“Don't want what? Don't want to have sex right now?"

I clenched my eyes shut for just a moment and then gave her a mournful

Look.

“Look, I get the whole thing about keeping the BTC ‘in balance'," she began with a look of confusion.

“But this is different. Wanting to spend more time focusing on the others is one thing, but stopping me from making love to you right here and now? Something else is wrong. Is it me?"

My mournful Look turned into an apologetic look.

“You don't want ME?" Sam looked astonished. She sat back a bit, still impaled, but our intimate joining was now completely forgotten. She blinked several times, shaking her head, and stared off to the side for a moment.

Pursing her lips, she abruptly brought her attention right back to me.

“It's Belle, isn't it? You two had your Happily Ever After, riding off into the sunset to Berkeley together, and then I had to show up and crash your party. Is that it? You're in love with Belle, and I'm fucking things up.”

“No!" I insisted. And with absolute certainty, I stated, “I'm not in love with Belle."

“Neevie then. You've always been in love with her. Fuck, I should've seen it when you bailed on Sunday to take her out on that spontaneous date. I'm such a fucking idiot. I mean, the two of you talked a good game about being okay with your friends-with-benefits relationship, but deep down you've always wanted each other and now here I am, moving in and spending all this time with you and she's secretly jealous so you--""

"It's not Neevie," I interrupted. "I'm not in Love with Neevie."

“Then what?"

I rubbed my face with both hands and sat up. There were tears in Sam's eyes, tears that I knew were there because of me. It broke my heart to see them, and I started to reach for her face to brush the tears away but at the last second stilled my hand.

“It's ME? Just me?" she was practically sobbing now. She grabbed my hand and brought it to her cheek. "Am I not good enough for you? Is

Aphrodite not what you want? Does Tight-Arse Slut not make you happy anymore?"

“Good lord, Sam, no, it's not that." Feeling frustrated myself, I pulled our chests together and rolled us both over to our sides. We managed to not get disengaged, and pulled both of her legs up and over my hips so that I could grind my pelvis down on her clit.

“Aphrodite is

AMAZING. And Tight-Ass Slut makes Master VERY happy."

She reacted to the pleasure immediately, gasping and clutching me close. I fucked her hard and I fucked her fast, surrendering to my emotions for a brief minute or two as if I could express my true feelings for this gorgeous creature with so simple a gesture. But I burned out really fast and came to stop, leaning into her with all my weight.

No longer finding an outlet through physical thrusting, my emotions surged up inside of me, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on capping the well before it exploded like a geyser. The emotions, you see, not a geyser of jism. Actually, thinking of it in such purely physical terms helped. Gallons of sperm flowing out of fire hydrants and all. And with the idea of just coldly fucking her the way I'd done to her Last night, not “making love", I started my in-and-out thrusting once more.

“Matty, what's going on?"

I didn't respond verbally. I bent down and captured her Lips with mine.

I speared my tongue into her mouth, kissing her with every ounce of fervent passion I could muster. She whimpered and kissed me back, my obvious Lust washing away her anxiety. And only after we'd been making out for a few minutes did I finally pull back and speak.

“Fuck me, Sam." I stared down at her with fire in my eyes.