5 comments/ 26071 views/ 13 favorites Do I Really Want Some More? By: LizzysFriend **** Edited by HotBabesLover69 , Thank you from Lizzysfriend. **** **** Thanks to my friend in Texas, for letting me use your laptop to start this journey. **** **** RIP Elizabeth, I miss you so much. **** ***** Chapter 1 I should be able to overcome this, what is wrong with me? I felt doomed. I heard laughter. Nothing was inside my condo, so it had to come from outside. I opened my curtains to peek at the street and there was a couple walking towards my place and one of them was laughing, the shorter of the two anyway. I am not sure why, but I associated that laughter with rescue. I ran out the door to intercept them. I hit the sidewalk just two steps in front of them. The laughing stopped dead. Small details seemed important, but I couldn't make the quick connections of what they meant. First, the taller male of the pair had stepped in front of the female form laughing. A couple on a date my mind said, but she was dark, black skinned and thin standing behind this man. I couldn't make out her completely because of the stance of the man. Was he holding her back with his right hand? He had it twisted behind him. He was tall, and had grey hair at his temples with the rest of it black. A white guy that reminded me of my Dad, if my Dad was taller, fitter, and had hands twice their size. This man's left hand was large, and seemed symmetrical to his arm. That is what held me in place; his outstretched left arm had to be the most defined manly arm I had ever seen up close. Not his open palm in a "stop right there" gesture. I stared at that arm, like it was more precious than the diamond ring I held earlier in the evening. "Sorry to bother you guys, but I dropped my cell and my Dad was talking me through an emergency." I said in a rush. He studied me a few seconds, and then removed his right hand from behind his back. "Are you hurt?" His deep voice asked. My knees shook what the hell. "Yes, no, I think I will be ok, but..." I started to feel like I was going to cry, because I could not explain what was wrong. Everything was at the moment. "Adam, you are scaring her." A light musical voice said, and stepped up beside the man. "Ba careful Jackie, I think she might be mental." He said is a husky voice, and that just pissed me off. "I am not mental! I just need to use a phone to call my Dad back. My house is flooding!" I cried. "We have to help her." The musical voice said. In the indirect light of the street lamps, I could see him sigh if not hear him. He took another deep breath, and I felt a touch to my chin as he lifted it with a finger so my eyes could stare into the most intense face I had ever seen. I was trapped in that stare, but I could not make out the color of his eyes in the darkened street illumination. I felt connected, and warm. I never thought I would have such a powerful indirect feeling from someone I never met. The deep voice melted me, and calmed me at the same time, "I will do as much as I can since Jackie wants us to help you, where is your house?" He asked sincerely. His touch left my chin, and my skin hurt from the lack of contact. The roughness of that instance clouded my thoughts and I quickly turned and ran back up the three steps and into my condo. He said he would, and for some stupid reason I believed he would follow me. I ran into the foyer, and the clock read 9:21pm. I heard the soft clicks behind me as I walked a few steps, and could see the man only a step behind me as I turned. Damn, I could feel his breath. Goose bumps went up my arms. "The emergency, Miss?" He said as he looked around the room. I pointed towards the kitchen, and walked fast to put some distance between us. Only I didn't really want to put that distance between him and me. I felt safe near him. I had never in my life felt like I didn't have to worry about the environment I was in. I couldn't understand it. This aura he gave off was intoxicating to me. I stopped just inside the doorway to the kitchen and looked at the wet mess. I felt him brush past me. In a blink he had grabbed the smaller pot I had used earlier and dumped the water in it into the sink. He then replaced the big pot with the empty little one and picked up the huge thing with one hand and used the other to aim it into the sink with its contents which included my drowned cell as it clunked into the sink. He lifted that huge pot one handed. Damn, he was so strong. He replaced the small pot with the now empty large one. "Jackie, we need towels." He said. I felt a light touch on my arm. "Where do you keep your towels, Dear?" The musical voice asked. "Ah, in the drawer over there. " I said and pointed. I paused, in the kitchen light, I saw beauty. This black goddess had to have the most perfect skin and so dark. He quickly opened it and pulled out every hand towel in the drawer and dumped them on the wet floor. "I said,'Towels', not rags." He said gruffly. "Those are hand towels. " I volunteered. I heard the laughter coming from his date, and this time I turned and looked at her, just her. I was trying not to see the whole picture of her. It was too perfect. She had to have a flaw somewhere. She was my same height, with cornrow braids that ended half between her neck and her smaller breasts. Her nose was slightly flattened, but it fit her face. So much so, that I was jealous of that elfin like face. It was beautiful, and her black eyes just added to the allure. She was so dark, that when she smiled her very white perfect teeth glowed in contrast. She had a thin frame, and a beautiful neckline. Why, for God's sake was I looking at her boobs? It was only an instant, but she looked like she was a model, actress or something. I felt self-conscious about the outfit I was wearing. When she turned and I could see her perfect ears, I almost didn't hear what she was asking me. "Do you have some bath towels, Dear?" She asked in that musical voice. "Upstairs, I'll be right back." I ran past her, then up my stairway, into the bathroom and grabbed four towels in the closet behind the bathroom door, and stared at the monster in the mirror looking back at me. My clothes were wet, and my makeup had run. My ruined mascara made me look like a raccoon. I quickly just wiped off the whole mess and cried inside because that man had seen me like this. I quickly replaced my soaked blouse with an old concert T-shirt. It didn't go with the skirt, but it was the first thing I saw in my bedroom as I headed downstairs with the towels. The first thing I felt comfortable wearing that is. Just outside the doorway to the kitchen, I could hear them talking. So I paused before walking in. Really, I wanted to see if they were talking about me. "The Hot water turn off was behind the drawer next to the sink. She was half way done before we got here. "The man said. "Well, can you fix it?" The woman asked. "Of course I could fix it, but nothing is open to replace the faucet now. Besides, wasn't the plan to just help her out of her emergency? The water is turned off. She can call a plumber in the morning." I walked into the kitchen with the towels and unfolded them and started mopping up the floor. The water was off, but for some reason I was still emotional. Was it because he suggested they leave soon? After a few minutes, I felt a tapping on my shoulder and looked up. The man was standing over me. I stood up to talk to him. I didn't want him to think I needed anything more from him. His voice seemed gentler this time, and I was calmed a little. "My name is Adam, and this is Jackie." He gestured to the woman, and she tilted her head down and back up with a smile. "You need to use a phone, to call your Dad?" He asked, and pulled out a cell from his front pocket pants as he said it. He pushed on the display a couple times and handed it to me. I dialed my Dad, grateful that I could connect to him while Adam was standing there. "Who is this?" My dad asked after he said hello. "It's me, Dad, I had to call on someone else's phone." "Are you ok? Do I need to get on a plane?" "No, Dad, I am ok, now, a nice couple has stopped by and stopped the water. I just could not see the second valve. I dropped my cell into the pot of water when it burned my hand "Can I talk to him?" Adam asked, and held out his hand. I handed the cell back to him without a pause. "Sir, this is Adam Turner, and I turned off the water. The sink fixture has corroded on the inside, and your daughter will need a new one. The second valve was hidden behind a drawer to the right of the sink. I think someone did some remodeling because it is not to code." "I see." I heard my Dad say then pause. "What do you suggest Adam?" "She can call a plumber in the morning, if she owns this place, have him reposition the hot water valve and replace the fixture. If she rents, she should contact the owners and have them at least pay for the relocation of the valve if not the fixture. Legally they can't sell the place, or rent it without it being up to code." "Thank you, Adam. My little girl is important to me, and I feel helpless being so far away. Can I talk to her, again, please?" "Yes sir." Adam handed the phone back to me. "Daddy." "Pumpkin, do I need to fly out there and take care of things or can you handle it?" "I can handle it, this occurrence was just unexpected. I was tired after so long a day at work." "I see, then, well. Love you, Pumpkin. Call me when you get a new phone." "Yes Daddy. Love you, too. Bye." I hung up. I was annoyed that he didn't think I could handle it, even though I hadn't done a very good job of it. Chapter 2 I looked around and Jackie was on the floor wiping up the last of water. I felt embarrassed with her on her hands and knees, cleaning my kitchen floor. Yet, I hadn't stopped her. After she was done, Adam helped her up. He picked up the towels. He looked at me while he held the soaking mess. "I, ah, have a washer upstairs." I said. He nodded and started to walk towards my stairway. "Nooo." I yelled, "I will take them." I forcibly removed them from him then sprinted up the stairs the second time that night. I had to go through the bedroom, then bathroom to the laundry closet and dump them in the washer. I turned and looked at the image in the mirror. The wet towels had gotten my second shirt wet, and my tits were clearly not invisible for the second time that night. Should I put on a third shirt? I figured I didn't have time, and figured I already had myself hanging out all ready so far. I walked down stairs with as much dignity as I could. This time as they were talking Jackie was all smiles and Adam looked perplexed. I couldn't get a read on their mood. She seemed to be happy about his discomfort. "Thank you, Adam." I said as gracefully as I could. "And you too Jackie." "No problem Pumpkin." Jackie said with a smile. "Pumpkin?" I asked. "That is what your Dad called you, right?" "I, ah, yea, my name is Elizabeth, but my friends call me Lizzy." Jackie laughed, "My Dad calls me Sunshine." I had a weird nickname connection to her and I turned to Adam for him to volunteer his nickname from his parents. He raised one eyebrow, then casually said, "Must be a woman thing, my Dad just calls me Adam." He said. Jackie and I both laughed at his dry statement. "So, Lizzy, did you have plans for the night, other than the flood in the kitchen?" Jackie asked. "Well, I came home early from a date gone bad. I was hoping I could have stayed out till midnight, or one if it had gone really good." I said. "Really? With a guy or girl?" She asked. I laughed. "He was a guy." "Was he as well built as Adam?" She asked. I looked at Adam. I thought for a second, and Adam had kind of a handsome face. "Well, he was younger, and I can't tell with what Adam is wearing." "Adam, take off your shirt." Jackie blurted out. He looked at Jackie, and his mouth dropped. "You can't be serious. I will not be made a fool of tonight." "Oh, I am serious." Jackie said. "We don't know anything about this woman." He said with his eyebrows coming down. "So, you are saying, you don't find her attractive. I do." Jackie said. "I didn't say that." He said. "Then what's the problem, with you taking off your shirt? Are you afraid?" She said teasingly. Adam's eyes narrowed. "This is going to only going to be trouble, and don't try to manipulate me." He said forcibly. The exchange had me interested. I didn't understand the undercurrents, but why was it going on? Adam turned towards me. He paused. Then he smirked. "Lizzy, can you dry my shirt? I got it wet turning off your water?" He said. Jackie's smile went wider. That would mean they were staying for what, thirty minutes. Did I want them to stay? It would be rude not to try after they had helped me. Talking to them wouldn't be so bad. "Sure, no problem." I said. He unbuttoned his blue shirt and underneath it was a white sleeveless tee. He held his shirt out to me, but I looked at his chest through the white material and I could feel my breathing increase. I could clearly see his defined shoulder muscles where they connected to his arms. When he moved, muscles flexed just under the skin. Even his pectoral muscles seem to flex with each arm movement. Then he removed that white tee. He was better built than that David sculpture in Las Vegas I saw last summer. "Well, was he as well built as Adam?" Jackie asked innocently. "No, he wasn't." I said in a raspy voice. Adam bent over, untied his shoes. Were his socks wet, I thought? Then another thought came to me, that back is so manly. I want to touch it. How can a man be so gorgeous with just his shirt off? It wasn't fair. Out of his shoes, Adam stood. He looked me in the eyes. I saw for the first time his blue green eyes opened wide. His mouth looked serious on one side and a slight grin on the other. I was scared. His nose was slightly Italian like, and his nostrils flared. Then Adam undid his belt. I don't know why I didn't say anything. His khaki pants fell with a heavy thud and he stepped out of them. A big black object was attached to the inside waist in the rear of his pants. Was it his wallet? I didn't really care at the moment. Yet it seemed awkwardly placed. I could not help but stare at those legs. Those legs had muscles. Real muscles with veins distinguished from the top and sides. He was wearing grey silk boxers. Those boxers could contain a tiny dick for all I cared. The rest of him was amazing to look at. Although, well, you know, I was hoping for a nice package; a sweet dessert for me to taste after eating the main meal. At first, I didn't see anything under that grey material. The material was too loose. Then, he used his toes to take off his socks. The pile of clothes was growing. Were they all wet? Jesus, I didn't want to do laundry all night. Then, on his right leg, was the outline of something. Was it his dick? I mean, it couldn't be. If it was, well, I couldn't bear to see it and not touch it. Adam looked at the couch, then at Jackie. "Not enough room here." He said. "I am sure we can use the bedroom upstairs." Jackie said. Where they going to get it on? In my bed, they can't be serious. He turned back to me, and approached me. I stood up as tall as I could to tell him he could not use my bed for their play. He didn't ask. He just looked at me, and bent his head down. Was he going down for a kiss? I turned my head so he wouldn't touch my lips. Yet, that was not his goal after all. He whispered in my ear. I felt his warm breath on my neck and ear. "How big is your dryer?" He asked. "My dryer?" I asked. "Yea. Can it dry more clothes than I just took off?" He asked. "I think so." I said, but my mind was whirling. Kiss my neck I told him telepathically. "Tell Jackie you can dry her clothes too, or we will be here all night." He said, but there was some suggestion in his tone. Would they stay all night if I didn't dry her clothes? His chest was so near. I moved slightly, to pretend like I was getting a better angle to look at Jackie, but my hand brushed his arm. He didn't appear to notice. My mouth went dry at the tightness of his muscles. "Jackie, I can dry your clothes too." I said. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Jackie was laughing. As I turned to look at her better a few seconds later, she wasn't shy about taking off her clothes. Hell, she was already naked down to her yellow frilly panties before I even finished my earlier statement. Is that normal? I mean, she seemed like she expected no resistance from me. "I'll get your clothes." I said. "Jackie will carry them." He said calmly. I trembled as he nibbled on my left ear lightly. "Jackie, bring the clothes, and place the Luger on my side." He said, but it didn't make sense to me. What's a Luger, I wanted to ask? "No problem Adam. How are you going to get her upstairs?" she asked with a laugh. "I'll carry her when the time is right." He said, and smiled for the first time that night. With him looking at me like that I was hoping the time was right now. His teeth were clean, straight, and white. Was I turned on? Was it cold in here? What is he doing? He hasn't even kissed me... Then the kisses started. A more perfect time could not have been arranged after my question. He placed a light kiss under my ear, and another an inch down from there. Each kiss became more sensual from the prior one. I didn't resist him. He could easily have forced himself on me, but he was being deliberately gentle and slow. He had not even touched me with any other part of his body. His lips turned me on. The world seemed to shrink to my perceptions. Stupid things did pop up though. Did I pay the water bill? Why was I thinking that? That little voice in the back of my head started yelling. Sluts let this happen. Don't be a slut it said. He then held my hand and played with my fingers. I screamed back at that little voice in my head. "Shut up Bitch!" He must have took it for a sign, because his lips were touching mine next. I fucking felt on fire. It was so hot, and for some stupid reason after he stopped more questions popped into my head. Will my water bill go up because of the water leak? Will he kiss me again? Can we just fuck right now? I pushed him away. He can't be doing this. Isn't there some sort of ritual we have to do first? Dinner? A movie? He didn't resist my push, he even went with it, and I thought he would be mad, but he just smiled. I tried to will him closer, but he just stood there holding my hand, smiling. He didn't advance, he didn't do anything. I wanted him. I know I pushed him away, but I wanted to be closer to him at the same time. Why did my action not make him do what I expected? How come he is not upset for offsetting him? It wasn't a rejection, just a slow down kind of thing I realized. What was he waiting for? Damn it, he was waiting for me, in a flash I ripped off my T shirt. I exposed my breasts to him. If he doesn't get closer now, he has got to be gay. Please don't be gay, Adam. Please oh please don't be gay I said in my head. His right fingertip traced a circle around my left breast. "Lizzy, you have very pretty tits. I am going to enjoy kissing them." What?! I mean, this compliment was unexpected. It was the first real one since we met, and I wasn't sure how to respond. My nipple that he had not touched sure liked the proximity of his finger. He wasn't rough with his movements, but the texture of his finger felt rough compared to my skin. Did I take off my shirt on purpose? Why did I do that? Why do I keep questioning my own actions? Do I Really Want Some More? He got closer. I got closer too. Didn't I just push him away? Why am I thinking, I yelled in my head? His breath was on my neck. I could smell mint on it. There was something else though. At first, I could not understand what I smelled. Then it hit me, wet male skin. Not sweat, but wet like from a shower. Sounds of Jackie moving came through at that moment, but I pictured a guy like this on a beach as the life guard. Ready to jump in and save me, and he had already in a way. I didn't want saving really. If he did, he had been reluctant about it. That made it ok, the feeling that he was willing to let me drown. Shit! I am crazy. Suddenly, his hands gripped my upper arms in a firm but a loose touch. I could move away, but I felt connected to him. I looked up into his blue green eyes. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked meekly. He paused. "Carry you to your bed, and have my way with you." He said. "What if I don't let you?" I asked. "Then I will go home with soaking wet clothes and you will be left untouched." He said jokingly. "Do you want me to carry you to bed?" "I don't know." I said. Realizing I wanted him to do exactly that. Would he really stop though? "I can work with that response for now. Later, you will have to be more firm. " He pulled me in for a kiss, and we French kissed a long time. I couldn't think of anything else except how much I wanted this guy. Fuck the bed, let's do it here I thought. Was that too slutty? Argh! I wrapped my arms and finally touched that back of his. Our tongues intertwined in a sensual manner. He was so playful, teasing me with his teeth and biting lightly on my lips and trying to push my tongue back into my mouth with his. I didn't even consider that was possible for a guy before. Guys before him were so amateurish in kissing. After time had stopped and finally restarted, he bent down slightly and grabbed my ass firmly and lifted me. Holy shit. Then he tossed me in the air like I was a little kid to land cradled in his arms. I gasped and grasped. "Careful, no sudden movement or I might drop you." He said calmly, but no man has ever lifted me so easily since I was a kid. I was excited and horrified at the same time. My arms wrapped around his very thick neck. I felt safe. Like being with my Dad, only ten times better. He walked up the stairs with me in his arms, and pushed through the open doorway of my bedroom. He literally threw me on the bed. I bounced and laughed at the experience. Jackie was already in the room. Did she go up first? This was it. He was going to tear my skirt and panties off and fuck my ass off. He was I just knew it. He looked around the room. Chapter Four "This stops now Jackie!" He said firmly. He took a few steps back and looked around the room again. "I can't and won't do this, not here anyway." He said seriously. He stood there like a massive rock unmoving. "I knew it as soon as I walked in here. Honestly, it will only take ten minutes to fix." "You promise, ten minutes. I am walking home just like this if it is eleven." He said seriously. "I promise, both of us can do it in ten after I explain." "Ok, but I have to wait at the top of the stairs. I can't look at this disgusting room." "No problem, Adam, just let me explain to her before your timer starts." He walked out of the room. Presumably to stand at the top of the stairs, I guess. What the hell happened? Did I do something wrong? "Hurry Lizzy, we don't have much time. He will walk home naked to prove his point." "Time, what?" "Your bedroom is a mess, there are clothes all over and the bed is not made." "I don't understand, no guy ever cared before." I said. "Have you ever had Super sex?" "What's Super sex?" "If you are asking then the answer is no. Hurry, get some clean sheets as we talk, we can pickup as I explain." I ran to the laundry closet to get my favorite set of blue paisley print sheets. When I returned the bed was already stripped of coverings. I tossed half of the fitted sheet to her that I held in my hand. "Why are we doing this? I just put these on a couple days ago." I asked. "You are going to get the best sex of your life, and your game has to be tight with this particular man to get it. He will not fuck in a pig's sty as he calls it." "My bedroom?" I asked. It wasn't that messy. Hell, I just moved in a month ago. "Yea." The sheets went on fast, and we made the bed in a blink. "So, how do you fit into this? I mean, I am not into girls, really." I said. Hahaha. "You have this all wrong. I am not into girls either. This is not for Jack's benefit. He could probably choose any woman he wants if he has enough time to do it. He is going to show you a good time because I asked him to, or rather begged. You probably will even forget I am here once you two get started. You did not make a very good first impression." "Well, circumstances..." I started to say. She went on like a bull dozer. "Look, under that makeup you wore earlier, you are a pretty woman. I would still brush my hair if I was you before he comes back. It will get bed head anyway, but still. " Bed was made, and the clothes on my siting chair were try-on clothes. I just didn't make time to put them away, ever. They went into the closet and hung in mere seconds. After all, the hangers were still on them. Asshole, these are clean clothes. Jackie had been gathering the clothes on the floor, and went into the bathroom as I finished up. Her perfect hourglass shape was exotic to look at. Her ass wiggled as walked away. I wasn't attracted to her, but she wasn't a turn off either. I picked up all my shoes on the floor and put them in the closet, and closed the door. "Five minutes." Adam bellowed. "Quick, brush your hair." She said, and glided to the bed herself. I went into the bathroom, brushed my hair, my teeth, and heard. "That's it. Time's up." He said. I spit out the toothpaste, wiped my mouth and hurried into the room. He looked stiff as he looked around the room, then took a deep breath, and like a spring uncoiled. "My side?" He asked. "Yes, like always." Jackie volunteered. Adam sat on the bed, then moved so his upper half was sitting up on the pillows leaning against the wooden headboard. He held out his left hand to Jackie. She handed him a large square piece of plastic. "Let's get a couple things straight before we begin." He said. Jackie rolled her eyes. "Adam, you take the fun out of getting started." She whined. "I don't care." He said. "What things?" I asked. "Number one, no anal sex, or rather no anal penetration into my ass or yours. Don't ask me, so I won't disappoint you later." Huh. He is telling me he won't do anal? Is that a deal breaker? I mean, I enjoyed it with a small dildo in the bath once in a while. Why is he telling me this? "OK, and the next thing." I asked sarcastically. "I wear condoms with you, period. Jackie doesn't need them." That seemed like a no brainer, but now I wasn't as excited. The mood was dead. Maybe it showed on my face? "I told you that would kill the mood." Jackie said. "Then we can go home, no problem." He said. "Yeah, maybe you should", I thought but said nothing. "Adam, please, I can rekindle the fire." Jackie said. How? I thought. He looked serious. "You don't think I can." He asked. "I know you can, but I want to try. Please, let me try first. "She said. He thought for a while, and then a single nod from him and a smile as big as half a cantaloupe graced her face. Is she going to try to entice me? I told her I wasn't into women earlier. What part of that did she not understand? Jackie's form got closer to him. I watched as she grazed his skin with her fingers from her left hand. She stroked up his arm and down his chest. His face didn't change, but his toes curled. I saw them. When she changed positions and stroked his boxers, he brushed her hand away from his crotch. She laughed. Now this was getting interesting. Why would he do that? Her strokes went down his thigh, and she shivered. He flexed his left thigh, she shivered again. "No fair." She said. "Who says I play fair?" He stated, but his voice seemed to crack as if holding back laughter. I saw goose bumps appear on his chest. A chest that was almost bare of hair. Sparse hair started just above his navel and proceeded down in an upside down V shape. A few straggly hairs were around his nipples and seemed to get bumps with each stroking of Jackie's hand. I was so close I could see his belly inhale and exhale. Holy shit, when did I cross the room? I could clearly see him up close now. Those valleys between his abs muscles just looked yummy. I wanted to feel them, and maybe draw lines in the creases with my fingertips. His chest flexed, and Jackie backed away. "Done?" he asked. Her breathing increased in speed. "No, damn you, I can do this. Can I at least bring Mr. Happy out to play?" She asked. "No, but I will let you touch the material covering him." He said. Mr. what? "Lizzy, could you stroke his upper arm for me? He likes his upper thighs and upper arms touched by female hands." Jackie said. My first real touch of his bare skin excited me. "Uh, I guess." They were good looking arms. Large muscles and I could not get my hand around that upper arm. It looked powerful. Had I gotten even closer to touch? I stroked his upper right arm, and it moved slowly. The tricep I felt was like a rock. He started playing with my navel of all things. Moving his index finger in a slow circle around the bumpy flesh, I tried to concentrate. I looked to what Jackie was doing, and her left hand was moving the grey material finding something just under it. OMG, his hand was under my breast now, and not grabbing at my tit. He was just massaging the flesh near my stomach. Why is he taking so long to touch my tits? Every guy touches them within seconds of them being exposed. What is taking so long? I shook them a little. He laughed a little, but it didn't move his hand any more North. "There is Mr. Happy." Jackie said happily. I looked down at his tented boxers. At least they were tented close to the edge of his right leg opening. That could not be right. Didn't body builders have small dicks because of steroids? I mean, in college, the steroid guys had a lot of acme too. This guy's skin was slightly tan and flawless. This object didn't look particularly small even though still mostly hidden. It bulged. Why hide it? Shouldn't a guy flaunt something like that? What was I missing? Was I turned on knowing it was bigger than I expected? No. I wasn't, I was just curious. Something else was turning me on. Jackie's response and movements started the fire. Her hand sensually moving up and down the shaft through the material and her face was showing pure bliss. This was hot. Her black hand was going up and down his legs and caused his bulge to jump. The head poked out the leg hole and Adam covered it up and I screamed inside. "Set Mr. Happy free!" After he adjusted himself, I felt him tug at my waist. I eased forward, and he reached in between my legs. Holy shit, his hand was a mere inch below my pussy and sawing between my legs. I went to move his hand closer, trying to pull it into my panty clad sex, and he refused to move it. I could not force that solid steel of bone and muscle up into me. I tried twice more, and finally gave up. "Please, Jack, touch me there." The slut inside me had won. It galled how much I wanted him to touch me. "Put a condom on me first." He said, like it was no big deal. Jackie slithered away, but she was panting, and her ass was literally shaking. What was going on with her? "Ok." I said. Then he quickly pulled my skirt down, exposing my panties. Did it show I was wet? I felt like I was wet. What if he doesn't like my panties? Was that the first move? Everything else seemed slow, this seemed unplanned and deliberate. "You have nice looking legs." He said simply, and I wondered how come he didn't mention the panties until, "I love the color of your panties too." He said finally. That had to be his third compliment. Why was I keeping track of fucking compliments coming from him? Did his mention that I had almost solved my own problem in the kitchen count as one? It couldn't have, it seemed so back handed at the time. It had to count as number four though I think. I placed my fingers in the band of my panties on each side and he stopped me. "Not yet. I want you to savor the moment for a little longer. Trust me. I will take them off eventually." "OK." I said a little unsure. Thoughts of weird things went through my mind. He doesn't like pussies? Is he just going to cum on the outside of my panties? Is he going to get me all hot, and then not follow through? This seemed weird since it has never happened to me before. Guys just go to town when the panties come off. I glanced over at Jackie. She was sitting up at the foot of the bed, with her panties still on. She was teasing the outside of them. Her black skin perfectly melded with her nipples on her chest. Her breasts were smaller than mine, but fit her frame. I had never seen skin so black. She was smiling. Like a crazed cat she was smiling. When she saw me looking she nodded her head. It must mean something, but what? Adam got out of bed. He pulled his boxers down, freeing his dick to plop out straight ahead parallel to the ground. I felt him place something in my hand, but I was looking at his crotch. He had trimmed the pubic area so his pubes were not curly and long like my last lover's area. That is not what had my attention. His dick, although enormous, looked like it was circumcised. It didn't hold my attention either. His nut sack wasn't essentially appealing either. They were not especially big compared to his dick. Not small, just normal, proportional. The problem was the crease between his legs and crotch. I had never in my life seen such a perfect fit for some reason. He had a cut look, but the muscles were bold at the creases. There was no fat there, or I guess on his whole body. The black short hairs stood out against his flesh. Is this how a man is supposed to look like there? It seemed more natural and elegant at the same time. Masculinity oozed from him in every potential body part I had seen. I wondered what his ass looked like. I tried to focus on his dick. "Wow, it's a big dick." I said. I heard some scratching noise from Jackie, and then the tempo of it increased. I didn't give it much thought though with this man standing in front of me, naked. "It's just a dick. It is nothing special." He said humbly. "Now, put the condom on!" He said firmly. "Yes, sir!" I said sarcastically, yet he took it for his due. It was odd. I opened the package and pulled out the latex covering. The diameter seemed bigger than I remembered, and I couldn't help but nibble at his cock a little before I put it on. It had almost no taste, and I smelled a hint of soap. I got a lick on the tip, and then he tapped me on the head with a finger. "The Condom, now." He said even more firmly. Was I doing it wrong? Yea, I know, guys love it when a girl sucks their dick. It is not that I don't like, it is just that I don't think I am that good at it. They haven't complained, but I really hope this guy does not expect me to gobble up this thing. It was too intimidating. With it encased in the plastic, I would probably gag on it. I stroked the shaft after the plastic was fully covering it. It didn't go all the way down, and my mind could not understand why. I tried to stretch it more, and Adam laughed. "Lizzy, its ok, it is on all the way." He said. I looked to my side and Jackie had her mouth open and was not moving her hand on her crotch anymore. She didn't move. Did I do something wrong? Why do I feel unsure of myself around this guy? I wonder if Adam sensed my unease. "She is fine. She won't touch you, unless you ask her." "Touch me?" I asked. He took it for a statement. He pulled me to stand on my feet. He whispered in my ear. "She likes your neck. She is especially fond of necks." "Huh?" I said, but he moved my hair away from my neck facing Jackie. I was looking at her like a doofus. He didn't wait to explain. He sat on the bed eye level to my tits. I watched Jackie, and felt him caress my boobs one at a time, then together. He felt them for long time before starting to kiss the skin above and below my nipples. My brain couldn't figure out what he was going to do next. I kept asking inside what is he going to do next? That feels nice. I felt his face rub against my left nipple, and his right hand mashed my left ass cheek. Never in my life did I hate a piece of material so much as I did my blue panties at that moment. I wanted nothing between me and those magical fingers. To say I was turned on was an understatement. I knew with every fiber in my body if he didn't place his dick in me soon I would kill him. Literally, I would kill him. I mewed. I trembled. My knees shook. Then the kisses started on my nipples. Asshole, I was too sensitive. "I don't want to kill you!" I said trembling in his touches. I had to sit, or something. I knew I had to sit. I moved, and he did something to push me lying face down on my bed. The bed made my breasts tingle. I was so close. I could feel it coming. His deep voice penetrated my pending climax. "I am going to bite your neck." What? Huh? Then he did. He didn't break the skin on the back of my neck. He just moved my long blonde hair out of the way, and lightly bit. I stayed at some weird plateau of bliss. I felt his hand move between my legs. He pressed firmly on my pussy through my panties. I came. Fuck everyone, I enjoyed it. I don't know how long it lasted. It just was so intense. What would it have felt like without my panties on? The smell of sex permeated the air. How come he didn't put a finger in? Jackie was laughing musically. "That was sooner than I expected, was it for you?" She said I guess to Jack. "Jackie, I told you before, every woman is different. It is not a set formula to make a girl cum. This one has sensitive nipples is all." Adam said. "Is it because she has big tits?" Jackie asked. "No. I think it's a mind connection to her body. I have theories." Adam said. "Later, Jack, I want you to finish." "I don't need to. " He said. I turned over onto my back. My whole body felt heavy. "That was great." I said, and meant it. "Why do I feel so weak?" I asked. "Lack of protein calories I imagine. Maybe you should sleep." He said seriously. "I could, but I want more." I told the room. "See, Jack, she wants more, give her the real sleeping shot." "Shot?" I asked a little afraid. "Figure of speech, Dear." Jackie said. "Ok, well..." I said firmly. "Well, what?" Adam said. "Give me the shot, and don't be an asshole about it." I said. He smirked. Jackie laughed. He crossed his arms. "What's in it for me?" He asked. "Huh?" "Dear, I told you your game has to be tight." Jackie said. "I don't understand." Really, I didn't. He rolled his eyes. "I guess I could give you a freebie, but this is the last charity work I do for you." "Charity?" I was furious. He just implied fucking me was doing me a favor. I sat up. He stood up. "Jackie, I must love you to put up with this." He said. He reached and ripped off my panties so fast I didn't know it was happening. "I know you do, Sweetheart." She said. "Now, look here..." I said. His hands grasped around my ankles and he pulled me towards the edge of the bed. Do I Really Want Some More? "I am not charity, I am..." His dick was just suddenly right at the entrance to my pussy. Did he even look at it? Next he pulled my whole body towards him making me impale myself on his dick. The shock of the suddenness made me forget what I was going to say. I felt him pull my hair with his left hand from my backside. I couldn't think. He was in me. Was he talking? I just felt stuffed. A good stuffing, but still, the position was a little awkward, until I wrapped my legs around him and my feet were resting on his tight ass. Shit, his ass muscles were so tight. "Holy SHIT!" I screamed. He pulled out a little. "MORE!" I whispered or was I yelling? "You get what I give you and don't throw a fit. You can't handle more yet." No emotion came through those words, and he plunged into me again. My brain felt electric shocks go up my spine. My hair tried to whip out of his hold. My head moved without me telling it too. Pain from my scalp helped ease the pleasure. I was fucking him. The sweet pleasure was intense, so intense my hips moved like I was riding a jack hammer. "Sweet Jesus!" I yelled, or thought I did. Was he even moving? My whole body was in spasms in short order. Then he mashed my left tit with his huge hand. He swatted my tit against his chest lightly. My nipple grazed his chest and I fucking orgasmed. It should have come from my pussy. It didn't. It came from his touch on my breast and pull of my hair. My neck told my body to orgasm somehow. My pussy just went along for the ride. He let go of my tit, then my hair. I was a little calmer, kinda. He pulled away and I felt empty and sore. I was really sore down there. When he forced my legs apart and he was no longer touching me there, I felt like I had been doused in sweat. How come he didn't say anything? Did we really just fuck? How long did it last, seconds, a minute, a hour? His cock looked angry swinging up and bouncing against his abdomen. I didn't know what to do. "Please, Jack." I said. "What?" He said seriously. I looked into those blue green eyes and saw amusement and maybe a little contempt from the smirk on his face. "More, please." "Ok, but you owe me. Turn over; I like the doggy position best when I am standing up." He said in that deep voice of his. "You are in for it now, Lizzy." Jackie said. I turned over, placing my ass in the air and my knees on the edge of the bed. I bent my knees a little and I felt him move in closer. Heat was coming from his legs and my legs absorbed it through the millimeters of separation from his flesh to mine. He put his hands on my ass. I thought he said no anal, didn't he say that? I knew I couldn't take it after seeing his dick, much less feeling it in my pussy just moments before. The head of his dick grazed my clit as it found its perch just at the entrance again. I was not going to be so uncontrollable this time. He just left it there, his dick touching me down there. I thought nothing was going to happen, but I felt his thumbs press into my back. His hands pulled my hips and his cock just slid on the outside. It felt really good. Yet, I wanted something a little more. When I thought I had the angle right he just backed away not letting it go inside. Argh! I reached between my legs. You are going in Mr. Happy. I thought. Was he or Jackie laughing? It didn't matter, I could feel the head of his cock in my grip. It was like holding a spongy mushroom. The thought of a mushroom in my pussy caused me to pause. Do I want this? Now is the time to stop. For a second I realized what was wrong. The condom made his dick feel fake. It couldn't be real because I could feel the plastic exterior. My brain went into overload. I couldn't make myself put his cock in me because he was wearing the stupid thing. My mind went in circles. I just held it, unsure of what to do. "Why are you smiling now, Jack? What are you thinking?" Jackie asked. "I think you should come hold my arm as I plunge into this woman." He said. "I don't think that is a good idea, Jack." She said seriously. "Too bad, you asked, and you owe me a lot more than she does." He said. The bed moved. I couldn't see Jackie, but I felt the bed move. What was she doing? "Will we be even then?" I heard her say from beside me now. "No, but you will be closer to being even." He said. What were these two babbling about? Couldn't they tell I was having issues? I looked in Jackie's direction. Jackie was crying. I turned my body, and she was just an inch away from Jack, crying. "I'll do it, but not before you are in her." She said whimpering. "Fair enough. " He said seemingly not to care tears were streaming down her face. He pulled away. What the hell? I felt a hand leave my left hip. He entered me, a lot harder this time. I choked. It felt like a bat was going in me, and my stomach was in my throat. Then, "I am in, Jackie." He said. She looked at me worried, and then all she did was grab a hold of his upper arm. I think he flexed the muscles in it as he pulled out of me a little, and I felt a little better. Now, I didn't feel like my organs were about to be coughed up. This was weird, but really good. Jackie's eyes were rolled up into her head. She looked so beautiful. She was radiating a glow although tears were streaming down her face. I wish I could see Jack's face as he fucked me. I could feel different resistances along his shaft and I could not think on anything specific. My thoughts seemed streamlined towards getting more cock. Nothing else mattered to me. I wanted to lose myself in this barrage of intensity of pleasure. I sounded like some wild animal with every thrust. I couldn't make out coherent words. Adam didn't seem to care, but in the back of my mind I worried Jackie would spoil my pending orgasm. It was going to be huge. The dick went in, I grunted. The dick moved out, I grunted. I knew I would feel terrible if Jackie said something like "She is acting like a stuffed pig" or "This heifer really needed a bull." My mind went crazy wanting to feel the dick and not wanting Jackie to say anything. She wasn't touching me at all, but she looked to be in ecstasy. I was the one getting her brains fucked out. I felt like any moment I was going to burst, but she looked like she was high on drugs. I felt his big hands squeeze my hips and not let me push back more into him when I thought I wanted to feel my ass slap against his thighs. My pussy felt like a guitar string on the verge of snapping. In and out, he went. Adam was fucking me well. I never did feel the top of his thighs when he went deep into me. I knew he hit a barrier of some type, but I thought it was just the angle he was going in. I climbed my peak towards my next orgasm, and it just came from my pussy properly this time. I had never experienced anything quite like this orgasm. I could feel the bed sheets in my palms as if they were part of me. Adam's dick sawed in and out, but I didn't feel the pressure of it anymore, but I felt tingles going up my spine. In my head I was screaming. "This cock is mine. I deserve this cock!" "Faster." I know I said that. He complied. I flexed on him. My orgasm crashed into my head and my arms and legs flailed. It went on, and on, and on, until. "No more Jack!" Jackie screamed. I focused my eyes on her, and she was shaking as hard as I was. "Let go baby." He said. "Let Go!" He yelled. Only he wasn't talking to me. I came one last time. My pussy pulsed and throbbed as he removed his slimy latex covered dick. My own juices ran down my legs. My lungs filled fully with air and my head pulsed threatening the worst headache ever. It didn't come. Just terror of the air conditioning coming on and freezing my sweat covered body. "I can't let go!" She cried. "It is too much." He pulled away from both of us. His hands pushed my hips away. I started to feel empty, and sore. I whipped my head around to see him better. It took my ass out of his reach, but I wanted to see what was happening. Her fingers dug into his arm and thin blood streaks formed from scratches as he pulled her hands off of him. He moved her hands to the bed. Forcibly moving her body into the same position I was in just moments before. Her body moved stiffly. I was fascinated. It was surreal when he pulled her panties to her knees and off her legs. Her black shape reminded me of a panther. Was she clean shaven? I couldn't tell what her pussy looked like from this angle. Adam looked over at me. I couldn't read his face. He pulled the condom off his cock. He crushed it into a sort of ball. He smirked. Looking me straight in eyes, he threw that piece of latex right at my face. It hit me on the forehead. "Asshole!" I yelled. He laughed. Then he took a hold of his cock and plunged into Jackie. He didn't touch her with his hands. He held them on his own hips. Only his cock touched her that I could tell. She fucked back into him. Moving her ass back and forth, and looking like she was taking the whole length of him. Her ass shook as he obviously bottomed out in her. Each backward thrust sent her butt into tremors that stopped at the small of her back. I wonder what she thought of my ass. Hers was fucking sexy as hell. I watched. It was highly erotic the skin contrast they had. Did my face have that ugly contorted look as Adam had hammered me? She was chewing on the bed sheet. "I am going to blow, baby." He said. "My shoulders please God, my shoulders." I saw a twitch in his left eye, and then he reached down and placed his hands on her shoulders. "That's it!" She hissed. She screamed into the bed. She screamed, and her back spasmed. He pulled out and took a few steps back away from her. She thrashed, and flung her arms out and hit my legs. I had to back away to prevent any other part of my body getting pummeled. When she slowed, I looked up at Adam. He looked at me, and winked. Wow. Weird, but wow. "Lizzy, can we crash here for the night? Jackie will sleep for a while." He asked. "Sure." I said and meant it. "Did you get enough?" He asked. I looked him. He looked tired in the face. I felt fucking wonderful. I felt content of all things. "For the moment." I said honestly. "Good, remember that favor you owe me." He asked. "Yea." I said cautiously. "Can you move Jackie to one side of the bed, I can't touch her yet." He said seriously. "What do you mean you can't touch her yet?" I asked. "It would take too long to explain. I'll even call us almost even if you sleep in the middle between Jackie and me for a little while." "Almost?" "Well, I did turn off your water before you drowned. I have to leave by 7am." Oh, I had forgotten completely about that. UGH! FUCK! SHIT! 7am. I don't even get up till 7am on work days. What time was it? "So we are almost even if I move her and sleep in the middle." I asked. It was weird wanting to do those simple things for him. He nodded. I moved her to the right side of the bed, then got out of bed. I got ready for bed, and didn't bother putting on any clothes. Adam looked for his pants, and found them hanging up in the closet. His nose crinkled looking at the inside of my closet. Damn, I didn't have time to put my shoes away in a neat manner. It wasn't that messy I thought. He closed the closet door, and fully naked got into bed with his cell. He turned out the lights after I positioned myself in the middle of the bed. I heard really soft snoring coming from Jackie. She was completely out. He turned towards me, and kissed each of my eyelids. It was odd. He set an alarm on his cell and placed it on the nightstand beside him. I felt so good, and he was so warm. He didn't seem to mind me cuddling up next to him. I felt safe, warm, and I wanted to talk. Why could I not just go to sleep? We talked, in bed, with Jackie on the other side of me. It felt normal after a while. We talked about my job, and Jackie's school. Then I asked him, "What's a Luger, Jack?" He laughed softly. "It's the gun under my pillow right now." "You can't be serious." I said. "Oh, he is. " Jackie chimed in. "Don't worry, he won't shoot you unless he thinks you are a threat." She said. She sat up. "How long was I out?" She asked. "Just a little longer this time." Adam said softly. "Do I need to move?" I asked. "No." Both of them said in unison. "Ok, I am going to sleep. Lizzy, I snore, be aware." He said and rolled onto his side. "But why Jack, do you carry a gun?" I asked. In the dark he moved and sat up. Jackie said, "Jack, don't do this." I suddenly got scared. His body was tense. "Because Lizzy, I love my wife." He whispered in the dark. What was he saying? Jackie spoke firmly after a moment, "I love you too my husband, but that was mean. She didn't do anything to you or me." He sighed. I could feel his shoulders slump in the darkness. The long quiet was weird. Yet, he surprised me again. "Lizzy, Jackie, I am sorry." The tenderness in his voice felt more sincere than at any other time since I had met the man. He laid back down. Jackie spoke before I did. I am glad she did. I felt like I had been hit with a truck from the flood of emotions of his statement. They were married? How come? Why? This didn't make any sense. "Adam, you are forgiven, but before you sleep. I have a question for you to answer." Jackie said. The mood changed in the room. "What? I know I am going to regret answering." he replied gruffly. A short pause, as if she was sticking out her tongue at him before she went on. "Can we keep her?" Jackie asked. Keep her, who? Me? "I'll sleep on it." He said. Then nothing, snoring followed soon after. He must be tired. "You can relax Lizzy, he didn't say no." She said. Then she lied down and soon was asleep herself again. I somehow did manage to relax hearing Jack's loud snoring. Jackie kicked a few times in the night, but even that was comforting. I woke in a few hours before Adam was supposed to wake, and damn this crazy couple. I was horny.