“Um, is Verenity here?” She glanced nervously past his shoulder and into the room. “She said she would be meeting me here.” His height had her a bit intimidated, but his smile was genuine.
“Not yet, you wanna come inside and wait?” He stepped to the side.
Amanda thought about turning around and going home. This was a true excuse to call it off and remain faithful to her husband. She thought about her declining sex life that she had with her husband and the needs she wanted met. She knew that whatever happened inside the room would remain in secret. Last, she thought of that worn out saying. “Once you go black, you never go back.” Amanda also didn’t wish to let Verenity down. She smiled, and then took up his offer. Ghetti was a gentleman by offering to take her coat. When she took it off, he was surprised at how nice her ass looked in the brown leather jeans she wore. She was dressed simply in a pair of black suede stiletto boots, and a fitting brown cashmere turtleneck sweater. Her dark-colored hair was up in a bun with two wisp of hair framing her beautiful face. Her make-up was added with a nice touch. Her pink lips looked wet. She smelled like a peach. Ghetti was feeling everything about her. Not bad for a white girl.
“Would you like anything to drink?”
“No thank you,” she said, standing by the small sofa.
“Anything you wanna watch on the TV until Verenity gets here?” He wanted her to feel relaxed. Amanda sat down, placing her tote bag at her feet. She looked up, smiled, and patted the spot next to her. “No. I’d rather talk. Verenity and I talked last night, but her phone was acting up. I wanted to talk about you, but she never called me back.” She paused as he sat down beside her. She could feel the tension lessen that she held toward him.
“So,” she continued, “You know why I’m here, so it’s no need for you and I to have any awkward feelings toward one another.”
“So, where do we start?” he asked, looking into her light emerald eyes.
“How about introductions,” she told him, elated.
“She told you my name?” he asked, hoping that Verenity remembered to use his made up name.
“Vic?”
“Yeah.”
“My name is Amanda,” she said, cheerfully. “Is it true, you’ve never had a threesome before?” She crossed her legs, relaxing more with each second that ticked away.
“This will be my first, how about you?”
She blushed. “Yes. Gosh, I cannot believe I’m going to do this! Its sooo odd. I hope I don’t sound silly.”
“Nah, how long you and Verenity been together?”
“Close to six months.”
He looked at the large diamond on her left ring finger. “Does your husband know about you and Verenity?”
“No. Why do you ask?”
“Well, if I was married, I wouldn’t make a big deal ’bout my wife goin’ both ways. Does that sound stupid?”
“Of course not, you’re just a person with an open mind,” she said, touching her hair. She had an urge to look good for him. She wanted nothing out of place. She looked at her watch. 6:53 p.m.
“Let me call Verenity to see where she is.” She reached into her tote bag for her cell phone. She tried to reach Verenity, but hung up after the tenth ring. Next, she tried her dorm room phone number. On the third ring, Verenity’s roommate Shone answered.
“May I speak to Verenity?”
Shone easily picked up on Amanda’s dialect and knew she was white. “She’s not in. May I take a message?”
“Yes, please tell her to call Amanda when she gets—”
“Awww shoot!” Shone blurted. “This white-girl Amanda. No disrespect.”
“None taken. Yes this is white-girl Amanda.” Amanda smiled.
“Sorry, look . . . ummmm . . . Verenity had a family emergency and she left to go home after her last class. She left me your number and told me to call you, but my behind fell asleep. Anyway, she said something about you and her putting y’all trip on hold until she gets back. That’s all she told me and she was in such a rush that she left her phone.”
“Oooh kay. And your name is?”
“This is Shone.”
“Thank you. Please tell her I called. Thank you.” Amanda ended the call then told Ghetti what was up. Disappointment flooded his face, but at the same time, he hoped that Verenity wasn’t facing any major loss.
“Just my damn luck.” He threw his hands in the air. Verenity was not going to show, which was no surprise and now Amanda was going to leave. His grief was put on hold when Amanda said she would like to take up his offer for a drink. She figured a drink or two would not bring the earth to a standstill. He made the two drinks and found himself enjoying her company. They talked and drank. Laughed and drank. She asked for a refill. This went on for a while. Drinking, talking, laughing, refills, she now had her hair down, telling him about her favorite movie. Every five seconds she would reach out to touch his leg or his arm. Before they knew it, 8:30 p.m. slid up on them. She was feeling soooo good, but she wasn’t drunk. She found him to be handsome and extremely funny. She could not remember the last time her husband had made her laugh or simply made her feel this good. It felt so good to laugh—so good.
“Can you excuse me for a moment?” she said. She rose slowly to her feet, picked up her tote bag then headed for the bathroom. Ghetti had his eyes locked on her apple shaped ass. He finished off his shot of Hennessey then leaned back closing his eyes. He was feeling excellent. By habit, he moved his hand inside his boxers. The lights were still.
Inside the bathroom, Amanda sat her tote bag on the sink. She pulled out a pair of red see through panties and a matching teddy. She knew what she wanted to do and her body was making its needs known. She began to undress, hoping she wouldn’t make a fool of herself.
The bathroom was located behind the sofa, so he didn’t see her making her exit. He was still lounging back with a hand under his boxers
“Vic,” she said softly.
He opened his eyes, snatching his hand from his boxers. He sat up, not believing what he saw. Amanda stood in front of him in a red sheer teddy that stopped at her waist. Her body made his dick twitch. The sheer teddy hid nothing. He could see the roundness of her breast. Her nipples were hard. He started to stand up, but she stopped him. He was silent when she straddled his lap. She pulled the wife beater over his head, and rubbed his chest. Before he could take in his breath, she slid her tongue into his mouth. His hands moved to her thighs, rubbing them up and down causing her to moan. They could taste the liquor on each other’s tongue and it led him to sucking on hers. Their kiss was at a slow pace. The more she kissed him, the more she opened herself up. She could feel his slow searching hands sliding higher up her thighs. Lowering her body, she felt his large erection. When he began to moan and squeeze her breast, she took the hint and started to grind on his erection. She could feel herself becoming moist between her creamy thighs. She encouraged his searching hands by expressing her excitement through the kiss. Her excitement was infectious. He shivered each time she lightly ran her nails up and down his arms. Amanda dug her nails into his broad shoulders when she realized her panties were coming off. She rose up an inch, so he could remove them. She couldn’t control her purring moans at the sensation of his hands roaming over her smooth naked ass. She detached her lips from his to lick and nibble her way to his ear.
“Touch me,” she panted, taking his earlobe between her wet lips.
Ghetti took his right middle finger and slid it up and down the crack of her ass while his left moved down toward her pussy. A gasp escaped her at the touch of his finger manipulating her clit. She called his name. Purring and moaning into his ear.
“Yessssss! Oh god yes!” She closed her eyes at the penetration of his finger sliding inside her hairy pussy. Her mind was trying to focus on one sensation, but his hands and mouth had her mind spinning. He made her delirious by sucking on her nipples through the sheer teddy while teasing her ass with the penetration of his middle finger. He stroked her j
ust right, building up her passion until she started whimpering his name with quivering lips.
“Ready?” he panted with a face full of breast.
“Yes!” she replied. “I wanna fuck you so bad!”
Ghetti went back to sucking and softly biting her nipples then simultaneously penetrated her ass and pussy with his fingers. Amanda turned into an erotic instrument in his lap. She ripped the thin teddy off just to feel the direct contact of his mouth. He sucked on her nipples as if he was starved. His fingers danced in and out of her. Her sexy soft cries of pleasure only pushed him to continue. Ghetti switched from nipple to nipple, licking them, circling his tongue around them, blowing on them and not once did his fingers lose their pace. Amanda could not hold it back. Never in her entire life had she felt so turned on. She stiffened her hips to allow his fingers to take her. The things he was doing to her with his fingers were turning her out.
“I’m—ccccumming—I’m cumming—Yesssss ooohhhh!” She reached her climax releasing and shaking in his lap. Riding her passion down, she removed his lips from her wet titties then tenderly slid her tongue into his mouth. He removed his fingers, smearing the juices from her pussy all over her pert ass. Rolling from his lap, she lay on her back breathing heavily. Ghetti rubbed her soft thighs then got up to head for the bathroom. His boxers were a mess, inside and out. The latter was due to Amanda dripping her cream and inside he could feel a ton of precum that he had released. His wood was still hard.
“Damn!” he said thinking about how sexy Amanda was. He was about to wash his hands but stopped. Like most men, he had to smell his fingers. Before he stepped back out, he told himself not to trip if she had her clothes back on. When he turned the bathroom lights off and stepped out, he paused. The lights were turned down low and all he could see was one of Amanda’s sexy legs draped over the back of the sofa. When he walked around the sofa, he found her laid back with her legs wide open. Her eyes were glassy. Her hair was spread out on the sofa making her look like a dream. The ripped teddy hung enticingly on her body exposing one of her titties. The hem of the teddy was up near her belly button exposing the trimmed bush of her moist brunette pubic hairs. She was playing with her clit while sucking on her finger. Ghetti’s heart rate slipped into overdrive. He sat down, slid between her legs, and watched.
“You’re so sexy,” he said, rubbing her inner thigh. “Play in that pussy fo’ me.”
Amanda removed her wet finger from her mouth then slid her hand down to her pussy. Looking at him, she began to finger herself, softly moaning. He continued to rub her thigh while telling her how good she looked. His words were orgasmic to her ears. She said nothing when he stood up and took his boxers off. Her only reaction was to slide her finger in and out at a faster pace. She said nothing as he got on top of her. His lips massaged the tender spot behind her ear. He was all over her small frame waiting for her to allow him the pleasure of being inside her. He was about to reach down and insert himself inside her when her hands flew to his chest, pushing him up.
“W-wait,” she stammered.
Ghetti rose up quickly. “You okay?”
She ignored his question as she sat up. Suddenly she reached between his legs fondling him.
“Yeahhh that’s it, baby.” He leaned back into the arm of the sofa. She was living her fantasy. She was fascinated by touching him. She slid closer to him, on her knees stroking every inch of his long, black dick. She didn’t dare look at his face. She massaged him with both of her hands.
“You like whut you see?” he said with his chest heaving.
She nodded yes. She continued her hand job. Ghetti was moaning and squirming, telling her how bad he wanted to fuck her. She gave in. Throwing a leg over him, she straddled his lap once more. Ghetti held his breath as she gripped his dick while lowering herself down his pole. He watched closely as he entered her warm and wet essence, parting her thin pink pussy lips.
“Ooooohhhh shhhhit!” he moaned, ripping her teddy off. She was butt naked now.
Amanda felt her walls being pushed apart. She whipped her hair out of her face then used her thighs to propel herself up and down the length of his penis. His dick slithered in and out of her. Ghetti squeezed her ass, gliding her up and down while sucking her tits. Amanda moaned softly, rolling and riding his dick. She rode him at a medium pace. He now had his head back, watching her titties flopping. Her pussy was so slippery and tight that Ghetti couldn’t stop from calling out her name. He could see it in her face that her focus was locked on reaching another climax for herself. Amanda was in her own world. In it, the only thing that mattered was the dick she was riding. Her eyes were closed tight, hips rolling, titties flapping. Skin softly smacking. She contracted her abdominal muscles and worked her desire. Her orgasm hit her unexpectedly, then followed with two multiple climactic orgasms that nearly caused her to pass out. She was licking his neck when she realized that he was carrying her to the bed. She became his when he placed her on the bed, nuzzling her neck with wet kisses. She reached down and found his solid dick. Amanda pulled it toward her pink folds, rubbing his tip slowly back and forth and up and down.
“Ooohhh baby, you feel so good!” Ghetti said, pushing himself between her walls. Amanda felt a twinge of pain when he reached the point of her cervix. She wanted him to fuck her nonstop.
“So deep, baby, fuck me—fuck me please!” she cried. “Fuck m-my pussy!” Ghetti’s hips rose and fell, feeding her tight pussy. Her nails raked his ass, her titties danced, their breathing turned to heavy panting. She took the dick willingly, emitting fever pitched moans. Her pussy had a mind of its own, slurping at the black organ, gripping it, massaging it.
“Mmmm!” she cried. With the pillow under her head, she was able to see his black penis plummeting her pink folds. His rhythm was fast at one point and then slow the next. He wanted to switch positions, but his dick refused to stop drilling her. She could feel another orgasm building. He was pounding her pussy like a wild man with one leg on his shoulder. Her cries filled the room as did his; his balls slapped her ass. She shivered under his constant pounding, eyelids fluttered as again she exploded around his dick.
“Cum now!” she cried. “Oohh baby, yessss!”
Ghetti locked his arms, still pumping her, beating the pussy with his own pressure mounting. In mid-stroke, he suddenly exploded inside her. Ghetti jerked and grunted as he shot load after load of his cum inside her. He tried to implant himself to her core. Amanda removed her leg from his shoulder then wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed on top of her.
They had sex twice more in various positions that ended up with Amanda taking him on all fours.
It was now ten minutes to midnight and Ghetti was in the bathroom splashing cold water on his face. He was slipping big time. Lately he was finding it hard to cover up his dick. She was married, so he knew he wasn’t the only man spraying up her pussy. After the first time he came, she told him that she was on birth control. After that, he made an effort to bust off inside her at every chance. He figured she had never been fucked so thoroughly. Looking at himself in the mirror, he jumped on some narcissism shit and told his reflection that it was the muthafuckin bitch pleaser! Leaving the bathroom, he came up on Amanda messing with her cell phone.
“Any message from Verenity?” He sat down next to her.
“No. No calls, nothing,” she said softly.
He was still turned on with ease by her nakedness. He reached up to run his fingers through her soft hair. “You feelin’ okay?”
She nodded yes, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch. She couldn’t believe her situation. Sitting naked with another man who did not share her last name, she laid her palm on his thigh.
“Whut time you goin’ home? Or can you spend the night?” He was still caressing her hair.
She shrugged her shoulders.
Verenity told him that it would be a one-time affair, but deep down, he wanted to see her again. He was intrigued about her.
“Will this be
my last time seein’ you?” he asked.
She opened her eyes. “I honestly I don’t know.” She looked into his eyes.
“How many times have I told you you’re beautiful?” He grinned.
“A lot.” She smiled on the outside as well as on the inside.
He kissed the cleft spot on her chin. He then kissed his way down her neck. She again folded to her needs. She wanted to tell him that it was time for her to go home, but she only said his name when his tongue stimulated her breast. Amanda had one urge that she had yet to feed and that was her desire to taste him. As bad as she wanted him inside her mouth, she couldn’t push herself to do it. Going home faded from her mind. Once again, she was on her knees with his penis filling her. His pleasing strokes drove into her endlessly. Amanda felt mixed emotions. She told herself that her excitement was based on his color, and that he was the only man to make her reach her height during sex. She could not get enough of him and it frightened her. Each time he came inside her, he would praise her with words of affection. They took small breaks and went at it again. He ravished her body to her urging. It got so intense that he placed a passion mark on her left breast while fucking her in the missionary position. When it was over, she had to force herself to get up for a shower. She left, but not before kissing him. Her mind was confused and her body was filled with a sense of completeness. Amanda met the new day outside with the sun rising. What she started in the darkness had ended in the light.
CHAPTER 11:
Ghetti’s Bedroom
Goldsboro, North Carolina
Wednesday 6:25 P.M.
Hectic was the best word to define Volanda’s day. She still had no clue of the whereabouts of Poo-Man and the search for the mysterious one called Ghetti was at a stalemate. To make matters more complicated, Amanda had called in sick. With Mance still at work, Volanda was alone in Mance’s crib. She was planning another special night for him. Lying on the bed was a pair of gold boy shorts that were two sizes too small. They fitted skimpy and showed all of her ass while it sat entrancingly between her cheeks. She also had a set of gold heart-shaped pasties that would cover her nipples and the finishing item was the “Fuck Me” gold four-inch stilettos. Since she was in her relaxing mode, she was sporting a pair of white yoga pants, sandals, and one of Mance’s shirts. She was heading for the kitchen when she came up to Mance’s nephew’s bedroom. It struck her in an odd way that this was the only room she had never stepped foot in. Thinking nothing of it, she reached for the brass knob only to find it locked. She stood there as her mind yearned to see the other side. Making up her mind, she left and returned minutes later with a wire clothes hanger. After bending the hook straight, she went to work and picked the lock in less than a minute. Entering the room, she instinctively treated it like a crime scene. She reached in, turned the light on, and then slowly examined every inch of the room with her trained eyes. The first thing to catch her attention was the unmade bed. It sat in the middle of the room. Above the mirrored headboard was a window covered with black Venetian blinds. To the left of the bed were a glossy black dresser and a bright red leather club chair with an assortment of clothes and magazines filling the seat. Above it, she noticed a huge bulletin board covered with pictures. To the right of the bed was a stereo system with four speakers and a walk-in closet. The information that Mance shared with her about his nephew was small. All she knew was his name and the branch of service he was in, Jerrod, U. S. Marine. So far, she saw no hint of anything related to the military. On an impulse, she walked to the closet and slid it open. With a thorough scan of the rack of clothes, she found nothing that hinted of the military. All she found were items by Rocowear, Gucci, Akademiks, Bape and Sean John. Looking down at the cluttered row of shoes, she found no military boots. She touched nothing. Looking up on the shelf she saw stacks of porno DVD’s and a few fitted caps. Stepping out of the closet, she slid it shut then walked to the left side of the room. Her eyes were drawn to the huge picture board. On an estimated guess, she would place the picture count at 300. She scanned the pictures slowly, searching for anything related to the military. So far, she’d only seen club pictures and countless pictures from a bike festival. Nearly every picture showed a woman’s thong clad ass or tiny bikini’s covering huge breast. She was about to leave when a picture caught her attention that triggered her mind. The picture showed two black girls in bikini’s posing explicitly next to a gleaming gold convertible. There were nearly twenty pictures of the gold convertible with the oversized rims. Each picture was held in place by one or two thumbtacks. Examining the pictures, she noticed that the same black male sat behind the wheel. Volanda’s heart started to pound in her chest. She removed one picture and turned it over. It read: Ghetti and Verenity. Bike week 2006, Myrtle Beach.
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