Chapter 8

• BRIAN
• I want to cry when I see her pull her panties and shorts back on, hiding that beautiful pussy from me. My cock feels like it’s going to explode at any second, and there’s a large wet stain on the front of my pants from Mandy’s perfect pussy. If I think about how good she’d tasted or how tight and wet her cunt had felt clutching at my finger, I’ll lose what little restraint I have left, so instead I watch her climb over the seat and stifle a groan at the sight of her sweet little ass sticking up in the air before getting out to walk around to the driver’s side.
• She buckles herself in and sets the stuffed dog in between her legs. Once we’re on the road, I reach over and rest my hand on her thigh because not touching her is just not an option. She smiles and rests her hand on mine. I can’t believe I let things go as far as they did, but I know I’d do it all over again if given the chance. I can’t say no to her. There’s no denying that I’m in love with her. I just don’t want to make her feel like she has to be with me. What if this is just a crush for her? The thought of her being with another man hurts worse than I want to admit, but I don’t want her to be with me if she doesn’t really want to be.