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"Hey, Matty?" Belle called. "Can you help me zip this up?"

It was the Saturday before Halloween, and even if kids wouldn't be trick-or-treating tonight, the members of the BTC were all dressing up for a party. There would be alcohol involved, so rather than let the girls drive themselves individually, I was going to pick them all up in my minivan and refrain from drinking myself so I could drive them all back home at the end of the night.

Belle had come over to my house already dressed in her costume: Jane from Disney's animated Tarzan. She had a yellow dress including the structured butt-bustle, white gloves, and a purple cravat with a white collar. A safari hat and yellow parasol completed the outfit, but the dress was super tight up the back (it wasn't designed to accommodate her bigger-than-normal bustline), and she couldn't quite get the zipper closed.

I turned away from the mirror as Belle walked into the bathroom. She spun around and I took hold of the back of the dress, tugging it closed and hooking it together. Belle gasped a little, as the top was pretty tight, and I paused to ask, "You sure this is the right size?"

"It's fine," she replied with shallow breaths. "Girls are used to suffocating themselves for the sake of beauty."

"You already know I think you're gorgeous, B. No need to make yourself uncomfortable to convince me."

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, Belle smiled and rolled her eyes. "I'm not trying to impress you. I need to look good for everyone at this party."

I shrugged. "Your funeral." Getting a tight grip of the zipper, I managed to slide it all the way up to the top. Belle held her chest and fought to get used to the constriction, reacting as if I'd put her into a corset.

"Sure I can't convince you to dress as Tarzan for me?" she asked one last time, having failed on the previous three requests.

I imagined wearing a brown loincloth and nothing else, immediately replying, "Hell no."

"C'mon. The girls would have a much easier time jerking you off."

I blushed and thought about all the hand jobs the girls had given me over the last couple of weeks. It seemed that not a day went by without one of the girls making me explode at least once. Sam and Naimh were still the most frequent culprits; both of them got a kick out of making me pop purely for the fun of it. For Mari, jacking my cock was more of a complement to our continuing makeout sessions, and she also loved letting me suck on her nipples at the same time. Zofi had stroked me to completion twice, both times with Sam present to watch and give pointers. Even Alice had fun playing with my dick, although she only did so on Fridays when the whole club got together, and she never once tried to make me cum.

Speaking of Fridays, those were the only days Belle handled my dick as well, and only for a few minutes before giving up her spot. If all five of the other girls were messing around with me, I couldn't bring myself to stop her. Everyone had to be in balance, right? But if it was just a small group like her, me, and Mari studying in her bedroom, the expression on my face made it clear I'd rather not cross that line of intimacy. I wouldn't stop her if she'd tried, but she never tested that resolve.

Fridays were also great for me because those were the days Sam and Naimh really wanted to show off. It seemed to become a competition between them to see which one of them could make me pop during a titfuck. Once, Naimh even got me off between her bubbly boobs in the hot tub. Alice shrieked and promptly climbed out of the water, insisting that we'd contaminated it.

So no, I didn't feel the need to wear a Tarzan outfit just to give the girls easier access to jerking me off. I was getting plenty of action without the loincloth, thank you very much.

Looking in the mirror, I finished making sure my hair was in place and took a step backward, looking at the full picture of my generic Star Wars Jedi costume. Checking that my lightsaber was clipped to my belt, I nodded to Belle. "Let's go pick up the others."

Luckily, I only had three stops as Mari had gone over to Alice's house, and Zofi had gone to Sam's place. It took about thirty minutes to collect everyone and another ten to drive to the party. I parallel parked on the curb about six houses away, everyone got out, and then we spent another five minutes making sure everyone's costume looked alright. Belle took a while to get her structured bustle in place under her dress.

The party itself was fine. The host was an old friend of Sam's and Zofi's that the rest of us at least knew in passing. There was pretty good music, a couple of kegs, and an eclectic mix of people from a variety of social cliques at school. Nobody got crazy drunk. Nobody started a fight. The police didn't get called for a noise complaint. In short, it was nothing like you've seen in the movies.

The only real change of plans came in the form of the designated driver. Over and over again someone passing out red solo cups offered me a beer, which I politely declined by holding up my car keys. No biggie, no pressure. But after the first hour, Belle nudged me and said, "Hey, why don't you go ahead. I haven't had a drop tonight and don't really feel like drinking. I can drive everybody home."

"You sure?" I asked. Belle didn't own a car, but she still had her driver's license.

"Yeah, no problem." She gave me a warm smile, and I leaned over to peck her cheek in thanks.

I still didn't get drunk or anything, but I had enough to get a good buzz going. Admittedly, my inhibitions were lowered a little and I started to get a little more affectionate with the BTC girls than I would have otherwise been, not that they seemed to mind. After all, I was the club's official boyfriend, right? Nobody else at the party seemed to bat an eyelash when I gave Sam a kiss, or pulled Mari into my lap, or even when I grabbed Belle's ass. It just looked so fucking perky and cute, just like the rest of her.

Well, -I- minded (a little bit) that I had grabbed Belle's ass, and that was my cue to myself to stop drinking.

I was still feeling warm and fuzzy when the party started to wind down and we began collecting all the girls together. Belle, Mari, Alice and I had already been hanging out together for the most part, although I'd spent time with each of the others as well. We found Sam, Zofi, and Naimh together with some of the other "pretty and popular chicks", let them say their goodbyes, and everyone piled back into my van, this time with Belle in the driver's seat.

It took close to an hour to run everyone back to their own house, with five stops this time instead of three. By the time Belle parked the minivan in my garage, the alcohol buzz was wearing off but I was feeling pretty sleepy, bracing my elbow against the windowsill with my cheek against my open palm.

"C'mon, big guy," Belle muttered as she opened the front passenger door from the outside and I nearly fell into her arms. She propped me up and complained, "You're too heavy for me to carry upstairs."

With a sleepy nod, I stumbled out of the van but yawned, stretched, and managed to walk under my own power to the door into the house. Belle followed, her hand on my hip as a guide while I wrapped my arm around her shoulders. She walked with me all the way into my bedroom where I turned around, sat down on my bed, and then dropped flat on my back. I may have started snoring.

Belle's musical laugh stirred me awake, and she asked, "You gonna just go to sleep in your costume?"

"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled. "Think I drank more than I thought."

"I think it's grammatically impossible to think more than you thought."

I frowned. "Uh, I'm not sure that's how it works, but I don't think I can do schoolwork in my current state."

"Nevermind." Belle giggled. She grabbed both my hands and leaned back, unsuccessfully trying to pull me upright. "Seriously, you're too heavy. Help me out here."

With a groan, I managed to sit up and start tugging at my Jedi robes. Belle helped me drag the sleeves off, and I managed to rip my undershirt over my head, leaving me topless. And then I flopped down onto my back again.

Belle sighed and pursed her lips. I closed my eyes and may or may not have passed out, because when I took a deep breath and opened my eyes again, all seemed quiet. I started to assume Belle had gone home, but a moment later, she was on the bed beside me, running her hands over my naked chest. Her palms rubbed my pecs. Her fingers trailed across my abs. These were simple touches, nothing too extreme and nothing she hadn't already done many times. All of the BTC girls had been rubbing my body like this since we were sophomores, no big deal, and I relaxed beneath her touch.

But then I felt her lips against mine. They were soft and warm, and in my sleepy-drowsy state they felt really, really good. I kissed her back, and she moaned quite happily. So when I felt the tickle of her tongue parting my lips, I opened my mouth and let her inside.