by Desiree Day
“Just enjoy.” And before Garrett could object, she slid one finger in his ass and the other rubbed the tip of his penis. Garrett hissed sharply then convulsed, his come jetted into her mouth. Jada happily swallowed it. He shot a dazed look before dozing off.
CHAPTER 6
Geneva sat at her desk. She set down her pen, she couldn’t concentrate on her work, images of Vegas kept popping up and playing like a porn video. “God, that felt so good.”
She had been with men before even had adequate relationships with them. Amber knew that, but she had thought those relationships were years old…nearly a decade. But what Geneva hadn’t told her was that, right before she had met Amber, she had broken up with her boyfriend of a year after she had found out that he had lied and repeatedly cheated on her. He had left her feeling insecure and uncertain of herself and very much sick of men.
She had fooled around with girls in college and in her early twenties, nothing serious, until she met Amber. They had met at a club. Still bruised from her breakup from her boyfriend, she had let herself be seduced. It really wasn’t hard for her to give in, Amber was gorgeous and that night, a collective groan of frustration, from several men and woman, had gone up when she and Amber had left the club hand-in-hand.
She loved Amber, her sensitivity, her intelligence and her sweet pussy, oh her sweet pussy, Geneva flushed hot at the thought. But even with that, she still desired a dick, not the strap on that Amber used, but a hot, wet, hard, cum oozing dick.
She liked men, she loved their hardness, their largeness, and their dicks. She just didn’t trust them.
Later that night Geneva walked into the kitchen and found Amber engrossed in a document. “Hey Sweetie.”
“Oh, I didn’t see you come in.” Amber laughed nervously.
“What are you doing? Looks like it might be interesting.”
Amber shoved the neon yellow folder into her purse. “Nothing.”
Geneva strolled over to her partner and kissed her, her lips lingering on Amber’s. “I missed you today.”
Amber rested her head on Geneva’s chest. “Hard day?” She felt Geneva shrug. “Ready to eat?”
Geneva chuckled. “Why do you always ask me that? You know that I’m always hungry…for you.”
Amber grew warm at her lover’s suggestive tone. “Are you sure? Sometimes people get tired of eating the same thing and decide that they want something different.”
Geneva pulled away from her lover and cupped her chin in her hand. “What’s wrong, why would you say something like that?”
Amber shrugged and pulled away. She looked Geneva squarely in the eyes. “Are you tired of me?” she boldly asked.
A bolt of fear shot through Geneva, right through to her heart, hitting it so that it beat overtime, thudding against her chest. She nervously licked her lips. She knows. “No sweetie, I’m not. Tell me what’s wrong?”
Amber turned away and hung her head. “Nothing,” she muttered.
Geneva stepped behind her and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close, Amber felt like a block of ice. She inhaled Amber’s citrusy scent. Today she smelled like oranges with a dash of cinnamon. Geneva kissed the tip of Amber’s ear, she turned her head away, dismissing Geneva. Geneva grinned to herself, accepting the challenge. Geneva blew in her lover’s ear, this time Amber shivered. “I love you,” she whispered in Amber’s ear, before blowing softly then gently inserting her tongue, Amber moaned, the ice queen had shattered.
She turned to Geneva, her mouth open, ready for her lover’s tongue. Geneva kissed Amber, backing her against the kitchen counter. “Let’s go to the bedroom,” Amber suggested.
“No, I want you right now.” Geneva shoved Amber’s pencil skirt up until it bunched around her waist and exposed her tiny purple G-String. Geneva pushed the snatch of material to the side and lovingly stroked her girlfriend’s pussy. Amber groaned and slumped against the counter.
“The bedroom please,” she begged. “I’m going to fall to my knees.”
Geneva chuckled. “You read my mind, that’s the perfect position,” she said before dropping to the floor. She slowly kissed her way up one leg then down the other occasionally licking when the mood hit her. After a couple times Amber was begging her to kiss her pussy. “I’d be happy to.” Geneva clutched her lover’s ass and brought her mouth to her pussy. Geneva nuzzled her face in Amber’s mound. She loved it. She loved Amber’s pussy. She loved the scent, the thick full lips that she loved to suck, and her clit, it was beautiful. In her honor Amber had the letter G shaved into her pussy. Geneva had gotten a kick out of it the first time she had seen it. And to show Amber her appreciation, they had spent the weekend in bed, only getting out to use the bathroom and run to the refrigerator for cold pizza. Geneva slowly outlined the G with her tongue. Amber writhed with desire.
Geneva stuck her tongue out and hit her target. As soon as her tongue connected with Amber’s clit, she convulsed with desire. She kept a firm grip on Amber’s bottom as she ravished her lover’s pussy with her tongue. She delved between her hot lips, kissing and sucking them. Amber leaned back against the counter, bracing her hands behind her, while grinding her pussy into Geneva’s mouth. Just when Amber thought she couldn’t take it any longer, Geneva swiped her tongue over her clit and she went over the edge. She cried out her release. She sank against the counter.
Geneva grabbed her girlfriend’s hand. “Hey sweetie, let’s go to the bedroom, now.”
Hours later, Geneva woke up to find Amber staring at her. Her face was swollen from crying, her eyelashes damp. “What’s wrong sweetie?” she asked, her voice muffled with sleep.
“Do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Are you tired of me?”
Geneva pushed herself up. “You keep asking me that. Why?”
Amber tossed the neon yellow folder at her. “Open it!” she ordered.
“What’s this?” She eyed the folder as though it was a grenade.
“Just open it.”
Geneva sighed and opened the folder. She tilted it and pictures slid out, she absent-mindedly glanced at them, then her eyes widened when she really looked at them. Her gaze rocketed to Amber, tears were streaking her face.
“Look at them!”
With shaking hands Geneva picked up the pictures. There were images of her passionately kissing a man, being fucked by another man, her face between a lady’s legs and dozens of other photos with her with other people.
“I’m sorry,” Geneva whispered.
“Is that all you can say?” Amber asked. “I love you. I gave you all of me,” Amber said and began crying hysterically. “And you lied and cheated on me. You looked me right in the eye and you told me that you were happy with me,” she squeaked out around sobs.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I am happy with you, very happy. You’re my soul mate.”
“Well why Geneva, if you love me like you say you do, why would you do that to me? Why? You don’t cheat on your soul mate.”
Geneva began crying. “I’m sorry. I know I should’ve told you, but I didn’t want to lose you.”
Amber pointed to a picture, the one where she was kissing a man. “Is that what you want?” Geneva was silent. “Is it?” she shouted.
Geneva jumped, Amber never yelled. “Sometimes,” she admitted, she wiped her face with the back of her hands.
“Sometimes. So you’re bi now?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I miss it. I miss being with a man,” Geneva admitted, not able to look her girlfriend in the eyes.
Amber sat back stunned. After a moment she found her voice. “You don’t want to be with me any more?”
“I do. I love you, sweetie I love you so much.”
“No you don’t, because if you did, you wouldn’t hurt me.” Amber shook her head. “You don’t love me.” She got off the bed and walked over to the closet. She pulled out a suitcase. She had packed it right after Geneva had fallen asleep. “I’m g
oing to stay with a friend for a while. We can talk about the house and everything else later.”
Geneva jumped off the bed. “Where are you going?”
Amber continued stalking to the door. “I’m leaving. I don’t want to look at you. You make me sick.”
“Don’t go!” Geneva howled and chased after her. But it was too late Amber slammed her way out of the house.
CHAPTER 7
“How much longer do you think it’s going to be?” Jada asked, looking up at Devon. “I’m starving.” They were sitting at the bar waiting for a table. Even though the happy hour crowd was beginning to thin, the restaurant was still crowded for a Wednesday evening.
Devon shrugged. “Hopefully, not long.”
Jada sipped her drink, and munched on the complimentary nuts. She glanced at a group of ladies sitting at a table across from them, they all were dressed for a night out on the town. And it looked like they were getting an early start on their drinks. Empty glasses cluttered the table. One of the women repeatedly looked in their direction, her gaze zeroing in on Devon. “Hey that lady is checking you out.”
Devon chuckled, he was used to women hitting on him. While flattered, he wasn’t interested. “Damn chicks are thirsty and disrespectful. How she going to try and hit on me when I’m with you? You could be my girl.”
Jada laughed at the thought. “That’s funny, we would drive each other crazy. Besides you’re my best buddy, I can’t even imagine you as my boyfriend.” She made a face. “Yuck!”
Devon’s heart pounded as he inched closer to Jada. “You can’t never imagine me as your boyfriend?” he whispered. And something in the tone of his voice made Jada pause. Time stopped while she looked at him as if seeing him for the first time, seeing him as a sexy man, seeing him as a sensual man. She took in his hazel colored eyes with flecks of gold, his sun kissed skin, and his delectable lips, surrounded by a goatee. Her gaze returned to his and Devon swallowed his disappointment when he saw the confusion in her eyes. She hastily glanced away.
“What’s wrong?” Devon calmly asked.
Jada took another sip of her drink. She perused the restaurant to buy time. Her reaction to Devon confused her. They were friends, good friends. And friends never thought about each other that way. She was just about to tell him that when she saw Garrett sitting across the room, hugged up with a lady.
“Oh no, not again!” Jada wailed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Garrett. He’s over there kissing on some lady. It’s like déjà vu. It’s Brandon all over again.”
“It’s not like he’s my boyfriend or anything. I know that but I’m always attracted to the wrong person. The bad guys are always attracted to me.”
“I’m not the wrong guy,” Devon whispered.
“What? What are you saying?”
Devon grabbed her hand. “Come on.” Jada looked back over her shoulder. Garrett and the lady was still all over each other. Devon tugged on her hand. “Come on,” he insisted.
“Okay, don’t pull my arm off. I’m right behind you.” They snaked through the restaurant, and out to Devon’s car. Devon pulled out of the parking lot and drove off. “Well?” Jada prodded.
“I’ll talk to you when we get to my place,” he answered, his voice gruff.
And he kept his promise, he didn’t say anything until they were both in his house and the door slammed behind him. He cupped her face between his hands and gazed in her eyes. “I’ve always loved you,” he admitted huskily.
Jada stared up at him wide-eyed. “What do you mean?” she asked.
Devon brought his mouth to hers. “I’m in love with you Jada and I have been for the last couple of years,” he admitted, his breath soft on her lips.
“I don’t know what to say to that,” she murmured, dazed by his confession.
Devon gazed adoringly in her eyes and tenderly stroked her cheeks. “You don’t have to say anything. All you have to do is enjoy.”
“Enjoy what?”
Devon scooped her up and Jada let out a surprised yelp. She stiffened then relaxed in his arms while he carried her up the stairs to his bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed. “This.” Devon slowly pulled off her clothes and Jada lay naked before him, she resisted the urge to cover her body, she shyly averted her eyes. “I’ve been waiting for years to see this. It was so worth the wait.” Jada smiled tentatively up at him.
Devon reached down and cupped one of Jada’s breasts, he gently kneaded it. Jada shivered with desire.
“Amazing,” he whispered before undressing. He slid into bed and pulled Jada into his arms. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Jada giggled. “Yeah and that log poking me in my thigh is saying something different.”
“He does have a mind of his own, but I have the last say.”
“I want to do something,” Jada said shyly.
“You don’t have to, I did kinda drag you here.”
Jada slid her hand between them and stroked Devon’s dick, he inhaled sharply. “I want to do something. I really do.”
Devon grabbed her hand and looked her squarely in the eyes. “You sure?” Jada nodded. Devon palmed her face and softy grazed her lips with his, Jada shuddered and pressed her mouth against his. Jada’s arms slid around his neck. Devon smoothly slid his tongue in her mouth. Jada opened her mouth wider inviting Devon in. Devon pulled away, he studied her before stroking her face. “I love you,” he said hoarsely.
Jada smiled at him. He kissed his way down her stomach, Jada squirmed and moaned loudly. Devon leisurely licked her hot skin then tenderly nipped at it taking his time to enjoy her sweetness. He turned her onto her stomach and lightly ran his fingers over her ass. “Beautiful,” he uttered then softly massaged her bottom something that he couldn’t do with Miranda. Jada yelped when he stuck two fingers in her pussy, he slowly finger fucked her, taking his time while he moved his fingers in and out of her. Jada moved her hips in sync with his hand.
“Lift up for me babe.” Jada lifted her behind just enough for Devon to slide underneath her, giving him access to her pussy. Devon sniffed, inhaling her heady scent. He grasped her hips and swiped his tongue over her clit, causing Jada to convulse with desire. Devon luxuriated in her moist folds, savoring her hotness. He nibbled on her skin, Jada groaned softly, Devon’s mouth felt like warm air on her pussy. Devon finally focused on her clit, flitting his tongue over it until Jada was whimpering with desire. It was the tip of his tongue that sent her over the edge. She cried out and shuddered.
Not giving her an opportunity to rest, he held tightly onto Jada’s hips, her pussy pressed against his mouth, her hips moved slightly as her climaxed subsided. He didn’t dare lick it because he knew how sensitive it was. When she stilled, he lifted her up then reached into his nightstand for a condom. He glanced at Jada before he quickly covered himself. She was lying on her back with her legs wide open, her pussy beckoning him. Devon stretched out on his back.
“Get on top of me.” Jada rolled over to Devon and straddled him. She grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her wet lips. “Stick it in.” Jada eased Devon’s dick into her slit. He gasped at her heat, it scorched his dick. “You’re so tight.” His hands snaked around Jada’s waist and slowly moved her up and down.
Jada arched her back and flung her head back. “Oh Devon, you feel so good. God you feel so good.”
Devon grunted. Being with Jada exceeded his expectations, all he wanted to do was enjoy the experience. He closed his eyes and lost himself in her hotness. They moved together as if they were made for each other. Jada shivered every time his shaft throbbed inside her. She began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, she gasped with each movement because the base of his dick kissed her clit. Devon felt as though he would burst but he let Jada enjoy him. Her breath quickened and her movements became more frantic. He felt the tiny tremors, he was sure they felt like earthquakes to her, hug his dick. She gave a strangled cry then grinned down at him sat
iated.
Unable to control himself any longer, Devon pulled Jada toward him, pressing her breasts against his chest and grabbed her ass. He held onto it and drove his cock into her. She gasped every time he plunged into her and that turned him on even more. He devoured her as though he couldn’t get deep enough in her. Devon grunted as he squeezed Jada’s bottom, her warm breath on his neck.
“Fuck me Devon,” Jada whispered in his ear. “Just fuck me.” Devon groaned, plunged into her, over and over again until they both were hoarse from crying out their relief.
Jada looked down at Devon, amazed. An hour ago he was her friend now he was her lover. “Devon?” she called softly he opened his eyes, love stared at her. Jada snuggled against Devon. “This feels so right. I didn’t know you felt that way about me,” Jada murmured still shocked about what happened.
Devon kissed her shoulder. “I had to hide it. Every time I was ready to say something, you got into a relationship, then I got into a relationship, neither one of us was free at the same time. Then when you saw Garrett today. I said fuck it and went for it.”
Jada nuzzled next to him and tenderly kissed him. “I’m glad you did. Oh no, what about Miranda?” She never liked her, no matter how hard she tried.
“I’m breaking up with her. You’re what I want…what I’ve always wanted.” I’ll deal with the job situation, he thought to himself.
“Um, do you think I’m a slut because I slept with Garrett so quickly?”
Devon thought for a minute then shook his head. “Naw, you were two consenting adults and you weren’t cheating on anyone. Besides, I know that you don’t sleep with just anyone. It’s all good, don’t worry about it.” He lovingly kissed her nose causing Jada to blush.