"You imagining Holly putting her mouth on me?" I asked quietly.

“Maybe imagining you putting your mouth on me?"

"Matty!" she yelped and gave me a scandalized look

“Imagining ME going down on YOU?"

“MATTY."

I arched an eyebrow.

“Ah, I see. Imagining Holly going down on you."

She sat up and threw a pillow at me while I laughed.

“Hey, fair's fair. You girls are always teasing me."

She pursed her Lips and mused on that.

“You're right. We do." Sitting up straight, the petite strawberry-blonde crossed her legs and leaned forward with a gleam in her eyes. And in a sensuously thick voice, she began, “Fine, I admit it. I AM fantasizing about putting my mouth on you, and this isn't the first time. I fantasize about sucking your big, throbbing dick a lot, actually. Two weeks ago, we were eating dinner with my dad. I pictured myself crawling underneath the dining table and cramming every last inch of your beautiful cock between my lips and giving you the most incredible blowjob until you filled me with gallons of sperm. But in MY dreams, I can do the deep-throat Holly couldn't quite pull off. I'd be better for you than she was."

“Okay, okay, you can stop now." I averted my eyes and held up my hands defensively.

“You've made your point.”

Breathing hard, Belle slid one hand beneath the hem of her sweater, which was tight enough for me to see the outline of her fingers inching upwards until she'd started cupping one of her own D-cup breasts, all while adding, “And yeah, I was imagining you going down on me. You have no idea how many nights I lay awake, fingering myself while imagining you and your long tongue are between my thighs.”

“Belle...” I warned.

“I'm so jealous of Holly, you know that? She actually got to feel you cumming down her throat while I can only fantasize."

"Belle," I said a little more strongly.

"Do you realize how many times I've wished you'd come Lick ME to an orgasm?" Belle's other hand slid into her crotch.

“And then fucking

HOLLY... who you barely even know... got what, six from you? Seven?"

“BELLE. Stop it." I barked quite loudly, grabbing one of her pillows and throwing it at her.

“The teasing's not fun anymore.”

She'd pulled her hand out of her sweater to block the pillow, and now sat up straight as well. In a challenging voice, she intoned, “Who's teasing?"

“Hell, B. You don't need to make up crazy shit Like that just to mess with me."

She gave me a serious look. "I didn't make up a thing."