You stop just in time!

You pull off her pretty pecker just as it erupts, coating your face in her creamy cum. Your eyes are stuck shut and you don't dare open your tightly locked lips. You don't even breathe as you wait to see what Annabelle will do next. Somehow, you aren't scared. Maybe it's her cherubic charm, maybe it's the kindness and concern in her voice when she warned you, but you just know she wouldn't do anything to hurt you.

"Don't worry, cutie. I'm not gonna hurt you. I just wanna LICK clean SLURP you LAP up." You feel her talented tongue scoop her slime off your face in seconds. You have to hold yourself back from blindly finding her mouth with yours and sucking her tongue back into your mouth. You tell yourself that there will be time for that later when her mouth isn't full of her contagious cream. You finally are more or less clean, and still feel her licking your lips when you open your eyes and catch her backing away and blushing.

"Uhm...sorry. You taste good." Annabelle clasps her hand over her mouth and her ivory skin turns pink like a doll turning to a real woman. As fun as she seems to tease, you hate to see her suffer. You smile and take her hand in yours and give her a kiss on the lips, careful not to kiss too deeply in case she hasn't sucked up the last of her seed. You needn't have bothered, because soon she is kissing you back and sliding her tongue past your soft lips. She tastes like strawberries, and you are certainly transformed by the time she breaks the kiss, but not into a bimboi.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" This time it is your turn to cover your mouth and blush. Annabelle takes that as her cue to pull you into a second kiss, only this time you feed her your tongue and she nurses it greedily. You feel her cock stiffen again against the bulge in your pants. Far from being disgusted or pulling back, you moan in her mouth and grind against her. There is nothing gross about her. You love every inch of her, including the elegant eleven that dwarfs your own. You wonder why you let your own hang ups about your inadequacy keep you from finding a girlfriend before. Right now, Annabelle is the only girl in the whole world who's opinion matters to you, and from the way she is whimpering and writhing against you, there isn't anything lacking about you.

"Mmm that was...AIIEEE! OHMYGODIFORGOTIT'SSTAGNIGHTI'VEGOTTOHIDEYOUBACKATMYDORMBEFOREANOTHERBIMBOIFINDSYOUANDSTEALSYOUFROMME!" Annabelle screams a mile a minute as she takes you by the hand and leads you winding through the woods towards safety. You feel a new surge of strength as you run even faster than you did when she was chasing you. You realize she could have caught you anytime but just didn't want to hurt you. You realize you can run faster fearlessly than you ever did scared out of your wits. You realize it doesn't matter if they find you because you would never let anyone hurt your darling doll or even let someone hurt you, because you know that would hurt her.

"They won't HUFF think to WHEW look here. I PANT PANT promise if you WHOO stay the night, I won't WHEEZE try anything HUFF HUFF funny." Annabelle sneaks you into her almost empty dorm. You suppose the bimbois are all out on the prowl and everyone else is bolted inside their rooms. She is so cute when she is being protective, but she is so cute when she does everything. She looks like a little kitten checking around corners to see if the coast is clear. She tiptoes up the stairs quieter than a mouse and you follow behind her, far too smitten to be scared.

Finally, you reach her room and she shuts, locks and puts a chair up against the knob to keep it closed. It opens out to the hall so that won't do much, but since it makes her feel safe you just pull up the remaining chair and say, "So you never said whether you wanted to be my girlfriend." She answers with a squeal of joy, jumping in your lap and tossing her cloak off behind her so you can touch and kiss and suck every inch of her you can reach.

"I WHIMPER want MMPH you SLURP to make LICK love to MOAN me, Brian! But first I SHHLP should tell you SUCK something..." Annabelle pauses as panting you nod, and then lets out an uninterrupted stream, "I've had a crush on you for ages. Okay, like a month and a half but that's a long time for bimbois. I sit in the back of your philosophy class and I think you're so cute and I want to be your girlfriend so bad. I don't care if you're a boi or a bimboi or a stud as long as it's what you want. You probably guessed that I caught my bug on purpose, but what you might not have figured out is that I only went on that awful hunt to help the bois that didn't want to play find a place to hide. But when I saw it was you, I lost my head. I swear I'm not like those other pretty predators. If you can trust me, I promise never to trick you again. I will share everything with you. If you want, we can wear condoms, or even avoid anything which might lead to infection, but if I'm being all the way honest, I want you inside me all the time."

You stare slackjawed as Annabelle finally finishes, fetchingly flushed and panting prettily. You have a big decision to make. Do you love her fearlessly, even foolishly come what may? Or do you begin your relationship rationally and reasonably if not quite as romantically? The first steps are always the most important. Will you step out into the unknown, perhaps off a cliff? Or will you step on firmer ground, even if it leads somewhere far less exciting?