Cartel Dreams: A Love Story

by Nicety

“I’ll be 23 on New Year’s Day. Why? Is it such a crime that a grown woman has never been with a man before? Why do I have to be ostracized by the community just because I choose to save myself for the right person?” Her eyebrows curled over in frustration.

  “Naw shorty. There ain’t nothing wrong with that shit at all. In fact it don’t do shit but makes me want you more. You’re pure, uncut. I like that shit,” I affirmed with the straightest face possible to let her know that I was serious. That meant I could mold her to me and me only. “You should actually be proud of that. Not many women in this world can say that at your age.”

  “I am.” Daisy fiddled with her dessert uninterested in eating it anymore.

  “So what do you say we get out of here?” I asked livening up the mood again.

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Spend the night with me, Daisy.”

  “Spend the night with you? Damn you sure work fast don’t you? No beating around the bush for you is there?” She shook her head in disbelief.

  “Spend it with me under the stars,” I sniggered. “Just come on. You’ll see.”

  We hit the expressway for a short ride down Lake Shore Drive. Every so often I looked over at her facial expression noticing the worried look on her face. I couldn’t do shit but laugh at her. She was really concerned with my intentions with her. Hell, if given the chance I would definitely put the works on her and make her forget all about her morals and anxieties. But I had something a little more special than that in store for her. Pulling up in front of the building, I exited the car then opened her door allowing her to exit with a baffled glare.

  “What are we doing here, Quince? It’s after midnight.”

  “I told you.”

  We headed up the stairs into the building. The security guard directed us down the hall where we were to go. I held her hand the entire way while she gazed at the walls admiring all of the great information. She wanted to stop and marvel at it but it was too late at night for that and we were only able to visit one section of the building. Once at the room, about twenty other people, adults and kids, greeted us together.

  “Look up,” I whispered pointing to the ceiling watching the smile erupt from her lips.

  “Oh my gosh. It’s so beautiful in here, Quince,” Daisy gasped at the large sphere shaped ceiling adorned with the beauty of the night sky.

  “Welcome to the sleepover at the Planetarium.” A sly grin spread across my face. “So I’m gonna ask you again. Will you spend the night with me under the stars?”

  “This is so amazing. This has all been too much, Quince,” she giggled. “Yes, I’ll spend the night with you.”

  “Here are some sleeping bags guys. Find an empty spot and enjoy,” the guest services lady handed us two sleeping bags and welcomed us into the oversized room.

  “It’s actually like we’re outside under the stars. The ceiling and walls look so real in here. And, they move,” she admired as she sat down on the sleeping bag I laid down for her. “This is so remarkable, Quince. I love it.”

  I kissed her forehead before taking a seat next to her pulling her close, holding her in my arms as we gazed at the galaxy. “I thought you’d like this.”

  Chapter 12

  Daisy

  The Morning After

  The next morning Quince and I had breakfast at the nearby diner on State and Wabash. It was a quaint little spot but served the best pancakes and cheese eggs. When we were done he drove us back to the bane existence of our homes. Sitting in the car out front, we looked at each other like we weren't ready for the fun to end.

  I was beginning to feel like I had known him all of my life even though we had only been kicking it for a few days. Quince flicked from his rap CD to the FM allowing WGCI to play. Ciara came through the speakers softly in the background as he turned the radio down, almost all the way down. I danced a bit in my seat. I loved that song.

  …I can't lie, I won't lie, it's amazing

  My faces, the places, you're taking me

  Baby take your time now, there's no need to rush

  We can go another round, if that's what you want

  Cause tonight is going down, yeah you know it's going down

  We in the zone now, don't stop

  You can keep your hands on me, touch me right there, rock my body

  I can't keep my hands off you, your body is my party

  I'm doing this little dance for you

  You got me so excited

  Now it's just me on you

  Your body's my party, let's get it started…

  His hand made it’s way to the back of my head pulling me in for the sweetest kiss. It didn’t matter what either of our breaths smelled like even though they were both still sweet from the syrup of breakfast. No matter what I said apart of me wanted him to take me right there in the car. I wanted him to be the special man to take the purest part of me. Even if he turned out to be the wrong guy, I would always treasure the right things he did to make me want to give him the best of me.

  “Come here. Don’t be shy. I don’t bite…unless you want me to,” Quince teased as he ran his fingers up my legs towards my opening and slid two fingers inside of my already drenched panties making my clit pulsate.

  “I…I don’t think we should be doing this, Quince. You should probably stop,” my lips spoke the words but my legs gradually opened with every flick of the tips of his fingers.

  “Tell me to stop then,” Quince whispered leaning over further towards my seat.

  “I…I…”

  “Say it. Tell me to stop Daisy.”

  I couldn’t do it. I was sitting in his Benz getting my clit played with like a fiddle and I couldn’t speak a single word to tell him not to do it. His fingers felt damn better than the vibrator I kept hidden in my nightstand. They were warm and inviting. They knew every inch of my clit to hit to make my body convulse and shake like none other. I had never allowed a man to touch me like this. It was another way I knew he was the one.

  “Tell me to stop or tell me to taste it, Daisy.” Quince leaned over rubbing his lips gently against my tits tickling them soothingly. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

  “Taste it,” I requested, yearning to feel the wetness of his tongue.

  I reached out grabbing his arm and pulled him closer. If he didn’t want it he sure didn’t pull away as I began nibbling on his neck hard and wild. He liked it rough it seemed. Quince so aggressively took charge after that. He didn’t strike me as the type to let a female run the mood anyway. His dick was already erect when I grabbed it stroking for dear life trying to get that long thick motherfucka out of his pants.

  He moved my hand placing it back on the door handle as he continued to slide his two fingers up and down my twat crudely. He reached over me pushing the button on the side of the seat allowing my seat to automatically lower to the backseat. Once it was as far back as it would go, he pushed me tenderly to my elbows as he raised my legs slightly placing them in a lotus like stance firmly on the seat as wide as possible, removing my heels in the process.

  “Don’t move or I’ll suck harder,” Quince demanded before he dove into my steaming hot snatch.

  I rolled my pussy around fucking his mouth back like I was a professional. I had watched enough porn to be one anyway. My fingers gripped the back of his head moaning softly wanting, desiring more. Quince moaned as well enjoying every splash that secreted into his mouth. His head moved with every one of my gyrations as if he loved them as well.

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt a hotness climb within me and my clit grow. I was all too familiar with that feeling. I was about to bust all in his mouth and there was nothing I could do to stop it no matter how hard I tried. It was the best feeling in the world and I didn’t want it to end too soon. I wasn’t concerned about who would walk past and see us there in the car. My mind could only focus on the hot steamy goodness erupting from my warm volcanic pussy. My legs began to tremble and buckle but I refu
sed to close them. His warning rang in my ear like school bells even though his licks were becoming more intense.

  “Ahh, daddy! I’m finna cum baby,” I exhaled heavily trying to remain composed.

  Quince didn’t say a word nor did he stop. He used his two fingers to grasp hold of my clit as he sucked and licked profusely. I thrust uncontrollably, causing a loud moan to escape my lips. I wasn’t prepared for what this nigga had in store for me next but I was determined to take it like a big girl should. I locked my legs into their position trying my best not to move and let out a slight hiss as cum flowed out of me like Raging Waves Waterpark.

  “Mmm, that pussy tastes so damn good. I almost don’t want to stop,” Quince breathed on my opening licking his tongue out at it like a hungry dog. “Hmm. But I’ve gotta stop.”

  “Huh? What? Why?” I panted wildly.

  “Because, you’re saving yourself for the right guy and that’s more important than letting me hit it in all the right places.”

  “But…I…You…Ugh.” I pulled my hair feeling my pussy still vibrating from his acts.

  “Shh. It’s okay baby. I respect you and your decision. It’s admirable.” Quince licked his lips. “I just wanted you to know what you would be in store for should you decide to dub me that right one. Ya feel me?”

  Little did he know, I had already made up my mind and secretly given myself to him. I wanted our flesh to become one. For him to take me anyway and anywhere. Maybe that was just the horny part of me clouding my judgment and forcing me to think with my pussy rather than my brain but I didn’t give a fuck anymore. Especially after getting licked by a Greek God. Damn baby, why you gotta do me like that?

  “I have to respect that you respect that, right?” I wondered looking over at him as I fixed my clothes and he returned to his seat.

  “I think that you are more than worth the wait baby.” His tongue gently coated his succulent lips. “Only time can reveal a dream.”

  With those words, our tongues met once more giving me a brief taste of what my pussy tasted like. We said our goodbyes and he vowed to call me later once I got back from my graduate school meeting. Time was narrowing down to the wire for me to apply and if I didn’t do so soon I would probably miss my window to attend without many hoops to jump through. I had the grades I just needed the recommendations. But as I pulled myself together to prepare for the meeting, all I could think about was his powerful tongue flickering against my desiring clit.

  ***Later that day***

  "Ms. Vaughn, I had been wondering when you were going to make your debut here," he said that like he was about to scold me and tell me to go sit in a corner or something. “Can you step into my office for a minute before you head to the graduate school office?”

  "Uh, sure Mr. Beret. Wassup?" I replied walking behind him into his office chucking my backpack onto my shoulder as it slid down.

  “I didn’t want to tell you this in front of your other soon to be colleagues before graduation last month, but you’re final dissertation…” he paused staring down heavily at the papers in front of him through his hefty coke bottle eyeglasses. “…was absolutely perfect!”

  “Oh my—. Are you serious?” My smile widened greatly and even if I wanted to conceal it I simply couldn’t hold it in.

  “I think you have the potential to go on to graduate school or law school and become one of the best lawyers Chicago has ever seen. That is why I put in a good word for you to the Dean of Graduate Students office.” Mr. Beret smiled as he rose from his seat to greet me with a sturdy handshake. “Since graduation is already over and the summer session is about to begin, I have taken the liberty of submitting the recommendation directly to them. They will be expecting you.”

  “Sir I just want you to know that I’ve worked hard these last four years and I thought graduating in the top ten percent of the class was going to be my greatest achievement but surely this takes the cake.” My happiness couldn’t have shown brighter on my face.

  I worked damn hard to push through adversity and get where I was today. I did things that I wasn’t proud of, things that I could never tell anyone about to pay for college and be able to graduate. It had been a long four years but I made it with eight thousand dollars to spare left over from paying tuition and living costs. It was a struggle everyday but nothing or no one was going to hinder me from reaching my goals. My eyes gleamed as I stared back at my professor who obviously believed in my drive as well.

  “Yes so I hope to see you next year in graduate school here. Eh?” he said sliding his glasses back over his eyes and looking out the top of them at me.

  “I hadn’t given graduate school much thought until now. I’m so grateful for this opportunity and I won’t let you down sir,” I answered nonchalantly as I bit my lip.

  “Daisy, this chance doesn’t come so often for just anybody. You should never wait too long for a once in a lifetime thing like this.” Mr. Beret ran his fingers through his salt and peppered low wavy hair breathing a small sigh of disappointment.

  “I know sir and again I wanna thank you for believing in me enough to extend your recommendation. I know it comes highly recommended especially since you don’t give those things loosely.”

  For some reason, the curved look on his face made me think he didn’t take my response seriously. The awkward silence filling the room became as uncomfortable as the small amount of space in between he and I as I smiled and nodded cordially, heading for the door. I wasn’t even half way there before feeling a slight tugging on my arm. My head whipped around roughly as I jerked back realizing I must have been caught on something only to find me hemmed up in Mr. Beret’s grasp.

  “I really went out on a limb for you here, Daisy. Don’t mess that up,” he spoke softly yet there was a hint of aggressiveness in his voice.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don’t play coy with me like you don’t wear those tight pencil skirts and those tittie revealing silk blouses for a reason,” he said pulling me in closer to his rather cumbersome body. “I’ve watched you all four years and I’ve seen how you flirt with the other professors. What’s wrong with me, huh?”

  “What the hell are you talking about? I dress for the job I want, not for your sick ass fantasy.” I couldn’t help but stick my voluptuous waist out to one side when I crossed my arms in front of me.

  Mr. Beret’s eyes searched my curvy body as he licked his dry hungry lips as if he were picturing me naked right then. I tried to suck my 38C tits in so that they weren’t sitting up so perky in his face in my tight pink t-shirt. I was wearing my workout gear today, pink Get Fit t-shirt with matching spandex leggings, instead of my usual professional gear. My intentions were to get a good workout in after the meeting.

  Still it drove him sexually insane, watching the drool run down the side of his mouth. He was grotesque in every sense of the word with the acne still prevalent on his face well into his fifties, not to mention he resembled the Fat Bastard character on that stupid Austin Powers movie. What made him think he could get a queen like me?

  The bitch in me wanted to explain to him that his fifty year old beer gut, 1940's wardrobe coupled with the tarnished gold wedding band on his ring finger gave me high flying warning signals that made me want to barf at the very thought of an affair with him. Surprisingly enough the robust Caucasian man still had his hair but that could have easily been credited to a Hair Club For Men membership or lifetime supply of Rogaine. His motorcycle cop mustache was another huge turn off. This man had to be shitting himself if he thought that a empress like me would ever get with an out of shape thirsty ass bum like him.

  "You have obviously got the student teacher relationship twisted. If you didn’t understand the first time that I said it, I'm a student. So I think you should do what I'm going to do once I walk out of this door. Forget this ever happened," I retorted attempting to remain professional.

  "You know, I could make your life a living hell. I mean all I want is a little taste of that sweet
nectar," Mr. Beret snarled moving in closer giving me a whiff of the faint smell of vodka on his breath. "One might even be so inclined to say that your entire political or law career, whichever you were thinking about, would be in jeopardy should you not make a smart decision here Daisy. Well before it began, of course."

  He used his finger to flick my right nipple poking out through my shirt. The act shot a tingle through my body right down to my pussy. It felt good physically but mentally I wasn't interested. A joker grin filled my almond shaded face accentuating the deep dark purple and black eye shadow adorning my mocha colored eyes. There was no fear in my heart and a part of him knew it, sending chills down his spine causing him to gulp big wads of his saliva.

  “That’s funny you mentioned about a career being over. See, Mr. Beret what you failed to understand is that your relationship with the class whore Carla is very well known by most of the students in here and all it takes is one or two of us to mention that,” I snapped as my eyes curled over devilish like and I reached down cupping his balls tightly in my fist. “I also forgot to mention that I’ve been taking a very extensive martial arts class that has taught me how to crush a man’s ball right in my hand. So you have to ask yourself. Do you want to lose your job, your wife, or your balls Mr. Beret?”

  “At first glance you seem like a good girl willing to do anything to further her career but with that devious mind you're nothing but a stupid little cunt. G-G-Get the hell out of my office, Daisy Faye.” A look of distress filled his face. “Forget about this conversation. Accept your recommendation as a gift and just fucking go, eh.”

  “Thank you for your kind gesture, Mr. Beret. I’m sure I’ll enjoy graduate school very much sir,” I chortled, blowing him a kiss and a smirk as I headed out of the room.

  Chapter 13

  Quince

  1 Month Later

  “And the spot out west? How are they doing?”

  “Quince, I just left all the spots collecting. We’re good bro. We’re better than good. We’re great. All of the spots are booming right now bro. We're blowing up like you said we would my nigga.” Montana’s excitement resonated through the phone. “Glad you went shopping ahead of schedule too. Ya heard me?”