Belle gave me a silly grin when I was done. She hadn't orgasmed, not that she seemed to care; she was just happy to have satisfied me. And we went back to soft and tender kisses while my dick slowly shrank inside her, never quite coming out until ten minutes later when she finally pulled off and rolled over beside me. She even scooped some of my sperm out of her sodden snatch, popping my cum into her mouth and humming with relish. Maybe she really was a cumslut.

The two of us stayed naked in her room for the rest of the afternoon, cuddling, kissing, and talking. It was really nice. But eventually we had to get up to make dinner. And after the meal, we stepped out onto the front porch and closed the door so I could kiss her goodbye without her dad seeing us. This time I said, "I love you" first.

Belle beamed, kissed me again, and finally replied, "I Love you, too.” sero

“Are we there yet?" Alice whined from the back row of my minivan, where she sat with Belle and Mari, the three of them being the shortest in height and therefore requiring the least amount of legroom. At least

Alice could stretch her Legs forward into the gap by the sliding door.

“Look out the window," Sam commented from the middle row, where she sat alongside Zofi.

“Do you see any buildings over forty stories tall right next to the van?"

Alice didn't reply out Loud to the rhetorical question, but through the rear-view mirror I could see her roll her eyes and make a face.

Sam answered her own question anyway.

“No? Then we're not there yet.”

I chuckled and kept my eyes on the road. We weren't that far away, actually, at least in terms of mileage. It's just that San Francisco traffic is a nightmare, even outside of downtown. And Alice was cranky being cooped up in the van watching the world go by at a snail's pace.

Stop. Roll forward ten or fifteen feet. Stop again.

Rinse and repeat.

Ad nauseum.

I might've been pretty cranky too, actually. Stop-and-go traffic is worse on drivers than it is on passengers, but I was enjoying the company too much. It's hard to feel cranky when you've got a smokin’ hot redhead in the seat next to you, flirting up a storm.

With a Wednesday off from school when most everyone's parents were still working, the seven of us had loaded up in my minivan and driven up the Peninsula. We started by hiking from Sutro Baths along the

Land's End trail and down to China Beach. The weather was decent if not sunny. The fog had Lifted enough that we actually had a pretty decent view of the ocean for a few miles out, and the air was cool but not overly chilly. The exercise had been invigorating but not strenuous, and the beach wasn't too crowded at all.

We had a picnic on the beach, waded ankle-deep into the water, and even built a few sandcastles. It was nice to spend time with the girls the way I used to do before “sex things" became top priority. We talked, we played, and yeah, there was a little bit of kissing going on, but not a lot, despite Sam's initial belief that the girls would spend all day teasing me and rubbing themselves up against me; perhaps being in public tempered their ardor. We acted like a group of seven friends, not lovers. It was fun.

Now we were driving downtown to visit Chinatown and play tourist. ALL of us had been there before, except for recent immigrant Naimh, which is why she got the front passenger "shotgun" seat beside me. We chatted about anything and everything, from food to holiday plans to reminiscing about the day's activities and even Naimh's taste in art.

It probably took another ten minutes until those forty-plus-story skyscraper buildings surrounded us, and another ten minutes to find a metered parking spot, but that time passed by in the blink of an eye for me.

Time flies when you're having fun, you see.

Everyone was eager to get out of the van and stretch their legs again, and the seven of us soon hit the pavement. I played tour guide for

Naimh, pointing out all the sights and explaining what I knew about the history of the place. We took photos in front of Landmarks and bought ginormous fortune cookies where you could write your own fortune and have them tuck it inside a warm cookie before they folded it into shape. Everywhere we went, the gorgeous Irish redhead held my hand and gave me lots of kisses. To an outside observer, we must've appeared to be a happy couple out on the town with some of our friends. I rather enjoyed the attention and wondered if this was what a relationship with her would feel like. If the other girls minded, they didn't express it.

Naimh appeared to be on the same wavelength. We were walking down Grant

Avenue hand-in-hand, heading for Dragon's Gate to take some group photos when she leaned in and asked quietly, “Ever wish we could do this more often? Walk around town Like any other romantic couple?"