After paying the bill and finishing our meals, I walked her out.
"So do you wanna come by my place" I ask hesitating a little.
"I can't, I have to get to work early tomorrow, but thanks" She smiles.
"Can I take you home at least" I laugh.
"Well, that would be nice" She teases a little. I open the door for her and she climbs in with a shy smile on her face. My eyes light up at her as I notice her blushing and trying to stay hidden behind my tinted windows. She turns the volume up loud, the car shaking as we head down the road to her house.
Both our windows are down, the neighbors and average city people giving us dirty looks but I could careless. I snuck a couple glances at her as I was driving and she was just so beautiful.
She was the type of girl you wanted to wake up to every morning in your t-shirts. The type of woman that made you wanna work hard to supple for her and her needs. She was just so beautiful on the inside that it made her drop dead gorgeous on the outside.
We got to her house and I turned the music down. It was a little past 6:30 but the sky was dark.
"Hey thanks for this, I had fun. Your not to bad Skip" She giggles as she's pulling her keys out.
"Anytime Judy" I say and she laughs again.
"Night" She waves bye and slides into her house, slowly closing the door behind her. She didn't even give me time to get out and make a move. Would that have been childish?
I head home, music banging, windows down and all I could think about was that smirk Kristen had on her face when I opened the door for her.
The minute I got home, I took a shower and messaged her. She responded quick enough and then it began. That was the first night we stayed up hours messaging each other.
Me - Wanna come over tmrw?
Kristen - What time?
Me - I'll pick you up after your shift?
Kristen - Okay sounds good
Every night, I'd pick her up after her shift and she'd come home with me. HOME. We didn't need to have sex because her beautiful smile was satisfying enough. She'd watch the game, wrestle, pig out on wings and poppers with me.
A month into this undefined relationship, Kristie (my nickname for her because I'm soooo clever), was over and I attempted to make chicken for her with rice and salad but I burnt the chicken, dropped the rice bowl all over the counter and left the vegetables in the store AFTER I PAYED FOR THEM. Plus Kristie showed up early so I got down on my knees and presented her a brunt chicken and a floor cover in rice.
"Wow nice one hot shot, what type of woman doesn't know how to prepare a meal?" She laughs.
"Woman?" I question.
She looks me up and down, smiles and nods in agreement to her earlier statement.
"Yes woman" She giggles. I drop the burnt chicken on the "rice flooring" and throw her over my shoulders. I was expecting her to scream at me, begging me to let her down but she just let's it happen. A few seconds later I fell her hand smack MY ASS and a little voice say "Damn boy, booty for days"
I ran over and placed her body on the couch underneath me. She giggles, her eyes bright, staring deep into mine.
I concentrate on her features, the way the redness spreads down her cheeks, the way she pouts her lips when she's thinking, how her eyes tell a story and I'm just so interested in every page.
"What?" She smiles.
"Nothing" I smirk and lean in to kiss her. Our lips match perfectly as I run my fingers through her hair. I kiss down her neck, tasting her sweet skin, inhaling her breath like oxygen. My hands flow down her body, unraveling her clothes, clenched against her skin and begin to place each item on the floor.
Once were both completely undressed, I take her in my arms and carry her to my room. The lights are already dimmed, candles burning and the bed made perfectly. I set her down and study her curves. I slowly make my way down her thighs, kissing her lightly until I'm at her pussy. I lick up and down, listening to her moaning lightly.
She runs her soft hands through my hair, enjoying the feeling of my lips against her body.
Once I finish, I float my body up above hers again. Her eyes are closed until she feels me glide up to her glowing smile. Her hands fall down my chest to my dick, where she begins rubbing it against her pussy.
I smile, her eyes staring into mine, full of a balanced combination of love and lust. As she continues to tease me, I kiss all down her neck, imagining my property marks when we wake tomorrow. A few moment later, I slowly slide inside her, the gasp of passion blowing out at me coming from her pursed lips.
We make love for hours, the best sex I've ever had. It was meaningful, she was a queen, beauty of a goddess, mind beyond brilliant and I so badly wanted to be her king. I wanted to make every wish she had come true. Was I falling in love? And was I good enough for a girl like that? Not even close. But people can change and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make her happy.
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Losowe"My name is James. I'm 6'2, 260 pounds (all muscle baby) and my friends call me a man-whore. Why you ask? Well it's simple. I like to fuck. Ever since high school, I've had a lot of sex and girls that have fucked before, are boring to me. I can't te...
