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“Just like that?” Belle asked, her jaw gaping open, later that night after she’d come over to my house.
“Just like that.”
She pursed her lips. “I hate her fucking guts.”
“No you don’t.”
“I mean ... she wasn’t even planning it. No butt plugs, no screeching in abject misery while you try to cram that baseball bat in your shorts into her too tight little asshole.” Belle waved her hand dismissively. “You realize it took me more than a MONTH to work my way up to this? And Alice just sorta went, ‘Hey, Matty. Put it in my butt.’ And it goes right in.”
“Well, I did use a lot of lube and stretched her out with three fingers and all. It wasn’t like that time with Mari, at least.”
“Don’t even get me started with Miss ‘Body Built for Sex’.” Belle groaned and rubbed her forehead. “Okay, now we gotta start getting me prepped to give you a deep throat.”
“You know you don’t need to do that.”
“Well, at least let me practice on you.”
“I will. But c’mon, Belle, you need to know it’s not a big--”
“Matthew. Pull your fucking shorts down and lemme swallow your dick, alright?”
“B, seriously.”
“Now, Matty! I need your dick in my mouth NOW!”
I couldn’t help but start laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation.
“I’m serious!!!”
“I know you are!” I couldn’t help but laugh even harder.
“Are you TRYING to get me to storm out of your bedroom again?”
“No, no!” I insisted.
“Then why are you laughing?!?”
“I’m not! I’m not!” But try as I might, I couldn’t stop laughing. Or crying. Seriously, tears started leaking because I was laughing so hard, which just made Belle even angrier. She climbed onto me and half tugged at my shorts, but then decided to just start hammering me with the bases of her fists. Not super hard, just ... throwing a tantrum.
So I tickled her.
Her eyes got BIG and she tried to tickle me back. But let’s face it. I was a foot taller than her with a matching wingspan. The next thing I knew I had her pinned beneath me while I tickled her ribs and she thrashed and squealed like a trapped little piglet and then I simply dropped down on her, sealed my mouth over hers, and kissed her with all of my pent-up energy, passion, and love.
She kissed me back, hugged my head, and dug her hands into the back of my shorts to grab my ass.
But once a few minutes had passed and we burned off the excess energy, I rolled onto my back and grinned goofily at my little Annabelle.
She cocked her eyebrow and patted the bulge that had formed in my shorts from the impromptu makeout session. “I’m gonna give you a blowjob now,” she told me matter-of-factly. “And I’m gonna practice cramming you into my throat.”
“Poor me,” I replied sardonically.
She was already on her way down.
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Belle stuck around for Sunday brunch with Mother and Sam. She commented on how Sam was starting to become a regular fixture at my place on Sundays, and asked how her family was taking it. Belle was genuinely curious, not trying to instigate anything, but Sam sighed and admitted that she and her dad didn’t really get along at the moment over the whole “not wanting to be a doctor anymore” thing.
Belle could at least relate since her dad was a surgeon and would have liked for his little girl to pursue a medical field, but there had never been any pressure on her to do so the way there was on Sam. In the end, Sam brushed it off as just one more thing to deal with on a pile of things to deal with, reached out to rub my leg beneath the dining table and said, “At least I have Matty to help me de-stress.”
Mother popped her eyebrows and slid back her chair. “And THAT’S my cue to head out. Have a pleasant afternoon, ladies,” she said warmly to both Sam and Belle.
“Bye Beverly,” Sam replied in a similar tone. Belle and I likewise said goodbye.
Once the garage door had closed, Belle fixed Sam with a look of mild disbelief. “I still can’t believe you’re on a first-name basis with Matty’s mom.”
“The world works in mysterious ways.” Cocking an eyebrow, she added, “Can you stick around to play?”
“Oooh, yes.” Belle clapped her hands together in excitement. “Can you help teach me to deep-throat? Now that we’ve figured out how to fit Matty’s dick in my ass, I figure it’s the next step in my sexual evolution.”
Sam looked over at me, patted my leg, and smirked as she commented, “You are one lucky sonovabitch, you know that?”
I frowned. “Did you just call my mother a ‘bitch’?”
“Oh yeah. Your mum’s a ‘Queen Bitch’. But we already know I love my bitches.”
Without further ado, both Sam and Belle got up from the table and started walking toward the stairs, hand-in-hand.
“I have a dildo about Matty’s size you can keep and practice on,” Sam remarked to her petite companion as their arms swung together.
“Oooh, awesome. Thanks!”
“I was using it to keep me satisfied but just got something better. Oh, and there’s this toothbrush technique I used to help me get over my gag reflex. You just have to ... Wait ... where’s our penis?” Sam glanced back into the dining room and hollered, “Hey dude, you coming or what?”
I finished shoveling the last of my breakfast into my mouth. I had a feeling I was gonna need every last calorie today.