by Tanya Ridley
He displayed a huge smile at my comment. “Well, I’m very picky when it comes to women,” he mentioned. “I don’t want to settle down with just anybody. I need a woman with class along with beauty and intelligence. I want a woman that has motivation to do something with her life other than trying to find a rich man and live off his wealth. I date, but I haven’t been in a committed relationship in five years. So, I’d rather be alone and date causally, than to be unhappy with the wrong woman in my life.”
Damn, that leaves me out. “I hear that, so if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” I asked.
“I’ll be thirty-three in a few months.”
“You look younger; I assumed that you were still in your late twenties.”
“I believe in taking care of myself, so I workout on a regular. I have a personal gym in my house, and I love to swim. I also run five miles everyday.”
I let out a small laugh. “So I guess you could kill me for bringing you to this place where someone could have a heart attack at any moment,” I joked. “Especially since you’re really into fitness.”
“I told you. You could’ve asked me to meet you at a place that sells fried lizards, and I would’ve come. I had to see you again.”
I blushed once again. “So you really run five miles a day?” Maybe I need to start running so I can practice getting away from the cops or the dudes in the street.
“Everyday, I get up at six in the morning and start running. It’s best to run in the morning, so the air can open your lungs, and you don’t have the hot sun pounding down on you,” he informed.
“Well, listen, you’re on your own with the running. A sistah like me is not trying to get up at six in the morning to run anywhere unless I’m being chased. Besides, I can think of better things to do at six in the morning, where you can sweat at the same time,” I added.
“Hey, I love to sweat,” he said with a sexy grin.
For the third time in less than an hour, I blushed.
“So Dee, I have a question…is Dee your real name?”
He had caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that. Does he know something? “It’s a nickname that I’ve had since I was a kid.”
“So, your real name would be?”
“If you’re lucky, you’ll find out in due time, but for now, you know me as Dee,” I said.
“Dee it is then. And how old is this fine Georgia Peach?”
“Here you go again with the lame jokes. We’re definitely gonna have to work on your comedy skills, or get you to watch some Def Comedy Jam or something,” I said. “I’m twenty-three.”
“Well beautiful, I can’t wait to get to know you a little better.”
By the end of our meal, his jokes got better and he almost had me in stitches. I began to enjoy his company so much that the time seemed to fly by.
“Would you like to come back to my house,” he asked once again catching me off guard with his question.
I couldn’t believe how easy it was to get next to him. I hadn’t even planned on going to his house this soon. “What are you trying to do when we get there? Don’t think I’m some type of freak.”
“Dee, believe me when I tell you that I think you are a very classy and respectful woman. I’m only trying to get to know you better, so I thought we would drive out to my house and just talk.”
After a few more seconds of trying to act like I wasn’t sure about his request, I finally answered, “Okay, I’ll go to your house, but don’t try anything stupid.”
“I promise, I’ll be on my best behavior,” he replied.
Several minutes later, we left Hodges with me following behind my new target. As we headed North on I-85, I started thinking about what it would be like to have sex with him. I’d never fucked a white boy, so I was curious. I started to tingle between my legs and began to think about the numerous dirty positions he could put me in. I hadn’t had sex in two months, so my kitty was begging to be touched. I immediately started thinking about my last boyfriend Rashad, who I hadn’t heard from in a couple of months. The last time I’d seen him, he told me that he was going to New York for a couple of days and never came back. Since I wasn’t the type of girl to welcome every dick that came in my direction like Mya, after Rashad left I used my vibrator almost every night to fill the empty void between my legs. I missed Rashad because even though he was a tough hustler from the streets, he always treated me with respect. But it was no need to dwell on the past because since he’d decided to leave, it was his loss, not mine.
I was in shock when Scottie entered Greystone Parc,an upscale neighborhood in Gwinnett County with homes ranging from half a million, up to a million or more. I’d heard Mya mention this neighborhood from time to time, but I never really paid her much attention. Mya was known for talking about fancy places where she wanted to live once she got paid, but as usual I ignored her because she was probably chasing a dream. When we finally arrived at his gated 1.5 million dollar Georgian-style home, I was in awe. I couldn’t believe my eyes as I slowly pulled up behind him in the lengthy paved driveway. I’d only seen houses like this on television.
I quickly got out the car with anticipation and walked toward him.
“This is it,” he said. “One of my homes. Do you like it?”
“Nice, are you kidding me. You’re such a baller,” I said.
“When it comes to balling, I invented the shit,” he joked.
“Um, mm…right.”
“Let me show you around,” he said, extending his arm.
“I can’t wait.”
I followed him into his lavish decorated home that immediately blew me away. When I stepped into the magnificent foyer, it reminded me of one of the celebrity homes on MTV cribs with its exquisite marble floors, curved staircase, and extremely high ceilings.
He then led me into the living room that contained an oversized masonry fire place, and three sets of French doors that led to the backyard.
“Let me show you how I get that exercise I was telling you about,” he said, opening up one of the beautiful glass doors.
When we stepped onto the cobblestone walkway that led to the Olympic size pool, jacuzzi and full size basketball court, I felt like a kid at Chuck E. Cheese. Being from the hood, I’d never seen anything so beautiful. Mya would die if she sees this shit.
“Damn, this place looks like the Playboy Mansion,” I said, admiring the huge stainless steel grill that looked like it could hold a hundred steaks. “Are you sure your name isn’t Hugh Hefner?”
He held his head back and laughed. “Of course not. You don’t see anybody running around in bunny outfits do you?”
“No, but I haven’t seen the rest of the house yet, so it could be a few bunnies around here.”
“Well let me show you some place that’s really special to me,” he replied.
He led me upstairs to his luxurious master suite, with its glass double sided fireplace, sixty inch plasma television, and an Italian Limestone bathtub. This dude is definitely doing it.
“So, what do you think of the place so far?” he asked.
I was speechless because it was truly breath-taking. I loved every square inch, but still decided to act like I was used to this type of luxury. “It’s okay.”
“Okay?” he looked upset at my answer. “Okay is for one bedroom condos; my home is more than okay. I even decorated it myself.”
For a minute I thought he sounded a little cocky. Obviously, he was arrogant when it came to his money. What if I lived in a one bedroom condo? I sucked my teeth. “Is that supposed to mean something? I mean, you have taste, I’ll give you that, but if I lived here, your shit would look like royalty with my touch.”
He walked up to me slowly and took my hand into his. “Well, convince me that you’re worth staying and we can work something out.”
My panties instantly became moist. We stared into each others eyes, with his face just inches from mine. He smelled so good, and his touch felt so inviting.
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“You’re a beautiful woman, Dee. A woman like you deserves a place like this,” he stated.
I felt flattered, but I had to get my head together and think. He was a mark. Both he and his lavish crib were nothing but distractions, and I knew I couldn’t get caught up in good looks, a piece of dick and his smooth talking.
Instantly my cell phone began to vibrate. I reached into my purse, pulled it out and slightly shook my head. It was Mya. For some reason, it felt like she knew I was slipping. “I need to take this.”
“Cool. I’ll be downstairs,” he said. When he turned to walk away, I grabbed his arm.
“By the way, I was just joking about your home, it’s beautiful.”
“Thanks,” he said, closing the bedroom door to give me privacy.
I went into his bathroom and closed the door. “Hello.”
“So what’s goin’ on?” Mya asked, getting straight to the point. I’d told her about my date with Scottie, but I’m sure she probably thought I was still at the restaurant.
“You’re not gonna believe that I’m at his crib,” I whispered just in case he came back in the room.
“Are you serious? So what does it look like?”
“Even more than you could imagine. You would be sick to your stomach.”
“What did I tell you, can I pick ‘em or what,” Mya screamed into the phone.
“Yeah, you definitely got a gift when it comes to sniffing money.”
“Shit Diamond, after this score, we’re gonna be good for a minute,” she said.
I thought I heard a noise in the bedroom, so I quickly turned on the faucet. “I gotta go. I think he’s coming.” I quickly hung up when I heard a knock at the door.
“Dee, are you okay in there?” Scottie asked.
“Yes, I’ll be out soon,” I replied. I decided to turn my cell phone off so I wouldn’t be disturbed anymore. I knew Mya would be calling back. I looked at myself in the mirror, played with my hair, and opened the door.
An hour later, we were in the backyard enjoying some bar-b-que chicken, potato salad and baked beans that Scottie had whipped up, and to my surprise it was very good.
“Does everything taste okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, you can definitely burn for a white boy,” I responded.
He smiled. “I learned from the best. I grew up with a lot of black friends and their mothers use to cook for us all the time. I love soul food.”
“I couldn’t be around you if you cook like this all the time. I would be big as a house,” I said, rubbing my stomach.
“I don’t think that’s possible. You have a wonderful body…definitely thick in all the right places.”
“Look at you, lusting over some brown sugar,” I teased.
“Hey, the darker the berry….”
“The sweeter the juice,” I interjected his statement.
He smiled. “So how sweet is your juice?”
“Oooh, are you trying to get fresh with me, Scottie?” I teased.
“Only if you get fresh back,” he commented, showing off a devilish grin.
“Well, put your hormones on hold for now. I came here to chill, not to do anything else.”
“I’m sorry if I offended you. I guess I got caught up in the moment. I love your company, so we can talk all night if you want.”
During the rest of the day and into the evening, Scottie had my undivided attention. We talked about his family, Atlanta, kids, and even his business. He wouldn’t tell me his net worth, but I already had my own idea.
The more we continued to talk, the more I felt comfortable around him. Despite what I had been taught by Mya, I began to tell Scottie about my real life. I told him about my love for hair and how I wanted to own a salon one day when I saved enough money. I knew Mya would’ve disapproved.
“So how long have you been doing hair?” he asked.
“Almost six years now.”
“Wow, so when are you getting your license?”
“After I finish school in a few more months. I’ve been doing hair in my kitchen for a while, so I’ve got a pretty decent clientele,” I replied.
“Hey with some luck and your skills, pretty soon you’ll have a house bigger than mine,” he said.
“You’ve got jokes, huh?”
“No, I’m serious. I see a beautiful, gifted and well rounded woman, and if she puts her mind to it, she can do whatever she wants. You are your dream, Dee, and you’ll get there someday. Don’t let anyone tell you any different,” he said.
I was shocked. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. You don’t even know me, and you believe in me so strongly,” I said, blushing by his words.
“I know your character, and I see me in you, so don’t let any obstacles stand in your fuckin’ way.”
“Thank you,” I returned. His words were so motivational he had me smiling for the rest of the evening.
I got quiet for a minute because different sets of emotions were going through my head. Fuck it! I haven’t had sex in two months. Suddenly my pussy began to throb and all I could think about was his dick.
I stood up and walked over to him seductively. He looked up at me with his beautiful green eyes and then sat his drink down next to him.
“You ready for me?” I asked in a seductive tone. Before he could answer, I decided to straddle him, and instantly felt his dick getting hard. “Mmmm, it feels like you’re a big boy,” I teased, grinding my pussy against his crotch.
He grabbed my hips and enjoyed the slight lap dance I performed. He leaned in for a kiss, and I didn’t resist. Once our lips connected, our tongues deeply entwined with each other. Our kiss became intense, passionate, and suddenly we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Bit by bit, he gradually started taking my clothes off. I saw his eyes widen when he unbuttoned my Victoria Secret’s bra and my large breasts stood at attention. He slowly began to lick each nipple and they instantly became hard. His tongue felt so good against my skin. Seconds later, the only thing that I had on were my four-inch heels.
Scottie quickly took off his sweatpants and then his boxers. He was pretty big for a white guy. I looked at him and displayed a huge smile. I was glad he had plenty of dick to work with.
“Don’t believe the myth,” he joked.
His body looked even better, with a washboard stomach, firm thighs and nice biceps. I stood and looked at him as he put a Magnum condom over his shaft. It had been too long since I felt a man’s touch, so I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.
“It looks like you’re ready,” I said, walking up to him. I slowly positioned myself on top and didn’t waste anytime inserting his dick into my dripping pussy. I instantly felt the penetration opening me up.
“Mmmm,” I moaned, as he began thrusting into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck to get a better grip, and began gyrating my hips against his lap.
“You feel so good,” he said between thrusts.
“You do too,” I cried out. As he pushed himself deeper inside, I dug my manicured nails into his back, leaving scratches.
I continued to move my hips back and forth, taking his entire dick, until I felt my legs quiver, and my clit tightening. I was about to cum.
“Don’t stop…ooh, right there…right there,” I chanted. It felt like my whole body was on fire. I dug my nails deeper into his skin and held my head back.
When his thrusts became faster and harder, I instantly felt myself cumin’. He clutched my ass firmly, feeling the juices of my pussy all over him.
“Damn, you feel so fuckin’ good,” he shouted.
The sex seemed to get better every time he pushed himself further inside. I moved my ass back and forth until I saw his eyes roll into the back of his head. I knew he was about to explode. Suddenly, he let out a loud moan and immediately began to quiver. I wasn’t sure about him, but my two month itch had definitely been scratched, and it felt damn good.
I climbed off of Scottie’s lap and looked at him as his chest moved up
and down at a rapid pace. My pussy felt so damp, but so fulfilled.
“Are you okay?” he asked in between deep breaths.
I nodded.
As he stood up, I took another look at his thick long dick. Staring at his manly figure made me instantly want a second round.
“We need to cool off,” he said, and with that, he took a dive into his pool.
“You’re crazy,” I said, as he came up out of the water.
“C’mon on in, it’s the best feeling after sex,” he replied.
“So I take it you’ve done this before.”
“Maybe, once or twice.”
I smiled, took off my heels, and then jumped into the pool after him. I dived in head first, not giving a fuck about my hair. I hadn’t had this much fun in a while, so I wanted to enjoy every minute.
Later that night, we ended up in his bedroom and fucked until we were both exhausted. I knew Mya was gonna kill me for getting too close to another mark, but at the moment I didn’t care. If she could have pleasure before business, then so could I.
Chapter 6
Diamond
The next morning I woke up with Scottie between my legs and loved every minute of it. I guess one myth was true, white boys really did know how to eat pussy. I held his head into place and loved how he devoured me with strength and authority. I was so loud that I thought I was gonna shatter the glass in his bathroom.
Later that morning, I walked downstairs and found him flipping pancakes butt-naked. Scottie had no shame in his game. Even though we had sex, I was still a little uncomfortable being around him in my birthday suit, and had decided to throw on one of his t-shirts.
“I know you’re not insecure about having the perfect body,” he said, handing me a plate of eggs and sausage.
“No, I’m not insecure about my body. I’m just a little uncomfortable walking around naked,” I replied, looking down at the oversized Miami Dolphins shirt.
“How can you be uncomfortable when your ass has been in the air all morning,” he joked.
I looked at him and laughed. “Where are we eating this?” I asked referring to the food.
