Her road to recovery was filled with stops of self-discovery and an undeterred drive for work. Where before she had worked sixty hours, she spent almost a hundred hours a week watching after her three boys. They kept her busy, with their constant mistakes and misunderstandings, and she took comfort in the fact that their helpless childishness was always more mature than Jordan’s behavior had ever been. Work and more work, on herself and with her job, was building her up, making her stronger and smarter and braver. She got to the point where she thought she might be invincible.
Then she ran into Jordan. She had a rare hour to herself, while each boy was engaged in a different physical activity: Matt was horseback riding, James was practicing his archery, and Carter was at swim practice. She stopped into her favorite coffee shop, the one that she had spent hours upon hours studying at in college, and ordered herself a chai latte to reward herself. She was only two sips into her drink, it still hot enough to burn the tip of her tongue, when she heard Jordan’s voice behind her, calling her name.
“Hello, Lita, how are you?” he asked.
A new sip of latte gave her enough time to compose herself, and then she answered, “I’m really good. Really good. What have you been up to?"
Jordan smiled, and, believing her declarations of well being, answered, “I’m good, too. It’s nice to run into you. I’ve been looking for you for a while.”
With those words, her heart began to race and she could feel the blood coursing through her veins and warming up every part of her. Thankfully, her flush was hidden from him, and she was able to respond, “Why? What’s up?”
“I wanted to say that I was sorry. I behaved horribly towards you the entire time we were together. I was drinking too much and really treated you like shit. Again, I’m sorry.”
Her heart began to beat twice as fast as before, and she thought that she might faint. “It’s okay,” she mustered, “I know it wasn’t intentional, and…”
Before she could say another word, he said “And I need to thank you, too. If it hadn’t been for you, I wouldn’t have turned things around. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have started my own bike repair shop, wouldn’t own a house—hell, I wouldn’t be getting married.”
Her heart dropped through the floor. She felt like she was going to crash right through the table headfirst—later on she wished that she had and broken her neck in the process.
Jordan continued. “You would really like her, Lita. Hell, she’s so much like you that you two could be sisters.” And he continued. He must have stood by her table for ten minutes, talking and smiling and laughing, but she couldn’t process a word of it. After he had hugged her and left, she found a scrap of paper on her table with a phone number. It could have been his. They could have set up a time to get together for her to meet his fiancé. Though, it could have just been a locker combination. She didn’t know and didn’t care, and she left it there on the table.
That night, she had one long dream about Jordan; about the last time they had had a good time together. They were together and alone, at home in front of the TV, snuggling up under a couple of blankets on her couch. A scary movie was on, and she kept pressing herself closer, seeking safety and comfort. She felt his hand move beneath the covers, and then felt his fingers pressed up against her pussy.
He began to move his fingers tenderly over her pussy, brushing up against her lower lips and fondling her clit. She arched her back, to move her closer to his fingers. He began to slowly slide one after another into her, and started to cover her lips with kisses.
She reached under the covers and found his cock already hard and out of his shorts. They began to stroke each other in sync, like they were part of a two-person band, making music for each other. She felt his lips press up against her, and wished that he would swallow her whole. She felt his tongue in her mouth, then on her neck and traveling down to her breasts.
He pulled her shirt up and began to suck on her nipples, lightly lashing at them with his tongue. His knuckles were rubbing up and down the crotch of her panties, and her wetness was soaking through into the couch. His lips moved from her breasts and down her body, landing sweet kisses every inch of the way down.
When he got to her waist, he pulled her soaked panties off with his teeth, and began to kiss her all about. She felt his fingers plunge into her cunt, pulling out of her quickly and then spread her wetness around, then she felt his lips cover her and his tongue enter in her. She smiled and cried a little, and then she woke up.
The days became hard again, and she thought that she might slide back into her own ways when she got word that the family that she worked for had decided on a surprise trip to Mexico. Though they were paying her way, she would end up working around the clock and have no vacation herself—but anything was better than staying home and thinking.
Within two days of landing in Cancun, the whole family got a nasty bug from a salad bar in the hotel. Since Lita knew better and didn’t eat anything that was washed in local water, she suddenly found herself able to do whatever she pleased. For the first time in the longest time, she felt free, and almost happy.
It wasn’t long before that happiness was noticed by the men at the hotel, in particular a young attendant named Julio. Where Jordan had been scruffy, Julio was clean-shaven; where Jordan was crass, Julio was polite. He was such a completely different man than she was accustomed to she felt instantly drawn to him, and never left his side her entire stay.
The first night she spent with him was a step in the right direction, and every one after that was a leap or a bound. While the family was holed up in their rooms spewing from both ends, Julio showed Lita the majesty of the local sights. The first thing to show her was the ocean, how the waves came smashing down onto the beach, cleaning the roughed up sand away and leaving a smooth and curved surface. She watched the ocean roll in and out, and thought about just like each receding wave took away part of the beach—the sand, dirt and debris—each moment of the night was erasing some of the grime that Jordan had left on her. They sat on the beach until the sun came up and out behind the morning clouds. When they finally were getting up to leave, Julio leaned over and planted a single kiss on her cheek—it was exactly what she needed, no more or no less.
That second night he came earlier, dressed smartly in white linen pants and matching shirt. He took her to town, into one of the most note eateries in a radius of two hundred miles. As her Spanish was as bad as Julio’s English was good, he took the helm at the table and ordered both of their meals. They gorged themselves of three different kinds of fish, vegetables both sautéed and roasted, fresh tortillas along with for different kinds of salsa—each color a different kind of heat. The food and company was so wonderful that she felt tipsy with contentment afterwards, and where normally she would want to pass into a deep and long food coma, she felt energized by her meal and companion and wanted to dance the night away.
She could tell by the way that Julio carried himself when she first met him that he was no stranger to rhythm, but when she got him out onto the floor she was blown away by his talent and moves. He turned out to be an award-winning salsa dancer, so skilled that he was able to instill enough artistry and beauty into both their movements. As he dipped and spun her around, the heat that their moves made began to travel from her skin deep down into her, awakening her dormant womanhood. Every twist and turn created more activity in her pussy, and she could feel herself becoming sopping wet, and then feel all that wetness drip down her legs. The night air was hot and inside the club was hotter, so the myriad of scents camouflaged her own and the sweat on her legs covered her love juices. She left the club feeling exhilarated yet not embarrassed.
She waited till after they left and the night’s breeze to dry her a little before she kissed Julio. They had been walking along the tortuous dirt road that ran from the small heart of the city to the resort where they were staying. They had to pass through a dense growth of trees that swallowed them and the moonlight u
p. She grabbed on tight to Julio’s arm and let him guide her through the absolute lack of light. When they stepped back into the moonlight, the light showed her how much she had missed Julio in their shared moment of blindness, and she couldn’t help but cover his lips with hers.
He kissed her back, first gently then with all the power that he could muster, licking her lips with his tongue and then driving it into her mouth. He sucked at her lips, and every once in a while gently gnawed at them. She felt his hands began to move down her body, his hands fondling her breasts and his fingers rubbing against her nipples. She could feel his hard cock pushing up against her leg and up in between her thighs. He huffed his breath into her ear as kissed at her neck and ran his fingers down her stomach and under her skirt, then began rubbing them against her lips.
She gasped, and he slid his fingers under the edge of her panties, pulling them off with one flick of his hand. He pressed his fingers against her bare lips, and then slid them in and out of her wet cunt. He dropped to his knees and began licking at her wetness, slurping up the juices flowing out of her pussy. His tongue flicked at her clit as he slid a finger all around her lips. The passion of his mouth made her cum in seconds.
She was still trembling from her orgasm as he beckoned her to the floor of the jungle. She lay down on top of him, the wetness of her naked crotch soaking his pants and making them stick to his legs. She kissed him deep and hard, moving her hand swiftly under the waist and grabbing onto his cock, squeezing it softly and feeling a little bit of precum stick to her hands. She ripped open his shirt and kissed all down his hairless chest, stopping to circle each of his nipples with her tongue. She pulled his cock out just as her lips met his waist, popping it into her mouth and sucking on the head.
Lita slowly moved his cock in and out of her mouth, pushing in at first just the head, then pulling it out. She then pushed in one more inch, and then another, until she had swallowed all of his cock from the head to the base. She moved all of his cock in and out of her mouth, first slowly, then picking up such speed that his cock kept magically disappearing and appearing again.
He put his fingers under her chin, and lifted her face from his cock, pulling her lips up to meet his. She straddled him and brought her sopping wet cunt down on him, again swallowing him with her other pair of lips. She rode him gently at first, grinding her cunt all the way down on him, and then she lifted herself up on his cock till just his head remained inside of her. Then she came down fast, his prick disappearing into her once more. She rode him harder, going up and down on his cock faster till he lost everything inside her.
They fell asleep right there in the trees by the road. When they woke a few hours later, Julio kissed her and helped to groom her so that she would look somewhat presentable if she happened to run into the family. When they got back to the hotel, she saw that the boys were out playing by the pool, and she knew that their virus had run its course.
The one day left she had, she had to spend with the family, and only had a moment to say goodbye to Julio. She was under the watchful eyes of the whole family, so the most that she could get from him was a hug, but she got to feel him against her and smell him one last time.
The next morning as they flew from the resort, Lita looked out the window and saw the sun high in the middle of the bluest sky she had ever seen. She smiled to herself, paused a moment, and started to plan the rest of her life.
By Danica Williams
Copyright © 2012 Danica Williams
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to actual persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for a mature audience only.
All persons portrayed in this book are over 18 years of age.
Brad had met Angie in college. He’d actually heard the other guys in the fraternity talking about her, about how she’d blown every single one of them when they took her out. Like any immature college kid, he’d gone running to find her. A sure thing was a sure thing, and when the sure thing was a blowjob, real men didn’t pass it up.
She was pointed out to him by an upperclassman, and he was extremely surprised when he first saw her. She was a tiny, delicate, demure looking latina. The first time he saw her she was headed for church, wearing a lace shawl over her shoulders that looked to be a hundred years old. She was wearing a very expensive dress and shoes that probably cost as much as his car had. He watched her as she entered the Cathedral on campus, slipping the shawl over her head. He decided then and there that the guys were trying to set him up as a gag. He decided he wouldn’t play.
The next semester he found himself sitting next to Angie in class. She dressed like the other girls, was, funny and outgoing. He found himself very attracted to her, and eventually asked her out. Their first evening had not progressed very far before she had his cock out, sucking it deep into her hot mouth. She was very vocal, telling him how much she loved the taste and the feel of it. She also let him know just how to touch her hard little nipples…and she showed him just exactly how she liked her smoothly shaved pussy rubbed.
She had let go of his swollen cock for a few moments, pulled her jeans and panties off, and turned on the lamp in his room. She smiled at him and said only, “Watch me.” She had taken two fingers and put them in her mouth, then delicately brushed them around the outside of her swollen pussy lips. Angie worked the two fingers closer and closer to the little hooded nubbin that was her clit, then skinned the hood back with her middle finger and rubbed the clit with her forefinger. She threw her head back with a deep breath and slid both fingers into her pussy, rubbing her clit with her thumb. She hissed at him as she came, staring into his eyes, “This is what I like!” Angie pounced naked back onto his now quivering cock, sucking deeply at it. Brad had never had his entire cock in a girl’s mouth before.
Admittedly, he was no pornstar, but the nine or so inches and considerable girth sank into her mouth fully without ever making her gag.
When he quickly began to shoot against the working muscles of her throat, he fully expected her to take it out and finish him with her hand, like the two or three other girls in his experience had done. Not Angie, she just grabbed his balls and hung on. She swallowed his cum as if she were dying of thirst.
The guys teased him for waiting so long, but they all alerted him to the same dismal fact…Angie almost never dated the same guy twice. He was depressed. A couple of weeks went by and Angie finally asked him why he hadn’t asked her out again. He was honest with her and told her about his frat brothers and his conversations with them. He figured that honesty wouldn’t cost him anything in this case because she wasn’t known for dating a guy more than once.
The next thing he knew, found himself sitting outside in the Grove with her, leaning back against one of the giant, moss hung trees in the bright sunshine. They shared a soft drink and a chicken salad sandwich they had picked up at the Student Union snack bar and talked. Brad told her of his ordinary middle class upbringing in Northeast Mississippi. Angie’s story was different to say the least.
She had been born south of the border in an incredibly poor town in the Mexican state of Chiapas. Her mother had died of cholera when she was ten years old. Her father and two brothers had worked long, backbreaking hours to make enough cash to keep them all literally on a starvation diet in a rented hovel. She loved her papa and her brothers, and did whatever she could to make their life easier. She cleaned the house, cooked, did the dishes and washed their clothes. She was the only one who could read, because she was the only one who could go to the mission school. Angie was matter of fact in her description of her life, neither seeking nor expecting sympathy. Brad was fascinated, and found himself falling in love. They kissed under the spreading branches of the oaks, and by sunset he was lost.
They dated exclusively through their sophomore and junior years. He was happy enough, he remembered the tales he had been told by his frat brothers and he was young enough to fear sharing her.
In the meantime, he had been kept exhausted. She had a very open, curious, and inventive mind. She never ran off shopping like most of the other girls when the guys turned on the porn in the “Common Room” in the basement of the big white columned frat house. She would snuggle up close to him in a dark corner or on the monstrously large sofa and watch them with him. Her comments (whispered in his ear) invariably enlarged his erections, and she always found methods to touch him, rub him, or tease him in some way. The winters were best, because they could cover up with a blanket and she would slip her hand inside his pants, squeezing his cock.
On more than one occasion she had slipped beneath the covers and sucked him till he came for her. On one really memorable occasion they had too much to drink at the New Year’s party and she had blown him on the coffee table in front of everyone at the party. Not that they were the only ones, more than one couple was actively engaged in some type of sexual act at that party…they’d nearly lost their charter because of the party. They were, however, the only ones who received a standing ovation for their performance.
The end of their senior year was approaching fast, and he decided to ask her to marry him. Her short answer, “No!” had shocked him. She refused to talk to him about it, and they split up for weeks. He started losing sleep and his grades started falling. He lost weight, he drank too much. Finally, one of his brothers approached her and told her what was happening.
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” she asked him on the sidewalk in front of the Student Union. He was a mess. His clothes hung loosely on his already lean frame, his hair was unruly, and he had bags under his eyes. “What difference does it make to you?” he asked her blearily, looking at her through bloodshot eyes. She stood quietly in front of him, clasping her books in both hands “Because I love you” she said. “You’ve got a helluva way of showing it!” he told her. She grabbed his hand and dragged him towards our tree. “We need to talk” she said.
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