“We’d better get back upstairs before people start talking,” he said, with a laugh.
Jessica laughed too. “Oh, god. Can you imagine?”
He winked. “Hell, let ‘em, Jessie.”
Jessica brushed past him, and Winston followed.
seven
Jess was disappointed when Winston announced it was time for him to go. And she was suspicious when Nicole announced she was ready to call it a day too. Jess’s jealousy popped again, made stronger by the warmth she still felt from Winston’s embrace. Being in his arms just felt natural. She had never felt so safe or protected from a simple hug. Winston was her knight in shining armor for chasing Chazz away from her. Jess didn’t think Chazz was dangerous, but Winston kept the situation from becoming even more awkward.
Nicole grabbed her purse and met Winston by the door. They stood close and looked every bit a couple, even though they had only just met. Jess knew what her friend’s designs were for Winston. Nicole had been by his side all day. And if her bragging was on target, Nicole would certainly show Winston a good time, but it just didn’t sit right with Jess. She still had trouble admitting her crush, and didn’t want to attribute her feelings to it now.
Being a happily married woman, it was just plain ridiculous for Jess to be jealous that her friend might be going home with her neighbor. Her very strong, handsome neighbor. His arms felt like granite when he’d held her. Jess pushed that from her mind. She was being silly. She and Winston were—and would always be—friends. If Winston had any real designs on her, that moment in the basement would have been the perfect time for him to try something. She would have rebuked him, of course, she told herself.
“It was great to have you down here,” Jess said, embracing Nicole. After the girls hugged, Nicole also hugged Kyle and kissed his cheek.
“I’ll have to make it down more often. It was fun.”
“Thanks for coming, Nic,” Kyle said. “Maddy, come say goodbye to Aunt Nicole.”
“It’s okay, really. I already said goodbye, and I don’t expect her to tear herself away from her new toys,” Nicole insisted.
“Thank you for coming, Winston,” Kyle said, offering a hand.
“You have a wonderful home. Thanks for having me,” Winston said, returning a hearty handshake.
“We’re really glad you came. It meant the world to Maddy,” Jess said.
Jess instinctively stepped forward and stood on her tip-toes to hug Winston. She realized they’d barely had any physical contact before today, and now it felt like second nature. Those strong arms closed around her and almost lifted her from the ground, but his hands did not wander—not that she expected, or wanted them to. She kissed his cheek and noted how masculine he smelled. His scent was spicy and called forbidden things to mind. It was a relief when he let her down.
“You’re walking me to my car then?” Nicole asked Winston.
“You don’t feel safe here?” he teased.
“I think I’d always feel safe with you around.”
They said their goodbyes and Jess saw them out the door. She lingered, telling herself there was nothing to it. The couple walked up the block and got to the corner, where they stopped to chat. Jess assumed that Nicole had had to park at least a couple blocks away. Winston said something Nicole laughed at, and then they turned back the way they came, walking right into Winston’s place.
Jess felt her jealousy smolder and tried to stop her mind from going places it shouldn’t. Nicole and Winston seemed like such an unlikely couple that she couldn’t help picturing it. Winston would dwarf the petite brunette, it seemed like she would disappear into him, except for the contrast of their skin tones. Winston was a deep mahogany, while Nicole was a light beauty. She was not as pale as Jess, but looked light beside Winston. Jess’s mind ventured beyond the abstract. She saw Winston’s clothes being pulled off in her mind’s eye, and her heart pounded. Jess retreated into the house and forced her mind to other things.
~~~
Winston and Nicole walked up the street, for the moment maintaining the pretense that he was walking her to her car. He knew exactly what she wanted—he always knew what women like Nicole wanted—and he was happy to give it to her. The only question was whether she would make the first move. They reached the corner and he looked back over his shoulder. Winston thought he saw Jessica, standing in the doorway watching them. He allowed a tiny smile.
“You don’t really need me to walk you to your car, do you?”
Nicole laughed and trailed her fingers over his chest. “Not tonight, unless that’s what you want.”
“You’re not the shy, retiring type, are you?”
“Life is too short to beat around the bush, isn’t it?”
“I don’t mind a little bush.”
Nicole leaned in close, stood up on her toes, and whispered, “You may be disappointed then.”
Winston chuckled. “Oh, I doubt that, girl.”
He took her hand and led Nicole back to his house. He knew Jessica was watching them. Taking her friend home was a calculated risk. Flirting was one thing, but fucking Nicole was another. It was possible that Jessica was one of those women who wouldn’t go near him after he had her friend, but something told him that wasn’t the case. Winston thought fucking Nicole would only make Jessica think about him more. He could see her curiosity was growing already. How long would it be before she couldn’t help herself?
It was dim in the small, cluttered living room. Winston’s house had not been rehabbed the way Jessica’s had. He’d updated some things since he’d inherited it from his grandmother, but he had neither the cash, nor the inclination, to gut the house the way the gentrifying crowd was doing. He had a big, floppy, cream-colored leather sofa on the long wall, and an antique table that had been his grandmother’s in front of the window.
The table still held several of her knick-knacks and family photos. Winston had a large extended family, and there had been some bitterness that his grandmother left him the house. He thought his siblings and cousins could get fucked. When their grandmother had been ill and started having trouble getting around, Winston was the one who stayed with her. He was the one who took her to her doctor’s appointments. And when some of the neighborhood predators thought the old lady might be easy pickings, Winston made sure they knew otherwise.
The low coffee table in front of the couch was cluttered with mail, but a tall glass bong stood out. Winston saw Nicole noticed the bong immediately. He offered her a hit.
“No thanks. It’s not really my thing,” she replied.
“You prefer something harder?”
“Molly can be fun under the right circumstances, but I pretty much play it straight these days.”
“I can imagine you and Jess sitting around in college smoking a reefer, but I don’t see her doing hard party drugs with you.”
“Oh, god no. Jess is not into that stuff at all. I’m sure she’s tried pot, but no, she’s too straight for that. I’m much more fun than she is.”
“I bet you are, Nic.”
Winston cradled her head in a large hand and kissed her. Nicole playfully flicked her tongue at his lips and softly moaned when he pressed the kiss harder. She balled his shirt in both fists, hanging onto him as the kiss grew more and more fiery. His lips were left hot when he pulled back from her.
“Can I get you anything?” he asked.
“I’ve got everything I need right here.”
Nicole kissed him this time and he wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her from her feet. He stepped backward until he felt the couch behind him and settled back into it, carrying the petite brunette with him. Nicole straddled his waist and it was a good thing she was limber. Her hands caressed his shaved head as she kissed him with purpose. Her dress was nearly at her waist already, so it was easy to nudge his hands under it and grab her butt. His fingers plucked at her tiny thong. Winston usually liked a woman with a little more of an ass, but Nicole’s was rock hard. He pulled her
closer by her ass and she grinded into him.
Winston brushed her silky black hair back from her face, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. Nicole hungrily sucked it, making him think how good she could be at using that mouth on other things. She had pretty, full lips. He’d put those lips to good use soon enough.
Nicole pulled at his polo shirt, and he raised his arms. She pulled it as far as she good, but then he had to whip it off. She smiled at his muscular chest and traced its outlines with her fingers. She seemed fascinated by him. Her fingernails tickled and he shivered, fighting the urge to laugh. His cock was growing hard, and he was not going to be derailed by being ticklish.
“You’re just a fucking stud, aren’t you?” she remarked, leaning in and kissing his chest.
“I’ve got weights in the basement.”
“I love a man who works out. I love that you’re so fucking big.”
Winston had a smart remark ready, but her tongue flicked over his nipple and all he could do was moan. Nicole liked that response, so she did it again. He grunted and laced his fingers in that soft, silky hair. He held her face to his chest, and Nicole licked and sucked his nipple. It set Winston on fire, making his prick throb. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he imagined it was Jessica there on his lap, worshipping his body. Would the blonde be so forward? He thought she would be timider. He knew he would have to take the lead with Jessica. For now, he would enjoy what a little minx her friend was.
Nicole pulled the straps of the light dress from her shoulders and it fell to her waist. She wore a black, strapless bra, but she quickly shed that too. Winston found her tits were even smaller than he’d thought, but they were cute and perky. Even in the failing evening light coming through the front window, he could see the dark, puffy nipples that looked like raspberry kisses capping her breasts. Her tits were pressed against his chest when she hungrily kissed him once again.
“I’m taking you upstairs,” he whispered, while nibbling on the side of her neck.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Winston stood, and Nicole remained wrapped around him. Her legs just closed around his waist, and she clung to his neck, kissing it while he mounted the stairs. She was practically weightless to him. He had not been with someone so petite in a very long time, and was going to enjoy tossing her around his bed.
The master bedroom was at the front of the house, so he turned at the top of the stairs and carried her down the narrow hallway, nudging the door open with his knee. His curtains were thrown back and the room was filled with the orangey glow of the streetlights outside. The combination of twilight and street lights created crazy shadows that hid just how cluttered his bedroom was. Winston found that most women expected a single guy to be messy, and no one had ever fled his bedroom refusing to fuck him because he had laundry on the floor. The kind-sized bed was similarly a mess, a mattress and boxspring sitting on the floor, wrapped in soft, unkempt black sheets. Winston did not skimp on his sheets.
Winston effortlessly tossed Nicole onto the bed and she landed with a woosh of air from her lungs and a laugh. She liked being tossed around. She kicked off her sandals and scrambled to her knees at the edge of the bed, reaching for him.
“Do you just throw all your women into bed?” she asked, while unbuttoning his shorts.
“I don’t usually need to. They just go right there.”
“You’re awfully full of yourself. Is it justified?”
Nicole yanked his shorts down and black boxer-briefs clung to his muscular legs like a second skin. A giant lump in them promised treasure, and Nicole couldn’t pull them down fast enough. His thick snake nearly smacked her in the face.
“I guess it is,” she said, smirking.
“There’s more to fucking than having a big cock. I’d think a girl like you would know that,” he replied, chuckling.
“Yeah, but having the right equipment helps.”
Winston didn’t know if Nicole had been with a black guy before, but she was reacting like the other white girls he’d been with who hadn’t gone dark yet. Nicole had that wide-eyed look that most white girls had when he first unleashed his dick. She had never seen anything quite like it. She held it in both hands and stroked it. Her fingers didn’t quite close around his girth. She stared at the big, angry head in wonder. If she was impressed now, she’d be shocked when he was fully hard, he thought. Of course the stereotype that all black guys had huge dicks was ridiculous—Winston had been in locker rooms—but he was proud to live up to the stereotype. He thought it must be tough to be a black dude with a small cock.
Nicole took her time playing with him, watching him grow as she stroked it. She looked eager, but maybe a little scared, too. She didn’t need to worry. Winston knew how to work it with tiny white girls like her. He’d make sure it didn’t hurt—not too much.
“Having fun down there?” he asked.
“Just getting used to it. I don’t want to sound…”
“It’s okay, baby, you can say it. It’s a big fucking black dick.”
“It’s fucking huge, Winston.”
“So show me what you can do with it, Nic.”
Nicole licked the fat head, bathing it with her tongue. It looked like a ripe plum, with a little eye. She trailed her tongue lower, but not too far. Her one fist held him at the base, just above his huge balls, and she squeezed him almost too tight, like she was nervous. Winston was shaved very close down there, and his balls were nearly clean. She licked her way back up to the head and kissed it. She dragged her red lips all over it, smearing what lipstick she had left. Winston grew impatient and nudged forward. She opened her mouth tentatively. Just sucking the head forced her to open wide. She focused on sucking the head and working her tongue, but Winston continued to nudge forward. He had to see what she could really take.
“Come on, baby. I know you can handle more than that,” he whispered.
Nicole’s eyes flashed up at him. He saw she didn’t like to be challenged like that. She opened her mouth wider and sucked him deeper. Her mouth strained to open wide enough to take his shaft, but with each bob onto it she managed to take a little more. The tight fit in her mouth felt incredible, and Winston started to shake. He didn’t even mind the way her teeth just barely grazed him. He’d gotten used to that over the years. The women who couldn’t open quite wide enough always gave him some of that. He nudged the back of Nicole’s head, and she moved past the halfway mark, but when his thick head pressed into the back of her throat, she started to choke on him. Winston eased back to let her breathe.
Winston was ready to move on anyway. Nicole’s hungry mouth had him aching for some pussy. She was not done with him. Undeterred by choking on his prick, Nicole took him right back into her mouth, taking him all the way to the back of her throat again. But this time she was prepared and took a deep breath. Nicole sucked that cock like it was her lifeline, one hand stroking his shaft, and the other rubbing his big balls.
“Fuck, girl, that’s good. Suck it nice and deep,” Winston moaned. Her brown eyes sparkled up at him, excited by his approval.
Saliva ran down his shaft, making it easier for Nicole to jerk him. She made little gagging sounds every time, but she still pounded him to the back of her throat. Drool ran from her lips and her face turned red, but she kept sucking as long as she could. She pulled off his cock with a deep, sobbing breath. His shaft rested against her cheek. The moment she had her breath back, Nicole started sucking his balls while she jerked him. Winston’s head was spinning. Nicole knew how to work a cock like no other, and she very nearly had him ready to come, quite a feat from oral. Most women just couldn’t hang long enough. It was with great reluctance that he stopped her.
Nicole made a disappointed grunt and stared up at him with pouty lips. She didn’t like having her toy taken away. Winston’s hands almost fit around her waist when he lifted her again and threw her further back onto the bed and crawled after her. She spread her legs and looked down between them with a little apprehe
nsion. She was scared of his giant rod. But Winston was not going to fuck her yet. He’d make sure she was ready first.
Winston crawled onto the bed, spreading her legs wide apart. Her dress had fallen up around her waist and barely covered her anymore. He would have just torn it off, but it was held in place by a wide leather belt, and he couldn’t be bothered to mess with that. Besides, it was hotter to screw a woman who was almost naked anyway. He grabbed her skimpy thong and ripped it from her. The thing looked expensive, but he didn’t care. This was his show now.
Nicole wasn’t lying. She was smooth as a cue ball down there. She must wax, he thought, and it must be fresh. He spread her pretty lips apart, exposing her inner pink, and pressed his own full lips to her, dragging them to collect her dew. She was tangy, just the way he liked it, and he pressed his lips harder, giving her a full kiss down there. Nicole cried out and arched her back off the bed. She was ready to go. Her cunt was juicy and Winston lapped at it slowly and deliberately. He wanted her right on the edge.
Her legs naturally slipped over his shoulders, heels digging into his strong back. Winston held her tiny ass in his hands as he feasted on her. While his tongue traced around her clit, he pressed his thick thumb inside her. Nicole moaned deeply and pushed herself at him. She quickly flooded his mouth, and his thumb easily slipped right in and out of her. He took away his thumb and replaced it with his thick tongue. He pushed his tongue up inside her, fucking the little brunette with it while he hungrily sucked her entire cunt with his lips.
“Oh fuck! Oh god! Ohhh…” Nicole cried.
Nicole locked her thin thighs around his head and bucked her pussy at his mouth. Her thighs were surprisingly strong, and Winston was locked in place—not that he wanted to be anywhere else. The more she gushed, the better the outcome. But he did switch his focus, returning his tongue to her clit, while pressing two big fingers up inside her. It was a tight fit, but Nicole was going to have to get used to that. Luckily, she was drenched, and she sucked his fingers right in. Her breathing became rapid and her voice was low in her throat.
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