Naimh's bright green eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. And with an impish giggle, she settled herself sideways in my Lap while wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I'm so glad I got here first," she said in that delightful Irish Lilt.

It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand pretty much everything she said as if it were completely ‘American’. She continued, giggling, “It's not often I get to have you to myself."

“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. "True, but they're different shades.

Your hair is a LOT more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color."

“Is that an Irish joke?"

I laughed and nuzzled her nose.

“Not intentionally so. And just because

Belle has green eyes doesn't make me appreciate yours any Less."

“Perhaps. But I still think it's these you're trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you." And with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.

Naimh wasn't the first girl to shove her tits into my face (or in this case, shove my face into her tits). All of the BTC did so every so often, even Belle - it was part of the teasing. But there had always been something a little... different... about the way Naimh teased me compared to the others. For one thing, I'd watched the other five slowly escalate their teases over the past two-and-a-half years. We'd played this cat-and-mouse game of attack and retreat, attack and retreat long enough for everybody to get comfortable with the game and understand that the rules would always be obeyed. Both sides always knew it was just that, a tease, and nothing more. So whether it was

Sam, Zofi, Alice, Mari, or Belle, I always knew in the back of my head any and all flirtations would stop short of actually doing something.

But I'd only met Naimh five months ago. True, she caught on quick after joining the BTC that “messing with Matty" was not only fair game, but encouraged. But there had always been a little bit of an edge in the way she flirted with me that made me wonder... Could this be going somewhere? I mean, she knew about and agreed to the “Nobody dates

Matty" rule. And yet, we'd never gone through those first exploratory flirtations when the girls first made clear they were using me as a practice dummy and not actually intending to follow through on anything.

Naimh didn't need a practice dummy, you see. She already knew how to bait a man.

So on an afternoon like today, when the gorgeous redhead set her forehead against mine, rubbed her perfect ass against the bulge growing beneath her, and sighed with mixed sexual heat and resignation, I wondered (not for the first time) how different things might've been had Sam NOT grabbed the new Irish transfer student, given her the nickname "Neevie", and immediately brought her into the BTC.

“So how was school?" I asked, breaking the silent tension between us as