Instead of answering her question he asked, “So what can you teach me?”
She held out her hand, waiting for him to take it. After a beat, he slipped his hand into hers. Winta’s soft skin made his skin prickle. He wondered if her body felt this soft.
This time she left him in the dark. She pulled him out of the game room and to a room across the hall. She flipped on a light.
A large bedroom welcomed him. He surveyed the space. A four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room. A red comforter covered the huge bed with a mix of black and red pillows on top. A huge plasma TV hung on the wall across from the bed.
“Nice room,” Grant said in awe.
“Thank you. I decorated it. Art paid.” She smiled, then let his hand go. “So tell me what you like about Zora.” Winta sat on the bed and kicked off her shoes.
Standing in front of her, he almost felt funny talking about Zora, like he was in a job interview.
“She’s kind. She has this great big heart that consumes a room every time she walks into it.”
Winta smiled. “I know. You can’t help but love her.”
“I know! You get it too?”
She nodded. “Warm, funny, intelligent.”
“Exactly.”
“And a great kisser.”
Grant got quiet.
Too bad Winta didn’t. “With great tits.”
“Uh, yeah.”
“You don’t like her breasts?” She curved her legs under her butt.
“No. I like them. Well, love them. That’s not the point.” He scratched his head until he felt like his fingers would go straight through his scalp and into his skull.
“Tell me what you love about her body.”
He swallowed hard. His cock started to swell the more he thought about Zora. His Zora.
“First of all, her eyes,” he began. “So big and soulful. You could drown in them.”
Winta smiled.
“Her tits. But we just talked about that.”
“Better than mine?” With her inquiry she removed her bikini top.
Up close her breasts were amazing. Black areolas capped her firm breasts. Her nipples projected magnificently from them until his hands itched to touch them.
“Yours are, um, nice too.” He took a step closer to the bed and licked his lips. “She has nice legs. Thighs you can grab onto and squeeze during sex.”
“Like these?” Winta smoothed her hands up and down her thighs so that on the way up, her hands dipped inside of her inner thighs and up to her pussy.
Grant’s mouth went dry. “Her skin is lighter.” He didn’t know why he’d said it but the words just tumbled from his mouth.
She laughed. “Of course.”
Knowing what she would do next and wanting to be honest with his assessment, he said, “And she has a perfect ass. Nice and round. Firm.”
An Atlantic Ocean-sized grin covered Winta’s face. She sat up and slipped her skirt and panties down over her backside and down her legs to her feet. Once down, she kicked them to the floor.
Getting on all fours on the bed with her backside to him, she said, “Tell me, Grant. How’s my ass?”
As though pulled to her like a magnet, he extended his hand and touched her round cheek. The contact caused her to writhe like a cat in heat, twisting and curving her body as though wanting more.
“Um, it’s okay,” he answered.
Winta flipped over and moved down to the edge of the bed so that her legs opened wide and went around him. Peering down at her he saw a gold hoop hanging from her navel. Up close, her shaved twat made him want to drool.
“Okay? I’ll have you know that I work out hard every day, at least three hours so that I can have an ass that can stop traffic.”
Traffic? How about his heart?
Without warning, she grabbed the zipper of his shorts. “Let’s take a gander at your attributes now.”
He held her wrists to keep her from unveiling his hard-on. The more he stared into her eyes, the looser his grip became until he finally let her go and allowed her to undo his shorts. She instructed him to remove his shoes when his shorts fell to his feet and he did without question.
“And your shirt.” She reclined on the bed and watched him do a clumsy strip tease. In a teasing fashion that made him want to claw his skin off, she stroked his leg with her foot. “Boxers. Down.”
Grant put his hands to his waist and waited. Not sure why. It wasn’t as though his dick wasn’t already poking through the hole. He slipped his underwear down and stepped out of them. Curious to gauge her reaction, he stared at her.
Winta’s gaze dropped down his body until it reached its intended target. Once she caught sight of his hardness, her eyebrows went up during her examination.
“Hmmm.”
“What?” he asked.
“You’re not like Art.” Her foot moved up to his waist. “Yours is thicker. I like that.”
In a move that must have surprised her, he grabbed her foot. Winta’s eyes got wide but she tried to maintain a cool façade.
“So I have the size down. Now teach me something.” He raised her foot to his mouth and kissed her toes.
The way her breathing became labored, he knew he had her. His lips moved down her smooth leg, over her calf, then up to her knee. Feeling her tremble made him harder. He closed his eyes and thought of Zora, an odd reaction while he was with this beautiful woman. He couldn’t help thinking of her, comparing her body, her reactions, to Winta.
As though reading his thoughts, Winta asked, “Is this what you would do to Zora?”
Grant crawled onto the bed, still holding her calf in his hand as he positioned his body between her legs. “Yes.” His response came out grittier than he wanted but the result got Winta to sit up and attempt to move away from him.
“Then don’t do it to me.” Her request seemed odd since from the goosebumps that formed on her body, he could tell that she enjoyed what he’d done to her.
“Why?”
She smiled. “I’m supposed to be teaching you, remember?”
He lowered himself over her face, his lips a mere millimeter from hers. “I’m waiting.”
She couldn’t. Winta brought her face forward and kissed him hard. Her hand held the back of his head as though he would have pulled back from this kiss at any moment.
Her lips, though not as soft as Zora’s, held hot passion. Her tongue darted in his mouth, coaxing his tongue to come out and play. When it did, she sucked it. He imagined how she would wrap those same lips around his cock like she’d done to Art on several mornings.
Not satisfied with just kissing her, Grant moved down to the side of her face. Her skin felt like velvet. His heart drummed until he felt like an exposed nerve. When his hand touched her breast and her breath caught, he massaged it while his mouth sought the other.
His tongue twirled around her pebbled nipple. Grant wasn’t sure why he needed to give this woman any type of foreplay. If the idea of the neighborhood was all out sex, he should have just given her that. Something in the way she talked about Zora, his Zora, made him want to show her how much he loved her. Odd way to express his feelings, through hedonistic sex. But it worked.
His mouth and hand exchanged places. His thumb stroked her moistened nipple as Grant became acquainted with her equally beautiful breast. As soon as he caught a whiff of her pungent sex, a tantalizing mixture of ocean spray and vanilla, his body simmered.
Kissing her body on his way down to her shaved sex that had been plaguing his thoughts since he’d first seen it, he peered up. “So far am I loving a black woman properly?”
Breathlessly, Winta brought her head up. Sweat made her face glisten. She nodded. The fact that he wore her down to this mute mess made his cock twitch.
When the tip of his tongue touched her flat stomach, she shuddered. The closer he got to her pussy the more she writhed under him, until by the time he parted her legs and blew a long, hot breath over her soaked cunt she screamed.
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“Fuck me! Do it now!” she growled.
He wasn’t done teasing her. “You don’t want to show me how to lick your pussy? I would hate for you to ruin me for Zora after all of this.”
Clawing the bed, she scooted herself from under him and ripped open a drawer in the nightstand by the bed. The drawer overflowed with condoms of all different types, shapes and sizes.
Careless of the brand, Winta grabbed one in a gold wrapper. Her hands trembled so much Grant didn’t trust her to sheath him without injury.
“Let me take that.” He took the prophylactic from her hands.
“I’m so glad I’m the first one you get in the neighborhood.” Winta sat on her knees in anticipation.
After rolling the rubber down his shaft to the base, he asked, “Why is that?”
Winta licked her pink tongue over her lips. “Because I wanted to be the first to tell the others how magnificent you are.”
In a possessive move, Grant pushed Winta onto her back and grabbed her hands. With one hand, he held her wrists together and against the bed.
“Too late,” he said as he positioned his cock to invade her.
Her eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“Zora beat you to it.” He smiled with his clever answer.
Before Winta could retort, he slid his full length inside of her and held it. She screamed. Her legs wrapped around him so tight, he had to blow out a puff of air that must have been gathering in the lower section of his lungs. Her fingernails clawed the air and attempted to grip his hand but he had her wrists bound tight in his grasp.
Staring into her eyes, Grant slid his cock out to the tip, then slammed himself back inside of her hot, tight wetness. With each thrust, he felt her constricting around him. If she kept it up, he wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long. The last thing he wanted her to spread around the neighborhood was that he couldn’t hold out.
Turned out, it was Winta who came quickly. She curved her hips up to get more of a penetration and with his rhythmic movements, it was all she needed to erupt in an explosive orgasm.
She cursed. She thrashed. She attempted to free her hands. But Grant had her under his control and that turned him on more than fucking this beautiful beast.
“Zora’s a fucking lucky woman.” Winta managed to give him a genuine smile with that statement. “It’s no wonder she wanted to do this. I would want my man to fuck other women to show off how good he is in bed, too.”
Cum bubbled in his nuts and he knew he was close to coming. Palming her tit, he pumped harder and faster. His mouth crushed hers in a bruising kiss. Digging his toes into the bed, he gave one last good thrust before his explosive climax. It was then that he let her go so he could brace his hand against the mattress.
He learned what a mistake it was to let Winta’s hands go free. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and let her fingernails rake his back. He sucked in air but didn’t stop, didn’t pull away although it felt like she’d ripped half the skin off his back.
Before pulling out of her, he kissed her, lightly at first, then more passionately, reintroducing his tongue and moaning when she moaned. He rolled off of her and tried hard to catch his breath.
Winta directed him to the bathroom behind another door where Grant disposed of his condom and washed his hands. Staring at his reflection in the mirror above the sink, a smile eventually graced his face. He’d done it. He and Zora had their first swinging experience and he liked it. He thought he would have felt guilty but it was strange. Guilt never plagued him. Physical satisfaction filled him. Damn if Zora wasn’t right about this place.
He dried his hands, wanting so much to tell Zora about the night. Grant returned to the bedroom and got back into the same position on the bed next to Winta.
Still on her back, Winta stared at the ceiling. A smile splayed across her face until she had to laugh.
“And I was supposed to teach you something?”
Grant smoothed his hand over her soft hair that was spread under her head. “I’m sure there’s something I don’t know.”
“If there is, I’m sure Zora will tell me after she watches the video.”
Grant blinked and bolted upright in the bed. “The what?”
Winta reached over to the same nightstand and opened a second drawer. She retrieved a universal remote that could have doubled for a Volkswagen Bug. With a click of a couple of buttons she activated the flat screen TV and showed Grant one of his worse nightmares. The image on the TV was of him and Winta fucking. From the camera angle, it looked like the camera had to be above the TV.
“In the clown,” Winta said, as though he’d asked the question out loud. “There’s a camera in his red nose. It comes on whenever the light switch is on.”
Sitting on a shelf above the TV sat a marionette-looking clown doll. A leg hung over the shelf as it leaned against the side.
“Fuck! I knew there was a reason I hated clowns.”
Chapter Eleven
“Why the hell didn’t you tell me there was a camera in this room?” Grant asked.
He jumped out of bed and tried not to look at the TV screen each time he paced by it. But the sounds alone, his grunts, growls and groans, were enough to make him glance at it once or twice…maybe three times.
Winta cocked her head. “You didn’t read the handbook, did you?”
He stopped. “The fact that there’s a camera in this room is in the handbook?”
She nodded. “Everything is in there.”
He let out a bear-worthy snarl as he scratched his head.
“What’s the big deal?” she asked.
Her words stopped him in his tracks and he glared at her. “Are you kidding me?”
“What? You don’t think Zora thinks you’re over here playing bridge, do you?”
He shook his head. “I’m sure she knows. But hell, she doesn’t have to see it.”
Winta laughed. “Then you’re going to hate ‘orgy night’ on the Street.”
Grant cursed again. He didn’t mind telling Zora what had happened tonight. He would have been tactful and respectful of her feelings. To see him in action had to be something else entirely. What would she think of him? What would she say?
“You were going to tell her anyway,” Winta began. “So what’s the difference between telling her and letting her see for herself just what happened? Frankly, I’m always turned on when I see Art with other women. I like hearing them call his name. And when he makes them come, I just want to grab him and fuck him right there and then. Usually I do.”
“Shit! So what happens now?”
She let out a long breath as though not in the mood to do anymore teaching. “Now I’m tired. You’ve worn me out on the first go ‘round and that never happens.” She pulled back the covers on the bed, then clicked off the TV. “Come to bed. I can’t sleep unless I’m held.”
Grant couldn’t calm down enough to sleep, let alone hold Winta.
She cuddled herself under the covers, then gazed at Grant. When he didn’t make a move, she huffed and jumped out of bed.
“Wait here.”
Naked, she padded out of the room. He heard her heavy footfalls going up the stairs. Once in the main part of the house, he couldn’t hear her. Good to know. If he and Zora were to ever have sex at the same time in this house they could be on different floors and not hear each other.
Damn, was he actually planning that far in advance? Did he really want to keep doing this? Not that the sex had been horrible. His cock pulsated just thinking about how tight and wet Winta had been.
She returned to the room and threw the Fascination Street manual on the end table. “Reading material for you for when I go to sleep.” She crawled back in bed. “Unless you plan on walking the streets, you can’t go back home now.”
“Why?” And she’d better come up with a damn good reason he couldn’t go back to his house.
“For one, our rules dictate that you return home any time after seven a.m.
And second, right now you probably don’t want to see Zora with Art, right?”
Winta had hit it right on the head. Until he could talk to Zora, his mind still couldn’t wrap around this concept.
Then Winta concluded with, “Besides, I need you.”
And she gave him a look that screamed she wasn’t talking about having him prepare her taxes or fix a leaky faucet. She licked her tongue over her full lips. When she settled back into bed, she held open the covers for him.
More out of exhaustion than need, he crawled into bed with her. Winta’s warm body curled against his. Her leg draped over his as he remained on his back, his back against the headboard. Her head and hand found a home on top of his chest.
Feeling obligated to do so, Grant put his hand on her shoulder and allowed his thumb to stroke her soft skin. With that, she let out a long breath through her nose that tickled over his stomach.
“Good night, Grant.”
Good? He wasn’t sure about that. Interesting? Of course.
***
After reading half of the strange rules and regulations in the Fascination Street handbook, Grant finally fell asleep next to Winta. He couldn’t tell if her actions were because of him or if she did it normally, but throughout her sleep she had come onto him like a tiger.
Her mouth had sought and found his nipple during her slumber. Winta’s tongue had swirled around it and occasionally sucked it into her mouth. Lord, he’d tried to stop himself but between her hot mouth and nimble tongue and feeling her tits against his body, his cock had plumped up and wanted action.
Winta’s hand had moved down between his legs. When her fingers had wrapped around his shaft, Grant wasn’t sure if she was awake or just half-asleep. One thing was for sure. He didn’t want to stop her. She’d stroked him languidly, occasionally stopping her motion as though she’d gone back to sleep. Then when he’d moved, she’d start up again until he nearly came. That’s when he removed her hand and put it back on his chest. At least there he could keep an eye on her. That was until he’d fallen asleep.
“How did he do?” a voice asked.
Grant stirred but didn’t wake up, convinced he was still dreaming. The smell of fresh linen surrounded his head as he sunk his face deeper into the pillows.
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