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Bad Girlfriend

By: writeonjd



"Devon, I really shouldn't be going out again tonight. I need to get some sleep man! We've got this software installation next week, and I need to make sure all my documentation is ready for the staff."

"Look Justin, you've been pouring over all these stupid technical manuals all month. Don't you have the shit together by now? Look, it's ladies night at the Palm Tree Club, and I want to get there early for the booty shakin' contests!"

Justin shook his head and laughed at his riend. "You are wrong on so many levels, you know that? First, if it were your department, I bet you'd be doing just what I'm doing-sweating. With your perfectionist ass! Second, the women can wait. Anyway, you got a whole department full of women. Don't you get tired of all that estrogen?"

Devon looked at him like he was crazy. "Man are you nuts? Those women down there in Vault are no where near as hot as the girls who turn out for those contests! You've seen the girls in my department. Old, too old, too fat, too ugly, too skinny, too crazy. Pick one category, and I'll show you a girl in my department who fits the bill!"

Justin laughed, shaking his head again. "Man, you know you can lie, you've screwed half the women in your department! If they're that bad, what does that say about you?"

"Desperate! See, that's why we need to be going out tonight. And when was the last time you got a piece of ass? You still hung up on Tonya I bet. Put that stupid manual down and let's go!"

Devon reached across Justin's desk and slammed the technical manual shut.

"Devon! You lost my place!" Justin growled. He finished tapping out the last words to the instructions he was typing up for his staff's training manuals. "You win, I'll go! Damn! Let me go see what's happening in the department first, and I'll meet you downstairs. Don't you have some work to do yourself?"

"Nope. I finished my accounting reports for the change orders that came in today, and Viola is here. She's supervising closeout. Let me go clean off my desk. You'll be ready by six?"

"Yes. I'll meet you in the lounge."

"My man! You just made my night, hopefully!"

Devon danced out of Justin's office, obviously glad that he won the contest. Justin let him win, because he knew Devon was right. He did need to get away from all this work. Going through this conversion had him on edge. A lot was riding on the success of this installation, including the possibility of a promotion to Regional Operations Manager. That would mean even more work and more stress, but also a lot more money and exposure within the Bancorp. At least he could have a successful career, since his love life seemed to be on life support of late.

Justin cleaned off his desk, shut down his computer, and made a quick trip to check on his first shift manager. Everything was running like clockwork, his manager, Cole, had assured him. Justin clutched his briefcase and headed down to the lounge to meet Devon and get their night of fun underway.

Devon was already standing in front of the door, talking to some of the girls from the Lock Box department. Justin threw him a look as he walked up.

"Just couldn't wait, huh?"

Devon winked. "Hey, you know me, not passing any opportunities. Ready?"

"Let's do it. We driving together, or taking our own cars?"

"Better keep it separate. I don't know about you, but I'm looking to score tonight! Good night ladies, see you in the morning," Devon grinned.

The girls giggled as they walked away. Justin could swear he heard his name mentioned in the same breath as their giggling. The women around the bank processing center were always trying to throw themselves in his path. He knew what they were all about, and he had no time for their games, especially not after what happened with Tonya.

Justin floored the gas in his 2010 deep red Camaro. He loved this car, it made him hard as he hit the accelerator and felt the power of the 6.2 liter engine. Devon swore by his BMW, but nothing compared to the pure Detroit muscle of this baby. And the car was a chick magnet. He could have pulled many girls, as they wandered to talk to him, admiring his car. But, he was not interested. No woman had been able to capture his interest since he broke up with Tonya. He bought the car right before Tonya left town. They christened the car, stopping off by the side of the road having a wild sex scene. He loved his car, and Devon was right, he was still a little hung up on Tonya.

Devon pulled up right next to the empty spot next to Justin's car. He jumped out, slamming his door shut, as he diverted his eyes to the line of women waiting to get in the club.

"Come on old man! The action is getting started. What did I tell you, look at all those prospects!" Devon pointed around the parking lot to various women as they walked towards the entrance. 

Justin opened his door and got out slowly, taking off his Prada shades and placing them in his pocket. He took his jacket off and laid it on the backseat of the car. A group of young women passing by whistled.

"Look at that cutie getting out of that Camaro!"

"Damn, girl, he is FINE!"

Justin looked at them and winked. Devon shook his head.

"Why does that shit always happen to you, and not me?" he grumbled.

"I dunno, man, maybe it's the car! You know chicks dig hot cars. Told your ass not to get that tired ass BMW! Let's go."

Before long, Justin found himself at the bar, sipping on a glass of Hennessey, watching Devon take inventory of all the girls around them. As if he was going to have all of them.Justin noticed there were three young women sitting across from them, who kept looking at him, then Devon. They had been whispering and stealing glances since the two of them sat down. Devon caught sight of them, and tapped Justin on the shoulder.

"Look at those girls checking us out, man. I should go over and say something to them."

Justin took another swig of his drink, looking over at the girls again. One of them, clad in a form fitting, low cut red dress, was really cute.

"Well, you just go ahead and do that."

Devon downed the rest of his drink. "I am!" He ambled over to the table of giggling girls. 

Justin watched to see if he would get lucky, as he asked if they wanted to dance. The girl in the red was first to speak up. Devon led her away from her friends, and Justin caught her cutting her eyes over at him, throwing him a smile. He looked back at the other two girls left behind, and they both lifted their glasses to him smiling, before downing their shots. He smiled and lifted his glass back to them.

Justin couldn't help but keep his eyes glued to the dance floor. The girl in red was wild. She was dancing all up against Devon, who couldn't keep the wide grin off his face. They were practically having sex, as she ground her ass all into Devon's crotch. He had his hands wrapped around her hips, keeping her glued there. Occasionally , she would turn around to face the bar area, and she cut her eyes towards Justin again, licking her lips and smiling at him. Finally the dirty dancing ended, after the music stopped to start the dance contest. Devon returned to his seat, looking like he needed a cold shower.

"Man, Alexa was hot! I'd love to take her home tonight!"

"Oh, you managed to get her name, amidst all that hip rubbing?" Justin smirked.

"Yes, and I think I need a cigarette. She was too much." Devon beckoned for the bartender.

Justin swirled the ice around in his glass. "Yeah, I saw every second of your little x-rated exhibition!"

The announcer was up on the stage, getting ready to start the dance contest. Alexa's friends were encouraging her to go up.

"Go on girl, you know you can easily win!"

"Yeah, you know you have crazy moves. Go on Alexa!"

Alexa smiled and hesitated at first. "I don't know, I didn't really come out to do any contests tonight."

"Oh yeah, that's why your ass came out in that booty-hugging dress! Go on, you know you want to anyway!"

Finally, Justin heard Alexa change her mind.

"Ok, I'm going, I'm going! Watch me win."

Justin could hardly wait for this encore, after seeing her with Devon. As she headed for the stage, she made sure their eyes connected again. She smiled. Devon caught it too.

"Why the hell does she keep looking at you? I'm the one who asked her to dance!"

Justin positioned himself so he had a clear view of the stage. "I don't know, but she was looking at me even while she was dancing with you. I mean, grinding her ass against you. Guess she was doing you but fantasizing about me!" he laughed.

"Yeah right, we'll see about that." The bartender returned with Devon's beer, which he wasted no time guzzling.

Justin's eyes were glued to her form, which was magnificent. His stare started with her long and shapely golden brown legs, which seemed to go on forever. His eyes moved up to her muscular thighs, and up to the curve of her hips. The rounded, sculpted ass tapered into a neat waist, then to a well toned back. The red dress didn't leave much to the imagination. It was low cut, back out, and the hem stopped right at the top of her thighs. It hugged every inch of her perfectly shaped body. He could hardly wait for this show to start.

The announcer rolled off each girl's name, as he moved down the stage. Each girl would have one and a half minutes to perform her sexiest moves to "Follow You Home" by Nickelback. The winner would be chosen by applause, and would receive a gift certificate for dinner for two at the Olive Garden. The hooting and hollering from the audience had already started before the dancing even started. And Alexa was already gathering fans.

Justin and Devon affixed their eyes to the stage, watching each girl as she put her best moves forward. Alexa was the next to the last. She moved into the spotlight like she was a star, owning the stage. When the music started, she was on. 

Justin was mesmerized as he watched her undulate, her hips swiveling around with the precision of a belly dancer. She isolated and moved each section of her body rhythmically, swishing her hips from left to right in perfect time with the music. Her eyes somehow found him, and she looked like she was dancing only for him, her body calling him to watch her, to touch her. Her face wore an expression of lust, as she rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, pushing her dress up on one side to the edge of her red thong. She held her tongue suggestively between her pursed lips. She went into a twirl, snapping her head around and flinging her hair about. The crowd was going wild.

"Wow," Devon exclaimed, I think she got this on lock. There's no competition."

They watched eagerly as the last girl danced. There was no way she could top Alexa's show. It was over.

The announcer got all the girls back to the front of the stage for the vote. He went down the line and held his hand over each one, beckoning for the audience's approval. By the time he got to Alexa, the whole crowd was going wild, clapping and yelling. It was pretty obvious that she had won.

"Looks like we have a clear winner! Your Dancing Queen tonight is Sexy Alexa!" The announcer gave her a hug, and pulled one of her arms up over her head in victory. Alexa was beaming. He handed her an envelope with the certificate, as the crowd roared with their approval.

Alexa switched confidently back to the table, getting pats on the back and guys touching her along the way. Her friends greeted her with loud yells of victory, slapping her on the back. A waitress alighted their table, bringing them a complimentary round of drinks on the house.

Justin watched a bit longer, catching Alexa's gaze again. She locked an unmistakable stare on him, smiling at him directly. Before he could turn around, he saw her getting out of her chair, grabbing her glass, and heading his way. 

"Here comes your friend," Justin said, tapping Devon. 

"Yeah, I caught her gawking at you again. What's up with that shit? I do all the work, and these chicks just fall all over you. You and your curly hair and dimples. I hear them at the bank talking about you all the time."

Justin shrugged. "What can I say, if you got it, you got it!"

Alexa pulled out the empty stool next to Devon.

"Hi Devon. You didn't introduce me to your friend here." She looked around Devon's shoulders, smiling at Justin again.

"Oh, this is my boy, Justin. We work together," Devon said dryly. "Justin, this is Alexa. And congrats on winning the contest. You were hands down the best up there."

"Thanks. Nice to meet you Justin."

"Good meeting you too. I second the congrats. You truly were the easy winner up there tonight! Where did you learn moves like that?"

She put her head down a little and laughed. "Oh, picking things up here and there, and practicing for my man."

"And who's the lucky guy who gets to see those private dances?" Devon asked, eyes lighting up. 

"No one at the moment. I'm taking auditions for the part!" she laughed.

"Humph, just tell me when the casting call is on, and I'll be there!" Devon leaned a little closer to her.

"So, where do you boys work?"

"Second Chartered Bank. We're both officers there," Devon responded.

"Really? That's one of the largest banks in Chicago, right?"

"No, one of the largest in the country, sweetie." Devon added.

Justin was content to let him do all the talking, since he still seemed to think Alexa would be leaving with him. And Justin knew the code. He didn't want to step on Devon's toes.

"So you guys are high rollers eh?"

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Justin finally chimed in. 

"Oh he's just being modest. He is the big shit, getting ready to get a huge promotion to Senior V.P. and Regional Manager."

Justin gave Devon a little side glare. 

"Really? Wow, that's great Justin!"

"So, what do you do? You look like a model." Since Devon was throwing all his business in the street, he figured he might as well find out what this mysterious creature was all about.

"I'm a secretary for Stevenson Real Estate."

"That's kind of a rocky business to be in right now, isn't it? I mean, with the economy and all."

"Not really, we have plenty of movement. We specialize in commercial real estate, and we have quite a few clients doing business. Plus, our deals our large dollar, so it pays well."

Justin took his final swallow from the glass. "Well, that's a good thing." 

The music played on, and a song called "Love Sex Magic" started, immediately driving people to the dance floor. 

"Hey Justin, would you like to dance?"

He almost fell off his seat. Get out there with the Sex Queen?

"Uh, yeah, sure." He looked at Devon, shrugging a little. He could tell Devon didn't like it. But hey, she asked him, not the other way around. She grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.

The floor was packed, because this song was made for sex. Justin didn't have much space to move, so he was forced to stay close to Alexa. Not that he minded, but he didn't want to hear Devon's whining later.

Seemed as though Alexa had other thoughts in mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself tightly against his body as they swayed to the beat of the music. He could feel every curve, and even her stiffened nipples, as they exchanged body heat. He couldn't help but run his hands along the sensuous lines of her physique. His hands rolled over her hips, down to the curve of her ample ass. He had a definite visual of them being in this position somewhere alone, both of them naked, with his dick entering her while she danced against him. He felt himself getting too aroused. He needed to shut that line of thinking down.

"Justin, you really know how to move your ass. You're a good dancer. Men who are good dancers are usually good at other things too," she cooed, close to his ear.

That visual was creeping back into his head. "Good at what other things?" he asked, playing dumb.

She smiled. "Sex, what else?"

Hmm, she wasn't biting her tongue. He guessed that was what she was after. She may have been barking up the wrong tree, because he wasn't sure about getting involved with anybody. He was just getting over a broken relationship.

She moved her arms from around his neck, and started sliding them down his back, down to his ass. Now there was no way he could remove the image, and it was morphing into a movie in his head.

"So, you think I'd be good in bed?"

She got her mouth closer to his ear. "Yes, I mean, look at you, with your sexy brown ass. I'm feeling all these rippling muscles, this tight ass, and I can feel something else too, and it feels pretty big. I'd like to see it, instead of just feeling it."

Justin's face got really hot. He never had a woman come right out and spell it out for him like that, especially not even knowing anything about him. He spoke back in her ear.

"You sure don't mince words, do you? Are you always this forward?"

She looked into his eyes and smiled. "Yes. Why play games? You see what you want, so why not go for it. And that's what I do."

He thought about what she said, as he inhaled her scent, a fusion of jasmine and honeysuckle. If you knew you wanted to fuck somebody, why beat around the bush? He didn't want to waste time either, but he didn't know what his next move should be. Devon would have a stroke if he walked out of there with her. But it was pretty obvious that she had chosen him.

A slower song came on, and Alexa made no attempt to leave the dance floor. Her body seemed to be glued in place. Glued to his. Justin heard her whispering in his ear again.

"What are you doing when you leave here?"

"I'm going home, and taking my ass to bed. I've got a lot going on tomorrow. Why?"

"Why don't you take me home and let me dance for you in private."

Justin's head started swimming, thinking about her offer. But he knew there was no way he could endure a night of sex, and try to make it in to work in the morning. He'd be dead. And there was Devon.

"I'd love to take you up on your offer, but I've got to get some sleep. If we got together, I know I'd be up all night with you, the way you've got me right now."

"That's my plan! Are you sure? It's still kind of early yet." Her lips brushed against his neck, right above his collar. It sent chills up and down his spine.

Justin looked down into her light brown eyes, and at her full, cherry colored lips. Her sandy brown hair framed her heart-shaped face, falling loosely down to her shoulders. Hell no. It would be an all-nighter.

"Yeah, there wouldn't be enough time. Not for what I want to do. Anyway, what about my boy Devon? I thought you were up on him?"

She looked into his eyes, easing out another seductive smile. "He's nice to dance with, but I want to do more than dance with you."

Oooo-kaaaay. That answers that question. Now all he had to do was break the news to Devon, without getting killed. He figured he couldn't fuck Alexa tonight, but at least he could take her home and get a little preview.

"Hey, you going home with your girls?"

"I don't have to be."

"Well, why don't I take you home, and since tomorrow is Friday, why don't we hook up here again after work?"

"Hmm, sounds like a deal to me! Let me tell my girls the new plan."

"Cool, I'll talk to Devon."

They left the dance floor. Justin headed back to the bar, trying to put some words together in his head, but nothing he could think of was going to be good enough.

"So," Devon chided, "you finally let the girl go so she could get some air? I didn't think you were coming back."

Justin smiled. "Well, the music was good. Hey man, look. Alexa asked me if I could give her a lift home, and I said yes. Are you cool with that?"

Devon grimaced. "What? Man, you know the code! Now I scoped the chick out, asked her to dance, and you get to waltz off with her after just one dance? Bull."


Bad Girlfriend



I have written about my girlfriend Kendra before. I am a lucky man to have her. She is in her 40's and beautiful with a great body and outgoing personality. She loves me for who I am and with all of my flaws. I suppose a major flaw on my list of many would be the strange sexual fetishes I have. Granted, she also likes some of them including bondage and the variety of strange places and methods to make love. But the first time I told her I wanted to see her with another man, her immediate and understandable response was, "No Way." 

Of course, that was just the tip of the iceberg and as time went by, I let out a few details at a time describing how I wanted that set up and the outcome I wanted. Also over time, as she began to believe in my love for her and understand my need for this, she not only agreed but actually started getting excited to try it.

We do not live together and I give her as much space as possible. She can depend on the fact I never come over to her apartment unannounced and I even text before I call. I never want to smother her or control her life. She is comfortable knowing she can lead her life without a nosy or clingy boyfriend. She is busy with two jobs including one as a bartender at a busy rock-and-roll club four nights a week. 

There at the bar, she dresses for the maximum amount of male attention and feels it gets her better tips. Between her sexy heels, revealing tanks and teasing halters, I believe she is right. There are nights that her outfits barely contain those beautiful breasts. Not that it matters because she is not shy about flashing them when she wants to get the attention of a hot guy. Many guys go there more to see her than the bands that play. She and I joke that the song "Bad Girlfriend" was written for her with the first line in the song proclaiming she is a "dick magnet." Kendra is hot and she knows it. And she uses it to her advantage. She truly is a dick magnet. 

I love going out with her and being seen as that guy with the hot lady. Heads turn when we walk into a room and all eyes are on her. I am that lucky guy with the hot lady. For multiple reasons, we can only get together once a week or twice at best. The rest of the time, she is free to do as she pleases and knows I will not find out. I never ask and she is free to tell me as much or as little as she likes. I have told her to keep her eyes open for a man that she likes that can join us for my threesome fetish. She has my permission to take a man home for a "test drive," as we call it, to see if he is compatible with our needs and if she likes him enough to spend a little time with us. 

Occasionally she will take a guy home. Most times, I never know. Even with my open invitation, I guess she doesn't want to hurt my feelings. It's kind of like when she tells me about the gnarly guys or unattractive guys that ask her out and she laughs it off because they are harmless and no threat to me but doesn't like to tell me about the hot guys who try to work her. It's all good though. When you have the hottest and wildest girlfriend in town, that's the price you pay. If you don't like that, then find a homely girl to call your own and guys won't chase her. 

Well last Saturday night, she called me from the bar to say she had a surprise for me and I should plan to spend all of Sunday and Sunday night with her. She did not give me any more information and wouldn't answer any of my questions. In fact she was very short saying she was too busy to talk any longer but to be at her apartment at noon the next day. She had a few guy friends from out of town that stop in to her bar from time to time and she said they were there at the bar when she called. That usually means a late night for her and I don't expect to see her. 

I stayed home Saturday night to catch up on some legal writing and to be honest, I didn't want to party all night in anticipation of whatever surprise I had waiting. On Sunday at noon on the dot, I parked my car in her lot and tried the knob on her front door. It was open as she said it would be. She was very specific about the time. It was not to be more than a minute before or a minute later than noon. I didn't know why she was so specific about the time. As soon as I slipped in the door and quietly closed it, I could hear a minor commotion coming from the back where her bedroom is. I quietly slipped down the hall as directed and found the bedroom door pulled nearly closed with maybe a 4 inch gap to peek in. 

One of the details I did not mention earlier about my fetish is, not only do I want to see her with another man, but I want to walk into the room while they are having sex. I guess it is like a roll play of catching her in the act, something a normal man would not like. In addition, I told her I wanted to see her with two men but she always resisted that and saying she would feel like a whore. I always laughed at that response and wondered why it is ok to fuck one other guy but two makes her a whore. Anyway, I respected her limits and never expected more. 

To my surprise, as I peeked into the bedroom, I could see a very large nude man sitting on the pillows at the head of the bed. Kendra was nude, on her back. He had her arms above her head and pinned under the weight of his shins as he roughly fondled her heaving breasts. He was seated at her head, looking down at her with his hard cock resting on her face. She was panting like she was out of breath and as I pushed the door slightly more open, I saw why. Her legs were spread wide and her knees pulled way back as a second man was fucking her even harder than I do. The two men were facing each other, both receiving great pleasure from my woman. Of course my own cock stiffened immediately as I witnessed this for the first time with Kendra. 

As I got over the initial shock and pure sexual excitement of finding her as I had dreamed of numerous times, I started scanning for the details. Both men were obviously bikers with bulging muscles and numerous tattoos. Kendra likes the bad boys and is fascinated by motorcycle club members and other gangster types, pretend or real. The men truly had her pinned and for I split second, I had a fear that this was not planned and she was in trouble. However, as I shifted my eyes to her face, I saw that cute little smile she has when I fuck her hard. I knew then that this was all part of her plan so I could relax and enjoy the show. She planned to be in this position at noon as I arrived. I could just see the cock sliding in and out of her pussy and he pumped hard enough to jar her body with each thrust. I smiled to myself knowing how much she enjoys a hard fuck. She obviously chose well for her first try at this. 

Kendra is one woman who can achieve orgasms from fucking in the right position. She was all consumed with the cock in her pussy as he kept pounding away. She could not attend to the one hanging in her face. I was lucky enough to arrive just in time to see her climax and squirm under the weight of the two men. Even with over 400 pounds of horny men on top of her, I could see her bucking with each wave of her orgasm. She was enjoying her orgasm and the forceful attention of two men. At first I thought she would suffer through this situation just to please me. She loves me that much. But at that point, I realized, she was receiving as much pleasure as me. As her climax subsided and she began to relax, the guy fucking her slowed a bit to catch his own breath. He slowed from the rapid pace of hard thrusts required to bring to climax to a steady, slower pace of longer strokes, each time running the full length of his cock deep inside her. I cannot explain why that sight turns me on but I was harder than I have ever been watching this stranger bury his cock deep into the woman I love. 

As she caught her breath, the guy at her head leaned forward and guided the tip of that big cock into her mouth. Kendra did not hesitate. She didn't give it a second thought. She welcomed him into her warm mouth with that devilish smile. As the two men faced each other with one fucking her in a long slow rhythmic pattern, the other began slow thrusts of his cock deeper and deeper into her waiting mouth. His big balls bounced off her nose each time he thrust deeper in her mouth. I had never really imagined I would see my woman in this position but here we were. It was real. There was no turning back for either of us. 

I pushed the door open further and both men spotted me at the same time. I was not sure what they would do but I was surprised that they both just turned their heads back down at Kendra and continued fucking her wet pussy and warm, inviting mouth as if I weren't there. Obviously they were not concerned by my presence so she must have filled them in on the whole plan. It was right about then that Kendra noticed me and I could detect a bit of a smile, even with that cock in her mouth. She knew she did it. She finally did it. She set up my fantasy perfectly and I walked in at just the right time. It was as if I came in from a hard day at the office and found Kendra in the throes of passion with not just one lover, but two. It was more than I imagined. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. 

I then pushed the door completely open and stepped into the room. I realized there were two more guys there, against the back wall. They were standing with their pants down around their ankles watching the orgy with my woman and jacking off like crazy. These assholes brought the whole construction crew. That was way more than I ever asked for and was surprised even further. Those two never even looked my way. Their eyes were glued on Kendra's pussy and mouth as the two cocks disappeared inside her with each movement. I have to admit, my eyes were glued on the same sight. Even if I wanted to join, there was nothing I could do but watch these guys control her and take their pleasure with her. I finally realized my fetish was more about seeing men get off on my woman more than her receiving pleasure from them. But really, she was having a great time. This may have been one of the best fucks she had ever had and she loved sucking cock. I knew she was in ecstasy. She had it all at that moment. I realized I was being challenged and would have to find a way step up my game in the future. It is a learning experience seeing another man fuck your woman and seeing him do things that she enjoys that you have never tried. 

I continued watching as the man fucking her continued his steady pace and Kendra kept her knees back for the deepest penetration. I know she likes to be fucked that way. After about 10 more minutes, I saw her chest heaving again and heard her panting faster and louder. In less than a minute, she was bucking hard again from a second orgasm. I love to watch her cum like that but damn, this guy was working her good. After she did cum, I saw his pace quicken and saw the strain on his face. With something between a roar and a grunt, he finally thrust deeply inside her and held it there as he released a load deep in her dripping pussy. He was like the lion king at that moment with his mate pinned to the ground and helpless to fight of his strength passion. As he came down from his own climax, he stayed on her for a long time catching his breath while still working his cock slowly inside her swollen pussy. As he finally rolled off to her side, I finally got to see her wet, gaping pussy, still pulsating and glistening with her juices and a small stream of cum dripping out. 

Without missing a beat, the man who had been fucking her mouth moved to position himself between her knees and shoved that big cock into her pussy before she could object. He was bigger than I thought she could handle but everything happened before she could say a word to him. Somewhere in all of that movement, I heard her speak to me. It was the first time during the half hour or so since she noticed me that she did not have a cock in her mouth. All I could hear was, "Hi Honey. Is this what you wanted?" I did not respond. I just watched her face as she smiled that cute smile and turned to look up at the big man fucking her. He was rough but she managed to take every inch. And he gave her every inch, repeatedly. As he pounder her, the first guy, who laid at her side began fondling her breasts, caressing her face and kissing her. There seemed to be a warm familiarity between them but I know Kendra has always been a passionate lover. Obviously, this guy was too. But she was still fucking and focused mainly on the big man. He brought her to yet a third orgasm quickly and with another grown, he thrust deep inside her and gave her a second big load of cum. 

When he rolled off her, the two guys that were watching both stepped up to her side and almost simultaneously, one shot a stream of cum across her sexy white breasts while other shot his stream across her face and partially into her mouth as she still panted from her fucking. I nearly went off in my own pants as I watched Kendra surrounded by men, as she accepted their cum in every way imaginable. I love my woman and I know she loves me. I would never say or do anything hurtful. But just this once, I had to use that word. I wanted her to be a "whore" that moment. I wanted her to be my whore and their whore for just the day. Tomorrow she will be back on the pedestal I created and I will worship her as the lady she is. But on Sunday, she was my whore, plain and simple. And I loved her more for it. I was already plotting in my mind how to do this again. 

In all the commotion and cum, I didn't realize the first guy was hard again and he positioned himself in a 69 position and forced his cock into Kendra's mouth. Of course he did not lick her pussy. He was just up on his hands and knees with his cock down her throat. He wanted his cock sucked and we all knew she was not getting up from her position so rather than trying to get her on her knees, he simply fucked her mouth just as he had fucked her pussy. I assumed that not knowing if any of them would ever be invited back, they all wanted the maximum pleasure that day and he needed a blowjob and a fuck. Mercifully, he only had to fuck her mouth for about 10 minutes before cumming another large stream of semen into her hot mouth. He was finally satisfied and collapsed next to her. She smiled over at me but did not say a word as she swallowed his cum. In all our time, I had never cum in her mouth. I wanted other men to be there first, so I had something to work for. I wanted her to please other men that way, making me work harder for that reward. I had a plan to achieve it but wasn't there yet.

For the next few minutes, Kendra laid on the bed, nude and spent. As the guys gathered up their socks and shirts and wallets and phones, she did not even attempt to cover up. She had cum on her face, in her hair, on her tits, and dripping out of her pussy. She couldn't even manage to put her legs together. Each guy continued to survey her nude form, laying helpless and spent on the bed. I have to admit, it was a sight I will never forget either. As I chased them all out the door and finally locked it, I came back to the bedroom to gaze upon Kendra's smoking hot nude body and that devilish smile on her face. This was our first opportunity to talk and she invited me into her bed. I did not even undress. I laid beside her and held her tight as we discussed the day. My cock was so hard and so full of cum that it actually hurt. I wanted her so bad at that moment but I knew, she could not survive yet another cock attack....and that is what I would have done. It seemed we both enjoyed it for our parts. As much as we like to fuck, she said she has never done anything remotely close to that before. I believed her. She told me how much she enjoyed sucking and fucking at the same time. She told me that she loved the multiple orgasms they gave her. And she smiled broadly as she described how that huge cock felt inside her. (To be clear, he was big but not so abnormally big to create pain. He was her "perfect" big). As we talked and as my cock got even harder than I thought possible, she drifted off into a nap. 

I covered her and went to the kitchen for a sandwich. I let her rest for about two hours. She is not much of a sleeper like that but I knew she had a tough day. As the sun was setting, I crept back into the bedroom and slowly removed her covers. I sat for a long time watching her sleep and looking at her nude body stretched out on the bed. She is most beautiful when she sleeps. And more so today because of her sticky, messy situation. She was still on her back with her legs partially spread. I could see her pussy was still swollen and wet with her own cum as well as theirs. Then she started to moan a bit and her legs parted even further. Her hips started to gyrate just slightly as that smile returned to her face in her sleep. Holy shit I realized. She was dreaming about being fucked. I wondered if she was dreaming about them or me. I was jealous thinking another man could enter Kendra's dreams but I caused it. I had to live with....and find a way draw her back to me, even her subconscious. 

I climbed on to the bed and positioned myself between her legs. I started licking that warm moist slit and it opened up almost on contact. She was a mess but I had to lick her pussy (another very strong fetish of mine). I probed deeply with my tongue, alternated with an occasional brush across her clit. All the while her moaning and gyrating continued at the same pace. She was full of cum but I didn't care. Her pussy tastes better to me that a rib-eye steak and I could lick it as well today as any other day. At some point, I looked up to see she was awake and smiling at me. She never said a word. I don't know at which point she transitioned from her dream fuck to her waking to my deep, intense licking but her movements remained steady. But I could easily have missed that change as I get so wrapped up in eating her pussy that I don't even notice what is going on around me. Funny, she did not object to what I was doing. I continued licking her moist, pulsating pussy until I got her to one more orgasm for the day. I love the feel of her supple, creamy thighs tightening around my head as she cums. I know her clit is so sensitive after an orgasm that she can't stand touching for a while just after. So of course, I always have to give it one more teasing lick to tickle her at that point. 

By then, I was able to undress and crawl up to her. Her eyes watched every movement until I dropped my jeans and my hard, pulsing cock sprang out. I can get as hard as the next guy on a moments notice but that day, I felt it was more swollen, harder, and even bigger than it had been since I was a youngster. I love the smile on her face when she sees my cock. She truly looks like that kid in the candy store with a whole dollar to spend. For the next two hours, we made love. I slowly and gently climbed on her, supporting my upper body on my elbows. I wanted to fuck her long and slow and uncharacteristically gentler than I had ever done. I did not pound. I did not bang. I made love to her more passionately than ever before. She had been through a lot that day and I wanted to end her day with a loving experience. We felt each others' bodies, kissed deeply and simply hugged the evening away as I gently fucked her to more orgasms that were mild and subdued. I never went so slow in my life and took my time. When I finally came in her loving pussy, we both collapsed in the bed and slept through the night with her in my arms. We never got a chance to talk. 

We woke in the morning in the same position. My arms were wrapped around her and she had a gently, peaceful look on her face. But I had to smile as I surveyed her from head to toe, noticing dried cum in her hair, all over her face, on her tits, and smeared across her belly and thighs. She was going to need a long hot bath. As she awoke, we were finally able to talk. I told her how amazing that was and thanked her for setting it up for me. She laughed and said she had more fun than me. I asked how she managed to put it together and how she met the guys. She told me that the one guy comes to town a lot for work and they fuck whenever he is here. She was familiar and safe with him and was finally able to convince him to do this for me. In fact, she said, he came home with her Saturday night from the bar and they fucked all night and again in the morning before the other guys arrived and ultimately, before I arrived. That explained the nap on Sunday afternoon. Lol. Anyway, she said that was the last time for him. He was finishing his project here and would not be returning for work. If they ever connected again, it would have to be outside the work trips he had been taking here. I was actually glad to hear that but at the same time, I wondered if and how we might ever set up that activity again.



Bad Girlfriend Ch. 02



Justin couldn't believe his luck. The x-rated movie that had been playing in his head depicting his sexual fantasy episodes with Alexa was coming true. He was glad that he had relented and continued his date with her. He almost deprived himself of the thrill-ride of the decade.

It was a gorgeous, breezy summer night, perfect to be outside having the fuck of his life up her tight, broiling hot pussy. Alexa had made it pretty clear that she was all for sex outside, especially after their first encounter with him ramming his fingers inside her walls. She was one f the hottest girls he had ever been with. His senses were already starting to overload, especially since he hadn't had sex in a couple of months. The view of her voluptuous, sweaty body had completely jarred his memory, as he got his rhythm back in the groove.

"Mmmm Justin, your dick is soooo thick, damn, you got me filled up...oh...yeah...ram me... harder with that shit!"

The feeling he was getting was incredible, looking down at her face, her mouth hanging open trying to keep up with her breathing, while she was moaning and writhing, grinding her ass against the table. He had laid her out just as he saw in his head. There was a sturdy teak patio table in her backyard, with the perfect height for fucking. They had walked through her house quickly, kissing all the way. He wasted no time stripping her down, completely forgetting about the food they picked up from Portillo's along the way to her place. 

She had gotten him smoking hot in the car, nearly making him come while he was driving. She eagerly shoved her hands on his crotch as soon as they hit the interstate, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Before he could shift into fifth gear, she had pulled his half-erect dick out, licking on the head like she had her favorite flavor of popsicle. He prayed he could control the car and keep it on the road, as she expertly licked up and down his shaft, then slowly sucked down on him, taking more of him in each time she slid her lips down around his girth. Her mouth was as hot as a fire pit, getting his pole soaking wet with her saliva and the mixture of his pre-cum. He thought he had died. He had no idea how the car made it to her house. His mind had left his body and was watching the erotic scene from above.

Justin felt even more invigorated experiencing the cool night breeze blowing over his sweaty chest and his ass, as he stood between her legs and slammed his rock-hard dick inside Alexa's steaming hot tunnel. He had her sexy, long legs pulled up over his shoulders, giving him deeper access inside. She had one hand gripping the side of the table, and the other hand rubbing over her throbbing, overly engorged clit. He had never seen one as big. 

He was ramming her forcefully, causing her to nearly slide off the table at times. Her big, heavy breasts were bouncing over her body in time with his strokes. Her nipples were large and hard, and he leaned over and sucked them occasionally. 

The sight of her mouth forming a perfect "O" as she groaned, the sweat forming over her body making her skin glisten in the night light, and the sight of his dick disappearing as he invaded her body, had him on the verge of an mammoth explosion. His body and his balls were tensing up, as he let his mind go numb, immersing his senses in the feeling of her glove-tight pussy wrapping around his shaft, gripping him and massaging him as he ripped into her muscles. He wanted to hold out until she came first, and from the look on her face, it wouldn't be long.

"That's right baby, grind those hips down on my dick, throw that shit at me...damn you feel so hot."

"Justin, oh shit, I'm about to come, fuck me harder, slam it into my pussy...oh...oh..."

She was breathing hard and short, rubbing her clit frantically. She bucked wildly against him, as he grabbed her legs so he could hold her steady and apply greater pressure. He slammed his pelvis into hers, grinding against her as their bodies met. His balls slapped against her taut ass, driving him even closer to the edge of orgasm. He could feel her getting hotter than lava, her muscles tightening like a wrench clamping down on a nut. There was barely room for his dick to move, as her wet hole kept getting smaller and smaller, until he finally felt a wave of hot liquid drenching him inside, overflowing to the outside, running down her thighs.

"Oh Justin! Shit! Oh shit!" Alexa gasped, now grabbing at his hips and grinding herself against him hard. Her whole body was shaking on the outside, as he experienced the earthquake and tsunami on the inside. She was delectable, and it drove him right into an earth-shattering release. 

"Awwwww shit, Alexa, here it comes baby! Damn!" His final pump up into her slippery cavern pushed him over the cliff. His body convulsed, forcing his dick to twitch and throb and pulsate against her flooded pussy walls. He had never come that hard before. He held her hips in place against him, as he leaned over to rub his body against hers, sliding his hairy chest over her stiff nipples. He held her tight, enjoying the heat that had built up from the friction of his thick shaft twisting up in her delicious pussy. His lips found hers, and she eagerly devoured his tongue onced he gained entry. 

Too many sensations were rolling through his body at one time. He couldn't remember ever feeling such tingling in his balls and dick, and even his nipples. She had all his senses on high alert. She was the sexiest woman he had ever fucked. He couldn't even remember what he ever did with Tonya. Her memory had been erased.

"Damn Alexa," he breathed, trying to catch his breath, feeling Alexa's big breasts pushing out against his chest. "I think you drained every drop of liquid out of me! Girl, your pussy is fiyah!" He was still trying to collect his senses after that explosive episode. She had her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head back to hers. He impaled her with his tongue again.

She delighted his senses by dancing her tongue against his, nibbling at his lips. "I don't think I've ever been on a ride like that, Daddy! That was some wild shit, with that big ass dick. Where the hell have you been hiding?" She started clamping her muscles down on his dick again, forcing him to get hard again.

"Don't tell me you still got energy for round two, after all that!"

"Yes, I need you to ram that gorgeous fat dick up in me again. Let's change positions, cause now I want to slide up and down on that giant pole."

"Lead the way, sexy!"

He had totally lost memory that they were out in her yard. He let her up and pulled her to her feet. She grabbed his hand and led him to a chair that was positioned next to her back door. He sat down, waiting for her to position herself over him. He blinked his eyes in disbelief. He still couldn't process how they had gotten together and seemed to be clicking well, at least sexually. He watched as she slid up and down on him, watched her breasts moving in front of his mouth, inviting him to suck on them. He felt like he was living out a porn fantasy, and if he was dreaming, he sure didn't want to wake up. He was thoroughly intoxicated with this woman. As he worked her into her next eruptive orgasm, he now hungered to get to know more about her.

After satisfying their animal desires outside on the moonlit patio, Justin finally tolled Alexa back into the house, into the normalcy of the bedroom. They had completed rounds three and four, and now Alexa was stretched out on his chest, her breasts pressed against his sculpted pecs. He ran his hands up and down her back, exploring her skin, palming her perfect ass. His fingers wandered down the length of her thighs, rubbing over the muscle on the outside, then onto the warmth on the inside. She got hotter as his hand got closer to her nether lips, still moist from the eruption of her juices.

Justin strained to see the clock on the nightstand next to the bed, without moving his body and upsetting her slumber. 3:15 a.m. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the room, using a small stream of light shining through the mini blinds as a guide. The room was cozy and inviting, spacious and airy, with large windows reaching from the floor up to the ceiling. He could tell Alexa was neat, with nothing out of place in the room. The items on her dresser were sparse, and there were no clothes in sight, except for the ones they had shed. 

Normally, he would have been looking for his clothes by this time of the night, readying himself to make a planned departure. But he felt like staying. Not only because he was dying to fuck Alexa again, but he was longing to enjoy a deeper connection with a woman again.

Justin closed his eyes, and let the night's events replay. Unfortunately, the entire evening wasn't perfect. He still seethed over the actions of his best friend, Devon. He was still trying to wrap his mind around why he was taking this matter so personally, acting as if Justin had stabbed him in the back. Then to bring his ass down to the club and openly try to seduce the woman, knowing that he was meeting her for a date, defied all logic. He didn't know how he was going to end this standoff. He and Devon had competed before, and usually, he would triumph over Devon. Justin figured he may have to implement a different strategy to appease Devon this time. 

Justin felt Alexa starting to wiggle against him, rolling her head from side to side. She threw her arm across her face, rubbing her eyes. She finally lifted her head from the position she held on his chest, moving her hair back out of her face.

"Mmmm, Justin, you awake?"

He adjusted his head to get a look at her. "Yeah, I'm awake. Just watching you. Tired?" he grinned.

She plopped her head back down to his chest, moving her hand down across his torso. "Hell yeah, you wore my ass out. I lost count of how many times you made me come. Damn, you really do know how to move your ass."

Justin beamed. "I can't remember ever having an experience like that myself. Sex outside. We're definitely going to have to do that again!"

"Sure thing, just give my pussy time to recover. Damn, I can't even feel my legs." She continued to rub his body, her voice sounding like it was trailing off into a dream.

Justin was ready to doze back off himself, but the sudden ring of the doorbell jolted him awake. He picked his head up from the pillow and looked towards the bedroom door. Apparently Alexa didn't hear it, because she didn't move. The doorbell rang again, this time with a frantic tune. The person ringing meant to get somebody's attention. Who the hell was coming by her house at 3:30 in the morning?

"Uh, Alexa, there's somebody at your door." Justin shook her gently, trying to rustle her back to consciousness. 

"Huh, what?"

The doorbell tunes kept going. Then the person started knocking on the door. Then banging.

Alexa picked her head up and looked in the direction of the clock.

"Aw hell."

Justin figured she must have some idea of who this was. Did people always just come by at this time of morning making noise?

"You gonna get that?"

Alexa started to roll off him, swinging her long legs to the floor. She groped around in the darkness, looking for a robe or some clothing to cover herself. She found a short robe, threw it on and tied a belt around her waist.

"Stay here. Don't make any noise."

Now Justin knew he didn't like where this was heading. Thought she said she was unattached? The last thing he needed was to be shot, and found naked in her bed. Killed by some crazed lunatic boyfriend.

As soon as she left the room, he got up and started collecting his clothes. He wasn't going to wait around for the fireworks to start and be caught in the bed. He hastily pulled up his pants, and threw his shirt back on, as he stood by the bedroom door so he could hear what was being said. He heard her open the door, curse, then he heard the sound of a deep voice speaking at a low level. They both spoke softly at first, nearly muffled. Suddenly, the volume of the deep voice exploded, with decibel levels that could wake the entire neighborhood.

"What the hell happened to you Alexa? I thought you were supposed to be bringing your ass to my place tonight. Where the fuck have you been?"

"Look Antwon, I told you something came up, and I couldn't make it. Didn't you get my message?"

"Naw, I didn't get no fucking message! And what's this? Why it look like your ass is naked under that robe, huh? You got somebody here? Is that why you didn't bring yo ass out? You been up in here fucking somebody, right?"

Justin heard Alexa's voice respond, keeping it cool and steady. "No, I'm not fucking nobody. Ain't nobody here. Look, I told you something came up. You know what time it is? You lost your mind coming over here beating on my door and shit like you crazy? You need to take your ass home, Twan."

"I'm not going anywhere, until I see what you got going on in there. How come I see a strange car in front of your house? Now, you gonna keep lying, or admit you got somebody here?"

"I told you, there's nobody here. Go home!"

"If nobody's here, how come you got the door locked? How come you won't let me come in? Any other time you'd be begging for me to fuck you. You'd be all up on my dick. So why you not begging for it now?"

"I'm tired Twan. You need to leave. You sound like you been drinking, and I don't feel like your shit tonight. I'll talk to you tomorrow, when you sober up, or whatever. Get off my porch."

"I'll get off your porch, but I'll be sitting right here until your little boyfriend comes out. He's got to come out sooner or later, and I'll be sitting right here. You want that? So you better let me in, now, cause I ain't going nowhere."

Justin had numerous thoughts running through his head. Should he just come out? Should he try going out another way, like the window? He was nobody's punk, but he had no idea who the angry man was, how big he was, or if he was carrying something extra. This was the last situation he wanted to find himself in. As good as Alexa's pussy was, it sure wasn't worth him getting killed over. 

He finished shoving the buttons through the holes on his shirt, and started looking around for an exit. He creeped down the short hallway, to see if he could get to the back door. Nope. If he tried to go to the kitchen, the guy would see him when he came down the stairs. There was no way out. Even if he went out of the window, the guy would still see him when he tried to go to his car. The only way to get back to the street was down the side of the house. He couldn't even get through the neighbors' yards, due to their high security fences. He stood frozen at the top of the stairs. What the fuck should he do next?

Antwon continued his tirade, banging and pushing on the screen door. "Look Alexa, open this fucking door and quit playing games! You never should have started back up with me, if you weren't going to be real with me. This is just like the shit you used to do. I'll break this mutha down, so you better open it now!"

Justin was tired of the back and forth, and obviously there was no good conclusion coming from this no matter how he played it. He took a deep breath, made sure he had all his belongings, and casually walked down the stairs. He was a big healthy guy. Surely he could take on this Antown, or whoever he was.

As he got to the last stair, Justin saw Alexa turn and look at him with horror on her face.

"Oh shit!" she gasped. Just as she made her declaration, Antwon caught a glimpse of him, and went ballistic.

"So nobody's here, huh? Who the fuck is that, the fucking plumber making a got-damned night call? Who the fuck are you, and what the hell are you doing in my wife's house?" Antwon motioned, pointing at Justin.

Justin stopped dead in his tracks. Wife?

"You mean ex-wife, Twan. I'm free to see anybody I want. You got no papers on me anymore." Alexa stood strong, with her hands on her hips. She glanced back and forth between the two men.

"Then why have you been fucking the hell out of me lately, talking about you want to get back together? What the fuck is that all about? And just who is this fool?"

Justin felt the fire rising inside him. His reticence dissipated. He didn't feel intimidated in the least. He was six-two, with plenty of muscle, and he knew kickboxing. This guy was a little shorter, and a little slimmer, so Justin felt like he had an edge. 

"Look man, I don't want no trouble. Alexa and I were just getting to know each other. I didn't know she was attached."

Alexa threw Justin a look of disdain. "I'm not attached. We've been divorced for a year, and Antwon won't leave me alone. We're not getting back together. That's all in his mind."

"Look, I don't care what you two do, hash it out amongst yourselves. I'm not trying to get in the middle of somebody's drama, so I'll be going home. Brotha, you can do what you want. Alexa, open the door and let me the fuck out." Justin was standing next to her, motioning to the door handle, which was still tightly locked, shielding her from Antwon's rage as he increased his invective.

Any thoughts Justin had of getting with Alexa on a regular basis were quickly extinguished, given this new turn of events. This kind of headache was the last thing he needed. He should have known, from the way she had herself out in the club. He was more than ready to go. He pointed to Alexa to open the door again.

"Come on Justin, you don't have to go. He's the one who needs to leave. I'll just call the police."

"Bitch, I'll..."

Justin threw his hand up. "Look, you don't have to take it that far. I'll leave. Unless you feel you're in some kind of danger. Otherwise, just open the door and let me get the fuck out of here."

"Yeah Alexa, let the mutherfucka out, so I can kick his ass!"

Now Justin felt his temper reaching the end of the line. If this fool so much as looked at him the wrong way, he was going down, and going down fast. Apparently, Antwon must have thought he was punking out, just because he was leaving.

"Look man, I told you I don't want any trouble. So you need to back up and stay the fuck out of my face. Cause if you start something, I'm about to end it for you. No joke." Justin had dropped his voice a few octaves, as his eyes locked on to Antwon's with an icy glare. He stood solid, with his shoulders squared, and his hands clenched at his side. He was stepping out the door like he was stepping into the ring. The bell rang when Alexa opened the door.

Justin kept his eyes fixed on Antwon, as he brushed past him, swinging the door out and almost smacking Antwon in the face. To his surprise, Antwon moved back, allowing him passage without moving a muscle. His only attack was the piercing stare he fixed on Justin, sucking his teeth as Justin stalked down the driveway towards his car. Alexa was still trying to salvage her plans with him.

"Justin, call me later, ok?" She yelled through the door, as she locked it. 

Justin mumbled under his breath, "Yeah right!" He kept it moving, not looking back to see if she had let the irate Antwon in the house or not. At this point, he didn't care. He just wanted to get the hell away from the two crazies. She was the fuck of the century, but not worth all the drama on the side. She was bad.

*****

Justin was happy to wake up in his own bed Saturday afternoon. He had come home, lathered up in the shower, and stretched out, letting the events of the night replay in his head. First, Devon challenging him. Then, getting his brains fucked out, thinking he had found the woman of his dreams. His dick was still tingling. There was no denying that she had him strung out on her tight-ass pussy. The shit was the best he ever had. Which was probably why her husband, or whoever in the hell he was, was still sweatin her. He could see being totally hooked on her shit, strung out like a crack addict. He grabbed his dick and tugged at it, just as his phone started going off and buzzing, vibrating across his dresser. 




Bad Girlfriend Ch. 02



He didn't even need to get up and look at the phone, he knew it was probably Alexa. He let it go to voicemail. 

The phone stopped ringing, then within a minute it was ringing again. He still ignored it. A minute later, it rang again. He finally figured he'd go ahead and let her know what was what. No use prolonging cutting her off. She obviously would keep blowing his phone up until he either talked to her or went over and killed her. He opted to talk to her.

He opened the phone and pressed the button to take the call.

"Hello."

"Justin? Baby, I'm glad you answered. I'm so sorry about last night. It was a big misunderstanding."

Justin sucked in a deep breath. "Didn't sound like much was misunderstood, except my thinking you were not attached. You told me you weren't seeing anyone. Then your husband shows up? Baby, that's too much drama for me. I'm looking for something different. All that shit is not my style."

"I know Justin, I'm sorry. He's my ex, but we're not together. Sometimes we would get together for sex, just to get through, you know? But we're not together. I've been looking for somebody like you. Damn, don't let him run you off, just when I found you."

"You should have told me about him. I don't like getting ambushed. And I sure in the fuck don't feel I should be fighting over somebody else's woman, so maybe you need to work that shit out with him. At any rate, forget you got my number, because we won't be getting together again."

He could hear the desperation mounting in her voice. She gasped slightly. "Justin wait, can't we try this again? I'll take care of Antwon. I told him not to come by like that again. I really like you Justin, and we had a real connection. I want to get to know you. Don't just walk away from me."

Justin rubbed his temples, breathing in hard and expelling the air even harder. "Look, Alexa. I'm just not feeling you now, ok? The sex was next level, but this shit with your husband was whacked. I can't deal with that, so I think it's best not to get together again. You take care, and good luck with Antwon."

Alexa was still groveling, but Justin hung up, ending the episode. He had said all he needed to say. He couldn't deal with shit like that. He'd miss fucking her ass, knowing she was a straight freak. But uh-uh. 

His phone continued to ring two, three more times, until he got back up and shut if off. She'd get the message eventually. Thank God she didn't know where he lived.

Justin finally dragged himself from the bed, and decided to go to the gym to work off his tension and frustration. Normally, he would have met Devon there and shot a few games. But after that scene at the club, he had no desire to speak to him, let alone play ball with him.

Justin hit the weights, ran around the track, and got a game going with a few of the other guys he knew who caught up with him. He tried to keep focused on the physical activity, but his mind kept drifting back to Alexa. Why the hell was he still thinking about her? That shit was over. No way would he get caught up in some high-school shit like that. 

Here he was, about to become Regional Manager and get bumped up to a Senior Vice President. He was degreed and cultured. Women were constantly coming on to him, because they recognized he was a quality package. But none had grabbed his attention like Alexa. He just couldn't shake the feeling he was getting down in his balls, when he relived the sight of her with her legs splayed wide, and his dick sliding deep inside her. He shook his head and tried to focus on the ball in his hand, as he ran down the court.

Justin decided to spend the night at home with his manuals again, getting prepared for the big conversion on Monday. He stopped off for dinner, eventually settling on jerk chicken from the Jamaican restaurant not far from the gym. 

He was walking out of the door with his order in hand, when he spied Alexa walking towards him with two of her friends. Of all the dumb luck. He wished he could evaporate and be whisked away with the wind, but he bristled and stood taller, pushing his way through the door to face her. 

As soon as she spotted him, her face lit up with a wide smile. Her eyes looked him up and down like a lion eyeing his catch before devouring it. She seemed to be enjoying the view of his rippling muscles on display through the fitted tank top he was sporting.

"Hi Justin." 

"Alexa."

He could tell she was trying to contain herself, trying not to look at him too hard, just as he was doing to her. He tried to keep his eyes in front of him, and not on the tight jeans she was wearing, topped off with the tight acid green tee shirt with the plunging neckline. Her breasts were sitting high, with visible cleavage pushing through the wide opening of the shirt. Her hair was down, and it was blowing around her face. She turned to glance at him again, as she pushed her hair back, trying to control it. He could see her through the corner of his eye, until he got down close to where his car was parked in the lot. He heard her friend saying something to her, and suddenly he heard her call out his name, right as he was opening his car door to get in and speed away. Speed away before he gave in to the thoughts that his body was driving into his brain.

"Justin, wait!" Alexa bounced towards him. He stopped reluctantly, allowing her to approach, instead of following his impulse to leave her hanging.

"What is it? I don't have a lot of time, got somewhere to be..."

"Justin, look, I'm glad I ran into you. I know you refused to talk to me, but I really want to apologize for last night. I was so into you, I mean, I'm still into you. I wish you'd give me another chance."

Justin continued to place his food on the front seat of the car, closing the door and swinging his keys around his finger. He turned to face her, trying to ignore the heaving breasts on display right in front of his lips, er, eyes.

"Look, I told you, I don't think it's a good idea to see each other again. I don't date women with your kind of baggage. My life is crazy enough, with the wanton hours I keep with my job. I don't have time for your type of scene."

Her light brown eyes looked sad, and she reached out and touched his arm. A light, feathery touch that sent shivers up and down his spine. His dick was talking to him, twitching in his pants, as his brain started replaying the scenes from their fuck fest. He wanted her, he knew he did, but he didn't want the rest of what she may be bringing to the table.

She ran her fingers up and down his arm again, caressing his muscles, moving along his veins. He moved back a step. He sure couldn't deny the sparks he was starting to feel, and his body was awakening with a renewed stream of desire.

"Why don't I come to your place tonight? We can just talk, can't we? I know you're feeling me Justin, just like I'm feeling you. I don't want to let what we shared last night go to waste. You were fantastic, but it was more than sex." She came closer to him, invading his personal space, putting her body right up against his. This time, he didn't move away. "I really would like to work this out. Can't we just talk? No strings?"

Justin was trying to play hard, but he was caving in. Her lips were quivering, shimmering with a light pink color, slightly separated, begging him to kiss them. He kept his hands at his side, despite the fact that she had her hands rubbing across his chest, and back to his exposed arms. Her caress caused his muscles to tighten under his tank top. He tried to be tough and not melt down in front of this temptress, but her scorching touch on his skin was sending the wrong messages to his pleasure center.

"What do we have to talk about? I thought I laid it all out on the phone earlier today." He breathed deeply, trying to keep calm and not let her see that she was getting under his skin.

"Can't we forget about last night? Let's just start over, Mr. Vice President. Can we do that?" she purred.

The wind was blowing her hair around, and this time he reflexively moved his hand to brush the mane off her face. "You want to forget about the sex too?"

She eased the rest of her body against him, pressing into him tightly. Her body was hot, and he felt her nipples harden, poking through the material of her shirt and his, inviting a squeeze. He finally gave in to her temptation, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her succulent lips into his. He let his linger on hers, swirling his tongue around her mouth just long enough to remind himself of her sweet flavor. He released the suction from her lips gradually, watching her head tilt back as she slowly opened her eyes. He let his fingers graze along her graceful neck down to her collar bone, resting his hand just below her shoulder.

"Mmmm, no, I sure don't want to forget about the sex," she responded with a low groan. "Was that a yes, that I can come with you?"

He smiled, feeling the tingling starting to radiate out from his balls and dick, and reverberate all through his veins. He shook his head. "I must be crazy for doing this, but yes, we can talk. You driving?"

"No, I came with my girls."

She looked around , and her friends were just leaving the restaurant, looking around the parking lot for her.

"Just let me go tell them I'm going with you. Be right back. Don't go anywhere, handsome."

Justin stood there, leaning over the top of his car, watching her switch over to her friends. He must be out of his mind. Why was he putting himself in the middle of this crazy relationship? Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as he was thinking. Maybe she really wasn't hooked on her ex. And from the way she fucked him, even if she was, he didn't think she'd have a reason to go back. Fuck the talking, he was ready to wax her ass again.

Justin heard the girls laughing, as they smacked Alexa on the ass, and gave her the food she ordered, sending her back to him.

"All set, Miss?" He walked around to the passenger side and opened the car door for her.

"Let's go Big Daddy."

Justin drove towards his house, working the stick in the car, while Alexa worked his stick. He sure hoped he wasn't making a mistake by letting her juicy, hot pussy cloud his good judgment. He'd just have to lay the law down. That's just what he'd do, as soon as he finished peeling those clothes off her, and taking her for a ride on his private roller coaster.



Bad Girlfriend



"Devon, the girl invited me to her house. She chose me, I didn't go after her."

"Yeah, but I don't hear you declining her offer, either. Again, the Code."

Justin frowned. "Look, you know I haven't seen anyone since I broke up with Tonya. You pick up a different girl every day of the week. I like this girl and I'd like to see her again. You didn't even spend that much time talking to her, so I really don't see the difference. It's not like you dated her or something."

Devon shook his head. "It's foul Justin, and you know it. But if a broad is more important than our friendship, go ahead man. Go right ahead."

"Look, I brought it to you first, ok? This should have nothing to do with our friendship."

"Go on ahead, Justin. Have a good night. See ya tomorrow."

Justin knew Devon was pissed, as he expected. He shook his head and headed for Alexa's table.

"You ready to roll Miss?"

"Yep. Everything good on your end? Looked like you boys were a little tense."

"Yeah, we're good. Let's go."

Justin put his hand on Alexa's back, guiding her out to his car.

"This is me." He stopped and pressed his remote to unlock the doors. 

"Oooooh! You've got the new Camaro! This is slick!"

"Yeah, wait til you ride in it. Where do you live anyway?"

"Matteson."

"Oh, what a coincidence! I live in Olympia Fields, right next door. Now, let's see how fast we can get from downtown Chicago back south."

Justin had the car practically flying, getting to her house in a half hour. He didn't know how he managed to drive without crashing, since Alexa had her hands all over his thigh and crotch all the way down the highway. He thought he was going to have to pull the car over and go for a quickie, but he managed to keep his body in his seat. Alexa was laughing at her handiwork, looking like she was getting off on his arousal. He would have had his hands on her tempting thighs, but with the stick shift, he could only steal away a few touches here and there.

After getting her address, he pulled up in front of her condo.

"Here you are Miss." Justin shifted in his seat to face Alexa. He was dying to get his lips on her. "So, what time you want to meet up tomorrow?"

He let his hand roam over the top of her thigh. She leaned in a little closer to him, unbuttoning his shirt partially, running her fingers through the hair on his chest.

"You tell me. I work close to downtown, so I can get to the club fairly quickly. Where do you work?"

"Orland Park."

"Ouch, that's quite a way from downtown. You sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all. I can be there around seven."

He pulled her face a bit closer to his, putting his finger under her chin. Her lips were so close to his that he could lick out his tongue and taste her.

"That works for me, handsome."

Just as she got out the last word, he pressed his lips into hers. Her lips tasted as good as they looked. They were soft and moist. He felt his head swimming, as he got lost in the heat that was starting to build in his body. He was breathing harder, moving her lips apart with his tongue. She groaned, sliding her hand down to his growing bulge. His erection was nearly complete, as the little movie of him fucking her started playing in his head again.

He finally released her lips, looking into her eyes. He could have sat there all night with his lips on hers. Her lips were sizzling, sending shocks through every nerve in his body.

She was still rubbing him, pulling on his now fully erect shaft through his pants. 

"I want to see it."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Take it out."

She wasted no time in unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants, and getting her hands inside his boxers. She let her hand linger there a few seconds, just tugging along the length, running her hand over his head, into the hole, and down to the base. She wrapped her hand around it, and pulled it out into view.

"Damn, you've got a big one! I knew I felt something big down there pressing against me while we were dancing. I'm going to have fun with this."

Before he could make a comment, she had leaned over and plunged his dick in her mouth, engulfing his head with her lips. He thought he had gone into a coma, and was dreaming. Her mouth was hot, and she started sliding down on him farther and farther until she had almost all of him going down her throat. He pressed back against the seat, thrusting his hips towards her face, letting out a deep groan.

"Shit, that feels so good." He was impressed that she was able to take as much in her mouth as she did, with his length and girth. He grabbed her hair as she worked her lips and tongue up and down on him, increasing the suction as she went down. Her mouth was the best thing he had felt in months. He was about to come, if she kept licking and sucking on him the way she was.

"Awww shit, Alexa, you're about to make me explode." 

She groaned, taking her lips off his dick, and put them on his lips, now using her hand to finish him off. She started sucking his tongue, as her hand pumped him up and down, gripping him tight. The combined feeling of her hand and her lips rubbing against his sent him over, causing him to burst. She kept pumping until he stopped throbbing. He had reclined his seat back, as his entire body went into a gut wrenching release.

"Ooooooh shit, Alexa, that feels so good! Damn, now you made me want to fuck you even more."

She kissed his neck. "So, do it." She put her lips back against his licking his lips.

His eyes darted across the car, looking at the clock on the dash. It was already a little after midnight.

"Damn, I really need to get home. We're gonna have to finish this tomorrow. Are you ok?" He ran his fingers through her hair.

She kissed him again. "I will be once I get inside."

He guessed what that meant. "Come on. Let me walk you to your door. Before I change my mind."

They got out, after he pulled a towel from his gym bag to clean up, fixed his clothes, and he followed her to the front door. She unlocked the door first, then turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing against him. He enveloped her waist with his hands, sliding them around to her back and pulling her even tighter. Their lips met again, only this time he felt more of an explosion inside, as their bodies exchanged heat. She let her hands slide down his back and down to his ass, like she did while they were dancing. She was grinding her pelvis into him, kissing him wildly. 

The new movie was playing in his head, replaying her lips going up and down on his dick, sucking him off. He felt himself about to rip her clothes off right on her front porch. He pressed her against the wall by the door, pushing her dress up, exposing the red thong he saw while she was dancing. He let his hand roam over the material, getting his fingers under the material, and touching her skin. He felt no hair, and that really turned him on. She moved her legs apart, allowing him access. He moved his fingers between her lips slowly, taking his time, caressing over her clit. She was pressing against him harder, starting to moan out loud. He hoped nobody was looking.

"Justin, oh yesssss, keep it right there." She moved her legs apart more.

He finally breached her hot,wet slit, as he continued to massage her clit with his other hand. She was starting to fuck his fingers, and he felt her getting hotter inside, her clit getting more engorged. 

"Baby, you like that?" He was kissing her neck, and licking her ear.

"Justin you're going to make me come, don't stop doing that, oh yeah, just like that..."

He didn't, and he could tell that she was just about ready to explode by her body movement and increased shallow breathing. She was biting her lip to keep from making so much noise, but he could tell she was about to let out a yell. He buried her mouth with his, muffling her cries. He could feel her muscles clamping down, winding up on his fingers, right before she erupted into wild convulsions. 

"Oh hell, Justin!" She was getting louder, her body writhing against him and the wall next to the door. He couldn't believe he was doing something like this outside, where he could be seen. This was out of character for him, but he had forgotten all about decorum. She had pushed him over the edge.

He nibbled on her neck while she calmed down. She had her hands back around his neck, breathing deeply.

"You ok?" he asked her, smiling.

"Damn, no, now I want more of you." Her lips searched for his, kissing up his neck until they met his again.

"You'll get more. Tomorrow. Damn, I can't believe I just did this shit out here." He glanced around the area, looking to see if there were any spies.

Alexa laughed. "You don't do sex outside? If you want, tomorrow we can do it my backyard."

Now he was getting a more detailed and graphic visual. It was really time for him to get going, before he ended up with her out there all night, her long legs spread open on a patio table with his thick dick rammed up in her tight pussy.

"That's a thought, and I'm sure I'll have that one on my mind all night. I really have to go." A thought hit him. "You know what, I didn't get your number."

She reached for her purse, which had landed on the doormat when they started kissing. She found her cards and handed one to him.

"Here, my contact info is on there. You got one?"

"Give me one of yours, and I'll write my numbers on the back."

She handed him another card, and pulled a pen out of her purse. He scribbled down his numbers. 

"I'll give you a call tomorrow, ok?"

Her answer was her lips sinking into his again. The movie started to roll. He needed to advance to the credits.

"Mmmm. I don't know how I'm going to sleep tonight. But you be sweet, and we'll talk tomorrow."

"Good night Justin."

He watched her enter and close the door. He felt like he was floating back to the car. The energy between them was more explosive that a power station. He didn't even give a thought to how she had come on to him, after hanging all over Devon. Oh no, he'd have to deal with Devon at work. That killed his buzz.

*******

Justin kept watching the clock. Even though he was buried in work, meetings, and phone calls to the software engineers, his mind still drifted back to last night's episode with Alexa. As soon as he got a chance, he got her on the phone.

"Stevenson Real Estate, may I help you?"

Justin recognized her sultry voice. "Yes ma'am, I'm looking for a property with a large private yard." He tried to stifle a chuckle.

"Justin? Is that you? I've been waiting to hear that deep sexy voice all day."

"I've been buried in work, but I needed to take a break to check in with you. How's your day?"

"Busy. We have a couple of closings today, so I've been buried in documents. Still on for tonight?"

"Wouldn't miss it for anything. Seven right?"

"Seven it is."

"Well, I've got to get ready for another meeting, so I'll see you tonight. Be sweet."

"Bye Justin."

He was getting that floating feeling again. He looked around his desk, grabbing together all the reports he needed for the meeting with the software vendor and his managers. His throat felt dry, so he decided to sprint down to the lounge and grab a bottle of water before he got bogged down again. 

Just as he turned to enter the room and make his way to the vending machines, he spotted Devon. He hadn't spoken to him since he left the club last night. Devon must have detected him in the corner of his eye, and he turned slightly, glaring at him. He was holding a hot cup of coffee. Justin felt his face getting warm, knowing Devon would have something smart to say.

Justin continued his approach to the vending machines, trying to ignore Devon's icy stare.

"Hello Devon."

"What's up, Benedict?"

Justin declined to respond to the sarcastic remark, and continued his pursuit of getting his water. He felt Devon's eyes burning a hole in his back. He decided to turn around and confront him.

"Devon, what's up with all this hostility, huh? Why are you acting like a baby over this dumb shit?"

"Oh, now I'm dumb, because I begged you to go out, I go through the task of setting myself up with a girl, then you waltz off with her, after flashing your gigolo charm. I'm dumb."

"Look Devon, I didn't go after her. She told me point blank what her intentions were. I didn't encourage the shit. She was sitting right next to you. As forward as she was with me, if she had wanted to go home with you, I'm sure she would have. So do we have to keep fighting about this petty shit?"

Devon shook his head, setting his coffee cup down on the counter. "You know how we play it Justin. When we go out, we don't go after the same girls. We don't interfere with each other's game. Last night you interfered. You should have stayed in the background. But I guess you're right. It shouldn't bother me 'cause it won't last anyway, not with the type of girl she is."

"And what type is that?"

"Obviously willing to go home with anybody. You saw how she was hanging all over me and every other man around there. How many guys has she picked up like that, do you think? She's not your type anyway. You like class, not ass."

Justin felt his blood pressure rising to the level of boiling. "Thank you for your professional opinion, Dr. Phil. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend."

Justin bent down and grabbed the bottled water from the slot on the machine. He straightened up and glared at Devon, turned and walked out without another word. He refused to believe that Devon was being so obstinate over a girl that he didn't know, and who obviously didn't want him. 

The meetings ran longer than Justin would have liked. Now he was going to be pushing it, trying to get downtown on time. He only had about forty minutes. He hurried to clear his desk, stuff some manuals in his briefcase to review over the weekend, grab his jacket and bolt for the door. He glanced around for signs of Devon, but since it was after six, he knew he'd be long gone.

Justin was thankful that he was able to navigate around most of the normal Friday night traffic. He made it to the club just past the hour. He pulled down the vanity mirror over the visor and checked his hair, running his fingers through it to make sure it was smoothed down. He took his tie off, and grabbed his bag from the back seat, taking out his favorite cologne by Calvin Klein. He poured out a little, rubbing it inside his shirt, over his slightly hairy chest. 

He exited his car in his usual fashion. The remark Devon made earlier about him flashing his "gigolo" charm replayed in his head. Ha! He never paraded himself out on the scene. He liked to be low-key. But Devon was always making comments about how he was stealing women away from him. 

He didn't set out to pull anybody. For whatever reason, women gravitated to him. That's how he and Tonya had gotten together at the bank. She worked for Devon, but she was always making sure she put herself in his path. Eventually, he decided to take her out. And he lived to regret it, after finding out about her cheating ways. Devon never did want him to date her either, and always seemed to be jealous. 

Things at the club were hopping tonight. The music was blaring and the dance floor was packed with bodies shaking and gyrating to the thumping bass. Justin looked around, trying to spot Alexa amongst the crowd. He headed over to the bar, to get his favorite drink first before walking around.

As soon as he got the glass in his hand, he gulped down a swig. It had been a long week, and he felt tense. He was looking forward to relieving plenty of tension pumping it hard into Alexa's hot ass tonight. He figured she'd be out on the dance floor somewhere. 

He looked out at the floor full of dancers and he did see a familiar body – Devon. He looked a little harder to see who he was with. It turned out to be Alexa, grinding all up on him again, while Devon had his hands roaming all over her body. Justin felt his face immediately get burning hot, observing the site. He took another swallow from his glass, keeping his eyes on the pair, until they left the floor. He watched to see where they would head. The dancing stopped, and they headed to the other end of the bar. He grabbed his drink and marched down to greet them.

"Well, what have we here? Alexa, Devon. Fancy running up on the two of you here," Justin smirked. Alexa had been grinning up in Devon's face, but upon Justin's intrusion, she jumped up to greet him.

"Hey Justin, Devon was just keeping me company until you got here." She came closer, and pecked his lips. 

Justin was disturbed by their behavior, and didn't mind sharing his feelings. He was particularly annoyed with Devon, since this was supposed to be his friend.

"So this is your idea of waiting for somebody, hanging all over another man?" Justin was talking to Alexa, but clearly aiming the comment at Devon, who now had a thin smile breaking across his lips. He seemed to be enjoying the fallout. Probably planned it.

"Justin, we were just having a dance, man. You need to relax, isn't that what you told me? When you walked off and left me here last night?" Devon quipped sarcastically.

Justin licked his lips and rolled his eyes, thinking about his earlier conversation with Devon.

"You know what, I know we have always had some rivalry issues, but I never thought it would come down to simple stupidity. I don't have time to play games. At 36, game time is over for me. So you sit here and play them by yourself, brother."

Justin grabbed his drink and turned, heading back to his original spot at the bar. He wasn't about to stand there and argue with Devon over a piece of ass. He didn't even notice that Alexa was right on his heels, until he sat down, and she was standing next to him.

"What was that all about Justin? We were just dancing, the same way we were last night. I dance with a lot of guys. You didn't have a problem with it last night, when I was doing it to you."

Justin turned to face her. He hadn't even had a chance to let his eyes soak in what she was wearing. She looked even sexier tonight, in a champagne colored tunic dress, with a low cut front that seemed to expose more than it was covering. It wasn't tight, but the material was so skimpy that it didn't need to be. Justin's anger subsided for a minute, as he contemplated her without the dress, wondering what colored thong she was wearing underneath. Screw that. What was her behavior all about?

"Look Alexa. I know you danced with both of us last night, and I don't know who else before us. But I thought we had some kind of connection last night, so I wouldn't expect to walk in here to meet you, only to find you grinding your ass up against some other man, and his hands rubbing all over you. Maybe I missed something."

Now it was her turn to get an attitude. "I come to the club to dance. I dance with everyone, and that's just what I do. I had no other idea in mind except having fun, when Devon came in. I knew him and I figured I'd hang with him until you came. But obviously, you two have some kind of issues that have nothing to do with me." 

She grabbed the empty stool next to Justin and sat down. He tried to ignore her, but he could see she wasn't going anywhere.

"Are you going to continue to ignore me Justin, or are we going to have the evening we planned to have? You said you thought we had a connection. We did. I really like you, and I was eagerly anticipating spending time with you again. But if you're going to sit here and sulk, I will leave you alone and find something else to do." She continued to stare at him, tapping her fingers on the bar.

Justin turned his head a little to the right and cut his eyes at her. He wanted to leave with her, he liked her too, but it was still bothering him that she could throw her body around so freely. Should he just forget all that? He took another swallow from his glass and stared into it, hoping that the answer would magically appear.




Bad Girlfriend



"You're a moody one, aren't you?" Alexa asked.

"No, I'm not moody, I just like to know where I stand. I don't like surprises, especially when it comes to women. Already had that experience when I found out my last woman was cheating on me."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. She must have been crazy." She put her hand on his arm. "But what does that have to do with me?"

He looked at her hand rubbing up and down his arm, letting his eyes trail up to her shoulders and into her face. She batted her long, dark lashes over her cat-shaped eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, glistening with a gold tint. It was hard to stay mad at somebody as cute as she was.

"I guess it has nothing to do with you."

"So are we going to have our date or what?"

He took the last swallow of his drink, clanking the glass down on the bar. "I'm ready. But let's leave and go somewhere else. I don't feel like staying here now. Hungry? Want to grab something to eat?"

She smiled. "Now you're talking. Why don't we stop off and get something and take it back to my house? I don't care what we eat, as long as I get you for desert. I have some treats in my refrigerator to use on that big thing you got in your pants."

Hmmm. Suddenly, all the reasons he had to feel angry at her seemed to disappear, like smoke wafting through the air. The movie trailer was playing coming attractions in his head, of him pushing her dress over her head to expose those big breasts that were hiding under the material. His next scene was pulling off the black lace thong he imagined she was wearing, so he could have full access to her pussy, burying his fully engorged dick deep inside her tight walls. His naked body was rubbing all over her sweaty, butterscotch skin. He liked the plot and the action.

"And if it bothers you that much, the only man on my dance card from now on will be you, ok?"

Justin cracked a smile. "Well, why are we still sitting here? Let's go, so we can have desert out in your backyard tonight."