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"Likewise," I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek. My right arm stroked her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric green eyes boring into mine from only inches away.
She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.
"See something you like?" she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.
"I see two things I like," I replied before smiling broadly. "Your eyes are amazing. I've always been a sucker for green eyes."
Naimh's brilliant green eyes narrowed slightly. "That's because Belle has green eyes... AND reddish hair."
I thought about that for a moment. "True, but they're different shades. Your hair is a LOT more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color."
"Is that an Irish joke?"
I laughed and nuzzled her nose. "Not intentionally so. And just because Belle has green eyes doesn't make me appreciate yours any less."
"Perhaps. But I still think it's these you're trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you." And with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.
Naimh wasn't the first girl to shove her tits into my face (or in this case, shove my face into her tits). All of the BTC did so every so often, even Belle - it was part of the teasing. But there had always been something a little... different... about the way Naimh teased me compared to the others. For one thing, I'd watched the other five slowly escalate their teases over the past two-and-a-half years. We'd played this cat-and-mouse game of attack and retreat, attack and retreat long enough for everybody to get comfortable with the game and understand that the rules would always be obeyed. Both sides always knew it was just that, a tease, and nothing more. So whether it was Sam, Zofi, Alice, Mari, or Belle, I always knew in the back of my head any and all flirtations would stop short of actually doing something.
But I'd only met Naimh five months ago. True, she caught on quick after joining the BTC that "messing with Matty" was not only fair game, but encouraged. But there had always been a little bit of an edge in the way she flirted with me that made me wonder... Could this be going somewhere? I mean, she knew about and agreed to the "Nobody dates Matty" rule. And yet, we'd never gone through those first exploratory flirtations when the girls first made clear they were using me as a practice dummy and not actually intending to follow through on anything.
Naimh didn't need a practice dummy, you see. She already knew how to bait a man.
So on an afternoon like today, when the gorgeous redhead set her forehead against mine, rubbed her perfect ass against the bulge growing beneath her, and sighed with mixed sexual heat and resignation, I wondered (not for the first time) how different things might've been had Sam NOT grabbed the new Irish transfer student, given her the nickname "Neevie", and immediately brought her into the BTC.
"So how was school?" I asked, breaking the silent tension between us as I reclined my head to rest it against the lounger's backrest.
Naimh shrugged and also sat up straighter, extending her arms until her elbows were locked and there were a couple of feet of space between us. "Same ol' shite, different day."
"You're picking up American idioms quickly. Still, that's a bit jaded for only the first day of school. Gonna be a long road ahead if you're starting out this cynical."
"High school is different in the States. In Ireland we'd all be freaking out about the Leaving Cert, which kind of makes or breaks your entire career before it's even gotten started. Here, Americans need to study for SATs and AP Exams, but it's not the end of the world if you do well or not. How you do at university is what really matters."
"I suppose. Just don't count on this year being all fun and games. What happens in the next few months will determine which university we get into, you included."
"Can I say I'll be happy with any university, as long as you're there with me?" She gave me a pixie wink and rubbed her butt against my bulge again.
The comment got an eyebrow raise out of me. I wasn't sure if she actually meant it or was just teasing. Probably teasing. But the uncertainty did get my heart racing a little bit again. I was still thinking of a witty response when the bell attached to the garden gate went off, drawing our attention.
"Hey guys," Alice greeted as she walked over to my lounge chair and held her hand out for our usual fist bump. My pretty but tomboyish Korean best friend glanced around. "Anybody else here yet?"
I shook my head. "Not yet."
As if on cue, a moment later the sound of a big truck engine revved from the other side of the house. It was Sam's usual way of announcing her presence in advance. A minute later, the busty platinum blonde came in through the gate, followed closely behind by her best friend Zofi, the tall and svelte brunette. Sam thrust her hands into the air, cheering, "Let's get this party started!"
****
Thirty minutes later, I sat upright straddling Matty's Chair while casually observing the seven hot girls in bikinis frolicking around my backyard. One of the seven currently sat directly in front of me with her head pitched forward, moaning erotically while I gave her pleasure with my strong hands and fingers.
"Fuuuuck, yeahhh..." Holly Thompson groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic motions.
Oh, have I not introduced Holly yet? Yeah, I wasn't expecting her, either, but the BTC had never been that cliquish and other friends and acquaintances would occasionally come and hang out with us. Belle and Mari had started off pretty nerdy, and still had their nerd friends. Sam and Zofi had always been popular and still had their popular friends. Every now and again someone would join us for a few days and the group would sort of suss out how well they fit the dynamic. Cup size wasn't even a requirement. But until Naimh, none of them had lasted more than a month.
Holly was one of the girls who sort of popped in every three or four months. She had been good friends with Sam ever since the latter had arrived from Australia in seventh grade, and remained so even when Sam split off to start hanging out with the BTC early sophomore year. Holly was extremely popular at school, quick-witted and outgoing, the type who could bring life to any room she was in. It helped that she was gorgeous, with naturally dirty-blonde hair that she dyed in all sorts of colors that seemed to change every month, not to mention a pair of 34D tits she was always showing off. If she ever wanted to maintain membership in the BTC, her rack certainly qualified. But she was also a social butterfly, flitting from one clique to the next, super-friendly with everyone but never settling down for long.
It wasn't a huge surprise when Holly came through the gate just after Sam and Zofi. Her hair was bright blue now, like neon blue all over. She came over to me, gave me a pixie kiss on the cheek, and greeted me with a "Long time no see, Matty" in a tone that suggested it actually pained her to have been separated from me for the past three months. Five minutes later, the three new arrivals emerged from the house wearing skimpy bikinis that drew my attention away from the backrub I had been giving Naimh. Alice had arrived already wearing her swimsuit under her clothes and had called "next" while the other three were still in the house. So Holly had been quick to make her reservation for a Matt-issued backrub before either Zofi or Sam could speak up.
Two minutes into her backrub, Holly moaned orgasmically that I was worth the wait.
From the lounge chair to my left, Mari raised her sunglasses up onto her forehead for a moment, evaluated the ecstatic pleasure on Holly's face, and announced, "I call 'next'!"
"Get in line, bitch!" Zofi playfully rebuked from the patio door as she walked toward us, holding three cold beer bottles straight from the fridge. She set one down on the ground next to Holly's feet and glanced over at Mari. "You can go after me and Sam."
Seated on the edge of the pool, her feet in the water, Sam extended her hand and accepted the beer Zofi gave her. The blonde also glanced over at Mari and said, "It's what you get for getting here late."
Mari shrugged like it was no big deal and returned to her conversation with Belle. The pair of them had indeed arrived only minutes ago, an unusually late arrival given that I'd dropped off Belle before I'd gotten home. Either Mari had been delayed and Belle was waiting for her, or more likely, Mari had gone straight to her best friend's house and they'd been talking about the "Darryl" incident. They weren't talking about him anymore, discussing something about the Physics syllabus instead, so I tuned them out and focused on turning Holly into a puddle of jello beneath my hands.
By now I was actually wrapping up the end of the massage. I gave so many backrubs I had developed a routine and was winding down to the end. Completing the final set of firm moves, I let up on the pressure and gave pretty much every square inch of Holly's bare-naked back a gentle caress. I trailed my fingertips downward, ever so gently ticklish to make her quiver. And I finished up by bending over and giving her a teasing kiss on the back of her neck, precisely on the small tattoo of some kind of weird, vaguely Egyptian hieroglyph she had there.
The blue-haired beauty shivered and moaned at that last bit, unexpected as it was for her; the other girls knew I liked to kiss their necks at the end. She remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance. I waited patiently, giving her space. This wasn't the first time one of my backrubs had sent a girl off to a higher plane of existence, and I knew it sometimes took a while for her to come back down to earth.
A minute doesn't sound like a long time, but when you actually tick off the seconds one-by-one it can stretch out for an eternity. I was still straddling Matty's Chair, with Holly's bikini-clad ass pressed back against the half-hard chubby in my trunks. I reclined against the lounger's backrest and stretched my arms, working out the kinks in my hands and fingers.
It took more than a hundred and twenty ticks for Holly to return from Dreamland. She abruptly inhaled, raising her head and opened her eyes for just a moment before slamming them shut against the sudden brightness of the afternoon sunlight. She blinked rapidly on the second attempt and took a deep breath, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before glancing back at me as if to confirm she truly was where she thought she was.
"Holy shit, Matt," Holly breathed, irises aflame.
I smirked, pleased by her response.
"If you can do THAT to me with just a backrub, how good are you at fucking?"
I blinked in surprise, not sure how to react to that. But then suddenly my eyes got even BIGGER in surprise as Holly launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.
I was supremely aware that Holly's big beautiful breasts were currently pressed against my chest. As part of the backrub, I had unhooked the clasp of her bikini top and slid the straps off her shoulders while she trapped the cups against her own tits for modesty. But both modesty and the bikini top had been forgotten when she'd whirled around to kiss me, and I reveled in the idea of having my arms full of horny, topless female while I let myself kiss Holly back with every ounce of fervor she was giving me.
"Hey, hey, hey! Party foul!" Sam howled from somewhere by the pool. I loved the way her Aussie twang made the phrase sound like "pahtty foww".
The sound of her voice brought me to my senses, and I abruptly broke the kiss. Holly kept going though, gnawing on my neck and then jaw trying to reconnect her lips to mine, finally succeeding a few seconds later.
"HOLLY!" Sam screamed shrilly.
Only then did the gorgeous girl in my arms pull her head back, eyes wild as she stared into mine. Panting heavily, she gawked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion, horny as hell but not quite in her right mind. Two seconds later, she jerked away to sit back on her knees atop the lounger between my spread legs.
My eyes immediately dropped to her naked chest. Those big jugs swelled and heaved as Holly caught her breath. She felt my gaze and abruptly covered her tits with both arms, but the sight of her round melons with hard, erect nipples had already been committed to memory for the spank bank.
"I'm sorry," she wheezed, still out of breath. "I don't know what came over me."
I smiled at her chest before bringing my eyes back up to hers. "You don't need to apologize to me."
She frowned, blinked twice, and shook her head. "No, I need to apologize to them." She swept her gaze around first to Mari and Belle on the lounge chairs to my left, and then whipped the other way to take in Sam, Zofi, Alice, and Naimh. Everyone was gawking at us.
"Don't worry about it," Sam offered reassuringly. "It's happened to all of us at one time or another."
"At least you just kissed him," Naimh added in her Irish lilt. "The first time he did that to me, I nearly yanked down his shorts and gave him a blowjob."
Holly's eyes immediately dropped to the tent in my swim trunks, my erection big enough that it threatened to peek out above my waistband. Her tongue came out and trailed across her upper lip.
Mari reached out and tapped Holly's arm, drawing away the blue-haired girl's attention. "Here," she offered, holding up Holly's discarded bikini top.
"Oh, right." Holly quickly put the top back on, exposing her nipples again for a few precious seconds before getting her girls tucked away. She gave me an apologetic look but managed a shy smile.
I popped my eyebrows, gave her a reassuring smile of my own, and brought both feet up onto the lounger in-between us. Pivoting and standing up, I jerked a thumb over to the house, I said, "I think I'm gonna get another beer. Anybody else want one?"
"Me!" Alice called from the edge of the pool.
"Me, too," Naimh chimed in.
Once again, Mari tapped Holly on the arm, this time holding up the beer Zofi had previously set down at the foot of the chair. Holly accepted it gratefully and immediately took a big swig. She looked like she wanted to say something, blinked twice, and then almost bashfully turned away while covering her lips with three fingers.
I shrugged and went into the house to fetch the beers.
****
"Look, nobody's saying you can't date him," Sam said quietly. "He's our friend, not our boyfriend. And it wouldn't be fair for us to keep him from going out and-"
"Ah-hmm." Zofi had noticed my approach, looked up at me, and cleared her throat rather obviously. Sam's voice abruptly cut off and she and Holly both turned around to follow Zofi's gaze.
"Didn't mean to interrupt," I said apologetically and jerked a thumb back toward the grill. "I was just coming to let you know the food's ready."
Sam gave me a weak smile and mumbled, "Uh, thanks." She looked more worried about whatever I'd overheard than interested in the food. Holly remained silent but looked at me curiously. It was more than a little weird to see two such extroverted chatterboxes be so taciturn.
I gave them a weak smile of my own and beat a hasty retreat. Alice had been hanging out with me, chatting while I'd been cooking. I'd already told Belle, Mari, and Naimh, and the three of them were by the grill filling their plates.
Sam, Zofi, and Holly didn't get up from their spot by the loungers for another five minutes. By then, the rest of us were assembled around the outdoor dining table beneath the covered patio. Conversation was light and there wasn't much teasing going on, with everyone busy eating. The table was meant for six, so fitting seven people wasn't a big deal, but squeezing in eight chairs made things just a little bit crowded.
I was at the head of the table, as always, with Belle on my left and Mari next to her. Alice was usually on my right with Naimh and Zofi along that side, and then Sam at the other end of the table. Sam and Zofi brought their plates to their usual spots, but to my surprise, Holly set her plate down between me and Belle and asked Belle softly, "Mind if I squeeze in here?"
Belle arched an eyebrow before muttering, "Uh, not at all." She got Mari to scoot her chair down a bit more towards Sam, and once I moved my own chair to the right a bit, Holly was able to get our last chair into the gap, a little bit around the corner.
Everyone smiled, we continued the group conversation, and we resumed our meals.
And then I felt a hand on my thigh.
I froze for a moment, but just a moment. I was used to all of the BTC girls teasing me from time to time after all, so it wasn't the first time I'd felt a pretty girl's hand on my leg. Even around this very table, both Belle and Alice would occasionally let their fingers trail across my thighs. I snuck a glance to my left, but Holly acted like nothing was going on. Revealingly, the normally right-handed girl was poking at her sliced chicken pieces with a fork in her left hand, but she otherwise kept up her typically effervescent chit-chat with the girls. I've already said she was an excellent conversationalist who could light up a room.
Nothing else happened during dinner, and Holly's hand didn't wander toward my crotch or anything like that. After dinner, the air temperature started dropping rapidly and we all moved inside to the family room. We had a very new flat screen Plasma TV, and the girls put in a DVD of some stupid rom-com. My family room furniture consisted of a 3-cushion couch, a 2-cushion loveseat, and a single-cushion armchair, all part of a matched set that included the coffee table. I always wound up in the middle of the 3-cushion couch that directly faced the TV, so that at least two girls could cuddle up alongside me. Tonight that turned out to be Naimh on my right and Holly on my left. Neither of them came as a big surprise.
What WAS a bit of a surprise was that Sam and Belle ended up together on the loveseat. While the two of them had become pretty good friends, they weren't the closest pair in the club. Popular blonde Sam and model-pretty Zofi were besties. My baby Belle and cuddly Mari were besties. Gamer girl Alice was my best friend, although I wouldn't term us "besties".
Newcomer Naimh was the wildcard, although Alice had been quite welcoming to her and the two of them hung out pretty often. If Alice was with me, Naimh would usually then go join Sam and Zofi. And of course, Belle and I were really close and spent a lot of time together outside of the club.
The point is: I felt like I could count on one hand the number of times Sam and Belle had been alone together. But even after the movie started, I could see them putting their heads together in conversation, ignoring whatever was happening on the screen.
Alice wound up sitting on Naimh's right side, squishing the four of us onto the couch. It made for a snug fit, not that I minded having two beautiful girls' bodies pressed up against mine. I wrapped an arm around each of them, resting comfortably across each shoulder. Alice even reached up to rub my right hand a few times before leaving it alone.
Holly, on the other hand, gently tugged my hand downward about twenty minutes into the movie, placed my palm directly over her left breast, and then added a little pressure so that my fingers molded around the curvature of her underboob.
