"She's done," Patrick said, amused. "Let's go wash up." He directed the statement to April. It was clear Patrick wasn't finished with his fun for the evening.I walked to Kat. She had her eyes closed, trying to catch her breath."I need Champagne," she said to me hazily. I passed her my glass. She took a long swig. "I think you see what I meant about Patrick."I nodded. My head was spinning. I didn't overload easily, but this had done it."Do you want to shower up?" I asked."No," Kat said. "I want to just enjoy this for a bit."We heard Patrick swat April's ass hard in the shower, giving off a wet, cacophonous "thwack!" They were kissing. Kat suggested we go downstairs.I followed her and couldn't believe how starkly the handprints stood out on her ass cheeks. There was a sheen of sweat on her. The insides of her thighs glistened. Thick, milky cum leaked down her legs. She looked like the definition of "used."We sat on the couch in the parlor, and she put her head in my lap. I strok
It was that mutual declaration of love that led Kat and me to our, "Houston, we have a problem" moment. Where did we go from there? What did we mean by it? Our sexual chemistry was off the charts. Could we translate it to and sustain it in a real, traditional relationship? I was an avowed bachelor. Kat was a public figure, albeit a local one, with a sterling reputation. What would it look like for her to dump her rich, old Texas oil money boyfriend for a playboy banker? We also had to consider the fact that, when we were together, we burned the candle at both ends. We only knew one speed, and it was full-throttle. I couldn't keep it up without it having an effect on my professional life."We need to talk," I said to Kat one day when we met for lunch at my apartment, after we had returned to Houston from LA."I know," she said."I'm going to be honest," I began, "I feel like I'm losing a little bit of control here. I'm in deeper here than I ever thought I would be."She laughed lightly
- PROLOGUE -****"No, I'm not fucking any of them."Some days, it felt like I had to say some variation of that sentence fifty times. Really, it was more like a half-dozen, but that's still a very high frequency for such an uncommon statement. To be honest, though, I couldn't really blame them. Had I been in their shoes, I might've asked the same."No, I'm not gay."Okay, I didn't have to say that sentence FIFTY times. I mean, at least most guys knew better than to ask another guy if he was gay. That's just rude. I wished more people would be mature enough to understand it was indeed possible for a guy to be friends with a group of gorgeous young women without banging any of them. But the follow-up question came quite often, as if it was the only reasonable explanation for why a guy like me would NOT be fucking one of "The Big Tits Club" girls.I really hate that name, by the way. I understand the name, but I still hate it. It's immature. It's objectifying.But it is undeniably... ac
"Hey, Matty?" Belle called. "I need you to get me the madeleine pan up there."Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Belle pointing to the top shelf of one of the cabinets. I set down my knife and the carrot I'd been chopping, took three steps to the left, and reached up to grab the pan. It was a regular occurrence for me to grab things on high shelves for Belle. She'd grown as tall as she would ever get by age fourteen and stopped at only 5'1", slender yet stacked, like a lingerie model at four-fifths scale. Her mom had been a short, busty little woman, too. On the other hand, I hit my growth spurt right when Belle stopped and now stood 6'1", taller even than Belle's dad.Belle said thanks and busied herself pouring batter into the molds. Today was the Wednesday after Labor Day. Tomorrow would be the first day of school, and she wanted to bring treats for our friends. Her dad had not yet come home from work, and even though I didn't actually live in this house, I was making dinner for the
I frowned, not sure yet where this was going or what it had to do with Darryl. Instinctively, I started to make up a dismissive comment about how we were all friends and that I respected the girls too much to think of them that way, but this was Belle asking me and she knew the truth anyway. She just wanted me to say it out loud. Although I'd briefly glanced down at Belle's tits, I focused on her pretty face and answered, "Of course I do. You're a bunch of super-hot girls and I'm just as much of a sex-obsessed bastard as Darryl is.""No you're not. How many times have I sat in your lap just like this?""Uh, more times than I can count.""And how many times have you ever grabbed my ass?""Never." My eyes narrowed. "Did Darryl grab-""No, no," she cut me off. "I already told you he didn't touch me."I settled down and exhaled slowly.Belle reached a hand up, caressing my cheek and turning my face to hers so that we were only inches apart. Again, the height difference was such that we we
"Likewise," I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek. My right arm stroked her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric green eyes boring into mine from only inches away.She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual."See something you like?" she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice."I see two things I like," I replied before smiling broadly. "Your eyes are amazing. I've always been a sucker for green eyes."Naimh's brilliant green eyes narrowed slightly. "That's because Belle has green eyes... AND reddish hair."I thought about that for a moment. "T
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
It wasn't the first time I'd held a girl's breast outside her clothing. While I would never be so bold as to cop a feel uninvited, all of the BTC girls at one point had done something similar to what Holly just did, making clear my touch was acceptable. But this was certainly the first time I'd ever touched Hollyin such a way, and although most of the girls had simply thrown their clothes on over the tops of their bikinis before dinner, I quickly realized that Holly had neither her bikini top nor a bra on underneath her shirt. And as I felt her nipple hardening beneath my palm, I felt my penis start to harden as well.Ten minutes later, Holly snuggled a little closer into the crook of my arm and asked, "Do you have any blankets here? It's starting to get cold.""Uh, well..." I removed both arms from around Holly's and Naimh's shoulders and leaned forward."Don't get up," Belle said as she stood up from the loveseat to my left. "I know where they are."Holly was quick to pull my arm ba