Chapter 45

Emma walked back with Bruiser against her chest. She was standing above Brent who was still sitting on the sand. Her shaved pussy was directly across from his eyes. Something occurred to him.

“Um, Emma...” he said, but didn’t finish.

“Yeah? What is it, Brent?” she asked curiously.

“Uh, thank you for taking care of me ... down there...” - God, he had just thanked her for a hand job. What the fuck was wrong with him? “Um, would you like me to ... um ... for you...” he stammered.

Emma was confused for a moment trying to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Then Brent nodded toward her crotch and the light bulb went on above her head.

She laughed. “No, I’m quite alright. Maybe we’ll save that for our next date,” she said.

Brent’s face brightened. “So, you mean you want to go out again?” His voice was shamelessly eager but he didn’t care.

Emma smiled down at him. She bent over and kissed him passionately.

“Yes. We will do this again. Now let’s get dressed before we get arrested.”

Brent looked around, suddenly frightened; there was no one there on the beach though, save for the two of them. He pushed himself up from the sand and brushed himself off.

Having redressed, the pair walked back to the beach parking lot where both of their cars were; Brent escorted Emma to hers.

Emma put her hand on the door handle and turned to Brent with a smile.

“I had a really nice time tonight,” she said softly.

“Me too,” he agreed, somewhat lamely.

“Are you busy Friday night?” Emma inquired. That was the day after tomorrow.

Brent was caught off-guard and blinked. He hadn’t expected her to make the next move.

“Uh, no. I’m free,” he said.

“Good,” Emma said firmly. “My place, Friday night, 5 o’clock. I’ll text you the address. And bring Bruiser; it might be a long night,” she said with a smirk. Bruiser barked from the ground next to Brent.

Emma bent over and kissed Bruiser before standing up and giving Brent his final kiss of the night.

Brent picked Bruiser up for safety as Emma got in her car and drove away, leaving him standing in the light of the parking lot sodium lamps.

“I’m glad you like her, boy,” he said to Bruiser. “Because I think- well, I hope- that we are going to be seeing a lot more of her.”