The Big Tits Club Pt. 02 Ch. 07-08

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Breakfast started off quietly. Eva looked visibly uncomfortable and hungover, slouching in her seat and wearing a perpetual grimace. The sounds of silverware banging off the dishes as we ate made her wince. And she spent more time holding her head than eating.

This was the first time I'd ever seen Eva without makeup, as she must've scrubbed it all right off while taking a shower before breakfast. Gone were the heavy eyeshadow, the rose-tinted cheeks, and the dark lipstick. Her luxurious jet-black hair (still damp) had been pulled back into a functional ponytail, and she wore a borrowed Cal Berkeley sweater and Naimh's gray cotton shorts. Gone was her air of condescending indifference. I saw her this morning as an ordinary teenage girl, barely a month into her first year of college three thousand miles from home. She looked smaller, somehow, and certainly less intimidating. I didn't know whether or not she was showing us this side of herself because she felt comfortable enough to let down her walls, or simply because her head hurt too much to try keeping the walls up and she had no other choice but to let us see her as she was.

But then I reminded myself that she did have a choice. She could've taken her borrowed clothes and immediately excused herself to walk three doors down to Mrs. Morris's house to scrub off her makeup and feel hungover and miserable in the privacy of the room she shared with Lily. But instead she was still here, eating breakfast with us, letting herself look less than perfectly-put-together without worrying about what we might think of her.

Eva stayed with her friends. And I wanted to make sure she understood that we were all here for her.

Thankfully, Sam already seemed to be on the same page as me. That special quality she had to take time out of her busy schedule, drop everything else, and prioritize a friend in need had already come to the fore. Although Naimh had started making corned beef hash for breakfast (and Sam had finished making it), Sam went back into the kitchen to prepare bland soft-boiled eggs and white toast specifically for Eva's weakened stomach. She also went and switched our silverware for plastic cutlery that wouldn't bang so much and brought over two ibuprofen pills. I pulled the curtains closed at the window by the dining table to remove the glare and then grabbed a fleece blanket off the couch to wrap around Eva's shoulders. Naimh followed our lead by going into the kitchen to mix up "an Irish hangover cure", which turned out to be a cup of tea with honey.

Eva found her sense of humor enough to mutter dryly, "Thought Irish girls didn't get hangovers."

The redhead smirked, pointed both of her thumbs to her chest, and replied, "This Irish girl doesn't."

In the end, Eva ate a single piece of toast, drank a little bit of apple juice, and then took the mug of honey tea over to the armchair in the living room while wrapped up in the fleece blanket. She sat sideways with her legs hanging over the left armrest, leaned her head against the backrest, and closed her eyes. With her dark hair held up in the ponytail, the position exposed her long, graceful neck. And from my angle, I once again found that her form and figure reminded me very much of mój skarbie: my darling Zofi.

I was walking across the living room before I realized I'd even gotten up. Kneeling next to the right armrest, I was in the perfect position to reach up with one hand and gently trail my fingers down the back of Eva's head and neck. I'd made enough noise so that even with her eyes closed, she had to know someone had approached, so she didn't startle at my touch. She sighed lightly when I applied a little more pressure and began a neck massage. And a minute after that she twisted her torso forward to give me better access to her shoulders as well.

"Scoot up to the front of the seat," I told her softly.

Still with her eyes closed, Eva nodded and then turned to face forward and scoot up a bit. The armchair was wide enough for me to hop over and slot myself in right behind her with my legs outside of hers. And once I got myself situated, I was able to comfortably work with both hands to give her one of my famous backrubs while she hunched over, hugging the balled-up fleece blanket.

Eva groaned and moaned throughout the next ten minutes. I paused a couple of times to tell her to sip some tea or drink some water, and while each time I did so she grumbled like she didn't really want to, she admitted that she felt better afterwards.

Belle and Lily arrived then, hopping down the stairs as gleefully as if they were still in the bounce house. Lily giggled as soon as she spotted me giving Eva a backrub, shooting her arm into the air as she hollered, "I call 'next'!"

Eva immediately grimaced at the volume and bent over a little further.

"Oi! Not so loud," Sam scolded in a firm but quiet tone. "Matty's helping Eva deal with a bad hangover. Why don't you two come get breakfast and leave 'em alone for a bit."

"Oops. E kala mai. Sorry..." Lily mumbled apologetically.

Belle and Lily both settled down and took seats at the dining table. Lily kept shooting glances at me, eyes wide with wonder, and I didn't need to be a mind-reader to be able to tell she was thinking about all the "stuff" we'd been doing last night together. But she kept a lid on her enthusiasm in light of what was going on and didn't disturb us. And that left me free to focus on putting Eva at ease.

I must've put her a little too much at ease though, because after another ten minutes of neck and shoulder massaging she seemed to go limp in front of me. She was still bent over the balled-up blanket, her chin mashed into the fleece fabric. But all tension had gone out of her body and after leaning forward to listen to her steady breathing, I realized she'd fallen asleep.

I didn't want to wake her, of course, but I was also trapped on the armchair with no easy way to get out without jostling her. But I didn't really WANT to leave her anyways. I felt proud of myself for being able to do something to make her feel better despite the wicked hangover.

So instead of trying to extricate myself, I let her remain exactly as she was for another few minutes: sleeping peacefully. But as her slumber deepened, all strength left her body and her head started lolling over to the side. She startled just a bit at the feel of falling but remained asleep, the way I'd often seen one of the girls do when nodding off in the minivan during a long drive. And rather than let her head continue to loll around unsupported, I wrapped my arms around both her and the blanket and then gently drew her back against my chest.

Eva snorted just a bit, but her eyes remained closed. I gently pivoted her so that she was curled up in a fetal position on her left side, her cheek against my chest and still hugging the balled-up blanket. I used my right hand to support her shoulder and keep her steady. And then I relaxed, let my own head lean back, and closed my eyes.

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I must've nodded off myself, because the next thing I knew Eva was shifting in my grasp and I felt like I had drool leaking from the corner of my mouth and down my chin. I instinctively wiped at the unwanted moisture with my left hand, and a moment later Eva's head tilted up so she could look at me.

Our eyes met and I read nervous anxiety in Eva's irises even through the blue-tinted contacts, the kind of obvious worry that any teenage girl with self-esteem issues would feel wondering what a cute guy thought of them. I tried to project an aura of both confidence and safety while keeping my arms wrapped around her in reassurance. And after a moment she seemed to relax and then set her cheek down on my chest again.

"I fell asleep," she murmured as if it weren't obvious.

"We both did," I replied quietly before glancing up at the wall clock, which informed me that more than an hour had passed since the backrub.

"Where is everyone?" she asked, also glancing around the empty living room.

I cocked my ears, knowing that with the poor soundproofing in this house, the presence of any human being under this roof would be readily apparent no matter which room they were in. But it was as silent as a mouse, and I suggested, "They probably all went out rather than risk disturbing us."

"So we're alone for once," she mumbled softly... thoughtfully... and a moment later she looked up into my eyes with a touch of... hope?... in her eyes.

As I looked back down into Eva's eyes, I very much got the sense that she wanted me to kiss her right then, but I wasn't about to actually kiss her. I'd seen similar looks from ALL of the OG BTC girls over the years dating back to well before we actually started doing anything with each other, but I'd never taken the initiative to just lean in and kiss them - not back then, at least. Matty was the safe guy. Matty would never presume permission just based on a look. Matty would never kiss first and ask for forgiveness later.

I mean sure, I'd grab Sam, Belle, or Naimh and just plant my lips on any of them at any time the urge struck NOW (not to mention frequently availing myself of Sam's favorite method for being woken up), but we'd built agreed-upon intimate relationships where such blanket permission had already been confirmed. I had no such confirmation from Eva, and so I merely stared back into her eyes, welcoming her but not crossing that line myself.

Instead, I gave her a warm smile and asked, "Feeling better?"

She narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, looking thoughtful. Stretching her long legs out towards the coffee table, she took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly before relaxing and then sitting up straight. After bunching up the fleece blanket and then tossing it over onto the nearest couch, she planted her hands atop the armrests to help push herself into a standing position. Then, she stretched out her arms and let out a long yawn before turning back to face me and nodding slowly.

"Better," she finally answered before rubbing the center of her forehead with her middle finger and sighing. "Still feels like I never want to touch another drop of alcohol for the rest of my life, but better."

"I'm glad, although I'd recommend never challenging Neevie to a drinking contest ever again for the rest of your life," I told her with a smirk before taking a deep breath, planting my hands on the armrests, and pushing myself up to a standing position as well. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Eva's eyes narrowed as she asked rather venomously, "Are you expecting me to do something for you in return?"

I blinked and took a step back with such a look of shock and surprise that Eva immediately winced and covered her face with both hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean... That wasn't directed at... I... You're not... Ugh..."

She switched from covering her face to holding her head with both hands and then turned to walk away. She didn't get very far though, perhaps still feeling weak and wiped out. In the end she merely circled the coffee table to the couch on the other side and then dropped heavily onto it sideways, with one foot still on the floor and the other foot tucked beneath her butt. She planted an elbow atop the backrest and then let the side of her head fall heavily onto her palm.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again. "That anger wasn't meant for you."

"It's alright. I didn't take it personally," I said before exhaling and sitting back down on the armchair. "There's some history there, I'm sure."

"Some," she scoffed, keeping her gaze pointed away.

"Would you like to tell me about it?"

Eva pursed her lips and put on a familiar look: it was the silently dismissive expression implying that bringing herself to verbally reply wasn't worth her time or effort.

But I realized in that moment that I didn't want her to shut me out. My modus operandi with the girls had always been to let them set their own pace, never push their boundaries, or otherwise pressure them into doing anything they didn't actively want to do themselves. Yet I knew that if I passively accepted Eva's unwillingness to open up to me, she never would. I'd promised she'd never have to worry about me taking advantage of her, and I fully intended to uphold that promise, but I'd never said I wouldn't try and get her to at least talk to me, so with that in mind I took a deep breath and then switched gears.

"I'd like you to tell me about it, please," I stated in a gentle tone that nevertheless was more of a statement than a question. "I want to help you, but I can't do that if I don't understand what's going on."

Eva's eyes narrowed as she turned to glare at me. "I don't understand why you WANT to help me."

I shrugged. "We're becoming friends, aren't we? Friends help each other out."

"To what end? You're just biding your time, playing the 'nice guy' card while giving me backrubs and buttering me up until I eventually get to the point where I feel like I owe it to you to drop my panties."

The venom in her voice was back, and I swallowed the bile that had crept up my throat. "Is that what you really think of me? Or is that what some other guy from your past did to you and you're scared of me turning out like him?"

Eva pursed her lips and looked away again. Her chin slid over into the base of her palm and she shook her head slowly side-to-side. She didn't respond right away while I patiently waited her out. And eventually she turned to look back at me with a weary scowl on her face.

"I don't totally know what to think of you, alright?" she muttered wearily. "I'm still tired, and I've got a splitting headache, and I'm not in the mood to spend energy I don't have trying to figure you out right now, alright?"

"Alright," I said while holding my hands up in surrender. "If you don't want to have this conversation right now, we don't have to. The morning after a night of drinking will never be the best time for philosophical discussion. You're perfectly welcome to stick around here for as long as you like or go back home."

"And then what? I don't have any other friends and have nowhere else to go. Eventually I'll have to come back here, at a time when you and I aren't alone. You and the other girls will continue to be super-nice to me - nicer than I deserve, if I'm being honest - and I'm just gonna feel more and more pressured into falling in line like the rest and joining your personal harem."

I frowned. "There's no pressure to 'fall in line'. Haven't we all made clear that there's no requirement for you to--"

"Yeah-yeah-yeah," Eva cut me off while shaking her head. "It's a perfect line, by the way: the whole bit about nobody having to do anything they're not a hundred percent comfortable with. As a group, you all know how to put a potential target at ease and convince her there's no peer pressure to do anything. Meanwhile Belle spends all her time selling me and Lily on the joys of having your big dick filling her up and making a girl see God for the first time."

"I need to get that girl to dial it back a bit," I sighed.

"It's not just her. Neevie chants 'one of us' as if recruiting more girls into The BTC is her life's mission. And Sam is just so charismatic and confident while being sexy and smart I can't help but idolize her and want to follow her anywhere. The BTC is a fucking cult is what it is, and I can't believe I've been getting sucked into it as badly as I have."

"We're not a cult," I stated defensively. "Every single thing the four of us have ever said to you or Lily has been a hundred percent sincere. Nobody has to do anything they're not comfortable with. The girls DO enjoy the sisterhood of friendship they share with each other. Truth be told: all three of them are currently missing their best friends who went off to different colleges. Me too, actually - my best friend went to UCLA. We're all of us barely a month into our freshmen year of college: the perfect time to open ourselves up to meeting new people and making new friends. We're all nice to you because we like you--"

"No you don't," she retorted.

"Sure we do."

"You only put up with me because I tagged along with Lily."

I sighed. "There's a kernel of truth in there, I'll admit. You weren't the friendliest person to be around at first, and it took us a little while to figure out your vibe. You're defensive by nature, and I'm still trying to figure out why. I can only assume that someone - if not multiple someones - have hurt you in the past, and that makes me extra-careful to ensure that I don't hurt you in the present. I can't fully understand what you won't tell me, but I still want to find out."

"But why? Why waste your time and effort on me?" Eva grimaced and rubbed her temples again. "I can only assume it's because you still think you can eventually get into my panties."

"I can honestly say that getting into your panties is NOT on my priority list," I stated flatly. But when Eva instantly frowned, looking insulted, I winced and quickly added, "Not that you aren't hot enough to inspire such carnal lust. But seriously: I like you for you. You're intriguing. You're clearly intelligent. You're mostly considerate about not bothering other people save for that sardonic wit that turned out to be pretty funny once we got used to your sense of humor. And as you already pointed out: you don't seem to have other friends or have anywhere else to go."

She arched an eyebrow. "So I'm a charity project?"

"I see a girl who's a bit of a lost soul and has trouble trusting other people, but who's at least starting to trust this special group of girls that I live with, and I want to help her out if I can, yes."

"A pity project then," Eva stated sourly.

"Just a project," I assured her with as much kindness as I could. "Only because you don't always make it easy. But if this house can be a sanctuary for you, then I'm happy to absorb a bit of your acerbic mood. And I'm really NOT doing it trying to get an angle into your panties and I really wish you'd believe me about that."

"What I can believe is that with three sexy girlfriends plus MY roommate only too eager to swoon over you and crawl into your lap, you can afford to be patient and not prioritize getting into my panties."

I took a deep breath to calm myself and then exhaled slowly, composing my next words rather than just speaking off the cuff. "I'll readily admit that I have no need to hunt down opportunities for sex given that I have more than any man can truly keep up with as it is. I specifically deflected Lily all this time while trying to make clear that I'm not looking for any additional romantic complications. Sam, Neevie, and Belle combined? They're a handful."

Eva snorted. "You'll get no argument from me. But even so, every guy fantasizes about claiming new pussy."

"Not every guy," I argued. "The world is full of happily committed men who have pledged lifelong fidelity to their wives or girlfriends or partners."

Eva snorted again. "Sure, but if one of those wives went up to her husband and said, 'Hey honey, I'd love to see you grab this hot babe with big tits and fuck her brains out,' do you really think he'd say 'no'?"

I sighed and shrugged. "I can't speak for every man in the world, but having been in that position myself with Belle saying that sentence near-verbatim in trying to get me to fuck Lily, the truth is that I did say 'no'."

"Says the man who fucked Lily last night."

I frowned and shook my head. "No I didn't."

Eva rolled her eyes at me. "I heard you guys last night. This house has really thin walls, and I know what Lily sounds like when she's having an orgasm."

I held both hands up and insisted, "Lily and I did not have sexual intercourse last night."

"Bullshit."

I sighed and waggled my head a bit. "In all fairness, we did do... 'stuff'. But I swear: I didn't fuck Lily last night."