“That’s right. Show me.” A smile spread across Julissa’s face. This was the moment that she had been waiting for. She had been craving Michael’s dick for too long now.
“Open your legs wider, baby, let me see that pink pussy.”
Julissa did as instructed and watched as Michael stroked his dick slowly and softly.
“Damn, baby, I’m getting ready to tear that pretty pussy up.” Michael lifted her legs even higher above her chest, dipped his head between her legs and licked her clit. His tongue strokes were quick and intense. The feeling was satisfying, causing her juices to flow freely. He lifted himself again and pulled her body towards him, pressed the back of her thighs to her chest, and pushed his entire erection into her pussy. She screamed loudly when he reached the back of her canal. Michael was long, almost seven inches. He lacked in width, but made up for it in length.
“Oh, baby…you look so fuckin’ good.” Michael pumped in and out of her with quick, but deep thrusts. “Shit, this pussy feels so good, baby.”
“This pussy is good to you, isn’t it?” She reached between her legs, which were spread open by his hands and massage her clit with two fingers. She thought that he would cum right then as he groaned at the sight of her. Michael loved to watch her touch herself, especially when he was fucking her.
“Oh, God…”
He sped up his thrusts and she continued rubbing her clit, prepared to make herself come before he did. She was almost there.
Suddenly, he slowed up, and then pulled himself all the way out, then thrust his dick back into her pussy forcefully. He grabbed both ankles and lifted both her legs over his right shoulder, and returned to his normal speed.
Julissa could tell he was near completion by the way his forehead creased and concentration. The sensation she was getting from her legs being squeezed so closely together was just as satisfying as her hands being between her legs. She closed her eyes again and tried to focus once more, meeting his pelvis with each thrust. Just a little bit more and she would…
Suddenly, Michael stiffened and let out a groan and a muffled curse word. She felt his body tremble as he released himself into her. Breathing heavily, he unlocked her legs and pulled out of her and fell back, as if lifeless, on the top of the covers. Julissa felt satisfied and cheated at the same time. Like she always did. She listened, her legs curled up to her chest, as his breathing returned to normal.
“Oh, Julissa…that was so good. We need to start doing that every night.”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled.
“Did you come?”
“Uh-huh.” She slipped her legs under the covers and pulled the sheet up over her naked body.
Julissa felt the bed move as Michael made himself comfortable on top of the sheets. She didn’t have to turn around to realize that Michael had his back turned to her just as she had her back turned to him. It was not even a minute later when she heard the first snore escape from his mouth. She reached up, turned out the lamp, and forced herself to sleep. The last question that nagged her mind was, What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I have an orgasm during sex?
**
Julissa had three black dresses laid out on the bed, trying to decide which one to wear. Christina and Richard had invited all the wedding party members and one guest to dinner. It was an early outing, taking in consideration the time that everyone had to get up in the morning to prepare for the wedding the next day.
She slipped into a pair of black pumps, placed one of the dresses against her, and stood in front of the tall gold-trimmed mirror attached permanently to the bedroom wall. This dress was a shiny satin material. It was a strapless form-fitting tube dress, with the material gathered every couple inches, creating texture and design. The texture would surely accentuate her curves even more. But the top showed a little too much cleavage, and made her breasts look bigger. Michael wouldn’t approve of it. He was always skeptical of the outfits she went out of the house in. Sometimes they were just too tight and at other times they weren’t too his liking. It depended on what type of mood he was in. One minute he would say no and the next minute he would totally change his mind. It was almost as if he suffered from multiple personalities or something.
Julissa took the next black dress which was a halter type dress. This one was not as flashy and shiny, but seemed like the safer choice. She had already seen the dress pants, crisp shirt, and blazer that Michael planned to wear hanging in the closet this morning. She wanted to compliment his look, not overbear it.
“I like the first one.” Michael’s voice scared the shit out of her and she jumped.
The dress she held slipped from her fingers and dropped to her feet revealing her half naked body. She wondered just how long he was standing there looking at her from behind and why she hadn’t noticed his reflection in the mirror.
“Honey, you scared me.” Julissa turned around and watched as Michael peeled out of his shirt and threw it on the bed beside her dresses.
“I’m sorry.” Michael unloosened the buttons on his pants and they fell to the floor. “You know we have less than an hour to be there.” He stepped out of the pants and threw them on the bed too.
Michael wasn’t a really big man. What muscles he had were lean, but still present. His light caramel complexion was flawless.
“Right. I’m showered and my hair is done. I just couldn’t decide on which dress I would wear.” Julissa bent down to pick up the halter top dress.
“I said this one.” Michael grabbed the black satin strapless tube dress and handed it to her.
“I tried to wear this one last month to your employee party and you said it was inappropriate.”
“I lied. Besides, I want you to look good on my arm.” He turned and disappeared into the walk in closet.
“Don’t you always…,”Julissa mumbled, scrunching up her nose.
“What?” Michael called from the closet.
“Nothing. I’ll be ready in ten minutes.” Julissa grabbed the clothes that Michael had peeled out of and threw them in the dirty clothes hamper behind the tri-fold screen.
Twenty minutes later, they still weren’t ready. Michael had insisted that she change her hair style to wear her curls in an up-do instead of flowing free on her shoulders. It was four o’ clock when they backed out of the driveway. They were supposed to be seated right now in the restaurant. Where Michael was concerned, they were always fashionably late.
**
After turning over the keys to the valet parking attendant, they entered the restaurant and were greeted by the door staff. Michael told the man that they were in the group with Richard Carter, and they were ushered to the back of the restaurant and to a private section limited to the wedding party and their guests.
As soon as Julissa and Michael arrived, everyone became quiet. As if most of her friends didn’t know already that for them, being late was the norm. They were definitely late, but at least they were present. Not everyone in the wedding party was there, but it appeared as though a good number of them had shown up.
Julissa was caught off guard by the many sets of eyes giving them the once over. She was sure many of them were hungry and mad because they weren’t on time. Attention was fine with her, but not that much.
Despite her embarrassment, Julissa put on her best smile. “Hi, guys! I hope you left room for us. Sorry we’re late. We kinda lost track of time.”
“Oh, we know the two of you are always late. We just ordered a round of drinks. You didn’t miss anything.” Shanice welcomed them over to the empty seats between her and Myra.
Her heart skipped several beats when she realized they’d have to sit directly across from Quinton. While they took their seats, he locked eyes with her and she thought she would faint at the smile he gave her. She smiled back and vowed not to make eye contact with him again. For both their sakes…
Christina went down the line and introduced them all. Most everyone had brought a date, but like Quinton, a few of them came solo.
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nbsp; After the introductions were over, Julissa could barely force herself to look up at anyone or anything. Not even to reach out to take the menu in front of her. She’d need to try her hardest to avert her attention away from Quinton. One look at him, and her palms grew warm and she felt something deep down within her that should never be felt for any other man besides Michael.
“Julissa, your dress is hot! Where’d you get it?” Myra was seated on her left side. She reached out to touch the soft fabric material.
“I’ve had this dress for months. I think it’s BeBe. You look hot yourself. Nice earrings.”
After Julissa shared a few more compliments with Myra, she turned her attention back to the menu in front of them.
Michael leaned in towards her. “Would you like red wine?”
“You two should try the mixed drinks. They’re good here. They have something like one of your favorite drinks, Julissa. The White Russian.” Shanice must have heard Michael ask her about the wine and decided to put her two cents in.
Julissa thumbed through the menu. “Oh, they do, don’t they?”
“May I have your drink orders?” The waiter stood over Julissa and Michael with his pen and pad in hand.
Julissa and Michael spoke at the same time. Julissa tried to get out White Russian, while Michael said something about wine. Michael gave her a disapproving look that she hoped no one saw, turned to the waiter and requested two glasses of their finest red wine.
Michael looked down on her when she drank heavy liquors and the only time she had mixed drinks was when she was out with Christina or Shanice.
“Drink orders for anyone else?” The waiter looked around the table.
“I’ll have another Number Two, double shot,” Shanice chimed.
“Another Hennessey and Coke,” Quinton replied.
His voice commanded her attention, and she gave in and looked up. He was more handsome than she remembered him the first time. Maybe it was the way the overhead lamps shined down on his face, but his skin was immaculate. His face smooth, but hairless tonight.
Quinton caught her stare, and raised one eyebrow in question. He parted his lips as though he wanted to say something, but then shut them again.
He licked his top lip and then lifted the half empty glass to take a sip. His tongue traveled across the seam of his mouth. She felt her pussy contract and grow warm. She tore her eyes away from him as a devilish smile spread across his face.
“Shanice, you’re going on your second drink. You drive here?” Ed was looking at Shanice from the other end of the table. Ed’s date looked at him, questioningly.
“Don’t worry about me, Ed. I can handle my liquor. That’s why I’m drinking earlier on. After I eat, I won’t even feel the effects anymore. Besides, I took a cab here, baby. What are you worried about, anyway?” Shanice snapped.
“Just sayin'…Trying to make sure everyone gets home safely after all this drinkin’,” Ed replied. His date looked pissed at the attention Ed gave Shanice, but Shanice wasn’t who she needed to be worried about.
Shanice and Ed were never attracted to each other. Something about Shanice attracted men well over six feet tall and standing just under six feet, Ed didn’t even make the cut. Also, Ed was attracted to women with a little more meat on the bones. Those were his exact words. Little did Ed’s girlfriend know that Julissa was the one she needed to be concerned about. She had to give it to Ed though, he never once disrespected his many dates or Michael by letting that fact be known that he was interested in dating her. Ed knew more than anyone else in the group what was going on in her relationship with Michael. He knew a lot more than anyone else, even more than Christina and Shanice.
The waiters and waitresses brought out an assortment of appetizers and sushi and spread them across the long table. For the next few minutes, everyone was engrossed in eating more than in conversation.
“So where are you two lovebirds off to after the wedding?” One of Richard’s cousin looked to the head of the table at the smiling soon-to-be newlyweds.
“Paris.” Christina and Richard spoke at the same time.
“We can’t wait. All our bags are packed in the trunk right now as we speak.” Christina was all smiles.
“Are you two leaving right after the wedding?” Ed asked
“Yes. Limo ride to the airport and then we’re off,” Richard answered.
“Have you guys found a house yet?” Shanice asked, reaching out with her chopsticks for a piece of Sushi.
“Not quite. The wedding stuff sort of got in our way. But Julissa is looking out for us, going to properties, and weeding out the ones that don’t meet everything on our wish list.” Christina smiled at Julissa.
“Christina and Richard are my toughest clients, yet, believe it or not. In this market and the neighborhood that they’re looking in, I find it a task to find everything on their wish list.”
“It’s Christina, Julissa. You know she’s detail-oriented. Everything has to be perfect the first time. I keep telling her that this will not be our first home together,” Richard said.
“Well, certainly by the time you get back from your honeymoon, I’ll have a new list of properties to show you,” Julissa replied
“Oh, did I tell you that my cousin, Quinton, is looking for a property out here,” Richard looked at Julissa, then Quinton. “He owns real estate in Florida and is looking to expand his investments to Georgia.”
Julissa brought the linen napkin up and dabbed at the corners of her mouth. “Oh. I deal primarily in residential. I seldom show commercial properties. The last time I showed something commercial was to fill in for someone else.”
Quinton shrugged. “I buy both. Residential and commercial.”
“Quinton, from what I’ve heard Julissa is amazing at finding properties that haven’t even hit the MLS, yet. This would be a good opportunity to pounce on something. She has that inside track,” Richard stated.
Quinton looked excited. “Oh, yeah? That would be great. Since I already know you do a good job, I wouldn’t mind working with you out here.”
“Right. Let me know what you’re looking for and we’ll see if I can be of any help.” Julissa stole a sideways glance at Michael, who had no expression on his face at all.
“I will.”
Julissa reached out with her chopsticks to grab another piece of sushi at the same time that Quinton decided to grab his. Ironically, they were both going for the last piece of sushi. Their hands bumped in the confusion.
“Oh, sorry.” Julissa moved her chopsticks.
“No. My fault. Go ahead…you take it.”
“No, go ahead…you first.”
Quinton pushed the long saucer with the piece of sushi on it closer to her. “Ladies always eat first.”
“Thank you.” The smile on Julissa’s face was not missed by anyone at the table as she took the last piece of sushi. The eye contact Julissa and Quinton made only seemed to astonish everyone even more.
Quinton didn’t seem to care. He took his generosity a step further and passed the soy sauce to her as if reading her mind. His hand rested on hers as she reached out to take it. A thrilling sensation ran through her fingertips and down her spine, causing her to pause way too long before taking the bottle from him.
As Julissa covered her sushi in soy sauce, Michael cleared his throat.
“So…Quinton, you work in real estate for a living?” Michael asked.
“Yes and no.” Quinton lifted his glass again to take a sip of his drink. “Yes, I own real estate and no, I don’t work in real estate for a living…yet.”
“So what do you do to earn real money?” Michael emphasized the real money part.
“I’m a programmer. I deal in computer technology for a living. Real estate investing is my hobby.”
“Oooo. Computer programming, huh?” Shanice chimed in. “If I had never seen you before and you told me that, I would have pictured…well…a tortoise-shell-shaped-glasses-wearing geek.” She spared no words when
it came to expressing herself and telling people what she was thinking about them.
Everyone burst out laughing and Quinton almost choked on his beverage. Michael didn’t seem to think it was the greatest joke because he was the only one that didn’t laugh.
“What type of real estate do you own?” Michael asked, and again there was no expression on his face and he appeared to be almost demanding an answer.
“I own four small duplexes, a couple of homes, and two small strip malls in Florida. I hear the business is even better in Atlanta for real estate. Do you know anything about that?”
Even though Michael had a wealth of information about real estate in Atlanta, he didn’t answer Quinton’s question. “Are you relocating here?” he asked instead, giving him a quizzical look.
“Not necessarily. I have my thing going in Florida right now. I’ve told you how I make money. So tell me…what do you do for your living?”
“Investment broker. Ironically, I work with clients like you all the time who have a passion for getting into real estate only to realize it’s more work than they’ve bargained for…and even more importantly…requires more money than they have access to.”
Everyone at the table seemed to be moving uncomfortably in their seats at Michael’s comment and underhanded assumption.
Quinton chuckled, but his voice was challenging. “Maybe you are working with the wrong clients. If they want to be successful going forward, your company should really look into others ways to expand the client base.”
Michael got the hint and placed his chopsticks on the table. “No problems there. Our client base is strong. It’s just weeding through the risky guys that have no idea what they’re doing that sucks.”
“Well! Shall we order dinner?” Christina interrupted the darts that Michael and Quinton were throwing across the table at each other.
After everyone had finished their dinners and another round of drinks, they were seated having casual conversation, waiting for the waiter to give Christina and Richard the check.
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