I was bent over cleaning the bottom of the glass door, when Tre came up behind me and purposely bumped me from behind. “Excuse me Lala. I’m trying to clean the top of the glass for you because I know that you can’t reach it.” He said with his crotch still pressed firmly against my round backside.
“Well why don’t you just clean the other one while I do this one?” I asked not bothering to move from the position that we were in.
“Because I’d much rather do this one.” He said pressing against my backside a little more. He dropped the paper towels and glass cleaner that he’d been holding and placed his hands on my hips as he slowly grinded his crotch against my ass.
I felt myself becoming aroused. “Tre, as good as this feels I don’t think that it would be a good idea.” I said standing straight up.
He walked me up against the door and placed both of my hands against the glass with his hands over top of mine. “Why wouldn’t it be a good idea?” He asked nibbling on my ear. His warm mouth on my skin cause my pussy to immediately juice up. “Ain’t nobody here but the two of us and so there for we are the only ones who will know.”
“Tre.” I said my breathing pattern starting to change. This young ass nigga had my pussy doing jumping jacks! “You have someone and honestly I am not looking for anyone. Not only that but you are too young for me.”
“Number one, I am aware of the fact that I have someone, you let me worry about that. Number two, I’m not trying to be your man, I’m just trying to make you feel good. You and I both are well aware of the sexual tension between the two of us. And number three my age ain’t got shit to do with nothing. I promise you that if you give me this pussy I will have your ass up in her climbing the walls! I have bedded woman much older than you and trust me they are still blowing a nigga’s phone up begging me to come and break them off.”
I turned around to face him. “We can’t do this.” I tried to move but he wouldn’t let me.
“Why not? You know that you want to. Look at how hard your nipples are.” He said looking down at them nearly poking a hole through my shirt and bra. “How long are you going to be able to fight it, huh? We work together and I am not quitting anytime soon and I assume that you aren’t either.”
He did have a point but I still stuck to my guns. “I don’t know but my answer is still no.”
“Okay. I’m not about to beg for it but before it is all said and done you will be begging me to put out that fire that I’ve already ignited between your legs. I’m willing to bet that your pussy is so wet right now I could use your panties for a slip and slide.” He said backing up some and then bending down to pick up the window cleaner and paper towels. He went over and began cleaning the other glass door while I finish the one that I had been working on.
The rest of the night I couldn’t keep my mind off of the things that he’d said to me. He’d sure as hell hit the nail on the head. I did want him and I wanted him bad. I wanted to feel him inside of me in the worst way. It’d been over a year and a half since I’d had some real dick. I say real because I’d had plenty of artificial dick. My body was long overdue for some good loving.
That night when I made it home, I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my clothes as soon as I made it through the front door. I nearly ran down the hallway to my bedroom. I reached in the nightstand beside my bed and grabbed my nine inch vibrator. I turned it on and laid back on my bed. I didn’t have any time for playing. I needed some relief immediately. I placed the tip of my battery operated boyfriend directly on my clit and no sooner than it made contact I began to cum. When I’d gotten myself together I took the time to caress my breasts and play with my nipples while I stroked my toy in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I was so wet that I could feel my juices dripping down my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Tre playing with my breasts and fucking me nice and slow, allowing me to savor the feeling of him being inside of me. As those images flashed through my head I came long and hard.
That became a nightly routine for me. Tre would get me so worked up at work that by the time I made it home I had to immediately go to my bedroom and relieve myself. Sometimes I would just get myself off right there in the living room on the sofa. Tre was making it nearly impossible for me to continue to say no to him and fight off his advances. Even after he sent a picture of his thick long piece of equipment to my phone I still tried to resist but it was getting harder and harder. I used my vibrator so much that I ended up breaking it!
After weeks of saying no, I finally gave in. It was a Thursday night, I’d finished everything that I had to do. I was sitting on top of a desk waiting for him to finish vacuuming the floor so that we could leave work. I was listening to my ipod and singing along to Keith Sweat’s How Deep Is Your Love. I had my eyes closed and was having dirty thoughts about Tre when I felt his lips on my neck. I thought that my mind was playing tricks on me. My eyes immediately popped open. He’d positioned his self between my legs and was planting kisses on my neck. His hands were like those of an octopus, they were roaming all over my body.
“What are you doing?” I moaned while holding onto the desk to brace myself.
“I thought you were singing to me asking how deep my love was. I’m trying to show you.” He said making his way down to my breasts. I was wearing a low cut shirt that exposed the top of my breasts. He kissed my exposed cleavage and sucked on it leaving passion marks along the way.
“Tre…Tre please stop.” I moaned not trying to push him away. I was tired of trying to resist him and acting like I didn’t want him to blow my back out when in reality I knew that was exactly what I wanted. He took his fingers and traced circles around my nipples through my shirt. “Oh shit!” I squealed locking my legs around his waist. He dipped his head lower and started biting my nipple through my shirt. My nipples were extremely sensitive, I believe more sensitive than most women and him biting them nearly sent me through the roof! I snatched my earphones from my ears and tried to place them and my ipod on the table but they both fell to the floor. “Let’s fuck I don’t give a damn about age or anything else at this moment!”
He stopped assaulting my nipples for a moment to say. “Nah, I’m too young for you and I have a woman at home. This just wouldn’t be a good idea.” He said with a smirk before he went back to biting on my nipples through my shirt.
“Tre, don’t fucking play with me!” I warned I was so turned on that I was willing to take it at this point! I was ready to feel him inside of me. Fuck all that bullshit that he was talking.
“No Lala! No means no!” He laughed.
“Tre, I am not playing with you!” I said tugging his shirt over his head revealing his slim but muscular tatted up body. That shit turned me on even more. I had a thing for niggas that were tatted up.
He walked over turned off the lights and then back over to me. He pulled my shirt over my head and then unsnapped my bra, freeing my full breasts. “Stand up.” He instructed. I did as he said. He unfastened my belt and unsnapped my jeans and slid them down along with my panties. I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my jeans and my panties, while he undressed. He picked me up, surprising me with how strong he was and sat me back up on the desk.
He went back to work on my breasts sucking them and biting them. With one of his hands he inserted two fingers inside of my pussy and began working them in and out of me. I hadn’t had any in a while and my body was in desperate need of what he was giving it. He removed the two fingers that he’d been using to play in my pussy and held them up to my lips for me to taste my juices. I gladly took his fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean. He put them back inside of me and continued to finger my pussy. Then he pulled them out and began moving them back and forth over my clit.
“Damn Tre you are going to make me cum.” I panted.
“I sure am over and over again. Go ahead and cum on my fingers baby. Let that shit go.” He tried to kiss me but I turned my head.
“Nah-uh no kissing. That’s how
people catch feelings.”
He laughed. “Okay, I can respect that.” He started back sucking on my nipples as he continued to play with my clit. “Go ahead and cum for me.”
His wish was my command. I skeeted all over his fingers. I thought that he was going to give me a chance to recover but I was wrong. He laid me back and entered me to the hilt. I could feel him stretching me open to accommodate his size. It hurt so good and when he started to move in and out of me and play with my clit I thought that I was going to lose my mind. I locked my legs tightly around his waist and road him until I came again. The only noise that could be heard throughout the entire office was the sounds of our pleasure filled moans and the slapping of skin.
After I came for the second time he pulled out of me and asked me to stand up and turn around so that he could hit it from the back. When I could feel my legs again I stood and turned around and bent over the desk. He lifted one of my legs up on the desk and entered me from behind. This time it wasn’t a slow pace but instead he fucked me without mercy as he slapped my ass and made me yell out shit and beg for him to go harder and deeper. He was enjoying how my pussy was feeling and I knew it because of all of the noises he was making. When he was ready to come he pulled out and shot his load all over my ass cheeks. We were both silent for a while before Tre broke the silence by saying.
“Damn girl you got some good ass pussy! Oh we are officially cuddy buddies because I have to get some more of this!” And that right there was the beginning of my Tre addiction because after that we got it in on the regular.
Tre
Monday evening came entirely too fast. I was headed out the door and on my way to work. I kissed Kisha and told my two little men that I would see them later and to be good for their mama. Then I was out the door. I jumped inside my cream colored 2010 Dodge Charger. No sooner than I was out of the driveway my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and saw Casper’s name flashing on it. I pressed the send button and answered.
“What’s good my nigga?” I answered.
“Ain’t shit. Just hollerin’ at you. You on your way to work ain’t you?” He asked.
“Yeah man.” My phone beeped alerting that I had another call. I took the phone from my ear and looked at the screen. I saw that it was Lala. “Aye let me hit you back my nigga. I have another call.”
“Alright man do that.”
I clicked over. “Hello.”
There was a brief silence before she spoke. “Hey.”
“Oh so you finally decided to call me and let me know that you were okay?” I snapped. “What kind of bullshit are you on?”
“I’m not on any kind of bullshit! I just didn’t call because to be honest I didn’t know what to say.” She explained but it sounded like bullshit to me.
“How about calling and letting a nigga know that your ass is okay? That is some simple shit right there!”
“Tre, I didn’t call to argue with you.” She sounded sad. “I just called to let you know that I am fine. I know the way that I did everything wasn’t exactly cool but I did what I felt like needed to be done at the time. I never have caused you any problems in all of the time that the two of us have been dealing with each other and I didn’t want to start now. Can you understand that?”
Regardless of how upset that I was with her for not calling me sooner to let me know how she was doing. I couldn’t do anything but respect the fact that she had chosen to walk away from our situation rather than cause drama like most bitches would have.
“Yeah, I understand that but I just felt like the two of us were better than this. You could’ve at least told me what the deal was. You didn’t even give me the opportunity to properly say good-bye to you. I mean after dealing with somebody for two years you do develop some type of feelings for them. Even though I love my babymama, I do care about you too.”
“I feel what you are saying but I just felt like this way was easier for me. I hadn’t planned on telling you that I had caught feelings but when you called me the other day it all just came out.” She paused for a moment and then continued. “I couldn’t keep living there in Boykins, Tre. I think me moving was the best thing for us both.”
She seemed to have everything figured out. “Well, I wish you the best.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” I didn’t feel like there was anything else to be said. “Well, I am almost at work so I am going to get off of this phone.”
“Alright then, bye.”
We hung up and I turned up the radio. As if someone was playing a cruel ass trick on a nigga, Secret Lover’s was playing. I laughed out loud. “Ain’t this some shit?” I turned off the radio and drove to work in silence, just me and my thoughts. I couldn’t help but think about how sad Lala had sounded on the phone. Her mouth had been saying that she was fine but I could hear in her voice that she really wasn’t. There was nothing that I could do though to change what had already been done. She was gone now and even though I didn’t want her to go. I completely agreed that it was more than likely for the best. I wasn’t willing to lose my family for anybody.
I pulled into the parking lot of Service Master and parked my car. I got my backpack out of the back which contained the things that I carried with me daily, like my music food, drinks, etc. I got out and locked up my car and went inside to see where I would be working that day.
“Hey Mr. Johnson.” I greeted my supervisor as I walked into his office. He was a short heavy Caucasian man. He looked to be in his late fifties.
“How’s it going Tre?” He asked scratching the bald spot in the top of his head.
“It’s going alright. I can’t complain. How about yourself?”
“I’m breathing so I guess I can’t complain either.” He laughed and coughed at the same time. “This cold is trying to get me down that’s the only complaint I have.”
“You’d better take something for that.” I wasn’t trying to stand around and small talk with him all day. “Where am I headed today?”
He looked down at the schedule on his desk. “I need you in Suffolk today. There are two buildings over there that I need you to take care of. Do you think that you think that you can handle that?”
“Yeah, I got it.” He handed me a piece of paper with the names of the buildings and the addresses. I took the paper, folded it and put it in my pocket. “Alright then, I guess I’d better be getting on out of here. I’ll talk to you later.” I turned to walk out.
“Lala sure is missing. I’ll tell you the truth. I miss seeing her come in here every day. She has such a great personality, always laughing and joking.”
“Yeah, she is missing but I guess she had to do what she had to do.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right. Did she say anything to you about why she was leaving? I’m not trying to be all up in her business or anything but was it financial reasons? I mean, I would’ve given her a raise or more hours if she’d just come to me and talked to me.”
“Nah, she didn’t say anything to me.” I lied. “All she told me is that she was leaving.”
“Hmmm…well I wish her the best. She seems like a nice young lady. She’s going to make some gentleman very happy one day.”
I didn’t even want to begin to think about Lala fucking with another nigga. “Alright then, I’m going on and get started on these buildings.”
“Alright then Tre, drive careful and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
That afternoon as I worked I thought about a lot of things. Mainly I thought about Lala. I couldn’t understand why I was allowing her leaving to bother me so much. I kept getting a feeling that there was more to it than she was telling me. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it but something just wasn’t right. For her to pack up just out of the blue and leave like that just wasn’t making any sense. It wasn’t like she had just discovered overnight that she had feelings for me. She had to have known for a while now that she was feeling this way. She was hiding something! She’d probably met some nigga an
d went running to Danville to lay up with him! Bitches… She could’ve just kept it real with me and told me what the deal was instead of feeding me some bullshit ass story about leaving because she had developed feelings for me.
I’d become a little upset thinking about Lala. I decided to push all thoughts of her lying ass out of my mind. I turned up the volume on my ipod and grooved to DMX as I did my work. I didn’t finish the last building until a little after two.
As I drove back to Service Master to pick up my car, Lala invaded my thoughts again. Damn this van brought back so many memories. The first time that I’d tasted her was in the back of this same van. I thought back to that night.
We had just finished cleaning our last office and were on our way back to the van. At this time we had been messing around for well over six months.
“I have a taste for some pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. Mmmm that would be so good.” She said as we walked to the back of the van to put our cleaning supplies in.
I opened up the back doors and she put in her things and then I put mine in. When she turned around I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I have a taste for some chocolate cream pie.” I said suggestively.
“Tre all you think about sex! Goodness boy get your mind out of the gutter for two seconds!” She laughed.
“You wasn’t saying that last night when I had you bent over touching your toes. You were saying, ‘Oh my goodness Tre fuck me harder. Oh baby I love this dick!” I imitated her.
“Shut up!” She said hitting me playfully on the arm. “Move so that we can go to Ihop and I can get me some pancakes.”
I still didn’t move. “Under one condition.”
“Tre, you are not getting any so move!” She said trying to get past me.
“I just wanna taste it. That is the only thing that you won’t let me do. Why?”
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