(This is part one of a three- or four-part novella about two people who start a just-for-sex relationship on impulse. But have they bitten off more than they can chew?)
Him
So I'm walking down the street to get breakfast after dropping the car off at the dealer. It's still early, not many businesses open, modest traffic, but the sun's up and already starting to heat the sidewalk and asphalt. Ahead of me, walking slower than I am, there's a luscious looking chick in a faded denim skirt and camo tank top. Her skin is dark, her hair highlighted bronze and up in a knot at the back of her head. As I get a little closer, her color resolves itself from uncertain and dusky to a definite chocolate brown, and as I get closer still she glances over her shoulder just enough to give me a glimpse of her rich brown lips and softly rounded nose. Her eyes are hidden behind tortoiseshell sunglasses. She's wearing a backpack, but a small one. It leaves her shoulders bare and obvious. They're strong but curvy, as is her waist below the backpack. The pale denim skirt hits her mid-thigh, and it's full of her can -- round, broad, maybe a little too broad, and maybe her thighs are heavier than they could be, but it's still a great package.
She's walking much slower than I am. The space between us closes.
Ahead there's a stoplight, where I'm planning to take the crosswalk to the other side of the street. I don't want to zip around her just to get there first and have to wait, so I slow down a little. Then I have to slow down more, and more. I'm getting very close to her now. She throws a look over her shoulder again.
We reach the intersection, and she turns. Her eyes are still invisible behind the dark lenses, but there's a challenge in the expression on her smooth, dark, oval face, and a sharpness in the angle of her brows.
"You want some of this?" she asks, her arms moving just enough to emphasize that she's including her whole body in that pronoun.
"Um, look, I was just --"
"Coz if you want some of this, my apartment's right over there." She hooks a thumb over her finger toward a complex halfway down the block from our light.
"Geez," I say, taken aback. I don't know if she's making a serious offer or angrily mocking me for following her so close. Her tits are round and large within the camouflage pattern of her tank top, pushing it up and forward, cleaving together in a gorgeous molasses-colored valley inside her low-cut neckline. I try to keep my eyes off them. "I'm -- my car is in --"
Her face softens a little -- losing a fire of offense, or maybe losing enthusiasm for her proposition.
"Are you serious?" I ask, suddenly desperate to head off the second of those alternatives.
One sharp eyebrow perks back up again. The corners of her broad lips curve higher, and clean white teeth show between them. "I don't know. Are you?"
"I can be."
"All right then. Fuck all and let's go."
She turns and crosses through the intersection, legs pumping faster now, like she's got someplace to be. I keep up, eyes on the swish of her bottom in that skirt. She doesn't say anything, and I don't either. Once in a while, her head tilts back across that shoulder as if to make sure I'm not falling behind.
We reach the apartment complex. She cuts around behind the office to a nearby building, shucking her backpack as she gets to the stairs. On the way up, I continue watching her ass and legs while she finds her keys in the pack. Smooth, shadowy, brown, round, stepping up the stairs, wagging that tightly filled denim skirt back and forth as they move. Suddenly, we're at her door and she's unlocking it, stepping in, tossing her backpack and keys on a pass-through bar that opens onto the kitchen. It's a small place, dim and cheap, only a little furniture, all of it plain but not trashy.
"Through here," she says, looking back just long enough to check that I've closed the door before she glides down a short hall to the bedroom. By the time I join her, she's kicked off her shoes and is undoing the catch of her skirt, lowering its zipper.
I stare for a minute. The skirt slides down past her hips, revealing cocoa flesh in powder-blue cotton panties.
"We doing this thing, or what?" she asks. The sunglasses come off in one hand, held at an angle that looks like a command. Her eyes are deep and full of fire, with sensuous lids and perfect, luxuriant lashes.
"Uh, yeah," I say. Then, feeling stupid and insufficiently encouraging, I add, "Hell yeah."
She pulls her top off as I fumble with my belt and fly. My shoes don't cooperate either. Before I'm half out of my clothes, she's naked, standing before me.
Naked.
Her breasts jut aggressively from her chest, high and round, nipples as big as the tip of my pinkie, areolas as far across as my whole finger, all a rich, earthy loam color. Her belly curves out with a fecund cleanliness, smooth, perfect in its lush swell, punctuated at its lower end by trimmed pubic fuzz. She's got her hands on her hips, hips cocked, mouth in a lascivious smirk at my awkwardly undressing form.
"Come on, white boy, let's see what you've got."
I get my ankles free of my pants, yank my shirt over my head. In the moment I'm blinded by the motion, she steps forward and gets on one knee, her fingers seizing the waistband of my briefs. I throw the shirt away and look down at her wide-eyed, feeling my cock surge fiercely against the fabric of my shorts.
She brings the waistband down slowly, slowly, revealing my nest of brown curls, then the root of my dick, then an inch and two and three of shaft.
"Lookin' pretty good so far," she says with a grin up at me. She tugs the shorts down hard and I pop loose, my pole aimed straight for her face. Her hand circles quickly about my shaft. "Mm-hm, pretty good, all right."
From my angle, with her hand around me and her mouth
right there
, I completely expect her to lunge or ease forward and wrap those sweet, full lips over my tip.
Instead, she rises up from her knee, and as she does so, angles her head, spits a huge gobbet of saliva onto me, and uses her hand to quickly sheath my whole cock in the wet, slick fluid.
Then she lets go and spreads her arms and falls back onto the bed behind her. Her legs draw up. She scoots into place with her head against the pillows.
"Let's get to it, then," she says.
"Christ," I respond, then jump onto the mattress with her.
I crawl quickly into place, pulled forward by her hands as soon as my shoulders come within reach of them. She gets a hand down to guide my tool before I can do it myself. Her legs are up, I'm lowering forward and down onto her ...
"Fuuuckkk!" she groans as my cock goes in. She's damp and slick around me, tight, deep, flesh-soft and muscle-firm all at once.
"Shit," I gasp. "Nfh, that's -- oh my
god
, what a
pussy!
"
Her legs and arms wrap around me and that big mouth slurps up onto mine in a wet glide of lips and tongue. Lower, her pelvis rocks up to accept me even deeper into her cunt, grinding our crotches hotly together.
"Uh, mm." She withdraws the kiss and licks her lips, then seals her mouth back over mine and starts to hump.
I slide with her. She's amazingly strong. Her whole body moves to bring her slick vagina forward and back around me, to keep her clit pressed firmly against me. She's moaning and mumbling through our kiss. I'm working hard to keep up with her, to feel like I'm driving as powerfully into her as she's squeezing tight around me. Her tits are soft and huge against my chest, the nipples pressing into me, rubbing along my pectorals. Her stomach, curvaceous and smooth, stays in constant contact with mine. Her fingers dig their way along my spine, mostly the tips but sometimes the nails, never quite enough to hurt.
Belatedly, I realize something -- why, I don't know. Do I say anything? I have to.
"Crap, look, I didn't even think about a condom -- do we need to --"
"Fuck that shit," she says firmly, holding me tighter like she wants to make sure I don't pull out. "Just give it to me. Uhh! Squirt it up in me when you get there, I've got a piggy bank somewhere I can break open for Plan B money. Fuck me, you bastard!"
I laugh and get back to it, humping, driving. She's exquisite, a straightjacket of muscle and soft flesh trapping me, pulling back against every move I make, squeezing, inescapable. My cock feels every ripple and texture inside her cunt, hot and wet with her juices, exhaling her smell from our crotches with each thrust I ply into her.
"Yeah! Yes, fuck me like that!"
"Uhh! MMMnn -- that's good?"
"Fuckin' A! Oh -- oh, fuck, my cunt! You're doing it, you're doing it -- aaahhh..."
She's bucking beneath me like a hurricane sea. Her teeth are gritted, her moans squeezing out between them, her face a clench of peaking focus. My hard-on is an iron beam driven into the foundations of heaven to hold up the clouds. We're both sweating out a summer downpour, my white skin hydroplaning over her black body with every push I make into her gutteral depths.
"AHHH!" she yells in my ear, dragging me down onto her with all her strength. "AH-UH-UAAHH! I'm coming - fuck, coming so hard - ah, god, lay it INTO me!"
Her back arches powerfully enough to throw me off if it weren't for the vice-tight grip of her arms and legs holding me deep in the spasming tunnel of her snatch. I can't even move to make another thrust, she's wrapped so fastly around me.
"YESSSSSS! OH, YOU FUCKER! UHH! UHH!
UHHHH!
"
She collapses back, arms and legs now encircling me loosely instead of constricting anaconda-tight. I start fucking her again, smooth and slow. Her breath is all panting and moans.
"Oh, you've got a cock on you, boy," she whispers. "Oh, that's a cock."
I probe her with it, loving the way her flesh parts around me as I push in, suckles slickly as I draw back. "You like it, huh? You like this cock in you?"
