Saturday?"

I frowned. "I told you, E-Beth is coming back to town that weekend. We already made plans to catch up." I Let my eyes flicker over Brianna for just a moment in a very evaluative manner. Luckily, she didn't catch me as she was already looking away to smother her own annoyed scowl. I didn't want to fight the E-Beth battle just yet.

Even though she was pretty far away, E-Beth and I still kept in touch through regular emails and phone calls. For this trip home, she had made several suggestive remarks about booty calls between old friends and expressed more than a passing interest in my new pretty girlfriend, comments that made my blood boil with lust. The only problem was, based on what Little I knew of Brianna, there was no way I would get my girlfriend to agree.

It's not that I was against the idea of monogamy. Ellie had been a monogamous relationship. E-Beth had been a monogamous relationship. And besides, Brianna had known full well that I was still boning Amber when she and I got started.

The only thing was, ever since Brianna and I had “officially” become a couple, there had been zero positive feedback from her about expanding our sexual circles. And ever since Amber left, Brianna's had been the only body my cock had been in.

It's not Like that was all bad. Brianna was an absolute cumsLlut for me and her personal variety kept things quite interesting. But as wonderful as the sex was, Amber had spoiled the hell out of me and I now felt some unholy cravings for fresh pussy. I'd dropped hints, some subtle and some not-so-subtle.

The latter had been the instigator for a pretty messy fight.

It wasn't even that I wanted to cheat on her or do something apart from my girlfriend. Most of my suggestions had been for threesomes, something I'd originally thought the sex freak Brianna would easily go for. Not so. For all her other sexual proclivities, she was totally and completely straight and had no interest in taking on two guys at the same time.

So no threesomes and no E-Beth's or Diane's on the side. After nine months of monogamy, I was going stir crazy.

Not that I could ever let my girlfriend know that. I reached across the table and held Brianna's hands.

“Tell you what, let's take Friday off from work. We can go to the museum and it'll probably be even less crowded than a weekend."

“Don't you have a big project due?"

“Screw-em. I want to spend the time with you.”

The smile on Brianna's face almost made everything better.

Almost.

“That's my bag," E-Beth pointed to the full-sized suitcase trundling along the conveyor belt. I smiled in relief that the heavy-looking thing had wheels. The girl was here for only a weekend. What the hell did she need all this stuff for?

I removed my arm from her waist, pulling out of E-Beth's grasp as I sauntered over to the baggage carousel and heaved the thing off. After setting the handle, I took hold of the suitcase and nodded my head in the direction of the parking garage. E-Beth smiled and slipped her hand into mine. Together, we headed off.

To an outside observer, we probably appeared to be a happily dating couple. Our conversation was smooth and easy, and the way we held hands showed intimate comfortability. Plus, I kept ogling E-Beth's massive cleavage that was spilling over the top of her V-necked shirt.

Twenty minutes later, we were at a diner that E-Beth and I used to patronize when we were dating. It was a preferred hangout for college students with its generous portion sizes and low prices. But since the food was rather high on grease content and E-Beth had been in her weight loss-mode, we hadn't gone very often. Still, this diner was always the place of choice when she'd wanted to indulge or be a little naughty with her diet.

From the smirk on her face, E-Beth had a different kind of naughty in mind. And as the memories of her curvaceous body trickled into my consciousness, I was already starting to rationalize how it wouldn't really be "cheating".

Still, my conscience kicked in and I pushed the illicit thoughts from my head, instead focusing on the routine exchange of what each other had been up to over the past year or so.

Midway through the meal, I felt Like my heart had stopped beating, and not from artery-clogging grease. E-Beth noticed my suddenly inert state, and softly apologized, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought her up."

“No, no, it's okay." I took a deep breath. "When did you last talk to her?" I asked my plate.

"Two days ago," she replied automatically. But then she caught my expression and E-Beth's voice then took on her analytical tone, as if she were scrutinizing one of her chemical samples.

“When was the Last time YOU spoke with her?"