The place was packed but the only person I could see was Brian. The only voice I could hear was Brian's.Over the next few months, I created reasons to...be near Brian.We met several times for coffee and every time I came away feeling more in love with him. Although he seemed to enjoy our conversations, he never seemed interested in me as a woman.The week before Thanksgiving Brian and I returned to Tony's. Sitting across from him I asked when he would be leaving for Thanksgiving.Chuckling he said,. It’s against my professional ethics to interfere with her religious beliefs, even if they seem destructive. It would be one thing if she was in a dangerous cult or trying to harm herself, but she’s not.”“She’s been brainwashed just as badly as those Peoples’ Temple folks who followed Jim Jones to Guyana! Or the Manson girls!”“Maybe so, but some things I just can’t interfere with directly. Would you want me to try to change your friend Jennifer so she wasn’t mostly lesbian?”“Hell no! She can’t. Before we left for the club, I remarked that her evening outfit and the way she looked was hot enough to melt the thickest ice off any brother’s heart. She laughed, slapped my shoulder and told me to stop k**ding her. Chris too shared the same opinion.We ordered a round of gin and tonic, followed by another.“Wow!” Justin exclaimed as she slammed her empty glass on the table, fanning herself. “That sure hit the spot.”She sat between Chris and myself, while behind us the DJ sampled out hip-hop. Feeling her ever so soft erect nipple to pop straight up and out between my fingers, though mom made no mention of the inadvertent contact, treating it as a non moment, my cock certainly hadn't.I felt it lengthen, though thankfully not enough to as yet make a scene.She laughed then looking at me as I released her letting her stand on her own. Like normal around the house I wasn't wearing a shirt. From my shoulder to my waist I was covered in blue paint. "You look a little like a Smurf!" she.