by L. A. Banks
Her logic was questionable, but it seemed to have worked for her.
“We’ll see.”
“You got on your new undies, right?”
I felt hot all over. “Yes,” I said in a hush.
“Good. And be sure to do that move you did that day in the kitchen.” She dropped her lipstick back in her purse and sauntered out.
I shook my head and followed.
When Mitch and I returned to my apartment there was, of course, that awkward “what now” moment. If I let him in how long should he stay. If he tried to get some should I give it up? What if he didn’t want to come in? What did that mean?
“Are you going to ask me in? If not, it’s cool, you know.”
I lowered my gaze in embarrassment as if he’d been reading my mind. “It’s been a while. I don’t even know the protocol anymore.”
He stepped closer and tilted my chin up with the tip of his finger. “Let me help you to remember.”
He lowered his head and his lips touched mine, gently at first then with just a little more pressure. I held my breath and savored the feel of his mouth against mine. Then his arms slipped around my waist, slipped a sweet tongue in my mouth and pulled me close. I felt his dick pressed up against me and it was rock hard. Oh, my.
“Hmm,” he murmured against my lips, then slowly eased away. “Just like I thought, sweet.” He looked down into my eyes and let me go. He braced his hands above me on either side of the door frame. “So is it coming back to you now?”
I swallowed. “I seem to be recalling a few things.” I stepped back and let him in.
We never made it to the bedroom, which was intentional on my part. Too much freaky shit was going on in there that I was in no position to explain to an almost stranger. In any case, Mitch didn’t seem to care one way or the other. It was clear that he wanted what I had and damn if I didn’t want to give it to him.
Mitch and I were tangled up together on the couch which had us both giggling like high schoolers. Through a series of twists and turns and some moves I didn’t know I had, I was out of my clothes and showcasing my hot pink Victoria’s Secret. Now that I was showing my stuff I wanted to see his package.
I pulled his sweater over his head and came face-to-face with his white wife-beater T-shirt. He had a strong chest and nice muscles, not overly pumped up but definitely in shape. I leaned close and kissed his neck, inhaling that luscious scent while running my fingers down his chest to the thick buckle at his waist.
“Let me,” he murmured against my hair.
I felt him fiddling with the belt then the sound of a zipper being lowered. He took my hand and pushed it inside the opening of his pants.
“Feel that? It’s all for you. Ready and willing.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock, imagining it in my mind. It was thick, not long but long enough, and smooth as butter and it pulsed in my hand every time I gave it a little squeeze.
“Stroke it,” he said.
So I did and he rotated his hips against my hand. I ran my thumb across the thick head and felt the first dew drops forming. Yeah, he was ready alright, but his ass better wait for me.
I let him go and reached behind me to unfasten my bra. My heavy breasts popped out in greeting.
Mitch’s eyes roved hungrily over my tits before sucking a nipple deep into his mouth.
Whew, my pussy started yammering. Mitch must have heard her calling because he expertly pushed two fingers inside me to pacify her. That only made her jump and holler some more.
“Damn girl, you’re hot and wet up in there and I can’t wait to get inside you.”
He somehow managed to shift our positions so that I was beneath him. I threw my right leg over the back of the couch and braced the other one up on the coffee table. Yeah, it was all coming back to me.
Mitch was heavy but I didn’t care. He leaned over me and dug around in his pants pocket coming up with a condom.
Tearing the packet open between his teeth, he sat up on his knees and pushed the condom along the length of his dick. He looked down and at me, slid his hands under my ass to lift me up then pushed himself inside me.
I just knew that first big thrust after not having dick in ages was going to be mind-blowing sensational.
I didn’t feel a thing. Nothing. I knew he was moving in and out of me, but it was as if it was happening to someone else and I couldn’t enjoy it. I knew my hips were bumping and grinding with him but I couldn’t feel shit. It was like my pussy was dead or had been shot with Novocain. I felt something inside me but it was like in the distance.
Mitch was moaning and muttering my name, telling me how good my hot juicy cunt felt.
“Oh, shiiiit baby…give it to me…yeah, just like that…open up some more sugar…”
He pulled me tighter and I worked my hips like a hula dancer. My legs were cocked wide open, my feet straight up in the air, my ass at least four inches off the couch. I had to feel something…had to. Sweat was rolling down my forehead. My tits had swollen to the size of small melons and I knew at any moment that Mitch was going to explode. So I worked faster, harder, digging in my heels and my nails.
“Ohhhhh, Gooooooddddddd!” he roared and rammed in me with such force I knew we were going through the couch.
For several moments he shook, trembled and pumped until he finally collapsed on top of me.
I stared up at the ceiling in disbelief, Mitch was weeping.
He pulled himself up and turned away from me. “I…I never felt anything like that before,” he whispered in a strange voice. “It was so good it was terrifying.” He turned and looked at me as if he expected to see someone else. He started going for his clothes. “I think I better go.”
I was so numb I didn’t give a shit what he did. I watched him get dressed. He leaned down and kissed me, mumbled something and walked out.
I’m not sure how long I sat there, but it was long enough to get a chill. That’s when I finally pulled myself together and got up.
I looked down on the floor to my heap of clothes and the discarded condom pack, the only indicators that some sexual act had taken place, because I still hadn’t felt a thing.
I know there are plenty of women who say they don’t feel anything during sex. But this was different. This wasn’t just about not coming, not having the Big O, this was about not even feeling his dick inside me. Period. At all. It was almost like he wasn’t there. I’m sure I was aroused. My pussy was still dripping wet. My nipples were hard as rocks, but I sure has hell didn’t feel like I’d just been fucked for the past hour.
Maybe my pussy was dead from non-use, I thought as I dragged myself to my bedroom. Or maybe I’d been lusting after Mel for so long that I really couldn’t enjoy a dick. What other explanation could there be?
Resigned to my dickless, cumless life I crawled into bed, turned off my light and prayed for sleep.
Chapter Four
* * *
I had just dozed off, at least I thought I had when I felt something heavy settle down on the edge of my bed. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t. And then began what I thought must be a dream, a hot, erotic dream.
I wanted to participate but it was as if I was a happy bystander that only needed to enjoy.
My entire body was humming, an internal heat coursed through my veins. Even though I knew I was fast asleep everything felt so real: the tugging and sucking of my tits, the hot kisses along my neck, the slender finger that slid in and out of my cattrap tickling and teasing me. I writhed and groaned for more. I bent my legs at the knees or rather they were bent for me somehow and spread wide.
And then something like I’ve never felt was inside me—thick, nobby, long and so hard it couldn’t have been real. It was so thick and pushing in so deep I knew that I was crying in my sleep. I tried to wake up to get away from the exquisite pain, but I couldn’t open my eyes, I couldn’t move.
It just kept dipping in and out almost in slow motion until my pussy got adjusted, open
ed and spread willingly and the tingle of excitement stirred deep in my belly. It felt like my entire being was filled with this wonderful dick of my dreams.
I wanted to give back as good as I was getting, but still I could not move. Only the dick. That thing of my dreams that was torturing me with pleasure.
The first time I came that night, I was sure I had died. The intensity of my climax was so hard and powerful that my heart and my breathing stopped. But the dick didn’t. It just kept going, kept pumping and rotating, twisting and turning in and out of me like it wasn’t connected to anything on the other end.
And then I came again, and again. I lost count and probably my mind.
At some point it finally stopped and I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
When I woke up I could barely move. All my joints ached as if I’d been tied up in knots for weeks. The only thing I could move, in the beginning, was my head.
I turned to look at the bedside clock and couldn’t believe that it was six o’clock in the evening. I’d slept for the entire day into the night. The sun was beginning to set. I felt a little chill and that’s when I noticed that my sheets and comforter were on the floor. I sat up just a bit and realized that my nightgown was twisted up around my neck and I was sitting in a very big wet spot in the center of my bed.
I was wide awake then. I sat up and stared down between my legs. My clit was so swollen I could see it peek out from beneath my pubic hair. Not to mention the purple bruises that ran along the inside of my thighs.
“What the—?” I switched on the bedside lamp just to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me.
I scrambled out of bed and darted to the full length bedroom mirror. I couldn’t believe what I saw. Something resembling handprints covered both my breasts and the center of my stomach like the imprint had been seared into my skin.
I covered my mouth to stifle the scream that was making a beeline up my throat then I started running in frantic circles trying to figure out what the hell happened to my creamy smooth high-yellow body.
That’s when it hit me. Mitch! That sonofabitch did this to me! “Shit, shit, shit. Wait till I talk to Mel. I’m never going to let her forget that she set me up with a fuckin’ sadist. Christ, look at me.” I faced the mirror. “And he didn’t even make me come.”
I frowned. All my thoughts started running together. Mitch…us on the couch…him exploding inside me like an atom bomb…me unfulfilled and pissed…someone fucking the hell outta me in my sleep.
I shook my head to dispel the images of my dream. That’s all it was, a dream, and that bastard Mitch put his marks all over me like I was cattle or something. Guess I needed that wicked fantasy to offset the disappointment, I concluded.
I looked down between my bruised thighs and my swollen clit twitched and pulsed. A shiver of delight ran up my spine. I wanted to touch it but decided it had experienced enough action for a while.
It was all too crazy. Nothing made sense other than me cussing Mel out the very first chance I got. I marched off best as I could to the bathroom. It was at that point, when my clit kept brushing against my pussy hairs and sending shock waves through my system, that I wondered how in the world men managed to walk around all day with dicks and not be in a constant state of hardness.
I started to run a tub of water when the phone rang. I turned the water off then went to pick up the phone in the bedroom. I sat down on the side, the telltale wet stain staring back at me.
“Hello?”
“Hey girl, what in the hell did you do to that boy last night?”
“What did I do to him?” I snapped with indignation.
“Tony has been running his mouth all day about how his boy won’t stop talking about you and can’t wait to see you again. You must have put something on him.”
I frowned. “Listen, your friend—” Something brushed against the back of my neck. I whipped my head around and swatted the air. Then something stroked the crack in my ass.
“Shit!” I dropped the phone and whirled around.
“Chris! Chris!”
I was down on all fours, searching the room like a hunter on Safari. Somebody was in my room.
The next thing I knew I was flipped over on my back and my legs got pushed apart. I tried to scream but I was paralyzed. The room grew dark, not like lights going out but more like me not being able to see.
And then it was inside me again. That same big thing that was in my dream. I couldn’t wake up, couldn’t move, all I could do was lay there and suffer in silent ecstasy.
Then all of a sudden it stopped and I could hear Mel screaming into the phone like a madwoman. My vision slowly began to clear and the room came back into focus.
I reached across the floor and pulled the phone toward me. My hands were shaking like leaves in winter.
“M-Mel, I…I gotta call you back.”
“What the hell is going on over there? I heard you squealing and moaning like…Is Mitch there? Girl you should have told me you had company. Damn. I’ll catch you later. You go get yours.” She giggled and hung up.
I lay there on the floor with the dial tone humming so long that the operator came on the line to tell me I had a phone off the hook.
I crawled to my hands and knees and finally stood up. My head spun. What the hell was going on? Was I hallucinating? Did that bastard slip something in my drink last night? Whatever was happening it was scaring the shit out of me but I knew if I told anyone, even Mel, they’d think I was nuts. For that matter, I thought I was nuts.
But I wasn’t.
I managed to get through what was left of my day without further incident. I even managed to read a few chapters of a book I’d had laying around for a while and caught a rerun of Girlfriends before I got so sleepy I could no longer keep my eyes open.
I took out a clean set of sheets from the linen closet and changed my bed. That night I slept like a baby, and for several weeks after all was right and well with my world. Mitch tried to get me to go out with him again, but I turned him down. Mel was right on one count, you might as well get the sex thing out of the way early and know if it’s worth your time. He wasn’t.
So of course, Mel took it upon herself to find Mr. Dick for me. I went through a series of three of her most eligible men—all with the same outcome as Mitch. They all fucked like superstars and I didn’t feel a damned thing.
By this point I was getting antsy. The way I’d been made to feel in my dreams was beginning to haunt me all the time. Sex was all I could think about. I wanted that feeling again. I longed for nightfall to see if it would happen, but it didn’t.
I resigned myself to my fate of never meeting Mr. Right or ever having an orgasm again.
That’s where I was so very wrong.
Chapter Five
* * *
“You sure you don’t want to join me and Bruce tonight? We’re going to a movie and we’ll probably have some Chinese afterward. You’re welcome to come,” Mel said when she pulled her car to a stop in front of my building.
Bruce was her latest beau.
“No. Thanks. I’m good. I’m going to veg out in front of the TV and relax. It’s been a long week.”
“You need to get out. Ever since Lenny you don’t do anything but work and go home. There’s more to life, you know.”
Lenny was my last fiasco. I gave her a wan smile. “So I’ve heard. But I’m fine. Really.”
She shrugged. “Okay but if you change your mind, I’ll be home until eight.”
I opened the car door and got hit with a blast of cold air. “Thanks. Have a good time.” I shut the door and walked to my building entrance, bracing myself against the chill.
It felt nice and cozy inside my apartment and I quickly stripped out of my clothes, took a shower and got ready for bed even though it was only five-thirty. I knew that night was the night. It would be back. I could tell.
For the past few days I’d started getting that funny feeling again, like someone or something w
as following me, touching me ever so gently. I wanted to be prepared.
I slipped in between my new sheets, turned off the light and waited.
I guess I must have finally drifted off. I was dreaming about one of our new clients, a young actor with plenty of potential. I dreamed that I’d found him the perfect job and he got hired.
Then all of a sudden I couldn’t breathe. A weight like an anvil was sitting on the middle of my chest. I tried to wake up to get some air. I couldn’t.
A slow heat moved along my limbs until I felt like I was on fire from the inside out. I gasped for air. The pressure on my chest increased.
Shockwaves of delight shot up my center. My pussy was being eaten like it was homemade apple pie. Oh, my God. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. I tried to squirm away, but the bliss and the pressure only grew.
There’d been men who’d gone down on me before. But never anything like this. It’s what you can only dream about a man being able to do to your cunt with his mouth and tongue. Sucking, licking, teasing, stopping, starting, bringing you to the brink of fulfillment only to start all over again. And when you have a tongue that is long enough to slide up in your trap and tickle it…Lord have mercy!
I came so hard I thought my insides had popped out. But it didn’t stop, not for the entire night. The incident went on for hours, fucking me every which way but loose. I came and came and came. I was delirious.
When I finally broke free of my dream I found myself on the floor and had no idea how I’d gotten there. I crawled back up on my bed and drew my knees up to my chest.
I looked around my empty room, felt the stickiness between my legs, inhaled the scent of sex in the air, listened to the silence in my apartment, and I knew I’d lost my mind because whatever this was that was happening to me, I never wanted it to end. Ever.
That Monday I called in sick. I did the same thing on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I took my phone off the hook so I wouldn’t be disturbed by phone calls and I refused to answer my door because I knew it would be Mel.
