Zofi didn't immediately respond, bobbing her head down and down one more cycle before popping off and jacking the shaft with her left hand.

“We're not there yet," she replied with furrowed eyebrows. I could feel her closing up emotionally just a little bit.

“Don't push her," I muttered quietly, still staring at Zofi but with my words directed at Sam. "She's on her own timetable, and as much as I want to do it myself, I'll understand even if that timetable ultimately says ‘never'."

Zofi blinked and looked up at me.

“You really mean that?"

“Of course."

Zofi gave me a skeptical look. "That's not just Matty-speak for, ‘Of course I want to and I'm gonna keep fantasizing about you but if in the end you don't let me put it inside you I'm gonna get all disappointed?'"

I frowned, a little hurt that she doubted me. "I care deeply about all of you, which is why I stuck around for so many years even without ever getting anywhere for the longest time. If I never pressured you before, why would you think I'd start pressuring you now?"

Zofi pressed her Lips together and thought about that for a moment.

“I guess it's not you I'm worried about; it's the rest of them. I definitely won't be like Alice and leave the BTC. But at the same time,

I can't help but feel like everyone else is looking at me, saying,

‘We've all fucked him. When are you gonna finally give it up?’ Like I'm supposed to put out for him as a condition of staying in the club.”

Sam frowned and immediately crawled over to rub Zofi's back. "Oh, baby,

I'm sorry. That was a really thoughtless thing for me to say. I know

I've already asked you this same question before, and I shouldn't have brought it up again.”

“No, it's okay. Nothing I haven't asked myself a thousand times already." Zofi let go of my dick and sat up, crossing her legs and planting her elbows on her knees while dropping her cheeks into both palms. "Part of me thinks I should just get it over with so I won't feel this way anymore. Like... it wouldn't be THAT hard for me to just lie down right here and now, spread my legs, and let you plug it into me. I'm plenty wet enough and I'm sure you'd make me feel good, and yet..."

Her voice trailed off as she collected herself. Trying to follow her train of thought, I asked, “Did you want a special night Like Mari's date?"

"No, it's not that." Zofi shook her head quickly. "Although that would be nice..."

“Just not ready to surrender your virginity?" Sam suggested.

"I don't even see my cherry as all that big a deal. It's weird. I can't fully explain it. It's more..." She trailed off again and Looked off to the side. "Sex is... I mean..."

Sam and I glanced at each other. Neither of us knew what was going through Zofi's mind right now, and given that the two besties must've had this discussion other times, I wondered what was different about tonight compared to previous times.

Well, -I- was part of the conversation now. THAT was different.

As if proving my point, Zofi frowned and stared at me, really STARED at me. She scrutinized my body, looked me up and down from head to toe, and even zeroed in on my crotch. My dick had deflated somewhat due to the heavy nature of the conversation, so I wasn't at full mast anymore.

And being put under the microscope the way Zofi was doing to me right now wasn't very arousing, either.

“Sam? What do you see when you look at Matty's naked body like this?"