Back to Dana's home

It's cold as hell out of the car as you trek alongside Dana. She still has her malicious smile as she guides you through alleys and back yards. You finally arrive at her front door where she picks the lock with a hairpin.

Dana heads straight for the kitchen and grabs two sodas from the fridge. She gives you one and smiles. "Welcome home, babe. Make yourself at home."

She flops on the couch and sips her drink.

"Um, where's your room?" You ask. "So I can get dressed."

Dana stares at you. "Who said you can get dressed? You're my guest. It's impolite to let your host be naked alone."

"You're not getting dressed?" You ask.

"It's Friday," she says. "If I want to spend the weekend nude, I will. If I want my guest and boyfriend to be nude, he will."

She grabs you and pulls you on top of her. "If I want you to stay inside me until Monday morning, you will."

She kisses you and begins to stroke your cock. You're still sore from the car ride, but your protests are weak from the pleasure.

Dana forces you back and begins to ride you. "Ya' know, I had a lot of fun with you today. Whaddya say we keep it up?"

"For the weekend?" You ask.

"The weekend, the month, all year," she says. "Until we get bored of each other."

"I'm not sure that could ever happen," you say.

Dana leans down to your ear. "Then don't ever let me go."

You kiss and continue to fuck on the couch as visions of the future dance through your heads.