2 comments/ 25125 views/ 0 favorites Flickering Between Ginny & Tammi By: Flickering Between Ginny & Tammi Time funneled through a bottomless glass. Drinks were ordered and reordered and the insipid rise of horniness circulated. Bernard kept his hands beneath the table, fingering Strawberry daiquiri juices into Bethany's fruit. At times, he'd look over at Darius, sucking his fingers, turning a lascivious snarl into a smile. "I don't they're coming back." Tammi-Lynn chuckled in disbelief. They've been gone for over half an hour. Darius' gaze returned that of passerby, as they occasionally eyed the interracial couple. "You're right. Well the way they were all over each other." "How are you feeling? "I'm fine." She laughs. "I know, and you're married." She was caught off guard for a moment. "So, it's not like you can't talk to me. It's not like I'm cheating or anything like that. I've a strong buzz-on but nothing where my senses are gone. I don't need booze to tell me that you're beautiful." "PFFFFFffffff!!!" He spat out beer, partially through his teeth. "Thanks, but what made you say that?" "I'm just being honest." "Wow, thanks for the compliment. I'm way past flattered. I didn't expect anything to come of this night. I was actually down, but after a few beers and the company of an exquisite woman such as yourself, well, it makes me cherish the possibilities," he paused for a moment, "Undoubtedly, you're hot and dangerous." She laughs. "What's your background? You look like you're Hispanic." "I'm Cape Verdean." "Cape...what?" "I'm Cape Verdean. It's mainly African & Portuguese. I'd break it down more but I'd have to give you a history and geography lesson that at this point, and following my fifth pint, I'm not able to do so well. What's your background?" "I'm half Puerto Rican and French. Because I'm so white, people don't get that I'm Hispanic too." She stretches out her arm to show the contrast of her paleness compared to Darius' Cappuccino shade. "You speak it?" He clasped her hand. "I can understand almost everything. I just can't carry a conversation." "Bonitaza Ca Tem Fin." "What did you just say?" "Yours is a beauty that holds no end. I said it in Criolu." "All this time, you were just one department over and who would've known." "I always wanted to say something to you but..." "You were too busy training that black girl." Tammi-Lynn repressed her smile. "Avanyah? Now, why does everyone..." He caught himself, "it was just professional that's it!" "Don't sweat it. You probably just hit it once and then let it go when you found out she had someone." "No, but, let's talk about you." He nearly sputtered. "What about me? I'm married." "We know this but why does your body tell me differently?" "I'm a flirt. So what, it doesn't mean I'm an easy fuck." "I didn't say that." "Okay, so I'm a married cock-teaser, and you?" "I'm the end to all of that." "And you have someone too. I saw her one time after work. I was driving right behind you guys. I may have some competition." "Yeah, but she has nothing to do with this right now..." Darius moved closer to draw in a kiss. Tammi-Lynn offered no resistance as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, obligingly. "Mmmmm...you're a good kisser." She shot a cherubic smile. "I'm much more than that. What's going through you're mind?" "For starters, I missed my ride with Ginny." She returned. "Oh, and, one of two things could be happening right now. My man is either bugging out right now wondering when I'll get home or he's cuddled up next to our son, asleep." "Well, I can drop you off but the thing is I don't want to give off the impression..." "You can drop me off behind the apartments. I'll walk around to the front entrance. Let me worry about the impressions. I'll work it out." "All right," he dismissed, "Let's bounce. Let's see what's left of this tab to pay." Darius checked the front door only to learn that Bernard had already paid the bill. Together they fumbled the lot in search of his SUV. It was closer than he expected. While opening the door on the passenger's side, he brushed his hand against her ample rump. "Supple! You know this here whip could use a fitted rack and spacious trunk. Care to accessorize?" He suggested boldly. "Love to but we'll have to reschedule a trip to the body shop." She smirked and then leaned over to savor his draft-laced tongue. He then circled to the front. Jumped in and peeled out. The quest to satiate pussy left scorching streak marks across the lot. "Keep driving!" She lowered herself, unzipping him as he peeled down the Interstate like a drag racer hopped on a case of Red Bull. Releasing him, she kept jerking lightly as he stuttered on the breaks. "We can't do this here. I'm liable to hit the tree or something." The heat of his cock swelled in her grasp. "Now you're gonna have me stop this car in the middle of traffic!" "Do it!" She dared. Just as soon as he pulled over to the shoulder, their lips locked fervently. She separated from the kiss only to lower her mouth on Darius' freshly exposed dick. Dancingly, his digits moved beneath her skirt, up and through the lining of her thongs. He pulled the fabric over, merging her hairy folds as she writhed in the passenger's seat. She continued to jack him close to boiling point. "Stop! Lean back. I want to taste you." Darius adjusted her seat, flatly, all the way back. Spread her legs apart. Her right foot rested on the corner crook between the dashboard and windshield, while the other heel kept rolling playfully on the wheel. He maneuvered through the steering column. She'd removed her panties, as he would've later been told, at some point after her fourth shot of rum. His mouth greedily found her folds. He snaked his elongated tongue into her crevices, lapping up a residual build of skin crème emanating from within. Joining his index and middle finger, he kept juicing her slit until it garbled some pussy talk he'd grown familiar with. It had been nearly a year since he'd tasted the wine of womanliness. How he'd yearned to draw nectar from such reserve. "Ohhhh, eat it like that...just like that, damn, Darius!" She bucked at the feel of his tongue on her bulbous clit, flickering. He lapped the coating up diligently, working his frenetic fingers into a strum session. Every nuance and chord erupted in song. The driver's window had been lowered halfway. Speedily, the traffic headlights whirring by provided a strobe-like affect, filling in the SUV. Darius kept the friction on overspill. The streaming of Tammi-Lynn's juices made it appear as though his face had bathed in a vat of Krispy Kreme glaze. "Damn, you made me cum twice already!" Her hand squeezed Darius cock, already trickling. She lowered herself. "See what you made me do?" He broke. Sat up to regain his breath. "What...this?" She stroked him a little bit more. Not much effort was needed to induce him into fluid rise. She sensed the nearing of his orgasmic peak, shifting her face closer to his volatile member. "Cum for me!" She kept jacking him, while her tongue licked the tip of his dome. On queue, a geyser shot upwards, leaping high and caking her face with his nut juice. She rubbed his cock along her tongue, relishing the mess. The second wave streamed downward, forming globs that covered his sacks. The spillage trickled down to his zipper. Mini globules collected within its metal teeth. Soon, the jeans became a telltale sign of their doings and undoing. His low-cut briefs soaked the splotchy stains. So much of him was shot forward, speckles of his bursts were found on the odometer. She eyed him, smiling what resembled a mouth full of canary feathers. "Did I do that?" She slurped the collection of jizz trickling off her fingers. She swallowed the remains of him, licking the droplets off. "What did you have today? It's sweet." "FUCK!!!" Darius found the wherewithal to reach into his glove compartment for a single ply of Kleenex and some breath mints. He barely had enough to clean up evidence. He shifted the car into drive and pulled up to her apartment complex, five blocks later. "Here's my cell number." She looked around the complex, peering into the laundry room for any speckle of light. "Call me during the afternoon, any time during the day. I'm sure you'll find my work extension if you need it. The earlier you call, the better, actually." She smiled as he watched her exit the vehicle. She walked around the offices towards the front entrance of her building. He folded the paper with her number and tucked it away into the overhead visor. Back at Ginny's crib, Darius noticed the time: 1:15am. Occasionally, he rubbed his fingers under his nose so as to recall the scent of her. He wiped his face on his sleeve. Through his light-headed stupor, he kept searching for his keys, ascending the staircase. He knew he'd been reeking of draft beer and pussy. He congratulated himself quietly for solving the lock with the right key. Pushing through he walked into the threshold of the living room only to find a litany of candles circling. The botanic fragrance thickened pleasantly. He almost bumped into a large snack tray, consisting of champagne on ice and an assortment of cheese, meats and fruits. "Surprise!" She came into his dim-lit view. "I was waiting for you for over two hours. I managed to free my mom up for the evening and figured we could do whatever you want. So, come here. " Darius froze in place. There Ginny stood wearing an ivory-laced negligee. Moonlight, peeping through the blinds, accentuated the glow of her honey-toned skin. She had been wearing matching ivory thigh highs. She finished off the nightwear by sashaying in pink feathery heels. Ever closer to the light, he noticed she'd gone into Cover Girl mode. Her high cheek bones dusted in light rouge. Darkened lashes and eyeliner drew out the exoticness her being had longed for. And so, he stood, swelling in regret. He would only drink the image of his beautiful woman approaching him. Arousal returned, marked by nervousness. His cock stuck against the cotton of his briefs. His face well doused over. His fingers drenched in semen and Tammi-Lynn secretion. His heart raced like the Indy. "Why are you so nervous?" Ginny met him face to face. She wrinkled a mask of confusion, glistening in the makeshift of full moon and candlelight, "Is this not what you've been waiting for?" To be continued...