No, fuck that, I'm not wearing flowers.

"So is there a particular reason you're fine with your Husband getting mauled?" Carla asked Kaila, who had seemed to be concentrating on driving.

"Because I owe her several," Kaila's voice was audible but I really wasn't paying that much attention as I was still being savaged by Helen, whose hands seemed to be everywhere. There! Getting a seat belt on while being made out with was surprisingly harder than I would expect, but somehow I managed. Helen looked good though, and I realized that she was wearing my lion t-shirt. She was wearing my clothes, and somehow that made her even sexier as she pushed her body against mine, her fingers running over me.

"Hey, I thought you weren't..." My response was cut off by another kiss as the conversation in the van continued. I caught only a few words as Helen's lips continued to work at my lips, my neck, and my ear. I would catch a breath, and suddenly she would be on me again.

"Ok, have to ask, what the HELL got into her?" Carla inquired after another couple of moments of quiet conversation that was a dull roar in the back of my mind.

"Haven't you ever seen a girl with her first crush?" Charlotte laughed. "When Kay told her the Vegas story she almost wanted to kill you two."

"So... how... Mmmph... did you..." It was extremely hard to speak as Helen continued her activity.

"Seriously Brent, we've got only a couple hours left till we get home... I don't want to talk right now." Helen grumbled against my throat before her teeth bit in and her lips applied a slightly painful suction.

"They are going to laaaaaaaugh at him when he gets back to the office tomorrow," Carla quipped, bringing a general chorus of groans and snickers throughout the interior of the van.

"So... I am seeing you two again," I suggested readily after I felt Helen's broad lips release themselves from my neck.

"Yup!" She replied happily, before leaning back from me and propping her feet into my lap, narrowly avoiding my now straining erection. "But you suck at handling scheduling, because you tend to forget things, so... we're going to be handling that from here on out."

"And Ah Still wahnt to have you in ah bed some tahm..." Charlotte threw back with her faux accent on full display. "But you know, when it's a safe tahm. Much as ah lahk you, Ah thank will be just fahn with one pregnancy scare in ouah apahtment."

"Yeah, about that..." Helen spoke up. "I... already thought about this a long time... a long time ago. And I'm keeping it... if it happens, so... you can be part of it or not, I'm fine with whichever you choose. I'm not... I'm not going to **** you to be a dad if you don't want to be, but I really... really want you to be, Brent."

I looked at Helen and saw the hopeful expression in her eyes.

"I... mean, it might not happen, it's not guaranteed that I'm pregnant, but... Charlotte and I sat down with the calendar and she crunched the numbers last night. Odds are I kinda shit on my Lesbian Gold Star." She rolled her eyes theatrically.

"We totallah should have a partah for tha occasion down at tha bar. Eitha we get him inducted into tha sacred order of males who don't brag, or we have to kill him, you realize." Charlotte giggled.