Sam and I started up a round of applause, which drew the attention of the others. But we didn't keep clapping for long, as Zofi came up to hug both of us.

“You guyyyys..." she muttered in a little embarrassment .

"You were beautiful," I reassured her.

She sighed. "I just love that movie."

“Anyways, time to get going," Sam interjected. She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek and a pat on the butt.

“See you Monday."

I nodded.

Zofi gave me a stronger kiss straight on the lips. "See you Sunday?"

I smiled. "Wouldn't miss it." I'd already been invited to watch the

Super Bowl with Zofi and her father. Since none of our other friends cared, nor did Mother, it would be a lot more enjoyable to watch the game with my “girlfriend” than watching home alone like usual. A couple of years, Alice had joined me, but just for the commercials. Even

Belle's dad had never really cared.

In the end, all of our friends headed out the door. Belle then took me by the hand, drew me close, and got up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

Knowing that she would get to spend the night, she'd deferred most of the afternoon's activities to the other girls, especially Naimh. But now she had me all to herself.

“Take me to bed, Lover," she whispered softly from inches away.

I smiled warmly at her.

“Anytime.”

“Ungh, ungh, ungh," Belle groaned every time my cockhead bumped ever so gently against her cervix.

“Hmph, hmph, hmph,“ I grunted from the exertion of fucking through her tight channel.

"Soo00 fucking goooood, Matty..." Belle moaned as the water sprayed all around us. She clamped her legs a little tighter around my waist and clutched my neck for dear life, hugging me like a Koala bear while I pinned her against the shower wall and steadily pumped in and out of her pussy.

Shower sex had become a familiar part of our routine lately, at least ever since we started using an oil-based lube. Belle was so Light that it was easy to hold her up in this position against the wall. I mean, we fucked this way against other walls of the house as well, but there was something unique about doing it in the shower that made us keep coming back for more.

Of course, we only needed to get into the shower after getting pretty messy in other ways first. We had started, as usual, with me carrying my little Annabelle up the stairs in my arms like she was my wedding bride and I her proud husband. I set her on my bed, peeled her out of her clothing, and went down on her to taste her sweet nectar and stretch her out with a few fingers too. From there, the script varied from day to day. Sometimes I climbed aboard missionary style. Sometimes she pulled me into a sixty-nine. Other times she rolled me over and mounted me cowgirl style.

Tonight, she'd wanted to take another crack at anal sex. She wasn't competitive about it like the others, but after watching both Mari and

Naimh get sodomized on the couch this afternoon, she'd gone upstairs before the movie and inserted the third of the four butt plugs from the set she'd purchased with Sam.

We'd tried fitting me into her ass once before, with plenty of Lube on

Thursday while Mari played cheerleader in a sixty-nine position trying to distract Belle by eating her out. But perhaps still traumatized from the pain of her deflowering what felt like ages ago (even though it had been less than three months), the instant I'd started pushing through her dilated sphincter she'd tensed up and declared “Nuh-uh. Not happening today."