In the end, the seven of us played card games, ate dinner, and then gathered together to watch a movie. I sat in one corner with Mari as my single cuddle partner and Alice beside her. Sam and Zofi were on the loveseat. Naimh was on the armchair, and Belle had grabbed a barstool from the kitchen and sat behind us.

Naimh and I were much more relaxed around each other throughout the rest of the evening, and although the “no sex" moratorium had not yet been lifted, at least it was clear that our conversation had resolved much of the initial awkwardness and everyone had the sense that things would return to normal soon. At this point, it was really a matter of finding the appropriate time for Naimh and I to resume the physical part of our relationship (and subsequently resume with the rest of them as well).

And then Alice started taking bets on when I'd cave. Mari and Zofi thought it made the most sense for us to resume our “Neevie Mondays".

Sam insisted that betting on the outcome or even discussing such a bet would be an impediment to Naimh and me finding a natural solution that felt right to both of us. Alice muttered, “Whatever,” and then proclaimed her belief that we'd find a way to hook up tomorrow so everything could go back to normal right away. Naimh laughed and said that was just because Alice herself was super-horny and wanted things to go back to normal right away. Belle had no comment on the matter.

At the end of the night, Belle and I said our goodnights to everyone.

Once the door was closed, she immediately turned to me, wrapped her arms around the back of my neck, and pulled me down for a ferocious kiss.

Pleasure exploded in my brain and felt like drinking from a cool, clear oasis after years of wandering out in the desert (cough seventy hours).

She tightened her grip, which nearly pulled me down, so instead I reached down to scoop her up into my arms and she wrapped her legs around my waist, holding onto me like a koala bear until I planted her back against the door and started to really kiss her.

A moment later, I realized what we were doing and pulled back.

“Waitaminute. We're not supposed to be doing this.”

"I'm already sleeping with you overnight. Nobody's gonna freak about us kissing a bit, as long as it's not around them making them all jealous.”

That made a certain kind of sense, so I shrugged and went back to making out with her. Of course, I may have been fooling myself for selfish reasons, but the point is that I accepted her reasoning at the time. Eventually though, we had to pause to breathe, and after setting her forehead against mine, Belle murmured seductively, “I'd like that massage now."

I grinned and carried her upstairs.

Once in my room, I gently Lay my little Lover face-down across my mattress. She let me disrobe her, starting with her shirt, and then her bra, and finally her jeans. I left her panties on, same as I had for

Naimh, and then I went to work.

At first, it was a normal full-body massage. I worked her neck, shoulders, and back. Then, sliding further down the bed, I started rubbing Belle's buttcheeks on the way down to her legs when I noticed that they didn't really squish the way I expected them to. It almost felt like there was some obstruction preventing the buttflesh from coming together in the middle, and with a sudden realization, I peeled down the back of her waistband and gasped at the sight of a silver disc surrounding a flat blue crystal.

It's the big butt plug.

That information zapped my brain like a lightning bolt, and my eyes flew open. Belle was panting softly after moaning and groaning while I worked her body over. And she waggled her ass at me invitingly.

"I need you in my ass, Matty," she crooned.

We had only ever done this twice: once the morning after Valentine's when I first took her anal virginity, and then once more at the following Friday BTC group orgy. Anal with Belle had become that rarest of 5-star restaurant desserts, reserved for only special, special occasions, and my adrenaline surged at the idea of buggering the diminutive babe.

Especially after having gone nearly seventy-two hours without sex.

And yet... I knew it was wrong. Making out with her downstairs had probably been wrong. Sleeping overnight with her was probably gonna piss somebody off too. I mean, maybe the girls would be okay with it, so long as we didn't have sex. If we were really rewinding things back to the way they were before blowjobs and hand jobs and titfucks, Belle and I had still been close back then and she could've slept overnight with me at any time.

Who the fuck was I kidding? Belle and I hadn't spent the night together since we were seven before all this started happening, and I never should've agreed to let her stay tonight, either. Even if none of the other girls voiced any objections to Belle spending the night with me,

I was certain there would be one or two of them lying in bed tonight wondering... fearing?... that something like this was happening right now. And then what? I'd have to either come clean that Belle and I broke The Rule and had sex and deal with that fallout, or stop this right now and tell them we'd cuddled overnight but abstained from hooking up.

Continuing to not have sex would suck, but having to tell the other girls I'd banged Belle would end up being worse. I knew that.