BTC 2.0: Chapter 63

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-- CHAPTER 63: Mammoth --

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After wishing Skylar a Happy New Year, we had an all-too-brief little makeout session that included sliding my hand underneath the front of her form-fitting long underwear to cup a large breast that left me quite interested in peeling the rest of her clothing off and then pinning her to the bed with my big dick.

From the way Skylar was kissing me back and moaning into my mouth, she seemed quite amenable herself.

But we were short on time, and I didn’t want to upset the girls’ schedule. Besides, I was still feeling pretty hungover, although the more I woke up (and the more Skylar kissed me), the better I felt. So I eventually pulled my lips away from the sultry blonde’s, pecked her forehead, and told her I should get dressed. She left the room, but not before glancing back over her shoulder with a coy smile and then closing the door behind her.

Thing is: her coy smile had not been for me. Her gaze had been directed at Eva, who by then was leaning against the wall next to the master bathroom with a coy smile of her own. And the gorgeous Eurasian girl grinned before climbing onto the bed – and then climbing onto me - for a quick little boob-cupping (hangover-curing) makeout session of her own.

Still, we were short on time, and I didn’t want to upset the girls’ schedule, so Eva and I kept it brief before we got up and got dressed for the day. And we arrived downstairs together to find that only two of our companions were still present.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” Naimh greeted us as we walked into the great room. “You’ll need to grab breakfast to go.”

Skylar stood next to her, both girls each holding up a bagel in a bowl and coffee in a travel mug for me and Eva. Skylar explained, “Sam drove the others to The Village already to buy tickets and start paperwork. We need to catch up with them.”

“Right. Thanks.”

I grabbed my keys and the four of us headed into the garage to hop into my minivan. “Do one of you want to drive so I can eat?” I asked, holding up the keys.

Skylar looked at me with an expression that clearly expressed her displeasure at the thought of ever being behind the wheel of a minivan again. Naimh shrugged her acceptance, but before she could respond, Eva snatched the keys out of my hand.

“I’ll drive. Same as steering my beater band van around the island,” Eva drawled.

Naimh frowned. “Can you even drive in the snow?”

“Oh, shit. Can I?” Eva queried.

“You’ll be fine. The roads between here and The Village are well-paved and clear of snow. We drove through them on the way here,” I pointed out. “But you need to eat, too.”

“I can drink the coffee while driving and then finish the bagel whenever,” the Hawaiian girl replied. “To be honest: I miss being able to drive, not having a car here on the mainland.”

“If that’s the case, you’re welcome to drive the van whenever you want at home,” I offered.

“Ooh, then Matty can sit in the back, and we can sandwich him between a couple of girls. Now why didn’t -I- think of that?!?” Naimh whined.

“Your not-girlfriend apparently has the best ideas,” Skylar drawled while gesturing at Eva, which made everybody laugh.

Naimh and Skylar really DID sit me between them in the third row of the minivan while Eva drove us down to The Village. It was a tight squeeze, especially since all three of us were bundled up in snow gear. Naimh wanted to do some backseat snogging since she hadn’t kissed me yet this morning. Then Skylar wanted to do some backseat snogging. And then the two girls did some backseat snogging right in front of me (which was spectacular to watch).

“Settle down, children,” Eva drawled from the driver’s seat. “Aren’t you supposed to be finishing your breakfast?”

I did take a break from snogging to wolf down my bagel and drink most of my coffee. It was a short trip down to The Village to park the van. One feature of the Mammoth Mountain area was the Gondola that carried skiers from The Village to the Canyon Lodge, and Eva polished off her own bagel during our little flight over the town.

Sam and company had purchased our lift tickets and we met up with them in the Canyon Lodge rental shop line. Hugs went all around as our gang of ten gathered together again. We were attracting a lot of attention (no surprise) with nine young women together looking super-sexy in their snow bunny outfits, and I politely complimented Luna on hers.

“Oh, this isn’t my outfit,” Luna was quick to point out. “These are Belle’s snow pants and Zofi’s jacket.”

“Oh, right. You were wearing a pink jacket yesterday,” I remarked in surprise. Glancing at Belle and Zofi, I asked, “You both brought extra gear?”

“When we went to Tahoe last year, I fell down so many times my pants got soaked,” Belle explained. “I figured I should bring two pairs and trade off, but I’ll do just fine with one.”

“And I brought two outfits, period. This is my ski suit,” Zofi informed me, the dark-haired beauty gesturing up and down along the fetching, all-white, one-piece outfit with aqua accents that flattered her tall, slender figure - paired with an aqua beanie that made her blue eyes seem even brighter. Then she pointed at Luna’s dark-blue jacket with lighter blue panels over Belle's white snow pants. “But she’s welcome to use my spare jacket. I was going to wear that if we went sledding and throwing snowballs again. And we tried my extra snow pants on her, but they were too long.”

“Oh, gotcha.” I nodded and smiled at Luna. “You still look great. I’m glad it all worked out.”

Luna nodded and smiled back at me.

Midday, the rental shop line wasn’t very busy. All of us rented skis, even snowboard-inclined Eva, given that the three-hour private group ski lesson had been booked for her, Luna, Skylar, and Naimh.

As we walked with our gear over to the flagged Ski School area to meet the girls’ instructor, Skylar asked Naimh, “I thought you’d been skiing before. Do you really need lessons?”

“Can’t hurt,” the redhead replied.

“Well, you could break a leg,” Skylar pointed out.

“Well if I do, at least there’s a trained professional with me.” Naimh laughed. “It’s more that I can barely keep up with everyone else as it is. Better to be the best of the novices taking lessons than the slowpoke making the experts wait up for me. Speaking of experts, thanks for setting this up, Sam.”

“Yes, thanks for this, Sam,” Luna added appreciatively. “I’ll pay you back when we get home.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Sam stated with a shake of her head.

Luna frowned. “But ski lessons are expensive.”

“Having you join us for this trip is well worth it,” Sam assured her before turning her attention to the others. “ALL of you, if you really want to pay me back, just turn yourselves into experts so you can join me and Matty on the black diamonds sooner than later.”

Mari mused aloud, “But that would cut into your opportunities to pull him behind a tree and give him a hummer.”

Sam winked. “I’d be happy to have another girl squatting right next to me so we could share.”

Naimh giggled. “What better motivation to get better could there be?”

****

“Alone at last,” I told Sam as I wrapped my right arm around her, brushed back the long, blonde slut-strand bangs that framed her face, and leaned in for a sweet kiss.

My gorgeous platinum-blonde girlfriend grinned and softly pressed her cold lips to mine. I found myself keen to warm them up, and we spent the next minute or so having a pleasant makeout session right where we were. Then, she pulled her face away from mine to catch her breath…

… and she suddenly spun me around to push my back against the tree.

“Wha-?” I yelped, a little off-balance. Sam had already flashed me a devilish grin, dropped into a squat, and started fiddling with my snow pants. And my initial surprise rapidly gave way to a devilish grin of my own as I realized what we were about to do.

My junk was out in the cold winter air for mere seconds before she slurped my rapidly rising rod right into her mouth. And I groaned at the sudden rush of pleasure shooting up my spine as I held my stunningly beautiful Samantha’s head against my crotch, mixed with a tinge of anxious worry over whether or not someone might see us from the trail.

An hour earlier, a grizzled ski instructor collected “the novices” and took them off to their private group lesson. The other six of us had headed off to the Canyon Express.

One thing about the Mammoth Mountain Resort was that it was MASSIVE. There were SIX separate lodges spread around the base of the mountain: Tamarack Lodge, Eagle Lodge, Canyon Lodge, The Mill, Main Lodge, and The Outpost. While our group had started at Canyon Lodge, by riding up different chair lifts and skiing down different trails, we could traverse around the mountain from one side to the other.

From the top of the Canyon Express chairlift, we took the Easy Rider beginner slope down to The Mill. Then, we took the Stump Alley Express back up the mountain and skied down to the Main Lodge. And at that point, we agreed to split up.

Belle, Mari, Alice, and Zofi would stick to the easiest runs as they worked their way back across the mountain to return to “the novices” at Canyon Lodge. But Sam and I had gone higher up the mountain to check out some of those black diamonds, taking the Broadway Express and then the Face Lift Express to reach one of the many peaks in the Mammoth Mountain resort.

The two of us were in a stand of trees to the side of one of the less-frequently trafficked black diamond runs. On the far side of a thick evergreen, I hoped we would remain unobserved and uninterrupted. My bodaciously busty blonde bombshell bobbed her head back and forth along my elongated shaft instead of just suckling the whole thing, the repetitive contrast between hot mouth and frigid air adding a rather tingling sensation to the experience.

Given that Sam was still wearing her ski goggles, I couldn’t really tell if Sam was looking up at me while she sucked my dick. But I could see my own distorted reflection in her mirrored lenses. Rather than focus on that view, I pulled back my focus to watch the way her blonde “slut strands” swayed while she pumped her head back and forth along my prick. I reveled in the feel of her supple lips sealed tightly around my shaft. And I relaxed my core muscles, giving into the ecstasy rather than prolong my pleasure in any way.

There was no need to try and hold out as long as possible. Sam wanted to get me off quickly, and I would be happy to let her.

So within only minutes, I felt my balls coming to a boil. When I tightened my grip around Sam’s head and groaned, she crammed as much of my cock as she could down her throat, deep enough that she could snake her tongue out to lick my balls. That was the trigger that set me off, and she pulled back just in time to take my first few spurts against the roof of her mouth.

“Sam! Sam! Sam!” I grunted with each glob of cum that fired out of me.

She sucked and swallowed and eventually suckled out the last few dregs, humming happily as she savored the sensations of a job well-done. I still couldn’t see her eyes through the mirrored lenses, but there was no mistaking the brightness of her smile when she finally pulled back. And my beautiful blonde snow bunny finally popped up and grinned at me.

“Love you, Matty!” she enthused merrily.

“Fuck I love you too,” I wheezed, my knees a bit wobbly.

She gave me a quick peck, pulled up her gaiter, and waited for me to pull my pants back up. Two minutes later, we were back on the trail. And two minutes after that, we were back on the chairlift, happily cuddled together and speeding through the air between the snow-covered trees on an absolutely gorgeous day. The sun was out, the mountain had gotten “freshies” overnight, and overall it was a great day to be skiing.

Especially with her.

Ski-trail-adjacent blowjobs aside, I had some really fond memories of skiing with Sam. As the best skiers of the group, Sam and I had spent a lot of time together during our Tahoe trip last year. She’d always had a competitive streak, loved to ski fast and ski hard, and there were few things better in the world than seeing her smile light up the whole mountain after she’d finished a really good run.

At the top of Face Lift Express, we skied down the China Bowl trail to get to High-Five Express. At the top of High-Five Express, we skied down Sanctuary.

Both of us were pretty familiar with the local Tahoe resorts, but this was the first visit to Mammoth Mountain for both of us. We took turns leading for short bursts before pulling off to the side, where the trailer could watch the leader to figure out the course. But after running down Sanctuary in that leap-frog fashion once, Sam wanted to try just bombing the entire run in one go now that we knew where to go. At least, that was the theory.

Sam had me lead just in case, which turned out to be a good thing since I crashed halfway down. She pulled up beside me to make sure I was alright. Fortunately, nothing was hurt but my pride. She then followed me down to the bottom of the chairlift so we could try again.

The next time, I made it down in one piece, and when we pulled up at the chairlift line, I felt my heart soar seeing one of her light-up-the-mountain smiles made even better when she pulled her goggles up onto her helmet and favored me with her sparkling eyes as well.

And then she nearly gave me a heart attack with the ferocity of her kiss. I was certainly breathless when she finally pulled away and started skiing forward so as to not hold up the line.

“Bro, you are soooo lucky,” the guy behind me muttered, his eyes waggling suggestively.

Sam must’ve heard him, because she glanced back at us over her shoulder and flashed him a wink. “Truth is: I’m the lucky one,” she replied in that sexy Aussie drawl.

I gave the guy a sheepish smile and then quickly pushed forward with my poles to catch up to her.

At the top of High-Five, we cruised down the short Solitude run to get to the Basin Bar, which was a fancy name for a shipping container-style box that served overpriced drinks. Sam got us a couple of beers (the guy behind the bar had no interest in asking her for identification), and we sat down on a couple of patio chairs planted right in the snow with a view down the mountain.

The chairs themselves were planted a good distance away from the bar itself. Perhaps someone had relocated them to this location, because there were a half-dozen other chairs parked closer to the picnic benches right next to the bar. Sam and I had a reasonable bit of privacy away from anyone else, and I relished the feeling once again of being “alone at last”.

“Having a good time yet?” I asked we ‘clinked’ together our plastic cups and then each took a sip of our beer.

“The best. Especially because I’m with you,” she replied quite sincerely. “I wasn’t joking when I told that guy that I’m the lucky one.”

“I won’t disagree with you except to say that I find myself quite lucky as well.”

Sam’s smile waned, and a little bit of moisture filled her eyes. “I really did miss you. I didn’t even realize it most of the time, busy as I was. But then I’d come home and you’d hold me, and I could just stay there forever, but there was always something that needed doing. And I knew you missed me too, but--”

I touched her lips with my fingers to silence her. “Shhh, shhh. None of that. I’d rather think about how absolutely incredible you are, how much you’ve always been there for me over the years, how much you’ve always been there for the entire BTC over the years, and how you’ve got millions of credits in the bank of our trust to cover a few months of being busy.”

She chuckled. “Alright.”

“I mean it: I love you, Sam. Sometimes it feels like I’ve ALWAYS loved you, from the first time you came over to my house in a bikini to go swimming in my backyard.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Pretty sure if you’re citing the first time I came over in a bikini to go swimming, you’re talking about ‘lust’ and not ‘love’.”

“Fair enough. You were definitely lust-inspiring the first time I saw you in a bikini.” I grinned. “But seriously, lust became friendship, and friendship became love, and all I can say is that I’m supremely happy to be sitting here beside you, staring out over that gorgeous view, having a couple of beers.”

“I’m supremely happy to be sitting here beside you, staring out over that gorgeous view, having a couple of beers,” she agreed.

“You’re one of the very best things to have ever happened to me in my entire life,” I told her sincerely. “I can truthfully say that there’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be. And no one else I’d rather be with.”

“Well that’s not true.”

I frowned at her. “Of course it is.”

“You wouldn’t rather be with Neevie? Belle? Eva? Or Skylar?”

I gave her a serious look. “You know I crave every moment with you that I can get.”

Sam sighed. “Still hard-up to get any two minutes with me that you can?”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I groaned. “I just meant to say that I appreciate the time that we share.”

She snorted and shook her head. “You’re trying to backpedal after saying ten seconds ago that you crave every moment with me you can get.”

“Well in all fairness, it’s not like this is a new phenomenon.”

“I did promise you I’d be better.”

“You did. And you have been better. We’re here, aren’t we?” I reached out with my beer cup to once again tap it against the side of hers. “And didn’t we agree ten seconds ago not to get into another conversation about whether or not you deserve me?”

“I know, I know. It’s just that I can’t help but feel that YOU still feel a pressing need to savor these rare moments when we’re together.” Sam sighed. “And I worry you’re still trying to hide how much my absence hurts you.”

I waggled my head. “In all fairness, our lack of recent quality time has had more to do with MY busy schedule than yours, lately. After Finals ended, I’m the one who chose to stay in Berkeley for the weekend before Christmas. After Christmas, you had to divvy up slots with all the other BTC girls. And for one of your slots, I sent you away early to go talk to Zofi.”

“Well, one could argue that me being a shitty best friend to Zofi is what made you send me away early. So that one’s still on me.”

“Not looking to assign blame. I’m just saying I appreciate the time that we do have, and I promise I’ll support you whether or not we spend more time together than we’ve been doing this past semester or not. My love for you really is unconditional. Period.”

Sam sighed. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“And I really DON’T want to go through another conversation about whether or not you deserve me,” I groaned.

Sam shook her head, scowling a bit as she turned to stare off down the mountain. She took a deep breath, looked thoughtful, and then finally returned her attention to me. “You remember Saving Private Ryan?”

I blinked in surprise at the non sequitur. “Uhhh, sure.” I smirked. “I remember Alice had to pee halfway through the movie and accidentally knocked your popcorn bucket into Zofi’s lap.”

Sam chuckled. “Do you remember how it ended?”

“Alice bought you another bucket of popcorn and brought it back.”

“No, not the popcorn bit.” Sam sighed. “Do you remember how the movie ended? When Tom Hanks was dying after… well…”

“After saving Private Ryan?” I finished for her with a smile.

Sam nodded. “He looked up at Matt Damon, and with his dying breaths, you remember what he said?”

I frowned and furrowed my eyebrows, searching my memory.

But Sam continued after only a second, her eyes a bit unfocused as she explained, “He said, ‘Earn this.’ And then the scene faded, the movie returned to the present, where old man Matt Damon was with his family looking down at Tom Hanks’ tombstone, and he started weeping with his family, asking, ‘Did I? Did I earn it?’ Desperately asking for affirmation that the life he led was worth the sacrifices all those men had made to get him home.”

I screwed up my face. “I think I know where you’re going with this, but it’s hard to compare soldiers losing their lives in a terrible war with--”

“Okay fine-fine, it’s not a great analogy. It was just the first thing that popped into my head.” Sam pursed her lips and gave me a worried look. “But I AM trying to make sure I’ve earned your love, loyalty, and devotion.”

I frowned and shook my head. “You don’t need to earn that.”

“Of course I do.”

I shook my head again. “No you don’t.”

“You’ve been an incredibly understanding boyfriend. The time away, the Pre-Laws, Charlie, everything…” Sam sighed. “I keep saying I don’t deserve you because it’s the truth. I don’t deserve you.”

“You don’t need to ‘deserve’ me. You don’t need to ‘earn’ my love. Or if you want to think of it as ‘earning’ it, you’ve already earned it a thousand times over through the years. As my guide – and perhaps my chief temptress – through my hormone-fueled years of high school. As the one who built and protected the greatest circle of friends I’ve ever known. As someone who always had my back when the chips were down. You’re amazing, Sam. My love, loyalty, and devotion are unconditional. And I’ll love you forever just for being you.”

“Matty…”

“Sam, seriously. I don’t know how many different ways I can tell you that you don’t need to ‘deserve’ me, or that you don’t need to ‘earn’ my love. Like, does Rachael need to ‘earn’ your love? I’m not saying she’s been the greatest family member ever, but she’ll forever be your sister. Nothing can change that. There’s a bond there that will last forever. The BTC is my family far more than my actual mother or father ever were. We’ll go through our ups and downs. We may be separated down the road much in the way we’ve already been separated with the NBGs going to different colleges. But the entire BTC: we’re Forever Friends, right?”

Sam gave me a worried look. “Is that all we’ll ever be? Forever Friends?”

“At the very least we’ll be Forever Friends.”

“And what if I want to be something more?”

“You’ll always be my girlfriend, for as long as you want to be.”

Sam pursed her lips, gave me a plaintive look, and then asked in a very small voice, “And something even more…?”

I sighed, took a deep breath, and considered my words. “Well… in all fairness… while my love for you is unconditional, and while you really don’t have to earn my love…”

“If I want to have any chance of marrying you,” she interjected, “I’m gonna have to earn that, won’t I?”

I nodded slowly. “Admittedly, yes.”

“And if I let our love today wither and die on the vine… If I go out of sight, out of mind as much as Holly or Mari did… I won’t have ANY chance of--”

“I still don’t know what the future holds,” I cut her off. “For all I know, Holly might come back to us in a couple of years, and I’ll be thrilled to pick up right where we left off. I’m really NOT pressuring you into giving me more of yourself than you can handle. Do I want you around more often? Yes. Absolutely. Do I think Neevie and Belle deserve more of my love, time, and attention in gratitude for all the love, time, and attention they’ve given me? Yes. Absolutely.”

“Just like YOU deserve more of MY love, time, and attention in gratitude for everything you do for me,” Sam stated seriously. “I’ve taken advantage of your good nature for an entire semester already. I won’t let that happen again. It’s not fair to you; it’s not. Maybe your love for me is unconditional, but MY love for you tells me I’ve been a massive fuckup and that I need to do better, alright? And I will do better.”

“Fair enough.” I sighed, stared down at my half-empty beer cup, and shook my head slowly. “And we just spent another good chunk of our exceedingly rare quality time having another conversation about whether or not you deserve me.”

“Well maybe if I make this quality time a little less rare, we’ll have less reason to talk about whether or not I deserve you.”

I chuckled. “If you’ve a plan of action that leads to less talking, I’m all for it. Seriously: we’ve only got another hour before we need to meet up with everyone else at the end of the group ski lesson, and I’d rather spend this time either skiing or kissing instead of thinking about how much I’ve missed you the past semester.”

“Well if it’s kissing you want…” Sam grinned, and I quickly leaned over to softly press my lips to hers.

I felt a wave of relief wash through me as my mouth met hers. It felt so good to kiss Sam, in fact, that I wondered why I hadn’t cut off that arduous conversation with a kiss earlier. It definitely would’ve been more fun.

So Sam and I had a pleasant little makeout session for a minute before pulling back to smile and nurse our beers. We had a moment to enjoy the moment in companionable silence. But when Sam got another contemplative look on her face, I read her expression and then sighed rather mournfully.

Sam screwed up her face and shook her head. “It can wait.”

“No, no. Go ahead,” I said, gesturing for her to continue. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“I’m not continuing the conversation about whether or not I deserve you, I promise.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Sure.”

“But speaking of promises, I do want to re-state mine that I’m coming back not just to you, but to The BTC. This is my circle of friends, and next semester is going to be different; you’ll see.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

“And to be perfectly honest, that starts with me being Head Girlfriend again.”

I nearly spilled my beer. “Um, what?”

Sam took a deep breath and said, “You may or may not have noticed Neevie going out of her way to… well… defer to me lately.”

I pursed my lips and nodded slowly. “I have…”

“‘Heavy is the head that wears the crown,’” Sam quoted. “Neevie absolutely wants to remain your romantic primary. But when it comes to being in charge of The BTC… well… It’s no secret that Neevie doesn’t see herself as a natural leader.”

“That girl…” I sighed. “She’s got everything going for her except confidence in herself.”

“You’re not wrong.” Sam shrugged. “So she and I got to talking this morning about me stepping into that leadership role as Head Girlfriend again, although we’re trying to come up with a different title. We’re open to suggestions if you have any good ideas.”

I blinked. “Can I still vote for NO titles?”

“But we like titles. They make us feel special and unique.”

“I… uh…” My index finger had been raised, but I slowly dropped it as I couldn’t come up with an immediate response to that.

“Regardless, I’m going to be in charge again,” Sam continued.

“But is that really what you want? Didn’t you tell me just last night that you hate feeling like you need to always be in control? That having people you can depend on to make good decisions is quite a relief, and that you were happy to leave the executive decisions to me and Neevie?”

Sam nodded. “I did, but at the same time, I think there’s a happy medium between what we’re doing now and a complete handover of control. Neevie enjoys being the idea-girl, but she second-guesses herself with decisions and feels burdened by responsibility. She feels more comfortable deferring to me in certain situations, and she flat out said that if I’m truly coming back to The BTC, then coming back as the leader is my most natural fit.”

“She’s not wrong,” I stated seriously. “You’re decisive. You’re nurturing. You’re a natural. It’s one reason why I’m so attracted to you, but the last thing I want to do is further stress your already overloaded schedule.”

“It’s alright. I’m perfectly capable of stepping up where I’m needed. And this is where I’m needed. With The BTC.” Sam reached out to squeeze my forearm. “With you.”

“The lonely boyfriend in me will be the first to say I’ll gladly take as much of you as I can get.” My eyes tightened. “But the supportive boyfriend wants to relieve your burdens wherever possible. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Sam nodded confidently and squeezed my forearm again. “I’m sure.”

I took a deep breath and then furrowed my eyebrows. “Actually, I think maybe it’s time for me to step up as a leader of The BTC.”

Sam blinked. “You?”

“I did say ‘a’ leader, not ‘the’ leader. Still…” I smirked. “Am I wrong for believing that as the only man, I’m already the most influential member of The BTC?”

Sam waggled her head. “For a second, I thought you said most ‘important’ member of The BTC.”

“I said ‘influential’.” I grinned. “One might say my influence is mammoth.”

Sam groaned at the pun. “Good thing I don’t love you for your sense of humor.”

“You can’t say I’m wrong.”

Sam mused on that. “Well in all honesty, you really are both, and not just because you’re the only man. You’re both the most influential AND the most important because you’re the support system for all of us.”

“And I’ve got the only dick.”

“That too. And dare I say that your dick is pretty mammoth as well.”

“See!” I laughed. “You can do it too, and I DO love you for your sense of humor.”

Sam laughed with me and shook her head.

“But seriously,” I continued. “I’ve been content for too long to just sit back and enjoy the ride. You made it easy to do so, natural leader that you are. But you’ve made clear to me that it’s exhausting having to feel like you need to be in control. Neevie’s made clear that she stresses out feeling responsible for everyone else. So I’m realizing now that I can help both of you… and everyone else in The BTC, by taking the lead to be in charge more often myself.”

Sam gave me a bemused look. “Forgive me, but ‘Matty’ and ‘in charge’ don’t fit together in a sentence for me.”

“Well then that just goes to show how little you’ve been around.” I chuckled. “I think I’ve stepped up a few times this past semester. At the very least, I’ve been Neevie’s primary sounding board every time she second-guesses one of her decisions.”

“I think Belle has been Neevie’s primary sounding board for that stuff.”

“I’m sure Belle likes to think that.” I chuckled. “Look, I’m not power-hungry, and if you want to have the final say in things, then you already know I’ll be happy to go with the flow. But for the little things – and maybe even some of the big things – I know I can be one of the dependable people you trust to make good executive decisions so that you won’t have to.”

Sam smirked and shook her head. “Matty in charge of The BTC. What is the world coming to? I suppose crazier things have happened…”

I rolled my eyes.

“Hey, will this mean we get to call you ‘Head Girlfriend’?”

“Sure, and then I’ll start to call you ‘EX-girlfriend’.”

“Matty!”

“Seriously though, I’m not suggesting I ever be ‘in charge’ of The BTC. I’m suggesting a partnership.”

Sam’s eyes glittered. “Kinda like a husband and wife?”

I blinked and my mouth gaped open for a second. “I think this conversation has officially gone a little too far for my comfort.”

“Relax. I’m just teasing you.” She laughed.

I shook my head and laughed before chugging the rest of my beer. “Okay, I’m making my first executive decision: no more talking. C’mon, Sam. Let’s hit the slopes.”

****

Sam and I skied down the Sunset trail to the top of Canyon Express and its collection of intermediate/advanced trails. We were halfway down the appropriately named Downhill trail when we caught up to the others. And rather than continue to blitz down the trail at high speed, Sam and I stopped to join them.

Mari, Alice, and Zofi were happy to see me, of course. But Belle was absolutely effervescent. The petite little pixie was all over me like white on rice and started up a makeout session right there on the side of the trail.

When our group of six made it to the bottom of the hill, we only had time for one more run. The Canyon Express chairlift sat four across, so we split up into three and three. Sam, Zofi, and Alice went up on the first chair. And then Belle and Mari sandwiched me between them on the next.

Belle got to make out with me on the chairlift first. But when I turned around to start making out with Mari as well, a couple of high-pitched whistles from behind us grabbed our attention.

Girls were hooting, and I turned around to see a pair of snowboarder chicks with blonde braids hanging out of their helmets waving at us, and one of them called out, “Can we get in on that action?!?”

“Depends! Only if you’re willing to play with me!!!” Belle hollered in reply.

“Sounds like fun!” the girl called back.

Mari eyed Belle. “You’re not serious, are you?”

Belle waggled her head. “Depends on how hot they are. And whether or not they’re willing--”

“-- willing to let you slurp out a creampie,” I finished for her. “Got it, B.”

“You act like I’m not serious.”

“Oh, I know you’re serious.” I grinned and pecked her lips. “You’re Matty’s Little Cumslut for a reason.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

“But you’re not serious about hooking up with a pair of random chicks from the chair behind us just because… right?” I raised my eyebrows when Belle didn’t immediately respond, so I had to add again. “Riiight?”

“Right. Right.” Belle nodded. “We’ve got more than enough pussy to deal with on this trip as it is.”

I gave her a serious look, stating evenly, “And don’t you forget it.”

Belle shrugged like she was already over it, but there was no mistaking the rosy blush in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the winter cold.

At the top of the chairlift, Belle, Mari, and I smoothly skied off the chair to meet up with Sam, Zofi, and Alice. They’d all heard a little bit of what was going on, but not clearly, so Belle stopped to start explaining that it was no big deal.

But fifteen seconds later, the two snowboarder chicks skip-walked their boards over to us, one boot buckled and the other free. When the lead girl pulled her goggles up onto her helmet and grinned at us, I figured her for about thirty, which wasn’t old by any means, but certainly older than us.

The braided-blonde snowboarder also got her first look at us, as well as noticing Sam, Zofi, and Alice. She had an easy-going demeanor about her, but after a moment’s thought, she shook her head slowly and remarked, “You guys are just kids.”

“We’re in college,” Belle spoke up defensively.

The braided blonde held up her hands in apology and added, “Plus, there are a lot more of you than I thought.”

“The more the merrier,” Belle drawled, but with a hint of venom in her voice that stood in stark contrast to her words.

The snowboarder chick shrugged, glanced at her companion, and then dropped her goggles back down. “All good. Enjoy the freshies.” She extended a gloved fist to Belle, smiled when Belle bumped her fist back, and then the two snowboarder chicks moved on.

Sam exchanged a look with Zofi and then turned her attention to Belle. “What was that about?”

“No big deal,” I told her. “Let’s get going.”

The six of us made it down the mountain in one piece and then headed over to the Ski School area to collect “the novices” with about ten minutes to spare. We took off our gear and sat down at the picnic tables to rest and relax, although Alice and Zofi went to the fence to see if they could spot our friends. It wasn’t easy since none of them wore any loud colors, unlike Alice’s bright yellow jacket or Mari’s electric orange. But Alice’s eagle eyes spotted Naimh’s dark-blue jumpsuit seated on the Schoolyard Express chairlift next to Skylar’s dark gray jacket over black pants. Right behind them on the next chair were Luna’s borrowed blue jacket and Eva’s purple jacket, with the ski instructor’s light blue jacket between them.

A few minutes later, Zofi called us over to join them at the fence as we watched all four of our friends make it down to the bottom of the hill. Naimh was in the lead, followed shortly by Skylar. Luna arrived a minute later, skiing carefully and cautiously in wide, shallow turns.

It took a little while longer for Eva to appear, with the instructor shadowing right behind her. She spun around backwards after taking a turn a little too hard, started sliding the wrong way, and then collapsed in a heap. The instructor helped her get to her feet, Eva made it through two more turns, and then crashed again.

“You got this, Eva!” Naimh yelled.

“You got this!” Belle repeated loudly.

“Go Eva!!!” Alice hollered as well.

Eva hadn’t reacted to Naimh’s yell, but when Belle and then Alice hollered as well, Eva’s head sharply jerked up. The six of us were standing along the fence, waving. But the Hawaiian girl took one look at us and then promptly shoved her face into her hands.

“Girls, girls. Cool it for a minute,” I urged. “You’re just freaking her out right now.”

“We’re just trying to encourage her,” Belle insisted.

“I know you are,” I told her gently. “But Eva doesn’t react the same way the rest of you do. Please?”

“Let’s not put any more pressure on her than she already feels,” Sam added, turning her gaze to meet each of the others in the eye, getting silent nods of confirmation from each of them except for Belle.

“Yes, Mummy…” Belle drawled petulantly with an eye roll.

Sam chuckled and then turned to me with a smile.

I smiled back at Sam gratefully and then returned my attention to Eva, who had managed to pick herself up and start skiing again. But rather than even attempt to turn, she kept her skis pointed together like the triangle of a pizza slice. And in that position, she steadily cruised down the remainder of the gently inclined slope without ever being in danger of falling.

Although Sam and I had talked to the girls with us about not putting any more pressure on Eva, the other ‘novices’ had not been within earshot of us. So as Eva approached, Naimh started yelling again, “Wooo! You got this girl!”

Skylar hollered, “Great job, Eva!”

And even Luna added in a cheery, “You’re doing great!”

I gathered that the three of them had been verbally encouraging her all afternoon. Meanwhile, they surrounded Eva and the grizzled instructor, who gave them one last pep talk and then escorted the girls toward us. The older man looked far less grizzled than he had earlier in the afternoon, with a big smile on his face after spending three hours with the likes of Naimh, Skylar, Luna, and Eva. I would’ve been smiling, too.

“The novices” took off their gear and joined us at the picnic tables. Mari, Belle, and Alice started asking them questions about their lesson. Naimh, Skylar, and Luna started asking the rest of us about our runs around the mountain. Eva was silent, so I went over to give her a big hug, kissed her cheek, and then hauled her into my lap while I sat backwards on one of the picnic table benches.

“Rough day?”

She wasn’t crying, but there was moisture in her eyes. “Small kine,” she muttered dismissively.

I squeezed her tight, held her head, and then gently pulled it towards mine so I could give her a sweeter kiss on the lips. Eva sighed, hugged my shoulders a little harder, and kissed me back with a sudden outpouring of passion that brought her tongue into play.

But she stopped almost as suddenly as she’d started. Pulling back, Eva stared down at me with a few tears now running down her cheeks, her blue-contact eyes glistening in the afternoon light. She tried to smile, but it wasn’t genuine and quickly faded from her lips.

“What’s wrong?” I asked her.

She sighed, glanced up at the other girls around us, but none of them were paying us any attention. I could tell they weren’t ignoring us, but rather understood that Eva didn’t want a lot of focus on her right now, so they were giving the two of us a little space to let me work things out with Eva on my own.

Shaking her head slowly, Eva muttered, “It’s not that I think I’m some super-stud athlete, but I’ve never been afraid of doing sporty things. I’ve done windsurfing and kiteboarding… Bungee-jumping. Skateboarding. ATVs. I thought I’d pick up skiing like… like…”

“Like a natural?”

Eva sighed, muttering dispiritedly, “Some natural. I spent more time on my okole than on my feet.”

“It was just your first day.”

“None of the others seemed to have any trouble.”

“All three of the others have been on skis before. This was your first time ever.”

“Still…”

“Success is not determined by how often you fall. It’s determined by how often you get back up.”

“You read that out of a fortune cookie?”

“Something like that. C'mon. You know you’re being too hard on yourself.”

“I know, I know.” She pursed her lips and shook her head. “I just… I’m just frustrated.”

“I know you are, but tomorrow will be better.”

“Pssht. I think tomorrow I’d rather try snowboarding. I think at least by standing sideways I’ll feel kinda natural.”

“Worth a shot.” I pursed my lips, thought about that, and suggested, “Why don’t we try snowboarding together?”

Eva blinked. “What?”

I nodded. “I’m serious.”

“But you’re a skier. A good skier.”

“Means I’m comfortable on the snow. Hopefully that’ll help me learn how to snowboard as well.”

“You’re serious?”

“Absolutely.”

Eva frowned. “But skiing black diamonds is your one-on-one time with Sam.”

I smiled. “Good thing we spent a couple of hours skiing one-on-one today. Plus, we’ve got three snow days on this trip. We can snowboard tomorrow, and if I don’t like it, I can always switch back to skiing on Wednesday. I mean it, Eva. Let’s get snowboarding lessons together.”

“Just you and me?”

I glanced back at the group. “In all honesty, I’d invite any of the others who want to try snowboarding to come with us. This is The BTC. It’s not just the two of us against the world.”

Eva nodded her understanding. I was careful to look for any sign of disappointment on her face, but there didn’t seem to be any. “Cool,” she replied agreeably. “Let’s get snowboarding lessons.”

I grinned and quickly kissed her again. When I pulled back, Eva’s tears had dried, and her smile was quite genuine.

Sam spoke up just then, calling, “Alright, ladies… Now that you all know how to make it down the mountain without killing yourselves, who wants to make a couple more runs as a big group?”

Naimh’s hand immediately shot into the air, and she grabbed Skylar’s wrist before shooting it up into the air as well. Nobody else raised their hands, but Belle, Mari, and Alice were all nodding their agreement. It wasn’t a surprise, since the plan from the beginning had been to collect the ski lesson four and give them an opportunity to rejoin the rest of the larger group on the slopes at least once or twice.

But Eva was still in my lap, and I could feel her tense up a bit at the thought of having to ski down another run with everyone else watching her crash over and over again. Without waiting for confirmation, I looked up at Sam and said, “Actually, I think I’m ready to turn in. We’ve got two cars, but the Escalade won’t fit such a big group, so you and I should probably trade car keys.”

“I’m ready to head back,” Zofi spoke up. “The idea of sinking into the hot tub sooner than later sounds really appealing.”

“I’ll go with them,” Luna added.

Naimh frowned. “But you didn’t get to show off how good you are yet!”

Luna smiled. “They all watched me do that last run. Besides, we have two more ski days, right?”

“Right,” Sam confirmed. She then turned to look at me, instructing, “Go start on dinner, and make sure the jacuzzi is piping hot by the time we arrive.”

“Got it.” I grinned and then waved at the group. “See you later, ladies.”

“Bye, Matty,” Belle replied first, and then scampered over to give me a quick kiss. Then it was Naimh’s turn to give me a goodbye kiss, and then Mari’s, and soon I had Alice, Skylar, and Sam lined up as well.

By the time Sam walked away and put an extra wiggle in her ass as she left, I looked up and realized that the grizzled ski instructor wasn’t far away, talking to another one of the instructors. Both were chuckling and shaking their heads in disbelief.

But I’d gotten used to such reactions by now. There was nothing I could do about it, nor was there anything I needed to do about it. I had nothing to be ashamed of, after all. I was a damn lucky sonovabitch, and I knew it.

So I merely collected the three ladies with me and led them back to the Village Gondola that would bring us home.

****

Rather than head straight back to our rental house, I drove the four of us to the grocery store so we could pick up steaks, fruits, and vegetables (and a few more bottles of wine). There was a decent barbecue grill on the back deck, and while it was pretty cold outside, the girls were kind enough to grace “slave-boy Matty” with their company while I made them dinner. The hot tub was on the back deck as well, after all. And Zofi hadn’t been kidding when she said she’d like to sink into the hot tub sooner than later.

So Zofi, Luna, and Eva all went inside to change into their Sanrio bikinis and then slipped into the hot, bubbling water to soak away the pain in their sore muscles. Eva griped about being such a klutz who kept falling down during their ski lesson. Luna pointed out that Eva did just fine at staying on her feet while “snow-plowing” and only fell because she kept trying to take her turns a little too fast. Eva shot back that it was easy for Luna to say given that Luna was so great at her turns. And Luna laughed and admitted she was only good at turning because she was an utter slowpoke scaredy-cat and would never go fast.

“There’s nothing to prove and nobody to impress,” Luna assured Eva. “I know you started off thinking you were going to be a total natural badass Olympic Downhill ski champion your first time ever down the mountain, but things don’t work that way. The more frustrated you got, the harder you pushed yourself to go faster and turn tighter and… well…”

“And I let my ego get the best of me,” Eva sighed, slouching in her seat until the waterline came up to her chin.

“I’m sure you’ll do better tomorrow,” Zofi assured her. “I felt like a baby cow on ice the first time I tried to go skiing. But it gets easier with practice.”

“Nah. I’m done with skis,” Eva muttered. “Matty’s getting us snowboarding lessons tomorrow.”

“Snowboarding?” Zofi asked in surprise before looking over at me. “You booked a snowboarding lesson?”

I nodded in confirmation. “I called the resort while the rest of you were changing.”

“Just the two of you?” Zofi queried.

“We can bring up to four people to a private lesson, just like today,” I explained. “So if two more girls want to join us, they can.”

“Ah.” Zofi returned her attention to Eva. “But I won’t be one of them. I’ve no interest in feeling like a cow on ice again.”

“Likewise,” Luna added. “Learning to ski is hard enough without switching sports.”

I returned my attention to the grill, and the girls changed subjects and continued their conversation. The food was done by the time the other six returned, and Zofi, Luna, and Eva got out and got dressed so we could all eat together.

I found myself eating quietly while observing everyone around me. Sam sat at the head of the six-person dining table with Zofi on her immediate right and me on her immediate left. Belle was next to me, Mari was at the end, and Luna sat next to Zofi. Sam and Zofi spent a lot of time talking together, not just about the skiing activities, but about the little things they’d noticed throughout the day and wanted to share with each other. For example, Zofi got to talking about the fruits and vegetables she’d picked out at the grocery store and how different they were from the ones in New Jersey.

Belle, Mari, and Luna chatted amiably, with Mari and Luna slipping into Spanish every now and again for little asides that made them both giggle. I didn’t think Luna was specifically flirting with Mari or anything like that. Rather, I believed she simply felt a certain comfort level speaking her native tongue, and naturally gravitated to Mari because of it.

Naimh and Skylar sat together on the sofabed couch with their plates on the coffee table, doing more talking than eating. Naimh’s boisterous enthusiasm echoed throughout the room, but Skylar was more than just keeping up her end of the conversation. And I smiled at the delighted smile on Skylar’s face as she gestured with both hands to mime some ski-turn she had done coming this close to wiping out.

And Alice and Eva sat together, with Eva in the armchair and Alice on the matching ottoman. Their voices weren’t nearly as loud as Naimh’s and Skylar’s, so I couldn’t hear what they were saying. But it was clear they were still smiling and enjoying each other’s company.

After dinner, I started to collect all the dishes and glasses to wash up, but Sam and Naimh both came over to tell me to let them take care of it.

“Head Girlfriend’s orders,” Sam declared with a grin.

I glanced at Naimh. “So is it really official now? Sam’s ‘Head Girlfriend’ again?”

Naimh nodded. “So the way we see it, every girl in The BTC is ‘a’ girlfriend, even if she’s not officially your girlfriend, like Eva. Sam’s the head of The BTC again, so she gets the ‘Head Girlfriend’ title, unless someone thinks of a better name.”

“I happen to like the term ‘Head Girlfriend’ though,” Sam pointed out. “Feels like slipping back into a comfy sweater.”

I looked back at Naimh. “And you’re okay with it?”

Naimh shrugged. “I never really liked the title for myself. Always felt like I was trying to step into Sam’s shoes that didn’t fit me quite right. I wanted to feel special, so I was happy to go along with it. But for now, I’m perfectly happy to be your Squeakers.”

“And his Sacred Buttslut,” Sam pointed out.

Naimh giggled. “Yes, that too.”

“So as I was saying: Out of the kitchen!” Sam declared. “Head Girlfriend’s orders.”

I made a face. “Didn’t we just talk about me taking more of a leadership role instead of just blindly following your orders?”

“In situations that would relieve me of my burden because I trust you to make sound executive decisions, sure,” Sam agreed. “But none of us want you to completely stop being the dependable Matty we all fell in love with. So go out to the hot tub and relax. Let us take care of the dishes.”

I made a face. “Well I’m making one executive decision right now. I’ll go out to the hot tub and relax, but I am NOT wearing that banana-hammock again.”

Naimh grinned. “Completely naked works just fine, too.”

I chuckled and nodded. “Works for me.”

I walked out of the kitchen, stripping myself right there in the great room and tossing my clothes over the back of the armchair.

Skylar let out a wolf whistle when I bared my upper torso, and I turned to her while flexing my pectorals and abs. Mari squealed, “Ooh, are we skinny-dipping now?”

“Skin-ny! Dip-ping!” Belle chanted. “Skin-ny! Dip-ping!”

I quickly held my hands up just before dropping trou. “Nobody has to skinny dip if they don’t want to. -I- just don’t want to ever see that Dear Daniel speedo ever again.”

“Skin-ny! Dip-ping!” Belle continued. “Skin-ny! Dip-ping!”

“Skin-ny! Dip-ping!” Alice joined in, tugging on Eva’s arm. “Skin-ny! Dip-ping!”

The hapa girl rolled her eyes. “I already went into the hot tub. I’m good, thanks.”

“No reason you can’t go again. Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden.”

“Nah,” Eva said dismissively. “Not like I’ve never been naked in front of you bitches before.”

“Exactly!” Alice insisted.

“But I really don’t need to go back in the hot tub, and it’ll be less crowded this way. Come to think of it…” Eva’s voice trailed off as she stood up and headed into the kitchen. “Sam, Neevie, out of the kitchen! ‘A’ girlfriend’s orders.”

Naimh’s eyes lit up as she turned away from the dishwasher. “So does this mean you’re Matty’s girlfriend now?”

Eva arched an eyebrow. “Didn’t Sam just say a minute ago that every girl in The BTC is ‘a’ girlfriend?”

“Fine, fine. Why’d you have to go and bring logic into this?” Naimh muttered. Then she grabbed Sam’s hand and started tugging the blonde away from the sink. “C’mon, Sammie. Let’s go show Matty our boobies.”

****

Our first Mammoth Mountain evening of the New Year was much more… tame… than the previous evening had been. After burning through a significant percentage of the alcohol we’d brought on the trip for New Year’s Eve (and then suffering for it this morning), nobody was in a terrible hurry to get shit-faced drunk again. After not getting nearly enough sleep overnight, nobody was feeling terribly energetic. And after spending the afternoon flinging ourselves up and down the mountain, nobody was particularly interested in further athletic activity, including sex.

Not to say there wasn’t any sex the entire night. I mean, I’ll be honest: I still wanted to get laid. We just didn’t have an out-of-control ten-person orgy that lasted into the wee hours of the morning or anything like that.

In fact, we didn’t have an orgy at all.

The girls all seemed satisfied with the orgasms they’d gotten last night. Although it was rare for ME to go a full day without having sex, they were individually far more accustomed to spacing out their encounters and didn’t need to get plowed every day. So even though I found myself in a hot tub with six naked girls, nobody started up any sexual shenanigans.

Naimh, Skylar, Alice, Belle, Mari, and Sam sat clockwise around me, drinking wine and chilling out. I relaxed with a smug grin, gazing lazily around the tub ogling the abundant pairs of naked breasts bobbing up and down like corks on the surface of the bubbling water. No matter how many times I’d gotten laid in my life, no matter how many girls, I could never be jaded to the sight of all those tits floating right in front of me.

Naimh’s hand still found its way to my junk beneath the bubbles, because… why not. All of us were naked, and there were no swimsuits to get in the way. But she wasn’t trying to give me a wristy or anything like that – merely holding my dick and lightly playing with it because she could.

With that thought in mind, I raised my arms out of the tub and stretched them out to the sides across Naimh’s shoulders to my left and Sam’s shoulders to my right. Sam sank herself a little lower and shifted in her seat to recline back against my chest, giving me a good angle to let my forearm drape down so I could cup her large breast in my palm. Naimh glanced at us and briefly looked like she might do the same, but that would’ve required her to let go of my erection, which she ultimately wasn’t inclined to do.

Nobody crawled into my lap to start up a makeout session. Nobody sat down on my dick. We all just socialized for a bit, enjoying the hot water. But at some point Naimh’s stroking motions managed to get me to groan, close my eyes, and concentrate inwards on the sensations.

So Naimh started stroking a little faster, making me groan again.

“Do NOT make him pop,” Sam warned. “Tonight is Belle and Mari’s night.”

Naimh pouted prettily but ceased her stroking motions.

“Better take him upstairs,” Sam suggested with a small smirk.

Mari nodded with an eager grin and immediately started to get up out of the water. But before she got up to join her BFF, Belle reached across the tub and tapped Alice’s shoulder. “Hey, come with us.”

Alice looked up in surprise. “Me? But it’s your night.”

“And last night you gave up your spot so Neevie could sleep with him,” Belle pointed out.

Alice made a face. “Doesn’t mean I want to sleep with him tonight.”

“Oh, I get that. You can go back to your own room at the end of the night. Mari and I just wanna turn this into a foursome.” And then Belle gave Alice a serious look with raised eyebrows that told me there was a little more to the story than could be seen at first glance.

Whatever it was, Alice nodded her acceptance quickly and then started getting up out of the tub. She, Belle, and Mari each grabbed a towel from one of the hooks mounted within the gazebo walls, and they started drying themselves off as they headed inside (while I enjoyed the show).

Meanwhile, Naimh gave my erection one last squeeze and turned her face to me for a quick kiss. Sam sat up and turned around to kiss me as well. And even though Skylar stayed right where she was, I made a point of sliding across the tub to her, cradled her head in my hand, and gave her a sweet kiss as well.

The honey-blonde blushed prettily, clearly happy to get the kiss. But then she raised her right index finger and swirled it with a point, clearly directing me to go join the other girls.

I climbed out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and headed inside after Alice, Belle, and Mari. But footsteps behind me caught my attention, and I glanced back to see Sam also climbing out of the tub. But Naimh and Skylar stayed huddled together, and when I saw their faces come together for a very tender kiss, I grinned and then continued my way inside.

Luna, Zofi, and Eva sat at the dining table together, playing cards. The three of them glanced at my naked body still steaming from the hot tub…

… and then glanced at my swollen, almost purple prick leading the way in front of me. Feeling cocky, I bunched up the towel across my shoulders and flexed a bit while holding onto either end.

Eva smirked and gave me a saucy grin. Luna and Zofi merely smirked and shook their heads.

I continued on upstairs.

When I entered the master bedroom, I found three gorgeous girls waiting for me on my bed, completely naked save for their towels wrapped around their heads like turbans to dry their hair. All three had skin flushed pink from the heat of the hot tub water, glistening and golden with moisture.

Belle knelt with her legs to one side like the Little Mermaid statue in Copenhagen. Mari was in the middle, seated over the edge of the bed with her ankles crossed and reclining back on both arms. And Alice sat cross-legged on the far side, at ease in her nudity but relaxed in a way that made it clear she wasn’t taking the lead.

That role belonged to Mari for the moment. My luscious Latina angel gave me a coy smile while crooking a finger invitingly. I closed the door behind me, tossed my wet towel aside, and approached her. It was an interesting look to see her with all of her hair tucked up beneath the towel, only a few stray strands of dark hair with blonde highlights peeking out. When I came to a stop standing directly in front of her, she stared up at me with scintillating eyes and a confidently poised demeanor, as if she were the single most stunning thing within a hundred-mile radius and she knew it.

She carried herself like she was a goddess with a body built for sex because… well… she was. And as she took my erection in hand and stroked it slowly, she canted her head to the side and asked sweetly, “When was the last time you had an ejaculation?”

I blinked in surprise, not expecting that question. “Uhhh, well Sam did blow me behind a tree when we were skiing this morning.”

“Far too long, don’t you think?” Mari asked with a teasing purr in her voice.

And then she fed on me.

My Mariangel’s mouth touched down around the very base of my cock before I could even blink, taking every last inch of me, deep-throating me with ease. Her long fingernails dug into my ass as she swallowed over and over again, compressing her neck muscles with an insane level of control that milked me with the skill and precision of a third hand.

And I groaned in exquisite ecstasy.

At first, I felt her throat pumping me from my prickhead to my base, rippling at a roughly 60 BPM rate (about one stroke per second). She kept that up for longer than I would’ve thought possible, making me moan and groan and clutch her head to my crotch. But when she started to pull her head back, I readily released her to pull off and gasp for oxygen.

Again, she deep-throated me with ease.

That prickhead-to-base rippling started once more, but faster this time, like she’d picked up the pace to 90 BPM. She stared up into my eyes and lightly rotated her head as well, adding lateral sensations to her incredible throat-muscle pumping, and I felt my knees start to buckle.

Again she pulled off to breathe.

Again, she deep-throated me with ease.

Again, I groaned in exquisite ecstasy.

This time, her rippling reversed. She continued to stare up at me, watching the expressions on my face as the pattern of her throat muscles milked me from base to tip, as if she could draw the cum out of me. I groaned again as I felt the tension in my balls slackening, and my legs started to collapse. Mari abruptly pulled her head off, dug her fingernails into my ass, and spun me around with surprising strength. I collapsed back across the bed, nearly smacking into Alice. But the Korean girl with the quick-twitch gamer reflexes nimbly hopped out of the way without even breaking her cross-legged position, and I found myself staring up at her with a glassy-eyed gaze when Mari slammed her face right back down onto my dick.

Again, I groaned in exquisite ecstasy.

Mari’s reverse-rippling resumed, coaxing out my cock’s creamy cum. The pleasure was intense, and I started blindly reaching out with both arms. Belle latched onto my left wrist and then trapped my forearm against her chest, the back of my hand between her bare breasts. Alice slipped her right hand into mine and clasped it palm-to-palm as if we were arm-wrestling, squeezing it reassuringly.

But by then, all of my inward concentration was on the absolutely insane feelings being delivered straight to my dick.

And then I came.

I came buckets.

“UUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!” I grunted as my hips abruptly launched up off the mattress, skewering Mari’s skull in a single thrust as my cockhead erupted great gouts of scalding hot lava.

“UUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!” I grunted as I thrust again.

“UUUURRRRGGGGHHHH!!!” I thrust one final time.

With every thrust, Mari accepted my mammoth dick with ease, not a single hint of choking. Her neck muscles throbbed, rapid-fire swallowing motions that sucked out my sperm with incredible suction. And she greedily drank down every single drop I had to give.

In hindsight, that should’ve been my first clue that something was up. No way would Belle’s BFF forget to save Matty’s Little Cumslut some of my sperm. But still, Mari did drink down every last drop (there was a LOT for her to drink), and I didn’t really think about anything but the exquisite pleasure she’d given me, having evacuated my brains out through my balls.

And then I collapsed.

Feeling brainless for the moment, as I said, I let my eyeballs roll around my empty skull for a while before feeling inky clouds of blackness start to creep around the edges of my vision. But I never did quite pass out, and as consciousness slowly seeped back into my mind, I realized that Belle was looking down at me.

My Baby Belle still held my forearm against her chest, the back of my hand between her bare breasts. She was smiling at me, and yet her expression was somewhat somber, as if she had a lot on her mind. When she realized my eyes were swimming back into focus, she took a deep breath, looked across me at Alice, and then turned her attention to Mari, who was still slurping out the dregs.

“How do you feel?” Belle asked me when I finally came to and looked up at her.

“Like I just emptied a few gallons of jizz straight into Mari’s stomach,” I muttered. Tucking my chin, I grinned down at the luscious Latina, adding, “Holy shit, Angel. That was incredible. When the hell did you learn how to do that?”

My Mari winked and then pulled off my prick with a sunny smile. “Just now. Idea of trying popped into my head on a whim. Did you like it?”

I put both fists to the side of my head and then exploded them out to the sides, complete with sound effects. All three girls laughed, and for a moment, I felt nothing but complete tranquility.

But after a few seconds, the room seemed to go silent. I looked up at Mari and found that her eyes had tightened. She glanced at Belle with a worried look, and then returned her still-worried gaze to me.

I frowned, asking Mari, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong per se,” Belle drawled slowly, glancing at both Mari and Alice again, and when her attention fell on Alice, she had a look in her eyes that seemed to suggest Alice should be the one to speak up.

“Well whenever you say ‘nothing’s wrong’ in that tone of voice,” I began carefully, “Something’s always wrong. And I’ve noticed the way you and Alice are both still clutching my hands.”

Belle blushed and took a deep breath but didn’t seem inclined to let go of my hand. Neither did Alice. Belle looked at Alice again, but Alice looked right back at her, fully expecting Belle to do the talking. But Belle furrowed her eyebrows, unsure of how to proceed, and the tension in the air only thickened.

“B, Alice, seriously,” I stated. “One of you needs to explain to me what’s going on.”

Alice finally spoke up, saying, “Okay this is ridiculous. There’s no reason we should be making a bigger deal out of this than it needs to be.”

“A bigger deal out of what?”

Alice sighed and gave me a somewhat apologetic look. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing immediately came out. She closed her lips, glanced up at Belle and then Mari again, and finally returned her attention to me. I knew something was wrong because she couldn’t look me in the eyes. But finally, she spoke.

“I met a guy at UCLA.”

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue & Chapter 1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99290461

Chapter 2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99357682

Chapter 3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99433482

Chapter 4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99506524

Chapter 5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99618767

Chapter 6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100326143

Chapter 7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100548952

Chapter 8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100806434

Chapter 9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101140618

Chapter 10: Ku’uipo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101372817

Chapter 11: The R-word: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101672192