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BTC 2.0: Chapter 32

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-- CHAPTER 32: Angel --

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“So you haven’t hooked up with Skylar yet?” Mari asked with an expression of amused surprise as she and I left Skylar’s apartment together, hand-in-hand.

It was just the two of us now. Isabela had initially taken my elbow and dug her boobs into my bicep while greeting Naimh’s tasty new friend. But even though Mari had been her normally sweet self, Isabela had suddenly released me and said she needed to run and pick up Luna for lunch. Mari and I had watched her retreat, both of us somewhat nonplussed by the girl’s abrupt departure, although I noted Skylar and Naimh giving each other amused grins. The rest of us had hung out together for about an hour, but Naimh had to get to her next class, and I was taking Mari home.

I rolled my eyes. “Not yet, and not ever. Skylar’s my current T.A., for one thing. She could lose her job if she hooked up with me, and I don’t even want to think of what other academic discipline she could potentially face.”

Mari gave me a skeptical look. “Well, she’s your current T.A. for now. But what happens next semester?”

I shook my head. “She’s five years older than me and not interested in a ‘teenage boy’. I’m ‘just a kid’ to her, and those two phrases are her words, not mine.”

Mari pursed her lips and shrugged. “Sounds like she’s rationalizing excuses to fight her attraction to you.”

I sighed and shrugged. “Believe whatever you like, but I’m telling you that Skylar’s not interested in me like that. Besides, she’s been really cool and a great human being for me to confide in. To be perfectly honest, she’s far more important to me as someone I can really talk to than as a potential bed partner.”

“¿Por qué no los dos?”

I snorted and shook my head. “Surely you didn’t come all this way just to ask me questions about Skylar.”

“You’re right; you’re right. I came here to see you.”

“And Neevie.”

“And Neevie,” she admitted. “And Belle and Sam, of course. But specifically you, Matty. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, Angel,” I replied warmly and puckered up for a quick peck, which Mari gladly gave me. After starting with a head-grabbing, leg-wrapping, spine-tingling kiss right there on the plaza outside of the Engineering building in front of Naimh, Skylar, and Isabela, Mari hadn’t been shy about giving me more kisses and pecks throughout lunch and our conversation at Skylar’s apartment.

But this kiss was our first kiss while completely alone. It started off as a peck, but once her lips came into contact with mine, her ardor suddenly increased and we came to a stop so she could press herself against me right there on the sidewalk, wrap her arms around my neck, and really put a considerable amount of passion into our liplock. My Mariangel moaned into my mouth as she tilted her head to the other side and started playing tonsil hockey with her tongue. And if we hadn’t been walking outside on a public street, I thought she might very well have attempted to mount me.

Her lower lip was quivering when she pulled her face back from mine, her breathing shallow and her dark eyes smoldering. “What time’s your next class?” she asked with a husky purr.

“Doesn’t matter,” I panted in reply. “How ’bout I skip class and we just go back to my house?”

Mari’s eyes glowed. “Yes, please!”

****

I had a hard time getting my key into the lock of my front door, what with the horny Latina climbing all over me while trying to stick her tongue down my throat at the same time. Any notion I may have had about shy little Mari needing to ease back into the pool had gone straight out the window. For a brief moment, I wondered if I wouldn’t be better off slipping my hand beneath her miniskirt and fingerbanging her to a quick orgasm right there on my front porch to take the edge off so she could let me open the door and get us inside. In the end I managed to turn my face to the side just enough to focus on fitting my key while she gnawed on my jawline and then bit my ear. But just as soon as I finally got the knob to turn, she tackled me into the door, forcing it to bang open with my shoulder. And then I had to fight to try and pry myself free of her grasp while simultaneously keeping her satisfied with enough pawing and kissing so that I could take my keys OUT of the door and then slam the damn thing shut.

And then she tackled me again.

No, seriously, she tackled me. I don’t think it was her intent to knock me off my feet, but I was a little off-balance and she was being rather aggressive, so when my legs buckled I really had no way to avoid falling to the floor. And Mari yelped in surprise when we fell down together in a heap.

Fortunately, I landed on that part of my anatomy that had sufficient cushioning to absorb such an impact against the hardwood. Although I wound up sprawled on my back, I didn’t hit my head or anything. And the buxom babe atop me and I wound up laughing with each other from only inches away before she sealed her lips to mine once more.

Sliding my hands up the backs of her thighs and underneath her short black miniskirt, I grabbed meaty handfuls of my Mariangel’s magnificent ass while she mewled and manically made out with me. Although she may have lost a few pounds, she remained the ideal of lush, plush, and soft femininity.

But even if she was horny as hell right now, I didn’t think she’d fantasized about fucking me on the hallway floor or anything. So after a few minutes of Frenching, she rolled off me and started unzipping her knee-high boots.

I kicked off my shoes and then stood up first so I could extend both arms down and help my forever-Queen Mari up to her feet. She immediately wrapped her arms around the back of my neck as if about to give me yet another passionate French kiss, but instead she merely pecked my lips before staring up at me with sizzling eyes, intoning huskily, “Bedroom now, please.”

I grinned, stooped, and scooped her up into a bridal carry.

Mari had always been self-conscious of her weight, even though she’d lost quite a bit over the years. So she tensed up a bit and studied my face for any signs of strain while I smoothly carried her up the stairs. But I’d spent a lot of time doing this sort of bridal carry with each of the girls and at 5’4”, Mari wasn’t even the heaviest girl I’d ever carried up these stairs (but don’t tell the others I said that!). That doesn’t even mention the much more physically demanding stand-up sex I’d enjoyed while pinning one or another of the girls against the wall, so I was well-trained by now.

And the ease with which I lifted her - as light as a feather - seemed to fan the flames of Mari’s arousal even higher.

I didn’t bother kicking the door closed behind me since nobody else would be coming home at this time (not that I would’ve cared anyway). I laid my Latina lover down on my bed with her head comfortably situated on a pillow before bending over to give her a sweet kiss. She kept her arms around my neck at first but let go of me when I firmly tugged myself backwards. And I kissed my way down her neck and through the valley of her cleavage while relocating myself further down the bed, at which point I took hold of her miniskirt’s waistband and started tugging both it and her panties down her legs.

“Oh, Matty…” my Mariangel moaned moments later when my tongue first made contact with her mons. She slid her hands into my hair, arched her spine to thrust her crotch into my face, and then muttered, “Matty… Matty… Matty…” as if my very name itself was the most heavenly aphrodisiac imaginable.

Knowing that we had plenty of time after I’d elected to play hooky from school, I was in no hurry as I got myself comfortably situated bent over the foot of the bed, draping her legs over my shoulders and settling in for the long haul. I feasted on her tasty twat and rather slovenly slurped at her succulent snatch. Meanwhile, Mari continued to moan and hold my head to her loins until my hands started wandering upwards along her torso, at which point she helped me out by stripping off her sweater and unsnapping her bra before grabbing my hands and planting them both on her naked mammaries.

I must’ve eaten her out for twenty minutes at a bare minimum and completely lost track of the number of times she came. I was plenty entertained playing with her big boobies and couldn’t help but smile every time she squeaked or squealed in orgasmic ecstasy. I didn’t even need to fingerbang her; she seemed plenty happy with my tongue. And at the very end, when she arched her spine to thrust her crotch into my face one last time while I simultaneously hoovered her prominent clit into my mouth and pinched her nipples, she let out a final scream of satisfaction and then went utterly limp beneath me.

And then I entered her.

Mari had been dazed and delirious while I stood up, wiped my face, and then stripped off my clothing. But she came alive to grasp my upper arms and smiled that warm and welcoming smile as soon as I climbed atop her and then eased my swollen schlong into her buttery-smooth snatch. Rejoining our bodies together in this intimate fashion felt as familiar as a friendly hug. And I scooped my forearms beneath her back before giving her a quick peck on the nose and then planting my forehead on the pillow beside her so we could hug each other even tighter.

Neither of us moved for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being so fully connected again for the first time in forever. In truth, it had only been about three months. But while three months near the end of senior year had gone by in the blink of an eye, the past three months of meeting brand-new people, getting familiarized with a brand-new campus, and moving into a brand-new home had felt like… well… it felt like forever.

But my Angel and I were together again… just like old times.

And I started crying at just how much I’d missed her presence.

“Shhh… shhh…” Mari soothed while stroking my spine with one hand and the back of my head with the other. “What’s wrong?”

“I just… I dunno. I think it just hit me right now how much I missed you,” I mumbled while struggling to stifle my tears.

She chuckled lightly beneath me. “Oh, from what Belle’s told me, I’m sure you barely gave me a second thought.”

“That’s not true,” I insisted a little defensively before pulling my head up to look down into her warm brown eyes. There was no accusation in them - no resentment or bitterness. Still, I admitted, “Well, I’m sure I haven’t thought about you nearly as much as you deserve. I know I’ve always been a bit of an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ kind of guy. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t missed you, or that I’m not so incredibly thankful that you’re here with me right now.”

She smiled up at me and pecked my nose. “I’ve missed you too, Matty. And I’m thankful you’re here with me right now.”

She kissed me again.

And then Queen Mari took over.

One minute, I was in the dominant position making love to my Mariangel with my mouth. The next minute, I suddenly found myself flat on my back with my freshly aggressive amour holding my prick at its base so she could sink herself back down onto it. Once mounted, the bodaciously buxom brunette hefted both tits in her hands, oodles of titflesh spilling out from around her fingers. She mashed her own melons together and jiggled them up-and-down, sometimes together and sometimes in an alternating pattern. And then like a lighthearted mother playing peekaboo with her baby boy, she put on a bright smile with wide eyes and theatrically flung her arms out to the sides to reveal her big boobies to my hungry gaze, shaking her ta-tas side-to-side while I laughed and grinned up at her.

And then she pitched forward to smother my face with her titties.

Thus far, neither Mari nor I had done any actual pelvic thrusting. But that changed in a hurry as we went from zero-to-sixty in two-point-four seconds flat when she started humping herself up and down my meatstick while mashing her marvelous mammaries down onto my face.

Rather than let her do all the work, I raised my knees and planted my feet flat so I could thrust up into her, grabbing meaty handfuls of her ass again to help bounce my busty babe in my lap. I opened my mouth to suckle on first one and then the other teat, really noshing on her nipples, baring my teeth against her breasts, and motorboating her melons to my heart’s content.

“Oh Matty…” Mari moaned. “Oh Matty… bite my nipples. Bite ’em!”

I bit ’em and gnawed on ’em and she growled in sensual delight.

“Fuck me, Matty… Matty! Matty! Matty! Fuck meeee…”

My name may have been an aural aphrodisiac to her, but the sound of her voice moaning my name was an aural aphrodisiac to me. And the more she said it, the more it spurred me on to thrust into her heavenly body-built-for-sex even harder and even faster.

With a roar I rolled us over, again becoming dislodged in the process. The idea was to park her flat on her back and reenter her missionary-style, but she wound up doing an extra half-roll beneath me, putting herself face-down and ass-up. Planting her right cheek to the mattress and spreading her knees to the sides, my Angel thrust her bubble butt into the air and reached back with both hands to separate her asscheeks apart, giving me a clear view of her soaking wet snatch and puckered starfish.

For a brief second I was tempted to skewer her anal star, knowing full well she could handle it even unlubed. I even bent down at kissed her beautiful bubble butt and buzzed her asshole while briefly fantasizing about stabbing my steel-hard schlong straight through her squeezing sphincter. But choosing to save that particular pleasure for later, I lined myself back up with her pink pussy and plunged my pecker back in.

“MMMAAATTTTTTYYY!” Mari screamed as my powerful prick penetrated her. She threw her head back like a prancing pony while simultaneously driving her ass back to meet my pelvis. And without pausing to soak in the sensations, the pair of us went right back to pounding each other with wild abandon.

At first Mari pushed herself up onto all fours so she could sway her body back and forth to meet me while I held her hips and kept my back straight to do all the driving with my abs. But as her next orgasm built, she started to lose the rhythm and then let her forearms collapse back down. So I bent over her body to reach my hands around and palm her big boobies, using them as handholds so I could ram my rod into her compliantly hospitable center, listening to the meaty slaps of my upper thighs against her plush booty.

A ticklish sensation against my balls nearly made me lose my rhythm, but I soon realized that Mari had simply snuck a hand down to her own crotch to rub her clit while ramping up the final climb. She started screaming my name again, “Matty! MATTY! MMMAAATTTTTTYYY!!!”

And when she started screaming into the mattress as her pleasure peaked, I hammered my pelvis off her heinie even harder to really power my cock through her clenching cunt until her climax finally started to wane.

Then her legs collapsed as well.

My Angel wound up prone beneath me, limbs askew and once again a bit dazed and delirious in the aftermath of such an incredible orgasm. I kept hunching myself back and forth within her for a bit but wasn’t completely satisfied with the depth I was limited to in this position. So I pulled myself out, rolled her onto her back, and then slowly reentered her in my originally intended missionary position.

“Fuuuuck, Matty, I missed you,” she murmured while staring up at me with half-hooded eyes, still a bit dazed. Rather than loom over her directly, I instead sat back on my heels while holding her hips to draw her body with me, kneeling with her ass in my lap and our loins still enjoined. She let me manipulate her body as my personal pleasure toy, her arms trailing back along the mattress behind her. And she simply smiled at me with infinite serenity when I used my abs and glutes to start pumping my prick in and out of her once again.

“I missed you too, Angel,” I intoned sincerely.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve lain awake in bed, rubbing myself while fantasizing about doing this again with you.”

“Does reality live up to the fantasy?”

“Mmm… even better,” Mari moaned. “I love this. I love you. I’ll always love you.”

“And I’ll always love you,” I told her seriously. “My Mari. My Angel.”

“Fuck me, Matty… Fuck this incredible body-built-for-sex. Did you like the way I looked today? I picked out the whole outfit especially for you.”

“LOVED the outfit. That tight top with the plunging V-neck? Your cleavage was unreal.” I paused my thrusting to reach up and palm her bare breasts, squeezing the plump melons. Then I slid my hands around her torso down to cup her asscheeks, continuing, “The miniskirt that showed off your bodacious booty? Made me wanna go nom-nom-nom. Those leather boots were fiiine. And overall? Did you know you made a guy walk into a light post?”

“Wait, what?” Mari giggled and looked up at me in surprise.

“I’m serious. You were crossing the plaza and already had eyes only for me. But there was some poor guy going the other direction who turned to stare after you and then blundered into a light post.”

“Oh no! Was he hurt?”

“Nah. Caught him in the shoulder and he had to hug the pole to keep from falling down; he’d probably say the momentary pain was totally worth it just to see you walk a few more steps. But as hot as you looked in the outfit, it was the WAY you walked that was sexy as hell. Confident. Poised. You’re an incredibly gorgeous girl, Mari. You’re the kind of stunning beauty that stops traffic from across the street.”

“Matty, please…” She blushed bright pink, a bit of her old shy embarrassment at my praise shining through.

“I mean it, Angel. I’m not saying this just to flatter you. I think you know you’re an outright hottie now. The way you walked up to me? That wasn’t the walk of an insecure high schooler trying to fake it ’til she makes it. That was the walk of a sexy siren who KNOWS she’s a Perfect Ten. I think college life has been good for you.”

She giggled and blushed again. “You may have been right about that three-to-one Caltech ratio, and about me being the hottest thing on-campus.”

“See? Told you so.” I smirked. “I’ll bet you’re getting so much attention, you’ve run out of storage space on your phone for all their numbers.”

“Matty…”

“Have any guys gotten into fistfights with each other over you yet?”

“Matty! No! Of course not.”

“Okay so not yet. Give it time. All it takes is one of my Angel’s dazzling smiles, and while one guy will believe it was for him, the other will claim it was obviously for him, and--”

“Matty! No…”

I laughed and rubbed her upper arms. “But seriously: while I know for sure that you’ve caught the attention of many guys at Caltech, there have to have been a few guys who’ve caught your attention by now as well.”

“A few, perhaps,” she admitted shyly. “But there’s never been anyone who could compare to you, Matty. My first. My only. My always. My evermore.”

“Your ‘only’?” I frowned. “Mari… Angel… It’s been three months.”

“It’s only been three months,” she scoffed, lightly slapping me on the chest. “Did you expect me to get over you so quickly?”

“Well it’s just… That confident strut you’ve got going now. I guess I assumed… I just don’t want you holding yourself back for my sake.”

“I know, I know. Guys have propositioned me, of course, but I haven’t been ready to take that step yet. Intimacy isn’t easy for me, and I haven’t yet found a guy I could really trust the way I trust you. I won’t hold myself back forever. But just… I’m not ready yet. That’s all.”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” I assured her. “I’m just happy I can take care of you now.”

“You’re gonna take care of me all fucking weekend, buster. I hope you weren’t expecting a super-relaxing holiday break or anything, because I’m gonna wear you out.”

I chuckled and sighed, nodding slowly. “Looking forward to it. But I’m serious: when you get back to Caltech, don’t hold yourself back on my behalf.”

“I know. I won’t. When I’m ready, and when I find the right guy… or maybe even guys… I’ll take the plunge. It’s not like I’m lacking for opportunities. Hottest thing on-campus and all.”

I grinned and caressed her ass again. “Ranked Number One on a lot of Top Ten lists on that campus, I’m sure. Top Ten hottest freshman girls. Top Ten babes at Caltech. Top Ten tits in California.”

Mari giggled. “I’d like to think so.”

“I’m certain of it.”

She laughed again.

“Can I fuck the top tits in California?”

“Anytime you want. I told you that you could always just ask.”

“I’m asking now. Well, hang on a sec. I wanna do this first.” With that I grabbed onto her hips for leverage and really started crunching my abs and glutes to pound her body like a piston. The sudden jerking motion made her big titties bounce, flapping back-and-forth like a snow angel, or maybe butterfly wings. I grinned and almost drooled onto her belly at the sight of her bouncing boobies gyrating in circular orbits, caroming off in odd directions, and occasionally crashing together like Uranium atoms in a nuclear energy simulation. It really felt like old times.

And another thing that felt like old times was a fantasy about blasting my wad all over Mari’s marvelous melons in motion.

So then I pulled myself out, knee-walked myself over her supine body, and laid my dick into the valley of her cleavage.

“Fuck my tits, Matty,” Mari crooned while mashing her mammaries around my rod. “Come fuck the top tits in California.”

I grinned, grabbed the top of the headboard, and started thrusting.

“Mmm… Do my tits feel good for you?” she moaned as my slippery schlong slid through her tunnel of titflesh. “Just as supple and soft as you remember?”

“So supple… So soft…” I groaned.

“Do you like it when I open my mouth and let you thrust into it at the top? Lngh mffph?”

“Love it… Love it…” I grunted while stretching her lips around my swollen shaft.

Her mouth made [glng-glng-glng] sounds while my mushroom head repeatedly penetrated it, but after a minute she set her head back down on the pillow and smiled up at me.

“Cum for me, Matty…” she crooned. “Cum for me…”

“I’m gonna cum soon,” I assured her. “I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Bathe my big boobies with all your creamy sperm. I wanna watch your big prick painting my nipples with hot cum. Can you do that for me? I’ve been wanting to feel you hose me down for so long. Maybe get a few spurts on my face? I can’t remember the last time you gave me a facial. So let’s do both, huh? Paint my face AND my tits! I wanna taste you again. Shit! I never gave you a proper blowjob, did I? You went down on me forever, but I never really sucked your dick! Well I’m not gonna stop you now. You’re fucking my tits so fast I can tell how close you are to cumming. But we are GONNA fix that just as soon as we’re done with this round. Hurry up and paint my face and my tits so then I can lick up whatever you leave me and then give you a REAL blowjob to suck you hard again. And then maybe you can put it in my ass? I know how much you’ve always loved fucking my ass. I want you railing my rectum from behind, making my buttcheeks jiggle as you hammer me hard. But first you gotta cum all over me. Cum all over my face, Matty! Pound your way through my tight tits! Fuck I can feel how heavy your balls are getting right now. You must have a TON of creamy cum backed up in there for me! Fuck my tits, Matty! Cum on my face! Cum on my tits! Hose me down! Cum for me, Matty! Cum! CUM! CUM!!!”

I came.

I clamped my fingers down on the headboard hard enough that I’m surprised the wood didn’t splinter. And I thrust forward through Mari’s tunnel of titflesh one last time, grunting, “MAAARRRIII!!!” as the first jet flew out from my tip to send a string of semen straight across the bridge of her nose and down her cheek.

Mari quickly let go of her melons and reached out to grab my ass and tug it forwards. I let her pull my prickhead to point-blank range as my second spurt sprayed into her gaping open mouth and leaked a ribbon of sperm across her chin and to her neck. And then she held my hip with her left hand while pumping my prick with her right, directing the additional spurts of creamy cum downward to first give herself a pearl necklace and then splatter her massive mammaries with the remaining drops.

“MARI! MARI! FUCK!” I grunted before gasping as all of my remaining strength fled me along with the final spurts of spunk. And I sagged forward, my head drooping while my hands desperately hung onto the top of the headboard, panting for breath while staring down at the erotically charged sight of my sweet angel beneath me, painted head to chest in cum.

“Thanks for cumming,” she quipped cutely while scooping up a glob of jizz off of her right breast with a fingertip and then coyly popping it into her mouth. “The only thing that would make this better would be if Belle was here to lick it all up.”

“You called?” Belle chirped from the open doorway.

Both Mari and I whipped our heads around in surprise to see the smiling imp leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded across her chest.

Mari’s best friend forever then squealed excitedly, ran into the room, and immediately buried her face in her BFF’s cream-covered breasts.

****

For the next half-hour, I lost myself in the familiar rhythms of a MariBelle threesome. It started off just like old times as the girls sandwiched me between them and took turns making out with me. Back and forth the girls traded my face. I never had much say in the matter: one of them would grab my head away from her old BFF or my current makeout partner would turn me away to service her eternal bestie (and sometimes they’d just make out with each other). But eventually they moved their way southward to give me a classic dual-blowjob.

Mari and Belle licked their way up the sides of my growing shaft, teasing my sensitive skin and then flicking the tips of their tongues against my mushroom head. They met at the top and briefly made out with each other, moaning into each other’s mouth before turning to face me with impish giggles.

The BJ Queen of the BTC deep-throated my dick on the very first try and rather casually skullfucked herself on my schlong. Belle didn’t try to compete with her, content with nursing on my knob and doing that double-twisting thing she knew I loved so much with her tiny little hands. And while Belle rather lovingly worked her hands and mouth on my cock, Mari flipped herself upside-down to get her first taste of her BFF’s tasty teenage twat in months.

My Angel got her bestie slickened-up and pre-stretched in short order to accommodate my refreshed monster, and then it was time for my Baby Belle to get stuffed. We actually hadn’t made love since Tuesday morning, what with the whole plan to let me rest up a bit. That plan had clearly gone out the window after less than twenty-four hours, as it turned out. But my Mariangel’s surprise appearance was a special enough occasion that I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Belle wound up on the bottom, lying flat on her back at the foot of my bed with her little legs up in the air and over my shoulders while I stood on the floor and slow-dicked her. Mari sat on Belle’s face so that Belle could get her first taste of her BFF’s tasty teenage twat in months. And of course my luscious Latina and I were in a perfect position to make out and let me play with two of my favorite things in the whole world.

I pounded my petite pixie to a prime-grade orgasm before pulling out and spinning around to take a seat against the headboard. My Mariangel slid over to sit down in my lap reverse-cowgirl, her tits in my hands and her back against my chest. I rested my chin on her shoulder and leaned forward to nuzzle her neck and nibble her ear. And then Belle sat down in Mari’s lap, the frisky fillies face-to-face so they could happily make out with each other and occasionally turn to make out with me.

In the end, Mari fingerbanged Belle to another climax before succumbing herself to orgasmic overload. Her clenching cunt clamped down around my cock and coaxed out my creamy cum as well. And I pinned both of my bodacious babes against my lap while erupting great gouts of scalding lava straight up into my Angel’s welcoming womb.

Matty’s Little Cumslut went after the creampie (natch) and snowballed (some of) it back to her BFF. And in the end the three of us lay sprawled and sweaty across my bedspread.

We probably could’ve kept going. And given that Mari had gone without real dick for three months I would’ve totally understood it if she wanted to continue. But I think she sensed that I was somewhat worse for wear, so rather than push me further, she contented herself by crawling into the crook of my arm and laying her head down on my chest while Belle mirrored her on my other side.

“Worth the wait?” Belle asked her BFF with a wry grin.

“Hundred percent,” Mari pronounced with a satisfied smile before tilting her face to look up at me. “But I warned you already that I’ve still got a lot of pent-up horniness, so you’re gonna get quite a workout before I have to fly home.”

“I didn’t forget.” I gave her a warm smile back. “It would be my pleasure to give you yours.”

Mari beamed at me, and I saw the shimmering glow of her old love for me in her gaze.

And that sight made me frown.

Mari noticed immediately. At the change in my facial expression, she knitted her eyebrows together and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath, I let out a long exhalation and then gave Mari a serious look. “You know I will do everything I can to make sure your Thanksgiving trip is a truly pleasant one. You’re my Angel, and I love that you’re here with me today. But at the same time, I’m only too aware that I can’t be there for you at Caltech. And I want to make sure you know I don’t want you holding yourself back for--”

“Didn’t we already have this conversation?” Mari sighed, interrupting me.

“We have,” I admitted.

“What conversation?” Belle inquired curiously.

I started by saying, “I want Mari to understand I won’t be jealous if she--” while Mari simultaneously groaned and muttered, “Matty’s trying to make me put out for some rando so he won’t feel guilty about--”

“Wait-wait-what?” Belle sputtered in confusion.

I pursed my lips and started to immediately counter Mari’s statement, but I paused and gestured for her to go ahead first.

Rolling onto her belly and propping herself up with her elbows, Mari pursed her lips and sighed through her nostrils, shaking her head at me. “I told you: I’m not the kind of girl who becomes casually intimate with just anyone. There’s a lot of trust that needs to be built before I let myself be vulnerable that way. And even if I’d met someone on the first day of class, I don’t know that I’d have been ready by now. I’m simply not there yet.”

“I know that. I do,” I insisted. “But at the same time, can you truthfully say that you’re not holding yourself back out of a sense of loyalty to me? When Skylar asked if you were seeing anyone, you DID tell her that I’m the only boyfriend you want or need.”

Mari bowed her head and exhaled heavily in a way that made her cheeks puff out.

“I didn’t want to get into that conversation at Skylar’s place, but there was a note of truth in your voice.”

“It’s totally true,” Belle chimed in as she rolled onto her belly and propped herself up as well. “She’s got pictures of you in her dorm room and tells anyone who asks that she’s got a long-distance boyfriend at Berkeley.”

Mari frowned. “Are you NOT my long-distance boyfriend?”

I shrugged. “I am if you want me to be.”

Her frown deepened. “Even though I’m not your long-distance girlfriend. I know you only count four right now: Sam, Neevie, Belle, and Lily.”

Belle and I both grimaced at the same time, which made Mari sit up a little straighter and ping-pong her gaze back and forth between us.

“Wait-wait-what? What happened?” she asked.

“Lily broke up with us,” Belle explained.

“Well, you broke up with Lily first,” I pointed out. “And then she broke up with me.”

“Wait, what?” Mari looked put out. “When? How is this the first time I’m hearing about it?”

“Long story,” Belle waved dismissively, clearly not wanting to get into it. But I’d already started replying, “A little more than a week ago.”

“A week?” Mari exclaimed, now looking seriously peeved. “B! We talked on Saturday! And you didn’t tell me?!”

“Lily and I didn’t ‘break up’,” Belle insisted. “Can’t break up when you’re never ‘together’.”

“You’re the one who said, ‘Lily broke up with us’ five seconds ago,” Mari pointed out.

“Don’t deflect. We’re getting off-topic. You’re the one who’s supposed to be under the microscope right now,” Belle growled to her BFF. “Clinging to the ghost of a long-distance boyfriend who doesn’t consider you a long-distance girlfriend and all.”

“Well hold up,” I muttered defensively. “I still consider all of the NBG’s to be my long-distance girlfriends for as long as they want; we never actually ‘broke up’. Okay well Holly wanted to be officially single so she wouldn’t feel guilty about flirting with other guys; but still, if you or Alice or Zofi ever wanted to come back and pick up right where we’d left off, I’d be perfectly happy to continue.”

“Classic Matty: be whatever one of us needs him to be.” Belle shrugged. “If you want him to be your long-distance boyfriend, he’ll be your long-distance boyfriend. If you want him to let you go so you can date somebody else, he’ll let you go so you can date somebody else.”

“Just like he’ll let you go so you can date somebody else,” Mari said pointedly to her best friend, her eyes sharp and filled with deeper meaning.

“Mari!” Belle exclaimed.

I blinked in surprise and turned my attention to my pint-sized pixie. “Something you wanna tell me?”

“It’s nothing.”

“B…” I drawled warningly. “You promised to be honest with me, warts and all.”

Belle rolled her eyes and groaned before shooting Mari an accusatory look. “We’re supposed to be talking about YOU.”

I sat up a little straighter against the headboard and looked down at both girls before focusing my attention on Belle. “Do you want me to let you go so you can date somebody else?”

“What?! No! Of course not!”

I arched both eyebrows. “Then why does Mari seem to know something I don’t?”

“Mari knows a LOT of things you don’t know because she’s got two X-chromosomes, three fewer girlfriends than you, and has more time available to talk to me,” Belle muttered.

I simply took a deep breath and silently gave her an expectant look.

Belle sat up and crossed her legs in front of her, oblivious to her nudity. I couldn’t help but glance down at her perky breasts with erect little nipples, and her delicate labia still gaping open and moist from our recent lovemaking. But her gaze was unfocused into the middle distance while she absentmindedly fiddled with her fingernails.

Eventually, though, Belle found her voice.

“Matty’s never gonna love you the way you want to be loved,” she stated matter-of-factly to Mari, her expression grim. “Now maybe if you’d come to Berkeley with the rest of us instead of following your astronaut dreams to Caltech, you miiight’ve had a shot. But even still you’d be splitting his love with three other girls at a minimum. And then your choices would be to either compete with your best friends to win the ring or… or…”

Mari’s eyes narrowed. “Or settle for being his eternal ‘little sister’ as a cheat code to keep yourself in his life while giving up on your dreams to win the ring?”

Belle frowned. “We’re talking about you.”

“Yeah, uh-huh. Sure we are.”

Belle ignored the jibe, set her jaw, and stated coldly, “You deserve better than pining after a long-distance boyfriend who never considered you more than a B-tier girlfriend compared to Sam, Neevie, or even me.”

“Belle,” I barked.

“You were always the sweet one. The shy one,” Belle continued, ignoring me. “But Matty needs an Alpha Queen by his side: confident, poised, gorgeous, and intoxicating. You were never gonna win a head-to-head with girls like Sam or Neevie.”

“Belle, I’m serious.” I put my hand on her arm to get her attention with a stern look for her to stop.

But Belle shook off my grip and rolled her eyes at me. “I’m not telling her anything I haven’t already told her before. Just like I’ve already told her many times before that she deserves better than you. She deserves better than a guy who didn’t appreciate enough what he had while he had her.”

That last part stung, and not for the first time I wondered if I shouldn’t have locked her down when I had the chance and lived Happily Ever After.

“I mean look at her! She is Queen Mari!” Belle continued before turning her attention back to Mari. “Girl, you’re a stone-cold fox right now!”

The stone-cold fox blushed prettily at the compliment.

Belle then looked at me while gesturing back at Mari. “Tell me she’s not empirically hotter right now than at any other time in her life.”

Suddenly put on the spot, it took me a moment to turn to my luscious Latina and state, “I’ve always loved you at any size, but you ARE empirically hotter right now than ever before. I fully meant it when I said you’re the kind of stunning beauty that stops traffic from across the street.”

“Stop it.” Mari blushed and shook her head. “I’m still overweight.”

“You’re never gonna have Zofi’s stick-figure bone structure - not that you ever needed to. I can tell you’ve lost weight since the summer. Five pounds at least? In less than three months?”

“Eight pounds.” Mari looked a little proud of herself. “I study, I sleep, and I work out at the gym when I need a mental break. Sweating it out has been really good for clearing my head, and the gym is conveniently close to my dorm room. They’ve got a pool, too.”

“Which I’m sure is an exceedingly popular destination whenever you’re taking a cool-down dip,” I stated admiringly. “I can tell you’ve been working out, but you still have curves for days. You’re in the best shape of your life and in a prime position to catch any guy you want.”

“And what if the only guy I want is in Berkeley?” she asked in a heartbreakingly sincere voice.

I opened my arms to her. “I will always welcome you at any time you want or need.”

Mari instantly lunged into my grasp, and she squeezed me even more tightly than I was squeezing her.

But after a minute of letting us hug, Belle spoke up again. “This is all well and good for the next few days while you’re in the Bay Area. But you’re still going back to Caltech on Sunday.”

Mari sighed. “I’m aware of that fact.”

“It’s also a fact that Gerald’s still pining after you,” Belle pointed out.

Mari sighed again. “I’m too busy to date a guy at USC.”

“And dating a guy at Cal would be any easier?”

“Well I didn’t come up here a day early to see Gerald.”

I squeezed Mari against my side, kissed her forehead, and said warmly, “I’m really glad you surprised me today.”

She beamed up at me. “I’m really glad too.”

“But I want to circle back to your comment about me trying to make you put out for some rando. I’m very sorry if I ever made you feel that way. It was never my intent. I’m not pushing you away from me nor asking you to hook up with some other guy just to relieve my sense of guilt. If keeping me in your heart as your long-distance boyfriend is what you’re comfortable with, I’m totally on-board.” I sighed and gave her an apologetic look. “Matter-of-fact, that tells me I haven’t done enough to keep in close contact with you these past few months. I know you talk to Belle all the time, but I don’t think you and I have ever had a single one-on-one call, let alone--”

“It’s not your fault,” Mari said with a sigh. “I never expected you to make any extra effort to keep in close contact with me and I’m not asking you to start. You’ve barely got enough time and energy to keep up with all the girls who actually live within a hundred yards of you, let alone take care of a girl who lives four hundred miles away.”

“She’s not wrong,” Belle muttered.

Mari hugged me fiercely again, but then she took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Sitting up, she had such a look of sadness on her face that I wasn’t even tempted to ogle her - naked stone-cold fox or not. And after another deep breath and sigh, she shook her head, mumbling, “I want to believe you’ll always love me. Maybe it’d never be the kind of white-hot passion you feel for Neevie, the I-can’t-live-without-her pining you feel for Sam, or the always-be-my-baby love you feel for Belle. But at least--”

“I’ll always love my sweet, sweet Mariangel,” I told her sincerely.

She gave me a shy smile and finally picked her head up to look at me. From the way she was hugging herself, her magnificent rack looked amazing. And when her entire torso started jiggling, I knew she’d noticed my gaze.

“I know you’ll always love me in your own way,” Mari said when I finally brought my eyes back up to her face. “But I also know your love for me isn’t the kind of ‘to have and to hold, for richer, for poorer, until death do us part’ kind of matrimonial love. And that’s okay. We’re both still teenagers and a long, long ways away from worrying about marriage.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I agreed before shooting a disdainful glance at Belle.

“Mi mamá has been trying to push me to settle down, get married, and start popping out kids since my quinceañera, but I knew way back then that it wasn’t the life I wanted for myself. Right now, I’m far more interested in my classes and being a top student than in meeting boys.”

I nodded my understanding. “Makes total sense.”

“And I know that at the end of the day, all you want is for me to be happy,” Mari continued, giving me a brave smile, “even if… - no, that’s the wrong word - especially when I find a man who will love me the way I truly deserve, with the kind of ‘to have and to hold, for richer, for poorer, until death do us part’ kind of matrimonial love that’s meant for me.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I stated firmly with a nod.

Mari smiled. But then her eyebrows popped and she turned her attention to her bestie, adding, “Just like at the end of the day, all Matty wants is for you to be happy, especially when you find a man who will love you the way you truly deserve.”

“Don’t even go there,” Belle stated coldly.

“You’re always gonna be his shorty ‘little sister’. You’re always gonna be his sweet little Annabelle,” Mari pressed on firmly. “You’re never gonna measure up to the Alpha Queens already by his side: tall, Double-Ds, utterly gorgeous and intoxicating. You were never gonna win a head-to-head with girls like Sam or Neevie.”

“Mari!” I barked in surprise.

But Belle was already sliding off the bed, tears already running down her cheeks.

“Go to hell,” she seethed, teeth bared at her best friend.

And then Belle ran out the door.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Prologue & Chapter 1: The BTC: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99290461

Chapter 2: Hoalauna: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99357682

Chapter 3: E10: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99433482

Chapter 4: Leeloo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99506524

Chapter 5: The Fifth Element: https://www.patreon.com/posts/99618767

Chapter 6: Lily: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100326143

Chapter 7: The Hangover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100548952

Chapter 8: Quality Time: https://www.patreon.com/posts/100806434

Chapter 9: The Favor: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101140618

Chapter 10: Ku’uipo: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101372817

Chapter 11: The R-word: https://www.patreon.com/posts/101672192