After the first twenty minutes, I started to get used to Brianna's attire and relaxed considerably. The conversation flowed from then. She told me about her family and career goals. I talked about my family and personality quirks. We never held hands. We never made any affectionate caresses beyond the usual flirtatious touches.

It wasn't a date. It was just hanging out. We were just platonic friends who liked to flirt. As attracted as I was to Brianna, and as much as my hormones wanted me to fuck her, I couldn't yet bring myself to think of a romantic future that didn't have Amber in it.

But even if I wasn't going to make a move, something Amber must have said to Brianna gave the pretty brunette the green Light to make her move.

On the drive to Brianna's place, the sexual tension that had been simmering between us had just about reached boiling point. And the ego-stroking self- confidence in myself was getting quite the pickup when I realized the significance of where Brianna lived.

I pulled over the curb in front of her apartment complex, my car hidden in the shadows by a tree blocking the street lights. We were almost in complete darkness. And as I killed the engine and the world around us quieted, I asked softly, "The Starbucks you keep meeting me at?" There was an obvious question in my voice.

"Yes..." Brianna purred as she leaned across the center console towards me.

“That's not on your way to work, is it?"

“Not even close," Brianna grinned, her teeth Luminous in the shadows.

And then her hands suddenly grabbed my head and yanked me to her. Hours and hours worth of tension had battered my self-control, and I just couldn't think about just being friends anymore.

All I could smell was her sweet scent. All I could taste was the spiciness of her lips. All I could feel was pure Lust. And for what seemed like twenty minutes, that was all we needed. Brianna's kiss had all the passion of our first kiss, just outside the front doors at work. Only this time, she wasn't about to flee across the parking lot.

In fact, Brianna was pulling closer. Our positions were awkward, leaning across the seats the way we were. I unfortunately had not picked this new car with an eye towards front-seat makeout sessions.

And after so long in this position, my back muscles were starting to spasm.

That minor discomfort was the first signal that what I was doing was not quite totally right. And I was in that frame of mind when Brianna's hand snaked down to my crotch, experimentally tracing the hard outline of my cock as I tented my jeans.

I whimpered in some surprise, not entirely comfortable where this was going just yet, and pulled my head away from our kiss. Brianna took the opportunity to focus her attention downwards as she unbuttoned me and dragged down the zipper.

"Bree..." I gasped. Like a snowball picking up momentum as it rolled downhill, the warnings in my mind grew and grew until they blocked out all other thought. I had a girlfriend. I Loved my girlfriend. And no matter what kind of permission, having these feelings for another girl was a kind of cheating. "Brianna," I stated a little more sternly.

My tone got her attention. She was panting with arousal, her blouse now unbuttoned halfway down and revealing a lacey black bra. Her eyes were a little unfocused as she looked into my eyes. "Will you come inside?" she husked.

I gulped, pinching my eyebrows together, and then I shook my head.

“I can't..." I just managed to gasp.

Brianna pouted and leaned into me, seemingly intent to kiss me again and change my mind. But I held my hand up to her Lips, blocking her.

"I can't... I'm not ready yet.”

Brianna squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, and when she opened up again her wild look had been somewhat tempered. Sighing, she nodded, and I removed my hand.

But just when she had a clear path to my mouth, she dove in and kissed me again. Meanwhile, her hand snaked beneath my shorts and her fingers wrapped around my naked cock.

"Oh, gawd..." I gasped as the heady rush of passion flooded back into my brain, wiping out all my concerns. If she just kept this up, she would be able to do whatever she wanted to me. But just as soon as she started, she pulled away, popped the door, and stepped outside.

She turned around almost immediately, grinning at me while she hurriedly buttoned back up her blouse.

“See you at work..." her eyes swiveled down to my crotch, “... big boy!”