She put her face in her hands and shook her head. "I guess... I guess I thought we could get away with it. I don't REALLY want to upset them all. I..." She sighed and took a deep breath. "You wanna know what I was thinking? I was thinking of YOU. I was thinking about how much you already look like shit after not getting laid for three whole fucking days. Nevermind that all the rest of us haven't gotten laid for three days and we're managing to not fall apart at the seams."

“I'm not falling apart at the seams," I muttered defensively.

She just gave me skeptical look. Then she sighed and shook her head.

"I've always been the one you talk with to feel better. I thought this was my big chance to really make a difference with my body. I already know I don't stack up with the other girls physically. I'm the only little shorty in the club. My boobs aren't big enough to give you a proper tittyfuck. No matter how much we try, you'll never just be able to slam your dick into my teeny Little asshole unlubed like you can with some of the others. I'll never be able to just slam fuck my face all the way down to the base of your cock the way Mari does. But this?

I thought I could do this. I thought I could make you feel better.

That's what a girl in love DOES, you know? To show her love. To show how important someone is to her. Even when she's feeling taken for granted."

Her tears were flowing again, even as she fought them off.

I sighed.

“Look, B... If I've made you feel neglected or taken for granted, I'm sorry. That was never my intent. And I'm going to make a concerted effort in the future to make clear how important you are to me."

Still wiping away tears, she nodded her agreement.

“But we need to change the dynamic of how we communicate a bit. I'm an open book with you, always telling you how I really feel, whether it's my infatuation with Neevie or my excitement to take Zofi out on a date.

Now maybe it's unfair for me to talk in such glowing terms about other girls. It's only natural for you to feel jealous, and maybe it's better if I keep those thoughts to myself.”

“What? No! I love that you share that stuff with me."

I shook my head.

“I can't anymore. You've just proven that me telling you how I feel about the other girls fuels your jealousy. I know me being open like that makes you feel special, but it's pretty obvious that you can't actually handle the truth.”

“But... that kind of open honesty is what makes us... US."

“Be that as it may, I can't and won't be so wide open telling you my feelings about the other girls. Not anymore. I won't be the frog boiling to death in the pot because he's too fucking stupid to realize it's getting too hot."

“What ?"

“Nevermind,” I muttered with a sigh. Then, I took a deep breath and tried to give her a reassuring smile.

“Look, I promise I'll continue to be honest and open about how I feel about you. But that needs to go both ways. How you feel, and especially how you feel about ME... I need to know that. Your mood swings have been going from hot to cold to passionate to clingy and all over the fucking map lately. It feels like you've been keeping this jealousy bottled up for months now, and after leaking out in spurts, the fucking sewer Line burst tonight. And maybe this is my fault for not probing more, for letting myself get distracted by the other girls instead of sitting you down and hashing this out weeks ago when I realized you were always deflecting me, but you have GOT to be more open with me so I can tell I'm about to step in a big pile of Belle shit before I actually do, alright?"

“Alright ."

“Look, I'm at a really weird point in my life. This break-up with

Neevie has me reevaluating how I feel about all six of you, and it's really fucking with my head. If this were simple, I'd have just said

‘fuckit' already and nailed Neevie by now, but it's not. I mean seriously: I'm horny and she's willing, and yet I'm still choosing abstinence. ME! But despite all that, I KNOW I love you, and will always love you, alright? I don't yet know if that's going to end up being romantic love. The Matty you grew up with will always be ‘in love' with his Annabelle, but we're eighteen now and I still need to figure that stuff out. I..." I took a deep breath.

“Right now at least,