I sat in her desk chair, one eye watching the beautiful strawberry-blonde kneeling on the floor between my legs as she bobbed her head up and down in my lap, and the other eye trained out the window and through the blinds in anticipation of Mari's car parking in the driveway.

Of course, I needn't have worried that much. The front door was locked and Mari would never just barge in unannounced. Even if she came early, we'd have plenty of time to get my dick back into my boxer shorts and make myself presentable while Belle headed downstairs to let her best friend into the house. But there was just something so... wrong... about what we were doing that even the slightest percentage chance of discovery was enough to send me into paralyzing panic attacks.

I shouldn't have this fear. I'd never before FELT this kind of fear because I'd never before had anything to HIDE. All my life, the girls had teased me and messed around with me and the worst thing anybody could catch me doing was masturbating within the safety of my big, empty house. Big deal.

But now? Now I was in Belle's room getting a fucking blowjob from the literal girl-next-door I'd grown up with all my Life... and none of her so-called best friends even knew about it!!

Yes, we were hiding our blowjobs from the BTC.

I couldn't believe we were hiding our blowjobs from the BTC.

Shit, I still couldn't believe I was even GETTING blowjobs.

And I REALLY couldn't believe I was getting blowjobs from BELLE.

I'd been getting a LOT of blowjobs from Belle, actually. For someone who hadn't even touched a penis for her entire life up until a couple of weeks ago, she was certainly making up for lost time.

I'd woken up that Sunday morning after the Halloween party slightly hungover but with perfect memory of everything that had transpired.

That's when the guilt came in, the mental angst of letting the little girl I'd grown up with commit such a debauched, depraved act making me feel Lower than a horse turd. And her declaration of love at the end?

What was THAT about?

I hadn't been able to sleep in as I usually did on Sunday mornings, so

I'd remained awake in bed for over an hour, agonizing over the previous night's activities until I finally got up and started my morning routine. I headed downstairs and into the kitchen to start making breakfast for myself.

Mother was used to getting up before me and then either making brunch or driving us out to a restaurant. She was surprised to find me up and about before her, but she accepted my offer to make her breakfast as well. We made small talk during the meal and I doubt she had any clue what kind of mental turmoil I was in. She simply didn't know me well enough to form a baseline for comparison. In the end, she started reading the business section of the newspaper while I returned to my room to change clothes and get ready for the day.

I'd waited until noon before walking over to Belle's house. Her dad let me in and gave me a warm hug hello. I almost couldn't hug him back, wracked with guilt for letting down this kind-hearted man who had been more of a parent to me than either of my biological gene-donors. How could I face him knowing I'd defiled his only child in such a degenerate manner? But Belle was super-happy to see me, and if she recognized the mental turmoil I was in, she didn't let on. She simply turned and hopped up the stairs, Leading the way into her bedroom while

I followed, and closed the door behind me.

I knew Mr. K wouldn't come to check on us. If any other boy had been alone in the room with Belle, you'd better believe the door would've had to remain open, but this was me. Matt. The son he'd never had. I'd been alone with Belle behind closed doors ever since the two of us learned how to close a door. I had his TRUST.

Lower than a horse turd was too good for me.

Not that Belle cared about how I was feeling. Strike that. She very much cared, she simply didn't have any intention of respecting how I was feeling. To that end, she parked me on her bed, climbed into my lap, tenderly held my head in her hands, and softly pressed her Lips to mine.

"Belle," I groaned, prying her face off mine. "We need to- mmph!"

She'd cut me off with a kiss.

So I pried her off again.

“I'm serious. We nee- mmph!"

Again, she cut me off.