Mari and I both just Laughed.

“You know you're more than welcome to stay," I intoned seriously while smoothly but firmly running my hands up and down Mari's naked back. She laid face-down on Matty's Chair, the strings of the bikini top she'd borrowed from Sam undone and draped over the sides to give me unfettered access for my massage. Her massive tits crushed beneath her chest bulged out quite nicely, making it nearly impossible for me to

NOT cop a feel every time I stroked her sides. She still wore the bikini bottoms, but they amounted to Little more than dental floss on the back side, so unfettered access wasn't really a problem.

With a forlorn sigh that had nothing to do with my backrub, Mari muttered, “Tempting as it is, I'm not going to move in here permanently, or even temporarily. I crashed last night because I needed a night away from my parents - to get over how upset my mom made me.

But I need to go home and talk it over with her."

“Then let me come with you."

“I already told you 'no'. This is something I need to do on my own."

“Your mom's not gonna change her mind," Belle drawled from the Lounge chair beside us. She was topless, letting her naked breasts get a little sun to avoid tan lines, pert pale pink nipples so mouthwateringly juicy. "From her point of view, there's nothing you can say that will make her think she's wrong."

“She's not wrong," Mari said.

“Isn't she?" I asked.

Mari sighed. "I totally get where she's coming from. All her life she had a certain path Laid out for her, one that involved getting married young and popping out babies. When she was young, getting a quality guy before all the quality guys already got taken was the priority, and she's always been frustrated at me not following in her footsteps as it were. And even though she can see the financial advantage of me forging my own career, she's afraid I'm going to end up quedada, left over.

She's warned me about becoming la solterona of my cousins, the spinster. ‘What good is money if you have no one to share it with?', y* know?"

“If you get rich you can always come share it with me," Belle Laughed.

“Me, too," I added immediately as well.

Mari turned her head and glanced back at me.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you? Me coming right back into your arms after four years and picking up like we'd never left off."

“Of course. I wouldn't mind waking up with my dick in your ass once a week for the rest of my life."

Mari snorted at that and sighed again. Shaking her head sadly, she muttered, “I can't just save myself for you, Matty. Not for four years."

I paused my rubbing, my palms conveniently on her ass, and I leaned forward to look her in the eyes, saying in a heartfelt voice, "I would never ask you to."

She melted a Little. "I love you, Matty.”

"I Love you too."

“But you don't Love me like I Love you. Not Like you Love Sam or Belle or Neevie."

I sighed. "That has everything to do with me and nothing to do with you."

“Doesn't it? I know damn well I don't surrender anything to them in the sex department. That means it's either my Looks or my personality."

"You are gorgeous."