Suiting action to her words, the beautiful brunette bent forward, took my thick cock in her mouth, and started bobbing her head up and down.

Her dangling earrings tinkled, and I sagged a bit in my seat. Rather nervously, I glanced up at the house, only too aware that Zofi's dad had said almost immediately after my arrival that he recognized the minivan. And in a panicked whisper, I asked, “What if your DAD is watching?"

“He won't," Zofi explained quickly between sucks.

“He's okay with you already. It's my mom we have to convince."

"I just... I dunno..." The whole situation was unsettling. Part of me wanted to give in and just enjoy one of the rare occasions when Zofi

(Zofi!) put her mouth on me. But the sense of wrongness didn't go away.

It wasn't like she was prostituting herself for money, but it didn't feel so very far off. And that thought wasn’t very arousing.

I even started to go soft. Zofi noticed almost immediately. "What's happening?" she asked in confusion as my dick literally wilted in her left hand.

“I don't think I can do this," I muttered, giving her an apologetic look.

“It's not that I don't want to... Okay, it IS that I don't really want to. This just feels wrong, doesn't it? You don't have any ‘urge to go down on me. You're just doing it for show. It's a fake thing for your MOM. And that's Like the Least arousing thing I can think of right now."

Zofi sat up straight, wiped her lips with two fingers, and took a deep breath. She furrowed her eyebrows, took a deep breath, and sighed.

“Well you know what? Maybe that's good enough. If she was watching, she

Saw me bend over in your lap. Maybe she'll think you just came really, really fast."

“Um, sure, maybe." I sighed, although in my head I wasn't so sure I liked the idea of Zofi‘s mom thinking I was a premature ejaculator

Zofi shook her head. "Or maybe the truth will be easier. That I wanted to, but you got nervous thinking my parents could see us. That's true enough, right?"

“Right ."

She exhaled slowly, recognizing the tension on my face, and she reached up to caress my cheek.

“I'm sorry for doing that to you, Matty. I realize now how unfair that must've been."

I shook my head.

“No need to apologize. I understand the pressure you're under, and I really DO want to do what I can to help. I care a lot about you. I care a lot about all the girls. And I'll do whatever you need me to do. Just... maybe not let you give me a blowjob on cue for your mom."

Zofi chuckled. "Fair enough. But if you really do mean that, I think

I'm gonna need you to play my boyfriend a little Longer."

“Yeah, no problem." I smiled at her and rubbed her knee. "I wasn't lying when I said I enjoy spending time with you and that I'd like to spend even more time with you."

“You mean that?"

I nodded. "Maybe we should go on a few dates. Real ones, without your parents. Bring your digital camera, get some photos of the two of us together. Help build a narrative your mom will believe."