Belle... my Annabelle... lay beneath me all hot and sweaty and gasping for air in the aftermath of her very first coital orgasm while feeling my sperm soaking into her womb. Her hands gripped my upper arms as if fearful I would somehow evaporate into an ethereal mist if she let go, that I would fade away into nothing more than a dream.

But this was real. It was all real. Belle and I actually had sex.

Or as I preferred to think of it: we'd made Love.

I'd never felt so happy in my entire life.

Mother came home before dinnertime, by which time Belle had already gone back home. She didn't ask me how my conversation had gone, nor did she really say anything to me at all. She took note of my completely normal appearance watching NFL highlights in the TV room and continued on her way without a word. Although she didn't cook very often, it didn't mean she was incapable. So she made dinner for both of us and the rest of the evening passed in relative normality.

And then Sam called me. The cordless handset in the kitchen rang

(remember, we didn't have cell phones yet), and I went to pick it up.

Long story short, she asked if she could come over, I advised her that my mother was home, and she said that wouldn't be an issue. I asked

Mother if it would be alright for Sam to visit, and she gave her okay, so I went ahead and let Sam know it would be alright.

The beautiful blonde arrived ten minutes later, and she gave me a warm hug and a pretty passionate kiss on the Lips when I let her in the front door. Mother was in the living room, so when Sam noticed her, she blushed and offered a polite greeting. But I quickly took my blonde friend by the hand and led her up to my bedroom, closing the door behind us for privacy.

“So how are you doing?" I asked neutrally as I walked over to where Sam was standing by the foot of my bed.

She didn't answer verbally, instead wrapping her arms around my neck and searing a fierce kiss across my Lips. She then pivoted the both of us so that I flopped backwards across my bed while she followed on top of me.

My knees were hanging off the foot of the bed while Sam crawled over me on all fours and speared her tongue back into my mouth. At first, I enjoyed the thrill of Sam's kiss and returned her passion with equal fervor, but a moment later I broke my lips away from hers and gasped,

"My mother's right downstairs!"

“So what? She already knows we're fucking," Sam reasoned.

“Having her catch us in the act is one thing. Deliberately starting something while she's in the house is something else."

Sam frowned, realized I was serious, and pouted overdramatically. "But

I've been thinking of you all day and I've been desperate to feel you inside me again! We can be quiet."

I arched an eyebrow. "You? Quiet?" I deadpanned. I'd literally never seen Sam have a quiet orgasm, whether on my cock, on my tongue, or even just dry-humping me out on Matty's Chair. She was definitely a screamer.

Sam winked. "Well I can try."

I rubbed my forehead, a little tempted to go ahead and let her start something. (Okay, I was a LOT tempted. She was wearing one of her plunging V-neck sweaters with her... well... big sweater-busters on display). But after calming my nerves and taking a deep breath, I gave her a serious look and said, "We need to talk about last night."

There was a twinkle in Sam's eyes. "Okay you talk. I'll suck." And she reached for my zipper.

“Sam, I'm serious."

Sam frowned, recognized the intensity in my eyes, and her shoulders drooped in disappointment. A moment later, she rolled off me to the side, and I sat up straight.

She sat on the side of the bed to my right, facing away from me at a right angle. Exhaling slowly with her head bent forward, she asked without looking back at me, "Are you upset I stole your virginity Last night?"