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Refined Adjustments Ch. 01

By: neelu18



Nesca walked into her English lecture hoping the professor would be as easy going as she was, hoping everything would go well on her first day in college. She was a bit insecure because of her weight and height. She was twenty and "heavyset."

Nesca's skin was a smooth chocolaty brown, her breasts large and shapely, her waist perfect for clutching, but a bit spoiled by her rounded tummy. Nesca wouldn't deny she had great hips and thighs and an ass that most guys worshiped. 

However, her insecurities kept her from believing in her own beauty. As she took her seat, Nesca felt as if everyone in the room were eyeballing her. She shifted impatiently several times before the door opened.

"Good morning! I'm Professor Giovanni and I will be your English Lecturer for the semester." He stood tall; his creamy white complexion was clean shaven, his dark hair slicked back.

She rolled her eyes when she heard his accent. 

"I like to start with an icebreaker I used with my previous students to make them comfortable. Each one of you will stand, say your name and tell a story of an embarrassing happening."

Nesca hated sharing, hated speaking in class; her face was flushed. Professor Giovanni continued,

"I will start off. My name is Johnny Giovanni and the most embarrassing moment for me was when I walked face first into a cement wall, not paying attention, bragging on winning a game." The whole room rushed with laughter.

Nesca flushed as the time for her to speak drew near. What would she say, she had many depressing stories, even cute stories . She figured she would just edit a story she was familiar with. He then called on her, "Yes..."

She stood, "Hi, I'm Nesca and um. . . last month, I had a little incident at the arena down the street. I was going down the steps when I stumbled, one knee just sort of buckled and I landed on my butt. My pants were ripped down the middle in front of everyone. The real Kodak moment was the guy next to me laughing so hysterically he turned red as a tomato." 

Everyone chuckled, a few snickered. She smiled as she saw the handsome professor hide his gust of laughter.

"Nice story Nesca." She liked the way Professor Giovanni said her name, even though his Brooklyn Italian accent annoyed her. As she sat listening to the next student's story, she felt eyes on her. She looked up to find the source. 

Professor Giovanni's bright green eyes weren't friendly, but dark, so intense she squirmed. Nesca already felt she must withdraw from Giovanni's class.

He ended the lecture. Students rose, shuffled out. Figuring she had nowhere else to go so, she hadn't rushed off immediately.

Everyone was out the door when she heard him say, "You're not going to stay long in this class, are you?" as if he had read her mind.

Nesca had no words, but figured must say something.

"Well, I just don't think it's my calling. I'm not ready for. . ." she paused as she saw him come toward her. She stammered a bit. "Well... um... I-I don't think I'm ready to take what you have to offer." She said not realizing how she sounded. "How is this man turning me on with a simple look?" She asked herself.

He stood before her with a gaze that made her legs buckle. 

"How would you know what I have to offer when you haven't seen it all?"

Was he trying to seduce her? Was there a double meaning to his words? At a loss for words she said the first thing that came to mind. 

"Well I want to see but I don't think I'm ready for something like that- like this, like this class." She corrected. She felt her face become hot.

"You know, it's okay if you want to withdraw," he said as he walked back to his desk. "If you're not ready, I can recommend preparation and a little book fingering. Everything you need to be ready for me because I'm hard and it's a long process to get through."

He was definitely flirting with her. "Was he 'hard', she asked herself? Oh god had she looked? Nesca's panties were soaked. Surprised at her sudden response, she drew her thighs together tightly, afraid her scent might escape 

"This, all this, uh, is about the class, right?"

"Of course it is Miss. . . Omorose," he said. She nodded to confirm. "So is your decision made, will I see you next class?" His eyes were eager for the right answer.

"Yeah, I'll be here bright and early." He watched her ass jiggle as she left. Professor Giovanni was achingly erect, hoping she would soon fulfill the fantasies running through his brain.

Refined Adjustments Ch. 02



Nesca sat in the back. She was going to have to break the news to Mr. Sexy. She had a feeling she wouldn't be missed. Some college guy sat right next to her, looking her over like a bug on a slide. 

"Excuse me Miss Cutie, I'd like to get to know you, inside and out, before I make you mine, have you to show off, to make my boys jealous, to show 'em I got the prize of a lifetime."

She felt so uneasy she couldn't answer. She saw every eye in the class on her, then Professor Giovanni had finally entered.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Let's all continue from the last class. That would be our discussion of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea". She smiled. 

Class lasted the required forty-five minutes, but it seemed much longer to Nesca. She learned not a thing that day as she could concentrate only on her wild fantasies about the professor.

As the last person left class, he spoke, "You look really nice Ms. Omorose." He continued, "So what can I help you with today?"

An unhappy look crossed her face, "Well, I've decided to withdraw from the class." There was a long pause as he waited for her to carry on. 

"It's because I haven't the smallest idea why I attempted to take this class, or why I even wanted to so badly. They said y. . . "

Her lips were suddenly crushed by his; his tongue probed her mouth. He grasped her by her "love handles" to draw her tight against him. 

She felt his erection, hard against her belly, then tore away from his embrace.

"Sorry for interrupting, what were you saying?" he said as if he had not just fucked her mouth with his velvet tongue.

"Sorry, I have to go." She moved to escape but was lifted into his arms, his large strong arms enfolding her petite form. He gazed into her light brown, dazed and waiting eyes.

"Where are you going Ms. Omorose?"

The way he pronounced her name made her underwear damp. She pressed her thighs together, afraid he would scent the flow of her honey but his strong hands forced them open. He hoisted them around his waist. Her long gray dress rode up, revealing the red thong barely visible between her swollen lips.

Then he voiced his affections, "Don't keep it from me. I inhaled your sweet juice the first time we met. I was hooked. I'm not letting you get away now." The power of his words inflamed her.

He ground himself against her wet crotch, each stroke left her body yearning for what he was keeping her from, a waiting orgasm. She rolled toward him when he whispered in her ear, "You see what this ass does to me. You're getting my dick all wet." he said with a groan. 

"Fuck! You want to cum, sexy?" She nodded, but he would not accept that response. "Answer me or I stop."

Nesca moaned then cried out, "YES!" She started feeling little sparks from her toes, all the way to her center. Her moaning got louder and louder with each stroke. He quickly covered her mouth as her body quaked on the desk. 

Luckily the pathway the classroom was on wasn't popular around that time of day.

He held her as she shook, easing her down from her high. Then she gazed at the tall alluring man who had just given her the most amazing orgasm.

She looked to see what she had done.

"Sorry about that." She pointed to the colossal wet spot on his khaki pants, above his still hard penis.

"It's all right." He said, proffering the tissue box off of his desk to her. He continued as she wiped herself. "Anyway," He brought her closer to him, "I would like to keep these slacks the way they are."

She laughed then separated herself from the tight embrace to toss the wad of tissues in the bin across the room. Nesca threw the tissue from a distance as if it were a basketball. She smiled. "Two points," she said.

He took off his pants to put on the gym shorts, took off his shirt to change fully.

She turned in time to see to see his chiseled chest and abs and a little line of dark hair from his navel down into his shorts. She stared in shock. The oversized shirt did him no good. His size and shape were obvious. He walked toward her. "So, still withdrawing?"

"Yeah, but you were great. . . the class was great. I like it but I'm still not ready. . . for this class. " She finished awkwardly.

He nodded. "Well, I can help you when I'm not too busy if that's okay with you. . . maybe over lunch?"

"Sure, I'd like that." She left, nearly falling she was so nervous. She was almost to her car when she hadn't gotten his phone number. When she rummaged through her bag for her keys, his business card fell out.

She smiled to herself, "That's why he's a professor." She drove off to get ready for her lunch date. 



Refined Adjustments Ch. 03



Home, Nesca was trying to muster the courage to call Professor Giovanni to confirm their lunch date, but doubt assailed her. "Was he serious when he said he wanted to meet me for lunch?" She thought. "Should I even call this guy? Maybe I should just stay home. Yeah I'll stay home, better than being rejected and heartbroken."

Her dress slid to the floor. When she got to her panties she flashed back to their little session, she became wet all over again. In the shower, she hoped the scalding water would chase away the powerful feelings sweeping over her. Instead, Nesca felt as if she were high on ecstasy as the water cascaded over her. Suddenly, she felt chills go up her spine. She felt hands on her body. Turning quickly she found. . . nothing.

She dressed comfortably in cotton shorts and a large shirt. Then she grabbed her cookies and laptop.

She had time to look online for a guy to mess with for the time being. When the guy IM'ing her responded again she heard a knock on the door. She took a cookie into her mouth then got up to answer the door.

"Little sister, what is going on? You can't pick up your phone?" Nesca's older sister, Denise, pushed her way into the apartment. Her sister, a few inches taller than she, had a body guy's dreamed of having in their bed. Denise's skin was a bit lighter, but they shared many features. She was always in the spotlight, people even stopped her to take her picture. Their bond as sisters was like no other.

"Hi to you too, Nise. Please charge in and look through my computer. Why are you here right now?" Nesca said as she grabbed her laptop from her sister's prying eyes and shut it.

"I can't come see my baby sister whenever she's been out my sight too long?" She said, pinching Nesca's cheeks as if she were a baby.

"No! You have business to do so can you stop checking on me. . . " Nesca said mockingly.

"Well aren't we a little bitter today, what's up?" Denise said, a little concerned.

"Something happened today." She began to fiddle with her shirt.

"Did it happen again? I thought you took care of that already."

"No, no not that, I was talking about this guy today." Nesca said with a slight smile.

"You finally did it!?! How was it? Was he b-?"

"What! No I'm still, you know, intact, but we did have a little session." She tried to hide her growing smile from her eager sister.

"What!! You little freak. So who is it? What's his name?"

"That's where the issue lies. It was Johnny Giovanni." She figured this is where the dynamite went off.

"Wait... Mr. Johnny sexy divine and all fine Giovanni. English Lit Professor, Johnny Giovanni?" Denise said in awe. "What do you mean issue? There should be no issue there."

"Yes, that Johnny Giovanni, he sort of asked me to lunch and I accepted but I had a feeling he might not want to be seen with someone like me. I didn't call to confirm." She waited for her sister's explosion.

"What!! HE asked YOU didn't he?" She nodded "So I think you should be kind enough to decline properly when you do not want to do something. You're getting old baby sister. . . "

"Please, remind me again why you aren't at work, Nise?"

"I'm off today, it's not a bad thing to come see you, you know. How's your 'best friend forever' Jerome doing?" Denise asked.

"He's still out of town. I don't know when he'll be back but that's his job."

"Mom and dad called yesterday."

"What do they want?"

"Nesca, they're still our parents."

"Maybe they're yours, Denise, but no longer mine."

"You'll get over it one day. Until then, I'll call you later." Denise rose to leave. "And don't think I didn't see those cookies over there."

"Old habits die young, yeah yeah." She waved off the cliché her sister constantly used with her. She got up to show her sister out and went back to her laptop and cookies. She popped a cookie into her mouth, and then there was a knock at the door once again.

Nesca got up stuffed another cookie into her mouth so her sister would see the lack of care of her diet. She swung the door open and slammed it back shut. It was him.

Johnny stood at her door and knocked once more "Are you alright? You didn't call. I thought I might check up on you."

Nesca spat out the cookies from her mouth into the trash. She grabbed some water and swished it quickly to take out the cookie residue from her mouth. Then she adjusted her clothes and opened the door.

"Yeah I'm alright, just fine." He gave her a long look. Finally he broke the silence.

"It's a little cold out here can I come in?" He asked those cute hopeful eyes shining.

"I'm so sorry, come in." She said embarrassed.

He took a seat on the chair and she sat on the sofa far from him. He examined her with a look that seemed impatient and striking. He stared at her almond eyes, her full lips as she pulled her tight dark coils into a bun. "She's so mysterious and beautiful. She has to be for me." He thought.

She began "So, you do know stalking is a crime." She couldn't hide the laughter; neither could he.

"Yeah well, where I come from it's not called stalking." He replied sobering up.

"Sure. By the way, where are you from, might I ask?" Nesca asked as she propped up her legs on the sofa.

She didn't realize how comfortable she became talking to him, until he came to sit facing her and looking deep her in the eyes.

"Well I'm from New York, but as you can see I'm out here in Miami for the weather."

"Oh so that's where that accent is coming from." She said then scrunched her nose.

"What, you don't like the way I talk? This is a very nice and beautiful accent. Chicks dig this."

"Yeah, I bet they do." She patted his shoulder and went to the kitchen. "Want anything to drink?"

"Yeah that juicy pussy," he thought as he watched her ass walk away, but replied "Anything you have here would be fine."

That is when he noticed her apartment. It was comely, decorated in mix of earth tones with a man's touch to it.

"So, you live here?" he asked when he saw the huge framed photo of Scarface, Rambo, and a signed football in a case, in her living room.

She walked back to the living room with cool water bottles and handed him one. "Yeah, I had help from a friend. He suggested the earthy tones to match my personality. I wanted black, white and red. He said no. Then he added some things so it wouldn't look like I lived alone." Nesca was shocked at how open she was with him, "But it feels so right."She thought.

Jealous at how she talked of this 'friend', he fell silent. When he noticed her mind was somewhere else, he decided he would steal her attention back.

He leaned in but just as he was about to put his lips to hers she ducked to grab the remote on the table. "Let's see what's on TV. Anything you want to watch?" She asked staring at the flat panel television.

"Nesca, don't behave that way. You know why I'm here."

"No I don't. Why don't you remind me." She snapped giving him a stern look.

Next thing she knew she was on the floor, his body large and threatening atop her.

"I'm here to check on you and teach you a lesson. Now do you remember?" He said as he began placing kisses down her neck.

A forceful knock came at the door. Johnny looked at her. "Are you gonna let me up or do I have to scream for help?"

He moved to the sofa, helped her up, and smacked her ass as she went for the door.

Knowing who it was, Nesca stepped out and closed the door behind her.

"Hey Rome, wh-what are you doing here this late?"

Jerome looked at his friend and seen that look in her eye,"She was about to do something, or somebody."he thought

Jerome was the fabled 'tall dark and handsome' of every girls' dream, or so he thought. He had always been after Nesca, but she never gave him the time of day. She finally did accept him, but only as a friend. He made it his priority to watch after her even though business with Reggie's Cartel was hectic. He was always protective of her, his "Shorty."

"Is that the first thing you say when you haven't seen me for a month? Come here Shorty." He held her and kissed her forehead. "Anyways it's only," He looked at his Rolex "Eight thirty. The day hasn't even started."

"Whoa Rome, don't come over here with all of that. I just need rest... for class tomorrow." He looked at her face obviously fraudulent, he let her know it.

"I know you trying to get rid of me so you can get back to whatever you were doing.

I'm picking you up to take you to the campus in the morning, OK shorty." He said, placing a kiss on her cheek leaving no room for discussion.

"Okay, bye Rome." She said walking back into her apartment.

"Who was that?!" Johnny raised his voice.

He couldn't believe he was already

She raised her brow at his rudeness and closed the door. When she turned around, she spoke calmly sizing him up with her eyes.

"Excuse you? Don't you ever yell at me. You come correct when you're talking to me. Talk like that again and you'll find yourself a first class ticket from my knee to your crotch. " She looked him straight in the eye then went to sit on the sofa.

Johnny always thought conflict with women was such a turn off, but she was turning him on; the way her brows furrowed and made her brown eyes brighten with passion, and the way her full lips seem to poke out at him when she talked, or the way ass swayed when she walked away, or maybe when her boobs bounced when she plopped on the couch.

He pounced on her like a predator on its prey. "You say that but can you take my crotch on that hot waiting pussy? Can you?" He held her arms above her head grinding his hardness against her covered snatch once again. Thoughts of their session earlier swam around in her mind again. He began kissing on her neck. She could not get words out. She felt his cock on her, she wanted him in her. No time for thoughts it had to happen.

"Fuck me." She said as she looked into his eyes.

Nesca wrapped her legs around his waist, kept on moving her body. Her movements were so intense that he had to stop her before he embarrassed himself.

"Slow down, we've got time. Come here." he directed her to straddle him.

She complied. He took off her shirt to expose her chocolate breasts. "These are what you've been hiding!" he said, squeezing his face between them. With that, he was fully erect.

"Maybe we should stop." Nesca uttered barely above a whisper looking away.

"What was that?" He said as squeezed her ass.

"I said I want to stop." She said getting off of him.

When she tried to grab the shirt he quickly snatched it.

"Take it. I have plenty more where that came from." She walked off toward her bedroom.

"What's the problem?" He said stopping her mid-stride. "Literally seconds ago you wanted me to fuck you, now you're going all prude."

"I'm just-I just have a lot of homework to do and I'm really tired." She lied

"Alright, I'll be right here. I came to help and check up on you didn't I." He smacked her ass.

"Stubborn ass. Whatever, let me get changed" referring to her wet underwear.

"Oh, I'll watch." He said walking toward the bedroom getting a door in the face.

"No. I'm gonna come, give me a min." She yelled from behind the door.

"That's what I'm afraid of." He said to himself.



Refined Adjustments Ch. 04



When she came into the living room, Johnny, remembering the manly voice he had heard earlier, asked her calmly, "So are you going to tell me this time who was that, without all the sass you were giving me before?"

"You shouldn't have yelled at me, then. If you hadn't been so rude I would have told you the first time. He is a friend, a dear friend, without all the sass," she said, playing with her earlobe. They sat silent on the couch for a time, until finally, he spoke.

"You're quirky, Nesca. You're unpredictable, which is truthfully why I was surprised and happy that you obliged to my actions. You're not like all these other women throwing themselves at me every chance they get." 

"It's probably because they can get your attention without trying," she said, looking away, exposing her insecurities.

"Don't do that!" He glanced at her, taken by her beauty, but aware of her frequent mood changes.

"Do what?" she asked uneasily.

He pulled her to him. "You keep talking like you aren't very sure of yourself. You can't let your insecurities take over your life. You certainly have enough confidence when someone says something you don't like, then you are shy at other times. It's sexy when you talk with poise. but I know all that poise is only a front."

"Excuse me! How would you know I'm insecure or anything about who I am, Mr. Know-it-all?

"You always get defensive. Look at the way your arms are crossed," he said, pointing

"What, no I don't. I, I, I'm not a microbe, so you can stop analyzing me, professor."

"What can I say, it's my job." He drew her back into his embrace. "I like the chase and you give me a hell of a run." He paused; she waited for him to continue.

"It takes a real man to cherish a body like yours," he said. "I may sound sometimes like I am only tryin' to get in your pants, but I only know I like you and want you to be mine."

Nesca tensed, hearing such words of affection from the lips of a man who knew so little about her. "Would my disorder get in the way of a relationship again?" she asked herself. 'Should I tell him? He is nice, handsome, and not a freak . What if it happens again? What if my problems get in the way again? No I'm good, I got this. I have nothing to worry about. I just need to make a few adjustments," she told herself.

"Don't leave me hanging here," Johnny said, pulling her head out the clouds "What do you say?"

"Of course, I would love to be your girlfriend, Mr. Johnny Giovanni." She leaned to kiss him.

As they kissed deeply she straddled his legs once more, rolling her hips to make Johnny groan "Don't fuck with my emotions. You gonna do this thing or not?"

"You're getting what you want, this time," she said, hanging on his neck. He wanted to rip her clothes off and start right then, but he waited, needed their lovemaking to last. Forever, if possible.

He lifted her and carried her into the bedroom. She wrapped her legs around his waist, continuing to kiss him. She tensed when her back touched the bed. He noticed her stiffness.

"Are you okay?" Johnny asked lying between her legs, running his hand softly up her thigh.

"Yeah, so let's get this over," she said.

"You're hesitating." He said simply. "If you don't want to do it, then we don't have to," he said, getting off her.

"No!" She said clinging to his muscular arms. Nesca sat up, wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, and kissed him. She took her shirt off and threw it. He went for her shorts and yanked them off.

He steadied himself to remove his shirt then his pants, but left his boxer briefs on. She smiled as she saw the immense bulge, thinking how much that huge piece of meat would stretch her. Her legs immediately clamped together.

"What did I say about keeping my work from me?" He voiced sensually. He forced her legs open, ripped off her panties with one sure hand and began to stroke his cock, using his other hand to roll a condom onto his huge dick.

Johnny's face descended then, his lips and tongue and teeth working from her navel to her mound and then her slit; she clamped her thighs around his head. He loved the feel of her thighs wrapped around his head, saw himself as a willing prisoner of her loins. He loved the taste of her sweet juices as he licked and sucked her, the hot female smell of her, the way her pussy bloomed for him, her thighs tensing around his head, made him so hard he had to stop. She whimpered at his withdrawal; he loved the desolate sound of it. He positioned his cock at her opening, looking down at her voluptuous, breasts restricted only by a simple black bra.

"Oh Nessie, let me take you there, " he said, kissing her lips, wrapping an arm around her waist to confine her, tossing his boxers carelessly to the floor and shoving his hot heavy cock into her wetness.

Nesca, so tight Johnny could barely push through, was struck by raw, pleasurable pain as he rammed harder. She scratched at his back, mewling like a cat in heat. Her earsplitting cries filled the room as he plunged deeper into her. Johnny looked in her eyes, held her gaze as he plunged deeper yet.

She felt the excruciating stretching and throbbing of her pussy, as he shoved in farther.

"Well, let's do this thing right." he said passionately, kissing her, removing her bra. Nesca kept her hold on Johnny as he pulled out his cock to gently rub its tip on her clit. She quivered, moaning. He clutched her waist, kissed her, and slammed into her again. Her screams shrank to moans as her pussy snugged his member. His slow movements left her wanting; she started her own rhythm.

"Eager aren't we?" he said, stopping. "Slow down, we have all night."

He kissed her passionately, slowly stroking into her now soaked pussy, increasing speed with each stroke, whispering little dirty things to her. She threw back her head, surrendering to the orgasm that came to sweep her away.

"Fuck me Johnny, Yes!" She shook violently, screaming his name over and over as the wave of another orgasm crashed over her.

He loved watching her come, quaking under him, screaming his name, looking beautiful without trying; she made him want to bust his load right then.

Johnny rolled over, pulled her atop him., "Ride me." He commanded, "ride my cock!"

She did exactly that. "Fuck!" Nesca said, mounting him, sliding roughly down, his full length.

Her pussy squeezed his long thick cock. She rode him slowly. He loved watching her, her luscious breasts bouncing, her nearly hairless mound swallowing his dick; but what sent him over was her ass bouncing on his balls. He pumped everything he had up into her. Her moans complimented his grunts as they came together. She collapsed on his chest and fell asleep there.

Aware of how relaxed she had become, he moved her to the bed to sleep. He walked back to her room, grabbed his underwear off the floor, and got into bed. He kissed her softly as she drifted off to sleep.

* * *

"WH-What" Nesca said, waking to a loud knock. She looked around, saw Mr. Sexy under the covers, his boxers bulging, saw the spot of blood on her sheets; replayed the night they had spent together. Her motions, or perhaps the pounding on the door, woke him.

"What's happening?" he spoke, already sporting a smile. A ray of sunlight shimmered on his skin.

"Wow. This man even wakes up beautifully," she said to herself. A louder knock sounded at the door. "The door, let me see whose here." she said pulling on her large t-shirt from the night before, grasping at herself from the pain she still felt between her legs.

As she slowly went to answer the door, it was rattled by a third forceful knock. Rome.

"What are you doing here Rome?" she said, stepping into the front room. She attempted to close the door behind her, but Johnny forced it open.

"Coach?" Jerome said shocked and angry to see his old high school coach, wearing only boxers, in Nesca's apartment. 

"Watson, old number twenty-four, how long has it been?" Johnny greeted his former student with a handshake and brief hug.

"Three, almost four years now." Jerome said, pulling uncomfortably away from the embrace of a nearly naked man.

"Wow, that long? How did that basketball scholarship go?"

"Good. It was a lot of help, I'm a businessman now." He said, a bit arrogant.

"Well since I'm the one who's left out of this little reunion, I'll just be going back to bed." Nesca said, interrupting the conversation, earning a glare from both men, yet walking away.

"Nesca, come here." Jerome called. He walked pass Johnny and took her hand. "Don't do that. Remember, you have to talk about it."

She turned, tears rolling down her face but then huge phony smile flashed across her face. "Both of you leave my apartment before I call the cops." She said through gritted teeth.

"What?" Johnny questioned, baffled at her sudden mood change.

"Just go. She will actually call the cops," Rome told Johnny.

"I said 'both' of you," she said. She disappeared into her bedroom for a few moments, returning with her arms full of Johnny's clothing.

"Here," she yelled, tossing them at him.

"Well it's about that time." Jerome said, turning to leave, seeing the drama boiling up between the two.

Johnny turned toward Nesca, preparing to talk sense with her, and got a face full of bundled up clothes. He looked down and saw his clothes at his feet.

"What's wrong with you? I didn't say one thing wrong. Why do you want to throw me out?" he screamed at her.

"Out!" She screamed, turned, stormed into her room and locked the door behind her.

Johnny walked inside and closed the front door behind him. He turned to open her bedroom door only to find it locked.

"Open the door, Nesca," he said.

"I told you to get out. Leave NOW!" she screamed through the door.!"

Johnny dressed and left. Outside, he saw Rome standing next to a black Maserati Grand Turismo.

"So you're the reason she was acting up last night?" Rome said, laughing but serious, knowing how shallow this man was.

"No Watson, it's not like that. She's not a here and there type of chick, like you've seen. I don't know why she's acting all fucking crazy."

"Hey, that's my friend so watch your mouth when you're talking about her." Rome said in his New York accent.

"Yeah well your friend is my girlfriend," Johnny said, balling his fists.

"Let's see if she still feels that way later." Rome scoffed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Johnny questioned,

"You really don't know do you?" Jerome said, looking at Johnny, crossing his arms. "Well maybe you will never find out but she has her reasons. I'm just surprised I was caught in the crossfire."

"Okay, you brought it up, tell me, what don't I know?" He asked calmly looking for answers.

"Sorry. It's not my place to tell you. If you want to know what's up, you have to find out from the source herself."

"What." He said as he turned to his car.

"Let me tell you this, and hear me loud and clear," Rome said, getting in Johnny's face. Even though he was two inches shorter, he made his point. "You fuck up her life; I'm going to fuck up yours. I've made that girl as happy as I could. Mess that up and you will have to deal with me. You got that?"

"How could I fuck it up when I don't know anything about her life? Whatever, I'm out," He said. He was playing it easy, but inside, he wanted to go back, to scream at Nesca for being so secretive.

Jerome watched as Johnny backed his car and left. He went back to check on her.

"Shorty, come out here."

She ambled casually from her bedroom. For some reason, she could never deny that seeing Rome was comforting. She could never say no to him, that's one reason why he was always around.

Maybe it was because he had paid for her apartment and given her everything she ever wanted, or that he would force her to take it ever since her "incident". He had wanted to buy her a house, but she said it would be too big for someone who would be by herself most of the time.

Jerome was a ladies man, always had women, but was a fool when it came to Nesca. She had been there when he had nothing. Nesca was his everything but he kept his feelings for her to himself.

"What's wrong Shorty?" He said taking his blazer off and laying it on the arm of the chair.

"Rome, I want to leave." She said, plopping down on the couch.

"Where to, anywhere you want to go I'll send you." He said, taking a seat next to her.

"Let's go to Orlando, I want to have fun, get my mind off things." She said eagerly.

"Shorty, you know I can't go. How about I get your sister to go? I got it; I will invite some of yours and my family to go."

"No. My mom would stress me out, constantly urging me to move back home, and you know how the last situation ended." She looked up at him.

Her family wasn't okay with her valuing her job above family, choosing to live in her tiny apartment, choosing her freedom over the family bond, freedom from them, especially her dad, Lester Omorose. Who had been quite famous in every town they had visited, later she found out why. Alone or not, separated from family, but Jerome was there for her, had always been.

"Well get dressed, you're going shopping today," he said getting his jacket

"I have enough clothes Rome. Never mind, can we just stay in?"

"Of course you have," He looked at his Tourbillon, "half an hour till I must get back to work."

She grabbed the TV remote. After a couple minutes of silence she spoke. "So he was your coach?" she asked as she looked at the screen. "The one who lives down by the beach, the bachelor. That's him?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"You know I fell for that stupid act. 'I want you to be mine.' Yeah right!" she scoffed.

Jerome knew Johnny, knew commitment had not been the coach's high point. So coach was serious with Nesca," Jerome thought, loving this woman he calls "friend". Seeing her angry was something he hadn't seen in months. Her happiness was all he wanted after the "incident".

"Did you do anything with him Nesca?" he said steadily.

"Why?" she said a little on edge.

"This guy's last commitment was when he was twelve. Please tell me you didn't do anything."

"I did, so what. Did you forget my commitment issue? I really don't care for a relationship."

"Yeah but he usually gets it in and leaves." He said staring at her hoping she got the point.

"Wait, so..." She said pausing giving it some thought, she stood and started pacing. It finally sunk in. "He was serious. He wanted me, for-"

"Sex," He said, finishing her statement in a way she hadn't intended. "Yeah he is an asshole, but I'm pretty sure he wasn't lying about wanting you to be his. Plus, he wouldn't dare try anything while I'm around."

"What did you say to him?" she said, narrowing her eyes, walking towards him.

"You're my Shorty, I have to protect you, you know that." He chuckled. "Wait don't you have to go to class?"

She grabbed his wrist and looked at the watch. "Shit!" She had forty-five minutes to get to Johnny's class. "Yeah let me get washed up," she said, running for the bathroom.



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"Maybe you should stay home Nesca. I mean, what's the point of rushing?" Rome said as she came out of the bedroom with one shoe on her foot, looking for something in frenzy. "It's not like he doesn't have another class to. . ."

"I am not rushing." She said, spotting the other shoe, quickly snatching it. "And I can take myself to class. I am not a child Jerome."

She sat to put on the other shoe, stood to examine her outfit, a plain white shirt and blue knickerbockers snugged her body. Blue and white high-tops with silver trim adorned her feet. She looked at Jerome, at the concerned look on his face.

"I'll be fine Rome. Trust me, there's nothing to worry about," she said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Just, be careful, alright shorty," he said. "Talk to you later." He leaned to kiss her forehead, turned slowly and left.

Nesca pulled into a parking spot on the college campus, dashed into the building and took the first vacant seat in her classroom. Johnny walked in a minute later, noticed her, but continued to his desk.

"Good morning class." He put his books and folder on the desk.

"Why does he look so... relaxed?" she thought. "Why isn't he more upset about my throwing him out?"

"Your homework will seem more, difficult." He shot Nesca a meaningful stare before continuing. "But if you take the time eventually you will see how easy it can be.

"What the. .? Is he trying to say I'm easy?" she thought.

She felt a bolt of hurt strike her heart. Tears sprung to her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. Nesca wanted to run home to cry herself to sleep, but decided to stick it out rather than bring attention to herself.

She listened to the lecture, waiting until after class was dismissed. After everyone left, she sat and waited for him to approach.

Nesca watched his every move. He wore black slacks and white dress shirt that made his burly arms look forceful. He looked so loose and casual, so confident. She stood, mimicked his stance, uncontrollable violence flared up in her. She slapped him across the face with all her strength.

"So I'm easy now?" she said gnashing her teeth. He struggled to regain his composure.

"WH-, what are you talking about?" he said, holding his red hot cheek, trying to keep his voice down, remembering where they were. She raised her hand to him again, threatening.

"Oh, so you want to play stupid now. Don't think I didn't notice that look you gave me." She spoke unsurely, tears flowing. "You think I'm easy Johnny, huh? YOU THINK I'M FU. . . "

Johnny quickly covered her mouth, glanced towards the door before turning to look again in her eyes.

"Now why would I think that?" he said, releasing her. She shot him a daring stare.

"You're referring to my lecture, I believe. I was speaking to the class, but it certainly applies to you." Johnny thought for a second to recall what he had said. "Oh. Okay, I see how you might misinterpret what I said, but really Nesca, this is my work, my life. This must be kept separate from "us" as a couple. But, I was talking about being difficult, Nesca. And that if we take our time to figure things out, life, like homework, can be easy." He said, reaching tenderly to wipe the stream of tears from her cheeks.

Johnny looked into her eyes with an intense and stimulating stare until she tore her eyes away. "I wouldn't talk like that to you, calling you easy, for one thing. I wouldn't want to incite you to violence, but I guess it's too late for that." He said holding his jaw, chuckling "You got me good."

"Whatever. It was not that hard." She sniffled, crossing her arms like a toddler, attempting to keep her distance, but he wasn't having that.

Johnny pulled her to his hard chest, stooping to kiss her cheek and down her neck. She tried to hide her gratification, but he knew exactly where to kiss to ease her nerves and excite her. She began to respond instantly, eagerly.

"You're my girlfriend now, can you please start acting like it," he said against her neck. He kissed her again and again, and then turned her to face him holding her arms against her body.

"Would you care to tell me what happened earlier, why you got all... zany. One minute you're fine and then the next thing I know, I get a heap of clothes in my face, you act all crazy and then, baffled , as indeed, I still am, I get thrown, tossed to the curb like trash."

"Really, zany?" She questioned, laughing, purposely ignoring his question.

"Yes really, but seriously, you sure everything's all right?" he asked, concerned, loosening his hold, stroking her arms.

"I can't just put it in plain words like that Johnny." She replied lightheartedly, now tensing again at his sentimental touch.

"That's all right, I can understand if you can't right now. I told you last night and I'll say it again. I like you. A lot more than you think," He said interlacing her fingers with his.

"Yeah, well... I'm still mad at you." Nesca said pulling away to finally get some distance between them.

"For what?" he said, throwing back his head and putting his hands on his head, a wild expression on his face.

"I gotta go," she said, peeking at the clock, ignoring his reaction. "I got to be somewhere in a couple minutes."

"Okay. Well, call me... for real this time, Nesca." He replied seriously then sat in the seat behind her and pulled her to him. "Friday, I'll be picking you up at... eight."

"Is that a date Professor?" She said turning around, raising her brow.

"Yes, it is Ms. Omorose. Now give me something to think about till then." he said, pulling her to stand against him, his legs spread wide as if to capture her, kissing her deeply. She returned the kiss passionately, running her fingers through his fine hair, messing it. She used her tongue then, moaning into his mouth as he groaned with pleasure. Her hand, at the nape of his neck, drew his mouth tight against hers. His hands grasped the twin globes of her shapely ass pulling her against his rising need.

Nesca kissed from his mouth to his cheek, then down the base of his neck, licking little wet spots, then blowing on them. She didn't stop until she felt his cock, long and hard, even through their clothing. She eased from his embrace. He stood and whispered in her ear "Damn! I said. . ."

"Do not even finish that statement." She said, cutting him off, laughing.

"I'm joking. Well... maybe." He said pulling her back into his arms.

"Talk to you later, Johnny," she said. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. She was about to leave when he pulled her against him once more, held her by her ass.

"Baby, why are you tormenting me with all of this?" he said teasingly, kissing her neck, getting back to what he had started, grinding his sex against hers.

Nesca moaned softly as his mouth moved on her sensitive spot. His movements grew intense. She knew he would have her, take her, on every surface in the room if she didn't leave that moment.

"You have a class to teach professor." She tapped his chest, signaling to be released. After a moment, he reluctantly complied. "I'll call you. I Promise."

Again, she pecked his cheek, but this time she walked out. Looking back over her shoulder, she could plainly see the outline of his stiff manhood.

FRIDAY

Nesca walked through tall black aluminum barbed wire gates, the gates she had promised herself never to pass again. But here she was. As she passed the security guards, she murmured a quick hello, pausing to hug one in particular, Joseph. She passed huge double doors that whispered closed behind her. Nesca pushed through cherry wood doors into the office. "It took me some time but I finally figured it was you." She said putting down her purse on the chair.

"Is that my Nessie?" He said, turning to face her. "How are you doing, baby?"

"Reggie I'm not here to play your little games." she said. "You were at my apartment the other night. I recognized your smell... that cheap home made after shave you wear. And you went in my bathroom to get yourself a little peek at my private things."

She put on a malicious face so he would know how she felt. "I'm - warning - you," she said, moving closer with each word. "Stay -- far - away - from - me. You really wouldn't want me to pull out my little peacemaker, now would you? I didn't think so." She ended with a faux smile.

Reggie stood, moved from behind the desk, stood before her, towering over her by a foot, trying to intimidate her with his size, his charm, his beauty. He was a smooth shade of mocha, with salt and pepper hair. Though a bit older than most men Nesca knew, he knew how to bed women at the snap of his fingers.

He tried, though he didn't have to. Women swarmed him. Maybe it was his charm, his model's figure, or those light brown eyes that pulled them all in, including Nesca.

He was a wealthy businessman who had never taken no for an answer, but there was something about Nesca that made him crazy. When Reggie had first seen her couple of years back, he knew she was to be his. He talked his smooth talk, tried to buy her affection with things every woman dreamed of, but Nesca had never accepted any of his lavish gifts.

He had always tried to find some way to get to her mind. She knew his game and had denied him again and again. He never had stopped trying to get her.

"Excuse me Nessie if I care a-"

"Don't you dare call me that name," she interrupted him. "I came here to tell you I know what you're up to, but you can stop, just stay the hell out of my life. You never will have me Reggie."

"Really, never?" he chuckled. "You always were a tough one."

"You knew what you were doing, saying to yourself, 'Oh she'll do'. Then you come around acting like I was the only one. You knew what we had was nothing and would never have been." She gave a humorless laugh "You're just a low down dirty piece of crap, you know that?"

"Wow I am shocked that you would think such a thing of me. That's not. . ."

"Not what? Go ahead," she yelled, but he stayed silent. "You can't even admit to anything you've caused. If it wasn't for Joey standing outside the door that night, you wouldn't be enjoying life right now. Then you hired Rome so you could keep your eyes lurking, like you were actually trying to keep eyes on him when in reality, it was your way of stalking me. Bet you thought I didn't notice those guys following me and all the 'sudden' money from this little scam you call a business go into my accounts." She referred to his office.

"I never doubted you did. You're a smart girl." He replied.

"Jerome helped me when I was recovering from all the pain I had gone through. Because of whom? You know how to take every little thing from me, don't you, Reggie? Let me tell you this, I still have a heart, but push me and it will turn to ice. And when it does, I'll use icicles to pierce your bloodless heart," she said, struggling to keep her composure.

"You really don't get it, do you? I will always have you, Nessie." he said flipping his head arrogantly, moving between her and the door.

His words set her off, she saw red. She went straight for his face; he caught her fist. In an instant she had struck his side twice with her other fist. He didn't respond or flinch, merely looked disturbed. He looked into her eyes, held her gaze. His eyes became clear; he noticed her change.

"Who was it? Was it Jerome? " he said, gripping her fist tightly.

"Get off of me!" She said, yanking her arm away from him "You better stay the hell away from me." Nesca grabbed her purse and headed for the door. He stood stationary.

"Who took what was mine, Nesca?" he said with a killing glare.

"Excuse me. I have to go. I have somewhere important to be. Now, get out of my way." She said reaching for a door knob behind him. He didn't budge.

"I don't give a damn where you have to be right now Nesca." He began bellowing. "You let someone take what I've been working for! All of those flowers, cars and even more luxury gifts, I was supposed to be your first. You're gonna tell me right now who took it or I swear I'll. . . "

A ring came from his desk phone. Both their eyes fell on the phone, but Reggie went for the phone and put it on hold, never releasing the killing gaze he had on her.

"You're lucky I got an important meeting in a few minutes." He said, sobering from his building rage.

"Fuck you, Reggie!" she said walking out.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy the pleasure of doing so... now." he called out.

She left the office, said goodbye to the guards and headed on her way.

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Nesca had a couple hours until her little date, so, deciding to get dolled up, so she drove to the beauty salon. As she parked, a black BMW pulled up next to her white Chevy Malibu.

"Who might that be?" Rome said rolling down his window.

"Jerome!" she said, relieved, putting a hand over her heart. "You really need to stop popping up like that in all these different cars. Almost gave me a heart attack."

"Yeah, well I was just going to bring this car to Reggie's shop when I saw you pulled in here. You okay?" he said, leaving his car and approaching her. . "Is everything with Johnny, I mean-" he gestured "you know, okay, now?"

"Yeah, it's all right." she replied. There was a short silence. "What did you say to him Jerome?"

"I didn't say anyth. . . "

"Tell me the truth Rome," she demanded, cutting him off, looking him in the eye, "did you tell him about. You know, it?"

"No... but I might have warned him a bit," he said, cringing, waiting for the outburst he knew was coming.

"Jerome! What in the world is wrong with you? It's not your business to tell him." She hollered at him.

"I didn't tell him, Nesca," he grabbed her shoulders. "I might have hinted, but I didn't know that he didn't know anything. When I heard him say that you were his girlfriend and he was at the apartment wearing next to nothing, I thought he knew. Do you think it is fair not to tell him?

"What! Oh my god, Rome."

That's probably why he needs to talk." She said to herself.

"Thanks, Jerome. Thanks a lot." She said sarcastically flashing a smile as she punched his arm.

His phone rang. He walked away to answer. "Yeah boss. Ok. I got it. Yeah, I got it." He hung up the phone, and then walked back to his friend.

Nesca gave him a look that read: "be careful."

"It's okay. I'm just making plans for run by Reggie for tonight alright. I promise you." He held up his pinky finger; she wrapped her pinky around his then they gave each other hugs and parted ways.

"Oh and Rome," He paused and looked her way. "Don't get involved again." She said, smiled and walked away.

Jerome shook his head in dismay as he drove away.

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When Nesca left the salon, her confidence was at its ultimate. Her hair now fell in loose curls past her shoulders; she felt as if she owned the night.

At home, passing her bedroom, she remembered her sheets needed changing. She went to the closet to get fresh sheets, but when she reached for the top shelf, she felt a sharp pain in her wrist. Ignoring the twinge, she proceeded to make the bed.

But the pain from the blow to Reggie's rib remained in the center of her wrist. She figured it would go away with some warmth so she jumped in the shower.

As the water sprinkled down on her, she couldn't stop thinking about Johnny, about what they had done together. Her pussy began to get wet again. Her hand slipped down to her sex. Masturbation had been a sporadic event for her, but she had much erogenous stimulation. Like the thought of Johnny's huge prick entering her, filling her, made her fluids flow.

She went straight for her clit, not bothering to control or contain the raging orgasm approaching. Her mind wrapped around his thick large cock how she had been rent by it. Her moans grew louder, longer; she approached a second orgasm. After three more hard hitting orgasms, She had to give her clit a rest so she could get ready for her date. Sated, she finished showering.

"I am going out with Mr. Sexy." She sang, dancing, as she laid her clothes out on the new bed spread. Nesca caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full length mirror. She visualized Johnny behind her, caressing her curves with his large white hands, kissing down her neck, and his hard maleness pressing against her. She still couldn't believe that this hot sexy man was hers. She saw the time, 7:30; hurried to dress. She chose a hot black dress that hugged her body and showed every womanly curve. The deep v in the dress revealed enough cleavage to incite interest, but left much to the imagination. The sleeves stopped below her elbows and the dress stopped at her knees. Wanting to add a bit more sexiness, she added sexy black studded pumps.

She looked at herself in the mirror once more before a knock came at the door. She checked to see who it was then opened the door.

"Hey beau..." he lingered. "tiful"

Johnny stood captivated by her loveliness, lost in his thoughts. "Look at that glow and those curves. I should take her right here on the floor. . ."

"Hellooo," she said, pulling him out of his naughty mind "Are those for Moi?" She asked delightedly indicating the roses in his hands.

"No, they're for your bed. I had such a good time on it the other night." He said sarcastically as he gave her the flowers.

"Ha ha." She said in the same tone then gave him a peck on the lips. The heels gave her a little advantage, but he still had to stoop.

"Beauty for beauty."

"You are so..."

"Sweet"

"No, corny." She laughed, but he kept a serious face, then she sobered up quick. "Ahem, Thanks. They are beautiful. Let me put them water." She said then headed to the kitchen with the beautiful bouquet. "Come in." He closed the door behind him.

Johnny watched her voluptuous ass sway into the kitchen, imagining his hands, his mouth there. His large cock responded immediately. He thought to look away, to alleviate the tension, but decided hard was good.

"You look really handsome, Johnny," she said. Turning from the kitchen counter, she caught his eyes staring at her ass. She, in turn, examined his lean hard body, including the distinct outline on the front of his trousers.

Johnny wore an all-black suit, tailored to accentuate his powerful arms and chest. His hair had been cut short from his usual slicked back look. "Damn it if he doesn't look like he is about to pose for a photo-shoot," she thought.

"Thanks, but you look. . ." he paused, examining her from head to toe. His eyes met hers once more. "Wow. I can't take my eyes off. I mean, look at that thing," he said, walking around the counter like a creep, his eyes and hands on her butt.

"Stop it." She said, smacking his hands away with her free one, still feeling the pain in her wrist.

"I'm just messing with you. You look gorgeous," he said, pulling her hard against his chest, kissing her cheek.

"You told me that already. So where are we going tonight?" she asked, turning to look up at him, plopping the roses into a vase.

"It's a surprise, something that will have you floating on clouds for months. So, may I accompany you to the fine establishment?" he asked, extending his elbow.

"Yes you may." She grabbed her clutch from the counter, locked her apartment, and walked to his car.

In the car, they continued a debate they had begun in the phone the night before about technicality and differences between men and women. In no time, they were laughing and enjoying the drive to their destination.

"How is my car bad?" Johnny asked giving her a quick look before he continued driving.

"Your car isn't bad, but I'm just saying, it's typical," she said, looking at the side of his face, noticing his expanding boyish grin.

"What?" he said, glancing over, then back to the road.




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"I walk out, expecting an eye-catching extravagant car and what do I see? A typical man's car."

"Really," He said as he held her injured hand with his free one. "Enlighten me."

Once again her wrist shot with pain, but she quickly covered, not wanting Johnny to notice.

"Well, mainly cars like yours. Usually reckless sports cars, huge gargantuan monster trucks or SUV's with prodigious fronts. I think that men adore the feeling of being behind an eight cylinder monster that can easily pass other cars and put fear in the hearts of those who come near." She explained theatrically.

"Yeah well, great performance, but you know that saying that men adore the big and reckless cars is ridiculous," he said, turning and grasping the passenger seat as he backed into a parking space. "Technically, women are the same way and have your explanation as a reason. The only reason behind men getting fast cars is to gain women's attention."

"So why did you buy a Chevy Camaro SS, which is also known as sports car?" She asked, raising one brow at him. There was a brief silence.

"My reason is a completely different reason from my explanation."

They laughed as Johnny switched off the engine. He opened the door for her, again checking out the luscious view of her behind; absorbing it. Until she interrupted him once again.

"Wait, the beach? Are we at your place?" she asked, looking at him as he closed her door.

"How'd you know?"

"Jerome." She said looking back at him.

"Yes, but dinner is over there." He said as he took her hand and pointed to the restaurant at the top floor of the building that was a great distance from where they stood.

"Giovanni's" she said as she read the lighted sign. "Don't tell me y-you own this 'fine' establishment." She stammered.

"It's a family business, my uncle owns it." He said happily.

She stood petrified, still as a statue.

"Don't worry. It's just family." He said, putting his arm around her waist and leading her inside.

In the lobby, Nesca felt as if she would faint from anxiety. She tried to keep calm because she knew that she would act on impulse if she got too anxious: she zoned out and began to daydream.

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By the time they reached the elevator Nesca was all over Johnny.

"Whoa, Nesca, are you alright?"

"Sure, why?" She asked smoothing her good hand from his chest down to his crotch and gave it a jerk.

Johnny led her into the empty elevator. When the doors closed Nesca kissed him deeply and began to unbuckle his belt.

Johnny lifted her up against the wall and put her legs around him then said "You have to wait until we're alone Nesca." He raised her dress, slid her panties to the side and began playing with her clit with one hand, while he kissed that sensitive spot on her neck as she hung from his shoulders and held her by the waist with his arm.

"Ooh y-, it feels so g. . ." She moaned, trying to get her words out.

"Just cum, baby, you're almost there." He said as he pushed two fingers into her and did so quickly that her body began to quiver as she called out his name over and over.

...

*Ding* The sound of the elevator doors opening dispelled the remnants of her daydream. She blushed, the infusion of color turning her skin a luscious cocoa.

She and Johnny walked out into the twenty-fifth floor restaurant where they were warmly greeted by the host.

"Wow, Johnny really went all out," she thought.

All eyes in the crowded restaurant were on them as they made their way to their table. She was amazed by the richness and beauty of the place. At their table, her eyes sparkled with delight. All was sparkling silver and creamy linen. A bottle she supposed was champagne, sat in a silver ice bucket, small candles flickered golden on a crystal vase filled with long stemmed roses.

He pulled out her chair and kissed her cheek as she sat.

"I hope you like this," he told her, "because I've got the whole weekend planned." He reached to tenderly touch her hand.

"Oh, so you're kidnapping me now." She entwined her fingers in his, She could feel his heat, his need in his fingers. "Worse than stalking." She laughed.

"Very funny" he said kissing the back of her hand. "Choose anything you'd like."

She gazed thoughtfully at her menu, looking over the familiar items. "So you are Italian." She said, since his family owned the restaurant, and most items on the menu were Italian.

"Yeah, you couldn't tell." He said, chest swelling, fiddling with his tie.

She rolled her eyes at him. She tried to free her hand to hold the menu, but he held firm, running his thumb smoothly over the back of her hand. His dark eyes caught hers. "Ness, you affect me in a way I can't explain. I like playing with you. . . in every way," he added, smiling.

"So, what do you have planned for 'us' this weekend?" she asked, paying no mind to his last comment, pretending to concentrate on the menu.

"You'll see, in due time," he said sitting back, watching her face as she explored the menu. She seemed a bit overwhelmed.

The waiter, tall and swarthy, broad chested and handsome, his black hair gathered into a ponytail, looked like a mythical Roman god. Something about him looked familiar.

"Nipote, questa ragazza è mio e qui rimanere, capire." Then he turned to her, "and what would you like babe?" Johnny asked Nesca

"Um, well I can't make up my mind. You know it better than I do." she replied to Johnny, you choose for me."

"You're not allergic to anything right."

She shook her head. He smiled at her and said something in Italian to the waiter and smiled again, noticing her attention on the waiter.

She looked back and forth at the two men. They really favored one another in hair and height and smooth, even features. As the waiter left, she questioned Johnny. "Was that your son?"

"What, no. That's my nephew." He said pouring the contents of the chilled bottle into their glasses "Hope you don't mind cider. I know you're underage."

"I know, you don't have to tease. Being thirty must be fun."

Their plates arrived a few minutes later and her attention was fixed for a time on the delicious repast.

As they ate, they talked and talked, getting acquainted with each other. Nesca discovered that Johnny was the middle child of three, having an older brother and younger sister. He had been the head basketball coach and a teacher at the high school Jerome attended, but after a couple of years he decided to spend a few years with his parents in Italy. She also found, that even though he hadn't been born in Italy, he spoke the language as if he were a native.

Nesca mentioned her family and a few of her favorite hobbies. She told him she was studying to be a chemist, which was why she didn't belong in his English literature class.

"I'm glad I took the class though. Or I wouldn't have met the famous 'Johnny Giovanni'," she said. Her gaze drifted to her hand. She became alarmed at the swelling in her wrist

He smiled at her, happy that her mood was considerably warmer than it had been earlier that week.

"You know, I used to play a little basketball myself." She said, quickly looking up from her wrist.

"Really," he replied, less surprised than she expected. "We'll see." They finished in silence, sipping on sweet espresso.

They held each other close as they strolled toward the beach, their hips bumping affectionately. He loosened his tie; she held him for support while Johnny stood in the sand, shoes and socks removed, to take off her heels. He lifted her as he saw her legs were about to give in.

"Why wear those shoes if they hurt?" he asked.

"These heels are really cute." She attempted to take her heels off with her injured hand but failed so she continued with her other hand. "And they don't hurt, I just... I had a long day. I can walk fine so can you put me down?" He complied. "Thank you" she said, back on her feet.

Johnny put his arm around her as they walked down the beach, shoes in hand, moonlight guiding their path, casting a silver ribbon across the sea.

He slipped his jacket over her shoulders. "So you're a bachelor." She said wriggling her arms through the sleeves.

"Was" he corrected "I think something's giving me a change of heart.

There was an awkward stillness before he spoke again.

"I know that I like you, Nesca, a lot. It has been a while since I admitted to such feelings for a woman, but I really do mean it."

"Well, I can't say I don't believe you. You stuck out through one of my psycho acts."

"There's a reason for everything." He said looking out to the vastness of the sea, hypnotized by the sparkling waves.

"Yeah well if you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to stay a bachelor?" She didn't realize what she had asked until it was too late. Then he began.

"Around sophomore year in high school, I wasn't much of a 'chick magnet'. I was always trying to be up with all the latest fads in clothing and music to get girls to notice me. I was a fool for the girls. But every girl turned me down flat. Literally, they would say no before I even asked."

Nesca snickered.

"I'm glad you find my humiliation so amusing."

"I'm sorry. You know I mean well, Johnny," she said, cuddling into his arm.

"Well, around the time I got into the most of the junior varsity teams, and was doing pretty well in every team, that was when the girls started coming from left and right. Some moments felt so right I just wanted to keep things that way and I did. But when I saw you, I knew something about you was too good to pass up."

More quietness passed, the only sound was the gentle shush of the waves on the beach. They sat nestled together watching the waves roll in and out.

"BPD." She murmured quickly, barely above a whisper.

"What?" He turned to her in question.

"BPD. Borderline Personality Disorder." She said looking up at him. "That's what's wrong with me. Me pushing everyone away and all the craziness that comes out of nowhere. Doctors say it takes more than one analysis to diagnose it, but I guess you can say I still don't want to believe my behavior has anything to do with a diagnosed disorder. Makes it sound like I'm crazy or something"

She paused a moment then began again.

"This guy I liked a couple years back, said he wanted to employ me because of my work background. Later, I discovered he was trying to have sex with me. I mistook his attention for something more. We had talked from time to time, but nothing serious. Long story short, when I realized my love for him I found out he had a wife and kids, but that didn't stop him from pursuing me." She began tearing up.

"I went into deep depression. I thought I would never come out. One day, my actions got the better of my head, I began cutting myself. That's when Jerome found me passed out, cuts on my arm and blood everywhere. If had been a couple minutes later, I don't know what might have happened." The tears were flowing freely down her face now.

"I recovered from my incident, but from then on, I was a bitch to everyone who tried to come into my life. I isolated myself from everyone: my father, mother, my whole family, even society. The only people I now speak or listen to are my sister and Jerome because I know they understand me. They try to get me to go to therapy but every time I do, I sit outside the door in a fetal position like a true crazy person.

"So if you wonder why Jerome is around and why I act the way I do, or those sudden exits to "important appointments", it's my BPD, So feel free to dump this psychopath, leaving her to her own crazy thoughts. " tears streamed down her face as she moved to stand.

But he pulled her back to him, held her tight in his arms. They held each other for what seemed like hours. When she was coherent again, Johnny spoke.

"You don't need another diagnosis. I'm here. You let me into your life which means something." He said wiping her tears.

"No." she sniffled, trying to smile, her eyes locked on his. "Your company means everything."

He smiled at her words.

"Do you know what this means Johnny" she scanned his face as if he had a clue as to what she was saying.

"No but your happiness is good enough for me right now."

The refined adjustments began.

The couple walked off the beach, wending their way to his house. His house looked comfy and welcoming with tones of brown, beige and black. The rooms were well lit and well kept. The black bookshelves recessed in the black walls made the huge beige couch stand out. A coffee table in muted shades of brown sat in the middle of the room with two chocolate leather chairs placed on either side of the table, rounded out the picture. The room screamed, "Bachelor".

"So what happened to your wrist?" he asked out of nowhere.



Refined Adjustments Ch. 06a



"So she thinks she can just leave." Reggie said, tossing back his tenth shot of liquor. He sat in his office, pondering, replaying Nesca's words and actions. There was one lonely light on his desk, shinning on the many pictures of Nesca scattered everywhere. Not one single picture showed her looking towards the lens, which meant they were the work of one of his private investigators.

"After all I did for that little bitch. She thinks I'm not good enough. I gave her a job," he said, grabbing the bottle of scotch and pouring it into a glass, "and she treats me like I'm shit." He chuckled as he picked up the phone off the receiver.

"Well, let's see what daddy dearest says about that."

All of a sudden the door flew open. Joey, a security guard, walked in, grabbed the phone out his hand and placed it on the receiver. "I can't let you do that boss," Joey yanked the cords out of the phone. "You have worse things to worry about than her."

"Dammit Joseph, I thought I told you... not to... barge in on me. After what happened, huh," He scoffed slightly, his tongue becoming heavier with each word. Reggie tried to stand but failed, falling back in his chair.

"You're lucky I... kept your ass here." He said barely comprehensible.

"With all due respect boss, you're way too gone. I honestly thought she came here to finish what happened that night." Joey replied honestly then his eyes fell on the many pictures of Nesca on the desk. "If Omorose finds out she's even been down here again, he won't hesitate like last time. He only backed off because she was ready to slice you like bread."

Reggie sat forward angrily, as if he had not been falling over himself a couple seconds before. "Trust me, I don't care what that bastard does. And tell whichever one of the guys that took these photos to come see me."

"Yeah," Joey said walking toward the doors, then remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot. Loraine is waiting outside."

"Who," he asked as he lounged back in the chair then he felt Nesca's punch settling in on his ribs for the eighth time that night.

"Loraine, your wife, is waiting out there for you. She thought that you might need a ride or something like that."

Reggie gave a distasteful look. "Tell her I passed out on the desk or something." He said quickly waving off the idea of seeing her. "And get out of my office, I need to make a call. This Jerome kid has to get some things done."

Joey took another glance at the pictures dispersed everywhere. "You know, you might want to stay away from her, Reggie, or you'll lose more than just the business," he said more forcefully.

"Yeah, well I'm running the best of the best in this business." He smirked as Joey was already on his way out. "Just make sure whoever took these... comes back... in one piece." Reggie called out to his guard, easily returning to his state of drunkenness. 

* * *

Nesca hid her swollen wrist behind her clutch. "Nice place you have here." She said.

"Don't try to avoid the question Nesca." Johnny replied slowly peeling his jacket from her shoulders and dropping it on the sofa. "What happened to your wrist?"

"Nothing, It's just a little-- nothing." She replied nervously darting her eyes away from his challenging glare.

"Really?" he said as he carefully took her arm to examine her wrist, "so why've you been trying to hide your pain from me all night?"

I wasn't trying to- Ow!" she squeaked at the pain when he touched her wrist, then shook it off.

"Nothing, right?" he questioned.

Johnny steered her to the sofa; sat her down and began to remove her stiletto heels.

"It is nothing." She denied again, wailing in silence, holding her wrist behind his back as he bent to remove her shoes.

"I just had a little situation." She said, hoping she could steer him away from the subject. Johnny looked her in the eye. But all he saw was an empty stare he couldn't read. Annoyed, he gently but firmly took her arm, determined to examine her wrist. "Ow, ow, ow! Johnny!"

"It looks like it's just a minor sprain." Johnny said, examining her noticeably swollen wrist. "Come," he headed to the kitchen, pulling her along. "We got to reduce the swelling."

When she finally came to a stumbling stop in the kitchen, she couldn't help but notice the feel of his place change. The kitchen was warm and welcoming, as if it were where the happiness occurred.

Pots and pans hung over a functioning island that looked as if solid, home-cooked meals were prepared daily.

'Well I had to expect that.' Nesca thought, remembering he was a bachelor who ate nutritiously to keep trim.

She looked at the island, the counters. Suddenly, she found herself daydreaming about the things they could do on every surface of that kitchen.

Nesca imagined Johnny caressing her body from behind: leisurely licking and kissing up her shoulder to her neck, nibbling softly, hitting every nerve, fondling her breasts. One of his hands gradually makes its way down her dress, under the hem, then up her thigh, the other hand tweaks one hardened nipple, then the other.

So real was the fantasy that Nesca was shocked back to reality by a sudden icy sensation. "Peas?" she questioned.

"Sit down." He said as he guided her to the stool behind the counter. Nesca knew by the sound of his voice that he was about to do some serious questioning. She was a bit timorous, but also turned on by his demanding assertiveness.

"This must be specially made," she said, running her good hand across the counter top, still avoiding speaking about what had happened. But Johnny held the pack of frozen peas on her impaired wrist to grab her attention.

"This looks like some real damage." He was looking at her knuckles when he said the statement.

The way he peered at her made her tense. 'Please don't ask. Please don't.' She couldn't lie to his handsome face.

"Who'd you hit?"

"Wh-what are you talking about?" she stammered more breathy, glancing off, rubbing her earlobe between her fingers.

"Look, I know the effect of impact punches, from punching bags, walls, faces." He walked deliberately to her other side and leaned his back against the counter. "The way your knuckles are bruised and your wrist is swollen, I highly doubt it could've have been a wall or a punching bag you hit."

"Just what are you trying to say?" she snapped, but ended softly.

He shrugged his shoulders, "That you gave someone a quick shot to the ribs or jaw," he replied, demonstrating by throwing some blows through the air. "But I'm pretty sure you punched someone in the ribs. The only way you could have hurt your wrist and knuckles this way is with a twisting punch into something hard. Like this," he said, demonstrating a right hook to the ribs. He sat, moved closer to gaze into her eyes with a cool seductive look which always eased her nerves.

"So, who got in my baby's way?"

"Johnny," She looked away, kept playing with her earlobe. "It was someone who got what was coming to him."

"Oh...all right," he said, walking towards the living room, "don't tell me then."

"Wait," She said, hopping off the stool to go after him, still holding the iced peas to her injury.

He turned, and bumped into Nesca. She nearly fell, but he grabbed her, held her by the waist.

"Thanks. Um, you know the interrogation, those commanding stares and intimidating moves were very sexy to me."

"Was I sexy?" he asked, noticing a questioning look on her face. "What? Was I supposed to put you over my knee and spank it out of you?" he paused. "Actually, that might be a great idea." He smirked at her, making her laugh, but inside she was figuring how to tell him what had happened with Reggie.

One way or the other the truth was going to come out; he would make her tell. He deserved the truth. Her silence went on so long, she was afraid Johnny would draw his own conclusions.

"Nesca, you all right?" He asked, attempting to get her attention again. She took a while but when she finally looked up, he could see her expression wasn't as ebullient as he had hoped.

"Yeah, you're just so, funny." She replied distantly, looking back down at their feet.

"Nesca," he raised her face, his forefinger hooked under her chin. He slid the bag of peas from her hand. "It's all up to you Ness, you can tell me or not. When you feel right about your situation, you can tell me." Johnny pulled her close for a long warm embrace. She nodded in response and hugged him back. His intense hug was warm and gratifying, melting away her worries.

"Just so we're clear," he said, loosening his embrace. "No one's messing with you right? Because you know, I can handle that." He said, with a bit of unnecessary flexing and grunting.

"Really, what does this wrist tell you? I can handle myself, too." Nesca said holding up her wrist, amused at his actions.

"Oh yeah, I forgot, Ms. Diplomatic," he said, chuckling. She pulled away from him. "Oh come on baby, I was joking."

"With all your sarcasm, even when you are trying to be a jerk, you still sound charming." She gave him a mock glare. "But I'm serious Johnny."

"Okay, okay. I'll leave your injury problem alone... for now." He put his arm over her shoulder, guiding her through the dark hallway toward what she assumed was his bedroom.

He stopped their trek to illuminate the hallway and obtain an object from the hallway closet, then guided her into the room. The room was spacious but not at all empty. Most of the room was filled by a huge bed with a navy blue bedspread and many pillows. His tall dark dresser matched the book case in his living room. Johnny walked into view, taking a small bottle from the bedside cabinet.

"I've got painkillers." He said, still searching in the drawer while he pulled off his tie. She gave him questioning stare that he took notice to. "They're over the counter pain relievers, Nesca. Here," he said reassuringly as he walked over and put the bottle in her hand, "check for yourself."

She simply stated. "I don't really take pills."

"Well, you won't like the way that feels in the morning." He said pulling her from the waist.

She did a double take until a chord finally struck in her memory. "Oh yeah, the whole weekend situation. But I don't have a change of clothes and I have that paper due."

"You won't need a change of clothes... and the paper," He said as he lifted her up then walked over to the king size bed, where he placed her head to hit the pillows. He stared at her with that intense hungry look in his eyes.

"It's not due 'til next week. How about you make this professor happy in many ways possible, he'll probably help with that later."

"I don't think you'll be happy if I slept with another professor." She joked then saw a serious look on his face. "I'm kidding. Besides, I'm actually more worried about the clothes. My neighbors thought I was a good girl until earlier this week with you. They can't even look me in the eye when they say hi."

"I have something you can put on for the night. In the morning we can pass by your apartment or at the break of dawn if you don't want to be seen by your neighbors." Johnny suggested kissing down her neck.

"Thanks, that'd be nice" she said trying to get up but he wouldn't let her. "Could you let me up, I need to..." She lingered.

"Sure." He gave her a quick peck on the lips before getting to his feet. "Bathroom is right there, bella." He said taking a humorous bow, making her smile.

Nesca walked out a couple minutes later to find Johnny in pajama pants, grabbing a t-shirt out of the tall dresser drawer. When he turned around, his hard on was enough proof that he was ready but she was still disappointed to see him in clothing.

"Merda!" He exclaimed when he saw her in the lacey black underwear that complimented her curvy attractions. "Wow, I...I...I thought you wanted to take it easy tonight. Wow!"

"I thought you wanted this." She said then turned around "From what I recall, this," She bent over quickly only to get back up slowly; teasing him with her ass. "Does something to you, but I forget what." She said deviously as she turned around and to find an intensely lustful Johnny.

"You know what it does to me." He replied in that sensual voice of his then smacked her ass as he ground his sex against hers.

Nesca began moaning, feeling his hard cock pressed between the lacy fabric and her clit. She was wet within seconds and he was loving the feel of her heat, he needed her now.

Johnny picked her up and brought her back to the bed. He kissed her luscious lips while he unhooked her bra. He gently pushed atop her and started sucking her nipples, giving each one the same amount of attention. At the same time, rubbing her covered pussy slowly, making her impatient for her prolonged orgasm.

"Fuck me, Johnny. Fuck me right now!" Nesca screamed out, with her good hand trying to rub her clit, but it was unexpectedly pinned over her head. Then he snatched her underwear off her body.

"What did I say about my work?" Johnny said kissing her lips as he freed his huge hard-on from his pants. Her satisfaction was fulfilled when his thick cock finally slid into her tight waiting pussy, and then slammed into her. She was so exhilarated that she came all over his dick with that one motion. He could feel her pussy contract and cream around him.

"Cazzo! Ci si sente così bene." He grunted. "Did you just come?"

Nesca was still rocking trying to get to her second orgasm that was coming. "Answer me Nesca or I'll pull out."

Just then she cried out "Yes! I'm fucking coming again baby."

"No you're not." He pulled out and kept a grip on her hand as he sat back and look at her busty chest rise and fall after her first orgasm of the night by him. "Hold that come. Don't let go until I say so." She tried to close her legs to reach her climax but he pushed them back open. "What did I say about keeping my work from me?"

Suddenly, he grabbed her leg and held it up slightly as he leaned in towards her, kissing her soft, full lips. He slowly slid back into her, to watch her enjoy the feeling of his huge cock spread her open and get deep into her again.

"Joh..." she tried getting her words out.

Johnny kept stroking into her pussy slowly then slamming balls deep. She felt so good that if he kept doing it that way, it would end too quickly.

"Turn over; I want that ass in the air" She complied. His demands were making her sopping wet and she couldn't hold on any longer.

He pulled her to the edge of the bed, and got low to see his work. "Look at how wet you're getting." He slid his finger down her wet slit then gave it a lick. Nesca moaned out of pleasure. Johnny pushed two fingers deep in and stroked her pussy slowly. "Tell me what you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, baby. Please fuck me, Johnny."

"Are you going to keep my work from me again?" He slapped her ass then pushed his digits in deeper and quicker.

"No! I promise, I won't. I'm gonna come baby."

Johnny stood up and slid into her again. "Come on my cock, baby." he stroked into her faster making her come even harder.

She collapsed to the bed but he just kept his rhythm along with the waves he was creating on her ass. Once she build up some strength, she got back up on her knees and arched her back. He moaned at the satisfaction he was getting from her motion.

"Bounce it back."

He loved his view of her juicy chocolate ass backing up on him while her tight pussy milked his large white creamy cock. He just had to bust his load. Johnny held on to her waist as he pumped into to her quickly, making her scream extremely loud as she came to her third with his pounding. He reached to silence her screaming as he came grunting.

Nesca felt something so she tore away quickly to check. "What the fuck, Johnny!" She said as she noticed his come dripping out of her.

"What?" he panted, falling to the bed?

"You didn't wear a condom that's what. Ugh!" She said pushing him away, and then went for the bathroom but he quickly got a hold on her.

"I have my papers, Nesca." He reached over to the bedside drawer and handed her the clinic papers. "I'm clean. You told me you checked the other day. I thought it was a must to show you I'm good."

"Good, but not exactly what I was worried about Johnny." She ended slapping the paper to his chest and went for her bra.

"Okay, then what?" he said as he took the bra from her hand and threw the papers on the bed.

"I'm fertile, Johnny."

"Sometimes it doesn't take." He said simply.

"Johnny, I'm ovulating." She rephrased with more attitude.

"Whoa. Okay." He sat her down on the bed next to him.

"I know what I did wasn't really planned, but-" She stood and tried to walk away, but he pulled her to stand between his legs and held her by the waist to keep her planted. "But I know that if it ends up that way, I would never do anything irrational nor would I ask you to." He kissed her and she couldn't help but return the passionate kiss. "Let's say we continue this in the other room?"

"My wrist is hurting worse than before, 'Mr. don't keep my work from me'."

"I made you wet why not take the advantage." He smacked her butt then laughed.

"Rain check?" she asked hopefully.

"Sure. But let's wrap it up before any more damage is done."

After they washed up, he wrapped up her wrist in a bandage and put a splint on it and he assisted her in putting on one of his shirts, after his pj pants were back on. As they got into bed, he grabbed a pillow and put it under her bad wrist, then cuddled up to her and fell fast asleep.

****

Nesca woke up to deep muffled voices and laughter. She looked around and saw no familiar surroundings. Then the whole night came rushing back to memory and realized her situation.

"How could I be so calm with this? He's a freakin' bachelor." She said as she walked into the bathroom to see a packaged travel toothbrush kit and some of his clothes folded up on the counter for her to wear.

"Yeah, he hasn't done this." She said sarcastically to herself.

She showered and brushed then put on the basketball shorts, boxers and t-shirt that he set aside for her. As she pulled the shirt over her head, with a little complication from putting the splint back on, she heard the deep voices again.

She listened to the voices as she searched for her clutch, which led her into the kitchen. Then she saw a patio door, that she hadn't notice last night, and heard the voices coming from behind it. At that same moment, a vibration came from behind her. She grabbed the clutch off of the island and took out her phone and saw five missed calls from her sister and Jerome. So she chose to return the last call.

"Sorry about the late callback Denise."

"That's okay. I have an idea what you were doing last night. That professor came by the clinic the other day."

"Oh,"

"Does that mean you two are back on, getting it on?"

"What? Sorry Nise, my phone is dying. Talk to you later, love you. Bye!"

Nesca hung up and heard voices and decided to walk out only to find Johnny and friends playing basketball on a wide half court.

-

"So you mean to tell me that you're giving up the bachelor's freedom, already."

"It's been over twelve years." Johnny said to his blond-haired blue eyed friend, Luke, who mimicked his height.

"Why though? You realize there are girls out there who'd do the whole friends with benefits thing."

"I'm well aware of that Ryan, but I'm done with that." He said to his shorter friend. "It's just a long time coming type of thing. We all have to grow up sometime. She's just..."

"Is it the pussy that has you whacked out and sprung?" Ryan said checking the ball to Johnny.

"I've gotten a lot of it, and how much have you had?" He said then shot it right through the hoop.

"Is that her?" Luke questioned from the sidelines.




Refined Adjustments Ch. 06a



The men turned in the direction of Nesca, who was leaning on the wall next to the patio door examining her wrist splint.

Johnny turned to his guys and said "Look, don't talk about the bachelor thing. She doesn't take it well."

Ryan looked pass Johnny to see Nesca squatting down to pick up the splint. "Damn! That's why you with her?!" Johnny quickly turned around to see her rising up.

By the time he turned back around, Ryan was half way across the yard, headed towards her.

-

Nesca came out and saw the men playing basketball, so she decided to wait for them to finish their game. She had a discomfort from the tightness of the splint she put back on after her shower. When she went to take it off but it took some distance down the steps. As she went to pick it up, she heard an indistinct holler, so she quickly got up. When she was at her full height, she was greeted by the guy who was the same shade of medium brown and almost the same height as she.

"Hi, I'm Ryan," he said giving his hand. "And I-"

"Was saying just that." Johnny interrupted then walked up to Nesca and gave her a kiss on the lips. "Good morning babe. This is Dr. Ryan Marks, he's going to check out your wrist, right Ryan."

"Great. It's nice to meet you Doctor Marks." She said happily shaking his hand.

"And this is Lu--"

"Luke Gunter, personal trainer. 'Always here for those who want the help'." He said giving her his hand and a smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Luke." She returned the smile while shaking his hand. "I'm going to borrow your friend for just a minute."

"Sure, I'll be right back guys." He opened the door for her then walked in after. "What's up babe?"

She walked over to the counter and sat down on a stool. Johnny stood next to her examining the wary look on her face. "Johnny, I need to get to my apartment, I have to get my paper done by Wednesday and I haven't even started, and--"

"Okay." He said plainly.

"Sorry about that babe, I know y--"

"It's okay. Why don't you entertain yourself while I try to get these guys out of here?" He said planting a kiss on her forehead, then walked out the patio doors.

Nesca decided to go into his room and wait for him there. A couple minutes later she heard the front door close and then heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Johnny walked through door with no shirt, showing off that amazingly sculpted body with tiny beads of sweat glazing his skin. She tried to turn away from doing anything else with that amazingly firm body, but he walked over to her and laid her down on the bed slipped off the bottoms she wore, exposing her naked mound. She already felt her pussy getting wet.

"I brought you, my girlfriend, here to spend time with you and take your mind off of anything else." He said as he rubbed up her smooth legs and between her thighs "This is a weekend of pleasure and only that."

When she was about to mention his friends, he spread her legs open and licked her slit lightly, making her shudder. Then he gently sucked on her clit. She was enjoying the feel of his mouth going to work on her and wished so bad that he hadn't cut his hair. But the thought was thrown into the wind as he slipped that velvet tongue into her wet opening and gently tugged at her nipples.

"Yes, baby.... Just like that... Fuck! Oh my..." She was getting to her orgasm when he stopped.

Johnny knew she was close, but he wanted to hear that sexy whimper he knew she would do when he would stop. He got even harder when she did. He stood and took her hand then led her into the bathroom.

She let the thought of telling him off, for denying her an orgasm, go as his dick sprung out when he pulled down his shorts and underwear in one motion. Johnny pulled her to him and slipped the shirt carefully over her head, remembering her wrist. He turned her around and smacked her ass.

He loved unveiling her body; piece by piece. He wanted his voluptuous chocolate beauty riding the tails of ecstasy, chanting his name, all weekend. She wasn't just going to leave.

When her clothes were off completely, Johnny turned on the water and walked her in the shower and watched the water fall down her breast, around her nipples that hardened from his raunchy behavior.

He stepped behind her and filled his large palms with her globes. She moaned as he tweaked her harden pebbles softly and placed light kisses from her neck to her shoulder and back.

His digits went straight for her opening, and was rewarded moans. Johnny put her good hand against the tile and she already began to spread he legs for his entrance.

"You want this dick?" he asked in a low gentle tone than usual. When she didn't answer, he smacked her ass so hard, she screamed out. But still, it wasn't an answer.

He stuck two fingers deep inside her and asked again. "Do you want this dick?"

"Yes, baby. Please put it in."

"Not yet." He said then turned her around and pulled her bottom lip into his mouth then slipped his fingers back in her. He kept the kiss gentle. It was so sensual, it made Nesca's pussy gripped his fingers. Johnny wanted to fuck her into oblivion with her still tight pussy.

"Please baby" She said as she took a hold of his dick and began to stroke it slowly, then went faster as she felt him go quicker and came on his fingers. He groaned, thunderously.

He slipped out his fingers from her wetness and placed them in his mouth. "We have to hurry and get you your things before we spend all day in this shower.

She finished up so he could take his 'cold shower'. She put on her clothes from last night as she waited for him.

"I could've helped you with that, Johnny."

"You did." He said as he dried his hair then went to the dresser and sprayed on some cologne. "I came when you stroked me. Didn't you notice?"

"No."

He laughed as he put on another pair of boxer briefs and walked into his closet. "Yeah well I guess you were busy replacing my dick with my hand."

She gave a little chuckle, "You shouldn't be talking, Professor. I wasn't the only one replacing genitals."

"Touché." He said as he walked back out in dark jeans and a plain gray tee. "But nothing could feel as good your pussy."

She laughed "So why the cold shower?" She questioned when he walked to the bedside drawer closest to her.

"I was still hard. You can't blame me when you tease me with that body." He grabbed his key and lifted her off the bed by the waist and kissed her. "You ready to go?"

"Yes, let's hurry." He let her down, "I want to see what that other room is like." She teased as she gave him a smile then jiggled her ass before she walked out the room.

"Don't mock me woman." He said as he quickly went after her.

******



Refined Adjustments Ch. 06b



The petite woman, with a complexion of dark chocolate, had a long depressed expression as she set the large dining table for two. Upon finishing, she called to her husband of seventeen years. 

"Lester, dinner's ready." 

At the age of twenty-three, him being twenty-six, Shyanne and Lester welcomed their youngest of two girls, Nesca, into the world and were happy about it. Two years later, the week before Nesca's birthday, they decided to be wed. 

Everything went on happy from then, of course, not until the last day that she saw Nesca and was afraid she would never see her again. 

"I'm coming, honey." Lester replied as his average sized, caramel skin toned figure came down the steps of their vacation townhome. 

When he sat at the table, he felt her mood change. For months, he noticed her depression ever since seeing Nesca at the hospital and tried to make her feel better about the situation. Nesca was fine and living her life, but all she wanted was her baby girl. 

"Shy, she'll be alright. She can take care of herself." He said as he took a bite of the lemon chicken. 

"That shouldn't be coming from you since you were the one who made Ness leave." 

"I gave her a choice, Shyanne." He said firmly. "She was working there and coming back here. Do you think that would've been a great idea? It would have made more complications on top of the ones we already have." 

"Lester Bosami Omorose, you are not telling me that this little business is more important than my children's lives." 

"Shy, you didn't make them alone. They're my children too, I think of their safety all the time but, I can't let anything go wrong while this feud is going on. If I did, things would be a disaster and she would be caught in the middle." He said as he pulled his wife to sit on his lap. "You know we can't have that." 

"I know. I worry about her. Denise says she recovered perfectly, but I want her here in New York." She said as he wrapped her arm around his neck, "I heard Ness has a little boyfriend now." 

"Yeah I know. I checked with the guys down at the Grand Hall in Florida, and I think it's one of Giovanni's boys." 

"Giovanni," She said as she concentrated on the name. "You mean Priscilla and Vincent Giovanni, the ones that watched after our girls while we were overseas?" 

"Yes." 

"So do any of their children actually know about their business here other than Italy?" 

"I don't think so," He said then went back to the subject at hand, "But I hope the one with kids keeps to himself." 

"I know those boys are too old for my baby girl." Shyanne said in a bothered tone. 

"Well, she is old enough, Shy." Lester admitted. 

"She's still a baby Les." 

"Shyanne, Nesca is about to be twenty-one in two months. The same age you were when you had Denise." 

"And it's going to be our nineteenth anniversary too." She said then kissed him then gave a stern look. 

"Still, that does not mean she needs to go out with someone who is well over ten years older than her. Anyway, I just want to see my baby girl for her special day. Last time I saw her she was unconscious on a hospital bed. That nearly killed me. 

"Okay. My baby asks, so it shall be." He said as he guided her to stand. "But I need some more love instead of all of the sadness you've been giving me." 

Shyanne smiled then laughed as she ran up the stairs to their bedroom, with Lester not too far behind. 

***** 

"I'll be right back." Nesca said as Johnny's black Chevy Camaro with tinted windows pulled into a parking space of the drug store. 

"Are you sure you want to go in alone? I can get whatever you need." He offered as he tried to get out when Nesca got out. 

"That's alright babe. I'll be quick." She said then shut the car door and quickly went into the store. 

Johnny waited patiently in the car, flipping through the stations, and then saw her come out a couple minutes later. 

"Only water?" he asked when she got in the car. 

Nesca looked at him and felt a little guilt but, she stayed expressionless. "Yeah, I was really thirsty." He looked at her sternly, trying to contain the anger that rose in him. 

"Nesca, I'm not an idiot. I'm more offended that you actually take me as a fool to not realize that you came here for one reason." He pointed to the store. 

"What? I needed water." She said simply then looked away. 

"Are you kidding me?" He grunted in frustration then calmed his voice when he took noticed to his own tone. 

"Do you know how many places we passed on our way, which you could've gotten water from? All of a sudden, you need "something" when you see a drug store." He finished then drove out of the lot. 

"Yeah, so, what's your point?" She questioned curtly, reaching for the seatbelt. 

"What's my point...? You went in there for about five minutes and came out with only a bottle of water, and expect me to believe that." He turned to her as he stopped to a red light. 

"You drank the day after pill in there, didn't you?" 

"Morning after." She corrected, hesitantly. 

"Really," Johnny glared at her with a tensed look in his eyes then back at the road as he heard honking from behind. "I thought I told you nothing irrational, Nesca." He plainly added. 

"Drinking the pill wasn't irrational." She said simply as she pulled the visor down and looked in the mirror to fix her hair with her good hand. "What wasn't fair was that you decided to fuck without a condom, alone." 

"Yeah, well that didn't stop you this morning in the shower." He said still looking at the road. 

"You're acting childish... Plus, you started that shit with your fucking pleasure weekend stuff." She said angrily. 

"Can you watch your mouth, Nesca?" 

She pushed the visor up then stared at him as his jaw got tighter. She chuckled then continued. "Anyway, I had to get some stronger pills for my wrist." 

"What is up with you?" He questioned angrily. 

"What is up with ME? Probably, the fact that I'm about to turn twenty-one in two months and our ten year age gap doesn't make the situation any better. Oh, and let's not forget the fact that you are a fucking bachelor, who wants to have a freaking baby... by me!" 

"Oh my—you're driving me nuts with this bachelor shit. But since you're so headstrong about it, let's talk everything out." 

"Fine," she agreed calmly. 

"Alright then, let's talk." He pulled into an empty parking lot, so he wouldn't cause any more traffic or an accident, and parked the car. 

Johnny knew that Nesca was someone he wanted to be with since the day he laid eyes on her and even more sure at this moment. It was time for complete honesty and he hoped she was ready. 

"I was doing the bachelor thing for, years. I've had many pregnancy scares with many women." 

"Really?" She turned away disgusted by his bluntness. "You're an ass." 

He continued anyway. "I've never had unprotected sex, nor had the condom popped with almost all of them who claimed so." 

"Almost?" Nesca questioned, she looked at him over her shoulder with furrowed brows. "Yeah that's the perfect thing to tell your girlfriend." 

"But still, every woman for years told me that they wouldn't want to have a baby for a disgusting scheming sicko asshole like me... I was enjoying my lifestyle too much to give it up. I guess I gave up the lifestyle without really noticing it. Still, I would never encourage abortion as a solution." 

Johnny watched the rise and falls of her body of her steady breathing and felt the rhythm of his heart speed up as his palms clammed up. He rarely got nervous but clearly his words meant a lot. 

"When I saw you come into my class, your beauty... womanly curves... and even with your bashfulness, your whole aura just drew me in." 

Nesca turned to Johnny and looked him in the eyes, "And you decide to trap me. What an amazing gentleman you've been." 

He grunted noticing her smile. "That's what I'm talking about, Nesca. You see that I'm casting out all of my feelings, ones I have yet to admit out loud, and you begin to defend yourself from them with sarcasm." 

"Okay, Johnny. You want everything laid out, fine." She finished with a smile. 

"About two years ago, I was given an ultimatum by my father: working for a low life scum or a stable place to stay in his home. Well, work was more important than a stable place to stay because everything the low life put up was paid for, even the condo." 

But, then the whole incident with the guy that I told you about, happened. 

I was on top of scum with a letter opener at his throat because he damn near drunk raped me and told me that his wife wouldn't mind. Funny thing, I didn't even know he had a wife." She sniffled as she fought back her tears held in her anger. 

"I stayed with my sister for a couple days. Then, Jerome came into money and put me in an apartment of my own. And a week later I was in the hospital getting two blood transfusions, and put on watch for my suicidal actions for a couple more weeks." 

"You can see why I'm defensive with my feelings; I don't trust anyone with them. For you to think I would carry a child in this state is impetuous and asinine. I don't believe in getting abortions but, what if the suicidal situation was to happen while I was pregnant?" 

Johnny pulled her in and hugged her. She really has been through a lot. He already knew what he felt for her at the moment wasn't sorrow, but something greater. 

"Nesca, I know you're under pressure with all that's going on in your life right now. I know that I can't say I understand where you're coming from, and I do apologize for putting you this position. But, the difference now is that I'm here for you. Just promise me that if anything signs of pregnancy show up, you'll let me know." 

"As long as we use condoms, we won't have that problem." She agreed in a way. "Just take me home so I can get my things." 

"Still willing to come back to my place?" He questioned hopeful, pulling out the empty lot. 

"If a professor is offering help with ten pages of homework, I'll take it." 

*** 

After their weekend of 'protected' pleasure, Johnny brought Nesca back to her apartment. Even though his hands were full with her things, due to her fresh cast, Johnny could not keep his lips and hands off of her. 

"I can't wait a whole other day to see you again, babe." He admitted when her door was opened. 

Her wrist was worse than they thought when they saw her x-ray, to which Johnny gave her a stern look during the review in the examination room. But still, she wasn't ready to spill, which led to a small argument but ended in a hot and steamy session. To which he left it alone. 

"I know, but someone kept me so busy, I could barely get my work done." She grinned as she watched his strong arms flex when he put her suitcase from the weekend next to the TV and her bag on the chair. 

"Thanks for tutoring with my other homework. I'm sure my professor would appreciate your hard work." 

"I do... like... helping... with your... needs." He said between every kiss on her face. 

"My lips are here." She said then pulled him in for a deep kiss. 

When she pushed away after a few seconds of their passionate kiss, he pulled her back in to finish. 

"I might just stay over tonight if you keep that up." He said then groped her ass. "A rain check for the basketball game had better turn up, after this comes off." He pointed to her cast. 

She laughed. "Oh it will, and I will beat that fine muscly behind of yours." She said then gave him a kiss and walked him to the door. "Night Johnny, I'll call you later." 

"Talk to you later, bella." He gave her one more kiss, then slowly backed away. 

As she walked back into her apartment Nesca remembered her phone and the missed calls. She grabbed it out of her bag then called Jerome. 

"Hey, Rome. Sorry I didn't call you sooner." Nesca sat down and examined the cast. 

"That's okay shorty. I was pretty busy myself. What's up? Was that jerk bothering you?" 

"No. We actually got to talk some more. How was every..." 

She was interrupted by a pounding at the door. Then Reggie rushed through her doorway, breaking her doorframe. 

"Are you fucking kidding me Nesca? This is the kid you're messing with?" He threw down one of the pictures of her old guy friend's. What was even weirder was that she saw this picture before but now wasn't the time for questioning. 

She hung up the phone and quickly went for her pocket knife in her purse then pointed it toward his neck, keeping her impaired wrist out of sight. 

"Get out of my apartment or I'll finish what I should've Reggie." 

"You're fucking, this guy?" He cautioned as the knife came closer to his neck. 

"Do it now or I'll have the feds up mine and yours." She promised with the knife still pointed at his neck. "But you wouldn't want that for your business now would you? Leave, now!" She yelled. 

"Nes-" 

"Refer to me as that monstrous creature one more time. Now, leave." She said pushing the knife against his throat so he got her point. "I won't say it again." 

He backed off and went out the door. She grabbed her phone and called Rome back, but there was no answer. 

Almost a half hour later, Denise walked through her now broken door way. 

"What happened here Nesca? Are you alright?" She said as she walked toward her sister checking for any cuts or bruises. That's when she noticed the cast. 

"Fresh cast? What happened here and why didn't you call me?" 

"I hit something, hurt my wrist, I got it checked, now I'm stuck with this cast for three weeks. Oh, and I was busy with some work." 

"Mmhmm. I bet the professor is that piece of work, huh?" She only received rolling of the eyes from her sister. "And what about this door way... what happened here? 

"Yeah, I just had to get in somehow. Someone helped, now I have to call Damian to get it fixed." She finished awkwardly, and then walked over to see the damages. 

Denise was stuck in her own little world as she remembered her first encounter with the short Dominican, really it was her sister's encounter when he gave her the walk through of the apartment space. Damian, was shorter than she was, their skin complexion was about the same and he was seriously the most handsome building manager she has ever met, technically saw, but she wanted him to be all hers. The sound of wood chips hitting the floor brought her attention to the wheel of the suitcase that it landed next to. 

"Ness? Where were you?" Denise questioned. 

"Just went out of town, you know." 

"Out of town? Well, for someone who stayed home for almost two years, that's a pretty big step?" She winked at Nesca hinting her knowledge. 

"Yes, Denise I was out with, him." Nesca stated simply, knowing her sister would have pry it out of her. 

"I knew it. So, was it fun or was it like a lecture?" Denise gasped and pulled her to sit. 

"OH MY GOD! You and these questions." 

"Oh, Mom asked for you again." 

"Why?" 

"Uh, because she's the woman that pushed you and me out of her crotch after hours and hours of the excruciating pains of labor. She says dad misses you." 

"How can he miss me when he basically threw me out? Don't you remember?" 

"I know dad was wrong for doing it that way, but the shit-show job wasn't the reason you left." 

"OK, I liked Reggie at the time, Nise. I had no clue that he hid a family behind the whole businessman act." She sniffled 

"I know." She said as she hugged her. 

"He was the one who did this." She admitted referring to the busted doorway. 

"What?! No, you have to tell dad about this." Denise said grabbing her phone out of her purse. 

"I know how to protect myself. I got him out of here." Nesca pushed her proffering hand away and walked to the door. 

Right when she was about to close the door, Rome comes in, heated. 

"Reggie!? You fucking knew this prick and didn't let me know about it." 

"Jerome!" Denise exclaimed. "Calm down, she's already said what she had to." 

"No, Denise. What she's actually doing is seeking out some attention from that asshole, and then wants to make everything about everyone else's actions when it comes down to it. I should've known, or at least you could've told me. Nesca, it's either you go get some help or I can't be around you like this. Your actions don't seem like a disorder just an angry, bitter woman." 

Tears stung her eyes as she listened to his words then bolted for her bedroom and locked the door behind her. 

"You're the fucking asshole." Denise said as she went after her. "Ness, open up." She did so only for her then shut it close only to lock it again. 

Rome started to pace around realizing what he said was wrong, knowing her past and what she would do. It wasn't his intention but, it just came out that way. What else was he supposed to say when he felt he was crossed? 

Half an hour passed as he tried to find a way to apologize. Then she came out with a dismal look. 

"Look, sorry-" Nesca hugged him. 

"I know you mean well, Rome. I'm going to call to set up the appointment." She said still hugging him. 

"Well, I have to go. If you want me to stay I will." Denise asked her sister. 

"No, it's alright, Denise. I got it." Jerome replied. 

"You sure?" Denise question him, grabbing her things. 

"Yeah." He said as he glanced over at Nesca. "I can wait until she's asleep." 

"I can protect myself you guys." Nesca said irritated that they were acting like she was a baby. 

"See you later, Ness." Denise said then kissed and hugged her sister then punched Jerome. "You better take care of my baby sister." Then she was out the door. 

About two hours passed as Nesca sat down with her laptop, typing the rest of her paper. Rome called Damian, whom was his friend, to fix the broken door frame. 

Nesca felt the cute short Dominican, stare at her, but she ignored it as she tried her best to complete her paper with only one good hand. 

"Hey Rome, are you two together yet?" 

"Why?" Jerome asked as he passed him a screw. 

"She's looking different now days." 

"Don't worry about that, D." 

"Yeah, well what about her sister. That woman is everything I need in my life." He drilled the last screw into the hinge and wiped his face with his shirt. "Her hips, those thighs, her face..." 

"You know what, why you don't just grab her number from Ness." Rome said then gave a fascinated look. 

"You're right." Damian said as he walked up to her. 

Nesca was so apprehensive about finishing that she didn't see him. 

"Hey." He stood there for about ten seconds before she responded 

"Sorry Damian, I really have to get this done." She said genuinely. 

"Okay. Since you're busy, is your sister single?" 

She looked up from her laptop, quizzical. "Wait, why would you ask me if she's single?" She questioned emphasizing her pronouns. 

"Oh, I thought that was okay, plus, you're her sister." Nesca still gave him a questioning look. 

"Why don't you ask her yourself when she comes by? She passes by your office when she comes here anyway." 

"Okay." He said with a disappointed look. "Well the door is finished. Have a nice evening, beautiful." He gave a smile. "Later, Rome." 

"Thanks again, Damian. Bye." She waved and closed the door. 

When he left, Rome took off his shirt and walked to the bathroom. She couldn't help but look at his new physique, well new to her eyes, and how the beads of sweat on his back glistened on his chocolate skin under the light then saw his figure disappear. 

'What is going on with me?' She thought to herself. 

She shifted from the vibration on the couch. She got a text from Johnny. 

'Hi bella.' 

'Hey babe.' 

'Hope you're getting your work done. ' 

'No thanks to u. Hope u got to those emails u were avoiding. ;-p' 




Refined Adjustments Ch. 06b



'I had to get dessert before getting back to work ;)' 

When she was about to reply, Rome walked up to the sofa. 

"I meant to ask you what happened there." Rome pointed to her cast. 

"It was a small dispute with someone." 

"I'm guessing that someone is Reggie." He stated carefully. 

"Yeah, but I got him good; almost the way my dad taught me." 

From the time she left her father's house, she had never had a good thought or reminder of him until then. Maybe Jerome was right, this wasn't her, she was forgiving and always tried to be nice as she could be. Maybe she needed a change. 

"Alright shorty, I'm gonna go now." 

"Okay. Don't do anything unreasonable or crazy Rome. Please have a clear mind." 

"You're telling me this..." He chuckled, "Are you going to be okay?" 

"Yeah, perfectly fine." 

She walked him to the door and thanked him again with a hug and went back to her work. She had one page to finish, so she did then printed it and went to bed. 

In her slumber, she felt a smack on her ass. She turned over to see Rome glazing his eyes over her. 

"What are you doing here?" 

"You need to leave him alone, start messing with someone who can satisfy you." He nearly tore off her underwear as he pulled them off her body. 

"No Jerome. I'm not doing this to Johnny." Nesca tried pushing him off but it was like he was glued to her bed. 

"You will be doing something to me." He kissed her and she slapped him as hard as she could but he was still on top of her. 

He pulled out his long thick black cock and pumped into her, and went quicker than what seemed impossible. 

She screamed as loud as she could but no sound came out of her. "Stop it Rome, get off of me." A tear fell aside her face. 

"I'm not Jerome." Then she saw Reggie's face and finally woke and sat up in sweat and tears. 

She saw no one around and made a round through her whole apartment to be sure it was just a dream. 

Nesca stayed up until it was time for class. "I can't even get away from this man in my dreams." 

***** 

Sorry that this installment took so long. Writer's block and very busy days consume me. Thank you for all the feedback. Stay Tuned.