We pulled into Bella's driveway and sat there for a few moments, her face pressed tightly against my scrotum. There was a part of me that wanted to sit there like this forever. The more rational part knew that we needed to get into the house.

I nudged her shoulder. "Bella?"

"Mmmmmmmm..." she moaned into my pants.

"Mmmmmmm..." I replied as the moan sent good vibrations into every nerve ending in my appendage.

Breathe in...breathe out...try not to jizz in your underpants.

"Bella," I called to her in a singsong voice, nudging again. "You need to wake up now. We're home."

"Mmmmmmm...don' wanna...wanna stay herrrrrrre."

Oh sweetheart, I'm right there with you.

"I know, honey, but we need to get up and go in the house. I'm sure your bed, or the couch, is more comfortable. Don't you agree?"

Yep, I just called her honey. You caught that too?

Finally, at long last, she raised herself up from my lap, wiping the drool that had pooled at the corner of her mouth...and all over my pants. Great, now I look like I pissed myself.

"Lessss goooooo!" she ordered, pointing towards the house like a general leading their army.

I stepped out of my car and started to head up the sidewalk, but hesitated when I didn't hear the car door open or shut. That's because Bella was still trying to maneuver herself out of the seat belt, apparently.

I walked around the side of the car and opened her door.

"Need a little help?"

Her lip stuck out in that pout I'd grown to love and she whimpered. It was so adorable when she did that. Shuddup, so I have a mangina. I reached around and clicked open the latch of the seat belt and untangled it from her body. And then, like some sort of magician, she'd stood up and had already entangled herself around me. Houdini had nothing on this girl.

"Let's get you in that house, okay?"

She saluted me.

When we got to the door, I dug through her purse to find the house key. Wallet, cell phone, tampon...get a little wigged out...pen, pack of gum...dear lord, what DOESN'T she have in this thing?...nail clippers, tweezers, eyeliner, mascara...keys?...nope, lip gloss, Swiss army knife...KEYS! I mentally praised myself and inserted the key into the lock and pushed the door open.

Her home was very cozy. She had some overstuffed beige chairs and a matching sofa, with colorful puffy quilts adorning the backs of each of them. The house had a musky berry scent to it, which appeared to be coming from the unlit oil burner on the counter of her kitchen. Overall, it was very welcoming and made me want to curl up and relax.

This wasn't about me, however, so I got to putting away her purse, sitting it on the counter, because I had no clue what to do with it (and after touching that unopened tampon, I was still a little freaked out). Bella wandered into the kitchen, opening and shutting cabinets and cupboards, then peeking in the freezer and refrigerator.

"Scoooooore!" she announced proudly, producing a long white package and skipping sluggishly into the living room, seemingly forgetting I was there.

I followed blindly into the living room and tucked myself into the corner of her sofa, while she sat in her chair and attempted to open whatever was in that package.

I wished I had been in the habit of eating the confection she was currently wrestling open, because when she finally got it, I wanted to beg her to throw it away...give it to the neighbor's dog...anything. Just...anything!

Bella produced the cherry red popsicle and popped it directly into her mouth.

Well, it was less like popping it in her mouth and more like sliding it across her tongue til it hit the back of her throat, then suctioning her lips tightly around the base, and then slowly-ever so slowly-drawing it back out, ending with a decidedly loud "pop".

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned in satisfaction, nearly crossing her eyes to look at the popsicle.

Over and over again, she fellated that popsicle, til it was no more than a stub of melting goop clinging to a stick. In the meantime, I pondered what sort of evil things I'd possibly done in my life that warranted the gods to tempt and tease me in such a delicious manner.

"Mmmmmmm," I answered, readjusting my cock for the umpteenth time that afternoon.

Bella's eyes flicked up to meet mine.

"Like what you see, big boy?"

Oh shit...abort! Abort!

That crazy look gleamed in her eyes and I was honestly fearful for my genitalia!

I swallowed heavily as she put the stick down on the edge of the coffee table and sidled up next to me, placing her freezing cherry lips firmly against my neck.

"Ngggh" I think I uttered. I'm not really sure. Blood flow to the brain was swiftly becoming a problem again. I wasn't even thinking about how that sticky popsicle stick was going to ruin the finish of the table. Nope, not at all.

"Mmmmmm...you tayse like cherrieeeees."

Some sort of squeaking noise came from my throat as I tried to reign in a coherent thought. Just one coherent thought was all I needed. But before I could form one, her lips were on mine and she was straddling me and thrusting her tongue in my mouth and trying to suck my tongue in her mouth and oh god I was going to die of bliss!

Her hips swayed over my aching dick and in that moment I had a pinprick of clarity. Just enough clarity to realize that she was still partially medicated and I needed to stop this before we both did something we truly regretted. Well, maybe not me, but definitely her. Wasn't I Mr. Virtuous? Go me.

My hands wrapped around her upper arms and I managed to break the suction of her mouth from mine. She got this sly little smile, like she had more tricks up her sleeve, but my resolve was returning-albeit slow as a snail.

"Hey, as much as I love this, we can't do this right now."

There came the pouty lip.

"But whyyyyyy?"

I can do this. I CAN do this!

"Because you're still pretty sleepy and I need you fully awake to do this. Okay?"

The lip jutted out further.

"Okayyyyyyy," she reluctantly agreed. Wow, that was pretty easy. Maybe the meds were almost out of her system? One could only hope.

Climbing off my lap, she readjusted the scrubs and sat back down next to me, pressed into my side. I wanted to ask her if she wanted to change into something more comfortable and less tight, but that just seemed like a can of worms that I wasn't willing or able to handle opening again.

"Mmmmmmm...this is niiiiiiice," she cooed, pressing her arm into my bicep and stroking it with her free hand.

"It is, isn't it?" I smiled down at her, leaning down and pressing a chaste kiss into her hair.

I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, keeping the volume soft. Bella hummed in satisfaction, nuzzling against my arm a little more, then promptly fell asleep.