"Yeah," she laughed. "We don't have to say that thing."
"But I do love you, Bianka," I said playfully, risking being overheard that time.
"Well, you can keep it to yourself," she smiled back.
"But I want the world to know how much I love you," I continued, figuring that taking an overly joking tone was better than being serious. Otherwise, we might reveal how close we were actually getting to each other. It wasn’t something a couple guys would normally worry about. But Bianka was a woman still, regardless of her sexual preference. This was different than a typical bromance.
"Yeah, the world doesn't really need to know either," she said with a smirk. "Nobody cares."
"What?" I faked being appalled by her statement.
"Yeah, nobody really cares that you are falling in love with a lesbian," she replied, turning away. I wasn't sure what to make of it. Was she being serious? Or taking the joke to a more dangerous level. I was scared to say the wrong thing, so I stayed quiet instead. The motion of the swing slowed unintentionally, forcing the mood to turn more thoughtful.
"I guess I shouldn't have said that," she said, keeping her face the other direction. "I just wanted to make sure you know that I know. Before I leave tonight. Just in case."
"What is it that you know?" I asked in a low voice, almost too afraid to say it aloud.
"The same thing that you know about me," she replied, finally turning to face me. There was no humor to her expression. "Anyway," she said an instant later, jumping off the swing. "I need to grab my stuff and get started. It will be dark enough by the time I pass the new fence and enter the woods."
I quickly slid off the swing and grabbed her by the arm. She turned to face me, looking scared. She never had that fear in her eyes before a life-threatening task. Her worry was regarding our relationship.
"Don't I get one last hug before you go?" I asked, trying not to sound needy.
She slid into my open arms, and I held onto her for a while. She did not attempt to pull away. I didn’t really care what wave of rumors the gesture might launch.
"Please be careful," I finally whispered, placing my mouth to her cheek. "I don't want to lose you."
"You won't," she answered, quickly turning to place her lips against mine ever so briefly. Then she pulled away, jogging into the house, never looking back over her shoulder.
CHAPTER SEVEN:
I sat on the edge of my bed staring at my bare feet. Or the hardwood floor. I wasn't really looking at anything. Instead, I was worrying about Bianka and Alexa. What kind of trouble could my new best friend come across? With her special stealth abilities, I shouldn't be overly concerned. Particularly her advantages in the dark should put my mind at ease. But my growing fondness for her was blocking that logic.
I should be more worried about what my dear Alexa was possibly going through. But that had been weighing heavy on my mind ever since she disappeared. It wasn't until now that I had two gorgeous blondes to stress over while they were gone.
I had pulled off all my clothes except for my boxers. Knowing Riley's dreadful condition, or at least that was how my mind insisted on considering it, I decided to keep underpants on to make her more comfortable. Of course, I knew that she didn't outwardly give a shit about that. I could dance around naked, even smack her in the face with it, and it wouldn't appear to phase her in the least. She was a special woman, and that was why I left my boxers on.
It was bedtime, but as predicted, I was not feeling very sleepy. Though I couldn't help it, I knew that I was giving Riley another chore to do. She would feel compelled to help me relax and get some rest. I fully expected her to join me on my side of the bed, possibly beginning a shoulder massage. It was not the first time that she would try to reduce my stress in that way.
Riley had on her gigantic white cotton underwear, still. I was sure that under it was something to bandage her situation, though it was too thin to notice without glaring. I was pretty sure that a smaller pair of undergarments would be sufficient. It must be a mood thing that called for what she referred to as grandma's underpants.
She did have on a lovely white silk pajama top. It was left unbuttoned to hang like a jacket, her small breasts and flat belly clearly visible as she moved around. When she sat in the cushioned chair in the corner I turned to see if she was planning to read a book. It had happened before, but those were different situations than tonight. Her hands were empty, however. And her eyes were on me, smiling as if she was privy to an inside joke.
I squinted at her, trying to get her to reveal what she was doing. When I finally opened my mouth to ask, she placed one finger to her lips to quiet me. I shook my head and relented. Apparently, she wanted me to wait for something to happen. She had planned for this moment, and it didn’t involve her being at my side. Or on her knees in front of me. Intrigue overruled my disappointment.
A moment later there was a very quiet knock at the bedroom door. Riley did not budge to check it. Did I forget to tell someone good night? It was possible, in my concerned state. Or, was there news already from Bianka? Unlikely. It had to be a visitor invited by my wife.
Before I could get up to answer the door, it opened slowly. Stepping silently into the room was Jamila, wearing a thin negligee robe over some damn sexy orange bra and panties, a matching set that could have been featured on one of those catalogs. And Jamila was the perfect model for them.
"Whoa," was all that I could say.
The sexy little thing smiled as she placed her finger to her lips tantalizingly. She slowly placed one leg in front of the other as she crept toward me. The movement was an exaggeration meant to be seductive. I understood what she was doing. It was her stripper routine. She was here to give me a lap dance. Riley had orchestrated this distraction for me. But that meant that Riley must know that Jamila used to be an exotic dancer.
I fought the urge to turn toward Riley and ask. It wasn't much of a fight since I was totally entranced by what I saw before me. I could clarify that information later, though it seemed completely unnecessary.
Jamila was also wearing a pair of high heels that had to be challenging to walk in. They were not quite five inches high like a stripper's, but likely the best that she could find in her size. She raised her right leg when she got close and rubbed her ankle against the inside of my left thigh. After a few seconds, she did the same with the other leg.
Her facial expressions and the licking of her lips must have been well rehearsed from her previous life. The seduction appeared to come naturally for her. I was certain that she had been very successful at the job. What man wouldn't give his hard-earned cash to experience this?
Using her tiny hands, she gently pushed my knees farther apart. I watched with fascination as she then turned around to show me her perfect little light brown ass, barely covered by a double strapped thong. I hoped her next move was to shove it in my face. I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to tongue her between the legs, though. That would get me kicked out of the club, but rules in my bedroom would be more relaxed, I assumed. That depended on how far she wanted to go with this charade to keep it realistic.
Instead of backing it up to my face, she dropped that fine ass down like it was to the beat of the music and rubbed it against my thighs slowly. I was mesmerized by her skill of teasing. My erection was growing at an alarming rate for me, though she probably was used to that response from the men that she entertained.
Jamila gripped my knees as she pushed back against my crotch. There was no disguising my arousal. She must have expected it because she didn't flinch or pull away. No, she rubbed her tiny little ass cheeks back and forth against the tip of my rod as it pushed my boxers to near their limits.
She giggled when she turned around to face me. When she raised one leg to my shoulder, I couldn't resist caressing her slender calf with my hand. In the club that might not be acceptable. Happily, she didn't complain. I was delighted with the lap dance presentation but the threat of a bouncer coming to her rescu
e would have been a turn off.
She leaned toward me, sliding that slender limb up my shoulder. I watched closely as the crotch of her panties struggled to conceal the lovely lips of her vagina. I almost reached for it, but she began pulling away to continue the dance. I was a bit surprised that she didn't request music for this methodical routine. Or for Riley to hand me a stack of single dollar bills. Twenties would be suitable for her level of talent, though.
Jamila repeated the sequence one more time, slightly quicker on the second go. She could probably sense my impatience. I was delighted when she moved to straddle my lap after that, placing her arms around my shoulders. She used a slight rocking motion then to simulate sex.
"Can I touch?" I asked.
"Yes, baby," she whispered, her voice adjusted for the customer service experience. "You can do whatever you want." I was especially glad that she didn't add for the right price.
I slid my hands up her velvety thighs as she continued, then up to her thin waist. I skipped by her meager breasts and caressed her back causing her to lean closer. My lips found her chest, then her neck, then her face. She kissed me passionately then, pressing her little tongue into my eager mouth. I was pretty sure that was not part of her typical lap dance routine. The rocking of her body changed as well to something less rehearsed.
I removed her negligee top and let it slide silently to the floor. Next came her bright orange bra that contrasted her light brown skin awesomely. My lips darted between her mouth and her perky little titties. I took each small nipple in my mouth in turn, flicking the point with my tongue. She responded with some heavy breathing that was only slightly exaggerated.
I had never been to a gentlemen’s club, but I had seen many depictions of them in the movies. The dirty talking and raunchiness of those scenes were not my style. I always told myself that I wouldn’t want a strange woman to do that to me in front of a room full of people. But here in my bedroom, with Jamila somehow already knowing what worked for me, I was thoroughly enjoying the experience. Dialog was not necessary.
When I slid one forearm between her legs, she raised up for me, showing no confusion over my intent. I pulled her body toward me placing her pussy against my puckered lips. I unhurriedly worked my tongue around the fabric of her orange thong for a minute before she tugged it off and rested it on the top of my head, flashing me a smile that would put any man under her spell.
I wanted to continue to eat her pussy. It looked so incredibly delicious to me. Perfectly shaved, tight little lips slightly darker than the creamy brown skin around them. I was quickly disappointed when she pulled it away from me.
Patiently I waited to see what was coming next. Surely, she wasn't going back to teasing me after I just had my mouth on her. Slowly she turned around to show me her ass, looking back for my approval. Was she going to bend over and have me eat her from behind? I was fine with that. Any position that put that thing on my mouth was going to work for me.
I almost grabbed her thighs to urgently pull her to me when she placed her hands on the floor. Before I could react, she raised her right leg and swung it wide to rest her knee on my right shoulder. Then her left knee went to my other shoulder. She was upside down with her vagina winking at me.
I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and pulled it to my mouth quickly. I licked it all over then pushing my tongue inside as far as I could. She was wet, but not drenching me yet. That was good, because I wanted to spend a lot of time licking her there.
Her hands raised off the floor since I was able to hold her full weight against my chest. She then fished my boner out of my shorts as her shoulders rested on my thighs. A moment later I felt her moist mouth around me. One hand around the shaft, she began bobbing her little mouth up and down on me. It was amazing, but I did my best to concentrate on my contribution.
It was hard to remember that Riley was still in the room until I heard a moan from behind me. She must be turned on by the scene before her and touching herself. I preferred that over her watching with mild curiosity. If it weren't for the situation, I would do my best to get her involved. But honestly, Jamila was all that I was going to need to satisfy me tonight. At the current rate, it wasn’t going to take long either.
After a couple wonderful minutes of the upright sixty-nine position, I felt Jamila begin to pull away. Maybe all the blood was rushing to her pretty little head down there. I graciously let her go. Once she returned to her feet, she spun around and quickly dropped to her knees without a word. After pulling off my boxers, I watched as she leisurely stroked my shaft while licking my balls. The incredible sight combined with the sensation was too much. I was seriously worried that I wouldn't last another minute. Thankfully, she recognized my rapid breaths and released my erection.
After a gorgeous smile, she turned around again. Lowering her ass onto me, she reached between her legs to guide my chubby pecker into her. I patiently waited as she slowly worked me all the way into her tight hole. Then, the lap dance returned with a vengeance.
Moaning sexily, she bounced her petite and sexy body up and down on my lap until I was ready to explode. When I franticly grabbed at her hips, she immediately stopped. My heavy breathing and constricting muscles let her know my situation. She patiently waited while catching her breath.
After I calmed down, she whispered over her shoulder, "Where do you want to shoot it, baby?"
Oh my God! This was unreal! I couldn't believe this was actually happening. After all my fantasizing, it turned out to be even better than I thought possible. "Wherever you want it," I replied. I figured that she didn't want to take a chance on getting pregnant but didn't know what she considered the options to be. My first girlfriend stroked my semen onto a towel. It was more than a little impersonal, but this experience was so good already, I would take whatever release that Jamila wanted to give me. Except maybe smacking it with a hairbrush.
Cautiously she pulled off of me, trying not to provide enough friction to send me over the top. Then she returned to her knees and smiled at me. "Give it to me," she demanded in her soft voice. She grabbed my boner but didn't start stroking again until her mouth was around one of my testicles. Looking up at me with those big eyes she then began working me feverishly.
Behind me Riley was groaning loudly, saying, "Do it, Mason!" And I did. I couldn't hold it any longer. To her credit, Jamila did not stop what she was doing until I grabbed her hand and made her stop. I gasped for air while Riley's orgasm was noisily grinding down behind me.
When I finally released my grip on Jamila, she stood up and leaned toward me. She was an utter mess. Her lovely dark hair was more than just disheveled. It was going to be very sticky soon. As were portions of her face.
"I'm so sorry, Jamila," I told her, my limbs and abdomen still twitching. "I didn't mean to..."
"Don't be sorry," she replied with a smile leaning even closer. I was thinking, oh girl, as beautiful as you are, please don't try to kiss me right now. Thankfully, she didn't. "Did you enjoy it?" she asked, which had to be the most rhetorical question of all time. I simply laughed as my reply. She already knew.
Returning upright, she gave Riley a smile and sexy wave before gathering her clothes and heading back out the door. I finally turned to look at my wife, still seated in the chair.
"Did you see that?" I asked. I was still struggling to process what had just happened. The lap dance was arousing to say the least. The sex with Jamila was beyond amazing. And the finish was completely over the top. I would never expect another person to do that. But there was something incredibly attractive about a woman that sacrificed her own dignity for my brief moment of ecstasy. I would never be able to look at her the same way again.
"Yes, I did," Riley replied before crawling onto the bed beside me. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it so much."
"Apparently you did, too," I told her.
She laughed then pulled me down to lay on the bed. I rested my face on her shoulder as she pulled me to her like I was her chil
d. After a moment, she said, "Your breath smells like Jamila’s pussy."
I debated on my reply, then finally decided to say, "I'm never going to brush my teeth again."
When the laughter died down, I realized that Riley's plan had worked. I felt myself getting sleepy. I was concerned for Bianka, but optimistic that I would soon have Alexa back. If anyone could find her, it was my feline warrior friend. But then came the realization that I just had sex with the woman that my wife had forbidden to share my bed. Once she found out, how would this go over?
A little while later I felt the bed move, stirring me out of my slumber. Someone just sat down beside me. I was awaking from a dream where Alexa returned to find me banging Jamila doggy-style on the bathroom floor. I was unable to stop thrusting into the tiny woman from behind as my wife watched on in horror. I instinctively covered my privates with my hands as I fought to open my eyes to reality.
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