2 comments/ 10746 views/ 7 favorites True Love in San Francisco Ch. 01 By: BPdreamer Britt heard her phone ring. She stopped unpacking in her new apartment and checked to see who it was. It was her mom. She groaned and put the phone back down. She'd call her back later. She was on a roll, and she didn't want to stop to listen to her mom lecture her about living in a big city now. She walked to the window of her tiny apartment. Ah, San Francisco, she thought, what an amazing city. Going to school here was such a great idea. She needed to get away from the place she'd lived for the last two years, and this was the perfect city. After taking in more of the city views, she returned to her boxes to unpack more. Suddenly, she heard her phone ring again. Ugh, she thought, why is she calling back? Then she figured she'd better check to see who it was. She picked it up and it was her friend Quinn. She had met him when he was her professor at a university up in Portland, Oregon. But they had quickly become good friends. Britt was absolutely ecstatic that he'd called so soon, and she tried to not answer right away. She didn't want to seem too eager. After a few seconds she pressed "Answer" on her phone. "Hello?" she asked. "Hey!" she heard on the other end. Yep, it was definitely Quinn, she knew his voice well. "I just wanted to see how your move is going," he said. "It's great!" she said excitedly. "I have a pretty cool view. I'm just unpacking now." "Well, I don't want to keep you long then," he replied. "But I'm glad you like it. I love San Francisco myself. You know I grew up there, right?" "Oh yeah, I seem to remember you mentioning that..." Truthfully, she knew that fact very well. She knew a lot about Quinn. She made it a point to listen and take in everything he said. Britt was very much in love with him. Before leaving, she'd tried to tell him this. But Quinn just replied that he had a girlfriend. Since he didn't just say he didn't love her back, she had a hard time letting go of him, and the love she felt for him somehow got stronger. At least they could still be friends. Britt stopped thinking about what had happened when she confessed her love and focused back on what Quinn was saying. "So," he started, "I'll let you know if I'm ever in the area. We could hang out and stuff." "Oh, Quinn, that would be so great." "Well, I guess I'll let you go then," he said. "Okay..." she said. There was a moment of silence as if both wanted to say more but were unable to. Finally, he spoke, "Have a good night then." "I will, Quinn, you have a good one too. I'll call you when I start school and let you know how it's going." He sighed, "I would like that. Bye." "Bye," she said, sad that he wanted to go so soon. Quinn heard the phone go dead. He wanted so badly to talk to her longer, but he figured she was busy and wouldn't have time to really talk then. He didn't want to feel like he was bothering her. He held the phone in his hand and stared at it. Britt's gone, he thought, and there's nothing I can do...His girlfriend walked in and asked who he was talking to. He told her it was just a friend but felt guilty. She was just a friend though, right? Britt didn't start school for another couple of days. She spent time walking around the city, using public transportation, and figuring out where everything she needed would be. When she returned home at night after long days out in the city, she wanted more than anything to call Quinn. She didn't want to take his time though. Besides, she thought, he's probably out having a great time with his girlfriend. She didn't know that Quinn had been waiting for her to call. Every chance Quinn got, he checked his phone. No calls from her yet. Britt told him she would call after she started school, and he knew she hadn't started yet, but he still hoped to hear from her. He was confused that he suddenly wanted to talk to her so much. Where was this all coming from? He told himself over and over that his need to talk to her didn't make any sense. It's not like he was in love with her too. He continued to tell himself he had a girlfriend, but he thought less of his girlfriend and more of Britt as the day he'd hear from her got closer. Britt had finally started school. She was incredibly excited, but she didn't want to admit to herself that the reason she was so excited was because she knew she would talk to Quinn. She was starting a new life at a new school in a new city. She tried desperately to convince herself that that's why she was so excited. The first day of school came to an end for her. As Britt walked home she tried to think of what she wanted to tell Quinn first about it. It was the perfect school for her, she knew she'd get along great there, and she knew he would be proud of her for really following her dreams. She wanted to tell him so much, so she decided to start at the beginning and tell him everything she could think of. She got home and went to her room. She looked out her window and saw the city. Britt took out her phone and took a picture with it. She texted the picture to Quinn with the message "Wish you were here" on it. She really did wish he was there. It was time to call him; she just couldn't wait any longer to talk to him. With phone in hand, she scrolled through her contacts looking for his number. She actually remembered the number by heart, but she was trying to calm herself down. When she found it, she called and hoped he would be able to answer. Quinn heard his phone ring. He quickly grabbed it, hoping it was Britt. It was! He didn't wait to answer. On the second ring he picked up. "Britt?" "Quinn!" she said, excited as ever. "I have so much to tell you!" They got to talking, and they didn't realize how much time was passing. They talked about her last couple days in the city, his days up in Portland where she used to live, her impressions of big city life, and his memories of San Francisco. A couple hours passed and neither of them realized that it had gotten late. Britt was talking to him, and suddenly he stopped her. "Uh...my girlfriend's home," he said. She detected a hint of disappointment but didn't want to make anything of it. He started again, "I'm going to have to go now. She wants me to take her to this new movie. It's based on some romance novel." "Wow, Quinn, that just sounds horrible," she said with a chuckle. He laughed too, "I know. Trust me, I don't want to go. She knows I don't want to see it but she really wants me to go see it with her. She said it'll be romantic for us, but I just think no one else will go with her." Britt laughed again, "I'd never make you go to something like that." There was a moment of silence, and she apologized. "It's great that you'd do that for her. You must really be into her." He was silent again. Finally, he said, "Can I call you tomorrow?" Britt smiled to herself, "Of course you can. And if you get bored tonight you can always text me." They agreed on a good time to talk and hung up. Almost an hour later, Britt heard her phone beep. She checked it and saw she had a text from Quinn. "Bored out of my mind. Wish you were here." She smiled to herself. Over the next several weeks, Britt and Quinn continued to call each other. They spoke every day, typically more than once. He usually got home before his girlfriend. When Britt asked him about if she minded him being on the phone with her so much, he told her she had started a job with hours until about 10. He wasn't clear on what she did though. They talked, they laughed, they vented, and when Britt encountered some problems in her day to day life, she cried to Quinn. One night, Quinn called. Britt could instantly tell he was upset. He tried to ask about her day, but she stopped him. "Quinn, I know something is wrong with you," she told him. "You always know, don't you? Even over the phone you can tell..." he said to her with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Quinn, we're friends. By this point in time you're my best friend. Of course I can tell when something is wrong with you." "Britt..." he started. "It's my girlfriend." "Oh..." Britt said, wondering where this was going. "I always thought she'd be the one I'd marry." Britt grimaced at that, but Quinn continued, "I just can't see that happening anymore." She was instantly happy at that, but she wanted more information. "What's wrong? Why don't you want to marry her?" she asked, trying to sound concerned. "I just...She wants to hang out with everyone else but me. She works until ten then goes out with her friends, and I feel like she might be cheating on me. I don't even see her that much. She just gets up and leaves sometimes, and she won't tell me where she's going. I go to bed, she's not there, and I wake up, and she's still not there. The only time I can spend time with her is when she wants to do something and can't find anyone else to go with. We never even do anything I want to do. I know I'm her last priority. She can't tell that I'm constantly bothered by all of this. You always know when I'm not feeling right...Anyway, I find myself getting mad at her. I don't want to have sex with her anymore because it's like I don't know her. I don't even want to kiss her. I haven't for months. The few nights she is home I don't even want to share a bed with her. I...I don't love her." Britt felt horrible hearing that. Mostly because she was so happy that he didn't love her when he was obviously in pain. She was sad for Quinn though, and she was mad at his girlfriend for hurting him. How dare she do that to this amazing man? She had to try to make him feel better. "Quinn...I can tell you feel very hurt and betrayed. I would too if someone treated me like that. You have to know though...you deserve so much better. I promise you there's a woman out there who is perfect for you. She'll value you. She'll respect you. She'll honor you and be in absolute awe of you. She won't hurt you like that. Quinn please, if this isn't the woman for you, then don't waste your time by staying with her when you could have someone so much better." "Britt..." he started, "are you talking about yourself?" Britt sighed, "Well...I guess I am. But I'm just using myself as an example. I meant that you could find someone else that feels like I do about you since I know you said you weren't interested in me. I'm just saying you can do better, and you should." She wanted to add that she knew no one else could ever feel as strongly about him as she did, but she kept that to herself since he'd already rejected her. Quinn sat silently for a minute. He thought back to when Britt told him she loved him. He was shocked that she felt so strongly for him, and it affected him a lot more than he let on. He tried to play it cool, but inside his head was spinning, his heartbeat sped up, and he wasn't sure he had heard her correctly. He remembered that he didn't actually say he wasn't interested. All he could say was that he had a girlfriend. But he only said that to remind himself of his commitment to being faithful to her after Britt, an amazing woman, told him her feelings about him. He wanted to let her know that he thought of her so many times since they'd become friends. He wanted to tell her that he missed her like crazy, and that something in him wanted to move to San Francisco with her. He wanted to tell her it wasn't that he wasn't interested in her, he was just confused. He knew she loved him more than any of the women he'd ever been with and that they got along beautifully. He was constantly bombarded with thoughts of her, but he wasn't ready to admit what, deep down, he knew was the truth. Instead, he just stayed quiet while trying desperately to push the thoughts of her out of his mind. Britt gave him some time to pull his thoughts together. He thought about what Britt said. "You're so right," he finally told her. "If I stay with her I'll be missing out on someone I truly love. Someone who actually loves me." Britt sighed while contemplating another confession of love for him. She decided against it though and said, "That's exactly right. If you want better, you have that option. You don't have to stay with a woman who doesn't even act like she cares about you in the least. I—someone out there cares a lot about you. She's going to be the woman of your dreams." Quinn smiled to himself as his mind was flooded with images of Britt. "I bet she's closer than I ever thought..." he mused. He stopped again to think then he told her he needed some time to think about what to do next. Quinn decided he really wanted to sleep on it, so he told Britt he would talk to her later. He hung up and lay down in bed then he quickly fell asleep. The next morning, Britt was making breakfast and her phone rang. It was Quinn. She hoped he was feeling a little better after how bad he sounded last night. She answered immediately. "Hey Quinn," she said, trying to sound cheerful. "Britt!" he sounded unusually excited. "What's going on?" she asked, very curious. "I decided to go down to San Francisco to visit some family. I really need to get away from here and it would be great to see them. It's perfect really because it's the end of the semester today. I'm going to fly down tonight after my last class. So, I got a hotel and everything, and I wanted to know if we could meet up tonight when I get there. Then I can see my family tomorrow." Britt was unbelievably happy. "Of course we can meet up! I'm dying to see you!" "Awesome!" he said, just as happy. They talked a little more about his plans. Britt wondered where he was staying once he got there. Quinn told her the name of the hotel and she recognized the name right away. "That's like a block from where I live," she told him. Quinn grinned to himself, "I know." Britt smiled at that. They agreed to meet in the lobby of his hotel at eight that night. Britt was so incredibly excited. She needed so much to see him after all those weeks of just talking on the phone. She knew they had a new kind of connection that they hadn't established while they saw each other in person at the school where they met. She considered how he wanted to leave his girlfriend now, so maybe...she tried to stop herself from going any further. She shouldn't get her hopes up. She had difficulty paying attention in class that day though. She kept wondering what it would be like to see Quinn after this much time. She always got nervous when she saw him in person, and this time probably wouldn't be different. After school she rushed home. She jumped in the shower and got all cleaned up. By then, it was almost time to see him. Quinn had an equally hard time that day. Luckily, he just had a final presentation to see for one class. After that, he could get his grades recorded and turned in then he could take off to San Francisco and see her. Britt had been there for him in his hard times, and he'd been there for her. He knew they had a connection that he'd never had with his girlfriend, or anyone for that matter. He stopped at his house to get his luggage and when he walked in he saw his girlfriend. He told her he was going to San Francisco for the weekend, and she said she'd be gone anyway, so he should do what he wanted. He felt sad that she didn't seem to care, but then he thought back to Britt, and he was happy again. He decided not to call his girlfriend all weekend because she had such a habit of bringing him down. It would be a weekend just for him, and he would do what he wanted. He went to the airport and boarded the plane. All he could think about the whole trip was seeing Britt. The closer they got to the city the more nervous he got, but he refused to admit to himself why he felt that way. He needed to see her after all this time. He hoped she would be just as excited. It was ten minutes until eight, so Britt made her way to the hotel. She hoped Quinn would be on time, because the anticipation was killing her. She couldn't wait to see him. She walked into the hotel lobby and saw him sitting at a table near a window. She could feel that her heart was about to beat out of her chest as soon as she saw him. He looked amazing with his tall body, amazing blue eyes, and brown hair; he'd always been a handsome man. He was dressed in his typical style—jeans and a button-up shirt. He wore a black, blue, and white shirt that she had seen many times before. She always loved it on him because it brought out the blueness of his eyes. As he gazed out the window, she wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. He looked thoughtful, and all she could hope was that she was somewhere in his thoughts. All the feelings she had for him came back to the front of her mind. She was as excited as the day she saw him when she first realized she loved him. She stood there quietly staring at him. Then, Quinn looked up and saw her. There she was, Britt, the girl who confused him to no end. She was a tall, beautiful woman with light brown skin that was the result of a white mother and black father. She had brown eyes that, at first glance, might not appear to be much different than anyone else. But he had spent much time staring into them, hoping she wouldn't notice, and he saw true beauty and a woman who absolutely fascinated him. Her eyes could say a lot more than her mouth ever would. He would look into them all day if he could. She wore jeans that hugged her hips and a plain t-shirt. It didn't show much off, but Quinn had an idea of what perfection lie underneath. She didn't often dress up, but he loved the laid back style she had. A big smile immediately crossed his face. He got up and quickly walked to her, but she was frozen in place. Her head began to spin and she searched desperately for words. But before she could say anything he hugged her. She was caught off guard, but she loved being in his arms. It felt perfect to her. It felt perfect to Quinn too. He had been thinking about how much he wanted to hold her, and now he didn't want to let go of Britt. They stood together, arms wrapped around each other, both unwilling to be the first to let go. After a minute, they both pulled away at the same time. They stood in front of each other, both with stupid grins on their faces. Finally, Britt found the words to speak, "It's so great to see you Quinn. I'm so glad you came!" "It's great to see you too! Wow, you look great. San Francisco's been good to you." he replied. "You look great too," she said, then added, "but you always do." He grinned at her and hugged her again. He let go of her just in time; she was beginning to feel weak with all of his attention and hugging. "I really needed to come, and I'm glad you had some time to meet up," he told her. "I always have time for you," she said. She realized that might have sounded desperate, so she changed the subject. "Are you hungry after your flight?" "Yeah," he said, "I'm really hungry. What do you like to eat here?" "Well," she said, "there's a great pizza place around the corner. I bet you'd love it. Does that sound good?" "Sounds great!" he said enthusiastically. "Cool. Let's go." Quinn followed Britt out the door. He walked by her side the rest of the way. When they got close to the pizza place, they saw a line out the door. "Well, it is a Friday night," Quinn said. "Yeah," she said, disappointed. She really wanted to get him some good pizza. Suddenly she remembered something. "Hey! This place delivers. Let's just go back to your hotel and we can order from your room. Then we can hang out and have some private time." She rethought her statement. "I mean, we can have a quiet place to talk." Quinn grinned at her, "That sounds great." They walked back to the hotel and he took her up to his room. When they got in his room, Britt walked to the window and looked out. It was usually the first thing she did when going into a hotel room. He had almost the same view of the city that she had from her apartment. She turned to Quinn, "It's beautiful at night, isn't it? So romantic..." True Love in San Francisco Ch. 01 He walked up next to her. "It really is. I miss being in this city..." "You can always come back," Britt said and looked at him. Quinn smiled at her, "Maybe you could give me a good reason to..." He started to move in closer to her then he put his arm around her. He leaned in, hoping to get the kiss he'd been unable to admit he wanted until now. He almost wasn't sure what was driving him. Britt became scared though, and she pulled away. She quickly walked to the phone. "What kind of pizza do you want?" she asked, trying to ignore what just almost happened. Quinn chuckled to himself, not knowing what just took place, and told her he wanted pepperoni. She ordered the pizza as Quinn made himself comfortable on the king-sized bed. When Britt hung up, he asked if she wanted to watch some TV for a bit. It sounded good to her, so she said okay. She wanted to get into the bed with him, but felt weird about it. They were friends, and he did try to kiss her, but that might be taking it too far. She knew he was having problems with his girlfriend, and she didn't want to think that was the reason he wanted to be close to her. Britt loved him with all her heart and soul, and it would kill her to know she was just a rebound girl that didn't mean anything to him. That's why she pulled away when he tried to kiss her. She pulled up one of the hotel chairs next to the bed and sat down. Quinn looked at Britt with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?" she asked. Quinn laughed, "Britt, come on. Come over here and sit with me. I won't bite...unless you like that." Britt laughed and sat down next to him in the big bed. "See?" he asked. "The bed is much more comfortable than that chair." Then, he put his hand on hers. "Besides," he added, "I really want to be close to you." She smiled, and Quinn could tell she was blushing. He gently pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it. Then he softly placed it on his leg and held it there with his hand. She didn't pull away this time though. She couldn't have if she wanted to. Britt stared blankly at the TV. She became lost in thought about the situation she found herself in. On the one hand, she loved the man who was sitting next to her in bed and was now holding her hand. But...did he love her? Or was he just lonely because of girlfriend problems? How would she even find out? She couldn't kiss him because that seemed like too much. But holding hands seemed like less of a commitment. It wasn't that she was scared of commitment, but she had experienced his rejection once already, and that tore her apart. She would hate to hear he was just lonely and needed a temporary fling. That would tear her apart more. She wanted something serious with him, but she wasn't sure what he had in mind. She wanted to ask, but she found the task impossible. She sat as still as possible, not wanting to do anything that would make Quinn take his hand from hers. She loved the feel of his hand on her. It was electric. His hand felt big and strong, yet gentle, and Britt tried to imagine what they would feel like if he touched more of her. She wanted him more than she'd ever wanted anyone in her life, but she didn't want to rush it. He was touching her hand with his, but she didn't know what else he was expecting to happen. She tried desperately not to let her thoughts about him go too far, but that was always a problem she'd had with being around him. Once she started thinking about him, she had to go all the way. Quinn was paying no attention to the TV either. He was wondering why Britt wouldn't let him kiss her. Did he do something wrong? Was he moving too fast? He thought she'd want him to just go for it. After all, she was the one who confessed her love for him. Maybe...she didn't love him anymore. Did he completely misread her? She was letting him hold her hand though. She must love him still. Maybe she didn't know how he felt. He was going to have to make that clearer to her. But what did he feel about her? It was time for him to sort through the mess of thoughts going through his head and let her know the truth. She deserved that, and he knew it. He snuck a glance at Britt then quickly looked away. He thought about why he really needed this trip to San Francisco. Quinn thought until he realized it was all about her. He needed her. He wanted her like no other. He cared for her so deeply. He couldn't even bear to think about how he'd feel when he'd have to go back home in a couple days. He felt something amazing and intense for her. It didn't take him long to figure out that he'd fallen in love with her too. He finally knew what this was all about. All this time thinking about her, talking to her, and fantasizing about her had come to this. He looked back at her, hoping the words would just come out, but he couldn't seem to make his mouth move. As he sat there, he realized he felt an increasing sense of tension throughout his body, and it was focusing itself in the lower parts. He knew that it was sexual tension. He'd often felt this around her when she'd spend time in his office. He was just lucky there was a desk between them. When she told him she loved him he felt a lot of it, but somehow right now was the most tension he'd ever felt with anyone. She was amazing. He wanted her, but he didn't know how to get her. He sat staring at her, and she seemed oblivious to his attention. He wondered what she was thinking about that she didn't even notice him staring at her. There were things that Britt and Quinn needed to say to each other, but some unknown force prevented them from speaking. Instead, they sat silently trying to gain courage. Both were so lost in thought that the knock at the door surprised them. It must be the pizza. They quickly came back to the present and Britt jumped out of bed to get the door. She paid for the pizza and Quinn thanked her for getting it. He started to get up to get some. "No, Quinn," she told him. "I'll bring it to you." "My girlfriend would never bring me food in bed," he said. Britt smiled at him, "You should know this now: your girlfriend and I have nothing in common." He smiled, knowing that was the truth, and she brought him some pizza. She went to get hers, sat back down next to him, and they ate together in bed. The pizza was as good as Britt said it was, and when they finished Quinn asked if they could talk for a bit. Britt was a little unsure about what was coming next, but she said okay. They began to talk about easy subjects in an effort to build up to what they really needed to talk about. They ended up talking for hours and never got around to anything about where this thing with them was going. Quinn could tell Britt was getting tired. It was getting harder for her to talk. He suggested they watch TV again, and she said that sounded good. He turned on the TV and moved in closer to her. After a few minutes he got up the courage to put his arm around her. A few minutes later, Britt let go of her fears and cuddled up to him. With a hand on his chest and her head resting on his shoulder, she fell asleep against him. He turned off the TV then the lights. Then, he rested his head against hers and began to think. Suddenly, Quinn felt Britt's hand slip down his chest. It rested on his jeans near his zipper. He knew what the thought of her touching him there would do to him so he wriggled a bit in an effort to get her hand off of him. But he felt his member begin to harden at her unconscious touch, and the more he moved the bigger he got. It was a good feeling at first though, but then he realized he couldn't take it. Her hand was touching him, and this was quickly turning him on. He wished she was awake because he needed her more than ever now. He knew he shouldn't wake her up though. Instead, Quinn slowly and quietly moved her body and got out of the bed. He turned to the bed and watched her sleeping in the faint light from the city that came through a gap in the hotel curtains. Even in the near darkness he knew he wanted her beautiful body in every way. Quinn quietly walked to the bathroom. He turned on the lights, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at his jeans. There was definitely a noticeable bulge. He knew he had to take care of that or he'd never get any sleep. He unzipped his jeans and slipped his hand into them. He pulled out his cock, and it immediately sprang up. He began to stroke it. He watched himself in the mirror; then he closed his eyes and began to picture Britt. He imagined every situation he could think of. He saw himself inside of her, her sucking on him, and he even imagined what it would be like if he could feel her hands stroking him then instead of his own. Usually it took him awhile to cum with his girlfriend, but this time was going to be a lot quicker. Britt was just in the other room, and this turned him on even more. He felt wrong for using her accidental touch to get off, but the more wrong he felt, the hornier he got and the more he wanted to finish. He furiously stroked his member and whispered Britt's name. He tried desperately not to make too much noise because he didn't want her to know he did this. It wasn't like it was the first time he'd done it while thinking about her though. It had actually become a bit of a habit for him. As he touched himself, he got louder without meaning to. Britt suddenly woke up, and thinking she heard him struggling she went to the bathroom to make sure he was okay. She was confused though because she kept hearing her name. Quinn had left the door open a little, and she stood outside for a second trying to figure out what was going on. She peaked in, and as she took in the full scene, she realized what he was doing. She couldn't see him because he was facing away from her, but she knew what was going on. She felt something moving through her body as she got more and more excited. She was getting as horny as he obviously was, and she wrestled with the thought of asking if he would let her watch him finish. She decided to let him have his time and she went back to lie down. She tried hard not to think about what she knew was going on. Quinn, unaware that he had been watched, was getting close in the bathroom. Finally, he knew he was going to cum and he sped up his strokes. He grabbed a towel and released string after string of his hot cum into it. He had to stop to catch his breath. Then, he wiped himself off, put his member away then zipped his jeans back up. He went back to the bed and settled in next to Britt as softly as he could, thinking she was asleep. As soon as he lay down, she moved next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Goodnight," she said. "Next time, let me help you out." Quinn was embarrassed that she knew what he had been doing, but he pressed his lips against her cheek and told her goodnight. They quickly settled in together and fell asleep. True Love in San Francisco Ch. 02 A couple hours later Britt woke up. She looked at the clock, and it was just after eight in the morning. She tried to get out of bed quietly, but she hit her foot on the chair that was next to the bed still, and she wasn't quiet about it. Quinn woke up somewhat startled, and she assured him she was okay. He saw her getting her shoes on and asked, "Are you leaving now?" "Well, yeah. You were going to go visit your family today. I figured you'd want to get ready for that and all," she explained. "Oh...yeah...You know, I don't have to see them..." he said quietly. Britt walked up to the bed where he was and smiled at him. "Call me when you get back and we'll do something, okay?" He smiled at her, "Definitely!" She kissed his forehead and went back to her apartment. When Britt got home, she got herself some breakfast. She hoped Quinn wouldn't be gone too long. She couldn't help but think about what he had done the night before while she watched. She kept wishing she could've seen more, and as she replayed what she saw and heard in his bathroom she began to get horny again. Britt went to her bedroom and lay down under the covers. She was still tired, but the excitement she felt kept her awake. She lay on her side and gently moved her hand to her breasts and massaged them while wishing it was Quinn's hand on her. She closed her eyes and imagined him there with her. She turned to lie on her back and slid her jeans down her legs along with her underwear. She slowly moved her hand between her legs and was shocked when she felt how wet she was. She was nearly dripping at just the thought of Quinn touching her. Britt used one hand to touch her breasts and the other slipped into her. With one finger she pushed into herself. Then, she added another. Britt began to call out Quinn's name, first quietly then getting louder as she felt better and better. Then, she moved her fingers to touch her clit. As she played with herself she got closer and closer to climaxing. Finally, she knew it was coming. It came on stronger than she had ever felt and tore through her whole body. She continued to touch herself as it came and passed and soon brought herself to another orgasm. This time, she thrust her hips up uncontrollably as it passed. When her orgasm passed she stopped and suddenly felt even more tired. She turned over in bed and fell asleep. A couple hours after she left Quinn's room, she was awakened when she heard her phone ring. She went to check who it was, and it was him. She answered, "Hey, Quinn. What's up?" "I have a confession," he started. "I didn't really come to see family here. My family doesn't even know I came." "I don't understand, what are you doing here then?" she asked, completely confused by this point. "To be honest, I wasn't completely sure when I booked this trip. I mean, I knew I had to see you, but I didn't know why. I thought I had to justify that by saying I was going to see family. But I realized something last night, and I've been trying to figure out how to tell you since you left. I've been going over and over the perfect way to tell you how I feel about you, but none of it sounded good enough. I'm just going to tell you what I feel in the simplest way I can think of, okay?" Britt, still a little puzzled, hesitated for a moment then asked, "Okay, how do you feel about me Quinn?" "I...I love you. I have for awhile now, but I have a girlfriend so I didn't want to admit that. I was so confused because I thought she was the one, and I thought that I was just getting caught up in the excitement of a girl like you being in love with me. I didn't want to believe that I was really in love with you because then my whole life would change. I was comfortable, but then it occurred to me that I wasn't actually happy without you. I realized that you're the one I've been looking for. "You're amazing Britt. I love talking to you. I want to know everything about you. I need you in a way I've never needed anyone. And you love me like no one has ever loved me. I've never met anyone like you, and I know I never will. You're smart, funny, interesting, kind, sweet, and so beautiful. I give up trying to convince myself and you that I don't have these feelings for you. I do, and I want to be with you. I know I turned you down before, but I shouldn't have. Please, Britt, forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you before or to make you wait so long. Please give me a chance to show you I love you. I'll do anything. I know you still love me..." Britt didn't have to think twice about that. "Quinn, I'm madly in love with you. I would be stupid not to give you a chance. And I promise you, I'll never hurt you like your girlfriend did. When I told you I loved you before, I told you we were perfect for each other. I stand by that. We were meant to be together, that's why I never stopped loving you. I couldn't stop. I couldn't give up hope." "I see now that you're the woman for me," Quinn replied. "We're amazing together. Last night, nothing even happened between us. But there was something so amazingly awesome about it. I kept waking up and I'd look over and you'd be sleeping and hanging onto me. I just kept thinking...this is how it's supposed to be..." "That is how it's supposed to be, Quinn. And it will be. We can be together. We will be together." They both sat quietly for a minute. There was so much to say that neither of them could figure out where to start. Quinn got it started. "Britt, you know how I love the Giants?" Britt laughed, "Yeah, you talk about them all the time." Quinn chuckled, "I was kind of hoping you'd go to a game with me today. I want to share something I really love with someone I really love." "If you love them then I definitely want to see them." "Can I meet you in front of my hotel in thirty minutes?" "Of course!" Britt said. She took a quick shower then grabbed her stuff and took off. It was almost exactly thirty minutes later that they saw each other outside of his hotel. They smiled at each other and Quinn gave Britt another hug. As they waited for a taxi, Britt said, "I'm really excited that you want to share this with me Quinn. But I have a confession now, I don't know much about baseball. I mean, I know the basic rules, but I don't know anything else." Quinn smiled at her, "That's perfectly fine. I'd love to teach you all about it." Britt smiled back at him. "I do know what a great teacher you are. I fell in love with you in your classroom." They laughed together as a taxi arrived. They got in and made their way to the stadium. They got there, paid the taxi driver, and made their way in. They found their seats and sat down. They were pretty high up and Quinn apologized for the bad seats. "I just got the tickets this morning, so it was too late to get my favorite seats." "Where are your favorite seats?" Britt asked. He pointed across the stadium. "They're great seats. You get great views of everything from there." Britt looked at him. "I have to admit, I really like the view from here," she said, still gazing at him. He looked back at her and smiled, "I really do too now that I think about it." They continued to talk until the game started. When the game started, Britt could see Quinn getting really into it. She asked him a lot of questions about the game. He answered like an expert, and she could tell he was proud of his knowledge. She even asked him questions she already knew the answers to. A player came up and Quinn said he was a great hitter. "He's made a lot of home runs this season," he informed her. "That's good. Do you think he'll make one now?" she asked. "I think he will," Quinn said. "In fact, I'll make you a deal. If he makes a home run, I get to kiss you." Britt smiled, "Sounds like a good deal to me." The hitter came up. After one strike, he hit the ball. Britt watched closely wondering what would happen if it wasn't a home run. Suddenly, Quinn turned and kissed her. "Hey," she said, "you didn't even wait to see if he made a home run!" "It doesn't even matter," he said as he grinned at her. Britt kissed him once more, letting it go a little deeper and longer this time, then she leaned back in her seat to watch the rest of the game. He put his arm around her and she leaned on him. It seemed to be their favorite sitting position. After the game they joined the crowd to make their way out of the stadium. Quinn looked over at her as they walked out. "I'd better take your hand. You know, just so we don't get separated with all these people here." "Well, yeah, that just makes sense," Britt said with a grin. He took her hand and led her out. When they got out of the stadium, he told her about this place he loved to go eat after games. She told him she wanted to go, so they were able to walk to the restaurant from there. As they walked, Quinn held Britt's hand. Eventually, he let go of her hand and put his arm around her waist. They were close to each other, and they were happy. After they ate, they took a taxi back to his hotel. When they got out, he turned to her and asked, "Would you like to come up to my room again?" "No," Britt said then smiled to ease his worried look, "I want you to come over to my place." Quinn smiled back, "Alright, sounds good." She took his hand this time and they walked together. They got to her apartment and Britt unlocked the door and led him in. She closed and locked the door behind them as Quinn looked around. "This looks like a nice place," he said. "Yeah, it's tiny, but it's comfortable," she replied. Then, she put her arms around him. She leaned into him and whispered in his ear, "The bed is incredibly comfortable..." He smiled and kissed her. As they kissed each other, the passion they had felt all that time for each other started to be released. They got more and more into their kiss. Suddenly, Quinn stopped. "I uh...I need to get more comfortable..." He walked to her bed, took his shoes off, and sat down. Britt followed him, and she removed her shoes before she sat next to him. "This is nice," he said, "I could see myself spending more time here." Britt looked at him. "Well," she said, "I'm hoping after tonight you'll really want to." He leaned in close to her and pushed her hair out of her face with his hand. They looked into each other's eyes, and they knew they had to make the most of their time together. He kissed her with all the passion and confidence he could muster. He put his arms around her and she seemed to melt into him. "Britt," he told her, "I can't leave this city without making love to you." "I'd be crazy to let you leave without doing that," she replied. They were so into each other that they couldn't seem to take their lips off of each other. At first he gently pushed his tongue past her lips, kissing her deeply. Then, Quinn began to kiss down Britt's neck. As he did this, she moved her hands to his chest. She wanted that shirt off. As he kissed further down her she unbuttoned his buttons. Once the shirt was unbuttoned all the way, Quinn took it off, lips still attached to her. He had an undershirt on and she wanted that off too. She began to lift it over his head, and he finally moved back to let her pull it off. While he was back, he pulled her shirt over her head. Britt took this opportunity to kiss Quinn. She leaned in and slowly made her way down from his lips to his stomach. When she got to his jeans she sat up and kissed his lips again. Quinn broke away, made his way to the side of the bed, stood up, and unzipped his jeans. Britt looked at him then stopped him. "Let me do the rest, Quinn," she said. He nodded, and she slid to the edge of the bed on his side where he was standing. Britt sat staring at him in front of her. She ran her hand down the front of his jeans then she slowly pulled them down. He stepped out of them. Then, she gently touched the front of his boxers. She looked up at him and saw that he was staring intently at her. She began to trace the outline of his penis through the boxers—down, around the tip, then back up. She put her fingers on both sides and rubbed in an up and down motion. Then, she began to massage him until she could see he was hard. Britt slid the back of his boxers down past his butt. Then, as if trying to savor every moment, she slid the front slowly over his fully erect penis. It stood out at her eye level, and all she could do was stare. It was strangely beautiful. It was probably about eight inches long. It seemed pretty thick. She could see pulsating veins running down the length. The tip looked amazing, the kind she'd always preferred to see on the few naked men she had seen. The shaft had a good, healthy, fleshy color to it, but as it neared the tip it became a brighter shade of red. She'd only seen naked men in porn. This was her first real experience with a man, but she surprised herself by how much she suddenly loved it. "So," she said, "this is what you were playing with last night..." Quinn turned red then said, "Yeah, I kind of have to when I think about you..." She grinned, "It's my turn to play now." As Quinn watched her, Britt took his member in her hand and began to lick just the tip. She positioned it so she could look at him and lick it at the same time. He stared back at her, mouth agape. He hadn't had sex in awhile because he couldn't stand to do it with his girlfriend, and he desperately needed this release. He spent many nights jacking off and trying not to think about what this could possibly be like with Britt, but he always gave in and imagined her there with him. While Britt watched him he became more unsteady. She stopped licking and stood up next to him. Quinn knew what to do next. He sat down on the bed where she was, and she stood where he was. He ran his hand down the front of her jeans in the same way she did to him. He unzipped them and quickly pulled them down. He was eager to get going. He saw a damp spot on her panties and knew what it was. She was wet. He stared at the spot for a moment. Britt saw him and said, "That's what you do to me, Quinn. You always have..." He looked up at her and they looked into each other's eyes. Finally, Quinn said, "I love you so much." Britt smiled, "I love you too, and I intend to show you just how much this weekend." Britt took off her bra, and he gazed up at her perfectly shaped breasts. He watched them rise and fall and she breathed deeply, waiting for his next move. Quinn came to his senses and pulled her panties down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them and the jeans. He took a finger and touched Britt. She was incredibly wet and only getting wetter. Moving past the lips, he touched her clitoris and she shuddered. "Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm just so sensitive there," she explained. "Add that to the fact that I'm incredibly horny right now and even the slightest touch from you makes me crazy." He touched her there again and she swayed. He loved this new-found power over her. Quinn moved past her clit and found the entrance that he'd been dreaming about getting into. He moved a finger into her as far as it would go, listening to her moan softly as he moved, and he felt her wetness running down his hand. Britt leaned forward and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. He leaned forward and kissed her stomach. It was then that he got his first smell of her sex, and he knew he had to have a taste. His lips made their way down her body. He used his other hand to part her lips and he gently touched her clit with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He could've spent all day lapping up her juices. He felt like a starving man who was finally getting food; he would never get enough of her. Her moans grew louder, and he knew she was already getting close. "Quinn! Don't make me climax yet. I want it to happen when you get inside me," she begged him. He stopped licking her, somewhat disappointed that he couldn't have more of her. But then he smiled as he realized what would come next. "I can take care of that right now," he said. Quinn moved to the other side of the bed and got under the covers. He pulled them back and she got in with him. Britt moved in as close as she could to him. They kissed each other, feeling each other's heat against their own bodies, and somehow even more passionate than before. They touched each other's bodies, unable to get enough physical contact. He began to nibble on Britt's ear. She giggled because it tickled, and he thought it to be the cutest thing he'd ever heard. Quinn stopped and whispered to her to lay back. She lay down on her back and he wasted no time. He leaned over her to kiss her, pressing himself up against her body. He could feel the soft skin of her stomach and breasts. As he kissed her she ran her hands through his hair. Quinn began to kiss down her body. Britt let little moans escape her, and she continued to run her hands through his hair. Quinn pushed himself up on his side. He looked into her eyes and they could see all of the longing they felt for each other. Suddenly, Quinn's look turned to one of lust, and he stared deep into her. His eyes began to wander down her body, and she could feel his gaze make its way down her. He stopped at her breasts. In his estimation, they needed some attention. At first, he massaged them for her, one at a time. The feel of his strong, yet gentle, hands drove her crazy. Then, while still massaging one, he lowered his face to her and began to suck her other nipple. At the same time, she could feel his throbbing penis pressed up against her body, and he could tell her breathing was getting deeper. She couldn't get enough of this. She especially loved his scent. He wasn't wearing cologne; it was his natural scent that she was so attracted to. She was so lost in him that she had no clue how long he spent touching her. She'd been dreaming about this for so long, and it was finally starting to happen. She didn't know if she was turned on by what was actually happening, or turned on by what was about to happen. It didn't matter though, she wanted all of it. Quinn couldn't get enough either. He licked, kissed, and sucked at her, listening to her moan quietly for him. He took in her soft feminine scent, the feel of her perfect skin touching his, and the amazing sounds that just barely escaped her lips. The fullness of how much he desperately needed to take her hit him at this moment. He rubbed his member against her thigh almost to the point of humping it. Her smooth skin felt amazing on his hard cock, but it wasn't enough. He had to get inside her, and he had to do it then. He was getting turned on by how much she was enjoying his playing with her breasts. But he really wanted to get to the part he'd been dreaming about most. He'd always been a generous lover to his past girlfriends, even to the point of giving up certain things that he wanted, but he had a need for Britt that had been pent up for months. As selfish as he felt, he knew he couldn't wait any longer to have her. "Uh..." he started, wanting to move things on but not sure how to say it without rushing her. Britt knew what he was thinking. "It's okay, Quinn. We can really get down to business now." He sat up and grinned at her. She grinned back at him. She must be as desperate for this as I am, he happily thought. Britt spread her legs apart as Quinn positioned himself between her legs. He looked down and saw her pussy glistening in the light; she was so wet. She stopped him for a second. "What's wrong?" he asked, obviously concerned. "Nothing's wrong. I just...I've never been with a man before. I mean, I have a vibrator, but it's nowhere near as big as you are," she said, kind of embarrassed about her lack of experience. True Love in San Francisco Ch. 02 He was somewhat surprised though. "You use a vibrator?" he asked. "Yeah," she said as she turned over to get it from a drawer in a table that her lamp sat on. She opened the drawer and pulled out a purple vibrator. He looked at it, then back at her, then back at it. "His name is Little Quinn," she said, smiling at him. "Little Quinn? After me?" he asked, once again surprised. "Well, yeah. I mean, I had to do something when I couldn't be with you. This was the next best thing. It doesn't feel nearly as good as I assume you would, and trust me, it doesn't taste as good as you would either." He laughed, "You tasted it?!" "I wanted to know what it would be like when I finally get to give you oral sex," she said in her defense. He chuckled again, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense." "Look, Quinn, I was so desperate to be with you. When I couldn't be I had to do something. I felt like I was going to explode. I go crazy when I don't use it. I need sex, but I only wanted it with you. You must have jacked off at least once when you couldn't be with the person you wanted to be with. Well, it's the same thing." "I've been jacking off a lot lately because I wanted to be with you actually," he said. "You should've seen me last night. I thought I was never going to stop cumming. Just when I thought I was done, there was more. This morning too..." It was Britt's turn to be surprised. "I didn't know you ever thought about me like that. Well, until last night. I was kind of watching you for a bit actually. I've never even seen a man do that in real life," she said quietly. Quinn was suddenly hornier at the thought of her secretly watching him. "Britt, I didn't just wake up today in love with you. This has been building over a long period of time. I just didn't know it was love. I was touching myself to thoughts of you before I even really knew how I felt about you." Britt smiled at that news, "I've been doing that for awhile too. But, as you can see, Little Quinn is a lot smaller than Big Quinn," she said, pointing to his penis. "I need you to be gentle with me until I get used to you." He smiled back, took the vibrator from her, and set it aside, "You won't be needing this anymore. I promise, Britt, I never want to hurt you in any way. I'll be careful and if you need me to stop I will try really hard not to finish myself off." Britt laughed, "I guess that's all I can ask for. And just so you know, I cuss when I get close to climaxing. So don't be surprised." Quinn was surprised though, "I've never heard you cuss before." "I know," she said, "but we've never had sex before." "Yeah, we need to change that right now..." Quinn took his member in his hand and moved himself close to her. He guided himself into her and she gasped as he penetrated her. "That's already amazing!" she said as he slowly filled her up. "Trust me," Quinn replied, "it gets much better." He tried to find a good position, but he really wanted to be on top of her. He needed to be all over her at once. "Britt? Can I lie on top of you?" he asked timidly. "Of course, Quinn. I want you to." "Really?" he asked as she surprised him again. "My girlfriend never wanted me to be that close to her when we had sex." "You mean your ex-girlfriend, right?" Britt asked with a grin. "Yeah," he said, "my ex-girlfriend." "Just a word of advice," Britt began, "don't talk about one woman while you're attempting to make love to another one. It doesn't do anything to turn us on." Quinn laughed, "You just surprise me with how different you are." "Quinn, the real difference is that I genuinely love you. I need to feel you as close as you can get. Now come on, get to the humping me part!" He laughed and gently lay down on top of her. She put her arms around him and kissed his face as he began to slowly thrust into her. "Oh, Quinn! That's the most amazing feeling I've ever had." He kissed her, "It still gets better." As he pumped himself into, then out of her, she moaned for him. Britt had never felt anything like this. As he thrust away, she realized a vibrator was never enough. She needed Quinn, big and real, making love to her like a man should. As much as she tried to imagine how good this could be, nothing prepared her for this. This was pleasure on a whole new level. After awhile, Britt cried out to Quinn, "Oh god Quinn, fuck me harder!" He loved hearing that from the woman he'd never heard say a bad word in all the time he'd known her. He gave her what she wanted and thrust with even more force. "Do you like that?" he asked her in his soft almost teasing voice. "Oh yes!" she cried out. "Do you want some more?" "I need more Quinn! As hard as you can now!!" She was now ready for anything he had to give. He sped up his thrusting, encouraged by her words. Britt was getting really into it by this point. She was panting and moaning, her breathing quickened. "Quinn! I love that massive dick of yours! Get as deep inside me as you can!" She didn't want him to hold anything back. She wanted to see his passion finally unbound. "I'm trying baby," he panted back to her, loving her words. He was working hard, and she was appreciative. "I want all your cum inside me Quinn! I want to feel you shoot your load into my pussy!" He loved hearing that even more. Quinn was getting more into the talking part of it too. "You like my dick?" he asked her. "I love it! You have to let me suck it!" she replied as he did her, nearly out of breath. "You sure you can get your mouth around it?" he asked back, thoroughly enjoying this conversation. "Probably not, it's sooo huge. But I'll try really hard, I promise I will," she said between gasps. "So you think you'd like to taste my cum?" "Definitely!" she said, taking his dick hard and deep. "Are you going to be a good girl and swallow it all?" "I'm a very good girl. I'll swallow anything you give me," she managed to say, sincerely meaning it. "That's right," he said, pumping with more force and hornier than he'd ever been in his life, "I'm going to fuck your mouth with my massive dick until I cum. Then, you're going to swallow every last drop of it. Then, I'm going to fuck your tight pussy again. If we still want more, I'm going to turn you over and get my dick in your nice ass. Or maybe I'll bury my face in your pussy and get another taste of you." "I hope you don't mind, but I squirt when I have an orgasm," Britt replied, barely able to speak much less think. Quinn almost lost it at that. His girlfriend never did anything like that, but he loved to watch it in porn and always secretly dreamed of Britt doing it for him. "I want you to squirt on my face. Then I'll lick you clean." They were so horny, and the more they talked and fucked the closer they got to climaxing. Finally, it was happening for both of them. First, Quinn yelled out, "Oh shit! I'm going to cum!" And that was all Britt needed to hear to bring her close to orgasm. "Oh! My pussy! I'm going to cum too!" Quinn pulled himself up on his arms so he could slam her really hard. There was no way he could be gentle now, but Britt had begged him to do it as hard as he could. The thought of her liking it rough sent chills through his body. He was putting everything he had into it, and she let him know how much she loved his efforts. This was the woman he loved, and he was going to give her the best he knew how to give. All of the sudden, Quinn let out a loud grunt, and Britt could feel a warm sensation in her pussy. She knew what it was and the thought instantly brought her to an orgasm. "Oh Quinn!!!" she cried out to him as the most wonderful feeling washed over her body. "Ah...yeah...I love it when you call out my name like that..." he whispered as the sensation waned. She was right about squirting; he could feel the juice from her pussy washing over his cock. After his orgasm, it was the next best feeling he'd ever had. He couldn't even see her do it, but the thought of it left him needing more. He knew he had to cum some more in her. After all, she did ask for all of it. He pushed back into her, and as he let go of a little more cum, she had another orgasm. He still needed one more time though. As he thrust into her she moaned again through another one. "Quinn..." was all she could manage to get out. He was exhausted, so he pulled out of her and pushed himself over onto the bed. He lay facing her, staring blankly into space. Britt, still on her back, closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. She knew he needed some time to get his energy back, so she lay quietly next to him thinking over what just happened. Suddenly, she heard Quinn snoring. She smiled at him as he slept. After about 30 minutes, Quinn woke up. He looked at her with a sheepish grin and said, "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you." "Quinn," Britt said, "I might not have been with a man before, but I know that after sex some guys sleep. Especially if you're doing a beyond amazing job like you just did. Let me guess, your girlfriend got mad at you for falling asleep." He sighed, "Yeah. I had to not put in too much effort because I'd be too tired. If I fell asleep she'd get pissed. Even if I tried to tell her I was really exhausted, she'd just get mad. I fucking hate it when sex is a chore. Why don't girls understand that they just need to let me sleep?" he asked, exasperated. Britt started laughing and Quinn calmed down. "I'm glad you understand, Britt. That makes me feel even more like we were meant to be together. It seems like such a simple issue, but I can't physically keep going after that." "Quinn, it's a biological issue. Of course I can understand that. There's nothing you can do about it. So...please don't ever worry about that. You can sleep as much as you need to." Quinn leaned in and put his arm around her waist. "I can't believe I've been missing out on this. On you..." Britt kissed him gently. "Don't worry about that either, okay? We're together now. Whatever happened between us before and whatever kept us apart doesn't matter anymore." He smiled at her and looked deep into her eyes. "By the way, Quinn, you really are amazing in bed. And I wasn't kidding when I said you are massive. I was surprised all of that even fit inside me." "I was actually surprised too," he replied. "You're so tight, I wasn't sure how it was going to work. But you were also incredibly wet." Britt blushed at that. "I'm sorry, I just—" "No," he cut her off, "don't be sorry. It was even better because of that. It's not a bad thing, trust me. Some girls can't get that wet and it's really uncomfortable. But you...you were so ready for me. It was incredible!" She grinned, "I told you, Quinn. That's what you do to me." "I wish you could've seen what you did to me when you had your orgasm," Quinn said. "What do you mean?" Britt asked. "You squirted all over my dick! It was amazing. I swear, I've always wanted a woman who could do that. Up until now I've only watched girls do that in porn. But it drives me absolutely insane!" Britt chuckled, "Kind of like how seeing guys cum makes me absolutely insane?" "Ah, you like that?" he asked. She grinned, "Let's just say I would do whatever it takes to get more cum out of you." He grinned back at her and was left somewhat speechless at her willingness to please him. He wanted to do her all night long, but he suddenly felt exhausted. They laid there silently for a bit taking everything in. Britt could tell that Quinn was still pretty tired. His eyes kept closing, but he kept snapping them back open. Finally, she said, "Quinn, go to sleep already. You have my permission." He smiled and closed his eyes. It wasn't long before she heard him snoring softly again. Britt fell asleep a little bit later. She only woke up once in the night and felt Quinn's arms around her and his naked body pressed right up against hers. True Love in San Francisco Ch. 03 When Britt woke up the next morning she was facing Quinn. Her eyes opened slowly and as they did she noticed him facing her and staring at her. When she was fully awake, he said, "Good morning, beautiful." She smiled. "Good morning, handsome. Or, after what I saw last night, sexy." He smiled back at her. Quinn turned to lie on his back and Britt moved in close to him. She held onto him and they lay still together trying to imagine what this day would bring them. Britt had an idea, and she sat up. As Quinn looked at her, she began to lean over and kiss his chest. "Getting started early, huh?" he asked with a grin. "I want to give you a proper wake up," she replied. He was intrigued and let her continue. As Britt kissed his chest, Quinn watched her closely. He wasn't entirely sure where she was going with this, but he was sure that whatever they ended up doing would be great. He thought through what she might be up to, and ended up concluding that she must want to get on top of him and ride him. Then, she began to kiss down his chest. She kissed further down past his stomach and stopped to pay close attention to his cock. He suddenly realized what was going to happen: she was going to give him a blow job. "Uh...are you seriously going to give me a blow job?" he asked. "Definitely," she replied and looked up at him with a grin. "Man," Quinn started, "I've never been with girls who like that. It was a "special occasions only" thing. There are not enough special occasions though! But I love them so much. I'd kill for a good one. I don't know any guy who wouldn't. You really will do anything to make me cum, won't you?" "I love you so much. All I want is to please you. Besides, I figured you needed some blow jobs since I can't imagine that horrible girlfriend of yours was giving them to you. Truthfully, I love the whole idea of giving them to you. I'll do my best and try to make it memorable for you. My only goal this weekend is to be your little cum slut. If it'll make you give me some, I'll do it for you. Every day can be a special occasion for us. Any time, any place, in any position, as many times as you can possibly handle it," she said while gazing intently into his eyes. "Holy shit..." was all he could say. He realized she was serious. He also suddenly realized that not only had he been missing out on great sex and all the blow jobs he could handle, but that he had been missing out on a woman who loved him so much that she would do the things his previous girlfriends wouldn't. He chuckled and Britt got back to work kissing his cock. After some kissing, Britt took Quinn in her hand. She held onto him near the tip and slowly began to lick up and down him. Then, she buried her face deeper into him to get to his balls. She moved her tongue over them and kissed them. Then, she began to carefully suck on them. By this time, Quinn was hard as a rock. She licked up from the balls, up his shaft, and to the tip. She looked up at him and lowered her mouth onto him. Her tongue danced around the tip of his cock as she sucked on him. She moved even lower around him, and she noticed that he was gripping the edge of the bed. Quinn let little moans escape as Britt moved her mouth up and down his penis. Then, she put her hand on the base and moved it along with her mouth. She moved up and down and watched him get tenser as he neared the point of ejaculation. After a couple minutes, he couldn't take it anymore. He was going to cum and cum hard. He heard himself begging for more. "I want to cum in your mouth! I want you to swallow all of it!" he said to her, hoping she'd really swallow it. Britt continued on, and she was enjoying every second of it. All of the sudden, Quinn's body tensed up even more, he let out a loud noise, and she felt a warm liquid shooting into her mouth. She continued to suck his cock until a little more cum escaped him. She wanted to make sure she got it all, and she moved her mouth a few more times until she was sure it was over. Britt removed her mouth from Quinn. She played with his cum in her mouth as he watched her. He wished he could get hard again and do her right then because the sight of her enjoying his seed was making him crazy. Then, she swallowed it all. She left a little behind on his penis, so she made sure to lick the rest of it up. She sat up next to Quinn, who was still holding onto the bed. "What a way to wake up," he said slowly. "I love the way you taste, Quinn," she told him when he had caught his breath. He lay still in bed. "I have to admit, you did an amazing job. I haven't had a blow job in a long time, and even the times I did they weren't nearly that good," he said. "So, pretty good for my first time then?" Britt asked. "That was your first time?! That was better than most girls 10th time," he replied. "Well," she started, "it's like I said. I love you, so I want to please you. Don't ever be scared to ask me for anything. I'm very open and incredibly willing. I want to make your fantasies come true." Quinn slowly sat up, moved in close to her, and kissed her more passionately than he'd ever kissed anyone in his life. They managed to separate themselves from each other. Quinn got out of bed then said, "I'm going to get in the shower. Maybe you could join me? I mean, I can't do a whole lot right now, but if you want to..." Britt jumped out of bed, "Of course I want to!" As they walked to the bathroom he heard his phone ring. He looked at it and saw it was his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend as Britt called her. He decided he'd better answer since she didn't have a habit of calling. "Hello?" he asked as Britt watched him. She wasn't sure who it was but she quickly saw Quinn's expression turn to a frown. When he finished on the phone he sat down on the bed and looked up at her. "She broke up with me..." he said, not sure how to take what just happened. "What?" Britt asked a little confused. "That was my girlfriend," he said. "She wanted to let me know that she's been seeing someone else for several weeks and we're through." Britt felt herself getting mad at him. "Quinn! We just had an incredible night together, and it's only going to get better from here. Why the hell do you care about her breaking up with you?! I would've thought you'd be happy about that. Now we can be together without her getting in the way. I'm glad she broke up with you!" Quinn pulled his thoughts together. "Britt, it's not what you think," he replied. "What is it then?" she asked. "I have been trying so hard not to think about you until yesterday because I felt like I was being unfaithful to her. Then I find out she was cheating on me! I could've been happy with you this whole time but I was trying to be faithful to her! I was good to her even knowing I didn't love her, and she couldn't do that for me?! She's been playing me this whole time, and I've been miserable thinking about you but thinking we shouldn't be together!" Quinn was yelling by this point, and Britt knew she had to calm him down. Britt sat down next to him. "Quinn, look, don't worry about what happened, okay? We're together now. Besides, she's a jerk, you know that. I think you've always known that though." He knew she was right. He had always known; he just didn't want to think about it. The truth was, his ex-girlfriend was beautiful and successful, and he thought those were good enough reasons to stay with her. But now that he'd been with Britt, he knew that wasn't enough. Britt was beautiful and was sure to be successful too. But she was also sweet, kind, thoughtful, and madly in love with him. "I know she was. I guess that's why I wanted to be the one to break up with her. I wanted to tell her what she did to me and that I found someone else a million times better," he finally said. "Ah, I see. You have to understand though, for people like her it doesn't matter what you say they did. She's selfish, and she doesn't realize how anything she did could hurt anyone else. Her life is about her. You could tell her she hurt you, but it won't have any effect on her. She'll continue to not care about you." Once again, he knew she was right, and he told her so. Quinn leaned over and kissed Britt on the cheek. She seemed to understand the situation, and he knew he should listen to her. He knew he couldn't let his ex-girlfriend keep him from being happy with Britt. She was the woman he was truly in love with, and she was truly in love with him. As if solidifying that in his mind, Britt gently leaned against him and kissed him. "I swear Quinn, if that woman ruins my weekend with you, I'm going to hurt her," she said with a chuckle. Quinn laughed and relaxed a bit. Britt always knew how to make him feel better. "So," he said, "how about that shower?"