Unfortunately, yes.

The Van started after a heartstopping long series of sounds. All I wanted to do was crawl back to that lowered seat and finish making love to the beautiful woman who my body was still very aware of. When the engine finally caught, I sighed with frustration.

"Ok." I glanced back at Charlotte. "We did it."

"Ok! Great! Now get the damn HEATER ON!" Charlotte laughed up at me, still curled in the blankets with a look of pure lust on her face. It had lessened somewhat from that critical moment, but now, it seemed almost like she was trying to size up how she was going to eat me.

"So, I guess we're not getting milk and bread" I quipped, turning on the heater full blast. We would still need gas soon, but I wasn't going to head back to that gas station. For a moment, I wondered if Mike was still locked in the bathroom.

"Sure, You're just going to walk in there nude and say, 'hey, a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread miss. Why yes that is woman all over my cock, and why don't you suck it and prove it's Charlotte?"

"Oh, you're not going to let that go, are you?" I groaned.

"No way, stud. Because I still want that cock inside me at some point. Just not in the back seat of a van, ok?" She giggled a little, "But I mean... ok, it was really romantic, and man I wanted to finish that."

"So, why did you tell me to stop?" I asked her, cracking the window to clear a little of the condensation out. "Crap, you didn't save any of those paper towels, did you?"

The front window had become considerably fogged due to our exertions.

"Just the Blanket. But I suddenly have a thought." Charlotte rose from the seat, allowing the blanket to fall around her like some goddess emerging from the sea.

She slid into the passenger seat smoothly, and handed me the blanket. Her nude form shivered slightly, and I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were still erect, and her body still flushed from the last orgasm I had wrung from her soaked pussy. I was just amazed how much talent this woman had in her entire sexual being.

"Use the blanket, I have a great idea to get even with them. I already got even with you."

"That's what that was about?" I asked, incredulously.

"Oh come on, you didn't really think I was going to fuck that guy. I mean, kinda cute, but he really needs to work on his Dom dirty talk if he wants to do the Cuck fantasy. And I am a little pissed that he called me a whore and got my pot wet."

"Wait, what?" I asked, wiping at the front and side windows. Almost clear enough. Only a couple miles to the cabin, and then home.

"I want a little payback. So you and I walk in nude."

"Oh that's just..." I smiled.

"Yeah," Charlotte grinned. "No texts, not warning, no sneaky little defensive coordinator in your ear."

"Again?" I groaned, shifting the car into drive.

"Yes. I am not going to let this go. Ever. The first time I feel you cream my insides, I'm going to remind you that would never have had me if my girlfriend hadn't suggested it."

"So you do want to..." My mind flashed to that brief moment when I was inside her and how good it had felt. All I had wanted to do was lose myself in her embrace.

"Well, YEAH, it's the best part of fucking a guy!" She laughed, that musical tone that I had never heard her express when doing her fake accent. "But doing it Today... and especially after everything that's happened..."

"Just not a good idea?" I nodded.

"Exactly!" She nodded emphatically. "Wow, I thought you'd NEVER get it. Thank you."

I knew exactly what she meant. After dealing with somebody going behind her back, confronting them, exacting **** and having, well, what exactly was it?

Well, yeah, it was no wonder that Charlotte wanted to take it a little slower.

The steep turn came into view, and I pulled the van into the driveway, again angling for the familiar parking space.

"So, Are we pulling on wet clothes and feeling like shit... Or are we doing this?" Charlotte winked.

I shut off the engine and for a moment contemplated pulling on my clothes. I looked at the cabin, and noticing that there was a column of smoke rising from the chimney, made my decision.

"Yeah, I'll go with this." I smiled at the thought, and it sent a lovely throb of blood to my cock. Holy Shit, was I getting hard AGAIN?

"Down boy." Charlotte laughed, her eyes following mine to my crotch. "You'll get fed. Maybe you'll put that cream where it's supposed to go. You know, like in your WIFE." Her eyebrows lifted again, in a challenging gesture.

"Or maybe down Helen's throat?" I remarked, my mind on the promised taste test.

"I'd be fine with that too." Charlotte laughed. "But seriously, fucking those two with Ace tonight is just... hell, I practically ran four miles, and then got a wonderful appetizer... well, ok, you are getting another round at some point."

"Ace?" I asked.

"Oh, you'd like him. He's about your size downstairs, has these great ridges, and doesn't have to make bets with women to get them both to do him at once." She laughed. "That's the name of Helen's strap-on."

"Oh, so now I get to do the, what does your girlfriend call them, 'manly grunting chores'?"

"Well, considerin' how well y'all are ahquayntahdt, She maght as weyall be yoah girlfri..." Charlotte stopped in mid sentence with a laugh. "You know what, fuck this. You've got a bet to win."

She yanked the door handle, and kicked the Van door open with her bare foot. She hopped into the mud of the driveway, and closed the door after her. Taking the cue, I grabbed what I needed with a moment of fumbling. Keys, wallet, cellphone, and wrap them in the Hawaiian shirt. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but I heard Charlotte tromping onto the porch. With a final slam of the car door, I looked up and saw her waiting for me, thoughtfully holding the screen door open as I did my damnedest to dodge the heavy downpour.