by Rue Volley
He held out his card and as I went to grab it, he smoothly took my hand in his, pulled me closer to him as he leaned down and said, “I hope you use it.”
I nodded and he let my hand go just in time. Keith walked in, yelling, “Sean, man. It’s good to see you!”
“Hey man,” Sean responded as Keith opened the door to come out in the lobby.
They did the whole manly half-hug, shaking of the hands routine and then Keith said, “Let talk business in my office.”
Once they went into the office, Shayla came out and said, “Girl if you don’t jump on that and I mean literally, it’s going to be me and you.”
Shayla was not a hopeless romantic, like me, nor was she on the market, because her boyfriend Rich was no fool. She looked like something off the runway every single day. Even in high school, everybody would ask Shayla where she was going. Eventually, we tired of asking because we realized that was just who she was. She kept her hair in curly coils all over her head and they suited her. Rich was the complete opposite in many ways. Not only was he white, but he was aggressive, very tanned and, depending on the season, darker than Shayla. She said he was Italian and they could get very dark. His hair was always cut low and he was six three to her five-foot four.
They looked like an odd pair, but if anyone ever saw them together, they could feel the love. He was crazy about her and she was about him and that was something they never hid from anyone. Even their own folks. Shayla’s dad did not like their union, but Rich’s mom and dad loved her. She spent most of her time at their home because Rich’s place was around the corner.
Rich wanted Shayla to move in a long time ago but she said she was always taught not to shack up and she kept to that. Rich didn’t like it but always respected her for her stance. He would often say to me, “Convince her to move with me. She’ll listen to you.” She wouldn’t, but I loved that he really wanted her there.
When Keith and Sean emerged from the office two hours later, I had already left for the evening. I was on my way to Community College of Philadelphia so I could register for classes for the fall. I’d put it off for three years but I needed to make some changes in my life so I was going to start with my education. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to be a pediatric nurse, but they had a basic nursing program that was geared toward adults. I still enrolled for a class, because I needed to start somewhere.
When I arrived home, Shayla heard me unlocking my door and said, “So, how did it go. Are you in?”
“Yeah, girl. I enrolled for a couple of classes and I start at the end of August.” I smiled.
She screamed, “Ahhh, yes! Girl, do it.”
Opening the door, she walked in behind me and followed me to the kitchen. “Yeah, I’m excited, I just wish they had a program for pediatrics.”
“Oh, they don’t?” She was in my refrigerator looking for something.
“Nope.”
“Have you thought about Temple or Drexel?” Shayla looked up, “They are close enough.”
“Naw, they are expensive and I have just enough money saved for Community. So, that’s what it is.”
“Okay,” she didn’t sound sure. “Let’s drink.”
Several shots, coolers and wings later, we were singing and dancing to the Happy song. Then Shayla said, “Oh, Stace, you should call that guy!”
“Girrrrl, no,” I slurred.
“Yes, you so should, because he’s hot as hell and girl, I know he knows how to use that thing.” She was twirling her hips around on the couch demonstrated how he would do it.
I busted out laughing, “You are crazy.”
“No, you’re the crazy one if you don’t call him.” She looked around the room, “You know what. I’ll call him for you. Wait, no, I’ll text.”
“Noo,” I yelled as we both lunged for my phone on the table.
Shayla won by swinging her hips in my direction as she sent me over the table and onto the floor. Laughing hysterically, I couldn’t see her fiddling with my phone or sending a text.
“What did you just do?” I gasped at her.
“What you wouldn’t.” She kept texting until the phone buzzed. “Oh, he wants to see you now.”
“Oh my God.” I ran towards her. “No, I can’t do this. Stop Shayla,” I whined.
She moved around the couch away from me and said, “Why? Give me one good reason?”
Sighing at her question, I snapped, “Because he’s out of my fucking league. Okay? Did you see that man today? You know the types of guys that go for me and he’s not one of them.”
Shayla looked at me like I had two heads, “I love you like a sister, but that’s some fucked up shit you just said.” She shook her head, causing her curls to move as well. “You are so beautiful on the inside and out and it seems the only one that doesn’t know that is you. You deserve better. You,” she held up the phone, “should aim for better.”
She threw the phone on the sofa and said, “It’s up to you, but you need to get that you’re worth it.”
Staring back at her, I murmured, “I don’t know what to say?”
“Did you see that man today? You’ll figure out what to say,” She laughed, then pointed to the phone. “Yeah, he wants to know the address.”
Picking up the phone, I read what Shayla wrote. It wasn’t anything scandalous, but flirty.
‘This is Stacey from the dentist office, been thinking about you.’
His response: ‘Was wondering if you’d reach out.’
Shayla’s response: ‘Wonder no more, I’m home.’
He replied: ‘What’s your address?’
“Shit Shayla, he probably thinks I want to put out. Why did you tell him I was home?” Raising my phone and pointed to it.
“Because, he said he wanted to take you out and you plugged his number in your phone as soon as he went back there with Keith, so I assumed you’d want to go out.”
“Not while I’m on the verge of being plastered,” I snapped.
“That’s better because now you won’t be so nervous.”
I jumped as the phone rang in my hand. “He’s calling me,” I shrieked.
“Oh shit,” Shayla ran to see the phone. “I told you, that man is not playing with you. Answer it!”
I hit the green answer button and murmured, “H-hello.”
“Hey Stacey,” his voice ran shivers over my whole body.
“Hey,” I answered.
“You changed your mind about dinner tonight?”
“Uh, no, no. Um, I’m not really in the best space this evening, but maybe tomorrow?”
“Got plans tomorrow, but I can get you in the right place for tonight and then we do dinner the night after tomorrow. How does that sound?”
“Uh, sounds enticing, but I really don’t think it’s a good idea.” I tried to sober up. “Um, yeah.”
“You don’t sound convinced.” He breathed and said, “How about we make a deal, I come over, but I won’t do nothing you don’t want me to.”
“That’s dangerous.” My mouth ran away from me.
“Babe, it’ll be more dangerous if I have to wait until two night from now.” He chuckled. “You have my word, no sex tonight, just you and me,” Sean’s voice got low, “talking.”
Sighing, I gave him my address and hung up. Shayla smiled bright and said, “I have a good feeling about this!”
I rolled my eyes, “Shayla, you sound like me, the hopeless romantic. What man wants to come over the day he got your number if he ain’t trying to get in your pants? Huh?”
She shook her head and me and headed towards the door, “I’m telling you, Stace. I got a good feeling about this one. Have fun, girl.”
“I’ll text you if he gets weird,” I murmured at her.
“Whatever, I bet he’s the one that will give you an orgasm.” She turned the doorknob and left on that.
“Right,” I said, staring at my phone.
Two
He said he was a half an hour away, which did
n’t leave me much time to shower, clean up the mess Shayla and I created, and get my nerves in check. He arrived in fifteen and my nerves were still frayed when I opened the door for him.
“Sean,” I greeted him with a wavering smile and opened the door wide.
“Stacey.” He looked at me from top to bottom, then said, “Where’s my good girl outfit?”
Damn.
My nipples tightened on those words. I was glad that he couldn’t see under my clothes.
“Uh, I had a long day, so I uh, changed.” I smoothed the front of my flowy blouse as he walked in. “Welcome.”
His emerald eyes roamed the tiny place and took in everything. “Can I get the tour?”
I laughed, “Well, this is it really.” Waving my head towards the kitchen, “That’s where I cook, and this,” I swung my arm around to the tiny circular table that sat three comfortably, “is where I eat.” Then I raised my other arm and said, “But this is where I actually eat and watch TV.”
He laughed and a shiver ran through my entire body. The air conditioner was in the window on high, the refrigerator was humming along and a drip was coming from my bathroom sink that I never really heard, until now.
“So,” he said as he passed me and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Do you have anything to drink?”
“Yeah, uh, would you like water?”
“Water is fine.”
As I passed him, I could feel his eyes on me. As I bent down to get him a bottled water, I heard a paper rustle. When I came up, he had my registration papers in his hands along with my class schedule.
His eyes hit mine and he said, “You’re going to school?”
“Yes, uh.” I fidgeted with his water a little. “I start in the fall.”
The side of his mouth went up and he said, “That’s excellent.”
“Thanks.” I handed him his water and walked into the living room.
He followed me and asked, “So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?”
I laughed, “Well, it's eight on a Tuesday night. My original plan was to catch up on some DVR’d shows until it was time for bed.”
“When is your bedtime?” He asked with a smirk.
“Ten.”
“What are we watching?” He sat down on the left side of the sofa.
“I need to catch up with the Good Wife.”
His head swiveled from his water to me and said, “You like the Good Wife?”
“Yeah,” I was trying not to be offended.
“So do I.” He looked at me again with admiring eyes. “How far back are you?”
“The last two episodes.” I smiled at our shared love of a great show.
“Okay, I saw the one before the last, it was good. Michael J Fox was in rare form.”
“I know, he’s such a menace. I never know when he’s being devious or sincere.”
“Yeah, one rule of thumb, when in business, people like him are always devious.” He nodded like he’d learned that the hard way.
“Ahh,” I sat down at the other end of the sofa and turned on the DVR.
“I told you, I won’t bite you tonight. You can move over.” He smiled at me.
“Uh, okay,” I said hesitantly.
Sliding my buns over just a foot closer to him, he patted the space right next to him and said, “I want you here.”
My eyes met his because I registered the command in his voice. My body moved to where he wanted and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and played with my hair, as the show continued.
We laughed, gasped and looked at each other when crazy things happened on the show. During the commercials, he shared why he liked the show, how he was in love with Julianna Margulies because she didn’t take shit from Will, her husband, or Carey. It was relaxing and I rested my head on his arm as he curled my hair around his fingers.
When the second episode ended, he looked down at me and said, “Goddamn, beauty, brains, and good taste.”
Sean lifted his hand and pulled my chin up so he could kiss me. His full lips took over completely making me to pant for air. His hot tongue plundered in my mouth and tasted of mint. That, coupled with his manly scent, intoxicated me further.
I lifted off the sofa, my lips still on his and straddled him. He immediately put his hands on my ass and squeezed. He growled as I sucked on his tongue and he pressed harder and slapped me on the butt. He rolled me over so my back was on the couch and he was on top, kissing the life out of me. I moaned in his mouth and he pressed his hard cock into my center.
Damn, the man was big.
Sean kisses my chin, my neck, then moved down to my shoulder. He pulled my shirt all the way down, almost ripping it, so he could make his way to my bra covered breasts.
“Pink lace,” he growled and pulled it down so he could see my rosebud nipples, puckered for him. “Goddamn, woman.” He licked his lips. “Perfect, just like I imagined.
He imagined me naked?
He latched onto one nipple and sucked it until he was satisfied. Then he pulled down the other cup and sucked on that one while he twisted the other wet bud.
“So, beautiful,” he murmured as he lifted my shirt and made his way to my jeans.
“You clean, Stacey?”
Looking at him with hooded eyes, I said, “What?”
“Are you clear, sexually, clean?” he looked about ready to unravel.
“Ohhh, oh yeah, I’m clean. Sorry.” I shook my head and my jumbled thoughts.
Then it hit me, “Are you?”
“Yup, results are in my car, just got them done yesterday.”
“Okay,” I said as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down along with my panties, bearing my most secured parts to him.
“Open for me,” he commanded.
My legs obeyed him immediately and he said, “Nice and wet for me. That’s how I like it.” Then he lowered his body down and latched his mouth onto my clit, just as I imagined he would the day before.
“Oh shit,” I yelped.
He moaned in my center and licked my pussy lips as they were throbbing for his touch.
“Ohhh,” I moaned.
His hands grabbed my aching breasts and squeezed hard. My hands covered his as I moved my hips up and down on his tongue. He plunged his tongue in my wet hole and pushed it in as far as it could go, before his fingers slid down my body so they could join his tongue.
Goddamn.
Another finger joined them and he began to finger fuck me, to the point I was meeting his thrusts with my own and getting closer and closer. He raised his head and those hooded green eyes rested on my damp face, “Come for me, Stacey.”
Fuck.
I’d never had an orgasm with a man before, but his command sent a chill down my spine and to my center. He kept fucking me, kept flicking his tongue over my clit as I grabbed his hair and tried to chase the feeling that I was going to explode.
“Fuck!” I cried, drawing the word out.
“Now,” he commanded and I crashed all over him.
My legs tried to close to stop the ministrations, but he wouldn’t let me and latched on to my clit while still finger fucking me. My body continued to jerk and get away as he would not let up. Sending me over again.
“Sean,” I screamed as another one overtook me with his constant teasing. “Oh my God.”
He finally let up as I calmed down.
“That’s right.” He kissed the inside of my thigh.
My head fell back on the sofa and after coming down from two intense orgasms, I passed out on the couch because the next feeling I felt was something heavy on my thigh.
***
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in my room, but there was something different. Turning around I saw a pair of green eyes staring at me with a huge smile.
“Morning beautiful,” he said cheerily.
Shaking my head, I murmured, “Morning.”
I went to get up, but his thigh was over mine. “Where you going?”
“Bathroom,
” I murmured as I didn’t want him smelling my morning breath.
“Come right back,” he was telling me.
After I returned, I stood at the door until he said, “I want you over here.” He patted the bed.
I climbed on to the bed where he patted. He pulled me closer, so I felt his morning wood against my thigh. The man was long and thick.
“I liked spending time with you yesterday,” he said as he searched my eyes.
“Me too,” I looked at him.
“I want to do that more often.”
“Okay.”
His eyes slowly gazed over my naked body.
“I promised I wouldn’t bite you last night, but,” he raised over me, gently easing me onto my back and placing his knees on either side of me. “It’s morning now and I intend to take a nibble.”
Smiling at him, I said, “Have at it.”
“That’s my good girl.” He kissed my neck and murmured, “I like good girls.”
He blew in my ear then continued, “But I like bad girls too because I know how to make them good girls again.”
“Is that so?” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his expansive chest.
“Oh yeah.” He nibbled on my ear. “Hold on babe, because I fuck hard.”
Sean grabbed the condom on the nightstand, tore it open and put it on his much larger than I realized cock.
His mouth was on mine before I could blink. He continued to kiss down until he reached my erect nipples, taking one in his mouth. Then he raised his body back over mine and said, “You taste so good.”
His cock lined up with my soaked opening and he plunged in and I yelled out, “Oh!”
“Fucking, beautiful,” he grunted. “This pussy is fucking perfect.”
“Yes,” I moaned as he felt so good.
“Spread for me baby, let me see.” He kept fucking me hard.
I pulled my legs all the way back, then he leaned up and he watched as his hips moved rapidly against me, causing me to pant harder.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Touch yourself.”
My hands slid down my chest to my clit so I could massage it as he made my wet pussy sing.
“So goddamn tight.” He kept his pace.
“Harder,” I heard myself moan.
Sean looked at me and smiled, then he took both of my legs and pushed them back, so my knees were on my chest.