In the Zone Pt. 04

Sam took another sip of the green tea he'd ordered, trying to look nonchalant. But still, he had the feeling that everyone around them was staring at them... giggling at the dumbass who was planning to allow his girlfriend to date another man.

Monica's hand rested on his thigh and squeezed gently, her meaning as clear as if she had whispered it into his ear. Relax. It's going to be ok. Sam wished it was that easy. Some part of him just refused to let his guard down around Gus Pfeiffer.

The older man sat across the table with an oversized cup of black coffee steaming in front of him. Gus had made a show of discussing the roasts available that day with the barista behind the counter, holding up the line, but his scrutiny had apparently paid off. He took slow, noisy sips of the scalding brew with obvious satisfaction. The venue had been Gus's suggestion; a coffee shop so upscale that Sam and Monica had never even heard of it, let alone visited. The amount they had charged for a black coffee and two teas had been eye-popping. Gus had covered the bill himself, a generous offer that still managed to set Sam's teeth on edge for some reason.

"Ok, then, to business," said Gus after one last sip of his massive cup. "I understand that you two are interested in an... arrangement."

Sam's arm, which was lying possessively over his girlfriend's shoulders, tightened for a moment, and suddenly he had the strong urge to tell Gus that he had no idea what he was even talking about and drop this whole thing. But Sam held his tongue. He and Monica had talked this to death over the past few days. Sam knew that his girlfriend would back him up if he got cold feet, but she had convinced him that this was the right choice for their relationship. It was just hard to remember that when looking at the Ogre's smug face.

Monica spoke for them both while giving Sam's leg another reassuring squeeze. "That's right. We want you to take me on some additional dates. Just like you did the first time."

Sam jumped in before Gus could respond, eager to prevent any misunderstandings. "These dates would be purely platonic," he said sharply, probably a little louder than he needed to. He cleared his throat, shifted in his seat, then added in a lower tone, "We wouldn't want you to think that Monica is interested in pursuing you romantically. That's not what this is about."

Gus calmly regarded the young couple across the table, then took another deep sip of coffee. Sam didn't know how the professor was able to handle it. His tea was still too hot to drink. Finally, Gus said mildly to Monica, "So... you want a man from outside the relationship to take you on dates. I'm assuming that you're counting on these dates being just as expensive and luxurious as the first. And on top of that, you want to make it clear that these dates will never go anywhere, either physically or romantically."

Sam bristled. "Of course not! What would you think that...?"

Gus held up a hand. "No, no, don't get me wrong. I understand why you wouldn't want another man expecting things like that from your girlfriend. I get it. I really do. I'm just trying to lay out for you how unreasonable this is from my end. I'm the one spending time and money on a woman who has absolutely zero intention of ever paying back that investment."

That put a frown on Sam's face and made the angry words die on his lips. To him, it had been obvious that Gus would want to go on dates with Monica. He hadn't even considered that it might be a bad deal from the Professor's perspective. Monica spoke for them again. "If that's how you feel, then we can just all walk away and forget this conversation ever happened," she said serenely. "But it's non-negotiable. We don't want you to misunderstand. These dates aren't about you and me. They're about something private between me and my boyfriend."

Sam had no idea how Monica could be this calm right now. She was staring across the table at Gus with her luminous blue gaze, her hand still gripping Sam's thigh firmly. She seemed completely in control, and the sight soothed Sam's turmoil. The woman he loved was more than a match for Gus.

Gus pursed his lips and seemed to consider carefully. Finally he shrugged with an easy-going grin. "You know what? Sure. Why not. Going out with a cute girl beats staying in on a Friday night, even if it isn't going to lead anywhere. Don't worry, kid, I'll show your girlfriend a good time."

He said the last sentence while staring right into Sam's eyes, and Sam bristled. It was bad enough that Monica had convinced him to go through with this, even light mockery from the man who would be escorting her out on dates felt like too much to handle. Monica stepped in smoothly, heading off Sam's anger by saying, "There are going to be some rules, of course. We want everyone to have a good time, but we need to keep things safe and respectful."

Gus nodded, leaning back in his chair with an easy confidence that Sam wished he felt in this moment. He took another slurp of overpriced coffee and grunted, "Uh huh. Shoot.'

"You can't touch her," said Sam grimly, his hand clutching Monica's shoulder. "Absolutely no physical contact."

"What, no pats on the back? No handshakes?" asked Gus with a mocking grin. Seeing that Sam was about to snap at him, he waved his hand dismissively with a chuckle. "Ok, ok, don't get bent out of shape, kid. I get it. No touching. Understood."

"Also," said Monica, calm and collected with her cup of black tea in hand, "we obviously can't have all our friends asking questions about why I'm dating another man. All dates have to be in locations where my friends are unlikely to see us. If we're noticed, we'll simply say that we're discussing club business. And it goes without saying that you aren't allowed to spread the word that you're taking me on dates."

Gus shrugged. "Sure. Mum's the word. I won't tell anyone if you don't." He shifted suddenly in his seat, leaning forward. The energy sparking from his piercing brown eyes suddenly changed, going from casual indifference to something almost predatory. "Is that all you have? Because I actually have a stipulation or two of my own."

Sam shook his head, feeling needled. "Listen, man, you should be grateful that you even get to..."

Monica elbowed her boyfriend in the side. "Sam, come on. This is an agreement. We all need to understand each other. Let's hear him out," she insisted.

"Firstly, I can tell that this is a struggle for you two," said Gus smoothly, his expression nearly but not quite sympathetic. "But I'm not going to be jerked around by an indecisive young couple. If we set a time and place for a date by mutual agreement, I expect Monica to honor that commitment. No cold feet once we've agreed. Does that make sense?"

"That's fine," said Monica smoothly, not giving Sam the time to get upset again. "Once we set a time and place, I promise to follow through. Anything else?"

"Yeah, one more thing," said Gus, his eyes flicking over toward Sam. "After every date, I want your boyfriend to text me and thank me for taking you out."

"Oh fuck you," snarled Sam. He looked over at Monica, shaking his head angrily. "Do you hear this guy, babe? He clearly isn't going to be able to handle this. He's already trying to make fun of me!"

Luckily, Monica didn't look much more impressed with the older man across the table from them. Her hand tightened reassuringly on Sam's thigh. "He's right, Professor," she said warningly. "Don't misunderstand what we're asking from you. If you can't respect Sam, then this just isn't going to work.

Gus held up his hands in a placating gesture. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said calmly, favoring them both with a calm smile, "I think it's you two who are misunderstanding. This isn't meant to be some sort of power play. I just think that your man and I need to be in touch and not just communicating through you. I need to make sure he is still happy with the arrangement and that I'm not causing any hurt feelings. That's why I need him to give me the heads up after every date."

Monica glanced over at her boyfriend, her eyes calculating. Sam glared back for a second, then breathed out and nodded. He decided he really was being too uptight about this. Gus could be a bit of a cocky asshole, but he was also discreet and willing to play by the rules, if the first date he had taken Monica on was any indication. Sam knew he was just being insecure right now, and it wasn't a good look. He and Monica had already agreed to try this, and he needed to be more on board.

"I can text you after the dates," said Sam with a tight smile. "But it's not going to be 'thanking' you. Just a message that everything is cool on my end."

"I can live with that," said Gus magnanimously, leaning back in his chair with a look of satisfaction on his face. "This sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun. I'm excited. Are you two excited?"

Sam and Monica looked at each other, then answered at the same time.

"Yes."

...

Monica had butterflies in her stomach all afternoon on the day they had agreed on for the first date. She couldn't believe that she had ended up actually going on another date with an older man who wasn't her boyfriend. It was scandalous and exciting. All day long, it felt like she was keeping a naughty secret from the world.

But even though it felt kinky, her date wasn't nearly as wicked as the bare facts made it sound. Sam had agreed to it, even if he was having a little trouble now that the day was finally here.

Her boyfriend looked nervous and miserable, moping around as she got ready for the date, just like last time. On the one hand, Monica felt a little bad for Sam... on the other, she knew the telltale signs now that she was looking for them. Sam wasn't just feeling annoyed; he was horny too.

Monica's preparations for the date didn't take as long as they had the last time. Gus had suggested a more casual venue for their second date, so she just dressed in her regular streetwear: a pair of leggings and a hoodie. When she was done, Monica plopped down on the couch next to her boyfriend and cuddled up to his stiff form. "Hey babe," she said gently, planting a tender kiss on his neck. "How are you feeling? Are you ok?"

Sam sighed, loosening up a fraction. "I... I'm trying to feel ok about it. I know that I agreed to this, and everything you said about safely exploring our fetish together makes sense. But it's just a gut reaction, you know? I get this instinctual feeling like he's going to try to steal you."

Monica nudged him with her shoulder, a teasing smile pulling up her lips. "I mean... that's sort of the point, isn't it, Tiger? I want you feeling super riled up and jealous when I get home. Don't worry, you're going to get to take all those negative feelings out on me later, I promise." It was probably better not to pour more fuel on the fire at this point, but Monica couldn't help herself. She slid her hand over into her boyfriend's lap... and felt the throbbing hardness that she was expecting.

Monica tried to hold back the giggle, but it burst out anyway. This was all so new and kinky and exciting. Sam blush heavily, trying to squirm away from her grasping hand. "Jeez Monica," he murmured, clearly embarrassed by his physical reaction to the angsty arousal filling him to the brim, "leave me alone. I'm trying to be serious here."

But Monica wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily when she was getting just as horny as him. She followed him, keeping her hand in his lap and purring, "Where do you think you're running to, Tiger? Isn't this little guy stiff for me?" Sam finally gave in and snorted with amusement, and turned to try to tickle her; a well-known weak point of hers. They rolled together on the couch, until Sam got the upper hand, pinning Monica down by her wrists and staring into her eyes. She stared up at him, feeling the heat crackling between them. His cock was a hard point of insistent sexuality pressed into her thigh. She bit her lip, silently daring him to put his foot down. To insist that she wouldn't be going anywhere tonight. If that was what he wanted, she would give in, and tear up their tentative agreement with the professor.

But instead, Sam leaned down and kissed her hard, then whispered in her ear, "The whole time that you're with that old creep I want you to be thinking about me. When you get back, I'm going to prove that you're mine."

The heat in his voice made Monica's skin break out in goosebumps. This was the sort of forceful dominance she wanted to see from Sam. It was a shame that it took a huge amount of angst and embarrassment for him to work himself up to it. "Yes, sir," she said in a heated tone. "And I want you to be thinking about me the whole time I'm gone as well. Work yourself up until you're so horny you can't think straight. Then I'll come home and take away all of those bad feelings... but speaking of which, I think it's time for me to get going."

The heat in Sam's eyes dimmed a little as he released his girlfriend's wrists and helped her up. It looked like he wasn't going to be putting his foot down and refusing the date tonight. He looked a little lost, so Monica patted his cheek and gave him another kiss, saying cheerfully, "Don't worry Tiger. You just need to get used to this. You already know I'm all yours up here." She tapped his forehead. "But you know how it goes by this point. Tonight, you'll get to be the big man and convince this little guy I belong to you as well." She flicked the bulge at the front of his pants lightly with her finger and straightened up. "Now I really do have to go, Tiger. Try to relax. But don't relax too much. I'll be home in a few hours, and I expect you to give me the time of my life when I do."

Sam could only sigh and give his girlfriend a conflicted half-smile. "Ok babe... but hurry back. I'm going to be going crazy the whole time."

"I know you will, Tiger. That's how I want it," said Monica with one last wave and a teasing wink. "I'll see you soon!"

...

Waiting for Monica to finish her date was harder than Sam thought it would be. He had prepared beforehand, getting one of his old favorite farming simulators ready to play and ordering takeout from their favorite greasy hole-in-the-wall Chinese place. He was hoping that the comfort of gaming and eating would distract him from what his girlfriend was doing across town.

In reality, Sam never even bothered to start up the game, and the General Tso's and crab rangoons cooled uneaten on the living room coffee table. Instead, his thoughts were consumed with what Monica and Gus were up to at that moment. His mind flashed back to the last time, when he sat outside the restaurant and watched Monica slowly warm up to Gus. If she was willing to laugh and talk with him then, when she had been forced to go on a date with him, how much more friendly would she be now, when she was dating him on purpose? Last time he had felt powerless, looking in but unable to interfere. He had hoped that if the date was out of sight it would also be out of mind, but not being there only made his feelings of isolation and powerlessness worse.

After a few hours of moping, Sam couldn't take it anymore. He sent a text to Monica reading [How are things going? Wrapping up soon?]

He wasn't sure if she would actually answer. After all, Monica loved nothing more than to tease him, and it might be more effective to let him stew for the time being.

But it seemed like he had underestimated her.

The text came through first; short and simple. [Having a great time! See you later, Tiger! Xoxo]

That wasn't so bad. About what he had expected, really. But that wasn't the part that bothered him. What really got him was the photo that came through right afterward. Sam's heart stopped as it popped into the chat between him and Monica. The picture showed Gus grinning into the camera while they took a selfie. Monica had her slim arm thrown over his broad shoulders... and her lips pressed to the professor's stubbled cheek in a teasing kiss.

Sam couldn't believe his eyes. What happened to the rule about no touching? He immediately jumped up from the couch and dialed Monica, running his fingers through his hair as his body pulsed with adrenaline. The call rang and rang, but Monica didn't pick up. Sam looked down at the photo again, a pit forming in his stomach. It was pretty innocuous, even if it was a blatant tease trying to get his goat. Just her lips barely pressed against the Ogre's cheek and her arm thrown casually over his shoulders. If she took this sort of photo with a male friend, it might be mildly over the line, but more in a way that Sam would joke about than something he would have a serious problem with.

But with the Ogre? After laying out specific rules that they weren't allowed to touch? It set alarm bells off in Sam's mind. If they were breaking this rule, how much further might they be going? What else was happening across town while he sat at home alone?

"Fuck!" Sam cursed softly and slumped back onto the sofa. His cock was rock-hard, a throbbing spike of embarrassing lust in his pants. His girlfriend was across town doing God knew what with her pervy old professor and he was hard as a fucking rock.

Focusing on eating or a video game was even more impossible after that. Sam sent his girlfriend text after text, but the photo was the last thing he got from her. After a while, he started jerking off. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. His tension was just too high. But he kept himself from cumming. Even in the depths of his angst, Sam knew this was all part of the game. He held on to the bright, smoldering ember of lust inside him, waiting for his girlfriend to get home so that he could reclaim her.

...

Even though Monica had said she would wrap up dinner as quickly as she could, it was almost nine before Sam heard the rattle of her keys in the lock. Sam tucked his cock hurriedly back into his pants and stood, his heart beating fast and annoyance blended with lust pulsing through him.

Monica came in from the entrance with flushed cheeks and a lopsided, apologetic smile. Just the sight of her sent a pang of desire and jealousy through Sam, stronger even that the jealousy and suspicion he had been feeling ever since she sent the video. "Monica..." said Sam in a choked voice. He wasn't sure what to even say first. To ask why she was so late. To question what exactly was going on in the photo. To scold her for not answering his texts.

Monica's eyes were filled with smoldering heat and a lurking sense of guilt as she saw her boyfriend standing there, almost vibrating with tense energy. Her eyes flicked downward to Sam's crotch and she walked forward with a fluid, hip-swaying gait, saying softly, "Is that for me, Tiger? I missed you tonight. Did you miss me? Have you worked yourself up into a sexual frenzy, just like I asked you to?" She slid her arms around Sam, who felt paralyzed and tongue-tied by the powerful emotions running through him, and pulled him forward into a sultry kiss. Her mouth tasted strong and sweet and alcoholic as her tongue writhed energetically against his. Even feeling as conflicted as he did, Sam couldn't resist the passionate kiss. His arms rose to wrap around curvy little body, pulling her close with greedy strength.

They stood tangled together for a long, heated, brain-scrambling moment, mouths locked and hands all over each other. Even though Sam had so much he wanted to say, he couldn't force himself to hold back. He needed Monica's touch just as badly as he needed answers. The soft curve of her hip and the round heft of her bubble butt squished beneath his grip. One of her hands slid up over his neck while the other wormed between them to rub up and down the front of his pants. They made out for what felt like an eternity, the heat between them peaking toward the boiling point. Finally, Monica broke away, her eyes blazing and wild as she said, "Well, are we going to kiss all night, or are you going to fuck me?"

"I need to know," said Sam, equally fiercely, almost panting with lust and frustration. "You need to tell me everything that happened tonight. Have you been drinking? What the fuck was with that photo you sent?"

Monica bit her lip and looked away, looking guilty for a second. Then she smiled again and took him by the hand, leading him toward the bedroom. "Oh, don't worry, Tiger. I'll tell you every little detail, I promise. But let's multitask. Half the fun is how it makes you feel to hear everything, right? I still need to tease you..."

Sam felt the fraught jealousy filling him up inside as Monica pushed him back onto the bed and began. "Well, from the beginning, Gus was really laying on the charm..."

...

Monica wasn't really sure what to expect when she pulled up to the place Gus had suggested. Her enthusiasm had drained away as she took the rideshare across the city. The fun part of this whole arrangement was the spark that ignited between her and Sam whenever her boyfriend felt like another man was after her. But if she looked at it that way, the actual date with Gus was the boring part. She would have to spend a few hours with a guy she wasn't interested in so she could enflame Sam's jealousy, and if she was being honest, it sounded a little tedious.

Monica eyed the large neon sign, curious as she exited her ride. She hadn't heard of Rally's Adventure Zone before, but it gave off an interesting vibe. The sign outside the warehouse-sized building advertised indoor mini-golf, laser tag, an arcade, drinks and food. The atmosphere was a little kitsch and cheesy, but despite the entertainment on offer, it obviously wasn't intended for children; the numerous neon beer signs in the widows made that obvious.

She was just about to text Gus when the door opened in front of her, revealing the grinning older man. He held the door open for her and gestured her inside. "Come on in, sweetheart! Good to see you." Monica nodded and awkwardly shuffled past him into the dark, neon-lit interior of the cavernous building. Gus let the door swing shut behind her and said jovially, "I would give you a hug, but rules are rules, right?"

"That's right," agreed Monica, eying her date for the evening warily. She wasn't sure exactly how to interact with the professor now. It wasn't like last time, when he had forced her to go on the date. Now he was practically doing them a favor. Despite that, her baseline distaste for Gus Pfeiffer remained. He was a massive man with a heavy belly and a broad, ugly face; not the type of man that Monica went for, and honestly someone it was a little embarrassing to be seen with on a date. She might know that dating him was all a ruse to make her boyfriend horny, but everyone else that saw them saw out together in public wouldn't. They would just see a young college-aged woman on a date with a man twice her age.

The fact also remained that Gus was a pompous old shit who pursued women much too young for him. Even if she didn't consider him a threat anymore, Monica couldn't forget that fact so easily.

But, on the other hand, Gus could be strangely charming, beneath the air of sleaze. He had even managed to strike up a conversation with Monica last time after tricking her into the date. And really, now that Monica had gotten a little more used to him, she could grudgingly see why some women might find Gus attractive. His hulking form gave off the impression of power just barely contained, and it was easy to see that he had hard muscles beneath the outer layer of fat. A girl who liked her men built like a caveman would probably be into him. Not that Monica would ever be.

"Monica swept forward, trying to cut through the awkwardness with a joke. "So, is bringing me here some sort of joke? Making fun of me for being younger?" She turned back to the older man with a cautious smile touching her lips, "I thought you said last time you would take me someplace even nicer on our next date. I'm not sure this qualifies."

Gus laughed good-naturedly. "What do you take me for? I like fancy restaurants and the fine wine quite a bit, but that doesn't mean I can't cut loose and enjoy some good old fashioned fun. As far as being even nicer that the last place, why don't you hold your judgment until the end of the evening. This place has the best nachos in the city, after all."

Monica snorted and rolled her eyes. "Well... with a pitch like that, how can a girl refuse. Lead the way." It seemed clear that, no matter how Gus dressed it up, he didn't see her as the type of woman who was at home in the kind of fancy restaurant he had taken her last time. That rubbed Monica the wrong way. She had thought she did a good job blending in as a mature, sophisticated lady. It made her want to prove Gus wrong somehow.

The sprawling entertainment center was loud, and raucous; a large, cavernous space that was lit with the flashing neon lights of the arcade. It smelled like pizza and cheap beer, and although the music was tuned low enough that conversation was possible, the whole room buzzed with the sounds of the many customers taking advantage of that. It was honestly a little surprising to see a place that had seemed so immature at first glance so packed with people on a Friday night. Monica realized that maybe she had judged this place too hastily. Besides, she wasn't against the idea of minigolf. It sounded kind of fun. And it seemed like the rest of the attendees agreed with her. The indoor putt-putt course was obviously popular, with a line of customers waiting for their turn in little knots of two or three, sipping drinks, laughing and chatting.

It looked for a moment like most of this date would consist of waiting in line to play minigolf... but to Monica's surprise, Gus gestured her forward with a grin, leading her past all of the waiting people to the front of the line.

Monica got a little flustered as they paraded past the line of waiting people. They all stared at her with a mix of envy and annoyance as Gus confidently led her to the front of the line. But the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant. Here tonight, with Gus, she was a cut above the rest of the crowd. Maybe that was unfair to all the other people, but she had to admit that it was a bit of a rush.

...

Sam couldn't help letting out a groan as Monica engulfed his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Her wicked tongue curled around his throbbing stiffness, teasing and pleasuring him as her head began to smoothly bob up and down. She was kneeling beneath him as he sat on the edge of the bed, pants and boxers shucked off and tossed to the side, already doing his best to concentrate so he wouldn't cum too early.

More importantly, right now he was listening intently to the story of what Monica had done that evening.

"He took you to go mini-golfing?" Sam asked, shaking his head with a sense of relief. It sounded a little juvenile, honestly. "I thought it was going to be something a little more... sophisticated than that."

Monica stared up at him, his cock still held tightly between her soft lips. She raised an eyebrow, then released his stiff shaft with a pop, replacing her mouth with a pumping fist up and down his saliva-slicked cock as she spoke. "I actually think it was pretty thoughtful of him. He was meeting me halfway. It was an adult spot with gaming elements. Something that he knew I would like. It felt like he had a real interest in picking something appropriate for both of us."

Sam could tell what Monica was doing. She had seemed a little conflicted when she first came in the door, but now there was a gleam in her eyes, and a teasing smile playing on her lips. Whatever little twinge of guilt she had felt over leaving him alone all evening was fading away, replaced by growing lust. Teasing her boyfriend was Monica's favorite aphrodesiac, and it was obvious she was just getting warmed up.

Her mouth returned to his cock, this time planting a wet, hot kiss on the root of his shaft, just above the balls. His cock overshadowed her face, and he could feel the hot puffs of the panting breaths through her nose. There was a seductive heat blazing in his girlfriend's eyes, hungry for his reactions. This whole thing with Gus felt like it had exposed a raw nerve of frantic, almost animalistic lust between them. That raw arousal didn't always feel good. But fuck, if it wasn't compelling. Sam felt drawn toward that look in Monica's beautiful blue eyes like a moth to the flame.

Maintaining that smoldering eye contact, Monica dipped her head, poking out a bubblegum pink tongue to lick and slide over the rough skin of his balls. The sight of her passionate service set Sam's heart on fire with dominant lust. He had never been the type of guy who tried to push Monica around in bed... until recently that is. Something about her going on dates with Gus made Sam want to put his girlfriend in her place, and it was obvious that Monica loved every second of it.

So much so that she couldn't help provoking him. Monica's hand moved smoothly up and down Sam's slippery shaft as she gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth and bathed it with her tongue. She planted another lingering kiss on his cock as she released it, and said in a raspy, lustful whisper, "I'm sorry... but it's hard not to imagine it, Tiger..."

Sam groaned, feeling his cock twitch in her wicked, pumping hand as his jealous lust flared up once again. He knew that she was trying to get a rise out of him, but he couldn't help but take the bait. "What? What are you imagining?" he gasped, as Monica took the opportunity to nuzzle and lick his sensitive balls once again. He knew what he was imagining. He was imagining what liberties the older professor might have taken with his girlfriend while they were away. In theory he knew that Monica would never cheat on him, but on the other hand she had sent that photo of the kiss, which was already crossing the lines they had set. Sam imagined Gus's heavy paws crawling all over Monica, squeezing and touching what should be his alone...

Monica took her time in answering, first planting a few more hot, sloppy kisses all over Sam's scrotum, her eyes half-closed in obvious sexual ecstasy. Sam felt a twisting sensation of pure fiery arousal deep in his belly as he saw that Monica's free hand had dived down to slip beneath her leggings, bunching up the material as it worked frantically between her thighs. Monica wasn't just teasing him to be cruel... this bratty taunting was red hot for her as well.

Finally, Monica raised her head again with a smirk. "I meant that I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to go on an actual date with a man like Gus," she murmured in mock innocence, her petite fist squelching up and down Sam's cock. "What did you think I meant, Tiger?"

Sam felt a hot blush stain his face, but he ignored the question. Admitting that he had imagined Gus feeling Monica up would turn the conversation down an even more embarrassing path. Instead, he scoffed, seeing if some bravado would get him out of the cruel teasing that Monica had already begun. "Huh. I can't imagine he would be that impressive a date if he was taking you mini-golfing."

Monica fist tightened, pumping faster and faster up and down Sam's cock as her burning gaze locked with his. "Oh. So that's what you think, huh? Well, if you still think the venue sounds a little too immature," she purred teasingly, sending a ripple of troubled arousal through Sam's heart, "just wait until you hear how he got me liquored up."

...

The employee brought over the first tray of drinks when they were on the second hole. Monica was so deep in the zone she didn't even notice them approaching at first. She was so naturally competitive that beating her date in minigolf had suddenly become a big deal for her. The courses themselves were quite small, as usual for an indoor course, but they were trickier than they looked. The second hole took a strange bend that looked like it might be difficult, and Monica was peering at it warily, club in hand, as the employee approached and dropped the two drinks off in Gus's hands.

Gus waited until Monica had lined up her shot, then took a long slurp just as she swung the club, throwing her off and making her ball veer off course and ricochet back and forth off the walls of the course. Monica turned to glare at him, her eyes narrowing at the two drinks in his hands. "I hope those are both for you," she sighed irritably. "I told you, Gus, I'm not twenty-one yet. I don't drink."

Gus shrugged. "You drank at dinner last time, so I figured you might be interested. I got you an amaretto sour. Try it; it basically just tastes like candy."

Monica folded her arms and gave him an unimpressed look. It was obvious that he was trying to ply her with alcohol. Gus was a sly old dog. He wouldn't drive Sam so crazy with jealousy if he wasn't. But Monica was wise to his tricks. She wasn't some naive girl he could get all drunk and giggly and loose. "Are drinks even allowed on the course?" she asked archly. "How are we supposed to play with just one hand free?"

"By getting a helping hand, of course," said Gus smoothly. He held forward the Amaretto sour and his own glass of amber liquid with a grin.

Monica considered refusing to help him, but there was no point in being a spoil sport. She was going to have to go on these dates if she wanted to explore this new jealousy fetish with her boyfriend, and it was probably better to have a pleasant relationship with Gus if this was going to be an ongoing thing. She leaned her club against the wall and accepted the two drinks with a sigh as Gus lined up his putt. "You didn't answer my question," she said dryly. "I know I'm not, but are you even allowed to drink here?"

Gus had a look of fierce concentration on his face as he shuffled, changed the angle of his club, then tapped the ball expertly, bouncing it through the odd bend and getting it within an inch of the hole. Finally her looked up at Monica with a deadpan expression and winked. "Other people aren't. But I go way back with the owner of this place. I can basically do whatever I want here."

"So that's why we skipped the line," said Monica with a disapproving shake of her head. "What, you think that just because you're rich, you can do whatever you want?"

"Uh-huh," agreed Gus bluntly as he wandered over and took his glass of liquor from Monica's hand. "That's one thing that you'll learn about me right off the bat, sweetheart. The average man plays by the rules and thinks that staying in line is a virtue. I'm not an average man, and I know that rules are for the weak. The second you realize that life is a game and cheating is the only way to get what you want, the sooner you start getting ahead. I don't have to wait in line and drink in the designated areas. So I don't. People who go without the privileges within their grasp are suckers in my book."

"Might makes right. How original," quipped Monica with a snort. But she had to admit that the Ogre's blunt hedonism was... compelling. Not impressive necessarily, but fascinating in a savage sort of way. It was like watching a nature documentary about lions and seeing one with blood all over its maw. Disgusting, but powerful. On the spur of the moment, Monica tried just one sip of the drink her date had bought her.

He was right. It did taste pretty sweet.

But she had no qualms about handing the drinks back over and picking up her club again. "That's the issue with men like you, Professor," she said airily. "You can't accept any limitations. Sometimes no just means no!" Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Gus's gaze was focused on her ass as she leaned over, trying to line up her shot. It sent a little thrill of excitement through her. Even though Gus was an obviously unsuitable partner, it gave her a sense of power to know that he wanted her. It was like the feeling she got when she teased her boyfriend, except even stronger, because she knew that Gus would never, ever get what he wanted. She subtly stuck her tempting rear out a little further.

Take that, you old goat.

She managed to get a lucky shot and sunk her ball into the hole. Not too bad for someone who had royally fucked up the first shot.

"Looks like I might be in trouble," said Gus with a chuckle, striding forward and handing her the drinks again. "I thought I was going to walk all over you after that first hole."

Monica frowned. "I got it in two. Just like you," she said, trying to get a handle on her flaring competitive instincts. She took a little sip of the drink Gus had bought her to steady herself.

Gus grunted non-commitally as he swiftly and accurately sunk his putt. "Yeah, but your form was sloppy. That'll work for the first hole or two, but then you'll be toast."

"Wanna bet?" asked Monica, cocking a hip and an eyebrow defiantly.

Gus leaned forward on his club, overshadowing her.

"I thought you'd never ask."

...

"What?" Sam sat up, his eyes wide and his heart thundering. "Are you serious right now, Monica, or are you just fucking with me? Did you seriously make a bet with him again?"

Monica didn't answer immediately. Instead, she rose to her feet, gripping the bottom of her baggy hoodie and slowly lifting it, revealing the tight tanktop she wore beneath. Sam's breathing was ragged. He could feel every beat of his heart in his iron-stiff cock, making it jump and twitch. Now that she stood in just her tight leggings and tanktop, he could feast his eyes on his girlfriend's delectable body. She ran her hands up her curves to emphasize the erotic sight, her fingers flowing up over the rounded curve of her hips, stopping the press tight against the swell of her breasts. Sam was spellbound, but also desperate to hear her answer.

"I want to hear what you're thinking I bet him before I just tell you..." insisted Monica in a low, raspy murmur, slowly pulling up her undershirt to reveal her soft, feminine belly. "You aren't assuming your poor girlfriend would lose, are you?"

Sam swallowed down the desert dryness of his mouth. Now that Monica had opened the door to speculation, his mind went wild with what Monica could have bet. As she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, revealing her perfect round tits, nipples stiff and proud from her teasing lust, Sam wondered if he had been the first man to see them tonight...

But that was crazy. Monica was just freaking him out on purpose. Making him jump at shadows and assume the worst. He already knew something that happened tonight which fit the story a lot better.

"You kissed him," breathed Sam. "Fuck Monica, you kissed him and sent me a fucking picture of it."

Monica giggled, sticking her thumbs through the waistband of her leggings and wiggling them down her hips, taking her panties with them. Sam's eyes locked between her thighs as she stood naked and proud before him. Monica's tight little well-groomed pussy was an even clearer sign of her arousal than her stiff nipples. It was pink and blushing, dewy with arousal. A small voice whispered in Sam's mind, wondering if all of that arousal was for him, or if it was partially for her date...

Before Sam had time to fully examine that awful thought, Monica strode forward, tugging up his shirt to strip him as well. "Well... you're close," she said with a wink. God, she looked so fucking hot standing above him, brassy and lustful with her nipples standing up stiffly from her big tits and wearing a look of mischievous mockery on her lovely features. Monica was so short that Sam didn't look up at her normally, but the angle only intensified his feeling of helpless arousal. "The bet was actually for me to loosen up about following rules... but yeah, it did lead to a kiss."

Her hand traveled down to play with Sam's cock, just barely teasing and rubbing with the very tips of her fingers as she leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips. Now that they were both naked, the sexual heat crackling between them was so strong that Sam could barely breathe. Monica pulled away, almost gasping with lust. Her tits heaved with passion. "But you aren't upset that I bent the rules with the big, bad Ogre, are you, Tiger?" she breathed, her eyes locked with his, just inches away. Her fingers slid up and down the tip of his cock in a pinching motion, smearing slick precum up and down his shaft. "Because it just turns you on more than it upsets you, doesn't it? It gets you all hot and bothered when you aren't sure exactly what we did."

Sam's hands slid down her curves, gripping her waist convulsively tight. "What happened?" he asked pointedly. "Why did you kiss him?" He could feel the switch flipping inside him. He was going to move from shame to jealousy quickly. And Monica was going to let him take control. He would fuck her hard and show her who she belonged to. Just like she wanted.

But it looked like it wasn't quite time yet.

"I'll tell you all about it," whispered Monica into his ear. Suddenly the hand on his shoulder pressed him back onto the mattress. "But first I want you to lie down for me."

...

The game went predictably enough. Gus must have had years of practice putting from his business days. He finished eight strokes under Monica. Monica realized afterward that she had risen a little too eagerly to Gu's taunting comments. But it truly wasn't that big of a deal. She knew better than to accept slanted bets from the older man ever since the disastrous bet that had led to their first date. This time Monica made sure that what she lost was something she had no issues paying.

If she had won, Gus would have had to foot the bill for her next date with Sam. The only thing that Gus had won was a promise from her to "loosen up and not worry so much about following the rules". Apparently, the interpretation of that was up to her. So she decided that her payment would be having a few drinks. In the end, it wasn't a big deal for her to drink anyway. If Gus knew the owner, she wasn't actually going to get in trouble, and it wasn't like she hadn't spent a few nights drinking at the occasional college party she attended.

Monica was now feeling pleasantly warm and happy, sitting in one of the booths in the dining area of the entertainment center and stuffing her face with nachos. Gus was right. They were some of the best she had ever tasted. The eating area was raised, and from the high top table, Monica had a great view of the golf course where Gus had just completely destroyed her. As if she needed reminding.

"So do you think your boyfriend is going to enjoy what you're doing for him tonight?" asked Gus, peering at her over his drink as she polished off another cheezy bite.

Monica side-eyed him suspiciously while she chewed, washing down the rest with the last of her third amaretto sour. "I'm not sure what you mean," she said carefully. "Why would he like it if I went on a date with someone else? I'm sure he's at home pacing the floor, waiting for me to get back."

Gus snorted and polished off his drink as well. "Let's not play coy, sweetheart. I was the one who suggested this whole arrangement in the first place, remember? I agree that your boytoy is pacing the floor, but I bet he's doing it with a massive hard-on, thinking about the fun that you're having with me."

Monica gasped, shocked that Gus had said something like that in the semi-crowded restaurant. She looked around, worried that someone might have overheard him, but everyone nearby was focusing on their own conversations. "Gus..." she said warningly. But the older man didn't seem embarrassed in the slightest, just continuing to stare at her with a cocky grin. It was clear just from the look on his face that he wasn't about to be put off by worries about propriety.

"I don't know if we should talk about my love life, Gus. It's too much," she finally said stiffly. From the beginning, Gus had seemed to know that she was going on this date to facilitate kinky sex play with her boyfriend. Just like he said, he had been the one to suggest the strange arrangement in the first place. But that didn't mean she needed to discuss it with him like it was no big deal.

But Gus waved away her discomfort. "Oh, it's fine. Nothing you say is going to shock me. And besides, maybe I can help you two out a little. You seem to be completely new to this whole thing."

Monica made a face and took another bite of nachos. But her curiosity got the better of her. This new type of play with her boyfriend was new and strange, and she was interested in getting as much info as possible. "What thing?" she asked cautiously. "What is it you think we're doing?"

"Cuckolding," said Gus confidently, signalling a waitress closer to order another round of drinks.

Monica had to wait until the waitress had taken Gus's order and walked away before she could respond. "You don't know what you're talking about," she finally hissed as the waitress walked away. "Are you being serious right now? What we're doing is NOT cuckolding. I can't believe you would even say that."

Monica's main exposure to the concept of cuckolding was the way weird people on the internet disparaged weak men as "cucks". It had something to do with guys who liked to watch their wives get fucked by other men or something. She couldn't imagine that Sam would ever want to do something like that.

Gus shrugged, a lopsided, unapologetic grin painting his broad, ugly face. "I mean, call it what you want, Monica, but you just said yourself that the guy probably has a hard-on right now just imagining another man taking his girl out on the town. That sounds like cuckolding to me, even if you two are just dipping your toe in."

Monica scoffed and leaned back in her seat, folding her arms and shooting Gus an unimpressed look. "You don't get it at all. Sam isn't turned on by you dating me. That just makes him jealous, and the jealousy makes him want me even more."

Gus took a big clump of nachos and crunched down on them, mumbling through the mouthful, "Uh-huh. It's called 'reclaiming'. Pretty typical stuff. And jealousy is sort of the name of the game when it comes to cuckolding. What else do you think all those poor guys are thinking about while another dude goes to town on their wife?"

Monica hadn't thought about it that way. It was sort of troubling. Sam was a great guy. Fun, loving, supportive, smart... Handsome too, although he was tall and rangy rather than broad and muscular. He didn't fit with the image Monica had in her head of a cuckold; a sad pathetic man jerking off to his own defeat. She wasn't sure she liked talking about him that way. She had a little time to think about it was the waitress brought their new drink and Gus finished off the nachos.

"I see what you're saying... But Sam and I aren't interested in that kind of extreme stuff. Just me being here with you is enough." She hoped that that would put the matter to rest. The image of Sam sitting at the bedside and watching while Gus slowly stripped off her clothes had popped into her mind, and she wasn't really sure how to handle it. Her eyes flicked down to the Professor's broad, powerful hands and she shivered lightly. Just the thought of those all over her body made her feel strange.

"I mean, you know me," said Gus lightly, leaning back and stretching. "I'll only go as far as you two want. But you're also only at the start. I'm not saying that I know where you two will end up with this, but you can't really think that this will begin and end with the dates. It never goes that way. Eventually Sam is going to want to see more."

Monica shook her head firmly. "No, I really don't think he will. I agreed to everything he proposed, but he was the one who came up with the rules, Gus. He barely agreed to this dating thing at all. There's no way he would want me to do anything more with you."

Gus's eyes sparkled in the moody lighting of the restaurant, faintly lit by the flashing neon of the arcade across the cavernous building. "Should we put that to the test?"

Monica licked her lips, her stomach suddenly erupted in her butterflies. Her eyes flickered over Gus's grinning face. Part of her wanted to ask what exactly he meant, but part of her was afraid of what his answer would be. Her mind flashed once again to the filthy image that Gus had suggested to her. Sam watching, sitting at the side of the bed with his cock in hand, wearing that expression of jealous arousal that Monica already knew so well.

She tried not to think too hard about what might be happening on the bed that would make Sam that turned on and horny and angry... but the thought kept tickling at the edge of her brain.

Gus seemed to sense her pained indecision, and he spoke up once again, his voice soft and persuasive. "Look, it doesn't have to be a big deal. Just a little tease. Pushing things just the tiniest bit forward. That way, you can know if he really wants to keep things within the rules, or if he wants more. He wasn't able to admit that he even wanted the dates at all, right? Maybe he doesn't even know what he wants. Let's find out."

Monica bit her lip. "I mean... what do you have in mind specifically?"

Gus pulled out the chair next to him and patted it. "Come over here. Let's see if we can't make your boyfriend's night."

...

Sam was breathing heavily. It felt like his mind was on fire. Monica's slick, lust-plump cunt hovered right over his face, trapping him in a cave of hot feminine lust. After pushing him down, Monica had immediately straddled his face, planting a knee on either side of his head and lowering her pussy until it was just out of his reach. Sam licked his lips as he stared up, enraptured. Monica's tight pussy was juicy and dripping with her arousal, her lips parting lightly to reveal the wet pinkness within. Her could feel its heat even from inches away.

It was hard to focus on what Monica was saying with her aroused pussy so close. Not to mention the fact that her own head was down at his crotch level, taking slow, teasing licks up and down his cock. Sixty-nine wasn't exactly a common position they took in bed, but Sam had to admit that it worked well with Monica's storytelling. He had never been more turned on in his life.

"So anyway... Gus said that if I gave him a little kiss on the cheek and sent you the picture, it would send you absolutely wild with lust." She giggled and waggled his cock with her hand, making it bounce, uncomfortably stiff from Monica's hot little mouth and wicked words. "And I have to tell you, Tiger, it looks like he was right! Even though you were all upset when I came home, your cock was still hard enough to hammer nails."

Fuck... Monica had talked about their relationship with Gus. Had they laughed, thinking about the poor boyfriend sitting at home alone? Sam tried to stammer a reply, but apparently this wasn't the time for him to speak. Monica lowered her hips, pressing her dripping, red-hot cunt onto his protesting mouth and silencing him. "Ah, ah, ah," said Monica, planting a kiss onto her boyfriend's cock as she began to grind her wet pussy downward into his face. "You still haven't heard what it felt like to kiss the Ogre. Just listen for now, Tiger."

For a moment, Monica took Sam's cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue and milking his shaft with her lips as she slowly ground her wet pussy into his mouth. The feeling of connection between them was so strong that for a second, Sam forgot all about Gus and the kiss and the whole humiliating evening. He slid his tongue upward through Monica's folds, finding her clit and circling it with the tip of his tongue. He could feel her moan vibrate against his cock, and he almost came right there and then, filling her mouth with creamy sperm. Maybe he should have. It would have been a good moment, when everything else about the evening faded away, and it was just the two of them there, in sexual harmony.

But the moment passed. Monica pulled herself up off of his cock, planting a kiss on the slippery tip while pressing her hips down harder, mashing her drooling pussy downward into her boyfriend's face. "It was... not as bad as I thought," said Monica in a dreamy, heated voice. "I mean, he's ugly, but Gus has a certain charm. It wasn't disgusting to kiss him."

Sam groaned, thrusting his hips upward needily as he kissed and slurped between Monica's thighs. In theory, everything she was saying was innocent, but he couldn't stop the tidal wave of jealousy roaring upward from deep inside him. She had kissed the Ogre right on the cheek... knowing that just the thought of her and Gus touching drove him crazy. And the worst part was that she was completely right... he had never felt more turned on in his life. He burned with desire to make her his again, and he channeled all of that frustrated lust into his tongue and lips as he passionately kissed her overheated cunt.

"I mean..." purred Monica, pausing to extend her tongue and swirl it around Sam's throbbing cockhead, "It was hard not to imagine what it would be like to be with him. Like, to really be his girlfriend for real. Obviously I'll never know. You're the only man I want, Tiger. But I realized why all those other girls don't mind so much."

She pressed her pussy downward so tightly that, for a second, Sam couldn't breath. Her thighs were so tight around his ears that Sam barely caught what she said next.

"He smelled really nice, Sam. Expensive. I bet his cologne costs more than most people make in a month."

Then her mouth swallowed his cock again, and Sam was back in heaven. Physically at least. His mind was still reeling from the admission that his girlfriend had thought about what it would be like to date Gus. The twisted mixture of jealousy and shame and lust swelled up inside him, stronger and stronger. His tongue delved deeper as he felt the hot, wet embrace of his girlfriend's mouth around his cock. He reached up and cupped her thick, jiggling asscheeks in his hand, pulling her closer, sliding his tongue deep inside to feel her velvety depths squeeze around it. He suddenly couldn't take it any more. He needed to feel his cock in her pussy, not his tongue. He needed that reconnection with her. He let his head, which had been craning upward to reach her, fall back to the bed, panting and covered in the juices of her arousal.

At the same time, Monica came up off of his cock, breathing just as heavily as Sam. For a second, he thought that they were on the same wavelength. That she was going to change positions, turn around, and welcome him into the heated depths that his tongue had been exploring a moment before. But instead, strangely, she hopped up off the bed, crossing the room toward Sam's computer chair for some reason. Sam stared after her in bewilderment, alone on the bed, his cock throbbing and dripping with her spit as she dragged the chair over and set it to the side of the bed.

She locked eyes with him, looking more beautiful than ever, eyes wild, chestnut hair sleek and lovely, nipples rock hard on her heaving tits and pussy leaking down her thick thighs. "Sit," she said, pointing at the chair on the side of the bed. "I want to try something. While you do, I'll tell you about the rest of the date."

...

Gus Pfieffer was having a fantastic evening. True, it was a little frustrating being forced to tiptoe around and get Monica to warm up to him, but she was already coming along nicely. Even a week ago, it would have been unthinkable to imagine her willinging kissing him, even on the cheek.

She was showing just the right responses to his cautious feelers as well. A lot of girls would have been furious if he brought up the idea of cuckolding, and Monica had just been a little guarded. The idea clearly intrigued her, even if it did have negative associations for now. Her pretty little eyes had nearly popped out of her head when he joked about cucks jerking off in a chair by the bed. Gus swore it to himself silently as his cock approached half-stiffness beneath the table. He would get the two innocent little lovers in exactly that situation. He would put the nerdy little loser in his place, jerking off at the bedside while Gus sank deep into his girlfriend's tight cunt. It wouldn't be the first time that Gus turned another man into a cuck, but it would be the most satisfying.

Every couple needed a cute origin story, after all. And when Monica was his woman, they could look back and laugh at how they started out: by cucking the loser she used to date.

Gus watched Monica down the last of her latest drink and tuck a strand of hair behind her ears, giving him a distracted smile when she noticed him staring. Getting her to drink was an unexpected victory as well. A little wine over dinner was one thing, but now the girl had downed a few drinks and was clearly feeling tipsy. It seemed like she had taken the idea of loosening up and not caring so much about the rules to heart.

Monica kept looking down at her phone and biting her lip. Her boyfriend was calling and texting over and over. "I don't know," she said guiltily as she read yet another text questioning the kissing picture they had sent. "It still feels a little mean. I'll probably just text him and let him know that I'm coming home soon."

Gus shook his head. "No way. Trust me, he might be freaking out, but this is going to make your teasing later ten times as hot. Just let him ride. Lover boy gets his turn later tonight, but for now, I've got you all to myself... and you'd be lying if you told him you'd be home right away anyway."

Monica raised an eyebrow, but she put her phone back in her purse, and Gus could see by the little smirk tugging at her lips that she was willing to entertain his suggestion to stay out later. Gus was divided on exactly how far he should take things tonight. His instincts told him that Monica was ready to go further, but she had surprised him before. He had made good progress tonight, and it would be frustrating if he crossed the line and threw all of that away.

"Oh... I would be lying huh?" asked Monica challengingly. "I don't know... I already had my nachos and got beaten at golf. Maybe it's time for me to go home and spend some time with my poor lonely boyfriend. Why should I stay?" Gus decided he wanted to push his luck a little more. Luckily, he already had the perfect idea in mind for how to do it.

"Why, the arcade of course! It's the whole reason that I brought you here in the first place. It's a lot more famous than their mini-golf. People say that it's one of the best arcades in the city."

That got Monica's attention, although she tried her best to play it cool. "Really? I don't play arcade games all that much anymore..." Despite her reluctant tone, Gus could see that she was hooked. She scooped up her purse, already looking off curiously toward the arcade section of the building.

"Let's check it out," said Gus companionably, gesturing her forward. Gus preferred to follow behind Monica, of course. That way he could watch her fat ass wiggling with the sway of her hips as she walked. The banked lust smoldered deep inside Gus as his eyes locked to the innocent college girl's fat little cheeks. He was being as patient as he could, but it was only building up the desire inside him higher and higher. One day he was going to take the little brat over his knee and teach her a lesson for all of the disrespect she had shown him. He would sink his powerful fingers deep into that bouncy meat and pull her down onto his cock while she screamed for more.

Soon. Soon she'll go a lot further than a kiss on the fucking cheek.

Monica was just as enchanted with the sprawling arcade as Gus had hoped. All thoughts about heading home early to her boyfriend disappeared as she moved from one machine to the next, playing a game or two before moving on. It was endearing, if a little immature. Once Monica was his woman, Gus was going to wean her off all the gaming shit. He was sure that once he got her hooked on more mature pursuits, she would be just as enthusiastic about those.

Gus lost his train of thought as Monica gasped, a look of delight crossing her face. She rushed over to a large machine tucked away in a dark corner of the arcade floor, and Gus trailed after. It was titled "Area 56". Two guns were holstered at the front of the machine, and on the screen, a video showed alien invaders popping out only to have their heads splatter into green slime. It looked similar to all of the other shooters in the arcade to Gus, but Monica seemed to consider it special for some reason. She picked up one of the guns attached by a cord to the front of the machine and clicked the trigger experimentally with a big grin on her face.

Finally, she seemed to recognise that Gus was standing there watching her, and her smile turned sheepish. "Sorry," she said with a cute, self-deprecating laugh, "it's just that I didn't know any more of these machines were still around. Apparently there's a common default with the triggers, and the company went out of business."

She looked wistful as she stared at the machine. "I used to play Area 56 with my cousin every summer vacation. We swore we would beat it some day. But it was expensive. We probably had enough money to play it twice per vacation or something, and we were both pretty bad. I don't think we even got close. And then, one year, the machine was gone."

Gus felt a grin spread across his face. Monica had already reacted pretty well to him flashing some cash in the past. She tried to pretend that the fancy restaurant and his ability to cut the line hadn't impressed her, but Gus could tell how she really felt. In his experience, all women were gold-diggers deep down. He didn't blame them. It was just human nature to want money and power. If you waved that beneath a woman's nose in the right way, it was like catnip to them.

And, as strange as this particular case was, Gus thought he had just found the perfect way to show Monica the attraction of unlimited resources.

Gus pulled out his wallet and took out a thick sheaf of bills. "Well," he chuckled, "It doesn't matter how much it costs tonight. Want to see what the end of the game looks like?"

...

"But... why?" asked Sam blankly, staring at the chair and then back to his girlfriend. He looked so cute that Monica just wanted to eat him up... well, either that or pull him close and have him fuck her until she came her brains out. His cock had been standing at stiff attention ever since she walked in the door, and right now his eyes were glazed over with lust, his whole body tense with overwhelming arousal. Gus had been right. The picture of the kiss, followed by ignoring him for a few hours, had only made her boyfriend hornier.

"Because I want you to watch me. I want you to look in your eyes and see how much you love me... how much you missed me... how much you want me." Monica could hear how much her throaty voice vibrated with sincere passion... but she wasn't telling the full truth. She did want to see Sam's desire, but she also couldn't get something that Gus had said out of her head. The idea of Sam sitting and watching, driven crazy with lust and jealousy but held back and unable to participate. Monica needed to see it. Maybe it would be weird, and neither of them would like it. But Gus had a point; wasn't that kind of teasing denial just a more extreme version of what they had decided to do with the dates?

She had to know how it felt to see him watching and jerking off.

Sam seemed to accept her explanation, even if he didn't fully understand what she planned. He reluctantly got up from the bed and sat on his computer chair facing her, his cock standing at full attention in his lap.

Monica felt her heart beat speed up, her pulse throbbing against her skin. It felt deliciously wrong and kinky to take her place on the bed, facing her boyfriend and spreading her thighs to reveal her pussy, dripping wet and aching for sensation. By doing this she was denying herself the satisfying penetration she knew Sam could give her. But more importantly, she was denying Sam his prize, at least for the moment. She wanted to see how he would react. Would it turn him on more? Or just make him angry?

Monica slid one hand down between her legs, teasing apart her lowering lips with her fingertips and beginning to rub in gentle circles.

Sam's eyes were wide and every muscle in his body seemed to be straining and tensing as he stared at her body, breathless. Monica knew that she was a feast for the eyes right now. Her curvy body was flushed with desire, her legs spread wide and her big tits softly splayed over her chest. She felt an answering lustful energy pouring off her boyfriend in waves as he watched her begin to touch herself. Despite the fact that she wasn't letting him touch her right now, she had never felt this close of a connection with him.

"Monica..." said Sam in a choked voice, his eyes focusing between her legs. He sounded lost and confused, but Monica could still hear the desire dripping from his voice.

"Shhhh, just listen to me now, Tiger," cooed Monica, her hips wriggling a little as the fingers circling her clit sent fiery crackles of pleasure coursing through her body. "Listen and touch yourself. Can you do that for me, Sam? Can you stroke that cock while you watch me and listen?"

Sam gulped, then reluctantly nodded. His hand fell to his crotch, wrapping tightly around his cock and beginning to stroke.

Monica let the moment hang in the air as she watched the curious sight. Sam in a chair by the bedside. So close yet so far. Aching to be with her, yet forbidden. Jerking off as he watched her writhing in pleasure on the bed. It was just as kinky as she thought it would be. A new, dark twist of lust bloomed between her thighs as she saw that Sam was wildly turned on by this new form of denial. His hand pumped up and down his cock frantically as his eyes roamed his girlfriend's perfect body, who was only feet away, having fun all by herself. Technically, it was mutual masturbation, but it didn't feel equal at all. It gave Monica a dizzying sense of power to hold her boyfriend back like this, and she couldn't help but twist the knife a little.

"I promised to tell you how the rest of the date went, didn't I, Tiger?" teased Monica in a voice that was dripping with pleasure. Her fingers made soft wet sounds now as they arched and swirled between her soft, splayed thighs. Her free hand rose to cup and squeeze and pinch the stiff nipple of one ripe breast as she watched her boyfriend's torment. "Well... Gus made one of my dreams come true! It sounds dramatic, but he did. He must have paid a couple hundred bucks to help me beat an overpriced arcade game that I've wanted to finish ever since I was little."

She could tell that Sam was having a hard time focusing on her words, and it was hard to blame him when he had the erotic sight of her beautiful naked body right in front of him. But right now she needed him to focus. She needed to gauge his reaction to what she was about to say. For a moment, she stopped the movement of her fingers on her overheated pussy, waiting until Sam's eyes rose to meet hers.

"Tonight, Gus did something for me that you wouldn't have been able to. And I really liked that. How does that make you feel?"

She could read the answer in her boyfriend's eyes. Shame and anger layered over a bottomless sea of arousal. He suddenly moved as if he was going to stand and approach her, but Monica's hand rose from between her legs, shaking a dripping finger. "Uh-uh. Use your words, big boy. I want you to tell me exactly how it feels." Her eyes zeroed in on his crotch, where Sam's hand was still wrapped tight around his throbbing erection.

"And keep stroking while you tell me. I know you want to."

...

Sam had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that he had never been hornier in his life. Monica was lying back on the bed, facing him, her wet pussy spread and on display between her lovely, parted legs, and yet she insisted on holding him back. It was humiliating to tug his cock and sit back when all that he wanted to do was fuck his girlfriend... but somehow that humiliating denial was hot too, for reasons he didn't really understand.

And now Monica had just dropped a bombshell. Up until now she had been very careful to reassure Sam that he was superior to the Ogre in every possible way. But she had just said that Gus had been able to give her an experience that Sam wouldn't be able to. And, as much as Sam hated to admit it, she wasn't wrong. He and Monica were broke college students. There was no way he could just drop a couple hundred bucks on an arcade game. But that was nothing for Gus. He had resources Sam simply couldn't match.

"Well, Tiger?" purred Monica, her blue eyes sharp as her delicate fingers began circling her clit once again. "Gus showed your lady an incredible time tonight. He really impressed me. Don't be shy now. Tell me how that makes you feel."

Sam felt hypnotized by the sight of his girlfriend's working hands. One made soft wet sounds as it parted her pink lips, rubbing again and against in precise little circular rubs. The other worked on her breasts one after the other, much more forcefully than the one between her legs, pulling and palming and pinching and squeezing, truly mauling the soft, ripe orbs. Sam wanted his hands there, not hers... but he was trapped in the game she insisted that he play.

"It makes me feel annoyed," said Sam heatedly. But even as he said it, his hand began stroking up and down his hard cock once again. "It makes me feel disrespected and small. Even if you're just appreciating him for his money..." Sam's throat worked as he tried to put his feelings into words. "... I don't know, it makes me feel like you are taking him too seriously! He's an old creep Monica. You know that. You can't let him in like that."

Monica smirked. "You're getting all worked up, baby," she said. Her eyes flicked down to her boyfriend's hand on his cock, then back up to his eyes. "In more ways than one. It really turns you on when I talk about him that way, doesn't it?"

Sam groaned, but his hand sped up. "Monica..."

"Don't deflect," she said with a giggle, her hand increasing speed to match his, "It's true! We both know it. It drives you crazy when I act like I appreciate Gus. Why is that, Tiger? I kissed his cheek tonight. I ignored your calls while he spent a bunch of money on me. But all of it just makes you harder. Why is that?"

"I don't fucking know!" groaned Sam, breathing heavily. "Every time I think of you with another man..."

"With another man?" asked Monica, with a wicked gleam in her eyes. "What an interesting way to put it. What do you imagine me doing with another man?" Her hand moved a fraction lower, two fingers dipping into her pussy and slowly pulsing in and out.

"I... I..." Sam couldn't breathe. His hand pumped furiously up and down his cock, squelching with precum. He couldn't stop staring at the way Monica was fingering her tight pink pussy. It felt like something inside him would break as the images rushed upward in his mind, filling him with dark, twisted lust. Gus's hulking, shadowy form pulling Monica's petite body close, feasting with his massive hands. Monica panting with desire, pinned under Gus's body as his massive cock positioned itself between her legs, then slid forward...

A growl slipped from Sam's throat and he lurched to his feet. Monica paused her enthusiastic self pleasure, grinning and saying, "Ah, ah, ah, Tiger. Not until you answer my..."

But Sam had run out of patience for his girlfriend's teasing game. He moved forward, mounting the bed aggressively and pinning his naughty girlfriend down to the mattress with a searing kiss. She made a sound of disapproval and tried to wriggle away, determined to continue with her taunting game, but Sam had had enough. His hands found Monica's wrists and pinned them down as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding forcefully into her mouth.

Monica surrendered with a muffled chuckle, melting into the kiss and wrapping her legs around her boyfriend's hips, pulling him close. Sam pulled away a little, staring down into his girlfriend's grinning face. "You don't need to know where my mind went, because none of that is ever going to fucking happen," he said in a heated voice. His cock was already teasing the entrance of Monica's wet pussy, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hold himself back for long. "It doesn't matter how much money that old, fat fuck has; he's never going to fucking have you. Because you're mine. Understand?"

"Talk is cheap," whispered Monica, looking up at him with bedroom eyes. Her chest was heaving with passion, calling attention to the erect, rosy nipples tipping her perfect tits. "If you feel so strongly about it, why don't you show me?"

Sam didn't need any further invitation. He thrust forward with a savage grunt, spearing his girlfriend's hot wet pussy in one thrust. She was so warmed up and ready for him at that point that he sank in like a hot knife through butter, balls deep in her welcoming wetness in an instant. He kept her arms pinned down to the bed as he began thrusting in deep, confident strokes, leaning down once again to capture her sweet lips in another kiss.

Suddenly, Sam remembered why all of the teasing and distress were worth it. He could feel Monica's slick, silky walls gripping him tight with every stroke. It set a savage joy burning in his heart. No matter what terrifying, strangely erotic imagery his mind conjured up, the fucking Ogre would never have this pleasure. Gus was just a tool that he and Monica were using to spice up their sex life.

"You're mine," growled Sam, plunging into Monica's pussy over and over, pushing into her deepest depths with his thrusting cock. "I want to hear you say it."

Monica bit her lip and giggled, rolling her hips to squeeze him even tighter with her internal walls. "Make me," she said in a bratty tone, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim bedroom light.

Sam took her up on the challenge. His hands moved instinctively to grip his girlfriend's knees, bending them back toward her ears and letting him penetrate even deeper into her tight pussy. His body and mind were on fire with desperate, dominant lust. Monica moaned beneath him, reaching up to cup the back of his head and pull him back into a kiss.

Their tongues tangled wetly, their hot breath mingling as Sam pushed railed Monica's wet pussy. He could feel the hot, hard points of her nipples press into his chest as their bodies rubbed against each other, glowing with sexual heat and gleaming with sweat from the exertion of the rough sex.

Sam was possessed by a desperate need to reclaim what was his. He needed Monica to give in and break the teasing character she had adopted. He wanted to hear her say that he was the only one, and that the only interest she had in their gross old professor was as a tool to tease him. He channeled that need into his pumping cock and his swirling tongue, hot breath whistling in his throat as his hips snapped forward over and over, driving his cock between the clinging lower lips of the woman he loved.

Monica writhed beneath him, moans building in the back of her throat, muffled by Sam's swirling tongue. Sam could sense her resistance breaking down, dissolved by sexual pleasure. He felt a rush of power. He was the one doing this. He was the only one who could make her feel this way. The only man for her. He pulled away from the kiss, never stopping the deep, steady rhythm of his hips. His hand rose to softly grip his girlfriend's delicate throat as he looked down into her arousal-hazed eyes. It was time.

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded roughly. "Who's your man, Monica?" He could tell they were both on the edge after the long session of teasing, but he held himself back. Reestablishing their connection was essential before they orgasmed together. This powerful moment had been what the whole date was about.

For a second, he thought that Monica might refuse. She stared up at him biting her lip, clearly trying to decide whether to give in and submit to the pleasure rolling through her or continue to defy him and tease him about Gus.

It was a beautiful thing to watch as the pleasure of the cock pounding into her, and the dominant gesture of the hand on her throat broke her will. Finally, Monica submitted, gripping Sam's cock tight with her pussy as she moaned, "You Sam... Oh God, only you. He's nothing to me. I only went out with that old slob to make you jealous. You're the only one I want."

It was the answer Sam had been dying to hear. He bore down harder now, his balls slapping wetly against Monica's ass with every desperate thrust. He gasped for breath, kissing Monica's neck. He was right on the edge of cumming now, and he could feel that Monica was right there as well.

"Fuck the Ogre," he growled into Monica's ear.

She let out a light gasp, her pussy pulsing around his cock. "Wh-what?"

"Fuck that guy," insisted Sam heatedly. "I want to hear you say it." His whole body was flushed with dominant heat, his cock swollen and ready to burst. He wanted to hear Monica say one last time how little Gus Pfeiffer meant to her.

"Fuck the Ogre," whimpered Monica, her hips griding upward into Sam's pumping cock, milking him with every stroke. Her thighs were trembling now. She was mere moments from cumming.

"Fuck that guy," agreed Sam as he began to tip over the edge into orgasm. "Fuck his money and his weasely plans and his smug fucking face! Fuck the Ogre!"

"Fucck Gussss," moaned Monica, her whole body tensing as she began to cum. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming, Sam! Fucccck! I love you! I love you sooo much!"

Her breathy moans sent Sam over the edge as well, grunting in satisfaction as he continued to thrust. He felt his balls tighten, and then the blazing release of orgasm overtake him. Monica moaned beneath him, reaching up needily to tangle her fingers in his hair and steal another deep kiss. Sam could feel the bond between them reforged by the powerful shared climax. He filled his girlfriend's pussy to the brim with a hot load of cum while her back arched and her pussy clung to him, squeezing every drop from his balls. In that moment, everything was perfect. The rest of the night had been torture, but this just reinforced why Sam had agreed to this in the first place. Nothing beat the rush of danger and jealousy, followed by the massive catharsis of proving Monica was his once again.

When every last drop of cum had drained from Sam's balls deep into Monica's greedy pussy, Sam sighed and fell to the side, limp with sexual satisfaction and emotional relief. Monica rolled over with a lazy grin, snuggling up to his side and throwing a knee up to drape over his thigh possessively. The position made Sam feel like a stud... a sensation he welcomed at the moment.

"Fuck that was hot," panted Monica, giggling breathlessly and kissing his sweaty shoulder.

Sam laughed as well, throwing his arm around her and pulling her close. "It was, wasn't it? You were really merciless this time... But what was that thing with the masturbating and staring at each other about?"

"I just thought that denying you a little might get you even more desperate," she said warmly, caressing his heaving chest with gentle fingers. "And I think it worked! Did you not like it?"

Sam shrugged. "No, it was fine. I mean, obviously it got me pumped up to sit back and watch you finger yourself. After a while I just had to pounce!" He was smoothing over the truth, at least a little bit. It had been sort of a strange request on Monica's part... but all was well that ended well. This session had ended up just as satisfying as the first date.

"Mmmm, yeah, that was hot," purred Monica, snuggling closer. "I loved it when you just took over. I want to see more of that next time."

Next time. The words seemed to echo in Sam's mind. It was something they had been dancing around a little. Had this just been a one-time experiment, or were they planning on doing this kind of thing as a long-term arrangement? Monica seemed to have made up her mind, but Sam wasn't so sure. On the one hand, he couldn't deny how hot it had been. On the other, sometimes in the course of the evening, Monica's teasing had felt almost dangerous. Sam wanted to trust his girlfriend, and everything had turned out fine in the end, but there was still a sense of disquiet that he couldn't quite shake.

He decided to worry about it another time. For now his woman was at his side and all was right with the world. Unpleasant thoughts could wait. But before he forgot...

Sam reached out and picked up his phone and sent a text to Gus with a little twist of distaste to his mouth.

[Hey. We're all good.]

...

Monica snuggled against her boyfriend, feeling the warm, reforged connection between them as his breathing slowed and evened out. This evening had gone exactly how she wanted. A little harmless fun with Gus, some spicy teasing of her loving boyfriend, then the deep sexual satisfaction of Sam taking charge and putting her firmly in her place with his perfect cock.

Well... there had been that one little wrinkle. But it wasn't a big deal. Just a mistake, both by her and Gus. She had been about to tell Sam after sex, just to put everything on the table and prevent any misunderstandings.

But now, when the heat of the moment had passed, she decided it was a mistake to tell him. After all, what had happened was unintentional; just a product of high spirits and too many drinks. It wouldn't happen ever again, and hearing about it would just freak Sam out unnecessarily.

Monica felt a little pang of guilt over keeping it from Sam, but she consoled herself with the fact that she hadn't technically left anything out.

After all, she had told Sam that losing her mini-golf bet had led to a kiss... it wasn't her fault that he assumed she meant the kiss on the cheek.

...

"Fuck!" snarled Monica as the machine flashed the word "CONTINUE?" in bloody red letters once again. She had always thought that the machine was sort of a rip-off, but the final boss encounter proved it. It was completely unfair. You could barely get a few shots in at the Alien queen before fast moving minions popped up and erased your health. If Gus hadn't been bankrolling the playthrough, she would have given up several lives ago.

Gus was unperturbed. He fed yet another five dollar bill into the machine with a wink. "You think that I'm going to need to go break another hundred, princess?" he asked with a plummy chuckle. "Because it sort of seems like you might need it."

"Very funny," grumbled Monica, trying to focus on the game through the unfamiliar haze of alcohol. This time she managed to pop one of the monstrous alien queen's bulbous eyeballs, but a second later, the minions were back. Monica tried to track and destroy them, but she missed multiple times, and a second later her health was depleted once again. She glared at Gus as he leaned down and fed yet another five into the blinking machine. "Well if it looks so easy to you, why don't you help me out?" she asked sourly.

"Gladly," said Gus with a shrug of his massive shoulders, sidling closer. "I thought you would never ask." Monica turned back to the screen ready for the fight to restart. She expected Gus to take his place beside her, picking up the extra gun.

Instead, alarmingly, he moved right behind her, reaching out to put his broad, strong hand over hers as she aimed the gun at the screen.

Monica immediately jumped back as if burned, dropping the gun and staring at Gus wide eyed, her heartbeat suddenly thumping in her chest. "Gus! You can't do that!" she protested weakly, rubbing her hand where he had touched her. "It's against the rules." In other circumstances, a touch on the hand like that might be almost innocuous... but for a moment, the sensation of the Professor's massive body looming behind hers had sparked a feeling inside her that she couldn't explain, and the touch of his hand on hers had felt dangerous.

Gus reached down and picked up the gun that Monica had dropped in her panic. On the screen, the minions were already making short work of the health bar. "Oh come on, sweetheart," Gus said with a disarming grin. "You're making a big deal out of nothing. You want to win, don't you? I used to put in a lot of hours at the shooting range as a hobby. If I help you out, you can claim victory and go home happy."

He held the gun out to her as the continue message flashed onto the screen once again, counting down from twenty. Monica bit her lip. Winning had always been important to her... and the rule against touching was about sexual stuff, not Gus helping her out at winning a video game. Would it really be a big deal?

"Come on," said Gus softly. "You remember what I won from the mini-golf game? You're not supposed to worry this much about following the rules."

Monica hesitantly reached out and accepted the gun from his hand. Gus pulled out another five and fed it into the machine just in time before the continue countdown ended.

The bombastic music of the final boss battle started up once again. This time, when Gus settled in behind her and put his hand on hers, Monica didn't flinch away. Her skin tingled where his rough skin touched hers. It was a little hard to focus on the screen with his massive bulk looming behind her.

"Alright, pay attention now, princess," came his gravelly voice in her ear, sending a tingle down Monica's spine. "I'm going to help you out a little bit, but you're going to do most of the work. Just relax and go with the flow."

Monica nodded, and the alien queen emerged from her cryopod once again. This time it did feel different. Monica had expected that with Gus's heavy bulk crowding behind her and his hand on hers, she would be too distracted to make any progress at all, but for some reason she was in the zone. The queen's eye was destroyed in what felt like a second, and when the fast-moving minions appeared, Monica was able to effectively track them for the first time. Gus's touch was light and sparing, but he hadn't been lying about being an effective marksman. His subtle guidance helped Monica hit the targets with ease.

Monica felt the rush of approaching victory as she burst the boss's other eye. More minions appeared, but now she was confident that they couldn't beat her anymore. With Gus's help, she was invincible. They didn't stand a chance. When the last of the minions were cleared from the screen, a glowing gem appeared in the middle of the alien queen's forehead, and Gus's hand helped her to aim true. The final boss exploded in a shower of green gore, and it was all over. Monica crowed in delight as the victory screen popped up, complete with showers of confetti.

Without even thinking about it, she turned and threw her arms around Gus. It could have been the warm buzz of the alcohol in her system. More likely, it was the rush of victory; a feeling that Monica lived for. In the moment, it felt perfectly natural to celebrate with the man who had made her hard-fought victory possible, both with his financial support, and his guidance at the end.

It was only when her arms had wrapped around Gus's bulk and his massive arms engulfed her in turn did Monica fully realize how far she had gone, blowing completely past the agreed upon rules. Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared up with wide eyes into Gus's face. His features no longer held his usual infuriating smirk. Instead he smoldered with a hunger that made Monica's belly fill with butterflies.

There was suddenly a dangerous, crackling tension between them. Monica could feel the power resting in this older, larger man's body. She felt weak and delicate in his arms. The warm fuzziness of the alcohol and the thrill of victory already had her body pulsing with adrenaline.

Monica had never considered Gus an attractive man. In fact, she had laughed at the very thought that other college girls agreed to go on dates with him. But in that strange, heated moment, she got it. All night Gus had demonstrated his confidence. His power. His resources. He wasn't traditionally attractive, but he was a man who was bold and daring enough to reach out and take what he wanted, rules be damned. And right, now Monica was what he wanted. That thought had an odd heat all its own.

Monica couldn't explain why she didn't pull away when Gus craned his neck down. She should have. She knew that. She didn't have any interest in Gus; it wasn't right. But still, something kept her frozen as Gus's lips met hers and his powerful, muscled arms pulled her soft body tight to him.

As she turned the memory over in her mind over the next few days, Monica wished that she could say she was simply shocked and frozen as it happened. But that wasn't the truth. She made a mistake in that moment. She kissed him back. Her lips gripped his. Her arms returned his squeeze. And when his thick tongue slipped experimentally into her mouth, her tongue flicked curiously to meet it.

One of Gus's hands moved, seeking and grabbing her wrist... tugging it downward between them to his crotch. Monica was caught in his spell, not thinking at all, just going with the flow and letting herself be guided just like Gus had done a few minutes before with the gun. Gus moved her hand down to a shockingly large bulge, throbbing and rock hard.

Her fingers hesitated, then gave it a light squeeze...

"You can't do that here," said a tired voice.

The outside observer made the reality of the situation hit Monica like a ton of bricks. She leapt away from Gus, blushing furiously and unsure what had come over her. A thin, bored-looking employee stood nearby with a broom and one of those dustbins on a stick. "I mean... you guys should know better than to... you know... in public."

"We weren't...!" began Monica, almost dying of embarrassment.

Gus cut her off with a hand on her shoulder, saying, "Sorry about that, buddy. Won't happen again."

The employee grunted and moved away, and Monica awkwardly shrugged off Gus's hand. She didn't even know what to say to him. How had she let things go that far? She couldn't even look him in the eyes. Her stomach flipped and squirmed.

"Monica," said Gus calmly, calling her attention back to him. "I'm sorry."

That settled her a little. She had been half-worried that Gus would try something else with her, but an apology was a good sign. She managed to take a deep breath and look into his solemn brown eyes, wringing her hands. "Gus... that was bad. That kind of thing just can't happen. I'm only doing this whole thing for my boyfriend."

"I agree. It was a mistake," said Gus firmly. "We both just got carried away with the drinks and winning the game. It won't happen again."

Monica stared at him with a conflicted expression, then nodded. "Right. Yeah. It had better not. A kiss on the cheek is one thing, but something like that..." For some reason, the spark of heat she had felt wasn't completely going away. Monica closed her eyes and cupped her hot cheeks in her hands. She felt all mixed up now. How the fuck did that happen? With Gus? He's gross! Isn't he?

"I think it's time you got home," said Gus gently. "You still need to show your man the time of his life, right? I bet he is all heated up and ready for you at this point."

Monica nodded, the spark of heat inside her growing hotter. That was right. This whole evening was all about Sam, so when you thought about it, it was really just starting. "So... that was just a little mistake right?" she confirmed, looking sidelong at Gus. "One that we won't repeat?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," said Gus solemnly.

"The last thing I would want is to get between you and your boyfriend."