I know I should have stayed away from Missy. I knew she was trouble the day I saw her in that little cheerleading outfit. God only knows why she was wearing it. She isn't a cheerleader, but she has the body of a demon slut, enough to drive any man crazy.
Her husband, he's nice. But you can tell he doesn't know how to keep a girl like Missy in line; not like how she needs to be kept.
I knew she liked having a black man for a neighbor, and boy did that bitch like teasing me. I coach basketball at the high school, so I leave for work a little late. Missy always used to make sure she was outside, wearing something that made me go to work with major blue balls. Now, she knows better. I've taught Missy a few things since her husband started traveling for business.
One Saturday she came knocking on my door at ten in the morning wearing a little black dress. That thing rode up just under her little ass and plunged all the way down between her round titties, all the way to her navel. Fuck.
She said "Morning Nate", and all I could think was how good she'd look bent over my couch in those high heels, with my black cock buried deep in her pussy.
She'd gotten me out of bed. I was wearing underpants and that was it. Anyone else, and I would of slipped on jeans. But I knew Missy wouldn't mind.
I looked her up and down real slow, saw the way the dress didn't have sides, just sort of came together in a little bunch right under her tits, and God, I wanted to touch all that pretty pink skin showing.
She stuck out a long leg, and said, "You think red shoes go with this dress?"
I looked in her eyes and said, "Depends. What you gonna do in the dress?"
She wasn't ready for that. I could tell by how she blushed. I was always real nice to her, but damn, she came on the wrong morning. I woke up with a hard on, and nothing but my hand to get some relief, and she interrupted me, so I didn't even get that.
I saw her swallow before she said, "Just out to dinner."
"Yeah?" I said, my eyes on her tits. "Then what?"
I loved how they came together under the dress, and how they stood up, all perky, without a bra. Her nipples were hard. I wondered if she was wet too.
"Nothing. Then we come home," she said, losing some of that cockiness she always came to my door with.
"You and your husband?" I looked at her legs. The dress ended real high up, and clung to her. It made me wanna grab her hips, and pull her inside my house.
"No. He's not back 'til Monday. Me and my girlfriends, we're going out tonight."
"Looking like that?" My eyes were back on her tits. I wanted to pull the dress back, set them free, twist her nipples, make her whimper.
She put her little hand on her hip. "Like what?"
"Fuckable," I said, looking in her eyes.
She turned so red, and got so pissed, I thought she was gonna slap me. "You can't say that to me."
I let my hand slide down to my shorts. Didn't touch my dick, but it made her look down and see how hard I was. "I just did."
It was the first time she'd seen my cock through anything but pants. I think she got scared.
"I better go," she said.
"Why?"
I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't take it anymore.
