“Of course we can be friends. Or were you asking to be ‘friends with benefits'?"

I raised my eyebrows. "The former is what I was asking for. If you want the latter, you'll have to go through the girls. Lack of formal titles or not, I'm the BTC's boyfriend."

Holly smiled.

“Well, I've got some pull with the person who has the most influence in the BTC. Oh, and I've got some pull with Sam, too.”

I chuckled and blushed a little.

“While I'll agree that the girls would probably be happier not messing with the dynamic of adding you permanently, I'm sure exceptions can be made from time to time."

"I just might take you up on that," Holly murmured, closing the gap between us again.

“Personal Slut would very much like to visit again.”

I grinned and kissed her one more time.

This time, Holly was the one who broke the kiss. She didn't even say goodbye or anything. One moment, we were Frenching madly with our tongues in each other's mouth. The next, she was walking away without a backwards glance.

But that was okay. I knew I'd see her again.

Belle, Naimh, and I drove home together and Belle gave me a quick kiss before heading over to her own house to wait for Mari's arrival.

Mondays were still "Neevie Mondays" after all.

You'd think that after fucking almost non-stop since Saturday afternoon that we'd get tired of each other or something, but it definitely didn't work out that way. My nymphomaniac girlfriend was all over me as soon as we got in through the door. I'm not quite sure how, but we ended up banging with her bent over the washing machine in the Laundry room. The damn thing wasn't even running; she apparently just wanted to fuck me in the laundry room, with her right Leg up atop the machine to really spread her cunt wide open for my hammering thrusts.

Of course, once Naimh got her first climax, she wanted to change positions. Only, her choice of new position was to lay her chest down atop the washer, reach back with both hands to spread her cheeks, and croon how much she needed to feel my considerable cock giving her an impromptu colonoscopy.

After I crammed her cornhole full of cum, we went upstairs to take a shower. Soaping up the freckled redhead's fabulously firm breasts got me hard again, and this time my horny girlfriend braced herself against the back corner of the shower, raised her left leg to the adjacent corner where the aluminum frame met the wall, and had me fuck her standing up.

The position was pretty awkward but she was ridiculously turned on, and after she screamed her head off in joyous ecstasy, I remembered my promise to facialize her more often, dropped my girlfriend to her knees in front of me, and let her pump my prick with both hands until I gave her forehead, cheeks, and lips a fresh sperm bath.

And THEN we did some studying.

A little.

Although in fairness, our lack of sufficient study time was not completely due to sex. No, Naimh and I actually... well... talked.

We wound up sitting in bed, re-dressed and leaning back against my headboard, cuddled together in a position not unlike the one I often found myself in with Belle. We talked about school and we even talked about Holly a bit. But what I remember most from that conversation is when we started talking about our inevitable separation.

“I really, really wish I could go to Berkeley with you," she sighed somberly.

"UCLA is a good school. And Alice will be there with you."

“I know, but..." her voice trailed off, and there was moisture in her green eyes when she looked up at me.

“I can't imagine a future without you in it."