“Of course, silly,” she smiled sweetly, before her expression shifted to coy. “On another note, is Mr. Brown hung?”
“Ashley,” I gasped, surprised by her shift from her first declaration of love to the size of a black cock.
“I’m curious, just like you were, obviously,” she smiled, her foot again going to my crotch.
My face went red at the truth of her words as I admitted, “Like father, like son, it seems.”
“Hmmm, does that mean your dad is big too,” she teased.
Realizing we were in play mode, I quipped, “Well, you know your body is based on your mom’s DNA.”
“Yes, you already know what I will look like in twenty years,” she continued, her foot putting extra pressure on my awkwardly positioned and trying to grow cock.
“I will definitely take that,” I answered.
“You better,” she countered.
Our food arrived and we shifted our conversation to calmer topics like her ridiculous work schedule which would not allow for her to spend much time with me over the next week. I pointed out I would be pretty busy myself with getting prepared for the state championship and grading math tests that I had due this week.
Once done eating, our desert in front of us but both of us needing time for our lunch to settle, Ashley glanced over to the Browns before turning to me and saying, “I can’t believe Rhianna was flirting with me like that.”
“You loved it,” I quipped back, knowing she did.
“Well, it is the purest sign of flattery,” she shrugged.
“What is?” I asked.
“Being hit on by someone of the same sex. No different for men. When a gay guy hits on you that is the ultimate compliment,” she explained.
“How so?” I asked, curious by yet another strange sexual philosophy of my oversexed girlfriend.
“Isn’t it obvious? Gay men have better taste in men than women do,” she said, as if that explained everything.
“I am not remotely following this,” I replied.
“Well most women are so jaded by past betrayals by men that they lower their standards, while gay men have great taste in clothing and men,” she clarified.
“So what you are saying is that you settled for me based on your harsh past and that since I have never been hit on by a gay guy I am not a good catch?” I countered, playing devil’s advocate to her bizarre philosophy.
“First off, I am not settling. You are sexy, we have similar interests, your dad is hot so you will be too in twenty years, you have a super tongue and a nice big cock,” she replied, splattering me with ego-boosting compliments.
“Those are all tough to argue with,” I agreed.
“Plus, Nate thinks you are hot,” she added.
“Gay nurse Nate?” I asked, although he was the only Nate I knew.
“The one and only,” she confirmed. “That night we met Nate and I were both checking you out. Of course, I won.”
“What did he say about me?” I asked and then realized how ludicrous the question was.
“Why do you want to know?” she asked playfully.
“I’m just considering all my options,” I countered with a smile.
She laughed as she added, “Well, speaking of things Nate said, he tells me no one gives head better than another man.”
“Well, we will just have to take his word for it,” I replied, trying to push aside the curiosity tickling at the back of my mind; I wasn’t gay, there was no way I was wondering if I could please Troy more than Eve could.
“If you are ever curious,” she answered, then laughed at the double-meaning of curious in the context referred.
“Good to know,” I laughed, “in case you quit sucking cock after the I do’s.”
Silence suddenly filled the room as we both realized what I had just said.
Thankfully, it was Rhianna who broke the sudden tension as she passed our table on her way to the washroom. “Hmmmm, that looks good enough to eat whole.”
My eyes went wide, but Ashley not missing a beat, retorted, “So I have been told.”
Rhianna was already walking away, her bubble butt ass swaying enticingly. Ashley leaned forward, “Do you think I should follow her in there and let her eat me whole?”
“You wouldn’t,” I gasped, my cock springing immediately to life at the thought of Ashley with another woman, especially someone as delicious as Rhianna.
“Just tell me to do it,” she said, her expression one of total sincerity. If I said go for it I was positive she would have did exactly what she said she would do.
“If she wasn’t one of my students,” I said, briefly being the one in charge, “I would have you and her in a sixty-nine.”
“You would?” She smiled.
“Absolutely,” I nodded, playing along with her naughty innuendo.
She fed me a bite of the dessert and took one herself, allowing yet another naughty implication linger between us, my cock ready to burst through my pants like the Hulk.
The dessert was almost done when Rhianna sauntered past us again. Ashley said as she passed, “Isn’t my dessert delicious, honey?”
Rhianna stopped to look at me and waited to hear my response. Forgetting she was a student, my cock head again controlling my real head, I answered. “It is by far the best dessert I have ever had and I have had a lot.”
Rhianna smiled, putting another seed of naughtiness in the air, “Well, I will have to try some… one day very, very soon.”
Again, she left before Ashley could counter leaving yet another naughty innuendo lingering between us.
Ashley asked, leaning in, “You wanted to know if I have been with another woman, right?”
“Is that a trick question?” I asked, knowing in past relationships when something is too good to be true, it usually is (although Ashley had dispelled all my relationship theories so far).
“Nope, do you really want to hear about my naughty lesbian past?” She asked, sucking on her straw innocently, yet it wasn’t innocent to me. Also, her foot which had returned to the floor throughout our meal was back against my crotch teasing me.
“If you want to tell me,” I answered safely.
She moved her foot away and stood up, “If you want to know all about my sordid past and learn another one of my fantasies, you better follow me right fucking now, I am so horny I could go ride her face right here in the restaurant in front of her parents.”
I briefly entertained that thought before tossing two twenties on the table for the twenty-six dollar bill and following her out like a puppy following a bone, giving a quick wave to the Browns as we left.
Once in the car, I asked, “Where to?”
“My place,” she answered.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” I agreed, pulling out of the parking lot my cock hard with anticipation and my mind filled with curiosity.
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