I want to slap my leg and shout out, but I don’t. I keep it cool. “All right. You like fish?”
She crosses her arms and gives me a stern look. “Wait a minute; you’re not taking me to some fish shack are you?”
“Oh, no, Anita. I’m talking about Henry’s, you know . . .”
“Yes, the nice seafood restaurant.” She leans back in her chair. “Now you’re talking. Sure, I’d love to go there. Are you picking me up, or am I picking you up?”
I don’t want to tell her I don’t have a car. She already said she’d go out with me. I don’t need to put thoughts in her head about me being an ex-con fresh out of jail and all. I’ll have to borrow my Mom’s car. Yeah, it’s whack, but a brotha’s gotta start somewhere. “Yeah, I’ll pick you up, say around 7:00?”
She smiles. “That sounds good to me.”
8
Anita
Having dinner at Henry’s with Kendrick was better than I thought it would be. The food was excellent, of course. I’ve been to Henry’s many times before and I knew it would be. But what was even better than my meal was my conversation with Kendrick. I told him about my life, and he told me about his. He’s not a college graduate; I’m not even sure he finished high school, and, of course, he’s got a criminal record. But, I can honestly say, that doesn’t matter to me. He’s smart and interesting and very entertaining. I swear, I must have laughed out loud at least ten times tonight. So, not only is this guy one of the hottest guys I’ve seen in awhile, but he’s got a great personality.
Henry’s isn’t cheap, so the bill was pretty steep. I offered to cover it; I figured the guy doesn’t have much money. But he insisted on paying for both of our meals. He told me that even though he’s living with his mom, he’s still got some money in the bank.
I didn’t worry about it. Besides, it’s none of my business anyway.
Now I’m back in my apartment, but I’m not alone. Kendrick didn’t ask me if he could come in. I invited him in.
Felicia is right. If I meet a guy who I like, and he turns me on, yeah, I might sleep with him soon after. So what? I’m an independent woman who can do what she wants. And it’s not like I’m sleeping with lots of different men. I haven’t had sex in a year. Remember?
Kendrick and I are on my living room sofa. His strong arms hold me tight while his soft lips kiss mine. But I want to move this party to my bedroom; I want this fine man in my bed. I pull myself out of his arms and stand, holding my hand out to his. “Come on.”
He grins. “I’m comin’.”
My king-sized bed was prepared before Kendrick picked me up for dinner, because, truth be told, I was hoping our evening, after the dinner, would bring us to this. I had set the bed with my softest Egyptian cotton sheets and pulled the covers back so that all we would have to do is climb in.
Kendrick puts his hands on either side of my face and kisses me again. “You’re one fine woman.”
“Thank you! You’re gorgeous too. Ever since I first saw you, I’ve been thinking about how good-looking you are.”
“Well, it did seem like you took a liking to me.”
I laugh. “Was it that obvious?”
“Yeah, a little bit.”
Looking into Kendrick’s eyes has done nothing but turn me on even more. My short black dress is the kind that I can just slip over my head, so as I stare into his dark eyes, I pull my dress off, exposing my black Victoria Secret bra and panties.
“Damn, Anita!”
As soon as he had seen me in my underwear, you should have seen how his face changed. This man is turned on, and the fact that I’m the one turning him on right now makes me feel great.
I continue with my strip tease, making sure to look him in the eyes when I do it. Slowly, I reach my hands behind my back and remove my bra, letting my large boobs free. The way he’s staring at my chest, I can tell that he wants to grab them and have his way with them, but before he can get to that, I remove my thoroughly soaked panties.
He grabs me with his muscular arms and picks me up like he’s lifting a doll. I think I told you, I’m not fat, but I’m not a skinny woman, either. But the way he lifts me effortlessly, I know this man is strong as shit. He carries my naked body over to the bed and lays me down on it.
Like I told you before, I know what I want. “Take off your clothes, Kendrick.”
“Yeah, baby, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
I lie on the bed as I watch him undress. His shirt comes off, and then his T-shirt comes off, revealing those muscles I’ve been fantasizing about. Then he looks at me as he undoes his belt buckle. He’s got a huge bulge under those pants, I can tell. Like I said, this man is hot for me.
His pants drop to the floor, validating my suspicions about how large he is. You should see how huge the bulge is under is underwear. Then he drops his underwear, and my gasp is loud and clear.
I pull open the drawer of my side table, so hard that I almost break it, to be honest, and pull a condom out, holding it up. “I want to fuck, Kendrick.”
Kendrick laughs. “No problem, baby. Let’s do it.”
His huge cock is sticking straight up. He is completely aroused, and so am I. I rip the condom out of the packet, and as I do, Kendrick comes closer to the bed. I’m on my knees on the bed as I slide the condom over his rock hard cock. It’s so big and meaty!
I’m on top of Kendrick, and while I'd like to say it took some effort, my pussy is so wet that now it’s dripping on his cock. Needless to say, he slips in easily, but his girth sends volts through my entire body.
“Oooh!” I scream. He’s filled me all the way. In fact, it’s the most I'd ever been filled. It’s like I can feel every ridge and vein. I moan again, and he lets out a moan at the same time as me. We’re fucking with the lights on, and I look directly into those gorgeous brown eyes.
I ride him slowly, feeling all of him, as he gives me soft kisses, not just on my lips, but also on my cheeks and behind my ears. That's my most sensitive spot, behind my ears. I'm not even sure I told my ex about it, but Kendrick knows just the spots to hit. He’s perfect.
I’m feeling even hotter now, and I want to fuck him harder. At the same time, I’m enjoying the simple sensation of the slow, deliberate strokes; as I ride him, I ride all of him. His huge cock moves almost out and then in and then almost out again.
Now he’s moaning about as loud as I am, and he’s fucking me like a champion. I feel myself getting lost, the vibrations moving up and down.
Now Kendrick’s lips are on my neck, then my breast and then my other breast. I’m so mad with lust like I could tear him apart. In fact, it’s possible I scratched him somewhere, but he hasn’t protested. God, I feel like I’m going to come soon.
“I can't last much longer, baby,” he pants.
“Me either. Shoot inside me, Kendrick. Bring it!”
I don’t wait for him. I’ve gone into spasms, my pussy on all cylinders, my climax sudden and hard. “Ahhhhh.” I know I’ve left a gush of juices all over him as I let out another loud wail.
“Ah, fuck!” Kendrick screams. He holds me tight and shoots into me over and over. My delicate pussy, famished from my intense orgasm, feels his cock pushing into me, shooting hard with each push.
He pulls his cock out, covered with the rubber and the massive amount of sperm inside, and collapses on the side of me. We both sigh heavily, catching our breaths.
“God damn, baby!” He says. We both laugh, not because anything was funny, but just out of pure lust and joy. He puts his arms around me and gives me a deep kiss on the lips.
Have I just complicated my life? Yes, he’s an ex-con, but as I said before, that doesn’t bother me. Maybe it should, but it doesn’t. I don’t get the sense, at all, that Kendrick would ever return to that life. He’s a guy who is trying to put the past behind him and move on with things. In fact, he wants to become a truck driver, and I’m more than happy to see him do that. I’m glad that he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his l
ife washing cars.
No, the thing that concerns me is that he’s one of my employees. That could complicate things for me if the guys learn that Kendrick and I are having sex.
But I don’t want to think about that right now. I know what I’m getting myself into, and I just need to take it day by day.
9
Anita
I'm sitting in Sunshine Café waiting for Felicia to arrive. I thought it would be best to talk to her in person instead of over the phone, especially because she complains so much that she doesn't ever hear from me. I'm a boss; I set my hours, and I can make time for a friend if I want to. It's busy at the car wash, but I can leave for an hour or two.
I’m here to tell Felicia about Kendrick, but not everything. I won’t tell her that he used to rob houses and that he spent years in prison. I can never tell her that, and she’d never understand why I would be interested in someone like that, despite how handsome he is or how good in bed he is.
Felicia rushes in wearing her usual bright colors, and this time, with red high heels. It also seems she gets a new weave every two weeks. This time her hair is auburn red flowing down her back. It looks good on her, but I'm not brave enough to work with that.
I rise to greet her. “Hi, girl.” I give her a hug. “You look nice.”
“Well, thank you. So do you.”
The waitress, upon seeing Felicia show up, sets two menus on the table. This place is a health food restaurant that opened up in the area. I thought it would be fun to try it out, but I'm not sure how Felicia will go for it.
“Girl, what's on this menu?” Says Felicia. “Anything I like?”
“Sure, there's just no meat dishes, that's all.”
“I guess I could go for this pasta here. It doesn't look too crazy.”
I laugh. “I'm sure it will taste great. This place gets good reviews.”
She closes her menu and looks at me. “So to what do I owe you gracing me with your presence, Ms. Car Wash Owner?”
“Well, you told me to tell you when something happens with that guy I told you about. So I'm here to tell you.”
“Wait a minute; you did the nasty? Really?”
I laugh. “Yes, really, and girl,” I lean into Felicia, “I was like a damn fountain.”
“Ha! Good. I know you were starving for it. So how big is he?”
“Well . . . Oh, I knew you'd ask me that.”
“Of course I'm going to ask you that. You know me.”
“May I get you ladies something to drink,” says the waitress. I’m so excited thinking about my night with Kendrick that I didn’t even notice she was standing there.
“Yes, bring us two of those homemade Mimosas,” says Felicia.
“Felicia, I shouldn't drink. I have to go back to work.”
“So do I.” She looks back at the waitress. “Go ahead and bring them.”
After the waitress leaves, I stare at Felicia. “You've always been a bad influence on me; you know that?”
“Oh, girl, please. You’re no angel. Now, tell . . . What’s his name?”
“His name is Kendrick.”
“Yeah, tell me how big this Kendrick is.”
I laugh again. “He’s big.” I move my hands apart to give her an image of how big. “He's not hurting in that department at all.”
“Good, good. Now you get back with him and get you some more. I like seeing you happy and less stressed.”
“I don't just want sex, Felicia. I told you that.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know that. But for now, sex is what you need. I believe I told you that.”
“Well, I'm not turning it down, that’s for sure. But the thing is, he’s more than just good in bed. He took me to Henry’s, and we had an excellent conversation.”
“So you two connected well?”
“Yes! We were talking so much; we closed down the restaurant.”
“Well, that’s good. As long as you’re getting some sex, that’s good.”
“The sex is just a bonus, Felicia. I want a man I can roll with, too.”
Felicia rolls her eyes. “Just shut up and enjoy the moment. Stop planning so much. Relax.”
“Okay, I'll relax.”
10
Kendrick
I have to tell you; things are chill with Anita. A few days ago, I asked her out to the dinner, figuring what the hell. All she could say is no. But she didn't say no. She said yes.
We went to Henry’s. Cost me a fortune, but you don’t take a lady like Anita just anywhere. She told me all about her life, how she grew up with a mother and father who made her work hard and how she was close to her father before he died. Yeah, nothing like my life.
Did I tell her about my life? I did, and I'm glad I did. I told her about my life of crime, my time in prison and how I'm trying to get reformed. I figured what the hell. There's no point in me hiding it. But if she was worried about my past, it didn't seem like it. She was talking and smiling all night, and that’s not all.
I been in the pen, right? So I haven’t been with a woman in a long time. But I had told myself to play it cool and not push her into anything. So when I had taken her home, I expected to give her a kiss and be on my way, but she's the one who asked me in. She's the one who invited me into her home.
I hadn’t been with a woman in a long time, and something tells me she hadn’t had a man in a long time. She wanted it, and she wanted it bad.
You see, this woman knows what she wants, and that’s a turn-on for me, not a turn-off. She had creamed all over me, leaving a huge wet spot on her sheets.
Now we're on date number two. But this time, she told me she wanted to walk along the lakefront. This isn’t something I normally do. But it's good to, as they say, expand your horizons. We’re holding hands at Millennium Park.
“It's beautiful out here, isn't it?” Says Anita.
“Yeah, it is.”
“You want to rent a couple of Segways? They might be fun.”
I laugh. “Come on, now!”
“Yeah, like a couple of tourists.”
“Anita . . . I don’t know.”
“Please, Kendrick?”
“All right, baby. Why not?”
She smiles wide. “Stay here. I'll go check out the details. I'll be right back, okay?”
“Okay.” I watch her hurry over to where you rent them. She’s got a great looking body, and it looks even better with her clothes off.
“Hey, K?”
I turn my head. Coming toward me are three dudes I used to roll with, Jerome, Pie, and Elrod. “Hey,” I say. “What you niggas doin' here?”
Elrod grabs my hand and shakes it while looking over at Anita. “Is that your lady, man? We saw you talking to her. She’s fine as hell.”
“Yeah, that’s the woman I'm seeing. What are you fools doing here at the park?”
“We’re heading to our yacht, K. You and your lady ought to come with us.
“You got a boat out here?”
“It ain’t a boat, man. It's a yacht. We rollin' hard these days.”
“I see.”
“You lookin’ good for just getting out of the pen,” says Pie.
“I'm doing what I can.”
“What you doin’ for money, man?” says Jerome.
I won’t tell them where I'm working. “This and that. I'm getting by.”
“You should roll with us,” Jerome continues. “We makin' it rain hard these days.”
“That's because you haven't been caught yet.”
“And we're not gonna get caught,” says Pie. “Five-O got you, but not us.”
“Yeah, well, I'll just keep it clean for now.”
Pie puts a card in my hand. “Call me when you're tired of playing games and what to make some serious paper.”
I watch he and the others walk off. I put the card in my pocket. I should throw it away, but I don’t.
11
Anita
After a beautiful day, it's nighttime, and we're back in my bed.
Either this man is too good to be true, or I've found someone who is perfect for me.
We're lying naked, facing each other, side by side. I don't know how long his lips have been on mine, how long his strong arms have held me tight. His penis, hard as a rock, presses against my mound. I know that the wetter I get, the sooner I'm going to want him inside me.
“This is the second time you're in my bed,” I whisper to Kendrick. “What would the guys at the job think if they knew what we're doing? That is if you haven't already told them. You haven't, right?”
“No, baby. My business is my business. They don't know anything. But, you know you light up when you're with me. You're gonna give yourself away.”
I laugh and push into him closer. “Yes, I'm happy. I can't hide that.”
Kendrick pulls me on top of him, my large breasts hang to his chest, his firm hands land on my bottom, squeezing my cheeks. I kiss him again, sticking my tongue into his mouth, feeling my pussy grow wetter and wetter.
His dick seems even harder now. Yeah, I want to fuck him again, but there's something else I want to do.
I move down his chest, kissing each of his pecs and then moving my lips down to his navel.
Kendrick’s hands are on my head, caressing my hair. I know what I want to do. I always know what I want to do.
Moving down some more, now his huge cock is right below my face. I didn't give Kendrick head the last time we were together, but I'm going to do it now.
I grab the base of his hard, enormous cock and stick it straight up. Then, I open my mouth wide and lower my mouth on his cock. His huge penis moves into my mouth, filling it immediately. I move it in and out of my mouth as if it were a huge Popsicle.
“Oh, shit, baby, yeah,” moans Kendrick. I know it's good to him. If there's one thing I happen to be good at, it's giving head. And it turns me on when the guy I'm working has a jumbo-sized cock.
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