“Then what DOES it feel like?"

I smiled and brushed her loose bangs back from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. And after giving her a quick peck on the nose,

I explained, "It feels like a beautiful woman, in the flower of her youth, wants to explore her own sexuality and feels comfortable enough to do that with me. She trusts me. And I would never do anything to betray that trust."

“I do trust you, Matty."

I grinned. "I know."

Taking a deep breath, Belle managed a smile, and she wrapped both arms around my midsection while setting her head down on my shoulder. I hugged her tight, stroked her spine, and held her close. Finally, she seemed to be at peace.

After a minute, I stroked her hair and said, “Look, it's the first day of school. Nobody's assigned us any homework and the whole gang will be over at my house within thirty minutes. Let's get home, get changed, and you can commiserate with your friends.”

Belle stayed in my hug for a long time, pushing her nose into the side of my neck. She got her breathing under control, looked up at me, and puckered up. I gave her another quick brotherly peck, patted her head, and released my grip.

She got off my lap and maneuvered back into the passenger seat. After buckling her seatbelt, Belle glanced over at me and muttered, "Why can't guys be more Like you?"

I shrugged and flashed a smirk. "Sorry. I'm one of a kind." I climbed back into the driver's seat, put the van in reverse, and we headed home.

The whole BTC had already planned to come over to my house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, the pool was waiting, and I was planning to grill up dinner. So after driving us home, I parked in my garage, Belle walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.

I should make clear that lots had changed since sophomore year. We'd all grown up, grown closer, and as a result were a lot more comfortable around each other. In a word, things had seriously escalated.

I've already said that the girls always teased me. I was their crash test dummy for flirting, for showing a Little extra skin, and all the other things girls did to get attention from a guy.

Two years ago, teasing meant opening an extra button of a blouse and bending over to see if developing boobs attracted my eyes Like gravity.

They often did, and I would just as often avert my gaze and blush trying to pretend I hadn't Looked. Two years ago, teasing meant snuggling up to my side on the couch and setting her head down on my shoulder while watching a movie so that I'd wrap my arm around her and then rubbing my leg getting closer and closer until I started tenting my shorts and would awkwardly try to cover it up by crossing my Legs or something. Two years ago, teasing meant asking me to turn around while changing shirts and then taking their sweet time to see if I'd start to turn back around or sneak a peek.

Two years ago I was too busy trying to be a gentleman.

It wasn't two years ago anymore.

Nowadays I was still a gentleman in the sense that I never initiated anything and I would never touch one of the girls unless they'd touched me first, but that was the extent of my restraint. Bend over to show me your cleavage? I'll happily stare away and file the view away in my spank bank for later usage. Cuddle up to me on the couch and start rubbing my leg? I'll hug you close and rub your leg, too. Flaunt your amazing body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I'll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks. I'd Long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The "Nobody dates Matty" rule was still in effect, but beyond that the girls also used The Rule as a sort of moving target of limitations on their physical activities with me. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge (but I always had my shorts or trunks on). I'd gotten flashed quite a few times (look, but don't touch). And I very much enjoyed the rare occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (strictly outside of her clothing). None of them had crossed the line of putting bare skin on someone's private parts, although we'd gotten pretty close.

The most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen was the first to arrive. Naimh came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels. She carried a gym bag containing her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes Later she emerged back outside, a brilliant smile on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as

“Matty's Chair". It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I'd specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door. When Naimh went inside to change, I quickly popped open a beer and settled onto the lounger in eager anticipation of her return. And when the sound of Naimh sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too.

Naimh wore a cobalt blue bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin. She was a fairly tall girl at 5'8", second in height only to Zofi's model-esque 5'10", while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Belle's petite 5'1".

Naimh's 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious. The bottoms weren't quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottie looked like naked, and I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.