Sunday afternoon, the day after our double date at the bowling alley.

"I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, Joe," consoles Brenda, a bit tearfully, after she parks us at one of the trailheads of the quiet Forest Reserve just outside town.

Aww, shit, I was afraid of this, I think. She's letting me go. That was quick.

"It's only fair for me to tell you in person. Except for this, I would have wanted to keep seeing you. I just hope you'll understand how much I love Kaitlyn."

"Oh, I could see it the night I met you," I reply, touching her cheek. "Of course, I have to let you go be with your true love." Two weeks ago, on the same night I met Brenda, she and Kaitlyn had played at sucking each other's breasts for a couple of minutes. That incident was enough to seriously inflame Brenda's smoldering, hidden desire for her best friend of many years, and enough to temporarily push away Kaitlyn, who cut off all contact, sending Brenda into an emotional tailspin. But Brenda finally heard back from her this morning. In the time since, they have been discussing - and, no doubt, demonstrating - their love for each other.

"You're so sweet, it makes letting you go harder," she says, taking my hand. "Oh, how I wish we could just be with all the people we like, and love, at the same time. Maybe that's what Heaven is. But in this world, I am in love with her, and I think she feels the same." She pauses. "I'm not completely sure, though. The reason I have time to talk to you right now is that today has been such a whirlwind that she went to the gym for a couple of hours to collect her thoughts. I thought it best for me to tell you now, because if those thoughts go the way I hope, she and I could well spend the rest of our lives together."

I reassure her again. "You love who you love."

"Of course ... " Brenda appraises me for a moment, appearing conflicted and muttering something inaudible to herself. "Okay," she says with a look of resolve. "I swear, Joe, I would not bring this up if you weren't taking things so well, and please tell me if I'm out of line, but ... well, Kaitlyn and I aren't an official couple. Yet."

"So, you have a few last minutes of freedom?" I ask with a smirk.

"Remember last night, we made love so deliberately, almost like a ballad, because it might be my last time with a man?" She sucks two of my fingers into her mouth. "It looks like there's time for an encore, my little rock star. Finish us off with a real hard rocker."

We start kissing, the faint taste of Kaitlyn's womanly essence in Brenda's mouth, igniting my passion. Yanking off her top, she climbs between the bucket seats, into the back of her little Jeep Renegade, the rear seats already folded down.

I follow her into the back while she spreads out a towel and pulls off her shorts and panties, then undresses me insistently. "Feed me," she begs. The small vehicle's tall, boxy shape offers enough headroom for me to straddle her head, one arm over the front seatback. She slurps in much of my length. "Giving up these marvelous organs will be worth it for Kait, but I will miss them." She bobs a few times and then says, "Fuck my face, Joe! Just for a minute, because I still want cum dripping out of my cunt one last time." She adds with a snicker, "And if that means Kaitlyn tastes it later, she can deal."

That thought makes me even harder, forcing out a precum drizzle to taste as I start ramming her mouth, firmly but lovingly, my free hand caressing her head and running through her hair. Before I can get too excited, I shift my way downward, planting my manly, scratchy, afternoon lips on hers. "Fuck me hard, Joe! Like you're the last man on earth!" she begs. "Because you are!" Although one part of me wishes she would stop saying such things that make me like her even more, another part can only think of penetrating this zesty woman's squishy depths. That part wins. Soon she's got her feet up, making imprints on the headliner, as I thrust, grind our pelvises, suck and tweak her tits, and kiss her neck. Bracing her hands against the sides of the car, too, she lets go about as much as I've ever seen a woman do. She keeps breathing things like, "Fuck me, Joe! Yes, fuck me! Fuck, fuck, fuck me harder!"

Since the parking lot is empty except for us, I encourage this. "Get into it, Bren! This is your last fucking time fucking! Scream if you want to!" And she does, working her way up from demure moans and whispers, to squeals and finally screams as she bucks and writhes, then suddenly floods our juncture with wetness.

Trembling, she instructs me to suck as much of my jizz out of her as I can, and feed it back to her as she admits, "Damn, I am going to miss this stuff!" with a gulp. More things that make me like her more, dammit. She hastily flips me around to a brief sixty-nine so she can taste the mixture one final time, and I get a final taste of her.

Cuddling for the last few minutes we have naked together, Brenda muses, "Jesus, Joe, can I really go through with this? No more men for the rest of my life? At least that was a helluva high note to go out on."

"You sure were singing the high notes for a minute there, Brenda. But we both know who you're really in love with. It's not me."

"I almost feel like it could have gone that direction, Joe, if only we had more time. But ... I know you're right. In fact, I suspect Kaitlyn may be working up the courage to propose to me." Having finally calmed down, she starts gently stroking me a few final times, kissing me tenderly again. "Thanks for letting me entertain my cold feet for a sec. By the way, that's the first time a man has ever made me squirt."

"You say that like someone else has made you do that. Wasn't last night your first time with anyone but a man?"

"Yes," she giggles shyly. "Sarah made me squirt, too."

"See? A woman can meet your needs as well as a man. I'm sure Kaitlyn will make you squirt countless times, until you're making a mess of her old and wrinkled face."

She giggles at this thought. "I know you're right. Thanks for listening while I talk through this. I really will miss you." Does she mean me, or men generally? I wonder. I suppose both.

After Brenda drops me off and I head out to meet up with Matt and Sarah for the evening, I get a text from Brenda. "She asked me!" Sure enough, as Brenda foretold, Kaitlyn has proposed. So, much like Matt's "Mattie" alter ego (as described in the previous two chapters of this series), Kaitlyn's feelings for Brenda were always there, suppressed, and have finally exploded to the surface. Speaking of exploding, I return a text message of congratulations, complete with the exploding-confetti emoji. How can I not be happy for them? Love is love.

Of course, while I genuinely wish those girls the best ... God damn it! Two proposals in twenty-four hours?! Matt and Sarah proposed to each other in the middle of last night, too, and now Kait and Brenda on top of that? I've hardly felt more alone. Fuck! Why can't I hang onto a girlfriend? I know I shouldn't complain; I've had more fantastic sex than most guys my age, and with both women and men. But I've only ever had three girlfriends, women who at least briefly wanted to actually be with me for me. Why can't I sustain a relationship with a girl for more than a few weeks?

Two months from now, my luck will finally turn as I meet the incredible Daphne. But I don't know that yet. For now, self-doubt continues to gnaw.

As I discuss the last day's turns of events with Matt and Sarah at the brewpub, they try to talk me through my despair, reassure me that there are plenty of wonderful women out there for me, and keep me from drowning my sorrows. "You're not completely alone, Joe," comforts Sarah, rubbing my thigh under the table and smiling broadly. "You do have us," Matt adds his hand to the other thigh, whispering into my ear. "And tonight, we are going to do everything we can to make you feel better."