Natasha: Trust Issues

Chapter Six (Continued).

**Warning! Graphic**

November 16 2012

We finished watching the rest of Obsessed and started to watch Chocolate City. That movie had me feeling some type of way. If I didn't love black men before, I certainly did now! I looked over at Darryl a few times to admire the chocolate sexiness sitting just opposite me. The figure hugging shirt he wore showed the outline of his abs. By the time it was 9 o'clock I'd had enough something needed to be done. My knickers were moist with my natural juices – not piss this time, luckily.

"I'll be right back" I said as I rushed out the room.

I ran up to Bree's room and searched through her underwear drawer for a lingerie set. I knew she had a few; I'd caught a glimpse of them when she did her laundry a few weeks back.

I needed something to impress him, show him that I was a real woman and not some little girl.

I found the perfect set at the bottom of the drawer, a red and black lace bra and thong set, it was a size too big, but I'd make it work. This was sure to turn him on.

My mum once said to me; "if you want something, go and get it. Don't expect it to come to you." This would probably be the one and only time I'd use her advice. I was determined to sample some of his goodies.

I went into my room and put it on, my boobs were a bit small in the lace bra, but I still pulled it off. I put on some mascara, done a little winged liner and smeared lipgloss onto my lips. I brushed my hair up into a messy bun and checked myself out in the full length mirror on the wall.

I need something to finish it all off I thought to myself.

I went into Lucille's room and put on her Louboutins. She was short so we wore the same sized shoes.

I went back into my room and put on my bathrobe before checking myself out one more time and going downstairs.

"You been gone a minute" Darryl said not lifting his gaze off the TV.

"Yeah, I had to make sure everything was perfect." I purred.

"What?" Darryl looked at me with a bemused look on his face.

I looked him in the eyes and dropped my bathrobe.

His eyes widened.

"Tash, what the fuck are you doing!?"

I saw his member rising beneath his tracksuit bottoms. I bit my lip.

"C'mon Darryl, I know you want it" I said seductively as I strutted towards him in his mothers shoes. Just as I was about to reach him where he was sat on the sofa, my left ankle gave way and I went hurling down.

I managed to manoeuvre myself in a way where I'd land right in front of him.

Just my fucking luck I said to myself in my head.

"Are you okay?" he asked helping me up onto the sofa.

"Yes, I'm fine." I looked down into his crotch; he was at full attention, I licked my lips. I was soaking.

"Aren't you like thirteen? Why are you doing this?" he asked once he realised what I was looking at. He covered himself with his fist.

"Fourteen and a half." I said merely; "but age ain't nothing but a number, Darryl."

I moved his hand away from his crotch and felt his member through his tracksuit. It was rock hard; what a hypocrite. He wanted this as much as I did, he didn't even move my hand away from him.

His breathing got faster as I pulled it out his boxers. It was big. I circled the head as I played with the clear juices that leaked out the tip. Darryl's breathing continued to go faster just as I opened my mouth to swallow it whole.

Just as it touched my tongue, he jumped up and pinned me down on the sofa; his legs at both sides of mine.

Darryl started to kiss me roughly, his teeth banged against mine a few times but I didn't care. I was in ecstasy

His tongue twisted and weaved along with mine aggressively as he reached his hand down towards my kitty kat and inserted two fingers. I flinched slightly, this time in delight as he thrust his fingers inside me. I felt myself get wet as my fluids made its way onto his hands.

He sat down beside me on the sofa and beckoned me to get on my knees; I obeyed. And he waved his member in my face and I took it in my hand and sucked it dry.

When I was done, I wiped my mouth and got up to sit beside him.

"Age really ain't nothing but a number." He panted

"I told you" I said as I went to kiss him on the lips.

He put his hand up, stopping me from doing so.

"We didn't fuck, so nothing happened, you got that?" He spat as he got up and pulled up his clothing.

"Yes daddy." I winked.

He screwed his face up at me. "Erm, I'm going to bed, night." He said awkwardly as he made his way to the loft converted bedroom.

I turned off the PlayStation and went upstairs to put Lucille's heels back into the box. I took off the bra and panties and stuffed them at the bottom of my laundry basket so that no one would see it.

I changed back into my normal clothes and went back downstairs to watch some normal TV.

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At a few minutes past midnight, Bree staggered in drunk. I ran to the door and helped her in. She was beyond wasted, it was hilarious.

"Isss... Lu-Lu seel home y-yet?" she hiccupped.

"No, get to bed and sleep this shit off" I said as I helped her up the stairs. I aided her as she changed into her pyjamas and dipped into her bed.

Just as I reached the bottom of the staircase, Lucille clambered in through the front door.

"You alright, hun?" She said out of breath.

"Yeah, I'm just getting a glass of water then I'm going to bed."

"Oh alright, so you've met my Darry then?

"Yeah, he was lovely."

"Ohh, that's great. I'm taking us all out to eat tomorrow. My treat" she said while taking off her coat.

"Hmm, sounds nice... well, goodnight, Lucille." I walked off with a wicked grin plastered across my face.

If only she knew. Ha.