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I picked my head up and gave her a thankful look. "You're taking this rather well."

"This has definitely been one of the most unique encounters of my life. I'll never forget the guy who stopped me from impaling myself on his dick right at the front gates." She sighed. "And I'll never forget getting stuck with the female equivalent of blue balls. I really WAS hoping for a few more spectacular orgasms."

With that, Holly pecked my cheek and started getting off the bed, glancing around for her clothes. But I reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging gently.

"Turns out I AM saving myself for the BTC, but that doesn't mean I can't give you a few more spectacular orgasms. You never did teach me anything in the art of cunnilingus."

Holly smiled and allowed me to pull her back onto the bed and push her into a reclining position while I slid my head down between her spread legs. "I don't need to teach you anything. You really are a natural."

"Then let's just say I'd like to get more practice, if you don't mind."

Holly giggled, put her hand on the back of my head. "I don't mind at all."

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- CHAPTER 3: Study Breaks -

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"So what happened then?" Belle's eyes flicked to the prominent bulge in my shorts, but she quickly returned her attention to my face.

I shrugged, folded my arms behind my head, and reclined back against the headboard in her bedroom. Only an hour earlier I'd sent Holly home un-fucked but satisfied nonetheless. I took a shower, felt the need to talk to someone, and walked next door to see Belle.

"I ate her out until she pushed my head away and curled up on her side, just like before. She actually tried to teach me for five minutes, telling me to go softer or harder or to push another finger inside her. But after her first orgasm she kinda got incoherent, so I just went to town making up stuff as I went."

"Well she obviously enjoyed it."

I nodded. "When she finally recovered, she took one look at my throbbing erection and pounced on it. She said she wanted to try deep-throating me, but she kept choking and couldn't quite pull it off."

"Was your dick too long or too fat?"

"I, uh, I dunno. I didn't stop to ask."

Belle laughed.

"In the end I came in her mouth, she swallowed it all, and then gave me a quick peck on the lips and said thanks for a fun evening. We got dressed and she left. That's it."

"That's it? Did you make any plans to hook up again? Maybe go on a date?"

"A date? Didn't you hear the whole part about how she's not into having steady boyfriends?"

Belle shrugged. "One date does not make a steady boyfriend. I'm just saying, if the whole night was that enjoyable for both of you, one would think you'd talk about doing it again."

I shook my head. "Not a good idea. She'd want to have sex, and I'd have to turn her down again, and she really didn't like the feeling of rejection."

"Yeah, exactly why DID you reject her?" Belle screwed her face up. "I mean, when the rest of us went home last night, I assumed you were going to wake up this morning an ex-virgin."

I averted my eyes and shrugged. "I just told her I wasn't ready yet. That I had performance anxiety and couldn't go through with it."

"Yeah, you said that. But knowing what I know about Holly, she would've just tried to convince you otherwise. Believe me, that girl was HOT to get you buried deep inside her pussy last night, and all you'd have to do was lay there and let her ride you. If you popped off early, so what? She'd just suck you hard so you could try again. I can't believe she'd back off with so simple a deflection. And then despite your rejection, things were patched up enough that you still went down on each other afterwards. So what DID you say to her?"

"That was it," I lied, shaking my head. "I told her I wasn't ready, and she wasn't going to rape me or anything, so she accepted it. And maybe I really am that good at eating pussy that she was happy to settle for a few more oral orgasms. Simple as that."

"Matty, this is me. I can tell when you're hiding something."

"Belle, seriously."

"Alright, alright, I won't push you. Yet." She got a teasing smirk on her face that let me know she was going to worm the truth out of me eventually.

I sighed, trying to figure out how I was going to hide the truth. I knew the idea that I was saving myself for the BTC would be a bomb that could fracture the whole group. The girls might feel obligated to have one of them put out for me, which could start a chain reaction of them squabbling about which one of them should get my cherry (Neevie, maybe? Hopefully?) and disrupt the balance of the group for the same reasons none of them was allowed to date me. And let's say one of them started having sex with me, then maybe one or more of the others would want to because it would only be "fair", and girls could get jealous about that sort of thing, right? And even if some of them started having sex with me, maybe some of them would NEVER want to have sex with me, and the pressure of hanging out with a guy you KNOW wants to have sex with YOU could strain my relationships with them and ruin the comfortable, "safe" bond that we'd formed over the years. And that didn't even consider the peer pressure part the girls had already discussed about feeling obligated to "keep up".

I'd explained all this to Holly and asked her to not tell Sam the exact reason I'd turned her down. Holly had offered to lie and claim she DID get my cherry, and I'd been sorely tempted to take her up on that offer. But the idea of going around pretending I'd lost my virginity - and then somehow answering the avalanche of questions I'd get from the BTC about said de-virginization without losing my mind - did not appeal.

Fortunately, Belle was no longer scrutinizing me and didn't notice my contemplative state. She looked pretty contemplative herself, reclining on one side across her bed propped up on one elbow and holding her cheek in her palm.

"So what was it like?" she asked quietly, without looking at me.

"What was what like?"

"Oral. What did it feel like to have her mouth on you?"

I grinned at the memory. "It felt incredible."

"Better than masturbation?"

"WAY better."

Belle shivered, and I noticed the way her nipples started poking through her sweater. I also noticed the way her free hand drifted down from her hip, rubbing her thigh as it moved closer to her crotch.

"You imagining Holly putting her mouth on me?" I asked quietly. "Maybe imagining you putting your mouth on me?"

"Matty!" she yelped and gave me a scandalized look.

"Imagining ME going down on YOU?"

"MATTY."

I arched an eyebrow. "Ah, I see. Imagining Holly going down on you."

She sat up and threw a pillow at me while I laughed.

"Hey, fair's fair. You girls are always teasing me."

She pursed her lips and mused on that. "You're right. We do." Sitting up straight, the petite strawberry-blonde crossed her legs and leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. And in a sensuously thick voice, she began, "Fine, I admit it. I AM fantasizing about putting my mouth on you, and this isn't the first time. I fantasize about sucking your big, throbbing dick a lot, actually. Two weeks ago, we were eating dinner with my dad. I pictured myself crawling underneath the dining table and cramming every last inch of your beautiful cock between my lips and giving you the most incredible blowjob until you filled me with gallons of sperm. But in MY dreams, I can do the deep-throat Holly couldn't quite pull off. I'd be better for you than she was."

"Okay, okay, you can stop now." I averted my eyes and held up my hands defensively. "You've made your point."

Breathing hard, Belle slid one hand beneath the hem of her sweater, which was tight enough for me to see the outline of her fingers inching upwards until she'd started cupping one of her own D-cup breasts, all while adding, "And yeah, I was imagining you going down on me. You have no idea how many nights I lay awake, fingering myself while imagining you and your long tongue are between my thighs."

"Belle..." I warned.

"I'm so jealous of Holly, you know that? She actually got to feel you cumming down her throat while I can only fantasize."

"Belle," I said a little more strongly.

"Do you realize how many times I've wished you'd come lick ME to an orgasm?" Belle's other hand slid into her crotch. "And then fucking HOLLY... who you barely even know... got what, six from you? Seven?"

"BELLE. Stop it." I barked quite loudly, grabbing one of her pillows and throwing it at her. "The teasing's not fun anymore."

She'd pulled her hand out of her sweater to block the pillow, and now sat up straight as well. In a challenging voice, she intoned, "Who's teasing?"

"Hell, B. You don't need to make up crazy shit like that just to mess with me."

She gave me a serious look. "I didn't make up a thing."

I blinked twice and frowned at her. "What?"

She repeated, more slowly this time so she could enunciate each word, "I didn't make up a thing."

I kept blinking and shook my head, not quite believing what she was telling me. "Seriously?"

"Is it really such a surprise? We ALL fantasize about you. Just like YOU fantasize about us, don't you?"

"That's different. I'm a guy."

"And what, girls don't fantasize? Please, I ring Baby Belle at least three times a week," she scoffed.

"But you never said anything like THAT before. All the stuff about crawling under the dining table while your dad was there, that shit was real?"