I looked down at my bonded ankles, the curve of my hips and the gentle slopes of my breast. I sighed “how did I get here?” I thought to myself. I am a good girl. Good girls don’t end up handcuffed to strangers’ beds. I tried to shake myself free. But, a not too gentle hand came down and slapped my thigh.
“Stop fighting!” a strong gentle voice commanded.
I was the quintessential good girl, always have been. I went to school and got good grades because that was what my parents expected. I got into a good university and studied hard because that what good girls do. I didn’t rebel in college like everybody else because I didn’t leave home to go to college. I drove to school and back home. I have never been drunk or even been to a party. My parents monopolized my weekends. I never really complained because it was fun and I loved hanging out my parents and my brother Kevin.
I had one boyfriend my whole life, Michael, who my parents loved. He was the good guy to my good girl. He was from the neighbourhood. A boy who never really made a move except to sneak a kiss or two on the couch while we were alone watching tv in my parents’ living room. We waited until college (way into college) to go all the way and it was nice but no fireworks. But what did good girls know about sex? I have never had an orgasm from sex. I discovered orgasms by accident, just like porn. I saw a video on the computer that my brother was using and got the urge to cross my leg one day and I did. Best decision of my life! But being the good girl I am, porn was for special occasions like birthdays or Valentine’s Day. Good girls never do things like that.
After college, I got a decent job that I excelled at and waited for Michael to propose. Everyone knew we were going to get married because that what you expect from the good girl and the good guy. The years came and they went, but no proposal.
I guess that’s where my good girl monologue ends.
I was running late for work on a Monday when my phone beeped to signal that a message had just come in. I saw Michael’s name and smiled expecting a good morning text from my man instead, I got the shock of my life.
I know this is a punk move but I didn’t know how else to tell you. I need to be honest with myself and with you.
“What the hell?” I thought.
Beep. Another message came in
I have struggled for years to suppress these feelings but I need to be true to myself. I need some space to sort out these feelings that I am having…. so I am going to France today to figure it out.
I waited for another message to say just kidding but it never came. Finally, it dawned on me. “Did this asshole just dump me? What the hell” I suddenly felt like the air had been sucked out from around me. I dialled his number and it went straight to voicemail. I mumbled something about not understanding what’s going on and begged him to call me.
I texted 911 to Shaunie, who is my best friend. I told her Michael dumped me. She said she was on her way. I dialled Michael’s number again but it still went to voicemail. What the hell was going on? Was this the twilight zone?
I called into work and requested the day. My supervisor was shocked. I never asked for day-offs and barely took sick days but she said it was okay. I thanked her, hung up and tried to call Michael again. The call went straight to voicemail.
Shaunie found me in bed with the covers drawn over my head and curtains closed. She got into bed with me and just hugged me.
“I bought vodka!” she whispered and offered me the bottle in a sympathetic gesture.
“I don’t drink” I wailed.
“I know you don’t drink but you can have a shot or two.” Shaunie has been trying to get me to drink since high school. She is definitely the opposite of me. She was the wild child I have always wanted to be but was way too afraid to be.
“I am the perfect wife, I have done everything right. Why? Why would he leave?” I wailed. It felt as if my heart was torn out of my chest. Never have I felt this kind of pain before. “I had it all planned: our wedding, our kids, our house, our whole lives. How could he do this to me? How? Why?” I sobbed my heart-wrenching tears.
“You want honesty or you want me to make you feel better?” Shaunie asked quietly.
“What’d you mean?” I sobbed “I wouldn’t make a good wife? Huh? What kind of friend are you?”
“Ok, so you want me to make you feel better! You are smart, very beautiful great personality and fun to be around. You can cook damn good too and very ambitious. I could go on and on”
I sobbed while she spoke but I realized she was very quiet. We sat in silence for a few minutes.
“I want to hear the honesty,” I said quietly. Shaunie stared at me for a bit and took a deep breath.
“Well I have two hard facts for you and you’re probably not gonna like either of them. One, you’re a tad bit boring” I throw a pillow at her which she sighted “and two Michael’s gay”
“What the fuck! Shaunie! He’s not! I know my man and he’s not gay!”
“Just look at the text, struggling to suppress feelings.” Shaunie sighed “but that’s beside the point I am glad he’s going to be living his truth”
“He’s not fucking gay. I would have known if I was with a gay man! Since I am so boring you can fucking leave! Now!” Shaunie started to say something but she saw my expression and knew I was really mad. She thought better of it. She took her bottle of vodka and left.
I spent the rest of the day crying my eyes out and calling Michael’s number. After the 100th voicemail, I decided to stop. I got some calls from Shaunie but I sent her to voicemail. I called my boss and told her I was too sick to come in and needed a few days and she said no problem. I ended the day in bed. At 11, I decided to call Michael one last time hoping that he would tell me he was just joking. That after ten years he was just playing. However this time I didn’t get a voicemail I was told the number was no longer in service. Things were getting worse!
Two days later I finally got out a bed. I got up to answer the door. Which probably wasn’t closed but I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door to a big teddy bear with sorry on it. My heart soared for a moment I thought it was Michael. But, then I saw that it was the only Shaunie. My heart fell as I said, “o it’s just you.” I was really mad the other day but I needed a friend so I allowed her to hug me and I cried some more. We embraced in my doorway for what seemed like forever as I cried my ugly cry. I was so exhausted. She broke the hug and dragged me inside the apartment.
“I bought food this time. When was the last time you ate?
I thought about it, I haven’t been hungry and I haven’t really moved from my bed. I wasn’t going to lie the food smelt lovely. I reached for the bag but she slapped away my hand.
“You need a shower!” She exclaimed. I sniffed myself. The heifer was right I stunk but bathing hasn’t been a priority the last few days. I hardly slept. I dreamed about the past and the breakup. But I guess Shaunie was right.
“Fine!” I said. Twenty minutes later I really did feel like a new woman and I was a little bit hungry. As I came out of the shower I noticed there was light in my apartment and a crisp clean smell. Shaunie had changed my sheets and sprayed some air freshener. I never knew I needed that but I did.
We sat down to eat and she started sharing the food. It was Chinese, my favourite. I thanked her for the food and her presence. She poured a glass of red wine, I was going to say no but instead, I downed the glass of wine and asked for another. Shaunie was shocked but she poured another one. Thirty minutes later I was full and all the way drunk.
“You know what Shaunie? You were right I am boring. But nowhere does it say good girls are supposed to be exciting you know what I mean. My dad always said I have to be the best. Get good grades, do good at sports, go to college, get married. They never said just be fun!”
“I don’t think you’re boring Alissa. I just think you can be so much more!”
“Let’s go out Shaunie. Let’s go to a club,” I suggested.
“Its 5 pm on a Wednesday afternoon Alissa.”
“Ok Alissa, we will go to a bar”
I beamed happily. I don’t know why but leaving the house sounded good to me.
“Yes, I love it. What should I wear? Jeans and a t-shirt?” At that moment, it dawned on me. I have never been to a bar and I had no idea what to wear. All my dresses were loose-fitting and at a modest length. Frumpy really.
“As a part of my apology phase, I will buy you something.” Shaunie offered.
“You could just lend me something we are almost the same size,” I said as I eyed Shaunie’s five- two appearance. She was a beautiful woman she has golden brown tawny skin, a round face and high wide cheekbones high forehead and tiny nose. Her sparkling brown chocolate eyes spoke of sass and love. We were definitely not the same size.
“I could but it’s much more fun to go shopping,” Shaunie said as she picked up our purses and started for the door. I followed
Several hours and dollars later, I looked in the mirror and wondered who was looking back at me. I didn’t know this girl. I never thought I was ugly just your average black girl. I wasn’t necessarily tall I was the average height at five-six and two shades lighter than brown chocolate. I had thick processed hair that was a little below my shoulder blades. I never wore it down only after a fresh perm. I had an oval face with brown eyes and full lips. My best feature was my hazel eyes that my mom says I got from her grandmother. Her eyes were also light with flecks of green. Everything else was from my dad a 6-foot dark chocolate man. My small bridgeless nose and heart-shaped lips were all his just a lot more feminine. Would they approve of me going to a bar? They probably wouldn’t but right now I didn’t care I just wanted to forget the pain.
I looked down at the blush backless dress again and smiled. The back was all strings all the way down to my butt. Shaunie had picked it but I loved it. I would never pick something like this. I would be too afraid. My nipples and my curves would be on display. I felt naked. I can’t do this! I started to panic
“Stop it Alissa” Shaunie had sensed my fear. “Come on stop worrying, you will spoil your makeup.” I had never worn this much make up in my life. According to Shaunie, I had on foundation, eyeshadow, contour, blush, highlight lip liner eyeliner and lipstick. All I have ever owned was foundation and eyeliner and lip gloss. The difference was remarkable.
“You sure there is makeup left in your case?’
“Tons, makeup artist remember?”
“I have always admired that about you, you choose something you love,” I said almost sorrowfully.
“You can too, you know.”
“I love accounting!” I said quietly not really sure if I loved it or my dad loved it. “I do.”
“Anywho, I think we are ready?” Shaunie announced
“You’re not getting all dolled up too?” I asked
“Nah tonight is your night; we can do that Friday for your first official girls’ night”
The bar was kinda a letdown but Shaunie said it’s just Wednesday and people were home. There wasn’t much to see. There was a dim, poorly lit room with some tables and chairs, some couches and a counter behind which there was an array of alcohol. She ordered two mojitos for us and motioned for us to sit at the counter. I took a tentative sip of my mojito the taste of alcohol was like a slap in the face. Shaunie caught my reaction and almost died laughing at my scrunched up face. She told me to keep drinking, it gets better. Two mojitos and a shot later, I was on cloud nine. I danced with a white guy who kept on telling me how beautiful I was. He invited us to another bar which I begged Shaunie to go. It was pretty much the same as the first except it had more people than the previous one and way better music too. We danced all night and I gave him my number. At 2 am it was time to go home. The last thing I remember saying to Shaunie was that I hadn’t thought of Michael, not one time tonight.
“Is this hell?” I asked as I threw up the contents of my stomach the next morning. Shaunie chortled at my plight.
“Nah you’re just hungover. Here drink this” Shaunie handed me a blood-red concoction that tasted nastier than it looked.
“What the fuck?”
“Just drink and shut up” she led me to my bed after I drank the concoction and washed out my mouth. “On a scale of one to ten how much fun was last night?”
I thought about it for a while and then said “about seven”
“Well, I am glad you finally allowed me to take you out. I have always wanted you to just let down your hair. At 26 it’s late but hey it’s better late than never.”
I laughed but she was right. It felt good just to have fun with no expectations, no worries. I was free to do whatever I wanted; No one to judge me or remind me of who I was and where I was from.
We settled in silence as I winched at my headache. Shaunie brought some painkillers and anti-acid. “Here take these you will feel better.” I swallowed the pills and drank some water. A few minutes later Shaunie asked, “You know what’s good for a breakup?”
“What?” I asked
“A makeover” I laughed out loud but was quickly reminded to be still by my pounding head.
“Hear me out though. I mean you never do anything to your hair but add perm to it. All your clothes are frumpy for your age” I began to feel uncomfortable again but she touched my hand. “Last night was fun right? Just live a little, be bad -a little and if you don’t like it, we can always go back. New hair to go with your new clothes. What do you say?”
“You know what Shaunie? You’re right! Let’s do it.” I got up suddenly but quickly changed my mind when my temples felt like they were exploding. “But, later after I nap!”
Friday had come fast and furious. I looked around the mess that was my room and felt a tang of panic.
“Relax, Alissa, You’re messing up my blending” Shaunie commented
“Sorry I’m just nervous”
“Nobody gets nervous about going to the club. It’s all about having fun and enjoying yourself. Now go put the black shiny mini dress, while I finish my face”
I looked in the mirror at my reflection and damn I looked hot. Shaunie did a black smoking eye on me and I loved it. This 20-inch Peruvian body wave sew in wasn’t bad either. I looked a lot different from I did on Monday. I liked it. I tried on the black dress I had bought on Wednesday it hugged my wide hips and flat stomach well. Shaunie was right. I had been a tad bit boring. Is this what Michael wanted? Is this what he went to Paris to find? Fun?
“Ready? Our ride will be downstairs soon” Shaunie said breaking my chain of thought.
‘Yea just let me get my purse.” I said as I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I saw that was my eyes were glassy with unshed tears. Shaunie saw it too and dabbed my eyes for me.
“He’s a fool for leaving,” she said
“Thanks,” I mumbled.
The club was loud! That was the first thing I noticed. The second thing I noticed was it was dark and third it was crowded. This was definitely not the bar.
“Hey, gorgeous,” it was Mitch the white guy from Wednesday. “Fancy seeing you here!”
I laughed because I remembered telling him I was going to be here. “You came!” I said excitedly.
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Mitch was hot for a white guy. He was tall and brawny with wide shoulders and a buff chest. His nose was slightly crooked which suggested that he had broken it before. He wore a black t-shirt and blue skinny jeans that were skin-tight. He completed his outfit with a pair of black sneakers.
Shaunie came over with two fruity drinks and waved at Mitch.
“Next round is on me” Mitch Announced. We danced and drank the night away. I never had so much fun in my life.
Three months and copious amounts of alcohol later, I sat on the park bench cooling down after my run with Shaunie. I had taken up exercising. Shaunie suggested it when I complained about missing Michael and surprisingly it really helped. My body has been looking amazing in my new tight ass skinny jeans and heels that have replaced my frumpy dresses.
The last three months have put a lot of things into perspective for me. One new perspective was that my relationship with Michael had really fizzled out long before he took off. Some days I even think he was right to break it off. I probably wouldn’t have had the strength or courage to do it. But, how he did it still hurt a whole lot. Another new perspective was being a good girl was overrated. I can still be a good girl and embraced being sexy and even enjoy it.
“Has your dad calmed down yet or is he still threatening to kill Michael?” Asked Shaunie, her voice disturbed my sombre moment.
“I don’t know yet I am still banned from mentioning his name” I laughed. Two weeks after the break up I had to tell my family that Michael ran off to France to sort out his feelings. Since then he has deleted his Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. At first, it was really hard but I guess out of sight is really out of mind. I still have my days where I miss him so much it hurts but his silence has helped a lot.
“How is Mitch?” Shaunie asked.
“We are just good friends I don’t see it going further than that.” I said firmly “I am not ready to dip into the white pond or any pond really,” I said as I laughed out loud
“Oh” came the suspicious response from Shaunie.
“What do you mean ‘oh’? What have you done?”
“I thought you finally got over Michael and ready to date”
“And I may or may not have” Shaunie paused suspiciously “….signed you up for Tinder”
“You did what?” I almost shouted, “what the hell is Tinder?”
“It’s just a little dating app.”
“No, hell no! The fuck Shaunie! You’re really out there!”
“Come on Alissa face it. You were never in love with Michael. He was just safe. He was the good guy to your good girl.” She looked me dead in the eye as she said: “The last three months you’ve felt more alive than you ever have. But don’t you miss orgasms?”
“I don’t know…” I said aloud as I thought about it “Michael has never given me one”
“What? Are you serious? Not even from oral?
“We have never had oral sex. It’s always just regular sex……. in the dark.” I confessed “I asked once. He got really mad and said that’s what freaks do if I wanted a freak or to be a freak? I was so embarrassed I just dropped it.”
“That settles it! We are doing tinder.” Shaunie proclaimed. You could see the wheels in her head turning. “I have a bride later but when I am done I am coming over with wine and we are going to find you a hot guy to suck on that clit of yours!”
I burst out laughing. Leave it to Shaunie.
At seven the doorbell rang and I knew it was Shaunie.
“You need a key,” I said as I opened the door.
“Give me Michael’s” she responded. We laughed as I took the bottle of wine from her. I opened it and took two glasses from the cupboard. I have begun enjoying the taste of wine and have since added wine glasses to my list of new things. I plopped down on the couch beside Shaunie.
“Let’s get my coochie ate,” I said. Shaunie high fived me as we laughed our asses off.
Two glasses of wine and what felt like a hundred swipes later I finally saw someone worth stopping for. I examined the picture. A bald, caramel skin, bearded guy with the sexiest lips I have ever seen looked back at me. He reminded me of Shemar Moore and I have always had a thing for Shemar Moore. The guy obviously worked out. His muscular chest and toned arms pecs screamed gym buff. My eyes devoured every exposed inch of skin I could see.
“He’s the one,” I said to Shaunie. “What do I do now?”
“And say what?” I asked in a panicky voice
“How about, hi?” she supplied sounding a bit annoyed.
I took a gulp of wine and went for it.
Within a few seconds, I got a response.
I squealed at Shaunie and showed her the phone. “What do I do? What do I do?” Shaunie took the phone out of my hands with a few seconds she informed me that I had a date tomorrow for drinks.
“Shaunie I can’t do this I have never been with another man besides Michael. I have never even kissed somebody else. What do I say? What do I do?” I started hyperventilating.
“Well, first we better get your coochie waxed.”
I threw a pillow at her head “I can’t with you. Be serious”
“Just feel him out, talk. You’re a great girl. If there is no chemistry we go back to the drawing board.”
“Ok,” I said and drank some more wine
“But you are getting that wax.”
O boy what did I sign up for?
I checked my reflection. Red was a bold colour, but these last few months I was feeling bold so this red hair suited me. My boss won’t be happy but he will just have to deal with it; A fresh new weave, a fresh new dress and a freshly shaved kitty cat.
I was nervous about the low v cut of my black and gold bodycon dress but Shaunie said I have great boobs. I have never really thought about my boobs like that. They were generous and round. Mitch seemed to stare at them a lot. So maybe Shaunie was right. I turned around and checked out my butt. It was nice, tight and round- thanks to my new workout regime. My dress was topped off by some beautiful red Bottoms that Shaunie loaned me. We may not be the same size in clothes but in shoes, we were a perfect match. I kept the jewellery bear with just dangling earrings. I looked sexy and I felt sexy. A little too much for drinks but hey, it’s my first date ever. Shaunie gave me a beautiful beat. She said it was called a nude eye; she paired it with a bright red lip colour that complimented my skin tone perfectly. My phone beeped. It was Shaunie.
Have you left yet?
I texted back, leaving out now.
Good, let him taste it if he wants to 🙂
I looked down on my watch for the tenth time, he was late. I thought about leaving or letting one of the other men who had been gawking at me all night buy me a drink but I just wanted to go home and cry. What was I thinking? This was a crazy idea and I should have never let Shaunie talk me into this.
I took out my phone to text Shaunie to tell her that I was going home when I suddenly felt a change in the air. I could sense his presence as he walked—no, glided—up to my table. I could smell his cologne. Mmm, he smelled like heaven. He was wearing all black. A black buttoned-down shirt and black slacks. His shirt was unbuttoned and you could see smooth beautiful caramel skin. His chest was chiseled, like the rest of him. His bald head was shaved smooth, like his face, and his thick lips encased perfectly straight white teeth. He looked slightly embarrassed. “Have you eaten? I think I owe you dinner”
I shook my head not trusting my own voice. He ordered a table in the restaurant and a waitress escorted us there.
“So you’re Alissa” he stated
“So you’re Andreas” I answered
We chatted about ourselves as we waited for our dinner. Andreas was thirty-two, a lawyer who was too busy to date. His brother had actually set up a tinder account for him as a joke. He was actually going to delete it when my message came in. I told him I was a charted account and single as well. I left out the part about my ex running off to France to get away from me. I didn’t want to scare him off too.
Dinner was actually pleasant and easy. The restaurant was really upscale and classy with a black tablecloth and silver cutlery. If that didn’t scream expensive, the menu did; it was three hundred dollars for a three-course meal. Andreas really went all out.
My phone beeped and Shaunie name and message came up
Does he look like his picture? Or is he ugly? Girl spill!!!
I rolled my eyes
“Do you have somewhere else to be?” he asked
“Nope” I replied
“Good! Do you wanna come back to my place?” he asked in his smooth baritone voice
Nope! Good girls never do that? But it had been so long almost eight months! My Vagina said yes yes yes but my head said hell no run fast girl. I opened my mouth to say no but yes came out instead.
“Great I actually live two streets over. We could walk” He called the waitress to come over and paid the bill and left a hefty tip. Andreas was scoring points all around.
My vagina rejoiced and my heart almost pounded out of my chest. My head asked me what the hell was I thinking. My vagina promptly told her to, shut the fuck up! We walked and talked all the way there. He showed some sites in the neighbourhood. We came to his building which did not look cheap. So it seemed Mr. Lawyer had some money. When we got to the elevator he pushed eight and the doors closed. We were alone for the very first time. He turned to me said there is something I have been meaning to do all night. He gently engulfed in his arms. He tentatively touched his lips to my forehead, then my nose, lastly his surprisingly soft lips touched my lips and I melted. l leaned against the wall of the elevator and he leaned into me. He used his lips to gentle caress mine and I was lost. Ding! The doors of the elevator opened and brought me out of my fog and reminded us we were still in public. We exited the elevator and he unlocked his door.
“Welcome to my place, have a seat, make yourself at home. Can I offer you a drink? Is there anything you would like?”
“Red wine, if you have it?”
“Sure no problem” he turned on some R&B music and I started to relax.
My phone beeped and another text from Shaunie came in. Ho is you not going to text me?
He’s gorgeous, sexy and very single. ttyl
Andreas handed me my wine and sat down. “So tell me, Alissa Davis, what do you like?”
“Well, Andreas Thomas, I like foot massages” Andreas took off the red bottoms and began rubbing my tired feet. We were quiet for a few blissful minutes.
“Do you like this?”
“It’s awesome, thank you. I haven’t had a foot massage in almost four months.”
“Well, I am glad you’re enjoying it? What else do you like?”
“Well, I have discovered that I like your kisses” Andreas smiled as he reached in and gently touched his lips to mine. He deepened the kiss and used his tongue to open my mouth. With his tongue, he gently caressed my tongue then gently sucked on my tongue. He broke the kiss to gently kiss my neck. He placed several gentle kisses from my neck down to my collar bone. I shuddered. He gently slid down the top of my dress, ran his lips across my hard excited nipples. He did his gentle sucking on my small dark nipple that was now as hard as a pebble. He flicked his tongue back and forth on. As he sucked onto them one by one I felt my pussy pounding for more. I almost died from the sensation. I’ve never felt this deep craving desire for more. He trailed across my chest to the other nipple. I arched my back, I don’t why I just knew I wanted more.
“Where else do you like your kisses? On that pretty pink pussy?”
Without thinking I just answered “I have never had that done before”
Andreas smiled as he hiked up my dress all the way up to my chest. He looked deep into my eyes as he took off my itty bitty black panties. He kissed my navel and left a wet trail all the way down to my groin. He paused as I sucked in deeply. I felt his hands against the inside of my thighs slowly moving up to my vagina. He gently put a finger inside me “god you’re tight and wet’ he said as he removed his finger and used the wet tips to gently make circles on my clit.
I let out a heavy breath and mumble something unintelligible even to my ears. He took my leg and kissed my knee then made a trail of light butterfly kisses all the way to my inner thighs. He gently bit me in the apex of my thigh and groin and I squirmed. He gently kissed the top of my vagina and grabbed my other leg. I giggled and shook my head. He repeated the process again. He came to the top of my vagina again and inhaled deeply. “You smell so good.”
If black people blushed, I was definitely blushing. Slowly (and I mean slowly) he ran his tongue across my clit as I screamed “oh my god” my body wanted more, I cried and moaned for more. He grabbed my legs and forced my legs to open wider as he stared at my hard clit and dripping pussy. He used his thumb to move back the foreskin of my clit as he teased the tip with his thick soft lips. He wrapped his thick lips around my clit and skin and sucked like there was an airtight vacuum cleaner in his mouth. He then flicked his tongue back and forth while humming to a gentle beat on my clit. I thrashed and moaned. I started grinding against his face. O fuck was it always like this? I grabbed his head and started to grind into his face, I was losing myself. I wanted more!
As my head went back and my mouth opened from the climactic explosion he stuck his finger into my mouth. I was losing myself; as soon as he pulled his finger from mouth I felt it deep in my pussy. With a back and forth motion my whole pelvis area lifted off the couch. He continued sucking, licking and flicking his tongue around my clit. My legs began shaking. I didn’t know what was happening. This has never happened to me before. I pushed away his head but he grabbed my hand and continued his assault on my vagina. I came so hard I thought my soul left my body.
He smiled up at me I quickly looked away. “That was amazing”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet”
“That was my very first orgasm”
“Well, we have to work on that” He picked me up and took me to his room. He sat on the bed and put me on his lap. He opened the top drawer of his nightstand I thought he was going to take out a condom instead he took out a feather. He traced the feather along my neck and over my nipples and I felt another gushing sensation
“I wanna try something will you let me?” Andreas looked deep into my eyes and asked. I should have said no but orgasms were addictive. He gently laid me on the bed and blindfolded me. “Relax” He whispered against my ear.
Ten minutes later Alissa looked down at her bonded ankles, the curve of her hips and the gentle slopes of her breast. She sighed “how did I get here?” she thought to herself. I am a good girl. Good girls don’t end up handcuffed to strangers’ beds. She tried to shake herself free. A not too gentle hand came down and slapped her thigh.
“Andreas, I’m not too sure about this,” I said in a soft doubtful voice.
Instead of answering me, he took his pink feather and began tracing it down my torso and stopped at the top of my thighs near my groin. He continued his tracing with the feather down my inner thigh, my leg to the bottoms of feet. I laughed so hard and relaxed. I watched as he popped a perfectly manicured toe in his mouth. It was the most exquisite feeling I had ever felt. He then used the feather to go up the length of my body. He gently put his weight on me and for the first time, I felt the very thick bulge in his pants against my vagina.
“How many first are we knocking out?” He asked.
“Quite a few of them” I answered lazily. I was beyond relaxed at this point. Almost forgot I was handcuffed to his bed.
“Good,” he said as he uncuffed my legs and took off his shorts. I inhaled sharply at the sight of his massive erection. He smirked and asked if I liked what I saw. I quickly closed my eyes. He laughed. I kept my eyes shut as I heard the distinct opening of a condom wrapper.
“Your body is so beautiful, I just want to kiss you all over,” he said and he did.
I am not sure how much more of this I can take, I thought to myself.
Then I felt the gentle push against my vagina. He gently nudges forward and did a few short strokes until he felt I was ready then he did one big stoke. I sighed. Never have I felt this full before. I loved it.
“Hmmm, your pussy is so tight and so wet…for me….. All this pussy is for me?”
I couldn’t respond I was so turned on. My pupils were dilated and mouth half opened. I wanted this, I needed this. He bent my legs towards my chest and began pumping and rubbing my clit. He let go of my leg to palm my breast and gently squeezed it. With his other hand, he grabbed my neck and squeezed it. I flinched for a moment but then he told me again to relax. I wanted to reach out and touch him to feel his pecs under my fingers, but I was still bound to the bed. He laughed as if he read my mind. He continued to gently sneeze my neck as he not too gently filled my vagina with his thick throbbing cock. He stopped pumped and began making little circles with his pelvis that created the most delicious sensation against my clit. He kept changing the pace, faster then slower, rougher than softer. I was in heaven. Suddenly, he replaced his dick with his two fingers and did a come-hither motion while pressing down against my belly. The most intense orgasm started building within me. I felt it in every cell of my body. I was too overloaded with sensations I had to get away but I couldn’t move a bit. I started shaking, I was a little afraid, it felt as if a floodgate or dam had opened up inside me; In an instant, the bed was soaked with my juices.
“What the hell was that?” I asked when I could find my breath again.
“That, my dear, is called squirting.”
Sex with Michael has never been like this. I wanted more; I needed more. I could get hooked on this. Andreas gently uncuffed me and put me on my knees. He traced kisses down my back all the way to my ass. He used a wet finger and teased my anus. I tensed a little. “We aren’t there yet” he whispered as if anyone could hear us. He slapped my ass and teased my essence with his magnificent tongue and I almost died. This was truly heaven. I sighed when his mouth left my vagina but was quickly appeased when I felt his dick at the entrance of my vagina. He slid into my slick wet folds from behind. He placed his hand on the small of my back and pushed it down some more and assaulted my vagina while slapping the cheeks of my ass. He dominated my vagina and claimed it as his. He stopped and put two fingers in and did his little motion again. I started shaking violently and felt my juices running down my leg. This was his cue to remove his fingers. His manhood entered me hard and fast. He pounded out my pussy while holding on to my hips. I moaned so loud “yes daddy, fuck this pussy” I may have said some other things but I doubt it was English. His tempo became faster and hard and his moans louder. I instantly knew he was coming. I loved every moment of it. As he built up to his orgasm I felt the delicious tingly of an orgasm coming on. We both exploded as he shot his load in the condom. He continued with gentle pumps as I continued shaking. When he let go of my hips I melted in a pond of homelessness and for the first time in my life with this stranger, I was content.
“Sleep well little one’ he said as he kissed me on the forehead.
I murmured something and promptly fell asleep.
The next morning I work up in a stranger’s bed and instantly the shame of what I did came to me. I was ready to clear it. As I was gathering up my things Andreas came into the room with coffee. “I don’t know how you take your coffee, “he stopped suddenly “where you think you going?”
“What happened last night was great but that wasn’t me. I’m not that girl!” I said as I frantically tried to put on my dress.
“Alissa no one is judging you, what we did last night was awesome!” he said while taking the dress away from me “and I kinda really wanted to be the first to fuck you in the daytime”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Then squeal with delight when he bent down in front of me.
“So when do I get to meet lover boy?” asked Shaunie two weeks later at Sunday brunch.
“I am not sure we are there yet Shaunie. Right now I am just having amazing sex with someone I barely know! It’s so bad girl of me. I should be on Oxygen”
“Oxygen ain’t about that life anymore,” said Shaunie. We laughed as we sipped our mimosa.
“Where is our food? I am starving” I complained
“Me too. Hey Alissa isn’t that your little white lover boy Mitch”
“He’s not my lover” I counter at Shaunie while I waved at Mitch. He started in our direction
“Heya, gorgeous what are you doing here?”
“Just getting some breakfast, you?”
“O I am waiting on my little brother; he got back in town last week”
“Nice, wanna join us?” asked Shaunie
“Sure why not”
We combined our two tables and chatted about the last month. Mitch told us about his brother who has been out of the country for the last two years. He was studying at some fancy art school.
Mitch looked out the restaurant door which was behind my head and said here he comes.
A younger looking Mitch walked in. You could see the resemblance in their face but where Mitch was big and brawny; Mark was delicate and a bit feminine. He was wearing a very artsy looking outfit.
“Bonjour” he greeted us all. He hugged Mitch and you could tell there was real brotherly love there.
“Hey Markie, these are my friends Shaunie and Alissa”
“Alissa? Hmm I have heard that name before”
“From Mitch?” I asked smiling at him.
“No from me?” I heard a familiar voice from behind me. I turned around to come face to face my ex-boyfriend for the first time in almost seven months
Mark was the first one to break the ice. “Mitch this is the guy I told you about, my boyfriend Michael”
Shaunie was the first one to respond.
“I told you! I told ya” She shouted in the cafe.
I laughed as I exited the restaurant needing to get away as fast as possible.
“No, Michael, fuck you! You’re a piece of shit!” I shout for the whole street to hear. I had wanted to get that off my chest for the last few months. My phone chose that exact moment to beep! It was Andreas.
Where are you?
I responded with, on my way to you. I need to feel your tongue on me now!
“Alissa, I am sorry” I heard Michael say pitifully.
“You’re still talking?!” I screamed when my phone beeped again and Andreas message popped up.
I am ready
Michael held on to my door. Mark was at the door of the restaurant “Michael, let her go!”
“Shut up Mark” Michael responded. Mitch and Shaunie stood at the door of the cafe watching the scene unfold.
“Get the fuck away from my door before I run over your feet. Cuz’ I really fucking will today.” He saw that I was very serious when he looked into my eyes.
I drove away feeling a lot better knowing I had a dick appointment coming up.