I was spooned up behind Lily, yes, but Lily was spooned up behind Belle in such a way that when I extended my arms, I could hold both of my little shorties at the same time.

Both girls were still asleep, so I did what I usually did in such situations: I started fingering the girl in front of me, intent on warming her up without quite waking her but still prepping her pussy for the sudden invasion of my morning wood into her slickened-up snatch.

But I hadn’t actually done so with Lily yet. My horny Hawaiian hottie usually woke up before me on the nights she slept over, eager to please me with an alarm clock BJ. But perhaps being sandwiched between the two most important people in her present life (me and Belle) made her feel extra-comfortable and surrounded with love, and she remained peacefully asleep despite it being a Friday morning when we’d need to get up and get to school sooner than later.

Scratch that. The Sunday before Halloween had been the end of Daylight Savings, which meant that we’d gotten to “fall back” and gain an extra hour of sleep this week. Additionally, that stray beam of sunlight had woken me up well before my alarm clock was set to go off (the electromechanical kind on the nightstand, not the horny Hawaiian girl still wrapped up in my arms). The point is: we actually had a reasonable amount of time before needing to get up and get to school. So I settled in for the long haul, giving myself a goal of taking my time to get Lily to actually have an unconscious orgasm before slotting my big dick into her personal portal to Lani: the Hawaiian heaven, and transporting both of us there.

I failed.

Well, quite obviously neither Lily nor I actually died and went to heaven or anything like that. What I meant was that I didn’t quite manage to get her to have an unconscious orgasm. I got close — really, really close — but after sliding her panties down to her knees and then spending more than ten minutes of foreplay via careful transfer of her body’s internal lubrication out to her externally protruding clit, my cute ku’uipo gasped awake, bucked her pelvis forward to really grind her clit against my hand, and turned to look at me over her shoulder with a wide-eyed expression of sheer terror at not quite knowing what was going on mixed with overwhelming ecstasy as a monster orgasm started to take control of her body.

She also kicked Belle and knocked her bestie off the bed and onto the floor with a shriek of surprise.

But back to Lily for the moment, my shaking and shuddering hoa wahine… well… she was shaking and shuddering. Her hips were doing a horizontal hula all of their own accord, which made for a moving target quite impossible for me to accurately hit. I settled for dropping my right forearm across her pelvis like an iron bar, which trapped my dick in the crevice of her buns so I could at least enjoy the way her hula-shaking heinie humped my hot dog.

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh! Hhhhnnnngggghhhh…” Lily’s last grunt of orgasmic pleasure petered off towards the tail end, accompanied by the complete and utter relaxation of her previously tense body within my arms. But mere moments after that, she suddenly stiffened and grunted one more, “HNGH!” as I got myself lined up and finally rammed my rod deep inside her still-spasming snatch.

“Hey!” Belle squawked as she popped her head back up above the bed’s horizon. “What happened!”

“Sorry…” I groaned, having already started my back-and-forth pumping motions to repeatedly quench the fire burning at the tip of my prick that could seemingly only be satisfied by the deepest depths of Lily’s heavenly pussy. “That was my bad.”

Belle frowned. “You pushed me off the bed?”

“Well no,” I granted. “I was trying to wake up Lily with a morning orgasm and must’ve accidentally made her push you.”

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!” Lily grunted, her eyes rolling around her head like marbles without a single coherent concept of what was going on. My left arm snaked beneath her neck and wrapped around her upper chest so I could palm one of her big tits, and my right arm continued to pin her pelvis as leverage to meet my thrusts. She was helpless to do… anything… at the moment except for endure my deep-dicking, and was clearly still dazed from the force of her first orgasm.

Belle rolled her eyes as she finally climbed back up into bed with us. Shaking a scolding finger at me, she growled, “You’d better make it up to me, buster.”

I waggled my head and mused on that. “Good idea.”

And then I grinned.

Belle’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates and she shrieked in surprise for the second time as I tossed the blankets aside, pulled myself out of Lily, and launched myself over my cute ku’uipo to tackle my impish pixie to the mattress. I made quick work of both her nightie and her panties before pinning her body beneath mine with my massive prick pressing down directly atop her pussy. But I knew better than to try penetrating her ultratight twat without foreplay, so after merely dry-humping her for a few seconds, I quickly slid down her body, parked my face between her spread thighs, and started feasting on my “little sister’s” luscious loins.

“Ohhh… Maaattttyyy…” my Baby Belle moaned.

“Well THAT was kupaianaha…” Lily gasped, still a bit delirious from her ‘surprisingly wonderful’ experience (as the Hawaiian word translated). It took my little lover’s eyes another minute to completely focus, but once they had, she rolled onto her side next to me and Belle and smiled down at us. She reached down to Belle’s cheek, caressing it with her fingertips. “Mmm… Aloha kakahiaka, B.”

“Mm… mm… aloha kakahiaka… Lil,” Belle moaned in reply, flopping her head to the side to look up at her bestie while holding my head to her loins with both hands.

It wasn’t the first time the girls had greeted each other ‘good morning’ in Hawaiian, and I found myself reminded of the way Naimh and I were now doing so in Irish Gaelic.

Lily then turned her attention to me. “And aloha kakahiaka to you too, hoa kāne.”

My mouth was otherwise occupied, so I flashed her a thumbs up in lieu of a verbal response.

The happy Hawaiian girl smiled at both of us and then slid down a little lower so that she could simply tilt her face and meet our mutual lover for a sweet kiss that was every bit as tender as I’d given one of the girls. It was a friendly kiss, no doubt, but there was a LOT of love in their liplock as well. And I noted how Lily took Belle’s hand in both of hers, interlacing their fingers together and giving Belle’s palm a quick squeeze.

My little Annabelle was in seventh heaven getting double-teamed this way by me and Lily. The pair of pixies spent a good amount of time kissing each other good morning before Lily eventually pulled off and started nibbling her way down Belle’s jawline, neck, and chest. Belle cradled her bestie’s head to her bosom when the Hawaiian hottie started suckling on her puffy nipples. And it looked like so much fun that I couldn’t help but kiss my way up Belle’s belly and start suckling on my sexy “little sister’s” other one.

A moment later, Lily looked up at me while still keeping Belle’s pink teat between her lips, her eyes smiling on behalf of her mouth. My own eyes smiled back, and in unison we let go and came together for a sweetly intimate and loving kiss of our own.

And as soon as we pulled back and gazed into each other’s eyes, Lily grinned, caressed my cheek, and glanced back and forth between both me and Belle. “Back home, I could’ve never imagined I’d find a love like this with one person, let alone two. Aloha au iā ‘oe, Matty.”

I smiled in response but didn’t repeat the phrase that translated to ‘I love you’ back to Lily. Not yet.

And then Lily turned to look downward at Belle, adding, “Aloha au iā ʻoe, aikāne.”

****

“Mmmm… Mmmm… Mmmm…” my little lover moaned breathlessly beneath me in sympathetic rhythm with my slow, deliberate thrusts. “Fuck me, Matty… So deep… So big… Make love to me, my hoa kāne. I love it… I love you…”

I had to admit: it was really tempting to repeat the endearment back to Lily. She looked up at me with those adoring eyes, telling me without words that I was the sexiest, most incredible, most desirable man on Planet Earth. The cute coed cooed cutely in my arms and shivered sweetly in satisfaction as I kept steadily pumping her. And I particularly loved the way her lower lip quivered as she came.

A year ago I would’ve told her I loved her without hesitation. I loved having sex, period, and I very much appreciated each individual young woman who chose to share such an intimate part of herself with me. But developing my relationships with Sam, Belle, Naimh, Mari, Alice, Zofi, and Holly had tempered the meaning of the word “love” in my mind. Was I on my way there with lovely Lily? Yes, absolutely. Was I there yet?

Well… maybe.

I was certainly having a lot of fun with her. She was a teenage sexpot little horndog who had just discovered how amazing it could feel to have a big dick plugging up her pussy. She was an excitable college coed with a brand-spanking-new favorite toy and a favorite activity to enjoy that had yet to get old. And her enthusiastic energy was quite infectious. I’d once asked Belle if she was living vicariously through her shorty best friend, remembering the initial excitement of first falling in love. And the truth was: -I- got to enjoy feeling the excitement of falling in love with someone new for the first time.

My cute ku’uipo beamed up at me with bright eyes as we gazed into each other’s very soul, our two bodies enjoined together in intimate harmony. I found myself thinking back over the length and breadth of my relationship with Lily dating back to the first time we’d met just outside the house. I thought about her bubbly demeanor, her initial flirtations, and the coy but nervous look she’d given me when slipping my hand down the front of her shirt. And I thought about her admission of virginity in the backseat of the Escalade.

I’d always liked Lily: that much was obvious. She was energetic and fun and a joy to be around. Always positive, never negative, getting along with everyone, and ever so grateful to be included. She was sweet and sexy and oh so cute, even when she had my dick in her mouth.

Especially when she had my dick in her mouth. She was like a happy little puppy, so eager to please. And now that we had crossed the line from platonic friends to intimate lovers (well, crossed the line from third base to “fourth base”, as Belle had put it), the passion Lily felt for me had only multiplied.

I mean, she’d always been pretty passionate with me: first during our initial flirtations driven by Belle’s never-ending sales pitch, then during her teamwork-oriented oral explorations with the other girls teaching her and supporting her development all the way, and now as she fully embraced being a sexually active young woman enjoying all that the world of carnal intimacy had to offer. But it was that idea of “fully embracing” it all that had really taken flight over the past few weeks.

‘Best day evar’?

Try ‘Best WEEK evar!’

And then ‘Best TWO weeks evar!’ and so on.

“I’m young, I’m naked, I feel beautiful, I just lost my virginity, and I’m in love…” she’d dreamily crooned while undulating herself atop me just last night.

Stuff like that.

Lily and I didn’t quite have sex every day. She was still a first-year college student who actively participated in the Cal Hawai’i Club, did her homework, watched TV, and kept in touch with friends and family back home. I had my own mix of academic and social responsibilities, including three other girlfriends to take care of and “an Eva” to interact with, at least up until Wednesday afternoon’s little blow-up. Naimh was still my Head Girlfriend and spent the majority of overnights with me in my bed. But let’s just say that whether or not it was Lily’s turn to spend the night with me, she still went out of her way to find opportunities to climb into my lap, start up makeout and heavy petting sessions, and nibble on my ear while moaning how much she’d really, really like to feel my thickness filling her up deep inside.

Spoiler alert: my thickness usually filled her up deep inside. Sometimes we were on our own. Sometimes we were with Belle. And sometimes we were with Belle PLUS Sam or Neevie or both.

And then there were a few rare times like right now when we weren’t technically alone, but for all intents and purposes we were the only two human beings in the world.

All I’d had to do was render Belle unconscious.

I’d been reclining against the headboard with Belle skewered on my shaft reverse-cowgirl. Lily had been going down on her best friend’s box, tonguing my Baby Belle’s tasty twat with textbook cunnilingus when I reached down to grab my “little sister’s” legs and yank them back into a full nelson position. And with my feet planted flat to really drive my prick into my impish pixie’s pussy, Lily’s oral attention finally put Belle over the top and sent our mutual lover off into Dreamland.

Lily and I let Belle sleep off her orgasm and moved ourselves into a sedate missionary-style round of lovemaking, my Hawaiian hottie wrapping her legs around mine as I slow-dicked her with long, languid thrusts. We kissed sweetly and took our time, in no hurry to reach the finish line. And as my little lover moaned breathlessly beneath me in sympathetic rhythm with my slow, deliberate thrusts, I found myself thinking back over the length and breadth of my relationship with Lily dating back to the first time we’d met just outside the house.

Lily, on the other hand, seemed a little less focused on me. Five seconds ago she’d crooned for me, her hoa kāne, to make love to her. But while I’d paused and considered whether or not I was ready to return the endearment, she’d turned her head to the side to gaze rather fondly across the bed at her slumbering best friend.

And then she mumbled again, “Aloha au iā ʻoe, aikāne.”

Bending downward, I nuzzled the tip of my nose against Lily’s cheek while she continued to gaze at Belle. And I murmured curiously, “The word aikane means ‘friend’, right? But there’s a richness of emotion in the way you’re saying it that seems to be a little more, especially when combined with the phrase for ‘I love you’.”

Lily blushed and turned her attention back to me. She kissed me quickly and said, “You of all people should understand it’s possible to love more than one person at the same time.”

I smiled warmly. “Of course I do, and makes perfect sense to me that your feelings for Belle are growing as much as – if not more than – your feelings for me. I was just curious about your use of the term aikane instead of hoa pili for ‘best friend’ or even hoa wahine for ‘girlfriend’. If you really love her, wouldn’t hoa wahine be more appropriate? At least as appropriate as you calling me hoa kāne for ‘boyfriend’.”

“That IS why I’m calling her aikāne. It doesn’t only mean ‘friend’.”

I blinked in surprise. “It doesn’t?”

Lily blushed again. “If you break down the word, ai means ‘to have sexual intercourse’ and kāne you already know means ‘man’. Combined, aikāne means ‘to have sexual intercourse with a man’, and it was used specifically as a term for men having male lovers. Culturally, though, it was used for both male-male AND female-female gay relationships as there was no separate word for ‘lesbian’. So really, the term aikāne means ‘same-sex lover’ and not just ‘friend’.”

I blinked twice. “I didn’t know that.”

Lily turned her gaze back to Belle’s sleeping form. “I’d never even thought of being gay before. That’s not to say there aren’t any gay people anywhere in Hawaii – homosexuality and gender-fluidity have always been culturally acceptable. Māhū were considered a respected third gender for people who had a dual male and female spirit, and had special roles in traditional society. And it was only during colonial times that haole foreigners chose to translate the term aikāne into English as ‘friend’, omitting the additional meaning of ‘same-sex lover’.”

“Wow.” My jaw dropped slightly open. “I feel like I’ve been using aikane all wrong this entire time.”

“Don’t feel bad,” Lily said gently while returning her attention to me. “It’s a perfectly acceptable modern word for ‘friend’, although it’s more literally ‘a person whose company one enjoys’.”

“Now THAT definition sounds more like how you’re applying it to Belle.”

“Oh, B and I definitely ‘enjoy each other’s company’.” Lily giggled, which did wonderful things to her inner muscles still surrounding my shaft. She then smiled up at me, actively clenching her cunt around my cock while adding, “And I definitely enjoy your company as well.”

“I enjoy your company, too,” I replied warmly.

“Anyways, Hawaiian intimate relationships have always been quite culturally different from the western concept of monogamous heterosexual love. Punalua was a practice of polygamy where multiple brothers of one family were married to multiple sisters of another family, and all shared children and parenthood together. People weren’t straight or gay or even bisexual: they simply had relationships with people. It was common throughout Hawaiian history for great chiefs to have aikāne, including King Kamehameha. The goddess Hi’iaka had a female lover Hōpoe as her aikāne. And I’ve two cousins and an auntie who are gay.”

I raised my eyebrows and repeated, “Wow.”

Lily blushed again and momentarily glanced at Belle. “I’ve long thought of certain girls as sexy and beautiful – my first thought when I met Eva was that she was a total smokeshow. And I’ve told you from the very beginning that it never bothered me, knowing that Belle and Sam and the other girls all played with each other.”

I smiled and led her, “I smell a ‘but’ coming…”

“But I just… I never thought that -I- might end up falling in love with another girl, you know? I know for sure that I love guys. I’m in love with you, Matty, and some days I wish I could stay here like this with you forever.” Lily sighed and hugged me, crushing my chest down against her big tits and then stroking my spine before caressing my ass. “But then there are some days when I’m in almost this same position with Belle, our legs scissored together while we cuddle in each other’s arms, lightly kissing or even just rubbing our lips against each other’s side-to-side.”

I smiled but kept my lips puckered as Lily demonstrated by rubbing her lips against mine.

“I get the same kind of feeling when I’m with her as I do when I’m with you,” she stated, at first with a touch of uncertainty in her eyes. But when I simply continued smiling at her warmly, she relaxed and added, “I’m in love with her too, as much as I’m in love with you. Maybe even more, to be perfectly honest. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize for your feelings,” I told her gently.

“I think it’s the time we’ve spent together. She might be your quote-unquote ‘little sister’, but she’s been like my big sister. She’s just so confident and bold and brave and sexy and she’s… she’s amazing.”

“I think so too.”

“You’re always juggling your relationships with me, with Belle, with Sam, Neevie, and Eva. So when you’re with one or more of the others, that leaves Belle and me alone with all the time in the world to grow our relationship.”

“Makes perfect sense.”

“My favorite of course is when the TWO of you are sandwiching me together,” Lily said with a giggle. “It’s the best of both worlds. Am I greedy for wishing the three of us could stay like this: together for the rest of our lives?”

I grinned and pecked her. “Not at all. If the three of us DID stay together forever, I would truly be a lucky man.”

Lily’s eyes sizzled. “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that… just as soon as she wakes up.”

I read a slight note of impatience in Lily’s eyes, as if she was thinking about reaching over and jostling her shorty best friend awake.

Correction: jostling her dear aikāne awake.

“Let her rest,” I told Lily gently. “I woke you both up really early this morning.”

“Nahhh, she’ll love this part,” Lily muttered before reaching over to rub Belle’s shoulder. “Hey B… Hey B! Wake up, Belle!”

“Nnngggrrrhhh?” the strawberry-blonde beauty rolled onto her back and slowly blinked her eyes.

“C’mon B, wake up,” Lily continued. “Matty’s gonna spurt in my pussy real soon and leave you a big creampie. You can slurp it out while I suck him back hard so he can fuck us both. I wanna do that thing where you and I are stacked face-to-face and he switches back and forth between us before we have to get up and go to school, okay?”

Belle’s eyes had flown open at the word ‘creampie’, and she started grinning her wolfish grin of carnal hunger.

I smirked and started pumping again, enjoying the exquisite feel of Lily’s personal portal to heaven.

“One big creampie, coming up.”

****

I did leave Belle a big creampie deep within Lily’s soaking wet snatch. I left it so deep, in fact, that it actually took a long while for my creamy cum to start trickling out. It took such a long time, that after flooding Lily’s sweet pussy with grunts and groans of exquisite relief and such overwhelming pleasure that I felt like I wouldn’t be able to catch my breath until sophomore year, I actually WAS able to not only catch my breath, but also sit up, lean over, and gawk at Lily’s red-worn labia all stretched open and STILL not yet leaking pearly jizz. And Belle started grumping that Lily might as well have let her sleep in until the creampie was ready.

Finally, Belle stopped waiting and simply sealed her mouth over her bestie’s wet box and started vacuuming out whatever she could get. And from the way she started to moan in ravenous delight, I figured she’d finally started tasting what she’d been searching for.

So anyways, that was Friday morning. I got up, went to class, and then came home for lunchtime.

Eva, still, did not.

But no matter. I played some video games, did some homework, and then Belle, Lily, and Naimh all came home. I mean, I knew that my house still technically wasn’t Lily’s “home”, but she certainly spent more waking hours underneath my rooftop than she did Mrs. Morris’s, you know?

We hung out together, I started up the barbecue, and gave extended edition backrubs to my three girlfriends who were present and accounted for. None of us really expected Eva to come over, and I definitely thought about walking three doors down to ask her to come over, but the part of me that seemed to sense what a girl needed told me to let Eva work things out in her own time. She’d always returned to us eventually of her own accord, and Lily at least knew for a fact that she was still healthy and alive and no danger to herself or anything crazy like that.

And Eva wasn’t the only BTC member absent. Sam had called to say she was studying with her Debate Team this evening, which wasn’t such a big deal, right? She’d done that a couple of times already this school year, although since she’d also skipped last Friday night, this would make it two Fridays in a row.

Whatever. No big deal. Even if she arrived late, Sam always came home at the end of the night, in time to join in on the group sex part of the evening. Friday nights were “BTC Nights” after all. Well, actually, full disclosure: Sam didn’t arrive in time to join in on the group sex last Friday. But she DID make it up to me the next day. The girls cleared out and let me take Sam out on a one-on-one date, the first in what felt like forever. My Aphrodite and I made love (twice) before falling asleep in each other’s arms for a classic “Sam Saturday”, and for a little while, it felt just like old times.

But then she didn’t come home at all on Tuesday. Not a big deal, really. The rest of The BTC (including Eva) and I had gone to the Halloween party together and then returned home to have some fun costume sex (not including Eva). I mean, it wasn’t like I was sitting around and twiddling my thumbs while waiting for Sam or anything. My ex-Head Girlfriend had called me near midnight to say she was crashing overnight on Adeline’s couch, wanting to hear in my voice that I didn’t mind.

“Of course I don’t mind,” I’d assured her. “It’s a Tuesday, so it’s not like you’d be spending the night with me anyways. I still think you’d be more comfortable in your own bed, but then I don’t want you walking alone around Berkeley streets this late at night, either. Come to think of it, I’d be happy to drive out and pick you up.”

“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” Sam told me with a weary sigh. “Adeline’s got a spare contacts case, and I can borrow some of her clothes tomorrow for school.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I agreed.

“I’ll make it up to you: I promise.”

“There’s nothing to make up.”

“But I promised I’d always come home to you at the end of the night.”

“And I promised I’d wait for you however long it takes. If it really bothers you, I’ll happily drive out to pick you up right now. But I also don’t want you stressing out over me. I’ll love you forever. One night crashing with a friend while I’ve got three other girls waiting for me in my bed is nothing for you to feel guilty about.”

“You really mean that?”

“I love you, and I really mean that.”

“I love you too, Matty. I don’t deserve you.”

“Sure you do. And if it’ll make you feel better, just promise me you’ll find time to come home and let me kiss you tomorrow.”

“I promise I’ll find time to come home and let Master play with Tight-Arse Slut tomorrow.”

“Oh, hello. Well if that’s gonna be your idea of making it up to me, I think you should stay out more often.”

Sam giggled. “Seriously, I love you, Matty.”

“I love you, too.”

She did make it up to me the next day (Wednesday), which was lots of fun and a welcome distraction from the angst I’d felt over Eva storming out on me that very same afternoon, insisting that we were done.

But then on Thursday night, Sam crashed at Adeline’s again.

Unfortunately, that call hadn’t come with a promise to let ‘Tight-Arse Slut’ make it up to me the next day.

But that was okay. It wasn’t like I needed the ‘Tight-Arse Slut’ makeup time. My love for Sam was unconditional. I’d promised I’d wait for her forever, and I meant that from the bottom of my heart.

So now it was Friday night again.

And Sam didn’t come home in time for group sex tonight… again.

Don’t get me wrong: with three adoring girlfriends in Naimh, Belle, and Lily all quite eager to take advantage of the overall reduction in numbers to get a little more attention from me than normal, I was more than kept satisfied. Ninety-nine-point-nine-nine percent of guys in Berkeley would’ve loved to trade places with me for a night. Nubile nymphomaniac coeds didn’t exactly grow on trees, you know? So I really had nothing to complain about.

Still, at the end of the evening when the four of us cleaned up and fell into my big king-size bed together with Belle on the end, Lily on my left side, and Naimh on my right, my sweet Irish redhead took note of my faraway look and rubbed my chest while giving me a sympathetic look.

“You know Sam loves you, right?” Naimh reassured me. “She may be crazy busy right now, but you’re still the man of her dreams and the only man she’ll ever truly love.”

“I know it,” I stated with a deep breath, nodding slowly. “I know it.”

Naimh smiled again and pecked my cheek.

Still, I repeated one more time, “I know it.”

****

“Are we there yet?” Belle whined from the middle row of my minivan, an unusual place for her to be. Back in high school, she’d always sat up front to ride shotgun beside me whenever it was just the two of us, and sometimes three or four. Or, if we had the entire BTC together, she’d sit in the last row where her shorter stature meant she could still be comfortable despite the lack of significant leg room.

But today there were only four of us.

Sam, not unexpectedly, couldn’t join us today. She was on the Debate Team and they had a… a “competition”?… a “meet”?… a… whatever. She couldn’t make it. Naimh had also invited Skylar to join us, and promised that the trip would include a beach (sorta), but Skylar unfortunately couldn’t make it either. And Lily had asked Eva to take her head out of the sand and come rejoin us as well, but no such luck.

Bottom line: my Head Girlfriend Naimh sat up front beside me, Belle and Lily got to share the middle row, and nobody else was in the van.

“Look out the window,” Naimh drawled while gesturing off to the right. We were headed eastbound on the Bay Bridge’s lower deck, with a low concrete ceiling above us and nothing but water under the bridge surface beneath our tires. “Do you see the San Francisco Bay?”

Belle didn’t reply out loud to the rhetorical question, but through the rear-view mirror I could see her roll her eyes and make a face.

Naimh answered her own question anyway. “Yes? You do? Then we’re not there yet.”

Lily snickered and hugged her aikāne.

I glanced at my Head Girlfriend and smirked at her. We really weren’t that far away, having left the worst of San Francisco city traffic behind as the ambient speed of the vehicles around us started to pick up. Soon we would get off the bridge, turn north towards Berkeley, and be home within the next fifteen minutes. Belle was just cranky after a long day on her feet, especially since her shorter legs meant she’d had to take X number of steps more than I did.

Don’t tell Belle I said that.

The day trip had been Naimh’s idea, because my Head Girlfriend always had the best ideas. She got us tickets for the Angel Island ferry, the four of us starting things off by grabbing food from the many eclectic vendors housed in the San Francisco Ferry Building itself. Belle got crêpes. Lily and Naimh got sushi. And I’d gotten empanadas for myself but didn’t really enjoy them, unfortunately, commenting that I should’ve gone for the oysters instead. After lunch, we enjoyed a scenic cruise across the bay from the top deck of a state-of-the-art catamaran named the M.V. Del Norte.

On Angel Island itself, we checked out the old Immigration Station used for processing hundreds of thousands of foreign immigrants, mostly from China, in the early 1900s. We also visited the museum and checked out a number of World War II bunkers and facilities.

The mid-day air was cool in the low-60s, perfect for hiking on a partly cloudy San Francisco Bay day. There was plenty of shade from native oak, bay, and madrone trees, along with eucalyptus, Monterey pine, and a wide assortment of other flora. We were all dressed in pants and long-sleeved shirts or sweaters. I wore zip-off convertible hiking pants that Belle said made me look like a dork and a wide-brimmed sun hat. Naimh wore the kind of country clothes she said she’d worn for long hikes in Ireland, with dark gray waterproof pants, a hunter green fleece zip-up jacket, and a cute beanie with her copper-red hair braided into twin pigtails. Lily was bundled up against the “freezing weather” as she put it with an orange ski parka. And Belle had dressed for attention in skintight black yoga pants, a tight gray turtleneck that showed off her slim figure with top-heavy tits, and the same lopsided black French beret she’d worn for the Muir Beach trip.

We did take quite a few sexy photos of the girls, and Lily did have a cute sweater on beneath her ski parka.

The four of us spent a couple of hours hiking the North Ridge and Sunset Trail loop, taking in the views in the crisp November air. We saw several deer on the hillsides and harbor seals were sunning themselves on the rocks down by the coast. For the most part we spent the day as two couples, although Belle and Lily took turns holding my hand as well.

All in all it was an enjoyable trip, and we spent a lot of time together in amiable conversation. The four of us by now truly felt like “the core” of The BTC, what with Sam’s frequent absences and Eva’s disappearing act. I rather enjoyed the lack of drama with this particular crew, and in a way I even appreciated having only three girls to worry about once again. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t have chosen to exclude Sam or Eva (or even Skylar) for any reason whatsoever.

But it was just… easier… to make sure three girls were each getting enough of my individual attention than it was to do the same for five or six or even seven, you know? So maybe it was a good thing Sam, Eva, and Skylar couldn’t be joining us for the trip.

Still, we covered five miles of hiking and nearly eight hundred feet of elevation gain in addition to playing tourist around the historical sites. All in all we spent more than three hours on the island, the majority of that time on our feet. No wonder Belle was a little cranky on the drive home. It was understandable that she’d want to get into the house, take off her sweaty hiking clothes, and just flop down onto her bed or something.

I could relate because I also wanted to get home ASAP.

It was still a Saturday, you see.

Sam Saturday.

While it sometimes felt like I never got to see my Aphrodite anymore, last week’s “Sam Saturday” one-on-one had done wonders for soothing my soul. I’d booked us a reservation for tonight at Chez Panisse, a very popular place considered one of the best restaurants in America, not just Berkeley. I didn’t have any firm plans beyond having a nice dinner together, as I was more interested in the company than in seeing the sights. If I had my way, I’d simply take Sam up into the Berkeley hills where the two of us could be alone, have a nice conversation to catch up on everything we’d missed in each other’s lives this past week, and look out over the city lights.

With Sam having spent both Tuesday and Thursday nights out of the house, I hadn’t even gotten to kiss her in the morning over “brekkie”, and well… I missed her, you know?

Upon arrival at the house, I drove the minivan all the way forward down the tandem driveway. Sam’s Escalade wasn’t there, so I knew we’d beaten her home. Still, I knew she was due to return home soon after her Debate… Tournament! That was what they called them: tournaments. And sure enough, I was just locking up the minivan when my cell phone rang.

“Sam! Hey!” I greeted excitedly. “Coming home now? Wait, what?”

Belle and Lily had already gone into the house first, but Naimh was waiting for me to lock up. She was standing on the concrete pavers between the driveway and the front porch, and looked back at me with alarm at the sudden change in my voice from excited to… well… less than excited.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure, it’s fine. No big deal. I’m really happy your tournament went well. Seriously, I couldn’t be prouder of you. I knew you’d do great. I mean, you knew that -I- knew that you’d do great. And it totally makes sense that your team would want to celebrate together. Uh-huh.”

Naimh now started walking back to me.

“What are you talking about? Of course I’ll want to wait up for you. No, no, of course I’m not upset. Not in the slightest. I’m proud of you and your accomplishments. I’m well-taken care of; you know that. Neevie’s here with me right now.”

My redheaded Head Girlfriend wrapped me up in a fierce hug. I didn’t look at her just yet though, not wanting to see the expression of concern on her face. I was fine. Totally fine. I was smiling, nodding and smiling, while staring off at nothing across the street. I wanted to make sure Sam could hear the enthusiasm in my voice.

“I told you I’ll love you forever, and I really meant forever. I’ll admit right now though that I really want you to come to my room tonight at least, though, alright? Yes, totally. No matter how late it is… Hahaha. I’m gonna hold you to that promise! Right? Great. Yeah-yeah, sure, you gotta go. I love you, Sam. Really. I love you so much. Mmm-kay. Yeah. Uh-huh. B-bye.”

The line went dead, and I slowly lowered my hand, still clutching the cell phone.

Naimh’s hug tightened. I felt the warm reassurance of her arms.

All of a sudden I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

And a few tears started rolling down my cheeks.

****

It wasn’t a big deal. Really, it wasn’t a big deal. There were only a few tears, and no sniffling, so really it wasn’t a big deal. Naimh kept squeezing me as if it WAS a big deal, so I chuckled and told her I couldn’t breathe. Then I wiped away the stray droplets from my cheeks, took my Head Girlfriend by the hand, and led her inside.

I could hear Belle and Lily giggling together upstairs, no doubt intent on changing out of their sweaty hiking clothes and then taking a shower together.

Naimh seemed like-minded, because she tugged me by the hand into her room, took off her fleece jacket, unbuttoned her hiking shirt, and then unsnapped her bra. In less than a minute, the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen stood before me completely topless with her proud and firm freckled breasts on full display while still wearing her waterproof pants. Grinning, my beautiful Irish girlfriend played with her copper-red braided pigtails sticking out from beneath her beanie, in no hurry whatsoever to continue undressing.

I smirked at her freckled tits and then glanced up at her pretty face. “You’re trying to cheer me up with your tits.”

“Is it working?”

“There’s no need to cheer me up,” I told her dismissively. “I’m perfectly fine.”

“You’re not s’pose to lie, Matty. May you never steal, lie, or cheat. But if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows. And if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life. And if you must cheat, then please cheat death, because I couldn’t live a day without you.”

“That’s really pretty,” I remarked. “Irish proverb of some kind?”

“Irish wedding vow, actually. But seriously, Matty. You’re not ‘fine’, and I have the proof.”

“What proof?”

“You’re starin’ at me nekkid tits but you still have all your clothes on.”

I chuckled and sighed, shaking my head. “Okay maybe I’m a little disappointed Sam’s not coming home tonight. I was looking forward to our date.”

“I know you were. It’s okay to be disappointed. But come now, luv. Let’s get you out of those sweaty clothes and lemme cheer you up.”

With that, my amazing Head Girlfriend stepped into my personal space and started fiddling with my pants, not waiting any longer for me to undress myself. She even grabbed my wrists and planted my palms straight on her bare boobies, which of course brought another smile to my face: evidently all she really wanted. And within another minute, she had me stripped down naked.