2 comments/ 29686 views/ 34 favorites The Pussy That Never Got Dry By: Liclovely Characters: Brian Jeffries Patricia Dupont Bill Dupont (Patricia's hubby) Autumn Dupont (their daughter) Renee Todd (Brian and Patricia's former supervisor) Author's Note: I had written this and many other stories and lost the flash drive I had it on in a fire...or so I thought. Sifting thru some old photos in a box I had in storage...found the drive!! Man, that was a moment. And it suddenly came back to me. Thank you for all the messages over the years...I read each one. Honest. Like Michael Jordan once stated, "I'm back"... ***** Chapter 1 2015 Brian Jeffries stepped his tall, thick, dark chocolate-colored, muscular, 6'3", and 215lb. frame into his corner office, hurriedly, and closed the door. He breathed a sigh of relief as the coolness of his office enveloped him in its crisp air. He had just finished walking around the behavioral health unit and saw that it was going to be a very busy day...as usual. He worked as a psychologist in an urban mental health facility, which meant he was busy all of the time. As he sat at his desk and began surfing the net (which his ass wasn't supposed to be doing), his office phone began to ring. For a second, he looked at it in total and complete disgust, before glancing at the called id. He saw that it was an outside line, so he reached for the handset. "Hello, Brian Jeffries, behavioral health. How may I help you?" he said. "Brian! Brian, this is Renee Todd...from Triangle Academy" "Uh...oh. Heyyy! What's going on Renee? Long time, no hear. How are you doing? This is a nice surprise. Wow, I didn't expect to hear from you again" he said. He wondered why his former supervisor was calling him. "Well, to tell you the truth, I wish I wasn't calling. I'm sure you're busy; so let me get to the point. Do you remember Patricia Dupont?" she asked. "Umm. Yeah! Of course, Pat-Pat. What's going on?" he said. "I recently accepted a new position at another organization and I was boxing my things up when I came across your name and forwarding information. I was calling to let you know that Patricia Dupont had suffered the loss of her husband, Bill, about six months ago. I remembered that you and she were buddies and I was sure nobody had informed you. I'm sorry it took me so long to call" she said. "Oh my! I'm sorry to hear that! I remember when she married him. What happened? Didn't they have a child together?" he asked. "Well, from what I've been told, after Bill got back from the war in Iraq, he was a changed person. Apparently, they were having problems...well; I should say he was having problems. I've heard all kinds of stuff about what he put her through. To make a long story short, one night he went out and got hammered at a local bar. After he left the place, he ran a red light right into the path of an eighteen-wheeler going 90 mph. Wasn't much left of him after that, if you know what I mean. Oh, and yes they do have a child. Her name is Brianna. I've seen a picture of her...she's a beautiful little girl" "Oh my, I'm really sorry to hear that. Listen, do you have a phone number or an address where I can reach her?" he asked. "I have an address. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to get her phone number..." she answered. "Really? Okay, just a second...let me get a pen. Okay, go ahead," he said. After hanging up with his former supervisor, Brian called and spoke with Patricia. She was very happy to hear from him and let him know it. He offered to come see her this weekend and she accepted. They talked for a few minutes more and Brian let her know that when he finalized his airline reservations, he would let her know. She thanked him and ended the call. He then sat back in his chair, put his hands behind his head and began to think about the circumstances that led to him meeting Patricia Dubois and the brief yet exciting history they held together... Chapter 2 2012 Brian had worked with Patricia for approximately six months in 2012. They had been counselors at Grandview Academy. The Academy, as it was called, was a school for wayward adolescents located in Denver, Colorado. The facility boasted a track, four basketball courts, tennis courts, Olympic sized pool, two same sex educational facilities, dormitory for students as well as two additional facilities to house staff. The co-ed buildings provided one-bedroom apartments, including a private bathroom and kitchen area. He was originally from Pittsburgh, PA. He had been twenty-six at the time and working on his dissertation for his Ph. D in clinical psychology. The position required a bachelor's degree in damn near anything, plus the pay wasn't that bad. Being a student, any money was good money. He had decided to take a year off before completing his studies to work and make some money. Patricia had been one of the first people he had met during his ten-day orientation at the facility. She had worked at the facility for a little over a year. On first sight, he had found her very attractive. Brian had particular taste in women and had NEVER bowed down to the mere presence of a woman... Black, white, Asian, brown; if the bitch was ugly, she was ugly...and if she was pretty, he acknowledged it. He had never dated white women because he just didn't have a strong affinity for them like his friends seemed to have. The IDEA of fucking a white woman seemed to be all his friends used to talk about. In his eyes, a woman was a woman. He never got off into the black-white power dynamic and all that 'back to Africa' talk when it came to dating a white woman. To him, if you knocked their back out, they were attracted to you, period. He was everything but the stereotypical Black man. He didn't wear his pants beneath his ass cheeks and he didn't talk down (i.e...ghetto) to get the subtle approval of whites when he was in work/social situations. Subconsciously, he knew in America, white women had a huge advantage over their colored peers...and maybe that was why he never could see himself being 'white woman crazy'. Plus, he absolutely loved ass and titties (REAL ONES), and that seemed to be in short supply when it came to the white women he had seen, up till recently. Patricia was 23, 5'6", weighed 130-135lbs, with most of her weight being held in her 36DD's. She was a natural redhead (reddish-blonde), and wore her hair in a curly shoulder-length style. Being a natural redhead, she inherited the 'lite white' skin, freckles, and emerald green eyes. She was pretty in a way that made a man's dick start to fill with blood the moment his eyes fell upon her. She had lips that reminded one of Angelina Jolie. They weren't THAT big, but they were full and sumptuous on her otherwise delicate structured face. Her skin was clear, free of blemishes. She had a small scattering of freckles strategically placed on her soft, angled face. Her eyebrows were arched, which served to bring out the sexy slant of her eyes. Her face and body was a mix of French and American breeding. Her breasts were pear-shaped masterpieces that hung heavy on her rib cage. Each topped with long, extremely sensitive, 1/8-inch thick, pink raspberry nipples. Brian had noticed on more than one occasion that her nipples were ever-stiff under every, single garment she wore. They stood out like mini-thimbles, CON-STANT-LY!! It was a known FACT that she made many-a-dicks hard throughout the day at the facility when she worked...and probably an equal amount of pussies wet, as well. Her height and size of her breasts would lead one to think that she would be a lil thick in the middle, but her waist was small like a waspish white woman. If you were approaching her from the front, as soon as you caught sight of the curve of her hips, you KNEW she was packing ass. Brian found it hard to control his lustful gazes at her rather soft-looking, plump ass when he was near her. She had a tight, natural jiggle to her walk that turned him on to no end. Her legs were long, full and nicely tapered, and she had small feet. In addition to her physical attributes, her personality was sweet yet feisty. Brian found her to be opposite of what he thought a young, white woman from Tennessee would be like. First, although she was very pretty, she wore no makeup, except lipstick and eyeliner. She didn't fawn for the attention of men, so it made her easy to talk with and be around. In his experience, white women who were uncomfortable with being in close quarters with a Black man act one of three ways: they either put the stress on themselves that they had to talk so GOTT-DAMN much you started to lose your hard-on, they totally ignored you or they kept a distance while fake smiling with dead eyes... During his orientation, he was at the facility for the 8-4 shift, so he saw her frequently. His regular shift was going to be 12a-8a, full-time. In those two weeks, he learned that she was twenty-three years old and engaged to her high school sweetheart, Bill, who was back in Memphis, Tennessee. They had dated since eleventh grade. She had majored in psychology at Tennessee State while her boyfriend, Bill, had majored in certified beer drinking and partying. She was more of an intellectual, Bill more of a sports fanatic. She had two siblings, a younger brother who was starting his freshman year at Kansas State and an older sister who lived in Memphis. Her parents were still married and living in Memphis, also. Patricia also got a chance to gather personal information on Brian during his ten-day orientation. He was from Pittsburgh. He had an older brother who was in the Navy and a younger brother back home. He hadn't dated seriously for about a year. He had confided in her that his last girlfriend had cheated on him. He had steered clear of women and relationships since that time. Patricia felt sorry for the pain he suffered, because, though he was Black, he was very sexy, compassionate, and easy to talk to. He didn't come off hard and brusque like she thought a Black man from Philadelphia would considering that the media portrayed ALL Black men as being steadfast counterculture and violent. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Patricia found herself disappointed at the end of Brian's orientation. She had confided things about herself and he to her. He seemed to really listen when she talked. She felt in her heart that his conversations with her weren't a ploy to get into her panties. He didn't seem the least bit interested in her physically, which subconsciously drove her apeshit. After the week of orientation, Brian did not see Patricia for almost three months due to them working opposite shifts and hanging with different people. Coincidentally, they lived in the same co-ed dormitory, but on different floors. One Tuesday morning, Brian had just come in from working the overnight shift, when he ran into Patricia. Chapter Three She looked beautiful, even though it was just before 8 in the morning. "Good morning, Brian. How have you been?" she said, stepping to the side and in front of him to allow a young man to get past her and out the door. "I'm fine. Doing well. Overnight shift is working out. I think I still have to get used to sleeping during the day, though" he quipped, while noticing how the morning sun made her hair shimmer. His eyes slyly slid to her breasts, noticing with glee, that her ever erect nipples were present and singing 'GOOD MORNING'. Blood immediately began to warm and awaken his dick. At that very moment, internally, she stepped over the proverbial 'line in the sand' and admitted to herself that she was attracted to a Black man... this Black man. She had begun to think dirty thoughts about him at night during the time of his orientation... thoughts that had excited and troubled her. Excited because he was sexy and well-built; troubled because he was Black. White girls didn't date Black men. That had been drilled into her head from the time she could distinguish colors. Her high school girlfriends would rather be skinned alive and dipped in rubbing alcohol than be seen talking to a Black man. She didn't consider herself racist, but until this moment, the thought of being attracted to a Black man had never occurred to her. "Actually, I was thinking about you the other day, Brian" she teased, waiting for his reaction. "You were? Now how did that come about, Pat-Pat?" he countered, teasingly. 'Pat-Pat was his nickname for her. Her nickname for him was, 'BJ'. "Well... I was having a conversation with a girlfriend of mine and she was going on and on about how she still hasn't met a nice guy while being here in Denver... and how the guys she has met have all turned out to be liars and losers and so on. I thought about you and the talks we had when you first started. If you're not still on your self-imposed exile from women, would you be open to meeting a friend of mine? The last time we talked, you told me that you weren't interested in meeting anyone, but I thought may-beeee you'd change your mind once I introduced you to her" she sing-songed. "I don't know, ya know? I'm not big on being set up on blind dates, Pat. And it's not that I don't want to meet someone, I just don't want to meet just anybody. On the other hand, if she comes with your recommendation, it can't be all bad" he answered trying his hardest not to begin gazing at the curve of her plentiful hips. Fuck, it was hard work appearing to be unaffected by this woman who had the build of a porn star. "Well, if you change your mind, I'm on the fifth floor. Think about it. I won't say anything more to my friend until you give me the go ahead. Deal?" she said. "Deal", Brian repeated. "Okay, well, let me get to work before they start killing each other over there" she said, trying to stave off her nervousness. "Oh, okay. Seeing as how we work different shifts, I can't say with all honesty, that I'll talk to you later. So..." he started. "Well, look, if you're not doing anything on Saturday, give me a call, okay? I'll talk to you later," she said, patting him on the arm before exiting the building. Brian turned and watched the peach-shaped, bottom-heavy ass of Patricia walking away towards the girl's school facilities. He thought she might have been the sexiest woman, black or white or other, he had ever laid eyes on and he laid eyes on quite a few back in Pittsburgh and on his travels around the country. He wondered what the fuck they were feeding the white girls in Tennessee. He had been quite surprised when she had extended an invitation to call her. For the first time in a long time with a woman, he had been momentarily speechless. It wasn't that a WHITE WOMAN had hinted at hooking up; it was the fact that PATRICIA was the one who did the hinting! He hadn't been near a woman he had wanted to fuck in a long time! Arriving at his room, he suddenly realized, like the dumb ass he sometimes was, he hadn't bothered to ask for her number! But she had told him what floor... Chapter Four Walking the short distance to work, Patricia, for a brief second, saw the disapproving face of her fiancé, Bill, flash across her mind. Bill seemed to have a pathological fear of Black men and their sexual prowess. She had overheard many conversations between him and his beer drinking frat brothers where Black men and their genetic propensities for crime, their insatiable sexual habits, their counterculture attitude, and irresponsibility to their families and communities were discussed often. If Bill had overheard her offer to Brian, he would have slapped the red out of her hair for talking to a Black man. As she continued walking to work, she began to think of the next time she was going to see her boyfriend. Over the course of the last two months, he was supposed to have driven up and seen her, but something always came up. She had been hoping he was going to come see her this weekend, but he had told her that he had to go to a fraternity gathering this weekend, but maybe the following weekend. She was beyond tired of hearing his excuses. They hadn't seen each other for almost two months. He called, faithfully, every other night, to get her off. Phone sex had started off as a joke between them, but had grown into a necessity as the days passed into weeks, and the weeks passed into months. Because of her constant heated nature, Patricia craved sex. She had never been in the habit of indiscriminately fucking just anybody. No, she was a good girl and stayed loyal to the dick she claimed as her own. Whatever dick she claimed, that dick got more pussy than panties. Patricia had given her virginity up when she was 16. She had had about 5-6 partners before she met Bill. Unbeknownst to him, she was known as one of the best dicksuckers around. She had practiced her oral skills on every young man she had dated before him. He had questioned her once about her downright slutty dicksucking skills. She had lied as all proper, modern women did when it came to a man's ego and told him she didn't have much experience pleasing a man orally, but that she was more than willing to learn. What she did have was a natural thirst/desire for dick sucking. It came natural to her to know how to please a man, orally. She had a hard time admitting to him that she loved nothing more than a warm dick in her mouth, balls on her tongue, plentiful spit, and a firm, stroking hold on a man's erect dick. Sucking dick actually was her second favorite thing to do, sexually. Her first was her love of cum. She loved the appearance, texture, oiliness, smell, and especially, the taste. Tasting it always caused her to have her hard, shuddering mini-orgasms after servicing a guy. She hadn't told Bill all of these things, but she damn sure showed him. After only a few sessions, Bill's craving for Patricia's prodigious oral skills, like every man before him, was akin to a heroin addict's need for a needle. To describe how fine this young woman was would be a disservice to words. To start, her ass was a major problem. You see, Patricia had a beautiful ass. A big, bouncy, beautiful ass. And everywhere she went, people wanted to fuck her in her big, bouncy, beautiful ass. Postal workers, bus drivers, and deliverymen shouting all kinds of nasty shit at her on the street. Dykes walking their cats wanting to spank her ass. Old men drooling and pointing as she sauntered by. Whenever she met people for the first time, it was the first thing they noticed and the last thing they remembered about her. The second thing they noticed was her grape-like nipples. They stood atop twin 36DD's. Her lengthy and pink, thick nipples STAYED at attention. Any arousing event of a mental or physical nature would cause them to become blood-filled, enlarged and responsive. The constant irritation of fabric (bras, shirts, etc...) rubbing against them, thoughts of how a guy would look naked, caused them to stay ever erect and hypersensitive. At times, she took to wearing pads over her nipples to hide their erect status. Her one weakness was that if a man took the time to suck, lick, and nibble on her nipples, an orgasm was sure to follow. Unfortunately for her, Bill had not caught on yet to the relationship between her sensitive nipples and predictable orgasms. And then there was the subject of her pussy. Her clit was large, pink and visible when erect. Her pussy lips always seemed to be swollen and ready for sex. Her box seemed to always be in a state of natural lubrication. The tiniest thought of a sexual natural would cause her pussy to become awash with natural lubrication. She kept two extra pair of panties with her when out of the house. There always seemed to be a sensation of heat emanating from her nether regions. At the age of 17, she took a digital thermometer and measured her mouth and pussy. They were 98.6 and 105, respectively. Her pussy was a hot box, in a literal sense! The Pussy That Never Got Dry When Patricia engaged in sex with Bill, she would often leave the bed covering, top sheet, fitted sheet and mattress cover wet with her secretions. He had taken into investing in a slew of towels and absorbent material to place under her ass as he took her. As she settled into taking Bill's thick 6- inch bat into her body, over time, her orgasms increased and at the same time, the responsiveness of her pussy increased. More cream, more orgasms. Plain and simple, the longer she was fucked, the wetter and orgasmic she would become. Her boyfriend, Bill, only had so much staying power, but he loved being inside of her. It took him some time to get used to his entire nether regions being awash in cream and cunt sauce sometimes after an act of intercourse with his girlfriend. When they fucked doggy style, her pussy would leave the sheet wet with her drippings onto the sheet below. One thing became clear early on, because she would get so wet and orgasmic, he wasn't able to last long through being drowned with her wetness, the squeezing/massaging action of her tight, silky smooth chute and the pleading/mewling sounds that would come from her throat. So, while it pleased him to have sex with her at any time and any place, he had yet to seriously pummel her in a way that separates boy-fucking from MAN-FUCKING. Chapter Five On Wednesday night, as Patricia emerged from her bath and began to add lotion to her body, she had an idea. Bill was due to call tonight. Thinking about their 'scheduled' phone-sex session had caused her 'mini-thimbles' to harden. She threw on a sheer nighty and a g-string. Bill was due to call in a few minutes. A few minutes turned into an hour. As she paced her apartment, she called his cell phone every hour on the hour till 2am leaving messages and still received no answer. The next day, Patricia went to work and tried to let it pass that Bill had yet to contact her. By evening, she started worrying that maybe something had happened to him. When she got back to her room/apartment, she decided to call her best friend, Sheila, to find out if she had seen Bill recently. After reaching her later that evening, Sheila reluctantly confided that she had seen Bill the night before at the local bowling alley with a girl she hadn't recognized. She stated that he had made a show of introducing her as his new girlfriend. Patricia was understandably taken back and aghast! She was pissed that he would humiliate her and their relationship by openly dating another woman. As she caught her image in the mirror on the wall, she decided that she was tired of playing the naïve woman she pretended to be. She knew Bill and knew he was a cock hound. She made up her mind that she wasn't going to sit around and cry about the obvious. She also knew she needed to do something to pick her heart up off the gottdamn floor. "Gottdamn him!" she screamed out loud after hitting 'end' on her cell phone. She looked at the clock and it read 11:30p. She quickly changed into a large, clingy shirt (in that it displayed her nipples to perfection) and running shorts. She walked over to her mirror and noticed the flushed appearance of her face, and the telltale outline of her hardened nipples under her shirt. She walked out of her apartment and made her way to the steps and began to walk down to the third floor... the male floor. She knew where she was headed. She stopped in front of door 317. She had done her homework when they had talked months earlier by stopping by the personnel office and getting the information from a girlfriend. She knocked. She didn't need to look at her breasts to know her erect nipples were very noticeable under her shirt. Brian opened the door, in the process of getting dressed for his shift at work. As his eyes widened at the sight of Patricia's pretty face, they immediately took in the incredibly pleasing sight of her perfect pear-shaped breasts and erect nipples, sticking out like miniature ice cream cones. "GOTTDAMN!" he thought as he also the noticed the soft, side-to-side sway of her twin beauties. "Hello Brian. I know I asked you to stay in touch with me, but I neglected to give you my phone number or my room number so you could let me know when you wanted to come by," she said, hesitating on the next to the last word, teasingly. Fuck, she was horny, tonight! She had to unleash her horniness, some way. "Yeah, you're right... I would have looked pretty goofy walking around and knocking on all the female doors in the dorm trying to visit you," Brian laughed as he fastened his shirt, looking directly into her eyes. She held his eyes with her own. "Well, you want to write my phone number down?" Patricia said as she arched her back slightly, giving Brian an even better view of her hard nippled breasts. She could see his eyes darting from her nipples to her eyes and back again to her nipples. She knew she was teasing the fuck out of him and she absolutely loved the reaction she was getting! She was really enjoying the way he was looking at her, appraising her, trying not to be affected by her womanliness. She knew what she had and she knew that men absolutely lusted after it, but there was something about the way Brian didn't come onto her that had her subtly convinced that he was one of the few men at this facility that wasn't absolutely lusting after her. For some insane reason, she hadn't honestly been able to get him off her mind since she had met him months ago. 'Fuck Bill', she thought. Brian wrote her phone number and room number on a corkboard attached to the back of his door as she recited it to him. He swore to all that was religious and holy on this Earth that he could detect the smell of excited pussy! She told him that she didn't have anything planned for the next day and to have a nice night at work and turned around and started back down the hallway. Brian opened his door a tad and watched the seductive roll of her hips. He watched as she turned her head slightly as she turned the corner to look briefly at him...because she knew he was watching her shapely ass. Fuck, I'm going to be thinking about those nipples and that J-Lo ass for the rest of the damn night, he thought. Five minutes later, Brian was making his way to work with a dick as hard as the lies Donald Trump was telling during this election cycle, and wondering what was behind Patricia's sudden and undeniable interest in him. Patricia went back to her room with her panties soaking wet. As she closed the door behind her and leaned against the door, she surmised that she was playing with fire. Unfortunately, tonight the fire was between her thighs and she was going to use the fantasy of what may have happened if she had gone in his room and locked the door. She masturbated herself to some very wet orgasms with her thick 7-inch vibrator that night in the isolation of her bedroom, holding a pillow over her head... while the phone rang half the night, without her bothering to answer it. Chapter Six On Saturday morning, Bill called and after bullshitting for five minutes admitted that he had been sleeping with another woman. Patricia stopped him cold with her words of 'fuck off' and 'don't ever contact me again'. She figured he'd been cheating on her the entire two months, so what was there to talk about? He tried calling her back several times throughout the day but she stopped answering the phone. Brian called her at 5pm to ask what she had planned for the evening. She told him that she had a bottle of wine and that she felt like cooking so she was going to make a home-cooked meal of spaghetti and salad for the both of them. Brian thanked her profusely telling her that she didn't have to go through all the trouble. She told him that it was not trouble and that she had planned on cooking anyway, so it wasn't a problem to put out another plate. What he didn't know, was that when she was stressed, Patricia liked to cook. At 8pm sharp, Patricia heard Brian's knock at her door. She took off her apron and ran in front of the door length mirror that hung beside the door to her room. She had put on a pair of black Lycra ¾ pants that hugged her ass perfectly and an orange Denver Broncos football jersey with a white tank top underneath it all. She wore no bra. She had wrapped her hair in a single ponytail. She looked good enough to eat and she knew it. She needed for somebody to desire her, tonight. She adjusted her tank top and shirt, noticing her nipples beginning to show themselves as visible protuberances under her tank top and jersey. She reached for the door and found a smiling Vaughn on the other side. She noticed that he had three DVD movies in his hand as he made his way into her apartment. She got a whiff of his cologne and immediately liked it. He wore a nice pair of black jeans and a black Philadelphia 76ers basketball jersey, which showcased his rather muscular arms she hadn't realized he possessed. As she watched him bend over and place the videotapes on her small coffee table, she took notice of his hard, taut butt cheeks. 'Hmmm...this night may end up better than I thought," she mused to herself as she headed to her small kitchenette and began to stir the angel hair pasta she was preparing. "Mind if I take a look?" Brian said from behind and above her. "Sure, go ahead," Patricia replied, feeling him brush against her left hip, slightly. "Damn girl, you got skills!" Brian said excitedly and honestly as he lifted the lid off the simmering pot and feasted his eyes on a delicious concoction of tomato sauce, carrots, mushrooms, green peppers and other vegetables bubbling softly. The smell was heady. "What? You think I'd invite you for a lame meal? Come on, Brian, I didn't get this meat on my bones by not knowing how to cook," Patricia said lightly, while eyeing his large Black hand replacing the lid. "Honestly, Patricia, I had no idea you were going to actually cook a meal. I would have eaten anything you put in front of me, to be honest," he said, glancing at her softly yet firmly, watching her smile slightly at the dual meaning of his words. "W-Why thank you, Brian. I know it has to be hard not having much contact with your family. Do you call them much?" Patricia said as she reached up and opened a cupboard to retrieve two plates. The motion caused her breasts to sway and her ass to jiggle seductively. He watched this with a wistful look in his eyes. 'GOTT-DAMN, she got back,' he thought before replying, "Yeah, my parents and I talk a few times a week. I miss them but they know I'm on a mission. Soon afterward they took their seats at the two-person dinette set and proceeded to devour two servings of spaghetti and wine. Their conversation was light yet provocative. From the moment she met him, Patricia found his voice commanding and sexy and found herself slipping into mini-daydreams of him fucking her while talking sexy shit to her in her ear... with that voice. As he spoke, Patricia was able to focus on the color of Brian's dark brown skin. She marveled at how the light from the room seemed to shine off of his skin. She noticed the sexy fullness of his lips, impossibly white teeth, and strong jaw line. As Patricia rose to gather the plates to place in the sink, she thought that Brian was unlike anything she had expected him to be. He had been able to stimulate her intellect and her curiosity. His body was a given enticement, but she found her attraction starting to move beyond the physical and into dangerous territory. 'Damn, why am I thinking thoughts like this?!' she thought as she placed the dishes in the sink. After dinner, they took the wine and sat on her long couch and watched one of the movies Brian had rented. The plot in the comedy drama centered on a black man who had come home to find his fiancé in bed with another woman and his dating problems from that moment on. It was a cute movie but the infidelity of the main character's girlfriend wasn't lost on Brian and his recent relationship. Patricia sensed the change in his demeanor and delicately brought up the subject of his ex-girlfriend's infidelity. "Brian, how long did you date your last girlfriend before she uh...um...cheated?" she asked, hesitantly. "Uhh...a little over a year. Why?" he answered, somewhat anxiously. "Oh, I didn't mean to pry. It's just that I remember talking about with you when I first met you. I was just wondering how you were dealing with it, I guess. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Patricia answered, looking at him with an understanding yet nosy glint in her eye. Brian felt relaxed from the wine, and this fine ass woman hadn't asked him to leave yet, so he decided to tell his tale. Chapter Seven He remembered the shit like it was yesterday... "I had been working out of town commuting to and from a job about 50 miles away, while living with a woman named Sasha. She was my live-in girlfriend. I met her in 2010 at a previous job where we had both worked. She was a secretary and I was an intern in the psychology department" "We met and dated for a minute. We moved in after she told me she was pregnant with my child. I was graduating with my master's degree and already working, so it wasn't a bad thing. Nine months to the day after we moved in together, she called me from a hospital emergency room claiming that she had a miscarriage. From that point, our relationship became a nightmare. She became mean, vindictive, impatient, etc... About three months after that, I came home from work and she was gone. She had taken all the furniture, and left me a lame ass note saying she would contact me in a few weeks" "Well, she called. Only she was calling from Louisiana! About six months after that happened, she calls me in the middle of the night to tell me that she left because she cheated, got pregnant, and had just delivered TWINS," Patricia sucked in her breath, finding it hard to believe what she was hearing. "OH...MY...GOD! No, she didn't. I can't believe I'm hearing this. I am so sorry for even bringing it up, BJ..." she said, sympathetically. "Naw, it's cool. I mean I did tell you when I first met you that a woman had cheated on me, I just didn't go into all the grisly details" he said, smiling. "How do you feel about her now?" she said. "Well, let me see, ummm... the way I look at it now, after looking back at the situation, I gave my all and that's all I can ask of myself. If it wasn't good enough for her, well, there's nothing to be done about that. As far as how I feel about the situation as a whole... I feel that I got off easy. From what I've heard from her family, the guy that got her pregnant was the guy she was dealing with before I met her. The story that got back to me was that he ended up cheating on her and leaving her with the twins to raise herself. I don't feel sorry for her or anything because that's what she chose. She had a choice to remain faithful, but she broke that, ya know? I'm glad that it went down, now, instead of later after I got myself established. To be truthful, I don't think I'd be where I'm at now if she and I had stayed together," Brian said while staring past her shoulder, as if in a trance. Patricia looked at him with empathy and said, "I don't know what to say. I mean, I don't know if I could be so positive about it the way you seem to be. The way I look at it, she cheated. Okay, that's not good but it's not the worse thing that's ever happened in a relationship. But to go and get pregnant with twins by another man while you are in a relationship is so unwomanly and disrespectful to the man you are supposed to be with. Leaving in the middle of the night without telling you she was going. I guess she couldn't look you in the face after knowing what she was doing to you?" "You see that's why I can't call her a woman... only a female. You are a woman...at least you think like one. She was a sorry excuse for a female. I guess I should have seen it coming when I met her mother. I mean, her mom's is out to lunch and she didn't really raise her or teach her how to be a woman, I guess. I should have known damaged goods when I saw it, but I chose otherwise," "And you haven't been with a woman since?" Patricia suddenly asked. She smiled to herself as she saw Brian's facial muscles contort as he tried to deftly answer the question they both knew the answer to. "You're wild, girl. But since you went there, no. No, I haven't been with a woman in that way in almost a year. I guess your next question is why, right?" he asked while looking at her and turning his body towards her as they sat on the couch. "Well, yes, I wondered that," she answered, while smiling slightly and wondering how the hell this fine specimen of man could have found the strength to go without the touch of a woman for so long. "After that experience, I realized that in that relationship and previous relationships, I saw myself always settling. Settling in the sense that I tend to get into relationships with women that want to get into a relationship with me, though I might not be on that track. Seems like I allowed myself to become involved with women that really had nothing going on besides the hole between their thighs. I deserve a better mate than that. I feel with all the work I've put into realizing my dreams, why should I settle for someone that has no idea what they want with their life except they know they want to be in a relationship. I'm tired of riding that train. I decided that I'd wait it out until the right situation presented itself. I could have easily slept with quite a few women by now and I'm not bragging... but I feel that I've gotten to know myself better during this time and when the right situation comes along, I'll be ready," he said, while gazing at her wondering how she had gotten him to reveal so much of himself in one sitting. She was a genuinely compassionate person and he felt comfortable talking with her about his life. And damn if she wasn't sexy to boot. Though she had on two layers of clothing (sports bra and jersey), he could clearly see the large round indentations of her nipples poking out from her bosom. Being that she had her legs crossed and her left arm across the back of the couch facing him, he was offered a tantalizing view of her breasts and hips. He shifted slightly on the couch, as blood began to involuntarily rush to his prick. Patricia sat and stared at Brian as he spoke about the morally weak bitch that had stabbed him in the back. She saw tenderness in him that she had never sensed in a man, even her ex, Bill. He spoke so honestly and genuinely that she found herself holding back tears as he described the emotions he experienced during this trying time. She respected his decision not to become involved in another relationship until he found someone worthy of committing to. She knew she had never heard a man make a proclamation such as that, and probably wouldn't again. There was a hidden strength to him that she hadn't noticed before. He was a man's man. A man who seemed to be able to actually keep his word when he made a promise. He seemed to possess a quality that most men lacked, and that quality was truthfulness mixed with a dash of vulnerability. She realized that she was seeing past his dark skin and into the very center of his soul. If her high school girlfriends could see her now! Patricia reached for her glass of wine on the living room table. As she brought the glass to her lips, she gazed at Brian over the lip of her glass. It seemed as if a huge burden had been lifted off of his shoulders by his admission. Patricia wanted to reach out and hug him, touch him, and let him know that she understood the pain that had dwelt in his heart for so long. "Can I ask another question?" she asked, speaking softly. The Pussy That Never Got Dry "Go ahead," he answered. "What part of being with a woman, physically or sexually, do you miss the most, now that you've chosen to be celibate?" she asked, softly yet straightforwardly. Her breathing increased, realizing she was passing the point of no return with a Black man, a fine Black man at that, sitting a few feet from her, in her living room... on a Saturday night. She took a large swallow of her wine. "Well, damn! You sure you want me to answer that?" he said while arching his eyebrows at her. This white girl got nerve or was it the wine talking. "I'm a big girl; I can handle whatever you say... I just wondered since I know all men think about is sex" she said while looking directly at him, holding his gaze for a few, and then demurely dropping her eyes. "Well, to be brutally honest, I miss knowing that there is some wet pussy waiting for me when I get home. To be more specific, I miss a woman giving me head. I should say, good head. A woman giving a man her mouth is like the most submissive act she can do. I love a woman who loves to suck and do it when you ask her, or when she just feels like having me in her mouth. I've never had a woman like that, but I'm not settling for less at this point. I want a woman who finishes her man off properly, every time", he finished. "What do you mean by properly finishing a man off? You mean allowing a man to cum in your mouth and swallow?" she asked teasingly. "Exactly," he said, while smiling coyly. He noticed, quite glaringly, that she didn't verbally object or make any funny faces. In fact, she seemed to be taking his straightforward tone, nicely. Hmmm... Chapter Eight On Patricia's part, she was thinking how pleasing it would be to lay with a man who hadn't been with a woman in over a year! He surely would be attentive and appreciative of her and her body. She mused that he would probably cum pretty quickly since he hadn't touched or been touched by a woman in a quite a while. How long did it take him to get hard again? She pondered. She wondered if the myth of big black dick was true. What would her white skin look like under the blackness of Brian? Would he take her soft and gentle or hard and merciless, making her take his manhood, no matter how large? On Brian's part, he was thinking how soft and sensual Patricia looked as she sat back on the couch with her legs in his lap. Each time she raised her wine glass to her lips, he could see the outline of her erect nipples and the bounce of her breast as she settled back on the couch. He also swore he could smell wet pussy. Even though he was in her abode having been fed by her, and lounging with her, he was still hesitant about making a move on her because after all, he was a black man in a white woman's room... in the middle of Colorado (Kobe anyone?) He was wary of taking it to the next level though her aromatic, wet pussy was a few feet away. The wine had him tipsier than he realized, and before he knew it, he had closed his eyes and nodded off for a few minutes. When he opened his eyes, fifteen minutes had passed. He felt pressure on his shoulder and shifted his eyes to the right, slightly. Patricia had moved closer to him on the couch and now her soft brownish-blonde hair rested on his shoulder. As he turned his head to see if she was dozing, she raised her face, with the doe eyes, and looked at him with a come hither look. There faces were a foot apart. He could smell her minty, fresh breath. She opened her lips to speak, but nothing came out. Brian felt his dick shift in his pants, once again. She had been sitting next to him watching him quietly snore for the last fifteen minutes. She had reviewed everything he had told her. She had thought about the ending of her relationship with Bill. She thought about her parents and her friends back home. She thought about the loneliness Brian must be feeling. She sighed as she made peace with her decision. "Brian... I want to tell you something, okay?" Patricia said cautiously as she placed her small hand on his large thigh. She thought she noticed a definite lump a few inches from her delicate fingers. "Go ahead," Brian said while keeping his eyes closed and drifting in out of the haze his mind was currently swirling around in from the amount of wine he had drunk. "My boyfriend and I broke up earlier today," she said. "H-Huh? What did you just say?" Brian said as he quickly opened his eyes and gazed at her. He saw by the determined, honest look on her face that she was serious before she answered him. "You heard me, Brian. I found out that he had started dating another woman back home. I spoke to him about it and he didn't deny it. In fact, he tried to explain it to me," she said, jadedly. "Damn, babe, I really don't know what to say. I mean, you know how relationship are... you two might get back together before you know it. You guys might find a way to work it out... I mean, that is, if you want to work it out with him. Do you?" he asked, expecting the typical female answer of compliance and naiveté. "Well, I guess we could have worked it out if he hadn't stuck his dick in another woman. I told him when we decided to get serious with one another. No other pussy allowed. Ever. Knowing that he broke his promise to me, there is no way I stoop that low to take him back. He'd never be able to respect me and to be honest, I wouldn't respect myself, either," she said. Brian looked at the determined look on her face and decided right there and then that she was definitely a whole lot smarter than he had given her credit for. She had a good head on her shoulders and she held to a code. Most women talked a bunch of shit to keep their gums bumping together, as a rule of law. It was refreshing to finally meet a woman with some damn backbone. He could feel his hardening dick scraping against his thigh as these thoughts ran through his mind. They both looked up at each other at the same moment. Time seemed to freeze for the both of them as they stared at each after having just bared their souls to each other. Brian felt relaxed after his confession. He rarely spoke of Sasha and felt relief at being able to unload that burden to a caring, patient ear. He had been hurt and it felt good to talk about it, finally. Patricia felt free for the first time in a long time. She finally felt free of the constraints her parents, and by extension, Bill, had put on her throughout her young, adult life. She had always seemed to conform to whatever others expected of her. She felt like an adult, at last. She always 'played' the witless waif to appease first her parents, and then, Bill. After finding out how Bill had played her, she had reasoned that she was tired of pretending for others and needed to be more honest about who she was and what she wanted. She stared at Brian long and hard before speaking "Listen, you've already told me that you weren't sleeping with someone you weren't semi-serious about, and I haven't been with my cheating, soon to be ex-boyfriend in over two months... so I was thinking...How does this sound? I could be your woman for one night. That way, we both could get what I hope we BOTH want without feeling guilty about it in the morning" she said without a trace of doubt in her voice. "I wouldn't be lying if I said that sounds damn good. I'm a little surprised by your offer but I would have to say no. No, because I don't want you if you're giving me pity pussy. If you're going to give it to me, give it to me because you want to, not because you feel sorry for me" he said, surprising the shit out of her. How could any man turn her down?! Shit, all she had to do was ACT like she wanted to give a man some of her bouncy ass and he'd be hopping through hoops for as long as she wanted him to. Who the hell does he think he is, Denzel Washington? As her mind pondered what to say, she heard him smoothly say, "What does that mean though, being my woman?" Brian asked while looking intently into her eyes, letting her know he was game, if the offer was still open. She figured he had come to his senses. "I thought we'd start with me going back into my bedroom while I prepare myself for you. When I'm done, I'll come back out. Brian, I want you to know that I want to do this and I'm not doing it because I feel sorry for you, I'm doing it because I've been attracted to you since the very first day we met and the first time we talked and I got to know some things about you and you got to know some things about me. I like you and I think you like me or you wouldn't be here. You told me what you want...and I want to be the one who gives it to you after having had none in so long. It'll be good for both of us," she said as she raised her arm, spread her hands and touched his face. "Okay. I'll just sit here and chill to see if you're messing around or not. Now, you're not bullshitting with me or anything are you? I know women like to play mind games with a guy's nuts," Brian asked, hoping she'd give him the answer he was seeking. "Well, you'll just have to sit here like a gentleman and see, now won't you?" she said playfully as she got up from the couch. He honestly hoped she wasn't fucking around with him. He liked her and found her incredibly sensual and attractive. He hadn't experienced the soft touch of a woman in over a year! His dick throbbed painfully as the image of Patricia's large, erect, thimble-like nipples appeared in his mind's eye. Chapter Nine Twenty LONG minutes later, the door to her bedroom slowly opened. "Hello, baby. I hope the wait wasn't long" she sing-songed to him. As he looked up and his eyes adjusted to her form, Patricia appeared at the door to her bedroom dressed in a baby-blue colored silk camisole and French cut panties of the same color and texture. She wore 4-inch heels. Her skin looked soft and translucent. She looked like a gottdamn porn star! Her full, perfect teardrop-shaped breasts held the camisole away from her midsection at a considerable distance. Her nipples were erect, and they were very large and very noticeable. They seemed to be beckoning both his visual and tactile attention. Her hips were a LOT fuller and curvier than he had originally suspected. She turned sideways in the doorway to give him a view of her smooth, round, apple-bottom like asscheeks. He moaned audibly as he saw her asscheeks sway and jiggle slightly from her tiny movements. It looked so fucking soft! Patricia stepped away from the doorway and approached Brian. She walked directly up to him and placed her hand on his chest while raising her face to his beckoning him to kiss her. Brian lowered his lips toward hers, rubbed noses with her and they kissed... five heartbeats after their lips touched, she forced her tongue into his mouth. She sucked his tongue and he hers. They stayed sucking each other's faces for a few minutes. Brian slid his hand onto her soft, rounded hip and began to grip and squeeze it, causing her to moan slightly. A slight shudder went through her before she backed away from him, looked him in the eye and said, "Come into the bedroom," she said sexily, as she slowly ran her small hand across her soft, jiggly rounded ass cheek. She turned and began to walk to her bedroom. The movement of her bottom-heavy work of wonders captivated Brian. The supple movements of her long, tapered legs with the swell of her thighs brushing one against the other prompted the round cheeks of her ass to undulate and roll before his unblinking eyes. Her ass resembled a ripe and perfectly shaped Georgia peach. Brian stood rooted to his spot by the door. His mouth was open, fingers were tingling, heart was racing and his dick was hard as the two-piece Mike Tyson hit Larry Holmes with. As he entered, Patricia was just bending over the bed, and turning down the sheets. He was presented with the sight of Patricia's near-perfect round ass. He could also make out the soft sides of her breasts as they jiggled, slightly, from her movements. Upon hearing him, she rose from the bed and turned towards him. She beckoned him to her by crooking her finger, slowly. He came to within a few inches of her as she leaned into him, smashing her soft, yet firm breast against his chest. "Take your clothes off, baby," she whispered softly in his ear. Brian stepped back from her and slipped his basketball jersey off and began to unbuckle his baggy jeans. Patricia reached for the waistband of his pants and slowly pulled him towards the bed. Upon the back of her knees touching the bed, she sat, still pulling Brian by the waistband of his pants, until he stood between her open thighs and over her with a large dick-print pointing at her through his jeans. Patricia licked her lips as she worked his jeans off his hips to reveal a boxer-brief hiding the thick prize she was trying to claim. She looked him in the eye before bringing her face within a few inches of his crotch and softly rubbed her puffy lips across the length of his dick under the silk-like fabric. She ran her lips, cheeks, and nose across his covered dick, all the while moaning deeply and methodically. His dick was rock hard and she could feel the heat of him through the fabric. She took her time 'fondling' him in this way with her face as she bumped and prodded his dick and allowed her sense of smell to become aroused by the masculine smell of his crotch area. His dick twitched inside of his boxers as he looked down at this sexy ass red-headed, white woman who was slowly torturing him to depths of need he had not known before. He felt her nails lightly scratching along his hip as she grasped the band of his boxers and slowly began to pull them down. She had to stop her actions and pull them away and out from his body to get them past his thick, uncoiling dick. Her first sight of his nude dick made her lose her breath for a second. She could see that not only was he extremely thick, he was also rather long. She noticed that his pubic hair was trimmed which seemed to add another inch to his dick. "Oh...my...God! Hmmm... you're beautiful...goodness..." she said more to herself than him. His dick hung straight from his body at a 90-degree angle. It was thick, long and black! It looked menacing. She approximated in her brain that the large head of his dick was at least two inches in length, which left seven thick inches of shaft. 9, maybe ten inches in total! She looked at the thick, numerous veins that criss-crossed the surface of his dick and moaned, imagining how they would rub against her tight, slick pussyflesh as he took her. "I want you to forget about everything and let me be your woman tonight, baby. Forget about all the hurt, and pain you've been through. I want to restore your faith in women. I want to show you that every woman isn't like your last girlfriend. There are woman in this world, like me, who love nothing more than having a big dick to suck on and serve," she said as she mesmerizingly began to sniff along the length of his dick...then along his balls. She loved the strong, virile smell of cock. She watched as precum built up till it dripped onto her inner thigh. "Yeah, I knew your ass was something special. Do me, you sexy motherfucka," he said while moaning from the sensation of Patricia's ministrations in his genital region. Brian saw her suddenly spit a rather large glob of spittle onto her palm, and softly take hold of his dick while slowly yet firmly stroking his dick in a twisting, pistoning action. As Patricia handled Brian's dick, she noticed that he was rock hard from base to tip. No give in it. Her Bill never got THIS hard. Her fingers fit three-quarters of the way around, at the most. She also noticed the heat emanating from his dick. It was very warm... it felt alive in her soft, moist hands. It was damn near hot, she noted. She noticed the texture of his dick. It felt slightly lumpy yet hard due to the numerous veins along the surface of his tool. Her boyfriend's dick had veins but they didn't rise above the surface flesh of his dick. Maybe that was the difference between a black man's dick and a white man's, she surmised, as she continued to marvel at the incredibly thick stalk of flesh within her small, stroking hands. She reluctantly took one of her hands off of his shaft and began to lightly palm his large ball sack. "Brian, your balls are so big and full! Damn, you must have a big load for me, huh?" she said teasingly as she tapped his thigh for him to move back a step. She stood up directly in front of him while releasing his dick and balls. She pulled her camisole off and stepped out of her drenched panties. Brian instantly smelled the musky scent of excited pussy wafting through the air, while noticing the wetness of her panties. He was very impressed by the shape and firmness of her titties. They were teardrop-shaped with long, pink nipples. "Damn, this fine motherfucker got damn near as perfect a set of titties I've ever seen" he thought as he watched her breasts sway sexily as she daintily dropped her panties on the floor...as a sign, maybe... a final lowering of the flag, and the permission she was granting him to use her body as he pleased, if for only one night. Patricia smiled at Brian before slyly winking and saying, "I should have already had my clothes off. I know you like me to suck your dick ass naked" Brian smiled in reply, as she looked him directly in the eye. She was REALLY playing this role-play to the hilt. By her words, Brian knew that she was giving him hints as to how freaky she could be. He loved the submissive, kinky way she was conducting herself. It is a KNOWN FACT that every man desires a woman who will do whatever it takes to get him off. A woman who will look you straight in the eye and say, "Tell me what you want me to do to get you off... tell me how you like it...where do you want to fuck me?...where do you want to cum...show me, I'm open" Patricia took a step toward Brian and brought her soft, pillowy lips to his chest and began licking and kissing her way down to his stomach. As she bent over at the waist, her soft, billowy breasts rubbed against the sides of Brian's dick, effectively trapping it between them. Brian hissed, loudly as he felt her soft, smooth, warm tit-flesh against his extremely sensitive, manhood. Her erect raspberry-colored nipples grazed against his groin. As she continued her descent to her knees, his dick plopped from between her breasts and brushed against her neck and underside of her chin. The tip of his dick left a warm trail of pre-cum wherever it touched her flesh. She finally sunk to her knees and grabbed hold of his hips. She began to lightly kiss around his groin, while his warm, lengthy dick fell across the crook of her neck and shoulder. She inhaled his alpha male-like aroma and her pussy shuddered. She felt him begin to squirm as her wet, agile tongue flickered across his ball-sack and inner thigh. He opened his stance a little wider and watched as she dug her face eagerly into his groin, licking the strip of skin between his thighs and balls, causing his eyes to roll in their sockets and the tightening of his asscheeks. Her tongue was impossibly wet and agile! She ran her tongue in wide circles across his balls... then used the flat surface of her tongue to trail slowly back and forth as she ran it up the underside of his dick. Her journey to the tip of his dick was long yet enjoyable for the both of them. "Shhhhiiiitttt!..." Brian moaned deeply. He had quickly concluded that this white girl wasn't a stranger to dick! She had reached the tip of his dick and allowed her tongue to languidly glide around the large helmeted tip of his dick. She had yet to grasp his dick or take him into her mouth. As she darted her rather agile tongue around the tip, she turned her eyes upward to gaze at Brian before slowly sliding the warm, moist cavern of her lips and mouth around the tip of his dick, while tonguing and teasing the underside of his plum-sized head. She could taste his plentiful pre-cum.