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Big Dicks

THE BIG TITS CLUB by bluedragon

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— CHAPTER 17: Tahoe III —

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

I didn’t want to get up yet. Yeah, the sun was up, but this was our day to sleep in, and besides, I was spooned up behind the most gorgeous girl in the world.

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my left hand reflexively squeezed the large breast I was currently palming as my left arm snaked beneath her pillow to hold her from the opposite side. My right hand firmed up over her hip, gently holding her in place while I reflexively ground my erection into her panty-covered ass. Breathing deeply, I let my head roll forward to push my nose into her coppery red hair, smelling her sweet fragrance. And all I could think in that moment was, I wish I could wake up like this every morning.

Part of me wanted to wake her up and start up a fresh round of lovemaking, but the better part of me figured I shouldn’t. It WAS early, and this was our day to sleep in. And just because that stupid ray of light woke me up didn’t mean I should disturb Naimh’s slumber. So I stopped hot-dogging her ass, settled myself down, and tried to drift off back to sleep.

Unfortunately, nature called about five minutes later. My morning wood went away, and the urge to have sex was replaced by a tremendous urge to pee. Regretfully, I had to let go of Naimh’s big breast and slip my arm out from underneath her pillow. Rolling back, I managed to slide out of bed without waking her and left the room to go to the one shared bathroom for the whole cabin.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I noticed that the living room was not empty. Sam sat in her armchair with a mug of fresh coffee, staring out the window. When I took a step, the floorboard creaked beneath my weight, and she glanced over at me, a warm smile spreading across her face.

At first, I meant to just say “hello”, slip back into bed, and spoon together with Naimh. But even as I returned Sam’s smile, I found myself bothered by what I’d just seen. I remembered what Mari had said the night she’d given me her virginity, about Sam’s mask falling away and her true face coming out. Well I’d seen Sam’s true face clear as day in the light coming through the window, and it was a face of deep sorrow.

So instead of going back into my room, I padded softly into the living room. Sam’s smiling mask was still up as I approached. I leaned over her armchair, bent forward, and gave her a sweet kiss. Inhaling sharply, she held my head and kissed me back fervently, longingly, but I started chuckling at her hunger and pulled back, saying, “Lemme get some coffee and then we’ll continue.”

Sam had made a whole pot, so all I had to do was pour myself a mug and return. There was no space to join her on the armchair, so I took a seat on the nearest couch and sat back. I patted the seat beside me, and Sam got out of her armchair, bringing both her coffee and the blanket she’d had across her lap. Settling in beside me and allowing me to tuck her underneath my arm, she spread the blanket over both of us and puckered up to resume our little makeout session.

I kissed her warmly, but not passionately. I didn’t want to start something that would lead to sex right here on the couch or anything, and when she pulled back, I gave her a serious look and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Sam blinked at me a couple of times and frowned. “Why would you think something was wrong?”

I shrugged. “It’s our day to sleep in and yet you’re out here, staring out the window, deep in thought and not looking too happy about it.”

“I’m fine, and I could say the same for you.”

I shrugged. “Woke up and had to pee. I’d have gone back to bed except you looked like you could use a hug.” I squeezed her for emphasis.

“I’m fine,” she insisted.

I just stared her down, a skeptical look on my face.

She cracked first, pursing her lips and turning away from me abruptly. “It’s nothing.”

“I don’t know what it is, but I know it’s not ‘nothing’.”

“It’s nothing,” she insisted.

“Okay well now I know it’s about me.”

Sam whipped her head back around to me, her expression as good of a confirmation as any, and I sighed.

“Please tell me this isn’t about me choosing a favorite BTC girl.”

She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter. I already know it’s not me.”

“I don’t have a favorite.”

“Don’t you?” Sam arched an eyebrow and extended her chin forward in the direction of the master bedroom I had shared last night with Naimh.

“I don’t choose favorites. I love you all.”

“That’s a politician’s answer, or a parent’s answer when they tell you they don’t have a favorite child. elvankent iri göğüsleri olan escortlar They do.”

I frowned. “You’ve got two older siblings, right?”

Sam pursed her lips and looked away again.

I searched my memory and finally snapped my fingers. “Rachael’s a senior in college, and John is in medical school.”

Sam shook her head in the negative. “Your memory is a year behind. John already graduated; he’s a resident in Boston. Rachael’s in her first year at Stanford Med.”

I smiled. “Two doctors in the family. Your parents must be proud.”

“Proud of them, maybe. They’re gonna be disappointed when they don’t get a third.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I’m not as smart as they were.”

“You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. You’re certainly smarter than me. And is that what this is about? You’ve spent a lifetime in the shadow of your successful older siblings and you’re feeling like you don’t measure up?”

“Don’t armchair psychoanalyze me, Dr. Freud.”

I raised both hands momentarily before wrapping her up in a hug. “No psychoanalysis. Just love.”

She pursed her lips and resisted my embrace for a moment, but eventually gave in and let me hug her. She set her head down on my shoulder and sighed. Eventually, she took a deep breath and muttered, “It’s not that I feel like I don’t measure up. It’s that I don’t really know what to DO.”

“Don’t know what to do about what? Is it something I can help with?”

Sam looked up at me sadly, shook her head, and set it back down on my shoulder. “Not when my ‘nothing’ is entirely ABOUT you. It’s you I don’t know what to do about.”

I thought about that for a moment, parsing her words and trying to understand their meaning.

“Everything’s just gotten so crazy over the last few months, and I know a lot of it is my fault,” she explained. “In a way, I liked things when they were so much simpler. The six of us teased you, flirted with you, but never actually did anything substantial. If things had stayed that way until the end of the year, we could have parted as friends and never had any regrets.”

I frowned and looked down at her. “You saying we can’t still part as friends and not have regrets?”

She rolled her eyes up to me. “The friends part, I’m trying really hard to maintain. But there are already regrets.”

“Like what?”

“I never should have taken your virginity, for one.”

I blinked. “Oh.”

“For one thing, that was the big line that could never be uncrossed. If I hadn’t done that, maybe Alice wouldn’t have left. Maybe we’d still be the same BTC I loved for the last few years. Maybe we’d all still be teasing you while getting backrubs on Matty’s Chair and nothing more than that.”

“Maybe someone else would’ve crossed the line and we’d still be exactly where we are today. Only then you wouldn’t have been my special first, the one I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”

Sam looked up at me, and I gave her such a warm smile that she couldn’t help but lean in and let me kiss her again.

“I meant what I said back then,” I told her sincerely. “I don’t regret it in the slightest. You were my Venus, my Aphrodite. Still are.”

She pursed her lips. “But not your favorite.”

I sighed. “I don’t HAVE a favorite.”

“Yes you do. It’s whoever goes LAST. Zofi’s got the right idea. By accident, she figured out the male psyche better than anyone else.”

“Zofi?” I asked in confusion.

Sam sighed. “Last night, while Neevie was screaming, ‘Fuck my arse, fuck my arse, fuck my arse’ at the top of her lungs, Zofi and I got to talking. I wound up thinking I made a huge mistake taking your cherry. In this race, it seems that the last one wins.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. “I’m not following.”

Sam shrugged. “You’re a guy. Underneath the safe, nice guy exterior… you’re still a guy. You’re patient and kind and pretty damn amazing, but you’re still male, which means that you get distracted by whatever shiny bauble passes by.”

My furrowed eyebrows didn’t rise. “I’m still not following.”

“Okay, well then maybe you’re not so awesome.”

I chuckled and pecked her forehead. “I’m trying here.”

“I know you are. The POINT is: your favorite is always gonna be the one you have immediately in front of you. And the one you want is always gonna be the one you haven’t had YET. Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you were making out with Mari on the couch during the movie while I was riding you. I saw the look in your eyes when we took off that sleep mask on Saturday and you realized Zofi was blowing you. I see the way you look at her now that you’ve already bagged the other four of us.”

I frowned. “I’m not in love with Zofi, not remotely.”

Sam shrugged. “Didn’t say you were. I just meant that she’s the one you want the most now, because she’s the only one you haven’t had yet.”

I looked away, waggled my head, and said, “Okay, the horny male part of me definitely wonders what sex with Zofi would be like, and the unknown will always be enticing. But etimesgut götü büyük escortlar that doesn’t mean Zofi’s my favorite or anything like that.”

“No, like I said: Your favorite is always the one you’re with, right in front of you. It’s in your nature. When Mari first let you suck on her nipples while jacking you off, she was your favorite right then. When Belle first gave you a blowjob, she was your favorite. And when I first fucked you, I was your favorite.”

I frowned. “I think you’re somehow trying to define the word ‘favorite’ as ‘whoever just gave me an orgasm’. But it doesn’t work that way.”

“You saying I wasn’t your favorite when I gave you a blowjob on the mountain? And that Neevie wasn’t your favorite when she let you fuck her ass last night?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I told you: I don’t pick favorites.”

“And I told you: I believe that as much as I believe it when my parents tell me they don’t have a favorite child.”

I didn’t respond immediately, other than to raise both eyebrows. Sam shook her head and turned away from me again. I took a deep breath, collecting my thoughts while Sam stared out toward the window collecting hers as well. But eventually, she spoke first.

“Who do you think is the prettiest in the BTC?” she asked out of the blue, turning back to face me.

“WHAT?”

“It’s not me then. If it was me, you would’ve just told me.”

“I’m not picking favorites.”

“You think it’s Neevie, of course. I mean, the way you always look at her? Please. She’s gorgeous.”

“You know you’re gorgeous too.”

Her eyes dimmed a little. “But is that all that there is to me? A hot body and nothing else?”

“You’re my friend.”

Tears immediately came into Sam’s eyes as she looked away from me. But she turned back to face me just as suddenly, asking, “Will I ever be MORE than a friend? Could you even consider me as your girlfriend?”

“We have The Rule specifically to–“

“Do you love me?” she cut me off.

“Sam, I–“

“It’s a simple question,” she cut me off again. “Do you love me?”

Sensing a trap, I nevertheless replied, “Yesss…”

“Do you love me as much as you love Belle?”

I pursed my lips and shook my head. “Belle’s different. She’s–“

“Like your little sister, uh-huh, I got the memo already,” Sam cut me off again. “Do you love me as much as you love Neevie?”

I frowned. “You’re trying to make me pick favorites again.”

“Do you?”

“Sam, I–“

“Do you love her more because she let you fuck her ass?”

“I’m not–“

“You know yesterday, on the mountain, I said, ‘I love you’ like ten seconds after you came in my mouth. You know what you immediately said back to me?”

“‘Love you, too’?”

“Exactly. And yet right now when I ask, your answer is completely different.”

“No it isn’t. You asked if I loved you and I said ‘yes’.”

“Your TONE was completely different.”

“Well the circumstances are completely different.”

“I know. I didn’t have your dick in my mouth ten seconds ago. And you know what that tells me?”

I winced. “What?”

Sam raised both eyebrows. “That your love for me IS dependent on the stuff I can do for you.”

“Sam–“

“No, don’t apologize for it. It’s okay. That’s just how the world works. When I get straight A’s, my parents love me more. If I don’t get into med school, they won’t love me as much. I don’t ask them to apologize for it. That’s just reality.”

“Sam, please. I’m sorry if you feel that–“

Throwing the blanket off our laps, my Aphrodite sprang off the couch and took two steps away from me. “I told you, don’t apologize. If there’s one thing I really do hate about you, it’s that you’re always saying sorry for things you don’t need to say sorry for.”

I bit my lip before saying I was sorry, but she seemed to sense that impulse in me and raised her eyebrows expectantly. Instead, I gave her a serious look and said, “I DO love you. You will ALWAYS be special to me.”

“I’m only ‘special’ because I got your cherry. If Alice had gotten there first and I’d been second, SHE’D be the special one you’d remember for the rest of your life. See? Conditional love.”

“Sam, I–“

“Don’t apologize!” she warned me.

“I wasn’t going to apologize.”

“Because you don’t need to. This is just the way it is. And I’d appreciate if you stop trying to convince me it isn’t. This isn’t about my parents, and it’s not even about you and me. Right now, I just need to sort out in my head what I really want most from life, and what I’m willing to do to get it.”

“And what do you really want?”

“I want YOU, you stupid blockhead! I want to love you and be with you and have you all to myself!” Sam thrust her arms at me. “The only problem is, there are at least two other girls in this very house who want you too, if not all four of them, and maybe five if I count Alice. But I ALSO want to keep my friends, and THAT’S why I wound up sitting here all alone way too fucking early in the morning wondering what the hell I should DO!”

Belle’s ankara çıtır escortlar voice cut in, saying, “That’s exactly what the rest of us want, too.”

I whipped my head behind me and over to the stairs, where Belle sat quietly about halfway up. Mari was still up in the loft itself, but was leaning over the railing.

“I want Matty, that’s clear,” Naimh stated evenly from the doorway to the master bedroom, causing me to turn my head over the opposite shoulder. “But not at the expense of the BTC. I love him. I’ve been in love with him since I met him. But you’re my best friends, and I SWORE I would never betray you.”

Zofi stepped away from the doorway to the second bedroom, wrapped up Sam in a warm hug and physically pulled her over to the couch before dumping both herself and Sam beside me, with Sam in the middle so I could hug the blonde as well.

Sam endured our hugs, hanging her head down and taking deep breaths. But eventually she picked her head up and twisted around to look at the others. “I’m sorry we woke you,” she mumbled rather despondently.

Naimh shrugged as she came over to us. “Walls are thin. Not your fault.”

Sam sighed. “I’m sorry for even thinking of taking him away from the rest of you.”

“Weren’t you just telling him not to apologize for things that are just the way they are?” Belle chided as she came down the stairs. “You didn’t say a thing that we haven’t all thought at one point or another. Thankfully, I know we’re all smart enough to judge our friends by their actions, not their fantasies.”

“And we’re BEST friends,” Zofi said encouragingly while hugging Sam tightly, “which means we TALK to each other about our feelings and work together to find solutions instead of burying those feelings and letting them fester. Right?”

Sam had moisture in her eyes as she nodded. “Right.” She hugged Zofi back.

I wrapped my arms around both of them. Naimh joined the pile a moment later, and then Belle and Mari as well.

We were the BTC. We’d work it out.

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The plan had been to sleep in, have breakfast, and then walk down to the snowy beach to build snowmen. We didn’t do any of that stuff, at least not right away, not even breakfast.

The group hug and the ensuing discussion had been quite cathartic. In many ways, it wasn’t so different from that afternoon when Alice crawled into my lap, started making out with me, and asked with deadly seriousness if I was in love with her, and then one-by-one the other girls all did the same. The purpose had been to get all of our cards on the table, for everyone to honestly express their feelings, and as far as I could tell, everyone did exactly that.

At least I didn’t have to worry about accidentally revealing most of the secrets Mari had told me that night. The girls said those things themselves.

Belle told her fantasies of marrying the boy next door and never feeling alone again for the rest of her life, which contrasted with the sexual joy she’d found in watching me fucking everyone else. Sam knew Belle was a voyeur, of course, but had actually kept secret that Belle had been hiding in the closet for that first encounter. The girls got a laugh out of that when Belle admitted what she’d done. And Naimh admitted it was a relief to hear Belle say aloud that she’d rather watch me fucking everyone than keep me all to herself.

Naimh admitted to fantasizing about being my one and only girlfriend, to which all four of the others collectively said, “We know.” Naimh blushed bright pink, for some reason thinking she’d done a good job of hiding that part. “I thought you all actually believed I was just horny and wanted to bang him, not make him fall in love with me and leave the BTC.”

Sam rolled her eyes and drawled, “No, we knew.”

Zofi was up next, but her turn didn’t last very long. She made plain that she WASN’T in love with me. “So that’s one less girl you need to worry about, at least.”

Mari went next, and she rather shyly admitted, “Yes, I’m in love with him too.”

Belle frowned. “Wait, you never told me that.”

“Of course I am. C’mon, seriously. Matty’s amazing. I love him for the same reasons the rest of you love him. I get butterflies in my stomach when he smiles at me. I fall asleep at night wondering if he’s thinking about me. I jill off at night imagining him thrusting deep inside me. It’s just that… well… I could never talk to you about it before. You always had dibs on him first.”

Belle’s shoulders sagged. “I never called ‘dibs’.”

“You didn’t have to. You’re my best friend. I would never do anything to come between him and you. Team Belle!” She actually pumped her fist in the air. “And isn’t that the point of all this? Everyone getting their true feelings out in the open while at the same time making it abundantly clear we’d never betray the BTC by taking him away from the others? The solution is obvious: We’re gonna have to share him, which… haven’t we already been sharing him for the past few months? What’s the difference?”

“The difference is that we’re open and honest with each other,” Sam stated seriously. She took a deep breath and added, “I wasn’t being honest, with all of you or with myself. I’m probably still going to feel jealous when he gets a night alone with one of you like last night with Naimh. And I’m probably still gonna do stuff to make me feel like his favorite from time to time. But I promise I’ll work on that.”

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