The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 25-26

Literotic asexstories – The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 25-26 by bluedragonauthor,bluedragonauthor
THE BIG TITS CLUB 2.0

by bluedragon

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— CHAPTER 25: Confidante —

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“I’m saying I wanna marry you.”

As her words hung in the air between us, Belle stared at me with wet eyes, looking absolutely crestfallen in the firm belief that what she so desperately wanted would never ever come true.

Her expression was that of a girl who wanted to believe all her dreams could still become reality despite what was happening in plain sight, like a third-grader who’d just snuck downstairs in the middle of the night on Christmas Eve hoping to see Santa, only to witness her parents setting out the presents before taking a bite of the cookies she’d left out, or a baseball fan who had just seen the potential game-winning homerun drop harmlessly into the opposing team’s centerfielder’s glove at the warning track off in the deepest reaches of the outfield for the final out in the bottom of the ninth of the World Series.

Sniffling as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, Belle turned to look away from me with her lips pursed into a tiny space the size of a penny, trying desperately not to lose her shit. In her Catholic schoolgirl outfit with the pigtails and black choker with the crucifix, she looked somehow even younger than she really was. And I found myself recalling quite distinctly the way she’d looked back in junior high the night she’d learned her mom had passed away.

Trying desperately to believe it wasn’t true.

I did the same thing now as I’d done back then. I collected my precious Annabelle in my arms, picked her up into my lap, and cuddled her much smaller body against my chest.

The dam burst, and Belle’s sniffles turned into full-blown sobs as she buried her face into the crook of my neck and bawled her pretty little heart out.

One minute passed…

And then two…

And then three…

Twice, she started to go quiet and calm down from her wracking sobs.

Twice, all she’d really done was hold her breath and tense herself up until she couldn’t hold her breath anymore, and then she’d break down into wracking sobs again.

Meanwhile, I held my Baby Belle in my arms and squeezed her, rocked her, and repeated over and over and over again, “I love you, Annabelle… I love you… I’ve loved you since we were little kids, and I’ll love you forever. I’ll always love you… Because you’re my Annabelle… You’ll be my Annabelle forever.”

I lost track of time after that. All I know is that I kept rocking her and hugging her and repeating to her how much I loved her and would always love her forever. And at some point she must’ve calmed down because she let out a deep sigh and then finally uncurled herself from the little ball in my lap.

She’d worn black mascara to enhance her “naughty little Catholic schoolgirl” look, but that mascara now left black streaks that ran down and mixed with the rose blush she’d put on her cheeks. My pajama shirt was pretty stained as well. The dark raccoon eyes made the electric fire in her pale-green irises all the brighter as she stared at me from inches away, making clear that she no longer felt despondent in abject misery, but rather felt the kind of stubborn defiance I’d seen in her before.

Her sudden shift in attitude reminded me of the time immediately after her attempted R-word, when she’d switched from being meekly apologetic to unapologetically righteous, insisting she hadn’t actually done anything wrong. And I immediately put my guard up.

“What happened to us?” Belle asked rather coldly, her tone bitter. “What happened to you and me?”

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

“That’s the point,” she stated accusingly. “You used to always know what I was talking about. You used to get me. But it’s clear right now that you have no idea what’s wrong.”

I sighed and gave Belle a stern look. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I know what’s wrong.”

“Oh, really…” she drawled doubtfully.

I took a deep breath and sighed again. “You still want to be my favorite. You’ve always wanted to be my favorite. You’re asking right now, ‘What happened to us?’ because you’re looking back at the way we were back in junior high: Matty and Annabelle, playing house and raising themselves because Mother was never around and your dad was too busy with work to supervise us. You’ve seen us puttering around the kitchen together on autopilot all these years and cuddling together on the couch with your head on my chest after school, and you imagined that was what our life together would be like after we got married and bought a house of our own. Hell, you probably even thought we might just take over your house when your dad retired and moved into a Miami Beach condo and we’d raise our family between the same four walls you’d grown up in.”

Belle blinked in surprise and sat up a little straighter in my lap. Her mouth gaped open, but no actual words came out.

“That was your dream,” I confirmed. “It was our dream.”

Belle’s expression turned crestfallen again as she mumbled, “But it’s not your dream anymore.”

I exhaled slowly and stroked her spine. “Things never turn out exactly the way we planned.”

“You don’t want to marry me: simple as that.”

“I’m a nineteen-year-old college freshman. I’m not ready to marry anyone.”

“But if someone put a gun to your head and forced you to choose someone to marry tomorrow, you wouldn’t choose me.”

“I’m not going to play hypothetical games about people with guns that have no bearing on the current situation.”

“But you wouldn’t choose me,” Belle muttered bitterly. “Not with better options like Sam and Neevie around. You like me better as a lifelong ‘little sister’ who has pledged herself to be yours and only yours for the rest of her life without the bonds of matrimony. C’mon, Matty: admit it. You want to keep me by your side for the rest of our lives, but not at the expense of losing one of the others. So you keep me in your back pocket as the ‘little sister’ sure thing while you focus your romantic pursuit on one of the taller, prettier bombshell babes. You need to keep that carrot available, the possibility of eventually becoming your lawfully wedded wife, in order to keep having them bend over and invite you to sodomize the shit outta them at your slightest whim. And if you ever made me your favorite again, you’d risk losing them.”

“B…”

“You’re never gonna marry me. Even though -I- want to marry you.

“It’s not that I don’t–”

“You know I can’t live without you. Mari warned you I’d turn suicidal if I couldn’t be next to you. Maybe she’s right. You’ve been by my side for as long as I can remember. I’m serious: my very first memories from the time I was like… three… were of playing on the living room floor with you. My entire universe has always had you in it, and I refuse to continue living on Planet Earth without you!”

I blinked and pulled my head back, somewhat alarmed at the almost manic desperation in Belle’s voice. “If you’re really serious about being suicidal, we need to start taking steps to get you professional help like now.”

Belle pursed her lips and huffed, looking away from me. “Okay that came out a little more unhinged than I’d intended.”

“Unhinged, but true?”

“I wouldn’t…” she paused and took a deep breath, looking defensive. “I’m not suicidal. I wouldn’t actually kill myself or anything. But I very much can’t imagine my world without you in it. You’re my anchor. You’re my home. Given a choice between moving away from you and trying to find a lifelong partnership with someone else, or remaining by your side as your horny ‘little sister’ only too eager to slurp your creampies out of other hot babes… I choose ‘little sister’.”

“Even though deep down you still want to marry me.”

Belle sighed, that crestfallen expression returning to her face. “It’s still my dream.”

“That dream could still come true,” I pointed out. “I’m a long ways off from getting married.”

Belle’s eyes narrowed. “Is that your plan? To string me along for the next decade or so, remaining unmarried so I can cling to my impossible dream while you romance other girls?”

“B…”

“Doesn’t matter. It could never happen the way I imagined anyways,” Belle muttered while shaking her head. “It’s not just you and me in my dad’s house anymore. This is The BTC now, and you’ve got four other girls in your life I have to compete with.”

“‘Compete with’?” I queried, narrowing my eyes. “Whatever happened to, ‘This is The BTC: We share without jealousy or greed’?”

“We’re girls. Everything’s a competition, even when we say it isn’t,” Belle stated flatly. “We ALL get jealous. We ALL get greedy. We ARE best friends though, which means we DO feel guilty for getting jealous and greedy. And even now I’m feeling guilty for wanting so desperately to marry you when I know I shouldn’t.”

“It’s not that you shouldn’t,” I disagreed. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to marry me. Sam’s said she wants to marry me someday. Neevie’s said the same thing. Do you get upset with either of them for wanting that?”

“Neither of them has pledged to be your ‘little sister’ and not compete with them for the title.”

“So tell Sam and Neevie the truth. Tell them that you still dream of marrying me someday.”

“I can’t do that!”

“Why not? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“Because that’ll make the competition even worse. Do YOU want all of us smiling to each other’s faces while secretly undermining the others’ chances of ultimately winning your heart?”

I made a face at that question, but turned it around on her. “Is THAT what you’ve been doing all this time? Smiling to Sam’s and Neevie’s faces… even Lily’s… while secretly undermining them so you might ultimately win my heart?”

“No, of course not.”

“Intro to Psychology.” I tapped the tip of my nose.

“Matty, I’m serious.”

“So am I. You’ve gotta admit, out of everyone in The BTC, you’re the one who’s displayed the most two-faced nature.”

“You still don’t trust me.”

“Trust comes with honesty B. You just told me that there’s jealousy and greed lurking within The BTC. And while I believe you when you say the other girls sometimes feel the same, you’re the one that puts a lid on those feelings and denies them right up until the moment they boil over.”

I gestured at her ruined makeup as demonstration.

“This thing we’re doing? The five of us? It works best if we’re up front with our feelings. They say sunlight is the best disinfectant, and if you really want to marry me, you need to be honest about that with the other girls. At the least, I think it’s time you stopped pretending you’d be alright with being my eternal ‘little sister’ and admitted you want to be a girlfriend just as much as anyone else, if not THE Head Girlfriend.”

Belle waved dismissively. “I don’t give two shits about the title. Neevie’s welcome to it. All I ever wanted was your love.”

“You have my love. It’s my trust we’re still working on. And that starts with being completely honest with me.”

“You want honesty? Fine. Here’s the honest truth: I’m a pint-sized little pixie standing next to tall, big-titted, more beautiful Amazons who can take your big dick up their asses without any lube. Even Lily can just sit her cunt down on your monster without breaking a sweat. I’m an insecure teenage girl whose mom died, whose dad spent all his time working, and whose only sense of normalcy came from my best friend who’s now gone – who by the way ALSO had a body-built-for-sex that could outdo anything I was capable of – and the boy-next-door-slash-big-brother-slash-lover who was always there for me whenever I needed him, always gave me a hug whenever I needed him, and always listened to every word I ever wanted to say to him while letting me pillow my head on his chest.”

I didn’t have to ask where Belle was able to breathe in all that, because she actually stopped and huffed and puffed for a second, with her pale-green eyes flaring bright and her jaw set in determination.

“The only thing that kept me going was my dream of Happily Ever After with the boy-next-door who would continue to love me forever, would take care of me and protect me and give the kind of intact nuclear family that I never got to have. Now as I got older, I started thinking that maybe my dream was nothing more than the wishful thinking of a lost little girl who felt like she’d been orphaned at a young age. When I saw that the boy whom I’d expected to be my One True Love, my ‘Ride or Die’, start falling in love with the taller, bustier, more beautiful Amazons I couldn’t compete with, I thought that maybe my ultimate destiny could be with someone else. And I even thought that if I could rather conveniently fall in love with another girl, I could find the kind of lifelong partnership I needed while simultaneously sharing my undying love with you.”

“But you couldn’t.”

The shine in Belle’s eyes dulled, and she shook her head while swallowing thickly. “I couldn’t.”

“Just because you looked at your relationship with Lily and decided you weren’t built to love her that way?”

Belle shook her head again. “Examining my relationship with Lily was the trigger, not the root problem. The root problem is that the man I love is in love with other girls. The paradox is that those other girls he’s in love with are the same best friends I grew up with – the friends who’ve always had my back, always supported me, and were the role model idols I always looked up to. It means that it would be impossible for me to ever truly betray them by trying to take you away from them. So even though in the deepest depths of my heart I know I want to marry you… I’ll settle for whatever I can get. If that means being your lifelong ‘little sister’, then so be it. I’ll take it. Better than not being in your life.”

“Even if that means living a life less than completely fulfilled.”

Belle shrugged, looking more bitter about it than anything else as she muttered, “You wanted honesty. That’s the honest truth.”

“The truth is heartbreaking.”

Belle snorted. “You wanna know an even worse truth?”

I blinked. “What’s that?”

“My position is not unique. Sam, Neevie, maybe even Lily and Eva: we ALL want the same thing.”

Belle shook her head sadly, and for a moment, it looked like she almost pitied me.

“The truth IS heartbreaking,” she finished. “And in the end, you’re gonna have to break somebody’s heart.”

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Belle went into the bathroom to clean herself up and reapply her makeup while I went into my room to change into school clothes. Belle also changed into regular clothes instead of her slutty Catholic schoolgirl getup, and we walked hand-in-hand onto campus.

When it was time to separate, she still gave me a sweet kiss, but it was a kiss of tragic longing rather than koala-bear sexual heat. I went off to my class and she went off to hers.

Mondays and Wednesdays, I always ate lunch off of Hearst Ave. with Naimh. Friday lunchtimes had recently been gaming + food time with Eva. But Tuesdays and Thursdays, I usually ate alone because my morning class ran through a normal lunchtime. Today was no different, and given that I was feeling in the mood for some comfort food, I stopped by Bongo Burger to pick up a “Persian Burger” sandwich.

There were no available seats inside the store, so I went back out onto the street and walked a hundred yards to the next street intersection, opting to just sit down on the stairs of the Garden Court apartments to eat my sandwich.

I was halfway through my meal when a familiar voice asked curiously, “Matty?”

Skylar stood on the sidewalk, dressed in a gray suit and smiling down at me with one hand on the strap of her shoulder bag.

“Hey–” I began instinctively before clamping my lips together since I still had food in my mouth. I swallowed quickly, pursed my lips, and belatedly used my napkin to wipe a glob of tahini sauce off my lower lip before giving her an apologetic look and stating more clearly, “Hey, Skylar. Good to see you.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and gave me a quizzical look. “Not your typical lunch spot, is it? Are you in a hurry to rush off somewhere?”

“Ah, no rush; my next class is in about an hour.” I shrugged and added, “Most days, I’d simply walk back to campus with my lunch and find a shady spot to sit down and eat. But today I was too hungry to wait.”

“I see. Well, you know my flat is right down the way and far more comfortable than where you’re sitting. Come on then. Spit-spot!” She waved her arm and started backing up, clearly gesturing for me to follow her.

I blinked and stood up, throwing my bag strap over one shoulder while hurriedly tucking my sandwich into its wrap. The beautiful blonde took two steps backwards while I gathered up my things, flashed me a winning smile, and then spun around to face forward and walked down the sidewalk in front of me. Although Skylar wasn’t dressed for maximum sex appeal, no outfit could completely hide her curves. And the way her bubble butt filled out the back of her skirt, I immediately thought of the song lyrics, // I hate to see you go / but I love to watch you walk away.

That’s when Skylar glanced back at me over her shoulder and caught my gaze fixated on her ass. I jerked my head up to look her in the eyes, but she smirked and shook her head.

Busted.

I knew I’d built my reputation with Skylar on NOT ogling her like a piece of meat, so I mentally chastised myself for doing so. But if she minded me staring at her ass, she didn’t show it.

Instead, Skylar flashed me that winning smile again that told me she was in a good mood, and as I caught up to walk alongside her, we engaged in idle chit-chat the whole way to her apartment. I asked her about her classes. She asked about mine. She said she was familiar with Professor Colquitt of my Archaeology of the Roman World class (to fulfill my Historical Studies breadth requirement) and advised me to never let him know I was an Engineering student. Rumor was that the man had been rejected from admission to an Engineering program in his youth and wound up learning Architecture instead, and forever held a personal grudge against anyone affiliated with Engineering.

When we arrived at her apartment, Skylar fit her key to the lock, braced her foot against the base, and then put her right shoulder into the door to get it unstuck and open up. These old apartments were notorious for that sort of thing. When we went inside, she pointed me to the small two-person dining table and excused herself to go change into something more comfortable. I finished another quarter of my sandwich by the time she emerged, clad in simple sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Skylar immediately frowned as she walked into her apartment’s small kitchen. “Something funny?”

I still had food in my mouth, and before I could reply I accidentally started choking. My eyes bulged out and I had to hammer my own chest with my right fist, trying desperately to dislodge the piece of meat that had gotten unfortunately lodged in my esophagus while simultaneously keeping my lips pinched together so that I didn’t accidentally spit food all over Skylar’s table.

I was… mostly… successful. I only had to wipe up a little bit of “Persian Burger” off of Skylar’s table.

“No… no…” I insisted, still coughing a bit. I flushed pink, feeling like an idiot and recognizing once and for all that any possible attraction Skylar could have for me would’ve been completely wiped away by the sight of me spitting up little bits of meat all over her table.

From the almost condescending smirk on Skylar’s face, I knew it was true.

But once I’d finally caught my breath, I managed to explain, “You probably don’t know this, but Sam’s famous in our group for wearing suits to school – just like you, actually. And as soon as she gets home, she changes out of the suits into… well… sweatpants and a t-shirt.”