I arched an eyebrow.

“You don't seem nearly as conflicted about having sex with me now compared to last night."

She shrugged. "What's done is done. We've already crossed the line from

‘friends' to 'friends with benefits'. Might as well get my benefits.”

I chuckled at the idea of sharing those "benefits" with such a gorgeous and supremely fuckable teenage vixen. Seriously, Sam had been “sex in heels" personified Last night, and even though I'd literally taken

Belle's virginity only a few hours ago, the idea of plundering Sam's phenomenal pussy again had me packing a pretty hard prick in my shorts.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed those thoughts aside and reminded myself to be patient. I hadn't gotten this far in my relationships with the

BTC girls by leaping for every impulsive opportunity - quite the opposite, in fact. The same instinct that told me NOT to grab that round titty in my face without an explicit invitation warned me that to continue having sex with Sam without getting to the bottom of her psyche had disaster written all over it. And I forced myself to think rationally, not hormonally.

Closing my eyes, I weighed the question I wanted to ask in my mind and reasoned out the implications. It was a risk, but one I thought needed to be taken. So I opened my eyes, hugged my friend to my side, and asked carefully, “Are you in love with me?”

Sam jerked away from my arm and stared at me in surprise.

“What?”

I shrugged and tried to look unthreatening.

“It's a simple question.”

"No it's not."

“Well, it's a simple question if the answer is ‘no’. Otherwise..." I let my voice trail off.

Sam schooled her face and stated flatly, "I'm not in love with you."

I stared at her a little bit, the same kind of lawyerly stare Mother used. Sam's eyes wavered, and a moment later she turned to stare into her lap, unable to meet my gaze. And she winced, realizing she'd been caught in a lie.

“I'm not in Love with you," she said evasively. "Not exactly. I mean, I don't want to date you or anything like that. I've got too much going on in my life anyway.”

“But you have feelings for me?"

“I like you, Matty. A lot." She turned to face me, some of her self-confidence coming back as she raised her chin and added, "I think you Like me a Lot, too."

I smiled and nodded. "I do."

“I'm attracted to you. I've been attracted to you for a while now. I think you're pretty gorgeous, actually. The other girls think so too."

I arched an eyebrow.

“Never really thought of myself as ‘gorgeous’ ."

“Why do you think we've all been rubbing ourselves all over you for the past few years? It's not because you're ugly." Sam reached up and traced my cheek with her fingertips.