The more things change

I wouldn't say I'm amazing at eating pussy. My experience is just Krys, and she never really complained. Now she does. It's all "to the left," "up a bit," do it faster." Yet, she seems to orgasm just as quickly. Within about seven minutes, (yes, I count, makes it easier to pace the licks) she's throbbing and shaking just like I know her to. She grabs my hair with her right hand and squeezes my cheeks between her thighs.

"Oh, oh, oh God, Oh GOD!!!" She shouts loud enough I'm worried someone might hear. "Oh my God Devin. Oh great Christ. Ahhh, mmmm." Her moans die out as she start twitching a bit. "Thank you Devin."

I get up for air and step back. I start fiddling with my belt when she interrupts.

"Um, what are you doing?" She asks. She's now sitting up on the car rather than laying back.

"I'm getting ready for you to, you know," I say. "Return the favor." I use her words but there's a good chance she might have ever said them in this timeline.

"No," She says.

"What do you mean 'no?'" I ask. "Fair is fair." She just chuckles.

"'Fair' is you even getting to date me. You should be happy I even "let* you eat my glorious pussy."

"Uhhh,"I stutter, dumbfounded. "Come on, you know you wouldn't be bother with me if you didn't actually like me." I say.

"Devin, I love you." She puts both palms over her heart before dropping them on her next line. "Just not enough to go one-for-one between my model pussy, and your gross dick."

She cringes as she says 'gross dick.' She pulls her pants up and goes to sit back down in the passenger seat. I clearly cannot contain my disappointment as my face wears a noticeable frown.

"Come on," She says. She pats the driver side seat next to her. "Maybe next time Devin." I realize I'm going to have to think fast here or it's never happening.

"You say that all the time," I guess. I know Krys, and I know her promises. "How about a quick one now and I won't bring it up anymore." I know I won't need to once she gets another dose. She lets out another little chuckle.

"How about you shut up about it and I let you continue this cushy caddie job I pulled strings to get you to?" She says. This one is easy. There is no way this version of Krys would do that without some benefit to her.

"Are you just going to keep bringing that up every time? Because we both know you'd rather these little 'dates' are better out in the nice sun than in a stuffy maintenance closet you have to explain to your father and everyone else why you're in." I cross my arms. "Or maybe you just want needs to stop all together?"

"Are you threatening to break up with me if I don't give you a blowjob?" She says, clearly hurt. I'm taking aback because I never intended that.

"No, of course not." I drop my arms. "I'm just saying that if I wasn't at this job I would have another but you would still be diddling yourself up and down the course." I make a pendulum motion with my finger to gesture what I mean. "I don't mind eating you out. You're right, it's divine. But I want a little more from this dynamic Krys; I want a little bit more of you." I hold out my arms in an inviting gesture. Her frown turns into a pout as she crosses her own arms.

"If you stop calling me Krys and never make another fight about this again, I'll trade you two-for-one." I know full well she'll "forget" about this deal the second it comes up and I won't be able to say shit or I'll have broken my half, but again, I'm not playing fair either.

"Deal, but I want the first one now," I say. She pulls her legs up onto the seat of the golf cart and then starts to kneel on it.

"Fine, but you better cum quick," She says as you approach the cart.

"No promises." I say.