We went out to lunch together, burgers for me and a smoothie for her, although she did steal quite a few of my fries. This was no pre-planned date; we just sort of hung out. Instead of going back to my house to fuck like bunnies, Naimh took me to the bookstore. I wound up seated in one of their stuffed armchairs while Naimh perched on the armrest, showing me artwork from different cultures, teaching me things Like how to distinguish Ming dynasty artwork from the Song or Yuan dynasties.

I'd never before taken a really big interest in ancient artwork, but then again, I'd never had a history teacher as beautiful as Naimh, either.

We actually spent close to two hours in the bookstore and I wound up cooking dinner for both of us at my place. My no longer “ex” girlfriend flirted with me throughout the meal and played footsie with me beneath the table, but even after I put the dishes away, she casually deflected my invitations to take things upstairs.

At the time, I figured she was just playing hard to get as a way of amping up my desire for her. She did let me draw us into a hot and heavy makeout session on the couch, and allowed my hand to slide into her shirt and paw at one of her big, firm, titties. But when I reversed the direction of my fingers and tried to slide them into her pants, she broke our kiss and stared up into my eyes, saying, “Not yet, Matty.”

Not able to think of a single time the nymphomaniac redhead had EVER turned me down, I frowned and finally asked, "Why not?"

“Belle's not here yet," she replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "She doesn't know I've come over here yet, does she? I'm already crashing her alone time with you and don't want her walking in to find us already fucking."

I frowned. "Don't you girls normally coordinate that stuff in advance?"

The Last time Naimh had come over on a Saturday for her ‘first time for the second time', she'd pre-cleared it with Belle.

“Not this one," Naimh admitted. "I was supposed to arrive tomorrow for the official Sunday start of my week. Showing up a day early was... well... I just wanted to see you."

“I'm glad. I had a great time with you today.”

She looked at me skeptically.

“Even though I talked your head off with all the art history stuff?"

I nuzzled her nose.

“I enjoyed myself. Couldn't you tell?"

“Well, I wanted to believe you were enjoying it... but I couldn't be sure you weren't just putting up with me for the sake of putting up with me."

“Believe it. I'm not going to change majors or anything, but you made it really interesting. And if it's something important to you, I want to know about it."

That got her to start another makeout session, but we didn't want to go past Annabelle's arrival. Naimh did Let me start fingerbanging her, and she even got a small orgasm, but we otherwise kept both our pants on.

Belle did walk in shortly thereafter, surprised to see me cuddling on the couch with Naimh but not upset in the slightest. Naimh explained that she'd gotten permission from her parents to stay the weekend, and asked, "Would you mind if I joined you two for the evening?"

Belle's response?

"I can't fit Matty and Matty Junior in me at the same time, but if you don't mind, I wanna see how many fingers you can fit in my ass while he's fucking me, and maybe a rimjob while you're at it? Then once I get mine, he's welcome to cornhole the hell outta you and leave a massive pool of sperm in your colon for me to slurp out.”

So yeah, Saturday night was great.

Sunday morning, Belle actually Left me and Naimh alone in bed together so she could go running with Sam. Naimh and I had a pleasant screw that finished with her wrapping her big freckled tits around my cock and humping me until I gave her a rare facial. She recalled how I used to give her facials all the time, back in the days before we'd started actually fucking, and admitted she rather missed feeling me hose down her freckled face. I promised I'd remember to facialize her more often from now on.

She scraped off what she could and slurped it up before cleaning up. We then headed downstairs to find Mother making brunch alone; Sam and

Belle hadn't returned from their run just yet. Mother made pleasant conversation with Naimh and scolded, "Wait for your guests, Matthew," when I eyed the food rather hungrily. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long as Sam and Belle arrived less than ten minutes Later, both of them sweaty and flushed and absolutely beautiful. Despite my hunger, I paused to kiss each of them quite deeply before settling down at the dining table with my plate.

The girls (including Mother) chatted amiably throughout brunch while I focused on the food, per usual. It occurred to me that the three of them had been the most antagonistic during that Thursday evening fight, save perhaps Holly. But this morning, any animosity from the trip was completely gone.