"She's happy now?" I asked as I patted her pussy.

"She is for now, but she'll need your special treatment again soon," Beth Ann replied wearily.

"The sooner, the better." 

Beth Ann stayed with me the rest of the afternoon. It had been a big weekend for me, starting on Friday at around 7PM, ending with Beth Ann's crescendo of an hour ago. I was weary and it showed. Beth Ann left just after dinner.

"Good bye for now, my love," said she as she embraced and kissed me.

"I love you, Precious," I replied with a pinch.

She left, but not before kissing me, squeezing my boobs, and slapping my ass.

I called Mark. "Hi handsome. How are you?" I asked in a sultry voice.

"Good, Kathy. How are you?"

"Happy. I thought about those things you said. It makes perfect sense. Sorry I didn't catch on sooner."

"You just needed time to think. Do you feel better now?"

I've become so bewildered by seeing loser girls getting the best guys. By girls who have no looks, are selfish, have a bad figure, who have no class and no brains, with an adoring man at their side. How do they do it? They use all the tools at a woman's disposal: female cunning, sex, tears, infliction of guilt, lies, and whatever else. I selected my words carefully because I wanted to convince him I was the best girl in the world for him. I would crowd out any other girl. I wanted him to know I was serious about building a relationship with him. I wanted him. And I was going to get him, whatever it took.

I used a combination of sincerity and some cunning of my own. "A lot better. I thought a lot about us and it made me feel good. You're right; let's let it grow. I feel so comfortable with you. Like I've known you all my life. Our relationship is beautiful. It's something so right." I hesitated. "Let's fall in love, Mark."

"That will be easy. And we're off to a good start," he replied. My heart fluttered.  

We talked a while longer. Mark informed me that after work Monday he had office hours from 5PM to 6:45PM at the university, then he had to teach his night class from 7 to 10.  

"Long day," I sympathized. "I'll bring dinner to your office. Caffe Dolce Sera makes a nice ravioli dish. Their stuffed shells are good too, as is their veal parmigiana. They have take-out. I'll be at your office just after 6."

"You're getting me hungry, Kathy. It's a date. Park in the faculty lot behind my office; I'll alert security