Eventually I was rock hard, and Belle took full advantage to really grind herself against me while we continued to play tonsil hockey. But as much as I might've wanted to Lift up her Little body and sit her down on my throbbing hard dick, past experience told me entry would be impossible with her teeny twat and my fat dick within the lubrication-erasing water of the tub. Instead, I gripped her body and helped her rub her clit against my cock until she had a small climax.

And after she squeaked and shuddered and finally went still, I cradled my Annabelle’s head to my shoulder and patted her back for a job well done.

Beside us, Mari shook her head slowly, gave us a funny look, and breathed, "You two are so unbelievably beautiful together. Tell me again why he's dating Neevie and not you?"

“Mari..." Belle groaned.

“We've talked about this."

“Yeah... we've talked. And talked. And talked. I keep saying you should do it and you keep giving me reasons why you won't, except that none of your reasons are valid."

Belle frowned.

“They are too valid."

“It's our senior year and we might end up on opposite sides of the country in a few months,'" Mari parroted.

“'What if we don't actually like dating each other, it ruins our friendship, and we end up hating each other.’ ‘I get to spend more time with him than any other high school girlfriend gets to with none of the hassle of actually dating him.*"

“Those are all VERY valid reasons."

“But you're IN LOVE with him. It's so fucking obvious! You two are

AMAZING together! Better than him and Neevie."

I frowned. "What's wrong with me and Neevie?"™

“Nothing. You and Neevie are great together," Mari replied affably.

“Smoking hot couple... Super fucking sexy together... CLEARLY totally into each other. But... that's it."

I blinked. "That's what? What you described sounds perfect."

Mari snorted.

“You and BELLE are perfect. Think about it: How much time have you spent with Neevie just... talking. The way the three of us are doing now, hmm?"

I screwed up my face. "That's different. Belle and I have always had way more time together to spend on conversation. With Neevie -- and especially her parents -- we have to make the most of what little time we have."

“To fuck each other's brains out."

I grinned. "Well... yeah..."

Mari shook her head like I'd just proved her point or something.

“If you don't already get it, I can't help you. Must be that pesky

Y-chromosome. Humans are better off without ‘em."