“I'LL say. And you've been doing this for almost two weeks already?"

I nodded.

Mari took a deep breath and fixed Belle with a look.

“Sam is gonna be

PISSED."

Belle rolled her eyes. "Fuck her. I'm not apologizing. The rest of you got to mess around with him while I couldn't do a thing for a LOT

Longer than two weeks. But I'll tell her now.”

Mari shook her head.

“I still can't believe you're giving him blowjobs."

“You want a turn? I'll teach you."

"Uhhh..." Mari's eyes got big again, an expression of sheer terror spreading across her face.

“Hey, don't push her," I cautioned.

“Oooh! Oooh! Better idea!" Belle said enthusiastically as she reached up and grabbed her best friend's hands. "Lie down on the bed and take your pants off!"

Mari jerked her hands away. "Wait, what?"

“Trust me." Belle's eyes sizzled. "You're gonna LOVE this."

“I'm just saying: I don't love this," Sam muttered with a sigh, pursing her lips and pacing back and forth in front of the TV. It was Friday afternoon, the day after Mari got to third base for the first time, and the whole BTC was at my house.

“Why not?" Belle argued from the seat next to me.

“We're not doing anything with him he hasn't already done with Holly of all people. And

YOU were the one saying we're not fifteen anymore and we were mature enough to push our boundaries after Mari first gave him a handjob."

“I know that," Sam conceded.

“And we're not gonna stop, no matter what you say," Belle charged, fire in her eyes.

“He was my Matty before he was any of yours, and if one of you tries to keep me from him, I'm taking him home and not giving him back!"

Sam rubbed her forehead and sighed.

“Nobody's suggesting they'll keep you from him."

“Then what are we arguing about?"