0 comments/ 47538 views/ 28 favorites Unforgotten Promise Ch. 01 By: in4sin Five Years Earlier... "There was something in the air that night, shining bright, Fernando..." Dani Vincent laughed to tears as her boyfriend, Caid Patrick, sang off key to the ABBA song now playing on his 1969 Chevy Camaro. The car was parked under the branches of a big oak tree on the Newberry's abandoned land just outside of town. The afternoon sun shone high in the South Carolina sky, clouds barely dispensed in the light shade of summer blue, though it was fall. The sun could barely crowd the inside of the old rusty car because of the shade that was provided. A cool breeze made its way through the open windows on both sides of the vehicles. As the song ended, Dani leaned over across Caid's lap and opened his driver door. While leaning over, she felt the semi-hard bulge in the center of his Levi jeans and giggled at the thought of him getting hard while they were practically doing nothing. Boys will be boys, she thought, before climbing over his lap and jumping out of the car. She looked back with a devilish look on her face and took off running forward towards the horizon. Caid wasn't surprised when Dani climbed over him to escape the car, though the passenger side door was in good condition minus the creak it made once in a while. He was just hoping she didn't feel his cock while doing so. But, from the look she gave him once on solid ground, he could tell she had, and from the shy nature that came and went when sex was in question, she ran. Caid didn't immediately follow her. He took in the looks of his girlfriend and wondered how the hell he got so lucky. Dani was petite, barely 5'4'', with the sweetest body he had ever dreamed of. From shoulders to feet, she was slightly muscular but still had her hour glass figure that she's had since she hit puberty. Her size 36 C breast were round and firm. Her waist was tucked in and her tummy was flat with small petite abs indentations that were produced from being a track star. Her waist then served to curvaceous hips that could make a man drool and two bountiful globes that was her ass. Her thighs and calves were toned and her feet were the average shoe size of eight. Her body was accompanied with a gorgeous face. She had perfectly arched dark brown eyebrows that were placed over round blue eyes and dark eyelashes. She had high cheek bones that should belong to royalty and a nice nose. Her lips were more tempting than ever, even better than Angelina's. But what was truly more magnificent than anything to Caid was her skin. Her skin was a milk chocolate color, so delectable he just wanted to taste it. Her skin was as smooth as butter and invited every man to want a touch. She was dream. She was his dream. Just thinking about her made Caid's cock grow harder. He jumped from the car, slammed the door, and chased after his dream. ***** Dani lay on the ground, exhausted from the run she had jus endured. Her breast heaved into the air as she tried to catch her breath. She loved to run. It was all she could think about besides Caid. It was almost more exhilarating than sex. Almost. Caid had been a dream come true. He was hot, brilliant, loving, mature, hot...she couldn't believe HE was happening outside a dream. Of course, she had had a crush on him for almost ten years. She had been only eight, he twelve, and to her he was her Jack Dawson. The only thing they had had in common back then, though, was his little sister Beverly, who had happened to be Dani's best friend. It was just a crush back then. But now, as she watched Caid jog towards her, it was love. After years of him tormenting her for being the little girl Bev hung out with and her calling him jerk to his face here and there, it had turned into love. Secret love that is. No one could know that they had contact outside the sister's best friend relationship. And she didn't blame the secret on him. It was only a secret because of her mother. Her mother, Andrea, would have a cow and a horse if she had ever learned that her only daughter was dating. But Dani knew it wasn't that she was dating that was her mother's deep fear. It was the fact that Caid was white. The deep rooted fear wasn't racism, but something far from it. It was that a white man had raped Andrea when she was just eighteen. And the results from that was Andrea herself. She hated that her momma had to live with her nightmare in the form of a daughter. That's why Dani did little to upset her. She got good grades, became popular, and even managed to stay away from boys' constant relationship proposals up until Caid had grown an interest in her. But no matter what, Dani had always reminded her of her nightmares in whatever she did. Her smarts didn't come from her mom, since she was just a C- average student and didn't give a rat's ass about school back in the day. Her mom wasn't a runner, period. She thought the sport was a waste of time. She had even gotten her blue eyes from her father, since no one on her mother's side ever was known to have them. And her mom wouldn't dare like her dating status right now. She has never been, since the rape, comfortable and secure around a white man. "What's on your mind?" Dani lifted her eyelids and stared up to see Caid's handsome face above her. She immediately forgot her thoughts and smiled up shyly. "Nothing important," she responded. Caid had seen the look in her eyes as she had come out of her thoughts and knew she was lying. He didn't want to go that route because he knew it led straight to Momsville. If was a rough subject indeed and right now wasn't the time. "How was that doctor's appointment Friday?" Caid asked while bending down to lay intimately next to Dani. "Okay, I guess. You know how I hate doctors. They're always probing me, tryna find something wrong." Caid laughed at her light southern accent that came out every once in a while. He loved it. It was sexy as hell and had his cock grow a few more inches in his pants. His mind moving to sex, Caid sat up on his elbow and traced his left hand down between Dani's tank covered breast towards the center of her body and back up to her chin. Dani sighed lightly from the feel of Caid's hand so near her skin. He always touched her when he wanted her to get to notice his sexual intentions. It made her horny as hell. She looked into his eyes and read his wants like a clear sunny day. She leaned upward and kissed him ever so softly on the lips. Caid responded in the mutual, kissing back softly as well. He pulled back on the second kiss, teasing her. She growled lightly and Caid came back with a fierce kiss. Dani opened her mouth to let Caid's tongue slide into it. Their tongue's held combat as Dani wrapped her arms around Caid's neck and moaned. She rubbed her body against his, creating a friction that had him wanting even more. He lifted her back slightly to put a hand against her covered back then guided his hand under her tank. After feeling no bra strap, Caid guided his hand to the front of her body to cup a full globe in his giant hand. Dani broke the kiss and threw her hand back to moan at the contact of his hands on her sensitive breast. Caid let his lips travel down Dani's neck, towards her chest while he pulled on her nipple. She moaned even louder and gave into all reservations at to any reservations she had. She took his face in between her hands and brought his lips back to hers. They kissed passionately and soon Caid growled himself. The kiss turned aggressive and do did the tug on her nipple. Dani bit down on Caid's bottom lip and pulled. He responded just as she wanted. He lifted his had from her nipple and grabbed her wrist and forced them down to the grass. She laid back down and he climbed on top of her, pushing a knee in between her legs. She groaned as she felt his dick rock hard on her leg. Caid shifted to side, snaking a hand over her breast, down her stomach to the center of her body. Dani cried out as she felt him touch at the apex between her legs. "Kincaid", she whined, letting him know she was fully turned on when she used the name his mother gave him. "You want this baby?" Caid asked, thrusting upward with his hand against the barrier of her jeans. She only whimpered and tried to close her legs. "You want it?" he reiterated into her ear as he pushed more aggressively at her pussy. "Yes," she cried, moving her hand down to the button of her jeans and unbuttoning it. She started for the zipper when he said, "No sweetie, we have to get to the car first." And with that, he moved his hand from her apex and jumped up from his laying position. He stood, turned, and offered her his hand. She pouted, but took the hand and led him towards the Camaro. He was taking his time in stride so she almost had to drag him to the car. She put on her devilish smile and led her hand to front of his jeans. She rubbed the bulge present and heard him moan at the touch. Caid walked faster to the Camaro and heard Dani laugh at his hurriedness. The little she-devil wants to play games... he thought. When they got at the tree where his car was parked, he shoved her against the tree that was just above his car. She moaned when his lips came down hard on hers. He pushed her wrist against the trunk of the tree and glided his lips down her neck to the top of her overflowing breasts in the small tank she has had since she was fourteen. "Omigod, Kincaid, I need you," Dani stated. She grabbed his hand and led it to her crotch. He was amazed. She was leaking right through her jeans. He grabbed her hand and led her straight to the back door of his Camaro. He opened the door and tossed her inside. He was next inside and landed right on top of her. He sat up and pulled her onto his lap facing towards him. He reached for the end of her tank and pulled it over her head. Her breast bounced free and he immediately leaned forward and took the right nipple into his mouth. "Kincaid!" she screamed, throwing her head back and trying to breathe. He took his hand and guided it towards the center of her body. He unzipped her jeans and pushed his left hand into her pussy. He entered her with two fingers while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She screamed. He took his free hand and started smacking her right ass cheek. She screamed. Dani couldn't believe the sensations rocking her. All the pressure from three sensitive spots were coming down on her hard. She wanted to go over the edge, but didn't. It was too much to handle. Caid bit down hard on her nipple and that was it for her. She screamed out his full name and came. It took a while to stop the amazing orgasms, but she still had after effects. She landed face forward on Caid's chest, eyes closed. He rubbed her bare back, sending chills along her spine. Dani opened her eyes to see Caid looking at her with such love. She was, though, surprised to see his lids half close. That's when she heard the small groan and looked down to see his pale cock standing up to the full nine and a half inches of a man. She widened her eyes and looked on as a voyeur as he rubbed his cock up and down with his bronzed hand. He was not even undress yet he was going at it. To stop his actions, she leaned in and kissed his lips, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. He stopped jacking off enough to help Dani pull his shirt over his head. When he was stripped down to his pants, she climbed off him and sat on the seat. Dani pushed at her jeans and blue panties. She then jumped back on top of him. Caid needed release soon. He didn't touch his cock again, although he wanted to badly. He waited for Dani to finish undressing so he could enter that wet pussy of hers. He looked at her as she undresses and noticed that she was wearing regular panties. He smiled at her moral for not wearing a thong. She thought only hoes wore thongs and that was final. When she climbed back on top, she placed her pussy right above his dick. She started to push down, but was amazed when he held her hips when the tip just entered. "You want my cock?" Caid asked, taking on the superior roll as was his custom. "Yeah," she responded, "I want that cock in me right now. Please, baby, let me have it. You know I need it." With that, Caid plunged in. He pounded in and out, holding her ass as he did so. "You like that don't you?" Caid asked. Dani could only whimper. He kissed her on the lips, before returning his attention on making her cum harder. She started purring and he started to piston. Before long, she came hard. "Kincaid, omigod, Kincaid!" Caid kept going until he reached his climax. He grunted while he squirted into her pink pussy lips. They lay there silently, dreaming of no better life. That's when Dani finally heard the radio and realized that Caid had left it on the whole entire time they had been together. Dolly Parton sang with her southern voice out from the radio into the car. "And I...will always love you...I will always love you..." Dolly sang. Soon Dani was singing softly as well. "Promise me something," Caid said unexpectedly. "Anything," Dani replied with content. "You will always love me, no matter what, we will be together." "Okay. You do the same?" "Swear." ***** Unforgotten Promise Ch. 02 Present Day... "Oh, Danielle," Joseph Harming moaned. Danielle Vincent rolled her eyes to the ceiling as Joseph lay on top of her, being as exaggerating as always. She knew the sex wasn't that good. Well, not good for her. Joseph was definitely not a good lover. He always tried to put too much into the mood and the actual sex. And he was "not as sharp as a tooth pick", as her mother would put it. Any man would know that her moans here and there were being forced. She just didn't feel anything towards him, at least not sexual. Yet I'm on my freakin' back, in his bed... Danielle thought. She was so stupid. Here she is, twenty-two years old, barely out of college, unemployed, and dating the wrong guy. Well the dating thing was completely her fault. ***** After her graduation a month ago, Danielle had gotten drunk at a congratulation party for the graduates. That was a bad thing. She ended up flirting like crazy with her best guy friend, Joseph, and unexpectedly, ended up in his bed, butt naked, the next morning. She couldn't remember what had gone on from the time she was at the party, to the moment she woke up in Joseph's bed. But by the look on his handsome face when he turned over and looked her up and down, she had known that whatever it was had changed their friendship forever. Sure enough, she was right. Three days later, she had confronted him on what had happened. "Joseph, what we did... it's just that...," Danielle had begun. "What baby?" Joseph responded with worry in his eyes and voice. "I was drunk, you see, and..." Joseph took a hold of Danielle hands. "You couldn't have been that drunk not to do what we did. Maybe drunk enough not to have remembered, but... what we had shared together was more than just drunk passion, it was love." Danielle hesitated at his words. Love? No way were they in love. "Joseph, please understand, love is just too complicated, and I know you think it's love, but..." "You told me you loved me!" Joseph almost shouted. That stopped Danielle midsentence. What? Please tell me I did NOT tell this man I loved him? Danielle closed her eyes and tried to think back to that night. It was totally blank. She had never told any man that she loved him. Just one... Danielle didn't let herself go there. She tried again to remember that night, but it didn't happen. Danielle started again. "I couldn't have told you that I love you," Oh shit. She hadn't meant to deny it. She had meant to tell him she hadn't meant it. But really, love? Joseph fumed. "Of course you said it. What, do you think I'm lyin' or somethin'? This is some bullshit. You told me you loved me and now you're being a cock tease. What, did you just use like some toy?" "NO!" She yelled an octave over him. "It's just that I don't remember anything and..." Danielle stopped when she looked into his eyes. Joseph had been her friend since her junior year of college when they had first met. They had never fooled around; Danielle's decision because she knew from rumors around the small campus that he had had a thing for her. She hadn't needed a relationship back then and not at the moment. Now, as she looked into his deep chocolate eyes that were placed onto an angular, chocolate colored face, she saw what she regretted most. Love. It hit her like a bulldozer and her stomach fell. She had made a big mistake. And from the look in his eyes, if she walked away, he wouldn't be alright. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said what she had to say. "Maybe we could give us a try..." Danielle was forced to stop when Joseph got up and gave her a hard kiss on the mouth. She closed her eyes and damned herself to hell when she heard, "Baby, I love you too. We'll always be together, boo." Now she looked up at him as he got off his king size bed. It won't last, she thought. It can't last. "Hey babe, I'm going to this gathering later at Marilyn's. You want to come?" she asked, just to say she did. She knew though today he couldn't. Every Saturday night Joseph went out with his older, pigheaded brothers. They thought themselves as gangstas and claimed they visited the streets just to "catch up with the ones that couldn't get out". She knew it was code for "get high and watch hoes" from a window in their black suburban neighborhood. "Nah, baby, you know me and the brothas gotta hang tonight. You know, visit them hoodrats and catch up with the fellas." Joseph turned around and walked out of his door heading towards his bathroom. Danielle smiled at his chocolate back. He may be fine, kind, and a good friend, but he was predictable. She couldn't wait for tonight. She was finally could go out without Joseph showing her off as some show piece (like it was some kind of big deal that he had a black girl!). She could be as free as a bird. At least, as free a bird could be with just fifty dollars in her purse. ***** Joseph frowned to himself as he walked into his bathroom and shut the door. That was the worst sex of his life, worst than the first time he and Danielle hooked up. And it ain't me either, Joseph thought to himself. Sista just couldn't put it down for a brotha. But it was worth it. Danielle wasn't just your normal piece of ass. She had been his prodigy ever since freshmen year, but she never gave out. He would've thought she was a virgin, but all evidence was present that night that she wasn't anywhere close to being innocent. The only reason he kept her around was because she was eye candy and somethin' every black man wanted for himself. She looked fine as hell in designer clothes and presented herself good in front of his colleagues at his father's business socials. In three years, he would be out of grad school and in the vice president position at the business. Joseph cleaned himself up and grabbed his cell from the sink's counter. He hit speed dial #4 and waited till someone picked up. "What up?" "Hey baby, I'll be at yo place later tonight, alright?" "Who's says you invited?" the sassy voice responded. "Listen, what I say is what I say, now you betta come to that door with that sexy piece I bought you!" Shayla gave an exasperated sigh, "What that ho didn't want tonight?" "Whateva, look I'll be there at eight," and with that he hung up. Women were so stupid. They were just some gold diggin' hoes out to get some money. Shawna was with him because he had cash and Danielle was with because he had told her some bullshit lie that night she had gotten drunk. All a man had to do was say 'I love you' and drop some cash and the hoes comes a runnin; Soon Danielle would be his wife and she won't mind the affairs he has with Shawna and the other women he showed some love; he'll just throw some dollars at her like the cock tease she was. ***** Kincaid Patrick greeted his old high school friend, Kevin Jenson, with a smirk and a manly hug. They hadn't seen each other since they graduated from UNC almost five years ago. They had been partners in crime there and they couldn't believe that here they were, 27 years down the drain and they were both getting married. Kevin was the first to speak, "It's been a long time." "Yeah, too long," Kincaid responded. He looked Kevin up and down and whistled. "You haven't changed a bit." Kevin held up his hands and responded to Kincaid's comment. "You haven't changed either." He looked around Kincaid as if expecting someone. "Where's that beautiful fiancée of yours that I've heard so much about over the phone?" "She decided to come the day of the wedding. She wanted to get some wedding planning in before she came out here to Chicago." Kincaid rolled his eyes as he said it. His fiancée, Rose, always wanted to wedding plan. Wedding plan and spend cash. They had met in college his freshmen year and had stayed friends up until four years ago. She had been trying to court "him" ever since then. Basically, they had nothing in common, but she had been there when he needed someone and it turned out that she wasn't as vain as he thought. "Speaking of brides-to-be, where's yours?" Kincaid fired back. "Out with a few of her friends, so we got the whole house to ourselves. Well... until the big party." Kincaid looked around the massive foyer that he had stepped into moments before. It was huge, with a high ceiling and the whole antique look to it. The house had looked even greater traveling up the long drive way. This house was a clear show of his buddy's Junior CEO Paycheck he gets from the big law firm he works at. Kevin sure does know how to spend his money, Kincaid thought. Look who's talking. Kincaid was a lyris and music writer for the hottest country music artist of the day. He had a house similar to this back in his hometown, all Rose's doing of course. "I got to show you this new big screen Marilyn let me get... it has the best stereo you have ever seen..." Kincaid smiled as Kevin's voice faded as he continued to walk through the house without him. Kevin always seemed to lead and expect people to follow, just like his persona of popularity back in high school. Kevin was to lead and Kincaid was to follow as the second in command. Some things will never change. ***** Danielle smoothed out her the pale royal gold satin of her dress that she wore. The strapless babydoll dress fitted nicely to her curves, enhancing her cleavage and creating the image of long legs on her 5'4" height. Her long legs were the color of coffee and cream, smooth, and bare to the world. Her dainty feet were settled in strappy heels. She had bought the outfit years ago on a spur to tick off her strict mother. She knew the image of her in it was that of a she-devil. The added make-up and gold jewelry made her the image of a goddess. She rang the doorbell of the elaborate home that belonged to her best friend. Marilyn Rodriquez answered the door with a broad smile that was to greet her next guest. Marilyn obviously perked up when she saw a guest she actually knew. "Thank goodness!" Danielle giggled at the response of her best friend and the relief evident in her voice. "Hola, chica!" She greeted. Marilyn hauled her through the doorway and inside the grand foyer. All around them, people dressed in fine clothing mingled. Minor décor was spread amongst the room, along with caterers with hors d'oeuvre and glasses of champagne. Soft music could be heard in the background of the chatter. The elegant party was in full swing. "What took you so long?! Where's that son-of-a-bitch?! Damn, I'm so glad you here!" Marilyn asked in a raspy, annoyed voice that only came when she was trying to keep her cool. Danielle had known her friend too long not to know when she needed answers to calm down. "I had to get ready, he's not a son-of-a-bitch, but he is out doin' his own thang, thank you again, and you look...damn!" Danielle exclaimed without hesitating. "Thank you," Marilyn replied while exhorting the breath that she had been withholding since she asked her first question. Relief filled her because her best friend and someone who wouldn't judge her were finally present. She was pissed off at Kevin's, her fiancé, co-workers. He worked as Junior CEO of his father's company and that meant working with very important and snotty rich people. People who walked around with their nose up their asses. It might have been a stereotype, but those people's attitudes tonight proved truth. And it got on Marilyn's nerves. If Kevin wasn't up for Senior CEO and his bosses, including his father, wasn't present, she would have tossed the rich snobs out on their ass with an adios amigos, suckers as their farewell. Ever since she opened that door to invite the first guest into her home, she had been looked down on. They had gathered in their little cliques, treating themselves to the gossip that surrounded her. Marilyn was lower middle class, defiantly not any southern bell, and clearly not white. She was full blown Puerto Rican straight from the Westside of Chicago. From her slang accompanied with her accent to her round curves that were portrayed on her petite body, she was not at all the type of girl a CEO should call his wife. But, as it was known, Kevin was an addict for girls outside his southern white race. Honestly, Marilyn didn't give a damn if no one liked her, she just didn't like being disrespected. Luckily, Danielle, the only person who could stop her temper, had finally arrived. Danielle and Marilyn had been tight since their senior year of high school when Danielle had transferred into Jackson High School in Chicago. She looked her best friend up and down, amazed at how stunning she looked. Danielle was still the prettiest thing to occupy a room. She grabbed her hand and started walking towards the backyard where Kevin and the party really took place. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you," Marilyn exclaimed. "I'm still furious at you because you didn't come back here to meet Kevin and his old friend. He's absolutely hot!" Danielle feigned confused, saying, "Wait, which one? The friend or Kevin, because you've told me countless times how hot Kevin is "supposed" to be. Ouch!" She rubbed over the spot were Marilyn pinched her. She still couldn't believe that her friend was engaged. Okay, she could believe it, seeing as how spontaneous Marilyn could be. But Danielle couldn't believe that she still hadn't met the guy. Marilyn had vacationed for four months in Texas to visit her unknown half sister. When she came back, Danielle had practically blinded her with a giant diamond. Apparently, Kevin and Marilyn had met their, fallen in love, and a month ago had moved in with each other. "Both, you crazy heifer. But I think you will find the friend more appealing, seeing as how the other is taken. You know what they say. 'best man and maid of honor equals hook up in a storage closet." "NO, they don't! Besides, I'm with Joseph, so technically I'm off limits." Danielle humped at that and stuck her nose into the air like some royal brat. "Aahh, but until that SOB Joseph gives you the climax of your life, young padi-wan, single woman you are." Both ladies laughed loudly at Marilyn's imitation of their favorite movie character, Yoda. Their laughter startled the rest of the occupants that were in the house being nosy. They stared at the best friends as if they had just rudely interrupted a funeral. "I tell you, they don't know how to grow up," one middle-aged woman commented snidely to a group of other middle-aged women while sipping on a martini. By the looks of her heavy make-up and bottle blonde hair, it looked like she didn't want to grow up. Danielle paid no attention to her or the other people that stared. She was the only black person in the house, and it looked like, the whole party. People stared at her not only because of her race, but of her beauty. She looked gorgeous in her dress, her face dainty and angular. Shapely dark eyebrows hooded over blue eyes, something in contrast to her ethnicity. Her petite frame was showed off perfect in the dress. Danielle knew she rocked that outfit and she wore it with pride. As they stepped outside, the sounds of chatter and quiet music filled the night, along with the evident noise of nature. Lights were placed all around the backyard, which held an Olympic size lighted pool and a bar area that housed a small kitchen. People, mostly men, occupied the yard, standing in groups, talking up business and politics. Marilyn had stopped walking to look for her man in a group. Danielle was glad for the pause, but soon was dragged across the yard towards the largest group. Many turned to look at the women as they made their way through the crowd, staring with opened mouths. A few weren't hesitant in openly staring with lust in their eyes. Danielle just kept looking straight, too excited to meet this Kevin. The moment they were at the group, the men parted and a man walked straight up to Marilyn, kissing her forehead. All conversation was silenced, except for two men in particular who were faced opposite of the group, deep in their own talk to even notice the ladies. Danielle suspected that the man who went straight to Marilyn was Kevin. She really didn't get a good look at him because he turned Marilyn into a huddle so they could share a light kiss, though obviously intimate. Marilyn grabbed Kevin's hand and turned him towards Danielle to introduce them. "Babe, meet the infamous Danielle. Danielle, the scrumptious Kevin..." Marilyn dragged off her sentence when she saw the look on Kevin's face. He looked as if he was seeing a ghost. Have the ever met? Marilyn turned to look at Danielle to answer her suspicion. Danielle looked confused and occupied, as if trying to place his face. And that is exactly what she was doing. Where have I seen him before? Danielle asked herself, racking her brain for memory. Then, as another person entered their private circle, she froze. "Hey, Kevin your father was just telling me about..." Kincaid trailed off as he saw what was before him. Standing not even five feet away from him was the girl that had disappeared with his heart five years ago.