Zofi asked quietly.

“Uhhh, well..." Sam drawled, a little caught off guard by the question.

"I mean, I see Matty: handsome, cute, love-his-abs Matty."

“He turns you on, right?"

“Right ."

Zofi sighed.

“I don't... I mean I LIKE him. And I enjoy messing around with him. But..."

“But he's not your type or something?"

“Or something." Zofi frowned. "I mean, do you stare at his dick and think, 'Damn I wanna suck that cock'?"

Sam giggled.

“Yes.”

Zofi shook her head.

“I don't get that urge. I mean, I've been doing it the last couple of nights, but only because I wanna see the way he looks at me while I'm doing it. I don't have any... desire... to give him a blowjob. And I don't have that desire to fuck him, either.”

Sam sat up too now.

“What are you saying? You're just not attracted to

Matty and you'd rather give it up to some other guy?"

“I dunno. Maybe? I can't really think of any other guys I'd wanna give it up to. Well, maybe Keanu." Zofi giggled.

“And... I mean... I wouldn't MIND letting Matty fuck me. I think about it all the time. I think about what the rest of you look like while he's fucking you: the expressions of absolute ecstasy, the moans and cries when you climax, the sweat and the heat and the... nnnghhh!"

Zoti had started rubbing herself as she lost herself in that fantasy, but as her eyes returned to reality, she looked at me seriously again and said, “But getting horny while fantasizing about it is one thing.

And yet right here and now, I don't have the urge for him to roll me over and shove it in. Do you?"

“Hell yeah," Sam muttered. "I want him to roll me over and shove it in right now!" But she glanced down at my crotch, where my dick had gone nearly Limp, and frowned thoughtfully.

“Maybe I'm just a voyeur like Belle. I get off watching the rest of you get plowed but don't have that urge myself."

Sam mused on that. "I guess..."

“Huh." Zofi sat up a little taller, her spine a little straighter.

“That actually makes a ton of sense. I'm a voyeur!"