The horny redhead of course agreed, and so it was that I found myself in a comfortable missionary position atop the freckled redhead, her fingers in my hair and her legs wrapped around my waist as we almost sedately made Love. My thrusts were slow and steady, full-length from her entrance all the way down to her deepest depths. Her hips rolled and undulated beneath me, but our bodies never crashed together with the jarring impacts that usually signified our physical unions. We simply... moved.

I didn't spank her ass.

She didn't whimper for me to “hurt her".

She didn't even ask me to push it into her sacred core.

We made love. Languidly. Languorously. Not quite lethargically. Just...

Lovingly.

I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of her perfect pussy.

Her Goldilocks pussy. Just right. So much pleasure with so little effort. Our sexual chemistry had always been off the charts. Sex with

Naimh was ALWAYS amazing. It was just so fucking GOOD.

Our orgasms came out of nowhere. We writhed together, legs intertwined like those Captain Corelli's Mandolin roots we kept talking about.

Without warning, no build-up or anything, she was suddenly cumming beneath me, breaking her mouth away from our kiss to gasp her ecstasy while her milkmaid muscles went into pussy paroxysms. Her cunt convulsed around my cock, collecting the creamy cum that suddenly came forth like a flood. She whimpered a sharp, “Matty!" in surprise as we mutually orgasmed, clutching my body close to hers. And she gritted her teeth and rode out the waves as I bucked and groaned and completed my trifecta by cumming inside of all three of my new roommates.

And then I started crying.

I had no idea at the time where the emotions were coming from. One moment, my mind was awash with blissful rapture as I splooged sperm into my sweet redhead's succulent snatch. The next, I was overcome with incredible pain and anguish, and I set my forehead down on the mattress to sob my fucking heart out.

Naimh of course had no clue what the hell was going on, but she held me close, stroked my spine, and wrapped both legs around my waist to keep our bodies intimately joined. She didn‘t ask any questions about what was wrong or otherwise try to stem my tears. She simply held me, cooed in my ear, and reassured me she was there until I'd cried myself out and felt too emotionally exhausted to continue.

Even then, she simply held me for another minute in silence, Letting me collect my bearings. And only when I finally took a deep breath and picked my head up did she cup my cheeks in both of her hands and stare up at me with her emerald-green eyes warm, liquid, and welcoming.

“What's wrong?" she asked sincerely, both her love and her concern quite obvious.

I sniffled, feeling boogers clogging my nose. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath through my mouth, I exhaled slowly before opening them again to express the thoughts that had suddenly raced through my mind and momentarily overwhelmed me.

"I miss them," I explained quietly. "Alice, Mari, Zofi, Holly... I miss them. It almost doesn't feel right that we're here and they're not."

Naimh gave me a sympathetic look.

“I know. I miss them too.”

“I mean, I know they all made the choice that was best for them. Alice couldn't get the major she wanted here, and what's probably more important to her is putting a few hundred miles between her and her mom. I mean, she loves her mom, but--"

“But now she's far enough away that her mom can‘t just show up at the front door and pester her," Naimh finished Lightly with a giggle.

I nodded.

“Mari belongs at Caltech. She really is a genius, and had she turned it down and come to Berkeley with us, I would've always felt like we held her back from being the very best she could be. That girl could well turn out to be an astronaut someday."

Naimh snorted. "If they can make a spacesuit that can accommodate her rack, perhaps.”