Distraction came in the form of a 5'8" ridonkulously gorgeous freckled redhead with an Irish Lilt, supple Double-D tits, and a penchant for taking my dick up her ass.

Belle would've won her five-dollar bet, because Naimh dragged me out to the parking Lot at lunchtime, we Lowered the rear seats flat into the bed configuration, and got jiggy with it. She started climaxing the second my cock entered her cunt, and she didn't stop cumming until I basted her womb with a few gallons of backed-up baby batter. I'm not a hundred-percent certain, but I'm pretty sure at least a few people in the parking lot noticed the way the minivan was rocking and tried to peek in through the windows to see what was going on.

At least the tinted windows helped cut down on clarity and we kept our clothes on so nobody got a free peek at my girlfriend's tits or anything, although they might've gotten a good look at my naked ass as

I humped away at her. Whatever. The whole school already knew we were fucking.

We made it back to our friends with just enough time to actually eat our Lunches. Sam was still quiet, but cordial enough. Having my hot

Irish girlfriend trying to literally bond our two bodies together side-by-side was plenty distracting, although the way Sam kept glancing over it did make me wonder if Zofi had been telling the truth about Sam not being jealous over my relationship with Naimh.

After school, Naimh came straight over to my house and we fucked Like bunnies the whole afternoon. She ended up getting a full trifecta, if not quite in order. I blasted deep in her pussy first. We got about twenty minutes of homework done before she started a round that ended with an anal injection. We took a shower together and did another hour of work. And in the end we just sixty-nined until she swallowed my load, saying she wouldn't have time for her hair to dry after another shower before she returned home to her parents.

I headed over to Belle's house to make dinner, where she teased me about walking funny. Between Sam's five-miler and Naimh's sexual marathon, I was feeling pretty gaunt. So we filled me up with carbs for energy and protein for muscle recovery, exchanged a quick kiss that her dad tried to not really notice, and I headed back to my house.

Sam would be coming over around seven.

Alone in my house, I sat silently in the Living room awaiting the ring of the doorbell. No TV, no video games, nothing to read. I was lost in thought, wondering why I felt bothered so much.

By any impartial judgment, I was overreacting to what ultimately was no big deal. The Saturday night "date" was a non-starter. A week ago, Sam had come over to chat with Mother and not have sex with me on a night when Naimh had already fucked my brains out. Yesterday we'd gone for a run together and not had sex. And the sum total of these two occasions when a hot girl decided to not have sex with me for her own reasons somehow had me freaking out. It wasn't Like we'd even gone a very long time without any sexual contact. She'd fucked me on Wednesday and blown me on Friday. So why the hell was I freaking out?

Was my Life so perfect that even the smallest speed bump had me on edge?

Was my life TOO perfect so that the slightest imbalance had me panicking that the house of cards of my current sex life was about to come crashing down?

Yeah, maybe that made a little more sense.

Let's get real: I was a horny young male regularly ejaculating into and all over six beautiful busty bisexual babes, several who had a thing for eating creampies. This was NOT an ordinary teenage sex life. There was no way it could last forever. It had to end eventually.

But can you really blame me for hoping it would last a little Longer?

A phrase Alice had said to me Saturday morning stuck in my head: The squeaky wheel gets the grease. It's a metaphor to convey the idea that whoever complains is more likely to receive attention. At the time,

Alice had used it to express that whichever girl invited me into her pussy got the most attention, whereas a less demonstrative girl Like herself felt relegated and ignored.

In this case, the metaphor wasn't about sex. Rather, my relationships with five of the BTC girls felt smooth and hummed along without any

“squeaks”. I mean, stuff was going on with each of them, but at least I had no fear of suddenly losing what we had. Alice was searching for her next evolution beyond "Matty's Video Game Buddy". Belle Loved me but simultaneously felt the need to stretch her wings and explore the world before settling down. Mari was coming to grips with her past traumas and embracing her inner sex goddess. Zofi was seeking to prove her heterosexuality to her parents, and quite possibly, to herself. And

Naimh was embracing all the pleasure, excitement, and angst of new love.

My relationship with Sam, however, was "squeaking", and I didn't know why. What was Sam going through right now? Was it as simple as setting herself free of parental expectations to become the next doctor in the family tree? Maybe I was being self-centered, her current mental anguish had absolutely nothing to do with me, and this request to explain herself was simply a friend making himself one more burden than she needed right now. Maybe I would have been better off trusting her to sort out her issues on her own and recognize that if she needed my help with anything, she could and would ask.

But maybe her issues DID have something to do with me, and if so, wouldn't everything be better if I nipped the problem in the bud before it exploded into something bigger and worse?

Maybe it really WAS more than what it seemed, and she really WAS tired of me splitting my attention amongst six girls. Hadn't she always said she wanted to be the guy's "favorite"? What if she didn't want to deal with watching Naimh become my Love bunny and was cutting her losses to go pursue some other guy?

What if the Saturday night "date" WASN'T a non-starter? What if this third-year law student was some chiseled hunk with an incredible six-pack, strong jawline, and the kind of warm eyes a girl could lose herself in?