“How are we gonna do that?" I whispered back.

Zofi didn't answer. She just squeezed my hand and led me around the car to join her parents as we headed into the restaurant.

After the rough start, I'd like to think the double-date went as well as could be hoped for. At least being in a public place meant that

Zofi's mom wouldn't ask any more impolite questions, and although it took everyone a few minutes to settle down from the tension in the car, we eventually fell into a natural rhythm. Zofi got her Niners fandom from her dad, and once I started talking football, he certainly eased up.

Conscious of Zofi's need for me to convince her parents that we were in love and that she was straight, I once again filled myself with that fresh sense of love and longing I felt for Naimh, and redirected that energy to Zofi. She was exquisitely beautiful, as always, in an elegantly strapless LBD (Little black dress), her hair up in a neat and tight high bun, with no strays hanging loose. She also wore those dangling earrings I Loved so much, and every time they tinkled I was reminded of the way she looked giving me a blowjob in Tahoe, which certainly put me in the right frame of mind for acting lustfully in love with her.

She went out of her way to touch my arm or shoulder throughout the evening. I rubbed her legs, brushed her arm with the back of my fingers a few times, and even gave her two pecks on the cheek. I made sure my body posture leaned into her, kept my focus on the girl I was pretending to be in love with, and didn't let myself get overly sucked into the conversation, thus ignoring her.

After we drove back to her parents' house, the four of us made polite small talk before I took my leave of them. Zofi walked me out to my van, and to my surprise, after I used the remote to unlock it, she opened the passenger door and hopped inside. I furrowed my eyebrows, not understanding, but she gave me a stern look and said, "Get in."

I got in, and Zofi quickly swung her Legs into the gap between the two front seats, held my head, and kissed me passionately. I figured she must be expecting her mom to be watching us from the house, so in the interest of selling my “boyfriendness", I held her head and kissed her back with equal passion. Zofi moaned into my mouth in a tone that told me not everything was for show, and as I felt her arousal build, so did mine.

Two minutes into our impromptu makeout session, Zofi's hand slid up my right thigh and over the bulge in my dress slacks. She giggled into my mouth, happy to find my boner there as if it were validation of her sexiness. And she broke our Lip-lock to focus for a moment on unzipping me and extracting my dick through the flap.

I immediately grabbed her wrist to stop her.

“Wait, what?" I exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "You can't do that here!"

“Why not?"

“Your parents might be watching!" I hissed back.

“That's the point."

"Zofi, please tell me you're not giving me a blowjob just to try and convince your mom that you're straight."

“Of course I am.“

“Do you not see the inherent wrongness in that?"

“What? You don't want me to give you a blowjob?"

“Of course I want you to give me a blowjob. But I only want you to give me a blowjob if you want to give me a blowjob. Not as a show for your mom."

“What? NOW you're gonna get all moral on me about my ulterior motives?

You're already pretending to be my boyfriend, Matty. You're already pretending to be in love with me when you're not." Zofi frowned, sat up straight, and gave me a funny Look.

“Wait, you're not actually in love with me, are you?"

“No, of course not."

"Good." Zofi looked relieved, but a moment later, her eyes hardened.

“Now will you please just shut up and let me put my mouth on you?"