A Quick Blowjob Will Get Me What I Need.

You copy his stance and meet his stern gaze.

"I will suck your dick."

"Okay!"

He's already working the zipper on his pants. Wow. That was easy. If you had full sex with him you could probably get his car. Maybe once you're back to normal you'll look him up. His dick pokes out through the slot in his boxers. Even half-erect it's a pretty good size, definitely bigger than some of your ex-boyfriends. He's no match for you but you figure it's best not to mention that. You get onto your knees and start warming him up in your hand, feeling him grow and stiffen as you do.

"And you have to swallow!" he suddenly adds.

You roll your eyes and scoff, "Whatever!"

Now that he's as large and in charge as he's going to get you take a deep breath and get to work. You need him to actually be willing to talk after this so you try to do a good job. First you get him wet and lubricated, more for your own sake than his. You run your tongue around the head of his dick, making him jump a little. It's kind of cute honestly. Next you start licking along his shaft until you think he'll slide in easily. You take most of his full length all at once. He moans and starts to grab at your head but thinks better of it and keeps his hands to his sides. Smart move. As you start to get into a rhythm you feel your arousal growing. It's not like the violent horniness that has haunted you all day but a more normal feeling. Maybe once he finishes you'll **** him down and ride his dick a couple of times until he's bone dry and...ok, maybe this is still part of the weirdness going on today. Or maybe you're just horny? Fuck, it's hard to tell right now and you have a job to do. He starts to pant and you pick up the pace, humming encouragement to him. Like a virgin, his eyes nearly pop out of his head and he shakes like a leaf when he starts to spurt into your mouth. It actually tastes okay, you've definitely had worse. He pants and smiles like he's just won a marathon. You stand and lean against the car, legs crossed in a way that you hope will hide your damn erection. It isn't as bad as before but the last thing you need is to freak him out right now.

"Spill it, Brian."

He holds up his hands and says, "I'm a man of my word. So, after the whole cowgirl thing you started going on about how late it was. You put your shirt back on, everyone was very sad, and you left."

You start to get angry. THIS is what you just blew a guy for?! But he sees the fury in your eyes and grinding teeth and holds up his hands again before continuing.

"You were obviously pretty fucking drunk. So I stepped into the porch and kept an eye on you, just in case. You started heading into the woods but then you sort of freaked out and started running down the street instead. Will that suffice, m'lady?"

Ignoring his weirdness there was still something weird in what he said. You've travelled those woods, by dark and drunk even, loads of times. And the route home via the streets would be almost three times as long, not to mention someone might see you going for a drunken jog at two in the morning and call the cops or worse, your parents. Drunk you avoided the woods for a reason. It's time to find out what that reason was. You say goodbye to Brian who tries to hug you but quickly gets the message and settles for a handshake. He's not so bad really, just very, very socially awkward. He calls a friend to pick him up while you drive home. It's time to investigate.