Probed 2 (Patreon)

Her head spun as she triumphantly tasted Kon, a feast of his flavor. More cum surged against her tonsils and she swallowed as much as she could, loving the taste as much as she wanted to spare herself from choking.

“Do you hear that?” Serling asked, looking around, before she noticed that Kon’s face was slack, his jaw fallen as a wave of sweat washed over his features. “Kon? Are you okay? You look white as a sheet.”

“Yeah… lots of white…”

Tekka gagged and gulped, using her lips and tongue and fist to get everything she could out of Kon’s heavily laden balls. Moaning, gurgling, she took down every last drop Kon fed her. She was happy to indulge herself in the reward for all her efforts.

She was nursing on Kon’s softening cock when Serling pulled the tablecloth aside, then nearly jumped out of her seat at the sight of her.

“Tekka! Jesus! What are you doing here?”

Tekka lifted her head from Kon’s fallen erection, a sprig of cum on her lower lip adding to the exotic facepaint she tattooed herself with. “Oh. Mmm? I guess you’re not a visual learner, huh? I was going down on Kon, you know? He was really backed up, so I decided I’d give him a little relief before I took him home. I’m a softie that way. I could never make him wait for a whole drive back and for a pizza to be cooked, all while he had a hard cock—”

Serling dropped the tablecloth back into place. “Jesus Christ, Kon, what’s wrong with you? Just when I start to feel some sympathy for you—how could you do this? You really can’t go on a date with one girl without… without…”

Kon struggled to get his dick back inside his pants. “Hey, hey, easy, Serling! There’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for all this.” With his zipper back up, he lifted his hands into the air calmly. “You were running late and I thought you’d decided to ghost me. Then Tekka wandered in and asked if I was eating alone, so I told her yeah, I guess I am. So she joined me and we were having a nice little chat when I saw you walk in. Well, I didn’t want to ruin Tekka’s night after she’d been so cool to me, so I thought if she kept sitting here and you got another table over there, then I could just have a nice time with both of you.”

“I was fifteen minutes later!” Serling cried.

Tekka slipped out from under the table, sitting down in a chair to the side of the table. “That’s pretty disrespectful, girl. Punctuality is a way of telling people that we value their time as much as our own.”

“I don’t want to hear from you! You had my date’s dick in your mouth!”

“He was my date too,” Tekka protested airily. “And just because you were going to play hard to get, I had to go without cock? That’s not cool, lady.”

“Aren’t you the least bit offended that Kon was dating another woman while he was with you!?”

Tekka scratched her head. “I suppose it’s not very fiscally responsible, going to a nice place like this and paying for three meals. Four, I guess, if he was eating with both of us. And that doesn’t speak well of your relationship to food, Kon, if you’re overeating that way. Were you going to skip your next meal? You shouldn’t do that, man. You should eat a healthy portion at every meal, and drink plenty of water.”

“Don’t tell him to drink water!” Serling groaned.

“But he should. It’s very easy to become dehydrated, especially on hot days.”

Serling grabbed her hair like she was going to rip it out before forcing her hands to relax. “I’m leaving! Oh, and before I forget!”

She picked up a glass and threw its contents into Kon’s face.

“Hey—” Tekka moaned disapprovingly. “That was my drink.”

Serling got up to stomp out of the restaurant. Kon jumped up to pursue her.

“Serling, wait!”

“Wait a tick, hero!” Tekka popped into his way. “Why are you going after her, huh? She made her feelings pretty clear. And there’s a pretty rocking chick here already, if you’re down for companionship…”

Kon’s panicked gaze could barely stay on Tekka while Serling was receding into the distance. “Tekka, you’re great, but I’ve gotta fix this with Serling!”

“Why?”

“Because I like her!”

Tekka crossed her arms. “Then why didn’t you tell me to leave so you could just be with Serling? I would’ve understood. It’s not like I wait with bated breath for the two of us to have a run-in. It’s just a happening, man, a cosmic coinkydink.”

“I don’t know!” Kon shrieked. “I don’t know. I do like you, a lot, but part of that is because you’re so understanding, but Serling isn’t like that—”

“So I’m low-maintenance or whatever and she’s high-maintenance… and you wanna maintain her?”

“I just don’t want her to be mad at me!”

Tekka squeezed the hands she had wrapped around her biceps. “It feels pretty no-bueno that you’d rather get yelled at by Serling than have a nice meal with me.”

“It’s not that!” Kon tried to assure her, grabbing her shoulders. “It’s just that the Serling thing is an emergency and you’re… you know… you can give me a minute to cool this down, right?”

“So I’m not a priority unless I’m yelling at you and throwing stuff in your face? That’s not so copacetic either, Kon. I’m nice to you. I like being nice to you. But man, we’re getting to the point where you should be having oral sex with me, not blowing me off because you know I’ll still like you. Or think I’ll still like you.”

Kon spotted a waiter headed their way. “But isn’t it, like, not logical or whatever to not eat your food while it’s hot, cold, shit, whatever? Just eat dinner while I sort things out with Serling.”

“Okay, but only because I don’t like to waste food. I don’t think highly of this restaurant. I just wanted to spend time with you.”

“And I want to spend time with you! But I can’t have my friend wanting to murder me!”

And he let go of her to run after Serling while the door was still swinging with her exit.

“Maybe you should give her space,” Tekka called after him.

***

Serling was sitting in her VW Bug, trying the ignition. Not succeeding.

“Come on, come on…” she muttered at her dash as the dials lit up, went dark, lit up again, went dark again.

Kon ran up to her window. “Serling! Let me explain!”

“You already explained!” Serling shouted back, so hotly that the window fogged in front of her mouth.

“I only get to explain once? Come on! I’ve saved the world and stuff!”

“You don’t need to explain more than once! I get it! You want Tekka and you want me and you don’t want to have to choose when you can just tell a little white lie and get to enjoy both of us, right!?” This time, a little spittle hit the window glass.

Kon winced. “That’s not fair! You’re making me out like I’m some kinda self-serving jerk, but I was just trying to be nice to both of you! If I was a jerk, I’d be a jerk to both of you, but I’m nice, so I was nice! Which you’re mad at me for! Very uncool!”

“Nice? NICE? Was it nice to go and get a blowjob instead of spending time with me on our date?”

Kon thought about it. “It would’ve been nice if you hadn’t found out about it?”

Serling actually growled with rage and gave her key a savage twist, resulting in it breaking off in the ignition. “GODDAMMIT!”

She threw her head down onto the steering wheel, not even caring that this honked the horn.

Kon waited for her to feel like letting up enough to end the car horn’s… horning… before he tapped nervously on the window glass.

Serling accommodatingly rolled down the window.

“I could give you a lift back to your place?”

“It’s fine,” Serling said tersely. “I’ll get an Uber.”

“At this time of night? In a town so small that it’s pretty much an outlet mall with delusions of grandeur? Come on, Serl.” Kon gave her his puppiest puppy dog eyes. “I promise, no talking, no justifying myself. I’ll just drive you to your motel room and let you right out. I will not say one word for the entire car ride.”

Serling thought about it for a moment. She thought this is taking me longer than quantum physics. Is this what people whose IQ points are in the hundreds feel like?

“Alright,” she said at last. “But only because I want to see if it’s possible for you to stay silent through a red light, much less an entire car ride.”

“Awesome! You won’t regret this!”

Serling held up her hand. “Kon? Start practicing the silent treatment. I really want to get the silent treatment.”

They walked to Kon’s car, which had Tekka sitting on the hood.

“Hey guys.” She waved to them. “Guess who got her bike stolen?”