19 comments/ 65423 views/ 20 favorites Off the Bus Ch. 01 By: LaLaLady His eyes were blue. This impossible shade of sapphire that seemed unreal, they were so clear and bright. It was the only thing she could focus on when they were together. His hair was dark, either dark brown or black. "Jay," he whispered into her ear. She pressed herself into his broad, naked chest and inhaled. He smelled incredible, a cologne that she couldn't place. She'd never been able to find it in the stores and she had been searching for a long time. "Yeah," she breathed looking up into those azure pools, lidded with long, dark eyelashes. "This is gonna happen," he said putting a hand up to her cheek. "It's gonna work." She smiled and hugged him, pressing her cheek to his bare chest. "I know." Then, the beeping started. Jolie Williams rolled away from her alarm clock, ducked under her pillow and pressed it to her ear. "No, no, no," she moaned. It wasn't time to get up. She didn't want her dream to end. The beeping got louder, breaching the protection of her pillow. "Damn." Jolie tossed aside the pillow and swung her legs off the bed. She turned off the blaring alarm and trudged into the bathroom. She couldn't put it off any longer. Her day had begun, whether she liked it or not. She hopped in the shower and thought about her dream. The mystery man had haunted her for years. She'd been a sophomore in college the first time she dreamed about him. Her roommate had shaken her awake telling her that she was making "sex noises" in her sleep. Jolie had been embarrassed, but so turned on. She could still see his face and feel his hands. His voice was still in her ear and her panties had been soaking wet. She had thought that the dreams had been premonitions. She was going to meet this guy and they'd fall in love...or at least have sex in real life. After three years of waiting to meet a stranger with dark hair and blue eyes, she gave up. She decided he was just a wet dream her mind had manifested to get her through the hard times. Jolie was notoriously single. Most of her relationships had been two date maximums. She'd had one serious boyfriend that lasted almost a year. I was a miracle Tyshaun lasted that long, as much as they'd fought. She wasn't one of those women who blamed the men she dated for her track record. It wasn't them, it was her. She was a strong black woman who was about her business. She didn't stroke anyone's ego or hold her tongue. Jolie had always been up front and honest, that was the reason she was constantly unattached. As soon as a guy would say the wrong thing or say something insulting, stupid, or demeaning she would go off. Maybe she should have let some things go or ignored a quirk on occasion, like when a guy gave her a pat on the butt while they waited in line to buy movie tickets. She could have shrugged it off, but it was their first date and he did not know her like that. Oh well. At least she didn't hit him. She'd wanted to slap his face, but she had managed some restraint. Jolie snatched her yellow towel off the rack and wrapped herself in it. She had a breakfast meeting with her editor that morning so she couldn't dawdle. Usually she'd take her time putting on lotion and perfume and put the same care in picking out the perfect outfit. She stared at the neatly aligned and organized clothes in her closet and sighed. Breakfast with George McDill didn't require any special outfit. He was the most slovenly adult male she'd ever met. No doubt he'd have coffee stains on his shirt and tie before he walked into the café. She pulled on a pair of well-worn jeans and a red Baby Phat t-shirt that stopped just above her belly button. Her stomach wasn't as toned as she'd like it to be, but she was no slouch. The bus stop was two blocks from her apartment building. She'd bought an apartment in the Executive Suite building so she could gaze at the city from her couch. The picture windows gave her a view for miles and that really helped her when she got writer's block. She was far from an executive, but she did love her suite. The bus was late. Her day was starting to go downhill. She was up early and out of the house for this meeting and she was going to be late. Not to mention, the sky was overcast and she hadn't brought an umbrella. Fat drops started to hit the side of the bench enclosure just as the bus pulled up in front of her. "Damn it," she mumbled scurrying up the stairs. George was the one who was late. Jolie was on her second cup of coffee by the time he shuffled into the Moonlight Café. She wanted to yell at him. Didn't he know her least favorite thing was waiting? It was her own personal torture, to wait for another person. George McDill was a big man, rotund even. He was handsome in younger days, but middle age had spread those handsome features thin. His "don't give a shit" attitude didn't help either. After his third divorce, he really had stopped giving a shit. His posture had gone down and his weight had gone up. The only thing that mattered was work and at that moment, his work was getting Jolie Williams to turn in her chapters before the deadline the publisher had given. "Of course I'll have the next six chapters done by next month," Jolie said over breakfast. She picked at a vegetarian omelet while George scarfed down bacon, eggs, and waffles. He always ate well on the company credit card. She didn't bother telling him that she'd finished those chapters weeks ago and was well into the next section of her new book. Why not let him sweat it out? She loved to watch him squirm when she waited until the last minute. "Just remember," he said around a mouth full of waffle. "Your publisher didn't write you that check for you to half ass this book." Jolie rolled her eyes and feigned offense. "Mr. McDill, I don't half-ass anything. The chapters will be on your desk and on time." She glanced out the front window of the café. The rain had let up and she wanted to get back home before it started again. "I've got to go. I'll give you a call." George mumbled a goodbye as he continued to eat his large breakfast. Back on the street, Jolie hurried to the bus stop and ducked into the protection of the plastic half-booth. There was a guy slouched on the bench, ankles crossed, with a black Yankees cap pulled low. Only the bottom half of his face was visible. She could tell he was white with an angular jaw and chin. Jolie leaned against the booth and crossed her arms, folding herself away from the stranger. "I won't bite," a voice said. She could barely hear it over the persistent thuds from the rain. "Excuse me," she said glancing at him. He hadn't moved, but to turn his head slightly in her direction. "I said, I won't bite, you can sit down if you want." "That's okay," Jolie answered quickly. "I prefer to stand." "Oh, please," he scoffed. "No one prefers to stand. Just sit down. You know your feet hurt. Look at the heel on those boots." Jolie bit back a smile. The boots were definitely not made for dodging rain drops. "I'm fine, thanks." "Have it your way. I'm just trying to be a gentleman here." He shrugged. "Yeah, right," Jolie mumbled. The stranger stood and was beside her in two strides. Damn he was tall. "Are you trying to say that I'm not a gentleman?" Jolie turned to face him and frowned. "That's exactly what I'm saying," she snapped. "You don't even have the decency to look me in the eyes when you're talking to me and you're a gentleman? Oh, please." He grabbed the bill of the cap and yanked it off his head. Jolie's mouth fell open. It was him. He was the man in her dreams. His hair was jet black and fell in large curls in his eyes and around his slender face. His eyes were that sparkling sapphire blue. His lips were full and pink and he looked down on her from about the same height she'd looked up at him from in her dreams. It was him. Of course, in her dreams his hair was cut neatly and he never wore a ratty baseball cap, but it was still him. "Now will you take my seat?" he asked, sounding a little offended. "No," she answered breathlessly. "What's your name?" He looked confused for a moment then shrugged. "David." Jolie nodded and turned away from him. She had a name for her dream man. David. He was standing there, close enough to touch and just as beautiful as Michelangelo's statue of David. Her mind was racing. She would have left the bus stop and walked home right then if the rain hadn't picked up even more. She'd be drenched after six paces if she tried to make an escape. "Well, what's your name?" he asked, breaking into her racing thoughts. "Jolie," she said slowly, not turning to look at him. "Like Angelina Jolie?" he asked. "No," she snapped turning to glare at him. "Like Jolie Adelae Williams." "What kind of name is that?" he asked pulling the hat back over his black curls. "It's French. Jolie means lovely." "I don't know it that name fits you," David teased. "I've known you about three minutes already and you haven't been very lovely to me." Jolie frowned at him. "What would you know? You don't even know me." "Well, I know enough not to leave the house without an umbrella on a rainy day." He pulled a compact black umbrella out of the pocket in his jacket. "And I know you don't have an umbrella right now. So it looks like I know more than you." "It wasn't raining when I left." Jolie turned away from him again, a little embarrassed. "Ah," David teased again. "I see the claws have gone back in." "Here's the bus," Jolie said pointing over his shoulder. David glanced back at the approaching bus. "Okay. Before we get on our way to where we were going before this conversation, why don't you give me your number?" Jolie shook her head and stared at the rain drops hitting the booth. "No way. I don't give my number to strange men." He chuckled lightly. "You think I'm strange?" "That's not what I meant. I meant..." "I know what you meant," he said as he pulled out his wallet. "Like you said, I don't know you." He pulled a white card out of his wallet and held it between two fingers. "Here. You take my number and call me when you're ready for me to get to know you." Jolie stared at the card. She wanted to snatch it from him and clutch it to her heart. Then again, he was a complete stranger she'd just met on the street. It was just too weird. He shook the card a little. "This won't bite you either." Jolie sighed and yanked the card from him. "This doesn't mean I'll actually call you," she warned as she put it in her purse. "I know," David said smiling. "Ladies first." Jolie hadn't seen or heard the bus stop in front of them. She got on and ignored him until he got off at his stop, two before her own. Later that evening, around five, Jolie paced the floor at the foot of her bed. The little white card was on her night stand beside the phone. She had spent most of the day on the couch with her laptop, but every time she took a break and now that she'd stopped working, there was a nagging voice telling her to pick up the card and call David. For some reason she was scared. Her fantasy had stared her in the face earlier that day, now it was up to her to make it real. What if he didn't measure up to her imagination? She stopped pacing and sat on the bed. Slowly, she took the phone off the hook and pushed the numbers into the handset. Jolie had never denied herself anything before and she wasn't about to start now. There was no reason for her to punk out; it was just a phone call. "Hello." She inhaled sharply when David answered the ring. "Yeah," she said slowly. "This is Jolie." "So, you decided to call." There was a smile in his voice. "Yeah, why not...I didn't have anything better to do." She leaned back into her pillows and tucked her legs under her. "I can fix that." "What?" "You said you don't have anything better to do. How about we go out tonight?" Jolie stared at the stucco ceiling above her and smiled. "I don't know." "I can pick you up at seven. I just left a client's house so I have to go home and clean up." "Are you an escort or something? Why do you have to clean up?" David laughed loudly. "No, I'm a personal trainer. I work out for a living." Jolie didn't like working out. It was boring when she did it at home and she was way too self conscious to go to a gym. Jolie wasn't ready to accept his invitation so she ignored it and asked him about himself. He had been a personal trainer for three years and made a good living. He graduated from Adam's College two years before she had and had a small house in the suburbs. He was talking to her on the bus ride home, which took almost an hour from his client's house near Hillsdale Country club. "If you make good money, why don't you have a car?" Jolie asked. It was in her nature to be suspicious. "I never go out of town so I bought a twenty dollar bus pass. Who needs to spend money on a car and gas? Why do you ride the bus?" "I live in an apartment. A parking space is a lot of commitment, so are car payments." He chuckled. "Look, I'm at my house now. I've got to take a shower. There were people on the bus giving me dirty looks so I know I stink. Let me call you back and we'll figure out what to do tonight." "I never agreed to do anything with you tonight," Jolie said matter-of-factly. "You will. I'll call you back." David unlocked his front door, picked up the mail from the floor in front of it, and tossed his gym bag into the coat closet. His house was small, but it was in a nice neighborhood. He'd gotten it for a good price because it needed work, which he'd already finished. Basically it was a new roof, new gutters, and numerous plumbing repairs. He kicked off his shoes in his bedroom and went straight to the shower. He didn't want to linger too long under the relaxing stream of warm water. He was anxious to get back with Jolie. They were going on a date if it was the last thing he did. Off the Bus Ch. 02 There was something about her. He dated all different races, but she was different for another reason. Maybe it was how she challenged him, talked shit, and could probably back it up. She had this attitude that wouldn't quit. It did something to him when she rolled her eyes at him, and what was with the way her nose wrinkled when she glared at him? She'd been on his mind through both his workout sessions that day. He'd counted reps while wishing his cell phone would ring with her on the other end. He could still see her, just the way she had been on the bus. She'd sat far from him, but he could still see her. She stared silently out the window. Her hazel eyes didn't focus on anything in particular, he suspected she was just trying to avoid his gaze. Her black hair was cut short, just above her shoulders and her skin was an even milk chocolate color that made her light brown eyes really stand out. He willed her to look at him, but she never did, until she looked out the window at him when he got off the bus. She had snapped her head away quickly when their eyes met. Once he got out of the shower he hit back on his cell phone's caller id and waited for her to answer. She did after the third ring. "How about dinner?" he asked quickly. "I already ate." He couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or not. "Fine, you can watch me eat," he retorted. Jolie laughed. "Maybe I could eat something, but I don't feel like getting dressed up." "I know the perfect place then." He told her which bus to get on and where she needed to get off. "That street is in the middle of nowhere," she said after repeating the directions she'd scribbled down. "It's the suburbs," David laughed. "It's just south of the mall, not in the Australian outback." "I'm a city girl. I try to stay downtown and I wouldn't be caught dead in that shitty mall." "In that case, it's a good thing I don't live in the mall. I'll start cooking; you get your ass on the next bus this way." "Alright," Jolie sighed. "I'll be there." Jolie had already showered. She had decided to let him talk her into a date as soon as she'd put the phone back in the cradle. She had just finished curling her hair when he called back and all she had to do was get dressed after she hung up the phone. The next bus would be there in twenty minutes. She decided to wear her favorite beige sweater so she wouldn't have to put on a coat. It was late August, but the evenings were already getting cold. She pulled on a pair of fitted jeans and the shoes she'd worn earlier that day, black Beverly Feldman leather boots with narrow high heels. Most of her shoes had high heels. She liked being taller than her actual height of 5'4". She grabbed the directions off the nightstand and put them in her purse. Her stomach fluttered as she locked her apartment door. Her first night with her dream guy was about to begin. *** "Wow," David said when he opened the door and saw Jolie. She was beautiful. The sweater she wore clung to her breasts and stopped above the waistband of her jeans, so the swell of her hips was still evident. "Can I come in, or are we having dinner out here on the porch?" "Uh...sorry. Come on in." He stepped aside and watched every move as she walked past him into the house. Her hips swayed easily and her ass looked plump and delicious in those tight jeans. "Dinner's almost done," he muttered, still holding the door open. "My face is up here, David." She waved her hand and broke his gaze. "Sorry. That's my fault." Jolie shook her head. "What's for dinner? Did you really cook?" David shut the door gave her a hurt look. "Of course I cooked." "Is it wheat germ and seaweed, or real food?" "Steak, salad, and baked potato." Jolie laughed. "I didn't think you health nuts ate real food. I'm impressed." "I'm glad I've finally done something to impress you." "Finally," Jolie said with a smile. "It took you long enough." She followed him into the brightly lit kitchen and looked around. His house was small, but all his furniture was nice. Most of it was real wood, or at least it looked like wood, not that Ikea-ish K'NEX furniture that most guys had in their bachelor pad. She sat on a stool at the island and watched him pour red wine into a goblet. "I hope you're a drinker," he said putting it in front of her. "Why? Are you trying to get me drunk?" she mused leering at the burgundy liquid. David smiled. "I just didn't want to knock you off the wagon or anything. I don't know. You might be in AA or something." "I'm not," Jolie said before taking a sip of wine. "So now that we've established I'm not an alcoholic, tell me your last name." David leaned forward, his elbows on the counter. "Harrison. David Michael Harrison." "That's a nice name," Jolie said leaning over her glass. His face was barely three inches from hers. It took all the restraint David had not to lean further and take her glossy red lips with his. He thought she'd read his mind when her pale pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. David straightened quickly and cleared his throat. "Thanks. I'll get the food if you pour a glass for me. Jolie nodded and placed there goblets on the small table. It was an eat-in kitchen, but the table was in front of a bay window with a view of the back yard. It was empty besides a few plastic lawn chairs and a small charcoal grill. They ate in silence aside from her praising his cooking and him thanking her. Later, David brought her a third glass of wine to where she sat on the couch. They were supposed to be watching television, but Jolie had a little buzz, plus, alcohol made her horny. She could barely concentrate on anything but the growing heat between her legs. The people on the television kept talking and she couldn't keep up with the dialogue. It was like watching Gilmore Girls with earmuffs on. There was no way in hell she was going to understand it. Plus, David was sitting dangerously close. He was leaning back into the couch cushions, completely relaxed. He ran a hand through his curls and she watched as they bounced back into place. He set his jaw, which was covered with dark stubble and winked at her. She jumped and looked back at the set. She'd been staring. She wanted to be upset with herself, but she couldn't help it. She'd been dreaming about him for five years already. She was entitled to stare. Jolie put her glass on the coffee table and sighed. "I should be getting home. It's almost nine. The bus stops running soon." David sat up. "I don't think you should be walking on the street full of wine and steak." Jolie giggled. "You're right. I'm so buzzed right now." "I'm feeling it too. Why don't I make up the guest bedroom for you so you can relax?" Jolie shrugged and leaned towards him. "What if I want to relax in your bed?" "I'd be totally fine with that," David said huskily. "As long as you're sure." He put a hand on her cheek and pulled her face to his, stopping just before their lips met. "Are you sure?" Jolie put her own hand over his and nodded. "I've been sure for a long time," she whispered closing the space that was between them. She pressed her lips to his roughly. She put her other hand on the back of his neck and combed her fingers through the tight curls above the nape of his neck. She parted her lips and accepted his tongue when it slipped into her mouth. Her head was swimming. Between the heavy dinner, the glasses of wine, and the growing urgency in her pussy, she was beginning to feel lightheaded. She pressed her hands to his chest to break the kiss. David sat back on the couch and watched as she straddled his lap. Jolie quickly pulled off her sweater, revealing a red lace bra. "Oh shit," David muttered. The dark red contrasted with her brown skin made his dick jump. He could see her dark areolas and her nipples getting hard through the bra. Jolie rubbed the bulge in his jeans. His pants were pulled tight over it; she wanted to feel his hot flesh in her hand. She almost wished she'd worn a skirt instead of jeans. David groaned and squeezed her ass with both hands. His erection was threatening to tear his zipper open. "You're being a bad girl," he said breaking into a grin that showed the dimple in his left cheek. "Go to my room and think about what you've done...and what else you're going to do." David locked up the house, taking his time going back to his room. He took slow deliberate steps as he turned off all the lights and walked down the hallway to his room. He didn't want to seem too anxious, but he couldn't wait to feel the inside of Jolie's pussy. She was standing in front of the window when he entered the bedroom; her back to him. She had put her sweater back on at some point and stood with both hands jammed in the back pockets of her dark denim jeans. He turned down the lights and she turned to face him. "Wait. Leave the light on." "Whatever you say." "No, it's not that," Jolie said holding up her hand. "I've changed my mind. I don't want to do anything tonight." David was more than a little confused. "If that's what you want, I can make up the guestroom." "That's okay. I just want to go home." She crossed her arms and turned to look back out the window. "Why?" David didn't understand why Jolie had changed her mind so suddenly. Five minutes ago, she was sitting on his lap with her tongue down his throat. "We just met this morning," Jolie said quietly. "If this is a real first date...like it may lead to something, we should wait." "We didn't just meet this morning," David said sitting on his bed "What are you talking about?" she said slowly. Off the Bus Ch. 03 "We met in college. It was at a party at the Omega house." Jolie turned to look at David. She had to see his face to distinguish if he was telling the truth. Some guys would say anything to get laid. "I don't remember meeting you." David nodded. "You were pretty drunk. It was my senior year right before Spring Break. I bumped into you and knocked you down. You were trying to find the front door to leave. I didn't think you'd be safe walking across campus alone, so I walked you to your dorm." She stared at him, her mouth slightly open. "Are you fucking serious?" He nodded again. "Yeah. You almost passed out half way there, but we made it. I just kept you talking. I took you back to your dorm and helped you get into your room." "Then what did you do?" Jolie didn't know if she wanted to know the answer to that question. She remembered the Omega Spring Blowout and knew she'd gone every year, but she didn't remember getting drunk or meeting David. He could have done anything to her and she would have had no idea. "Well," David said leaning back on his hands. "I helped you take off your shoes. They were these strappy white sandals with a yellow flower them." She remembered those shoes. "Then, you thanked me for walking you home and kissed me." Jolie sat on the bed heavily. "We kissed?" "Oh yeah and it was fucking hot too. That's as far as it went though. I helped you get in bed and went back to the party. I had to drive my friend home. I was his D.D. After that night I wanted to call you, but you had been too gone to give me your phone number. I couldn't look you up because you never told me your name. Then, when I got back from Spring Break, they'd moved everyone out of your dorm into those new ones they built across campus. In May, I graduated and left. I never saw you again." Jolie was shocked. No wonder she had seen him so clearly in her dreams. In fact, it was just after that party that her roommate had complained about her sex noises in her sleep. "I've had dreams about you," she confessed after a long silence. "You're kidding." David mused studying her face. "Nope," Jolie said. "I thought the dreams meant that I was going to meet you. I had no idea we'd already met." "What kind of dreams are we talking?" David asked raising an eyebrow. Jolie's cheeks flushed. "The good kind." "Cool. Look, I'll just get my coat and we can head to the bus stop." Jolie frowned. "Well, considering we've already met, maybe I can stay a little longer." "Maybe?" David repeated. "Okay, I'll definitely stay." "Cool. Now why don't you lay down here and give me a kiss?" David said patting the bed beside him. Jolie crawled beside him on the bed and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "You're such a smart ass," David sighed sitting up to give her a real kiss. He pressed her back onto the bed with his weight as their tongues wrestled. His hand crept under her sweater to touch the bra he'd seen earlier. Her nipple hardened when his fingers grazed it lightly. Jolie moaned at the sensation of his hands on her skin. Her pussy was starting to ache again. It wasn't just because of the wine at that point. She wanted David Michael Harrison more than she'd ever wanted any man. She tugged the white t-shirt over his head and tossed it over her head. His chest was so tan, it was almost brown. His body was incredible; everything was well defined and hard as a rock. David buried his tongue deeper into her mouth as his hand slid down her body. He left her breasts and caressed her stomach a second before unbuttoning her jeans. Jolie lifted her hips as he tugged them down. David stopped their kiss and leaned back to get a good look at her underwear. She had on a red lace thong that matched the bra. Jolie pulled her sweater off and threw it over her head where his shirt had landed. "You look good enough to eat," Danny whispered, licking his lips. "I am good enough to eat," Jolie said matter-of-factly. They stared into each other's eyes for long moment. She studied those blue pools she'd seen in her dreams and he watched as her hazel eyes clouded with passion. Jolie reached up to bury her hands in his dark curls, pulling his mouth back to hers. David expertly unfastened her bra and pulled it from her brown globes. He gently squeezed one, then the other before leaving her lips to take a dark, pointed nipple into his mouth. Jolie sighed as he caressed one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers. She shut her eyes and relaxed into his comforter. She could only see black, but she could picture what he was doing in her mind. His mouth left her breast and traveled down, his lips gently brushed along her stomach, stopping at the top of her thong. He hooked a finger in both sides and pulled them down slowly. She lay on his black comforter, completely naked as he gently pushed her legs apart so he could nestle in between them with her legs draped over his shoulders. David could feel his dick pressing against his zipper again, so he unzipped the painful offender and adjusted himself in his boxers. Now he could concentrate on Jolie's cleanly shaven pussy right in front of his face. He opened her fat brown lips with his tongue and she gasped audibly; parting her slim brown legs further. Now he could see her pink treasure and dived in. Jolie moaned against the back of her hand as David lapped her pussy. She buried her other hand in his hair, her orgasm could get pretty wild and she wanted to be able to pull him away if she wanted. "Oh God," she moaned when he dipped his tongue into her hot box. It felt so damn good. David tongue fucked her a few times before concentrating on her clit that had emerged as her pussy swelled. He drew his tongue up and down it slowly, and Jolie saw stars. "Oh God," she panted again. David smiled as her grip on his hair tightened. She was close to orgasm; he could tell by the way her slow deep breaths had changed to heavy panting and her moans kept getting louder. Jolie's orgasm hit her full on when David slid his middle finger deep into her cunt. His tongue on her clit had brought her to the brink, but his longest finger in her pussy had finished the job. He removed the finger and abandoned her clit to plant his mouth on her cunt. Her hips bucked off the bed as she cried out, "I'm cumming. Oh God. Oh God. I'm cumming!" She tried to pull him away by the hair, but he was unmoved. David had to taste her. He rode out her orgasm firmly attached to her hot cunt. He licked the juices that dribbled from her like he was eating an ice cream cone. He didn't let one drop escape his tongue. When Jolie's breathing returned to normal, he stood up, and then pulled his pants and boxers off in one motion. Jolie watched him disrobe and gazed his erect penis as he stroked it once it was free. The mushroom head turned an angry red color at his assault. David climbed back onto the bed, between her still open legs. Her heart began to thud and her pussy got even wetter as he stroked her pussy lips with his prick. David ran his penis over her moist lips slowly. He couldn't take much more teasing. He wanted to drive his dick home. He was just about to take the first push into her when she spoke. "Where's the condom?" she asked. His focus left her slick wet pussy and went to her face. She had propped herself up on her elbows. Her breasts hung like brown tear drops just above her belly. "You're not getting in without a condom." David couldn't speak. He just nodded and backed off the bed. He pulled open the drawer on his night stand and silently thanked God that the black box of Trojans was in there. He was in no state to search for condoms at the moment. He couldn't concentrate on putting it on when his mind was thinking about how hot her pussy had been on the tip of his dick. He sheathed his cock as quickly as he could with shaking hands. Jolie smiled at him when he resumed his position between her thighs. "Thanks," she said quickly. David mumbled something before he focused again on her brown mound. This time he didn't glide along her entrance. He pulled her hips up to angle them toward him and pushed the head of his dick in right away. She moaned. His dick inside her, David looked again at her beautiful face. She had closed her eyes and pursed her lips into a sexy little "o" as she pressed her hands to his chest. She didn't push him away, just rubbed the dark down of the scant chest hair scattered across his pectorals. David grunted and pushed further into her wetness. Jolie's pussy was tight around his rod. She was silent underneath him, lifting her hips to urge him further inside. So far he was about six inches deep, with one and a half more to go before their bodies were joined completely. Jolie gasped when he bottomed out. Her pussy was stretched around his pole. I guess what they say isn't true, she thought. She'd had black men and a few Spanish ones here and there and David's dick did not pale in comparison. He was definitely holding his own. After eating her pussy and not giving her any shit when she insisted on using protection, he was near the top of the roster. He'd maintain that status as long as he wasn't a one minute man. David was in heaven. Her pussy was wrapped around his dick and he couldn't remember feeling anything so good before. She was wet, but certainly not sloppy. He began to piston his dick in and out of her, slowly at first. There were no squelching noises, just her small grunts every time his pelvis hit hers and the slapping of his balls as they hit her ass. David wanted to take his time and enjoy the sensation of her pussy, but the slow pace just made him want her more. He picked up speed, sawing into her faster. He quickly realized that she was building to a climax when she stopped grunting and her ragged breathing returned. Jolie bit her lip, trying to hold back the curses on her tongue. She could talk really dirty during sex if she was willing to let herself go. She didn't know if she was ready to do that with David yet. She clutched at his broad chest leaving narrow red paths with her fingernails. Her body was coming to a crescendo. She felt it in her stomach first; it went further down with each thrust. She cried out as the wave finally hit her. Her hips bucked again and the curses she had been trying to bite back spilled out. "Oh shit. I'm fucking cumming! Fuck me, David. Fuck me harder!" Her nails scraped down his chest again and again. David continued fucking her as her orgasm peaked. He slammed into her harder and harder with each thrust and a second wave took her, then a third. She hurled curses through her multiple orgasms. Finally she stopped shaking and tried to regulate her breathing, her breasts heaved with each gasped. When she calmed, David began pumping his dick again. He'd ridden out her three orgasms like a pro and now he continued on to his own. Jolie went back to grunting again with each thrust. Her breasts bounced and he grabbed one roughly teasing the nipple with his thumb. He squeezed it gently and released his load into the condom with a loud groan. Jolie felt his dick swell even larger inside her and watched his face contort into a semi-grimace. His jaw locked and teeth clenched as he came into the condom. David slid backwards off the bed and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom in the trash can. When he returned to the bedroom, Jolie had climbed under the covers on the left side of the bed. He smiled because he always slept on the right. He slid in beside her and traced a lazy line from her forehead, down her cheek, letting his hand fall to the bed after he reached her chin. She smiled at him through a sleepy haze, her eyes half shut. "So," David whispered lightly touching her lips. They weren't very shiny anymore, but she must have been wearing the kind that doesn't rub off because even after all the kissing they'd done, her lipstick wasn't smeared. "That acid tongue is good for dirty talk too." "Mmmm," Jolie said fading rapidly into sleep. "My tongue is good for all kinds of things," she mumbled as the corners of her mouth turned up in a slight smile. Sleep was making David's lids heavy too. He'd see how good her tongue was soon enough.