“Giana, you say that you were against having one-night stands. What was the one thing about Jaylin that made you give in to him?”
“When he pressed that nine against her clit at the club,” one woman said. “Hell, that would have done it for me, too, and I would have dashed out of there so fast that if you blinked, you would have missed me.”
Many others agreed, but Giana gave her reason. “I mean, that definitely got me going, but truthfully, it was his conversation that got me. Jaylin is a very intelligent man and I was extremely impressed by him. The way he took the time to figure me out, then giving me a little insight on some things about my ex was appreciated. I guess the only thing that disappointed me was the issue with the condom. I was surprised that he really didn’t want to go there.”
All of the ladies were nodding their heads. “If a man doesn’t want to use one,” I said. “Then, don’t waste your time with him. Giana did the right thing, but do you think that maybe Jaylin was testing you to see if you would make him use one? Some men do try to see where your head is, and that could have very well been the case with Jaylin.”
Giana shrugged. “Can’t really say, but as along as I took the initiative to protect myself, I’m happy about that.”
There wasn’t one person who disagreed, and even though this was a book club meeting, we spent a few minutes discussing the importance of safe sex. That prompted another woman to step forward, and she introduced herself as Tonja.
“I . . . I know this may come as a surprise to everyone, but then again, maybe not. I had an opportunity to spend one night with Jaylin, but it turned out to be an experience that I will never, ever forget!”
I invited Tonja to come up front to tell us her story. It wasn’t long before me and the other ladies were grabbing our stomachs and laughing out extremely loud.
Double Trouble
Tonja Tate
Who said big girls didn’t know how to have fun!!?? For the record, we do. Just because more meat covered my bones, it didn’t mean that a man like Jaylin Jerome Rogers wouldn’t be attracted to me.
See, it all started the other day, when I was minding my own business, working my daily boring job at Barnes & Noble. Every once in a while, a sexy ass man would stroll through, but none compared to this one. I was walking around the store, assisting customers with books and there he was. He was tall, had a head full of healthy looking natural curls and a body that caused me to tear into my lips. Almost immediately, I could hear my pussy saying…girl, it’s been a long time. I need some relief! It had been one year to be exact, so I knew what kind of relief my girl needed. Then, in what seemed like slow motion, he headed my way with swagga in his walk. The suit that he wore fit his frame to a capital T and those gray eyes had me already turning flips. At 5’8”, I looked up as he stood next to me.
“Excuse me,” he said. “But, uh, do you work here?”
“Yes, I do. Can I help you with something?”
He softly rubbed his goatee, as if he were in thought. “Yes, I . . . I’m trying to find a good book for a friend. What would you recommend?”
I had the perfect book for Jaylin, and when I asked him to follow me, he did. Knowing that he was close behind me, I put my 220lbs of sexy meat in motion. My hips swayed from side to side and I even bent down in front of him to pick up a tiny piece of white paper. Of course, he bumped into me, and “accidentally” ran right into my ass. He held my waist, as I pretended to slightly lose my balance.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
I stood, showing stability. “Sorry about that. Gotta keep the store clean, you know?”
“I feel you on that. I’m a stickler when it comes to keeping things clean, too.”
It was nice to know we already had something in common. Then again, I made a mental note to wash those dirty dishes that were at home in the sink.
I continued down the book filled aisle, then pulled out one of our bestsellers and gave it to him.
“Here you go. Whoever your friend is, she or he would love this book.”
“Naughty,” he said, reading and observing the book cover. He didn’t even read the back, but he asked me to tell him what it was about.
“Trust me, you’ll love it. The whole series revolves around a playa, his drama and the women who can’t get enough of him. I tell you the character is sex-zy and the sex in that book will set your drawls on fire.”
His brows rose. “The character sounds like someone I know. I’ll check it out and I’m sure my friend will like it too. Thanks for your help, uh . . . what did you say your name was?”
“Tonja,” I said. But he could call me whatever he wanted to…Baby Cakes, Sugga, Sweetheart, Dick Ryder, Pussy Popper . . . even a fat bitch if he wanted to. I had to get his phone number and he wasn’t leaving until I did.
“Okay, Tonja. My name is Jaylin. Jaylin Rogers and I appreciate your assistance. For your troubles, I wondered if I could, you know…take you out sometime?”
My high cheekbones rose higher than expected, but hell, by the look in my thirsty eyes he already knew I was interested. “Sure,” I said. “I do have a better suggestion, though. I cook a mean pot roast, so why don’t you let me cook you dinner? Let’s say my place at seven and I assure you that it will be the best meal you’ve ever had.”
Jaylin studied me with his inquisitive gray eyes, before giving me an answer. “I would love for you to cook dinner for me. Sounds like a plan, Tonja, and if you’d give me your address, I’ll see you around seven. Just a li’l F.Y.I., I’m meeting with a friend of mine at eleven. I wouldn’t want to rush the evening, but it’s too late for me to change plans.”
“No problem and dinner should be waaaaaay over by then.”
I gave Jaylin my address and he punched it into his BlackBerry. I watched as he paid for three of the books in The Naughty Series and waved before he left the store.
For the next few hours, I couldn’t get a darn thing done. I planned out the night with Jaylin in my head, and by five o’clock, I tore out of the parking lot, rushing home to get dinner started. The only thing that I had intended on serving tonight was my own meat and a pot roast couldn’t even compare. I washed up real good, moisturized my brown skinned body with lotion, then sprayed on several dashes of my Dark Kiss fragrance from Bath & Body. My red tinted curly locs were already in order, so I didn’t have to do nothing to my hair. I was feeling pretty darn good about this, but I couldn’t decide what I wanted to wear. One of my sexy pieces of lingerie would be a bit too much, so for now, I settled for my pink, silk pajama pants and buttoned-down shirt that matched. It was simple, but I didn’t want to go overboard.
Now that I had me together, I had to get my love nest together. I fluffed the zebra striped cotton pillows on my queen bed and straightened the hot pink silk sheets. My bed always made a squeaky noise when I sat on it, but I wiggled it around, just to make sure the sound wouldn’t be too embarrassing. Thank God, it wasn’t. Next, I went into the closet to find my white bear rug then laid it on the floor, just in case we wanted to sip some blackberry wine and have a quick chat. My room was definitely coming together, and after I dimmed the lights, I plugged in my silver disco ball that had white spinning lights. Perfect! Then again, not quite. The room was missing one thing and that was my stripper pole. I hadn’t pulled that thing out in a while, but this would be the perfect opportunity for me to, you know, kind of strut my stuff. I got the pole out of the closet as well, lightly blowing off some of the dust that was settled around it. I propped up the pole in front of my bed, securing it from top to bottom. Just to make sure it was sturdy, I took a slow spin around, immediately realizing that I had lost my touch. Damn, I thought while spinning around and trying to get my rhythm. Maybe some music would help, but as soon as I headed for my CD collection, the doorbell rang. I wiped some of the dust from my silk pajamas then slid into my white, five-inch pumps before pulling on the door to open it.
“Heyyy,” I said, opening the door wider so Mr. Sexy could
come in. He looked even better than he did at the bookstore, and since he’d removed his suit jacket, I could see just how well his body was put together, even underneath the passion purple shirt he wore. My pussy started jumping up and down, like a bitch who had just won the lottery. Go, Tonja, it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday—Enough already. Shut up, please!
Jaylin swaggered in, bringing along a fragrance that made me sniff behind him. I quickly gained my composure, and before I made another move, I had to tell him about my change in plans.
“I am so sorry about this, Jaylin, but my pot roast didn’t turn out like I wanted it to. I hope you don’t mind, and if that means trouble for me, I’m willing to accept my punishment.”
He stood in the foyer with a blank expression on his face. His hand eased into his pocket and he let out a deep frustrating sigh. He then glanced at his shimmering Rolex watch. “I told my friend to pick me up at eleven. I haven’t eaten anything all day, and you know what, baby, I’m real, real hungry. If we ain’t gon’ eat, what else do you have in mind?”
My pussy immediately chimed in . . . you’re blowing it, girl. Go get that man a Twinkie and be done with it!
“I . . . I thought we could see what’s up with this attraction that we seem have for one another. I could always find you a little something to eat, later.”
My words brought a tiny smile to his face, and when I took his hand, he followed me down the hallway to my bedroom. As soon as we entered, his eyes got big as baseballs. Well, not that big, but he carefully studied the room.
“Uh, that’s what’s up. Just tell me where you want, need me to be.”
I directed Jaylin over to the bed, and as soon as he sat on it, it squeaked. Loudly. He didn’t seem to trip, so neither did I.
“If you don’t mind,” I said. “I want to do a li’l dance for you, okay?”
Jaylin shifted himself around on the bed to get comfortable. He wiggled his tie and nodded his head. I guess that was my cue to get this show on the road. I hurried to my CD collection, deciding to play some of the songs I’d been listening to for the last several days. Waiting for the song to start, I held the pole and kept my eyes locked with Jaylin’s. The fast beat started, but unfortunately, it was an old Richard Simmons workout CD, yelling for me to kick up my legs fifty times. Jaylin smirked and touched the trimmed hair on his chin.
“Sorry about that,” I said, hurrying to change the music. “I’ve been working out for the last few days and I thought . . .”
“Take your time. I’m ready whenever you are.”
Yes, I was ready, and this time, I let the music start before I made my move on the pole. “It’s Time For The Percolator” rang out loudly from my box speakers and I started to pop my body along with the song.
Jaylin covered his mouth, blushing his ass off. I wasn’t sure if he liked the music or not, but I did. I got into my groove and turned circles around the pole. I was spinning so fast, that I could feel cool breeze hitting me. Then, I slowed it down for Jaylin. He seemed to be all into it, and when I lifted my leg to do a split against the pole, I saw him lick across his lips.
“You know, that position would look so much better if you’d take off your clothes. I think you’re sexy as hell, but it’s hard to get a vision of what I’ll be working with.”
He was right, the clothes had to go. Yes, I was a big girl, but I had curves in all of the right places. I stepped out of my clothes, wearing nothing but my white pumps and a black thong that was swallowed by my fat ass cheeks. “Time For The Percolator” wrapped up and “There’s Some Hoe’s In This House” kicked in. I wiggled my shoulders and snapped my fingers to the beat. Hell, Jaylin started snapping his fingers, too, and when his leather sharp shoes tapped on the floor, I joined in. I stomped my pump, hitting the floor hard, but to the beat. I was in business and by the way he stared at my ass, I could tell he liked it. I pressed my backside against the pole, and then bent over to let the pole separate my crack. My cheeks sat along both sides of the steel pole, and I popped my ass to make it clap. I could only imagine the view Jaylin was getting.
“Umph, umph, umph,” he said. “Work that pussy . . . ass, baby, work it!”
I was cheesing my butt off, and he hadn’t seen nothing just yet. I stood, sliding my backside against the pole and slowly squatted down to the floor. On my way back up, I bent over again then swung my legs around the pole to get to the other side. From the front this time, I squatted down again, opening my legs wide while holding my hands on my shaky knees. Jaylin’s eyes were focused between my legs like a razor beam and one by one, he started to unbutton his shirt.
“Move the string on your thong aside. Let me take a look at that pussy.”
I pulled the slippery wet string aside, proudly showing off my neatly waxed slit. I could almost see my coochie smiling at him and the way she was throbbing, I knew she was pleased. Right now, that bitch had nothing to say. I eased up from the floor, circling the pole again, as the song was coming to an end. This time when I spun around, the pole wobbled. Next thing I knew, that sucker had cracked into one—two pieces.
“Damn,” I shouted, trying not to lose my balance. I did, only because the heel of my shoe had the nerve to break when I came down hard on it.
Jaylin had already jumped up to help me, and while holding me with one arm, he wiped down his face with the other.
“Go ahead,” I smirked. “I know you want to laugh, don’t you?”
He muffled his lips, holding on for as long as he could. Only a slight snicker came out, and his dimples were too sexy. “I, uh, I really don’t know what to say about that. Next time, leave the aluminum poles at the store.”
I looked at the pole as if it had attacked me. “I thought it was made of steel. Screw it.”
“Nah, let me screw it. Now, let’s cut with the dancing and get this party started, for real.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice, but the pussy hater was back again. I hope you get this shit right and how could you make a fool of us like that? You just embarrassed the hell out of us and you got one more chance to get this right. If he leaves, I’m going to go find a sexually active woman who knows what the fuck she’s doing. Obviously, you don’t!
“Shut up,” I said out loudly while making my way over to the bed.
“Come again,” Jaylin said, frowning and thinking I was talking to him.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about something, that’s all.”
I scooted back on the squeaky mattress, watching Jaylin as he removed my shoe with the broken heel. He tossed it aside then tossed the other shoe as well. While keeping his flirting eyes on me, he got undressed. I could already tell he was working with something when he’d bumped into me earlier, but…bitch, close your mouth and quit acting like you ain’t ever seen no big dick before! The hater just wouldn’t leave me along, but with Jaylin packaged up like he was, she was about to be in big trouble, not me.
From the sight of him putting a condom over his long hanging hard tubular instrument, I opened my legs and invited him to shove it in as far as it would go. Before he even got to it, he bit at my thong with his pearly white teeth and clinched them tight. Like a growling tiger, he ripped off my thong and let it drop to the floor. I had myself a Tarzan man, and knowing that we were about to enter his jungle, that excited me even more. He massaged the tip of his head and I could already see the pre-cum coming. Seconds later, he moved between my legs, and almost immediately my pussy held a tight grip on his shaft. No, his instrument didn’t get too far.
“Wha . . . what the hell?” I strained to say. “Who . . . what women have you been putting that darn thing into? No, way, baby. This is a wrap!”
My pussy was too busy choking, and she couldn’t say anything. That’s what you get for being greedy, I thought, and was somewhat unsympathetic. I was sure that she felt like I did, though, and enough was enough.
“Just relax,” Jaylin said in a seductive tone. “I’m going to take it easy. I
promise.”
The only reason I was willing to give this a try was because he was one sexy ass man. With his clothes off, his body was carved to perfection. I rubbed my hands on his body, while trying to cope with the excruciating pain. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had sex with plenty of men, but nothing this big and juicy had ever entered me.
For the next several minutes, Jaylin took his time. He sucked down my neck, tickled my nipples with his velvety tongue and planted juicy kisses on my lips. His dick was partially in me and I could tell because his mid section never touched my thighs.
“Is that better,” he said.
“Yes, better, but not too much more, all right?”
Jaylin said not a word and I could tell by the impatient look in his eyes that he couldn’t wait to slam his whole piece of meat into me. While giving the other parts of my body so much pleasure, he tried to throw me off. I felt my pussy breaking open, as he inched further inside. My breathing became more intense and I could feel my juices overflowing. Couldn’t believe how wet and super sticky I was, and when I reached down to play with his balls, it was game over. He went in further, tearing up my gut with each thrust.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” he said through strained words.
I could feel how tense he was, and I guess that playing with his loaded sacks was the key to weakening him. Even so, I couldn’t move! The circling of my hips had come to a halt and my mouth dropped wide open.
“Out,” I yelled. “I want this thing out of me, now!”
Jaylin didn’t move, but he kissed my cheek. “Damn, baby. Why you tripping? I’m already in there now and I promise you that, from this moment on, I will take it real slow.”
Without giving the order, he proceeded. His rhythm was very slow, and his hips were turning in short lingering circles. I was down with what he was doing and so was my pussy. She was with it and had made that clear to me. Girl, give this man a standing ovation. Applause!! Applause!! This shit feels too good and you’d better not get rid of him anytime soon.
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