The Big Tits Club Ch. 27-28

I blinked twice. "Oh."

"So don't worry about the door. I'm just so happy you're here, doing this for me. I really appreciate it, you know. I'm sure you'd rather be with Neevie or Belle getting your brains fucked out. Instead, you had to sit next to me for the last four hours watching me get all absorbed in the game with my dad. Sorry about that, by the way."

I shook my head and nuzzled her nose. "Don't be. I was happy to see you so happy."

"I was. Sitting with my two favorite men in the world. Now let me say 'thank you' properly."

With that, Zofi pecked my nose quickly and then slinked off the bed so she could kneel on the floor. Along the way, her hands grabbed at my jeans as she fiddled with the zipper and button.

"Whoa, whoa, your parents are right outside!"

"I KNOW. That's the point, remember?"

I grimaced. "Please tell me you're not gonna walk out the door with a pool of cum on your tongue just so you can show your mom."

Zofi frowned and then brightened. "That's not a bad idea, but no, not gonna do that."

"Zo-fi," I warned a little. "Remember the minivan."

"I do remember the minivan and I swear I'm not doing this trying to prove something to my mom." By now she was able to drag my jeans and boxers down to my ankles and start working them off my feet. "I'm doing this because I want to, alright? You're being such a good boyfriend for me and I genuinely wanna say thank you, alright? Do I need to get my dangling earrings?"

"Alright, alright, if you say you really want to. And no, you don't need to get the earrings."

Zofi beamed at me, an impish twinkle in her bright blue eyes that for some reason reminded me of the look her mom had given me in the kitchen. My dick was only half-hard from worry over Zofi's ulterior motives, but her agile left hand pumping my shaft and her supple lips nibbling on my mushroom head quickly had me growing up to full mast. And within a minute, the exquisitely beautiful brunette was bobbing her head up and down in my lap while I cradled her head and bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud.

The whole situation was rather surreal, with both of us still dressed in Niners gear. Seriously, I never expected to ever get a blowjob from someone wearing a Jerry Rice jersey. But I didn't hold myself back. Fearful of getting caught, I didn't want to prolong the encounter any more than necessary. Fortunately, the view of such a gorgeous creature of femininity staring up at me with her beautiful blue eyes while lavishing her oral love all over my elongated schlong had me ready to blow in just a few minutes.

"Zofi... Zofi..." I moaned, unable to completely keep quiet. "I'm gonna... gonna... uuuunnnnngggghhh..."

She had stopped bobbing her head in order to milk my shaft for my seed with just her left hand. Once I grunted, Zofi stopped pumping and pushed her face down a little deeper around my shaft, gulping as I began to feed her. At the same time, I gripped her head to keep her from backing away as I filled my "girlfriend's" sucking mouth with my steaming semen.

She swallowed every drop and even gaped her mouth at the end to show there wasn't anything left on her tongue. With a grin, the lissome brunette helped me pull my pants back up and then climbed onto the bed beside me so we could cuddle while sitting up against the wall.

"That was really nice," I complimented her. "You're getting better."

Zofi chuckled. "I've no interest in becoming the BJ Queen of the BTC, but thank you for the compliment."

"Want me to return the favor?"

"Nuh-uh," she replied with a shake of her head, resting against my chest with her left arm beneath my lower back and her right arm across my midsection. "Just hold me."

I held her.

"So why are you walking funny?" she asked, a little out of the blue. "I wanted to ask earlier but didn't want to put you on the spot in front of my parents in case it was something sex-related."

"Not sex-related," I told her. "Sam took me on a five-mile run this morning."

Zofi snorted and started laughing so hard she choked a little. When she finally recovered, she sat up and looked at me. "Really? Here I was thinking one of the girls decided to get revenge and stuck a dildo up your ass or something."

I blinked twice. "Uh, no. And if you want me to keep roleplaying your boyfriend that thought is to NEVER enter your head ever again."

Zofi started laughing even harder.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. When Zofi finally settled down and set her head against my chest again, I explained, "No seriously, Sam was in my kitchen chatting with Mother when Belle, Mari, and I came downstairs. For some reason, Mari got it into her head to explain all the sexual activities we'd gotten up to the night before, in great detail, in front of my mother, and--"

I had to stop because Zofi was laughing again, this time with actual tears coming down her cheeks. It took FOREVER for her to calm down again.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she apologized even while continuing to laugh like a hyena.

Finally, she wiped her eyes, and this time instead of laying her head down against my chest, she crossed her legs into a lotus position atop the bed as she faced me. With perfect upright posture, she gave me an amused look and asked, "So what happened then?"

I shrugged. "Sam said she wanted to go for a run. I was a little surprised. I mean, each of you gets a one-on-one with me this weekend and her bright idea was to go running?"

Zofi made a face and shrugged. "Makes sense, actually."

I frowned. "Makes sense?"

Zofi winced, and for a moment I think she realized she'd given something away. Her eyes went to the upper left corner as she stated a little unconvincingly, "Uh, well, she does go running every Sunday morning. If that was her timeslot it sorta makes sense she wouldn't want to completely break her routine."

"Somehow I don't think you really believe that." I sighed. "And then we had this awkward moment after getting back when I gave her a compliment. She kinda walked off, I went to take a shower, and when I got back, she'd already left."

"Oh, that makes sense then." Zofi frowned. "I mean, I thought you had a lot more cum than I'd have expected after an overnight with Belle and Mari, and then spending the morning with Sam. I had to keep swallowing for like, forever."

"Uh, sorry?"

Zofi giggled and waved me off. But then she took a deep breath, sighed, and gave me a sad look. "Still, I didn't think she'd... I mean, she'd talked about it but--"

Zofi's voice cut off as she covered her mouth and popped her eyes open, looking scared that she'd already said too much.

After already wondering what was going on with Sam this morning, and now having Zofi turn cryptic on me, I asked rather impatiently, "She'd talked about what?"

Zofi looked back at me, winced, and said apologetically, "I don't think it's really my place to say."

"Whatever you know, can you please tell me what's going on?"

"I really think this is a conversation you need to have one-on-one with Sam."

"Fine, I'll go over to her place right after this. But you can't let me walk in there blind." I turned both of my hands palms up. "Zofi... please... what's going on?"

Her grimace deepened. "I... Matty... She's my best friend. I can't tell you things she's said to me in confidence."

Pursing my lips, I took a deep breath and sighed. "Well maybe you can't tell me anything, but you can't stop me from speculating in front of you. Now I don't pretend to be the most perceptive guy on the planet (I know: serious understatement there), but let me try to connect the dots here."

Zofi frowned, not yet sure where I was going with this.

"One," I began while touching my right index finger to the tip of my left index finger, both hands otherwise closed into fists. "Neevie asks permission to date me and Sam insists she doesn't mind so long as Neevie doesn't take me away from the BTC."

Zofi shrugged like this was a non-starter.

"Two." I touched my right index finger to my left middle finger now. "Everything's fine for about a week, I go on my double-date with your parents, and you come over and have an amazing threesome with me and Neevie. I'm assuming you then had to call your best friend and give her all the details. I show up to school Monday morning and find out the rest of you, including Sam, have scheduled one-on-one dates with me for the following weekend, which is happening right now."

Zofi frowned and muttered, "I'm not sure where you're going with this."

"Three." Ring finger now. "Sam skips studying with Belle, Mari, and me on Monday. Now the previous time she missed a Monday, she came over after dinner hoping to just show up and get some great orgasms, which she did I'm proud to say. But then this past Monday, she came over in the evening and yet did NOT have sex with me. She spent the whole time chatting with my mother."

Now Zofi started to sweat a little. I could see in her expression that I was getting on the right track.

"Now the two of you did have a threesome with me on Wednesday, but if I'm being honest, she was basically making love with you while you both happened to be riding me at opposite ends. After that, the three of us teamed up on Neevie under the guise of making sure she felt taken care of before getting grounded this weekend. And then on Friday, I remember she gave me part of a blowjob while we had a group thing, but that's basically it - definitely not standard Sam participation."

"What are you getting at?" Zofi frowned.

"Four." I touched my pinky.

"Shouldn't it be five now?" Zofi interjected.

"Whatever, I don't give a shit." I held out both hands. "This morning Sam shows up early for our 'date', ends up talking to my mother (which, yeah, I know she's been doing a lot lately), runs me into the ground so I can barely walk let alone get an erection, and then takes off before I get out of the shower. So I really only see two possible explanations here."

Zofi furrowed her eyebrows and held out both of her hands, waiting for me to guess.

"First explanation (and perhaps I'm being super-egotistical here): Sam's in love with me, but she's jealous of my relationship with Neevie because well, we know she's got a jealous-slash-competitive streak. She thought she'd be fine with it, but as time went on, she realized she wasn't as fine with it. So she's withdrawing emotionally and doesn't want to be in love with me even though she is. And when I paid her a compliment after running, she got a little heartache and ran away."

Zofi closed her eyes, held up both index fingers, and wore a slightly pained expression that made me think there was a kernel of truth to what I was saying and yet at the same time had everything completely wrong. The urge to correct me on the things I had wrong was tearing her up inside, given the parameters of her friendship with Sam to not tell me the things her best friend had said in confidence. And finally Zofi muttered, "Ungh, uhhh... okay, okay... I figure I can at least tell you this much: she's not jealous of your relationship with Neevie. She said she'd be fine with it and really, she's fine with it."

I exhaled a sigh of relief.

Then Zofi asked, "What's your second explanation?"

"My second explanation? Uh, actually..." I frowned. "I'm not sure I have a second explanation. I mean... if I'm being paranoid... I guess I might think there was another guy involved."

Zofi's eyes got BIG.

I frowned at her reaction. "Wait... IS there another guy involved?"

She winced and shook her head in the negative quite vigorously, but didn't actually reply verbally.

I wasn't totally convinced, and now my mind started churning. "Well... if there WAS another guy involved... like maybe Sam's interested in him but doesn't yet know where things are going with him so she's kinda slow-playing the BTC still messing around with the rest of us so as not to give up the secret the way she usually tries to get away with this stuff for a couple of weeks before the guilt eats at her and she confesses all."

Zofi's face went a little white.

"It would at least explain why she's no longer using me as a booty call out of loyalty to some new guy, especially after you just said earlier you were surprised we didn't hook up this morning. Like, maybe she'd talked to you about cutting off the booty calls so she wouldn't feel so guilty about them, but you weren't expecting her to start already. And then when I complimented her, she felt bad about stringing me along and not telling me the truth so she ran away."

Again, Zofi closed her eyes and started making small gestures with both index fingers, wearing that slightly pained expression that told me there were at least a few things I had right. And the idea that I was even slightly right about another guy being involved made me feel quite... jealous.

I told myself immediately that I had no right to be jealous. I mean yeah, the whole school thought I was the BTC's boyfriend, but that didn't mean Sam was actually my girlfriend. Neevie was my committed girlfriend, on the other hand, so I would have every right to be jealous if she took an interest in another guy. Belle, likewise, had promised me she wouldn't hook up with any other guys at least until the end of the year. But nobody else had made me any such promises, most especially Sam. I mean, I sort of figured Alice wouldn't promise me her virginity and then go find some other boyfriend. Zofi was still playing the role of my girlfriend and telling me she'd asked her mom for birth control pills seemed to declare her intentions pretty well. And while Mari had promised me nothing, the way she talked about me being the only man who she felt safe with gave me a certain sense of both responsibility and... quite frankly... ownership.

But Sam had always been her own woman. She'd never asked my permission to hook up with other guys in the past, and nothing ever said between us would lead me to think she would feel the need to do so in the future. We were friends -- friends with benefits, yes -- but just friends. I had no right to feel jealous over her. And yet... I did.

And the more I thought about it, the more I realized it wasn't just because I'd miss the sex. I really cared about Sam. I really had feelings for Sam. And all of a sudden, I really, really wanted to see her tonight -- not just to get answers for her recent behavior -- but to make sure she was alright.

I had very strong feelings for Naimh.

I had very strong feelings for Alice.

I had very strong feelings for Belle.

I had very strong feelings for Mari.

I had very strong feelings for Zofi.

And I had very strong feelings for Sam.

Love?

I had no fucking clue what love really was. I'd thrown around the words like they were gummy bears -- and I had a whole barrel full of them in my house.

Love? Infatuation? A simple crush? Lust? Affection? Concern? Responsibility? Fondness? Attachment? Possessiveness?

I was an 18-year-old boy only a couple of weeks into my very first real dating relationship. What the fuck did I really know about love?

But whatever I felt, I knew I felt it for Sam.

"Zofi..." I began in a low, intense tone. "IS there another guy involved?"

Zofi winced. "It's not what you think."

I raised my eyebrows, my voice a warning, "Zofi..."

She quailed before me, looking both scared and apologetic at the same time. "I... uhhh..."

"Tell me there isn't someone else."

Zofi clenched her eyes shut and cowered.

I got off the bed and turned around, staring at her with both hurt and shock on my face. "Zofi, please."

Finally, in a quiet voice, she admitted, "Sam went out with a guy last night."

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-- CHAPTER 28 --

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I at least remembered to politely thank Zofi's parents for letting me join them and kept my cool until I got to the van. But although I left Zofi's house intending to drive straight over to Sam's place, by the time I came to my senses I found myself pulling into my own garage. I must've driven all the way home on autopilot, my mind elsewhere pondering ramifications and alternative scenarios and every last possible nightmare about what Sam and her mystery date had been up to last night.

Had they kissed?

Did she let him up her ass?

I realized I was being unfair to Sam, and for all I knew, the answers to my kaleidoscope of questions would prove to be completely innocent. But in the absence of information, my paranoid jealous brain was conjuring up the absolute worst-case scenarios.

Zofi had not been forthcoming, although in this case I truly believed it was because she didn't have the information I wanted, rather than hesitance to spill her BFF's secrets. She said she knew very little about the guy other than that he didn't even go to our school. Sam had told her it was nothing serious, and Zofi tried to reassure me that Sam cared about me a lot and would never do anything to hurt me, but the lack of further detail didn't quiet my suspicions.

Since I happened to be home, I figured I might as well change clothes. I already intended to show up without warning late on a Sunday afternoon and didn't want to make a bad impression showing up to Sam's parents' house in my Niners jersey. So I left the garage door up, headed into my bedroom at a brisk walk, and quickly changed into clean clothes.

Two minutes later I thundered down the stairs and abruptly came to a stop in the hallway to find Mother standing before me looking concerned.

"Oh, you're home," I said in surprise.

"Matthew, what's wrong?"

"Wrong? Why would you think anything's wrong?" I tried to step around her, but she cut me off.

"You braked hard enough to make the tires screech in the garage, slammed your bedroom door, and it sounded like a herd of elephants were coming down the stairs just now."

"I'm fine. It's nothing. Gotta go," I explained trying to get around her again.

Once again, Mother cut me off. "Matthew."

A lightbulb went off in my head, and I suddenly stopped trying to get around her. Furrowing my eyebrows, I folded my arms across my chest and asked, "Do you know anything about Sam going out with some guy last night?"

Mother frowned. "How did you find out about that?"

My eyebrows popped. "You DO know!"

"Of course I know. I set it up."

My eyes got BIG and my jaw dropped open. "YOU set up SAM on a DATE with some other guy?!? How could you?!?"

"Calm down, Matthew. It wasn't a date."

"I can't believe you would..." My voice trailed off as her words belatedly registered. "Wait, what?"

Rolling her eyes, Mother took me by the elbow and led me over into the living room where she sat me down on the sofa and took the wing chair opposite me.

"Last night, Samantha met up with the son of one of my partners at the firm," she explained. "He's a third-year at Stanford Law School and it was not, as you say, a 'date'."

I blinked a few times as I processed that information. In the end, all I managed was a stupid sounding, "Oh."

Mother gave me a wry grin. "Were you really worried so much?"

"Uh, well..."

"Samantha's not your girlfriend."

"I know that."

"One might say you've no right to be possessive of her."

"I know."

"I'm told that Naimh is now your official girlfriend, despite the fact that a revolving door of other girls have been coming in and out of your bedroom for the past few days."

"Yes, well she's... uh... Neevie is very open to sharing with her friends."

"So I understand."

I gave her a funny look. "I get the feeling you understand a lot more of my current sex life than a normal mother would."

"Your feelings serve you well."

I frowned. "Is there anything Sam HASN'T told you about my sex life?"

Mother shrugged. "Logic would dictate that I can't know what I don't know. But that said, Samantha has been very forthcoming in providing answers to any question I put to her."