Months passed and I continued satisfying my lust for sex seeing Bill when he could get away and filling in the times he couldn't with Steve and his amazing youthful rock-hard cock.
It's often said that all good things come to an end, and I discovered how painful that end can be when Bill announced out of the clear blue that he couldn't see me any longer. Apparently, his comment long ago that he would never leave his wife Tess was becoming reality. She had accepted a position as head of student counseling at a very large school district in California and as the good husband, he would be moving to the west coast with her.
I was devastated, and sternly rejected his suggestion that we have one last fuck for old times. I knew deep inside that my relationship with Bill would never go beyond what it had been. I was his concubine, available to satisfy his cravings and fetishes that his wife wouldn't or couldn't gratify. I would move on from him and perhaps find a replacement at some time in the not too distant future. Until that time, I still had Steve Kozmel, who unknowingly served to fulfill my needs very well, and on the night, Bill dumped me, my needs overwhelmed me.
"Ms. Walker, what a pleasant surprise," Steve said answering my call.
"Are you busy tonight?" I asked.
He paused for a moment and then answered, "I'm just hangin with my buddy Frank."
"Oh okay, never mind I don't want to ruin your evening," I answered.
"We're just smoking some blunts and watching porn on the internet," he replied.
I laughed and then said, "That sounds like fun."
I heard Steve's muffled voice and assumed he'd placed his hand over the speaker to talk to his friend.
"Wanna join us?" he asked.
"Love to, Steve," I answered.
"Great, I'm at Frank's place do you need a ride?" he asked.
"Nope, just give me the address," I said.
"It's 50 West Main Street, apartment 2-B," he replied.
"I can be there in half an hour."
"See you then," he said before disconnecting our call.
I was dressed in a tight pair of blue jeans and changed to a white pullover tee-shirt not bothering with a bra. Slipping on a pair of black heels and donning a waist-length black leather jacket I headed to my car. I'd replaced my tired old Volvo months before with a newer version of the same make.
As I drove toward Main Street I wondered if Steve was or had filled Frank in on our sexual history, I'd know soon enough.
I pulled up in front of Frank's apartment building but had to drive a half block beyond to find a space, and as I walked toward his building, I spotted a couple of black guys walking on the other side of Main Street. Of course, they noticed me and as they j-walked toward me I grew a little concerned.
"Hey mamma, what's shakin?" One of them remarked as they stepped up on the curb.
"Not interested," I sternly replied trying to sidestep them both.
"How can you not be interested in what we can offer," he answered.
I was only a few steps from Frank's building, but I knew if I tried a mad dash for the door, they'd intercept me, so I decided to talk my way out of their obvious offer.
"I'd love to see what you two have to offer, but I have two big burly friends waiting for me in that building," I said pointing to the entry of 50 West Main.
"Well, if you change your mind, and wanna enjoy some big black cock, my place is right down the street." He replied pointing toward the buildings across the street.
"Which one is it?" I asked.
"On the corner, 59 West Main, apartment one." He answered.
"Got it, I'll keep your offer in mind," I said knowing I'd not need to remember the number.
I turned and walked the short distance to Frank's building and open the door stepping into a dimly lit entry hall. The inside door was locked so I searched for the doorbell for apartment 2-B and pushed it twice. A few seconds later the buzzer on the inside door sounded and I pushed it open stepping into the first-floor hall.
"Up here," I heard Steve say from the second floor.
I started up the narrow staircase lighted by a single light bulb on the landing. Steve appeared at the top of the stairs and said, "Good to see you, Gen."
"I'm horny as hell," I said as I took his hand in mine.
He smiled, squeezed my hand, and then replied, "Is that so."
Frank's apartment, a small one-bedroom unit, was furnished with second-hand furniture that had seen better days. The couch was covered with a large blanket which I'm sure hid both wear and stains. The entire place was littered with empty pizza boxes, beer cans, and liquor bottles. The ashtray on the coffee table was overflowing with cigarettes and more than a few pot roaches.
"This is Frank," Steve said introducing his buddy to me.
Frank didn't stand up but looked toward me with bloodshot droopy eyes and then said, "What's up."
He was clearly drunk and stoned making me think he'd not be of much use to help me with my horny state.
The one thing that impressed me about his entire place was the huge television mounted on the wall in front of the couch, and as Steve had mentioned earlier a porn movie was playing on the big screen.
"Want a beer?" Steve asked as I slipped my jacket off.
"Sure, is there someplace I can hang this?" I replied holding my jacket over my forearm.
"I'll take it," he replied then headed toward the kitchen to grab my beer.
"Can I sit here?" I asked Frank, who was studying the sexy blonde sucking a rock-hard cock on the screen.
"Whatever," Frank replied showing no interest in me.
Steve returned and as he sat down beside me handed me a bottle of beer. "I'll roll us a fresh blunt," he said.
I crossed my legs and as I waved one sexy heel for Frank to see I leaned a little toward him and quietly said, "She's not much of a cock sucker."
He seemed somewhat surprised that I would critique her oral skills and answered, "She could suck my cock anytime."
