Mother sighed and gave me a disappointed look instead. Belle squeezed my arm and said quietly, "You call Sam's house first. I'll call Zofi's after. Her mom doesn't hate me the way she hates you right now.”

I nodded and sighed. But just when I headed for the cordless phone in the kitchen, we all heard the sound of a key sliding into the front door lock and then turning. Mother, Belle, and I all comically looked at each other for a second before we started walking to the foyer. And to both Mother's and my relief (Mother's, a little bit more), Sam walked in looking none the worse for wear.

I blinked in surprise when she closed the door behind her, asking,

“Zofiz"

Sam gave us a weary smile and said, “She's home."

Graduation —-

The morning air was cold against my right cheek, the pillow reassuringly warm against my left. I snuggled deeper into the covers and their cocooning heat while pressing my chest against her back, covered only by a thin Layer of cotton. As my senses came alive, the fingers of my right hand reflexively squeezed the large bare breast I was currently palming beneath her nightie. My Left arm snaked beneath her pillow, with the hand dangling off the edge of the bed.

Reflexively, I ground my morning wood into her panty-covered ass. And breathing deeply, I Let my head roll forward to push my nose into her platinum-blonde hair, smelling her sweet fragrance.

Almost automatically, I set to work gently stroking her body, titillating her senses, and teasing her flower petals open. Sam had given me carte blanche on the whole consent thing, and it seemed at least once or twice a week that she got forcefully woken up to find me pushing into her. But it was right around the time that I began tickling her clit that I finally shook the mental cobwebs free enough to remember my plans for the next time this opportunity presented itself.

I forced myself to be really patient. On the one hand, what I had in mind required no natural Lubrication, so I suppose I could've set my plan into motion and minimized the chances of her waking up on her own.

On the other hand, I still wanted her to wake up on the verge of orgasm. So I took long, deep breaths. I spent extra time dipping my finger into her honeypot to keep my fingertips slick. And I waited until I knew she'd be absolutely SOAKED inside.

And then I rolled my bodaciously busty girlfriend forward onto her belly. Gently. Slowly. I peeled her panties halfway down her thighs. I retrieved the Lube from the nightstand to prep myself although I didn't dare try to squirt any into her. And after straddling her luscious bubble butt on my knees, I nudged my slickened cockhead into her crack, took careful aim, and started pushing.

“Holy fucking SHIT!," Sam gasped as she abruptly awoke, her head jerking back as she suddenly found herself with four inches of thick dick in her ass. As she'd been unconscious, her sphincter had given way without resistance, but it now clamped up tighter than ever and briefly arrested my descent.

Reaching down, I grabbed her asscheeks and physically spread them apart while murmuring, "Good morning, Lover."

“Holy fucking shit, Matty..." Sam repeated, groaning as she set her chin back down, the tension fleeing her shoulders as she relaxed and let me in. I swiftly claimed every last inch of her colon, rooting myself completely. She shivered as I kissed the back of her neck, and then her cheek, and finally she turned her face to mine to meet my lips.

“You got another first," I chuckled with a smirk and leaned forward to plant my hands to either side of her shoulders.

She put her palms against the backs of my hands and interlaced our fingers together, closing her eyes momentarily.

“Holy fucking shit that's a crazy way to wake up. Sheer terror, not understanding what the fuck is going on followed by immediate bliss at realizing it's you... the great love of my life... so deep inside me. I wish Neevie hadn't already called dibs on the whole ‘sacred core’ bit because... FUCK... I love this feeling."

“Great love of your life?" I asked with a chuckle.

She squeezed my hands and looked at me seriously.

“You're The One."

I blinked, a Little surprised at the intensity of her emotions.

She grinned immediately.

“Don't worry. I'm not gonna ask you to reciprocate that particular endearment. Not with Belle and Neevie coming with us."

“I may not be able to call you The One, but you are My Favorite," I told her sincerely.