“Oh yes, fuck me, Daddy! Yeah! Yes! Yes!” she screamed, bucking and shaking.
Pinching down on her nipples Sharice tossed and turned from sheer pleasure. Rubbing her breasts, she pushed back and forth as if he were inside of her. Sweating and panting, she lay there still playing in her wetness. Taking her fingers, she tasted her juices and agreed that she did taste like caramel.
Finally able to open her eyes, Sharice realized that she was alone, and that Maliq was nowhere to be found. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling, she wondered how much longer she would have to go on pleasuring herself. Touching herself had become a normal thing. On a good day, Sharice was able to masturbate at least twice. During a hectic week she could maybe slide in one finger session.
The kids never knew. Most of the time she got off in the shower, but on days like today, when the kids weren’t home, that’s when she would go all out. Setting the scene, Sharice would light candles, turn on a little music, and slip on something nice, all to please herself. To Sharice, a man couldn’t satisfy her body like she could. Since she spent so much time getting to know herself, she’d learned all of the spots on her body that turned her on.
Teaching a man all of her spots, and how to work them, would take forever in her mind. And besides, never in her life had she had an orgasm while having intercourse. The only way Sharice was able to cum was by stimulating her clit. During the divorce, Lester told her that that was one of the things that drove him away. He said that her satisfying herself during sex made him feel less of a man.
It wasn’t her fault that he wasn’t able to take her mind, body, and soul to a place of forbidden ecstasy. Nathan came close but he still wasn’t able to seal the deal. Sharice wanted a man that could take control. Someone that could teach her body things it never even knew it could feel. She wanted a man that would turn her out and have her screaming for mercy.
High from the orgasm, she jumped into the shower and pressed the shower head against her still-throbbing pussy. The pressure from the water massaging against her flesh drove her wild. Letting the feeling flow through her vaginal walls, she came once more. After lathering soap all over her wet, tight body, she dried off, dressed, and headed out for a day of window shopping.
With jeans that fit like a glove, Sharice sashayed through the mall like a woman of half her age. Unbeknownst to her, she garnered attention from the male species daily. If you let Sharice tell it, she never got hit on or looked at. Finding a table in a deserted part of the food court, she sat alone, licking on an ice cream cone while reading Chyna Black by Keisha Ervin. A couple of pages into the book, Sharice noticed someone standing in front of her. Looking up, she saw Coach Rainey.
“Good book?”
“Yeah, it was until you interrupted me,” she replied with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“My bad, you just looked so lonely over here all by yourself,” he said as he took a seat across from her.
“Please sit down,” she said, annoyed that he hadn’t asked.
“I just keep on fucking up, don’t I?”
“Watch your mouth!” she yelled like he was her child.
“Last time I checked, I was a grown ass man,” Maliq shot back, checking her.
“I’m sorry, you just remind me so much of my son,” Sharice teased.
“That’s cold,” he laughed.
“I’m just playing.” She laughed too.
“You look nice today,” he said while eyeing her frame.
“You just don’t give up, do you?”
“Not when it comes to something that I want.”
“Let me guess. You want me?”
“See, it wasn’t that hard to figure out after all.”
“Ha, ha, funny. Look, Maliq, you’re a nice man, but you are entirely too young for me. There are plenty of beautiful young women here; why don’t you try macking on one of them?”
“To me, you are the baddest chick up in here, and your age doesn’t bother me one bit.”
“Listen to the way you talk. We don’t have anything in common. I’m old school; you’re new school. The two don’t coincide.”
“I may be younger than you, Sharice, but I’m a man that knows what he wants, and from the first time I laid eyes on you, I knew that I had to have you. You may not feel the same way now, but eventually, you’ll come around.”
“You are really sure of yourself, aren’t you? Sharice asked, turned on by his charm.
“It’s Saturday afternoon, the sun is out; why don’t you and I have dinner together?”
“But I already had dessert,” she said, pointing the cone towards him.
“I haven’t,” he replied while gazing between her thighs.
Feeling a warm sensation blow through her legs she crossed them tightly.
“What do you say?”
“Alright, I’ll have lunch with you and that’s it, nothing else.”
Smiling, Maliq took Sharice by the hand and helped her up. Not comfortable enough to ride with him, Sharice decided to take her car. Meeting each other in front of a restaurant called J Bucks, Sharice felt under dressed.
“I’m not sure about this, Maliq. I have on jeans and a tee shirt.”
“Ma, you look fine, quit trippin’.”
“Ma? Boy, I ain’t none of your damn momma. You better get it together,” Sharice yelled, insulted.
“Sharice, ma is a figure of speech, calm down. I’m sure you’ve heard Mason use the word before,” Maliq laughed.
“Oh, sorry,” she smiled, feeling foolish.
Maliq requested for them to be seated in the quietest area of the restaurant so they could talk. After being seated and ordering lunch, they enjoyed the presence of each other’s company. Sharice never would have guessed that she and Maliq would have so much in common. Besides football, he loved reading, exercising, and quiet evenings at home. Lunch had already been served and the two had eaten, but they still were not ready to leave.
“Hey, they have a dance room across the hall; you want to go?” Maliq asked.
“I haven’t danced in years.”
“Come on, it’ll be fun.”
“Alright,” Sharice answered hesitantly.
Leading her across the room, holding her hand, Maliq quickly whisked Sharice onto the dance floor. Turning her around so that her butt could rest against his dick, he grasped her waist firmly and led her hips to the groove of John Legend’s ‘She Don’t Have to Know’. Feeling shy and uncomfortable, Sharice swayed from left to right with caution. Knowing that her mind was taking control of her, Maliq took control of the situation by raising her arms into the air and caressing her from her hands all the way down to her waist.
Wanting to kiss her, he gently soothed the back of her neck with his tongue. Intertwining her fingers with his, they held a slow grind until Faith Evan’s ‘Love like This’ bumped through the loud speakers. With a surge of confidence Sharice got her groove back and bopped along with Maliq and the rest of crowd. Liking her newfound confidence, as she let herself be free. Swinging her hips from side to side while pumping her fist into the air, Sharice got into the groove of things.
Slowing it down a little bit the DJ played Bobby Valentino’s ‘Slow Down’. Thinking that she was the shit, Sharice boldly approached Maliq and placed her arms around his neck. Licking her lips she shamelessly grinded against him, causing him to get a hard on. Knowing the effect she had on him, Sharice worked her hips against him even harder. Not able to take anymore, Maliq grabbed her hand, and led her to a vacant corner of the room.
“Let’s go back to my crib,” he said as he kissed her ear.
“Come on, let’s go get a cup of coffee.” She laughed as she left him standing there. After going to the bathroom to freshen up, Sharice met back up with Maliq at a quaint table by the window.
“I know this is getting off the subject, but you have a beautiful smile, Sharice.”
“Thank you, Maliq; that was nice.” She smiled, feeling her cheeks burn bright red.
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sp; “I see you blush very easily.”
“No, I don’t,” she lied, trying not to blush again, but failing.
“See, I told you so,” Maliq grinned.
“Whatever,” Sharice grinned too.
“So what now? I mean, the night is still young; how about we go for a walk or something?”
“Maliq, we talked about this. I agreed to lunch and that was it. I’m sorry but that is all I can offer you.”
“I understand,” Coach Rainey said trying to believe his own lie. Every time he stared at Sharice, his dick did a dance. Checking her watch, Sharice saw that it was getting a little late. Mason would be home soon from his date with Candice, and Sharice wanted to beat him home.
“This was nice, Coach, but I have to be getting home now.”
“What happened to you calling me Maliq?”
“Hey, we do have to remain professional, don’t we? I can’t be calling you Maliq around the kids now, can I?”
“How about you call me Coach at school, and when we’re alone call me Big Daddy,” Maliq whispered, now standing in front of her.
Looking into his eyes, Sharice had the unavoidable desire to haul off and kiss the hell out of Maliq but didn’t.
“Um . . . thanks for dinner, Maliq, but . . . I have to go,” she replied licking her lips.
“Let me walk you to your car.”
Once outside of J Bucks, they stood talking.
On the other side of town, Mason and Candice fooled around on the couch.
“Put it in, Mason,” Candice begged.
“I don’t know, my moms might be home any minute,” he said while squeezing the tip of his dick.
“Come on, Baby, please.”
“First give me some head.”
“Okay but don’t cum in my mouth like you did the last time.”
Unzipping his pants, Candice slid his boxers down just below his knees. Taking all of him in her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down. Leaning his head back on the couch, Mason enjoyed the warm sensation coming from Candice’s mouth. Sucking on the head of his dick, she flicked her tongue across the tip. Staring down at her he grabbed her head and drove himself deep inside until his dick reached the back of her throat. Guiding her head with his hand, Mason listened to the sound of Candice’s mouth making slurping noises.
Juggling his balls in her right hand, she massaged his dick while still sucking on the head. Not able to deny her small supple breasts anymore, Mason lifted her up and placed her gently onto his mammoth dick. Licking his lips as Candice bounced up and down on his dick, Mason grabbed a handful of ass to lift her up even higher.
“Oh Mason! Mason!” she yelled, enjoying each stroke.
“Damn, Ma, you about to make a nigga bust,” Mason groaned, ramming himself even deeper. Turning around on his dick, Candice leaned over so that he could get a good view of her round, plump ass. Playing with her asshole, he inserted a finger inside.
“Oh Baby! Play with my ass! Oh Mason!”
“I’m about to bust baby!” he yelled back.
“Ahh, go deeper! Ahh yeah, go deeper!”
Gripping her waist tightly, Mason watched as cum juices poured down her thighs. Thrusting harder, he hurried his orgasm in hopes of not getting caught by his mom. The harder he pumped, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the more he neared cumming. Slowing down some, he stroked her until cum came flowing down from her valley. Cumming too, Mason’s juices trickled down Candice’s thighs, causing a clapping sound every time she eased down on his dick. Hearing a key entering the keyhole, Mason jumped up but not fast enough.
“May—” Sharice began to yell but was stopped by the sight in front of her eyes.
“Momma, it’s not what you think,” Mason tried to explain.
“Mason, what in the hell is going on here!?”
“Mrs. Cummings, I am so sorry,” Candice apologized.
“Candice, save your apology ’cause I don’t want to hear it! What you need to do is get your clothes on and get the hell out of my house!”
“Yes, ma’am,” Candice sobbed as she walked past her with her hands covering her breasts.
Slapping Mason upside his head, Sharice screamed, “What in the hell were you thinking, Mason!”
“Ma, we was just fooling around! It was nothing, don’t trip!”
“It sure doesn’t look like nothing! Standing there wit yo’ little-ass dick out! You’re naked, Mason, with cum dripping down yo’ leg! Does that seem like nothing to you?”
Holding his dick in his hand, he whispered, “Nah.”
“I can’t believe that you would disrespect my house like this!”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry my ass, Mason! I can’t trust you anymore after you pull a stunt like this! Wait until your father hears about this!”
“What you running and telling him for?” Mason yelled.
“Because he’s your father, Mason, and I think he should know how his son disrespected my house, that’s why!”
“What you think you telling him gon’ do? I’ma grown-ass man; there ain’t shit he can do to me!” Fuck him! He don’t give a shit about you or me! ’Cause if he did he wouldn’t have left you for Tammy! You just want to have an excuse to talk to him! Face it, he doesn’t want you anymore, Ma!”
Slap!!!
“Don’t you ever in your life talk to me like that again? Do you hear me?”
“Mason, I’m getting ready to go. I’ll talk to you later,” Candice said easing out of the door.
“Do you hear me Mason Alexzander?!”
“Yeah!” he yelled back as he left the room.
With tears forming in her eyes, Sharice picked her keys up off the floor and headed back to her car. Sitting in the car she placed her head on the steering wheel and had herself a good cry.
Part Three About thirty minutes passed by and Sharice still sat with her arms folded underneath her tear-stained face. Lifting her head up, she wiped her eyes, and tried not to take Mason’s words to heart. But that seemed to be very hard to do since everything he said was true. A part of Sharice still longed for Lester’s affection. She wanted to believe that maybe deep down inside he did in fact still love her.
Sharice tried to fool herself into believing that the relationship between him and Tammy was just temporary and that he would be back. She had been lying to herself for the past five years, telling herself that dating was useless. But in fact, all she really wanted was to be back in Lester’s arms. Looking at herself in the rearview mirror, Sharice realized how foolish she looked. Not wanting to see her own reflection anymore, she rummaged through her purse in search of a number.
Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring . . .
“Hello?”
“Maliq,” Sharice whispered, barely getting out through the
tears.
“Sharice is that you?”
“Yeah. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called.”
“Nah, it’s not a problem. I’m just shocked to hear your voice’
that’s all. What’s up? You sound like something is wrong?” “I don’t want to talk. I just want to see you. Is that okay?” “Yeah, you want to meet up somewhere?”
“No. Your house is fine,” she replied as she fixed her makeup
and hair. After getting directions, Sharice jumped on the highway and was parked in front of Maliq’s house in less than ten minutes. Knocking on his door, she waited patiently, feeling a little nervous. Smoothing her hair back once more she heard the sound of his footsteps nearing the door.
“Come on in,” Maliq said as he opened the door in a wife beater and jogging pants.
“You have a nice house,” Sharice said as she surveyed his living room.
“Thank you.”
“The color concept that you put together is really nice,” she replied nervously.
“Sharice, I know you didn’t come over here to discuss the décor in my home.”
“You’re right.”
“Well then, w
hat’s up?”
“To be honest with you, I don’t know why I came over here.”
“Damn, that’s cold,” he grinned.
“I don’t mean it like that. It’s just that I know that I shouldn’t be here.”
“But you want to be here, don’t you?” Maliq said, now in her personal space.
“Yes,” Sharice whispered, while gazing up into his eyes.
“I want you, Sharice,” Maliq kissed her neck.
“I want you too,” Sharice responded, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Taking her into his arms, Maliq guided her body over to the wall behind them. Still pleasing her neck with his lips, he interlaced his fingers with hers and placed them against the wall.
“Don’t move your hands,” he instructed.
Lightly gliding his tongue down over her chest, he lifted her shirt over her head. Unclasping her bra, he let it slide off and threw it across the room. Feverishly tonguing her nipples, Maliq kissed them as if they were her mouth. Biting down on her bottom lip, Sharice closed her eyes tight. Letting her inhibitions go, she held on for the ride.
Sucking her nipples until they were nice and long he flicked his tongue across them while massaging her curvy waist. Trailing kisses from her breasts on down he let his tongue play with her navel. Wanting to taste her, Maliq unzipped her jeans and slid them down her voluptuous thighs. Pushing her thong to the side, he placed each of her legs on his shoulders and began to assault her pussy with his tongue.
“Oh Maliq,” Sharice called out while cumming.
Tasting her warm tender flesh, he enjoyed the sweet nectar that lay in between her thighs. Fully aroused, she began to let her hands roam across her body. Stroking her breasts, she pinched and pulled as if she were alone. Looking up Maliq became even more aroused when he saw Sharice toying with her nipples. Wanting to drive her even crazier, he sucked on her clit until her legs began to vibrate. Grinding her pussy against his face, Sharice licked her fingers and placed them on her clit. Noticing what she was about to do, Maliq grabbed her hand.
“Uh-unh, Baby, ain’t no need for that. I got you,” he said.
Removing her legs from around his neck, he turned her around toward the wall. Spreading her ass cheeks apart, Maliq slid his tongue slowly up the crack of her ass. Loving having this done, she came again all over his mouth. Ready to feel her, Maliq stood up and undid his pants. Holding his dick in his hand, he slid it up her now moist ass as she began to shiver.
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