Weekend #3

The 3rd weekend in this new plan of Brooke and Dean’s and she has only fucked one guy so far. Obviously this isn’t what Dean envisioned when he meant slowing the pace down. Brooke has been such a good girlfriend to Dean lately.

Dean drove home after an exhausting day at work, he was mentally drained. Brooke of course welcomed him home, she was happy as she always seemed nowadays.

Dean plopped himself on the couch, Brooke knew it was a rough day at work. “You okay?” Brooke asked. “Long day, I just want to relax,” Dean said as he threw his head back and slumped on the couch. “Aw poor baby, let me help you with that.” Brooke said.

Dean felt Brooke start undoing his belt, he knew where this was going, his mood quickly lightened up. Dean was hard before Brooke got his cock out of the fly in his pants. She immediately went to work, sucking his cock. Dean’s stress from the day instantly went away.

That was until the doorbell rang, this wasn’t apart of Dean’s plan yet. Brooke stopped sucking Dean’s dick, “I’ll get it,” She said as she wiped the spit from her mouth. Dean didn’t know who was at the door, did Brooke know? That would be against the rules if she invited someone. Dean managed to put his hard cock back in his pants, he sat up and watched Brooke open the door.

Brooke opened the door but only slightly so Dean was hidden behind the door and also he couldn’t see who was there.

“Oh it’s you…” Brooke said, she didn’t sound very happy at whoever was at the door. “What are you doing here?” She sounded annoyed.

“Aren’t you happy that I’m here?” It was a man’s voice, it sounded familiar to Dean but he wasn’t sure. Dean intently listened in. Brooke continued to hold the door so only she was visible, she didn’t answer the guys question.

“It’s just that you didn’t order any pizza in the last two weeks…” the man said. Dean knew exactly who it was, it was the pizza guy from two weeks ago!

“Look, I’m sorry but that was just a one time thing, you just can’t come to my house uninvited.” Brooke was trying to let him down easy in a way. “But I wanted to see you again, I’ve been thinking about you a lot and I don’t even know your name!” The pizza guy said. “Listen, you had fun, it was a good time for you and now it’s over, you just have to be happy with what you got.” Brooke said.

“Can we please just talk? I want to get to know you, you can get to know me better and…” The pizza guy was saying before Brooke cut him off, “We’re talking right now, but I’m busy I have to go…” Brooke was now trying make him go away. He wasn’t accepting no for an answer, can’t blame the guy for trying, Brooke is a total smoke show.

“Can we please just talk inside and hang out for a bit, I did bring pizza…” the guy said. Brooke was now getting fed up with him, “Dude, I said no, please just go away, I can’t believe you came to my house, that’s a stalker move, you’re lucky I’m not calling the police!” Brooke was letting him have it, she was getting mean now.

Dean got the bright idea to intervene, “Hey Brooke, who is at the door?” Brooke gave Dean a **** stare, took her hand off the door and waved at Dean as if to go away.

“Who’s that?” Dean could hear the pizza man say. With Brooke’s hand off the door the Pizza Guy shoved the door open to see Dean. He was clearly confused at who Dean was, “Who are you?” He said.

Dean was about to answer him but Brooke cut him off, “That’s my brother.” Dean was clearly confused, he looked at Brooke and then the pizza guy, Dean saw that he stepped inside when he pushed the door open. Dean and Brooke knew exactly what that meant.

“Oh okay, I was worried you had a boyfriend or something…” the guy said, oh the irony of the situation. “So your name is Brooke, that’s a lovely name.”

“Thank you!” Brooke’s attitude did a complete 180, she was just being mean to the guy and now that he stepped into the house she knew what she hand to do. Brooke closed the door behind the pizza guy, “Dean, this is…” Brooke paused because she didn’t actually know the man’s name. Luckily he filled in the blank. “My name’s Chris.” Dean awkwardly waved.

Brooke grabbed Chris by his hand, “Lets go talk somewhere more private, okay?” Brooke lead Chris up the stairs, Dean watched as they turned down the hall to his bedroom. Dean noticed that he left the pizza he was holding, he took it and went to Brooke’s home office.

Dean sat down and propped his phone on the desk to watch the event unfold in his own bedroom. In one hand a slice of pizza, in the other his cock.