Monday was Presidents’ Day, a holiday with no school. Ordinarily, the

BTC would have arranged some way for us all to hang out away from our usual spots - perhaps go for a hike or a bike ride, drive down to the beach, or play tourist in the city.

But after my conversation with Naimh about finding more quality time together, we talked to the BTC girls and everyone agreed to designate

Mondays as “Neevie Mondays”. Alice would get priority on Tuesdays, Zofi would get Wednesdays, Mari would get Thursdays, and Belle and Sam always found ways to get taken care of on nights and weekends. Mondays made sense for Naimh as they would be the first days back after weekends when we couldn't see each other. And the timing worked out especially well this week since both of Naimh's parents had to still work, which meant that we were free to spend the entire day together

(even if she had to tell her parents she was spending the day with the

BTC).

Well technically, I WAS part of the BTC, right? So it wasn't a lie per se, even if her parents didn't know that.

I still had to have her back before dinnertime, which pretty much ruled out a sunset on the beach, but I packed in as much of a romantic trip as I could think of on short notice. I didn't have a particular theme like with Zofi's Audrey Hepburn medley, but I still hoped to show my girlfriend a good time.

Wanting to make the most of our day, she came over early and we headed up to Sausalito for a breakfast on The Bay. From there we headed into

Calistoga and got a couples mud bath. It gave us an hour to just lay there next to each other in side-by-side tubs and talk about whatever popped into our heads. And afterwards we got lunch at an upscale restaurant Mother had recommended in downtown Napa.

We were too young for wine tasting, but I took Naimh out on an easy hike through the forest to see a waterfall. And after that we took the long drive back home.

As much as we may have wanted to go back to my place and fuck up a storm, there wasn't really any time. We hit traffic trying to get back to my house, and she started freaking out she wouldn't be able to pick up her car and beat her parents home. At least there was still mud on her tennis shoes, so she could truthfully tell them she'd gone hiking.

In the end, we parted with a hurried kiss and she raced away.

It was the first day I'd spent with Naimh and NOT had sex since we'd become boyfriend/girlfriend. I didn't really mind -- having a romantic day together was plenty nice enough. Did I really HAVE to get laid every day? Truly, I thought we'd made great progress in developing a stronger relationship that wasn't based solely on sex.

Besides, I knew she'd make it up to me eventually.

“Eventually” came quickly, as Naimh made it up to me on Tuesday. I mean yeah, Tuesdays were supposed to be Alice days now, but they'd been

Alice and Neevie days for a while and Alice was more than happy to let her friend catch up.

On the one hand, ever since my Little epiphany about Alice's virginity,

I'd been looking forward to Tuesday as an opportunity to test my theory. But Naimh started attacking both of us as soon as we got home from school, and having her take charge of the whole threesome kinda threw a monkey wrench into my plans. She also really wanted to see

Alice take my dick up her butt, but Alice demurred saying she was still sore from Saturday. In the end, Alice seemed happy to take a back seat while Naimh wanted my dick all the time and in every hole over and over again.

On the other hand, my Irish redheaded girlfriend was on FIRE and wanted my dick all the time and in every hole over and over again; kinda hard to complain about that. Alice giving me blowjobs, sitting on my face, and letting me play with her big boobies was just icing on the cake. see

Wednesday was Zofi day, and we made love one-on-one slowly and passionately.

She also spent a lot of time whispering words like “fertilize” and

“fill me" and even “I wanna have your baaaaabbbbyyy!!!" while she screamed in orgasmic ecstasy.

You'd think an 18-year-old boy would freak out at a phrase Like that, but it only made me cum even harder. When I asked why a self-proclaimed lesbian would get off on fantasies of a guy knocking her up, she explained, "I want the same kind of dream family Sam wants: big house with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids. The only difference is that she wants that dream with a husband and I want that dream with a wife."