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"You're not demanding. It's my choice," I assured her. "I love you guys. And I may not be the boyfriend of anyone in the BTC, but I am committed to the BTC. You are my friends. You are my LIFE. I belong to you, so you know what? I've changed my mind. If an outside girl approaches you and asks permission to come try to seduce me, the answer is 'no'. Don't give them that permission. You can tell them I'm taken."

Sam frowned. "Taken by whom? Unless you're somebody's boyfriend, girls will always see you as fair game."

"Fine then." I shrugged. "Tell them I'm the BTC's boyfriend."

Mari frowned. "But then they'll think we're all sleeping with him or something."

"They already think we're all sleeping with him," Naimh pointed out.

"Which is one reason guys don't hit on us quite as much as they used to," Sam sighed.

"That's a good thing if you ask me," Zofi put in. "It's nice to not get harassed quite so much. You said you don't mind if I tell people you're my boyfriend, Matty? I just may take you up on that."

"Wait, if we make you our public boyfriend," Naimh chimed in eagerly, "does that mean we can do boyfriend/girlfriend stuff with you?"

"Nobody dates Matty: that's The Rule," Sam stated firmly.

"Fine," Naimh huffed.

"But I do like the idea of declaring Matty off-limits," Alice said. "Inside the club, nothing changes, but to the outside world, we tell people he's the BTC's property."

"I don't like that idea," Belle growled. "He's not property."

"I really don't mind," I assured her. "I meant everything I said about being committed to the six of you. I belong to you. I belong to the BTC."

And so it was agreed.

****

The next Monday, Sam whispered things into the right ears and the news spread like wildfire through the school. The notion that I was the collective "boyfriend" of six hot girls blew some people's minds, and started a whole new round of guys coming up to ask me if I was fucking all of them. This time, my new go-to response was, "No comment."

For half of the guys asking, they took that as a "yes" and proceeded to congratulate me. I didn't bother going through the effort of correcting them.

Conversely to its intended function, I felt like I started getting MORE attention from girls instead of less. I noticed a lot more stares in my direction from females of all shapes and sizes, wondering exactly what it was about me that could satisfy SIX girls at the same time. It didn't help that a rumor got started that I'd scrambled Holly's brains out just before the "BTC's Boyfriend" declaration, which made it seem like I'd been banging all six of the girls for years, and it was only when I went astray that they felt the need to lock me down and declare me off-limits.

To their credit, the girls took everything in stride. Like Naimh said, everyone already thought I was banging all of them, so there wasn't much of a change in the way they were treated. Interacting with people outside the club, they probably got a few more inquisitive questions and comments for a week or two, but those died out pretty fast.

Interacting inside the club, things went back to normal, and in many ways better than normal as far as I was concerned. The girls all seemed to like the idea that I was their collective "boyfriend", and even though we all understood it was an empty title, as the weeks went on it seemed to me they were individually starting to treat me the way they would treat an actual boyfriend, even in public.

They'd always been flirtatious and handsy with me in private, but those little PDA touches started to creep into daily life. Zofi started holding my hand as we walked down the hallway between classes, a shy smile on her face. She really did like the idea of calling me her boyfriend. Sam got in the habit of kissing me in the parking lot at the end of school days. Naimh liked to sit in my lap during lunch, hand-feeding me grapes or doing other sorts of attentive, "girlfriendy" things, which fulfilled a half-dozen fantasies I'd long had about the gorgeous redhead being my actual, official girlfriend. And all these things started to really cut down on the amount of hassle the girls went through on a daily basis, at least while I was around. Random guys seemed to hit on them less than they used to, whereas in the old days, guys would walk up to proposition the girls whether I was there or not.

The makeout session barrier also seemed to have been broken that day I'd told each of the girls I wasn't saving my virginity for them. Sam was the first to take advantage Monday afternoon during a group study session at Belle's. There were only four of us around for that one: me, Sam, Belle, and Mari. Sam was getting frustrated with some problem in her homework, decided she needed a study break, climbed into my lap, and stuck her tongue into my mouth. Belle called party foul but Sam pointed out she wasn't doing anything we hadn't all done together as a group of 7, so everything was, quote, "still in balance".

Belle complained that SHE was personally out of balance since she didn't get to make out with me, but Sam dismissed that as a particular Matty/Belle issue and not a BTC issue.

Mid-kiss, Sam suddenly jerked upright and exclaimed, "I got it!" She scrambled out of my lap in a hurry, grabbed her pencil, and started scribbling at hyper speed. Mari was quick to take advantage and climbed into the recently-vacated spot in my lap to "study break" with me next. And the curvy Latina got so turned on, she pulled my hands up so I could cup and fondle her breasts.

The rest of the group found out the next day (the girls shared everything with each other, it was an unwritten rule), so Alice and Naimh came over to my house so they could have "study breaks" as well. And on Friday afternoon, all seven of us ended up at my house to hang out, grill dinner, and do a LOT of kissing. Sam even managed to dry hump herself to an orgasm while mashing her bra-clad tits into my face.

The weather had turned colder, so Mother and I had drained the pool. But the girls still hung out at my big empty house, and the circular in-ground hot tub big enough for eight people remained in use, so I still had plenty of opportunities to see them in skimpy bikinis.

It was in one of those hot tub makeout sessions that Naimh decided to shove her hand beneath my trunks and wrap her fingers around my shaft. Perhaps she thought the hot tub water would obscure her actions, which may have been true. But my eyes had gone pretty wide, and the rather obvious way her elbow pistoned up and down made it clear to everyone else she was giving me a hand job and not merely rubbing my package. Belle was the first to notice my deer-in-the-headlights expression, and she swept all the bubbles aside, stared down through the water, and exclaimed, "You're actually holding his dick!"

Rather than get upset, Sam looked over, shrugged, and drawled, "Fine, Neevie's giving him a wristy. Just don't make him pop. I call 'next'."

It's not like all the other girls immediately stuck their hands into my shorts from that day forward. But what Mari said about peer pressure was true. It's not that the girls would actually pressure each other to do more and more aggressive things, but once a door had been opened by one of them, it was much easier for the rest of them to go through.

For a girl who up until a week ago had only seriously kissed me half a dozen times, Mari really loved our makeout sessions. She started kissing me seemingly every chance she got. Meeting up at my house or Belle's after school? Straight into a kiss hello. Need a study break a half-hour later? Onto the nearest bed or couch so she could stick her tongue down my throat. And she wasn't shy about pulling my hands onto her ass or tits, giving me permission to grab and fondle away.

And oh did she have a body worth fondling. Mariangel had stopped growing any taller at the end of freshman year. That left her on the shorter side of average, although still a good several inches taller than Belle. She'd definitely been on the thick side at the beginning of high school, but over the last two years she had progressively gotten in better and better shape. As she matured, it felt like her curves tightened rather than filled out like the others. She'd actually lost twenty pounds since sophomore year and turned into quite the hottie with an exaggerated hourglass shape. Her 36DD tits weren't quite as big as Sam's, but on her shorter frame they definitely looked more out of proportion. And she had a classic Salma Hayek quality booty.

After Naimh and Sam, I never would have guessed shy Mari would be the next BTC girl to put her hand in my shorts. But one Thursday afternoon we got a little carried away on Belle's bed during a "study break". One minute we were French kissing like mad while she lay on top of me, both my hands gripping her big booty outside her shorts. The next minute she stopped grinding her crotch on my boner, she slipped off to one side of my body, and her hand shoved down beneath my waistband so she could wrap her fingers around the bare skin of my cock.

"Oh, shit," I groaned as I broke our lip-lock and let my head fall back. Confused, I asked, "Mari?"

The lovely Latina heard the aroused heat in my voice, the tone exciting her rather than scaring her. Giggling, she answered, "Yes, it's me."

In amazement that shy little Mari was doing this to me, I lay back and absorbed the sensations of what she was doing to me. For her part, she focused on jacking my cock in her small hand for about a minute before ducking her head to start kissing me again.

If Mari did nothing more than that, I would have been happy. Making out was fun, and I had no expectations of getting off. I always saved these encounters in my memory for later masturbation fodder, and assumed this afternoon would be no different.

I assumed wrong.

Mid-kiss, Mari suddenly pulled both her lips off my mouth and her hand off my dick. Sitting up, she quickly ripped her sweater over her head, baring her bra-clad boobs to my hungry gaze. Others had done the same sort of thing, and Sam had made cramming my face into her cleavage a personal fetish, but Mari took it a step further by unclasping her bra as well and tossing it aside. My eyes grew as wide as saucers at the sight of her big Double-Ds capped with crinkly brown nipples. She promptly cupped her right boob in her own hands, bent over, and fed the nipple right into my mouth.