by S. N. Garza
“What are you doing up here? Why did you follow me?”
“What kind of knowledge Adelaide? Where did you learn about bondage and submission and more importantly, WHO!?” His voice was raising as he had said those last few words. I didn’t take kindly to it and I made sure he knew it.
“One. It’s none of our damn business what I do, where I do it and with whom. I do as I please. And you were doing whatever it is you were doing. We aren’t a couple. Never was. You were a best friend. A friend that decided he could do better than stay in Granville and left to obviously become a Marine. I am proud of you Courtland, but that gives you no right to talk to me like that. We had sex. That doesn’t require me to give you my life story, or get into my business.”
“Ha. Sex. Right. I made it my business the second you let me have that sweet pussy. I bet it’s saturated with your juices right now. No, it doesn’t require you to, but dammit, did you even think of common fucking courtesy? I’m your friend. Knowing a little about your life would be nice. I might not be in a position to tell you what to do. Actually, no one can tell you what to do, except yourself. You’re a grown woman. But while you’re in my bed-
“That’s just it. I’m not in your bed. It was one night, Courtland. Get over it.”
That took him back.
“So what? You fuck a guy in every city you go to or is it just me?”
I gasped and reached out my hand to smack him. The sound was deafening and his eyes hardened.
“How dare you say that to me!” I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. The sight of my tears made him sigh heavily, and look contrite as he tried coming back to me.
Rushing towards me to embrace me, I tried shoving him off. “Shh, baby. Shit. Fuck. Don’t cry Adelaide. I am so sorry. It was out of line and uncalled for. I deserved that slap and much more. Dammit. I’m always a fuck up. I’m sorry. Truly.” He leaned in, kissed my forehead, and started walking away.
Fuck-up? How could he call himself that after everything he’s made for himself? I couldn’t let him walk out that door thinking I thought that of him.
“Courtland, wait!”
He stopped just outside the door and his shoulders slumped in defeat. I know he really didn’t mean to insinuate anything by saying that to me.
“Yes, what you said hurt my feelings by thinking I would do that. With any guy. I told you it’s been a long time for me. But never think I think you’re a fuck up. You did so much good in your life. You deserve the very best. I always thought that. No matter what happened. I always wanted you to be happy. Now. Get in here and shut the door. Don’t leave like that. Angry and hurt and don’t even think of saying I don’t have the ability to hurt you. We were really good friends ten years ago. I know it’s possible. You meant everything to me.”
Coming back inside, shutting and locking the door, he came right up against me. Looking into my eyes. I loved the green of his eyes.
“Let’s forget about the angry words then. I’ve thought of nothing else, but you since I saw you. I want to get the chance to get to know you again. You’re not the only one who is proud. You’ve done so well for yourself Addy. You’re so beautiful and smart. Strong and sexy. I hated that you left last night but I understand why you did.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Baby, that’s for me to know, and you to figure out.”
“I hate that crap.”
His head lifted back and he let out a roaring laugh. “Damn, Adelaide. You are something else.”
“Yeah, how’s that?”
I knew I was heading into dangerous territory, but he turned me on like wild fire back in the panel room.
“Why don’t you let me show you instead?”
There it was. The ball was in my court. Now, if I wanted to play the game, it was all up to me. He lifted my chin and my eyes looked at his full lips and he licked them with his tongue. Damn. I hated what his touch did to me but I loved it, too.
“Yes.”
“Take off your sweater.”
I did as he told me.
“I love red and white on you. It’s so fucking sexy. So innocent with a touch of naughty.”
“We match, you know?”
The red shirt of his went with what I had on and when I got a good look at him, the jeans were snug around his crotch and I knew would cup his backside like a glove. I knew he didn’t wear tight jeans but he had such an amazing ass and I knew what it felt like beneath my fingers. Damn, I wanted to grip his ass as he pounded into me. Please, let it be soon I thought.
“Yeah, we think alike. Now. Don’t move.”
He knelt down on one knee and skimmed his hands up my calves and beneath the skirt of my dress. His hands found the hem on my panties and teased it with his fingers. Then taking the bottom of my dress, he lifted it up and brought his face against the silk of my underwear. I was getting nervous. I felt my body start to tremble. I didn’t know if I wanted him to do this. Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe this was just foreplay.
He flicked his tongue out and licked me through the silk where there was already a wet spot from my arousal.
“Fucking heaven.”
Oh. God. His voice turned deep and gravely and sexy as sin.
He nuzzled into the hood of my vagina and lightly bit me.
“Oooo. My God. Courtland. Please-
He backed up and said, “Don’t tell me not to please you. That’s all I wanna do babe. Trust me.”
His eyes were sincere and pleading. Like, if he didn’t get a taste of me, he was gonna die. They shifted back down and he licked me again through the fabric. The silk of my underwear tickled against my skin. I was nervous as hell. I hope he didn’t want me to reciprocate. I couldn’t. Not now. Maybe not ever.
Oh, but how I loved his words. He could talk so dirty, but it was sexy as all get out. I loved how he could make me feel beautiful and desirable all at the same time. I didn’t feel disgusting or ugly. It was positively sinful and erotic.
“Adelaide, tell me this is okay. I don’t want to do something that you don’t want. I swear, I’ll make this pleasurable for you. Nothing would give me more pleasure than to taste you and make you come all over my face.”
God. That did me in.
“It’s ok. I trust you Courtland.”
Ten
Courtland
That’s all I needed to hear. I wouldn’t pressure her into doing anything she didn’t want to do. In the world I was raised in, women were used and abused and I had grown up learning it was the man’s right to do as he pleased and to take whenever he pleased. Getting away from all of that shit, I knew it wasn’t right. Men didn’t treat women like shit and made into property.
Women were precious creatures that we were made to protect. When I fell in love with Adelaide so long ago, I knew that’s all I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Make sure she was happy doing whatever she ever wanted to do. Going wherever she wanted to go.
I don’t know if that’s what I wanted now. I mean, of course I wanted her happy and safe. But did I really want to make her mine for the rest of our lives? The only thing I knew was, that having her come back into my life, I wanted to see where this could go. I would leave it up to her if she wanted more.
I would just stay in this moment right now, and see where it leads. She had already taken off her little sweater and tossed it to the nearby ottoman. I reached up and unzipped the side closure and told her to peel the straps down. Removing her dress and seeing what was underneath, made my hard-on throb painfully. Red silk and lace and where I licked her through the underwear, left a sweet little wet spot. I cupped her breasts in my hands and kneaded them softly. I had her back leaning against the wall as I dropped my hands to her hips to bring her mound against my face.
Fuck, she smelled like the soap she used and sex.
“Unclasp your bra and play with your nipples for me, while I taste this little piece of heaven. Just relax for me. I promise, I’ll make this so good
for you.”
She did as I asked and I skimmed the top band of her panties as I slid them down her legs.
“Step out.”
Again, she did as I said and I tossed her undergarments on top of her dress and sweater. I peeled off her shoes and ran my hand up between the valley of her breasts and pushed her back to lean against the wall, but I kept her hips forward. I wanted to touch her ass at my leisure.
Maybe she wasn’t used to this type of foreplay and if not, that was all good with me. I didn’t need her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
I knew I was looking at the most beautiful body I’d ever seen. Her mound was trimmed neatly. I wondered if she’d ever been bare before. I had no problem snacking on her like this though. Her pussy was slick with her juices and when I brought my thumbs up to spread her lips open for my tongue, Adelaide’s breath became fractured. I looked up to make sure she was doing okay and her eyes were steadily on mine. Watching my every move. That was fine with me. Made me want to give her something to remember and knew was special. I would never make her feel anything less. I kept my eyes on her, as I swept my tongue through the hood of her cunt to her clit and it was just as I imagined. Sweet as candy and tangy like the fruit soap she used.
She whimpered and her head fell back as her eyes closed. I took that as my cue she liked what I was doing, so I continued kissing, licking and sucking her pussy with my mouth. My eyes closed to the delicious taste of her, so I heard, rather than saw, her hands fist at her sides, not really knowing what to do with them. I reached out, took her wrists and placed her hands on my head where her fingers gripped my hair. I loved the pain of her tugging on my hair. Needing more of everything I was giving her. I reached one hand to the curve of her rear and squeezed the firmness of her ass as I made fat slow circles around her clit.
Kneading my other hand up her calf, over her knee and passed her thigh, I slid my middle finger into the moist wet heat of her entrance. Her hips rolled forward moving against my face, as her body quivered with every flick of my tongue. I boosted my tempo up and I moved another finger inside her.
“Courtland. Oh. Mother of-yes! Right there. Geez…that feels so-almost there. Just a little more.”
Her voice was low, laced with lust and breathlessness as I pushed another finger inside. I fucked her pussy with fast even strokes, as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, tasting everything she had.
“Fuck. Yes, Courtland.”
I backed away from her mouth, licking her essence off my lips and told her “Talk to me. You want me to finger fuck you deep and hard. Fuck my face with your sweet little pussy, Adelaide. Your sweet little cunt tastes so fucking good. I want you to come all over my face.”
She released one hand to play with her breast and tug on the hoop in her nipple, as she kept one hand pulling my hair.
I placed my mouth to her inner thigh and sucked her skin, leaving a deep purple love bruise on her skin. Every time she saw it she would know who this pussy belonged to.
She called out my name and I could feel the fluttering of her inner muscles around my fingers telling me she was almost to her peak. I quickly released myself from my jeans, and matched the rhythm of my fingers inside her, to the fisting motions I pumped on my dick.
“Suck me, Courtland. Your tongue feels so good. Fuck me with your mouth.”
I sucked her clit hard and then Adelaide screamed out my name as she came.
“Courtland! Oh. God. Yes.”
My mouth and fingers were bathed in her juicy sweet nectar. Her legs were wobbling, about ready to sink down to the floor.
“Please, Courtland, I can’t stand anymore.”
I helped her down to her knees, when she saw I was still stroking my erection. We were sitting on our haunches, and I knew we both would be cramping a bit later, but that didn’t stop the haze we were in.
She started reaching for me, when I said, “Don’t.”
She flinched back at the steel in my voice. My jaw was clenched tight as I could feel my balls draw in tight.
“Play with your tits, babe.”
In our sexual fog, she obeyed me instantly and I placed my hand between her bent legs and pinched her clit. She gasped loud and bit down on her lower lip.
One. Two. Three hard tugs on my dick, and I lifted myself up to my knees as I spilled my release on the softness of her stomach. Her eyes widened, but I didn’t let her dwell on the fact I marked her yet again, when I crushed my lips to hers. I swirled the tip of my cock on her belly, smearing my cum all around. Her hands banded on my biceps, squeezing and scratching. I mated my tongue with hers, letting her taste how delicious her release was.
I pulled back and the hair that came loose from her braid was matted to her forehead. She was panting and heaving deep breaths, as I controlled mine back to normal.
“Courtland.”
“I know, babe. That was intense.”
“Totally. For being my first time that was seriously intense.”
Whoa. What?
“What did you say?”
I took off my shirt wiped the sweat from my face as I wiped my dick clean. I changed the shirt inside out so I could clean myself off of her. Although I loved seeing her body covered with my release. It was sexy as fuck and even better she didn’t protest me shooting my load on her body.
She tilted her head down and whispered so low I almost didn’t hear, “That was the first time a guy did that to me.”
Her eyes flicked up to mine before they closed. Something fierce and triumphant swelled in my chest. The fact that no guy has ever went down on her, made me feel simply primeval. Even though I wasn’t her first sexual encounter, this was good enough for me. She was so damn perfect.
“Thank you.”
Her head jerked up and she looked at me with confusion. “For what?”
“Knowing no other man has tasted this sweet pussy has me wanting to beat my chest and do it all over again.”
She laughed out loud with hilarity. “I don’t think I can go another round right now. My knees are starting to hurt and my thighs are burning.”
I gave her a smirk, placing my hands at her hips, I brought her up to standing. I kissed her mound, gently inhaling her delectable scent and stood up myself.
Tucking myself back into my jeans, I held up my ruined shirt. “Don’t suppose you have a shirt I could wear?”
Her mischievous smile had me narrowing my eyes. “What?”
“I do. I have a few shirts made for my readers when I go to these events. I should have-what size are you? Two-X?”
“Yeah, babe.”
“Yeah, I think I have one left.”
She walked away, in all her beautiful naked magnificence, and grabbed a shirt from one of the largest suit cases I’ve ever seen.
She tossed it in my direction and I grabbed it with one hand. I’m thinking maybe her name or something, but a collaborative collection of all her covers?
I looked back up at her, and my little witch just had to start bowling over with laughter.
“Shit.”
‡
Addy had went to the restroom and washed off. I hated the fact that she cleaned me off of her, but I knew it would be weird to keep that sticky feeling on her stomach, so that’s okay. I marked her in other ways. Fine with me. There I was, sitting as I was watching Adelaide put on a clean pair of silky under clothes, wearing a black shirt with nothing but bare chested men with tattoos, and only a few couples embracing in a scene of love. Even though it was a double X, it stretched my chest and biceps and hung loosely at the band of my jeans.
“Women actually wear these?”
Her laughter made my chest breathe easy and free. “Yes, Courtland. Lots of them do.” Looking at me up and down, she snickered. “You can be like one of them guys on the covers. All those sexy tattoos and thick muscles. You could totally be a cover model.”
She laughed and sat down, looking through her clothes to pick out a pair of daisy dukes, and a purple shirt. She stood
and God Almighty. She shimmied her sweet ass into them shorts. Her hips were wider than I first thought and perfect for gripping. Her stomach although fleshy and soft, was perfect and when she turned, there was a rhinestone pattern of a cross on the back pockets of the ass, then looped a rhinestone belt with it. Then the shirt. Jesus. Stretched nice and tight across her D-cup breasts, and the words ‘Cute n Country’ over her left breast, and hung just below the belt. She tucked in the front so the rhinestone horseshoe of her belt buckle showed. She sat down, slipped socks on and stuck her hand under the bed, pulling out another pair of cowgirl boots. These were dark brown with silver and purple threading, making a design of wings on the sides and a cross in the front. She pulled them on and when she stood? She simply took my breath away. She turned her back towards me and the back read, ‘Forget Glass Slippers, This Princess Wears Boots’. She was something else. She was short, but those shorts made her legs look long, and she looked as if she was ready to go out on the town.
Fuck. My jeans were tightening again, and I couldn’t help but adjust myself from the uncomfortable feeling in my jeans. That’s when she turned to face me.
“AGH! Honestly?”
“Sorry. Damn, you wear those shorts and boots so damn good. Love that shirt.”
“Thanks, unless you want me to wear the same one you are? We could be twinkies!”
“Oh, ha-ha. Nah. It’s alright. I’m down with wearing this. It’s cool knowing you’ve accomplished so much. I’m proud of you.”
The tell-tale blush was sweet as she ducked her head and said, “Thank you, Courtland. I really tried my best and it worked out really well for myself.”
I stood up and walked over to her. The way her eyes glazed with lust as she took me in, almost made me want to keep her in bed all day.
“Sorry, big guy. Gram will be coming back soon, so get that hot ass look off ya face.”
Laughing, I reached my hand and tapped that hot ass of hers, then slung my arm around her shoulders, leading her from the room.
