In fact, I explicitly told her I wouldn't, if for no other reason than it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the BTC. But-"

"You don't have to explain the rest." Sam grimaced.

“She is NOT going to be happy I beat her to the prize.”

I frowned.

“Is that all I am to you? The prize in a race to get my cherry first?"

“What? No. Oh no-no-no-no." Sam started sitting up, so I finally pulled out of her and rolled onto my back. She pivoted onto her side, planting her elbow and propping her head up on one hand.

“I didn't plan this. I mean, I did plan to come here and have a little fun after the wedding.

But I did NOT plan on taking your virginity. That part just... uh... I didn't mean for that to happen."

“Why did you?"

"Because..." Sam's eyes softened, and as she stared into mine that carefree smile of complete happiness spread across her beautiful face.

But a moment later she blinked twice, furrowed her eyebrows, and abruptly sat up. Looking at the clock she said, “Shit, I gotta get home before my parents do."

“Sam..." I groaned, realizing she was avoiding the question.

Closing her eyes, Sam held up a finger and grimaced. She exhaled slowly, opened her eyes again, and said, "I know that we need to talk about this, but I really don't have the time right now. I've GOT to beat them home."

“Don't deflect."

"I promise we'll talk later, okay?"

“There's still plenty of time to-"

“Matty, please?" She stared at me, her eyes begging me to drop it, and all thoughts of pressuring her any further evaporated. Something incredibly momentous had happened between us, life-altering really, and

I was desperate to understand why. But my relationship with Sam - with all the BTC girls, really - had been built on me never pushing them beyond what they were comfortable with. And I couldn't bring myself to push her on this, either.

With a sigh, I nodded my agreement silently, and Sam immediately vaulted off my bed and to start hunting around for her clothes. I watched the way those big naked tits wobbled as she hunched over and bent to grab first her dress and then her corset. The garter belt and thigh-high stockings we'd never taken off. She said her feet were rather sore now, so she actually took her fancy high heels OFF to walk around barefoot (well, stocking-footed). And after taking a deep breath, I finally rolled off the bed as well.

I didn't re-dress in my penguin suit, obviously. I grabbed clean underwear, a pair of jeans, and a T-shirt. I turned around to see that

Sam was wearing the dress again, but she held up her hands and asked helplessly, "Where are my panties?"

“Downstairs next to the couch," I explained. "From when I went down on you the first time.”

"Oh, right." She stood up, checked herself out in the mirror, and guffawed at the image before her.

“Fuck me dead, I look a horror show!

This makeup was supposed to be waterproof."