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Christy snorted. I had a handkerchief in the pocket of my jeans trousers. She reached out to get it and to use it to blow her nose.

When she calmed down more, I hugged her close and asked quietly, “Did he do anything that requires me to kick his ass? I promise to be your brother and to protect you. Did he touch you?”

Christy felt the tenseness in my arms and quickly turned to face me again. “No, nothing like that.”

I unclenched my jaw and relaxed a little.

She breathed in deeply and sagged back against my chest. “He just...” Her voice trailed off. She glanced up at the roof, gathered her thoughts, and let out a long exhalation. “Michael...” she began quietly.

I waited for her, just holding her close.


“Does it ... bother you ... when we all tease you?” she asked softly.

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

I did. As the only guy in the group we just formed, I had always got teased pretty mercilessly.

Five teenage girls (six after Tonia joined) wanted to push their boundaries and test out their feminine wiles on the males of society, and there was no practice dummy better than me. If one of the girls wanted to figure out the optimal angle for tossing her hair, batting her eyelashes, and flashing a coquettish look over her shoulder, she’d try it out a few times on me to perfect her technique before bringing it to school and using it on a guy they’d actually date. Wanted to check out a guy’s reaction to her new bikini before wearing it to the beach?

I constantly had cleavage pushed up into my face. The girls kept bending over at the waist to pick up something off the floor. I got toUchechid ... a lot ... My chest, my shoulders, my arms. My legs got rubbed underneath the table just sitting in a booth at Comfy’s eatery.


But no matter how much the girls teased me, I never took advantage of them. Not once had I ever grabbed a juicy ass uninvited. not once had I pawed at a boob, even when it was within easy reach. You know: the kinds of things that would get guys slapped.

Okay, in fairness I may have got a bit of side-boob with my fingertips giving one of the girls a back massage, and I had got in some serious groping when the girls grabbed my hands and put them on their goodies from outside their clothing. But the cardinal rule was that I never initiated, only accepted whatever they felt comfortable giving. This was the reason the girls all trusted me. I was Michael, the “safe” guy. So all of them continued to tease me, even Christy.

Taking a deep breath, I exhaled and told her seriously, “You know I don’t mind. I love it.”

“But don’t you ever wish we would let you do more?”

Christy gave me a skeptical look and turned a little more sideways in my lap. I became consciously aware that her cute plaid blouse was unbuttoned to her navel, exposing a white tank top scooped low enough to give me a great downward view into her 32D cleavage. and noting my gaze, she thrust her chest forward a little, making damn sure I was looking.


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She thrust her chest forward a little, making damn sure I was looking.

I frowned, not sure yet where this was going or what it had to do with Emma. Instinctively, I started to make up a dismissive comment about how we were all friends and that I respected the girls too much to think of them that way, but this was Christy asking me and she knew the truth anyway.

She just wanted me to say it out loud. Although I’d briefly glanced down at Christy’s tits, I focused on her pretty face and answered, “Of course I do. You’re a bunch of super-hot girls and I’m just as much of a sex-obsessed bastard as Emma is.”

“No you’re not. How many times have I sat in your lap just like this?”

“Uh, more times than I can count.”

“And how many times have you ever grabbed my ass?”

“Never.” My eyes narrowed. “Did Emma grab--”

“No, no,” she cut me off. “I already told you he didn’t touch me.”

I settled down and exhaled slowly.

Christy reached a hand up, handling my cheek and turning my face to hers so that we were only inches apart. Again, the height difference was such that we were basically eye-to-eye. “Do you wish you could grab my ass?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could grab my tits?”

“Yes.”

“Do you wish you could throw me down across my bed, sliding your aching dick deep into my pussy, and Bleep the shit out of me?”

“Jeezus, Christy.” My eyes popped open wide and I leaned back a bit.

“Do you?”

“You’re like my sister,Christy”

“But do you?”

“No! I don’t!”

Christy frowned, and now she was leaning back away from me. She looked hurt. “You don’t?”

“Like I said: I think of you as a sister.”

“We’re not related, Michael.”

“I know that.”

“And you said you wish you could grab my ass and my tits. that’s not very brotherly.”

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“And you said you wish you could grab my ass and my tits. that’S not very brotherly.”

“You’ve got an enthralling ass. and tits. and I’m a sex-obsessed bastard.”

“But you don’t want to Bleep me?”

I breathed in deeply. “You’re ....that’s a line I can’t cross. not you.”

“Not me.” She blinked. “But you fantasize about the others, don’t you? Uchechi, Tonia, Anna.”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“Chidinma, Precious.”

“Yes, alright?”

“But not me?”

“Christy, please.”

“You can put your hand inside my shirt right now. I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Christy.”

“Okay, okay.” She raised her hands defensively, glanced away, and gave me an unsure look. “It’s because I’m a little shorty, isn’t it?”

I barked a laugh and shook my head. “No, you’re beautiful and sexy,Christy I just ... I won’t ... I can’t let myself think of you that way. You’re my dearest.”

“But if I was a total stranger you’d never met before?”

“I’ll want to throw you onto my bed and Bleep your brains out, sure.”

Looking a little mollified, she wrapped her arm around the back of my neck and gave me a quick peck on the lips, similar to the hundreds she’d given me this year already.

“What does all this have to do with Emma?”

Christy breathed in deeply, her frown returning. She glanced at the roof again for a moment before giving me a weary look and shaking her head. “After our last meeting went so well, I sort of assumed he’d come ask me out on a date today.”

“But he didn’t?”

She shook her head. “At the mall, he was totally into me. Today, nothing. I finally went looking for him after school. But when I popped up and said hi, he pulled me into a quiet corner and...”

Her voice trailed off, her shoulders sagged, and I instinctively hugged her closely once more. She had assured me he didn’t touch her, so I relaxed on that front. and I waited patiently for her to gather herself.

“He said he thought I was super-cute, but that he was looking for a ‘mature’ relationship. His words. I asked him what that meant, and although he blushed andlooked embarrassed for a bit, in the end he said he’d asked around and the other guys told him I was a girl who wouldn’t put out.”

My surprise was obvious. “You serious?”

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My surprise was obvious. “You serious?”

“I told him I was waiting for the right guy and was hoping it might turn out to be him. But he shook his head and admitted he just wanted to get laid. He said everybody knew the Pretty-Young-Things was a bunch of prick-teases, and he didn’t want to deal with all the teasing if it wasn’t going to go anywhere.”


“Christy...” I breathed in deeply, held her just behind her ears, and pressed her forehead to mine. “I’m sorry.”

She sniffled but took a deep breath and mumbled, “He probably did me a favor. Better I know now he’s just another dumb jock looking to pop my cherry before moving on to his next conquest.”

“That is true,” I agreed. “And a very mature response, if I may say so.”

“Then why do I feel like shit?”

“Rejection is never easy.”

“You seem to deal with it just fine every day.”

I pulled back to look into her eyes. “Wait, what?”

“Isn’t that what it feels like when one of the girls lets you get oh-so-close to starting something but won’t give you that final inch? Like when Uchechi shoves her big tits into your face and starts peeling back the edge of her bikini top right next to your lips but doesn’t quite let you suck on her nipple? Rejection?”

I frowned. “No, not at all.”

“Then what does it feel like?”

I smiled and brushed her loose bangs back from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears. and after giving her a quick peck on the nose, I explained, “It feels like a beautiful woman, in the flower of her youth, wants to explore her own sexuality and feels comfortable enough to do that with me. She trusts me. and I would never do anything to betray that trust.”

“I do trust you, Michael.”

I grinned. “I know.”

Taking a deep breath, Christy managed a smile, and she wrapped both arms around my midsection while setting her head down on my shoulder. I hugged her tight, straightened her spine, and held her close. Finally, she seemed to be at peace.


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Finally, she seemed to be at peace.

After a minute, I straightened her hair and said, “Look, it’s the first day of school. Nobody’s assigned us any homework and the whole gang will be over at my house within thirty minutes. Let’s get home, get changed, and you can commiserate with your friends.”

Christy stayed in my hug for a long time, pushing her nose into the side of my neck. She got her breathing under control,looked up at me, and puckered up. I gave her another quick brotherly peck, patted her head, and released my grip.

The whole Pretty-Young-Things had already planned to come over to the house after this first day of school. The weather was hot, and the babes also looked sultry. After driving home, I parked in the garage. Christy walked over to her house to drop off her backpack and change, and I headed inside to prepare for the girls’ arrival.



I had already said that the girls always teased me. I was their crash test dummy for flirting, for showing a little extra skin, and all the other things girls did to get attention from a guy.

Two years ago, teasing meant opening an extra button of a blouse and bending over to see if developing boobs attracted my eyes like gravity. They often did, and I would just as often avert my gaze and blush trying to pretend I had not looked. Two years ago, teasing meant snuggling up to my side on the couch and setting her head down on my shoulder while watching a movie so that I’d wrap my arm around her and then rubbing my leg getting closer and closer until I started tenting my shorts and would awkwardly try to cover it up by crossing my legs or something. Two years ago, teasing meant asking me to turn around while changing shirts and then taking their sweet time to see if I’d start to turn back around or sneak a peek.

Two years ago I was too busy trying to be a grown-up.

Now, things had changed.

Nowadays I was growing to be a gentleman in the sense that I never initiated anything and I would never touch one of the girls unless they had toUchechid me first, but that was the extent of my restraint. Bend over to show me your cleavage? I’ll happily stare away and file the view away in my spank bank for later usage.

Cuddle up to me on the couch and start rubbing my leg? I’ll hug you close and rub your leg, too. Flaunt your enthralling body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks. I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The “Nobody dates Michael” rule was still in effect, but beyond that the girls also used The Rule as a sort of moving target of limitations on their physical activities with me. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge (but I always had my shorts or trunks on). I’d got flashed quite a few times (look, but don’t touch). and I very much enjoyed the rare occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (strictly outside of her clothing). None of them had crossed the line of putting bare skin on someone’s private parts, although we’d got pretty close.

The most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Maryam came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels. She carried a gym bag containing her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a brilliant smile on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as “Michael’s Chair”. It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I’d specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door. When Maryam went inside to change, I quickly popped open a beer and settled onto the lounger in eager anticipation of her return. and when the sound of Maryam sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Maryam wore a cobalt bright bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin. She was a fairly tall girl at 5’8”, second in height only to Anna’s model-esque 5’10”, while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Christy’s petite 5’1”.

Maryam’s 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious. The bottoms weren’t quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottielooked like naked, and I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.

Maryam’s bright eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. and with an impish giggle, she settled herself sideways in my lap while wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad I got here first,” she said in that delightful Ghanaian lilt. It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand pretty much everything she said as if it were completely exotic.. She continued, giggling, “It’s not often I get to have you to myself.”


“Likewise,” I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek. My right arm straightened her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric dark eyes boring into mine from only inches away.

She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are enthralling. I’ve always been a sucker for dark eyes.”

Maryam’s brilliant dark eyes narrowed slightly. “that’s because Christy has eyes ... and tinted hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a lot more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”


“Is that a Ghanaian expression?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “not intentionally so. and just because Christy has dark eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” and with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.

Maryam wasn’t the first girl to shove her tits into my face (or in this case, shove my face into her tits). All of the Pretty-Young-Things did so every so often, even Christy – it was part of the teasing. But there had always been something a little ... different ... about the way Maryam teased me compared to the others. For one thing, I’d watched the other five slowly escalate their teases over the past two-and-a-half years.


We’d played this cat-and-mouse game of attack and retreat, attack and retreat long enough for everybody to get comfortable with the game and understand that the rules would always be obeyed. Both sides always knew it was just that, a tease, and nothing more. So whether it was Uchechi, Anna, Chidinma, Precious, or Christy, I always knew in the back of my head any and all flirtations would stop short of actually doing something.

But I’d only met Maryam five months ago. True, she caught on quick after joining the Pretty-Young-Things that “messing with Michael” was not only fair game, but encouraged. But there had always been a little bit of an edge in the way she flirted with me that made me wonder... Could this be going somewhere? I mean, she knew about and agreed to the “Nobody dates Michael” rule. and yet, we’d never gone through those first exploratory flirtations when the girls first made clear they were using me as a practice dummy and not actually intending to follow through on anything.


Maryam didn’t need a practice dummy, you see. She already knew how to bait a man.

So on an afternoon like today, when the gorgeous redhead set her forehead against mine, rubbed her perfect ass against the bulge growing beneath her, and breathed in deeply with mixed sexual heat and resignation, I wondered (not for the first time) how different things might’ve been had Uchechi not grabbed the new Ghanaian transfer student, given her the nickname “Tonia”, and immediately brought her into the Pretty-Young-Things.


“So how was school?” I asked, breaking the silent tension between us as I reclined my head to rest it against the lounger’s backrest.

Maryam shrugged and also sat up straighter, extending her arms until her elbows were locked and there were a couple of feet of space between us. “Same ol’ shite, different day.”

“You’re picking up exotic idioms quickly. Still, that’s a bit jaded for only the first day of school. Gonna be a long road ahead if you’re starting out this cynical.”

“High school is different in the States. In Ireland we’d all be freaking out about the leaving school certificate, which kind of makes or breaks your entire career before it’s even got started.
“I suppose. Just don’t count on this year being all fun and games. What happens in the next few months will determine which university we get into, you included.”

“Can I say I’ll be happy with any university, as long as you’re there with me?” She gave me a pixie wink and rubbed her butt against my bulge again.

The comment got an eyebrow raise out of me. I wasn’t sure if she actually meant it or was just teasing. Probably teasing. But the uncertainty did get my heart racing a little bit again. I was still thinking of a witty response when the bell attached to the garden gate went off, drawing our attention.

“Hey guys,” Chidinma greeted as she walked over to my lounge chair and held her hand out for our usual fist bump. My pretty but tomboyish Korean best friend glanced around. “Anybody else here yet?”

I shook my head. “not yet.”

As if on cue, a moment later the sound of a big truck engine revved from the other side of the house. It was Sam’s usual way of announcing her presence in advance. A minute later, the busty platinum blonde came in through the gate, followed closely behind by her best friend Anna, the tall and svelte brunette. Uchechi thrust her hands into the air, cheering, “Let’s get this party started!”

Thirty minutes later, I sat upright straddling while casually observing the seven hot girls in bikinis frolicking around the backyard. One of the seven currently sat directly in front of me with her head pitched forward, moaning erotically while I gave her pleasure with my strong hands and fingers.

“Fuuuuck, yeahhh...” Helen Olisa groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic motions.

Oh, have I not introduced Helen yet? Yeah, I wasn’t expecting her, either, but the Pretty-Young-Things had never been that cliquish and other friends and acquaintances would occasionally come and hang out with us. Christy and Precious had started off pretty nerdy, and still had their nerd friends. Uchechi and Anna had always been popular and still had their popular friends.


Every now and again someone would join us for a few days and the group would sort of suss out how well they fit the dynamic. Cup size wasn’t even a requirement. But until Maryam, none of them had lasted more than a month.

Helen was one of the girls who sort of popped in every three or four months. She had been good friends with Uchechi ever since the latter had arrived from Port Harcourt in seventh grade, and remained so even when Uchechi split off to start hanging out with the Pretty-Young-Things early sophomore year. Helen was extremely popular at school, quick-witted and outgoing, the type who could bring life to any room she was in. It helped that she was gorgeous, with naturally dirty-blonde hair that she dyed in all sorts of colors that seemed to change every month, not to mention a pair of 34D tits she was always showing off. If she ever wanted to maintain membership in the Pretty-Young-Things, her rack certainly qualified. But she was also a social butterfly, flitting from one clique to the next, super-friendly with everyone but never settling down for long.


It wasn’t a huge surprise when Helen came through the gate just after Uchechi and Anna. Her hair was bright bright now, like neon bright all over. She came over to me, gave me a pixie kiss on the cheek, and greeted me with a “Long time no see, Michael” in a tone that suggested it actually pained her to have been separated from me for the past three months. Five minutes later, the three new arrivals emerged from the house wearing skimpy bikinis that drew my attention away from the backrub I had been giving Maryam. Chidinma had arrived already wearing her swimsuit under her clothes and had called “next” while the other three were still in the house. So Helen had been quick to make her reservation for a Michael-issued backrub before either Anna or Uchechi could speak up.

Two minutes into her backrub, Helen moaned orgasmically that I was worth the wait.

From the lounge chair to my left, Precious raised her sunglasses up onto her forehead for a moment, evaluated the ecstatic pleasure on Helen’s face, and announced, “I call ‘next’!”

“Get in line, bitch!” Anna playfully rebuked from the patio door as she walked toward us, holding three cold beer bottles straight from the fridge. She set one down on the ground next to Helen’s feet and glanced over at Precious. “You can go after me and Sam.”


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“Get in line, bitch!” Anna playfully rebuked from the patio door as she walked toward us, holding three cold beer bottles straight from the fridge. She set one down on the ground next to Helen’s feet and glanced over at Precious. “You can go after me and Sam.”

Seated on the edge of the pool, her feet in the water, Uchechi extended her hand and accepted the beer Anna gave her. The blonde also glanced over at Precious and said, “It’s what you get for getting here late.”

Precious shrugged like it was no big deal and returned to her conversation with Christy. The pair of them had indeed arrived only minutes ago, an unusually late arrival given that I’d dropped off Christy before I’d got home.

Either Precious had been delayed and Christy was waiting for her, or more likely, Precious had gone straight to her best friend’s house and they’d been talking about the “Emma” incident. They weren’t talking about him anymore, discussing something about the Physics syllabus instead, so I tuned them out and focused on turning Helen into a puddle of jello beneath my hands.

By now I was actually wrapping up the end of the massage. I gave so many backrubs I had developed a routine and was winding down to the end. Completing the final set of firm moves, I let up on the pressure and gave pretty much every square inch of Helen’s bare-naked back a gentle caress.
The bright-haired beauty shivered and moaned at that last bit, unexpected as it was for her; the other girls knew I liked to kiss their necks at the end. She remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance. I waited patiently, giving her space. This wasn’t the first time one of my backrubs had sent a girl off to a higher plane of existence, and I knew it sometimes took a while for her to come back down to earth.

A minute doesn’t sound like a long time, but when you actually tick off the seconds one-by-one it can stretch out for an eternity. I was still straddling the suave material, with Helen’s bikini-clad ass pressed back against the half-hard chubby in my trunks. I reclined against the lounger’s backrest and stretched my arms, working out the kinks in my hands and fingers.

It took more than a hundred and twenty ticks for Helen to return from Fantasia. She abruptly inhaled, raising her head and opened her eyes for just a moment before slamming them shut against the sudden brightness of the afternoon sunlight. She blinked rapidly on the second attempt and took a deep breath, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before glancing back at me as if to confirm she truly was where she thought she was.

“Holy shit, Michael,” Helen breathed, irises aflame.

I smirked, pleased by her response.

“If you can do that to me with just a backrub, how good are you at fucking?”

I blinked in surprise, not sure how to react to that. But then suddenly my eyes got even BIGGER in surprise as Helen launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.

I was supremely aware that Helen’s big beautiful breasts were currently pressed against my chest. As part of the backrub, I had unhoEmmad the clasp of her bikini top and slid the straps off her shoulders while she trapped the cups against her own tits for modesty. But both modesty and the bikini top had been forgot when she’d whirled around to kiss me, and I reveled in the idea of having my arms full of Hot, topless female while I let myself kiss Helen back with every ounce of fervor she was giving me.

“Hey, hey, hey! Party foul!” Uchechi howled from somewhere by the pool. I loved the way her Aussie twang made the phrase sound like “pahtty foww”.



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