“I agree," I stated. "The guy is your hero."

Mari blushed and wouldn't look at me.

“I suppose," she mumbled.

I chuckled at her expression. "Relax, I'm not jealous about it."

She snuggled a little tighter. "I told you: I LIKE you being jealous over me."

“Well, Let's be clear here. You're MY girlfriend and I don't want you giving him a blowjob as a reward for defending your honor or anything like that. But I'm genuinely glad he was there."

“Fair enough." Mari snuggled closer to me and sighed. "Seriously, I just wanna get OUT of here."

I nodded and stroked her hair. "Let's go."

Thursday afternoons had always been spent at Belle's house, so rather than go into my place and wait for my girlfriend's arrival, Belle and I went straight to her place and spread our books out in her bedroom.

Belle, as usual, took her desk. I sat on her bed, leaning back against the wall.

Things still weren't back to normal yet between us, and probably wouldn't be until she got her key back. It was sort of a chicken or egg dilemma. What needed to happen first? It sort of felt like she needed to have the key back in order to relax and open up to me. But then I needed to feel like I could trust her in order to give her the key back. But how could I feel Like I could trust her until she relaxed and opened up to me?

In the meantime, Belle and I continued to go through the motions, neither estranged nor completely comfortable around each other. I wasn't MAD at her, and we still talked. But it was clear to both of us that there was some work still to do. Unfortunately, neither of us knew exactly what work we should do. And in the end, that afternoon became a perfect example of just how strange our relationship had become.

Belle and I did our homework in silence for about twenty minutes before

Mari arrived. Once she did, my Lusty Latina bombshell immediately started stripping off her clothes as she tackled me onto the bed. The adrenaline rush of the attack had fueled her arousal and received no outlet at school. I had worried that getting sexually assaulted at school would somehow make her withdraw inside herself and return to old traumas - like when she'd gone catatonic that night in January after

I'd complimented her body built for sex and she'd promptly freaked out

- and I'd mentally prepared myself for a Long, drawn-out conversation to discuss what had happened and reassure her that we would support her in whatever way she needed. But Mari reacted in exactly the opposite way, demanding that Belle and I fuck the daylights out of her and wash away all memory of that punk's hands ever touching her body.

“As far as I'm concerned," Mari insisted, "it happened, but I'm already over it. I want that guy forgotten and nobody's ever gonna bring him up again, alright?"

Also forgotten, albeit temporarily, were any issues between me and

Belle once we fell into the haze of sexual frenzy. We fucked Mari together. Mari and I fucked Belle together. And the two of them fucked me together. But after I blasted away inside Mari's sweet snatch and

Matty's Little Cumslut slurped out the creampie, the three of us sprawled naked across Belle's room, with me slumped in the desk chair and the two BFF's on the bed, Belle using Mari's bosom as a pillow while idly suckling on a puffy nipple.

Even though I'd been pounding my big dick in and out of Belle's tight twat only minutes earlier, as we came down from our orgasmic highs the awkwardness set in again. We cleaned ourselves up and tried to actually get some homework done. But as time went on, that awkwardness only grew, until it was thick enough to be palpable and made it nearly impossible for any of us to actually be productive.

“Okay, I've had enough of this," Mari finally announced out of the blue, slamming her book shut and tossing it on the floor. Belle rotated the desk chair back to face us, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I was once again seated on the bed beside my girlfriend, leaning back against the wall, and I too looked over at Mari not yet understanding what had caused her outburst.

“Had enough of what?" I asked with an arched eyebrow.

“You. Belle. This... whatever this is," Mari explained.

“She wants her key back but she's not sure what she needs to do to convince you to give it back. You haven't made clear what you want from her to earn it back. Things are apparently chill enough that you don't mind having sex with each other. But at the same time things are bad enough that -I- can't study because you two are being all weird!"