You prepare for the evening

With your mastrubation mishap now cleaned up you make your way to the kitchen again and throw the paper towels in the trash can.

From experience you know that the first treatment for a new patient is always the most awkward and shameful one. You are determined to make this new experience as nice as possible for Brielle. But with one quick glance you can see the house hasn’t been cleaned for a while and the fridge is mostly empty.

You open one of the kitchen drawers and fish out a notepad and pen down a quick to do list for today.

1. Grocery shopping so you can cook a nice meal for Brielle.
2. Clean up around the house to make it look presentable.
3. Fill up the sperm cup for Brielle.

“That should be all for today” you mutter to yourself.

You grab your car keys from the counter and make through the hall and out of the front door. Once outside you notice it’s actually nice weather today with the sun shining bright, rare for this time of the year. Getting into the car you shift it into gear and make your way off the driveway and onto the street.

The drive to the grocery store takes a while and halfway throughout the journey your mind starts to wander. You have to stop for a red light and slowly the pictures of Brielle start to fill your mind again but it doesn’t stay at those pictures.

You and Brielle had tried dating, sadly it didn’t work out and you had to repress your erotic feelings for her to save your friendship. It was difficult at first but after time passed it got easier and easier. And now this happened, you can feel all those emotions you kept locked up slowly starting to seep to the surface once again.

One memory in particular comes to mind, one you are not very proud of but still cherish dearly.

It was the first year of university and Brielle and you were still new and trying to find friends and social groups to hang out with. Of course Brielle had signed up for the track team and it was at her first meet. She had asked if you could come watch and support her. So there you were, standing at the finish line waiting for Brielle to come around the last bend of the track. You saw here coming around the bend, hot on the heels of another girl. You cheered as hard as you could and in the last couple of yards she managed to overtake the other girl and finish first.

After she crossed the finish line she started to search the audience for you and once she found you she came running up to you all sweaty from the race and gave you a big hug.

“Thanks for coming to support me Vincent” She said as she hugged you tighter.

You could feel her breasts mashed against your chest as you hugged her back.

The loud noise of another driver honking their horn at you awakens you from your daydream as you notice the traffic light had turned green.