Chapter 52: Explicit

Personal Slut made little “glug, glug” noises while I pounded my way in and out of her throat. She stared up at me with scintillating hazel eyes, completely unresisting my antagonistic assault on her oral orifice with her forearms crossed behind her lower back and hands gripping the opposite elbows. My own hands were planted out to the sides in a sort of push-up position. I didn’t have to worry about her silver-haired head moving away from me very much with every forceful plunge, trapped as it was against the back of my bedroom door. But the door itself still had a few millimeters of travel and just a bit of springiness in its hinges, so that the unyielding wood repeatedly banged into the doorjamb with an audible [thunk], over and over again with every forward thrust.

[thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk]

“Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.”

[thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk]

“Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.”

I felt my balls tingle the next time I made that plunge deep into her throat and abruptly stopped pumping, holding myself balls-deep in Personal Slut’s mouth so that she couldn’t breathe. Kneeling helplessly before me, her eyes watered the longer I held that position, and I could feel her reflexively trying to swallow around my thickness stretching her throat to the max. But she didn’t try to pull back – nor would she have been able to pull back, trapped as she was against my bedroom door – and it was only when I sensed she was reaching her breaking point that I suddenly pulled back and all the way out, taking a full step back away from the door.

Personal Slut gagged right at the end just before I cleared her throat, and her chest convulsed as she bowed her head forward and started coughing. When she collapsed forward, she dropped both hands to the hardwood floor of my bedroom to break her fall, and I instinctively dropped down to support her shoulders. But the silver-haired teenage dream quickly caught her breath, wiped up a bit of drool leaking down her chin, and then grinned up at me.

“Please, Master,” she panted. “Personal Slut wants some more.”

And then she pushed herself back into an upright kneeling position, re-crossed her forearms behind her lower back, and gaped her mouth open wide.

I first knelt beside her and leaned in to tenderly kiss her cheek. Then I got to my feet, cradled her head in my hands and gently pushed it until the back of her skull was once again pressed against the unyielding door.

And then I guided my swollen mushroom head between her open lips.

[thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk]

“Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.”

I didn’t cum down Holly’s throat. I didn’t pull out and paint her face or splatter on her tits. This was just the warmup, after all. She was still fully dressed from her last day of Finals and had driven straight up to my house to get some stress relief. You’d think a girl would want her boyfriend to yank her panties down and eat her out fast and furious to a screaming orgasm, or perhaps even fill up her tight teen twat with his turgid tool as quickly as possible. But Holly had dragged me upstairs to my bedroom, knelt against the door, and immediately asked “Master” to fuck “Personal Slut’s” face.

So I fucked her face.

The door kept banging.

I wondered what the girls downstairs were making of the racket.

As I said, this was just the warmup. After the next time I held myself balls-deep and brought her to the brink of choking before pulling out, I caught the flash of deep-rooted arousal in Holly’s hazel eyes and yanked her up by her armpits before tossing Personal Slut across my bed. She’d worn a long baby-blue skirt over white stockings and black high heels. When I pulled up the hem of her skirt and she spread her legs aside, I was only mildly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, her twin cherries tattoo on display. And I immediately dove in face-first to kiss the cherries and then take a long, languid lick of her juicy wet pussy already glistening with arousal.

Holly shivered and moaned and clutched my head to her loins, but she only let me eat her out for a minute before digging her fingernails into my scalp and tugging on my hair while whimpering with urgent need. I’d already kicked off my jeans and boxers before skullfucking her against the door, so I readily climbed up Personal Slut’s body, notched my swollen schlong to her saturated snatch, and slammed myself all the way down with a single shove.

“FFFUUUCCCKKK!!!” she howled at the top of her lungs.

I paused, firmly embedded to the root with my short and curlies scratching her bald beaver. Leaning my weight forward to grind my pelvic bone down on her clit, I reached for the hem of my own shirt and started tugging it up my torso. Holly helped me, yanking the offending fabric away and tossing it off the side of the bed before running her fingertips down my cheeks, across my shoulders, and then pinching my pectorals.

I grinned and let her manhandle my naked chest. She smiled up at me, a silly little grin, with her eyes sparkling and an expression on her face that plainly said she was as happy in this moment as she’d ever been in her entire life. And then her eyebrows waggled excitedly as she raised her lithe legs and hooked them over my shoulders while reaching her arms back behind her head and crossing them at the wrists.

“Take me, Master,” she crooned.

I leaned my shoulders forward into the backs of her calves to fold her in half beneath my weight. I planted my left hand atop her crossed wrists to pin them in place. I grabbed her hip with my right hand for leverage.

And then I took her.

“Oh, gawd ... Oh, gawd ... Oh-oh-oh, FUCK! FUCKITY-FUCK! FUCK-FUCK-FUCK! OWWWWW-FUCK!” Personal Slut exclaimed as my swollen shaft slid out of her soaking-wet snatch, shifted an inch higher, re-centered on her slickened sphincter, and then started shoving its way through her suddenly stretched anal chute. “FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!”

In a prone position beneath me, her legs together and her forearms once again folded across her lower back, Personal Slut was helpless to resist my abrupt anal entrance, not that she wanted to resist in the slightest. And as I burrowed deeper and deeper and deeper into her bowels, I gently removed her arms to lie them straight alongside her pinned-down body. And then I laid my hands atop her head and braced my elbows against the mattress while draping my chest down atop her back so that I smothered her head-to-toe with my heaving bulk.

“Uuuunnnngggghhhh...” Personal Slut moaned beneath my weight, her asshole completely skewered by my big dick.

“Soooo fucking hotttt...” Belle groaned while seated back against the headboard, completely bottomless with one hand stirring her own honeypot.

My impish pixie had been quick to come upstairs and enter my bedroom as soon as the door had stopped banging. Indeed, she’d cracked the door open and peeked inside so quickly that I had to assume she’d been waiting in the hallway right outside, listening to me skullfuck Holly the whole time. But she hadn’t attempted to join in at all and turn this after-Finals coupling into a threesome, and I didn’t notice her entrance at all, occupied as I was with my face in Holly’s crotch.

As I said, Holly yanked on my hair to get me to bury my big dick into her tight teenage twat. I pinned her wrists to the mattress and folded her in half beneath my chest to really pound the hell outta her. She crossed her legs behind my neck, howling up a storm. And it was only after Master hammered Personal Slut to a screaming orgasm that Belle got up out of the armchair and moved up onto the bed to get a better view, surprising the hell outta me.

I reflexively started apologizing to Holly for the intrusion, but the silver-hair girl laughed it off and informed me that she’d noticed Belle come in right away. So that’s when Master ordered Personal Slut to climb aboard cowgirl style and do a little striptease of the rest of her clothing so that both Master and his “little sister” could enjoy the rest of the act.

Personal Slut ended up naked and twirling her bra around an upraised finger like it was a lasso while she athletically rode the bucking bronco beneath her. Master mauled her tits with his meaty paws and then pulled her down so he could suckle at her perky pink teats. And after she humped herself to another stress-relieving screaming orgasm, the sexy silver-haired siren crooned, “Will Master please pin Personal Slut face-down on his bed and cornhole the hell outta her? Please?”

What the fuck do you think I said?

So that’s how we got Holly’s heinie hole slickened up and I started by prone-boning Personal Slut’s pussy first for fresh lubrication before sliding my swollen shaft out of her soaking-wet snatch, shifting an inch higher, re-centering on her slickened sphincter, and then shoving my way through her suddenly stretched anal chute.

“FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK!”

“Uuuunnnngggghhhh...”

“Soooo fucking hotttt...”

And now you’re caught up.

I kept my chest down on Holly’s back while holding her head with both hands beneath my chin. With my knees braced on the mattress and my legs as cantilevers, I crunched my abs to repeatedly drill my dick through Holly’s derrière, grunting from the effort of fighting through her constricted colon’s friction while she groaned and shivered beneath me. But as time went on her anal chute started to stretch out and relax. And after several minutes, I was able to steadily pump my prick through Personal Slut’s posterior at a pleasant pace.

“I call ‘next’,” Alice announced from one of the armchairs behind me.

“Get in line, bitch,” Eva cracked from the armchair beside her. “I already called ‘next’ the minute I walked through the door.”

“You’ve been able to get Matty-dick any fucking time you wanted all semester,” Alice complained. “The NBGs should get priority service.”

“You don’t get to pull the ‘priority service’ trump card ad nauseum,” Eva shot back. “I already gave you ‘priority service’ last night.”

“But I didn’t get fucked in the ass yet, so I’m calling ‘priority service’ on my ass.”

“Priority service on your ass?” Eva muttered derisively. “I have to fly back to Kaua’i tomorrow, so I’ll tell you where you can shove your ‘priority service’...”

Did I not mention Alice or Eva?

Because UCLA was on a quarter academic system instead of semester, Alice had actually wrapped up her Final Exams last Friday and then flown back home over the weekend. She’d spent the first few days of her winter break with her family and refrained from coming up to visit us in order to let us finish our own Finals. But she’d come over last night to get laid and catch up with her friends and then get laid again. “Priority service” was definitely a term that came up once or twice (or a half-dozen times, but who’s counting?).

Belle, Alice, and Eva had all been downstairs in the living room with me when Holly had arrived and then promptly dragged me upstairs to get skullfucked against my bedroom door. And since Belle had already come inside to watch the rest of the action, Alice and Eva had been quick to come spectate as well, although neither had stripped off any clothing like Belle.

“Ohhh ... gaaaaawwwwwwdddd ... Maaaattttyyyy...” Holly groaned as I shifted my arms out, dug my toes into the mattress, and raised my chest off of her back so that I could take deeper lunges into the depths of her bowels. “Fuck! ... Fuck!... Fuck!... ”

“Hngh! ... Hngh! ... Hngh!...” I grunted from the effort of plowing her posterior.

“Fuck! ... Fuck!... Fuck!... ”

“Hngh! ... Hngh! ... Hngh!...”

“Fuck! ... Fuck!... OH HOLY FUCK!!!... ”

I stopped my anal drilling at Holly’s unexpected yelp, and a faint buzzing sound from below me caught my attention. Glancing over my shoulder, I stiffened in surprise to find Alice standing next to the bed right next to me, with one arm disappearing down behind my butt and between my legs. But then I realized that her arm was pumping back and forth ever so slightly with the buzzing sound shifting in pitch and volume, and I realized that the mischievous Korean girl was pumping a vibrating dildo in and out of Holly’s pussy.

“You remember BOB, don’t you?” Alice quipped to Holly, her attention downwards at the silver-haired girl’s face.

“Fuckity-fuck!” Holly whimpered.

“Actually, wouldn’t he be ‘BOB 2.0’?” Belle suggested.

Eva and Alice both started cackling.

“Hey Matty, roll over onto your back,” Alice instructed. “And bring her with you so I can eat her out at the same time. We’re gonna make Holly blow her frikkin’ head off!”

I chuckled and raised my fist to my best friend.

“Boom,” Alice declared, bumping my knuckles.

I then snaked one forearm beneath the silver-haired girl’s midsection and the other beneath her thighs to pin our two bodies together before violently heaving myself over. In hindsight, I very well could’ve broken my bone or something doing such a maneuver. But somebody up there must like me because I managed to flop onto my back without incident and still kept my big dick shoved up Holly’s butt.

“Oh, fuckity-FUCK!” Holly squealed when Alice re-inserted the buzzing BOB back into her hoo-ha and also dropped down face-first to start licking her clit.

Alice also pushed Holly’s legs up and back, and I took over by hooking my forearms beneath her knees to really open her up in a full nelson position, leaving her vulnerable to Alice’s oral assault. Planting my heels flat, I then started driving my dick up, lancing the poor girl’s asshole over and over and over again.

“Ohmigawd ... Ohmigawd ... I can’t take it...” Holly started crying, tears running down her cheeks to splatter down on my chest. She whimpered and shivered and started lolling her head side-to-side so that I actually had to shift her body a bit onto my shoulder so that she didn’t bonk the back of her skull against my chin. “I can’t take it ... I can’t take it...”

“She can take it,” Eva drawled knowingly, and unexpectedly close. I glanced over to find that she’d scooted over to the mattress to sit next to us and started fondling Holly’s upright breasts. I yanked Holly’s leg a little further to the side to give Eva more room.

“I can’t take it ... I can’t take it ... It’s too much,” Holly whined. “Holy FUCK, Alice! That vibrator! It’s making me cream so much! And your tongue ... Oh shit! Just like that ... Fuck! Just like that. Fuck-fuck-fuck!”

“Fuck that ass...” Belle breathed, her voice a near-whisper with a decidedly raspy growl. “Fuck that ass...”

“Oh my ass! It hurts so much! It hurts so bad!” Holly cried.

“Hurts so good,” Eva moaned before getting up onto her knees and bending over to take a swirling lick around Holly’s nearest nipple. And then she bared her teeth and playfully bit down onto the girl’s pale flesh.

“I can’t ... I can’t...” Holly whimpered, still crying so much that I felt the hot splashes of her tears landing on my chest. But she kept undulating her body to meet my dick’s thrusts up her ass and squirmed against both Alice’s lips and the pumping vibrator. “I can’t hold it ... I’m gonna cum ... I’m gonna cum ... Ohmigawd, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum, Holly, cum,” Eva crooned, picking her head up to smile down at the silver-haired girl before glancing at me and winking mischievously. And then she ducked her head back down to resume nursing at Holly’s nipple.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-- MMPH!” Holly’s last whimpers abruptly cut off as Eva grabbed the girl’s head and sealed their mouths together.

“Hngh! Hngh! Hngh!” I grunted, spurred on to thrust with even greater force at the sight of the beautiful babes locking lips right in front of my face.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Alice moaned as she bore down on Holly’s clit.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I’M CUMMING TOOOOOOO!!!” Belle squealed, adding to the riotous cacophony.

And then Holly came.

She blew her frikkin’ head off.

Metaphorically, of course.

And so did I.

The comely coed’s convulsing colon clamped tight around my questing cock, milking out my creamy cum. I thrust upwards three final times, holding the last lunge with my ass in the air and my abs and thighs quivering while erupting great gouts of lava that packed my Personal Slut’s bowels full of scalding spooge.

She screamed into Eva’s kiss before tearing her face away and screaming again. Belle’s howl of orgasmic ecstasy joined hers, and it actually took me a second to realize I was bellowing as well.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!” Holly wailed.

“FUUUUUCKKK!!!” Belle shrieked.

“UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!” I roared.

And then I collapsed.

My heels lost their purchase on the mattress and slid out to the sides, my legs abruptly straightening. My arms flopped down, losing their grip on Holly’s legs. Holly’s left leg dropped to the bed, just barely missing Alice, but the right one got hooked over Eva’s shoulder. And Alice merely sat back on her haunches, the entire lower half of her face drenched with pussy juice.

BOB continued vibrating.

“I can’t ... I can’t ... Too much...” Holly wheezed.

“Oh, my bad,” Alice muttered before yanking out the dildo and switching it off.

And then there was nothing left but the silence of five college freshmen panting in the aftermath of an incredible afternoon encounter.

“I call ‘next’,” Belle gasped, rather weakly raising her hand.

“Get in line, bitch,” Eva growled, rapidly yanking off her clothes before turning her gaze to Alice. “And screw ‘priority service’, Alice. I’m going next. But if you want, you can do the honors of sucking Matty hard to get him ready for me while Belle slurps out Holly’s anal creampie.”

“Works for me.” Alice grinned.

“And then you’re doing me with that thing too,” Eva ordered, gesturing at BOB. “The batteries had better not give out.”

Alice chuckled and held BOB aloft. “Even if he does, we can see how many fingers I can fit in your vajayjay.”

Eva thought about that and then grinned. “Challenge: Accepted.”

As darkness fell, I was alone outside on the patio while grilling up dinner. Finals were over and while two of the OG BTC had come to visit, we’d also invited a few Berkeley friends to join us at the house for one last get-together before splitting up for winter break. Eva brought Lily over from Mrs. Morris’s house; the Hawaiian girls would be flying back to the islands tomorrow. Belle talked Isabela and Luna into joining us for the evening; the Honduran girls would be driving home tomorrow. Naimh had also gone over to Skylar’s apartment, refusing to leave until the English girl agreed to come relax for one night with the rest of us while promising we weren’t going to start up an orgy or anything. Naimh, Belle, and Sam would all also be returning to their parents’ houses – plus of course Alice and Holly would be heading home as well.

The N64 was running Mario Party. We opened several bottles of wine, made some sangria, and blended strawberry daiquiris. Belle plugged her computer into the sound system to run her favorite playlist of pop songs. And the eleven of us mingled in various combinations chatting, meeting new people, giving backrubs, and asking old friends about their winter break plans.

It was a cold evening, and the girls were inside where it was warm while their slave boy Matty made them food. But I didn’t remain alone for long.

Only two minutes after I’d set the Korean short ribs, salmon, and veggie skewers onto the grill, I heard the back door open and the voices of excited teenaged girls chattering about whatever popped into their pretty little heads filled the air for a few moments, but a moment after that, the door shut and the sounds faded. I heard footsteps and glanced back to see a small figure almost completely hidden beneath a blanket that had been wrapped over the top of her head in addition to around her body. Based on her short stature alone I knew it could only be either Belle or Lily, and I assumed it must be Belle.

“Hey, B,” I greeted. “Coming to get a breath of fresh air?”

“A little too fresh.” My impish pixie quickly interposed herself between me and the warm grill and then plopped down into my lap in the same way she’d done dozens of times back home. “You should already know I’m venturing out here into the far reaches of the Siberian wasteland to get a-- mmph!”

I let my lips linger on hers for several seconds after we kissed. And it was only after pulling apart to take a deep breath that I finished for her, “To come get a kiss.”

Belle beamed again before leaning in for seconds.

After we separated again, I nodded in the general direction of the door and asked, “What’s going on in there?”

She shrugged. “Same things that were going on when you left. Alice and Eva are still playing videogames, but Isabela stopped playing with them. She’s asking Skylar about upper-division Engineering classes now. Neevie and Sam are planning the Mammoth trip. Luna and Holly are asking Lily questions about Hawaii.”

I smiled at so many names being listed off. “If only Mari and Zofi could’ve joined us.”

“We’d have had a pretty impressive BTC 2.0 roster,” Belle agreed. “Just like I’d planned back in high school: a bunch of nymphomaniac three-hole sluts with big boobies that’d pledge allegiance to your Altar of Towering Manhood and let me slurp out your creampies. Can you imagine twelve of us girls taking you on all at the same time?”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Four of you alone wiped me out this afternoon. Twelve of you would’ve killed me.”

“But what a way to go...”

“You’re just imagining you’d get to slurp creampies out of eleven other girls back-to-back-to-back.”

“Well if you could manage making eleven creampies back-to-back...” Belle teased. “Matty’s Little Cumslut IS insatiable.”

“But Matty himself has limits. I’m not a Sex God. I’m only human.”

Belle grinned and nuzzled her nose against mine. “You’re Sex God enough for me.”

Stroking her spine, I took a deep breath and gave my baby Belle a serious look. “Do you really mean that?”

She blinked and then frowned at the somber look on my face. “What do you mean?”

I took a deep breath and collected myself. “Am I really Sex God enough for you? I didn’t want to bring this up over the last few days because we all still had Finals to worry about, but now that those are over, I want to make sure you and I are on the same page.”

Belle frowned. “This is because you had those heart-to-heart talks with Neevie and Sam about stating the uncomfortable truths instead of hiding behind little white lies to make each other feel better.”

I nodded.

She sighed. “Do we have to do this now?”

I shook my head. “Not immediately, no.”

“I’m tired. We just got through Finals. Can’t we back-burner the heavy conversations until AFTER the big BTC reunion night?”

“We can. I’ve got food to grill and there are nine girls inside for you to keep socializing with. But I don’t want us to sweep this discussion under the rug forever, that’s all.”

“We won’t. I promise.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“It’s not like I have any truths you don’t know about to reveal anyway.” Belle shook her head and sighed. “I’ve never been shy about telling you my real feelings. I’ve never tried to hide behind little white lies to spare your feelings. What you see is what you get. I’m your horny ‘little sister’ Annabelle: warts and all.”

“And I’m your protective ‘big brother’ Matty: I’ll love you forever.”

She made a face. “But is that really all you’ll ever be to me? A protective ‘big brother’?”

I arched an eyebrow. “You were the one who called yourself my ‘little sister’ first.”

Belle waggled her head. “I get a kinky little thrill at the idea of being a sexpot ‘little sister’ seducing her ‘big brother’, sure, but that’s not the role I want for the rest of my life.”

“You want to be my wife,” I stated quietly. “You want the Hallmark nuclear family with me. You want to make Thanksgiving dinner together while our kids are watching the Star Wars marathon. You want to have long bedtime conversations with your head pillowed on my shoulder before you fall asleep mid-sentence when we’re old and gray doting grandparents.”

Belle blinked and stared up at me. “See? We don’t need to have any overwrought ‘truth’ conversations. You already know what my heart wants.”

I sighed and nodded.

“And you don’t want to think about those kinds of futures because every time you close your eyes and try to imagine what your life will be like, the woman standing next to you keeps changing identities.”

I knitted my eyebrows together and shook my head. “Actually, whenever I think about the future I imagine ALL of you in the house with me. Call me greedy or call me insane, but when I sit back here and think about all those girls in the house right now, the one thing I’d want most in the world would be to keep ALL of them with me until the end of time.”

“Gotta catch ‘em all.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “Skylar said the same thing, but girls aren’t Pokémon.”

Belle waggled her head. “But aren’t they? I heard more truth in your voice when you said you’d want to keep ALL of the girls than when you said they aren’t Pokémon. ‘Good Neevie’ wants to prioritize The BTC ahead of herself and ‘Good Matty’ wants to be the supportive boyfriend looking out for his girls’ best interests first, but deep-down you’re both just as selfish as the rest of us.”

“‘Good Neevie’ and ‘Good Matty’? You’ve been talking to Neevie.”

“We’re BTC. Of course I’ve been talking to Neevie.”

I arched an eyebrow. “And is that what you tell yourself to justify your own selfishness? That deep-down we’re all just as bad as you?”

Belle shrugged. “I don’t happen to think it’s a negative to look out for one’s self-interest. I can’t expect anyone else to look out for my best interests – not even you.”

I frowned. “You know I’m always thinking of your best interests.”

“I know that when you stop and mentally rank who you could most imagine being your lawfully wedded wife, I’m third in line. So tell me again about expecting you to look out for my best interests, ‘big brother’?”

I pursed my lips. “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t have a first-in-line or a second-in-line or a third-in-line?”

“You can say it as many times as you like. I’m not gonna start believing you today. Especially not after everything you said to Neevie about your roots being intertwined for all eternity.”

“I want our roots to be intertwined for all eternity,” I insisted.

“Yes, but you ALSO want Sam’s roots to be intertwined with yours for all eternity! And Eva’s!”

“And Alice’s and Holly’s and Mari’s and Zofi’s and every other girl in The BTC. Am I being greedy? Yes, absolutely. I’ll proudly admit that.”

“Still insisting that girls aren’t Pokémon?”

“I’m not gonna marry all of you. Shit, at the moment I can’t even imagine marrying ONE of you. There’s no first-in-line, no second-in-line, and no third-in-line because I DON’T WANT TO EVER GET MARRIED.”

Belle looked quite taken aback. “Wait, what?”

I felt like a balloon that had just sprung a leak, and all the energy inside of me started rapidly seeping away. I visibly deflated, and Belle’s expression shifted from one of shock and disappointment to one of almost maternal concern as she frowned and reached up to hold my cheek.

Pursing my lips, I shook my head slowly and then repeated in a weary tone, “I don’t want to ever get married.”

“That’s not true,” she muttered in disbelief.

I sighed and repeated one more time. “I don’t want to ever get married. To anyone.”

“But ... What about our dreams? What about Neevie’s dreams? Or Sam’s?”

“Well for one thing, you’re stating a very good reason why I can’t marry any of you. To choose a wife is to reject the other two. I can’t do that. I can’t imagine doing that. You girls aren’t Pokémon and I don’t feel any particular need to catch ‘em all; but to hold on to the ones I have? Yes. That. I need you in my life for the rest of my life. I wasn’t lying when I said you’re the single most important person in my life – you ARE. You’re my Annabelle. I’ve loved you since I first conceptualized the concept of love. You’re the closest thing I have to family, and you’ve always been the single most important person in my life.”

Belle’s eyes narrowed. “I smell a ‘but’ coming...”

“But I LOVE Neevie – you know I do. I love Sam. You’re ALL my favorites. The three of you are my girlfriends for a reason, and I can’t imagine rejecting ANY of you. Not by choice.”