In a nutshell, that train of thought summarized everything I needed to know to confirm I was making the right decision by breaking up with her. I cared about Naimh, and still loved her in a way, but our physical relationship had turned out to be far more important to me than our emotional one. And when push came to shove, the BTC was more important to me than her. My goal in this conversation was to make sure the club remained intact. Saving my boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with her was a far distant second place to saving my relationship with the group.

“The bed okay?" she asked as soon as we went into my room.

I closed the door behind us and nodded, replying verbally, “Yeah, that's fine."

The redhead went to the foot of my bed and started to disrobe. She'd worn only a loose peasant blouse with a wide neckline that presently hung off her right shoulder, and quickly took that off while brushing her long copper-red hair to one side of her neck and down her chest.

Then, she Lay face down across my mattress before reaching back to unhook her bra.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her butt. I'd gotten an erection massaging Alice, the same as I always did when putting my hands so intimately on one of the girls, and although it had flagged somewhat it revitalized itself as I stared down at my ex-girlfriend's freckled skin. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward to start rubbing her neck and shoulders. And with a sigh, she closed her eyes and let me work her over.

Despite inviting me up here to talk, she didn't say anything for a long time, just enjoying the feel of my hands as I massaged her. It was almost criminal how few backrubs or other massages I'd given her during our brief relationship. It just seemed that we always ended up getting naked and fucking each other's brains out instead. I decided to make up for that by giving her a Longer massage than my usual routine, which had been designed for efficiency to allow me to conserve enough strength to get through six girls in one afternoon. I didn't hold myself back this time and focused on really soothing every one of

Naimh's sore muscles.

She was REALLY stiff, and after all, I knew that was mostly my fault.

After doing her neck, shoulders, and back, I slid further down the bed and started peeling back the redhead's pants. They were a Little tight, but not as stiff as jeans would have been, and with a little bit of work I was able to slide them off, leaving her in just her panties and the unhooked bra. Her Legs remained slightly parted, and I could see the way her dampness visibly darkened her panties in the crotch. But despite the temptation to whip out my cock, shove the strap of her panties aside and bury myself to the root, I took a deep breath and started working her legs.

I was massaging her feet when Naimh finally sighed and spoke. Her first words were, “I don't deserve you.”

“Hmm?" I asked distractedly. She'd been silent for so long and I'd been so focused on stretching her toes that I didn't really register her words at first.

“I said I don't deserve you," she repeated even more quietly than the first time, although this time I was actually paying attention. "Any other ex-boyfriend wouldn't have anything to do with me right now. And yet here you are... massaging my feet."

“The BTC must remain ‘in balance'," I stated evenly.

“You didn't give Alice a full-body massage."

I shrugged. "I might've if she'd come up here with me. I'd give any of the girls a full-body massage, you know that.”

“None of the other girls screamed their ex-boyfriend's name during sex."

I stopped massaging for a moment.

“You know what? I think that should be the very last time either one of us mentions that ever again. You apologized and said that was a one-time accident. I accepted your apology and forgave you. As far as I'm concerned, it's water under the bridge and you and I are back at square one.”

“Square one?" She pivoted slightly onto her right shoulder and looked back at me. With her bra remaining on the mattress, the position gave me a tantalizing glimpse of side boob.

I tried not to look and said, “Start over. Start fresh. You have to understand that I have no interest in punishing you for an accidental slip of the tongue. I don't hate you, don't resent you. At the very, very least, you're back to being just ‘one of the girls’, and that's the worst case scenario here. After that, it's just building back up to where you and I need to be.”

“Any chance of building all the way back up to being boyfriend and girlfriend again?"

I sighed. "Perhaps. But not today."

She pursed her lips and nodded, setting her cheek back down on the mattress. I went back to massaging her feet. And after a while, she glanced back at me again.

“Thank you, by the way, for forgiving me.