She saw the tension in my eyes, and once again Brianna went back to her powerful suction as she bobbed up and down rapidly. Her hands joined the mix, both of them squeezing and caressing and corkscrewing along my rod. And just when the wind picked up to blast me with a refreshing burst of cool air, my hips bucked and I was cumming into Brianna's mouth.

She grunted with the effort of swallowing that first shot, hard and fast to the back of her throat. And then I could hear the glugging noise of her throat as she took the rest of my load deep into her belly.

My whole body shuddered and I bent forward at the waist, trembling as I emptied the contents of my swollen balls into Brianna's receptive mouth. And at last, she'd drained me dry and we were both panting for air.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and as Brianna stood, I pulled her between my spread knees and wrapped her in a tight hug. She practically purred as I enfolded her slender body in my arms, her head pressed to my chest while I sat on the trunk of my car and she stood on the ground before me.

I had my release. She had her chance to please me. We were both quite satisfied with the outcomes, even if they weren't quite what we may have wanted deep down inside. I still felt a Little guilty, wishing we hadn't done that much. Perhaps she'd wanted to do even more.

But she didn't press me that night. I think she knew she could have gotten me to sleep with her if she pushed. But I wasn't really ready yet.

I dropped her off at her place with a pleasant kiss. We made a

“non-date' to hang out the next weekend.

Amber studied me as I walked in. She was in the kitchen, facing me while standing at the range with some big, black pots over the burners.

My girlfriend rarely cooked, but she did look quite ravishing in the apron, high heels, and nothing else.

“Did you fuck her?"

"No," I said in a husky voice. It was then that I noticed the range burners weren't actually on. She was just posing to be enticing, and it was working.

“Did you get ANY relief?" Amber's tits were practically spilling out from behind the apron. Then she began to turn around.

“She gave me a blowjob," I answered, and then focused in on Amber's naked ass as she turned around and bent over the kitchen counter.

The apron's strap was tied behind her waist. That and the halter tie around her neck were the only things barring a complete view of her backside from head to heels. And from the way Amber was bending, I could now see the pretty pink of her pussy lips coming into view.

Then Amber raised up a bottle of olive oil, waggling it in her left hand. With her right, she pulled her asscheek to the side, showing me the dark red rose of her anus. "Got enough left to fuck my ass?"

My pants had already hit the floor. No mental confusion. No hesitation.

Amber was still my girlfriend and I intended to fuck her so hard she would never forget it.

“Okay, maybe this is a date," I conceded.

Brianna smiled from behind her wine glass just before she took a sip.

When she breathed out a satisfied, "Ahh..." she said, “At least we've graduated beyond Taco Bell."

The Italian restaurant we were at had a reputation for being a romantic hotspot. With red velvet, mood lighting, and wonderful food, that reputation was well deserved. After almost two full months of ‘hanging out', Brianna had slowly worn me down.

She'd held onto my arm as we approached the maitre'd for our reservation. I'd washed and waxed the car, and the valet whistled in envy at me when Brianna had gotten out of the car. Her hair and makeup looked liked she'd spent a good amount of time in front of the mirror.

Her maroon dress had a plunging neckline and artfully enhanced her lithe body. Her heels flexed her calves and made it look like her legs went on forever. And she'd upgraded from casual jewelry to some of her shiny finest.

Brianna had called ahead to Amber and my girlfriend had me dressed to match in a dinner jacket, slacks, and a maroon dress shirt. Brianna and