Good Pet

“Your dad, what?” I ask, but I’m afraid of the answer. I’m afraid of whatever the details are, but I know I need to hear them. If I have any chance of helping him get through this, I have to know what happened, no matter how terrible it is.

“He took my money from me,” he says, finally releasing that painful truth to me like a nail in his hand. “He took my money from me on Friday, after I went out of my way to take it out of the bank to spend for today. Just for this special day. Just for you. Just for my wardrobe, and he took all of it!”

I’ve gone from feeling concerned and disturbed to feeling angry and helpless.

“He left me with only about a hundred or two hundred or so,” he continues. “Not nearly enough. Not the five thousand dollars I had before. That’s why I didn’t want to buy anything.” He looks truly wretched. “I didn’t have any money to. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin anything!” He tries to pull away from me, but I hold firm. “But, I guess I ruined things for you anyway!”

I get closer to him, hold him close, and make him look me in the eye. “Stop that. No more of that. You didn’t ruin anything. If anyone ruined what this was supposed to be, it’s your dad, for stealing what money you had set aside for our day today! You did nothing wrong, honey! Absolutely nothing.” I lean forward and kiss him on the lips. When I pull away, I make plans in my head of what I’m going to do next — something involving his zipper, and his casual jeans. “I’m just sorry you didn’t feel safe enough to tell me at the beginning of the day what had happened. You can tell me anything, Tommy. Anything at all. Even that, even though I know now how embarrassing it must’ve been.”

Slowly, I move my eyes down to his pants. Just as slowly, I bring my fingers up to his concealed zipper. “I’m sorry if I put you through any more distress accidentally, but I’d like to make it up to you. I’d like to give you something nice and relaxing. Something to get this date back on track.”

With these words, I slowly unzip him and unbutton him, happy that he doesn’t do anything to stop me. He doesn’t argue with me about what I’m doing or why, or whether he’s worthy of it or not. He just lets me unbutton and unzip him.

“Especially after you’ve been so brave and strong as to keep your pledge of celibacy, even with your monster of a boss clamoring for a taste of you.” Saying this, I lick my lips and prepare myself for my first gaze of Tommy’s cock. As I put my hand in through the opening I’ve made in his jeans, I know I’m in for a treat. It’s hard and just the perfect size for some good fun.

As I finally succeed in pulling Tommy’s hard cock free of his underwear and pants and get my first look along with my first feel, it’s exactly what I was imagining. Exactly as I had hoped — thick and long.

I lick my lips, already drooling at looking at all those inches I’m about to enjoy in my mouth. “Just sit back and enjoy, my love. Your girlfriend’s got it all under control.”

With that said, I bring my lips down on his cockhead. The moment my lips touch him, I’m in heaven. And so is he, by the gasp that floods the open air, and the tremble I feel rock through us both.

Chapter Forty-Four

Tommy

The minute Melissa puts her mouth down on my dick, I’m breathless as well as speechless. After weeks of fantasizing about her doing something like this to me, and years of dreaming and praying for a good girl to show me love this way, I’m out of my head with pleasure. It’s slick, wet, and warm. But more than that, it’s the feeling of Melissa’s tongue on my length that is driving me wild.

She pushes her mouth all the way down to my base, before coming back up. As she moves up, she makes the hungriest, the most delighted sound I’ve ever heard. The one I’ve been hoping I would hear from a girl as she blows me.

After this first trip up and down my length, Melissa sets herself into a slow rhythm. As she moves her mouth and tongue along me, around my shaft and cockhead, I watch her. I savor every moist, sucking sound that reaches my ears and every moan of pleasure and delight that follows.

I shiver, feeling the tremble and squeeze of her lips with more and more clarity, the more noise she makes. It’s like her happy, committed slurping makes me feel things more deeply. And watching her, the way her cheeks bulge out to accommodate my girth, the way her lips expand and glisten with her saliva, that makes me even harder.