[u][t][center]Part 5: Lucky 13[/center][/t][/u]

“Mmm…C-Conner.”

Millie lay in bed, one paw fondling a breast while her legs squeezed the other paw, rubbing her clit and running fingers through her slit.  Gray points of dawn light pushed their way through the blinds, casting the young dragon’s bedroom in a dull gray hue.  Her phone lay half-concealed by her sheets, the screen illuminating her tense face in a blue-white glow.  She huffed, desperate to both ride a peak of climax and keep herself from making enough noise to attract her parents’ attention.  This was not easy, but she had quickly learned the art of stealthy masturbation since her first explorations.  After two months she thought she had gotten pretty good at it – both the stealth and the pleasure.

Connor’s encouragement helped, of course.  Her first naughty pic to him had not been the last, and soon the young dragon realized she could prank him with her illicit photos.  She quickly found how much she enjoyed finding ways to fluster him, and every reaction she got simply emboldened her.  Her pictures became more explicit, more revealing.  Fortunately he took her teasing in stride; he started taking pictures of his own, ones that were equally sensual and matched her, tease for tease – bare chests, crotch bulges, tents, and even one shot of his rod peeking out of his boxers.  

Then, in a bout of controlled sexual tension, Connor suggested sexting.  Mills had not considered using texts as a way to encourage physical intimacy, but after a few awkward sessions she was a natural.  She made sure to use the sex ed site Connor had sent her to help fill in the gaps in her general knowledge – the section on common sex-related terms was especially useful.  Outside of that, it was just a matter of learning the kinds of things Connor liked.

Mills shook her head, realizing she had gotten distracted in her reminiscing.  She looked back through her current conversation with the wolf:

[color=green][b]Mornin’ cutie[/b][/color]

Let me know when you’re up

[color=#729fcf][b]Hey!

Well you’re up early

Yeah, stupid body still on school time XP

Happy birthday!

Aw, thanks!

I didn’t know if you would remember

Now what kind of boyfriend would I be

Forgetting such an important date?

<3

Would you like a little present since you’re up so early?

Ooh…yes plz!

Imagine I’m spooning in bed w/ you

You’re nestled with your back against my chest

The paw under your head reaches around

And starts petting your scaly tummy

Then sneaks under your shirt and up to your chest

Mmmm

I push myself into your chest

I pull you in as close as possible

Can I feel your bulge?

Mhm

Right against your cute little butt

I rub against it

Trying to make it bigger

I grind against you

And reach into your pants with my free paw

Are you wearing panties?

Nope :3

I stroke your slit

And make little circles around your clit with my thumb

“Connor…you m-meany,” Mills sighed under her breath, having resumed her jilling as she read.  She pausing long enough to type a response:

Ahh, I’m so wet

I push my pj pants down

So I can feel your bulge better

Oooh

I’ll do you one better

I work the front of my boxers down

And slide my bare cock

Between your thighs

It’s hot and twitching

I rub it against your pussy

As I play w/ your clit

“Ah, no!”  Mills gasped as she picked up the pace to the image of a male’s hot shaft between her legs, “no fair!”  Her pillow was the only thing that kept her squeals of ecstasy from waking the rest of the house as Connor’s words pushed the young dragon well past the brink.  It took her a few moments before she could recover and make sure she properly thanked her lover.

I squeeze my thighs around you

My pussy is so wet

You slide back and forth easily

Unf!

I’m getting close

Me too…

Mmm!

C-cumming!

This time it took Connor a few moments before he could reply.

Woof…you didn’t have to do that

But thank you <3

Didn’t wanna give you…

What did you call it?

lol, blue balls

Since it was your present, was it good for you?

Mhm!

Your cock between my thighs was a nice touch

It surprised me

Those cums are the best ;3

Glad you enjoyed it :-)

It was a nice birthday present ^///^

Well, just so you know

That wasn’t your actual birthday
present ;-)

!!!

Ooh, what is it!

Gimme!

Haha, gotta be patient

But since it’ll require some help from you…

I wanted us to do a video chat

O_O

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

LOL, I knew you’d be excited

OMGOMGOMG

But we’ll need to do it when nobody is there to overhear us…

Y’know?

Ooooh, right

Probably not today, then

I’ll tell you as soon as I know a free night

Ok?

That’ll work ;-)

Wish I could be there to celebrate
in-person

Me too…

:(

Eat an extra slice of cake for me?

Haha, if mom or dad don’t stop me >:)

I love you, Connor <3

I love you too!

Imma miss you today…

Well, you have a chat date to look
forward to ;-)

*nods*

*hugs!*

*hugs back*

Have a good day @ work <3

Mills sighed as she turned off her phone screen.  It was times like this that reminded her how much she wished Connor didn’t need to be a secret.  Even if more of their current antics were more provocative than when they first met, the pair still had a lot of fun talking about common interests.  Connor was fun, in bed and out – it was that simple.  And it would be nice for him to be around more often.

Mills shifted her legs absently, then frowned.  She hadn’t lied about going commando, and now there was an unpleasant amount of dampness clinging to the inside of her pants.

“Might as well get dressed then,” she muttered, looking at her phone’s clock.  7:23 am.  On summer break.  Dangit.

There had better be some good snacks at the party, or else I’ll be passed out asleep before dinner.

*	*	*

“…Happy Birthday, dear Millie.  Happy Birthday to you!”

The singing gave way to an expectant pause, the sound of blowing, and a cheer.  Mills looked around the room at the small group, and wished she could just crawl under the dining room table.  She hated being the center of attention like this; she was always more of a wallflower, and proud of it.  But these were people she liked, people she trusted, people who were excited to celebrate with her.  All except one, of course.

“Ok, sweetie, which piece do you want?”

Mills chose a corner piece before worming her way out of the gaggle of friends and family who had gathered for this little party.  Making her way to the couch, she was soon joined by Jennie and Sarah.  Both had recently come back from their respective vacations, and Mills was eager to hear any stories they had to tell.

“The beach was fun!” Jennie said through a mouthful of cake before swallowing, “you know how Southport is, full of tourist traps and too many people.  But the sand is nice, even if it gets everywhere.”

“Find anything fun this time?” Mills asked.

“Oh heck yeah, just a sec!”  She ran to her bag by the front door, returning with a paper bag and a box.

“First, check these out,” Jennie poured the contents of the bag onto the coffee table.  Mills and Sarah oo’d and ah’d at the variety of shells, shark teeth, and sea glass spread out on the table.  The pride of the collection was clearly the intact sand dollar, though.

“Glad I was able to find this under a big driftwood log as the tide was going out,” she explained, “I also found some snail shells, but I left them in case there were hermit crabs who needed homes.”

“Awwww, that’s so sweet!”  The other two girls cooed.

“Did you get pictures at least?”

“Yeah, I’ll show ‘em to you later.”  Jennie handed the box to Mills, “First, happy birthday!”

Mills took the container curiously.  Untying the twine that fastened the box shut and carefully lifting its lid, Mills gasped.  Reaching in she withdrew a cloudy blue-green orb about the size of a softball, wrapped in a weave of tough, stained, finger-width rope.

“I found that under the same log as the sand dollar,” Jennie explained, “dad and uncle Jeff said it was a glass fishing float that broke off a net on the other side of the ocean.  Sometimes they drift for years before washing up on beaches all over.  When I found it, I thought it just about matches your scales…so I figured you should have it.”

“It’s so pretty!” Mills quickly set it down and hugged her friend, “thank you so much!”  Mills tried her best to keep her voice from hitching, but couldn’t keep either of her friends from noticing when she wiped her eyes.

“I’m glad I had something special for you today, teenager.”

“Oh, I almost forgot.  Sarah, how was the reunion?”

“I-it was ok,” Sarah looked caught off-guard, “just lots of family in one place.”

“Do anything fun?”

“Yeah…hiking, swimming, mom and Aunt Kelly took a bunch of us ziplining.”

“Ooh!” Jennie exclaimed, “I’m not sure if I could zipline…heights give me the willies.”

“It was really fun…like pretending to be a feral bird, flying through the trees.”

Mills looked excited at the description.  “Maybe I can convince mom and dad to do that next time we go on vacation.”

“Oh, why don’t I give you my presents now, since Jennie already gave hers.”  The chickadee scampered away and came back with her arms behind her back.

“Sorry I didn’t get a chance to wrap these…close your eyes and hold out your paws.”

Mills obeyed, and felt her friend place something soft but heavy in her outstretched paws.

“Ok, open!”

Mills looked down to see a heap of souvenirs: a bag of old-fashioned hard candy, a sack of uncut semi-precious gemstones, and a t-shirt from Soarin’ Canopy.

“I know it isn’t a pretty glass float, but I hope you like these…”

“Aw, you know how much I love these candies and about my collection of shiny rocks!  The shirt is super soft too,”  she gave her friend an excited hug.  “It’s not a competition; I’m not Liz.”

The trio laughed at the comparison.

“By the way,” Sarah said, “did you hear Liz got in trouble about…you know what?”

“Wait, really?”  Mills was shocked.

“Yeah, my brother heard from somebody that Liz is, like, mega-grounded or something.”

“Oooh,” Mills felt bad for Liz, even if she kind of had it coming.  Then again, it wasn’t like Millie had any moral high ground, since the only difference was she had earned her parents’ trust to the point that they didn’t seem to suspect anything.  It also helped that she hadn’t been on FurHub since she had gotten Connor’s number.  It reminded her that maybe she should delete her account to fully cover her tracks…

“Ok, but get this,” Sarah continued, “I think he said her username was HornyLizard69!”

“Oh my gosh” Jennie laughed, “that’s so unsubtle it’s funny…kinda gross, but still funny.”

“How did she even manage that?”  Mills cackled, wiping mirthful tears out of her eyes, “the site isn’t new…I would’ve thought someone else would already have that username for sure!”

“Dunno,” Sarah shrugged, grinning.  “Ok, no more talking about Lizzie Fart-let.”

“Please don’t call her that,” Mills replied, “but agreed.”

“Um, Mills,” Jennie looked to make sure the adults were still chatting in the dining room, “since we’re kinda already talking about you-know-where…are you still talking to that guy?”

“U-um…what guy?”

“Mills, that was bad, even by your standards.”

“Ugh, I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Did something happen?”

“No, I just…haven’t been on FurHub in a while.”

“Oh, so it’s just over?”

“Yup, haven’t chatted with anyone there in…weeks? Months?”

“Oh, ok…I just assumed that, since you were crushing so hard at the end of school, it would’ve been harder to stop.”

“I mean, I only talked to him once or twice.  Then I didn’t want to get in trouble, so I stopped logging in.”

“Ok…at least everything turned out fine in the end.”

“Mhm!  Hey, check out this new board game my parents gave me!”

Even as she started to set up the game, Millie’s conscience was screaming at her for cherry-picking the facts.  No matter how many times she told herself that everything she said was true, she could not convince the part of her that felt like she lied.  Again.  The only saving grace was that neither of her friends pressed the issue further.  The rest of the afternoon was instead spent playing games of all sorts, and all the gossip and drama they had brought up was all but forgotten by the time the guests said their goodbyes.

*	*	*

It wasn’t until the following Friday that Millie was able to keep her call date with Connor.  In that time, the wolf had been coy about sexting or sharing lewd photos.  When she asked, all Mills got from him was that he was “saving it for their date.”  Now Mills sat on her bed in her pajamas, headphones ringing with the chat dial tone, waiting for Connor to pick up.  She was equal parts nervous, excited, and, as a consequence of Connor’s recent withdrawal, frustrated.  She couldn’t help but think his blue-balling her was payback for all the times she had sent him pics while he was in public, and couldn’t really blame him if that was true.

The dial tone gave way to a blank screen as the call connected.

“Hello?  Connor?”  Mills could hear shuffling around on the other end of the line as Connor’s screen flickered to life.  The screen was taken up by a familiar gray muzzle.

“Hey, Mills, you there?”

“Oh my gosh, it’s you!”

The face retreated back far enough that Connor’s full face was visible.  “Hey, there she is!  Sorry about that…I’m using my laptop and it seems like it forgot half my settings.”

“It’s ok, at least you have a laptop.  I was hoping to get one this year, but I think mom and dad are waiting until after I’m in high school.”

“Well, you still look pretty either way.”

Mills smiled shyly, feeling some heat rise in her cheeks.  “So…how was your week?”

“Not so bad.  Bracing for schools to reopen in the fall; that’s when we get most of our business.”

“Oof, so you have our schedule, but don’t get a summer break?”

“Nope…gotta have warm butts in seats in case a school or other local team decides to get started on gear early.  If only they did; everyone would be happier.”

“I’m sorry, Connor.  Mom and Dad talk about nightmare clients sometimes, and it sounds like you are in the same boat too…”

“Yup, but I’m not in that boat right now.  Right now I wanna talk to my sweet girlfriend.”

“Heeeeee,” Mills covered her cheeks with her paws, trying to hide her blush, “you’re sweet too!”

“So did your party go well?”

“Uh-huh!  Mom always gets the best cake.  My friends also got me presents from their vacations.  Sarah got me all these souvenirs that she knew I liked, and Jennie found this on the beach,” Mills flipped her phone camera and walked over to her dresser to highlight her latest treasure.

“Whoa!  Is that a fishing float?”

“Mhm!  Jennie found it half-buried under a driftwood log…”

“Wow, those are supposed to be super rare to find in the wild.  Usually the ones you find online are all mass-produced to be sold as souvenirs.  You sure she didn’t just make it up?”

“Nuh-uh, Jennie doesn’t fake stuff like that.  Her dad also confirmed it,” Mills settled back down on her bed, “said he was as surprised as anyone that Jennie had spotted it, given how many people visit Southport and would be watching for a find like that.”

“Oh yeah, for sure!  Well, I’ll bet you were excited to get something so special.”

“Mhm!  Oh, btw I wanted to tell you this earlier but you were being a meanie so it kept slipping my mind.”

Connor laughed.  “Ok, shoot.”

“So I finally found out the username of the person who told me about FurHub.  Did you ever meet a…HornyLizard69?”

“Heh, nic—” Connor’s eyes suddenly went wide, “wait, hold on.”  He leaned forward, clearly typing on his laptop.  “Oh my god, you were friends with her!?”

“Is everything ok?”

“I mean yeah, but…Mills, your friend had a reputation.  There was this code word used around FurHub, especially places like the Hunting Grounds: HLS…HornyLizard Slut.”

“Oh…” Mills felt really bad all of a sudden.  “I…never saw it.”

“Well, that was what folks on there called her, mostly because she wouldn’t stop trying to proposition folks.  She could be really pushy too…”

“I mean, that sounds right…was she really putting out that bad?  That everyone was using names like that for her?”

“Yeah, I think the mods were about ready to ban her too.  But Millie, I just want you to know…one of the people she tried to proposition was…me.”

“What?!?”  Mills nearly dropped her phone.

“To be fair, I don’t think she knew who I was…”

“She better not!  I’ve only mentioned you once to Jennie and Sarah.  Never told them your username or your real name.  And I trust them not to bring that up with anyone else, especially Liz.”

“Ok, that’s good to know.”

“What did she…say to you?”

“Do you want me to read you her pickup line?”

“Not really, but I wanna know, so go ahead.”

“‘Hey, Howler, saw you on the anime boards.  Wanna see my “sexy-jutsu?”’”

“Huh?”

“It’s a really dumb anime reference…some kid ninja who has the ability to transform into a sexy girl for…some reason.  Point is, she doesn’t actually know anything about anime; it doesn’t get better from there.”

“Ok, call me a jealous girlfriend, but did you two…do anything together?”

“Oh hell no!  You want to learn another fun piece of sex advice?”

“I guess…”

“‘Don’t stick your dick in crazy.’”

Mills roared with laughter, and Connor joined in.  For several minutes all that could be heard was the pair trying and failing to calm down.

“Oh my gosh,” Millie finally said, wiping tears from her eyes, “I did not expect that.  But yeah, Liz can be…a lot.”

“Bona fide, certi— wait, Liz!?”  Connor started to crack up all over again, “oh, that is the worst!  Please tell me she isn’t a herp.”

“Nope, raccoon.”

“I was going to say, what kinda cruel parent would name their scalie kid Liz?  But anyway, yeah.  Don’t stick dick in crazy, and that girl was certifiable.”

“I hate to be so mean to her…she gets so much crap at school, even if she deserves most of it.  But I would kick her ass when school starts up again if she had led you on.  Might still do it…”

“Honestly I’m glad she got in trouble with her parents…there’s a reason for the age restriction, and she’s safer not trying to seduce people significantly older than her.”

“But I’m ok?”  Mills suddenly felt really self-conscious.  The more critical part of her didn’t feel like there was a difference between her actions and Lizzie’s.  Fortunately Connor had noticed the change in her mood.

“Mills, three things.  First, I saw you deleted your account, and I’m proud of you for that; everyone is safer if you follow those guidelines and stay off there until you’re a legal adult.  Second, you didn’t seduce me; you wanted to hang out with adults who share your interests.  While you chose the wrong place to do that, there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with that desire.  And when you confessed to me, it was after a lot of hangouts where that topic never came up.  To me that’s how romance should work.  Finally, to pat myself on the back a little bit, I got to you first.  I’m not sure other users on FurHub would have been so understanding…you would’ve gotten into a lot of trouble, either with the mods or some creep trying to take advantage.  So yes, you’re 100% ok.”

“I’m not crazy?”

“Mills, the only crazy you are is crazy cute.”  Connor leaned into the camera, “and I would totally stick my dick in cute.”

Millie felt the tingle in her loins and the burning in her cheeks as Connor leaned back.

“I think you’d like me to get on with it, huh?  Ready for your birthday present?”

“Mhm!”

“Ok, then let me start by unwrapping it for you…”

Mills tried to conceal a gasp as Connor slowly worked his shirt up over his head, pulling his arms out of the sleeves and tossing it out of frame.  Then he lifted himself off the couch slightly, unfastening his jeans and pulling them down past his knees before sitting down again and stepping out of them.

“Want me to do more?”

“Uh…uh-huh,” Mills nodded, resisting the urge to touch herself despite the temptation.  “But, what if someone sees you?”

“I don’t have a roomie,” Connor smiled, grabbing the waistband of his boxer briefs and inching them down his thighs, “as long as you aren’t expecting company, then we have each other all to ourselves.”

“O-ok, cool,” Mills replied, feeling hotter by the minute as Connor completed his strip tease.  His fur coat was various shades of beige and white with flecks of brown or black.  Besides having a little bit of a belly he looked to be in excellent shape.  But what really caught Millie’s attention was his fuzzy sheath and balls.

“W-why aren’t you hard?”  Mills could feel herself tripping over words in her embarrassment and excitement.

“I guess I might need a little bit of encouragement…think you can help?”

Mills just nodded.  She tried to imitate Connor’s sensual technique as she removed her pajamas, but quickly resorted to just unceremoniously squirming out of her shirt and pants while her phone was balanced at the foot of her bed.

“Gonna get those panties too?”

Mills shook her head as she retrieved her phone.  It wasn’t the first time he had asked, nor the first time she had refused.  The one thing she still felt self conscious about was showing Connor her bare pussy over the internet.  Fortunately Connor never pressed the issue.

“That’s ok…can you at least give me a closeup before we continue?”

“Mhm…” the young dragon brought the camera up to her mound, pulling on her panties to accentuate her camel-toe.

“Mouthwatering Mini Mills mound,” Connor sighed, “a mighty morsel!”

“Sh-shut up, you…weirdo,” Mills clamped her paws over her mouth, embarrassed by her feeble attempts to talk dirty.

“Your comebacks could use some work, but you certainly have come a long way from the start of the summer,” Connor sighed as his wolf cock slowly began to emerge from his sheath.  “I guess that’s part of what I love about you.”

“I…I l-l-lo—“ Mills swallowed, trying to dislodge the frog in her throat.

“Shhhh, Mills, it’s ok.  Just let your fingers do the talking right now, ok?”

Mills nodded, one paw reaching up to tease a pert nipple while the other slipped under her panties to stroke her slit.  Her body reacted immediately, and she sighed lustily as the first wave of pleasure in a week washed over her.  Her nipples became hard in seconds, but were quickly forgotten in favor of her dragon cookie; Mills went from alternating between stimulating her slit and her clit, to using one paw to stroke her pussy lips while the other made circles around her nub.

“Hey Mills,” Connor grunted.  Millie looked down to see Connor’s canid cock standing fully erect.  “Have you tried putting a finger inside yet?”

“O-oh…no,” she mumbled, pausing her masturbation, “I thought that you only put a cock inside a pussy.”

“Nope,” Connor chuckled, “you can use your finger if you want.  Just be sure to relax as you go in…if you tighten up it might hurt.  And take it slow.  We aren’t in a rush here.”

“Ok,” Mills gave out a sigh, just trying to focus on the feeling and the sexy grunts and sighs Connor was making.  She worked the hand stroking her slit lower and lower, until eventually she found her vaginal opening.  She decided to start with just a fingertip, easing it into the opening.  Like her first time playing with herself, she was hit with all new sensations of pleasure the moment her paw entered.  There was a feeling of fullness and an involuntary clenching as her single digit intruded into her virgin canal.  And again she encountered the mix of fear and arousal, except this time it was not a foreign response.  She simply sighed and tried to relax.

“Good girl,” she heard Connor mutter through her headphones, “imagine it’s me…that you’re taking my cock for the first time.”

“Mmmm…I wanna, Connor.  I want you inside me.”

“Ok, I’m coming in.  We’ll take it slow.”

Mills pressed her finger in until she couldn’t stand the discomfort, then withdrew.

“I…I can’t.  It won’t—”

“Breathe, Mills, I’m not going anywhere.  You don’t have to take it all at once.  Just gentle thrusts in and out, a little at a time.”

Mills grunted, following Connor’s instructions.  At first she could only get the tip of her finger inside, but as she worked it in and out slowly, she gradually felt it slip deeper inside.  “Mmmm, Connor, it’s in.  You’re inside…I can feel you inside!”

“That’s it, just be gentle.  And remember your cherry…you don’t have to go past it tonight, but if you do remember it might hurt.”

“Th-thanks, Connor,” Mills had almost forgotten about her hymen, but was more than content to ride the currents of pleasure she was experiencing already; given what she was already feeling, she felt little desire to disturb literal virgin territory.  Sighs slowly gave way to moans, the tip of a finger turned into thrusts past her first knuckle.  And interspersed she toyed with her clit.

“Ah, Connor!  You’re inside me, and…I feel — ah! — feel so full!”

“I know, sweetness.  You feel so good on my cock, you’re making me throb.”

Mills looked down and, sure enough, Connor’s cock was twitching as he rubbed himself off.

“Is…is that how boys do it?”

“Mhm, our cocks are kinda like your clit, except all those nerves are spread out…so our cocks need more direct attention.  Still feels good, though.”

“Mphf!  I wann-ah! wanna touch it sometime.”

“Well right now I’m in your tight little cunny, so try to enjoy that for now.”

Mills moaned as a little more of her paw edged inside her pussy.  “C-Connor, it’s coming, I…I think it’s coming.”

“Yep, just like that, keep going.”

“Connor!  I…you feel so good, I gotta…” she started moving faster; some instinct demanded the thrusts increase and she complied without another thought,  and as if to reward her, Mills felt the pressure building up to its delicious release.

“C-Connor! Connor I love…I love you so much!”

“Unf,” Connor grunted, “I love you too, Mills.  Do you wanna see how much?”

Mills tried to reply, but all that escaped her throat was a squeak and a moan.  But she watched Connor increase his pace, pounding his meat until he lurched back with a grunt.  For Mills it felt like the rest of the world disappeared save for the pulses of pleasure from her own self-ministrations as she watched Connor cum — a thick rope of white goo firing across his chest, followed by another, and another.  Even the faintest thought of that happening to her was too much.  She managed three more thrusts as deep as she dared before her body was wracked with her own climax.  And with nobody else in the house she moaned and squealed aloud, spasming with her digit still lodged in her cunny.

It was the best orgasm Mills had experienced to date, and it kept rolling over her.  At some point she managed to flop onto her tummy, raising her cute butt high and giving Connor a delightful view of her recovery.  Every time she attempted to extract her paw she felt her tight cunny pull it back in, which elicited yet another wave of ecstasy.  She did this several times, each time accompanied with its own gasp or moan, before she finally managed to relax and surrender to the afterglow.

“Mills,” she could hear Connor saying, “I hope that felt as good as it looked.  I still can’t believe a tail as cute as yours could also be so damn hot.”

“Heehee,” Mills giggled, drunkenly wiggling her butt in the air, “it’s your fault for cumming all over…all that white stuff.”  She gave a shuddering moan as her finger slid from her cunny with a wet pop.  “It looked so good.”

“Was this a good present, Mills?”

“Uh-huh…it was sooooo good. Imma dream about that.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

“Hey Connor,” Mills mumbled, looking over her shoulder at her phone, “if we could be all alone and I asked you to come over to do this with me in person, would you do it?  You would get to see my bare cunny…”

“First of all,” Connor replied, “you don’t need to bribe me with fresh cookie to convince me to come over.  Second, I only live across town, so I’d totally be dtf…we’d just need plenty of time for me to travel back and forth.  At least a full day to ourselves, y’know?”

“Mhm,” Mills sighed, “I just wanted to make sure.”

“Hey, you’re my girlfriend…I’d love to come over and do all the stuff we’ve talked about in our sessions for real.”

“Really, really?”

“Really, really…I love you, Mills.”

“I love you toooooooooo!”

“Then I have to ask,” Connor clutched his half-erect shaft, “do you want more of me?”

Mills rolled onto her back again, spreading her legs and rubbing her soaked panties.  Without any hesitation, she nodded.