by Lace, Lolah
There’s no way you can come over here unannounced and not got on your knees. She knew what time it was. Selena edged off the couch and went down on her knees. She took her place in between my legs. She pulled my boxers down and took my cock deep in her mouth. I was too long and thick for her to take all of me but she was more than half way down. She wet me up real good and then she bobbed up and down on my Italian Stallion. Suck my shit! Suck it! I relaxed and tilted my head down on the couch. I closed my eyes and placed one hand on the arm rest and the other on the back of her head.
Selena’s mouth drenched my cock and I completely chillaxed. My body sank into the couch and all my troubles drifted up and away. She flicked her wet tongue over the head of my penis and my toes curled inside my socks. Shit this feels so good. I raked my fingers through her hair and grabbed a handful of her tresses. I pushed her down on my shaft further and further down my cock, until she gagged. I love that choking sound. Choke on this big cock. Take all this cock. You can do it baby girl. Feel me in your throat. You can do it. Deep throat this cock. Selena was gagging on my cock as I pushed her down as far as she could go. She gripped my slick cock with one hand and squeezed hard. Fuck! I almost came. I slammed my fist down on the armrest. I squirmed as she twisted her fist up and down on my junk.
I looked down at the back of her head. She was going wild on my cock. I wrenched her face up.
“Look at me.”
Selena’s eyes shot up to mine. She had my cock in her mouth. Her eyes were raining tears. She slowly bobbed up and down my shaft as the tears fell from her eyes. I love to see girls cry on my cock. First I gag them and then the tears start flowing. That shit feels so good.
“Lick my balls.” I ordered.
Selena licked from the tip of my cock down the underside of my thick cock until she reached my balls. She licked the rigid skin of both my balls before she took one and then the other ball into her hot sexy mouth. I scooted up on the couch so she could suck until all my juice seeped out. My little chica took both my balls in her mouth and sucked and sucked. She held a firm grip on my cock and stroked her fist up and down my shaft.
Selena licked her way back up and over the head of my cock. She pressed her lips over the tip and squeezed my cock into her warm wet mouth. She rapidly dipped her face down in a frenzy until my eyes rolled back in my head. I couldn’t take anymore. My cock stiffened and my cum shot out into her warm throat and filled her oral cavity to the max.
Selena swallowed every dip drop of my jizz. She sat next to me on the couch and waited for me to pull my boxer shorts up. She cradled her head into my lap. I grabbed the remote control and changed the channel. It took about an hour for Selena to fall asleep. I placed a pillow under her head and slipped out the room. I went into my bedroom. I locked my bedroom door and crawled into bed and fell asleep.
The next morning I heard Selena twisting my bedroom doorknob. When she realized the door was locked I heard her exit stage left. Sunrise is definitely time to bounce. Don’t wear out your welcome. I don’t cuddle. I don’t let booty calls sleep over. Its rules to this shit. Some girls don’t get the rules. They try to force their will on you. I do what I want to do. Either you rock with that shit or you rock out.
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One week later I had secured a date with Deja. Secured is the operative word. I had to offer my left nut to the Virgin Mary to get this girl to kick it with me. I was looking forward to this date. I had dated smart girls before but there was something about her that was uniquely different. Her conversation was different than any other girl I had rapped to before. She obviously was smart but she didn’t make you feel stupid the way that brainiac girls often do.
Deja was cool in a way that was hard to describe. All I knew was I enjoyed hearing her talk. I never tuned her out like I did most young girls. When we were on the phone I never could guess what would come out her mouth. I talked to her for hours on in or until one of us fell asleep on the phone.
Most high schools girls were self-centered and predictable. They talked about a lot of bullshit because they were still kids. Deja was mature, more mature than me probably but that didn’t bother me. Being smarter than me was an easy task to accomplish. A lot of girls are smarter than me. What I lack in smarts I make up for in looks, charm and personality. Oh and my cock is big. I’m sure that helps.
I was comfortable being an underachiever. With Sonia as my little sister I took my rightful place as the immature clown and resident fuck-up. I let Sonia be the intelligent good kid that our parents can be proud of. I was secretly proud of my little sister. Sure I still snuck up on her and scared her to death and I still coughed and sneezed in her hair. I also farted on her bed just like a loving older brother but I’m very protective of her. I would kill for Sonia.
After countless weeks of late night cell phone conversations, Deja finally agreed to go out in public with me and hang. We went to the movies and then to the Olive Garden. We had finished eating our pasta dishes. I didn’t order any booze since she was underage but I wanted to. Being out with her made me a little nervous and I needed some wine to mellow me out. It was pretty dead in the restaurant so we just sat at the table and talked.
“I know you’re a player.” She said with a smile to soften the blow of her insult. It could be a compliment depending on what you’re looking for.
“Who! How you gonna just label me without even getting to know me.”
“You know it’s the truth. I heard it from some mutual friends.”
“You got me mixed up with another guy. Tell me who’s talking smack about me behind me back so I can set them straight.”
“I’m not going to tell you. I’m trying to judge for myself.”
“That’s what’s up? So do you like me at all?”
“If I didn’t like you I wouldn’t be here.” Deja provocatively licked her lips. She was flirting with me. Maybe I have a shot to get in her hot box. Shit, I got this in the bag.
“I’m glad you let me take you out.”
“I’m glad I came. You know I don’t date white guys.”
“I’m not white. I’m Italian. I’m better than white.”
“You think so.”
“I know so.” I was trying to charm her and keep my cocky side from taking over and turning her off.
Deja smiled and her huge dimple sprung out and enticed me. There was something about this girl that was different. Damn, I said that before.
“You seem very confident.” Her smile was so friggin’ sexy. Her body was killer. How the hell is she a virgin? Christ!
“I am very confident.” Shit, my cocky side.
“Some may call it arrogant or egotistical.”
“I don’t care about some. I care about what you call me?”
Deja’s face got serious and there was silence before she spoke. “RJ why are we here?”
“What you mean? We’re on a date. I’m getting to know you and you’re getting to know me.”
“I told you I’m not giving it up.”
Maybe not today baby girl. But I’m not worried about it. I always get ass. “Why are you always bringing that up? You don’t have to beat me over the head with your virginity. I’m cool with it. It’s cute.”
“Cute.” She smirked.
“Yeah, if that’s your thing, rock that shit.” I shrugged. I will be rocking that V card right out of you soon enough baby girl. “I’m just trying to get to know you.”
“Is that what’s really up?”
“Hell yeah. You fine. I’m fine. We fine squared. I don’t care that your hymen is intact. That shit is between you and your gynecologist.”
Deja giggled. “You are so funny.” She covered her mouth when she laughed.
She’s shy, cute, sexy and a virgin. I got a lot of work ahead of me. She’s worth it. Her skin is like hot chocolate. I wish I could drink it, threw some marshmallows on her tits. In time she will be mine.
“So what’s up Deja? You feelin
g me?” I asked. I need my ego stroked from time to time.
“Yeah you alright.”
“When we going out again?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tomorrow night, we can go out for ice-cream.” I wanted to see her lick an ice-cream cone. That shit turns me on.
“You really want to go out tomorrow?”
“Hell yeah, I like you. I want to spend time with you. You fine as hell. I want all the brothers to see me with you and say damn he got a fine ass girlfriend.”
“RJ you are so silly.”
“That’s the GH.”
“The God’s Honest. You a trip.”
“I’m tripping over you.”
“So I’m your type?”
“Hell yeah. Sexy, gorgeous, tanned.”
“I’m more than tanned.”
“Yeah you got that permanent tan. You want me to try to wash it off?”
“Black doesn’t wash off.”
“I know but I would use any excuse to touch your sexy body.” Deja was quiet. She didn’t have a snappy comeback for that one. “So you gonna act like I didn’t say the word girlfriend.”
“I was going to skip right over that part and act like I didn’t hear you.”
“Deja, I’m trying to rock with you exclusively?”
“Why?”
“I like you. I want to change my Facebook status to in a relationship.”
“That’s cute but RJ, I don’t think me and you are going to work.”
“Tell me why?”
“I have to be a guy’s only girlfriend. I don’t have time for players, liars, and hoes.”
“Okay hold up. I’m not a player. I never lie to girls. I’m not a hoe.” Damn, I just lied. I kind of am a hoe. At least that’s what my moms says. Moms calls me a man-whore. “It doesn’t matter what happened in my past. I want to see you. I want to be with you. I may have been a free agent but now I wanna get signed to your team.”
She poked her lips out at me. “One date and you want to be my boyfriend?”
“One date? I’ve been talking to you for two months on the phone every day. Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not a boy. I’m a man.” I leaned in close just to let her know who was in charge.
“That you are.” Deja inched back in her chair. I think I got her little girl panties wet. “How are you going to be faithful to a virgin when I know you get down?”
Cute. “I’m going to masturbate three times a day and watch porn.”
Deja broke out into laughter. “RJ”
“I’m being honest.”
“So Mr. Honest. When was the last time you had sex?”
To tell the truth or to lie. “Does it matter?”
“No it doesn’t. I just want to see if you’re going to lie to me since you’re a man and not a boy.”
“It was two weeks ago.”
“Thought you didn’t have a girlfriend.”
“I don’t. It’s was a booty call.” Double booty call. No need to mention the oral situation with Selana a week ago. I tasted Mexican and now I’m trying to taste this soul food.
“So that’s normal for you, smashing random girls?”
“It’s not normal. I don’t have a girlfriend and I was in need.” I winked.
Deja shook her head in disbelief. “In need.”
“Listen, I remember my virginity—”
“Do you really? That had to be over a decade ago.” She joked.
I smirked. “Now who’s trying to be funny?” It was exactly a decade ago. I was twelve but that’s another story. “Getting in your pants is not my primary goal.” What the fuck did I just say?
“But it’s one of your goals?” She asked.
“Hell yeah! Any guy says otherwise is a friggin’ liar.”
“RJ you a trip.”
“I think we should move slow. Get to know each other better.” Did I just say that? Next thing you know I’ll be carrying a murse.
“Okay RJ. We can go out again. I like you but if you lie to me about anything, you can lose my number. I don’t have time for BS.”
“I don’t either but I’m serious. I’m not on bullshit. I have all my time for you.”
“You have all the right things to say.”
“Maybe I’m Mr. Right.”
“Maybe.” She arched an eyebrow and shrugged. I have to have her. This is my mission. Deja or die.
CHAPTER 4
After two straight weeks of hanging out every single day, Deja still refused to commit to me. It was cool. I was just happy being around her. I was doing my thing which consisted of staying away from all the other girls that were blowing up my phone. Selena. Selena. Selena. Ignore. Ignore. Ignore.
Deja was going to be my girl. That was a fact but like so many things in my life some bullshit resurfaced to block my flow. I wasn’t going to let that happen. I have to take control of my life. I’m so tired of these girls trying to lock my cock down when I had made it clear I’m not looking for a girlfriend. I didn’t mean Deja. I wanted her to lock me down.
Now that I’m trying to actually have a real girlfriend these young sluts are pouring salt all over me. They pour salt and I pour cement. It was time to call la mia famgilia. I had to involve my uncle.
Uncle Mason drove me to Bar Louie. I loved it there. They had the best looking barmaids and waitresses. In my naughty past I had my eyes on this one heavy Puerto-Rican chica that worked the bar. I also had my eye on this cougar, a much older Italian lady. At this time I wasn’t making any romantic moves with anyone but Deja.
I had to move forward and get rid of some of my past dead weight. Plus I was trying hard to take things to the next level with Deja. I couldn’t hide another girl from her. We had been spending so much time together and Deja was too clever. I knew she would probably catch me creeping. I wasn’t going to risk it.
I wish I could be with her right now. Deja and me time had to be put on hold. I had to ask Uncle something and I knew he was going to be a little pissed. I picked tonight because I knew he was in a good mood. He saw Kari today. He was always in a good mood after they smashed. I noticed that right away.
Uncle was a different man after her visits. He joked around with us. He bought us lunch. He let me bullshit around in the office. The longer he was away from Kari the grumpier he got. I would never let a woman have that kind of control over me. She had him by the pork and beans. Then again she must have some good pussy to affect his mood like that. Uncle was the definition of pussy whipped.
For shame, I whip the pussy. The pussy doesn’t whip me. I should get that tattooed on my back. There’s no way I could pull that off. I couldn’t hide it from my moms. She would surely kill me with that 22 she carries in her purse.
Some new waitress seated us over by the patio. Tonight I was a little nervous but Uncle wasn’t Oscar the Grouch today so all bets were in my favor. I waited until we got our beers. I ordered the fries and calamari.
“Okay kid what’s up. Why am I here?” Uncle asked but he was still in a good mood. His tone was even and steady.
“Uncle Mason, I need to hit you up for some cash.”
“How much?” He asked taking a sip of his beer. He was still being cool.
“Four hundred.” I waited for him to snap. He was quiet. He was waiting for more info. “There’s this Mexican girl named Selena. She’s pregnant. I got two hundred dollars but I need more to terminate this pregnancy.” Wonder if Selena knew she was pregnant when we had the threesome. I guess it doesn’t matter.
Uncle shook his head and glared at me. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah I’m for reals. If I’m lying I’m dying.”
“How old is she?”
“Twenty.”
“You’re going in raw? You’re not using protection with these girls?”
“We started with condoms. But this one time the condom broke and I was already in there so after that, I mean whatever.”
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bsp; “Christ RJ. This should be your first and last abortion.” Actually it’s the second but who’s counting. Plus I have a four year old. I guess he doesn’t know that. “Do you even know that she’s really pregnant?”
“Yeah I’m not a friggin’ idiot. I bought two of those EPT tests and I watched her pee in the stick.”
“Is this kid even yours?”
“Unc, don’t even ask me if it’s mine. I can’t be sure. Nowadays these girls are so slutty. It’s hard to keep them on one cock at a time.”
“RJ, RJ, RJ you are the biggest ass-clown this family ever produced.” He rubbed his hand over his face.
“Now that’s a bit harsh. I’m learning from my mistakes. I’m still young and I have time to grow and mature.” I would say anything to get the money. Selena popping up pregnant after she told me she was on the pill. This is some bullshit.
“How long you going to use that I’m young card?”
“Til I’m twenty-eight.”
“That shit expires at twenty-five.” He joked with a serious expression.
“I couldn’t go to my moms. She was going to bust my balls, call me a man-whore and probably tell my pops. I’m coming to you ‘cause you my favorite uncle. It’s hard for me to control my junk. It’s like my cock has a mind of its own. You gotta understand?”
“I understand.” He agreed and shocked me with his sincerity. “Once I give you the money, how do I know this girl is going to get an abortion with it?”
“I’m not a total idiot.”
“That’s up for debate.” He lowered his eyes at me and guzzled his beer down.
“That’s cold. I’m going to take her to the clinic. I’m not going to put the money in her hand. I’m going to drive her there and pay the doctor myself.”
“What if she changes her mind?”
“Uncle, I told her if she doesn’t get rid of it, I’ll stop giving her my Italian sausage. She wants my cock more than she wants to change poop diapers.”
“I sure hope so. I should punch you in the balls then maybe you would stop fucking everything in a thirty mile radius.”
“I don’t fuck everything in the general vicinity.”
