Nothing much happened for the rest of Sunday. We had a little brunch together and then I drove home surprised by how exhausted I was. A few days later I got a message from Kate that she had gotten her period, so my accidental cumming in her hadn't been an issue. We continued to chat and settled into our between-breeding-sessions routine.
About a week later I got a text from Kate asking if I had a free evening. I told her I was free the next night, and asked what was up. She told me that she and Alena wanted to arrange a little something to say thank you for everything I was doing for them. This seemed funny to me, as I very much felt like I was the lucky one in this scenario, which I told her. Nonetheless, she told me, keep the evening clear. She would pick me up at six o'clock.
I had a hard time concentrating on work that day - everyone loves a surprise, and I couldn't think what I'd be in for. I dressed in some chinos and a white button down top - something that could be dressed up or dressed down pretty easily depending on what we were up to. At six sharp, Kate pulled up and texted me that she was outside. As I got in the car, I was surprised again how strange it was to see Kate dressed up - I had gotten so used to her naked body, her sex hair, that this looked like almost a new person. She had red lip-stick on and had done something to make her eyes really pop, and was wearing a beige wool coat that went down to her knees.
"No Alena?" I asked.
"Nope, just the two of us for this one."
I was intrigued, and for some reason strangely nervous. Being alone with Kate like this, the tension was palpable. We hadn't really spent much time alone just the two of us since all the sex had started, and I wasn't quite sure how to act. I rested my arm on the console between us, and was conscious of how close it was to touching her. She edged her arm over a little bit, and brushed mine - which felt thrilling. It was so weird - I have had my bare cock inside of this woman, but my heart is racing at brushing my arm up against her in this new scenario. She looked over at me and dashed her dazzling smile.
The drive was longer than I expected. We left town, and the trees grew thicker down the little two-lane rural highway.
"Where are we going? Are you taking me into the woods to murder me?" I asked.
"Oh no, you've spotted it. Will you put up a struggle? Or just give in to your fate?"
"You can do whatever you want to me," I replied, the words heavier with meaning than I intended.
"Oh, I don't know, I think it goes the other way around. You usually get what you want out of me. Has there been a single thing I've said no to throughout this entire endeavor?"
"No, come to think of it there hasn't. So I guess we get to do whatever we want to each other, is what you're saying."
"I guess it is. So we'll drive into the woods and murder each other?"
"Exactly," I replied. "But in all seriousness, where the hell are you taking me?"
"Oh, you know. Somewhere we can get some privacy."
We ended up in a little town about an hour outside of the city where we lived. It was nestled on a lake, and had gotten a little more touristy over the past couple of years, though still had some small-town charm left. We pulled into the parking lot of a little Italian Bistro that was right on the water. The ice at the shoreline made delicate crystal sounds as the water moved with the wind, and getting inside, the windows were foggy with moisture.
