Lust At First Sight VII

She liked rules, I think. I would make her one.

"Cheryl, your pussy is no longer on implied loan. From now on, anything that goes in or out of your pussy may only do so with my permission. Now pull your pants back up. Thanks for the viewing of my property."

She seemed clearly disappointed, but complied, and sat back down. I continued our conversation where we had left off, as if that interlude had not occurred. She kept looking at me expectantly, but I didn't respond. I acted as we always had. Soon we went inside, sat around the dining room table and started drinking, like we always did. It was Friday, and the night was young. John joined us and opened a beer too. He wasn't much of a drinker - we were usually way ahead of him, but he was known to have the occasional beer.

We talked for awhile, comfortably, like we always did, about a wide range of subjects, though Cheryl kept glancing at me. John started to pick up on it a bit, I think. I saw him grin a couple of times for reasons I c