Part Five. Like real crime fighters, we nail each other while playing Bob’s adult version of Clue.
Brandy, once vulnerable, quickly recovered from my tongue-lashing of her Pink Panther. She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her soft tits against my chest, kissed my lips multiple times, and gazed directly into my eyes.
She declared with zeal, “Bob, I want you to fuck me now!”
I smiled back at her like the Cheshire Cat.
“Your wish is my command.”
She shouted, “Okay, catch me if you can.”
Brandy escaped my grasp by pushing me away and rolling off the couch onto her hands and knees. I got up to chase her, and she crawled back towards the couch corner and mooned me with a huge “What are you going to do about it?” smile. What a beautiful view of her backside she flaunted. To my total awe, her sexy ass and pussy were on full display.
I was temporarily stunned by the sight, so I stood there watching her with a dazed expression, which gave her the two seconds she needed to get up, giggle at me, and then run unimpeded into her bedroom while still laughing.
After she disappeared into the bedroom, I stood there, still stupefied, for another second or two; once recovered, I trailed behind and nabbed her on the bed. She managed to make a move toward my boner while I was attempting to restrain her. Before I could react, she had sucked my cockhead back into her mouth and started to work on it. I was not expecting any oral attention, as she had just instructed me to screw her a minute ago.
What was going on? It must have been some kind of ploy to keep me intrigued; this retaliatory move to initiate another tongue-lashing of my cock stunned me. A renewed temptation to succumb to her latest advance was immense. However, I really wanted to save my precious remaining rounds to go hunting for her Pink Panther again, this time with my six-shooter, as she had recently demanded I do.
“Alright, hot stuff, two can play this game.”
I reached down to Brandy’s still very sensitive clit and started rubbing it. Her mouth opened, and my super engorged, dark, pink-colored pole popped out. She looked surprised and thrilled at the same time.
“You’re going to get it now!”
I flipped Brandy onto her back, and she immediately spread her legs. Her sweet, smiling invitation was unmistakable when she used her left hand to unfurl her pussy lips to show me exactly where she wanted me. I analyzed her sexy summons for a mere second before I moved over her and positioned my pulsating pecker an inch from her oozing pussy. She was more than ready for my outstanding member to visit; her lady bits were exceedingly wet and willing.
From our previous run-in, I knew to completely subdue the entire setting that encompasses Brandy’s pink diamond, I was going to require all the projectiles I could marshal. In particular, I needed to tranquilize her drooling manhood eater with a number of close-range shots.
I wasn’t worried about taking any safety measures. I vividly recalled Brandy assuring me that she was healthy, under the care of a medical professional, and thus protected from friendly fire. So, wielding my safety-less six-shooter, I zeroed in on the Pink Panther’s heavenly domain; indeed, it is heavenly!
I heard, “Do it, Bob.”
I glanced down at Brandy’s face from above, and I saw an anxious facial expression right under mine. I peered into her expectant blue eyes, and they electrified me right to the core of my being. My in-depth probe of this smoking hot policewoman had reached its final act. The culminating AGGRAVATED ASSAULT of her pink gem’s au naturel sanctuary was under way.
I pushed my hardware forward and felt the alluring entrance to Brandy’s magic kingdom. My cock’s glans slid along her opening slit for a couple of seconds; it felt so erotic, but that was all the longer I denied myself, or her, for that matter. Centering, I slowly pushed my needy erection carefully into her. When my little head disappeared, she tilted her head back, and her mouth opened.
“Aah, aah, Bob.”
I experienced the same enraptured reaction; the sensation of her vaginal walls gripping my cock was divine. With each new thrust forward, I slowly slid my rigid pole deeper inside her. We celebrated every new inch that slithered in with intimate feedback.
I verbalized, “Damn, ooh baby, gawd, you feel sooo incredible.”
She uttered, “Aah, aah, ooh, ooh, yah, y-yes, yes, Bob, and oh, fuck me.”
In no time, I was balls deep in her. After a couple of ardent strokes, I ceased all movement and simultaneously flexed my cock one time for each word whispered into her ear.
“How-do-you-do?”
Her eyes looked intense and confused. “What’s this about? I feel you twitching in me.”
“My cock is introducing himself to your pussy.” I snickered.
I felt her tits jiggle under me.
“Virginia says hi and welcomes him, even if his owner is acting goofy!”
“You named your pussy, and you’re calling me goofy?”
With each word Brandy spoke, I felt her Kegel muscles tighten around my cock. Oh my God, I was so into her, and literally that was physically true. Every time my cock flexed, her pussy flexed.
“Ooh, that feels amazing; your pussy is squeezing my cock like she has a mind of her own.”
“Yes, she does have a mind of her own, one that I can’t always control. Don’t you have a name for your cock? You appear to have the same problem controlling him.”
“Ooh, yes, I mean no, I do not have a specific name for my cock; it depends on my mood.”
She kissed me on the lips and repeatedly squeezed my fully installed cock before deciding to question me.
“So, what are you calling your cock right now?”
I responded instantaneously, “Lucky!”
We laughed and began doing some serious fucking. Her hot snatch massaged my dick perfectly, making me feel so appreciated for being inside her. I knew that her hungry kitty, Virginia, was longing for something I planned to give her very soon.
Our DISORDERLY CONDUCT was relentless from that point on, as we ravished each other’s vital statistics missionary style. I slid my cock inside Brandy up to the hilt, then I pulled most of it out and thrust back in until our pelvic mons smashed together. She moaned loudly and wrapped her legs around my butt.
I shouted, “Fuck,” and plunged into her again and again.
We both thrashed around the bed in an uncontrolled way. With each of my thrusts, the “oohs” and “aahs” got longer. However, I was only contributing half of the effort, as Brandy was responding to my push with her own upward pelvic movements. We got into a perfect rhythm and screwed each other faster and faster.
Our mental and physical partnership was merging into one as we progressed towards our shared goal of experiencing utter euphoria following the mind-blowing release of our findings. I was losing my mind, and I was well aware that I would have already shot my wad if I hadn’t just cum an hour ago. I felt Brandy’s wetness seeping down on my balls. While I studied her face for orgasmic clues, I saw her eyes roll back. Her body shook and rolled uncontrollably around, and she nearly bucked me off.
Then she screamed, “You’re hitting my G spot.” Oohhh! I’m cummm aaah.”
Brandy’s orgasm exploded, followed by the squirting of more love juice, which gave my boys a shower. I felt her pussy spasm; the involuntary contractions tightened and flexed around my cock. It felt as though she had used Virginia to give me a bear hug through my Lucky. It was another pleasurable addition to my growing investigative findings.
Throughout Brandy’s climax, I continued to fuck her with all the energy and passion I could muster. I screwed her relentlessly. My pounding prolonged the pleasurable vaginal contractions for both of us. Our bodies and minds enjoyed the most idyllic connection a male and female can have.
The look of pure bliss my deed gave her was so fantastic it’s difficult to explain. I was simultaneously bursting with pride and a near-orgasmic fervor. Nevertheless, I learned that I have the ability to satisfy one of the most drop-dead gorgeous young females around; what a giant self-esteem booster that is.
Brandy had calmed down somewhat but was still moaning incoherently as I continued to slip and slide away inside her. If I was going to collect all of her most sensitive information, I needed to poke all her hot spots from every angle. A change in entry positions was called for.
“Let’s do doggie.”
When I quickly pulled my cock out of her, I heard an audible squelch.
Owning a dreamy look, Brandy said, “Whatever, I am yours, Bob.”
I wanted to get back inside her love tunnel as fast as I could, but my lover was slow to move. She was willing, yet still drained after just coming off of her latest rush. Once she got up on all fours, I was treated to her spectacular ass, which flared out into a bootylicious display, along with a drenched pussy that was leaking out copious amounts of female ejaculation fluid. I couldn’t help but admire her fabulous buns as I fondled them and gave them each a couple of playful slaps.
Brandy went, “Yow, that hurts so good.”
So, I proceeded to land a couple more fun-loving smacks. She seemed to love it.
“Who’s in charge?”
She turned her head around and smiled back at me with a merry demeanor.
“You are in charge, professor.”
I pulled Brandy’s inviting butt cheeks further apart. Even her starfish looked sexy, and she had it winking at me in an X-rated way.
Virginia was gaping open and ready for action. Wasting no more time, I inserted my dick and thrust it all the way to the hilt with one long stroke. It was a swift invasion of her well-lubricated and still dribbling pussy; she gasped in surprise but not out of pain.
I was literally in the groove, and Brandy had mostly recovered from her missionary high. We were soon pounding each other from a new angle. This new position allowed me to reach around and play with her hard-pointed tits, among other things. When I extended my hand between her legs in front to play with her clit, she abruptly halted me.
“Please, it is still too sensitive right now.”
Instead, I leaned back up and watched the show; I have always loved witnessing my erection in explicit detail as it performed its function. Witnessing the action as I experienced the intense pleasure from banging lovely Brandy’s pussy was an absolute thrill.
Like a voyeur, I observed the erotic sight of my near-bursting erection, characterized by raised, dilated veins and an increasingly purplish color, as it met her swollen, dripping wet, and mostly deep red pussy. I watched closely as my erection effortlessly pushed aside her outer and inner lips and stretched her vaginal walls to accommodate my extra thickness; that is, until I was unable to push it in any further.
With equal debauchery, I looked on as my erection, gleaming from our mixed arousal fluids, swiftly reappeared. The inner lining of Brandy’s pussy was also visible, stretching outward and pulled along with my cock. Her clinging, wet natural sheath stubbornly relinquished every inch of my shaft as my cock withdrew between thrusts, providing clear evidence that her body never wants my cock to leave her honeypot.
As we continued to fuck, I noticed her giant boobs swaying with our movements. I leaned back over her back and once more tenderly caressed her lovely orbs, focusing on her pointed and extra firm nipples. I could tell she enjoyed having another one of her erogenous zones played with. She lifted her head, cooed, and shook her butt. It felt like her pussy got even tighter.
Trying once more, I moved my right hand over her smooth tummy and onto her clit. I wanted to lightly brush that little pink jewel; anything to add to her pleasure. However, after only a few passes over it, she grasped my hand, exhaled, and panted.
In a ragged voice, she said, “Ooooh, way too sensitive; let’s do cowgirl.”
I swiftly removed my hot poker from Brandy’s even hotter pussy and laid flat on my back, with my head resting on the pillow. In a flash, she was astride me. She took hold of my cock, which was touching my abdomen, tilted it straight up, installed the cockhead at her love tunnel’s entrance, and slid down to my balls in one motion. She smiled at me and bounced up and down on my prick. Her tits bounced big time in unison, and when a wave of pleasure was particularly overpowering, her chin rose and her head tilted back. What a titillating sight she displayed.
In this position, I watched as my prick penetrated my lover from the front. The vision was highly stimulating, but I didn’t require any additional stimulation. It wasn’t too long before I felt close to shooting my remaining projectiles into her pussy paradise. She also seemed to be close to losing it again herself.
The athletic Brandy lifted up slightly, and with my hands supporting her underneath, she spun herself around while my dick remained mostly impaled in her amazing snatch. The rotation added a new intense sensation to my hardened shaft and cockhead’s nerve endings. Then, without barely missing a beat, her pussy energetically bounced reverse cowgirl style over my highly rigid erection multiple times. What a lovely butt she owns, and her pussy seemed even tighter around my cock. The pressure in my loins was quickly building toward an epic eruption.
Still, I wanted to finish off in the missionary position, which is my favorite. I love the missionary position because it offers the most intimate fusion with your lover. So, without warning, I pulled Brandy off to my side and heard another squelch from her drenched kitty and a slight whimper from her upper lips for interrupting the pending orgasm she was experiencing. She felt like a rag doll in my hands.
I promptly positioned Brandy on her back, allowing her to open her legs to their fullest extent. She then proceeded to spread her pussy lips out even further with her fingers. I didn’t spend much time looking, but I did take a gander and saw a highly inflamed kitty. Her clitoris diamond was dark pink, puffy, and appeared to be on the verge of exploding. Her vajayjay was wide open, steamy, and trembling with arousal.
This hedonistic act of exposing herself to the fullest further demonstrated Brandy’s wanton craving for my hot cum. She urgently needed me to douse the five-alarm fire that her lady bits were experiencing. With my own irrepressible needs, I climbed on top of her. I didn’t just slide my cock inside; it felt like Virginia sucked my cock in like a vacuum cleaner; at least it seemed that way in our frenzied state.
We did involuntarily DISTURB THE PEACE, first with delirious cries from the wild and then by vocalizing superlatives of our related Pink Panthers pursuing pleasures. The escalating pleasure caused both of us to raise our voices, expel animalistic sounds, spew out incoherent words, and even make explicit remarks about our pleasure-seeking state of being.
I loudly exclaimed, “You are a fucking goddess; fuck me, oh gawd, ssshit.”
She cried out, “Fuck, you’re killing meee.”
Although it wasn’t true, I attributed it to her being enraptured with ecstasy; nevertheless, I hoped the neighbors didn’t hear that. We were already kissing between outbursts, but thereafter, I decided to keep her mouth occupied with my tongue. I synchronized my tongue and cock to move in and out simultaneously. While she entertained my tongue, she could only emit euphoric, garbled sounds into my mouth.
On the pillow, Brandy’s glimmering blonde hair had fallen around her head and looked like a halo. She is no saint, but she is my angel to worship. We were fucking with wild abandon. Our pelvic bones pounded together. I made excellent contact, sliding up against her clit with every fully implanted stroke. Our genitalia merged into a rhythmic symphony of give and take.
Only about a minute of our all-out lovemaking sent both of us over the edge. I felt the tattletale signs of an unparalleled ejaculation surging up my staunch dick. At that moment, I lurched forward, directing my tongue and cock as far inside Brandy as they could go. At the same time, she shook underneath me, and her pussy twitched convulsively around my cock. I felt globs of semen shoot out of my cock and into her love tunnel, filling her womb with my sperm. After my first couple of shots, I restarted my thrusts into her, but they soon declined in intensity to zero, along with my firepower.
Although my contractions had ceased, I continued to feel Brandy’s longer. I desired to cocoon my cock and tongue in her loving warmth for as long as possible. She wanted to remain intimately connected too, so we kept our positions. In a final joint press release, we almost simultaneously issued shared confessions of our contentment. Once I pulled my tongue out and lifted my head, I noticed she was sporting another dreamy smile, and I probably did too.
“Oh, my gawd, Bob, I felt Lucky erupt inside me, coating my inner walls; the sensation was incredibly warming.”
Looking at Brandy, I felt like I was on top of the world.
“I am changing Lucky’s name to Jackpot, because I’ve never felt more like a winner.”
Brandy looked pleased and gave me a whimsical slap on the ass. We both knew that we had fully shared ourselves and treated each other to the ultimate gratification. By then, our mentality had morphed into epic feelings of euphoria and transcendent states of nirvana. My shrinking dick finally slipped out of her simmering pussy, and I lifted myself off to lie down by her side. For the umpteenth time, I’ll use the word “satisfaction” to describe the sight of my pearly liquid leaking out of her most private place and onto the sheet.
She closed her legs and rolled on her side to face me. We traded superlatives on the experience, kissed affectionately, chatted, and cuddled. It wasn’t that late; it was only about 11 o’clock. Even so, in less than fifteen minutes, we were both snoozing away.
I slept like a rock until around 6 a.m. when I felt something, or more accurately, someone lightly tickling my balls. When I opened my eyes, I saw my beautiful naked lover. Brandy was more than ready for a replay! Lucky for me, after lots of cuddling and a long night’s sleep, it soon became evident that my six-shooter had been reloaded, or at least partially, with some fresh ammo.
“Good morning, Bob, I just finished freshening up in the bathroom; now I am going to clean up your whatchamacallit.”
I was thinking, “Little buddy,” but you never want to associate the word “little” with your manhood, at least not so she can hear it.
“Good morning, Brandy, yowser!”
Suddenly, I felt a warm, soapy washcloth wiping around my still-sleeping little buddy, a sensation that shocked me. The sensation woke my little buddy up in a hurry, and he quickly started to expand. Brandy is a fastidious cleaner. She held my glans between her forefinger and thumb, then stretched out my mostly limp dick to thoroughly clean it all the way around. She worked carefully on my balls, then through my pubic hair. By the time she got done, I had another nearly full boner.
Looking amused, she stated, “I need to check my work for cleanliness.”
With that, Brandy started licking my cock up and down, then took it into her mouth until she had consumed all of it. After a few more licks up and down my shaft with her soft tongue, it looked like I was back to having another super boner. Soon after, she let my hardened pink tool slip out of her mouth, and it bounced off her nose on its way up to touch my abdomen from the ninety degrees her mouth had worked on it. Expecting her to confirm that it had passed her inspection, she instead giggled from the nose-bop.
“My goodness, I’ve caused a problem here; let me take care of it for you.”
In a flash, she was straddling me and feeding my top sirloin into her hungry twat cowgirl style.
“This was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” I remarked.
“I’ll never confess.”
“Your actions were clearly premeditated.” I stated in a serious tone. “It is obvious that you are guilty of a first-degree sexual offense here. What are we going to do about it?”
But as my cock slid in and out of her, I couldn’t hold a straight face.
She snickered, “Well, you could call a cop and have me arrested, or I’ll let you screw me anyway you want.”
“Sweet babe, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven!”
Brandy felt so good on top of me, and we giggled. From then on, most of the details are blurry but reminiscent of what we enjoyed the night before. I do remember her loudly calling out my name as orgasms claimed both of us. We had satiated one another once again, and it wasn’t long until we fell back to sleep.
At eight o’clock, Brandy’s phone rang from out in the living room.
“Oh crap, I forgot my friend Bailey was coming over this morning with bagels. I’ll bet that she is currently waiting in the lobby for permission to enter. We girls like to talk about our dates and stuff. I’ll proudly introduce you to her.”
I was a mess; my hair was in disarray, I was unshaven, and I smelled like sex.
“No, no, I don’t want to meet her like this.”
“Oh, she’ll understand and probably laugh about meeting you this way.”
“No, please; I have to go.”
“Ok then, I’ll stall her; go out by way of the back staircase. Hello, hi Bailey.”
While Brandy talked to her best friend and claimed that the security system code wasn’t working right, I jumped into my pants, socks, and shoes. Then I threw on my shirt and left it unbuttoned. I grabbed my suit coat and headed for the door. I momentarily slowed down when I passed her to take another quick look at my naked beauty. She was standing there on the phone in all her glory, looking so lovely; I had to pinch myself to keep moving.
“Bye, Brandy, I’ll be in touch.”
By the time I reached her front door, she had already finished talking to Bailey, but she was still across the room. So, I blew her a kiss and ran out into the hallway.
I heard her yell, “Goodbye, sweetheart; I love you!”
As I hurried down the hallway, I felt more like a FUGITIVE than a cherished investigator. Near the back stairs an exquisite brunette with striking green eyes in her mid-twenties came face-to-face with me.
Indeed, I observed she was also carrying a bakery bag. She smiled at me with a bright, knowing expression, despite the fact that I looked like a homeless person. I was so embarrassed; her appearance instantly turned my cheeks red. I wondered if she had any idea who I was. I averted my gaze, hoping that she wouldn’t pay much attention to me, but inside I felt as though I had just been busted.
I cherished the most amazing night of my life, both on the way home and once I arrived there. Brandy is certainly the most mind-blowing woman I have ever made love to. As partners both in and out of the game, we solved life’s most important mystery. I wanted to tell the world that Brandy is a truly phenomenal partner and has definitely HIJACKED my mind’s musings. Wow, I need to take my vitamins and eat some Wheaties.
I wanted her to treasure the memory of our first coupling like I did. As promised, I sat down to pen this official report documenting all of the findings from our investigative research. I know that Brandy is just as thrilled with her discoveries as I am. My deep probing of her body of evidence produced a very satisfying outcome for both of us; I am still reveling in it.
I worked on this report from my point of view until early evening. When I got close to completing it, I came to the realization that our investigation concluded with unresolved issues and unanswered questions that need a response. I hearken back to the words of Lieutenant Columbo from the television series Columbo, who liked to say, “There’s just one more thing.”
Why did I call my Pink Panther hunting piece a six-shooter? — The first reason is obvious: it shoots. The second is that, when fully deployed, the unit I carry is fractionally over 6 inches long.
What was the Pink Panther’s fate? — Catch and release.
What does “extra thick” mean? — Perhaps you’re familiar with this comment: “Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?” Instead, ponder three stacked rolls of silver dollars. But, yes, I will always be very glad to see my gorgeous Brandy!
Was the board game finished? — No, but theorizing in the game, as in life, Professor Plum did it to Miss Scarlett, and Miss Scarlett did it to Professor Plum in the ball-room, together using Plum’s pistol, unloading it modus operandi.
Who won our adult game? — I think I did, and Brandy probably believes she did.
Was there a final reward? — Duh!
Was any crime really committed? — After an extremely gratifying investigation and assessment with Brandy, we can’t find any victims! Case closed.
Along with the report, I sent Brandy part two of the poem I had written for her earlier. Part one had warmed her heart when we first met, so I hoped part two would spark her even more.
“Dear Brandy,
Your eyes were expressing an inviting gleam; the message was real, not a dream.
Your flirts and playful touching confirmed my opine, that you had moved off the uncommitted sideline.
In our moment of rapidly accelerating bliss, I would have been remiss if I didn’t move in for a kiss!
As our two noses realigned, we felt soft lips lustily assigned.
While two roaming tongues eagerly entwined, four warm hands were wandering from behind.
The soft moans we emitted were certainly not whines, as arousing tingles ran up and down our backs and spines.
With an embrace that was less and less benign, the love between us grew larger than Liechtenstein.
We indulged in the most passionate laid-out recline, making us lovers who have crossed over the line.
Softness and hardness mingled perfectly inside your frontline, with pleasure distributed equally to my cock and your feline.
Our shared intimacy was more than a thumbs-up sign; it has bonded our emotions and put us both on cloud nine.
I am yours, and you’re mine. Sweet Brandy Valentine!”
My phone was ringing, so I picked up my cell and saw that it was Brandy calling, the woman who had moved into my mind, body, and soul. I was delighted!
“Hi, sweetheart.”
When she spoke, her voice sounded emotional.
“Oh Bob, I am at a loss for words; your poem and the official report you sent me are making me emotionally crazy, if that makes sense.”
“In a good way, I hope.”
Brandy went on. “Oh, my goodness. Your poem touched my heart, baby. Yes, yes, yes, here’s my inviting gleam in words; I am off the sideline and totally committed to you!”
“I love your enthusiasm.”
“Bob, if you only knew, you would probably run for the hills.”
“No way, babe,” with a laugh.
“Yes way,” she argued.
I sensed more than a hint of teasing from Brandy.
“We need to get one thing straightened out, Bob; I won our adult game of Clue.”
“Yeah, right. How did you come to that imaginary conclusion?”
I felt the bantering was her way of fondly bringing to mind our awesome night of debauchery.
“It’s simple. How many times did you get off last night?” She asked matter-of-factly, then remarked, “Three, right?”
“Yes,” but I knew where this was going, so I added kiddingly. “Mine were more powerful than yours.”
She laughed and continued, “Bob, you’re full of it; they couldn’t have been better than mine, and I had five. I won five to three, so there.”
“If that’s how you’re figuring it, I think maybe you got me this time.”
Allowing her to claim victory was a win-win situation for me. However, I privately felt that my boys had won the Super Bowl of games with their best score ever.
“Yep, and Bob, you know I am right.”
Brandy seemed proud to tell me the score; what a sex pot she is! I read between the lines and interpreted her mention of our action-packed night as the ultimate indirect compliment a man could ever receive from his lover. At least that appeared to be her agenda. She aroused me anew, as she had done countless times before.
“Say, Bob, honestly, I didn’t believe that you would write up a report on what happened last night. Initially, I was tickled by it; it made me laugh the way you twisted the law terms and came up with those quotes from vintage detective shows. Then, as I read about our ever-escalating investigation of each other and reminisced about what we actually did, I began to feel excited and horny. That’s why you wrote it. You wanted to get me all hot and bothered again.”
“I’ll take the fifth on that one.”
Brandy giggled. But then she got serious and went on to make me understand that my report and all the compliments I gave out had touched her deeply. If it wasn’t love coming out of her mouth, it certainly felt like it. There was also lots of emotion in her voice.
I interjected a comment to ease her tension.
“Well, Miss Scarlett, it seems like you have your man and I have my woman. Now that we have arrested each other, I look forward, as inmates, to serving lots of hard time with you.”
That line snapped Brandy right out of her gooey talk.
“Professor, Miss Scarlett wants to arrest you again soon.”
That was music to my ears.
“I would love to get together, sweetheart; when can I ask you out again?”
Her quick response was, “How about tomorrow night?”
I was thrilled that she wanted to see me again so soon. At once, I reached for another bowl of Wheaties. Then, I was considering purchasing an additional box because as her boyfriend, I knew that I was really going to need the Breakfast of Champions.
“I would love to see you tomorrow. Would you like to go to a movie or out to a ball game?”
Acting bawdy, she said, “Naughty boy, you know I love ball games, but actually I was thinking of making you dinner. Then, we’ll think of something to do at my place.”
Bobby Junior was already beginning to show signs of growth. Save your energy, I thought; you’re going to need it. I just couldn’t control myself after listening to Brandy and visualizing her loveliness in my mind. Her high-pitched feminine voice, which is both sweet and incredibly sexy, didn’t help either.
“Sounds like fun; are you a good cook too?”
She picked up on the word “too” and cheerfully inquired, “Too? What do you mean by ‘too’?”
“Because the Lord knows you’re extremely good at nearly everything else.”
“Come on, Bob, you’re going to make me blush! You know what?”
“What, sweet babe?”
“I don’t think Miss Scarlett is ever going to let you escape her custody.”
My immediate thought was to forget about buying one box of Wheaties; I need to buy a whole case.
“Brandy, that is sweet destiny.”
I could tell she liked my reply, but then she changed the subject.
“You like to watch old movies and detective show reruns on TV, don’t you? The way you added them to your report was funny; I’m curious enough to check one out myself.”
“Sometimes, which one are you going to watch?”
“Well, I’ve seen Columbo reruns, and several years ago I watched the first Pink Panther movie with my dad, but I’ve never seen Dragnet. When was that on TV?
“Way back in the fifties and into the seventies. It is mostly in black and white, but it is a good detective show; it was very popular in its day.”
“Ok. As for the Pink Panther movie, I get it, mister double entendre. You’re lucky that I had watched the film, because otherwise I may have misunderstood why you were calling my sweet, innocent Virginia a panther.” I heard her chuckling.
I laughed, “Virginia is sweet. But innocent? You have to be kidding me!”
Brandy snickered back, and I could tell that she knew I was right.
“What are you calling your whatchamacallit tonight?”
I was intrigued by what her response would be.
“Lonely,” Brandy snorted into the phone, and that caused both of us to laugh.
“It sounds like he needs some special attention; I have just the right remedy for him.”
Another sly innuendo: Brandy was driving me wild; I needed to change the subject. Plus, I was still curious about her girlfriend.
“By the way, did your friend say anything about thinking she might have seen me?”
Brandy shared, “She certainly did, and she knew it was you too. I understand that Bailey had followed another tenant into the building and was well on her way up to my apartment by the time you left.”
“I see. Oh no, I must have looked like a bum to her and guilty of something.”
“Bailey told me you looked uneasy but also adorable in your ruffled condition. Bailey is very open-minded, and she doesn’t judge what other people do, especially when it comes to sex. She has had her share of boyfriends. You know that we girls discuss our relationships, and I shared a lot with her about the wonderful time we had last night.”
“Really.”
“Yes, and Bailey is thrilled that I have met someone like you. I anticipate that she will tease you about what she saw in the hallway the day she meets you; understand that is her way of breaking the ice and expressing her affection.”
“Ok. Does Bailey have a boyfriend?”
“Not since a couple of months ago.” She went on to tell me more. “Bailey is not only my best friend but also my first cousin; she is also my mentor at the law firm that her dad is a part owner of.”
“Oh gee, I want her to like me.”
Brandy stated, “There’s nothing to ‘oh gee’ about; Bailey is several years younger than me but much closer to obtaining her law degree, that’s all. I wish that I had gone to college right out of high school. like she did. I hope to continue working with her until I can become a prosecutor someday.”
“You’re an ambitious woman, and I highly admire that.”
“Thanks, sweetie! Hey, would you mind if I showed Bailey the official investigative report you wrote? I know she would get a big kick out of it. She would love the way you used those legal terms. We share everything.”
I hesitated, since the report is extremely graphic.
“I wouldn’t be showing it to anyone else but Brandy.”
“You’re not embarrassed about sharing that?”
She responded, “No, silly man, I have already told her almost everything we did in explicit detail, so now she will be able to read about last night from your perspective. I know that she loves to read erotic stories, so there is no shocking her.”
“Well, if you’re both comfortable with it, I want her to think well of me.”
Brandy was delighted and said, “Bailey will think more of you if anything. In fact, I know that she is really going to like you.”
It was clear that Brandy and Bailey have fewer sexual hang-ups than I do. In fact, after reading Brandy’s super-hot erotic stories, I knew that she could probably teach me a few things. What a lady, what a sexy woman she is!
“I hope she still likes me with my hair combed and my shirt buttoned up.” We laugh!
Brandy declared, “Bob, I want you to know this before I let you go tonight. Your MENu offering is truly the best that I have ever encountered. That tip-top sirloin of yours is the finest I have ever tasted; it’s so succulent that it literally melted in my mouth. Additionally, the unrivaled extra-thick portion you serve satisfies my cravings better than any other I’ve ever had. I look forward to ordering what you offer again and again.”
Wow, Brandy is really getting proficient at playing with words, being naughty, and using them to convey her devotion to me. I felt extremely ecstatic and hot, hot, hot; I was probably blushing as well.
“You’re a phenomenal lover, my dear; you know I gotta love it! Good night, honey buns.”
Brandy went, “Goodbye Bob mwah, mwah, mwah. By the way, I have a present for you to unwrap tomorrow night; You can see a picture of the package in your e-mail box. Come over at 5 o’clock. I can’t wait!”
“Sounds fantastic, I’ll check that out. Bye, Brandy, sweet dreams!”
Upon checking out my e-mail, I found a super seductive picture of Brandy wearing only a skimpy dark pink bra and tiny animal print undies with a defined camel toe. The design on the thong or panties was hard to discern, possibly that of a leopard or cheetah. Given the hot pink color of her bra, the animal print motif was likely a reference to her beloved Pink Panther. I stared and goggled at Brandy’s: needy camel toe, silky blonde hair, endlessly titillating cleavage, noticeable nipples, long toned legs, and glowing soft skin. Oh my!
IN TRUTH, I COULD HARDLY WAIT FOR THE NEXT NIGHT TO CUM.
The End.
***I sincerely hope you enjoyed this last part of my story, and I welcome your likes and comments.
