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Love Letter Ch. 01

By: db_01



Lover,

Where do I begin? It's been two short weeks and already I know that I will never meet another woman quite like you. What was it you said, standing behind me in the checkout line the afternoon that I met you? We couldn't have talked for more than a few minutes and as we walked out of the store you looked up at me and asked if I'd like to go get a cup of coffee with you. I remember laughing and telling you that I lived on coffee. I think I was already under your spell, even then.

Two nights later when I picked you up for dinner I could hardly speak when you opened the door and I saw you. You were in baggy jeans and a loose top at the coffee shop and I know that you couldn't look bad no matter the outfit, but that night you were incredible. The perfume, the dress that clearly told me that you had little or nothing on underneath it and your eyes sparkling and teasing me at the same time.

I'm writing today because the memories of last night have kept me from doing anything constructive. I want you know how I feel and maybe words are the best way to preserve this.

I remember watching you as you slid down on top of me, slowly taking me deep inside of you. Your hands were flat on my chest, supporting yourself. Your chin dropped to your chest, hair falling over your face, and when you lifted it back up and said " I want all of you tonight" I felt this aura begin to grow from between us.

You have this way of rolling your hips that is so sensual, your eyes never leaving mine, the muscles inside of you moving with your hips, massaging my shaft, drawing the head in even deeper, sucking at it, caressing it. I love how you hold my head to your breasts as I suck hard on your nipples and how it causes you to squeeze me even tighter inside.

How long did we make love last night? How many times did I hear you crying out, not in pain but in ecstasy? I came so hard and so many times, even after I thought I had nothing left to give. You would take me into that mouth of yours or take me into your hands and coax me back to life, telling me over and over that you wanted all of me tonight.

Be prepared lover, I will have my turn soon and will revisit this evening. Two can play this game of passion that we find ourselves in and you know how I love a challenge. Be prepared..*kiss*

Love Letter Ch. 02



The first letter was mostly fantasy or at least it wasn't about any one lover. Last night I met a fantasy so once again my keyboard called me...

Dinner last night was wonderful. Your laughter, your smile and your ever sparkling eyes kept my complete attention even when you were chastising me to play nice with our wait staff. He was a cutie, you're right. The perfume you wore was everywhere and nowhere and I remembered it today during stolen minutes when I was back with you instead of in front of this screen.

I'm not sure if I learned more about you or myself last night. I though I was the one with the wealth of experience. Time and time again as we spoke you caused me to think hard about what you were revealing to me. What hit me the hardest was listening to you describe the game and the hunt. Is it possible for two to be on the hunt at the same time? If so, I think we both bagged trophies last night.

It's been a while since I read to anyone in person and I think you discovered where that takes me. I see all of those moments again and you had to hear it in my voice as you sat quietly with your eyes closed and traveled there with me. I remember you reaching out, your fingertips finding my chin, turning my mouth to yours and kissing me softly, enveloping me in your scent. I remember the sensations that the contact created. The arousal was immediate.

You told me how my words touched someplace deep inside, how without knowing you when I wrote them, that I was writing about you. I remember moving to sit beside you, my lips trailing over your shoulder and neck, how your breath caught in your throat for a moment when my lips brushed close to your ear. My finger tips began their journey of learning contours and textures, stroking your hair and the underside or your chin and I swear you were purring as I did.

I spent an eternity between you legs last night finding out more and more about what really does set you off. You start out being so quiet, so gentle in your movements and then as my tempo and intensity increases your hands start to move all over your breasts and down near your clit, exposing even more of it to my hungry mouth. By the third or fourth climax you were growling and so much more vocal. I couldn't get enough of you and you never pulled away from my lips and tongue.

You didn't pull away when I was inside of you either. The longer I kept stroking the further you pulled back your legs. I don't think it's possible to be any deeper inside of you then I was last night. You let me set the pace as well and even if it was just a little more than usual, I know you let a bit more of yourself lose to play. I love how you never seem to completely stop moving either as we lay there afterwards.

Lying like spoons you kept rolling your hips back against me and when you reached with your hand to gently stroke me it started all over again. The second time was rougher, less controlled as we moved with and against each other. I remember how your hands felt on my chest and I promise your breasts will see the same contact the next time you find yourself riding on top of me.

This morning may have been the best. I woke with the memories of the hours before still close to my consciousness and when I slid in between your lips you were already wet and ready. There are no words to describe how it feels when you move beneath me. It makes no difference if you are on your back or stomach, you have a way of moving that drives me on and on. 

You told me you had been searching for another that has the courage to accept the challenge of satisfying you and your hunger and for as long as I'm here, I promise to do just that. 

Feeding time is in about 6 hours, isn't it?



Love Letter Ch. 02



Hey guys. Don't forget to check out my blog. Here's chapter 2. And thanks to my editor Mococoa :)

**LilMami07**

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"What's the matter with you?" Ashley asked while fishing through the fridge for something to hold her over until dinner.

"Nothing. Why are you here?" Brian asked frustrated. It's not that he didn't love his sister, because he did. Something about her just irked his short nerves.

"Well dearest brother, I just so happen to live here too," she said matter-of-factly.

"I know, but why are you here? Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Jeez. Someone's crabby today. What's your deal?"

Brian waved her off and went down the hall to his bedroom. He plopped down lazily on his bed and let his eyes close so that he was greeted with darkness. The only thing he kept seeing was the hurt on his Giselle's face when he questioned her about the baby. Their baby. He felt like such a douche. God knows what she must feel like trying to deal with this alone.

He'd known Giselle for a really long time, and she was one of his best friends. If she said she was pregnant, she was. She wouldn't lie about that. She never lied about anything. The thought of fatherhood at such a young age terrified him. There was so much more he wanted to do. To become.

He loved Giselle, but they weren't in a relationship. She felt it was best that way. But she promised him that even if he wasn't exclusive with her, he would be her only. She had too much respect for herself to sleep around. He'd never thought about having kids, but he knew Giselle would make a good mother. He watched her help raise her brothers. She was good with them.

She gave him the cold shoulder at school and didn't want him around. But he couldn't just walk away. He made a promise to Josiah and Isaiah that he'd always be the big brother they never had. He took them to their football practice and games throughout the week. Sometimes their mother had to work and Giselle was trying hard to juggle them, school full-time and a part-time job, so he stepped in. They needed a man in their lives, and he wanted to be a positive role model to them. He wished his own dad had a more active role in his life.

************

Giselle walked into the house and watched her brothers trample around in the living room as her mother finished getting dressed for work.

"Guys, Brian said he's gonna be a little late. He has more important things to do," she said slamming the paper, the mail and her things down onto the kitchen table.

"Ahh man," Josiah whined. "We wanted to get there early so we could beat Michael. He's always first."

"Well I could take y'all," she offered.

"Hell no," Isaiah insisted. "I don't want everybody to see you take us there. You're a girl."

"Boy you better watch your mouth!" their mother yelled from the back room. "I'll have it so you don't go to football practice for a week!"

Giselle laughed as Isaiah stuck his tongue at his mother.

"And you better not be making faces at me neither."

"I'm not," Isaiah lied.

"So either I can take you and you'll be early, or you can wait around for him," Giselle offered. Isaiah made a disgusted face.

"We'll wait, Giselle," Josiah said.

"Okay," Giselle said smiling at him. He was always the good one. Isaiah was the devil. She shrugged and went to her room.

************

Giselle half-heartedly flipped through the pages in her yellow legal pad full of confessions, secrets, and thoughts. She hadn't written in it in months. She'd been too wrapped and tied up in her and Brian's hump fest to write. But now she had to vent or she'd explode. Certain things she couldn't talk to Ashley about. Like fucking her brother and winding up pregnant.

October 3rd

What a blah day. I hate that bitch Victoria. If I could strap her to a rocket and blast her ass to Mars I would. She's just trying to get next to Brian. He's probably fucked her already. Ughhh. I'm tired of it all. I'm a mess; an emotional wreck. I didn't know being pregnant could make you feel like this. On top of that, I'm on my own with this. Why doesn't Brian believe me? He's the only guy I've ever slept with. I don't know what I'm gonna do. Ashley's gonna flip out once she finds out her brother's the father of my baby. She's going to hate me and resent my baby, and then I'm gonna be friendless. She'll probably tell Victoria all my secrets, so she'll have more shit to embarrass me about. Life was so much simpler when I was a kid. Broken bones, cuts and scrapes hurt a lot less than a broken heart. Loneliness is about the scariest thing there is.

The sound of a door slamming shut obstructed her train of thought. Giselle sighed and closed her pad and went to look out her window. She saw him standing outside hugging her mom, and Isaiah and Josiah ran up to him. Giselle rolled her eyes and plopped back down on her bed. Maybe if she closed her eyes and counted down from 100 he'd disappear.

************

Giselle found herself sitting beside the little dark-haired, grey-eyed girl Mrs. Graham referred to as Ashley. Giselle would sit by herself like she always did and watch on as the girl harassed the other third grade classmates. She'd just reach over and grab Giselle's markers if she laid them down. She picked on one girl about her lunchbox and another boy about his glasses. She threatened to call her mother on the teacher because she was told she would have to miss recess for her behavior.

One day, Ashley sauntered over to the raven-haired silent Giselle and began playing with her pigtails. Giselle looked at the girl out of the corner of her eye before turning toward her.

"My mom doesn't want people touching my hair," Giselle squeaked out. Honestly, she was a little frightened. She'd seen what Ashley was capable of, and Giselle was never good at confrontation.

"Oh," Ashley said flatly. She eyed the brown skin, raven-haired girl and gave her a big toothy smile. "Do you want to be friends?"

Giselle didn't know what to say. She looked around the class at the other students who never gave her the time of day. She eyed the fat boy in the corner who always teased her. If Ashley was her friend, no one would mess with her she thought before looking back into Ashley's large grey eyes and replied simply.

"Sure."

The two were best friends ever since. Neither was too good at making friends. Giselle was too bashful and meek while Ashley spoke her mind and didn't hesitate to hurt someone's feelings. But Ashley always treated Giselle kindly and had her back in any situation.

"Brian, this is my new best friend Giselle. Giselle, this is my doofus brother Brian," Ashley said the day her mom brought the two girls to her house after school.

Giselle blushed as she stared at Ashley's older brother. He was cute. Really cute. Everything about this family was beautiful, from their large house to the people.

"Cool name. Nice to meet you Giselle," he replied politely.

It was love at first sight for Giselle. She knew she didn't stand a chance though. She was 9 and he was 13. Ashley had said that Brian talked on the phone to girls, played sports and stayed up late. Giselle's mom didn't let her talk on the phone to boys, and she had to be in bed by 9 p.m. He was way too cool for her.

Over the years Brian had come to like Giselle. He knew she had a crush on him, but he didn't let that affect their friendship. She wasn't like his bratty sister. She was quiet, and he could actually hold a conversation with her. She became a permanent fixture in their lives and one of his best friends.

He met her mother and father. Eventually her father fell off the face of the earth and left Giselle's mom to raise three children by herself. Giselle was a good girl. She did whatever she could to help her mother. Even in her teenage years, on many occasions, she would pass up opportunities to hang out and stay home to watch her younger brothers. She even got a job at 16 to help out with the finances.

She'd always acted mature for her age, but once her body caught up with her mind, Brian noticed. He watched her transform from a shy pig-tail wearing little girl to a beautiful smart young woman.

He escorted the dateless Giselle to her senior prom against her will. It was Ashley's idea. He didn't mind, though. That way he could make Giselle's night special while keeping an eye on his sister, protecting her against and warning off all the jerks who looked in her direction.

That night was special all right.

The two families got along great, but Brian wasn't so sure how much they would react once news got out Giselle was pregnant with his baby.

He knew how his parents were. They were snooty as hell and were all about reputation. Knocking a girl up would not look good in their eyes, unless she was from a wealthy family. He just wouldn't tell them. It's not like they came around often enough to find out. That's how they were. They'd always been like that. Distant. So far away yet in the same house. His parents were a good support system financially. They bought him and Ashley things, but that was it. They weren't there emotionally. Giselle's mom was there for him though. She was his second mom. He could talk about anything with her, and she acted as if she actually cared. She wasn't rich, but she busted her ass to take care of what was hers and was very protective over her children. No matter how old they got, they would always be her babies. Who really cared what his parents would think about Giselle's pregnancy? It was her mom he was worried about disappointing.

************

"Josiah made a touchdown today," Brian said between forkfuls of homemade mashed potatoes.

After the boys' football games, they had all sat down to the family's table and ate the late meal Giselle's mother had prepared. It was a routine thing for them. They ate together at least once a week. These people were Brian's second family.

"Good job baby. I'm proud of you."

Josiah gave a wide toothy grin to his mother across the dinner table.

"I tackled David today, and he's really big," Isaiah chimed, not wanting to be forgotten. Josiah always got attention.

"Yea," Brian chuckled, "right before you kicked him in the side and had to sit out for a quarter."

"Isaiah!" His mother exclaimed. "Now I done told you about that little temper of yours. You gon' mess around and get your ass beat one of these days."

"No I'm not. I'll knock 'em out, mama. I'm tough."

"Yea. Keep it up and see how tough you are. You better get that outta your system, boy. You ain't gonna turn out to be one of these little hard-headed trouble makers."

Isaiah sighed loudly and rolled his eyes at Brian.

"And don't get mad at Brian and act ashamed. He didn't tell you to kick that boy. I do too much to keep you on the right path for you to mess up. I'm tired of talkin' to you about it, too. Now you gonna straighten up or Imma pull you off that team, you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am," he pouted.

"You better," she said sternly before turning her attention to her daughter. "Giselle, baby. You're mighty quiet over there, and you barely touched your plate. What's the matter?"

Brian looked down at his plate and Giselle looked up at her mother.

"Nothing Mama. I'm just not really hungry, I guess," she shrugged.

"You feel okay?" she asked concerned.

"I'm okay."

Giselle's mother eyed her suspiciously. Giselle hated when she did that. Her mother could always see straight through her children's lies. Giselle smiled at her mother before slowly reaching for her fork to force down a helping of sour cream and chive flavored mashed potatoes. Her mother looked away and at Brian.

"So how's school, Brian?"

"It's good. I can't wait until May though."

"Graduation?"

"Yep. Finally."

"Well that's good, son. Any plans for after that?"

"Well I've been doing some researching. I've seen a few places hiring people with bachelors of science. I'm sure I can find a job."

"Well that's great. Don't you forget about us when you become wealthy and successful, now," she joked.

"Oh no ma'am," he smiled. "How could I forget my Mama?"

Giselle got up and started clearing the table and the phone rang. Isaiah jumped up and raced for it.

"Who is this?" he said into the receiver. After a few seconds he yelled, "Mama! There's some white lady on the phone!"

His mother snatched the phone from him and popped him on the bottom, mouthing for him to go bathe. He stomped off.

Josiah emptied his and Isaiah's plate and handed it to Giselle.

"Thanks Jo," she smiled weakly.

Josiah returned her smile with a cheeky one of his own. He gave Brian a hard high-five and then zoomed down the hall into his room.

Brian helped Giselle with the dishes, and she would see him in her peripheral looking at her. She cleared her throat before speaking.

"You don't have to help. You can leave," she said harshly.

"No," he said grabbing the plate out of her hand. "I want to."

"Oh. Well let me rephrase that. Leave. I don't want you here," she said snatching the plate from his hand before it slipped from her soapy hand, hitting the floor."

"Shit," they said in unison.

They both bent down the pick up the large pieces of the shattered plate.

"I got it!" she said angrily. "Go."

"No. I got it."

"No! Just leave! Get the fuck out," she said frustrated. She was mad that he wouldn't leave. She didn't want to look at him or see him interact with her family like he belonged anymore. She felt hot tears burn the back of her eyes. She had a hard time keeping her emotions in check lately. She knew pregnant women were moody, but damn. Why wouldn't he just go?

Her mother heard the commotion and quickly appeared in the kitchen staring between Giselle and Brian.

"What's going on in here? Giselle, why are you crying? Are you okay?" she asked rushing over to her.

"Nothing. I dropped the plate. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Brian, grab that broom and dustpan. Don't try to pick it up. You'll cut yourself."

Brian did as she said and scooped up the pieces of porcelain.

"I swear these people gonna work me to death," she said shaking her head. "I gotta go in at 7 a.m. tomorrow. Can you take the boys to school in the morning?"

"Yea, I can do that. I got a test tomorrow, so I'll get out of class early. I can pick them up too."

"Thank you baby," her mother said kissing her cheek. "Now let me go get these boys ready for bed. I gotta hit the sheets too. If I don't see you again tonight, I love you both. Brian, don't be speeding up these highways, neither. Be safe. And Giselle, make sure you lock up when he leaves."

"I know Mama," Giselle said exasperated.

"Okay," her mother waved innocently and smiled while disappearing down the hall.

Giselle glared at Brian and went back to cleaning the dishes. She took her time and did them while he watched her. She retreated to her bedroom with him on her heels.

"Why don't you just leave," she hissed.

"Because I don't feel like going home and hearing about Ashley's night. I don't feel like hearing her talk period."

"That's mean. She's your sister."

"She's your best friend. You go talk to her. I talk to her all the time."

"We could trade. You can go there and I can stay here," he said throwing himself onto her bed and closing his eyes.

Giselle scoffed, grabbed some clothes and left the room. She came back a few minutes later in her sleeping clothes to find Brian with his back turned to her. He was sitting on the right edge of her bed with his shoulders slumped. She took in how his black t-shirt hugged his triceps and stretched across the width of his broad back.

When he heard her come in, her looked over his shoulder at her and gave her a look she couldn't read. He turned back around and looked down at the wrinkles piece of stationary.

March 15, 2006

Dear Brian,

You and Ashley are my best friends in the whole world. I don't know where I'd be without you guys. You stepped in and took on the role of big brother to my little brothers. I liked you ever since I laid eyes on you. I know you think I'm just a kid, but I'm not. I'll be 18 in only four more years, but I feel much older than I am. I hope that one day we can be together. I love you so much, and hopefully one day you'll love me just as much as I love you.

Love Always,

Giselle

"Brian what are you doing?" Giselle asked walking around to stand in front of him. Realization hit her and she stood there horrified. "Give that back," she said snatching the paper from his hands, ripping it in the process. "Leave my stuff alone, asshole."

"Giselle, I --"

"Shut up and get out," she whined embarrassed.

"Gigi," he said quietly, standing up and towering over her small frame as she diverted her eyes.

"No."

"Gigi," he repeated more quietly. Seductively.

She looked up at him and wanted to push him away and hug him at the same time.

"I don't know what to do, Gigi. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," she quipped. "It's not your problem. It's mine."

"Don't say that," he whispered.

His whispering and talking quietly was doing something to her. And the way he stared at her made her want to hump him right then and there. Damn hormones. Against her better judgment, she stood on her tip toes and placed her lips on his.

Brian immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed. His hands found their way up her baby t-shirt. He groped her fleshy breasts roughly, eliciting soft moans. His fingers then traveled lower and into her panties, making her moan and pant even louder.

"Shhh babe. Your mom's down the hall."

She nodded and stared up at him through hooded eyes. She reached for his crotch and he shooed her hand away. He rubbed her engorged clit with his thumb, while he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Giselle clawed at his shirt and licked at his lips while he brought her to an intense orgasm.

Giselle turned on her side and felt Brian creep up behind her and spoon. She felt soft kisses on the nape of her neck and she found herself surrendering to them.

She smiled and let her eyes close as she felt Brian's fingers trace small circles on her belly. She wished they could stay that way forever. Their little family. That was her last thought before she began to let sleep overcome her. She began to drift off to sleep when she felt his fingers stop. She felt the bed dip and heard him shuffle around. The patter of his feet came from around the other side of the bed towards her side until they halt in front of her. She didn't move. She opened her eyes and looked up at him in a knowing way.

Don't talk, don't say a thing. Cause your eyes they tell me more than your words.

He quietly walked out. He left her.

Loneliness IS the scariest thing there is.



Love Letter Ch. 03



It's been years since I wrote anything new but an amazing woman provided some inspiration and she did ask me to write a story for her. It's part fantasy/fiction and part truth and only A knows which is which. Enjoy!

LL3 - For A

There were emails back and forth, the usual questions, a couple of phone conversations and then the day was here. The first meeting was upon them. He left work a little later than planned and drove a little faster than normal because he didn't want to be late. He's like that.

The drive over did nothing to stop the nervous little butterflies that he felt and when he called that he was close she said out of the blue 

"I don't know why but I'm a bit nervous about this." 

First lust and butterflies always seem to go together and all he could think of was that he was fine till she said that. Now they were back in full force. His memory had always been good and simple directions should have been easy to remember but he was distracted and had to call back a second time when he took a wrong turn. 

"I haven't even met her yet and look at me," he thought.

By the time he got to her door he felt better and with a bottle of wine in hand he rang the bell. He wasn't prepared for what he saw when it opened. Dark hair, full lips, sparkling eyes, a revealing top and a killer smile made him take a deep breath before saying "hi, I'm D." 

As he followed her in he noticed the rest of her and decided that she was indeed a very complete package. She offered him a drink and before opening the wine noticed that in fact she already had one opened. Knowing that she had asked him to pick up a bottle on the way made him relax a little. 

"I'm not the only one struggling a little here," he thought. 

They toasted, moved to the couch, and talked for a bit, finding that they had a number of things in common and trying to act confident and relaxed but it wasn't easy, at least for him. His heart kept a steady accelerated pace and he finally asked if she minded if he took a quick shower to clean up a bit. Under the spray he had a few minutes to regroup and by the time he stepped out and dried himself some of the nervousness was gone. 

He walked out in only a towel and she said "I should show you where the bedroom is" before she took his hand and walked in with him. 

"I hope you don't mind the AC being on but you'll appreciate it later, I tend to run a little hot." 

All he could do was smile.

She went to retrieve their wine glasses and when she returned he helped her pull the duvet and extra pillows off of the raised 4-poster bed that dominated the bedroom. After pulling back the sheet she brushed off the crumbs that were there and laughed about eating in bed. The old saying about eating crackers in bed flashed through his mind as well as the image of her eating something much more substantial before the afternoon was over.

He dropped the towel from around his waist, climbed up into the bed, and watched her reveal her flawless body taking off her top first, then shorts and finally the tiny panties before she joined him. She lay on her back in a classic pose, hair spread out on the pillow behind her, legs loosely apart with one knee bent so that he couldn't help but notice that she was completely shaven and already a little moist. He rolled over on his side and watched as she slowly trailed one finger between her breasts, down her smooth, flat stomach and then back up to her breasts again. 

The small talk between them had continued until a natural pause happened and she looked in his eyes and asked, "What do you like?" 

His fingertips started tracing along her arm and then over her shoulder by the time he replied "I like touching, memorizing the texture and contours, listening to how your body responds, learning how to take care of what it needs... Oral of course, giving or receiving... A slow teasing hand job at the end of a massage... The way your body is becoming so sensitive to the slightest touch."

"What about you, your favorite position" he asked? 

"I know it sounds boring but I have to say missionary," she said. 

"It makes it easier to have your cock hit that perfect spot when I'm on my back" she continued. 

He smiled in reply and laughed a little before telling her "I guess that means my hands won't be free to play with those awesome breasts."

"I guess not," she said. 

"You'll just have to play with them now."

He leaned over closer and traced the tip of his tongue along the side of her breast and heard the sharp intake of breath from her that it caused. His hand in the mean time was moving back from the inside of her knee before sliding gently up along the lips surrounding her pussy. She flinched very noticeably when his fingertip touched her clit the first time and began to circle it slowly. By the time his tongue had gotten to her aureole the nipple was already erect begging to be sucked into his mouth. Catching it between his lips he started a rhythmic sucking and her whole body began to move, undulating like a slow motion wave.

"Yessss" he heard this time when as her lips spread themselves beneath his fingertip and he felt all of the wetness that was seeping from inside her. He worked a finger in slowly, a bit at a time until fully inside he could curl it up and gently stroke back towards the opening when for the first time he took her stiff nipple between his teeth. 

"Unhhh" was all she could say for a few seconds before smiling and said, "you know about the spot huh?" 

"Age and some experience does count for something" he said before attacking her breast and nipple again. 

Grabbing his head for a moment she rolled towards him and drew his mouth to her other breast. She spread her legs wider at the same time and reached with one hand to put it on top of his.

"Show me how," he said. "Show me just what you like." 

For minutes they continued like this. He played back and forth between her breasts, never too rough and always in a tempo with palm that rubbed in circles over her clit and his finger that slid in and out of her pussy before curling up again inside of her. It didn't matter that she had barely touched him yet. He wanted to find out the signals her body would send as her pleasure peaked towards that first climax.

"Let it out." "Let that first one loose" he said. 

"The rest of them are so easy to get to if you get that first one out of your system," he said while nuzzling the side of her neck. 

His mouth was still there when her legs clamped together and her back arched as the rush of climaxing swept over her. The walls of her pussy squeezed so tight he could barely move his finger inside of her so instead he focused on continuing to move his palm against her clit so the orgasm could continue. Her eyes weren't closed for this. Instead she was watching him as he worked his magic, ("that's what it was, magic" she thought,) on her body hoping he wouldn't stop any time soon. They had just met and yet he knew so much about her.

By the time she relaxed her legs he was ready to finally taste her. She was at a plateau now, a pleasurable one where she could cum by rubbing her clit against his hand but they were little cums now, after shocks. 

The lips of her pussy were fat with excitement and her clit was easily visible and almost begging to be played with. 

"She's even gorgeous down here," he thought as he slid around to get in between her legs. 

She was ready to offer her pussy to his hungry mouth and reached with both hands to pull her legs back, opening herself further for him. 

"Will he guess right and not bother to tease me?" she thought?

A slow lick from below her opening was all it took for her to move her hands from her legs to his head and she guided his mouth to cover the top of her slit and his tongue would focus on her clit. It was large and sensitive and wonderful to suck in between his lips while he rolled his tongue across the top of it. She went nuts and exploded against his mouth. She had been that ready to cum hard again only this time she wasn't going to stop at one.

He moved his head up so that he didn't leave her clit without attention and slid his middle finger inside her once again. As soon as he reached that spot she starting talking to him, telling him "right there, right fucking there, don't stop" and then she came harder, her whole body bucking against the bed, her legs capturing his head and hand between them, groaning loudly as she rode the waves of pleasure that engulfed her.

There was nothing he could do but ride out her passion, no way to tell how many times she came this time. When she finally relaxed (and he finally stopped touching her clit) there was nothing to say except to look at each other's face and chuckle. 

"Whew, that was so nice to be able to give you that" he said. 

"Oral really is a gift, you know, to give to someone else that is willing to kind of lay themselves bare in front of you" he continued. 

"You have to trust your partner, you know what I mean" he added and looked at her to be sure he wasn't just rambling on. 

"I know what you mean" she assured him and then with a wicked grin said, "now it's my turn."

It was her turn to crawl in between his legs and she ended up perpendicular to him lying over the top of one of them. She was hungry and wasn't interested in teasing so when she lowered her head to his cock she took as much of him in as she could and began sucking up and down the shaft with urgency. She felt him reach down and spread his hand across for the cheek of her ass before grabbing it and then start thrusting back in rhythm to her mouth. "He's not the only one that knows how to use their mouth," she thought as she continued to suck on his cock, licking wetly all over the head when she wanted him to feel something different.

"Get up here" he said and she looked at him and asked "how"? 

"Straddle my face while your sucking me, I want some more of your pussy." 

"It's too sweet to leave it without attention" he told her.

A few seconds later she was indeed straddling his face and his tongue sought to drive inside of her as he pulled her closer. She lowered her mouth back to his cock and began once again to try to swallow him whole. She wouldn't last long with his mouth on her pussy again and she so wanted him to feel the pleasure he had already given her.

As soon as he took her clit in his lips she was off again, cumming quickly, distracted to the point of not being able to suck his lovely cock any longer. He sensed this and eased back on the assault on her clit and instead licked slowly from bottom to top of her slit to try to bring her back down to at least a plateau. Some time later she moved to no longer straddle his face and lay down on her back next to him. 

She reached over with her hand to stroke the side of his face and said "so much for the warm up, are you ready to fuck me yet?" 

He could only laugh and nod his head while he got up on his knees, reached to the nightstand for the condom and opened it. As much as he disliked them he knew there was no other way but he would be sure that next time they were ultra thin. Today it wouldn't matter if the damn things were 1/4 inch thick. He was aroused and excited by this goddess in the bed with him and as long as he could slide inside that marvelously tight pussy he didn't care. He wanted her!

She reached down with both hands and spread her outer lips for him, her eyes never leaving the sight of his cock moving ever closer to her opening. She was ready to fuck and fuck hard. Not like the last "stud" that was in her bed that couldn't last more than a minute inside of her. If this guy was half as good with his cock as he was with the rest of his body she was in for a wild ride.

She had to consciously try to relax her pussy in order to get more that just the head inside of her. She knew from having him in her mouth that he was only a bit larger than average and that she had taken in bigger but he had done things to her that had her clamped so tight that even a finger penetrating was going to be work and she wanted all of that gorgeous cock in her and in her Now!

He spread his knees further apart to lower his hips and that combined with her pulling one leg back to her breast was enough of a change of angle to allow him to slide the rest of the way inside her. They shared a moment just staring into each other eyes before she pulled his mouth to hers and thrush her tongue into his mouth. 

"A hell of a first kiss" he thought and then noticed that it was more than that. 

Her mouth and tongue were telling him what she wanted, how she wanted it. She was fucking his mouth with her tongue and he soon was following suit with his cock. 

"This is it, what it's fucking supposed to be" he thought. 

She was incredibly tight and cumming hard underneath him so he simply slid all the way in and rolled his hips, rubbing her clit between them as he did and let the orgasms roll through before with that mouth of hers she signaled "again" to him, "I'm ready again."

By the third time she had cycled through the climaxes and short cool downs he no longer was listening to what her body was demanding. He shifted his hips once more so that every stroke in had the head of his cock pushing against the upper walls of her pussy and then let it all go.

It didn't matter that she was cumming constantly now or that it might have been too much. He wanted to finish what he started and cum buried deep inside of her. He knew he was close and the combination of the little extra swelling that happens and her spasming pussy was the bit of friction against the head of his cock that he needed.

The first spurt exploded out of his cock followed by at least a dozen more as he drove deep inside of her and then rolled his hips to maximize the contact of the head of his cock against the deepest part of her pussy. In response to his climax she wrapped her legs around his hips and worked to hold him in so that they could both savor the post climax spasms that always seem to follow from such intense coupling. They happened erratically and caused his cock to twitch and her pussy to clench while they both continued to breathe heavily.

Minutes later when he raised himself off of her chest he looked at the face below. He bent his head down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and thought, "the next time will be even better." 

Out loud he whispered " that was special my dear, truly, truly special."

She let out a breath and just smiled back. What else was there to say?

Later as they sat and shared a cigarette they picked up where they left off in their conversation on the couch. It was easy to open up now that the "first time" was over.

She offered and he took a quick shower and after dressing and a comparison of schedules they planned for their next time together. They would have been surprised to hear the other's thoughts once he was on the other side of the door to the apartment and on his way back to his car. 

"It's scary how good that was, a very good scary!" 

They agreed about that and about a lot more they discovered but that remains to be told in another story...... perhaps.

DB

7/25/04 



Love Letter Ch. 03



Giselle lied in bed staring at her closed door hoping maybe if she stared enough, he'd have a change of heart and wander back through it. Minutes passed. It was a little after midnight, so she slowly and disappointedly rose from her bed and headed to lock up like her mother had reminded her. 

She headed for the front door to put the deadbolt across it but did otherwise. She hadn't heard his Honda's muffler or him rev up and leave. She unlocked the door and turned the knob to be greeted by a cold October night. She stepped out onto the low-lit porch and winced as the brisk wind blew harshly. It reminded her that she was barely dressed. She looked around and rubbed her bare arms to generate heat before closing the door behind her. She walked over to the wooden railing that closed in the porch, and leaned against it. She closed her eyes as the wind blew stray strands of hair against her face. When she opened her eyes she spotted him.

Brian sat in his car and watched as the wind blew and Giselle closed her eyes. He knew she was probably upset despite the serene look she was giving off. He was sure thousands of thoughts were going through her mind just as they were his. 

He had to leave. For one, he didn't want her mother finding out and flipping out on him. Secondly, he was scared. He was scared of so many things despite the facade he put up. He was afraid of fatherhood. He was scared of the way things felt so right with Giselle. He didn't want to get too close to her in fear that they'd only end up being apart. He was graduating soon. He'd told Giselle's mother that he was looking into some jobs, and he was. But the one job opportunity that caught his eye was miles away. The thought of breaking Giselle's heart by abandoning her ripped him to pieces. They weren't officially a couple but despite Giselle's thoughts and beliefs, she was his heart. She was the only girl he was having sex with. 

Victoria was just a jealous girl with a huge chip on her shoulder. She wanted Brian for herself and had always being so used to getting anything she wanted. She didn't take to rejection so well. She saw that Giselle was too close to Brian for comfort and immediately considered her a threat, sinking her claws and fangs into her victim whenever she saw fit. But she wasn't a factor. He didn't want her. He wanted Giselle. He just wasn't sure if he was ready for all the obligations that's came with being with her. 

Brian laughed bitterly at his last thought. He could believe he'd even thought that. That growing baby was just as much his as it was Giselle's responsibility.

He looked back up at the dimly-lit porch she stood on and saw that her eyes were on him. She stared at him a few moments more before heading back into the house and dead bolting the door.

Restless hearts sleep alone tonight.

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Giselle closed her eyes and thought back to that first night when all of this began.

"A Teenage Dream," Ashley read the invitation aloud. "I bet they're gonna have Katy Perry there."

"Really Ashley? Really?" Giselle asked with her hand on her hip. "Katy Perry at our prom? Don't think so," she laughed and shook her head in disbelief.

"Yea, I know. But wouldn't that be great? Our prom would be the talk of the century! Gosh, I should've got mom and dad to pay to get her. Then the whole school would like be indebted to me for putting us on the map."

"Yea, for making complete fools of ourselves. If Katy Perry showed up, no one would know how to act."

"Maybe you're right. But it still would've been cool."

The two girls were in the mirror preparing for their senior prom. This was supposed to be the biggest night of their high school lives. Or their lives period. Giselle wasn't nearly as excited as Ashley was. For one, Giselle didn't have a real date. Brian was escorting them. She felt so lame. Everyone else would probably be showing up with their college boyfriends or studs from other schools. Ashley had many guys ask her to prom, and she was going to go with the cute guy from their Chemistry class, but once she found out Giselle was dateless she told him she was going to prom with her best friend. Of course Giselle tried to get her to change her mind, but Ashley was always a stubborn one. Not one guy had asked her. Even the geeks and nerds had dates. That's when Ashley came up with the brilliant idea of Brian escorting them. He was hesitant at first, but after some thinking he agreed.

Whatever money Giselle had left from her paycheck after helping her mom with bills, she put toward prom night. Her mother gave her some of her saved up money to help as well.

"This is my baby's special night," she had said happily as she handed Giselle some money.

"Mom, I can't take this. You need this for bills," Giselle had insisted looking down at the handful of her mother's hard-earned cash. Only to be rebutted with her mother's, "You earned this baby girl."

With that and her own money she managed to afford a beautiful dress that she couldn't wait to step in. She hadn't even let Ashley see it. She wanted her to be surprised. 

Much to Giselle's disapproval, Ashley insisted that they get full manicures and pedicures.

"Ashley, that's like 40 bucks that I don't need to spend. I can paint my own nails," she had said wiggling her toes in Ashley's direction.

"Gross," Ashley said, swatting at Giselle's toes. "I know you can paint your own nails, I just figure since this is our big night that we have to do it big. And you know you don't have to pay for a thing. Mom and dad are paying for all this. They gave me the black card, get ready. We got a limo and everything!!"

"They're back in town?"

"No. They're still in Bermuda. They won't be back for weeks."

Giselle looked over at Ashley as she drove them in her BMW. She could tell she was upset. She could hear the spite and disappointment in her voice.

"That sucks."

Ashley gave her a half smile and shrug. "It happens. But it's okay."

"Yea. My mom's excited. She can't wait to see you and Brian's outfits. She went out and bought new batteries for her camera. She got the name-brand batteries too," Giselle laughed.

"This is something serious!" Ashley joined in with Giselle. "But back to this nail situation..."

Giselle put up a fuss but inevitably Ashley won. She tried to get Giselle to schedule a hair and brow appointment but Giselle won that one. She let her mom do her hair and insisted that they get dressed at her house.

Giselle stood in front of her mom's vanity mirror in her rollers and hair pins and applied liquid eyeliner, a hint of eye shadow, and thin coat of pink tinted lip gloss.

Ashley looked at her and reached for the eye shadow.

"You just need a little more to make your eyes pop a little," she said brushing the brush across the eye shadow minerals and then gently blowing, only to have the brush taken away from her.

"I don't want any more eye shadow. My eyes are big enough. If they pop anymore, they're gonna pop outta my head. Chill out, Ash."

"Gosh. Okay, Elle," she said defeated but pleased with her best friend's appearance. Giselle never wore make-up. She looked beautiful. "You look gorgeous, doll," she said.

Giselle stared at her reflection and smiled. She was gorgeous. For once, she felt pretty.

"Wait 'til you see my dress!"

"Well put it on!" Ashley said equally as excited about the dress. 

"Okay, okay. First, let me get my mama to take this stuff outta my hair.

*****************

Giselle struggled with the zipper of her gown before Ashley shooed her hand away.

"Let me or you're gonna ruin this beautiful dress," she'd said.

It was beautiful indeed.

She stared at her reflection in awe. Ashley looked over Giselle's shoulder and into the mirror at the two of them. They both looked like princesses. They stared a little longer before Ashley kissed her best friend's cheek and said she was going to go announce they were ready to appear before Giselle's family and Brian.

"Wait! Don't you want to make the grand entrance to them together? It is our big night." Ashley just shrugged.

"Ehh. It's no biggie to me. I always dress fabulous. This is new for you."

"Ouch," Giselle laughed.

"Oh, you know what I meant," Ashley dismissed and left the room. Giselle could hear the cat calls her two brothers were giving Ashley. Little grown asses. She also heard her mom compliment Ashley.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Introducing the beautiful and all dolled up Giselle, Gigi, or who most of us refer to as Elle!" Giselle heard her and laughed. For some reason or another she was nervous. She wiped her sweaty palm on her dress before quietly scolding herself and left the room.

She grew more and more nervous as she slowly and consciously sauntered down the dark hall leading into her living room. She wasn't a heel's kind of girl, but this was a big night. When she finally got there they were all standing for her. Ashley displayed all her pearly, whitening striped teeth as she smiled brightly.

Her brothers both yelled, jumped, clapped loudly, and each gave her wide smiles. Isaiah went as far as to jump from the couch and onto the floor with a loud thud. They seemed just as excited as she was. But she knew they were just taking advantage of the situation. They just wanted a reason to be wild.

Giselle's mother didn't seem to mind the boys being erratic. She was too entranced with her daughter. She stood teary-eyed with her hands clasped over her mouth. Giselle stared at her mother and waited for her to speak.

"Giselle Marie Johnson. You look beautiful, baby," she said as she admired her daughter's appearance.

Giselle smiled and stepped into her mother's now open arms.

"Thank you Mama."

"You're welcome baby."

Giselle composed herself and turned to face Brian. When she did, he was staring at her.

"Wow," he finally said. "You look gorgeous."

Gorgeous wasn't even the word. Giselle was already beautiful, but tonight she took it to a whole new level. He dress was a teal blue that flowed down to the floor. It had a split up to about mid right thigh, and it hugged the curves of her body. It was a strapless number with diamond studs that lined the edges. She wore little make-up which only added to her natural beauty. 

Ashley was beautiful too, but she was his sister. Her dress was... fun. It was a short tutu style dress with lots of pink, purple, and yellow in it. But Giselle, goodness.

Giselle let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. He was what was making her nervous. 

"Thank you," she said quietly. He stared at her much longer than she'd anticipated, and to avoid his gaze she turned and looked away.

"Are you gonna take pictures Ma?" she asked.

"I got the camera right here. You three get together. We'll take a few in here and take some outside."

The three posed together with Brian in the middle. The two girls took some together, then Brian and Giselle, and he and his sister. Giselle took a few with her mother and a few with her brothers. Ashley and Brian did as well.

The limo showed up and the three piled in. Giselle had never been inside a limo before, and it was beautiful. This was the start to a beautiful evening.

*****************

The girls had a blast that night. They danced together until the guy that had asked Ashley to prom asked her to dance. She hesitated initially, but Giselle convinced her to go and that she'd be fine. Giselle's eyes searched for Brian. She spotted him near the corner of the ballroom with a group of guys that seemed more than thrilled to see him. He tore his gaze from the group of boys and bore his light brown eyes at Giselle. She smiled and turned her attention back to Ashley. She watched as the guy twirled Ashley, and she laughed and smiled. She was happy for her. Nobody had asked her to dance, so she made her way over to the punch fountain where she saw Chris.

"Giselle, you look amazing," he said.

"So do you."

"Are you having fun?"

"Surprisingly, I am," she smiled. "You?"

"I would if you'd dance with me," he said smoothly.

She smiled and accepted his offer. They danced slowly to about the last minute of OneRepublic's "Good Life" until the music changed to the more upbeat "What's My Name" by Rihanna. Giselle was by no means shy on the dance floor. She loved to dance, so when they got out there she put her body to work. It was hard dancing in a long prom dress, but damn if she didn't make it look easy. Before she knew it, Ashley was beside her dancing.

After the song was over, the DJ announced it was time to announce the king and queen. Giselle grabbed Ashley's hand. 

"I know you're gonna win," she said.

"I hope so," Ashley said nervously.

"And the queen is.... Ashley McKay!!"

The two girls squealed with delight. Giselle hugged her best friend and gently nudged her in the direction of the stage. Ashley grabbed her hand and pulled her along until she got near the stage. She climbed the stairs and accepted her crown.

"Thank you bitches!" she exclaimed and the crowd laughed.

"And your king is... Joseph Parker!"

He was in the corner with Brian and made his way toward the stage giving hi-fives along the way.

"Thanks bro," he said to the DJ. "I just wanna say that the real king tonight is my man Brian McKay! Bring your ass to the stage man!"

Everyone cheered loudly and Giselle laughed loudly. He made his way to the stage and grabbed Joseph's crown.

"Feels good to be back guys. This crown looks better than mine. I think I'll keep it," he joked. "And I'm not dancing with my sister. That's got to be illegal in a few states, so I'll leave that to you. Just know I'm watching you, so keep your hands above her waist at all times."

Ashley playfully shoved and then hugged her brother before he jumped off stage and walked toward Giselle.

"Would you like to dance with a king?" he asked, giving her one of his sideways smiles.

"You're not really a king," she joked.

"Well since I have the crown, I do believe that makes me king, Madame. So I'll take that as a yes to the dance."

He grabbed her hand, and they danced along to the music. He did manage to keep an eye on his sister though.

Ashley and Giselle sat with Brian and his friends in the corner until Ashley left to go off with her Chemistry guy.

"Where are you going?" Brian asked her.

"Somewhere private."

Brian looked at Mr. Chemistry.

"Do you like having all your fingers?"

The boy nodded.

"Then I advise you to keep them to yourself tonight."

The boy nodded and Ashley punched her brother in the arm. 

"Giselle, you wanna come with us? We're gonna go get something to eat."

Giselle wanted to go, but she didn't wanna impose. She supposed being with Brian for the rest of the night wouldn't be too much.

"Nah you go ahead. I'm okay. Just call me when you get home."

"Okay, babes," she said hugging Giselle, and leaving.

"Are you two like lesbians? Cuz that would be hot." Joseph said. 

"Dude shut the fuck up. That's my sister you're talking about," Brian threatened.

"Sorry man. Brian told me not to ask you to dance earlier and I thought it was because of that. That would just be so hot. Ebony and Ivory kissing and licking all –"

"Giselle let's go before I shove my fist so far down Joseph's throat, that he'll shit out my class ring."

Giselle silently agreed. She found Chris and said goodbye, while Brian threw daggers at the boy.

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"Did you have a good time?" Brian asked, taking off his crown and sitting it on Giselle's head.

"I did, thank you," she smiled.

She was so beautiful.

"You hungry?"

"Kinda," she said nervously.

Brian gave the driver an address. His address.

"Are you gonna make me food?" Giselle asked.

"Yea, is that gonna be a problem?"

"Depends. Can you cook? Because from what I heard from a certain birdie, your food is terrible," she joked.

"Did Ashley tell you that?" he laughed. "Because she's a liar. She's just jealous of my fine culinary skills."

"I'm not saying," she laughed.

"Well you'll see."

His house came into view after a few minutes. She'd been there numerous times but never for him. This time was different.

She sat on the bar stool in the kitchen and watched him make pancakes, sausage and eggs. Her stomach growled loudly and she quickly sucked in her breath and poked at her stomach to silence it. He laughed at her attempt when she looked up and found him staring at her.

Ashley wasn't home and it was crazy quiet. She was probably somewhere with Mr. Chemistry having chemistry, if that made sense. This gave Giselle the chance to stare at him freely. He had taken off his jacket, vest and tie, rolled up the sleeves on his white dress shirt and undid a few of the buttons. Every time he turned to her she could see the top half of his chest. And from what she could tell, what a chest it was. The way his shirt hugged the plains of his back made unholy thoughts of him on top of her pop into her head. He looked sexy with his formal wear in a not so formal way. She felt her mouth go dry and she licked her lips at the most awkward moment. He was staring at her.

"Hungry?" he asked.

She cleared her throat and nodded awkwardly. Smooth, Giselle. Real fucking smooth.

"Good. Because it's ready."

That sounded so dirty, she thought.

They made small talk as they ate midnight breakfast, which Giselle stated was the best kind of breakfast. When they were done, he washed the dishes as she excused herself to the restroom. When she came out, she walked into the living room to find him on the couch. She noticed the way his slacks hugged his thighs and how she could clearly see the outline of his "package" as he sat. She quickly looked away.

"When are you gonna take me home?" she asked.

"Wow. Use me for my cooking skills and then you wanna make a run for it. Talk about lovin' and leavin' me," he joked. 

"I am not," she said plopping down on the couch beside him. "I was just asking."

"You ready to go?"

"Nah not really. So what were you doing most of the night besides warning guys away from me?"

"It wasn't even like that Gigi?"

"Then how was it?"

"Joseph's a dick. I don't even see why he won prom king."

"It's just a dance, Brian. Exactly how many people did you threaten to not approach me?"

"Just him."

"Really?"

"Yea. Him and like six other dudes."

"What?!"

"Yea, something like that."

"Oh my gosh! And here I was thinking I was unapproachable or smelly or had something in my teeth."

"No. I'm just really protective. That Chris guy seemed to weasel past my radar."

"Chris is a nice guy."

"There's no such thing as a nice guy."

"So what are you saying?" she asked crossing her arms over her chest. "You're not a nice guy? You wait 'til I tell my mama!" she joked.

He laughed quietly. "I'm a good guy when I wanna be."

"Yea I've seen both sides, and when you're a douche, you're a douche."

"Why thank you Gigi. I try real hard."

"Whatever," she said playfully swatting his chest. Her hand came into contact with his bare skin.

"Oww, Gigi. That hurt. I'm gonna have to show you how that feels."

"You're not gonna slap my boob!"

"I didn't say anything about slapping your boob," he said quickly turning on the couch to face her. 

She was no fool. He had that look that she'd seen many times before. He was in attack mode. They'd play fought all the time, but he wasn't going to get her this time.

She quickly got up and backed away from him. He got up too and walked toward her. She tried to run, but that's hard to do in a floor-length prom dress. She almost fell and he caught her and threw her over his shoulder and spun around.

"Oh my God! Put me down! I'm gonna throw up all over your back," she threatened.




Love Letter Ch. 03



"Do it," he dared before tossing her down onto the couch. "Do it," he repeated, leaning down into her face.

She licked her tongue at him and he caught it between his lips. Giselle was shocked. Beyond shocked. Uber shocked. He let her tongue go and kissed her.

*****************

She found herself lying naked as the day she was born in his bed with his arm draped across her. Giselle couldn't believe what happened. She saw bright headlights and heard a car pull up in the driveway. She panicked and scrambled for her clothes.

"Ashley's here!"

"Yea," he said calmly.

"I can't let her see me like this. I gotta go," she said getting slipping her prom dress back on.

"Gigi," he whispered. She was trying to open his window and make a run for it when he came and stood behind her. She turned around and faced him and he was still naked. She had to tear her eyes away from the new meaty friend she'd made that hung between his legs.

"I have to get out of here Brian."

"Giselle, what's the big deal?"

"She's my friend," she whispered. "My best friend."

"Well you're one of my best friends too, so what?"

"I'm leaving Brian," she said as she turned back toward the window.

She struggled with it as she heard him shuffle behind her and walk out. She heard him and Ashley talk and then he came back into the room.

"What did you tell her?" she hissed.

"Nothing. I told her I'm goin' to the store. She's about to get in the shower. Come on. I'll take you home."

Giselle was hesitant but she took his hand and ran through the hall and out the door. He drove her home and she saw that her mom had left the porch light on for her.

"Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome Gigi," he said before kissing her again. "Goodnight."

"Night."

She ran into the house and shut the door. What a night to remember.

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Giselle was tired as hell when she woke up the next morning, but she had to get up and get ready. She woke her brothers up and made sure they were dressed before making them a quick breakfast then showering and getting herself ready. She grabbed a hoodie with the university's mascot on it, a pair of sweats and was ready. Her appearance wasn't too high on her priority list these days. She turned to the side to make sure her baby bump wasn't visible.

"Boys, let's go or you're gonna be late!"

"We're almost done," Isaiah yelled. "You not eating?"

"I'm not hungry. I'm goin' to go sit in the car. Don't forget your backpacks. Josiah, lock the door behind you," she said grabbing her own bag."

Fifteen minutes later she was dropping the boys off in front of their school.

"Y'all have a good day and remember I'm picking y'all up this afternoon. Be good and Mama put lunch money in the little zippy part of your book bags."

"Okay. Bye," Isaiah said walking off.

"Bye Giselle. You have a good day too," Josiah said before running off to catch up with his twin. 

Giselle watched them until they got inside the building and pulled off. On her drive to school her phone went off. It was a message from Brian. She deleted it before reading it, turned the phone off and tossed it into the passenger seat.

*****************

She and Ashley had met up after her second class to eat. Skipping breakfast hadn't been a good idea, and Ashley wouldn't let her live it down.

"You have to eat, eat, eat. Baby has to eat. Even if your ass gets gigantic and you can't fit in any clothes, you gotta eat. My little niece or nephew is depending on you."

Ashley didn't know how much her saying that affected Giselle. If only she knew that the baby she was carrying WAS her actual niece or nephew. She began to feel sick to her stomach.

"I'm full. I gotta go Ash. I have to cram a little for this test. I'll see you later," she said grabbing her bag and walking off.

The test was a breeze. She knew she'd aced it since the professor graded it as soon as she turned it in. She was pleased with herself.

When she left the classroom she saw Brian outside waiting for her. She walked quickly as he strode along with her out to the parking lot.

"I'm sorry, Gigi. I had to leave last night. I had so much on my mind. I had to clear my head. But I'm ready now. I won't walk out on you anymore. I'm here for you and the baby."

"I decided that I don't need you. Telling you was a mistake. I don't want anything to do with you. Besides, it might not even be yours."

"Giselle," he said sternly as he grabbed her elbow harshly. "Watch your fucking mouth. We both know it's mine," he hissed.

"Really? Oh you think it's yours now? Because you seemed to doubt me when I told you," she said as she wrestled with his firm grip.

"I never doubted you."

"Well funny way of showing it. I'm not participating in your little disappearing act. There's no such thing as a part-time parent. You're either here or you're not. Take your pick, because either way I don't care. My mom did it on her own, and if she can do it I can too," she said unlocking her car door. "I thought that since you know how it feels to have parents who don't give a damn you would've stepped up with no hesitation. I guess not. The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree."

And with that she opened her door, got in and locked her doors before speeding off.

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The rest of that day and the following ones went by quickly. Some days, she'd take and pick her brothers up from school. She'd do her best to avoid Brian during the day. She'd go home and do homework. By that time her mom would come home. Some days he would come over to be with the boys, while Giselle would lock herself in her room. 

About two weeks later, she caved. When her shift was over, Giselle looked through the text messages Brian had sent her and checked the voice messages he'd left. She found herself driving over to his house against her better judgment. Ashley wasn't home so she just parked and went in.

They talked about things and argued some more, but she found herself in bed with him again. They wanted each other. That was a given. But that seemed to be the only thing they could agree on lately. She felt stupid for falling back into his trap again.

"I gotta go," she whispered quietly. 

"What? No. Stay here with me. Please."

Giselle stared into his beautiful pleading eyes and remembered when he had left her that night despite the fact that she silently pleaded for him to stay. She slowly shook her head.

"No," she said simply.

She took her time getting dressed before speaking again.

"We're best friends. That's what we are. I don't think we're meant to be anything other than that."

With that, she walked out.



Love Letter Ch. 04



LL 4 - No time for chitchat


Two weeks is a long time when you're head over heels in lust. Their last meeting had left both of them weak in the knees and wondering when the next time would happen. Life, work, plans, complications, altered plans and more made it impossible to find a time that worked with both of their hectic schedules.

The email between them had been light and flirty during that time but the frustration they both felt was beginning to show near the end of it. 

"How does late this morning work," he sent her when he got into work?

His thoughts were fully on how excited she made him even after just one encounter. It was a combination of long ago forgotten fantasies and the sexuality she had shown him that first afternoon. She was more than a great fuck he knew but damn, she was a great fuck! 

She smiled when she saw his e-mail and checked quickly to see if indeed today would be the day. 

"Nice," she thought, "I've got two hours mid day for a change."

"No time for chitchat, noon, same place, time to fuck,” she sent back wondering how long it would be before he replied. 

She missed the glow that followed the first meeting and her thoughts went back to how hard she had cum when he was between her legs and his mouth was devouring her. 

"God that man knows how to eat pussy,” she thought and stayed lost in that scene for a few minutes more.

It wasn't long before she got his reply.

"Foreplay is overrated anyway ;-) noon it is, hope you're ready cause I sure as hell am!" "Okay, maybe not overrated so I'm willing to skip it this time but only because you asked so nice."

She had to hold back a laugh when she read it. The man definitely had a way with words on screen.

He left his work before she did so he arrived with enough time left to take a quick shower, light a couple of candles, turn down the bed and turn on the fan. He was hanging his towel in the bathroom when he heard the lock on the front door turn and then her heels clicking down the hallway to the bedroom.

"Nice of you to get everything ready," she said and noticed that he had remembered about the room heating up the last time so the fan was already running.

"I thought you were in a hurry," he replied smiling. 

"Your clothes are still on and the clock is ticking my dear," he continued.

Her response was to shed the jacket of her suit and throw it at him. 

"He was right," she thought as she watched him slide into the bed naked and looking ever so delectable.

"I would love to tease him for a while and undress slowly but it would be time out of the bed and I want to fuck this man so much," she thought and started unbuttoning her blouse.

He loved this part, even rushed as it was today. She had such marvelous lines and curves to her body. Every button undone on her silk blouse revealed more of her golden color and the swell of her breast under it. When she removed the half bra her nipples immediately swelled in contact with the cool air and he watched as she toyed with them for a few seconds before continuing to undress. She stepped out of the skirt and did a quick turn in front of the bed.

"You like," she asked looking into his eyes?

"Garter belt, thigh highs and nothing else on," he replied?

"Get that beautiful ass and the rest of you up here," he said.

And now she did tease him as she slowly moved onto the bed and then lay back and pulled one knee up, never taking her eyes off of his. She reached for the back of his head and slowly drew his mouth to hers and though the kiss started softly it was only a few seconds before their tongues were busy in each other's mouths. His hand reached down to find her pussy already wet and her hand found his cock already swollen with excitement.

He lifted his head and before he could even open his mouth her finger was there on his lips, silencing him. 

"I brought you lunch," she said and spread her legs further to emphasize the point.

"And I'm hungry," he said and lowered his mouth to her breast and began teasing the nipple with his tongue.

She jumped a little every time he caught the nipple in between his teeth and applied pressure. Her pussy was soaked by now and she moved her hand from stroking his cock to start rubbing her clit. His mouth felt so good moving from one nipple to the other and her pussy was already clenching each time he sucked a nipple, pulling at it while between his lips. 

He reached down with his left hand and slid under her leg to raise it so that by the time he had moved down between them she was spread wide in front of him. He used his right hand to pull back on the skin at the top of her pussy and with her swollen clit totally exposed now he lowered his mouth.

Her hips lifted off the bed when his tongue stroked over her clit. She was so ready and he wasn't going to make her wait. Not today. He drove his tongue deep inside of her and then quickly up between her lips to her clit where he started running the tip in small circles around it, flicking back and forth over it, surrounding it with his lips and sucking on it and then back to teasing it with the tip of his tongue, drawing out the climax she had been thinking about all morning.

He slid a finger inside of her, finding her spot and when he took her clit in his lips again she came hard, holding his head to her and driving her hips up against his mouth. He felt the spasms inside of her, 3 quick squeezes around his finger, a couple seconds of the muscles inside relaxing and then when he pinched his lips together she exploded. Her heels came down on the bed and her hips lifted both of them up as the energy was released from deep inside. Her hips continued to buck and he did his best to let her finish until he read in her movement that she was ready come down from her peak.

His mouth never left her lips but the movement of his tongue was slower now, his finger inside of her staying still instead of probing.

"Fuck, how do you do that to me," she asked him?

"What, I get to talk now," he said?

"Only to tell me what you want," she said.

"In that case, I brought lunch too," he said smiling.

"Get your head up on the pillows then and put your hands behind you head," she directed.

He did as he was told and shivered as her lips started at a nipple and quickly worked their way down his stomach until she lay there on her side with her head on his stomach licking at the head of his cock. None too soon she raised her head and engulfed him, loving the fact that she too could make him jump.

Her mouth and tongue were everywhere. There was no subtlety as she licked around the head or the length of the shaft, sucking one ball then the other into her mouth. And the whole time her mouth was fucking him her hand was where her mouth wasn't, stroking, squeezing, pulling, and nails dragging. She didn't want him to cum. She wanted to take him right to the edge so that he would take her.

He wanted the same thing so when he said to her "enough chit chat already, you ready to fuck?" she new she had succeeded.

"How?" she asked.

"On your back, pull your legs up," he answered.

She moved to lie back on the bead and he sat back on his heels, knees spread wide to lower himself in front of her. He reached down to his cock, maneuvered the head to her opening, and then rocked forward to begin sliding into her. She was dripping wet but still a bit tight from before so they had to work a little before he was fully inside of her.

"Lower your legs," he told her and once she did he grabbed them with both hands and began stoking back and forth into her. Each time he sunk in he lifted her hips and it caused her clit to rub against him. It wasn't the pounding that she wanted but the pleasure was intense and she gave up trying to hold back when he shortened his strokes and moved faster.

She was cumming again in no time and she let go to it, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open and gasping, hands clawing at the sheets by the time that the third and fourth orgasms hit her. 

He held still for a few seconds still buried inside and told her "God you're so tight right now."

She opened her eyes to look at him and smiled and said "this is bad, why?"

"Not bad hon. Just need to change positions a bit," he replied.

Never leaving her pussy he stretched his legs out behind him, lowered his chest so that his arms were supporting him, and then slowly started stroking again, finally having the leverage he needed to give her what she really wanted today.

"Fuck me," she said. 

"I want more like those last couple," she added.

And fuck they did. Slapping hard against each other at times, changing tempos, her hands tugging at her nipples or reaching down to tease her clit. Each time she came he would slow but not stop, moving his hips to maintain the contact against her clit until her breathing told him to start again. 

Winded and dripping sweat, he finally stopped and lay on top of her for a minute listening to their racing heartbeats. She rolled him over and slowly slid off of him so that she could slide down between his legs.

"Thanks for saving desert for me," she said and then once again took him into her mouth.

He was ready and told her "no games, no teasing, you know what I need."

And she did know because he had waited to be sure that she was satisfied and now it was his turn to see stars and lights flashing.

She concentrated her mouth and tongue on the head of his cock while her hand stroked quickly up and down the shaft. She could taste his precum, she could taste her own juices. She could feel his shaft thickening as she kept up the stroking and he shifted his hips to spread his legs wider for her.

"Fuck, don't stop," he said.

She reached down to his balls and stroked them as they pulled in close to his body. 

"Soon," she thought. 

"He's so close."

The first jolt of his orgasm drove his hips up and she took his cock in all the way to its base. Her fingers kept stroking and kneading his balls while her mouth kept sucking. She backed her head off a couple of inches and kept at it as spasm after spasm ripped through him. Now he was the one clutching the sheets in his hands.

She knew how sensitive his cock was right now so she held her head still for a few seconds and then much lighter then before slowly sucked and stroked his cock until he finally spoke again.

"Whew, unfucking believable that I could cum that hard."

"Not bad for a quickie," she said and then moved up to lay her head on his chest.

Much too soon for either of them she looked at the clock and realized that there was little time left. It would have been nice to shower together but they knew that they would have been in there for too long and got started all over again. Besides, maybe the next time the whole time would be in the shower.

She kissed him on the cheek as he was starting to dress and his last image of her was her amazing body in the perfect business suit sashaying down the hall to the door. 

"Nice suit," he said.

"I can't wait two more weeks for the next time," she said and turned to blow him a kiss before walking out the door.

"I wonder if I'd survive a whole weekend with her," he thought.

Time will tell.


DB 8/10/04



Love Letter Ch. 04



Brian refused to let Giselle go. She was going to be his and they were going to raise their baby together. He frantically rose up from the bed and ran after her.

"Giselle!" his voice boomed and ricocheted off the walls of his hallway. 

His voice caught her off guard and she spun around and saw him standing there angry and naked. She didn't know whether to laugh or to be afraid. She was sidetracked by the swing of his dick as he walked toward her. She stood wide-eyed once he reached her. 

"Stop running away from me." 

Once she snapped out of her stupor she got angry. 

"Me running from you?!"

"Yes! What you're doing right now! Gigi I don't know what you want from me. I fucked up, okay? I admitted it. I'm here now, though. I'm telling you I'm going to be there for you and our baby. What else do you want me to say?" 

"Nothing. Don't say anything. Actions speak louder than words, so prove it. Prove to me that you deserve to be there." 

"I will. I promise," he said as he grabbed her hand and covered it with his larger one. "Now come back to bed with me." 

He placed a kiss on her forehead and walked back toward his bedroom as Giselle stood there and watched him. He turned around and looked at her, waiting. She smiled and slowly walked toward him. 

"Sorry. I was staring at your ass," she said. 

* * * * *

Giselle and Brian had been having a good couple weeks. They went the entire time without arguing or fighting. It seemed that their relationship was returning back to the way it used to be before they became both friends and lovers. Sex complicated their "friendship", which often times it does. But they could still talk to each other like best buds. They could still be silly with one another like they used to. 

They had both decided to take a day off from classes, so they relaxed at Brian's house. She still had time before Ashley came home from school. The two lied carelessly in his comfy king sized bed. Giselle was clothed in a t-shirt and oversized sweatpants. Brian wore the latter.

"When I was younger, I used to entertain the idea of being with you. Ashley would always make these faces and noises. I thought it was because she was your sister and thought it was gross. But I don't think that's the case. I think it's because she feels I don't deserve to be with someone like you."

"What? Why would you say that? Ash is your best friend. She loves you."

"I know. It's just... I just feel like she looks down on me sometimes. She doesn't think I'm good enough for you."

"That's not true. Ash is crazy over you. It's like some obsessive lesbian shit or something," he joked.

"I'm serious," she laughed.

"So am I," Brian said. "If anything, she was just weirded out by the thought of her best friend being with her brother. She wants to protect me from a man-eater like yourself."

"Oh whatever!" Giselle yelled as she playfully swatted at him. "I'm not a man-eater. I'm not even all that cute. If anything she wanted to protect ME from YOU, Casanova."

"First off, oww," he said as he winced, rubbing his bare pec. "Secondly, you're beautiful," he said placing a kiss on her forehead. 

"Whatever. You're just saying that because you have to."

"No, I don't have to. And I wouldn't say it if it weren't true. I'm a lot if things, but a liar I am not."

"You're right. You're a jerk sometimes. A little dickish. Selfish at times. A bit promiscuous..."

"Hey, hey, hey now! That's a lot of negative stuff. I'm offended," he said with mock hurt. 

"I'm sorry," Giselle smiled. "At least you're cute."

"Gigi let's get something straight," he said seriously. "You're the only girl I've been with-"

"Lies!" she interrupted.

"Let me finish, Kanye!" He laughed. "What I was trying to say is you're the only girl I've been with since we started...you know."

"Really?"

Giselle was shocked by that statement. She knew girls were always throwing themselves at him, and he was a man. Men tend to fall for things like that. But Brian didn't lie. 

"That's... surprising," she said.

"Why?"

"I don't know," she said shyly. "I guess it's because you have girls fawning over you all the time. You have fans."

"Yea, but I don't want them. I want you."

Now was Giselle's time to question him. "Why," she asked quietly. "Out of all the girls, why me?"

"Why not you?" Brian repositioned himself on the bed so that he could look her in her eyes. "You're perfect. You're smart, beautiful, funny, and hard-working. Who wouldn't want to be with you?"

Giselle smiled and looked away before speaking. His gaze was too intense for her. "I don't exactly have guys lined up at the door to be with me, Brian."'

"Good! Cause I'd have to fuck them up. Kill them. Rip 'em to smithereens!" 

"Okay, I get it. Sheesh. You don't have to worry about that though. Don't nobody want my ass."

"I know a guy who does," she said, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Just then, Giselle's phone buzzed. She sighed and reached for it.

"It's Ash." Brian sighed and Giselle smiled. "Hey Ash. What's up?"

"Umm... not much. Just lying around."

"Are you feeling okay? Why aren't you in class? Is it the baby? Is something wrong with the baby?" Ashley began to get frantic.

"I'm fine, Ashley. The baby's fine I guess."

"You guess? What do you mean you guess? Elle, you're about to be the mother of my little niece or nephew and..."

"Ash, I said I'm okay. The baby's fine. I just wanted a day off from school. No big deal."

Giselle appreciated Ashley's concerned, but her comment meant more than she intended it to. Ashley and Giselle were like sisters, so Ashley saw herself as Auntie Ash. The thought of telling Ashley that this baby would be her actual niece or nephew wasn't a happy one. 

"You're right. I'm sorry, Elle. I love you. I just want you to be okay."

"And I am. I'm fine. Imma lay down, I'm starting to get a headache. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, girly. I'm sorry and feel better."

"Thanks. Bye."

Giselle pressed the end button on her phone and placed it on his end table. She closed her eyes and breathed. Brian looked on, confused.

"What happened?" he asked slowly.

"Nothing." Giselle was ill. 

"So..." Brian started. He made sure to speak softly, so that he wouldn't offend her. "How is this baby thing going to work?"

"I don't know. I haven't really thought much about it," she lied. 

"Have you been to the doctor?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I haven't had time to go between school and work," she said. "And even if I did find the time, I don't have the money to pay for it. This pregnancy thing is expensive."

"Gigi, you know that money isn't a problem. I would've given you..." he started. 

"Really Brian? Really? You've been in denial about this whole thing. How could I go to you and ask you for money?"

Brian felt like an ass as soon as the words had rolled off his tongue. She was right. 

"You're right. I'm sorry. But I'm here now for you and the baby. Look, just schedule an appointment and we'll go. I'll pay for everything."

Giselle knew that he was being sweet but something about what he said rubbed her the wrong way.

"Brian, I swear that you and Ashley think I'm some bum or something. Always offering to pay for things."

"Giselle, I don't think you're a bum at all," he stated, confused. "You're one of the hardest working people I know. I was just saying that you need to go to the doctor. We have to get you and the baby checked out. There's no telling how far along you are. Don't you care?"

"Excuse me?" she said. She wasn't sure if her hormones had anything to do with the way she felt at the moment, but she was becoming furious. "Do I care?"

"Gigi I just don't understand," he started before Giselle interrupted him.

"Of course not. You wipe your ass with money because it doesn't matter to you. I actually work for mine. I don't want your handouts. I've gotten by this far without them."

"What do you mean? You haven't even been to the fucking doctor, Giselle. What have you done for the baby? It's as if you don't even care. Look how long it took for you to tell me!" Brian was starting to get upset. 

"What are you saying? You're calling me an unfit mother before I even have the baby? You know what? I don't care what you think. Fuck you. I don't need you."

If Giselle wasn't so upset, she would've laughed at how they went from 0 to 60 in a matter of seconds. Their relationship had never been like this. She gathered her things and prepared to leave. 

Brian shook his head in frustration as he followed behind her as she stormed out.

"Stop following me Brian!" she yelled behind her as she continued walking swiftly to her car.

"Then stop running away all the goddamn time! Grow up, Giselle!"

She quickly spun around and charged towards him.

"I can't run away from this," she spat angrily, pointing towards her belly. "You can, but I can't."

"I'm not trying to run away! I'm trying to be there for you! For our baby! But you won't let me. Your pride is way too fucking high. Learn to admit when you need help, Giselle."

"Why do you always want to play hero, Brian?"

"Giselle, listen to the ridiculous shit you're saying. Me wanting to help with MY baby's health is me wanting to be a hero? I'm not doing it for you. I'm doing it for the baby. I know what it feels like to have a dad who doesn't give a damn. And so do you! So stop."

He was out of breath from arguing with her. Pregnancy was not agreeing with her because of all the years they'd been friends, she'd never been so hard to get along with. 

"Go home Giselle. Lay down, cool off. Call me when you're ready to talk about our baby and actually act like it exists."

Giselle watched as he walked back in the house and slammed the door. She took a few steps toward the house but stopped. She spun around slowly and got into her car, leaving.

* * * * *

"I know you Elle. I know what kinda girl you are. You know who's child that is and I'm not gonna stop until you tell me. Do I know him?"

Giselle nodded.

"Did we go to high school with him?"

Giselle nodded again.

"Just tell me Elle. I'm your best friend. I'm gonna be here for you no matter what."

"I don't wanna talk about it Ash. Really."

"Giselle, talk to me," Ashley pleaded. "Why are you keeping this from me?"

"I don't want you to think less of me Ashley," she finally said.

"Nothing could ever make me think less of you. I love you Elle."

Giselle stared at Ashley. She opened her mouth to tell her but words wouldn't come out. 

"I...ummm,"" she stared.

"Come on, Elle."

"I... decided that I'm going to go to the doctor," she rushed out. This news took Ashley's mind off the father.

"Really, when? I wanna go. Is your mom going?"

"I haven't told my mom yet."

Ashley's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe her ears. Giselle and her mother had a very open relationship. Giselle could talk to her mother about anything. Ashley would kill for that type of relationship with her own mother. 

"Are you kidding me, Elle? Why haven't you told her?"

"I don't know how to tell her. I don't want to break her heart. Besides, it's still early on, I have time."

"Giselle, I don't have the best relationship with my mom but I'd tell her if I was expecting." Ashley sighed and hit her palm down on the table. "You know what, Elle? No more nice guy, okay? I understand that you're going through a lot right now, but you don't have to go through it alone. You have a support team. You have a wonderful mother, two little brothers, you're like family to me and Brian..."

"I know," Giselle quickly interrupted. "Okay. I'm going to tell her. I'm just not ready yet. I'm going to the doctor like you asked. One thing at a time, okay?"

"Fine," Ashley agreed. She quickly glanced up at Giselle and continued. "And I know you don't want to hear this so this is the last time I'll mention it but whoever the father id, we're gonna get him for every dime, Elle. I hate dead beat dads."

Giselle waited for her to finish her rant. Ashley gave a small "hmph" and continued eating.

* * * * *

Ashley dropped her expensive purse down on the marble countertop of her home. 

"Rough day in Barbie Land?" Brian joked.

"Now's not the time for your corny little jokes big brother. Elle's in trouble."

Brian sat up straighter on the couch. 

"What do you mean? What kind of trouble?"

"Well..." she started as she sat down beside him on the couch. "Elle's gonna hate me for telling you this, but we're like her family, ya know?"

Brian nodded slowly.

"Well, she's pregnant Brian. And she won't tell me who the dad is. I've wracked my brain trying to figure out who it could be. She's not the type of girl to sleep around. I don't know how this could've happened. She tells me everything. For heaven's sake, I thought she was still a virgin. I told her about the night when Matt and I did it in the..."

"Whoa!" Brian yelled. "Too much information Ash. C'mon. Don't make me have to blow my brains out today. Shit."

"I'm sorry. Look, the point is, she needs our support. I don't want her going through this alone. Once I find out who did this to her, I'm gonna bury him."

Brian fell silent. He didn't want to go against Giselle and tell Ashley the truth. Not yet at least.

"What does she need?" he asked quietly.

"Well, I'm gonna start by going to the doctor's appointment with her."

"Doctor's appointment? What appointment?" He asked. The last time he'd spoken to her she was against going to the doctor's. Now, she's taking Ashley and not even mentioning it to him. He'd definitely have a talk with her about that.

"The pregnant lady doctor's appointment, duh. Don't you know anything?"

Brian rolled his eyes. "What are you asking me to come, too?"

"I don't know," she said scrunching her nose up. "That might be kinda weird, big bro. I think she may just want me to go."

"I mean you said she wants support, right? I care about Gigi just as much as you do," he snapped.

"Yea, but that's weird."

"How so? Maybe she needs some male support too."

Ashley looked at him suspiciously. 

"Don't get any ideas. She's down enough. I don't want my big brother hounding her or weirding her out."

"Ash, shut up. It's for support right? I'll be there. Now please get out of my face. I'm annoyed."

Ashley got up from the couch before swatting him with a throw pillow. She annoyed him with her comments. But he was even more annoyed with Giselle. Fuck it. He'd go pay her a visit.

* * * * *

"Hey baby," Giselle's mom greeted Brian at the door.

"Hey mama," he said kissing her on the cheek. "How's it going?"

"Whew. It's going. I'm about to run myself ragged at work. Come on in the house. You just missed supper."

Giselle was in her room but she heard her mother talking to someone. She wandered out to see who it was. Big mistake. 

"How've you been baby?" he mother asked.

"Ehh. I've been better. I've got a lot on my mind these days."

"Well don't worry too much. You're too young and you got too much going for you to stress."

"Thanks mama."

"Anytime. Look, while I got you here, the boys were telling me about that game they got coming up in a few weeks. They really want you to be there."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Giselle's mother smiled. Giselle gagged.

"Baby?" Giselle's mother called out. 

"Yea, mama," she answered dryly. 

"You okay?" 

"I'm fine mama."

"Well good to see you Brian. Of course, I gotta head outta here for work. Be safe, okay?"

"Yes ma'am."

Giselle's mother walked over to her, kissed her on the cheek, and smoothed her hair. "Hold it down for me, baby," she said before heading to the door. "And give the boys a couple more minutes outside. Then tell em to bring it in her and get a bath."

"Yes ma'am," Giselle smiled at her mother as she shut the door. She then turned to Brian and gave him a quiet, "hey."

"Were you gonna tell me about the appointment?"

Giselle sighed loudly. "Well yea, but I'm guessing Ashley and her big mouth beat me to it. I haven't even scheduled it yet."

"Well Ashley and I will be joining you."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, you heard me. Whether you or Ashley like it or not."

"What did you tell her?" Giselle asked slowly. 

"Nothing. I just told her that you are just as important to me as you are to her and that I'd be there to support you in any way I can. I mean it."

Giselle didn't know how to feel. She smiled as she walked over to him.

"I'm sorry about everything," she said quietly. "And I was going to tell you after I set up a time and date and everything." She kissed him gently on the lips. "I'm ready Brian. I'm ready to act like our baby exists."

Brian smiled as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

"I can't believe she told you I was pregnant," Giselle laughed. "Her and that mouth of hers."

"That's your friend," Brian joked.

"She was your sister first. Oh, shit. The boys."

Giselle ran to the window and called for the boys to come in. Josiah ran for the door and into the house but Isaiah kept throwing leaves. 

"Isaiah! I said get in her," she cried loudly. 

"You're not my mama!" he yelled back and continued throwing fistfuls of leaves into the air.

"Isaiah, I'm gonna count to 3 and if you're not making an effort to get in here, I'm gonna go out there and beat the..."

"Isaiah! Now!" Brian yelled boisterously out the window. Isaiah quickly spun around and ran towards the house.

"Brian! I didn't know you were here man!" he shouted as he got inside. He jumped up and attempted to give Brian a hard high-five.

"No!" Giselle interrupted. "You heard me tell you to come in, yet you continued to do what you wanted to do. Go get in the tub now! And when you finish go straight to bed." Giselle's expression told him he did not want to test her.

"Ahhh man," he mumbled as he stormed towards the bathroom.

"Look, I gotta get them situated. I'll talk to you later okay?" she said to Brian.

"Yea. Have a good night," he said placing an innocent kiss on her cheek. "I'll lock the door on my way out."

"What are we going to do with Isaiah?" Giselle asked Josiah.

He smiled and gave an exaggerated shrug. Giselle bent down to give her little brother a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. Brian smiled as he shut the front door behind him

* * * * *

Giselle flipped nervously through the Parenting magazine in the waiting room. She looked up from the book to look around at all the moms-to-be. Ashley and Brian sat beside her and they seemed equally as nervous. 

"Giselle Johnson," a lady in purple scrubs called out.

Giselle rose from her seat and stood. She looked back at Brian and Ashley as they both rose as well. 

"Brian, I got it from here," Ashley stated. She grabbed Giselle's hand and walked towards the lady in purple. She watched as Brian's expression changed from hurt and sadness, to anger. 

Giselle stared at the posters and pictures that were plastered around the exam room. She had to answer lots of questions the doctor asked. 

The doctor performed a physical exam in which she weighed Giselle. She also checked her blood pressure, heart, lungs, and breasts. She did pelvic exam which made Giselle feel all kinds of uncomfortable. 

"Do you have any questions for me?" the doctor asked. Giselle shook her head no. "Well okay. Let's have a look at baby."

She squirted the slimy jelly on Giselle's tummy and rubbed the transducer over it. Giselle stared in awe as an image of her baby showed up on the screen. She heard Ashley give a small squeal.

"Ms. Johnson, based on your last period, you are about 11 weeks pregnant. I must say that it is very important for you to start taking prenatal vitamins and taking care of you and baby." 

Giselle nodded slowly. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Brian was right. She'd been so busy trying to pretend that the baby didn't exist. Now, there was no denying it. Her baby boy or girl was right there.



Love Letter Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Size Matters

Anywhere you look, any topic you choose, it's obvious to most people that size matters. Why else would we have all of those words at our disposal to describe size? What makes it special though is that every so often you find someone that's a perfect fit. Let me give you an example or two... or a whole lot of them because we're a perfect fit.

She's not tall...

But her legs are long enough for her toes to reach in between my legs under the table at the restaurant and tease me to no end while we ordered dinner

When we sit together and she leans over to kiss me her lips are right at a very sensitive spot on my neck that sends chills all through me

When she's on her back or on top of me and I'm buried inside of her we can both bend easily and kiss the other

The inside of her thigh is just long enough that when she straddles me she's comfortable and can use the leverage of her knees on the bed to grind hard against me

We've danced naked in the moonlight and her head was in the middle of my chest

She can straddle my face, bend forward and her mouth falls onto my cock, no adjustment necessary

My cock is average....

But it fills her pussy completely, especially when she's on her knees and I'm thrusting behind her

It's not so big that she can't slide me into her mouth and when she engulfs me and buries her mouth at the base that she doesn't gag (ok, maybe she's got phenomenal technique, I'll admit to that)

It also fits nicely in her hands, no overlap on the fingertips when she decides to make me crazy and stop sucking and just slide and twist her hands up and down the shaft and over the head

Her breasts are beautiful....

Big enough to tease me with sliding them up and down the length of my cock

Wonderfully sensitive nipples that really stand out when she's excited

Small enough to go braless in public and look better than if she chose to wear a bra and not bouncing to distraction

Her hips are wide....

She looks fabulous in tight pants

And she has enough padding behind her that no matter how hard we slam against each other we don't bruise

My hands are big enough....

To firmly hold the cheeks of her ass when she's on top or even better to really grab on when I'm stroking from behind her

Fingers are long enough to be able to reach inside and tickle and press on her G spot

Big enough to cover her breasts and massage them hard as she cums

My legs are long enough...

Most sofas, chairs and beds are the right height for her to kneel on and no gymnastics required to fuck her from behind

Her intelligence is that of one worldly and well read....

So we really do have lot's to talk about when we aren't busy doing something else with our mouths

Her hands are large enough and strong enough...

That a massage from her is heavenly and her fingertips are round!!!!! No pointy fingertips on this girl

Her energy is boundless

Her willingness to surrender to the sensations amazing

I think you get the picture by now. 

We see each other much less often then we should but that also makes each time a bit special. She wrote recently....

I had to nod in agreement and think about some of the nice things that I've been thinking about lately. Counting my blessings.

Mmmmmm, the sweetly layered pleasure of a reunion with a friend you've now been seeing for years and the satisfaction of ethical and mutually beneficial relationships.

Coffee.

Champagne.

I used to read about "the click" and wonder what the hell that was about. I mean, I thought I clicked with everybody. But, after a while you do come to enjoy a few people that stay with you because there really is just something there that works. And there isn't a formula to achieving that. It's just something that happens over time if you let it.

Candle flickering in the breeze. 

Wind chime.

See what I mean? Size matters when it's a perfect fit.

DB 8/9/04



Love Letter Ch. 06



LL 6   Real Life Intervenes

****This story picks up where LL 4 left off except this time life isn't as perfect as either of them would want it to be. ******

Another two weeks had gone by and they had both been busy, so much so that there were days that went without any calls or even e-mail between them. That was something new for them and it only served to heighten the tension when they finally did find a workable day and time in their schedules.

She was already undressed and laying in the bed, sitting back against the headboard, smoking what appeared to be the third cigarette since she had gotten there. Her left leg was bent and he had no problem seeing how her fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy as she waited for him to undress and join her.

"Starting without me,” he asked?

"More like I couldn't wait,” she said. 

"It's been weeks since I've had any and right now I just need your face in between my legs, so hurry up and shower and get that cute ass, your cock and your mouth back out here", she continued.

Five minutes later he walked out of the bathroom and did just that. When he got to the edge of the bed he bent over to capture a nipple in his mouth and reached down to replace her fingers with his. She was already quite wet and his middle two fingers slid easily inside of her. She left her hand down between her legs so she could rub her clit with her fingers and the other hand moved to cup the breast he was sucking on to make it easier for him. This was what she had been waiting for the last few days. All of the warmth and tingling from the surge of adrenaline that was starting to course through her added to the fire inside that had been building since she had walked in the door. She swore to herself that it would never be this long between meetings again.

"Time for lunch"' he said letting the nipple out from between his lips and as much as he hated to remove his fingers from her, he did and then climbed onto the bed to kneel in between her legs.

"Don't tease me today,” she said.

"I need to cum now, not ten minutes from now," she stated.

There was no gentleness in the way he started in on her. Her lips were already swollen and spread apart and his mouth went immediately to take her clit in between his lips and his tongue attacked it, moving it back and forth across it's length. His lips sucked, pinched and nibbled at it the entire time so that it was never without some kind of attention. He slid his fingers inside of her again, probing for her spot and when he found it her hips pushed hard against his face.

"Fucking yesssss,” she moaned and when she reached to pinch her nipples that put her over the edge.

She came fast and hard and if he hadn't had his arms around her legs her hips starting to buck would have separated his mouth from where he continued to assault her senses by now stroking his fingers rapidly in and out of her while he continued to suck and tongue her clit with his mouth. He wasn't going to stop until she asked him to and given her mood today that could be a while.

Until of course her cell phone started ringing. 

By the fourth ring she had calmed down enough to reach for it and look at who was calling her.

"Damn it, fuck, I've got to call back,” she said.

He rolled over her leg, onto his back and reached for the towel he had left at the foot of the bed. He was covered with her juices and after wiping his mouth he said, "it's ok, just call them back and find out what's going on."

She did and though he could only hear her side of the conversation he knew that it was at least somewhat serious. He reached over to hold her hand while she continued her conversation and relaxed until she finally snapped the lid closed on the phone.

"We done for today," he asked?

"Maybe not, I'll know in 10 or 15 minutes when they call me back with some answers,” she said.

"Arrrghhhh," she growled. "I'm so damn horny right now and not even close to being finished with you," she continued.

"Fuck em,” she said and moved her head quickly down so that she could take his cock into her mouth. "Maybe they won't have to call back,” she thought. "I need this today."

There was no gentleness in her technique today either and she stroked his shaft furiously as she sucked and licked on the head, wanting him as hard as possible as quickly as she could accomplish it. He wasn't about to complain since it seemed that whether he wanted it or not this was her day, her agenda. She was definitely setting the pace here.

It was only minutes before she lifted her head and scrambled to get on her knees beside him.

"Get up here and fuck me,” she hissed at him and as he moved behind her she was already reaching back to guide him inside of her.

She was still so wet and open from before so he slid in easily, all the way in until he could feel his balls bump against her. She moved a few inches forward and then slammed back into him, did it again, then a third time and he simply followed her lead. His hands grabbed both sides of her beautiful ass and it wasn't long before they had found a tempo that would work. Halfway out and quickly back all the way in, he could feel every inch of her warm tunnel the whole time as it squeezed, pulsed, almost milked his shaft and when he felt her ass clench he shortened the strokes and sped up.

"Keep going,” she cried out and when he moved a finger to slide just barely into her ass she dropped her head to the bed and surrendered to the pounding. She made sounds, not words as she started cumming almost continuously. He could almost feel the built up tension and emotion flowing out of her as he held himself deep inside, barely moving, waiting for her to come down from where she had flown to.

Her cell phone started ringing again. 

There was no swearing this time and he gently withdrew from her pussy and sat back on his heels to catch his breath. She was still kneeling with her head down when the phone stopped and he stepped to the floor and headed for the bathroom. He came back with a cool, wet hand towel and when she rolled to her back he gently cleaned her before handing her the phone.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking one of her cigarettes by the time she closed the phone again. She was still flushed but her expression was one of resignation.

"Finish putting yourself back together and go take care of it,” he said to her.

"You ok with this,” she asked?

"It's always going to be like this unless we go somewhere, away." "Even then we won't ever be completely away unless we have jobs that don't require us to be available 24/7," he said.

"Just remember that you owe me one, or a couple for that matter,” he said as he smiled and then leaned over to kiss her forehead.

Life can be like that sometimes.

DB 9/04