“No worries. See you soon."

They say time flies when you're having fun, and the next week flew by in the blink of an eye. I kept making visits to BTC girls while their parents were at work, or they made visits to me. I have no idea if they called around to coordinate, but there were never really any conflicts about multiple girls wanting to see me at the same time, and we never hooked up on back-to-back days. They spaced themselves out, got their fill, and didn't need a repeat for at least two days or more. I even visited Zofi's house without Sam twice. Belle was the only exception to the two-day rule, of course. She just came over whenever she wanted, even if she'd fucked me just that morning or the previous night. Of course, Belle and I spent a lot more time talking than screwing.

Not that I didn't also spend time talking to the other girls one-on-one. My visits usually lasted anywhere from two to four hours, and no matter how horny we might be, we couldn't fuck that entire time.

I knew a lot of basic information about each of them, even some of their hopes and dreams. But engaging in idle chit-chat in a large group, almost half of it revolving around school, is quite different from having a one-on-one in a girl's bedroom with a wealth of personal keepsakes around to inspire my curiosity (usually while cuddling together as we cooled down from our recent exertions).

Naimh loved to talk about her art projects, and I was happy to listen to her imagination run wild as she told me how she got inspired to make this particular painting, or how difficult it was to get a particular weave in another piece. She showed me some costumes she had sewn herself, and I was suddenly quite inspired to see her in a Princess

Toadstool costume from Super Mario Bros (or maybe Jessica Rabbit).

Mari was big on baking, and I knew she and Belle traded recipes all the time. What I didn't know was that she collected bits of memorabilia from famous chefs, even buying stuff on E-Bay. She said it was her way of feeling Like she had a personal connection to them. She also had an old baseball cap of mine on a shelf above her desk. I recognized it as my Little league baseball cap from sixth grade. Apparently we'd gone hiking or just for a walk or something, she didn't remember exactly.

She'd complained that it was hot out, so I'd taken the hat off my head and gave it to her. The season was over and I must've forgotten about ever getting it back, but she remembered.

Zofi, as I well knew, Loved to dance. She could never be a ballerina with a D-cup, or even a contemporary dancer. Her height was actually a disadvantage, too. But that didn't mute her Love of the art, and when she did some crazy split thing with one leg planted and the other one high in the air, I admittedly started fantasizing about what it might be Like to have sex with her in some of those positions. What surprised me was the amount of 49ers gear she had in her room. Dainty, elegant, exquisitely beautiful Zofi was a die-hard Niners football fan. She knew every player and half the statistics of the team. Hell, she knew more about them than me! Who knew?

Sam... well... Sam was a bit of a workaholic. She read voraciously, but not sappy romance novels, legal thrillers, or what you might call

“Young Adult". She read history, politics, scientific journals, you name it. We never talked about this kind of stuff with the BTC of course. But in private, Sam was fucking DRIVEN. On the outside, she looked like any other big-titted blonde bombshell and you'd instantly assume she was a sexy body destined to become some rich brain surgeon's arm candy, not the actual brain surgeon herself. I mean, I knew she was smart, because half the time the rest of us were asking HER questions for help on our homework. But she blew me away with her knowledge on a wide range of topics far beyond your ordinary high school senior.

Seriously, for years my idea of a good time on a Saturday afternoon was to zone out in front of a TV screen for four hours. Sam would spend that same afternoon reading the Wall Street Journal. Her brain just never seemed to turn off.

Between visits with the BTC girls, I‘d hang out at Alice's place to play video games and chat. She also came over to my place once as well.

Sometimes she asked about the other girls. Most times she didn't. I told her during that second visit that she should really call Naimh. As it turned out, she did call Naimh on Christmas Day, and they had a nice long chat. And they started visiting each other the following week as well, although never at the same time as me.

Speaking of Christmas, my family and Belle's had a low-key affair, much like Thanksgiving. We all shared presents, had a nice conversation, and went our separate ways.

Belle still didn't want to tell her dad about us, but I was busy enough servicing all 5 girls during the day that adding Belle to my overnights would probably have killed me.

But oh what a way to go.

So like I said: time flies when you're having fun. And I was having a

LOT of fun.

And then came Thursday.

The doorbell rang at 12:59pm, and I greeted, “Hey, Alice. How's it hanging?" I held my fist out for a bump.

"You're Looking chipper today," she said without preamble while bumping my fist.

“Did you NOT have a morning appointment today?"

“I did; no biggie. My endurance must be getting better from all these workouts."

“‘Workouts'," Alice scoffed with an eye roll. "I'd ask who, but then I don't really wanna know. Do I smell pizza?"