"Maybe we need to set some ground rules," you said as we pulled into the driveway of your house.
I paused for a moment, and then nodded. "Absolutely," I agreed, but with some reluctance. "What did you have in mind?"
"No fucking," you said looking me straight in the eye. "No matter how horny we get and how much we want to fuck each other, there will be no fucking."
I'm sure I looked a bit confused. After all, I thought fucking was the whole point. "Well, I don't know..."
"We can't fuck!" you exclaimed. "Either you agree to that or we call this off right now."
I'm sure I must've rolled my eyes. "Okay, okay," I relented, certainly disappointed, but willing to compromise. "No fucking. Anything else?"
"Eyes forward at ALL times," you replied.
"What? What do mean? I can't look over at you?"
"No. We keep our eyes on the porn. You don't watch what I'm doing and I don't watch what you're doing. We watch the fucking and sucking and licking on the screen ONLY!"
"What fun is that?" I argued. "Most of the fun is going to be watching you with that big pink vibrator you've been bragging about."
"It's purple. And I insist that you keep your eyes forward at all times. You can stroke your cock all you want and I can fuck myself all I want. But we don't watch each other. Got it?"
Again, I was disappointed. When we first started talking about getting together to watch porn, I had an entirely different idea of how it would go. I imagined watching you slide that big pink, er, purple vibrator in and out of your pussy and watching as your eyes rolled back in your skull as immeasurable pleasure erupted inside of you. Hell, that was what was going to get ME off. Sure, the girl-on-girl action on the DVD would get me plenty hot, but it was the idea of you having a shuddering orgasm sitting next me on the couch that was going to get me launching my load sky high. And then, I figured we'd just end up fucking. I mean, it made sense to me.
"I think I want to object to that one," I said firmly.
You just shook your head. "Then just back this car up and we'll head back to work."
"Dammit," I uttered under my breath. You had all the power here, and you knew it. Women ALWAYS had all the power. "Okay, you win again. Is that it?"
You cocked her head pensively. "Hmmmm. Yep, I think that does it for now. But I might come up with some new rules as we go."
"No, no, no," I firmly protested. "No making up new rules as we go along."
But you just smiled. "Come on. Do you really think you're in ANY position to challenge me on this?"
You looked down at my crotch. My penis had been nearly bursting from the zipper since we left the office. Both my cock and I were well aware that there were two options: your way, or no way. And my cock knew that your way was the preferable of the two, even if it wasn't exactly what I had planned.
I acquiesced. You just grinned. "Good. Let's get going. Not sure how long this will take you, but I'm hoping to knock out a couple of killer orgasms and I'll need a good 45 minutes to an hour."
We went inside your house. "The DVD player is in the family room, " you said pointing down the stairs to the basement. "I'm going to freshen up and I'll be right down."
I descended the stairs and quickly assessed the logistics. It was perfect. A large big screen plasma television was against the wall. A plush leather sofa was arranged directly in front of it.
I pushed the "eject" button on the DVD player and the tray slid out. I lifted "The Little Mermaid" out of the tray and replaced it with the DVD I'd brought and gave it a gentle push, which caused the tray to retract. I found the remote sitting on a side table and turned the television on. "DVD loading..." appeared on the blue screen.
Before long I had opened the menu and navigated to the scene we had both agreed we would watch. I'd watched it before and had described it to you. It was two gorgeous, blonde, deeply tanned women eating pussy and finger fucking each other on a beach. You seemed as eager to watch it as I was to have you see it.
I paused the scene when it began, then sat down on the far right end of the sofa. It wasn't long until you came down the stairs. You had two blankets in your arms. You tossed one to me and sat down on the left side of the sofa.
"What's this?" I asked, a little more confused.
"New rule. We strip under the blankets and stay covered."
"But why? My eyes will be forward at ALL times," I insisted.