I knocked softly, hoping it wouldbe loud enough to be heard."Katie-Kat. It's me. Can I come in?"Silence.I knocked again, a little harder this time. It...didn't take a lot ofdeductive skill to figure that my parents were probably at the bottom ofthe stairs, monitoring the events."I want to apologize," I said a little louder, placing my mouth rightnext to the door. "Can I please come in and talk to you?"Nothing.I sighed and turned around to leave. After only a couple of steps fromthe door, however,. Clean. Certain.Part of me thought I should do it. Probably the part in my pants that surged every time I was with her. Wouldn't be the first time I'd gambled. Nor the last.The day we met I was downtown following a low-dime lead. Boyfriend suspected his girl of sleepin' around and I was on my way to scope the apartment and set up bugs. I passed Relationshop on 8th and Maple. The storefront flickered, advertising perfect filtered matches based on the profile beamed from my implant. Nine billion. Okay?" "Mmm, yeah, but that about this lovely hard-on you have here?" Yeah it is ready, isn't it?" "Would a blowjob make it happy?" "You're kidding, right?"Some of my girlfriends give blowjobs; they talk about it all the time. How great it is, how guys go crazy, how it feels to have him spurt his warm cum in your mouth, what it tastes like, all about 'facials', cum on their breasts, rubbing it in to make them grow bigger, getting a second orgasm from your guy, some girls seemed like. She opened the door in black lingerie. Chuck was a bigger man, a little on the chunky side but not fat. We chatted for a little while, me being on the love seat of their couches and they sat on the big one together. As we drank Cindy asked me to sit in between them. I downed my drink and did as asked. The second i sat down Cindy started to rub my cock through my pants then Chuck moved his hand lower to rub my balls. I shoved my hand between Cindy's legs and began to rub to find her soaking wet.