I woke up in his bed this time. Over the course of the night, we moved around a bit and I ended up as the little spoon with his arm draped around me and his cock pressed up against my ass. I was still wearing the spaghetti strap top and the socks but the shorts were nowhere to be found. We woke up to his alarm signaling that it was time to go to work. His cock was a little bit hard but not enough to do anything with. I backed my ass up on it anyway.
"Don't start something you can't finish."
"What makes you think I can't finish it?"
I felt his cock jump a little at the thought but it still didn't get hard enough for a quickie. He started to get up and get dressed for work. I layed there for a bit and drifted in and out of sleep. I could smell the coffee brewing already as he asked me if had to work today.
"Yeah, I have the lunch shift today. Shouldn't be there too long."
"Cool, I'll see you tonight then." He said this as he gave my ass a little squeeze. I let out a contented little sigh and tooted my ass up slightly. I soon heard the door open and close and his truck start up as he left for the day.
It had been only a few days since this started and I felt great. I was getting sex on the daily and didn't care (maybe even really enjoyed) that I was on the receiving end of it. I laid there for a little bit thinking about the few days before, but then remembered what our agreement was.
At the end of the day, we were both still straight, or at least bisexual if we were being honest. As much as I liked getting fucked, I could still remember the taste of pussy and how much I loved being face deep in it. I remember my last girlfriend had this amazing proclivity for getting extremely wet when I ate her out, almost drowning me in pussy juice. I also remembered the two women I had talked to just yesterday, including the older lady who practically forced her number on me. I like it when they're assertive.
As I laid and let my mind wander, I looked over at the time. Shit, I have to get ready for work. Luckily it wasn't a long shift and once I had gotten there, the time went fast.
I got back to the house around two-thirty and didn't know what to do with myself. Remembering the other day, I pulled out my phone and gave Margerite a call. The phone rang several times and I thought it was going to voicemail. Then I heard the click as the line opened.
"Hello, Margerite? This is Paul, You gave me your number yesterday at the store."
"Oh hi, nice to know your name now. How are you?"
"I'm pretty good. I was wondering if you might want to get together for a cup of coffee."
"Sure. Are you free now?"
"Actually I am. Where do you want to meet?"
She sent me an address for a coffee shop about fifteen minutes away. I told her I would be there in about that time.
"See you soon. Looking forward to talking about your purchase."
What the hell? I wanted to ask her what she meant but she had already hung up. I hoped she didn't think this was a business call. I shrugged it off and hopped in the car after changing clothes.
I got to the place a little earlier than I expected. But when I walked in she was already there, waving me over to the table. As I approached she stood up and gave me a hug, which surprised me but I hugged back.
She was a bit taller than I remembered. Maybe about five nine and thick with slightly wavy light brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Not normally what I go for but she seemed nice and was attractive in a country girl comes to the city kind of way. We started chitchatting about regular stuff like the weather and work. Then she asked me the tough question.
"How's your girlfriend? Does she know you're here?"
I started turning red as I sought to answer the question properly.
"We actually had a fight last night and-"
"Stop that. You don't have a girlfriend."
I stopped dead in my tracks. How did she know that? What was this about? Why did she invite me here if she already knew this? I thought I might have a way out of this.
