by Willow Ward
She glanced at the clock again, nine thirty. She hated having to wait for sex.
Flopping back on the bed, Marisa could feel her eyes grow heavy. She thought about her no name exquisite lover as she drifted off to sleep.
Something startled Marisa awake. She jumped out of bed in a state of panic, not realizing she had fallen back to sleep.
She was late for something, but she couldn’t remember what it was.
The last thing she remembered was last—. Marisa glanced at the clock and yelped. Twelve-fifteen.
She had less than an hour to take a shower, get dressed and grab a cab to the restaurant.
She raced into the bathroom hoping she made it on time.
It took her forever to get a cab.
She had to bribe the cabbie with an extra ten dollar bill to get her to the restaurant on time.
Taking a breath, Marisa opened the door to Cafe Lalo.
As she walked in, she glanced around the crowded place hoping to see him before he saw her. She wanted a few minutes of appraisal time of him.
Taking another glance around, she realized he wasn’t there. Oh my God. She got stood up.
Turning around from humiliation, she was about to walk out of the restaurant when she felt a strong hand on her shoulder.
Glancing back she looked into a beautiful pair of blue-green eyes.
It was him.
“Hi.
“Hey.”
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to make it. I have a table already.” He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her to the table. “You look beautiful,” he said, looking deeply into her eyes before pulling out her seat.
After last night he wasn't too sure she'll come today.
He’d went to the restroom deciding that if she didn’t show in the next few minutes he’ll leave, but when he stepped out of the bathroom that’s when he saw her.
“Thank you. You look nice too,” Marisa said unable to tear her eyes away from him.
Yum, yum, yum, She thought looking at him.
Her body tremble to the sound of his voice.
She wanted to feel those strong arms wrapped around her again. Taste the mouth that made her orgasm with just a kiss.
She looked around the restaurant trying to reel in the constant urges she had for this man.
“Excuse me, but are you finished with that table,” another couple asked.
Dragging his eyes away from her, “Sorry we just got here.”
No way was he giving up the chance to be with this gorgeous, mysterious woman. If he had to sit at this table all day to be with her, then that's what he'll do.
When he got home last night, he hadn’t been able to fall asleep so he watched a little television on the sofa till he found himself in dream land, sexing a gorgeous brown eye beauty.
He woke up with his body full of energy. Counting down the minutes until he saw her again, he took a jog around Central Park.
His fingers inched as he looked over at her sitting across from him.
He was ready to pull the string holding that dress closed and see what his lips had the good fortune of tasting last night.
It wouldn't take nothing for him to rip that dress off, place her on the table, wrap those long legs around his waist and thrust so deep until he felt her wet walls clench tight around him again.
Just one pull of that string and he would be balls deep in that pussy like he was last night.
He found himself getting hard thinking about how wet and tight she’d been.
Remembering they were in a public place, he adjusted himself under the table trying to play it cool.
Picking up his menu, “So what’s good here?” He winked.
This was a bad idea.
Watching him eat was driving Marisa crazy. The way he licked his lips after taking the fork from his mouth. The way his mouth moved with each chew.
She was so consumed and turned on with watching him eat, she forgot to eat.
She wished she had worn jeans. Her G-string was soaking wet with her juices.
After watching him lick his lips for the tenth time, she put down her fork, squeezing her legs tightly together.
She was five minutes from climbing on the table, lifting her dress up and begging him to take her right here, right now. If he brought her to another orgasm like he did last night she didn’t care who saw them.
Seeing the desire in her eyes again, he put down his fork and wiped his mouth. One time with this woman wasn't enough for him. He had to get her out of his system.
Reaching in his back pocket, he pulled out his wallet, throwing money on the table for their lunch.
“Let’s go.”
Marisa dropped her keys to her apartment door again.
She was struggling trying to get the door open with him kissing her.
His sensual lips had a steady grip on her tongue. Oh God! He was going to make her cum.
Marisa slithered down to retrieve her house keys again. “If you don’t stop kissing me we’ll never make it inside,” Marisa said, as she put the key into the lock again and pushed the door opened.
Stumbling into her apartment, they wasted no time undressing each other.
“Where’s the bedroom?” He asked walking her backwards.
Last night they’d been in such a rush they hadn’t made it to the bedroom. Today he wanted to go further.
“Second door to the right,” Marisa said in between kisses.
They both entered the bedroom naked.
He pushed her down on the bed, standing over her.
“Touch your body,” he commanded.
She smoothed her hands down her neck imagining his lips kissing and licking her there. His commands was her affirmatives.
Shaking his head no, “I want to see you touch yourself.”
She stopped and looked up at him getting a sense of déjà vu.
She knew what he was asking her to do so she licked her fingers until they glisten, before placing them on her nipples. She tweaked each nipple until they were hard as rocks.
She moved a hand down her stomach to her pussy. She played with her clit until she felt herself become wet. His cock grew as he watched her finger herself.
Looking down at his cock, she envision his cock inside of her instead of her fingers.
Her finger slide in and out, stroking her.
He laid down on the bed, kissing her mouth before moving down to her breasts.
He tongued her nipples, setting her body on fire.
She felt his hands descend down her stomach to her pussy as he swiped a finger between her pussy lips.
She moaned when he thumbed her clit to a hard nub.
“Ummmm,” she sighed.
She thought she was going to lose her mind as he went from nipple to nipple, feeling his finger work its way into her pussy. He inserted one finger working in a second.
“Damn, you have some wet pussy.”
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, hearing her wetness as he fingered her. Her stomach tighten. He was about to make her cum.
“Ohhhhh. Yeessss,” Marisa hissed, as she pulled his head from her nipples and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She sucked on his tongue the same way she sucked his dick last night.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and made her suck on them.
“Good?”
Marisa nodded.
“Let me see. I need to form my own opinion of how good it is.”
He raised her leg over his shoulder and opened her pussy lips, smiling. “This is beautiful,” she heard him say.
She felt him give the inside of her thigh a kiss. He kissed her pussy before giving it a swipe with his tongue.
Marisa placed a hand behind his head wanting to keep his mouth exactly where it was.
He flicked her clit with his tongue.
She pulled her bottom lip with her teeth.
Seeing the wetness around his mouth, she gyrated her pussy on his face.
“Ohhhhh! Don't stop.
Please don't stop,” she pleaded. He alternated between dipping his tongue deep inside of her and tonguing her clit.
Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed enjoying the feel of his mouth eating her out.
Every time she felt ready to cum, he would pull back. He gave her one final lick, before standing up.
“I have something that will make you cum,” he said, placing his dick near entrance.
Feeling his penis lying on her pussy, Marisa reached down and started stroking him.
Shaking his head, “I can’t wait. I need to feel you.”
He couldn’t slow it down. It was too much. His cock was about to burst. He needed to be inside of her.
Looking around, “I don’t know where my pants are.” Unable to move from her he put his forehead to hers, “Sweetheart do you have any condoms?”
She was stroking his cock so good. If he didn’t get inside of her soon, he was going to cum on her stomach.
Marisa scrambled to the side dresser, reaching in looking for her stash of condoms. She proudly pulled the box out, showing it to him.
“Can I do it?” She asked him.
It has always been a fantasy of hers to put a condom on a man.
“Sweetheart, you can do anything you want. Just hurry,” he smiled.
She rolled the condom on him hoping it’ll fit. If she didn't know better she'd swear his dick looked bigger than the last time she saw it.
He moved between her legs, spreading her wider.
They both groaned as he thrust deep into her. The size of him took her breath away.
“Oh, it feels so good.” He groaned in her ear. “You’re so wet, so tight. Take me. Take every inch of my cock, Sweetheart.”
Marisa moaned from his words and the intense feeling of having him inside of her again.
Marisa looked down to see her pussy lips bloom open as her clit lay on his penis as he thrust inside of her. Seeing her wetness on his dick, made her wetter as he thrust faster and harder into her. It was erotic and strange to see his dick moving in and out of her. The sensations were so overwhelming she closed her eyes, moaning loudly.
She took her legs from around his waist, placed them on the bed and moved her hips up and down to meet every thrust.
“Oh shit. Get that dick,” he groaned.
She gyrated her hips up and down his length. When she stroked down his balls would tap her on the ass.
“Oh God,” she moaned. That heavenly feeling was starting again.
“Mmmmm! Yeah baby, I’m going to make you cum again,” he said feeling her tighten around him as he thrust deeper into her.
Knowing she was almost there, he took a nipple into his mouth and started sucking.
He heard her scream at that exact moment his teeth touched her nipple. He tried to make it last, but it was unavoidable with her milking the hell out of his cock. She was clenching him so tight he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Unable to hold off much longer, he threw back his head and growled his release.
They were both still panting when she felt him collapse beside her.
“Wow,” she uttered, trying to catch her breath. Talk about stamina.
“My sentiments exactly,” He said dispensing with the condom before pulling her into his body.
Marisa closed her eyes, luxuriating in the delicate feel of his lips on the back of her neck.
She felt that eerie feeling again.
“You do realize after that, we should be able to tell each other our names,” he said kissing her shoulders and neck.
He turned her slightly onto her back, stroking her hair from her face. Her skin was still glowing.
She closed her eyes thinking this was the reason why people didn't repeat sex one night stands. He was going to turn this into a relationship.
She must have loss her mind thinking she could have sex with him again. As much as she’d enjoyed the sex with him, it was time to end it.
Feeling his erection harden again against her body, Marisa reached around his neck bringing his lips to hers for a kiss.
She was about to tell him to leave, when she felt him lift her leg and thrust his dick inside of her. Maybe she’ll end it after this round.
Chapter 7
“Hi Marisa, how are you?”
“Hey Darcy. What’s going on?” Marisa asked mixing drinks.
“Nothing much. Just another night.”
Marisa reached over taking Darcy's drink orders.
She noticed Darcy staring at her.
“What’s up, Darce?” Marisa asked smiling.
“I was just wondering if I could ask you for a favor,” Darcy said, batting those baby blues.
“Yeah. The other night you said something like that. I had to stay and clean up the bar area, when I was done they said you had already left. What’s up?”
“My cousin just moved here and is staying with me until he finds his own place. I thought the four of us—.”
“Four?” Marisa questioned.
“Brady, Steve, you and me—”
“Who’s Brady and who’s Steve?” Marisa questioned.
“Brady’s my cousin and Steve is my boyfriend.” Darcy smiled and winked. “I wanted the four of us to go out tomorrow. I thought I’ll introduce Brady to a couple of people. Help him adjust to the city life,” Darcy smiled.
Marisa tilted her head, “Is this a date? This isn’t a date is it? I mean it Darcy. I don’t want you setting me up.” Marisa sat down the liquor giving Darcy a stern look.
“Well,” Darcy shrugged.
“Well what? Darcy, I’m not trying to date anyone right now. I have too much on my plate already,” Marisa said, picking up the liquor again.
“Marisa, please. I don’t want my cousin feeling like a third wheel with Steve and me all the time. He’s a really nice guy, nothing like his parents,” Darcy said shaking her head.
“What do you mean?” Marisa asked, confused by that statement.
Scrunching up her face, “My cousin likes women outside his race and my aunt and uncle are kind of against that. Let’s just say they only want him messing with “his own kind,”“ Darcy put her fingers into quotations to emphasize the meaning.
She was amazed when she heard or met people who still thought that way.
“So because I’m of different race you assumed I would want go out with your cousin or that your cousin would want to go out with me?”
“Exactly,” Darcy said nodding her head.
With a deadpan expression, Marisa stood there not believing what she was hearing.
She could feel herself getting angry.
Before she could tell this girl where to go, Darcy backtracked what she was saying. “You know I’m nothing like that. I can tell you my cousin is nothing like that. I just want him to meet some new people, make some friends. Since he’s going to be living here he's going to need other people to hang with besides me. Please Marisa. Do this one thing for me.” Darcy pleaded.
Marisa stood there glaring at Darcy.
“One time,” Darcy said, hands in prayer mode.
Taking a breath, she couldn’t believe she was considering doing this.
“Okay I'll do it,” Marisa said giving in. “I'm only doing this because I'm grateful to you for helping me get this job,” Marisa said.
Darcy nodded.
“You need to let your cousin know it’s not a date. I’ll do this just once,” Marisa said, pointing her finger.
Jumping up and down, “You got it.” Darcy said, hugging Marisa. “Thank you so much.”
After Darcy walked away, Marisa chewed on her bottom lip tapping her foot. A part of her felt guilty for sleeping with one man and going out on a date with another. She wasn’t the scandalous type and this situation was reeking of something foul.
When Darcy asked, her first impulse was to say no to Darcy, but Darcy never asked Marisa for anything. How bad could it be going out with Darcy's cousin? A few hours then she'll never have to see him a
gain.
She could use a night out anyway.
She’ll go out with Darcy’s cousin have a good time and if he’s a great guy as Darcy claims, she’ll consider the guy a friend. A friend whose parents were prejudice. Ugh! She did not want to go out with him.
“You’re so wet, so tight. Take me. Take every inch of my cock.”
Marisa moan deep, when she heard him whisper in her ear. His cock was feeling too good. She could feel the beginning of the fluttering in her stomach. He was going to make her cum.
Ring. Ring.
What? Where was that sound coming from?
Ring. Ring.
Marisa's eyes popped open. She scrambled for the phone.
“Hello.” Marisa slurred, her voice sounding husky from sleep.
“Marisa. Hi, it’s Darcy.”
“Hey Darcy,” Marisa said as she pushed her hair back. “What’s up?”
“Sorry. My cousin can’t wait to meet you,” Darcy said, excitedly.
Sitting up in bed, “Perfect,” she sighed, depressingly.
Marisa glanced over to the other side of the empty bed.
He’d left early this morning after the fourth round of sex.
When he left this morning, he didn’t hint on if they’ll see each other tonight. She was secretly hoping he’ll stop by after her meet and greet with Darcy’s cousin.
She laid back against the pillows, inhaling his cologne mixed in with the smell of sex.
He made her laugh. Made her enjoy being with him. He made her have fun.
It amazed her how they could carry on a conversation still not knowing each other’s name. He hadn’t asked again and she didn’t tell. She wondered what was the whole point of that now? “Marisa. Marisa are you still there.”
“Yeah, I’m still here, Darcy” she sighed.
“Okay, I’ve talked to my cousin and he and Steve are meeting us at the club at eight o’clock.”
Sitting up fast, “The club? But it’s my day off. Why would you have us meet there? That’s the last place I want to go on my day off, Darcy,” Marisa said agitated.
She was exhausted.
She couldn't wait to get this night over with.
Between going to class, working at the club and having incredible marathon sex with her one night stand, she wasn’t in the mood to go out.