In Search of a Muse: Courtney Pt. 02

She requested I write a story about her secret desire to be taken with her boyfriend nearby. This is the second part of her growth into a secret slut. Whatever regret she felt melted away with her desires.

We were seated together, mostly alone in a small bar with matching glasses half full of amber liquid before us. She'd confessed being nervous, even debating not showing up - but in the end? She agreed to come and arrived early. The bartender was focused on the bar's sole other patron, far down the bar from us. That was when I finally decided to test it. Some part of me thought I should have warned her first, but... Well, another part of me thought that ruined the fun of it.

Ah. Well, wait. You probably want to know more about her before going any farther, yes? Maybe you read my first story of her. Maybe not. Her name was Courtney. An ever-so-innocent name that fit her personality well. Her long, dirty blonde hair reached several inches past her shoulders and danced loose and free. Her eyes were a deep