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The Guilt Will Kill You

Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

chef, new menu. The online reviews are always good.” The maitre d' seated them at a table in a dark corner in exchange for a quiet bribe. “Your privacy will be assured here, sir,” he said, snapping his fingers to summon the waiter. The meal was relaxed, the food excellent, and the service quiet and discrete. After dinner, they piled in Wolfie's truck for the drive back to her place. “See?” Red said. “Nothing bad happened. No one recognized the new, cleaned-up Wolfie, and no one attacked you, Granny.” “Nobody touches my girls,” Wolfie said. “Since when are we your girls?” Lisa chuckled. “You're with me. That means you're my responsibility. I care about you,” Wolfie answered. “I take this very seriously.” “Are you always this chivalrous?” Lisa asked. “A romantic at heart. The guys used to tease me about it, called me old-school until they figured out I was proud of it. I like women, not as sex objects, but as the sensitive, mysterious, fragile, wonderful creatures they are.” “I’m not fragile,” Granny huffed. “Bullshit,” Lisa muttered. When they got to Granny’s house, Red let her out of the truck and then climbed back inside. Wolfie walked Granny to her door. “See? A safe, quiet evening out. I’ll wait here while you let yourself in and reset your alarm.” Lisa blushed, touched his hand briefly, and went inside. “What?” Red asked when Wolfie got behind the wheel. “No goodnight kiss?” He looked at her by the glow of the instrument panel lights. “I don’t think she and I will go ... down that road.” He put the truck in gear. “Are you staying with me tonight?” “May I?” “Hoped you would.” *** The next morning Wolfie went to Lisa’s house to pick her up for their Saturday jam session. “Where’s Pietra?” she asked when she saw him alone at her door. “She asked me to pick you up. She rode her bike to my house yesterday, so she’s on her way home to change clothes and get her car so she can bring you back here tonight. She should be back to my place by the time we get there.” They got in his truck. Lisa said, “She stayed with you last night.” “Does that bother you?” “Not really.” “That didn’t sound convincing.” Lisa studied the man beside her. “I don’t want her getting hurt.” “You don’t know me very well, Lisa.” “I know men.” “You know about one horrible man. We’re not all like that. Pietra told me you used to date men.” “That was a while ago. Since the attack I see men as predators.” “Do you see me that way?” “Not so much anymore.” “Good.” They drove in silence until Lisa said, “You told me last night you don’t see women as sex objects, but you’re sleeping with Pietra.” “Sleeping with a girl doesn’t mean I see her as a sex object. To me the term is offensive. It’s not like that with Red and me.” “Oh?” Granny deadpanned. “Then how is it?” Wolfie stole a glance at her as he drove. “I like her a lot. I know you and Pietra are lovers. It’s pretty obvious you two are very close. She and I talked about it. I’m not trying to come between you two, but we enjoy each other.” ...