And then she walked away.

I was still shaking when I got home. Amber was sitting on the bed ina comfy bathrobe, reading a magazine. Her soft blonde hair was in a ponytail and she was wearing her wire-rimmed glasses. As I braced myself against the doorjamb, I thought back fondly to the way I remembered her studying with me for chemistry so Long ago.

My hormones were pumping so hard I could barely walk straight as I went into our bedroom.

Amber studied me as I walked in. "Did you fuck her?"

"No," I croaked softly.

“Did you get ANY relief?"

"No," I stated, a little more harshly.

“Did you even get to see her in her new lingerie?”

“No," I growled, still very, very horny. My erection had not gone down at all since I left Brianna's place.

Amber smiled and sat up, then shrugged the bathrobe off her shoulders to reveal her spectacular 32Ds, so firm and round and with pink nipples already erect.

Her blue eyes shone as she batted her eyelashes. "Come fuck me."

SUMMER (August 2003)

“Still think this isn't a date?"

There was something poetic about this spot. I sat on the trunk of my car, my feet braced on the bumper. Brianna sat next to me, holding my hand and leaning against my shoulder. Together, we looked out across the expansive vista before us.

It was the same spot I was at a year and a half ago, looking down from the high cliff perch to the river far below. Only this time, I wasn't with my sister Danielle. And yet, sitting besides Brianna and seeing her pretty face, I couldn't help but be reminded of that wonderful day.

"Well..." Brianna nudged me.

"No. It's not a date," I answered, without much conviction.

“This is a pretty damn romantic spot for ‘just friends'."

I shrugged.

“I brought my sister here.”

“Fine, fine." Brianna accepted the ‘sister' comment at its non-sexual face value, and then turned and looked across the view. Seeing its grand beauty always calmed me, and it seemed to work for her as well.

“You're still going to kiss me at the end of the day, aren't you?"

“No. You're going to kiss me,“ I replied tersely. Brianna had kissed me at the end of our last four ‘non-dates'.

“Let me rephrase. You're still going to let me kiss you at the end of the day, aren't you?"

I closed my eyes and remembered what Danielle's lips felt like. Then forcing my mind back to the present, I answered Brianna. "Have I ever tried to stop you?"