a/n: So I ended this a little while ago, but I wanted to revisit it and maybe schedule another tryst with our couple. This will probably only be two additional parts. This one and the actual meeting.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
2 months later.
Tasha and I were seated comfortably on our enclosed back porch, passing the fat blunt back and forth I’d rolled this morning before leaving for work. Sipping on her Sweet Red wine while I sipped from my glass of Hennessy, we were in a relaxed state. It was almost 10:00 pm on a Friday, and the muggy weather, accompanied by a slight breeze, was perfect. We shared happenings of our day; I complimented her on a dinner well prepared, and now we were both topless, watching the last of the purple-painted sky disappear. Her bare back against my chest brought me an unmatched calm on nights like this. Our outdoor couch and cushions were so comfortable. Shit, the entire backyard was a vibe dressed in greenery, dim lighting, a big maple tree that housed the sweetest birds, and most importantly, privacy.
Tasha was at the bottom of her second glass of the evening and was beginning to squirm in my arms while I rubbed her stomach with my fingertips. I would occasionally cup her breasts, but not to cause too much arousal too quickly. I would just palm them, hold them subtly, then go back to rubbing her stomach. Her once stretched-out legs that were crossed over one another were now bent at the knee, wide open, and although from this angle, I couldn’t see that pretty lil thang, I knew her fat lips were probably exposed since she was only wearing a small red thong.
I could smell her aroma as she went on about what she wanted to do this weekend. My hand slid down from above her belly button to below, pausing at the lining of her tiny panties. I know she wants me to descend lower, but I want to ask her something before I do.
“Baby, let’s play a game,” I whispered low in her ear.
“Uh. Okay. What game, love?” She turned her head closer to my lips.
“Truth or dare.” She lifted a bit, glancing back at me.
“Seriously?” Her grin showcased perfect white teeth.
“Yeah. You go first.” I offered.
“Hm. Okay. Truth or dare?” She asked apprehensively.
“Dare mama,” I replied, taking another sip.
“I dare you to… take these fucking boxers off.” She lifted to glance down at my semi-hard dick.
“Girl… You ready for me?”
“Not yet, I just want him out and available when I am.”
“Hmph. Aight.” Placing my glass on the side table, I stood up in front of her. Tasha now sat back on the couch as she watched me, her legs falling open again, and as I suspected, that thin-ass fabric was swallowed up between those thick lips. Just that fast, I was hard as a goddamn brick.
She looked me up and down as I lowered my boxers over my hips and thighs, slowly edging them to the floor. My manhood sprang up in her face, and she unabashedly licked her lips before pulling the bottom one between her teeth.
“My turn,” I spat. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” She chose. “I pick truth.”
“I've been noticing that ever since your birthday, you've been more into anal play. Do you miss the feeling of double penetration?”
Her expression became unreadable. Well, actually, her face showed a few responses, but she had yet to answer.
“I- um. I enjoy anal play. But that’s not necessarily the same thing as DP. W-why do you ask?” She stammered through her response.
As Tasha’s energy began to feel nervous, if not full-blown anxious, I pulled my boxers back up my thighs and sat next to her. I moved her chin in my direction to look her in the eyes. “What’s wrong, baby?”
She looked down before taking a long breath.
“Tasha. You know you can tell me absolutely anything. Especially about how you feel about that situation. Speak your mind ma.”
Her brown orbs met mine. “I- I do miss it.” The reply couldn’t have been any louder than a whisper, but since we were so close, I heard her loud and clear.
“Baby, why did you feel like you couldn’t share that with me? Do you feel bad for missing that feeling?”
Her browns pinched, then unpinched. Her mouth opened to speak, and then she closed it shut.
Being the patient man I am, I remained quiet so that I didn’t interrupt her while she organized her thoughts.
“I am hesitant to share those thoughts with you because I don’t want you to think I want Malik. That night cracked something open inside me. I’d never been handled like that. Never fucking worshiped like that. You… him… in my ears. It was like you both were in my skin and it was exhilarating. Let me be clear, I don’t want an open relationship nor am I dissatisfied with what we have. It was just a new feeling, and I miss it.”
For whatever reason, her eyes began to water.
“Baby, do you want to do it again?”
Her eyes widened, “You m-mean like do I want to experience double penetration again or do I want to experience it again with Malik and you specifically?”
“Either, mama. What do you want? I don’t only grant your requests on your birthday.” I planted a small kiss on her lips, pulling her into my lap to straddle me.
“Tell me what you want, babygirl. I’ll give you whatever.” Placing another kiss on her lips and palming her ass, she moaned, relaxing into me.
With both arms around my neck, she confessed, “I want to feel you both again. I want to be filled to the brim with dick and fucked out to where I reach new levels of a high that only you can provide me.
Lifting her, I got my fucking boxers over my knees once more and slid that small material to the side, allowing her to sink on me. We both let out a groan as she adjusted to me bottoming her out.
Slowly stroking up into my water-wet pussy, I nibbled her ear. “If you want to experience that again, baby, we can make that happen. All you ever have to do is ask. Ask me for whatever love, and it’s yours.”
A fresh wave of cream covered my dick, and I let her take over. She bounced that thick ass up and down while her perfect titties bounced in my face. Tasha would surely be the fucking death of me one day. In the best way. No doubt, I’ll die a happy man.
Her groans turned into strained moans the harder I became. Stretching her tight hole was my only goal most days. If I could assist her in reaching nirvana each time we were in intimate contact with each other, I didn’t need another task completed that day.
“Open your mouth, baby,” I instructed as I pushed my middle finger in, causing her to take a brief break from chanting my name. Removing it, I placed my hands back on her ass only to pull her cheeks apart and use that same finger to circle the inner skin of her asshole. She clenched down on me, almost pulling all that I had in my balls out.
Pressing in further, her brows furrowed, “Nut on this dick girl. Give me that shit.”
Her pressure was building with each thrust and ministrations from my fingers.
“Ahh, papa, right there. ugh. please.’
I quickly placed my hand securely around her neck as she let go and gave me what I asked for. My lap was instantly drenched as she squirted all over me.
“Look at me.” Her eyes shot open as she traversed through her orgasm.
“You understand what I told you baby?”
She nodded.
“Anything for you baby. Don’t doubt me or even try to spare my ego. I’m the lucky one here. You come home to me every night and drink me dry. Your loyalty doesn’t go unnoticed.”
Tears escaped her eyes as she continued to spill her juices down the inside of my thighs.
“You want to experience your birthday gift again, baby. All you need to do is say so.”
“Ugh… Tariqueeee.” Not letting up, I squeezed her throat tighter, causing yet another wave of sticky cum to leak from her center. She was approaching a new height of ecstasy, which I knew would render her in a deep sleep sooner than later.
“Yea baby. I feel you. She so tight baby. So fucking tight. Too goddamn tight.”
Her eyes were closed now as the waves were beginning to simmer.
“Fuck girl. Oh my god. I’m bout to nut. Get on your knees. Suck your nut out.” Removing my fingers from her body, she did as she was instructed. Eyes on me as I placed both my middle and index fingers in my mouth, sucking them clean, she locked on tightly to my dick as she nastily sucked it, placing her red-painted dick grippers around the base.
My heels dug into the floor, and I could feel myself lifting from my seat. If her pussy was wet, her mouth felt like a faucet of aloe vera gel. She was quickly overtaking my senses, and I couldn’t hold her gaze any longer.
In the sweetest voice, “Give me what’s mine papa.”
I peered down at her as she felt my nut creep up the thick vein on the underside of my dick, resulting in her beautiful face and chest being painted.
Stroking me dry, she didn’t cease until I was empty.
“Tomorrow, I’ll work on setting up another meet-up.”
Summary: Violet and Chez do some shopping, hit the club, and receive a special surprise while there that lands Chez in a new situation.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, f receiving oral, fingering, etc.
Word count: 4.7+k
A/N: There will be one more chapter to this series, and then I'll be sharing a few short stories with maybe only 1-2 parts. Thank you to everyone who has read this series. Love y'all.
*I do not own any of these photos.
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
“Dolphin plank pose. Hold it for 30 seconds.”
“Girl, you know yoga isn’t my thang,” Chez complained while getting into position.
“Chez, we've been trying to make it your thing for years now. Hold it for 15 more seconds,” I reminded her, hoping she would just shut up and allow me to keep her as limber as possible. Babygirl complains about back pain periodically and I warn her that if he stretched more, it may help.
“Shit, this is hard!” Chez groaned.
“Now, try crane pose.”
“Bitch, now you’re asking for a lot.” Chez spat.
“Look, just try it. Watch how I get into it.” I maneuvered as slowly as possible so she could mirror my actions.
“Because I love you, I will try, but you owe me waffles after this.”
“Deal.”
~
Chez and I spent another 20 minutes in my heated yoga studio before I let her off the hook. We were both panting and ready to inhale some food.
“You ready for those waffles?” I yelled in her direction down the hall after placing my hair into a wet bun.
“Hell yeah. Let me grab my shoes.”
We rose this morning around 6 am from last night’s voyeur session and slowly made it to our beds and slept a little past 10 am. She slept in my guest room, which she affectionately referred to as 'her' room.
Pulling my “Black Girls are Lit” sweatshirt over my head, I grabbed my matching colorway AirMax 90s so we could finally leave. Chez wore biker shorts and a Living Single sweatshirt. We looked like we were overdressed to go work out.
“Who driving?!”
“I’ll drive since you’re buying,” Chez offered while I punched in the code on the keypad near the door. It beeped twice, and I joined her in her black Altima.
Snapping a quick pic of my sun-kissed skin and oversized shades, I sent it to Daniel. Caption: I woke up like this.
His reply chimed a few seconds later.
Him: Now mama, you know I know how you look when you wake up. Quit playin.
Me: Oh, you think you funny. I look goodt.
Him: Yea. You smiled though didn't you.
Me: Whatever. How you sleep?
Him: Good af. I crashed when I got back to the crib. Got a good workout in this morning and now, Cinn and I are about to go to the vet.
Me: Is she okay?
Him: Yeah. she good. Just a check-up.
Me: Cool. We did some yoga earlier, and now we’re about to grab some breakfast.
Him: Oh word? Where y’all going?
Me: This place not too far from my house, that has the best waffles I’ve ever had.
Him: Nice. You’ll have to introduce me to that place one day.
Me: I definitely will. This may sound silly, but I miss you.
Him: Not silly at all, baby. I miss you too. Aside from last night, we haven’t seen each other in person in almost a week.
Me: True. Chez will be with me through tomorrow so we might have to plan something next week.
Him: Aight. What y’all gettin into today?
Me: Well, after breakfast, I need to hit the mall. We’re going out tonight, and I need to find something to wear.
Him: Hm. I’m picturing you in that lingerie I bought you.
Me: Yeah, that shit was nice. I might wear something similar tonight.
Him: Now you think you funny.
Me: What?! I can’t wear what I want?
Him: You absolutely can wear what you want baby. I’m not trying to control you. However, I’m sure you don’t want me walking around half-naked or, at the very least, in some grey sweatpants.
I giggled so loud.
“Damn girl, you over there giggling like a hyena!," Chez spoke as she made her exit from the highway.
“Hush!” I shot back.
Me: You right. I won’t even argue with you. I’ll find something that covers my tittes completely. I promise. Will that make you happy?
Him: LMAO. Yes. Cover my titties for me. Maybe tuck that pussy away too.
Me: I mean…. I could wear a swimsuit then if that’s all you want.
Him: Bye, Violet.
Me: You can’t hang up on me through text Daniel!
Silence. That man really hung up on me through a text.
We arrived at Cherry’s Waffle House just as I was typing away at lightning speed with a reply. I decided to let it ride. I’ll get his ass back later.
~
“Chez, come here. Let me know how this looks.”
“Aight, you ready for me?” She asked from the other side of the dressing room door.
“Yea.” I opened the door and stepped back.
“Meh. I don’t like it.” She scowled.
“What about it don’t you like?” I wore a sequin dress with spaghetti straps that came to the middle of my shins.
“Well for one, it’s too much fucking dress. Where are those gorgeous legs? There ain’t even no cleavage.”
“Damn, tell me how you really feel. Help me then. You're out there looking for yourself!”
“I’ll be right back.” She exited quickly.
“She better not bring me back a dress that’s supposed to be a t-shirt,” I mumbled to myself.
About 5 minutes passed, and I heard a knock on the door. “Ok Vi, I got you 4 options.”
I opened the door in only a bra and panties and was forcefully met with the plastic hangers holding what I hoped were great options for me to try. Closing the door, I looked at the first dress.
“Chez, what the fuck is this silver thing you brought me?!”
“Let me see it.” I could hear the smirk on her face as she asked me to open the door.
I walked out of the room to the dressing area hall.
“DAYUMMMMM YESSSSS,” Was all she replied as she stood from the couch.
“Girl, I won’t be able to bend down or sit without my pussy being seen.”
“And….?”
I gave her the dirtiest look and walked back into the dressing room. Option 2 also did not cover my ass. However, the last dress, though. I think we might have a winner.
“Okay, I’m coming out,” I announced with confidence, feeling beautiful and sexy in this dress.
Chez looked up at me and gave me a wide smile. The top was a halter, allowing for ample cleavage, and there was a deep plunge in the back with two strings joined together in the middle of my back. The fabric began again just above the crack of my ass. Length-wise, it stopped at mid-thigh.
“Yes, we have cleavage and leg action!” She praised.
We shared a laugh while I went back to redress in my original clothes.
“Now, you got something to wear tonight?”
“Hell yea, that silver dress you tried on a little while ago!”
We both busted out laughing, making our way to the checkout line.
~
A few hours passed, and I woke up from a much-needed nap. It was 9:50 pm, and I could hear Chez in ‘her’ room speaking on the phone. I knew it was a guy by the way she was speaking, but I couldn’t figure out who it was. Slipping my feet into my cozy house shoes, I strolled down the hall to her doorway. Catching her attention, I mouthed, “Who you talkin to?”
She placed the mystery man on mute and replied, “Girl, I’m talking to my weed man trying to get him to deliver here.”
“Oh! Well, I’m about to shower and get ready.”
“Aight mama. I’ll start too.
~
My bathroom became steamy after the hot water ran for a few minutes while I was in my room undressing. A thought came to mind, and I grabbed my phone to FaceTime Daniel. He needed to know what he had hung up on earlier.
He answered, “Hold on, baby, let me grab my AirPods.” He was out of view. Looked like he was in the car.
I could hear him rummaging through his things to find them. Once he had them securely in his ears, he picked up the phone off what I assume was his lap, “Okay. Hey baby…. Why are you covering the cam-” He stopped speaking mid-sentence when I removed my finger with the camera aimed at the mirror. It wasn’t completely covered with steam, and my naked frame was still visible.
“So, you just gon call me with all of that, ma?” He questioned with lust-filled eyes.
“I mean… I just wanted you to see what you left on read earlier,” I turned around in the mirror, giggling my ass cheeks together, giving him a little show.
He released a low moan, “S-so you bout to get ready to go out?”
“Yes! I’m about to shower, lather my body in that cinnamon, vanilla body butter, and put on some of that perfume you like,” I shared with my bottom lip wedged between my teeth.
I could see he was trying to contain himself.
“Hm. I’m on my way home. What club are y’all going to?”
“Club Allure.”
“Hm. Okay. Well, enjoy yourself, baby. Hit me up and let me know you made it. Y’all getting an Uber?”
“Yeah, we’re going to need to, I already started sippin’ on sometin’,” I confessed.
“What you drinkin’ on, baby?”
“Some of the Ciroc we had last night.” I propped the phone on the counter to secure my shower cap. His quick glances between the screen and the road made me smile. He was trying hard to focus on the road but with each movement, he kept his eyes glued to my body. My breasts swayed as I tucked my hair into the plastic cap.
“Did you find a dress?” He grinned wide, showing those sexy dimples, causing me to squeeze my thoughts slightly together.
“I did. I’ll send you a pic, babe. I’m gonna speak to you later, I gotta go.”
“Okay, mama. Talk later.”
~
The music from the heavy bass that blared through the speakers caused my heart to beat in tandem. We’d just arrived, and the Ciroc was running through me. Our first stop was the restroom to use and check my hair. The bathroom was styled with an area for lounging, paired with a huge floor-length mirror. After washing my hands and tipping the attendant with a couple of dollars, I positioned myself away from the mirror and snapped a shot of the back of the dress, checking my angle before sending it off to Daniel. Chez walked past me toward the door, holding it open so we could get our night started. I quickly placed my phone in my clutch and followed my girl to the bar area. I wasn’t sure if he would love the dress or tell me to put some fucking clothes on, but either way, I felt sexy and confident.
“Hey, ladies, that was a quick trip!” Chez friend Cortez stated while he held a spot in front of the crowded bar. He bought our first round and declared that he had us for the night.
“Yesss, free drinks! Chez and I said at the same time. I took a sip of my Sunset Paradise, closing my eyes briefly, grateful that we did not drive because it was fruity but strong. My legs went numb a little after the second sip.
We worked our way toward the dance floor while Cardi B's “Money’ began, and Chez started bouncing her ass on me. Cortez made his way through the crowd, dropping off another round of drinks, and I was becoming tipsy as fuck. We’d shared a joint on the way here, so that, coupled with another round, to say I was feeling nice was an understatement.
A tall man walked up behind me, placing a hand on my waist, attempting to catch the ass I was now throwing with my girl still in front of me. I could feel his dusty dick on my ass, and it immediately sobered me up enough to walk away, grabbing Chez so we could move to another spot on the dance floor. Daniel flooded my thoughts. We’d only gone out once, but I was missing his presence. He always makes me feel safe and secure.
Chez turned toward me when the DJ switched up the song and could see a look on my face, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing girl.”
“Naw, there’s a look on that pretty face. What happened?”
“Nothing happened. I’m good. Forreal.” Tory Lanez, Drip Drip came on, and we resumed dancing, forcing me out of my head.
A few songs had gone by, and I still hadn’t checked my phone since I sent that photo earlier. We were having so much fun. I went over to the bar, which thankfully wasn’t as crowded as when we first arrived, to sit for a second. Chez began dancing with some fine ass nigga who was about 6’2”, with russet skin, medium muscular build, with a low tapered caesar.
They looked to be speaking to each other as they danced. At one point, I saw his hands ghost over her ass cheeks, and she didn’t flinch. Chez and Rico were always on and off and to my knowledge, this was an off moment. I’m sure babygirl needs some grade A dick after what we did last night.
A thick presence was felt to my left, and as I was preparing to decline any offers, I smelled him. With my head on a swivel, I turned toward him, and I could physically feel my heart melt.
“Whassup, baby?” He hugged me, causing me to become completely intoxicated by his scent.
“Baby! What are you doing here?!” Before he answered, he planted a few kisses on my lips, taking my breath away.
“Woman, you sent me that pic earlier. I needed to see this shit in person.” He confessed while taking my hand, twirling me around for a full 360-degree view.
He sat in my seat and brought me close, hands trailing down my bare skin, making small circles on my bare lower back. I leaned in, “You like the dress, huh?”
“More than you know.” His warm hands pulled me closer while I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing a hand back to cup his face. We gazed into each other’s eyes, and I began sucking on his earlobe, moving down his neck.
“Girl, what you tryin’ to start?”
“You already know daddy.” He groaned as I was now pushing up on his growing erection. Turning around, I faced the dance floor searching for Chez. “Chez is busy ain’t she?”
“Yea I’m glad they found each other. That’s my boy.”
“What?!”
“Yeah, we came together. I didn’t point him in her direction; I just told him that you were here with your friend. He approached her on his own.”
We swayed to the beat as we observed the very visible attraction Chez and Dion had for each other. As soon as the dancehall tracks played, Chez wore that man out. I dragged Daniel on the dancefloor, and it felt as if we were the only two people in the whole building.
“Baby, I’m ready to go. Why don’t we go back to my place?” I propositioned in his ear while trailing my hand down the front of his pants.
“Shit. Come on.” He placed his large hand over mine and led us to the area where our friends were dancing.
I pulled Chez toward me, spilling the beans on who she’s been dancing with and that we were ready to leave. She agreed and we joined the men so we could leave.
~
Seated comfortably in the passenger seat, Chez and Dion were in the back talking low to each other. Daniel had some shit playing that I, per usual, had never heard. He placed his hand on my thigh, and I naturally parted my legs for him. Rubbing my inner thigh slowly, he spent time there before moving up toward my slippery center. I wore the thinnest thong in my wardrobe.
“Damn baby, are you bare?” He mouthed.
Pulling the hem of my dress up a little, he could see I had a little something on covering myself. The seductive swipe of his tongue across his lips caused my mouth to fall open. We were almost at my house, and the backseat became really quiet. I glanced back to see Chez and Dion making out. Daniel peeped them in his rearview and grinned at me.
~
Unlocking my door, Daniel carried my heels and flicked the light on. I entered barefoot, horny, and ready to pounce on this nigga. Chez guided Dion to her room and closed the door.
“Damn, I guess we won’t be seeing them for a while.” Daniel said with a smirk.
“You sure? How long you known him?” I was drunk but not that fucking drunk.
“Baby, I’ve known him since childhood. He’s cool. A gentleman like me.” He assured, walking up close, grabbing my throat gently.
I smiled widely, “Oh, that’s what you think you are?”
“Absolutely,” Was all the response I received as he walked backward, leading me toward my room.
“Naw, baby. You're not a gentleman at all. You a nasty nigga who I need to handle something. I pushed him down onto the bed, straddling him. I could feel the breeze hit my folds as my dress rose.
“Oh you want that rough shit tonight?” He flipped us over, lifting my dress to my stomach. He bent low, moaning into my panty-covered center.
“Not super rough. I just enjoy it when you take complete control of me. Make me forget my name, Daddy.” I instructed as he peppered kisses all over my inner thighs. He lifted to kiss my lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue, causing my desire for him to be inside of me to triple.
He maneuvered between my breasts, pulling at the material of the dress with his teeth. With no challenge at all, the string from the halter top gracefully came undone, leaving me bare to his gaze. He maintained eye contact, taking one of my nipples between his lips and sucking. Arching my back, I tossed my head back, moans of his name in repetition from my lips. The electricity that has been generated between us only seems to grow stronger as time progresses.
Daniel was up, stripping out of his clothes, kicking them aside before taking a foot into his hands to kiss and massage. Obviously, remembering my complaints earlier. The level of attention to detail he pays to my body is exceptional. That must make sense given his occupation. I heard a knock on my door who I assumed was Chez.
“Who is it?” I quizzed.
“It’s me Chez. I need to speak to you for a sec.”
“Baby, go ahead and lay down. I’m gonna speak to her.” I slid my robe over my shoulders and left the room. We were in my kitchen near the sink before we spoke.
“What’s going on?” I looked her over to see if she was in distress.
“So… isn’t Dion fine as fuck?”
“Girl, I know you ain’t get me from up under that man to tell me that,” I giggled.
“Naw, I just needed to state that fact. So… do I smell bad or something? We’ve been in my room watching tv and talking, but he hasn’t tried to fuck or even do anything past kissing.”
“Come here, let me sniff you.”
Chez swatted my hand away as she laughed.
“Ugh, girl we're right next to each other.”
“You smell good girl. Same scent you had when we left. Is he hard? Like, have you felt a dick print or anything?”
“Yeah actually. He’s semi-hard.”
“Well, Daniel says he’s a gentleman. Maybe he’s not one of those men who tries to fuck as soon as they get close to a woman. Especially one they just met.”
“That could be true. Well, I’m not forcing it. I mean we did just meet. But I would settle for some kissing and hand action tonight damn!”
We shared another laugh before I advised her to just chill for the night. Maybe take that dress off and put on something comfortable. “Continue to talk and get to know one another. That way, you’ll be able to read him better.”
“Aight Vi. Thanks. Now, go back to your personal masseuse.”
We walked out the kitched back to our rooms.
POINT OF VIEW-CHEZ
I quietly opened the door, sliding back in like I was creeping around. I laughed at myself as Dion looked up at me from his phone.
“You good?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just went to get some water. I’m gonna change. Do you mind if I take off this dress?”
“Naw, you want some privacy?”
Damn, he is a gentleman. “No, it’s okay.”
Sliding the double doors open, I sorted through my bag to find some black shorts and a fitted tank. Facing the closet, I slipped the dress over my boobs, down my waist, and pulled the tank on. I didn’t have a bra on, but by facing this way, he couldn’t see anything. Now, for the more difficult part. I shimmied down the dress, and although I had on a thong, I was definitely giving him a show.
“So did y’all eat before coming to the club?” I glanced over my shoulder to ask, breaking up the silence and his stares.
“Uh, yea, I ate earlier. I’m good for now. Did y’all eat something?”
I was fully dressed now. “Yes, we ate earlier, but I’m kinda hungry.”
“Do you have a taste for anything? I can go grab you something if you’d like.”
“Oh no, Vi has food here. I’m going to make some quesadillas and I’m sure once you smell them, you’ll want to try some too. Let’s go to the kitchen.”
Powering off the TV, I grabbed my floor-length cardigan since all I had on was a tank top that stopped just above my belly ring and some short shorts. I did not want to walk around like this with Vi man here.
~
“So Dion, you like chicken or steak?”
“Chicken definitely. Steak is not going to be as easy to burn.”
“Oh, you a gym rat too?”
Dion chuckled at my sassy response, “You could say that. Working out for me helps me with consistency. I started two years ago because at that time I was a new business owner and it was the one thing I really needed to get together.
“That’s dope. What is it that you do?” I inquired while seasoning chicken strips for grilling on Violet’s George Foreman.
“I’m a brand manager and marketer for creatives. We help them create and maintain their brand and then market that brand to their customer base,” Dion shared as he cut up tomatoes and green peppers.
We continued to chat about work, which turned into us talking about our relationship status.
“So… you got a girl?”
“No. I had one. We were actually in a long-distance relationship, and it did not work out. In the beginning of my business, I worked a whole lot, which didn’t leave much time for her. We decided it was best to end things.”
“Damn. I’m sorry to hear that.” I genuinely was sorry to hear it. I mean, had she still been around, I probably wouldn’t have been standing here making quesadillas with him, but it still sucks to hear.
“What’s your schedule like now?” I didn’t really want to ask since this is our first time speaking, and he doesn’t owe me shit.
“Well, I now have an assistant and a business partner. It’s not just me anymore, and my schedule is much more stable. I’m interested in trying again with someone. I guess now it’s meeting the right person.” He winked at me, and I smiled.
~
Taking our plates back to my room, we decided on a movie. Violet had a collection of classic black movies, and I asked Dion if he’d ever seen Sprung. He’d never seen it, and I convinced him he would like it if he enjoyed 90s black movies. We watched as we ate, and he smashed his food as I knew he would.
“Damn girl, this shit is good. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I took his plate and placed it with mine on the floor near the nightstand. “I’m sure y’all are probably staying until morning, so you’re more than welcome to get comfortable. He removed his dress shirt and pants, with only an undershirt and briefs on.
Before lying down next to him, I dimmed the lights on Vi’s dimmer remote. Dion embraced me with his arm around my waist while I leaned into him. Throughout the movie, I occasionally felt his dick twitch, and it felt nice and thick. I’ve been a horny mess since last night, and I just wanted a little action. I can wait for dick, but shit, give me a booty rub or something. I went back and forth with myself in my head until I felt him move his arm and rub his hand up and down my thigh.
Maybe he got the hint since I've been backing this ass up on him for the past 10 minutes.
Shifting to lie on my back with my legs slightly parted, I made sure baby boy could find his way. He peered down at my face, then at my lips, kissing me deeply. I guided his hand down my stomach, pushing his fingers beneath my shorts. A small whisper, “Touch me,” escaped my lips.
He continued to kiss me while applying pressure to my clit. For a moment, I questioned if he was being shy but I soon didn’t have to tell him what I wanted next at all. Moving his hand futher, he dipped his long middle finger into my drenched folds, twirling the fluid around up and down my opening… teasing me.
I moaned into his mouth, enjoying the pleasure. He’d repeat this motion a couple of times, causing me to beg him to stop teasing me. Groaning, he dove two fingers inside and I squealed, thanking the Universe for that gesture.
The straps of my cami shifted to the sides of my arms, and I pulled my arms out, shoving it down around my waist. He took no time to lift up and get on top of me, planting kisses that turned into bites all over my chest, never letting up on the pond below. I thought about keeping my shorts on and I knew if these bitches came off, I would allow him to be inside of me, but I didn’t have any condoms in here with me. Thankfully, he didn’t take it that far. He fingered my pussy with precision, thumbing my clit, while sucking on my hard nipples causing me to cum undone three times. With the movie long forgotten, Dion was causing me to get lost. He removed his hand only to replace it with his tongue after sliding the crotch of the shorts to the side. I fisted the sheets, moaning like I paid rent here.
“Ugh, goddamn Dion.” I pointed my eyes in his direction to see those sexy, almond-shaped orbs staring back up at me.
“You taste so fucking good, baby. You won’t stop leaking, girl. Don’t stop leaking girl. Let me get all of it.”
He placed one hand beneath my knee, l pushing it back, opening me up a little more while holding the fabric in place out of his way.
“Fuck. I won’t stop baby. Keep doing that shit. Make me cum again… and again.. and a-”
Dion did just that. Shoving his thick tongue into my pussy while pinching my clit between his thumb and index finger, I could feel my hearing go out.
Fuck. I was feeling this nigga, and we just met. But Vi and Daniel fucked in less time than Dion and I knew each other, and look how they turned out. Dion brought me out of my daze by bringing me right back to another orgasm where he slid those digits back inside while kissing and nibbling on my inner thighs. I was going to be over the edge and demand dick if he continued. Dion came back up to lie next to me, licking each and every glob of cum from his fingers. I gave him a smirk, catching the very end of the movie. I was asleep before the credits began.
Summary: Violet and Chez are finally back together for some girl chat, but drinks & quality tree dictate their Friday night.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, masturbation, f & m receiving oral, p in v, voyerism, slight dominance, took them through there, etc.
Word count: 3.33k
*I do not own any of these photos.
Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VII
POV - Violet
Me: Hey girl, you got some free time this weekend? We need to catch up!
Chez: Whassup mama, I can come by Friday after work.
I haven’t spoken to Chez as much as I’d like to in the past few weeks. Between going on my trip, being occupied with Daniel, and that week that my cramps were dragging me through the mud, she could basically say I had been M.I.A.
Me: Cool, see you then, Chezzy poo!
Chez: Damn, I ain’t heard that in years lmao.
~
It was Wednesday evening, I was beginning my night routine, and it was nice to be back in my element after being gone for a while. Daniel and I haven’t seen each other since the weekend, and it feels like fucking forever.
Were we becoming attached at the hip? Were we becoming inseparable? I won’t lie, I was enjoying every minute of this new… whatever this is. We move and act like boyfriend and girlfriend. Even saying I love you to each other. Granted, he was deep inside of me when that took place, but he told me he meant that shit.
Piling my curly tresses on top of my head, I wrapped a gold satin scrunchy around them, securing my hair in place. The warm water felt so nice on my skin; my nighttime cleanser did its job of removing the rest of my makeup after wiping most of it with micellar water and a cotton pad. The weather was beginning to get weird with fall and summer fighting each other. This also meant that my skin would act funny, and I needed to remain consistent with my skincare routine.
Opting for a bath today, I gazed at my body in the mirror while the tub filled. Daniel gave me a souvenir from his house in the form of a handprint on my ass that was just about no longer visible. I could also see how my booty looked like it was getting fatter. It could all be in my head, but I also have never been fucked like this. Let me find out that this was all I needed to do to put a little something extra back there. I giggled to myself.
~
Lying on the floor in my closet with a towel wrapped around my head and another around my body, I stared up at the ceiling, hearing SZA play in the background. Recalling what Daniel said to me the night I got back in town, I considered what it would be like to be his girlfriend. He told me he wanted me long-term, and so far, he has kept his word on everything else he’s said, so I know this is no different. Just a little while ago, I was single as a dollar bill, and now, I have a man who wants to spend his free time with me. A man who speaks about his future and includes me in his vision. This shit was so unexpected…
My phone sounded, and I saw his handsome face flash across the screen. “Hey, baby,” I answered, holding the phone above my head.
“Hey ma, why you on the floor?
“Just lying in my closet thinking…”
“Oh, what’s on your mind?”
“You... Well, us.”
“You sound concerned. Talk to me baby.”
With a smirk, “not necessarily concerned. Just running some things back through my mind. Like when you say things about making me yours, eating my pussy long-term, and including me in your future plans.”
He laughed.
“I just want to know if you’re forreal about those things.”
“Violet, baby, I’m serious about you. I want to continue to get to know you. I ain’t just talkin because you got an ocean between your thighs. Allow me to show you what I’m about. I don’t say shit I don’t mean. I’m a man of my word, and I don’t play games or spend time investing in someone I don’t see a future with.”
“Damn. Ok. I want to continue to get to know you too. So…” My eyes trailed off because I didn’t want to be the one to ask him.
As if he could read my mind, “So.. to answer your next question that you clearly aren’t going to ask, will you be my girl?”
My eyes shot back up to his, “Fuck yea. But I’m gonna have to let all my hoes know about this.”
“WOW!!!” he laughed so hard.
“Naw, you know I’m kidding.” I cackled.
“Naw, you serious. It’s cool, tell them niggas you mine now.”
We spent the rest of the evening recalling our days, places we’ve visited, and our goals for this upcoming year.
~
It was Friday and I’d just gotten home from my nail appointment. Deciding to hold on just a little longer to appease my appetite, I knew Chez would be here soon, and we’d order pizza and talk shit.
Although I heard the doorbell ring, I knew Chez would use her key and let herself in. The doorbell was more of an announcement than its actual purpose. Toweling off, I heard Chez yell towards my room, “Hey Vi, I parked in the driveway.”
“That’s cool, I don’t plan on leaving tonight. Did you bring some clothes?”
“Yeah, I brought some shit. Loungewear and a hoe dress just in case you take me out on the town tomorrow night.”
We shared a laugh, “Girl, what! You're right, though. I owe you that. I’m sorry for neglecting you, friend.”
“You should be. Last time we saw each other, I was making sure Daniel wasn’t a masked murderer.”
“Girl, nowhere close. We have so much to discuss, let me finish getting dressed, and I’ll meet you in the den.”
“Mhhmm”, she murmured as she trekked to the bathroom down the hall.
I emerged from my room, walking behind Chez toward the den. She had on some grey fitted joggers and a black cami. My worst habit was watching Chez's jiggly ass move as she walked away. Her top-notch stripper body was something to marvel at, and she fucking knew it.
~
The pizza was going to be delivered soon, and we always fucked with the delivery people. One year, Chez dared me to answer the door in only an apron and heels. When the driver told me my total, I turned around to grab the money from the counter, and all he saw was my bare ass. His mouth hung open as I handed him the cash and took the pizza. That shit was reckless as fuck.
This time, it was Chez's turn, and we were already tipsy from shots of Casamigos. We spent our time catching up, and each time I blushed from speaking about Daniel, we took a shot. I dripped some tequila on his shrunken wife-beater that I wore to relax in for the night.
“Ok, ok. When they get here, I dare you to answer the door topless.”
“OMG! VI, bitch you better not be serious!”
“The fuck I ain’t. What did you dare me to do last time? This is easy.”
Chez brought her palm to her mouth, remembering exactly to what I was referring.
“Yessss bitch, let us see those pretty tittes.”
Chez gave me a look, knowing how I get when I’m drunk. I turn into a full-blown horny ass freak.
“Listen, if I do this, you gotta hold my gun behind the door.”
“Bitch, my vision is getting blurry.” I drunkenly giggled.
“I’ll grab it from you if that nigga acts crazy. Just stand behind the door in case.”
“Ok. Me, a shot and your gun.” I listed while laughing.
The doorbell rang right on time, and I knew it would be a handful. We ordered pizza, wings, cheese bread, and Sprite. She was going to have to grab all that shit topless. I WAS DYING OF LAUGHTER.
Chez stood, shouting, “Coming!” toward the front door. En route, I walked in front of her backward, and in one swift motion, she pulled her cami above her head, and her tittles fell slightly. Her small brown areolas were looking me dead in the face, and her peaks became more pointed as we neared the door. She grabbed the gun out of her bag on the counter and passed it to me. Swinging the door open, she looked the dude in the eyes and said,” Well, hello, how much do I owe you again?”
“Huh? Uh.” He cleared his throat.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Chez quizzed with a smile.
“Uh, you owe $31.78.”
“Cool. Here’s $40. Keep the change baby.”
“Uh.. uh. Thanks.” He stood there still holding the food.
“Can I have the food?” Chez put her arms out to receive, while also pushing her titties together.
“Oh shit, my bad, gorgeous.” He handed her the food, and she turned to pass it to me. I quickly placed it on the counter where I had placed the gun right before.
I peeked around the door, and the guy looked to be about 18 or 19. He wouldn’t take his eyes off her beautiful breasts that were illuminated by his headlights in the driveway behind her ride. I had to fuck with him.
“Where’s the Sprite?” I asked, pulling the door all the way open. Glancing up at him, I planted a kiss on Chez's cheek while fondling her breast closest to me. That little boy eyed me with his bottom lip scrunched between his teeth.
He picked up the Sprite that was at his side on the ground and handed it to me.
“Thank you, baby boy.” He smiled widely, respondingwith a small “You’re welcome.”
“Vi, come in. Them titties gettin cold.” I demanded as I turned toward the kitchen.
Chez looked back at the delivery driver, “Thank you. Muah,” and closed the door.
“Girl, next time you’re answering the door with cum on your fucking face.” Chez threatened.
I screamed, “Shit, that can be arranged.” I shot back.
“Oh, can it? Hm. You think that man would do some shit like that?”
Licking my lips, “I don’t know, but we will find out baby girl.”
Chez slipped her cami back on, nipples still pointed at me. I shook my head, grabbed the boxes, and walked back to the den to dig into this food. We inhaled our food, sipping on Sprite mixed with more liquor.
“Okay, so, how was round two with Daniel?” she inquired.
“It was amazing. We fucked on one of my yoga balls.”
“Goddamn girl. Did you even get a massage that night?”
“Yes, we started that way, but things easily turned into a fuck fest. He spent the night afterwards, and lying in his arms felt too comfortable. He told me he loved me that next weekend.”
“What?! Did you say it back? No. Wait, let me rephrase. Do you feel the same way?"
“So, yes, I said it back, but not in the exact moment, more like during my next orgasm, and yes, I feel strongly about him. I thought he said it in the heat of the moment, but he says he meant it.
“Damn girl. That’s why you’ve been M.I.A. A nigga with a good heart and good dick will snatch us up every time.
“Tell me about it.” I filled her in on everything, including Daniel asking to make us official as we took another shot.
~
Chez grabbed a joint from her bag and flicked her lighter. The scent of whatever strain began to flood my nostrils. She inhaled and passed it to me. For a second, I hesitated because being high and drunk only makes me hump shit that ain’t there. I was already on edge from seeing those titties earlier, and whenever the light hit her chest just right, her nipples were visible under the sheer material. I took the joint and threw my inhibitions out the window. After about 5 passes, my phone rang. I felt too relaxed, lying on a corner of my sectional with my legs spread wide. One leg was on top of the couch and the other on the coffee table.
Chez's head was next to mine while her body was facing the other way, allowing us to pass the joint back and forth with ease. I answered Daniel’s FaceTime and Chez and I both stared at him with the biggest grins.
“Hey, baby. Hello, baby friend.”
We all shared a laugh as I introduced him to Chez. “This is my bf. Remember, the one who said she was gonna kill yo ass if you fucked up?”
Chez waved excitedly. “Oh!, Yes, well, nice to meet you, Chez. I told Vi, you ain’t got shit to worry about with me. I’m a good guy.”
“Yeah, ok. I’ll be the judge of that,” Chez stated before inhaling another pull from the joint.
With a lustful stare, I asked him about his day. He was also lying down. Looked to be still clothed.
“My day was good. Had a busy day full of clients and a business lunch. How you doin baby? You look very relaxed. What y’all smokin on?”
I couldn’t help but blush; I could feel myself speaking slower than normal, too. “I’m too relaxed baby. We ordered food, but we’ve been drinking and getting lifted, so I’m horny too. Chez, what is this?” I asked as she passed it back.
“It’s called Girl Scout Cookies.”
“Oh, that’s some good shit.” Daniel chimed in.
“You tried it before?” Unaware he smoked.
“Yeah. My co-worker has a dispensary, so he brings in some shit for us to try from time to time.”
“Oh nice. Well-” Daniel cut me off.
“But back to you being horny Vi. What you need baby?”
Licking my lips, “I need that mouth.”
“Oh, I got a mouth,” Chez interjected. She rose, no longer in Daniel’s view on the screen, and rested between my legs. “Lift up,” she instructed.
I lifted my hips as she pulled my shorts down my thick thighs. She took one foot at a time out and tossed them behind her.
“Where Chez go?” Daniel asked.
I reversed the camera to show Chez between my legs, licking in circles on my inner thighs.
“Violet, I’m coming over.” I vaguely heard Daniel as Chez's lips touched down on my clit. She pushed one leg up toward my chest, leaving the other on top of the couch. I kept the camera on Chez as she stayed buried in my pussy.
Time passed by so slowly as I took another pull from this joint. Daniel didn't live super close, but I see him zooming through traffic on his way to me.
“Ugh. Fuck.” I let out as I heard Daniel update me that he was near. Forgetting to lock the front door earlier, he walked in without either of us having to move. Once he was in view, he watched his woman, spread on the couch with another woman between her thighs. My hands were intertwined in Chez’s hair while she brought me to my boiling point.
My boyfriend walked past Chez to kiss me softly. I returned his kiss, moaning into his lips because Chez was not letting up.
“Come here, ma. Let me take over.” Daniel gently spoke to Chez. She placed one final kiss on my swollen clit, took Daniel’s hand, and got up. Rummaging through her bag, she retrieved another joint and sat on the chaise lounge attached to the couch near my head. Lighting the joint, she took a long pull, grabbing the dimmer remote to turn down the lights.
Daniel stared between my flushed face and my dripping pussy as he removed his hoodie, briefly exposing his chisled abs beneath his t-shirt. He pulled me down a little to meet him on his knees. Chez grabbed my phone to record this for my future viewing.
He kissed my belly as if he knew actual butterflies were flying around in it. Chez did her job, but this man was taking my breath away, and he hadn’t even breathed on my pussy yet. His teasing the fuck out of me was only making this worse. It was as if he was punishing me for not allowing him to be the first to draw out my orgasm tonight.
“Fuck baby.” Was all I could muster while creaming on his beard. I looked down and that shit was visible sending Chez into a cackle as Daniel told her to make sure she got his good side on that camera.
Chez stopped recording and grabbed a blanket, slipping her joggers down and kicking them to the floor. I could hear her vibrator hum as she watched Daniel help me stand.
~
Chez and I both moaned but for slightly different reasons. Daniel was seated on the couch as I straddled him, bouncing on his thick dick. He’d removed that wife-beater long ago and was sucking on each of my hardened nipples while holding me close.
I would periodically hear Chez let out a low “fuck” as Daniel made his presence known. We were getting lost in the scene as he moved his hands down to my hips, controlling how much dick I took and how fast I grinded on him. His swollen mushroom massaged my equally swollen G-spot as he found the perfect rhythm to ruin me.
“Vi, who pussy is this?” Daniel swiped my ear with his tongue.
“Yours, baby,” I whined as he picked me up and placed me back on the couch.
“That’s right, baby. That means I make this motherfucker cum. Right?” He slid right back into me as I grabbed one of the throw pillows I'd been lying on earlier.
“Ugh. Yes! Yes, baby.” I replied, looking up into his piercing eyes.
“So what that mean, Chez?” I could hear Chez gasp as she was getting closer to her own release.
“Baby.. you don’t—” Daniel cut me off again.
“Naw, I’m talking to Chez babydoll.” He warned, kissing my cheek, still fucking me.
“Pretty girl. Look at me.” Daniel barked.
I peered over at Chez as she made eye contact with Daniel.
“You better not cum unless I tell you to.” Daniel said between clenched teeth.
Chaz looked bewildered, completely caught off guard.
“You hear me?!”
Chez shook her head profusely as her face was laced with lust.
Daniel didn’t miss a beat still fucking into me with strong, lengthy strokes, “Next time you think about putting that mouth on my pussy, remember this moment first. This my shit. Whatever arrangement y’all had before this is done. You hear me?”
Chez let out another high-pitched squeal, ready to explode. She’d turned up the vibration on her toy, and she was desperately trying to hold her orgasm.
“Answer me.” Daniel slid both of his hands beneath my knees and pinned me in place, diving even deeper. I was lost in the moment, but tried my best to remain present given the circumstances.
Glancing up at Chez again, she was staring directly at our centers as she watched Daniel handle me like a fucking ragdoll.
“I - I understand. It’s yours.”
“Yours what?!” Daniel countered.
“Yours.. ugh.. wait.. huh?” Chez eyes were beginning to cross, breathing becoming choppy.
“Say I understand, it’s yours SIR. You can’t cum ’til I hear that shit Chez. Come on pretty girl.”
Now. I’d never been in the middle of no shit like this, but the way my body began shaking as I heard Daniel show his dominance with Chez. I didn’t know if he was serious, but I feel like he ain’t want us being the only ones in the room getting off.
“Aarrgghhh… I- I understand Sirrrrrrrrrrrr.” Chez obviously couldn’t hold it any longer. Her head hit the back of the couch as she began incoherently releasing an orgasm that I was sure was ruining that blanket she had draped over her.
Daniel’s attention was on me as he took me through there again. The room was filled with sounds of pleasure, and I couldn’t have asked for better people to be in this moment with. After Daniel finally got his nut, he slid his boxers and pants back on and kissed me.
“I’m gonna leave so y’all can continue y’all girl talk and sleepover or whatever.” Delivering another kiss. He turned to exit the den.
I wanted to protest, but I promised this weekend to my girl. He punched in the security code before leaving, flicking off the kitchen and porch lights. Chez and I were deep in sleep before he even left the block. Exhausted and satisfied.
