FOUR

Thirty minutes later, I sat upright straddling Matty’s Chair while casually observing the seven hot girls in bikinis frolicking around my backyard. One of the seven currently sat directly in front of me with her head pitched forward, moaning erotically while I gave her pleasure with my strong hands and fingers.

“Fuuuuck, yeahhh...” Holly Thompson groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic motions.

Oh, have I not introduced Holly yet? Yeah, I wasn’t expecting her, either, but the BTC had never been that cliquish and other friends and acquaintances would occasionally come and hang out with us. Belle and Mari had started off pretty nerdy, and still had their nerd friends. Sam and Zofi had always been popular and still had their popular friends. Every now and again someone would join us for a few days and the group would sort of suss out how well they fit the dynamic. Cup size wasn’t even a requirement. But until Naimh, none of them had lasted more than a month.

Holly was one of the girls who sort of popped in every three or four months. She had been good friends with Sam ever since the latter had arrived from Australia in seventh grade, and remained so even when Sam split off to start hanging out with the BTC early sophomore year. Holly was extremely popular at school, quick-witted and outgoing, the type who could bring life to any room she was in. It helped that she was gorgeous, with naturally dirty-blonde hair that she dyed in all sorts of colors that seemed to change every month, not to mention a pair of 34D tits she was always showing off. If she ever wanted to maintain membership in the BTC, her rack certainly qualified. But she was also a social butterfly, flitting from one clique to the next, super-friendly with everyone but never settling down for long.

It wasn’t a huge surprise when Holly came through the gate just after Sam and Zofi. Her hair was bright blue now, like neon blue all over. She came over to me, gave me a pixie kiss on the cheek, and greeted me with a “Long time no see, Matty” in a tone that suggested it actually pained her to have been separated from me for the past three months. Five minutes later, the three new arrivals emerged from the house wearing skimpy bikinis that drew my attention away from the backrub I had been giving Naimh. Alice had arrived already wearing her swimsuit under her clothes and had called “next” while the other three were still in the house. So Holly had been quick to make her reservation for a Matt-issued backrub before either Zofi or Sam could speak up.

Two minutes into her backrub, Holly moaned orgasmically that I was worth the wait.

From the lounge chair to my left, Mari raised her sunglasses up onto her forehead for a moment, evaluated the ecstatic pleasure on Holly’s face, and announced, “I call ‘next’!”

“Get in line, bitch!” Zofi playfully rebuked from the patio door as she walked toward us, holding three cold beer bottles straight from the fridge. She set one down on the ground next to Holly’s feet and glanced over at Mari. “You can go after me and Sam.”

Seated on the edge of the pool, her feet in the water, Sam extended her hand and accepted the beer Zofi gave her. The blonde also glanced over at Mari and said, “It’s what you get for getting here late.”

Mari shrugged like it was no big deal and returned to her conversation with Belle. The pair of them had indeed arrived only minutes ago, an unusually late arrival given that I’d dropped off Belle before I’d gotten home. Either Mari had been delayed and Belle was waiting for her, or more likely, Mari had gone straight to her best friend’s house and they’d been talking about the “Darryl” incident. They weren’t talking about him anymore, discussing something about the Physics syllabus instead, so I tuned them out and focused on turning Holly into a puddle of jello beneath my hands.

By now I was actually wrapping up the end of the massage. I gave so many backrubs I had developed a routine and was winding down to the end. Completing the final set of firm moves, I let up on the pressure and gave pretty much every square inch of Holly’s bare-naked back a gentle caress. I trailed my fingertips downward, ever so gently ticklish to make her quiver. And I finished up by bending over and giving her a teasing kiss on the back of her neck, precisely on the small tattoo of some kind of weird, vaguely Egyptian hieroglyph she had there.

The blue-haired beauty shivered and moaned at that last bit, unexpected as it was for her; the other girls knew I liked to kiss their necks at the end. She remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance. I waited patiently, giving her space. This wasn’t the first time one of my backrubs had sent a girl off to a higher plane of existence, and I knew it sometimes took a while for her to come back down to earth.

A minute doesn’t sound like a long time, but when you actually tick off the seconds one-by-one it can stretch out for an eternity. I was still straddling Matty’s Chair, with Holly’s bikini-clad ass pressed back against the half-hard chubby in my trunks. I reclined against the lounger’s backrest and stretched my arms, working out the kinks in my hands and fingers.

It took more than a hundred and twenty ticks for Holly to return from Dreamland. She abruptly inhaled, raising her head and opened her eyes for just a moment before slamming them shut against the sudden brightness of the afternoon sunlight. She blinked rapidly on the second attempt and took a deep breath, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before glancing back at me as if to confirm she truly was where she thought she was.

“Holy shit, Matt,” Holly breathed, irises aflame.

I smirked, pleased by her response.

“If you can do THAT to me with just a backrub, how good are you at fucking?”

I blinked in surprise, not sure how to react to that. But then suddenly my eyes got even BIGGER in surprise as Holly launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.

I was supremely aware that Holly’s big beautiful breasts were currently pressed against my chest. As part of the backrub, I had unhooked the clasp of her bikini top and slid the straps off her shoulders while she trapped the cups against her own tits for modesty. But both modesty and the bikini top had been forgotten when she’d whirled around to kiss me, and I reveled in the idea of having my arms full of horny, topless female while I let myself kiss Holly back with every ounce of fervor she was giving me.

“Hey, hey, hey! Party foul!” Sam howled from somewhere by the pool. I loved the way her Aussie twang made the phrase sound like “pahtty foww”.

The sound of her voice brought me to my senses, and I abruptly broke the kiss. Holly kept going though, gnawing on my neck and then jaw trying to reconnect her lips to mine, finally succeeding a few seconds later.

“HOLLY!” Sam screamed shrilly.

Only then did the gorgeous girl in my arms pull her head back, eyes wild as she stared into mine. Panting heavily, she gawked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion, horny as hell but not quite in her right mind. Two seconds later, she jerked away to sit back on her knees atop the lounger between my spread legs.

My eyes immediately dropped to her naked chest. Those big jugs swelled and heaved as Holly caught her breath. She felt my gaze and abruptly covered her tits with both arms, but the sight of her round melons with hard, erect nipples had already been committed to memory for the spank bank.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed, still out of breath. “I don’t know what came over me.”

I smiled at her chest before bringing my eyes back up to hers. “You don’t need to apologize to me.”

She frowned, blinked twice, and shook her head. “No, I need to apologize to them.” She swept her gaze around first to Mari and Belle on the lounge chairs to my left, and then whipped the other way to take in Sam, Zofi, Alice, and Naimh. Everyone was gawking at us.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam offered reassuringly. “It’s happened to all of us at one time or another.”

“At least you just kissed him,” Naimh added in her Irish lilt. “The first time he did that to me, I nearly yanked down his shorts and gave him a blowjob.”

Holly’s eyes immediately dropped to the tent in my swim trunks, my erection big enough that it threatened to peek out above my waistband. Her tongue came out and trailed across her upper lip.

Mari reached out and tapped Holly’s arm, drawing away the blue-haired girl’s attention. “Here,” she offered, holding up Holly’s discarded bikini top.

“Oh, right.” Holly quickly put the top back on, exposing her nipples again for a few precious seconds before getting her girls tucked away. She gave me an apologetic look but managed a shy smile.

I popped my eyebrows, gave her a reassuring smile of my own, and brought both feet up onto the lounger in-between us. Pivoting and standing up, I jerked a thumb over to the house, I said, “I think I’m gonna get another beer. Anybody else want one?”

“Me!” Alice called from the edge of the pool.

“Me, too,” Naimh chimed in.

Once again, Mari tapped Holly on the arm, this time holding up the beer Zofi had previously set down at the foot of the chair. Holly accepted it gratefully and immediately took a big swig. She looked like she wanted to say something, blinked twice, and then almost bashfully turned away while covering her lips with three fingers.

I shrugged and went into the house to fetch the beers.