DERESHIA- New Neighbors
“OH MY GOD DERESHIA LOOK LOOK LOOK SIS!” Candice my younger sister shouted out with excitement glaring out the huge window. Admittedly I turned my attention towards Candice; her brown cocoa face told it all because she was damn near drooling. Her excitement took me away from preparing my salad for lunch. I let go of the knife and swiftly went around the island table that separate the kitchen from the fully carpeted living room. Once I had a clear lane I darted straight to the window bare feet to see what the hype was all about.
“Oh wow” was all I can muster up as my jaw dropped to the floor like there was a one-hundred-pound dumbbell under my tongue. Glaring down from the second floor at the three men directly across the narrow street was a huge U-Haul truck.
My sister and I observed as the men carried couches, tables, chairs and alternative furniture inside the apartment building as they perspired from the awkward September heat with their shirts off. I didn't blame them at all; I checked my phone this morning before getting out my bed and the forecast read 95 degrees for the high which was unusual for this time of year. It was only 11:38 AM and it was already hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk. My sister Candice nose was glued to the window creating a fog ring damn near breathing through the glass.
“RESHIA OH MY GODDA..” She said still gazing down as the men entered the door way as they struggled to angle the couch inside. “I just want to take them down a glass of water.” She continued as she scrunched up her face in concern but in reality, we were the ones staring out the window looking thirsty as shit.
“Bitch, you better not.” I joked “They will be okay; maybe we need some water as thirsty as we look at this window.”
“Shit! Call it what you want I am dehydrated as of now. And that thick Cocoa colored man with all them tattoos is mine…mine… mine… I’m claiming him.” She responded to my thought that I hadn't even spoken out loud.
No doubt My sister was eyeballing the heavy set dipped in chocolate guy that likely weighed over 250 pounds. His chest, arms, neck, and his right leg was painted with ink. He wasn’t a sloppy funny build fat; he was more muscles than anything. The men stood outside the doorway and paused trying to come up with another plan to take the couch in the doorway.
“You can have him little sis.” I said giving her the sister-girl neck jerk “I wasn’t checking for that nigga anyways; now him...” I pointed and paused for a slight second catching all the air before mentioning my man. Yes, I said my man! I have to manifest this even though I have a situationship. “Now him that’s zaddy! His body is specially chiseled by God himself. He’s just gorgeous.” I couldn’t speak too much because erotic thoughts congested my mind.
This man was a piece of Hershey, all chocolatey just as dark as the muscular man my sister was praising. Now that the two men along with the older man were standing beside each other they all resembled one another. I wouldn't be surprised if they were brothers and the oldest man was their father. They all were handsome even the older man. If I was twenty years older I would be that freaky old lady chopping Viagra in his meals. He'd be side sliding me all night.
The younger version of the old man was good enough for me he had the most perfect body, beautiful toned arms with sleeve tattoos on both. He was around 5’9 and had a nice clean low cut fade and a close shaved beard. All he had on was basketball shorts, Nike shoes and a thick choker gold chain with a cross dangling from the link.
“Babe.” Immediately I jumped startled as Ken's voice dropped out the sky and the door slammed behind me. Candice hurriedly grasped her phone and leaned towards me.
“Look at this dress sis.” Candice wasn’t even on a clothing page. It was @DJsolodolo a popular DJ from Pittsburgh. I went right along with the Candice scheme just as Ken stepped in the living room.
“Oh yes; that outfit will look good on you.” I said dramatically.
“Hey Candice; hey babe what you ladies up to?” Ken said walking towards me with open arms to embrace his Queen.
“Oh you’re getting new neighbors across the street I see.” He said facing the window giving us enough to release our embarrassment.
“Oh really,” I shrugged pretending to be nonchalant and staring through the window. The was not one man in sight just the big U-Haul truck with the blinkers flashing.
Kevin-Moving In
Since my younger Brother Shawn, my oldest brother Kane, and I couldn’t Hulk the couch through the front door considering the stairwell had restricted space to take up to the second floor, we had to reconstruct the plans and lug the couch around the side of the apartment building to the backdoor. I wish we would've started with the back door from the beginning because I was cooking under the beaming hot blazing sun struggling to maneuver that dumb ass couch through the front.
“Man; bro you going to need curtains for every room.” Kane said stepping around the loaded boxes and black trash bags full of clothes.
“The blinds will do for now bro; I don’t mind the sunlight. The blinds will more likely be up most of the time.” The enormous bedroom window gave the room all natural lighting which was one of the main reasons why I decided to rent this apartment. I preferred the third floor which was advertised on the Trulia home searching app but someone was renting that space out for a whole two years. I guess the second floor would just have to do. The landlord was too cheap to take updated photos of the second floor apartment.
I lived on the East End of Pittsburgh damn near my whole 27 years of living; except the four years I spent at Clark Atlanta University in Georgia where I received my degree in Psychology. I lived with my dad for two and a half years after graduating. My dad wasn’t hardly home because he stayed over his young girlfriend’s house most of the time. He would only come home if he needed clothes or important mail. When his lease ended, he decided to move in with his woman. I had a choice to take over the lease in Homewood, an East End rough neighborhood or move to a new place. I choose the second option and found a place on the South Side of Pittsburgh.
Moving to the South Side in Mount Washington from the East would take time adjusting to the fresh neighborhood. All the houses were beside one other and the streets were so narrow I’m surprised they were two-way roads. I was grateful that there was a parking lot for residents in the back of the building. If not; finding a parking spot would be a task and at the same time I did not have to worry about someone driving by on a drunk night or an inexperienced driving side swiping my mirror.
“This is definitely a nice view.” Kane chuckled as he smiled glancing out the window then continued “I can see you bending shorties over right in front of this window.”
I laughed slightly. “Nah bro that’s the shit you be on.” I said while stepping over a garbage bag of clothes; stepping towards the window to witness the view he was seeing.
“When are you ordering some food? I'm starving.” Our younger brother Shawn stepped through the doorway of the master bedroom carrying two boxes.”
Instead of paying my brothers for their service to help me move I promised to treat them to a good dinner afterwards.
“What the truck looking like?” Last time I checked the truck was damn near empty.
“There a few boxes and bags on the front entrance; I emptied the truck and carried everything to the bottom of the steps to make it easy for us.” Shawn said while he squatted to place the box on the floor. “You niggas got the rest of the stuff; I was busting my ass for the last ten minutes while you two relaxed under the central air.”
“I know your young ass ain't tired.” Kane said with a bullying smirk on his face speaking before I could utter a word toward my younger brother. Shawn was fourteen years old younger than Kane and six years younger than I was. Growing up under us two he certainly got the blues for being the youngest.
“Kane chill, we definitely were up here for a while. I’ll bring up the rest of the stuff; Kane bring your ass!” I said heading downstairs to get the rest of my belongings.
WEEK LATER
DERESHIA-ALL EYES
After a steaming hot shower, I pour ed myself a glass of Josh Merlot Red Wine to wind down after the long day I had at Westinghouse High School and Ubering the remainder of the afternoon and evening. Being a substitute teacher at times could be challenging. Kids sometime tend to act like they don’t have no damn sense when there’s a new face standing in front of the classroom. Today was one of the worst days of being a teacher; Samuel, a 6’2, red head teenager with freckles frisbeed a book directly at my chin because he didn’t want to read the book that their original teacher Mr. Cropper assigned. Honestly when that book connected with my chin I completely blacked out. All the serenity flew out the door.
I can tolerate a smart mouth child but once you put your hands on me;you have crossed all the line. Single lines, double lines, dotted lines, or whatever line there is has been crossed. I probably gave Samuel the stare of death with disbelief written all over my face while I held my chin to reduce the pain as few student voices asked if I was okay.
“Are you okay Ms. Walker?” and “Samuel why would do that?” I heard a variety of teenagers' voices in unison but whatever tone or statement that was said at that moment was like white noise to a sleeper.
Samuel sat back in his chair nonchalantly and crossed his arms staring back at me as if he didn't give a fuck. His dispassionate attitude fueled the fire and once I saw a peck of blood smeared on the palm of my hand I forgot that I was a substitute teacher with a classroom full of students. In a split second I charged for Samuel I didn’t give a shit about the consequence; this seventeen-year-old boy would learn today.
“No Ms. Walker,” one of the female’s students cried out as the sounds of scrapings from the metal legs of desk chairs dragged against the hardware floor. In a swift move I grabbed hold of Samuel's Polo collared shirt and twisted the fabric until my fist was at his throat then I spoke through clinched teeth.
“Outside of a teacher I am a human being.” I’m sure a mist of spit flew out “which means you are going to respect me!” I released my grip from his collar and shoved him back while I gave him a look that expressed “Try me, if you want.”
Sam's nonchalant attitude switched to uneasy in a heartbeat. He probably bullied those other teachers in the past, so somewhere deep down he was shocked and knew I was the wrong woman to cross. When I went back to my desk I noticed that my middle finger nail was broken and when I gazed up to take speak to the students; they all were open mouthed and staring. The classroom was so quiet you could’ve heard a single hair drop to the floor.
“Okay, Let’s try this again. I apologize for the distraction.” I glared at Samuel who now had his arms crossed pouting. All the student grabbed hold of their book then the door aggressively flew open. The two male security guards along with the principal and vice principle rushed in the door.
“Ms. Walker! Ms. Walker! is everything okay?” Mr. Snow said with concern breathing extremely heavy, struggling to catch his breath as he wobbled his way towards Samuel. In the corner of my eye I spotted one of the students walk through the doorway. Actually, the only white student in the classroom stepped in the class after the guards and principal. In the back of my head I wondered how the principal get word of the altercation when I didn’t call for assistance. When I snatched Samuel by his collar Melissa ran out the door to inform the higher-ups. Poor little girl had to be panicky.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just had a little disagreement.” I answered Mr. Snow's question as I sat on the back edge of the wooden desk in the time the guards and two principals surround Samuel.
“Sounds more than a disagreement; I was told that Mr. Jones have thrown a book at you.” Mr. Snow said in his raspy authority voice.
“BUT SHE CHOKED ME BY THE THOART. TEACHERS ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH US!” Samuel burst out in anager as the bald guard pulled handcuffs out his side pocket.
“Come Mr. Jones let’s take a walk.”
“THIS IS NOT FAIR.” Samuel ranted.
Soon as the five exited the room and the door shut behind them I felt tremendous relieved because Samuel was absolutely accurate; a teacher shouldn’t touch a student unless it’s a life threatening matter.
“So class, since all the distractions today.” I heard the door squeak as the door slowly opened. My heart dropped to my ankles when the vice principal, a uppity black man who looked down at his own kind called my name.
“Hey, Ms. Walker I’ll cover the class. Please head to the office.”
“Okay, kids I will see you another time.”
“Bye Ms. Walker.” All the students said in unison.
If anything, I gained my respect from the students. Right when I touched the door knob to exit the room the vice principal spoke.
“Hey, don’t forget your belongings.” he seemed like he was excited to see me leave.
“Oh, well he can kiss my ass too.” I thought as strolled through the door.
“Mr. Walker didn’t do anything.” A pretty student in the back of the class room spilled out her two cents.
To make a long story short I was suspended with no pay for three weeks until a hearing with the school district and judge. I would defintely be ubering in the mean time to make ends meet.
Before I was able to sit down to relax my body and mind; I caught sight in my peripheral of a light switching on through my window from across the street. On the double I ran to the window and seen the most amazing view ever. I hurried and pulled the blinds down to avoid getting caught in the act of being a creep; plus, this was just the beginning.
“Oh My God.” I thought then I spoke them three words verbally in a soft tone with my eyes glued across the dark street into the window of this chocolate man walking around in his room with a white towel covering his lower body as he held a bottle of something.
“Oh, My God; Oh, My God.”
His towel landed to the floor like a parachute falling from the heaven where God chiseled this perfect man.
“Oh my God; Oh, my God!” I spoke louder as a wave of chills shot through my soul. This man is blessed; his big black manhood was hanging and swinging down thigh as he spread lotion into his butter deep brown skin. If I was over there in his presence I would lay him down on his stomach, give him a pleasant back rub and plant deep kisses on his neck with these full juicy lips in between the massage. Following the back rubdown, I would have him flip over on his back then smear oil down his chest, his abs, trail my hands down to his hard-thick throbbing shaft then slowly stroke at a slow pace as the oils leaked between my fingers. I was definitely picturing it.
n the course of day dreaming a dark four door Honda pulled in front of the apartment across the street with Ohio plates. There was a wide parking spot between a Ford truck and a red punch buggy that my cat loving neighbor Beth owned. The woman in the Honda was having a battle to fit the vehicle in between the two automobiles. Back and forth she shifted the Honda then pulled full out the space that could fit a bus. When she pulled out the second-time; oncoming cars had to be at a standstill while she struggled to parallel park. I took my focus off the non-driving woman then turned my attention to the man of dreams.
He was now in a hurry to get dressed. In a flash he slid on grey shorts, threw a white t-shirt over his upper body; he rapidly picked clothes from the floor and a few other items then disappeared. I assumed that the woman who had a hard time paralleling parking was his company.
The woman stepped out the Honda in a white graphic t-shirt with Rihanna printed on the front, high waist shorts displaying nothing but thick nut brown thighs, and a nice ass that I wish I had. I give credit when credit is due. This woman was absolutely stunning with her afro ponytail, hoop earrings and model posture as she waited at the doorway for my man with phone in hand. The attraction for him went to an all-time peak just knowing that he had a taste for beautiful women; which meant this man had standards.
The door slowly opened with eagerness . She jumped into the man's arms, swung her arms around his neck and legs around his body as he grasped her ass while he held the woman in the moment they kissed.
“Damn,” I muttered as my phone interrupted my moment. I ran over to my phone on the end table to answer the call from my mother.
“Hey, Mom.”
“D baby, what happen at work?”
For a good thirty to forty minutes I explained to my mother the incident that occurred early today. At the end of the phone call I went back to the creep spot that I found myself at for most of my time being home. The scene I witnessed when I peeked a look out the blinds was shocking. The main light in the bedroom was off but the television generated enough brightness to get a glimpse of him completely naked on the edge of the bed while she took his dick in her mouth with both hands stroking his thickness.
KEVIN-
“Mmmh damn babe.” I expressed as her wet lips slithered down my black root as saliva streamed down her palms while she sucked and stoked in unison. We were supposed to leave to get a bite to eat but you know how them Scorpio women are. Their sexual flame can get ignited by one passionate tongue tying kiss. Soon as we stepped in the apartment she couldn’t take her hands off me; As a true Leo turning down sex from an identical high ranking sexual sign of energy wasn’t in the question. Once we set foot in the bedroom I grasped Brooklyn's throat and pulled her lips towards mines then buried my tongue in her mouth. Our wet tongues slid across one another, slapped and tied together. Brooklyn's flame was glimmering from the light kissing; with the throat grasping and deep tongue thrusting she was fully blazing with ecstasy. In the time, we exchanged tongue languages she reached down into my grey shorts, grabbed hold of my thickness which led us to this moment.
I stood tall at the foot end of the bed with weak knees; I glanced down to observe Brooklyn making love to solidified pipe.
“Mmmh Mmmh.” I felt myself moaning in bliss as she took all eight inches thoroughly to the back of the throat. She intensely slid her wet dripping mouth piece all over my blackness throwing her neck as she stroked my spirit using a rotating wrist technique. She twisted her hand on my dick while folding it in a sympathetic pace. The sensation was so gratifying my legs failed to stand upright. Brooklyn was no doubt one of the top five in my oral category; this amazing wisdom had me leaning against the bed with my shorts at my ankles.
Right when I kicked my shorts from my feet Brooklyn set her beautiful face free from my rock-hard powerful black manhood as a string of saliva stretched from the cone of my dick to her tongue. While she continued to consistently caress my shaft with her saturated left hand; our eyes attached as if we were scanning each other's sexual needs. She shot me a smile that made it known that I was in for something special. Little did she know I was down for the rematch. This was not our first rendezvous; we dated or occasionally talked for two months.
We met at my family reunion in Cleveland,Ohio; she was friends of the cousin that I met at the gathering. A month ago I traveled to Akron, Ohio to visit Brooklyn. One thing I could say was the sexual chemistry was a fucking explosion. We fucked each other until the sunrise and the morning birds chirped. Between the both of us we had orgasm after orgasm. It was a Leo and Scorpio death match between two of the most reproductive signs in the zodiacs.
Mid stroke before she could follow the string of saliva back to cone of my dick I tightly grabbed Brooklyn by her throat. She stood to her feet; drooling hanging from her lips down to her chin. Brooklyn brought the nasty out of me; I did not give two fucks that she was sucking my dick seconds ago. I drove my tongue down her throat for not even five seconds then I firmly pushed her onto the bed.
My mouth was watering for a taste of her sweet juices. It was a huge turn on to feel a woman squirm, scream and have no control of their body when the tongue is painting against the clit. I could’ve went straight for the kill and just slid her shorts off then stuffed my face between her thighs but I had other ideas. I was not like most men just seeking for a nut. I had desires of caressing all her spots in preparation to get the sweet peach juicy for me. Brooklyn had an entire body I could play with before I wrapped my lips around the clit. By entertaining and building sexual stimulation in foreplay this would intensify her orgasm when I did decide to eat the fuck out her pussy.
I reclined forward over top of her then began passionately tonguing her down once again. As our tongues reunited for the third time tonight; our energy was on a parallel frequency.
“Mmmhmmh” She let out a soft moan while our tongues continued slithering. After a good minute of mouth to mouth swapping I trailed my lips under Brooklyn's neck, planting soft pecks. Her breathing routine went from light to deep breaths especially when I glided my tongue across her throat she let loose a sigh of pleasure. Tenderly I bit the side of her neck as my tongue went from side to side; I was determined to eat her whole neck. Brooklyn's back arched from the bed and her head went back.
“You want me taste that pussy huh?” I whispered seductively in her ear.
“Ummh ye...”
I nibbled on her earlobe while she replied.
“Oh my God, Yesss.” She uttered.
“Take all your shit off.” I demanded in a calmness tone for Brooklyn to take her clothes off. Those words registered fast. She sat up in a hurry lifting the shirt from her upper body. I assisted and lifted the shirt over her head then tossed it to the floor. I reached around Brooklyn's back to unfasten the 32C bra with a snap of a finger then tossed the bra in the same direction as her shirt. I aggressively grasped her throat, pushed her back against the mattress, then tenderly bit and licked her neck once more to relight the flame.
A second after I caressed her neck, I streamed my lips down from her neck to her tender soft breast. I wrapped my lips around her brown gummy nipple and slid my tongue back and forward as I sucked gently. All in the same time with my free hand I reached down to unbutton Brooklyn shorts. When the shorts were fully loose I glided my hand under her panties and felt a slippery sensation; her juices were flowing and flow frequently as I created friction with my index and middle finger against her clit while I shifted my wrist side to side in mild pace.
“Oh My God.” She wailed;
I released my lips from her nipple then headed down to her stomach full of beautiful stretch marks in consideration of the two-year blessing boy she birthed two years ago. I continued to make my way down; planting deep kisses on her pelvis as I slightly yanked her shorts down from her ass. Conjointly I gradually cascade her panties and shorts from her coffee colored legs then lick and kissed her pussy once to send an orgasmic wave through her entire soul. She let out a soft moan as her body quivered.
Just that one peck got my lips remarkably moistened. Right there at that moment I had a desire to devour her pussy but instead I prolonged the fondling and began to nimbly bite and lay my lips on Brooklyn inner thighs to have her juices overrunning. She was breathing heavily in her own world anticipating for me to mouth in between her thighs. I unhurriedly guided my tongue up her thigh until I found the treasure. I licked her clit once with a ton of saliva dripping off the tip of my tongue. She gasped for air as if I took her breath away. Not even a half a second I dove my handsome face right in; wrapping my lips around her clit, sliding my tongue back and forward against her love button in a mild pace as I sucked lightly. Licking, licking and licking I wiped my tongue across stimulating her clitoris as Brooklyn's hands randomly explored the bed while her waist shifted up and down and her moans filled the room with “Yesssss Daddy’s, Oh my God’s, right there right there, yes yeses, fucks and shits.” She was speaking magnetism languages.
With my free left hand, I used the thumb, index and middle finger in combination to slightly rub Brooklyn's left nipple. The free right hand, I used to lift the clitoral hood for better passage to enhance stimulation while I ate the fuck out of her pussy.
“Oh Shitt, Oh Shittttttt.” She wailed loud in the time she firmly gripped the hell of the back of my head as her waist continued to shift up and down.
“Right there baby, right there baby.” The grip on the back of my head tightened. It felt like she was attempting to push my whole head inside the vagina.
“Right there, oh my God yes, yes, yes.” She expressed as I consistently painted my tongue on the target spot that had her coming close to climax. In no time, she let loose of my head then her whole entire body rose like cake in the oven as her legs stiffened.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” She announced as she sprays all her passion liquid on the thick hairs of my chin.
I didn’t give Brooklyn no time to recuperate I hovered over top of her body then began passionately tongue kissing her as my right hand guided the cone of my seven-inch black monster parting her pussy openings. Once we released from the smooching we gazed in each other's eyes. The energy we were exchanged had our hormones on a level that the needle couldn't read. Slowly I went inside with no condom, feeling the warmth of her wetness, and even though we fucked no longer than week ago Brooklyn still had the tight grippers.
DERESHIA-
I stood in front of the window for almost a half an hour; watching my neighbor eat this woman pussy like she was the last feast and to be truthful my kitty was beyond wet. I could've called my little boyfriend to have him come fuck me but no I didn't feel like dealing with that nigga tonight. More likely he was going to want to stay when in reality I wanted dick or some fire head which he was horrible in that department.
“Ugh,” I groaned with an attitude as my phone ruined the moment. Quickly I ran to the couch to where my phone was located and no one other than Ken was on the other end. I spoke this man up.
“Hello.” I sounded annoyed.
“Hey, Baby what you doing?” He seemed to be in a jolly mood but then again Ken is forever in a good spirit. His niceness and clingy attitude were two issues I hated subscribing to. I never heard him say “no” to anyone. If his mother asked for cup of sugar at 4 in the morning he would literally get out the bed and drive ten miles to make her some damn Kool-Aid.
“laying here on the couch on my phone.” I kept the answer short because I really didn't feel like talking; I rather be creeping at the window watching my neighbor perform on his lady.
“Oh okay. Did you eat?” he asked.
Food is my weakness. This question got my interest and he knew it. Now I was willing to listen to whatever Ken had to say. I have leftover spaghetti from three days ago. My taste buds were over the red sauce, pasta and green beans. I could go for something else that will excite my appetite
“No, I haven't eaten yet baby.” Even my nonchalant tone reversed to a positive manner.
“I’m ordering for pickup at the Cheesecake Factory. Would you want something from there?”
First thought that crossed my mind when he mentioned the Cheesecake Factory was the Pasta Carbonara. My mouth instantly watered for the delicious taste of smoked bacon bits and the garlic parmesan cream sauce over top of pasta and the tender chicken.
“Yes, please.”
“What you want?”
I told him the dish that I wanted and made my way toward the window.
“We should watch a movie on Netflix tonight? It’s this one show on there that I heard that was good.” I checked out of the conversation completely in awe at the scene across the street. “Babe. Babe. you hear me.”
“Yes… Yes…we can watch movies tonight.” I answered abruptly as I witnessed the man across the street pulling the woman's hair as he pressed down on her back with his forearm to create the perfect arch while her feet dangled off the foot edge of the bed.
“Okay, Cool so how was your day?” he asked. Now I was getting annoyed again.
“It’s was terrible but do you have to call and order the food?”
“Oh yeah, Yeah!”
“Well call them. We’ll talk about what happened over dinner.”
“Alright see you soon.” I hung up and continued to watch.
He was thrusting in and out seeming to pushing every inch in her as the bright light from the television glow against his coffee brown skin. By the impression of the body motion I knew for fact that she was enjoying every bit of what that man was delivering. The longer I watched I felt a tingle expel throughout my entire body. This shit was turning me the fuck on. He aggressively flipped the woman onto her back then choked her firmly by the throat. I grasped my own neck with my left hand pretending to be the woman as I acted out the scene; I began rubbing on my breast then out of nowhere I felt myself moaning. Mr. Handsome was tonguing the woman with so much passion as his hand remained around the woman's neck.
“Shit that looks good.” I thought wishing I was the naked woman. The two naked humans scooted to the center of the bed. The woman face wasn’t in eyesight no more but I was lucky enough to have a clear view of the neighbor. His back was straightened and his knees were planted to the mattress as he glared down at his lady. He grasped the woman’s thighs; pulling her against his fully naked body.
The woman's face was visible again and she rested her legs on his shoulders. The woman reached for his dick and slowly stroked between her open thighs. Tomorrow I could see myself investing in binoculars for a better view of life on the other side. The naked eye didn't allow me to zoom in to gather the details. I had an idea of how big his dick was but I needed a closer look to be exact.
Mr. Handsome plugged his manhood inside the woman then began to penetrate in an unhurried mild pace. His waist was rocking inward and outward with a perfect rhythm as her feet dangled from the impact of his body colliding against the mystery woman. My hand went from caressing my own breast to myself brushing my slippery clit side to side with the index and middle finger. The harder and faster he penetrated the pussy the faster I flicked my wrist side to side.
“Mhmmm yes.” I let out a soft moan as the stimulation built to an all-time high. Mr. Handsome fell chest down on the woman and instantly she wrapped her legs around his back. His black ass cheeks were driving deep in the woman as he stroked with a fucking purpose.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I felt a sensational wave of ecstasy ignite through my body.
“My Goodness, my goodness, he fucking the shit out her.” I thought to myself as I come closer and closer to a climax. His back muscle was cut like a perfect sculpture and his ass was plowing back and forth as my fingers vibrated against my clit causing my sweet spot to overflow.
“Oh shiiiiit.” The words withdrew from my lip in the time a current of delightful chills burst throughout soul. My body got extremely tense, my breathing became heavy, I closed my eyes tight as the neighbor dicked the woman down like there was no tomorrow. With my eyes shut, I imagined him deep stroking me as I continued to stimulate my love button. I was in his bed feeling his hard-black beast glazing inside my hole of wetness. In no time, I melted to the floor as cum drastically over my trembling fingers. When the rush of the orgasm was over I sat on the floor for approximately twenty minutes up till my phone rang. I damn near crawled to the coach with shaky legs then answered the phone.
“Hello.”
“Hey, babe I’m downstairs.”
A Week Later. Friday Evening
Kevin-
“Give me some fucking money Kevin.” Quaye my ghetto ass baby mother demanded through the passenger’s window leaning over the arm rest from the driver’s seat.
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy” My three-year-old son chanted in his little innocent voice with a big smile as he kicked his right foot against the back of the passenger seat constantly.
“STOP KICKING THE DAMN SEAT MONT!” She screamed directly at my little man. Lamont, when I hear his name sometimes I still get a little bothered. My first son was supposed to be my junior but Quaye was so bitter nobody considered to give me a call when she was going into labor. I did not follow Quaye on any social media platforms; she was blocked on every social site for the fact that she would harass the shit out of me and dragged my name through the mud; especially on Facebook. I was every hoe ass, broke bitch and pussy ass nigga in the book. At first I would entertain the animosity and the false statuses that was written from my baby’s mother. As time went past I learned to just ignore what was said because at the end of the day, she was the individual that looked completely dumb as shit because she was the one that fucked me. I had a good number of friends and associates that followed her on Instagram and Facebook;. When she posted a photo of Mont and photo of myself next to his I swear the screenshots were pouring in through via messages and direct messaging like a waterfall. Under the photo she posted a caption that read “Does Lamont look like his dead-beat father?” with a laughing emoji. She posted that before I had a clue that Mont was brought into the world.
I met Quaye three years ago when I was home for college on my holiday break. She was working at Auntie Anne’s in the middle of Ross Park Mall, she had a white and black striped referee Foot Locker shirt on and not the powder blue Auntie Anne’s uniform.
“Can I get those pretzels?” I pointed at the display of pretzels with the almonds covered over top. Quaye she gave me a seductive smirk that shouted she was admiring me.
“You want the almond pretzels?” she asked in a flirtatious voice
“Yes, that one.”
Quaye was like artificial gold; it looks nice and shiny outside but inside is cooper. She was extremely beautiful with her signature red hair, yellow skin tone, juicy full lips; she’s 5’6 with a round ass that make any man alive double take or just stare.
“Do you want any dip to go with your pretzel?” she asked
“Yes, can I have the white icing.”
Quaye smiled and handed me the pretzel while I reach in my pocket for money to pay for the snack.
“How much?” I asked
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Oh Okay thank you.” I shot her a smirk displaying my dimples. I heard of women getting free shit for their beauty but never a guy getting something for being handsome.
“You're welcome.” She said.
The ice was already broken but I had to crush the ice some more to get her number, instead of leaving with regret of not shooting my shot I said whatever came to my brain first.
“So you’re selling shoes too behind there too?”
“No; silly.” She giggled “I work at Footlocker too. I forgot to bring my uniform for this job.”
“Owlll… Where’s your manger? I’m telling” I said in a joking matter then bite into my soft pretzel.
“Go and tell the manger; I do what I want here.” She shrugged her shoulders. Even though I knew she was kidding I felt there was some truth to what she was saying. An older white couple crept up behind me, holding a ton of shopping bags.
“Oh, do you, boss lady. Well one of these days I would like to take you out.”
“Are you asking me out?” The smile on her face revealed happiness but the couple behind me seemed impatient. I glanced back for a slight second and seen the frustrating written on both of the couple’s faces.
“You have a couple people in line. What’s your number so I can get out of here? If not you’re going to have some upset customers because I’m not moving unless you give me those numbers.”
More customer stepped in line behind the couple.
“You really want to take me out? I’m crazy.”
“Yes.”
During my vacations or visits home from school Quaye and I will screw three to five times a day. I wished I would’ve listen to Quaye when she warned me she was unbalanced before we had intercourse. The sex with Quaye was hands down some of the best pussy I ever had in my life. I don’t think it’s a myth when people say women with greatness between their legs are the craziest ladies. To my knowledge that is 100 percent a fact. Once I dipped my love stick in her wetness I Instantly fell in deep lust with this woman. It was like Cupid himself shot me in the heart. I was head over hills for Quaye to the point I became a sucker in the long run.
We fucked with so much passion in each session. We had spontaneous copulation at any giving time or place. If we were at the mall we would screw in the bathrooms or in the dressing rooms, we got the windows in the cars foggy plenty of times as we bounced the springs in the backseat. Drunk nights we would roll in the hay all damn night at my father’s house in the time between home for vacations. During school, I would probably speak to Quaye maybe twice a week for the in Atlanta. I was in a serious relationship with Desirae this fine chocolate Queen that was born and raised in New Orleans but resided in the A, which ended badly after two years.
On Instagram Quaye would comment on every photo I posted; leaving heart eyes, kissy faces, and heart emoji’s. She would even leave sexual remarks “THAT’S DADDY OR ZADDY.” Most of the time when Quaye posted some wild sexual comments on my post. I would rapidly delete the shit before Desirae would come across the comments. One day Desirae came across the comments and asked, “Who is QtheQueen on instagram?”
With a straight face I answered the question. “I don’t know. Why what’ sup?”
“So you don’t know her? From what I see It looks like you liked all of her photos.”
I was caught red handed but not fully, this was a script I could flip.“It’s instagram we’re supposed to like people photos.”
“That’s not the point. I’m asking do you know her?”
“No, I just know her from Instagram.” I said certainly, doing my best not to break.
Desire grabbed her phone out the back pocket of her jeans and chuckled “So you don’t know the bitch.” She chuckled again. She gave the impression that she had something her sleeve. “So you don’t know this bitch huh?” she said seeking through the phone for something.
“I told you no, just off IG.”
Then she began to read and this is when my heart fell to my toes. “Q-I haven’t heard from my man in while I miss you baby” each word she read was like hot bullets spitting out a loaded gun. Perspiration formed under my skin as she read the text messages from the previous night between Quaye and I.
“I miss you too. I’ll be coming home in a couple weeks.” Desirae paused for a second and put her two cents in
“So you miss the bitch too and you’re planning to see the bitch.” She said as tears slowly streamed down her face.
After that situation with Q she left me for good. Now she’s one of the most successful black women attorneys in Georgia. Meanwhile Quaye was living off the $850.00 a month I gave her for child support and selling eye lashes and hair on the side.
“No, what are you doing with the money I give to the courts every month.” I said while I unfasten Lamont's seat belt.
“You know $850.00 isn’t enough for the both us Kevin.”
“Well that’s all you getting. You should’ve never sued me.” I grabbed my son out the car seat and ended the conversation.
A Week later.
DERESHIA-
Two weeks ago, I invested in binoculars from the army store downtown Pittsburgh. I purchased the top of the line ghost hunter night vision binoculars so I could get a clear view during the night as well as day. In the past few fourteen days I absorbed a ton of details from the window. I learned that Mr. Handsome name is Kevin from a hostile woman with red hair two Fridays earlier. She was screaming ghetto profanity terms in the middle of the street; calling Kevin all kinds of bitches; while he held a cute cocoa-colored little boy with curly hair, big glossy eyes and nice full lips like Kevin’s. For a minute my attraction for Kevin was decreasing because the woman he choose to make a baby with was a bit of turn off for the fact this showed that he had no standards.
Maybe Kevin was attracted to women that’s loud and destructive, I thought. Then again the three women he rotated on the daily base throughout the weeks were quite appealing in their own ways. The woman with the Ohio Plates visited Kevin last weekend again. I enjoyed watching those two fuck. Her style of dressing was tomboyish, the most recent visit she had tight blue jeans on hugging her thick thighs, a Cleveland Browns hoodie and timberland boots. The second woman that swayed though his front door I actually followed on Instagram. Her name Tierra she owned a well-liked boutique online store. To tell the truth I bought a couple dresses and outfits off her site. Even though the dresses took eternity to be delivered and my direct messages or emails never got answered during the four weeks of waiting, she sold some good quality clothes. I followed her main and business page. Tierra was a walking brand for the clothing she advertised on her social media. She consistently clothed in fancy dresses, stylish coats, jackets and she was always stepping in heels. She also switched wigs every now and then. Her hair would be blonde one day then pink then black another day. The third woman that walked through Kevin’s rotating doors on days Tierra wasn't present was absolutely breathtaking. This woman was hands down my favorite, I never slept with a woman ever in my life or was attracted to one to the point where my pussy tingled. If I had chosen a woman to sleep with she would be my first contender with that smooth milk chocolate skin, natural shoulder length locs, and huge gold hoop earrings. She’s in the region of 5’6 and 5’7 around 120 pounds with a beautiful thick figure. She been over his house maybe four times and from what I witness they fucked once. The sexual intercourse seemed more like love making with all the passion between the both of them. The energy between them was so bonafide I was turned on more than normal. That night I watched them fuck I probably climaxed a hundred times. Kevin and the woman with the locs would make an amazing ebony couple. Their energy seemed to be on the same frequency and equate better than every woman he was dealing with. It was all smiles, giggles, wine drinking and cuddling when they were together. Kevin gave the impression that he was genuinely into this woman.
Thursday evening
Three weeks past before I stepped foot in the school doors. Earlier I was granted by the judge to return to my substitution job on Monday morning and he ordered that the district pay me for the days that I’d missed. “Look at God” I thought as he banged his gavel on the desk. The vice principal had represented for the principal since he had an illness. We fought tooth and nail before the judge. His Uncle Sam ass yearned for me to be terminated from the school permanently. His extract words were “This woman is dangerous, ghetto and uneducated and to my knowledge I believe she doesn’t have the exact certifications to be a teacher.”
That's when I this beautiful black educated woman reached into my suitcase full of paper and scanned through the paperwork to locate my graduate degree and my teacher’s license from the state. When the judge witness the verification the vice principal looked like he swallowed a hard dick. What bailed me out the most, the mother of Samuel sided with me and understood her son was unsuitable for throwing a book of 400 pages at my face. She understood the damage that could’ve happened. I walked out that court house with the biggest fuck you grin on my face with my chin to the ceiling. I had a feeling that I was going to get my job back but I was astonished when the judged ordered them to pay me. I wasn’t behind on no bills for the reason I was Ubered five to seven hours a day; so, this money is extra money in the bank.
I swayed through my living room with a glass of wine in high spirits excited regarding the outcome in court as I listened to the tunes of Ari Lennox; track seven (New Apartment) a song I could relate to being a woman living alone in my own apartment. I was on my Instagram story filming myself singing and dancing as I tilted my glass to sip my wine. Track after track I let Ari's whole album play as I straightened up my apartment before my boyfriend came to visit. In the time, I vacuumed the huge living room area rug a light switched on from across the street. I hadn't seen Mr. Kevin in three days; each and every day I would peep out the blinds to get a glimpse of that amazing man. He must’ve been out of town or staying with one of his three women. I hurried and grasped the binoculars from under the couch cushion.
Before heading to the window, I turned the living room lights off so the refection of the background of my living room setup don’t interrupt my clear view. I stood at the window with my binoculars in hands and planted to my eyes. I watched his every move. Kevin was in the middle of his bedroom fully clothed talking on the phone for a good ten minutes. Nothing too exciting. I got fatigue after observing him for the fifteen minutes then resumed to cleaning the apartment. It was 8:06 PM Ken said he would be here by nine therefore he would arrive any minute. When Ken said 9 o’clock he meant 8:30 PM he one of a kind as he didn't go by CPT (Color People Time). Half of hour of cleaning I couldn’t resist but to get a last glance out the window.
“Oh My, Oh my.” I uttered I picking up my binoculars in disbelief. “I can’t believe Kevin; I can’t believe this man” I thought as I focused the binoculars directly on him. Kevin was Laying in the center of the bed fully naked over top a towel with a phone in one hand and the other hand hugging his dick. In leisurely pace, he stroked his moist, massive, chocolate manhood up and down as his eyes concentrated on whatever was showing on his phone. I couldn’t believe this handsome man was masturbating right before my eyes. If I was there I would wrap soft lips right over his dick and brush the tip of my tongue over the head while he stroked until he exploded all his goods in my mouth. Those naughty thoughts led me on to feeling myself.
Pleasing oneself was turning into a serious addiction; it was normal for me to shove my two fingers inside my juices while I gaped at Kevin’s sexual behaviors. I hurried through the living room grasped a stool from the built in sitting counter that divided the kitchen and living room. I sat the stool as close to the window as I could then I rapidly stripped to my panties and left the t-shirt on as my pussy throbbed for the man. I sat on the edge of the stool, spread my legs from each other; I lifted the binoculars to my eyes then began to rub my clit gently with the index and middle fingers. He was stroking and stoking his hard-black beautiful steel with eagerness to cum during the time his eyes remains focused on the phone screen. That dick was standing tall and hard; the faster he stroked the faster I slid my fingers across my clit. Then out of nowhere I heard a key slide in the door.
“Fuck.” I tossed the binoculars under the sofa the shut the blinds in a hurry; I forgot I hid the spare key under the mat outside the door earlier. The door swung open in a slow motion; I swayed towards the door in the time he step foot into the apartment.
“Hey, baby.” I said in an exotic tone. He looked bomb-shelled; glaring at my body with wide eyes from head to toe.
“Oh… Oh... hey what’s going on here.” He declared as he shuts the door behind him. I placed my index finger on his lips.
“Shhhhhhh” I said so he wouldn't speak another word. As he stood there 5’11 at the front entrance the fragrance emerging from his bronze skin smells pleasant. My man was also a catch; very appealing to the eyes and he is great man all around. Before we began to date I was attracted to flashy men. Dealing with those types of men came with some numerous dilemmas.
When I ended my last relationship, I decided that I was grounding myself to improve and grow. After a two month of no sex or even talking to anyone, I happened to stumble across Ken at church on Easter, the only day I went to church that whole entire year. He was corny and a bit talkative; did I mention corny but I was open to new experience. He actually waited six long months in the beginning of the relationship until we eventually had sex. When we had intercourse for the first time it was incredible; I’m not sure if it was because I waited eight long months to fuck him or the sex was naturally good. All questions were answered after some months of being sexual active with Ken; ever since the first time I’ve been in the hunt for that same sensational feeling, that high I felt, climaxing back to back. The sex was just basic afterward but his personality was everything so I stuck with him.
I was in the mood to fuck; my hormones were on a million one as the image of Kevin fucking me rattled in my mind. I guided Ken to the living room then shoved him backwards on the love seat.
“Damn, this what we doing.” The words escaped out Ken mouth. He wasn’t use to shit like this, most of the time our sex was always planned. Little did he know I loved spontaneous sex. Fuck me in the dressing room at the mall or in parking garage or even in the bathroom at yours or my mom’s house during a family gathering. Choke me up, pull my hair, finger my ass, slap me in the face with your manhood hood and talk disrespectful to me, tongue me down after eating my pussy. I told Ken enormous times my fantasies and my sexual desires; when he tried to deliver, it regularly came off as he’s trying too hard.
I fell to my knees on the carpet floor, rapidly unbuckled his belt then yanked his pants and underwear down to his dress shoes. Ken glanced down at me with disbelief as his chest heaved up and down from heavy breathing. I cuffed his throbbing shaft with my left hand as I allowed saliva bubbles to drizzle down on his hardness.
“Oh damn babe.” He murmured; in the time, I wrapped my mouth around his dick. This might sound pathetic but while my head bobbled and wet hand slid down and up his pole in the unison thoughts of Kevin wouldn’t vanish from my head. The more I thought about Kevin the nastier I became. Ken was getting some of the best head I could offer thanks to the Kevin. I was sucking, spitting and twisting my wrist with a hand full of dick. Ken was moaning so loud I'm certain that the neighbor’s downstairs heard his ass.
“Oh fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” “Keep going, keep going; I’m about to nut.” When I heard those words I purposely stopped. Not to be selfish but I know Ken. If he came now I would not be able to get dick.
“Not just yet Ken.” I said in the time I stood up to my two bare feet. I withdrew the t-shirt and slid the panties down my coca brown legs. Ken was leaning back in the love seat peering at me with eyes filled of devotion and anticipating for this wet pussy to slide down him. I positioned myself over top of Ken’s woman pleaser while grasping the stem of meat all in the same time. I gradually squat low as I plugged every inch inside of this saturated box of pleasure. Facing one another with my plump 34DD breast springing in his face during the time I swayed my hips down and up his shaft in a mid-pace as we put a dent in the couch cushion. Ken surrounded his lips around my nipple then gently sucked on them for two long minutes’ straight. The twin breast did not get a bit of attention. But I had different desires I craved for than just getting my titties sucked.
“Choke me damn.” I demanded I grabbed hold of his wrist and placed his hand around my throat. “Fucking choke me damn.” Thoughts of Kevin choking the woman from Ohio produced in my mind. Ken choked politely as if he was frightened to strangle me to death. In the meantime, I was rising and dropping my ass all on his dick.
“Oh shit. Oh Shit.” He sobbed as he let loose of my neck. I felt his throbbing wood getting harder inside of as I proceed to ride like it’s the last journey. Then out of nowhere I felt a wave of rapture shoot through my body.
“Yes baby, yes baby.” Words Ken let loose.
“Oh fuck, yes daddy, here I cum.” I hugged Ken neck tightly while a rush of liquid burst all over his manhood. We both were breathing extremely vigorously.
“Damn baby what the hell were you on today?”
“Wait did you cum?” I ignored his question; I felt a glob of nut drizzle down my thigh when I stood up.
“Huh?” He said with a puzzling face.
“Huh” explained his answer was yes. Thank God I was on on birth control; I was not disturbed. I was confused on when he came, he didn’t show no type of warning that he was cumming. But thank God for this good ole birth control. There will be no little goe goe ga ga’s for me. It was a bright Saturday afternoon I was swaying around the apartment enjoying the sounds of Masego’s jazzy voice flowing through the Bluetooth speakers while pushing a broom, mopping, and sliding a duster across the wooden and metal furniture. I was in the zone spraying blue Windex, wiping down mirrors and the glass coffee tables and end tables with a soggy paper towel. I carried the water pot near the window to water the peace lily plant that I surprisingly maintained for the previous eight months. While I showered the greenery, I took a brisk glance out the window. There was Kevin and Tierra getting out of a pearl white Benz truck; it was an older model SUV between the years 2010 to 2015. His popular online boutique store owner girlfriend or whatever she is to him got out the driver side of the vehicle. Tierra had bright banana yellow hair with a long solid burned orange double breasted coat that stopped at the knees of her distressed blue jeans as she walked in these brown heel boots. She held her Louis Vuiton Bag tightly at her waist.
I grabbed the binoculars for a better look at Kevin, He was carrying a hand full of grocery bags in both fists. I believe he did not want to take two trips up and down the staircase. He was looking superb as usually with his slim fit black jeans embracing to his thick legs, 8 ball black leather coat over top a plain black t-shirt and midnight black Timberlands. The icing on the cake was the razor sharp clean haircut; his appearance gave the impression of a man stepping out a GQ magazine. I was so focused on Kevin's handsome ass I did not notice Tierra glaring dead at me. My now speeding heart melted to my ankles; I hurried and stepped back with trembling legs and quivering hands. You would’ve thought I came in counter with a ghost.
“Oh shit.” I said with a deep breath. I could not believe my cover was blown.
It was a bright Saturday afternoon I was swaying around the apartment enjoying the sounds of Masego’s jazzy voice flowing through the Bluetooth speakers while pushing a broom, mopping, and sliding a duster across the wooden and metal furniture. I was in the zone spraying blue Windex, wiping down mirrors and the glass coffee tables and end tables with a soggy paper towel. I carried the water pot near the window to water the peace lily plant that I surprisingly maintained for the previous eight months. While I showered the greenery, I took a brisk glance out the window. There was Kevin and Tierra getting out of a pearl white Benz truck; it was an older model SUV between the years 2010 to 2015. His popular online boutique store owner girlfriend or whatever she is to him got out the driver side of the vehicle. Tierra had bright banana yellow hair with a long solid burned orange double breasted coat that stopped at the knees of her distressed blue jeans as she walked in these brown heel boots. She held her Louis Vuiton Bag tightly at her waist.
I grabbed the binoculars for a better look at Kevin, He was carrying a hand full of grocery bags in both fists. I believe he did not want to take two trips up and down the staircase. He was looking superb as usually with his slim fit black jeans embracing to his thick legs, 8 ball black leather coat over top a plain black t-shirt and midnight black Timberlands. The icing on the cake was the razor sharp clean haircut; his appearance gave the impression of a man stepping out a GQ magazine. I was so focused on Kevin's handsome ass I did not notice Tierra glaring dead at me. My now speeding heart melted to my ankles; I hurried and stepped back with trembling legs and quivering hands. You would’ve thought I came in counter with a ghost.
“Oh shit.” I said with a deep breath. I could not believe my cover was blown.
Kevin-
“What the fuck Kevin, LOOK?” Tierra pointed across the street.
Tierra, you can say is my main woman; she with me majority of the time. I met Tierra nine months ago on a Tuesday night for 50 cent wings at a low-key hole in the wall bar on the north side of Pittsburgh. That spot served the best fried chicken in the city I swear. I been instagram friends with her for some years before I actually seen her in the flesh. I even slid in her DM’s once before; offering to take her on a date. She read the message and didn’t respond, leaving me on read. I did not feel discouraged or rejected one bit at the time. I’m sure her direct messages were probably filled with men of all kinds attempting to shoot their shot and on top of that, women asking questions considering the merchandise she sold online.
When I stepped in the bar she was the first person I caught sight of. Not even three seconds of being inside the building I approached her with my head high, chin up and chest poked out. She was sitting beside two ladies at the bar in middle of exchanging words and giggling. They all had clear glasses of alcohol in front of them. I didn’t want to come off rude by cutting into their conversation and exclusively speaking to Tierra. I had to win over Tierra’s friends first. If not the chances of me dating Tierra would be slim to none. Either she’ll think I’m weird or her friends will block my possibilities.
“Sorry, to interrupt you all’s conversation. Can I have your opinion on something?”
I had all three of their attention.
“Do you think my shirt is too small?” I wore a tight fitted t-shirt that cuddled against my muscle body. That was the ice breaker to get all three of the women talking and the strategy to ease into a conversation. The heavy set high yellow woman with extra-long eye lashes spoke first. “Yes, what size you wear?” she said with a modest laughed
“Small.” I respond
“That shirt is too small. You should wear a medium I can see your heart beat through that smedium shit.” Long eyelashes suggested. I and the three women erupted in laughter.
BOOM! I had them laughingI thought to myself.
“Maybe I'll get a medium next time just for you.” Now all my attention was on the yellow bone with the long eyelashes even though my desire was not her. Since she the most talkative individual in the group I utilized her as the bait to get Tierra.
“Well you do have a body; so, I don’t have a problem with the t-shirt being tight. That’s how men wear them. I think it’s sexy.” The skinny chocolate woman with the deep dimple and nose ring said. When the night got closer to the end I was able to exchange numbers with Tierra without interruptions.
“What?” I said while I hulked almost twenty Walmart grocery bags towards the door as I slightly turned my attention to what she was pointing. I saw nothing but a sidewalk full of fall leaves. On the first floor, red shut curtains and an open mailbox. On the second floor a huge window identical to mines had closed blinds. All the houses on this street probably were constructed by the same contractor.
“Some weird ass bitch was in the window with some fucking binoculars.”
“It’s probably an old white lady watching over the neighborhood.” I brushed Tierra's worries off. I was more worried about taking the grocery’s up the steps. The hook on the bags felt like they were cutting through my palms, the longer I held them the heavier the load seemed.
“Here, take the keys out my back pocket.” I demanded as I made an effort to maintain these begs.
Her concentration was locked on whatever she saw across the street.
“No, she wasn’t white nor old.” She said as she grasped the dangling keys out my pocket. I took one more glance back at the apartment across the street as Tierra slide the key in the door.
“I think you were seeing things. You are a little crazy. Since I lived here I haven’t seen anyone over there.” I said with a slight giggle. She pushed the door open and propped the bottom with her heel so I could glide pass her to make my way up to the second floor. Halfway up the steps the front door slammed.
“What I tell you about calling me crazy?” She declared
“Oh I forgot.” I chuckled
“I really seen a woman in the window with binoculars Kevin.”
“Okay. I believe you.” I said to kill the conversation. Tierra was one of those people that would stay on a subject until time froze if you did not side with her.
When we entered the apartment, I dropped the bags on the kitchen counter.
“If I see that bitch with her eyes on us again I’m calling the fucking cops or I might just knock on her door.” She stated. Tierra was not letting the conversation go.
This neighbor was the topic for almost a week. The days she came over she would park in the back next to my vehicle. She shut the blinds in the bedroom and covered all window with towel and sheets. She was beyond paranoid and obsessed.
” She probably watched us fuck. “That fucking creep.” She mentioned several times. I sincerely did not care who watched, even if there is someone being observant from the apartment across. Sex with an audience would seemingly add fire to the performance; but I did not express that because Tierra would be too damn stubborn and closed minded to understand.
Friday evening we came home after a movie and dinner date; surprisingly Tierra treated. I did not have to spend a penny. On top of that I did not have to drive either. I got chauffeured around like a king. She did not speak on the neighbor the whole evening. In front of my apartment there were a wide parking spot, wide enough to park two school buses for the first time in a long time.
“Park there, babe.” I suggested
”No, I don’t.” I interrupted her speech before she can finish the sentence.
If you going to talk about whatever you seen last week I don’t want to hear what you got to say! Just park the damn car and let’s go in the house. This shit is draining.” I said in a firm tone to get my point across. She uttered about the neighbor repeatedly, to the point I began to believe. I caught myself glaring out the window pursuing to catch the operative. She obeyed and parked the car right in front of the house. I’m for certain she was not used to being put in her place. She dealt with so many “yes men.” So, When I put my foot down; this completely turned her the fuck on. Upstairs she closed the blinds then dropped to her knees and blew me like a candle.
DERESHIA- Week Later
“If you’re horny let’s do it, ride it my pony my saddle’s waiting, come and jump on it. If you’re horny let’s do it, ride it my pony my saddle’s waiting, come and jump on it” my sister Candice sang Ginuwine’s classic song on the stage with a mic in one hand and a glass of Patron in the other standing near the DJ booth. It was karaoke night at Frogs. I barely stepped out on weekdays.
Although I was in my mid-twenties I required all seven or eight hours of sleep. Owing it to the fact that the children at the school will drive me up the wall if I’m not focused. It was Candice twenty-third birthday. If I did not come out to celebrate her age changing day I would not hear the end of her mouth. To avoid the negative comments and whatever criticism words she would have spilled I scarified my sleep and dragged my ass out the door. From what I heard Thursday night at Frogs usually were crowed but then again I wouldn't know. The place was nearly vacant I could count on two fingers of the attending people here. I was sitting on a high stool in front of a circular pub table crammed with filled and empty glasses of alcohol and Corona beer bottles. Candice’s two friends were beside me applauding my sister's performance as she continued to sing.
“Sing that shit girl; that pony.” Lola Candice childhood friend shouted then began to sing the chorus. Lola was a petite mixed girl with long curly hair; she was shy and soft spoken until she got a few drinks in her. The other friend my sister brought with her was a close co-worker. I met Nicole last time my sister and I was out. She was quite weird and awkward and not as pretty as Lola. Nicole might not have the most impressive appearance nevertheless she had a banging body to make up for it. Her plump breast sat up with attention that screamed, “look at me.” her ass poked out the tight red and white stripped jumpsuit that revealed all the curves.
Once I guzzled a couple drinks I was on the dance floor dancing with my sister and two friends. I was grinding against Nicole's soft meaty booty as if we were lesbians. I felt all eyes in the bar on the four of us as we had a great time in this place full of weirdos. Shit, there was no one else to gyrate with in this bar. All the guys were bums, wearing saggy clothing, or just staring the whole time sipping beer in the corners. I despised when men stared that shit is beyond weird. Nicole was bent over with both hands on the floor, bouncing her ass up against my crouch while Lola smacked her ass rapidly.
“Get it girl, get it.” She chanted with each tap on the booty. I was a drink away from drunk. My sister and two friends were well oiled. In the midpoint of dancing with booty all in front of me I glared up at the entrance to door to discern who was coming in. Instantly my eyes grew wide like a deer looking into a headlight. It was him, My man, my king. The whole bar scene appeared to pause; the volume of the music died down as he strolled his way to the bar in slow motion with a stunning smile. He hugged a couple ladies and acknowledged some guys with high fives then sat alone. I hadn't seen this man in a while since I was caught gawking out the window. I attempted to get a glimpse of him several of times but when I did the shades was closed or I would peep through the crack of my blinds and spot Tierra glaring at the window. I did witness his baby mother bust Tierra’s window in the middle of the night during the week. That bitch is genuinely not in her right mind.
“Candice, there he goes. The man across the street.” I said in a low tone over the loud music as we scrambled back to our seats.
“Huh?” Candice blared. The two friends of Candice were still dancing and all the weirdos were still watching but inching closer to the dance floor like slow zombies. The single man in the room that did not give us any attention was Kevin.
“Sheesh, you’re too loud.” I said rapidly
“Nobody’s going hear us through this loud ass music.” She remained speaking thunderous.
“Candice. Please.”
“Okay, ohh kay. You better go claim your prize. He’s right there in the flesh.”
“You’re right.” I repelled taking advice from my baby sister but she was exact; this was my chance, I just needed a reason to head to the bar. Lola and Nicole sauntered back over to the table.
“I want another drink.” Big booty Nicole slurred her words. There was my answer. Get another drink.
“You know what Nicole me too. I'll come with you.”
We stood beside Kevin at the bar Nicole was the closets to him. He had a dozen wings and fries inside a Styrofoam to go plate and a tall glass of ice water. I guess he was not a drinker.
“Can I get you anything?” The pale white bartender asked.
“Yes, can I get a...”
“Oops sorry.” Nicole said, I swiftly glared to my right and there he was gazing at us. My heart beat was on turbo.
“This shit was all hallucination. Somebody fucking pinch me.”I thought as he smiled showing his perfect white teeth. I also noticed him glance down on the floor. I followed his gaze and caught sight of a half eaten chicken wing laying on the floor.
“I didn’t mean to elbow you.” Nicole expressed regret.
“No No, it’s okay love. But you do owe me a chicken wing.” He said with a mellow toned voice. Now my insides were drooling. He had some freckles dotting on his high cheek bone and two deep dimples. I was not able to discern these God's given features with the binoculars. Then again I never seen a dark skin brother with freckles.
“One wing? I’ll buy you another order of chicken.” She laughed.
“I’m just kidding, what’s your name?”
“Nicole.” She answered. The bartender was still standing in front of me. I felt a spite of jealousy shoot through my bones as they shook hands and held a conversation.
“Can I get 1800 on the rocks?”
“Silver or gold,” the bartender asks
“I don’t care, whatever you feel like pouring me. You know what both.” The bartender's face went from pale to red as a fresh apple. She probably was calling me all kinds of ignorant words as she disappeared for a brief minute. I was irked that this goat face bitch with a big booty was taking my man. He didn’t even acknowledge me at all and she did not introduce me either. They shared smiles, laughs and she ate a piece of his chicken. I finished the drink the bartender handed me two minutes ago in seconds.
“Nicole do you want a drink. This the reason why we came over here.”
“Yes.”
“Wait I’ll get you a drink.” Kevin said.
“Really but I now owe you two pieces of chicken. I should be buying you a drink.”
“No, I got you love. What you’re drinking?” He asked.
She requested what she wanted. In that time the lady behind the bar ran around like a chicken with her head cut off. Nicole’s man that supposed to be my future man glanced up.
“Nicole, you did not introduce me to your friend love.”
“Oh that’s my co-works sister Dereshia. Dereshia this is Kevin, Kevin this is Dereshia.”
“Heey.” I said dry as Arizona desert. My pussy was even drier. I wanted to head home and crawl under my bed.
“You want something?” Kevin ordered the drink for Nicole then asked if I wanted another.
“No I’m fine.”
“Well it was nice talking to y'all. Here’s my business card.” He gave one to Nicole and the other to me.
“You’re not drinking?” Nicole asked.
“No not tonight, I’m here for the chicken.” He received a tab and stood up.
“Nice to meet you ladies. I hope I get to see you two again. He wrote his name on the receipt paper then gave it to the bartender. Kevin stood to his two feet then disappeared out the exit. I was crushed, I could not believe he did not show me any indication that he was attracted to me. He was further intrigued in Nicole with her perfect boobs, thick thighs, slim waist and big booty.
After feeling a little defeated, anti-social; I downright failed to catch the opportunity to get his number or even talk to him. When I was strolling out the bar I felt someone politely tap me on the shoulder.
“Excuse me ma’am.” I turned my attention towards the raspy deep voice. Oh, my God! The man was not Kevin. It was a man with a four x t-shirt and baggy pants and FILA red, white and navy blue low cut shoes. He was one of the small number of men that gazed at us the whole time in the corner. Immediately my face twisted with disgust. Before a foul word leaked out my mouth he spoke rapidly with a slight mumble.
“She… she… wants you.” He fixed his eyes towards the bar. The bartender that contributed the drinks the entire night appeared to want my ear.
“Hey; come here.” She said behind the bar with a minor smile on her face.
I’ve paid the tab and gave her a huge tip for her service. What do she want?
Were my thoughts as I let one foot in front of each one.
“Yes.” I said. I just noticed she had a name tag on that read “Amanda.” My sister and friends were by the exit talking to the security guard that’s a close friend of the family.
“The handsome guy that was here early left you this.” She slid the folded
receipt across the walnut wooden bar.
“What’s this?” I said as I grasped the thin paper.
“You’re such a lucky woman. He’s here all the time for chicken. He hardly speaks to anyone. He eats then leaves.” She voiced as she took a hold of a couple glasses with melted ice water combined left over liquor.
I unfolded the paper and written in a neat handwriting was his name, phone number and address and a small note the read “I don’t know what it is but I felt your energy. Tomorrow I’m cooking dinner I would like for you to join me. Be at this address at 8pm. Only text or call me when you are outside. Oh, don’t be late! any time after 8pm I won’t pick up. PS Kevin.”
He was demanding and that shit turned me on. If I wouldn't look like a fool I would've jumped a hundred feet in the air screaming for joy, instead I kept my composure.
“Oh yeah. You know anything else about this man.” I asked Amanda;
“He’s a proud father, he’s always showing me photos of his son. I don’t know too much but he’s a kind guy and so freaking handsome.”
“I might give him a call I don’t know yet. We’ll see.” Knowing damn well I’ll be at his house at 8pm.
Kevin- Next Day
Last night I grabbed a bit to eat at Frogs. While I was sitting at the bar minding my business savoring the spicy honey chicken wings I felt an elbow slam against my arm which caused the chicken wing to collapse to the floor. Nicole was her name. This woman was built like a house with extra bricks. Nicole was also kind and quite welcoming. While this thick booty woman and I traded words. I could not ignore the woman with the pure coffee glowing skin beside Nicole eye balling me. I had Nicole introduce us. Dereshia was not as friendly as Nicole. She appeared edgy as she tapped her index nail on the wooden bar. I didn't know if she was nervous or irritated regarding something. I also noticed that she was making an effort to not make it noticeable that she was scanning me. I wrote a note on the receipt then gave the thin paper to Amanda the bartender to hand over to Dereshia when I left. Nicole had a spectacular body but I was not too amazed by her other features and plus her breath had a tiny reek. On the other hand, Dereshia she had a chocolatey glamorous face,two thick natural afro puff ponytails, full glossy lips, her teeth were straight and glimmering in the darkness of the bar. She was more or less than 5’6, petite with a nice little hump for a booty. She was dressed in blue jean pants, black and white sweatshirt and corresponding van shoes; nothing fancy but I admired that woman.
I was cooking crab legs, roasted Brussels sprouts and mashed red potatoes. The clock read 7:30 PM and I already had the incense burning. The smoke twirled waves throughout the Living room giving off a fragrance of fresh roses picked out of a California garden of life. I was listening to Moneybag Yo’ ‘Time Served’ album while I got busy in the kitchen. Sure, if Dereshia decided to come I would refine the music to a neo-soul melody; to alter the apartment to a less tense environment. A half hour went past and the incense stick was ashes and the tunes on the apple music app played ‘Noname’ ‘Room 25’ album. A tune that’s calm and chill. I did not receive a call or text; I strolled around the place with my head down with my high hopes of Dereshia coming deflated.
“She probably would’ve respect me if I approached her instead of sliding the bartender the number or I should’ve took her on a date before inviting her to my apartment. Most woman rather get to know a man in an outing instead of the four walls of an apartment.” I thought as I sat on the couch with my phone in hand scrolling through Instagram. 22 minutes flew past rapidly; the time was now 8:22 PM
“Fuck it.” I thought as I stood up, strolled to the kitchen to put together a plate. Soon as I grasp a plate from the cabinet my phone rang. My IPhone was on the black leather cushion of the couch. I just knew that was Dereshia buzzing my line. In an unhurried pace, I walked over to seize the only phone in the house. When I flipped the phone around the called ID read “Ronnie.” Ronnie is one of my favorites; out of the women I talk to on the daily. She had Cocoa Puffs skin complexion, straight teeth, and deep dimples when she smiles. The features that I admire the most is that she’s all natural; her locs are down to her shoulders and she rarely uses makeup. Her conversation is deep and her personality is very energetic. We’ll never be serious because she taken. Our relationship is nothing but birds and bees and impressive discussions.
I met Ronnie in line at Whole Foods she had a bag of cookies.“I never tried the cookies here; are the good?” I said to break the ice. Breaking the ice was my thing.
“Yes, they are. You see I have a bag full.” She responded. Once I got her talking the games began. We exchanged numbers, she slid me a business card that read her occupation as a credit counselor. On the back of the card was her personal number scribbled.
“Call me. If you need your credit fixed.” And that I did. I called a week later and since then we chatted on the phone every morning except for the weekends.
“What’s going on babe? I’m surprised you’re calling at this time of the day?” I said.
“Terry out of town with his friends so I’m free. He left this morning I had to take him to the airport.”
“I was wondering why I didn’t get a phone call this morning.”
“What’s your plans for tonight?” She asked while an unknown private call interrupted the conversation.
“Nothing really, hold on babe.” I clicked over.
“Hello.”
“I’m outside it’sDereshia.”
“I know who you are. Okay. Here I come.” I clicked over
“Ronnie. My bad that was my brother he caught a flat on the highway. I have his spare tire. I’m going meet up with him real quick.”
“Okay, go make sure he’s taking care of. Call me when you’re done I can stay tonight.” She said while I strolled towards the door.
“ Ok. Give me like an hour I’ll text you.”
“Sorry I’m late.” Dereshiaimmediately admitted as she stepped in the downstairs lobby. She was dressed in a black tight dress, black trench coat and black heel that made her seem a few inches taller. She wore a natural fro with a head band; big gold hoop earrings and her make up nearly painted on her face.
”No calls or nothing. Just show up a half hour late. I did not know if you were coming or not.” I said shaking my head; I wanted her to feel remorseful.
“Sorry again, I’m not the greatest with communication. Time got ahead of me.” She said as she followed my lead up the stairs to my apartment.
“I’ll forgive you today. Only today though. My time is precious. I was going to eat without you.” I said as we stepped into my apartment. I removed the coat off her back then hung it on the coat rack next to the front door. I must’ve not have paid Dereshia'sfigure too much attention in the bar yesterday. I noticed she was petite but I did notice she had a little thickness to her pettiness. The little black dress revealed all the curves on her body.
“Thank you, you’re such a gentleman.” She continued “Trust me you won’t have to worry about me being late next.”
I let her go on while I took my shoes off that I threw on to run downstairs to open the door.“I believe you. I’m glad you decided to come join me.”
“You want me to take my shoes off?”
“Yes please.” When she bent over to slid her heels off I recognized she had tattoos of Nefertiti an Egyptian Queen and an ankh on her right thigh. The fro, the gold hoop noses piercing and sleeve tattoos explained it all; she was a woman of life.
“It smells good in here.” She said as she scanned the living room and dining room that’s connected to the kitchen.
“Thank you. I was in the middle of making a plate before you called. I honestly thought you wasn’t coming.” I slid that comment in while I made my way to the kitchen. She ignored the remark and changed the topic.
“You have a beautiful place. It’s certainly relaxing.” She said as glanced through the titles of books on the bookshelf.
“Thank you. I hope you like crab legs.”
“I absolutely love any type of seafood. So that’s a yes.” She picked up a book off the shelf.
“Perfect. So what do you do? If you don’t mind telling me a little about yourself.”
“Wait. This book is amazing.” She said held the book in the air; I could not see the book title from the place I was standing.
“What book is that?” I asked
“The autobiography of Malcolm X”
We consumed the flavorful dinner with the burned orange and blue flame dancing in the middle of the table; melting wax. We tilted wine glasses filled with red wine over a considerable conversation. This woman was interesting and seemed to know her purpose in life.
“So you have a son, right?”
“Yes.” I said; confused on how she knew that had a kid; there’s no photos hanging on the walls of him or any family members.
“How you know?” I asked
She lost eye contact and glared at her plate as if she’s searching for words to say. “I don’t know I just asked, you seem like you would have a child.” She took a gulp of her wine and swallowing a half of glass.
“Slow down on that wine, it will creep on you.” I
“I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl; It’s just wine.”
“Alright. You must not big wine drinker.”
After finishing with our food we relocated to the living room couch.
“You want another glass of wine.” I asked before exiting the kitchen. Like what I expected she desired an additional fill up. This was Dereshia third glass I was just at the bottom of my first; so, I poured us both 8 oz. of wine. The mood was set right, On the Apple Music App I turned on the Pillow Talk playlist. It was a playlist with today’s R&B tunes. The burned orange lights were dimmed to give the room an relaxed feeling. I’m not one of those guys who is a fan of Netflix and chill especially if it’s a woman’s first time be in my presence. Same for first dates I would never take a woman to the movies. How am I supposed to get know a woman when we’re watching a screen with other people talking? Sometime after the movie the mood will be awkward because the movie could be sad at the end or have a weird ending that leaves the both of you off course. So, when I’m home It’s board games and drinks. When it’s a date, I’ll take a woman to either an arcade place, bowling, Top Golf or dinner. Either way the woman has to eat. All women love food and drinks.
Dereshia- 10 mins Later.
An Hour ago I drove over here, even though I lived directly across the street. Now I’m in the man of my dreams house playing a game. Who would’ve thought in a million years I would be in this man presence? Uhh.. me that whoa! It was just a matter of time. The law of attraction is a mothafucker.
“Oh my God it’s going to fall.” In a snail pace, I attempted to pull the wooden rectangle block out the tilting tower of blocks stacked on one another.
“That’s going to fall; somebody about to lose.” Kevin teased me on as if he wants me to knock down the blocks in the game of Jenga. While he sips his wine I scooted my butt to the edge of the leather couch cushion and with concentration I compressed the block using the index and thumb in combination. Instead of pulling the Jenga block out the tower in slow motion, I yank the wood right out; the tower remained leaning in its identical position just with one less cube.
“Got it.” I stood up dancing and waving the block in his face; right in that moment I noticed that the wine was taking possession of me. “What you going do Kev, what you going do Kev what you going do?” I chanted creating my own taunting song. Kevin was all smiles; glaring at me with sparkling eyes.
“Alright, alright you still about to lose.” He said as I sat down and observed his next move. He placed his finger tips on a piece on the second row of the tower. This was an exceedingly clever move. Kevin yanked the cube from the tower using the exact technique that I utilized the move before. The tower collapsed on the glass table I sprung off the couch with excitement.
“What’s that noise you were talking? who won?”
“You won. You won” He admitted, smiling cheek to cheek as he put his head down. We played Jenga once more and I also took victor in that game as well.
He had some hand full of board and card games under the table but there was one particular game that caught my eyes. I was fairly over playing games; I honestly was in the mood to fuck. Kevin was being too much of gentleman to even know or even make a sexual move. He too engaged in impressing me which was fine. What woman did not like to be wined and dined but I was upright willing to fuck him as soon as I stepped into his apartment. We could have skipped the dinner, drinks and the game and went straight to the point.
“What’s this game right here?” I pointed at the red box with dark red letters that read Adult Truth or Dare.
“Adult Truth or dare; you want to play?”
“Sure.” Now this was my type of game.
“I hope you’re open because this game can get a little wild.”
“Trust me, I’m a big girl.”
“Okay. I warned you. Have that same energy when shit gets real.” He urged as he takes out the deck of cards.
“I hope you have that same energy I desire.” I said in the time he set the deck face down on the table. “You pick first.” I suggested.
“Nope, ladies first. Big girl.” He mocked me with a smooth tone in his voice.
“No worries.” I grasped for the card. “Truth or dare.” I asked him. He bit his bottom lip, squinting his eyes appearing to over think the simple question.
“Ahh... Truth.” He answered
“Have you ever had a threesome? If you did how many have you had?” This question was simple. I had my share of threesome in my young days.
“I had two threesomes, that was easy.” Then he pulled a card from the top of the deck.
“Truth or dare.” He looked over at me.
“Dare!” I answered, I did not have to think.
“Ok.” He began to read slowly “I dare you, to crawl to your partner then kiss on his or her pelvis with passion. If you decline you has to take a piece of clothing off.”
“I can do that.” I walk across the living room then got on my knees and crawl towards him as if I was a luscious fox on the prowl to get something that’s between his legs. He reclines back on the couch as the music from whatever R&B playlist he’d played continues to set the mood. He might not want to carry on with the game after I put my lips on him; only if he knew he had sometime coming and I meant that with a U replacing the O and an extra M. (Cumming)
He was glaring down at me with a lustful gaze probably wondering what he had gotten himself into.
“Take of your shirt.”I demanded; he did just that. Lifting his shirt off at the snap of a finger. I crawled between his legs then planted soft kisses on his tattooed abs. His skin smelled like some type of expensive cologne. I could not believe I was actually kissing on this man, my soft lips traveled to his stomach slowly, each kiss was filled with passion. The print in his sweat pants rose to attention.
“Something's awake.” I glared up at him as he shot me a confirming smile.
“Um hmm.” He murmured in the time I tugged his sweat pants down then set in motion his the kiss on his pelvis. Surprisingly Kevin was shaved clean down there. I remained kissing leaving wet lip smudges all over. His long thick manhood was springing by excitement inside his sweat pants.
“Yo, I can’t take this shit.” He said, he grasped me by the chin. “Come here” Pulling me upwards to his level, I plopped my body over his lap as he choked me to draw me in for a kiss. Our tongue tied and slid across one another like the crown on ice skates, sliding on frozen water. After two or three minutes of trading saliva; Our tongues untied and lips detached. For a slight five seconds, we gazed into each other’s eyes. I felt I was being sexually hypnotized. We both were breathing at the same pace, chest heaving in and out as our energy grew. Once the spark between us lit I leaned in for more of his kisses. Kevin's big hands were firmly exploring my body; massaging my back, lower back and firmly cuffing to the booty as our tongue continued to slap one another. I felt his meat pulsating; pounding on his briefs to be release. Once again our lips separated.
“Let’s go in my room.” he suggested. I followed his lead through the hallway into his bedroom; His bedroom is neat and well ordered, the bed was made as if a hotel maid spread the sheets and the grey quilt over top with no wrinkles. His shoes were in the shoe rack stacked perfectly, and on his dressers he had a variety of colognes and oils. Even though I had an idea of what his bedroom looked like before coming in I was still amazed by how tidy this man was. I did not spot a crumble or dirty sock on his floor.
“Wow, your room is nice.” I shot him a compliment. Kevin sat on the foot end of the bed while a I observe his room.
“Thank You.”
“I never met a man that is so neat.” I said as I strolled toward the wide window; the blinds were pushed fully up. There was clear view of the street with vehicles passing by and pedestrians walking on the sidewalk, I glared across the street at the window of my apartment then I smiled as thought of me staring out that window imagining I was here in this bedroom. I shut the blinds to the huge window.
“I don’t want anyone to see us in action.” I mentioned; soon as I turned my attention toward Kevin he was no longer sitting. He was standing directly in front of me with his right hand cuffing my neck. This man was ever so aggressive and I loved every bit of his boldness.
“Kiss me.” He demanded then pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips smacked and tongues tied for a brisk minute. As soon as our lips departed he pushed me backward a few steps then forcefully shoved me on the comfortable king size bed like a rag dog. He climbed over top of me with his muscular body. His t-shirt and sweat pants remained on. He planted deep kisses with his thick lips on the side of my neck. Chills shot throughout my entire body compelling my toes to ball tight like a fist on the urge to fight. I let moans escape from my open mouth especially when he gently scraped his teeth against my collar.
“You been wanting this dick huh?” he whispered in my ear. His lips slightly tickled my earlobe creating additional chills. I did not have a clue what he was conferring to, I wonder if knew I was the woman his girlfriend caught weeks ago. At that moment, I did not care what he knew. All I know my kitty was whispering for some attention so instead of asking what he meant, I agreed.
“Umm hmm yes.” That was his green light to undress me. He unbuttoned the black dress and snapped off my bra with his right hand, without a doubt he wasn’t a rookie. He got me undressed in the matter of seconds in unison of laying kisses all over my neck. As soon as I was fully stripped naked his lips and slippery wet tongue traveled down from my neck to my breast, where he swaddled his lips around my nipple, the tip of his tongue ran circles around as he sucked on them like gummy bears. His lips journeyed down my abdomen to my thighs. Kevin spread my legs distant from one other then he tenderly sunk his teeth into my inner upper thighs. My kitty was no longer whispering for attention she was now screaming for his blessings. He brushed his lips against my clit, forcing for my hips to shift upwards.
“Damn, you wet as fuck.” he said gazing up for a half second then he muffles his mouth around my love button and gently sucked as he slid his tongue across.
Kevin-
I slid my tongue side to side, nudging the clitoris, increasing stimulation as I built saliva in my mouth. Dereshia's stomach sunk in and out while she breathed deeply. Her juices overflowed purely tasting like spring water. I savored every drop she drizzled. Constantly I sucked and thrashed my tongue back and forth as I breathed out my nose. She clenched the back of my head and pulled my face in as I continued to service my jaw. She swayed her hips upwards and down like a seesaw. Her sweet liquids blended with my saliva cascading down the healthy thick hairs on my chin while I devoured her pussy.
“Oh right there, right there, yes right there.” She wailed. I kept the pace and kept on striking her spot. A greater of men should know when a woman informs him that’s she’s on the verge of cumming that means do not interrupt by stopping. No longer than a half of minute her body got stiffer than a cardboard box.
“Shit.. shit.. shit.. Oh my Goodness.” She moaned from the top of her lunges. I displayed no mercy, I continued to whip my tongue against the clit. As she swarmed considerably, she compressed her thighs together with my face in between to compel me to release my lips from her honeypot. In the time Dereshia simmered down I reached under the mattress to grasp a blindfold and hand tie. She done seen it all but this coming.
Dereshia-
“Come here,” Kevin demands standing on right side of the bed. The bones underneath my skin were trembling still from the sensational orgasm. Nobody in my twenty-seven years caused me to feel like my soul had been taken. This man had a mouth piece that can be sold on a shelf for every woman. I could guarantee the combination of his lips, tongue and mental skills would sell millions and sell better than any sex toy for a woman’s needs. I scooted to the edge of the bed naked as a newborn baby. When I glazed at him I discern a glisten in his chin hairs. I should’ve warned him my pussy was made out of liquid gold.
“Your chin is wet.”
“Oh is it.” He slightly giggled whipping his chin with his forearm “It’s all your fault.” He blamed me for the wet chin. He had something in his left hand balled in his fist but I wasn't not sure what it was.
“I guess I caused a mess huh?” I confessed. Kevin grasped my neck once again with the free hand.
“Yes, you have and you’re going to clean this mess.” He spoke softly and deep. His lips damn near touched my lips. Our tongues reunited for the third time tonight for a good bit of a minute. Not to toot my own horn but my extracts on his lips tasted extremely sweet.
“Turn around.” He stood me to my two feet then turned turn my body fully around from his front.
“You been watching me for a while.” He said. Now his words shocked the shit out of me. What the fuck does he mean?Was my question. Before I was able to speak, my visor went blank. Some kind of fabric covered overs my eyes,
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Get on your knees.” he ignored my question turned me towards him then gradually I fell to my knees on the carpet floor.
“Open that mouth.” he commanded. I could admit that his masculinity was turning me totally on. I followed his command and opened my mouth. Just that second I felt his shaft slide pass my lips.
“Make that dick wet.” he said in a firm low tone. Kevin did not have to tell me twice. I took hold of his stiff manhood then slobbered on each side, making his entire meat stick saturated. In a gradual pace, I stroked him with immerse hands as I placed my mouth around the cone of his dick. Once I positioned myself in a comfortable posture with my knees on the floor, I threw my whole face down his inches. In the course of sucking I continued to stroke and allow some more spit to generate in my mouth.
“Mmmh.” He moaned deeply “Mmmh just like that. Mmmh” my head was bobbing catching every bit of him.
“Give me this.” He uttered as he yanked the back of my head. Kevin manhandled my beautiful features as he shoved his one eye monster to the back of my throat.
“Mmmhh damn. Damn suck that shit.” He said repeating twice as he proceeded to fuck my expression out my face.
Kevin and I kissed with so much passion in the time his hand latched to my throat. His naked muscular body excelled mines as the kisses sent chills down the spine to my toes. In a missionary position with my legs resting on his shoulder he guided his manhood and the feeling I been waiting for, for a long time crossed the threshold of my pussy. Once his meat went fully in, my heart probably skipped a beat but I know for sure I lost my breath. I felt his hardness in me throbbing as he rocked his hips in and out of me with mild mannered tempo. He was driving deep inside of me; the sweet sound of my lady juice fluids, swished from each and every stroke he delivered.
“Yes.. owww.. yes.” Moans escaped from my lips. In the matter of seconds his penetration boosted and I could not take it I wanted to witness what was happening. I snatched the blindfold off from eyes. He was staring right at me biting his bottom lip groaning as my moans bonced of all four walls. Slap, slap, slap our bodies collapsed while he put in the work.
“Yes daddy, yess.” I assured him that this dick was feeling good. I even called him daddy and my daddy is still living.
“So you want to take the blind fold off.” He said staring directly in my eyes as he dipped in and out.
“Now look at me.” he demanded. I gazed in his eyes deeply with him inside of me, this time he was pushing extensively. I was trying not to blink. As soon my eyes shut once, Kevin spoke.
“Keep those damn eyes open since you want to watch.” swaying his hips with a bit more force. Now this demand was impossible the penetration influenced me to shut my eyes. In no time, I was cumming over his dick.
Throughout the entire night we fucked, slept, fucked and slept until the sunlight broke the morning.
Kevin- two weeks and a day later.
After the amazing sex, with Dereshia I hadn't heard from her since. I called and sent messages several times but no answer. When I first moved into the apartment I noticed two women glaring out the window from across the street. Following that day, I had intentions on putting a show on for the women as long as I lived in this apartment. I would catch a glimpse of Dereshia in my peripheral, faithfully peeking through the blinds when my window was open. This woman even bought binoculars to gawk me and the three women I juggled.
Brooklyn the woman that visited occasionally from Akron, Ohio had knowledge of Dereshia getting a load of eye balls of us. We would fuck right in front of the window so we can satisfy the deviated woman across the street. Thanks to Dereshia; Brooklyn was overly turned on by the situation. Brooklyn became a bonafide porn star when she felt Dereshia watching. She would dramatically moan, arching her back as she threw her ass back at me as I choked her. On the other hand, Tierra, she would not concur. She was too attached and insecure about her body. Tierra's body is absolutely ideal to me. It’s ashamed how the most beautiful women are so insecure in themselves. Right now, our short relationship was sinking. She got a full-blown attitude when I did not answer my phone. I could be in the shower for ten minutes not knowing she called and she created mindless scenarios in her thoughts and believed them. She also inquired about a key to my apartment and the password to all my social media platforms. Ronnie, the woman with the locs and I were still on good terms. We talked every morning. Our conversations were expected during breakfast before working.
Back to Dereshia she had some of the best and most passionate sexual intercourse I had in my existence. II didn't hesitate to text her.
“Hey….”
Dereshia- Five Minutes later.
Ding*My iPhone alerted that a message came through. Ken just finished pumping my gas in my car in the time I relaxed in the passenger side. His vehicle was a lot older than mine so when we traveled places we usually took my car. I wasn't a fan of driving so when Ken was with me he was behind the wheel. A message from an area code 4 1 2 number connect through Bluetooth pop up on the dashboard soon a Ken sat down in the driver’s seat.
“Hey, this is Kevin your neighbor Lol. I’ve known the whole time who you were. I guess that little moment we had a couple weeks ago was a one nightstand. If it’s not a problem I would like to get more acquainted with you. Maybe next we can have a date somewhere out the house, like Top Golf or an arcade place. If not I understand. I enjoyed fucking you. You study me well and fucked me like no woman ever have. Hopefully you will respond this time.”
I felt like I shrunk as we both read the text. This was bad, this was dreadful and I was caught red fucking handed. I could feel Ken heating up after each word that was displayed on the screen. I had not answered any of Kevin's texts or messages for the reason I did not want to get attached to his magnificent sexual sex drive that literally had me shaking for four days straight. Lustful thoughts clogged my mind, without a question my relationship with Ken was descending after that long night with the man from across the street. Ken could not make me cum back to back like Kevin caused me. Protecting my heart, I hadn't answered or glared out the window; I felt guilty that I even cheated on the good man that Ken was but my fantasy got the best of me. Now the secret that I held for two weeks and probably for a lifetime presented itself right in front of the man that loved me.
“I know this isn’t want I’m reading.” Ken uttered with a deep firm voice. Throughout our relationship I never heard or seen Ken upset. All I could do was glare out the window at the people walking into the gas station store as tears of guilt streamed down my face.
“I’m talking to you. Reshia look at me,” he growled. I turned my attention towards him turning his head slow, now my tears were overflowing.
“So, you been fucking your neighbor?” he asked, I couldn’t even look into his eyes.
“Yes, a one night stand.”
THE END
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