Returning to Sarah’s house

David was looking forward to returning to Sarah’s house, at least should would take Destiny “off his plate” for a while and things would be sorta normal with the exception of Sarah’s “deliveries”. Still a massive improvement, though.

The moment Sarah let David in, she immediately removed David’s pants as though she were helping him remove his coat.

“So?! How was your day?”

“Uh, I don’t want to talk about it,” David answered.

“That’s great, because I was asking Destiny” Sarah snidely replied, “David displayed your pictures, didn’t he?”

“Geez, why is she so obsessed with my dick? Why is EVERYONE so obsessed with my dick? What world have I fallen into now?”

“He did!” Destiny said answering Sarah’s question, “and he introduced me to one of his coworkers!”

“Well, aren’t YOU miss popular?”

“I don’t think David likes talking about it, though. I think he’s jealous.”

“Oh! Making THAT kind of friend?”

“We just flirted a little bit. No big deal. We’re going on a double date sometime this week.”

“We haven’t discussed this yet,” David entered the conversation.

“Do we need to put this to another vote?” Destiny replied, “and don’t be so jealous. He’s got a girlfriend. I’ve got YOU. You’ve got nothing to worry about! I’m yours.”

“It’s just weird,” David fumed, “how is any of this happening? How is he seeing my dick as a beautiful woman? And back to the age old question? How and why does my dick talk and flirt with the people I work with?!”

“Oh! I forgot to mention!” Sarah announced as both of them ignored David’s sad venting, “I called your soon to be in-laws and told them about how you and David are engaged!”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“I figured David, being Mister Secrets wouldn’t have told them and I was right, they want the three of us to go over there for dinner sometime this week to celebrate.”

“No!” David yelled, “absolutely not! No! I AM NOT going over to my parents to celebrate getting married to MY PENIS! I DO NOT want them having front row seats to it being in my mouth!”

“David...” Destiny moaned with a tone that said “you just don’t get it, do you?”

David understood that tone and his anger fell into pleading despair, “why are you going to be there?!” He asked Sarah.

“They wanted to thank me for telling them, also to meet the maid of honor.”

“David...” Destiny began, “we’re getting married. At some point, hopefully soon, you’ll stop thinking of me as ‘just your dick’ and starting thinking of me as the one you’ll spend the rest of your life with.” She said as she climbed up into his mouth like she had so many times before. Except, this time, once she was in, David’s eyelids closed on their own. He then felt his hands moving without his directive and wrap affectionately around Destiny before affectionately stroking her.

When she made her deposit and withdrew, David stared at Destiny in pure terror.

“What was that, Destiny? Was that you?”

—

Much to David’s dismay, Destiny spent the rest of the night focused on David instead of with Sarah.

“Destiny,” David said trying to spit out what he could, “wouldn’t you rather be doing stuff with Sarah? You two have fun with each other.”

“David...it wouldn’t feel right to mingle with Sarah while you’re awake. We both agreed to only fool around after you’re asleep.”

“...of course” David cursed.