The Book of David Ch. 10

When I finally got it and turned around, Brianna was casually seated on a barstool, leaning back against the counter in a pose that drew my attention to the soft skin of her legs. She'd also undone another button on her blouse, and my jaw waggled up and down a couple of times trying to untie my own tongue.

"So? What now?" I asked. I was too busy ogling Brianna and how beautiful she looked to think of a plan right now.

She sipped at her smoothie, drawing my attention to her ruby red lips wrapped tightly around the straw. She popped up and gasped lightly for air. "Doesn't really matter," she said. "As long as it's with you."

***

Hours later, we were parked in front of Brianna's apartment, and she was practically in my lap as we did our best to inhale each other's mouth. But things had not always been this way.

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!"

And then she walked away.

***

I was still shaking when I got home. Amber was sitting on the bed in a 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?"

"No..." The pretty brunette giggled and then turned to me. "Does that mean you WON'T try to stop me if I go beyond kissing?"

"I don't know."

"Well... what if I do this?" Brianna slid her hand down over my crotch. I was in a romantic mood, not a sexual mood, and I wasn't hard yet. Brianna frowned, and then slid off the trunk of the car. And then her hands were busy with my shorts. "Bree?" I asked in concern.

"Are you going to try to stop me?"

Brianna unbuttoned me and then yanked down the zipper. A moment later, she pulled my half-hard cock through the flap of my boxers. And then bending over into my lap, standing at a highway turnoff overlooking the river, only nominally hidden by the car from any passing motorists, Brianna slurped me into her mouth.

My mind did what it had been doing for the past month, it locked up and refused to make a decision. A part of me protested out of loyalty to my girlfriend. This wasn't just sex; this was a budding rival relationship. But a part of me accepted the sex. I'd been intimate with other girls while dating Amber; this wasn't anything new from a purely physical standpoint.

And on top of that indecision, I couldn't help but recognize how unfair this all was to Brianna. Right now, she was adopting the attitude of take-what-I-can-get. But all I was giving her was an empty shell of myself; my heart still belonged to Amber. Brianna's and my relationship was incredibly unbalanced, and even when I was in this gorgeous place with her, I was thinking of the last time I was here, with Danielle.

But for now, the strongest argument was made by my penis. Brianna's mouth felt good. And so I didn't decide. I just let it happen.

She was right. I wouldn't try to stop her. I wouldn't initiate, but I wouldn't stop her. She could get up and start fucking me, and I wouldn't even stop her.

But for now, Brianna's first blowjob on me would do just fine. I was fully hard in no time, and pretty soon she was bobbing her head up and down with powerful suction. The wind blew in my face as my vision was filled with such a beautiful landscape. Between that and the heavenly sensations coming up through my crotch, I floated on a surreal fantasy and very quickly ramped up towards the point of eruption.

Just when my hands tightened in Brianna's hair, she switched gears from powerful sucking to playful teasing. "Nuh-uh..." she mumbled around my shaft as she pulled me out and then began to lave her tongue down the sides while I felt the cool air whipping over my wet cock.

Her new ministrations brought my attention down to her, and when she felt my gaze, she swiveled her brilliant green eyes up to look right at me as she continued her pleasurable sucking motions on my cock.

We must have been better hidden than I thought. In the time while Brianna blew me, I heard at least four cars drive by on the road behind us. Never once did I hear a honk. So after the first few minutes, I let myself relax and enjoy.

I held her head tenderly in my hands as she bobbed and weaved around me, expertly bestowing me with an erotic tongue dance. She was good. And as I surrendered myself to the pleasure, I opened my eyes again to the view. The sun was coming down, the sky already turning to orange. And the light glinted off of Brianna's eyes.

Once, just once, I thought of Danielle.

More than once, I thought of Amber.

But then at last, I let reality fill my mind as I watched Brianna's pouty lips stretched wide around my member. It was an intoxicating sight, and I let the hormonal arousal flush through me as I watched this pretty girl sucking on me for the first time.

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 I looked quite the couple.

The maitre'd had led us to a semi-private table for four, and I pulled out Brianna's chair for her before settling into one adjacent. We kept sneaking little flirty looks at each other as we perused the menus. And then just after our waiter poured the wine, Brianna giggled and asked, "Still think this isn't a date?"

I conceded it might be a date and Brianna made her Taco Bell comment. We were just about ready to order and Brianna was taking a new sip of her wine when she suddenly froze in absolute shock, her mouth gaping and her eyes wide open.

I followed her line of sight and turned just in time to see Danielle, quite dolled up herself in a green dress, looking our way with Cherys right beside her.

"Dani?" I asked.

The girls left their hostess behind and walked straight over to us, Dani looking oddly from Brianna to me and back before saying, "David?"

Cherys was the fastest to recover and held her hand out to Brianna, saying pleasantly, "Hello, I'm Cherys." The raven-haired beauty's eyes were glowing as she evaluated my dining companion.

Stammering, Brianna managed to look away from Danielle long enough to shake Cherys' hand and answer, "Brianna. Uh... pleased to meet you."

Danielle, for her part, was still in shock as she looked like what amounted to a brunette clone of her. "Uh, David... who is this?"

It dawned on me that with everything going on, I hadn't really told my sister about the Brianna situation. Danielle knew about Amber leaving soon, but since even I didn't know exactly the nature of my relationship with Brianna, I'd never really spoken about it outside of Amber, Kevin, and Jen. I cleared my throat. "Danielle, meet Brianna. She's my friend from Beckman Engineering. Brianna, I've told you about my sister Danielle."

The two looked at each other a little uncomfortably, uneasy as they evaluated the doppelganger before them. In the silence, the maitre'd stepped up. "Would you ladies care to join your friends? Or shall I show you to your table?"

"We'll stay here, thank you," Danielle quickly answered and then she took the seat next to Brianna while Cherys went in the fourth spot between me and her girlfriend.

The awkward tension between my sister and my 'friend' was getting thick so I tried to cut through it quickly. "Look, I'm sorry I haven't told you about Brianna just yet. Things are just a little complicated."

"I'll say, you look just like me," Danielle answered while looking at my companion. Then my sister blinked a few times and took a deep breath. "But, that's no reason for me to be impolite. I'm sorry to intrude on your dinner. We can leave-"

"Oh, no! Don't." Brianna immediately put her hand on Danielle's. "I've been wanting to meet you for a while. And like David said," she looked over at me. "We're just friends."

Cherys smirked. "Friends dressed to the nines at Palluconi's," she deadpanned.

"Well..." Brianna gazed lovingly over at me. "I'm hoping that we can be more than friends someday..."

Danielle's eyebrows went up and she looked right at me with a questioning glance.

"Amber knows everything," I said firmly. "Technically, Amber set us up."

Now Cherys' eyebrows went up.

I sighed. "It's really, really complicated. Look, let's order and we can all chat."

***

Alcohol has many, many dangers. But it's also quite the social lubricant. After a few bottles of wine, all four of us had totally mellowed out and were just enjoying each other's conversation.

There had been the first tension with Danielle and Cherys trying to wrap their heads around Amber's little plan to transition Brianna into my next girlfriend like a cross fade or something.

Then there was Brianna's mind being blown momentarily when she figured out Danielle and Cherys were not 'just friends'.

But by the end of the night, everyone was nicely toasted and pleasantly frisky. From the heavy looks Brianna was giving me, I was pretty sure that the next time she had an opportunity to 'initiate' without me stopping her, she would be initiating us all the way.

Danielle and Brianna found they had a lot more in common than physical appearance and were getting along quite well. Danielle was telling her a rather embarrassing story about me when I was little, and I felt a sly hand slipping onto my thigh... from the wrong end of the table.

I snapped my head around to Cherys, who was giving me her trademark Cheshire grin.

She nodded her head at the matched pair animatedly talking and giggling. She really did have a dirty mind, and I glared at her.