by Lolah Lace
“Turn around,” I instructed. I wanted to get a good head-to-toe look at her entire outfit.
Tamika turned in a full circle. She spread her arms wide and hit me with a sassy hand on her hip pose.
“How do I look?”
“You look like the baddest, bouge- est Hermione Granger in the Gryffindor House.”
Tamika stuttered over to the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door.
“Oh baby, I’m the baddest in the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You better ask somebody.”
I grabbed her toy wand off the bed.
“Don’t forget your magic wand.” I handed the wand over to her.
Tamika checks her outfit and hair in the full-length mirror. She strikes multiple poses with her wand in hand.
Tamika pointed her little magic wand at me. “Wingardium Leviosa!”
“I didn’t levitate but I think a lost a pound.”
“Oh yes, my edges are laid. I got to go stunt on these basic witches.”
“Make sure you send me a picture of Jay. I have never seen a Black Ronald Weasley in my life. Is he wearing a red wig?”
“Naw girl, he dying his dreads red. It looks really cute.”
“Oh, I definitely need to see this.”
“I’ll send you a pic.” Tami grabbed her cell phone off the bed and looked down at it. “Jay is outside waiting for me. You sure you don’t want to go?”
“No, maybe next year.”
“Okay well, I’m out.”
Tamika grabbed her black Hogwarts costume cape off the chair. She dashed out the bedroom door with me a few paces behind her.
I knew Tami wasn’t coming home. These conventions were all-day events. I used the entire day to get caught up on my work. I had been sitting Indian style on my bed with my laptop for hours. I had multiple forms of papers sprawled out in front of me. I had already put on my pajama shorts and a tank top. I even put my hair up in a scarf. I had put acne cream on my cheek and forehead hours ago. I’d only stopped working to eat lunch and dinner.
I’d lost track of the time when my cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. I reached for my phone and looked at the time, 10:22pm. I opened my cell to a picture of Tami at Wizard Con. It was a picture of her and Jay posted up looking like a cool hood witch and wizard. I smiled while looking at the photo. These two were perfect for each other, both crazy and silly. Jay had really dyed his dreadlocks a bright reddish-orange. It fit his costume perfectly.
As I held my cell, it started ringing in my hand. Startled, I nervously dropped the cell phone on the carpet. I bent over the edge of the bed to scoop up the phone. I almost fell out of the bed grabbing my cell off the carpet. I accepted the call before it stopped ringing.
“Hello.”
“What are you doing?” Brandon’s voice warmed me.
“Ah, nothing just—”
“I want to see you.”
“You want to see me?” I repeated like I hadn’t heard him the first time.
“Yes, I need to see you.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“It’s late.”
“No, it’s not. Don’t make up an excuse.”
“I’m not.”
“ I know you want to see me as much as I want to see you.”
“And how do you know that?” I pressed.
“You called it men’s intuition.” I couldn’t believe he listened when I talked. “What’s your address?”
“You’re trying to come over now?”
“Right now. Yes, I’m coming over now.”
“That’s fast.”
“That’s whatever. Tanya, give me your address.”
“You’re serious?” I asked, although it was clear he was serious.
“Yes.”
“What are we going to do when you get here?”
“We will talk in person instead of over the phone.”
“Just talk?”
“Yep, just talk.” He gave that answer a bit too fast for me to believe him.
“What about what happened at the park?”
“What happened?” He pretended to not have a clue.
“In my car.”
“Oh yeah, that was a misunderstanding.”
“Really?”
“Well, more of an accident.”
“An accident?” I needed him to explain. It seemed rather deliberate to me.
“I kissed you on purpose because your lips looked delicious but my hand accidentally fell into your lap.”
“Really?” I giggled.
“Tanya, no bullshit, I want to hang out with you. We can do nothing, together.”
“Okay, I guess you can come by for a minute.”
“Cool. I need your address.”
“It’s 3949 Maplewood apartment number 202.”
“I will be there in an hour.”
“Wait. I didn’t tell you the town.”
“Oak Park, right?”
“How did you know?”
“That’s where the Tasty Dog is and you probably mentioned it.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“See you soon. Don’t fall asleep.”
“Okay.”
Brandon ended the call. I sat there in bed for a good fifteen seconds before I realize that Brandon was coming over to my apartment. I dropped my cell on the bed. I quickly gathered up the papers on my bed and shoved them into a file folder.
I jumped out of bed and started running around the room cleaning up. I threw my dirty clothes into the hamper. I tossed the random shoes sprawled on my floor inside my closet. I removed my headscarf and threw it into the hamper.
I only had one hour to get my shit together. I could take a quick shower or wash up. I opted for a shower. I needed to tidy up the living room. I needed to turn on the air freshener. Oh God, what was I going to do with my hair?
It was exactly an hour and three minutes when there was a knock at the front door. I rushed to the door. I changed into newer clean pajamas that looked like I could wear them out in public. My face was clean and clear. I didn’t want to wear makeup and look like I was trying too hard. I pulled my hair back into a neat ponytail. I took a deep breath before I looked out the front door peephole.
I unlocked and opened the door. Brandon was standing there with a single sunflower in his hand. He was dressed in classic bad-boy attire. He was wearing fitted, faded, and shredded blue jeans and a gray t-shirt exposing his many tattoos.
He smiled at me with his eyes. “Hey sexy.”
I smiled back, willing myself to be calm. “You bought me a flower, thanks.”
“I stole it out of someone’s yard.”
Brandon walked inside and I closed the door behind him.
“No, you didn’t.”
Brandon followed me down the hallway.
“Yes, I left the engine running. I jumped out of my truck and grabbed it off someone’s front lawn. A dog started barking. He chased me. I had to run back to my car.”
I glanced back at him. “For real?”
“Yes. I risked jail time for you. Is this the first time someone has stolen a flower for you?”
We entered the living room.
“Yes.”
“I’m glad I’m your first.”
Seeing him again sparked something in me. I was attracted to this guy. I should have worn layers.
“Have a seat.” I extended my hand to the couch.
Brandon took a seat on the couch that sat directly in front of the flat-screen TV.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked. “I don’t have beer or anything but I have wine.”
“No, I’m good. We should probably both be completely sober.”
“Yeah, right.” I agreed, even though I’ve never heard any man advocate for sobriety when alone with a woman. I was sort of impressed.
I sat in the lone chair across the room. I didn’t trust myself alone with a guy this fine.
“What were you doing tonight?”
“Nothing really. I was just catching up on some work from the office.”
“You work on the weekends?”
“Sometimes, I mean I don’t have to. I just don’t like letting things pile up.”
“I can understand that. Are you nervous?”
“Nervous?”
“About me being here.”
“Yeah.” I’m not sure why I decided to be honest.
“Why?” Brandon leaned back comfortably.
I placed my hands in my lap. “I just met you and you’re in my apartment. I barely know you.”
“Now is the time to get to know me. Ask me anything. What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know.” I couldn’t think of a question off the top of my head. I should’ve had an extensive list.
“I’m harmless.”
“Really?”
“Why are you sitting so far away?”
“Far away, we’re in the same room. I’m just sitting in a chair.”
“It doesn’t matter where you sit.”
“Why is that?”
Brandon stood and stalked over toward me. He stopped when he was standing right in front of me. I looked up at this tall and muscular man towering over me. I instantly felt anxious.
“What are you doing?” I asked because I was clueless.
He smirked. “This.”
Brandon bent over me. He took my chin in the palm of his hand. He leaned in and kissed me softly on my lips. I got the tingles, and I succumbed to his kiss. He reached around me with one hand and pulled my ponytail. His gentle tug tilted my head up, giving him access to my neck. He quickly knelt in front of me and hurriedly opened my legs.
He grabbed my knees and scooted my body toward him. He tugged at my gym shorts. I grabbed his hands to stop him. But his grip on my gym shorts grew even tighter. With little to no struggle on his part, he had my shorts at my ankles.
My brain was saying, wait. No. What? Stop! But my mouth never let any of those words come from my throat.
I squirmed, and as he dipped his head down in between her legs. He removed my panties and put his face back between my legs. This was happening. I just didn’t know what this was. My mouth gaped open as I looked down at the top of Brandon’s baldhead. I leaned back into the chair and surrendered to what was happening to me.
“Oh my God.” I sighed that out loud when Lord knows I should’ve kept that in my brain.
Brandon was a master. He sucked at my pussy lips. He lapped at my folds. He massaged my clit with his tongue, and I loved every minute of it.
Brandon wiped my fluid from his mouth. He stood looking down at me. “Where’s your bedroom?”
I didn’t know this was where this was going. I was being naïve. He wanted more than just to please me. I had to put the brakes on this before it went too far.
“I think we’re moving too fast.”
“It’s never too fast to get his cock.”
With a hasty tug, he pulled my arm. I tumbled forward and up out of my chair. The force was a bit much but not enough to dislocate my shoulder. I took that as a good sign. Brandon led me into the hallway. He turned to look at me.
“Which way, left or right?”
I said, “right.” Even though this felt so wrong. Brandon pulled me down the hall. He stopped at the door that led to my bedroom. Two steps and were inside. He guessed where the light switch was located because one second we were in utter darkness. The next second we were in bright light.
My heart was beating out of my chest. This wasn’t one of my whimsical daydreams. This was about to go down. He had already gone down on me. I had a leaky pussy to prove it. I was in full panic mode.
Earlier I’d seen the bulge begging to jump out of his jeans. I had to admit. I was intrigued. I wanted to see it. I wanted to touch it. And I really wanted to feel it deep inside me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t recognize who this nasty girl was, the girl that hijacked my thoughts. This chick was a bad bitch. She wanted to ride Brandon’s dick like it was a racehorse. I liked this nasty girl. She was DTF with the lights on.
All these wild thoughts swirled through my head while Brandon stood in front of me. His eyes were bluer, his shoulders were broader and his stance was taller as he looked down on me.
He raised his hand and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. His warm lips came crashing into mine. His tongue danced inside my mouth as his enormous hands raked the follicles of my scalp. His hands gave as much pleasure as his tongue. It was a bold, brazen move, but I reached down and rubbed the denim covering his manhood. I fought with the button and zipper of his jeans until I could pull them down under his dick and balls. I held his warm member in the palm of my hand to gage its length and girth. My fingers didn’t connect when I clasped him firmly in my palm. He was too big. I stroked the shaft and ran my fingers over his dick’s protruding veins. His dick felt heavy and colossal in my tiny hand. I couldn’t believe how blessed he was in the dick department. Feeling his massive meat was a treat. I couldn’t wait to see it.
Brandon released me from his kiss to pull his t-shirt over his head and toss it somewhere. That’s when I saw all the tats. His entire torso was a colorful work of art. He had the body of a grown ass man, a man that could fuck, hopefully. While I was admiring the artwork on his muscular chest, he was removing my pajama top. Since my panties and shorts were in the living room, I was now totally naked.
I glanced up at him and his entire face had changed. His jaw was clenched. His face appeared to be stressed. He looked like he’d punish me if I did anything wrong. My smiley Brandon was no longer smiling.
He grabbed my hair, jerking my head up toward the ceiling. It was abrupt and unexpected but his lips clamped on to neck before I could react. He sucked my skin like a starving vampire. He sucked so hard my knees buckled. He was holding me up on my toes by my hair. His ravenous tongue glided down my neck and landed on my breast. His tongue pulled my skin into his mouth until my nipple burned for release.
I moaned and squirmed as he twisted my breast in his hungry mouth. He was far from gentle. He was rough, and today rough was making my pussy wet as rain. A painful throb played between my thighs. I wanted to kill the throb. I wanted Brandon to kill the throb.
I reached down to hold his dick and my fingertips slid over the tip. He was oozing pre-cum, and I longed to taste him on my tongue. Nasty Latanya was ready to throw my ass in a circle.
Without so much as a warning, Brandon grabbed my wrist and swing me around. The back of my legs hit the bed. I didn’t know what was next. He picked me up and hoisted me in the air and tossed me. My heart lurched as I tumbled back and landed in the center on my bed. I watched him step out of his shoes and jeans. He crawled on the bed and placed his body between my open legs. He took my wrists and brutishly penned them above my hand. He had me right where he wanted me. Changing my mind wasn’t an option. He was going to fuck me so I closed my eyes.
“Tanya, look at me.” Brandon’s voice rattled me.
I quickly opened my eyes to see him staring at me. He removed one of his hands from my wrist because he only needed one to restrain me. His free hand slapped the inside of my leg. He whacked me so hard a tear formed in the corner of my eye.
I didn’t have time to cry because he shoved his dick deep into me and I hollered to the heavens. He split me open quickly and painfully.
“AHHH!”
He started fucking me hard and fast. He was pounding so rapidly we were emitting a smacking sound. He hadn’t even been inside me long enough to make me come, but I felt an orgasm on this horizon.
A few words echoed in the back of my brain. No condom. No condom. No condom.
Fuck! It was too late. He was already pounding away and thrusting his gigantic dick all in my guts.
“Christ, you feel like a fucking virgin.” He grunted, and that turned me on.
“Uhhhh!” I moaned. I spread my legs as far as I could.
His thrusts were precise, and everyone came crashing
down with meaning and purpose. He was beating my pussy up. I had to remember to breathe.
Brandon’s head dipped down toward my ear. “I love black pussy.” He groaned into my neck.
I was supposed to be offended. I really knew I should be shocked and appalled but his dick was so bomb I was going to like him talk shit. I felt a wave of satisfaction mixed with eternal gratitude coming my way. His animalistic movements became so wild I could tell he was on his way to a hard climax.
“Oh god, Brandon, please don’t come in me.” I cried out.
“Or what?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. My body vibrated and jerked under his movements. He jammed into me, and I knew he did not pull out. He intentionally discharged all his monstrous cum in me. The bastard. His body shook as the aftershocks caused me to contract around his dick. I was too exhausted to bitch about the unprotected sex. He released my wrists and toppled down on top of me.
I remember thinking that was the best sex I’ve ever had. I also remember thinking I cannot believe I fucked a stranger, and I fucked a stranger without a condom. I didn’t have any other thoughts after that.
Something jarred me out of my sleep.
KNOCK! KNOCK! It was the sound of knocking. I opened my crusty eyes and looked to my left. Brandon was shirtless and sleeping on his stomach beside me. He looked peaceful and sexy. He didn’t move as I lifted the bedsheet to take a glance at his sexy ass naked body. His ass was like a chiseled, perfect rock.
Last night it happened. Sex happened, and it happened multiple times throughout the night. Yay me! I got the stuffing knocked out of my egg McMuffin.
KNOCK! KNOCK! There was more knocking at the front door of my apartment.
I carefully scooted out of bed. I didn’t want to wake the beautiful stranger beside me. I grabbed Brandon’s gray t-shirt off the floor and slipped it over my head to cover my naked body.
I hurried out of the bedroom, hoping to get to the front door before there was another knock. Well, that was the hope.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
I wished Tami would stop forgetting her damn key. My bare feet rushed down the hallway. I made it to the front door and unlocked it. I opened the door, ready to be irate. I was going to give her grumpy Smurf, grouchy Smurf, pissed off Smurf, and I had enough Smurf.