Leather 1

“You sure you want me to do this?”

“No. Of course I don’t. I just asked you to be weird.”

“That’s not fair. This is just, you know, new for me. I’ve never heard of this.”

“Consensual non-consent?”

“Yes. That. I mean…how will this work? Is there a safe word? Is there stuff I can’t do?”

“There is and it’ll be Doris.”

“My mother’s name. Cute.”

“She can suck the heat out of a fire and you know it.”

“Not gonna start this up again. Now what about the other part?”

“You can do whatever you want, however you want. If I don’t like it, I’ll use the safe word.”

“But you like everything.”

“Kinda the point.”

“Do you wanna play it like in your fantasies?”

“God yes.”

“Only I’m not black.”

“Small technicality.”

“Funny. You know I’m not cool with that. You fucking a black guy I mean. Watching a porno is alright but doing it-“

“Hush. You and I both know that I get what I want and that I’m willing to bargain to get it….how about that threesome you wanted? With that slut from work?”

“Hmmm…”

“All I want is to fuck a black guy. You don’t ever have to know.”

“….But I want to…know I mean…if I let you do it…”

“And be there.”

“And be there…”

“Of course. So tell me more about this slut. Is she kinky?”

They agreed that she wasn’t to be warned of when it was going to happen, only where, which was fine by her because she wanted it to be as authentic as possible.

There were few guys that were as experimental as Hank. Granted his obsession with War of Worldcraft and Call of Duty grated on her nerves daily, he was more than willing to try something just as long as it was understood that she wasn’t to go around blabbing about what they did.

Though that time she pegged him had been quite interesting.

Too bad he never let her do it again.

But he would though, one day, when she could finagle a trade of some sorts. She’d have to give him something he really wanted and that probably wouldn’t be vanilla in the least. The thought of that made her shiver in anticipation.

Most of the day, she sat in front of her computer masturbating, thick sun-tanned thighs spread as she kept the bullet on her swollen clit. The leather of her chair was more soaked with each orgasm, the sex toy eliciting more intense pleasure from her each time. It was the usual stuff for her, BDSM, interracial, gangbangs and creampies. Hank was right about some of her tastes being slightly racist; African Americans didn’t break into white women’s homes to have consenting sex with lonely Caucasian women. She sincerely wished they did though. The thought of someone forcing her to take their cock sent a delicious thrill through her. If she needed to get off, that was thought she used.

When she got up from her seat, her knees popped from being so stationary. Her house, three bedroom affair given to her by her grandparents, was cozy was, lit by candles over artificial light throughout the house. She wanted ambience when Hank found her in her too tiny shirt and lace panties wet with her cum. She wanted him not to be able to resist taking her and ripping them off.

She drifted from the master bedroom into the living room navigating her way past the table she always stubbed her toe on in the hall. There was no good reason for it to be there save for the candles and she really ought to move it out of the way but she knew she’d neglect to do it because she had said the same thing the week before.

In the living room, he saw Hank dressed in all black from head to toe, a white slash of an evil smile in his ski mask, his green-blue eyes glittering in the candle light. He had the fake knife she gave him gripped in a gloved hand just like they had planned.

The hands on her back were not in the plan.

Before she could say anything, she was being pulled by a pair of strong hands. Brown skinned hands.

He had brought the black guy quicker than she anticipated.

She wanted to scream for joy. She could feel the strangers cock pressed against her ass as he held her against his body. Hank crept with almost feline grace towards her.

He pressed the plastic knife against the hollow of her throat while his other hand stroked her clit roughly through her panties. “If you got anything to say, you better say it now because me and my buddy here ain’t here to rob ya.”

Hank was giving her a chance to use the safe word, to say she wasn’t OK with this. She was trembling in the softness of candlelight and shadows but from fear. “Then what are you here for?”

“Ain’t it obvious?” He nodded to the stranger and he pushed her to her knees. She heard Hank’s zipper come down in the dark. The other man grabbed a fistful of her shoulder length auburn hair and shoved her face towards his half-erect member. “All we want is your three holes. Give us that and we’re on our way.”

“I don’t want to.” She said though she did. The stranger had his cock out too. She knew this because he made her put her hand on it. He was throbbing and hard. “I’ll scream. You won’t get away with this!”

“Can’t scream with your mouthful bitch.” The stranger shoved her face on his dick without warning and Hank fucked her mouth hard making her gag as saliva dripped down her jaws. The black guy was twisting her nipples hard with his free hand causing both pain and pleasure to shoot through her body in equal measure. Hank let up and she coughed before his accomplice jerked her head so she could see could see him. “See bitch?” He slapped her face with his dick. “That ain’t so bad is it? You like this you chubby little slut.” He laughed as his black friend shoved his fingers into her aching pussy. They were long and knobby, curling to rub her G-spot as he teased her clit.

“No-No I don’t. I just want you to go.”

“Then fuck us you filthy whore.” The black man rose and without ceremony, he did as Hank did. His dick, like Hank’s was huge but he was longer where he was wider. He fucked her throat like it was a pussy, his balls bouncing rhythmically off his chin. He pushed as much cock into her mouth as he could and she simply couldn’t take it all, gagging and spitting, a string of saliva still tethering her to his cock.

“Did anyone tell you to do that bitch?” Hank had her face in one hand, squeezing her jaws. When she didn’t answer, he slapped her lightly on the face. “I’m talking to you slut. Did I tell you to stop sucking his cock?””

She liked when he was dominant. At one time, he was quite squeamish about slapping her in the face but now, he knew when and how to do it. “No but-“

“But nothing bitch.” He looked to his tall, lanky friend with the penny brown eyes. “Help get her to the room. We’re fuckin’ her ass and teaching her a lesson.”

She struggled against them as them as they dragged to her room and tied her wrist with a length of rope (the same one Hank had bought her for her birthday) and tossed her on the bed. The helplessness against just Hank would have been enough to drench her pussy but a second person and a unknown at that enhanced it.

Hank was ripping off her T-shirt while his friend held her down and snatched off her underwear. They were little more than silhouettes in her room, one navigating it with practiced familiarity while the other took his orders from the other.

“Taste that fuckin’ pussy dude and tell me how it is. I’m gonna fuck her mouth again.”

“Good. Her slutty pussy looks sweet.” He stuck a finger into her swollen hole, another probing her ass. Both of them felt heavenly with the way he was rubbing them. “So does her ass.”

“Take both man. We’re fuckin’ this broad however.” He straddled her face, sliding his dick down her throat as he did so. He looked down at her with a sinister smile; lips peeled back making it appear slightly wolfish. “You like this don’t you slut?”

She nodded breaking character. She felt the strangers tongue as he sucked and slurped her pussy right before flicking it across her asshole. Her eyes rolled back as Hank fucked her mouth again. She yelled whenever Hank gave her room though the stranger was tongue fucking her dizzy. Then they switched positions only Hank was fucking her raw.

“Hold her fucking legs dude while I fuck this creamy cunt.” His friend obeyed and her legs were almost pulled to her shoulders as his dick slid wetly past her lips. Hank was fucking her hard and fast which was usually not his style but maybe he wanted to. Perhaps he always had.

Either way, it made her come hard with a black man’s dick in her mouth. She thought that Hank might have the potential to be a cuck, what with the pegging and all but no, Hank never worried about size or fantasized about being a sub to her.

He just wanted someone to help him fuck her stupid and that might have been better than what she had in mind.

They DP her again in the classic manner, the stranger shoving her down as Hank held her by the waist. Her arms were still tied and she couldn’t sit up, having to instead lie down on Hank, his dick hard inside her quivering pussy, the stranger in her ass.

“Fuck that bitch’s ass bro,” Hank grunted thrusting up into her. “I got this cunt.”

He held her by her wrists, forcing her sweaty torso up from Hank as they both fucked her, their dicks going in and out of her at a frantic hypnotic rhythm. Hank was quicker and harder while the stranger went deeper and slower.

She had come so many times she lost count. “Look at how this bitch is squirting!” Hank growled as her bed creaked. He was using the springing of the bed to fuck her harder just like the black guy fucking her ass. “She likes this shit, don’t you slut?” When she didn’t answer, the black man pulled her hair. “I asked you a question bitch.”

“Yes.” She hissed. Their dicks were so deep in her she couldn’t think.

“You want me to cum in this fucking pussy and my homeboy in your fucking throat.”

He fucked her harder as his friend went deeper, slapping her already stinging ass. “Yes.”

“Do that shit dude.”

There was an abrupt feeling of his cock leaving her ass and the stranger standing up, snatching off his condom as he did so. He stepped around to her front shoving his naked cock in her mouth and grabbing her hair. He fucked her mouth again but she was used to it now and she took him deeper, trying not to be distracted by Hank pounding her pussy.

She was coming again but so was Hank. She could tell by how he was pumping his hips. The black grunted softly and she could feel him nutting her mouth just as Hank did.

This time, she grabbed the stranger by the hips, sucking and slurping as he a low throaty moan left his mouth while bouncing on Hank as he screamed and hissed. Both were at her mercy.

When they were done, Hank flipped her over, a digital camera appearing in his hands. “Let me see it bitch. Both holes.”

She spread her labia and she could feel his hot lust drain out of her pulsating snatch. She did somewhat the same for his friend, letting her tongue loll out as his seed dripped past her lips. Hank took several pictures like that. The one she liked most being where she held both of their cocks as the last of the strangers sperm dripped like pudding onto her tits.

The man shook Hank’s hand and murmured something about work before winking and smiling at her. He left without saying his name or taking off his ski mask for that matter.

After showering and fucking again, she asked who he was. Hank laughed.

“Your memory’s not that good is it?”

“Yours neither. You never said anything about bringing a friend.”

“You said you wanted a black guy, didn’t say when.” He chuckled and twisted her nipple much like his friend did. She was going to be in the mood again soon. “Besides, Silver thinks you’re cool enough.”

Quickie

I don't like church at all.

So when they rise and testify, I don't and when they pass the collection plate by me, I don't put anything in it.

The nasty looks I get don't help.

I'm sitting at the end of pew next to the aisle. The horrible green carpet is more interesting than sweating, over-weight, black man who constantly wipes his brow with ornate kerchief as he paces back and forth behind the pulpit, espousing nonsense to his flock. The call and response is rhythmic, practiced. None of it is spiritual, just like none of these overly decorative flora hats these women wear.

I hate religion but that's not why I'm real pissed.

Its the young woman next to me wearing one of those awful hats in wine red with a matching double breasted suit coat and dress to match. Every time there's an amen or something like that to be had, she fans herself and sounds off, but not enough that it appears uncultured or disingenuous. All of her moves are dainty and poised as if she takes time out to practice every motion.

And I hate her. God how I hate her or maybe I just hate what she represents.

When we get out of service(with her taking fifteen minutes to talk to the pastor and his deacons)I meet at the bottom of the stairs. She shoots me a funny look, apparently not approving of me wearing a tee shirt, blazer, and jeans to this facade then takes her time walking over to me, her heels barely making a sound as she gets near me. I can't help but notice that the pastor is checking out her posterior.

I'm glad to be driving her home. Spending a Sunday at church was horrible. I felt like the green house looked next to it; disheveled, old, crumbling. Why I let my mother talk me in to this I'll never know. "Are we not stopping somewhere to eat?"

"Nah. I got something I need to do."

"Or someone." I struggle to keep my face neutral. I'm trying hard not to zoom down 46 as I turn on it. I just got to get her to Heathrow. "Oh come now," She says as she adjusts her make up. "everyone in Sanford knows about you and your mother is pretty forthright with what you do. Even your gray hair is infamous Silver." She chuckled. "I like that name. So much less dramatic than Giancarlo, though it is quite," And if you can believe it, she actually scrunched her button nose in disgust. "ghetto."

"And Benita is so much more sophisticated."

Her eyes narrowed. "It means blessed and it is not ghetto. You're older than me Silver you should be above such pettiness."

"Don't throw stones if you live in a glass house."

"Mine is made of brick thank you." We were passing the BP and Sav-A-Lot. It would be a straight shot to her house almost. It was hot and I had since tossed my blazer in the back. The windows were down and I though I could've turn on the AC I wasn't going to. Benita had taken off her hat by now, showing her red brown mini-fro and hazel eyes. She shot me a disapproving look. "You have AC." she said as she fanned herself. "You should use it."

"Don't worry. I will when I drop you off." That made her laugh and it sounded like everything else she did, practiced.

"You are such a whit Silver. Not to mention rudderless, unambitious, and a total man-whore." She sighed pleased with her barb. If I could kick her out the car, now, while I was driving, I would have. "Why do our parents insist we try and date each other?"

"I have no idea."

"I guess we're both problem children in our own way so they figure we'd go well together." After that she started to go through her cellphone, typical behavior for someone around twenty-three though what she said settled on me. How could someone as well-behaved as Benita be a problem child?

"The gyal wild like you are. Yuh should like she."

I don't know why I still talk to my mother. Or why I have to be high when I do. Somehow though, I've managed to get up the courage to talk to her about this hook-up thing with Benita. She had to damn near tell me she was dying to get me to agree to going with a nice church girl though she was quick to point out she was just "black" instead of Trini.

Church had been our second "date", the first being at one of the many parties that Benita's mother, Pearl throws. That was horrible; everybody was asking why I hadn't had kids yet or better still, why I hadn't been to church(gotta be saved ya know). Of course I couldn't tell them I had a vasectomy and that they're weren't going to be any or that I thought religion was a centuries old hustle used to control the masses.

And Benita was just a brat. A brat that knew she could be one. I was fetching drinks and being tugged along while she made small talk and alienated other people(How was your abortion? Not too many complications I hope)which would have been fun if I hadn't been one of them.

Which is why I'm trying to break it to her that its not working. "Ma," I take a breath seeing her face in my mind. The hard set of her jaw. Her long fingers folded in preparation for what I was going to say. "Its not working out. The party. Church-"

"Yuh should go to church more. She's good for that-"

"Ma." I have to stop her before she gets going or I never will. "I'm not having this conversation with you. I've tried this blind date for you and-"she tried to cut-in but I stopped her. "-and I'm not doing it. Its just pointless OK. It really is."

"OK." I can see her nodding a bit to herself with her short Claire Huxtable coif she has yet to get rid of. "One more time Giancarlo. One more time and I will leave it alone."

"You promise?"

"I do. For me son. Try."

Finally we go to a bar. The Sanford Alehouse by the mall, which is good because its a hop, skip, and a jump away from her place. When it goes south(and it will)I'll be able to drop her off and head back home for a smoke.

Since its Friday and there's a UFC match on, the place is packed with drunk, excitable people of all different walks of life intent on seeing a couple of submissions while yukkiing up with friends and potential bed buddies.

Of course Benita wasn't having fun. She had come overdressed, coskel as my mother would say, in an black evening gown with sequins and modest pumps. We couldn't get a table really and so we were at the bar. "I thought we were going to a lounge." She pouted over the din of people.

"Lounge. Bar. What's the difference?" Of course I knew the difference and so did she. She rolled her eyes and ordered a Sex On The Beach which surprised me since I didn't think she'd drink.

"You're paying for these right?" She asked after her third one. I wasn't drinking or eating for that matter though seeing De Silva beat the crap out of a guy was more than enough to make up for it. I waved her off; we weren't even talking really so buying her drinks seemed innocent enough until I had to pick up the tab and be reminded why I didn't do the Alehouse often.

After a few turns in Heathrow and trying not to be pull over by Sanford PD, I pull up a four bedroom, brick monstrosity(I guess she was right about that part) perched on a manicured hill with plants around it I couldn't name. It had a circular brick and stone, drive way with her cream colored Lexus parked but not her mother's Pathfinder nor her father's Escalade.

Didn't matter to me though, I was dropping her off. She got out my car shakily and there it was again. That big, round, jiggly backside that I only enjoyed when she was walking off somewhere. If she wasn't so intolerable, I might enjoy it. Unfortunately, she is just that.

When she closes the door, she turns around, leaning on it, her alcohol tinged giggles permeating the inside of Bonaparte. "Where are you going?"

"Home." I snap.

"You've got weed." I must look shocked because she laughs and says. "That's a yes Silver. You have weed, somewhere, on you right now I bet. You'd probably fog up this little thing if you could."

"Look I-" She reached over and turned my ignition off. Thank God I had it in park. The alcohol had mixed in with her perfume, making her smell sweet and tart. I couldn't help but look at her chest. Two mouthfuls with hershey kiss nipples.

"Smoke with me and stop being difficult."

The Hampton's had more scratch than I bargained for which lead me to believe that Terrel Hampton Senior was more than just a preacher. Their dining room had a chandelier that was made of actual crystal prompting me to ask about it only for Benita to get annoyed. Apparently, answering questions while on tour of her house was a normal thing.

She had kicked her shoes off at the front door and thus was padding around in her stockings. The same went for her hip little pocket book. In some ways, she seemed to change, save for the snarky attitude.

Her patio was stunning of course, all marble floors, screened in with a stone fireplace and chairs about. The pool was lit up contrasting with the humid night as crickets chirped in her yard.

Benita sat down in a lounge chair watching me as she giggled to herself. I started rolling something up as the sound of their artificial waterfall trickled in the background. "You annoy your mother a lot you know."

"Come again?" I was already sealing the joint. I gave it to her, taking care of watching how she handled. Benita leaned forward as I lit.

"You heard me." She took a pull and laid back, blowing it into the air. "You annoy her. She always complains about how much potential you have and how you waste it. Personally, I do the same to my parents but in a different way."

"So this is the part where I ask just how you do it?" I got the joint back. The moon was full and it made her light brown skin glow. Her dress was around her thighs. Benita had pulled it up on purpose. She smiled smoothly and chuckled when she caught me.

"Yes. This is the part Silver where I tell you that my life is not as perfect as it seems." I passed it back and she looked up into the sky, eyes far away. "My parents hate each other. Both of them are cheating but for appearances sake they're together. I can tell you that they always want me to be sophisticated, to enunciate every word, to be good and perfect at all times."

She looked over to me I shrugged when I got the joint. "Ah but you've been down this road before so there's nothing new I'm telling you huh? So I guess I'll get to the heart of it; I'ma spoiled rich girl that likes getting what I want. From them. From everybody. From you."

"Is that right?"

"Yes. It is." She got up from the lounge chair and disappeared into the house then emerged with handcuffs covered in fur. "Mommy's." She answered one of my non-voiced question.

The second was why she was naked. "Do you want to fuck me Silver? And don't lie to me. I can tell."

A slight bush indicating that the carpet matched the drapes. Smooth, unblemished skin so light and pale I could see where she blushed.. Benita was short and stacked, her nipples already hard and inviting. She turned around and wiggled a bit to accentuate that yes, her ass was amazing and it would look even more so while I fucked her. "There's a catch." I managed to say with a smile.

"I want it my way first. Then, if I feel like it, your way but I'm cuffing you to this chair first." She walked over as if I had already agreed(which I had to myself). I lay on the chair, putting my hands under it where she cuffed me. "You must be experienced in this." She quipped. "A bit of BDSM in your history?"

"Hmmm. Maybe." She was straddling my face before I knew, smothering me in fact. I licked as she wiggled her hips over my lips and tongue.

"I don't want to see your face-" She gasped. I kept finding her clit no matter how she moved. Rosa had given me enough practice. "I don't want to see your fucking face you nasty fucker. Just eat my pussy while I smother you with my ass and thighs-Oh yeah-Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me you bitch. Use your goddamn mouth."

And I was too. Benita gripped the front of the chair, bouncing a little when it got good, berating me for not making her come faster. Not that I mind that; whatever gets you off I always say but it did say something about her. She liked being in control because she didn't feel she was. Her parents ran her life like mine had tried to do me.

"You wanna cum huh?" She had turned around and now her head faced my feet. She unzipped me and started jacking me off. Benita let some spit drip on me. I could feel it but not see it as she still rode my face. "Look how fucking hard you are you little pervert. Getting off on me cumming on your face." She squeezed and jacked me slow. "Nasty. You're so fucking nasty." Benita had slowed down enough for me to eat her properly.

And boy did I ever. Benita cursed and insulted me but she was moving her pussy up and down my face real slow while she did, whispering and moaning as she was getting closer and closer before she hopped up turning to face me. "You want me to cum when you want but I cum when I want." She licked my face which would of been weird under other circumstances but I could tell she was tasting herself and from her smile, I could tell she liked it. She lifted my chin as she kissed me.

It didn't take her long to roll on my condom. "Bet you thought I was going to suck your dick didn't you?" She straddled and eased on top me really slow. She was tight, super tight or else I was really big for her. "Fuck you." She caught me smiling and grabbed by the chin so she could lay a wet kiss on me. "You think you've got a big dick and that's all you need don't you?" She pulled my face to hers. "Answer me."

"No. I think you've got a tight pussy that hasn't seen any action in awhile." I lifted my hips and pushed inside of her. She wasn't ready for it and she yelped.

And I didn't stop. She was riding me, I was jack hammering her, smacking hard as I thrust upwards in her. I didn't give Benita a chance to say or do anything. She was still tight but she was dripping wet, the sound of pushing past her pussy lips getting squishier with each stroke.

I could brag but then I'd be distracted from watching here B-cups bounce up and down with the rest of her. Benita's head was back and she screamed and growled. "Mother. Fucker. Fuck. Me. Shit-" A breath then she started to shake. She bent back, supporting herself on her arms as I kept moving. "I'm cumming! Oh shit! You bitch! You mother-unghhh!" My dick popped out of her when she nutted. Benita sat on the end of the lounge chair, collecting herself when I told her to suck my dick.

She snatched it off and did just what I said. I could tell Benita wasn't super experienced; she took a little at a time. Not much tongue and she gagged a lot but she tried and tried until she just stopped and started jacking me.

"You think you're pretty clever I bet." She squeezed and kneaded. Up and down. Head she wasn't great at but handjobs she had experience. "You surprised me. That's all."

"And not many men do that do they?" I was trying to keep my cool as i kept eye contact with her. Her skin was glowing though she was flushed. "Surprise you I mean?"

"Maybe."

"You're hedging."

She licked the underside of my head experimentally. It felt so good I almost forgot where I was. "And what if I am?"

"Then it means you always fuck guys but don't let them fuck you. You like control and power because it makes you feel safe." She frowned a little and laughed. "I'm right."

"You are."

"Don't even have to suck them off do you?"

"They're happy with my pussy and ass." She cocked her head to the side trying her best to look innocent. "Aren't you?"

"I will when you let me fuck you."

She smiled then got the key to open the handcuffs.

Quickie

I am not comfortable in dresses at all. I like jeans and shirts or shorts and hoodies. I like to feel at ease with what I'm in. I don't like looking-I don't know-attractive I guess; I usually don't like the stares I get because something is too tight or too revealing.

And it reminds me of my sisters. When they used to sneak out when mom would be passed out at night from working a double shift at the hospital, they used to look so high maintenance. Nice clothes and even nicer shoes. Things that showed off the butt, hips and boobs our mother gave us. And it was all to see the no-good drug dealer that bought or stole all of that for them. Yahaira boosted the best of her wardrobe herself though.

By the time I was a junior in high school, I already had four of my nieces and nephews to take care of while Yahaira was in and out of jail and Yelena, the smarter of my older sisters but not by much, was going to school to be a nurse like Mami. She had to take night classes while working at 7-11 and Mami hadn't stopped working her shifts so that left me to be the mother.

That meant there was no point of looking pretty or trying to pretend that I could. The only escape was my drawing and my nerd addictions. I needed a place to escape to. High school never left me with much room for that. Most people thought I was poor or on drugs seeing as who my two sisters were so nobody who talked to me wasn't talking behind my back.

So by my logic, it shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone I got the operation and yet, Mami practically bawled when I went to explain it to her. She thought that I had a duty to do it right and have a husband and a career unlike her and my sisters did. I was supposed to be the one who could have the storybook life she coveted.

I was so angry at her. Her tears meant nothing to me. I had never felt so cold or empty of emotion. It was as if the kitchen I grew up in wasn't mine with the white embroidered table cloth nor the waxed fruit in the wicker bowl. My pictures weren't tacked along with Deon's and the rest of her grand kids. Apparently, I hadn't taught them all to draw and paint when they asked where their mothers and fathers were. I hadn't done any of it because no one had acknowledged it.

I left Mami at the table, her chin resting on her gnarled knuckles as she clutched a most tissue, after telling her I wouldn't be able to keep the kids tonight.

I went to pick Silver up wearing a dress. A tight little red thing that stopped just above my knees. It left my chest supported and covered but my back bare to just above the small of my back. I hadn't changed my mind about not wearing any heels instead opting for some very comfortable sandals with red straps. They were too worn in to be used with such a dress-I had them for at least three years-but I didn't mind and I didn't think Silver would.

He stepped out the door with a dark blazer over one of his signature tees, jeans and dark loafers. Silver had dressed up a bit but he was still a slacker. He walked up slow, taking me in the waning light of the day. He looked amazed, awed, and turned on all at once. I knew I was blushing. "And your blushing..." He said with a light laugh. "You mean you don't know how good you look for real?"

I was clutching my customarily small purse in my hands, wondering why women carry such things to accessorize in a vain attempt to hide my embarrassment. I looked up at him, smiling nervously as his eyes drunk me in. It was already hot outside but it was getting hotter. "Not really." I said as nonchalantly as possible.

"Well let me be the first of many to tell you so." He pulled me in for an easy kiss. It was so sudden, I hardly had time to prepare. I didn't resist as he crushed me against him softly.

I tried to ignore the erection I found. "So where are we going?"

"New Symrna." I got into the passenger side of my Nissan. "You're driving. I'm rolling when needed." Silver was climbing clumsily into the driver's side before I adjusted the seat for him. I laughed when he finally got in.

"So we're hotboxing it?" He was still playing with the seat to get it right. Typical man. Not asking for help when he's obviously in need of it. I reached over him and fiddled with the controls. I didn't know my breasts were in his lap or that my ass was in the air until I felt him rub it. It was through the fabric but it was soft and purposeful.

I was tingling a bit but I didn't let him know it. "There. Now you can drive with your hands and not your knees."

"It would have been more fun with my knees." Silver started up the car and was backing up. "I know it. Hey is this Katy Perry?"

Sure enough, it was, her latest. I forgot I was blasting it when I drove up. He caught my eye as he pulled on to Mellonville. It had gotten a little cooler but not by much. The sky looked like dying fire. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Who cares if I like Katy Perry?"

"I don't."

"That's right you don't." Silver was smiling serenely but a full on guffaw was imminent. I knew him too well. "She's not as bad as Kesha."

" Hmmmm. I supposed not."

"Or Britney Spears."

"Or that chick who sung that Friday song on Youtube." He laughed as we went past a daycare. "Now she was awful."

We would only let down the window between joints. I know smoking while driving is stupid. I'm not going to make any excuses for it.

But I wanted to enjoy my freedom. From my mother and my sisters and as bad as it sounds, my nieces and nephews. I didn't have to stay and take care of kids because I didn't have any, would never have any. I was only responsible for me an the decisions I made.

I was light and I was laughing. The sky had turned indigo. The drop in temperature and the wind from the open windows cooled me. The trees along the road began to blur into darkness.

Silver's hand was on my thigh, squeezing and rubbing as he worked his way under my dress. He smiled at me and I spread my legs to give him access. His eyes were back on the road but he was still searching.

"No panties." He breathed. His finger was on my clit making lazy circles. I hadn't shaved down there in a day or two. I was fuzzy but he didn't seem to care. He was going up and down my slit, still slow but I was getting wet because of it.

I closed my eyes and gave into what he was doing. I had hiked my skirt up a bit, not wanting to get it stained. I could hear him breathe, feel his heat. I pushed his fingers into me. I couldn't help it. I was close to coming and I needed some penetration. "We're gonna have to pull over."

"Why?" I whined. I was moving my hips on his palm. I was feeling great. I was close, so on the edge I could feel the orgasm ebbing. I felt so warm.

"Because I have to fuck you." He took his hand away and I pulled at it. Silver took my hand, put it on his crotch. I squeezed his hard-on and knew then what he was saying was right; he needed to fuck me and I needed to fuck him. His fingers were going to do it.

He was turning off some road. We hadn't got to New Symrna yet so that meant we might be close to some civilization still. I didn't want that. I wanted his dick.

It occurred to me somewhere between unzipping his pants and having my head in his lap that I might have been more prudent to wait for it. Silver was driving. We were in the public eye. He might have a hard time driving.

"Goddamn you." He moaned. I could feel his stomach go in and out as sucked him. I was going fast, slobbering, head bobbing, hungry. I couldn't see what he was dealing with and didn't care to. "I can hardly even think with you-" I took him as deep in my throat as I could. I could feel his body freeze up.

He took me off his dick and kissed me. We were going down a road with some sort of gas station. Its sign was flickering on and off, paint peeling off of its face. The rest was woods as far as I could see.

Silver took one road, then another, then we were on a dirt road. There was nothing but trees. I didn't see any homes. I thought it might be farm land or something. Who knows? I didn't care.

He killed the lights. We got out. Dark but still a little light outside, we were able to make it to the front of my car.

We kissed. He squeezed my tits, teased my nipples. I jacked his dick and kissed the hollow of his neck.

Then I was on the hood, legs spread. Silver ate me and finger fucked me. I was cumming in his mouth, pushing his head down in it. "Suck it. Just like that. And your-" His fingers curled as he moved in and out me. "Yeah! Just like that!"

"You taste so good." He lapped at me some more. "Like sugar." My eyes were squeezed shut but I could feel his smile. He pulled me forward and he was inside me, thrusting slow. I could feel the moans in his gut as he moved against me. The car was rocking slightly with his rhythm.

He kissed me. My lips. My eyes. My neck. I had the all over sensation like I'm at the apex of roller coaster waiting to take the plunge. I wrapped my legs and arms around him. "Cum in me." I whispered in his ear.

Silver moved licked my neck in response. He moved hard and fast in me. I was tightening around him, lost in my own joy, not realizing I was screaming at the top of my lungs along with Silver as he repeated my name.

That was a much needed ego boost.

He was pumping still inside me, even after he stopped moving. I still did however, rocking slowly with my hips as he hissed and cursed. He was still semi-hard. "Rosalina."

"What?"

"Nothing. I just-first time I've yelled a woman's name like that." He sounded genuinely humbled. It was strange. Not that Silver was egomaniac but he was fairly cock sure-pardon the pun-most of the time. I refused to believe what he told me.

"Shut up. This is not the first time." I laughed as he got me to my feet. Somehow I had lost one of my slides in our coupling. Now it was pitch black.

"I'm not kiddin'." Silver had his smart phone out, using the screen as flashlight. He found my shoe and delicately put it on my foot. The gesture was almost reverent. "That's uh, a first for me."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"Because there was no protection?"

Silver was quiet. "I don't think that was it." He got into the car and I did after getting myself fairly situated. We set in the car a moment before he started it up.

"So what was it?" I said after we found 417 again. I was holding his free hand on the arm rest. It felt natural but it was clearly a more intimate form of contact. I was half expecting him to pull away but he didn't.

"I don't know Rosalina. It seems we're to of a kind sometimes. Right down to some of the decisions we make."

"Oh? How's that?"

"I had a vasectomy about a year or so ago." It had all the abruptness of a vase smashing. I was speechless for a beat and he began before I could say anything. "I wanted to tell you but I didn't think you'd understand, you know, with your nieces and nephews and all."