2 comments/ 9613 views/ 19 favorites DeAndré's Love Making By: Great_Pharaoh Christina Simpson stood outside of DeAndré Jackson's room holding her chest. She still couldn't believe the incredible night she'd had and how it ended with her leaving DeAndré soundly sleeping, sated from the rock-your-world kind of sex with Christina. Being honest, it was DeAndré who had rocked Christina's world. The sex was incredible. She didn't even know why she went out with DeAndré tonight to begin with. She had a semi-decent boyfriend, who she cared for in Brandon. Yet here she was, sneaking out of her R.A's room at one 'o clock in the morning. This was her sophomore year of college, so she'd known DeAndré just as long as she'd known her boyfriend, about two years. She and DeAndré shared the same Major; History, so they had mostly all their classes together. She knew DeAndré liked her from the gate too. In class she'd catch him staring or one of her girlfriends or her roommate would notify her of his eyes zeroing in on her. DeAndré was a little nerdy and was a good friend, but he just wasn't her type. She couldn't blame him for liking what he saw though because Christina definitely had it going on. Christina was five foot three possessing brown sugar cinnamon-colored skin, beautiful hazel eyes, and an angelic face. Her black hair was long with streaks of golden highlights in it. Christina had always been curvaceous, but her body was banging in all the right places. Her high C cup titties were more than a mouthful, plump and juicy like two ripe melons while her hips and ass sat high and was tight. She was hurting from what Brandon had done earlier on and with her emotions being all over the place, spending the night with DeAndré wasn't the best move to make. Hell, with the way she was feeling at the moment, it most certainly wasn't the best move. Closing her eyes, she thought back how this whole thing started earlier in the day. ***** It was Thursday morning as DeAndré like the introvert that he was, sat in the back of Ancient Histories class listening with the other students while their professor lectured them on Alexander the Great as they took notes. When the professor began talking about Alexander's first wife Roxanna, DeAndré's eyes found Christina. Thinking about the movie Alexander, looking at Christina, she kind of looked like Rosario Dawson a bit. "Damn, she's so beautiful." He mused in his mind. Suddenly, Christina and her roommate, Nikki looked back and his eyes darted back to his notebook. Christina's girlfriend Nikki laughed lowly, "DeAndré's staring again. You should really give him a chance." "Are you crazy?" Christina asked, whispering. "You know I'm with Brandon." "Yeah, but Brandon's so grimy though, girl. Well, not grimy, but he's on the basketball team and you know how they get down." "So you think he's cheating?" Christina asked with a frown. "I'm just saying watch out 'cause a lot of them cheerleaders are smuts." Nikki warned. Christina frowned, but knew Nikki was right. A lot of the girls on the cheerleader squad had easy-to-open legs plus there was no telling what the guys did when they went on road games. Brandon was a decent guy, but being honest with herself, the fear of him possibly messing around was there in the back of her mind. "Plus it doesn't hurt to have a plan B, girl." Nikki added with a sly smirk. Christina laughed, "And DeAndré's plan B." "He'd be mine. Yeah, he's quiet and all, but he's still fine and he's our R.A too. We need him in our pocket when we want to party, girl." Laughing off the last comment, Nikki made, Christina looked back and checked DeAndré out some. DeAndré was a milk chocolate skinned brother who stood about six foot three with soft brown eyes covered by square framed glasses. His long, black hair was done in cornrows and for a bookworm; he was pretty fit at two hundred twenty-five pounds which was all muscle. "He's cute, but he's just not my type." "Now, Alexander's marriage to Roxanna was shocking and upsetting to his generals, but does anyone have an opinion on why Alexander took her as his bride?" the professor asked, halting the conversation. Nikki raised her hand and the professor pointed to her, "Yes, Ms. Lyles, go on." "Well, the Greeks were bisexual by nature, but men still wanted children to carry on their family lines. Alexander could have married her for that reason, but I knew Hephaestion wasn't happy at all." Nikki's comment about Hephaestion drew laughter from the class until DeAndré raised his hand. "Mr. Jackson," "It's true that men wanted children to carry on their family lines, but I feel Alexander married Roxanna out of love," DeAndré began. "Love, Mr. Jackson?" "When you look at his mother Olympias and Roxanna, they were polar opposites. While Olympias did love her son, she loved him with her own goals in mind. Hell, when Alexander conquered Babylon, she requested to be Queen. Roxanna on the other hand was endearing, kind and loved Alexander for him. It's actually one of the only examples of royalty marrying for love instead of keeping a bloodline or forming a political alliance." The professor smiled with a nod, "Wonderful, Mr. Jackson. I see you've researched a head of time." "No, it's just that Alexander is one of my favorite historical figures. I emulate him at times." DeAndré admitted. "An admiral thing, but always remember Alexander's faults in trying to be ever the best." the professor cautioned just before the bell signaling the end of class rang. "Okay, that's a wrap class, but please study up on Alexander and his personal relationships because there could a quiz on it." A collective groan went the room as everyone hated the professor's pop quizzes. Nikki and Christina met outside the classroom as everyone left the building, waiting on DeAndré as Nikki had to talk to him. "Hey DeAndré," Nikki cooed as he walked out of the classroom. "What's up, Nikki? Christina," he replied, smiling brightly at Christina. "You know it's Thursday and there's a party tonight. Are you on duty to keep campus security off our asses?" "Unfortunately, I'm not on duty. Keisha is and you know how much of a hard ass she can be, so I wouldn't get too wild tonight, y'all." What do you mean, y'all, Dré?" Christina quizzed. "I'm not partying tonight. I'm just chilling since my man's leaving for La Salle to kick their ass in basketball." DeAndré smirked at Christina's mention of her boyfriend, "Good, a girl as beautiful as you don't need to be getting wild anyway." Christina didn't mean to, but her cheeks went crimson. "What're you up to tonight, Dré? I know your sweet behind got some cheerleader coming to your room." DeAndré swallowed hard, "No, well, actually I was going to go to the Poetry Club's Movie Night tonight." "Oh cool, what are they showing?" "Surprisingly, we're watching Love Jones. Since you're not doing anything, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me." "Damn Dré, check you out growing a pair and asking females out. And here I thought you didn't even like pussy," Nikki piped in, jokingly. Christina nudged Nikki hard, "Shut up, girl. Don't mind her, Dré." "So...do you want to go to the movie, Christina?" DeAndré pressed. "I'll think about it, Dré. I'll call you later with what I'm going to do." DeAndré smirked. It wasn't the answer he was looking for, but it was something. He eyed both girls up and down then slung his book bag over his shoulder, taking off for his next class. Christina and Nikki, on the other hand were done for the day. Nikki was headed to their room while Christina was going to meet her boyfriend on the basketball courts since his practice ended the same time as her History class. Little did she know this would set everything in motion to lead her where she was now...standing outside DeAndré's door. History class ended around noon and Christina reached the basketball courts about twelve-fifteen. She found the basketball team and the head coach finishing up wind sprints, but there was no sign of Brandon. She heard voices coming from the small hallway leading to the basketball team's mini-workout room. Christina glanced in that direction and what her saw shocked her. It was her boyfriend, Brandon, but he had two cheerleaders, Kristen and Regina (two of the biggest smuts on campus) all over him. "What the fuck does he think he's doing?" She mused angrily. When Brandon noticed Christina's presence, his eyes widened because he knew he was cold busted. "Who are your friends, Brandon?" she asked, feinting genuine curiosity. "Oh, you know Kristen and Regina, right?" he said nonchalantly, playing it off as the slutty cheerleaders made the 'I-Want-To-Fuck-You' or maybe it was the 'I-Want-To-Fuck-You-Again' face at him, rejoining the team on the court. "Yeah, I've heard all about them, but why were you coming out the workout room with them when the team's out here?" "I was working out and they were helping me out," Brandon lied. "You know I'm leaving tonight for La Salle tomorrow." "Okay, I've got a semi-decent boyfriend now." Christina thought because she knew when she was being feed bullshit and right now she was. Christina couldn't say whether Brandon was fucking around, but it certainly looked that way. She couldn't go off that alone just decided to drop it for now. Just seeing him hugged up with those smuts had her pissed though. "Do you have any time to chill with me before you leave?" Christina asked. "Sorry, baby, but coach wants us to pack up and outside before the bus gets here at two." Brandon lied a second time. He was already packed up to leave and after the dual blowjob Kristen and Regina just gave him in the workout room, he was going to have some three-way fun for hitting the road at three 'o clock. Christina frowned, but hugged and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek. "Alright, I want you to have a good game tomorrow and come back with a win." Brandon smiled since he was off the hook, "You know I will." Christina watched Brandon rejoin his team and he had to audacity to go back to the sluts, laughing and carrying on like she didn't exist. "Asshole," she moaned lowly, storming off. ***** "Brandon, did what?!" Nikki hollered as Christina told her what happened when she got to their dorm room. "Shush, I don't want the whole floor knowing my business, girl." "Okay," Nikki said lowering her tone some. "But I'm mad at you now." "Me, what did I do?" "You see your man coming out of a room alone with the biggest smuts around and you don't dump his ass? What's wrong with you?" "I didn't see him do anything, Nikki, so I can't just end it on a hunch. That's dumb. If I catch him then we're through. Hearing shit and hunches don't mean shit until I see it for myself." Christina frowned as she thought back to Kristen and Regina all over her man. Even though, she didn't see anything go down, that visual alone hurt like a motherfucker. "So, what're going to do tonight? I heard you about just chilling earlier, but after what happened you could definitely use some fun." Christina couldn't believe she was actually about to do it, but she pulled out her cell phone and dialed DeAndré's number. "Who're you calling?" Nikki quizzed. "My fun for the night," Christina replied before signaling her to be quiet. "Hello," DeAndré's voice answered instantly. "Hey Dré, it's Christina. Are you still going to see Love Jones tonight?" "Yeah," "Do you mind if I came with you?" "No, not at all...we could go together if you want?" "That's fine. What time do you want to meet up?" Christina asked. "The event starts at eight, so how about I come to your room at seven forty-five. Is that good?" "That works, so I'll you later tonight." "Bye," "Bye Dré," Christina hung up and was greeted to Nikki's smirking face. "It looks like somebody's using Plan B." "Shut up, we're friends going to see a movie. On campus by the way," Christina replied with emphasis on the word campus. "Nothing's going down plus Dré's too sweet to pull some shit, so it'll be cool." DeAndré's day consisted of three classes and working out at in the gym, so the hour long nap he took at seven 'o clock did him some good. He woke up at seven and took the hardest fifteen minute shower ever, making sure he scrubbed every piece of dirt off his body. He made sure he put together a good outfit and put his best oil on. He knew this wasn't a date, but just the fact he was hanging with Christina for a few hours, he had to look his best. "This is the night you've been waiting for Dré. Don't mess this up!" he said out loud, looking in his bedroom mirror. DeAndré wore Timberland boots, ironed blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a cream-colored shirt over it. "You look good, you smell good, so just have a good time." He told himself just as he was about walk out the door. He arrived at Christina's door at seven forty-five exactly and after a strong knock, she came to the door looking great. Her hair was still worn long, but some of it pulled back into a short ponytail. She wore a white blouse, a small gold chain with the letter "C" for a pendant and sneakers. She also was wearing some tight, tight jeans that fit snug around her waist while showing off her hips, thighs and ass. A long strap purse hung from Christina's left shoulder and she wore a gold bracelet on her left wrist. "Fuck, does she know how sexy she is?" Dré thought, swallowing hard while feeling his dick throb. "Hey, you ready to go?" Christina asked. "Ready when you are," A lot of students showed up to the event and to Christina's surprise, they weren't just watching Love Jones. That was in the middle of the event. First, there was a fifteen minute smooth jazz set by a local band, then Love Jones, and lastly and most shocking to her was when the event turned into an Open-Mic Night. Dré and Christina practically chilled out all night with the music and the movie then enjoyed their school mates reciting some good ass poetry. "Malik Smith everybody," the Emcee said after the applause for the fifth poet up died down. "Now for our last poet of the evening," the Emcee said with some delay. "DeAndré Jackson, ladies and gentlemen!" DeAndré glanced at Christina with smirk then left his seat and stepped up to the microphone. The applause died down for DeAndré and he breathed a sigh. "Hey guys, um...I really don't have a title for this, so I'm going to just recite it." The local band was still playing the smooth jazz along with the student's poems and for this poem; Dré needed the heavy saxophone to accompany his words as he looked dead at Christina. "My eyes were liking what they saw, now loving what they see. Bronze skinned cutie—no...you're just an angelic beauty," he began as the soft saxophone went off. "Eyes that shine like stars, a smile that makes my soul stir...body like the Akkadian queens. Shit...I'm thinking about that body, so you know what that means. Night falls...there you are haunting me it seems. Oooh! Giving me some sweet dreams, but all those dreams are a fallacy...that I've wanted to make a reality. You've got me so heated...I'm trying to halt this lustful mentality." DeAndré paused and let out shuddering moan that sent the audience into a frenzy of applause and snaps. "With you I'm staring...caught in a burning trance. Wanting to lay you down and do that carnal dance. For how long...girl, I want it all night." At the end of DeAndré's poem, Christina's eyelids fluttered as she sat with a pair of soaking wet panties. She opened and closed her thighs a few times in an effort to calm down. She didn't know if it was Dré's words, the sounds of the saxophone, or both, but she'd never been this turned on in her life. Looking at the clock on the wall, she thanked God it was eleven-thirty because she and her vibrator needed some serious time alone. After DeAndré poem, the Dean thanked the band and the students and with that, the event was over. Christina managed to calm down some, waiting in her seat for him. "God, how am I supposed to walk back like this?" She wondered as he now stood before her. "How'd you like the event?" he asked with a smile. "It was great and that poem of yours...shit, I didn't know you wrote like that." "Well, there's a lot you don't know about me, Christina." "Yeah, I sure as hell didn't know how fucking sexy you could be." The lust in her said, talking over her logic for a second. "That's right, don't fight it girl. Get that dick, Christina." The lust coaxed her on. DeAndré just saw Christina in deep thought, but in reality, a war was going on inside her. It was a war between her erotic brain and her logic. The erotic said to fuck DeAndré's brains out while her logic reminded her of Brandon and their year-long relationship. Unbeknownst to her, Brandon was fucking Regina while Kristen watched. DeAndré just let her stand there as the war raged on for a few minutes in real time, but in Christina's mind, it was an eternity. Finally, the war ended when Dré put his on her shoulder. "Hey, everything alright with you, Christina?" he asked with concern. "Yeah," The erotic victor said with Christina's calm voice. "I'm fine. Let's get back to the dorms. Can we hang in your room for a bit?" Dré smiled, "Yeah, it's all good." The walk from the event back to DeAndré's room was a good ten minutes. They sat on DeAndré's bed, each really not knowing what to do next. You could have heard a pin drop if there wasn't music from two different rooms playing through the walls. "Thanks for coming out with me tonight," DeAndré said, ending the silence between them. "I hope you had a good time." "I did," Christina replied softly. "Um...look, this isn't TV, so I'm not going to beat around the bush with you. I like you, Christina and I really want to kiss you right now, but you're with Brandon so that's a no go, right?" "Mmhm, that's a no go, but know I really like you too, Dré." Without warning Christina stole a peck on Dré's lips. "Mmm, what was that for?" he quizzed. "For being so sweet," Dré shrugged, "Hey, what are friends for? I'm a guy, but I'm not Quagmire." Christina's reply to his joke was kissing him again and DeAndré instantly gave in, kissing her back with a strong passion. Their tongues met and danced together as Dré's dick grew, poking Christina in the thigh. Suddenly, the passion died away as Dré's logic broke through. This wasn't just some girl. It's was Christina—his friend, Christina and Brandon's girlfriend. Sure, he didn't know Brandon much, but DeAndré wouldn't want another guy fucking his girlfriend if he had one. "No," he snapped, breaking the kiss. "No, we shouldn't be doing this, Christina." She frowned, gripping his dick through his pants, "Why, DeAndré? Somebody else doesn't want to stop." "Simple, you've got a boyfriend, girl." he explained. "Well, I don't see Brandon here. He's too busy hanging with smuts and I want you, Dré. Please," she said seductively. Like Christina's struggle earlier, Dré's mind was telling him not to do this while his body was screaming that he had to have her. Unlike earlier though Christina's lustful mind didn't have time for his struggle and quickly freed his manhood from his pants, stroking his dick softly. DeAndré gasped at her touch. Looking down, the sight of Christina's small hand gripping his thickness made his softness spring up to its rock hard eleven inches. "I know brothers are packing, Dré—" she started, stroking him faster. "—But nothing like this." "Are you sure, Christina?" Dré had to know. "Fuck me, DeAndré," she whispered. With her carnal-filled words, they kissed, pawed, and fondled one another until they were only clothed in their under attire. DeAndré's hands ran up and down Christina's legs and found her ass. He still couldn't believe this was happening. While kissing her, he slid off her panties then his hands crept up to her luscious breasts and freed them from her bra. DeAndré's Love Making Christina moaned as his kisses crept down her neck towards her breasts. Dré took his tongue and circled her nipples before sucking them into his mouth. Christina gasped and squirmed as she caressed the back of his head while he made her nipples hard as diamonds. Done with her nipples, he made his way down her body with kisses and circled his tongue around her navel before continuing to the journey southbound. As DeAndré settled between her thighs, she moaned, "Mmmmm!" He kissed up one thigh and down the other, slowly making his way to her pussy. He took his tongue and slightly parted her pinkish-brown sex petals. DeAndré did this a few times and each time Christina pushed her hips towards him, trying to get him to penetrate her. "Stop fucking teasing me," she moaned. "Eat my pussy." He slid his tongue in, beginning his assault on her coochie that was sweet like honey. While his tongue was going crazy, he slid a finger inside and worked it around. "Ooh, shit! Yeah, eat the pussy." Christina moaned. DeAndré licked her labia lips gently. He took his thumb and index finger, opening her up then his tongue licked around her lips a bit more before finding her clit. He lashed at her clit causing Christina to arch her back. Dré started to flick her now protruding clit with his tongue while finger fucking her pussy. He curled his finger upwards to stroke her g-spot while sucking on her throbbing clit. "Oooh, oh my goodness," she whispered, rotating her hips as he drove his tongue deeper into her. "Right there baby. Oh, shit, Dré. Mmmm, don't stop." She didn't have to tell him because DeAndré wasn't going to stop. He took his sweet time eating her, flicking his tongue over her clit as fast as he could. "Oh God! Yes, yes, yes! I'm going to cum. Oh yes, I'm going to cum. Make me cum!" she screamed, grabbing the back of his head and driving his face further down into her. DeAndré stopped licking the clit to start sucking on it, forcing Christina's back to arch more. He was doing it and doing it well due to the reaction he was getting. He knew she was close when her legs clamped tightly around his neck. "Yes! Keep sucking my pussy!" He nibbled and sucked on her clit until she began to convulse, climaxing with a window breaking shriek. "I'm cumming! Goddamn, I'm cumming!" Christina couldn't believe the tongue love that she just received. Brandon was good at eating pussy, but DeAndré was awesome at it. He wasn't done either as he kept working her pussy over with his tongue, sending her into a wave of breathtaking orgasms. Weirdly, she began feeling this warm feeling near her heart, but flagged it off. "Shit boy, I've never cum so hard. Damn!" she said while writhing on the bed in extreme bliss. Sure, she'd just cum though they were far from done as with a finger, Christina beckoned his forth wanting the dick. She pulled DeAndré to her lips, tasting her own vaginal essence. "Mmm, it's time that I return the favor, huh?" DeAndré smirked, "That would be nice." Christina pushed him down on the bed and snaked her way toward the dick, wasting no time. "Mmm, I love big dick." she told him before slipping her lips over the head of his throbbing member. She licked the pre-cum off the tip, "You taste good too." Her lips formed a tight suction around Dré's cock. As Christina sucked him, her tongue swirled around the head. She took more and more into her mouth before licking along the thick veins that ran along the shaft. She then started sucking deep, trying hard to get all eleven inches down her throat, but gagged and eased up. Christina moved down to his balls, sucking them into her mouth. "Fuck, you're so good, girl." DeAndré told her as he sifted his fingers through her luscious hair. "Yeah, Christina. Suck my balls." Done with his testicles, she licked up DeAndré's entire length, kneading his balls in her hand. "I want this dick inside me now," Christina demanded in a low, sexy voice and Dré's was more than happy to oblige. The fact that she wanted him so bad excited Dré. Christina lay down on her back, giving him the sexiest smile. "Ever since that sexy ass poem, my kitty's been creaming for you," she told him lustfully. "Fuck me, DeAndré!" DeAndré climbed on top of her and Christina's thighs began to shake. All eleven inches of his thickness filled her insides. She yelped at his entrance, but fell right in line, creating an amazing rhythm. Intertwining his fingers with hers, he roughly stroked her middle and Christina's body quaked with each thrust. "Yeah, give it to me, boy. Give me that dick," Christina moaned as her eyes curled back. Dré smiled at this cause he knew he was giving it to his friend just right. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he quickened his pace. Christina gave a few stifled moans as he pounded in and out, thrusting his hips from side to side. Dré was stroking her so hard that he hit bottom more than once. The warm feeling near her heart was back and Christina's eyes widened as he kissed her forehead. DeAndré was stroking her walls gently, tenderly. He wasn't fucking her, but instead he was making love to her and it was the warm feeling near her heart that told her so. "Shit, let me ride you, Dré." she groaned as he hit her g-spot for about the fifth time. They switched places on the bed and Christina rose to her knees then slowly lowered herself onto Dré's pipe. He was so thick and long that she had to take him inch by inch, but she loved every minute of it. By the time Dré was fully inside her, both were moaning with arousal. Grabbing her ass, Dré began ramming into Christina, his manhood stroking her walls like no man's had ever done before. "Shit," Christina moaned uncontrollably, her breasts bouncing to the beat of his rhythmic thrusts. "Oooh, Dré...fuck me, baby...fuck me!" Dré laughed at her while smacking her booty a bit, "Yeah, that's right, baby. Ride it, Christina. Let me make you feel good." "Mmmm, you're making me feel good too." "I'm not stopping either, boo. Ahh," Dré groaned as Christina flexed her inner walls around him. DeAndré cupped and squeezed Christina's tits as she rode his dick, her hips bucking furiously against his. Christina perfectly matched him stroke for stroke like they were made for sexing each other as they both felt their ends coming, sweat dripping and glistening from their bodies. Never leaving her womb, DeAndré forced Christina to her back and stroked her a few more times before pulling out. Before she could say a word of protest, he flipped her over and placed her on all fours, entering her from behind. Christina cried out as he slapped her round butt cheeks, making her flesh jiggle. Dré couldn't resist her beautiful heart-shaped ass pointing up at him. He took his dick and ran it up the length of her slit. He wrapped his hands around her, massaging her titties as he slowly slid inside Christina. "Fuck me, Dré," she half commanded, half begged. "Fuck me!" They both let out a moan as DeAndré slid in his full length. Christina let out a scream of pleasure. Dré rotated his hips, letting his member explore every inch of her tight pussy. She cried out again as her sugar walls clenched around his cock. Christina's love tunnel was wet, creamy, and the harder he nailed her, the louder her moaning became. Dré pulled her hair as he drove deeper and harder. He loved watching his dick disappear in her pretty pussy and reappear shining with her creamy wetness. He smacked her ass and watched it ripple. The visual was beautiful. Christina was thick in all of the right places and the she was driving him wild. "Mmmm, you like how I'm hitting this pussy?" he moaned in her ear. "Oooh yes! I like it, boo," Christina replied backing her pussy on him. "Damn, you're hitting my spot, baby. Fuck." "You want me to keep hitting it? Yes or no?" Dré asked, daring her to say anything, but yes. "Yes, yes! Keep going. Get this pussy, boy. Get it, oooh get it!" "Mmhm, you're going to cum for me, Christina?" he moaned, feeling the nut at the tip of his dick. "Yes, just keep driving that big ass dick deep, oh yeah! This is your pussy, DeAndré!" she screamed. DeAndré was in heaven and Christina was his guardian angel tonight. He turned Christina on her side and kept plunging deep inside her. Christina's eyes rolled in the back of her head again and Dré loved that he was the one giving her so much pleasure. "I'm going to cum again, Dré. Fuck, nut for me, baby. Bust that shit!" she screeched. DeAndré couldn't hold it any longer and his cock erupted. "Fuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he moaned, pulling out and watched Christina squirt her love juices all over. "Fuck!" she screamed as her body shook violently, cumming for a second time. Christina collapsed in front of Dré, taking in the best sex of her life, trying to catch her breath. "Oh my God," she breathed with a sigh before they fell asleep. ***** It was one 'o clock in the morning when Christina woke up. The bright lights of Dré's room made her eyes tear up. Carefully, she slipped out of bed and got dressed quietly as not to wake him. Christina stood outside of DeAndré's room holding her chest. She still couldn't believe the incredible night she'd had and he'd rocked her world something fierce. Worse of all was what he mind was telling her. "That was more than sex. Dré just made love to me." Christina strode back to her room and crawled into bed. She had no idea what was going to do when Brandon got back, but all she could do enjoy being sexual fulfilled. "Damn, Dré what did you do to me?" She quizzed inwardly, falling asleep with a long, sated smile.